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Dark Core did his very best not to cower, though his very best was little more than only shaking in fear, rather than dropping to his knees and begging for his life or running away as fast as he could. The latter did seem like a good idea really, though Carrot here looked like he'd be able to close a gap between himself and a colt in no time flat. So rather than tear out of the barn like a bat out of the Everfree, he stood there, shaking like a leaf on a tree as the rather perturbed looking stallion neared.

'Oh no...' he thought as Carrot fell silent, 'Either he's so angry his mind broke and he can't speak, or he's plotting where to hide my body....I hope it's the former...' nearly jumping out of his pelt, Dark gulped as Carrot got eye to eye with him, causing him to shake even more. After a bit of stammering though, Dark was able to speak, "I-I was just standing there, minding my own business!" Dark began to explain, "She said she was wanting to experiment, that you were always going for the 'scientific method' and that she'd be nice to me and told me to be evil to her and see who wins, then she did THAT! I-I mean d-don't get me wrong, uhm, sir. It was ni...I mean she's nice. But there's this filly that I met at the Gala when I snuck in, but....I do want to be f...f...friends with Purple, though....pleasedon'tkillme..." he said, struggling to get the word friend out. Wait, did he just say that last bit outloud? It seems his mental to verbal filter decided to take a vaction.

'This is it' Glitzen thought, 'This is the first step towards the dream! Oh this is so divine! Who could be there I wonder? Oh I hope some big names are there, it's always good to make a grand first impression before the show!~' the fashionista silently pondered to himself as the carriage went along. It was a bit of a trip from the Hotel to the Luau. But that didn't bother him, not at all.

What had bothered him was the chance that Bramble might back out, his, or rather HER, reaction earlier was, well, less than lack luster, to say the least. A part of Glitzen had wanted to break down begging, pleading with the stallion to do this for him. But he had to hold himself together, grace, tact, dignity. If he let this get to him so easily, he would NEVER be able to hold it together at the show, so calmly, but with a fearful waiver in his voice, GG stated just how much this meant to him and his business. Which, thankfully worked. Glitzen mentally gave himself a pat on the back, and thanked Bramble profusely as he grabbed hold of the Joke beyond the guard line.

After all of that though, here they were, in the carriage on their way to what would SURELY be a fabulous Luau! Bramble, no, Silk Scarf, dressed in a fabulous outfit that Glitzen pieced together, a grand dress indeed, but it paled in comparison to what he had in store for the show! That would knock their horseshoes off! Glitz himself was dressed in a gorgeous mint green tunic style dress with fine vine shaped dark green accents and a snug wine coloured sash adorning his waist. Simple, yet elegant, as was his accessories, an olive branch wreath sat upon his lovely mane, as gold hoop earrings dangled from his ears, shining in the light.

"There there darling, you'll be just fine." he reassured his friend, or at least tried to, as they pulled up to the location of the party. Slowly the door swung open, and Glitzen could hear it, the murmur of the crowds, the snaps of cameras, he could see it, the flash of lights and the red of the carpet, he could even smell it, the wafting scents of the meal being prepared along with the magnificent smell of the flowers placed around.

With a smile, Glitzen shortly followed his friend out from the carriage, into the snapping maelstrom of the paparazzi. While Glitzen loved it, taking time to smile and pose for the camera, trying his best not to ham it up, but still make sure they got his good side, which, he had no bad side clearly, he knew that Bramble, while still in the guise of Silk, wasn't too fond of it, so confidently he made his way towards the party, with his model following suit, "Oh yes dear, this is going to be spectacular, do remember to mingle and enjoy yourself darling, is a party, after all." he said with a slight giggle, glancing around to see if he could spot any of the big players in the fashion industry.

Gideon glanced over as a large puffball of a Diamond Dog strolled up to his cart. He hadn't seen this one before, and most Diamond Dogs around these parts had thinner, more practical coats, ones that wouldn't possibly cause them heat stroke on the harsh summer days in the desert, but thick enough to keep them warm in the cold cold nights. This one though was quite different, looking more suited to the icy lands up north, near Stalliongrad and the like, the fuzzy glanced over Giddy's wears. Ahh the sound of clinking coins, this might be Gray's day after all. Sitting in his chair Gideon watched as other mooks decided to just pass by, not even taking a second glance at his cart.

This was, however, lucky for Gideon, as what Powder did next made his eye twitch, good heavens above he hoped no one else heard that, it seemed like they didn't at least. Glancing around Gideon leaned over to the other Diamond Dog, "Shhhsh kid, I know that but they don't. Can't go around letting the rubes in on the secrets eh?" he said, keeping his voice down, but still holding a firm tone. He wasn't about to let some savant come in and potentially wreck his business, not today, not on such a nice day

Trying his best not to just bolt for his life after leaving, Dark's hungry and fear of being chased were all that kept him following Carrot. Glancing around at the farm, the colt wasn't really all that impressed, 'Yup. That's a farm alright. Dirt. Grass. Stuff. Barn.' he thought to himself as the two entered into the barn. Dark was a little more impressed at this, loads of tools, equipment and, 'Hello...' Dark stopped for a second to get a good look at the pinups. At the very least, it seemed Carrot had good tastes. Dark wasn't so much of a fan of the Wonderbolts, but being who he was, he at least knew when a mare was smoking. Almost forgetting for a moment that he was possibly in mortal danger, Dark made a note to try to find some of these pinups sometime.

Suddenly snapped out of it by Carrot addressing him, Dark remembered that he could die at any moment. Or so he thought anyway, "Aheh, it's uhm, very nice. Sir." he said, trying not to shake in his cape. 'Calm down Dark, he's not going to hurt you. You're perfectly fine. No one would lay a hoof on a villain of your prowess. Yeah. You're golden.' he thought, of course, Carrot didn't KNOW Dark was a villain, and well, it would probably just be worse if he did. Hiccuping slightly, Dark stammered at Carrot's sudden odd question, "W-what? Wait what are you t-talking about? I, what? I was just. And then she. Was just standing there and she. Gah."

Dark's thoughts were stopped as he jumped in surprise, being snapped out from his own little world upon Carrot addressing him, "Ah, uhm, ye-yes sir. Right away sir. Heh. I'll uh, yeah, do that real fast." he said nervously, 'Just stay calm Dark...' he thought to himself as he took his cape to the other room, 'Nothing bad's going to happen, just a little walk around the farm, a small chat, helping him get some more food, everything's going to be just fine. It's not like YOU did anything wrong, after all, she's the one who did that...Not you. You're in the clear. Right?' folding up his cloak carefully, he sits the silken purple cape onto a table in the other room before returning.

Having missed any talk of him, Dark nervously coughed, "Ahem, there we a-are. Should be ah, good to go." he said walking over to Carrot. Trying his best to not look intimidated. After all, villains can't show fear in situations like this, it's highly unvillain like after all. Stiff upper lip was it? Wait, no don't want to look smug, that could be very bad, just, play it cool. Hopefully Dark would be able to not only keep his cool, but his temper too. For his sake more than anyone else's. Cause no one really would want to see a colt bloodied and bruised from flipping out.

My vote is still for Discord/Celestia.

The sun was shining bright in the Appleloosian sky this morning, a crisp breeze rolling through the air made the normally hot desert town a much cooler place, which was JUST fine by a certain blue tinted Diamond Dog. It was that time of the week again, time for Gideon to pull his cart into Appleloosa and see what kind of suckers...Or customers rather, he could wrangle in today. Now Gideon wasn't like most Diamond Dogs, or at least not like what most Ponies ASSUMED them to be. Gideon wouldn't come to town to steal away ponies or anything so drastic. No, Gideon was a business dog of sorts, or as some would call him, a shyster. Good old Gideon would bring in gems. All sorts of gems, though, these weren't as precious as one would think. But good luck getting Gideon to tell you that.

With a sigh, Gideon pulled his cart, an old refurbished 'carpetbagger' style thing as it were, into the market area and parked it, the bipedal canine had a sly grin on his face as he set up, 'Oh Gideon you devil you, you're just too good for you own good sometimes you know that?' he thought to himself as he polished up some gems, sitting them on display, 'Buy em low sell em high, money makes the world go round after all, and I plan on keeping my world spinnin.' flipping his sign to open, the Diamond Dog stepped behind the counter inside and barked, in the salesman sense, "Step right up everyone! No need to be shy, I don't bite! Got some gems once more to sell at a wonderful discount to you charming ponies! Diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires! You'll find em all here! If I don't have em you don't need em! Need a special gift for that equally special someone? Get them a nice ring or necklace! Perfect for any occasion!" Gideon was good at the talk if anything, a gift that got him to where he was today, "Your someone not into gems? Not a problem, I've gold and silver too! And if you're in luck, I may have some Platinum left! Someone you know a touch on the superstitious side? All sorts of 'lucky' crystal and charms! Don't miss you chance!" now all Giddy had to do was wait for a good ol' sucker to take the bait.

Roleplay Type: Mane

Name: Starbuck

Nicknames: Starby

Sex: Male

Age: Indeterminant. Seems to be Young Adult-Adult Range

Species: Peryton (White Fallow)

Eye Color: Mocha (493D26)

Coat Color: Vanilla Cream (FCFBE3)

Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Vanilla Cream (FCFBE3), No real 'style' really, more just tufting on his head.

Physique: Average, but slightly taller.

Origin/Residence: Whitetail Wood/Solstice Heights

Occupation: Barista/Cafe Owner

Motivation: To create a wonderful environment for everyone to just relax and enjoy a nice cup of coffee.

Likes: Espresso, the scent of vanilla, oranges and cream, calm quiet nights.

Dislikes: Bright lights, rude creatures, bears, fire.

Character Summary: A long time ago when the earth was gre...Wait wrong story. Quite a long time ago, but not so long for the long lived Perytons, Starbuck was born. A bright eyed bushy tailed fawn, Starbuck was raised as most Perytons were and enjoyed a peaceful calm life in Whitetail Woods. As he grew though, he experienced what few Perytons did, a wanderlust of sorts, the urge, the need to explore beyond the borders of the safe haven of their woodland home. Being young and having a bit of a mischievous streak, Starbuck snuck out from Whitetail one cool evening, just as the sun was being set. Wandering out and about the outskirts of the woods before taking his first tentative steps out, Starbuck felt rather confident, this was easy, he had thought to himself as he walked about, gazing at the wildlife bounding around.

With a smile on his face, the young Starbuck began roaming further away from the Woods than he had meant to, entierly unaware of what, if any, dangers lurked so far out. Stopping for but a moment to graze on some wild clover, the Peryton soon heard a loud roar, startling him greatly. Turning about, Starbuck came eye to eye with a large black bear, and a very angry looking one at that! With a loud squeal, Starby bolted away, running as fast as his little hooves could take him, all the while the angry beast giving chase. Thinking as fast as he could, Starbuck dove into a small alcove near a hill and crawled as far in as he could fit, the bear swatting in at him in an attempt to get to the scared Peryton. Bleating as loud as his little lungs could, Starbuck only hoped someone would hear his cries.

After what seemed like hours, the bear stopped swinging. Taking a cautious peek out of the cave, thinking it was safe, the peryton was nearly met with a large swipe from the beast, but ducked back into the cave. Crying softly, Starbuck had nearly resigned himself to his terrible fate when suddenly a large flash was seen from outside the cave, followed by the bear running off back from whence it came. Shaking like a leaf on a tree, little Starbuck peeked out once more, this time met with the friendly face of a small band of ponies, whom had been exploring the area. Their leader of sorts greeted the scared Peryton kindly, explaining that they had heard his cries for help, and rushed to the scene as soon as they could. The kind ponies then offered shelter for Starbuck for the night at their camp. Where they sat and enjoyed their evening, recanting tales of their previous adventures, who they were, how they got their marks and all sorts of grand stories of the outside world, with which Starbuck had became so enamoured.

After a wonderful night full of stories and tales, Starbuck was stirred from his slumber by a lovely scent. Stumbling to his feet, the young Peryton followed the scent out of the little tent, where the leader of the group was brewing something; something that he called coffee. Taking a small sip of the warm drink, Starbuck smiled, it was so smooth and delicious and invigorating. The lead pony smiled and talked with Starbuck about different kinds of coffees, his cutie mark being related to coffee making, though his true passion was exploration. Soon though, the group and Starbuck had to part ways, but not before they escorted their new friend back to the woods. With a heartfelt goodbye, the leader placed his favourite hat, a raspberry coloured beret, on Starby's head, telling him to be sure to follow his dreams. With a nod, Starbuck waved farewell to his friends and returned to the woods.

A few years later and a few years wiser, Starbuck once more left the woods, this time, not out of rebellious wanderlust, but to follow his friend words and chase his dream. After having tasted the drink that his friend brewed, and feeling how good it made him feel, the Peryton decided to spread that joy and try his luck at setting up a small shop, a cafe, in the Solstice Heights, north of Canterlot, south of the Starswirl River.

Starbuck overall is a sweet helpful Peryton, a lot less self reserved than some of his kin, but still shy at times. After the attack, Starbuck has a rather bad fear of bears, shuddering at the mention and cowering at the site of them. Never seen without his treasured beret, Starbuck is most at home serving up a nice latte or cappuccino.

Additional Status: Wears his beret near everywhere he goes.

Poison Joke Reaction: TBD

Dark snorted, who was this mare to tell HIM he wasn't good at villainy? She knows nothing about him! Why if he wasn't in such a nice, good, not blow ponies up mood, he'd have to think of just how to slowly torture her for her outright disrespect for a villainous mastermind! "Hrmph. I'm perfectly capable thank you very much, villainy is my life after all, and you've no business butting in your opinion on what should or shouldn't be construed as evil! I know what I'm doing, and by Nightmare Moon's mane, I'll be dead and buried before I let ANYONE, tell me how to be a villain!" he stated defensively to Rose; though being entirely nonthreatening as he looked, it held little to nothing backing it up.

Sputtering upon being called harmless, Dark stomped feeling rather insulted, "Harmless? BAH! Someday you'll see, you'll all see. You'll rue the day you thought Dark Core was harmless!" he said, ranting once more; why did near everypony decide to try and rile him up today? Couldn't it have been some other time, one where he wasn't already a bundle of nerves that felt like they were on fire? With a sigh Dark took a few deep breaths, finally letting everything sink in. He was able to do it, he was able to tell Cat how he felt, and best of all she felt the same. As far as he was concerned, nothing could ruin today; even the two attitudinal ponies, Mal and Rainbow Dash, weren't really able to bring Dark's mood down. Just make him snippy...Er. Snippier, that is.

Walking over to Cat, and doing his best to ignore Malediction's presence, Dark kicked a hoof across the ground lightly, "So uhm. Yeah, sorry for, messin up your quiet spot, I know you come out here to relax heh. If I hadn't shown up, maybe it would have at least been a bit more peaceful."

Always need more villains!

Dark stood there, locked up in a combination of confusion and fear; his heart skipping beats with how fast it was going, thoughts flashing through his head at a thousand miles an hour, 'What just happened, why did she, oh Discord he looks mad, I'm going to die here aren't I, I just wanted a meal, that's all. Is this punishment for trying to steal books? By Nightmare Moon's mane I swear if I survive this day unscathed I'll only steal once every two weeks.' the colt thought to himself as he broke out into a cold sweat, 'Okay Dark, calm thoughts, think about...reading poetry, mom's cooking, throwing water balloons at ponies, world domination, Cat N...Cat Napper....' a small smile broke out onto Dark's face at the thought of the pegasus he had met not long ago at the Gala, it was so strange, thoughts of her soothed him more than anything.

Gulping and shaking his head to clear his head, the villain stood silent, staring at the ground, too terrified still to say a word. Lightly his stomach rumbled, the smell of the food growing stronger, as did his hunger. He quietly prayed to the evils that be that he'd be able to eat, and then get out of there as fast as he can, before Carrot decided there was a hole out back with Dark's name on it.

Dark snorted, "The name is Dark Core! And you'd do well to remember it. DeMasque was but an alias. Sneaking into the Gala and giving out my real name would be foalish." he said returning the glare, who was SHE to judge him of all ponies. He'd remember this that's for sure, she moved from one list to the other in the shortest amount of time ever, that Dark can recall. So much for being able to keep a dance partner after all of this. Maybe Cat can dance well? If not, Dark was sure he could teach her to be as good as...no! BETTER THAN Mal! That'll show her, he thought.

Glancing at the chromatic maned pony, Dark rolled his emerald eyes, "Of course I have a problem with the Princess. Both of them really. They're in my way. What self respecting villain trying to take over the world, WOULDN'T have a problem with the current regime? Of course I'd be a fool to try and get rid of them right now. One step at a time after all, the slow and steady process of corrupting the masses against them. It could take month, years, who knows? But it's a start. And a wonderful one at that!" he said with a malicious grin. The 'evil' colt really had NO idea who he was talking to. Not that it mattered nor did he or would he care if he knew, "And if you've a problem with that, well just take a number, you wouldn't be the first, and I'm sure you won't be the last. All will be dealt with eventually."

Brushing his mane to the sides in a more orderly way, Mesmeric nodded, "It c-can be rather distracting, simple tasks can lead to long arguments about, things like, what's the easiest way to do it, or the fastest, then that leads to a who's right who's wrong scenario..." he said rubbing his head; inside the two others were still bickering slightly, but better mentally that verbally, he head enough of a headache as was, "That sounds pleasant yes, we can put the jog on hold for a little while, no real destination in mind after all..." he said with a smile. Coffee sounded delightful, to all three of them, it wasn't very often that they had the chance or the nerve to stop by, well, any place, let alone somewhere to get coffee. The arguments he had with himselves were 'bad for business' he was told.

Hope you and your family feel well soon Arty D=

Dark squirmed in Pinkie's grasp, the pink party professional sure had a heck of a grip on her, "Buh, hrrngh...What?...Mustache...Why would I want a mustache? Not only are they horribly cliche, they look like they would itch something awful...all bristly and bluh..." the villain said shaking his head; though he always DID think about a goatee perhaps...Where those over done? Not that he could recall at least, "And my laugh is just fine, it....hrk...." his rambling however was cut off as Pinkie let out a, what to most would be, terrifying laugh; to Dark on the other hand, it was the most awesome thing he had heard all day, "Wh...that....how...whoa...."

Awestruck by the laugh, Dark was easily drug along, as he tried to process just HOW someone so...unevil, unmaniacal, and un...un...unsomething else that has to do with evil, could pull of such a chilling and perfect laughter; one that could make Nightmare Moon get goosebumps even. Shaking his head to snap out of it, the colt noticed they had finally entered the building, "Erk! Oh looks like no one's here, such a shame, oh well, let's go!" he said trying to escape, getting nowhere fast.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything, I know you probably like that one guy and I'm just an annoying pest and I should learn to keep my mouth shut andMMPH!" Dark's eyes flew open in shock as Cat kissed him, 'Did she just, did that just, does that mean that?...' the villain's mind started running at a mile a minute in the short amount of time that the kiss lasted; a bright blush spreading across his face, as well as a happy dopey smile, "Eheheh...W-wow...I uhm...w...y-yeah I suppose they do..." he said with a chuckle; nothing could ruin the moment right now, nothing in the...scratch that, one thing could.

Ducking down as the flames shot into the air, Dark gulped and stammered lightly, "Heh...uh...h-hi Malediction...Uhm...long time no see eh?" he said slowly standing back up, brushing his mane out from his face. What the temperamental unicorn said next though made Dark twitch in anger, "THING?! How DARE you call her a thing! You...You're just bitter because you're a no account, addle brained, hotheaded, cyclops! Amazing dance skills do NOT make up for you insulting her!" he said snorting; inside he felt bad for having turned Cat's relaxation area into, what's possibly about to become a small battleground, but he wasn't about to let Male talk bad about her; he didn't WANT to lose a good dance partner, but no matter HOW good of a dancer she was, Dark wouldn't let that stand, "And for YOUR information, I've not ONCE planed regicide. Simply usurping someday is all. Nothing wrong with that." brushing off his cape, Dark took an arrogant pose; he wasn't about to let himself lose his swagger in front of the girl he cared for, not a chance.

"W-well I mean, I snuck in, ran up some roofs then up the wall to get in...So...that's kind of evil, right?" Dark said rubbing the back of his head, "Villains do look cool though, and...I mean I've been called a nuisance before...plus other things I probably shouldn't mention...But I'm not a bully or anything...Nightmare Moon was AWESOME! Eternal Night sounds like it would be a blast. Always quiet, soothing, I'd love it." Dark always enjoyed the night more, mostly cause that was when the beasts of the Everfree slept, and aside from the Hydra in the bog snoring, Dark could get some peaceful quiet reading done.

"An experiment?" Dark said, gulping slightly as Purple neared, "Well, what do you mean exacMMPH!" Dark's question was cut short however as the filly pressed her lips to his; locking up Dark stood there in shock, sweating due to both nervousness and the warmth of the kitchen, which started his pelt dye running. The villain's mind was locked down, no thoughts running at all; the only other time he was kissed was back 4 years ago in Stalliongrad, when a girl was dared to 'Pick a loser and kiss him' by one of their friends; so this assuredly came as quite the shock.

'Of course it's dreary...' Dark thought to himself, 'It's supposed to be, I mean, villains aren't supposed to be looking all...bright and colourful or something!' with a nod, the colt faked agreement, "Yes, I suppose it is a tad...gloomy." not that the villain minded it, no, far from it, to him the doom and gloom and drear was perfect; to him, it was who he was, added a mysteriousness to him, one that would leave the 'heroes' wondering, just who that vile fiend was.

"What what what?!" Dark stammered, "No no, I-I don't think that'll work I mean...It's not Poison Joke after all...thank goodness..." he said, flailing a bit as he was drug along, 'Oh bother this isn't good, what do I do what do I do?' Dark thought, there wasn't any sort of escape from this it seemed. It looks like the malevolent colt was at the mercy the preposterously pink poofy pony, 'With any luck it won't get rid of the blue and I'll get to keep myself a secret heheh...I hope.'

"What?! Wait no no it's f...Heh, hey Cat..." Dark say; practically his whole face was bright red through his pitch dyed pelt; his heart beating a mile a minute; so many ponies were around, not to mention one of them he knew. Having met Malediction at the Gala a while back, Dark knew that she would be the type to mercilessly taunt anything that could be construed as weakness, such as signs of affection or, well, anything really...But Dark had come too far now to just let that get to him now. After all, it would be weak to let the opinions of a minion; no matter HOW good of a dancer they were; get in the way of his goals.

Taking a few deep calming breaths as Cat took a couple moments to gauge the other's situation, Dark reassured himself, 'You can do this Dark, you're an evil overlord. If you can tell this filly you l...ll....don't hate her, you'll never be able to rule the world. It's so simple!', shaking his head to snap himself out of it Dark stammered, "N-no...I MEAN YES! I mean...well...I uhm....Cat, err...well that is to say..." sweating a little, Dark didn't take notice his pelt dye began to run slightly, "Uhm...I was doing a little, th-thinking about...see it's like....I don't hate you...You're...the farthest from hate, by that I mean....I l....o....I lo.....I uhm...." Dark's ear twitched in annoyance, "BLAST IT WHY IS IT SO HARD TO SAY I THINK I LOVE YOU CAT?!....Erk!" slamming his hooves over his mouth, Dark's eyes went wide as he realized what he had just done.

"Well...I guess you're right...but well..." Dark pondered quietly to himself, trying to think of counters to the filly's reasoning, sound as it was, "I mean...well, villains are cool right? They never get the respect they deserve in comics, heroes always stompin over em; maybe their like me, maybe there's a reason they do what they do...I....I don't know..." he said rubbing his head; somewhere inside Dark KNEW she was right but, he had quite a lot of thinking to do. Evil WAS so much fun after all. He couldn't very well just up and all of a sudden give everything up that made him THE single most evil pony in Equestria could he?

"Hehe, still, I don't wanna wind up on his bad side..." Dark said, sniffing at the air as the food cooked, "Mmmm, smelling amazing Purple; you really know your stuff." it did smell really good; not to mention Dark was exceedingly hungry, having not eaten all day. A good home cooked meal could do the colt some good, "S..something that turned out for the best?...Well there was...no that didn't work....Well that one....no I wound up blue.....W...no made her cry....OH! At the Gala, I snuck in and wound up meeting a couple ponies. Made a dance partner and a f...ahem, pony I don't hate, there. That counts right?"

"W...Well I guess that sort of makes sense...But being a villain makes everything easier...Heroes are too good for their own good usually; always, following rules and doing the 'right and socially acceptable thing'." Dark said, rolling his eyes lightly, "I mean, a little evil can do a lot of good, if done in the right way. That's why I want to take over the world! If I'm always following the rules of society, I'll be stuck where I am, as I've always been...A nopony...And I don't want that anymore. I do these things for the greater good, I know I do..." he said, though he DID sound rather unsure of himself now.

"I just, am not cut out for being a hero. Evil to the core and all that you see. But you're right I suppose heh, I guess it can't hurt to have, a couple f...fri....ponies I don't hate heh." Dark said with a nod, still finding it hard to accept that he, the greatest villain in all of Equestria, would have, friends. So in his mind, he called them minions, it made it easier. If minions let you down, you can just be upset at them. If friends let you down...it hurts...

"Hehe, if there's one thing I can do, is defend myself...s'about all I'm good at besides messing around with Joke...Though I've been told I'm good target practice by one pony who threw apples at me. But that's a story for another day I suppose! And don't worry...To be honest your brother kinda scares me, like he wants to skin me alive..." Dark said shivering a bit, just the thought gave him the willies.

"Mmm cookies!" Dark said with a smile; maybe his original plan of wreaking havoc wasn't going so well, and maybe he may have ended up turning blue as a blueberry, but the cookies made it all worth the while, "I must say, I was rather displeased with being tied up, but, those cookies by far make up for that. Thanks very much." Dark tried his best to NOT sound pained by saying thanks, but, as a villain, it was rather difficult to do; what self respecting villain said that? Oh well, at least he had cookies.

Following Pinkie out back, Dark glanced around, seemed that the crowd had dispersed alongside the weather ponies, "Good the coast is clear..." he said with a sigh of relief, that means little to nopony would be able to see him in his current state of bluedom, "Uhh, well, I'm not sure, I've never turned blue before...Well what are the opposite of blueberries? Maybe that'll work. Because I doubt this would just wash away." he said, mostly because he didn't want to end up losing his dye for when the blue DID wear off, "Any other ideas?"

It didn't take long at all to dislodge all the mess from the ceiling; piece after piece dislodging and falling into the pot that Pinkie Pie held; who knew that making candies and pastries could get THIS messy, or dangerous for that matter! But as Dark was getting ready to comment on those facts, Pinkie was suddenly pulled right into the pot of, well, whatever that stuff was! "WHAT?! How! And she just....into the....with...but...huh?!" the villain stammered; she just got sucked into that pot! That's NOT normal, well, not normal in most places to Dark's knowledge.

The stammering went on as Dark paced around the pot, surely there must be some sort of explanation, he thought. Though as he leaned down to peer into the pot, with a flash of light, the filly was suddenly back! In surprise, Dark fell backwards onto his flank, "GAH! You're back! Where did...and how did you...what's....weird pony and? You disappear and then act like nothin...bah I just....OH my poor aching head..." he said as he rubbed his temples, this day went from bad, to worse, to OH DEAR DISCORD, to okay, to just plain freaky in the matter of around an hour; just WHO or WHAT was this pony? "N-never mind...The dishes are all in the sink, so now what?"

Done and done; sorry, force of habit and all; ages help me determine when key events happened in a characters life, so I just throw them in without thinking sometimes heh.