Test Drive Meme!

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TEST DRIVE MEME

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[discorderly]

Discord is going to take advantage of that openness to slither right up next to him. And possibly try to poke him in the ear with his tongue.

"Prrrrrrrrroblemsssss~?"

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[ponifiedbillmurray]

He starts - and TELEPORTS away to maximum Magic Missile range. Not an instinct you'd expect of Blueblood. Not a talent you'd expect, either.

"I find your presence considerably less of a surprise than I'd prefer," he says, pawing the ground. From anyone else it might be intimidating. "Why am I no longer stuck? Did you do this? How much do you know?"

[discorderly]

Discord, naturally, teleports right along with him. And is still trying to poke him with his tongue, though now he's just holding it in his claw. The lack of tongue doesn't seem to obscure his speech, at least.

"Would you LIKE to be stuck? Because I can certainly arrange that~" Please say yes please say yes please say yes

[ponifiedbillmurray]

"Starless Night, no! I've had more than enough of the Gala for several lifetimes, thank you!"

[discorderly]

"Haven't we all." Discord throws an arm around Blueblood's shoulders companionably, sticking his tongue in his mane like a flower. "I QUITE enjoy a good spot of chaos - as you may know - but dark magic gives me the worst indigestion! I half think the stuff they were serving wasn't even fresh!"

[ponifiedbillmurray]

That makes it click. He eyes Discord, one brow raised to the stratosphere, before speaking slowly. In the manner of one discussing his problems to a stuffed animal.

"I have seen the Gala crash and burn in fire and in ice. Once, in groundhogs. That was a strange one. And I saw Canterlot burn in Balefire. But I've yet to see a Gala destroyed by black magic."

He sits. "You've got my attention. Where - WHEN am I?"

[discorderly]

"I'd consider Balefire to be reasonably dark magic," Discord opines with a shrug, "but whatever. This is Ponyville, and I'm fairly certain it's Tuesday. But then I don't own a calendar."

He leans down and whispers, in the fashion of one telling a secret: "Time doesn't really exist."

[ponifiedbillmurray]

"That's a great deal more useful than I think you intended."

The Gala was on Sunday, in honor of the Princess.

"I'm free," he says to no one in particular.

[discorderly]

"You're FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!" Discord cries in response, and grabs Blueblood by the forelegs to swing him around a few times.

And then toss him out the (thankfully open) bar window.