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"Oh," said Dusty, "I must have misheard. Yes, my wife and I own this bar."
Raven sniffled, then suddenly hugged Azrael. "It's not your fault, you big oaf. Can't control what he did. It's not your fault..." Azrael was...
"Oh, you know it, punk!" She screeched her guitar, then started playing a complex solo, hitting notes faster and faster.
"The worst moment of her life can be traced back to me..." He stood up. "Are you beginning to see why I kept it locked away? I can hardly handle...
Azrael shook his head. "How could she be?"
Dusty tilted his head. "My imagine family?" "When... I was a teenager, I was being reckless, playing with fire, and the home we were in caught...
Asmo cackled. "Don't be a dick. I'm just. Like. You. You feel me, homie?"
Asmo rolled his eyes. "I'm not weird. I'm just like you!"
"It doesn't," Dusty said blandly, floating him a Pony-Cola. "That is on the house, by the way."
"We do. We also have food, and when my wife is here, she can deal potions to you." Asmo trotted over and sat up next to June. "Mmmm... smells...
"Thank you. Nice to meet you, June." Dusty extended his hoof to him.
Dusty nodded to the new pony from behind the bar, waiting until later to find out what was actually said. "Hello. I'm not Maya, as I'm sure you've...
"He would have come looking for me. For what I did. I..." Raven cut him off. "What did you do, Az?" "I... I hurt him."
"I figured it out early on," he responded. "His soul still roams the town freely..."
"Hmm. I may have to counter this devastating attack with speed metal!"
She rolled her eyes. "Please. I gotta be younger than you, old-timer."
"The pony who killed them. He was..." Azrael looked down, his ears falling to the side. "My younger brother. He went by Belial." Raven's heart...
Azrael nodded. "Yes... I suppose I was." Raven blinked a few times. "But he doesn't know anything. Right?" Azrael sighed. "I know... I know...
Yeah, let's stop.
I think the only way to be sure is everyone just stop posting for three days.
