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  1. Spoiled Rich's accusations fell on deaf horns because there was no Draconequus in sight! Where had Discord gone all this time? It was strange, but rather expected. One could attempt to keep track of the noodle, but it was like finding a weasel in a haystack. The snake coiled on Fluttershy's back, as result of Discord's games, looked up to the Sphinx and flickered its tongue, nervously hiding in its coiled, peeking its button nose out, with a flicker! As Berry Punch caught the bouquet, were she to look inside, Discord would be lounging on the flower heads, munching on a piece of cake (the wedding cake mysteriously having a slice cut out and replaced with an origami folded parchment to resemble cake), he would gasp and pull a rose petal over his body as if hiding his noodly form in shame. "Berry! I didn't know you saw me in that way!" He blushed and turned his head away, lashes fluttering in a luscious manner. In a pop the draconequus would vanish with a pop, leaving behind a berry fizzy pop for the lucky pony before reappearing floating over Dunnie, his paw finger coiling around his wizardly beard. "I must say you know how to throw a party for your mares Bluey, but something is missing..." He snapped his talons, trying to recall just what it was, with every snap a queer device appearing in the grasses such as a cymbal clapping wind-up monkey, a herd of flamigo in tu-tus dancing the waltz and finally a large bow-tie wearing gator with a trumpet in claws. "Ah, perfect." He clapped his paw and talon together, only for the gator to wag its fat tail and start playing dancing music reminiscent of southern folk pony tunes! Discord would clap his paw and talons, encouraging those willing and not yet caught in the tangle, to join in the sky-dancing! This would allow the brides and groom a chance for the first dance!
  2. I tip my hat at you for planning such a fabulous party that has yet to happen, but even before happening it is fantastic! I cannot wait to see how the other me's are doing.
  3. "Triangles? Well I prefer obtuses, myself." He use his claw to pull aside a flap in his brown coat of feathery fur and bury his paw into the dimensional pocket before pulling out a small, green moose figurine. "Wait, that's not it." Where did he put that? His grey ears would perk up as he looked over to Fluttershy at her question. It seemed the chimeric disaster had not told her nor even mentioned some of the new friends he has met, but it was not out of malice or some sort of cunning, conniving plan to keep the world in a deceptive lull of ignorance. He opened his muzzle, the answer on the tip of his fang. "It wasn't funny yet." Because crash course meetings, on the fly, were always funnier when they were -- BAM! As if punctuating his gag with an interrobang, the hapless wizard of olde was met with a facefull of unicorn as he was bamboozled in a blur of excitement and sent rolling several feet from his current location, tumbling as various objects fell from his person. Some guava juice ended up landed beside Wordsworth with a tiny green umbrella, the pink juice quite refreshing. A giant snake found itself bouncing out of the discordant mayhem bringer before it slithered under Fluttershy to hide. A rubber goose found its way onto the back of Fire Walker, with a large order of hay fries landing in the convenient claws of Smolder, and a chocolate shake perfectly perched on Gallus' beak. "Oh, hello Bevel!" He motioned his tail's tuft to Fluttershy. "This is my date, Fluttershy, Fluttershy this is Bevel, she makes super fighting robots." With a poof and pop Discord would vanish and reappear with a roller brush, combing down his fur, freeing his fathers of the springy coils of mane that snowed from Bevel in the discombobulating collision. Oh, and a metal spring from one of her toolkits. "Yes well, in the case of Dunnie I was actually going to introduce you later, but sooner arrived. She helped me resolve a booky issue back at Friendship Castle." But considering Twilight's collection it was rather a given situation to have. "And I am not old, I am mature." He puffed his chest floof, sitting up straight! "Like a fine cheese!"
  4. Discord was what one could call a master of ceremonies! He knew every party needed a player. Every shindig needed a charlatan! And every hootenanny needed a horse! Well ponies would work he supposed! This time the affair seemed a bit more complicated as it was a groom to two brides. But the most daunting task of all was to delegate the delivery of his decedent cake to the damsels! Such distress! But alas Fluttershy has a driver with not a moment to spare! His long, grey ear swiveled back, the jubilant, mismatched monstrosity would mingle as if he had not been out of practice for a century over, and turned to Blueblood, his box floating before the claret case popped apart to reveal the three tiered orange iced cake. "But of course Bluey! And I brought a gift for the brides! I heard that it's quite a custom in colder climes to smear the cake k to the muzzle of the groom after the toast. Something about keeping them warm." He could never quite understand these pony antics but he very well tried to understand the more fantastical soirees and rituals ponies and other creatures put such efforts into. Far be it for him to really get it right either, but A for effort. He looked to Fluttershy before landing on the ground, hoof and talon, before looming over the yellow and pink mare. "Oh you see I'm with the bride this time. She fell through one of my storybooks that connects to Chaosville so I owed them a favour." It wasn't every day that a chimeric demi god granted favors, except in Discord's case it was because he couldn't go a day without interfering in the affairs of mortals. Or what was it he had to remember to call or? Helping. He was helping them and making lasting friendships. As Squall nickered out his contemptuous nickname, after all Discord was quite young for a timeless entity of chaos, he gave the fellow his ear, the appendage popping off as the chaos entity stretched and widened it to foolishly display his age was somehow affecting his hearing. With a pop the ear seemed to melt like a clock from one of those famous Salvahorse Dali paintings before he reformed, upside down, before the chatterbox. Discord stole a glance to the top of the castle, a paw coming to his chest as a memory collected from his ever flowing fountain of fame and infamy. "The last Sphinx I met was going on about riddles. How was I supposed to know you aren't supposed to tell them impossibly paradoxical riddles that would have them reciting it for life? It really wasn't all that hard." He snapped his paws to visually manifest the image in front of Squall as he spoke. "It walked on four legs at night, two in the afternoon and three in the evening." The shape transformed from a Pony, to a Minotuar before becoming a Hippogriff: with two hooves and a fishtail. Discord would squint at Squall, utterly offended by the question. "I'll have you know I've not only the new versions of the second edition books, but first edition!" Was there ever any doubt? He looked to Fluttershy, motioning his paw to Squall as the stallion went on. It was quite easy to keep Squallars entertained but even easier to distract. Pursing his lips the draconequus gave a few snaps: a white top hat appearing on Squall's head before it started to grow and extend: so high that the tip would match the height with the top of the castle. It was Squall Swift Esquire owner of the Canterlot Squallardome, the one they were hosting two crashed nebulas. Which Discord would pick up later! He was wondering where he dropped the pair of universes. Honestly he needed to start using stronger stuff to keep those stars in place! He would turn to Dunnie and give the mare a hoof bump and clap his paw and claw together as he moved to float off the ground. "Now, now you can't expect me to miss a party! Besides I sort of owe you for dropping you in Chaosville without a map. Honestly it was my fault. How was I supposed to know Pegasus turned that color in the foothills?!"
  5. Leave it to Discord to never deny himself a party, but this was no ordinary party! It was yet another wedding! He was feeling the same as Fire Walker. Was being single going out of style? Honestly love was one of those things that were way too complicated to be worth unthreading and understanding. It was a pony thing. He knew because his last plunge into romance ended in a crazy, world altering ex. In fact there was good reason to believe that his past problems had made him a bit terse towards romance and love and things, though his recent friendships and allies who would have helped in some of his shortcomings but he was still a bit -- troubled! You see when you find yourself amidst ponies who revel in Hearts and Hooves it is difficult to place yourself in such a situation after circumstances put Canterlot in danger and you ended up blamed! Can you believe that? But he did bake them an apology cake for the mess she made, which oddly made everypony think you were at fault, but he supposed wiping their memories hadn't helped. But to think his ex came back to make trouble well -- he had to make it up to them again but this time no cake! Well maybe a little one. A three tier banana cake with orange icing and flowers to fulfill a wedding feast! He had invited Fluttershy but he was unsure if she would accept. How silly. Another wedding? With the box in paw the spirit would appear behind the fire-red pony in question, grinning ear to ear. "Well well it seems I have arrived at the peak of the gathering." The spirit chuckled with jovial glee. Another wedding indeed. When would they run out of ships, he wondered.
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  8. Boonie: Taming Tempers The Broonie, as its known as by locals, is a small magical creature, often considered of the fae, that have permanently settled in the Everfree Forest. They are short critters with chubby hedgehog-like bodies and long, pointed bat-like ears that sit about the size of a squirrel and are known for their habit of invading the local homes of those that live too close to the Everfree. They are known to camouflage themselves in fallen leaves and hurry into homes as they brush out the leaves during the turning seasons and whenever things become lost in the home one could be assured it was like the mischief of a Broonie as they love collecting bits and bobs left unguarded around a pony's home. When milk or cream is left out for the Broonie they return the favor by cleaning the hearth and home, sweeping it clean making the spring cleaning much easier, but Broonie's have a darker side to them! The little Fae are notoriously short tempered and if offended in any way they have been known to knock over mason jars full of preserves, spill grain and even tip over dishes and plates, shattering them about. The only way to be rid of an angry Broonie is to have a local medicine woman break the curse with herbs and springs, forcing it to leave the home forever. Once a Broonie is cast from a home it can never return to leave its good tidings. It is always difficult to understand the ways of Fae, but one thing easy to understand is a Broonie's temper is not easily tamed as their good nature is. - Haunted Paths Across Equus, a Pocket Guide
  9. The draconequus giggled at the yellow mare, moving his paw to ruffle Zap's mane. "Oh something quite fantabulous just for his mothers. You see I have already given little Zap something here to celebrate his birth and quite a gift for the apple pony, but with Rainbow Dash becoming a newly parented wife well -- it's something for the whole family to enjoy!" He looked left than right, opening the corner of the box after it manifested in front of Zap and her, to give the pair a peek of the most primordially prodigious present placed in Ponyville! If the two would peek in they would be gifted with the sight of a tiny Broonie! A little bat-eared Faerie often found in Everfree Forest that was quite studious and helped clean hearth and home, when given milk and sweets, but if ever offended the bat-eared hedgehogs-bodied fae can cause mischief so malicious it would make a chimera seem tame! He would snap the box closed and it would poof back into the gift pile for the couple and he perked his ears, a weight on his wing. Looking over he would see the energetic fencer, his ears twitching up. "Well well if it isn't the little cook!" He chirped. "And how rude -- I have been a perfect gentlepony this entire party!" He glanced to the side, muzzle puckering up as he thought about the garlic incident. "For the second half of this entire party!" He assured. "You look like a party crasher, I thought only Ponyville residents were allowed at this venue?" He would reach his tail's puffy end up to ruffle their mane, making sure to disrupt the line of fur by brushing it backwards.
  10. Discord was a blubbering mess, crying into a yellow, green polka dotted hoofkerchief. He was such a softy. Honking blaringly into his snout napkin the draconequus would dab his eyes with the end of his tail, the napkin vanishing into a colorful cacophony of confetti to celebrate the vows. "Oh those poor ponies, you know marriage is a lifelong commitment full of cooperation, compromises and children!" He dare suggest that there may even be cooking involved! While he did dabble in the odd pastry, and odder teas the chimeric demi god was one to sate his sweet tooth on pony pounded confections and tenderly tasty toffees tossed by tactful hooves. Heavens forbid one dared ask the question of the draconequus' actual need to eat. he would run you around a block dictating the tale of having found the fluffiest meringue atop a mountain. Detracting from his antics. "Oh come, come Fluttershy let's find the bride and bride! I've my gift to gift them. I want to be first to present." As he was still quite the egotist at least it was in the spirit of giving. A strangely shaped package would manifest in his mismatched paws. It was a star-shaped box with a frilly ribbon of pink and white. The box itself was striped with green and orange, a tag sticking out from it where "Discord" was haphazardly scrawled in a multicolored scribble that befitted the hold of his large, more awkward paw. That in mind the bumbling spirit would putter over Berry Punch, a queer object manifesting beside her. Though in the past one would submit themselves to terror as the objects of Discord's giving were often hazardous to ponies in their nature, but with his newly reformed and far lesser known heroic reasons for his ferocious fiendishness: the juice squeezing proprietress would find herself gifted with a oddly shaped bottle of spiced juice from the distant shores of the tropical pony islands that were known to be the ports of paradise! Well Discord wandered often in his free time, of which he had plenty. There were no hard feelings, garlic, after all makes a lovely tea! He landed on the ground, standing perched on his toes beside Fire Walker and Dunder. "You know you should really visit during the next season Fire, I bet Squall would love it!" No Squall would hate it and Discord counted on it, preferring on teasing the precocious pony provider. The devious demiurge was always delighted to deny Squall the pleasure of rebuffing his company. Besides he had plans to help the business pony with his little trouble with a certainly Oligarchy!
  11. Discord would sputter at a certain noblepony's accusations. "I was merely lending a helpful paw. Garlic infused drinks were quite popular in Marecedonia you know!" He would snub his muzzle and land down on all fours, his levitation as erratic as his sense of style. Discord would smugly thrust his muzzle into the air. "Besides, they weren't even peeled." So the garlic cloves would hardly infect the punch more so than a fancy decoration would. He was not wont incite the wasting of food, unless it was a food war. Than, of course, that was entirely the point, wasn't it? "I think you've been hanging around the Apples a bit too much." Said the pony who spent every weekend with one. The draconequus' floppy ears would prick up at the sound of his names on the wind, and a gentle wind it was. Allowing his eyes to roll to the back of his head, in a literal sense, they shifted eyes would blink and look around the pony filled crowd. A large exclamation point appeared in mid air, before falling into the ground like a stone, mostly because it was carved from stone. The thump was so strong it lurched the chimeric demi god into the air, rump first, before he floated over toward the familiar mare. "I must say you look quite adorable~!" he reached his lion's paw up to pet the mare's pink mane. "Oh, it's' starting! Let's get a good seat!" Of course the draconequues presented himself with the best seat in the house: a raised platform perched on precarious stilts, much like one would find in the opera house. He would sit Fluttershy beside him, were she not to buggered by the height, and rest opera glasses over his muzzle, holding onto the spindly shaft so the mini-binocualrs rest perfectly over his snout. After watching the proceedings he would take a large napkin, which happened to be Squall's tablecloth, or cape or something, and sneeze into it, dabbing his eyes gently. "Oh how sad -- " Though why had he felt sad. "Can you even imagine being attached to a single pony all your life? They'll argue about what movie to go see, and not decide, or never decide who has to foalsit before it's too late. They'll be stuck with chores for the rest of their lives -- though Applejack has a headstart on that!" He mused before reappearing with the yellow pony on the ground. Discord was not quite given to the concept of romance, just yet. He was on the path though as his curiosity did compel him to arrive. "Oh do we open the gifts with the brides yet? I do hope they like mine!" He was tickled but he always was when he got to give his friends gifts, especailyl very Discordian like gifts.
  12. Oh the chaotic spirit wasn't one to brag, but he was quite the life of the party, once it was risen from the dead. Weddings were often drab, colorless, but having a resident party pony assisting wit the planning did spruce things up quite a bit! His bushy caterpillar eyebrows would wiggle at the greeting before he pressed his lion's paw to his chest, bowing like an earthworm writhing midair. "Salutations, Fire Walker, Berry Punch." He grinned that familiarly toothy smirk that snaggled his tooth. "A fine day for a wedding, hmm? Not a cloud in the sky. It's too bad, I brought my favorite umbrella!" He leaned back onto his right, claw resting upon the crooked head of an umbrella's cane which had not been there before. The old, inverted parasol was white with rainbow colored polka dots and some of the wire seemed to stretch this way and that. It all seemed patently chaotic, rather average, even subdued, but there was no such means to reign in chaos, nor diminish it. There were ways to express it more artistically even -- masterfully. He was an artisan of his craft and if one expected him to behave in one simple way, they would be wholly misguided on the complex layers that were his onions. He opened his vest, a a lanyard of garlic hanging from one of the pockets. "Oh, where did these come from?" he thought back to his previous task. "Oh yes,the fruit bats." Before hurling the garland of garlic across the way and into a wayward bowl of punch. "Yes, yes but of course madam!" He bowed dramatically and held out his right arm, the feather limb more griffon than it was mammalian like his lion's limb. "Actually there was something I wished to speak to the Squallard about. Since he was so kind as to let me stay the night -- I've talked with a few creatures I know to get him exactly what he needed." After all the old megalomaniac wanted to tip the dominoes of monopoly: he'd give the pony a case of jenga bricks to play with! "Oh and I wish to give the brides their gifts personally...."
  13. There where an absolute hullabaloo about this wedding. It's been on the books for ages and yet it took nearly a year and some to finalize the plan and throw it. Of course who was counting? Discord certainly was as he has his favorite had pressed for this very party! With a bright purple vest and green slacks stripped with a lighter shade of mint green: he arrived snapping his suspenders as he'd adjust his black tie, popping his collar ever so. He would reach into his chest pocket and pull out his bowler cap which had indeed been flattened for this very special occasion. A grin drew itself across his long muzzle before he twirled the flat cap and huffed a puff of air into the bowl, allowing the hat to fill out before he placed it on his crown between his two horns. Hoof and talon would touch down onto the ground as he stopped through the threshold of the festivities. The dapper lad looked as if he took a tumble in a Technicolor Noir storybook. Curling the digit of his lion's paw into the tuft of his beard the draconequus would release it with an audible pop and admire the sharp coil now decorating the white floof. "My, my, my!" He gushed. "What gaudy decorations. Honestly it's like you decorated using Pinkie's Party Cannon." Which could have surely been the case. His mule ears perked up as he honed in on some familiar ponies. It didn't take long for talon and hoof to be off the ground once more and the chimeric snake appearing above and behind Fire Walker, his forelimbs tucked behind his back. His vest was cut short: only coming to his chest as his long body was hardly suited to pony clothing, but he was doing his best to fit in. Not absolute best, but close enough. He looked over the Pegasus, his long neck curling down as his head would peek in close. "My, my aren't we just glowing?" He cooed to the winged equine, eyes lifting to Berry Punch. He was sure he's been to her shop before. He was rather fond of grape juice. "Are we starting he party yet?" Discord was always ready to manifest mischief or finagle foolishness! But he was, if nothing else, a master of mayhem!
  14. "Well somepony's holding a grudge." Discord seemed to contently slather marmalade over a length cut baguette, layering it with cheese, pickles, two English Muffins and three cherries before folding it in half and dunking it into his cup of coffee. "You act as if anypony got hurt or the world ended!" In truth once everypony's magic returned no one was hurt. Except Discord's pride. That was still in repair here and there. There was no guilt, persay, as he was able to stop Tirek, but there is he inkling of concern that his desire for attention seemed to almost hurt those he cared about. After the whole Accord incident. Something like that wasn't needed again! He scoffed at Squall's attempt to corner his dignity in that little box. He took a bite of his monstrous food creation and muttered with a full muzzle, stuffing a few buttecreme cookies in there for good measure. Oooh so tasty, he loved buttercreme cookies! "I'm starting to think you have some unresolved hurt and are projecting, but I can't blame you for wanting my glamorous life full of friendship! Don't worry I'll be your friend, even if everypony else thinks your just some rich pony playing at being a vigilante." He tittered. He slipped his coffee loudly while Squall spoke to Fire Walker, looking to the mare and perking his ears at the lascivious rumor. "Oh please, I'm much too old for those kinds of foalish titles. Fluttershy is just my favorite!" He assured. "She was my first friend in this realm after all." He proceeded to eat the cup and saucer, moving to float after the group. Despite all his oddities there was some measure of expectation from the chaotic noodle, particularly when it came to meddling. Unless he had fun doing it meddling just wasn't as fun as it could be! He oh so did love meddling, though some mistook that for being supportive. The mismatched Chimera would vanish in a puff of smoke, reappearing in the shape of the unicorn, prancing along besides them. "What do you think I just have this face because it looks almost as pretty as me?" The Raccoon settled stop his head as he bounced along. "I am a renowned detective. I'm sure I can find some dirty secrets in the port and reveal some string or another of corruption that you can use!" Ponies did often love coveting priceless magical artifacts and other things. There was no way a monopoly so big didn't have a few open holes to fit a self righteous noblepony in. He grinned at Fire Walker. "Besides as a Knight I'm sure you'd be quite keen on taking down some real evil-doers. I know a few secrets about the wharf district…" What did Discord know?
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