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  1. The series is still going. It just uploads to Netflix in chunks.
  2. A very neat set of eps. I don't even mind the lack of a two-parter premiere, as the extra bit of resolution for the previous finale is refreshing and didn't need the space of two eps for its slice-of-life tone.
  3. "Hey, Twilight, darling, let's go to the Gala in style! I got this brand new 2018 Chevy Truckmajig!" "Rarity" "We could stop by McDonalds and get Big Macs!" "Rarity stop" "If we crash, that's okay, we're insured by Nationwide!" "Rarity please"
  4. Texty smiled. He heard the distinct noise of Changeling magic, so he donned his own disguise once more. His horn pulsed, and he reached out his hoof, missing Kahz's by a few inches. "It has been a pleasure. Thank you for opening my eyes on this matter, so to speak. I hope we may meet in the future."
  5. "A consort, hm?" Texty said. "A potentially interesting offer. I suppose I have one last thing I'm wondering about. Have the Changelings always been like this?" Texty toyed with the idea of applying towards the position himself, he decided against it for now. He already had something of a job, and writing a new book with some of the information he had learned would take time. Perhaps one day he might be able to come out to the world as what he really was. But for now, his life would continue as normal.
  6. Texty let out a chittering chuckle. "Well, if there is one thing about Equestrians, it's their huge capacity for love. I imagine that's what drew our kind towards them in the first place. Their connection to Harmony is so great it causes spontaneous musical numbers... At least, that's what mother tells me. She could be pulling my leg. I have only seen that happen once." He tilted his head in thought. "Perhaps... I feel that Changelings could know, and learn much about, other cultures in a way few others can. Anypony can just live among another race, but only Changelings can become them. Could make some good ambassadors, and a neutral party for disagreements between nations. If they, we, Changelings, yes, Changelings are able to come out of the shadows onto the world stage. Perhaps it is just a fever dream, a particularly intriguing idea marred by reality. Certainly not happening anytime soon, but I say keep one ear on the past, one ear to the future, and your eyes on the present. Right now, it seems to me from what you've told me that Changelings have spent so long doing things their own way, deep in the shadows, alone, unloved until they take that love, they may resist changing altogether. Ironic, in a sense. The most adaptable race has the least adaptable ideology."
  7. Texty clicked at the mention of the Griffons. "I do hope the Griffons get better from this relationship. The last time I traveled to their capital, it was a complete wreck with pretty much no governing body whatsoever. That is not an advisable situation. Plus, my wallet was stolen, but that is beside the point." He turned upside down. His prescription sunglasses started to slip off, so he adjusted them. "I hear Equestria is making friends with Yakyakistan and the Dragon Lands. It feels like we're building towards something greater, but I'm not sure what. Some sort of grand alliance, perhaps. A bit for your thoughts?"
  8. "Ah, yes, pride. The downfall of so many, according to the stories my mothers told me from when I was but a little grub." Texty said, shaking his head slowly. "We can only do so much. We can try to open their eyes, but only the two sides, Pony and Changeling, can make themselves see." He thought about it, and let out a chittering chuckle. "Though if it were that simple, we would have been living in harmony a long time ago. Perhaps it would be beneficial to show what the Changelings and Ponies could get out of it."
  9. Texty let out a low hum. "That isn't as nice as I thought it would be. You really need Equestria's help, don't you? If only it was easier for everypony and every changeling to see eye to eye a little more." He thought about it. Perhaps writing a book about this might help. At the very least it would make him feel better.
  10. Wrench Works capped her pipe and put it away once she was sure it stopped smoking. She confirmed her own tools, then after going through the schematic in her mind she thought about the tools she needed that she did not carry with her. All set, she entered his lab. She catalogued each item in the lab, figuring which items she could use for her invention and which ones she would have to improvise around. She hummed; While she would have enough to create the desired effect, she was missing key components that would allow her to direct it. She filed that information away for later. The proof of concept was most the most important factor. Her horn lit, and she grabbed each tool and material she needed at once, getting to work right away.
  11. "Ah. Kind of a shame." Texty said. He shifted his position lightly. "I have fond memories of my parents reading poetry to me when I was little, usually before I go to sleep." He realized that, if Changelings are more adept at adapting cultures than forming their own, there might not be as much identity towards being a Changeling as he thought. "What is a typical day in the life of a Changeling in the Hive?"
  12. "Of course." Wrench Works said. "I brought my tools for that purpose." She trotted to the saddlebags she had brought and levitated several tools out. "I trust you have the resources for this endeavor."
  13. Helping Hooves let out a small hum. While he definitely caught that slip up, he knew better than to press her on it. They were now here to make friends, not to make enemies. <<I will be fair. Ponies judge unfairly, but most races do that. As a "Minister of Foreign Affairs", I work to keep the peace with other nations and advise my "Heirs" on matters outside of New Equestria. I am not exactly supposed to seek diplomacy with this nation without orders from higher up, but at this point we will have better luck making allies of Changelings than convincing the Griffons not to invade.>> <<Spread your limbs out, please.>> The doctor said, his horn lighting as he prepared his examination scans.
  14. <<Most ponies are cautious around Changelings.>> Diamond replied. <<Centuries of prejudice are hard to overcome.>> He shrugged. Helping nodded. The doctor led Agile into his office. It looked like a regular doctor's office, if slightly sparser. <<Please, on the table.>> He chittered, gesturing to the cold-looking metal table in the center of the office.
  15. "That works." Hepling Hooves said. "Green Glass." Diamond simply nodded. A simple enough phrase to remember. "I mean, I sort of doubt that's going to happen, but precautions never hurt." He idly rocked his hooves as he looked at Agile, then the Changelings around him. "He does know his stuff, the doc. You'll be fine."
  16. It was narry a moment longer that Diamond had returned alone, good as new. "Well, now that I'm patched up, one of you two can go next." He said, grinning. "I nominate Agile." Helping said with a cheeky grin. "I second that motion." Diamond added. "Okay, buddy, up and at em."
  17. "I suppose it'll be one of the mysteries I can find out at a later date. Something that I've been wondering about, do Changelings have unique forms of poetry? Even warrior cultures, like the Griffons, have those. I'm curious as to the creative process of a culture as unique as that of a Changeling hive." Texty said. He leaned backwards, relaxing a little. He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but he figured it would be a bad idea to overload Kahz.
  18. Wrench Works turned the idea over in her head. "A good idea, if it were a pony prone to sudden and unexpected surges. Not a very common problem, but there are known cases." She looked at his plans closely. "The mechanics are sound. Should work nicely!"
  19. Diamond gave a cheeky grin before walking away with the doctor. "If I take longer than that, I might need your help. I don't like needles." He said as he walked. A small lie, but one that would reassure Agile and perhaps comfort him, letting him know he held no secrets between them. That would be the bigger lie. "I don't know. As much I have been taught in Changeling ways... The details still elude me every now and then. I can't read them as well as a pony or a Griffon." The Minister said. He shrugged. "It could be something personal, something we have no right digging into. You never know."
  20. "I was waiting for you to finish. I have a suitable design." Wrench said, levitating the design that looked like a sort of bulky remote. "This is designed to cancel out the magic in a pony from a range of thirty yards. I do not yet quite know what side effects it might have, but I already worked out ones that might pose a danger to them." Wrench noted the designs, and figured that he was a different sort than she was. Less focused, more experimental.
  21. Very fun eps. I especially quite like the fact that any villains don't show up until halfway through part one. Even when you know a threat is coming, it lowers your guard.
  22. Texty tilted his head slightly in confusion. "A leader? No. A diplomat. I trust that Chrysalis has been treating you well, given how you speak of her, though the transcripts of what she said during that invasion are concerning. But if you say she is not as bad as she seems, I'll take your word for it. And don't worry, I do understand that Equestrians are a little entitled. To be fair, with as much control over the world as they have, it's a little understandable. Manipulating weather, moving the celestial bodies, stuff like that. And they have been the center of a lot of strange and amazing activity recently. But yes, Ponies do tend to assume their way is always the best. That's what lead to the division between races so many centuries ago." He paused a moment, and ran some of what Kahz had said in his head again. "Royal whatnow? Jelly? Like, uh, like ants?"
  23. Pencils whirred, graphite being placed and pulled off of paper as Wrench Works further refined her designs. She was getting a large amount of range from these devices. The one of the two she was more willing to share didn't need any further refinements, so she set that pad down while she doubled down on her secret. It was not much longer that she had that one to a worthwhile state as well. She turned to watch Rabi, waiting with unlimited patience.
  24. Texty clicked softly as he thought about it. A few thoughts on the matter drew his attention. "A strong leader could bring the Changelings into the light, force ponies to see not what they fear them to be but to see them as they truly are. This is what you are hoping for, the purpose of this whole ordeal. You want me to be that light, or perhaps the lens to bring the truth into focus. I probably know ponies more than most changelings, perhaps more than most ponies as well. Is this your goal? To have one that could make ponies understand both sides of history?" The changeling mulled it over in his head. His choice had been made a while ago, but what he wondered was how far he wanted to stretch his leg into this hole, knowing that it could very well collapse on him.
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