raisethemoon: (Defiance)
Any non-combatants, we order thee to retreat immediately into the shelter of the nearest building. It would be most unwise to linger outside. If thy spirits are not currently with thee, please summon them.

Everyone else, in case thou wert unaware, the Spellican hath arrived in Traverse Town and summoned the four previous large Nightmares fought. To repeat, that would be the Hockomonkey, Queen Buzzerfly, what I take to have been the Meta, and - Nightmare Moon. [Hear how pleased she sounds about that.] All hath vanished for the moment, and I am attempting to relocate them. Considering the circumstances, we may wish to form more organized search parties.

Once again, the streets are now extremely dangerous, and if thou'rt not well-experienced in battle, we strongly urge thee to retreat. These Nightmares are most dissimilar to any you may have faced in the streets thus far, and typically take several fighters to overcome. [She's thinking mainly of the new arrivals, here.]
raisethemoon: (my old friend)
[The feed opens on the sky, showing sunset over what can only be Ponyville. Considering the vantage point, it's being taken from a cloud, but even though its author could only be one of a few people, Luna does not speak.

The shot holds as the light fades from the sky, until the stars and moon rise. One could be excused, really, for not watching the entire thing. Finally, she speaks up, still from behind the communicator:]


I would not have placed the stars quite that way. [Sigh] But I suppose 'tis well enough.

[She pauses for another long moment.]

Incidentally, I am seeking new lodgings in Traverse Town. Suggestions would be much appreciated.
raisethemoon: (Myth and Legend)
[Why is there a gigantic flash of lightning and crash of thunder at the beginning of this message? Because Luna is involved! She seems to have triggered this one from the ground, where she stands alongside her sister on the steps of Ponyville’s Town Hall, and when the light is cleared she flings a hoof out in the direction Celestia isn’t, looking delighted and triumphant.]

[Opposite her, Celestia mirrors her sister, smiling radiantly. The fanfare and glory are clearly Luna’s idea, but the elder sister’s happy to go along.]


BEHOLD! As Princesses, we welcome thee to our beloved kingdom of Equestria! [She folds her wings, which had been spread in display, at her sides again. Celestia’s half-fold at the same moment, then completely furl a second later when she sees her sister’s have.] ‘Tis true that the dream limits it somewhat, but Ponyville is a lovely village, home to many of our finest and most valiant of citizens!

[Celestia, more calmly of course, picks up next.] That you become ponies when you enter this world is simply more proof that past the outer shells and the physical differences, we are all the same on the inside. To aid you in acclimatizing to them, I will gladly provide aid to any of you who transform into unicorns, and might need help learning to utilize magic pony-style.

And for those of you with wings, I shall be offering lessons in flight and weather management! [Another, smaller crack of lightning. That is the most dramatic way anyone has ever said that phrase.]

[Celestia bows her head gracefully.] And we shall both offer aid to any of you needing aid or guidance in adapting to a pony form.

[THE MOST GRACEFUL OF THUNDERCLAPS, AS A FIERCE WIND BLOWS THEIR MANES BACK MAJESTICALLY even though they don’t actually need wind for that.]

NOW GO FORTH! AND PROSPER IN THY NEW HOOFED FORMS!
raisethemoon: (Look upon a summer's day)
[The comm just shows one of the computer monitors on the Mother of Invention, flashing its LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS: DAMAGED message. There's also a strange whirring. After a few seconds, Luna turns the comm to face herself.]

There is still an atmosphere here for the moment, but that warning will not cease. We should be cautious in traveling.

[Though by "we", she mostly means everyone else. She's got this.]

Unless, of course, any of you are capable of fixing it?
lonenoble: (Default)
[Noble Six couldn't help herself. After everything, she had to sit down now that there's breathing room. She's not dying at least, but the wounds that would have killed her weren't completely healed. There's some pain. And there's visible damage to the armor that she was going to have to try to figure out a way to fix.  It's damage from Covenant weaponry, to those that might be familiar.  Her helmet is actually off and sitting next to her with a broken visor.  A Komory bat takes the chance to land next to her, trying to climb into her lap. He's trying trying to cuddle, just to get pushed away.  He can't help making worried noises at his person.]

Come on. Knock it off.

This is Spartan-B312, Noble Six. I'm looking for other UNSC personnel to make contact. I need information on what this place is. It definitely doesn't look like Reach. [Ignoring the fact that she should be dead from what she can remember.]

[Edit:  Forgot the helmet.]
raisethemoon: (What in heaven?)
[Luna looks particularly overjoyed with herself, a paintbrush dipped in black floating nearby in her magic. The bird sitting between her hooves is fidgeting, head twisting and turning upside-down.]

Observe! I hath created an owl! Is he not majestic? [She touches the paintbrush across the back of his wings again, pulling the black paint jar a little closer to dip it again.]

His name is Strix. When the painting is finished, I intend to begin training forthwith. More of you should attempt it, it hath been quite effective with -

[And that was when Strix decided that this was just way too boring to keep sitting around for. He screeches and flings his wings wide, knocking the jar of pain up and into the air as he flies away. Luna flinches, then looks down at her newly-blackened chest and forelegs in shock. Her face is similarly covered, which is probably the sole reason behind that quickly developing eye twitch.]
raisethemoon: (We are unsure)
[Luna looks tired and irritated as she comes onscreen, her ears low and her fur a bit matted as if she's only just woken up. Ordinarily, she wouldn't make an announcement about something that pertains to her work like this, but after the last time this happened, she believes it relevant to the community at large. And, well, no one else seems to be forthcoming about their nightly travails...]

We are all sharing the same dreams. Again.

Doubtless, you have all noticed the...general pattern these new recurrences have been taking. [Said in a tone that clearly indicates she knows that practically no one here is sleeping peacefully.] And, once again, the Keyhole is common to all. Perhaps this heralds the opening of yet another world?
raisethemoon: (Mare in the Moon)
[Luna peers critically into the camera as it comes on. For once, it isn't wrapped in the pale blue shimmer of her magic; she reaches out a hoof to straighten it slightly.]

Excellent. Hold steady, Noctis.

[She turns and paces slowly away, to the edge of what turns out to be the belltower.] Tonight is the night of the Winter Moon Festival. My festival. 'Twas to be our first in...in some time. We had meant to gift our subjects with a grand and glorious sky, to show them all that -

[She stops, sounding near tears, and tosses her mane in frustration. Then, visibly composing herself, she takes a deep breath and lowers her head, her horn glowing first blue and then a bright silver as she takes flight. The silver light coalesces around and in front of her as she rises, until she is silhouetted against what seems to be a huge, brilliantly shining full moon, hanging high in the sky above Traverse Town.

Luna lands again, her horn still glowing faintly as she maintains the illusion. She's a little out of breath, but smiling triumphantly and somewhat defiantly.]


Tonight, there shall be a moon!
raisethemoon: (Look upon a summer's day)
[Luna looks extremely pleased with herself, fairly beaming into the camera.]

Behold! [She swings it around, showing off a Kooma Panda fast asleep on her floor.] We hath created a bear! Her name is Ursa, in honor of our beloved Equestrian Ursae. We plan to paint her coat similarly to theirs as well! Doubtless, she shall serve as fiercely and valiantly as -

[The newly named Ursa yawns and scratches her belly, before rolling to face away from Luna.] ...ah, as...

[A silver-shod hoof reaches out to prod the panda in the back as Luna whispers urgently.] Ursa! This is thy introduction!
raisethemoon: (Do not go gentle)
[Luna's lying on a rooftop, staring up at the moon with a rather forlorn expression. She's quiet for a while, so long that it looks rather like she doesn't even know the communicator is on. After a while, she speaks, without looking at it.]

This night...hath lasted a very long time. 'Tis most lovely, if unfamiliar to us. But, dost thou think - is it truly meant to be so?
unrecovered: (Default)
[The video flickers on to show both Wash and North in what looks like one of the hotel rooms. It’s far enough away that it’s obvious they’ve set it up on a flat surface somewhere. Wash is still wearing his helmet; old habits die very hard.]

Hey. Does anyone know anything about these Dream Eater things? We know they can fight and that you can make them from little rainbow pieces; aside from that, I’ve got nothing.

[There’s a squeak from offscreen, and Wash looks over-] Hey, get over here. [-and leans out of the frame.]

[North, meanwhile, has his helmet off, because all things considered, this area’s probably safe and he can let his guard down a bit. ]

Also, do they all carry loose change or something? It’s an odd way of making money.

[He glances over at Wash.]

Everything alright, Wash?

Yeah, fine, just- c’mere!

[There’s more squeaking offscreen, and finally Wash leans back into the frame, pulling his bat into his lap. The bat squeaks piteously, and it’s pretty obvious that one wing is bandaged.]

Is there a vet around here, or someone who knows how to take care of this? [He gestures at the bandage.] I can do this much, but that’s about it.

[Responses will come from both Wash ([personal profile] unrecovered) and North ([personal profile] brodakota).]

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