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"*squee!*er." Asmo screeched to a halt in the parking lot, closed his hood eye, and ran into the building, followed close by Raven. "Probably...
Maya sat and held Hope behind the bar, cradling the foal like a mama mare. Raven hopped into the back of the truck as Asmo started it, tentacles...
"My brand new truck, that's how. Let's go!" Asmo dashed out the door and hopped in the truck that Saber had built him.
"Neat. Wanna travel together? I mean, I'm sure she's there by now."
(Uhh... no?) "Screw that." Asmo stood up. "I'm going to get him. I know right where the office is." "You certain?" Dusty asked. "Hey, sometimes...
Maya nodded. "Happy to watch the little one. Dusty can go find him. Please, try to be safe." (Would @Blackened Blue be willing to play this...
"Then save this dick. Get to him first, we can shove him in the cellar for a while."
"Some guy going by... Musical Critique. Save him from what? Angry fans and letters? I might have some savage lyrics cooking, but they're mostly...
"It gets better," Azrael said. "Look. It references a blog by the band she ditched, Ponywood Undead, claiming that she stole all of her lyrics...
That might actually be impossible. Cracking down harder on black market gun dealers with undercover cops, CIs and the like might lessen the...
"Nice chat," Raven quipped, still following behind.
"Yeah, sure." She stood up and put her guitar on her back,
Encourage concealed or open carry.
"Raven." Azrael waved her over. "Something I must show you." He tossed a newspaper down on the table, pointing to an article. "Hmm?" Raven leaned...
"It will," said Maya. "Ever hear any of what she played at that show?"
Raven took a swig from her coffee. "Some things. And other stuff."
[IMG] Just a thing of Arch and Az staring each other down, by @handiNAVI. It'd probably be better timing if Arch was alive.
Uhh, right now it's just a bunch of ponies drinking, and you should probably just read the OP and the latest five or so pages. ...IT WAS THE EYE...
"Indeed. It's almost as if it's actually quality." "Hey, Az. Blacky." Raven sat up at the bar. "Morning, mom." "Hey." Maya smiled. "How'd you...
Azrael chugged down the mug and set it down on the table. "Not bad..."
