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[firstofthefallen]

[The network opens to a shot of a light brown pegasus stretched out on the grass. It rolls this way and that, basking in the warmth of the sun, before its head rolls towards the scroll. The girl smiles a little before speaking.]

Hi!

I have to admit, it was a surprise to end up here from home! I thought it might have been a domain, at first, but. Well. I suppose being on a different world is fine as well! And at such an exciting time too! Aside from the Hunter's Tournament, Tokyo didn't have anything left like the Games here! I'm sure they'll be interesting. Is it always so exciting here?

And...

[She turns once more onto her back, looking up into the sky.]

It really is beautiful here, to see the sky for the first time.

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you just had to mention the sky didn't you

[wastelandkindness]

Yeah. That was a shock too.

[She'd normally ask if she's from her world, but... pegasus. Also, Tokyo.]

What happened to your sky, if you don't mind my asking?

It's a pretty big thing, all things considered

[firstofthefallen]

The Dome.

In order to avoid the destruction of the city, the god Masakado used his body to cover it and protect it. The only lights we've had have been the electric lights of the city for the last twenty five years.

[wastelandkindness]

Back home, it was the pegasi. They tired of the folly of the surface world and retreated to their own folly, blotting out our sun with their cloud cities. All save a few rebels.

It seems like a long time ago, but it's been mere weeks.

[firstofthefallen]

[Creatures that hated what they saw the foolishness of the surface world and exiled themselves high above it...yes. Lucifer knew such creatures well. And hated them.]

How awful! It's always unfortunate when there's those who give up, and abandon the actual fight that might be going on.

Time. Time is such a funny thing.

[How long had it been since his previous trip here? A thousand years on his time? Two?

It doesn't matter. Time has never really mattered.]

But with time comes change. And renewal.

[wastelandkindness]

In my experience, ponies never change.

[Even Little Pip, Velvet? ...She frowns at the internal contradiction.]

A pony might. But ponies?

[firstofthefallen]

You're right. I'd like to think that some can change.

But in the end, only the rare few can. But don't you think that even if it's just a few, that's hopeful as well?