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[spaceracist]

[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]

[Luna, for her part, is quite unmoved by the sight. She's known many soldiers in her days, and Equestria was not always the peaceful nation it is now.]

Yes, their coffee is quite good. As is their tea, I hear, but I hath never cared for it overmuch. 'Tis good, they are the only shop in the area to serve either.

[spaceracist]

[That's a good thing, as far as Emile is concerned. As if it weren't obvious by the skull-helmet, Emile liked to be intimidating to the enemy--but he's making an effort to be civil, which is easier when the other person doesn't display fear.

On the other hand, while the idea of a coffeeshop isn't new to him, the chance to actually use one is. There's not a lot of time to sit and shoot the breeze while drinking hot beverages to a Spartan.]

Good. And these guys--[he reaches down to give his Spirit a pat on the head]--they really don't need to drink or eat, except for the treat things?

[raisethemoon]

Neigh, though some will do their best to convince thee otherwise. Do not feed them real sugar. [Sip] Or coffee.

[spaceracist]

[Emile looks at Spikes consideringly. Spikes squaks. Emile nods.]

Think I see your point.

[Though he wonders how a pony can drink coffee.]

[raisethemoon]

[Ponies do whatever the hay they want.]

There are a goodly number of species, and we discover more every day. However, I hath not yet seen one without a certain...tendency towards hyperactivity. Their battle strategies do differ, though! [Ooooh, she likes talking strategy.]

[spaceracist]

Energy ain't bad in a battle, but control's more important. Harnessin' that kind of energy in battle's great--long as he don't trash the house at night, too.

[It is, after all, not his house that he's staying at. Rarity is nice like that.]

[raisethemoon]

I do not own a Pricklemane myself...though every cat I hath ever kept did tend towards such antics.

[spaceracist]

You hear that? No coffee.

[Spikes deflates visibly and complains in Spirit-speak.]

Fine. [Emile tosses him a little Confetti Candy and Spikes brightens back up as he munches it.]

Just the price to pay for having them, I guess.

[raisethemoon]

[She smiles at the display.]

They are good companions. Frequently my only ones - as ruler of the night, I keep a rather different schedule from most of my subjects.

[spaceracist]

Well, hell. I don't sleep too much myself. [Spartans are required to function on two hours of sleep every forty-eight, although Emile does honor Carter's standing order to sleep at least two hours out of twenty-four when they're not in imminent.]

So if you want some more company, look me up.

[raisethemoon]

That is kind of you! I shall certainly do so.

[spaceracist]

Any time.

[Part of it might be Emile's hunger for someone in authority to take orders from, even if Luna is a pony. But still, he's pretty sure Jorge would be proud of how good he's being with the civilians here.]

[raisethemoon]

[Maybe one of these days she'll tell him about the wars she's fought in. In ancient Equestria, there was little place for purely civilian leaders.]

[spaceracist]

[It would probably be a good thing, really. Maybe after he's a little more settled--for now this is as much convincing himself that this is really happening as much as anything else. Coffee with a pony?

But it seems to be working, so. He'll continue talking with Luna for as long as he can.]