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[The scroll comes to life by hastily working arms, and a blonde woman's face comes on the video. She looks like she's been through some shit recently; she has a few soot smears and scratches on her face, her hair's disheveled, she has heavy bags under her eyes and there's a long scar along her right arm, among a few other minor welts.

She might look a little familiar though, with her blonde hair and beat up Iron Maiden shirt. Wait--is that...???]

Hello? Minako? Don? Mister Finevoice? --hell, anybody at this rate. It's Liz! I don't know how I'm back - or how I'm still human - but...listen, how long has it been?

((OOC: Iron Liz has been canon updated! She now has memories up to the end of the RP Kon Ran. She's...been through a lot. I may make a write-up of what went down in this journal or pony!Liz's in the near future, it's hard to summarize. If you have any questions, poke me or Ni, since that was her old game.))

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[Heeeeee'll be there. Yep. Probably looking frantic and like he hasn't slept too well the past couple of nights, but not really any worse for the wear. Certainly not like her.]

[Yup, she's looking out for him now too. He should be easier to spot in a crowd now at least...but it's kind of a bigger crowd.]

Iron!

[Harvey may possibly be shoving several people aside to get to her once he spots her - at least the ponies have the good sense to move.]

[She turns at her name, following suit to reach him, though a little more carefully.]

[And he pulls her into a hug as soon as he reaches her.

Somewhere, a reporter furiously takes notes.]

Hey, kid. You alright?

[She just takes a moment to take in this hug, squeezing him tightly and burying her face in his shoulder. She's needed this. She's really needed this.]

That's a bit of a loaded question. But I made it back intact.

[He holds onto her for a bit longer before pulling back.]

Why don't we just head home? We can talk there. [He doesn't like how crowded the streets are here.]

Sounds perfect. I don't suppose there's still ice cream in the freezer?

[Zetta gave her the right idea.]

Yeah, pretty sure.

[He hasn't had any, at least; ice cream isn't really his go-to comfort substance. One arm still around her shoulder, he turns towards home.]

You were only gone a couple days. Darn crazy ones, but you ain't missed too much worth seein'.

Yeah, I figured that much. I mean, showing up in Ponyville as a human is kind of a dead giveaway.

The Princess broke that magic mirror that what's-her-face came through. Apparently this is the kinda thing that happens when you do that. There's been a lot more new folks passin' through, too.

Yikes.

...that's not our seven years bad luck, is it? I already had one year of rough terrain to go through.

Hope not. She said the forest oughta suck up all the weird magic sooner or later.

[And probably turn them back into ponies. Ugh. As they arrive home, he opens the door for her.] Better enjoy our hands while we still got'em.

Hope that's not bad news for Zecora.

[She steps inside and goes right for the nearby sofa. Yeah she'd mentioned wanting ice cream, but the chance to just get off her feet suddenly took over. She flops down and sprawls out on her back, running her hands over her face.]

Bet she's used to it.

[He goes to the kitchen, leaving her to relax for a little bit. He can get the ice cream.]

[Left to relax for a minute, she closes her eyes and takes a deep, tired breath. Exhaling, she opens her eyes and looks around the house. Everything exactly as she remembered it. It really had been only a few days. Linkara always talked about weird time differences between dimensions, but it still weirded her out to see them happening live. She wasn't even used to it after the Satellite of Love.]

So....all this aside, you've been okay?

Aside from this? [And he mentally includes her disappearance under the heading of "this".] There ain't been too much happening.

[He comes back with a bowl of ice cream for her, setting it on the coffee table in front of the couch and settling down into a chair. He'd...always sorta questioned why they HAD chairs as ponies, honestly, but it was workin' out well now.]

How about you? [He's not even gonna ask if she's okay, that is a stupid question.]

[Liz sits up, reaching for the ice cream with a sigh.]

That's....kind of a long as hell story, mister Finevoice.

I got nothin' but time.

[Man. Where to even start though.]

...I don't suppose you've heard Luna or Don talking about Kon Ran?

A little bit...

That's where I've been.

[We could handwave expositing the entire game from here, if you want? idk I'm tired.]

Edited 2014-04-15 12:53 (UTC)

[Over the course of the story, he eventually moves over to sit on the couch next to her. When she finishes, he puts an arm around her shoulders and draws her close.]

Jesus, kid. [What do you even say to a story like that, really?]

[She's all too happy to lean on him, taking a slow breath. It's pretty clear telling the story took a lot out of her.]

Yeah it's.....not gonna lie I'm still trying to process all of it.

Is there anythin' I can do?

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