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[Well, this has been a hell of a day...couple of days? Emile's not entirely sure, since his mission clock isn't synching with anything. He's completely out of his element here, especially after the little white fuzzy bastards put him in some kind of stasis a couple times. The idea of those things controlling everything here--which they clearly do--isn't comforting in the least to him. He's also not entirely sure what to make of this little snake...thing that he supposedly "made" from those weird pieces.

At least there was something to fight here, and a few battles with Nightmares had done a lot to calm him down. So now he was poking around with the communicator, and wonder of wonders there do in fact seem to be other people here. Might as well see what kind of afterlife he's landed in.

The video clicks on to show armor that might be familiar to anyone who's been paying attention to the Freelancers, but there's a very distinctive skull pattern carved into the domes gold surface of his smooth EVA helmet.]

This is Noble-Four requesting contact from any UNSC-friendly forces in the area. This don't make any goddamn sense.

--And are those little white bastards shitting me or is it really called "munny"?

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[raisethemoon]

There are no humans on my planet. [Said with absolute certainty. After a few thousand years, she thinks she knows all the species that live around her.]

That does seem logical. Though I still find our continued presence in thy mythology curious...perhaps an enterprising unicorn found her way into thy universe some millenia back. [Or maybe Discord did it. Actually, that sounds horribly likely.]

[spaceracist]

Weird. We got regular ponies, donkeys and cows back on Earth. No griffons, though. And don't none of them talk.

Yeah? Well hell, I'm meetin' you now. Maybe somethin' like this happened before.

[raisethemoon]

I know someone who would do exactly that.

[spaceracist]

Don't sound too impressed with this someone, ma'am.

[raisethemoon]

Discord was Equestria's tyrant several thousand years past. My sister and I o'erthrew him and imprisoned him in stone. Such an act would fit his sense of humor, but...well, he was still a statue when I was brought here. [Let's just not talk about what Celestia went and did after that. Apparently he's reformed anyhow.]

[spaceracist]

Damn strange sense of humor, if you ask me. But this kind of--

[He makes a gesture.]

This level of power? He could do that?

[raisethemoon]

I remember when I was very young, he changed every living thing on the planet into lime-flavored gelatin for several of what passed for his days. [She abhors lime.]

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How the hell did you overthrow something that can do that?

[raisethemoon]

Celestia and I harnessed the power of the Elements of Harmony, a magic more ancient even than Discord or ourselves. He is the spirit of chaos - harmony is against his very nature, and the Elements can cleanse his touch.

[spaceracist]

Huh.

[Yeah most of that went right over his head. Magic, sure. Lime jello. He can grasp that opposing forces cancel each other out, at least. That much follows real silence.]

So if we get a hell of a lot of caffeine, we can defeat the dream world?

[YES HE DOES JOKE FROM TIME TO TIME.]

[raisethemoon]

It hath not worked yet, but I believe the tea shop also sells coffee. [She just isn't mentioning the fact that she actually can control the dream world, when it IS a dream world. Humans can only handle so much, she is learning.]

[spaceracist]

Worth a shot.

[He just assumes this is all a dream world.

Come on, he's talking to a pony princess.]

You want to get some sometime?

[raisethemoon]

'Twould be a pleasure.

[Yaaaaaay, making friends! Luna loves coffee, anyway; she's gained so many more nocturnal ponies that way.]

[spaceracist]

Meet you there after I get settled in, then.

[...He didn't just ask a pony out on a date, did he? Nah.]

[raisethemoon]

Excellent!

[If he did, said pony is sadly not aware of this fact. She's gotten coffee with friends plenty of times! She even has a nice cushion kept at the shop to sit on instead of one of those tiny human chairs, and he'll find her taking it off its shelf when he arrives, while making small talk with whoever's at the counter.]

[spaceracist]

[When Emile enters, he's...well, big. Just a shade under seven feet without his armor, and with it he's a shade taller. He'd already met Rarity in person, so the idea of holding a civil conversation with a pony isn't quite as bizarre as it would have been before arriving here. Still, it always pays to be certain.]

Princess?

[raisethemoon]

Ah, Emile! [First human she's ever met who's taller than she is, goodness. Celestia might rival him, but Luna's accustomed to being a giant amongst mortal ponies anyhow.]

Come, sit! I hath already placed mine own order - I required some paint as well, and such must be retrieved from the back.

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[He takes a seat automatically, sitting ramrod-straight and glad Moogle craftsmanship can apparently accommodate his very heavy armor. Still, he sounds a little confused.]

Paint? Not to drink?

[He'll order himself the largest coffee they have, black.]

[raisethemoon]

[She laughs a little.]

Goodness, no. 'Tis for the Dream Eaters, to change the colors of their coats. Young Namine will paint them here for a small fee, but I prefer to do it myself.

[And her drink comes out - black as well - along with a small can of paint.] It doth help to distinguish them in battle, should many of us fight alongside each other.

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[Emile looks down at Spikes the Hebby Repp, seemingly startled, and then back at Luna.]

You can change their colors?

[Now that he might have to do.]

What do you think, Spikes? You want to match me some time?

[He bounces up excitedly.]

[raisethemoon]

'Twould be a fine color on him. 'Tis much easier when they art cooperative, anyhow.

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[Emile gives Spikes an Eyeball through his helmet, which is returned with an inquisitive twist of the head and a squak.]

Ain't sure about that yet, but he does seem to follow direction in battle. What color you lookin' for?

[raisethemoon]

'Tis only black. I intend to paint my owl to resemble a species from my homeland, but I hath enough white paint already. [There was an incident with the black. Don't ask.]

[spaceracist]

[Don't worry, he wouldn't know where to begin.]

Huh. Yeah, I'll check that out once I come up with a good design. [Spikes, hope you like Emile's idea of decoration.

His coffee arrives soon, though, and Emile settles back into his chair though he doesn't take off his helmet just yet.]

You get a drink already?

[raisethemoon]

I did.

[And here's her coffee. Black...LIKE HER NIGHT.] 'Tis my favorite modern beverage! Much better than the caffeinated substance in those cans.