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  1. From the album: Goblin's Artwork

    Showing off my sweet babs Chiasa and her fluffy sparkly wings. Not a princess really, more like a noble lady of an obscure family. She is my precious ballerina and will dance into your hearts.
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  2. “I’d like to think of visiting an sacred place is similar to visiting a friend’s house. Common curiosity should be followed.”, the unicorn seemed to be in a rather good mood as they talked and trotted. “I would hope the spirits see me not as an ignorant foreigner, but as a friendly visitor seeking enlightenment." Even as a magic user, the splitting of the mist was still a pretty interesting sight for the explorer. "We all probably envy other's abilities.", he whispered, "Being a griffon.. Can't say that wouldn't be so bad. You have flight, great strength, agility, talons that can manipulate items with the greatest of skills and ease. And the griffon girls are as beautiful as one can get." The stallion was familiar with mists, even magic mists, but he was still caught off guard by the experience of cantering through the green tinged mist. It almost felt like one of the more unique mind-altering spells college kids would cast on friends. 'Light Summoning Darkmagic' was a favorite spell back then. It was a variation of an several stepped recreational illusion spell that sent its target on an hyper-hallucinant-hallucination. This did not seem to faze the kirin at all. Pocket assumed he had encountered this magic in the past.The trip was quick, and thankfully without any lasting psychoses. The bear had his own palace? Considering how difficult it was to find a reasonable flat in Canterlot, he could only imagine a big ol' bear trying to find an actual palace to live in. How did they check his credit score? Did he need a referral? He also tried to take over the entire mountain. This is what the pony saw after the mists. Beautiful mountains, and waterfalls...Pocket Change could never get enough of these sights. "Questions? I have one.", the stallion asked as he resisted the need to raise his front leg as if he was in school, "What could you tell us about the mist we walked through? I am aware of certain spells that could create barriers that could be crossed through if the passerby met certain criteria set up by the spellcaster. You could summon a mist that would block those with impure thoughts or a devotion to a certain hoof-ball team you didn't like for example."
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  3. Calder watched as two left, one for water and one for a doctor. Thus he was left the Unicorn, at least he felt more safe around him. Ponies were a forgiving and weak lot… Well maybe not to weak, from what he heard about things they gave some bulls a rather good thrashing, his dad ranted about it for weeks and saying that is why they did not help other clans. He was more confused as to what the unicorn was doing when a head was lowered down to him. Was it to help him? No one has bothered to help pull him up before… ok that was a lie, only one ever did. “Uh… thank.” He says to the unicorn as he placed hs frunt legs around the black unicorns neck and with some help, pulled himself up so he was sitting on his flank. “Calder. Name Calder. Thank for help.” Calder says looking around the coastline, he was lucky too land so close to help… And more lucky it was not close to where that battle was. Last thing he’d need is too swach up next to a camp of soldiers. If you can call what happened a battle, that was a mess. You’d need an army to take that city, not a couple of ships. “You pony, not from here you say? You from pony land. Ponies good, ponies nice. Calder thankful, I on pony side.” He added hoping to put him on ‘their side’ soon as he can. The sooner they saw him as a good bull in need of help the better.
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  4. Ah... she had thought there was something off about the caribou, but her angle of approach hadn't really allowed her to see what was wrong. Well, that was certainly an issue. She nodded to the qilin as she ran off to get some drinking water, looking back over to the unicorn as he spoke next. "I am from Long Guo, actually." She responded to his question, moving over to the caribou to provide what first aid she could before going to find an actual doctor. "I shall be back, just make sure he doesn't get worse." She said to the unicorn before running off to the village.
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  6. Monokuma is life. Monokuma is death. Show me your worth if you wish to exist.
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  7. "Well, considering that Celestia's Sun is already starting to set, I fear it would be incredibly dangerous and unwise to proceed any further into the tundra. Since we don't know what's here, we don't know what could be waiting for us. Not to mention, I'm sure the already cold temperatures are going to plummet even further, and while I'm certain I could withstand it with some assistance from my magic, it would be dangerous for anypony else. So I think resting here and starting at dawn would be the best course of action," she responded to Kappi as she watched the other two. Aria had already made her way over to Nensho and began talking to him about Neighpon. A conversation that she herself was somewhat interested in. She kept an ear out so that she could try to catch a bit of it as well as her own conversation. The last time she was in Neighpon, she wasn't there for sightseeing, so hearing a little bit about what's there interested her. "That being said, if you wish to map the stars here, I would recommend doing so now, as I mentioned, I wouldn't want to be outside of the shelter too long right now until we got used to the terrain," she finished when he brought up the stars. It was true that would be essential to navigating the lands, but at the same time, any cloud cover in the area would render them useless, and Celestia have mercy if they get caught in a blizzard.
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  8. I feel like I'm not allowed to call someone a friend if I described them as a "cancerous mushroom man" Not that I want to anyway, but just because we don't click well
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  10. Discord had, honestly had enough. He had come to the country to look for a friend of his and offer a little something to make up for the lost time during the Cherry Blossom Festival, but since his arrival he has been met with naught but strife and discourse. While one could protest to his very being inviting such things he was a god of chaos. His madness has purpose, it had reason and it certainly did not stand as a difficult process to understand once one stood in Discord's place. It seemed these long has no respect for gods or visiting dignitaries. After all he was a friend of the princess and then some! He looked down to his state of dress and glowered. Ninjas led by loud, arrogant Chamberlain and an Empress with as much tact as a pin slipping from a cork board. This wasn't a game he wished to play any longer. While many a time ponies were hapless victims to his disruptive quirks it did stand to reason he never did reach such a point that he tired of himself. He had been able to greet Livel and even have a short talk with Prince Lian. He teased the guard a bit while opening his eyes to the troubles he twisted himself, but the spirit received not an ounce of respect, or fear, since his arrival. Goodness not even a moment of peace to enjoy the odd flower here and there! If this was a land of Harmony it seemed to sorely lack any sense of harmonious pride. “You know Silver…” he pressed his paw and claw tips together, head turning slightly to the unicorn guard. “You two really are fit to be seen together… though it seems she even outshines you when it comes to -- order.” He regarded in a hushed tone. But what did he mean by that? It was clear the spirit's mood sunk lower and lower the more time he was given to think about it. Advanced? Harmonious? This country was far from it. Had he his way he could certainly twist their knickers up in knots. He didn't now and it seemed these barbaric dragon ponies forgot that. Surely tales of his heroism in aiding the defeat of Tirek, or participating in the Changeling Invasion. He had been ruminating over the actions of the long over his time here and for him it has been mere seconds to their hours and yet in all that time they failed to see the folly in their actions. How far they make an enemy of him rather than a friend. A truly simple concept by the way the Mane put it and yet across the seas it comes in such short supply. The spirit had been filing the claws of his talon. His ears perked up when Feng wailed for help. Head turned his ruby gaze toward the mare. Tossing his file it would vanished into feathers and Flutter to the ground. If they were given chance to respond it really would only further prove that when things of the clamorous sort did so occur the overtly Harmonious perpetrators knew not what to do when change did come about. In a flash he vanished and reappeared hovering just behind and above the sickly little made. The predator looked to take claim of his prize: head cocking and his claw and paw just peeking from beneath the sleeves of the borrowed vestments, courtesy of Lian. As much as they would claim he was no Long: the way the spirit floated silently over the maid like a brewing storm gave push a sense of dread as he had been pushed to his limit by their faithless, humorless and unbendable ways. “I remember a kingdom like this once… law. It sheltered itself under the divine principle of order, respect, authority of one…” Not to say monarchies were bad, but without the sound voice of a pony to contest your ideas it was little better than leaving a foal in charge of playground law. “This is precisely what I meant and yet you failed to heed my warnings. Safe inside your castle and unaware of the dangers on your doorstep.” He reached out a paw, claws sliding from the furry nubs as he held it over the pinkening maid. “You know naught what suffering you bring by following your -- Path with such stringent authority that come a visitor from the West as powerful as I and you treat with disrespect.” His voice was deep, but loud enough to push through the clamour of the growing party. “What would you have done were it the Princess of Friendship, or even the Princess of Love had been the ones to wander into your little school? Of those two who love to nose around, the former especially around books… I must say I am a little underwhelmed. For those that declare themselves avatars of such a principle, of such righteousness you’ve done little to show me why this path is right… that dictates such clamour over a strange visitor. One who could turn rocks into gold and apples into oranges.” Though the latter event would have certainly pulled a festering dismay from a certain pony he knew. The thought made him grin. Those devilish fangs peeking from his lips as he reached out to attempt and brush back a strand of the qilin maid’s mane as it seemed to just be all over. “You see, thus far you have proven that without chaos -- “ He looked around the room. Feng, who could nary punctuate his sentences appropriately -- found himself shackled by his own, disheveling loyalties between peace and panic. Silverheart found himself attempting to play advocate to a beast who was a keen example of what Friendship could do, yet resisted in allowing the chimera to attempt and draw friendship from the Empress who held contest with his jovial jabs. Livel, ever calm, had been wholly accepting of the odd noodle, even scolding his unusual antics stirred by his temper from the disrespect. But she had still the sense to turn a bark to the Empress who pushed and denied the spirit’s advances. Si Jin seemed to be playing her own games. While Discord would normally abide by such fun ploys, he had found she had little resolve to regard him with so much more than a glance. She seemed more keen on being mischievous. And whole Discord could support such a role it too seemed tarnished by the sight that was this monarchy. Denglong Xin with about the same ability to respond with a simple greeting, or even a hoofshake. Being met with silence, while applicable in the past as a tyrannical terror of trouble -- these days it seemed quite rude! But there was her hurried escaped. It seemed many of them seemed incapable of handling chaos in any shape or form… Feng struggled, fought to be what he was not and ever as the spirit sought to aide him there was only so much he could interfere with. He could only open the guard’s eyes, albeit forcibly. …he means well. Yanhua -- was yet still a bystander. And not in a positive way. How she looked in his direction… how she too failed to live, instead choosing to live vicariously through the food she cooked for them... Lian was jovial in his greeting and arrival and even appearing to such an event underdressed! He was good laughs, but alas it seemed the warming welcome arrived too late. His own blood had assured him there was something peculiar ahoof and made it difficult to accept without the fear of overall rejection. Better the gaggle than the gander. Yue herself had gone up and over to ignore the spirit and make him feel most unwelcome with her cold regard and aggressive forum upon meeting. At the very least he could tell Squall ninjas did indeed exist, if only for the sole purpose of guarding mares from the warm and friendly greetings of a god! And then there was Qing… Delong’s magic seems to have passed. He watched its aether pull and grasp frantically at wisps of energy between searching for the tangible presence of the poison that seemed to rapidly consume the foolish maid, who was too quick to eat and nary concerned with her Empress’ well being to first check upon its contents. “Oh poor Qing. A flustered, freckled maid.” He lowered his head and tone to whisper the next few words to her, sprouting doubt already seeded. “I can understand how hard it is now for you. Closed off in that tightening husk of a shell, struggling to not trip and fall because -- the Path you walk is not a straight one.” Patting her back he sighed and moved to rest his paw and claw on her shoulders, raising his voice, once more, to an audible pitch. “I can be assured they would have continued to panic over that which isn't theirs to understand -- well you would certainly have been on the receiving end of their unstructured clause for calamity. Their misunderstanding of chaos.” He held his eagle’s claw close to her skull. The jagged limb was covered in avian scaling and was sleeved from the elbow up to the shoulder in thick, brown feathers. The crooked hook of a hand looked menacing up close, hardly the caring tenderness one would expect of a caregiver. But that was part of this whole problem, wasn't it? A lack of expectations. The sharp talons that tipped the digits were able cut through the vanity of existence itself and rend holes in reality themselves, yet he moved them with such carelessness in close vicinity that one would have to fear their flesh be pricked at a moment's slip. “Their inability to accept chaos leaves them with an ineptitude to predict it.” And so, with fangs bore and jaws parted: he did look as if he would show them just how dangerous chaos could be! His claw came down upon the poisoned mare with such speed that none would, stand likely, able to halt him -- though they certainly could try and may verily succeed! His paw's foreclaw and thumb would grip her ear between the squishy vice of his kitty pads as the talons dove forth to wretch from the cartilage flap the half-chewed shrimp before tossing into a bucket that appeared on the table. The bucket splashed when it landed and the cooked shrimp would flounder about before going belly up: a white flag raising from its crustacean form. Discord let his paw and claw pat the mare’s shoulders after dusting off his palms. “I wouldn't let a new friend fall to the folly of such panic.” He assured before looking up to the empress. “Fare thee well Empress. I am remiss to admit that such is losing battle for true Harmony here…” He waved and poofed, the hanfu pooling to the ground. He would reappear by the chamber doors and bow most obnoxiously. “Wǒ xiān gào cí le. Shī péi le.” ((“Pardon, I must leave first. Sorry for leaving.”)) He offered, being the quick learner in the language and to prove how much of a show off that he was. Opening the door the spirit would make move to head out. He did pity the poor fools who pandered to an idea that could be changed. He paused a moment, paw rest upon the door. He thought about the things he's learned. And while, sure, h could very well reduce the crowd into a gaggle of flailing chickens to prove a point it was sometimes not easy for ponies to change. He scratched his beard a tick, shifting his weight to look back. “A moment of serendipity… It isn't about who's right or wrong. Nopony has it right, but there are times when you lot are too self righteous to realize that, in the end, it doesn't matter. You need a little more faith and to listen to your heart's more often.” That was otherworldly knowledge right there.
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  11. Aria wasn't too sure what she was to do now besides wait until the journey began, so she sat herself down besides Nensho. While Ice storm and Kappi spoke she would let out a small sigh and look to the pony, "So... Nensho. That's neighponese, right? Ah've heard Neighpon is a right pretty country." ARia had been hoping to visit that place for a while, she'd heard that it was home to very impressive magical medical spells and techniques and learning more about medicine was surely to only be useful in the long run. Even then she'd heard about some of the amazing sights and mysterious creatures there that she'd love to see.
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