I will kill you yet, Discord!

by IMN

Part 1: awakening. Chapter 5: Distractions, distractions.

“Oh, regarde1! Isn’t that Daring Do, over there?”

“You’re distracted again Azrael... Concentrate.” Draco didn't want anypony to be aware of their presence. It wouldn't to reveal themselves prematurely. It wouldn't do at all.

“As I was saying, I’ll be heading the search. Ich meine2, we need an organized level headed search plan, and I am the only one who-”

"Non importa3, we need chaos sensing abilities, and I am the finest among the three of us."

“Check out that hot unicorn over there!” The image of a white unicorn with a purple mane popped in their collective mind. “Sexy, isn’t she?"

“We were talking with each other out loud, weren't we...”

“Yep!”

Even though holding a mental discussion in public wasn't their first choice, acting all crazy in a big crowd and talking with oneself is not something to make a habit of. They sounded deranged enough already, no need to erase any potential doubt.

“Alright, we’re out of here. We can hide in the Everfree forest until the coast is clear.”

Just as Azazel was about to take off, He suddenly lost locomotive control to his french speaking counterpart.

“Quale4?”

“Jeter un coup d'œil5. We’re talk-to-yourself party, which is right next to act-like-you’re-insane party. I doubt anypony even noticed.” Azrael pointed out.

“How convenient.” Remarked Azazel.

“Well then. I guess who’ll be doing reconnaissance.” Draco wryly noted.

“We’ll get out of the way then. Do what you do best.”

“Azazel… A compliment? I never knew you were capable of such a thing!”

“Shut up and don’t screw up.”

And, with that, for the first time since they woke up, Azrael could feel silence in his mind as the other two went deep.

“Maintenant7, where is that hot unicorn?”

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As he approached, he couldn't help but spy a little. He soon discovered that she was accompanied by a dashing rustic orange earth pony mare and a trio of fillies.

Silently following them, he noticed a familiar pattern taking shape. Before every activity the two elder ones would argue with the fillies about safety. Young parents then. How interesting.

Seeing that no pony is approaching this particular tower, he thought that he could get closer to the mares by using curiosity as a pretext.

“Bonjour mes demoiselles7.” He said only inches behind their back.

Both mares screamed in surprise and took a step back. Azrael kept his calm, warm smile as he looked at the two mares; who were now eyeing him in with intrigue and caution. “Did I startle you?” he asks nonchalantly.

“Oh hey there stranger.” The farm pony relaxed when she heard him talking without an accent, dear Celestia, he’s huge, she immediately thought, probably bigger than my brother, I’d reckon the size of Princess Luna; “we didn't hear ya coming at all.”

“My apologies.” He replied, while rubbing the back of his head, "I tend to do that sometimes." Then gave a reassuring laugh.

“Oh no need for that my dear, we are just a bit on edge tis' all.” Replied the unicorn, such a handsome stallion, thought this one, and such eyes, I have never seen anypony with eyes like that before.

“I do hope that it’s not because of my eyes.” He cracks a nervous laughter.

“Ah no,” replied the earth mare, “and ‘am not sayin’ that your eyes ain’t weird at all, it’s just that our sister are ‘bout to Bungee jump that we’re nervous.”

“Honnête8,” he replies with a chibi grin on his face, “you are going to be hard to seduce after all.”

The earth pony looked away while blushing, while the unicorn turned the cutest shade of pink but not for the same reason.

“Oh come now, I am just messing with you.” He says before hugging them both tightly each under a hoof, towering over both of them, “you know what they say about us foreigners, we are all weird.”

“Pray tell,” the unicorn remarked, “was that the reason why you entered the talking to yourself party?”

She’s on to us, Azazel voice appeared inside Azrael’s mind all of a sudden, though it didn’t manifest itself.

“Of course,” Azrael proclaimed, “sometimes it’s always good to have a good conversation with your own thoughts, kind of therapeutic really.”

Smooth, Draco remarked. Azrael then bit his lower lip, usually a sign that he doesn’t the other to interfere and they get the message before blood is drawn and withdraw deeper into his mind. He then turned toward the tower and remarked, “It seems they are about to jump.”

The tower had three platform, so all three of the fillies were about to jump at the same time, and so they did, however midway through the free fall the cord started to stretch, two third of the free fall, all three cords snapped at the same time.

The frightened mares yelled the names of their sisters, let go of their stallion companion and started trotting as fast as they can toward the expected landing site.

Time came to a stop for Azrael, everything moved into slow motion, as he spread his wings in utter silence then launches himself with not even a flutter, no pony have noticed him. Maneuvering at extremely high speed he snatched all three fillies in one fell swoop, then lands safely in front of the two mares with so much stealth, it shocked everypony at the sight of him suddenly appearing with all three fillies on his back.

“Does that qualifies me for a date with both of you or what?” said Azrael with the slyest smile on his face, as he let all three shocked fillies off his back. And everypony fell into cheers.

“Wow that was incredible, how you did that?” asked the unicorn.

“I used to be a soldier in the royal guard.” Replied Azrael, there should be some form of royalty I can stick up to, he thought. Good thinking, replied Draco again all in thought.

“Oh so you must be one of Princess Luna’s lunar guard then?” Applejack pointed, "Judging from your eyes that is."

“Princess Luna?” although it was him that said that, the surprise came to all three of them at once.

So my dearest love is still alive, thought Azrael as his heart went into fluster.

Ha! I knew it, they couldn’t resist the pampering, thought Draco in nostalgia.

If Luna is on the throne then so is Celestia, thought Azazel irritated that she might be here.

But upon realizing the questioning looks upon their companions, the personality in charge continued his speech, “Yes Luna’s guard, newly appointed.” Can't even keep up with one single lie, Azazel tsked.

“What in tarnation?” exclaimed the earth filly, “why did you do that for?”

“I beg your pardon?” proclaimed their savior.

“You ruined our ride.” Squealed the unicorn filly.

“The cord snapped in half,” Azrael was trying to be gentle, he does lack the patience to deal with foals, “you were falling for your death mes petites filles10, I am certain that everypony can attest to that.”

“But that’s what’s supposed to happen.” Explained the Pegasus filly.

“Huh?” everypony stared incredulously at the trio.

“The cord snap in half bungee jump free fall.” Said the earth filly while pointing at the board. “It’s said here that the cord will snap in midair after slowing you down to a halt then you land on an inflating pillow hidden near the ground.”

“What pillow?” remarked the mares seeing as there is nothing on the ground other than a carpet.

“I’ll show you.” Said the pegasus filly as she trotted toward the edge of the carpet, plucked one of her wing feathers then gently letting it go for it to land safely on the carpet which exploded into a large balloon.

“Intéressant10.” Said Azrael as he came closer to inspect the balloon.

“Still, you could have warned us about it.” Azrael heard the unicorn mare's scolding from the distance.

“But then, you wouldn’t have let us ride it.” Squeaked her little sister loud enough to cause a headache.

“We wouldn’t have because we care enough for yer safety, isn’t that right Big Mac.” The last words from the earth mare prompted Azrael's attention. He lifted his head to find a large, though not bigger than him, red earth pony with orange mane standing right next to the earth pony, huffing. Married? No the jaw lines are too identical. He thought, but the pony's “Eyup.” showed enough to alleviate Azrael's mind, Judging from teeth and posture, I’d wager brother or cousin.

The little fillies sighted in gloom for their crushed enjoyment, but seemed oddly submissive.

The unicorn mare then fluffed her mane and said: “Really, leave it up to Discord to come up with such a dangerous game.”

The word rang in their mind, Discord. The realization unified all three personalities' thoughts.

“Did you say Discord?” The ex-King jumped in between them, to the mare’s surprise, though Big Mac was the one who replied with a "eyup.” Causing the ex-King to shift his full focus at him.

“The lord of chaos?” He asked.

“EeYup.” Replied the farm pony stoically, somewhat oblivious to the sense of urgency suddenly emanating from the Pegasus King.

“The draconequus?”

“EeYup.”

“He’s here?”

“EeYup.”

“At this party?”

“EeYup.”

“Do you know where?”

The red pony pointed to some random direction but before he could say anything, he was lifted from the ground and Azrael planted two kisses on his cheeks, said: “Merci beaucoup11,” then threw him onto the giant pillow behind him and took off at blinding speed.

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Halt, screamed Azazel in his mind, we have reached the edge of the party and still didn’t find him. You need to ask for directions.

“Right.” Said Azrael, before seeing a pegasus mare crash into one the tents, she looks lovely, he said in his mind. “I’ll ask her,” then said out loud, his other personalities were exasperating hard as Azrael made his way toward Derpy Hooves in the pony-made-disaster party.

Author's Note:

I enjoyed writing this one for some reason, hope you enjoy it as well.
I don't think I have overused the party joke too much, didn't I?

Now for the translations:

1. regard(Fr): look
2. ich meine(Gr): I mean
3. Non importa(It): that isn't important
4. Quale(It): Which one
5. jeter un coup d'œil(Fr): Look around
6. maintenant(Fr): right now (can also be used as "alright")
7. Bonjour mes demoiselles(Fr): Good day ladies
8. Honnête(Fr): honest
9. mes petites filles (Fr): my little girls.
10. Intéressant(Fr): interesting
12. Merci beaucoup(Fr): Thanks a lot.

From this chapter forth I'll be proofreading on my own, A great thanks to Alicorn Activist for his hard work and guidance, without him my writing would have failed miserably.

I seriously am not envious for the amount of work I put him through