Flash Sentry sighed a long, heavy sigh. This guy is never going to quit, not until Tartarus freezes over. As he nudged his prisoner forward once more, the never-ending barrage of madness assaulted his ears anew, louder and angrier before.
"...ou will never understand the magnitude of your actions, you vile worm. I demand the kind of respect that you would show a creature of my stature and ability, and I especially demand you take your little pointy stick and shove it where the Star don't shine. The sheer arrogance of these lower life-forms makes me want to simply throw up my hands and let you get destroyed. Seriously, this is the most asinine and ridiculous treatment I have ever been subject to, and ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING? It's like I'm talking to empty Cosmo here..."
And on and on and on. It was bad enough that he just so happened across this obviously drunk wretch behind the tavern, but it was at the very end of his shift, too. He was tired, and no matter how disciplined one becomes, sleepiness remains constant. According to the Royal Guard Canterlot Corps policies, dangerously drunk ponies are to be escorted home promptly. If one is too drunk to recall where home was, he would be put in a holding cell for a few hours, until he sobered up a bit.
Every time Flash Sentry tried to bring up the notion of home, this stallion would start again about DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? and THIS RIDICULOUSNESS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. It was starting to give him a headache.
"...ob to do, and you are not making it any easier. Now I am trapped in this Cosmo-accursed body, in this backwards world full of saccharine shenanigans and ridiculous physics. It's enough to make one SICK. Absolutely SICK."
Sentry shook his head slowly, and poked him with the end of his spear once more. Seriously, this guy is as stubborn as a mule. As they slowly made their way into the castle compound, the unknown drunk decided he wasn't moving anymore, and was now sitting in the middle of the courtyard.
"You filthy speck! Do you see what you are doing? I am the Drifter, and you cannot hold me forever! I will escape someday, and then you shall pay! You, your children, your grandchildren, your Gathering, your world, your Universe shall pay! I will become the destroyer of worlds, the darkest of nightmares, the harbinger of doom! I will become the vilest of... aggressors".
On that last word, the unknown's voice lost it's self-righteous tone, becoming softer. Flash raised an eyebrow. What's wrong with this guy now? His quarry was currently standing still, staring in awe at a pedestal in the middle of the garden.
"A Shaker was here? You fought off a Shaker? B-b-but... I didn't... I never... How did I miss this?" Without prompting, the dark blue stallion with a Galaxy for a cutie mark began walking into the stone garden. Flash followed him, partly out of duty, and partly out of curiosity about what had shut him up.
"You... Your Realm... You survived a Shaker?"
The stallion slowly approached the Discord Memorial. Commissioned after the Second Discord Conflict, this sculpture served as a reminder of the strife the Bearers went through, before being rallied by Twilight Sparkle. Of particular significance was the fact that, in the sculpture, Discord could be seen underneath the Six, laughing.
The Unknown slowly approached the statue, touching it gently. He seemed to gaze into it's eyes, as if trying to read it's mind. "He's still in this world. We haven't much time." Flash Sentry raised his other eyebrow, as the stallion turned to face him. "I require an audience with your local authority. This is a matter of Cosmic significance."
Flash donned a mischievous grin. "Of course, immediately. Right this way, sir."
For once, he didn't have to poke him to get him going.