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mylittlejamjar2013-08-16 02:21 pm
pseudacteon_emigre) wrote in mylittlejamjar2013-08-16 02:21 pm
Neurosis 01 [Visual]
[The week was nearly over, and the air was starting to clear significantly... the town wasn't quite as blue as it was Monday morning. Literally or figuratively. Yet, trueberry-induced awkwardess hung in the air even still, liable to last a few more days yet. Now seemed like the perfect time to strike.
He'd spent most of the week watching from a vantage point nopony would question - after all, they were so worried about blurting out their deepest secrets that nopony paid the suspiciously new potted plant near Town Hall any mind, even though it was blatantly wearing a ratty toupee. And with that, he learned of the situation... including what was going in in town, and how he had gotten to a place like Ponyville anyway, when normally changelings still couldn't get within miles of Canterlot.
Making sure he's not seen, the changeling reverts back to his normal form, unrolling the nearby scroll and working its magic.]
Greetings, my little ponies. I see that I have arrived in your world during a bit of a... crisis. Something in the air compels you to speak truths uncontrollably, yes? I notice a large number of you are highly uncomfortable with the idea, and yet it is highly liberating, is it not? Being able to vent what is truly hidden deep in your minds. Perhaps it would help you to seek a neutral third party in this situation, to allow that truth to flow without fear of judgement.
I would like to introduce myself. I go by the name "Hain" amongst ponies, and yes, I am fully aware that I am a changeling. However, I have nothing to hide. I shall not pretend to be some random pony whom you have never met simply to garner love from you - I will do that, instead, with honesty and promise.
You see, I am a deserter of my changeling hive, and as of such have to subside on whatever love I can gather from ponies directly. To that end, I have taken up profession as a therapist. I help ponies with their problems, and in lieu of coin, they provide me sustenance. It is actually truly a remarkable deal, yes?
And it sounds to me like many of you need the assistance. While I do not have a place of residence as of yet, my non-existent doors are quite open for any and all of you.
However, do bear in mind that I do not work pro-bono. As I said, I ask only for my next meal, but that is payment I am unwilling to negotiate at this present time, as a sheer matter of self-preservation. I also do not take kindly to being short-changed.
Regardless, my offer is on the table. Allow me a meal, and I will listen to your problems, even help you through them.
And I assure you; despite the teeth, I will not bite.
He'd spent most of the week watching from a vantage point nopony would question - after all, they were so worried about blurting out their deepest secrets that nopony paid the suspiciously new potted plant near Town Hall any mind, even though it was blatantly wearing a ratty toupee. And with that, he learned of the situation... including what was going in in town, and how he had gotten to a place like Ponyville anyway, when normally changelings still couldn't get within miles of Canterlot.
Making sure he's not seen, the changeling reverts back to his normal form, unrolling the nearby scroll and working its magic.]
Greetings, my little ponies. I see that I have arrived in your world during a bit of a... crisis. Something in the air compels you to speak truths uncontrollably, yes? I notice a large number of you are highly uncomfortable with the idea, and yet it is highly liberating, is it not? Being able to vent what is truly hidden deep in your minds. Perhaps it would help you to seek a neutral third party in this situation, to allow that truth to flow without fear of judgement.
I would like to introduce myself. I go by the name "Hain" amongst ponies, and yes, I am fully aware that I am a changeling. However, I have nothing to hide. I shall not pretend to be some random pony whom you have never met simply to garner love from you - I will do that, instead, with honesty and promise.
You see, I am a deserter of my changeling hive, and as of such have to subside on whatever love I can gather from ponies directly. To that end, I have taken up profession as a therapist. I help ponies with their problems, and in lieu of coin, they provide me sustenance. It is actually truly a remarkable deal, yes?
And it sounds to me like many of you need the assistance. While I do not have a place of residence as of yet, my non-existent doors are quite open for any and all of you.
However, do bear in mind that I do not work pro-bono. As I said, I ask only for my next meal, but that is payment I am unwilling to negotiate at this present time, as a sheer matter of self-preservation. I also do not take kindly to being short-changed.
Regardless, my offer is on the table. Allow me a meal, and I will listen to your problems, even help you through them.
And I assure you; despite the teeth, I will not bite.
[visual]
Okay! There you go! [She puts him down again, looking him over now with interest: she's never hugged a changeling before, but he felt neat.] Hey, how does love taste? Does it taste?
[visual]
Also, should Pinkie look over while she hugs him, she might notice his horn glowing... or herself glowing. There's an odd pink energy being drawn from the pony to the changeling for a few moments, though it's gone by the time that Pinkie lets him down.]
Considering it does not pass through a changeling's mouth, there is little reason for it to involve the sense of taste. It does have a distinct feeling, however, one I can best describe as "uncomfortably tingly". I believe ponies have likened such sensations to being 'spicy'.
[visual]
[So instead of saying somepony is sweet, they should say they're spicy? Pinkie will figure that one out later on her own, though, because something else just came to mind.]
Oh, oh, oh! That Changeling Queen who was at the wedding, was her name Meulin? 'Cause somepony's really trying to get in touch with her!
[visual]
The royal wedding was before I was spawned. The queen that was involved in that was in charge of the hive I fled, however; her name is Chrysalis. Perhaps that translates to 'Meulin' in some language I don't know.
I doubt it, however; if someone needed to contact a changeling queen, they would know much better than to do it where a large crowd can be made aware of it.
[A little bit of information offered up made him feel less like he was blatatly abusing the pony's trust, at least.]
[visual]
Buuuuut you're probably right, if that's not even her name. Thanks, though!
[wait this is action by now isn't it]
Her lack of intelligence should not be seen as indicative of the normal changeling mindset.
[WHATEVER]
So how often do you need to eat? Is it like every day? 'Cause I bet we can set up some kinda feeding thing if you ever get really really hungry!
[WHATEVER]
You needn't worry. I can manage for myself.
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...how do you get pudgy from emotion? Does that mean some emotions are more fattening? Liiiiiike... [What is the most fattening emotion Pinkie honestly cares very little about these things] ...the kind of happy you feel when you've just eaten a cupcake right out of the oven, and it kinda burned your tongue but it's so good that you don't even care?
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[He listens, considering.]
Elation.
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[She motions with her forehooves in the air, vaguely indicating some kind of large blob. You know. Hang there or something?]
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[He mirrors her motions almost perfectly.]
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[It's pretty easy to see how, she's been vibrating at a low frequency throughout half this conversation.]
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No use arguing it, though.]
Anyway, thank you for the greeting and the 'gift'. I think there may be other places where your perkiness would be better appreciated, for now.
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[She's quite willing to go bouncing off to take care of other things, but this isn't over. You are officially Pinkie's First Real-Life Changeling Friend, Hain. Be prepared.]