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"And Prince Blueblood called you a monster?"
"The public. This is not the Post-Luna Era anymore. Ponies are more open-minded now. Even less fearful."
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"That may be the most absurd thing I've ever heard. None of us are foals. We're not so easily scared."
Dusty raised an eyebrow. "And you don't?"
"And what is that?" Dusty asked, tilting his head.
"Thanks. But don't ever say that. Bad luck. Said that hours before I got my neck slashed." Maya went back into the kitchen.
"I'll take a Pony-Cola," said Raven. Maya giggled. "Soon, dude. I plan on getting her messed the buck up. Uhh... crap, nopony to take the bar...
"Oh, man..." Maya's ears flopped down. "That's some serious stuff... You've gotta decide on toppings, a size, bread sticks, a beverage, thick or...
"Me?" Maya serious'd up. "What's going on?"
Raven snickered and took the potion. "My mistake, babe." "I'd be concerned," Maya said, "but this crap used to happen so much... I'm actually...
Dusty nodded. "Yes. They are all, pardon my Prench, bucking badasses. I've yet to see one of them run out of a town."
"Name something they have in common," he requested. "Always keep a healing potion around, but it's slow." She tossed Nightshade a little, red...
"Alright." Dusty conjured up images of Azrael, Nightshade, Maya, Zeran, Silver, and Architect's bodyguard guy. "Look familiar?" "Looks like he's...
"Here's one way to look at it. That has yet to happen to Twilight Sparkle. So why you?"
I like this one. [MEDIA] [MEDIA]
Can't tell if sarcasm or serious.
"Stand up. Talk to me."
Dusty approached the shadow pony and knelt down by it. "Mat?"
Dusty nodded and forced his way to the subconscious, tracking down the source.
