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[fireinthebed]

[You know, these scrolls are like an archaic form of phones so he'll deal with this not!technology, ignoring the fact that people are saying it's magic or something. Nope, it's just another piece of technology as far as he's concerned.

But he pokes at the scroll for a moment, huffing to himself before plopping down on a branch of a tree outside of Ponyville. He's a rather upset grey and white dappled pegasus with a pair of goggles resting on his forehead and hair a complete mess and disaster, not that that's a new thing by any chance.]

Anyone care to explain to me how in the five hundred hells I'm a damned horse? A horse with wings no less, this is some kind of ridiculous shit if I've ever seen it. I'd almost take Sephiroth's killing spree and trying to destroy the planet over this colorful sugary happy funtime bullshit.

This ain't the place for an assassin, y'know. Unless someone's lookin' for a bodyguard or needs someone offed, not that I got a clue how to use my magrod in this place with no... thumbs.

How the hell do you even deal without thumbs?

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[misplacedxsheath]

*Destroying planets? Why do so many universes seem to have that as a common theme? And Sephiroth is an...interesting name, to say the least.*

Well then, you might be interested to know that this world is also under threat of destruction.

[fireinthebed]

[Yeah, Sephiroth is a special case. Even Reno will admit to that, as weird as his name might be to some people.]

That so? Keep talkin', you got my interest for a brief period of five seconds.

[misplacedxsheath]

*Less weird, more interesting to someone who knows a lot of religious things.*

The same entity that brought you here, the Pale Pony, intends to assimilate this world into herself.

[fireinthebed]

[Fair enough, fair enough.]

So let me get this straight.

Pale pony.

Assimilate world.

The fuck are you smokin'?

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[nailed_it]

[Wow, that's an impressive amount of whining coming in over her scroll. Enjoy your little tantrum there, hun?]

Most everyone's a pony here. So anyone else who arrives here usually ends up a pony.

[What's not to get? Seriously, what's wrong with ponies?]

And hey, not everybody has wings; you should consider yourself lucky.

[Of course, she don't need no fancy wings, but the point still stands.]

Maybe you could try picking things up with your mouth?

[Pretty sure that would solve a lot of problems.]

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[fireinthebed]

[Yes, yes he did, thank you very much.

And even then he's going to whine some more even with her answers.]

Consider myself lucky? Are you fuckin' serious right now? I'd rather have thumbs, a human, and back where I came from. This candy coated happy sugar land is giving me cavities.

[A brief pause as he picks the magrod up with his mouth before dropping it again with a snort.]

That sure as hell ain't gonna be useful to me in a fight.

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[nailed_it]

So would a lot of people brought here. But most of them are making the best of it.

[Her eyes slim a little, although she's still smiling.]

Surprised somebody coming from a world with some sort of mass-murderer on the loose doesn't relish the thought of being someplace that might not have one.

[And what the heck kind of name is Sephiroth?

She gets an incredibly amused look while the red-head tries to pick up that stick, before rolling her eyes when he drops it. Oh well, that was a nice 5 seconds of quiet while it lasted.]

Hardly anyone else here has thumbs, so everyone has the same disadvantage. I'm sure you can figure something else out.

[bluesuit_hoofy]

Careful, you'll make all your other missing fingers feel left out.

[Sorry, bro, no sympathy for someone complaining about having wings.]