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"It is a nice song," he commented.
"I primarily specialize in mental magic. Manipulation, reading, suggestion, et cetera. I'm also very good at countering anything that would alter...
I have your one weakness: a basement.
"And that critic. He seems to have been involved. But as long as she didn't murder him... I suppose I'll let it go." Dusty cast a strange ray of...
Several tornadoes, had more since that post, but all is good now.
"Either way... are you absolutely positive you're not hiding anything?"
Azrael slowly closed his eyes and sat down. "Whoa..." Asmo looked around. "This feels purple." Dusty shook his head. "Mind games don't work on me."
"Mmmhm." Azrael let Asmo go and took a step towards Cricket. Asmo cradled his leg. "Agh! Worse than *squee!*ing... being on fire..." Dusty raised an...
"How roughed up was he?" Azrael asked.
Azrael twisted his leg further. "What else?" Asmo gasped. "That hurts, *squee!*er!"
"He talked *squee!* about Raven," he said quickly.
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Tornado ripped through town, demolished Starbucks and a few homes.
Dusty took a look at the paper and read the headline aloud, narrowing his eyes. Azrael reached across the table, yanked Asmo across, twisted his...
Asmo shrugged. "No *squee!*ing idea." Azrael slammed his hoof on the table. "Stop. Lying." Asmo jolted a bit. "I'm not, Formaldehorse! Now you and...
Asmo tilted his head. "About what?" Dusty sighed. "Asmodeus. Come on." Azrael growled and walked towards his table.
Asmo went completely silent, almost running to a table to ditch the conversation.
"Not that I'm aware..."
"But what can we do about her outbursts where she... kicks ponies in the face?"
"So nopony's ever going to touch Raven without Nightshade having something to say about it. This is good."
