[The first thing one might notice is a mare only a few inches taller than most fillies is standing in the middle of Ponyville clad in some odd clothing. A white dress shirt collar and a black suit jacket adorn her upperbody along with a black tie wrapped around her neck carefully.
Taking a deep breath she plops herself down to sit, head raising to the sky.]
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
[She doesn't seem to be the happiest of ponies to be here, especially considering she's stubbornly refusing to move from her spot and force other ponies to walk around her and not make eye contact.
Following her outburst she just huffs and gives a derisive snort to anyone making the mistake of looking at her in the wrong manner. She doesn't have her weapon and already is putting up the walls, not wanting to be in this place while she has a job to do.]
Taking a deep breath she plops herself down to sit, head raising to the sky.]
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
[She doesn't seem to be the happiest of ponies to be here, especially considering she's stubbornly refusing to move from her spot and force other ponies to walk around her and not make eye contact.
Following her outburst she just huffs and gives a derisive snort to anyone making the mistake of looking at her in the wrong manner. She doesn't have her weapon and already is putting up the walls, not wanting to be in this place while she has a job to do.]
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