//------------------------------// // Perspective? Changed. // Story: The Elements... And Me // by Doood //------------------------------// Chapter 16: One of my more better moments in Equestria, by far, is with the Crusaders. Y’know, the three heathens? The plagues of cuteness? The balls of fluff and lore? Anyways... The reason being other than the obvious of why I have more fun, is primarily based on how much trouble those three can get into. It’s quite the surprise of how often, fillies like those three can pulverize the minds of the adults. Personally, it might be because of their age, which, I do not absolutely know. Plus me added to their party, and I pray for the souls we wreak havoc upon. Wreaking havoc? Mayhem? The Crusaders? Yes. Recently, we were able to sneak into Sugarcube Corner and… spice up some muffins. And I'm not talking about putting in more sugar or helping them taste better, No. Literally. With Spice. It was almost like a Fantasia moment of where we were all bouncing around, throwing whatever we had in hand into the different trays. Pinkie wasn't there, at the moment, and was using the restroom while we did this. The Cake’s, (Mr and Ms) were pretty skeptical at letting me in, but I was on child duty, and told them that we just wanted to see where the Magic really happens. They kinda saw I had the three heathens, and they let me pass. Threw in some pretty fine words though, let me tell ya. Short story longer, we waltzed out of there with maniacal grins, and high hopes of witnessing something funny. High hopes was close, and so were the ponies that came out minutes after we did. I'm talking STONED. It took me a minute to try and process what the hell was happening. Ponies? STONED? ...ONE OF THESE THREE HAD POT?! It wasn't spice, I can tell you that much. Some ponies stumbled out speaking about how weird the ground looked, others commented on how soft their fur was. One dude decided to propose to the ground. His fiancé and him are supposedly getting married quickly, but his fiancé is a punk. Letting people walk all over her… What a dirtbag. I thought it was hilarious, because hey, that's me. I've always loved messing with drunk people, and just watching how they react in general. Not that I'm a bad person, (because I am), but it's quality material for people to laugh at. The Crusaders got worried and started arguing about who did what. With a little interference from my end, which was basically using my hand and splicing it down the middle before their hooves were thrown at one another, I tried seeing what the problem was. It didn't take a detective to see what was up, and frankly, it made me a little weary to the Equestrian upkeep. See, somewhere along the line, Scootaloo picked up the wrong ingredient. That's it. A little mistake, at least she didn't take poison. So instead of making the muffins spicy, they turned into something else in general. From this day forth, I shall dub these delictables, Equestrian Pot Muffins. Scoots went to a place near Everfree to try and snag some peppers. She told us that she accidentally met some zebra named Zecora and asked her for said ingredient. Now, I'm not exactly a parent-y- kinda guy, but Scootaloo shouldn't be talking to strangers. Which begs to question if her parents ever told her that. Fore-shame. Zecora gave Scootaloo some kind of plant- yadda yadda yadda, boring dialogue, here we are arguing, and we have a bunch of stoned equines. Should've slapped a label on that plant, Do not add into muffins. Stones that absolute hell out of you. And then in smaller letters it should've said, Do not allow children under the age of seven, to handle. Moving past that, now everyone is a bit more calm, and I've noticed that there were less and less stoned ponies walking out of the store. Personally, I wanted to try some for myself, but by the time I stopped being a wuss, Pinkie had popped outside and dished out the muffins like they were hot potatoes… Rest in Peace me… At least they stopped arguing. Speaking of arguments amongst friends, Ironically, I used to have a group of friends way back then. I'm not a… Total loner… god... So I'm not going to get into the thick of it, due to my prolonged exposure of sorrow at even mentioning this in an entry. But, we got into the craziest of schemes at the craziest of moments. It was like… Sly Cooper. Except, instead of three people, plus whoever he picked up along the way, there were five of us. And we actually grew up together, which was nice. So if we fought over anything, or just fought in general, afterwards, we would make up pretty quickly due to the parties realizing their enemy held the same attitude as they did and lived in the same vicinity as one another. Like I said, I used to have a group of friends. As days turned into months, months turned into years, and years turned all of us against one another. We were picked off one by one, until eventually, it was just me. I was the last to go. Oh but what the hell, right? Who honestly cares about my story. You're here to hear about what goes on in Equestria. Celestia’s child of mercy. Pfft… The Crusaders could bring her kingdom to its knees given time and cute looks. Mark my words… The kingdom shall fall… That might make for a better story than what is being relayed to the audience currently. But as what comes, goes, so do my thoughts, and so do my clothes… I blame it on Rarity and her laziness. Haven't had a clean pair of socks in days!! Howwwwweeevvveeerrr… I guess it isn't her fault. Ever since Fluttershy freaked, pretty much everyone has been on high alert. No one just comes through and fucks with one of their own. Ponyville may consist of farmers and librarians, but if they were to band together, may god have mercy on that poor soul. Like I mentioned earlier, I am on child duty. Rarity, Applejack, Twilight, Dash and aside from Pinkie, have gone to discuss some things with one another. Last I saw, they were all in the tree, and judging from how hot my ears were, they were talkin’ ‘bout meh. I digress, however. As when someone talks about you, they discuss the negative things in hushed whispers, bargaining with the lesser formality to come towards agreements that ends your life abrubtly. Dash is totally doing that, the rest are just worried about my sanity. Ever since I set my one shoed foot here, the ponies of all shapes have been on Judgement mode. And I'm caught the middle of it. The good news, though, is that Fluttershy is recovering. She's taking her time, yes, but she is getting better. She still won't talk to me though, which is disheartening. It's like that feeling when you snap your chip off in dip and watch it slowly disappear. Or the silent treatment. “What should we do now?” “We could go to your place.” “Oorrr we could have Tick get us some Cider!” My eyes bulged out of their sockets, and I turned quite abruptly, “Excuse me? AGE, YOUNG LADY.” Applebloom huffed, “Fine. What do you suggest then?” I hummed thoughtfully, almost forgetting the recent incident, “Well considering a portion of the town is high right now, I saw we lay low.” “That's boring, Tick. We wanna do something fun.” Said Scootaloo. I laughed, “Laying low is fun! It gets you out of trouble.” Sweetie Belle was the one to sniff, unamused, “Right. And I suspect you've done it before?” I nodded, “Virtually, yes. Literally? No. But it deems itself necessary in the most inexplicable of times.” Scoots blinked, “Like now?” Like now? Excuse me- “LAY LOW!!” My confused mind watched as the three amigos dropped all at once, covering their heads with their hooves. I turned to see what had caused them to do such an action, and was met with a face full of grey. It's unnatural, for one to become gray, as I would prefer blue. But this was a special case, as I had immediately known who could've done this. All fingers led to Derpy. And It was a sullen moment for myself, as I lay unmoving on the pavement, to realize that I couldn't be mad. That would be strike three, and then I would be sent to the moon, via a banana. Courtesy of Celestia herself, But soft, twas not Derpy. My hand had reached upwards to try and pry off the supposed mare, but when I could see daylight, and the afternoon clouds, it was Dinky. Dinky, I think, was Derpy’s daughter. It took me a moment to register this affirmation, because Dinky was giggling to much. And frankly, I was having a hard time not to join in. Although random, and completely unnecessary, the sudden appearance of Dinky sparked smiles on the Crusaders faces, and made some of the townsfolk continue their daily lives. Dinky hopped off with a tumble of laughs, and sprang onto her friends as though she hadn't about killed me earlier. “Hey guys!” And then it was then, everyone did the obvious, “Dinkkkyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.” Providing her name with the long, ‘E’ sound. An equivalent to, ‘wazzzaaaaaaaaaa’ in our terms of dank memes... I would say, “Kids”, but that's a goat term… And instead, to be more up to date on the language, I simply muttered, “Fillies.” While shaking my head. A voice called out seconds later, high pitched, and sounded as though it were to start singing, “Sorry!” Oh? And who could this b- LYRA? My eyes bugged for a millisecond once I saw who was galloping towards me. Mint mane, green fur, leprechaun status? LYRE CUTIE MARK? Yes, this was Lyra. I sucked in through my teeth, instantly dreading this confrontation, Ugh… This is gonna be bad… But with a smile, I waved from my spot on the ground, “It’s uh… It's okay!” Lyra Heartstrings was a pony with talent, not only in the musical category, but with scholars too. I will give her that respectively. String instruments are by far my favorite in an orchestral band, and the fact that she plays the Lyre, makes her that much cooler. Honestly, I only knew that Greeks and Angels played lyre's. More on the Greek side because the Greek god, Hermes, was the first to create a lyre. He isn't portrayed as much with it in hand, but the story goes that he crafted the first lyre from a multitude of animal parts. Lyra uses a smaller version of that piece. It’s the same instrument, don't get triggered, but it's more for the Pony use, than Human. The interesting thing about this, however, is Hermes was a trickster. As every mythological family had one, the Greeks had him as their Clown Prince of Crime. So what I think, is that the lyre is actually supposed to a instrument of trickery! Confused? I would be too. But using a harp, or the lyre, as an instrument to lull the Cerberus into a false sleep is quite the feat. Greek mythology people. Amazing. Right. The story. Amongst many hours of being in town, I had been drawn to her like flies to bright lights once she started played her instrument. She was a master! But there was a catch. Although yes, she was a pro at strings, I did say she was a scholar. Meaning, she studies us. Humans. And it is veRY CREEPY BECAUSE SHE KNOWS WHAT I LIKE TO DO!!! My question, is how she studies us. Does she have books? Charts? Line Graphs? Photos? Physical Evidence? The strange thing, is that I had no idea that this kind of place could exist. This Place, being Equestria. But somehow, along some messed up timeline, Lyra is able to research our lives. And I'm not saying that I'm impressed, because I'm not. I'm saying, that because of what she knows, Lyra is like… A mind reader! Minus the sense of direction. Pinkie caps that with her uncanny ability to erase threats via Pinkie Sense. So, like an unstable mixture in chemistry, Lyra and I do not mix. And quite frankly, she is crazy. Pinkie, if you're trying to square up, is a pony I can handle because she is a funny crazy, and a funny annoying. Lyra is just fucking annoying. “Funny trotting into you here!” Lyra says as though she had no idea where I had been. She mocks a fake play of being out of breath and gestures to Dinky, “Derpy told me to watch Dinky for the day because she's heading towards Canterlot.” I blinked, “Why... did I need to know that?” Lyra shrugs, “It’s an answer I cannot question. So, if you don't mind me asking-” Which I do. “What're you up to?” I opened my mouth to tell her to, politely, Fuck off, but unfortunately, one of the crusaders, cough cough, Applebloom, decided to be mistress mouthy and relay what we just went through, “Why, we jus’ made some muffins, Ms. Lyra!” I turned my head and sighed, “Traitor.” “Tick, she asked nicely.” I argued, “Does it look like I care?” Scootaloo nodded, “Deep down… Deep-deep down… You do.” “That's pretty deep.” She shrugged, “You aren't a bottomless pit. It's a compliment at the least.” Grunting, I turned to look at Lyra, “Well there you have it. I was roasted by the most innocent ponies here.” Lyra frowned, “It could've been worse.” She… Does have a point. It could've been Luna. Or Cadence. Both are godly roasters. I can handle Celestia. Lyra smiled, “So you're watching these three by your lonesome?” Shrugging, I picked myself up off the ground, wiping my jeans as I did so, “Indeed. I thought it would be necessary considering that the sisters of two of them are dealing with more than what they can chew.” “Aww, they go through this kinda crap all the time!” Lyra commented snidely. ...It made me giggle. Now now, don't get me started. If you say one thing about how I thought what she said was funny, I will punch someone in the throat. “Heheh… Yeah… Not that I would know.” Lyra nodded, “Quite. You've only been here a week and some bits…”Changing the topic with a swing of her head, the mint mare gestured to no place in particular, “Well, if you're watching the Crusaders, mind if I tag along? Dinky could use the company.” My eyes narrowed, and I started lifting my hand to pluck this conniving little sasquatch into next Tuesday. But SOMEONE, COUGH-COUGH, thought it was necessary to put their two cents in with the word of, “Sure!” If you could described what I was feeling then, the closest thing to it would be a deflating balloon. O.o.O.o.O “Do you live in houses?” “No we live in the ground.” “Can you fly?” Oh, a simple question, “Yes. With the aid of metallic birds.” “What do you eat?” “Our own finkle matter.” “Do you drink your own urine?” I gasped aloud, “How barbaric!” Lyra giggled, “Do you have major cities?” I nodded, “Yes.” “Oh, I know!” Lyra smiled, “Are there ponies where you live?” “Yes. But they aren't as intelligent as you are.” Lyrsa seemed to be taking down mental notes as we walked into the park next to the town. It was about Midday now, and the sun was beating down on us like no one else's business. “How do you get around?” I coughed, “Walking.” Lyra looked down to her notepad and mouthed, “Walk-ing.” “Or a more plural term, forcedly dying.” Which I was doing now. Lyra clicked her writing stick a couple of times on the paper pad and bit her lip, looking me up and down. Definitely had more questions. “So! What is your culture like? I mean, your technology has to be more advanced.” She let out a shrill, “Eek!!” And shook her front hooves, “I have SO many questions!!” I shivered, Personally? I think the ponies have something better than we do. Yes, we have computers, transportation that requires only a few hands to work, phones to translate across long distances, but come on. Magic? “Lyra, in all seriousness, I prefer not to engage in this conversation with you. I'd rather we talk about your race. Seeing as how you could answer my questions and I won't feel as though I might fuck up if you asked me.” Lyra chuckled, “Alright. Take a shot.” I snorted, “You asked for it.” Sniffing, I looked around, “Why are you guys colored differently?” Lyra cocked her head, “Come again?” “Don't get me wrong, its just I'm only used to seeing a set amount of colors.” Scratching my chin, I started a little rant with a hand in pocket, “Ever since Twilight brought me here, I've seen ponies of all colors. Blue, purple, red, green. Back on earth, the rarest color of pony that I saw, was a dull white. Equestria’s got a full spectrum.” Not to mention, one of the ponies is the damn spectrum. It's just a question that had been bugging me since the start. “I dunno. Honestly, I've never thought about it to much. We were just born with; and as different colors. Why does this stir a commotion with you?” Looking at this baffled buffoon, I smirked, “Because looking at you makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife.” That, and I've only known people to be specific skin colors. It isn't horrid, but it's just weird to see a guy who is pink. Scootaloo spoke up from ahead, “Not cool dude.” “Scoots, shut up. You aren't that bright.” For the most part anyway, “Besides, I'm only triggered because this puts a pain on my head for all the impossibilities you've proven.” Lyra said bewildered, “Do tell what we have proven to you.” “Other than fur pigment?” I shrugged, “Magic.” She said as though it were obvious, “Oh, surely you have magic, Tick. You have to have someway to do all the amazing things you do.” I didn't respond at first. I wouldn't say, Amazing, because that makes me feel as though it was just me who does mostly everything. But I was actually interested, and decided to bite, “We do?” Lyra and I stopped to rest as the Crusaders (Plus Dinky), decided to run around a tree a couple of times, “I sense that you are unsure.” I smiled, “Yeah, well, you're half right. I am unsure, yes, but magic I think, is one hell of an odd case.” “Think?” Said, Lyra, questioning the mere thought of a creature such as I not to posses such power. Nodding, I tapped my arm, “I'm not a firm believer, but if we had it at all, the closest thing we had to magic, was a magician named Merlin.” It's off topic, I know. But when mana and all of this, dungeon and dragons, type of talk breaks the ice, I tend to find it interesting. Merlin, some know him more popularly as the, Guy who helped King Arthur. To me, that is the best response, as who could forget the untimely classic, The Sword in the Stone? However, as an adult, I looked past that after a while, and actually read the book. Giving props to Disney for making a slammin-jammin movie for the Sixties, but the book was tons of more fun. Anyway, Merlin was pretty much the first mage. To Me. To Me, Merlin the Magician, Merlin the Great, created spells for all to see. He was able to do so on a daily basis due to his King, Arthur. Now to you, or for some other sources, it might've been someone else. But hey, This is my story. And I'm totally serious about this too. If you're out there, shaking your head, rolling your eyes, STOP. Magic, in its form right now, is nothing but the illusion of your eye. A sleight of hand, if you will. Sawing a lady in half, only to learn that that one lady, was actually two women stored in one box? Or having a stunt double, portray as the magician and step into a box, only to appear in another, halfway across the stage. Mere tricks, played by talented fellows to blow your mind one piece at a time. What if there was something before that? Something that needn't require a handful of parlor tricks with smokes and mirrors to incapacitate the audience? Literal magic, which is spells, hexes, enchantments, incantations, voodoo; I believe, is just as real as the kind of tricks played on your mind. It's just been forgotten as time slowly moved forward. Then again, most believe that we didn't actually have magic. Because it just seems impossible including the ramifications and, Science!!, rather than your imagination. But it could be true. Well who am I kidding? It's spot on considering where I'm at right now! And I'm talking to a being who can do spells as though we were just washing her metaphorical hands. Albeit an annoying sumbitch… “Merlin?” Lyra chuckled sarcastically, “Sounds like a stage name. Reminds me of Trixie.” I grumbled, “Well you aren't too far from that. Both Trixie and Merlin wear the same hat.” And that's what made Lyra bust out laughing, causing the Crusaders to look back cautiously, thus making me feel like punching this prick in the throat, “They do?! BWAHAHAHAH!! OH… OH!!! OH… Uh… That's to funny…” If we weren't in the situation of, where if I did anything stupid I would be vaporized, I would strangle Lyra slowly… “Why was that funny?” Lyra giggled, “Because Trixie is very fond of her hat…” I waved a hand, “And??..” “And I can't imagine your, Merlin, acting the same way?” Now that she mentions it, It would be kinda funny...and for those of you who don't know Trixie, Trixie is a… How do you say, FIENDISH, magician. And in retrospect, why the hell would you need a unicorn who does magic tricks, when there is a world full of magic? It's like it's supposed to be ironic. “Fine. Be Miss Smarty pants all you want. I am going to smoke the last of my doobies in peace, thank you not so much.” I said with as much snark as I could muster. I wasn't lying, either. In my pocket, concealed in a container of justice, was one cigarette. And as much as it pains me to say it, while I was speaking to Lyra; I decided to smoke it. My lighter was out faster than one could inhale, and put away just as fast. Next thing I know, my mind is more level, and Lyra's voice doesn't sound so crazy. Win-Win. “What are those?” “Cigarettes.” “Cigarettes?” I nodded, “Yes. Cigarettes.” Lyra snorted, “You're saying like I'm supposed to know what they are.” “And that is the beauty of it because you are a pony. And Ponies don't smoke. So, case in point my fine furry acquaintance, you don't have to worry about them.” One of the Crusaders just so happened to be listening, and put their two cents in, “I'm worried cus’ they smell bad!” I shrugged, “Ever think it might be yo-OW THAT'S A HOOF!” Keenly unaware that Lyra had been frowning at me and trying to get me to STFU, I hadn't noticed the hoof that came out of the heavens, becresting my face as though it were a button to be mashed upon. Hooves, ladies and gentlemen, are deadly. Clutching my cheek, I worked the muscle and nodded innocently, “Right, right. They're just little ones, don't bring them into it… Jeez…” Lyra rolled her eyes and we continued our walk. The rest of it was limited questions. What are your kind like? And, Are they advanced?, How do you survive? Awkward questions like those. I answered to the best of my abilities and left Lyra short with some of the more... intimate questions. The… Fact that she even knows the male anatomy the way she does, scares me. Then we somehow found our way onto the more primal side, and discussed wars. Ponies have only seen a few, ranging from a war with Griffons, followed by a skirmish with dragons. Nothing to serious, as no one died. There is peace, and will be peace for ages to come, according to several ponies… Including Lyra. Well, I told her about some of the things we went through, how some of them are unresolved, and still remain a threat to us today. Lyra didn't ask that many questions after she asked how many of us were… y'know… dead. So yeah, I had a feeling right after I explained some elements of humanity, that Lyra had grown quite mute. It played true as we were to depart when Derpy showed up to retrieve her kin. The Crusaders followed me home, of course as I was in charge of them, and Lyra drifted away. Before that, she kinda regarded me with a curiosity matched to that of a predator studying its prey that could actually kill it, if it wasn't careful. To me, that scared countless amounts of shit from my bosom, THUS inciting me to hurry on my merry way. But before I was able to get far, my whole body went rigid suddenly, some sort of contact being made without my knowledge making me stiffen to the brink of snapping in two. As my mind reeled in the thought of being slammed as though I were a wrestler, Lyra thought a hug was a viable necessity. So I loosened the slack, and tried not to make a fuss. I took one loooonnnngggg drag, and did my best not to squirm or fuck up another moment with a creature I misjudged. There. I said it. I misjudged Lyra But that was thrown in a loop when she squeed halfway through the hug, and ran away, leaving me in a huge frown. Although, the male anatomy knowledge is a hand tie. It's gonna be awhile until my mind forgets that… Everyone was watching, as they usually do when I do something amazing, and it was a sight to see when Lyra left, Derpy hefting Dinky up without second thought. I waved at Dinky though. She waved at me and it was too cute not to pass up. So I watched her go, putting my cigarette out with a foot. Applebloom took her time trotting up beside me, smiling, “She wasn't that bad.” I nodded, “Oh I know…” Frowning, I turned heel, “She was worse.” Some people never change, y’know? O.o.O.o.O After the Crusaders hitched with me to Applebloom's place, housing themselves in their tree fort, I dubbed it necessary to check up on Twilight and her pals. So of course, I made sure Macintosh knew her sister was on his property, which made him respond with just about nothing. ‘Eeyup.’ Good Talk. And then I sped to the Library. I passed by a few key characters like Fluffle Puff, who had been innocently playing with a butterfly in an open field. I about joined her if I hadn't noticed the fact that she ate the poor thing. So I made myself scarce after that. The library came into view after I passed the marketplace, pushing past all the marketeers. Once entering, and through all of the hustle and bustle, I was under the impression that everything was alright. Rarity was with Applejack, sewing together some clothing, Dash was with Pink- Okay, how the fuck did this pony… SHE WAS JUST AT SUGARCUBE CORNER!! ...Dash and Pinkie were playing a game of Chutes and Adders, Pinkie was losing. And finally, Twilight was staring at me. Originally she was reading a book, but once I came in, she kinda set everything down to look up. Her eyes were warm, however. Which was a good thing. With all that has happened, it was a little something to be happy about. And I wasn't gonna mess her day up with one of my little quirks. “You forgot to wash your dishes.” I snapped sarcastically, “Okay, look here mom, I totally did my dishes.” Twilight branded me a liar, “But there's still a spoon in the sink!!” “That's Spike's spoon!” “Spike doesn't use a spoon.” Spike's voice drifted from underneath a pile of clothing, “She's right dude. I don't use spoons.” I lifted a hand, “Spike. Nobody asked.” “Twilight did.” Twilight nodded, “I kinda did.” I clenched my ass, “TWILIGHTDON’TMAKEMEGETTHESPRINKLES.” She gasped, “NOT THE SPRINKLES!” And then, as if somebody snapped their fingers, I laughed. Completely random, rudely stupid, but funny, all the same. It spread like wildfire, passing from one face to another. It felt good to let out a little steam in the form of humor, and I could tell, that these five needed a little laugh. Especially Rarity, whom again, I heard, was taking this very hard. ‘Lost my Inspiration…’ She said a few days ago, and that kinda hit home. Rarity, by terms, is a dressmaker, and to hold that sort of job, you gotta have that mindset to find new ideas. But if your well dries up… Well then you're out of a job. So today, Twilight got everyone together, minus one, and had everyone try to do something to take their minds of the subject at hand. That is why I had to watch three fillies, who were not my own. Scootaloo kinda found Applebloom and Sweetie after we had been walking around aimlessly. I've yet to see her parents actually. Now here we are, at the present, and the laughter has died down. I composed myself and hardened my features when Twilight started to speak, “Tick, about Fluttershy…” Twilight began, her eyes flittering from mine. I took a moment to peer around her friends faces, seeing as how their moods were still that of soft grins. Creepy. “What about her?” I asked, taking a moment to throw my empty cigarette container in a bin nearby. With a smirk, Twilight admitted hopefully, “She's going to be okay.” My heart fluttered, awkward, and I chuckled with a small smile, “Kinda figured. Is there any bad news?” I said, cocking my head cautiously. Twilight paused to consider, and shook her head wistfully, “She might be a little concerned about you?” I nodded, “Alright, its not that bad.” Twilight giggled, “Yeah, I suppose it isn't.” Applejack spoke up from the back, “Were the girls good fer ya?” I gave her a thumbs up, “Yep. Walked around town, played with Derpy’s daughter, and I talked with Lyra. Right now they're at your place in their fort.” Applejack harrumphed, “I'm… surprised you managed.” I shrugged, “Kids are kids. Let ‘em do whatever they want.” “Ah mean Lyra.” I let out an, “Ohhhhhhhhhh! Right, right, right, uh… yeah. Lyra was a wild card, but she was a nice enough-” I gagged, “-Pony.” And then, without pause, everyone gapsed. Asides from Pinkie, who triumphantly exclaimed “CHUTES AND ADDERS” as she slammed her board piece down upon the table. I blinked, taking in this as slowly as I could, “Was it… something I said?” “Was it something yo-” Dash laughed, “Dude, you're coming the exact opposite that of which you came to us as!” I raised a brow, “Pardon?” Pinkie smiled from across the room, “What Dashie means to say, is that what you just said, wasn't as mean as what you would've said when you were here a few days ago.” ...wat? Deadpanning, a crossed my arms and growled as everyone yet again, burst into laughter, “Fucking… Ponies…” Some people… Never change. O.o.O.o.O