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A Different Malaise [Closed - Discord]

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Cold scales lay on colder tile. Fur and feathers did little to hold heat against the shivering wreck that wrapped itself in loneliness and soft sobbing. Limbs, tail, and wings splayed, Qing was a right mess.

 

The cool floor of the small bathroom down the hall was momentarily soothing to Qing’s aching stomach, but only just. The feeling of malaise lingered long after the offending allergen had been disposed of. Physiological ailments Qing could recover from. She had encountered many in officer school and while growing up. But the wounds which continued to weep and fester were not inflicted upon her body.

 

She had failed in her service to the empress. Where a flawless party was to be planned and executed, she had let one thing after another derail her, resulting in the debacle she now had on her hooves. Then there was the matter of Discord. God of Chaos, Prince of Puns, Monarch of Mischief. Whatever he chose to call himself he had disrupted the proceedings with all the graceful elegance of a typhoon in a vase shop. Except the evening was not ruined by Discord.

 

It was ruined by Qing’s failure to adapt. She could choose to blame the spirit for his antics. The court might even believe her. But in her own mind, she knew the truth.

 

Her stomach rumbled one more time, but Qing was far too tired to move herself from where she languished. She would pick herself up and return to her apartment when she had gathered her strength. But until then, the cold floor was what she needed… what she deserved.

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Callous disregard was one thing, but Discord had been trying his best to be a better pony and the shameless antagonism made him wonder if there could be evil queens. Though she acted like the dragon lady longs claimed to descend from. Even if he wasn't a pony. These pontificating Long had terrible parties! While a select few passed his rigorous tests of patience he was feeling overall vengeful! Wrathful een! Perhaps a plague upon their houses would do to change their attitudes. He often found when faced with personal tragedy mortals like these put aside their differences and skewed their traditional views in lieu of less dogmatic diplomacies.

 

He would not mind having and shopping day with Liviel and Lian. A day in the open markets of the country would feed his bucket list of many check marks! The thoughts of ponies shouting at each other as they haggled, or finding shops with ancient artifacts they couldn't imagine the use of. Oh it was horrifically hilarious. The things they passed b on the daily! That all aside the spirit seemed over himself and made way down the halls, floating about like a piece of ticker tape being wildly strewn by the winds. He occasionally blinked between here and there, admiring the artwork lain about. Had he not better manners he would have put googly eyes on everything.

 

“...oh please.” He snapped his fingers and all the paintings, vases and bamboo plants now had fake mustaches hanging from them. “Googly eyes is so last year.” He determined to no particular fad.

 

He dropped to all fours, having spied something in the distance. Wiggling his digits against the ground. His hoof tapped whilst his talon clicked. His paw would make an absurd suctioning noise whilst his claw gave a tip tap tap. With the different noises sounding one after another with watch step it became a veritable cacophony as he scurried across the tiled surface, head curling around the corner to spy a brand new rug! The snake flopped down beside the prone mare, a magazine in paw. He allowed the mare to self-loathe a note longer before he perked his ears and laid both paw and claw over the opened magazine, his hands legs sploot out in a graceful form.

 

“Is this some sort of Long tradition?” He wondered, grey brow arching as he stares off in amusement, plucking a mushroom from the mare and popping it in his muzzle. “You know you'll grow mushrooms if you stay here like this.” He warned.

 

The spirit had no problem lowering himself to the level of ponies, nor did he have some over proportioned measure of self value. He knew he was superior. He was the embodiment of chaos after all. But that didn't mean he was a pony who aspired to be somepony like Tirek or Sombra. Crossing his forelimbs the less than regal Long look-a-like raised his right paw and pet the despairing mare. He was quiet and gave her a moment longer than he would most.

 

“You must fall apart so easily. You can't lie there and tell me that order is your foundation.” Yet, in some sad way-- it probably was.

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Feeling… something… being plucked from her roused Qing from her torpor. She glared at the source of the voice, completely oblivious to its true nature. Momentarily satisfied that her warning had been heeded, she laid her head back down on the floor and closed her eyes.

 

Her eyes snapped back open as the realization struck her like a hammer to the snout. Someone was here. In the bathroom. With her. Her mane stood straight up as she felt a claw run through it.

 

She slowly turned her head around, eyes wide as dinner plates, her pupils constricting as they set sight on the visage of the lord of chaos. A croak that started from the bottom of her gut, escalated in pitch and intensity as it rose through her until it became a piercing scream. Her shrieking was immediately accented by flailing hooves, fluttering wings, and wildly thrashing tail slamming into various bathroom fixtures as she fumbled the door open. Slapping, screeching, and shoving, Qing clumsily marehandled Discord out the door and slammed it shut behind her.

 

Qing’s back slammed against the door, her breaths clearly audible through it. She slowly slid down to the floor, the coolness of it moderating her breathing slightly and staving off hyperventilation for the moment. When she was calm enough to properly reply, she took a deep breath and leaned back against the door.

 

“You could have at least knocked! W-what if I w-wasn’t decent!” She huffed, voice still shaky.

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Discord was the sort that appeared when you least wanted it, but when you needed it most. He was the unexpected challenge you faced when life had thrown so many bricks you are on the verge of building a wall to keep everypony out. Choices like this often created ripples across time and space. The chaotic spirit could, honestly, care less about the choices made by the denizens of Equus as they had no bearing on his existence, but in the same breathe it did affect them. In some, small way, that did seem to bother him. These  tiny, helpless ponies struggling through the tiniest of inconveniences. Well to a spirit who exceeded now, they were quite inconsequential. This one seemed at the edge of her world and it was, in part due, to Discord pushing out his paw. He was perhaps not as gentle with his insinuations due to the way he had been berated. Despite his reformation he was a proud creature remiss of admitting when he was wrong.

 

Straight away.

 

He was aware of the maid’s miserable state. How problematic was it for these ponies to hold Harmony to such esteem that any measure of change, no matter how positive, was a painful walk across a field of coals. The fires it burned beneath hooves and claws was something relieved with hurried steps. The long, purposeful path they took to ease their way to change did more harm. He lay there on the ground, ears pricking forward as she wallowed in her gloom, the nonsensical beast chewing on his mushroom. A walking disaster, some called him. A calamity with every step! And he didn’t even walk! The spirit, unbound by gravity and untouched by the idea of physics others held him to: the draconequus was a bizarre and timeless creature wrapped up in myth, legend and, worst of all: opinionated ponies who felt threatened by being unable to control him

 

When Qing finally took notice of the spirit, her eyes upon him as if he was some ghost: the draconequus pricked his ears up and swiveled the forward to face her as a grin painted itself on his features. Snaggletooth and all the male seemed pleased with himself! That is until she screeched. As the maid began to fumble about Discord took to the air. His magic took hold of the knocked over objects, only to awkwardly tower them into a single structure. Close enough to their original positioning… were one creating found art. Nevertheless it seemed nothing broke in her mind panic. Discord's expression twisted into confusion as the mare regarded his presence with that of some sort of roving tom cat that peeked into windows!

 

“Oh well,” he removed the bowler cap from his head and bowed. “Pardon me.”

 

Discord seemed to warp out of existence. The door separating Qing from the world, a temporary shelter from her anxieties, would sound with a distinct rapping that imitated the tune of Shave and a Haircut. Two bits fell from nothingness on the kirin’s side and slipped into a slot on the back of a piggy bank before the door swung open. In a stylish boater hat and red and white, pinstripe jacket: the draconequus slid in with his forearms extended, a cane waving in his paw. His exaggerated smile faded.

 

The disguise vanished and the spirit would now be lounged back on the airs of his ego. “You are much too high strung darling.” The spirit plucked a ukulele now rest on his stomach playing a familiar chord of notes reminiscent of dancing chopsticks. Odd. Peculiar musical tastes aside. “I can see you're under quite a bit of pressure. The dinner date wasn't so difficult was it? I think it turned out quite well, despite my lack of interference.” It was true! Why all the spirit had done was show up and their very concepts of harmony had crumpled to pieces.

 

He was quite smug about it as it only did to prove the weight of his words he did share with ponies. Their ways were convoluted and only served to make their existence short and boring. What was wrong in sparring a few hours to games and nonsense?

 

“Come now, what has you so bent out of shape?” One could almost jump at the accusation as his words often did to twist reality. There was a warranted fear he may disfigure her for a verbal pun! But, instead, he manifested a pretzel and munched on it leisurely.

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