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|Date of Scene=2015/04/28
|Location=Njorun Station - Deployment
|Synopsis=Misha made breakfast. People like breakfast, right?
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:757|Misha (757)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So about that breakfast.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As it so happens, Misha Arsellec Lune got out of bed in a state somewhere between listless, bored, and soul crushingly lonely, and that simply just will not do.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So who wants breakfast?"<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A simple question. Also a dangerous one in some circles, but Misha knows her way around the Union. She knows the terrible doors this could possibly open.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That's not going to stop her.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thusly, the Reyvateil has deposited herself in a little corner of the deployment zone, dark hair tied back in a pony-tail, it might be an odd sight; the small girl still in a pair of pink pajama jammies getting to work on preparing to make MASSIVE amounts of food. The aromatic smell of fresh coffee might already start cluing people in on just where to look.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Nothing wrong with offering breakfast for people to keep busy. Everyone enjoys a community friend meal after all.<br /><br />"Good morning dahlings~" Rarity already had one cup of coffee before leaving this morning so she's already pretty perky. "Smells lovely in here already."<br /><br />The smaller unicorn following her, on the other hoof, looks like she just go dragged out of bed. "Did you have to get me up so early for breakfast?" The irony of what Sweetie Belle is saying seems to be lost on the young pony.<br /><br />"Nonsense," Rarity replies. "It will do you some good to have a full proper breakfast instead of just milk and cereal like you do before school every morning."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A white-scaled wingless dragon ambles through the halls and gravitates toward the smell of coffee. He moves sluggishly, obviously not a morning person. Ryu soon finds a place to sit near where the Reyvateil is cooking, and sinks into the seat.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His head turns, and he regards Rarity with some groggy confusion. He's not really used to seeing unicorns, or any manner of talking pony, by the looks of the confusion in his golden eyes. He raises a hand and says, "Hey," nonetheless, not letting the oddity of it trip him up too much.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Fassad is not the type to approach anything without some degree of fanfare, or at least, some level of style. He stands tall, regally walking into the area. Though he can't have actual musical fanfare, or at least not so today? He's still focusing on some of his minor magical powers. He's glowing a little bit, with a subtle light that helps emphasize his good looks. As he smirks at the group present, there is a bit of a sparkling glimmer to his teeth, truly making him look dashing. His cape flows behind him in the wind. Or more accurately, in a very minor push of magic to make him look more dramatic. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As he spots the group, he bows. His right arm across the chest. His left, held out. All very proper. He speaks, his tone sweet as honey, but with a certain strength to it, "Ah, a pleasure to meet you all in person. I have introduced myself over the radio multiple times before, but let me introduce myself again. I am Prince Fassad, from the land of Arcadia. The legendary Hero of Light." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Yes, it's a near perfect image. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Except for the fact that he currently has a Shinki on his head. A blonde haired one that is currently wearing a very fancy custom made white dress. It's an Olbern model. She smiles and waves to the group as well, "Hello everyone! I am Lady Serafina Christina Sprite Ar-Arcadia the Third! It's a pleasure to meet you all as well!" <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The natural enemy of dragons, the Heroic Knight, is standing there before Ryu. He stares at Fassad during all of the dramatic display, the big introduction, and the shinki's presence. The dragon rumbles in blatant confusion.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It's just breakfast," he tells Fassad. "Come on, now. You don't see me doing that, it's too early for that shit."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryu is definitely not a morning person.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"While we have spoke multiple times on the radio, I do not believe we have met in person before." Rarity sweeps one foreleg in front of herself dramatically to return the bow with one of her own. "I am Rarity, holder of the Element of Generosity and one of the finest fashion designers in Equestria."<br /><br />Sweetie Belle looks at Fassad's fancy society display. Looks at her sister doing similar. Looks at Fassad again. Then Rarity again.<br /><br />Then flops facefirst to the floor with a tired groan. "I'm not awake enough to deal with -two- people like that..."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The kangaroo mutant heard the word breakfast and began her plan to slip out of medical and come get food. No more hospital food today. She's probably fine anyway, since all she did was take a ki-blast from a super saiyan in the back. But if you ask her she came out on top, because she did kick him face first into a bank of monitors and judo throw him into a wall. Still, a limp is visible and she has bandages around her torso.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yo I heard somebody say something about food." She says, as she steps inside. She's a bit surprised at the huge collection of vastly different people there. She's seen lots of mutants before, even in one place, but this is just nuts.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As the white dragon speaks to him, Fassad simply smiles. His smile is fairly disarming in general, though its effectiveness varies. He doesn't truly hope to get this dragon to like him. What matter more is that those with /class/ appreciate him. Still, he remains civil as he speaks to Ryu, his tone pleassant, "Ah, I apologize, but I do not quite understand what you mean. Perhaps it is simply the level of energy I have at this time of the morn? Or perhaps it is simply my regal demeanor? I apologize if I have offended you in some manner. It is not my intent to cause grief to such a noble dragon as yourself." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But, for Rarity? Well, Fassad kneels down, to get on her level. He holds a hand out, offering to take one of her hoofs. Should she allow him, he'll take it and place a kiss on it. It's not that he is romantically interested in a pony. Simply, this is how one must greet /any/ lady of any standing. Whether the kiss on the hoof is accepted or not, Fassad speaks, regal as usual, "Ah, a pleasure to meet you in person, lady Rarity. I have seen images of your work. Perhaps, at some time, I might ask you to create something for my own wardrobe. Truly, your work is on the scale where it is worthy of royalty." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; After that, he stands tall once again. He turns towards the kangaroo. This is another person whom he has not met. He gives Rebound a quick bow as well. He actually is unsure of who she is, but still, he might as well introduce himself and be polite to her. "Ah, greeting. I have already said hello to the others, but let me introduce myself. I am Prince Fassad of Arcadia. A pleasure to meet you, miss...?" <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:757|Misha (757)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At this point in her life, Misha isn't even fazed by the sight of unicorns, talking kangaroo mutants, and dragons sitting down for her cooking. Though the sound of new arrivals does get her glancing over her shoulder. "Moooorning."<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;First order of business, Ryu gets a massive mug of that coffee plonked on the table in front of him. "Coffee, iced tea, or juice?" She does ask the pony pair- though as the elder, she's leaving the decision of whether or not Sweetie gets coffee up to Rarity, as young fillies and caffiene can be a dangerous thing.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rolling up her sleeves, she's already in the process of whipping a very viscous red looking batter up. "Thaaaat's right, I said breakfast." She replies to Rebound as Fassad and his adorable tiny Plus One arrives with all the pomp, style, and grace fitting his noble station. It actually earns something of a chuckle. "Well, your majesty, have a seat, this'll be done in no time."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryu grunts at Fassad and waves off his words dismissively. Ryu doesn't dislike Fassad, he's just very bemused by someone being so... bright and shiny and happy and noble in the middle of the morning. He rumbles after that, looking toward Sweetie Belle with some sympathy, since they seem to share a similar state of mind right now: Groggy grumpiness.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm Ryu," he introduces to Fassad and, consequently, everyone else. "Dunno, maybe being a dragon makes me dislike nobility and knights. Maybe it's just my dirt-poor upbringing." He shrugs sluggishly.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He straightens and breathes a sigh, directing more attention to the coffee. Oh yeah, there we go. He grabs the coffee mug, cracks his jaws open and pours some coffee in his face. Gulp! The heat of it is disregarded, because he's a dragon and it'd need to be literal FIRE to hurt him. "That's the stuff," he says, now more happy about this arrangement.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Uh, Rebound is fine." She says, as she looks at the prince. She's not used to people being so..Formal. It's still kinda weird, "It's kinda what everybody winds up calling me now." She looks over towards Misha at the greeting, "So what's on the menu? Little bit of everything? I could really go for some strawberry pancakes if that's possible. I haven't had those in forever."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She could probably also go for some OJ but one step at a time. She's technically omnivorous still due to the nature of the mutation, but she occasionally leans towards fruits and vegetables more.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Sweetie Belle raises a hoof without actually getting up. "Juice is fine."<br /><br />"And I'll have some coffee, thank you." Rarity picks the foal up and dusts her off a bit before setting her back on her hooves. "You really shouldn't be playing on the floor in public Sweetie dear. Especially before eating."<br /><br />Sweetie Belle just yawns in response. It looks rather cute.. if a bit loud of a "YAAAAAWN" for such a small pony.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:757|Misha (757)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Biiit of everything." Misha confirms for Rebound. It smells like ham is already starting to sizzle, and that's about when she starts pouring the batter out as well. It's not long at all before Sweetie is provided with a glass of apple juice, and coffee for Rarity, slid across the table like some kind of pro bar tender as the Reyvateil starts flippin' pancakes, humming merrily to herself through the procces.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She actually begins to sing softly to herself while doing it, soft lyrical verses in Hymmnos- the language oddly not translating. Not to words anyway as music box chimes and melodic words seem to translate straight into a lazy and calm soothing feeling for anyone caring to listen.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then pancakes.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They are BRIGHT RED, drizzled in a a zig zag of creamy sugar glaze, dollops of freshly hand-whipped cream, and glazed strawberries for Rebound. Thare are sides of eggs, ham and sausage for the meat eaters, hash browns and oatmeal for the not-so-carnivorous. She really went all out, and starts plonking heaping platters down, followd by plates, utensils, starting up a free for all buffet.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thankfully there are no Saiyans present.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nevertheless, Misha is looking fairly smug as she plops down in a seat of her own, flashing a winner's grin.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Fassad takes a seat. And, reaching into a pouch on his belt, he pulls something else out. A tiny little chair, and a cloth. He sets the chair on the table. He holds a palm up for Serafina. She moves to sit on it, and he gently wipes at her feet a bit. He must make sure the table is sanitary, after all! And then, he sets her down at the chair. Soon after, he pulls out a small folding table made of wood from his bag as well, setting it in front of his Shinki. And, finally, a jelly can. A treat, specifically for Shinki. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As Misha asks what people want, Fassad speaks. His voice, still gentle, "Ah, lady Misha, if it would not be too much trouble, I believe I would enjoy a small cup of juice. I thank you for your kindness, of serving us breakfast this fine morning." Whether or not he noticed the chuckle is hard to tell. Most likely, he's just brushing it off. He doesn't care how people judge him. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He turns towards Ryu, smiling. "Ahh, being of a lower class is nothing to be ashamed of! Why, just by being a dragon, you can often be considered high class in many places. Perhaps, if you are interested, we could get you some etiquette lessons? Truly, it opens many doors in life." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But, he smiles at the group, looking at them all. Why, so many of them seem so sleepy. He, for one, blames the dependence on coffee. It's basically dirty water, after all. But then, his head turns toward the pancakes. He finds himself having to hold in his drool. It's not a hard feat, especially for such a noble knight. But, it still speaks to the food's quality, in his opinion. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryu looks at Fassad for a while at the etiquette lesson suggestion. As a creature who has difficulty with sarcasm or comedy, he takes it seriously, by the looks of things. "Maybe," he replies, "Know any good teachers?" He gulps down another mouthful of coffee after he says this. Seems like he's amicable to the idea. "I don't really /want/ to be nobility," he adds, "But I'm starting to think I'm not going to have a choice in the matter, at this rate."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ryu grabs enough food for a dragon, which includes everything in front of them for the most part. He's not picky, apparently needing more that just meat. He nods at Misha in appreciation before he stuffs some ham into his mouth with his claws, after he's dished up his own food.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"They do offer classes for social behavoirs." Rarity peers up at Ryu for a moment. Rubs her chin with a forehoof. "Though I don't know if they have dragon specific ones. Some notion about eating people or such." She waves it off dismissively. "Not all dragons are like that. Just the grumpy ones." She holds out a forleg to catch the glasses, and slides the juice over to Sweetie Belle.<br /><br />But it's the big of singing that gets Sweetie Belle to perk up finally. She tilts her head to the side, even though the words don't come up as anything making sense, her tail flicking back and forth a few times to match the rhythm.<br /><br />And then food! Ever see someone use magic to eat dantily? Because that's exactly what Rarity does. "Mmmm. Wonderful." Followed by the sigh she lets out as Sweetie Belle digs in like, well, a kid.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hey I did fine in life without etiquette lessons." Rebound says, "But I'm not gonna tell you not to take them if you want them. I mean who am I to judge?" Although she will judge those pancakes to be delicious, even just going off smells alone. Once she gets her share of the pancakes in front of her, she grabs a fork and spears the pancake with gusto, taking the whole thing and folding it over so she can fit the entire pancake into her mouth. Which is probably closer to Sweetie than Rarity.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yup, no need for etiquette classes here. At least she's chewing with her mouth closed.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:757|Misha (757)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fassad is juiced in short order; the choice is between apple or orange juice and once he says which, that's what he gets. Arms stretch overhead and Misha's spine pops in the process of a lazy stretch while still humming briefly. Actually she's still humming even as she starts to serve herself.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There is still plenty to go around for seconds- or even thirds later, but for now she seems done with the process of actually cooking, drizzling syrup on her own pancakes and twirling a fork in her fingers. "It's... Been a while since I've cooked for anyone other than just myself, huh." Murmured now that she seems to be thinking about it.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Fassad very politely takes a modest amount of pancakes. As a noble hero, he must not look overly eager, or act hastily. And so, he just takes a small amount to start. Not little enough to offend, but not enough to seem greedy. As he starts cutting into his food, he is /very/ polite about doing so. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He smiles at Rebound and Ryu. He, of course, does not speak with food in his mouth as he starts to talk again, "Well, etiquette is not necessary, but quite simply, it helps open doors. Knowing how best to act around others will make them feel more comfortable. I suggest at least minor lessons. I can look into books on Etiquette for Dragons. I am sure such a thing exists." He looks up, thinking vacantly for a second before continuing to eat. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Fassad sips at his orange juice. He doesn't drink it fast. He's used to worlds where such a thing are a /luxury/. Sure, he is rich, but still. It's a treat, and he knows it. But, he smiles at Misha, "I believe I read the report... You've been away for quite some time, haven't you? It must have been lonely. I am simply glad that you are back, amongst your friends and allies again. What were you doing during your absence, if I might ask?" Even though Misha looks particularly young, he's still being as polite as he can. He's the sort who treats most everyone as equals. Unless they're Confedrates. But, after a second, Fassad adds a minor comment, "Though, I must say? Your cooking is divine. Should you ever wish to make a meal for me again, I would be more than honored to recieve it." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As for Serafina, she's started sucking on the jellycan a bit, happily. She waited for everyone else to begin before she started. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Seconded," Rarity manages between bites. "That's so wordy of praise I have nothing else to add to it." And Sweetie Belle is too busy chowing down to say anything. Though she's less worried about being rude for talking while eating, and more what Rarity would do if she was rude. "And so nice of you to consider the diets of both vegetarians and meat eaters."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:757|Misha (757)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite the wordy or simply seconded not-so-wordy praise, Misha takes it in stride, rather than letting it get to her head and puffing up her ego. She's good at cooking. She knows it. She accepts it without overblowing the fact, so Fassade, Rarity, and even Sweetie- though busy with nomming- get a fairly simple smile out of the Reyvateil at first.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A sip at her own coffee, and then her lips purse. "A little over a year." She admits. "I guess I just started feeling stir crazy and needed to get up, get around, and clear my head, and share my singing with the world again. It wasn't so bad at first, I had Lyner with me, but we sort of got separated."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a mouthful of bacon, the 'roo gives a thumbs up as she chews and swallows it down, "Ah, yeah. This is amazing. I've been living off leftover rations and whatever I can scrounge up for months, this is better than I deserve at this point." She isn't going to pass up on a chance to keep eating the best food she's had in a long time, though.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She does take a moment between bites to look over at Sweetie Bell and Rarity, "So you two are sisters, huh? I never had any siblings growing up, I bet it's kinda cool to have somebody to hang out with all the time."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Fassad smiles, and speaks, "Ah, yes, the consideration for various diets is important as well. That is one of the true signs of a good chef. Your emotions and care for others are expressed through your cooking." But, he pauses a bit, considering. The cooking isn't the only way she expressed herself, was it? And so, still smiling, he asks, rather casually and calmly, "Well, if I might ask... I know very little about you. I'd like to learn more. But, might I ask this first. Where did you learn to sing? Your voice is indeed quite lovely. And my, you're so skilled at singing and cooking, and at such a young age! You must have had quite the upbringing, or perhaps quite a bit of natural talent. Or both!" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But then, Rebound comments on sisters. Fassad pauses. Frowning, just for a fraction of a second. His smile returns, and he speaks again, "Well, yes, it's lovely to see two siblings getting along so well. I am unlike my own siblings in many ways. I have a sister and a brother, and I have not met either in years." He /wants/ to say something bad about one of his siblings, but he can't bring himself to. it wouldn't be proper. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"That is correct." Rarity put a foreleg around Sweetie Belle's shoulders to hug the smaller unicorn to her side. "We don't always get along but that is normal for families is it not?"<br /><br />"Rarity! Don't get sappy while I'm trying to eat."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:757|Misha (757)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;First and foremost there is something Misha needs to lay out on the table other than the food. It's an awkward little moment when Fassad comments on how young she looks, earning something of a fidget, before the Star Singer clears her throat.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm twenty-five."<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That just kind of hangs in the air for a moment before she decides to swing along with the rest of the conversation. "Well I know not everyone eats meat, so I figured more options would be a good idea. It would kind of suck to make breakfast and have people sit at the table going hungry." She notes before musing, "Hm. I never had any brothers or sisters of my own. Harm kind of came close to being a brother, but that was different." Idly added as she paused long enough to nibble at her pancakes.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Singing is... Just kind of what I do. Reyvateils were made to sing and share their feelings with the world- I'm not exactly much different from the norm, there. Just like any other girl, I was prettymuch doing it as soon as I could."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Well you look as lovely as your cooking tastes dahling." She should watch her figure, but the breakfast is just too good for Rarity to turn down another helping of it. She'll be going all day without having to worry about heating again at this rate.<br /><br />"And your voice is too!" Then Sweetie Belle pauses, looking confused. "Wait, did I say that right? Not sure if I meant as lovely as your cooking or your looks..."<br /><br />Rarity rolls her eyes. "Either works, dear, either works."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Fassad pauses. As the awkward silence hangs in the air, he forces a smile. He looks at Misha, calmly. It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts. He's from a world with magic, but he also knows that magical curses aren't the only way a girl might be stuck in such a body. It could be natural. He doesn't really want to offend her, but he does want to address this a bit. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "...Would it offend you if I asked about your condition?" His voice is earnest. He really does care about his allies. Despite being a fake prince, despite going into adventuring for fame and glory? He really does care about people. But, he is also ready to drop this at the slightest hint of further discomfort. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But, as the comment on the Reyvateils comes out, Fassad smiles. Well, that's at least something to ask on, "...Well. If I might ask, what exactly is a Reyvateil? ...Though, even if your voice is something you are born with, you should still be quite proud of it. It really is lovely." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He goes back to eating pancakes as she answers. He looks at Rarity and Sweetie Bell, though. They /are/ adorable siblings. He's a bit jealous that siblings could get along so well. He ponders pretedning that he gets along with his siblings, buuuuut. He doesn't want to add more lies to his story, at this point. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:757|Misha (757)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well her age would explain the attempts are more mature style and dress- when not in her sleep-jammies. "It's kind of complicated." Misha replies, though she's settled back and doesn't seem -offended-, she does rub the back of her neck. "-And Lyner's fault. But a lot of things are, so I forgave him for it."<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She does puff up at least thanks to Rarity's compliments. She does know the prim and proper pony is one of the more serious fashionistas of the Union around, and that does earn something of a glowing little grin. But it's Sweetie Belle that really gets her beaming.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well that's also a little complicated too, I guess. Reyvateils are, literally, made for singing. It's how we connect to the tower we live on, activate its functions, and get Song Magic. ... I know that sounds super mechanical but it's really not, I mean; what's a song without the emotions put into it, right?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Rarity just gets a bit of a coy look. "Dahling, we come from Equestria. You don't have to explain to us the magic and emotion of singing." There's potentially a musical number right around any corner. "... Even some of the villians get into it on occasion." Grunt. "Not that they're very good at it."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still eating food relentlessly, Rebound seems like she hasn't had a good meal in a while. Eventually all the talk about singing and magic kinda makes her wonder, "Why are so many worlds like that, though? Where singing is magical and in some cases can even be used as weapons...I mean even my world has...I dunno, myths about singing being used as magic."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She rubs her muzzle with a napkin to clean herself up a bit, "I'm just glad that singing isn't what I need to do to have abilities, otherwise I'd be screwed. I did kareoke once and almost got booed out of the building. Paparazzi had a field day with that one."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Fassad leans forward a bit. It's not the most proper mannered thing to do, to support oneself via elbows on table. But, he has learned that there are times where etiquette must be tossed aside. and, this is a rather /mild/ one. He wonders for a second. Lyner is her friend that she mentioned earlier. Perhaps boyfriend? He doesn't ponder on that all too much, but still. This means that the condition could be reversed. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well. If you need any help with regaining your prior form, I would be more than happy to aid you. I've heard... /rumors/ of magical artifacts in my land that might help people regain their true form. But, they are simply legends. I might need it myself, until I can clear a certain evil from my world, but... Maybe if I /do/ find it, and finish my quest, I could attempt to use it for your benefit afterwards. ...or, if you know of any way to regain your true form, I would offer whatever aid I can." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He leans back after that, smiling. Song magic. Ah. He doesn't really get what she means by 'literally made for singing'. It's beyond his understanding, at least at the moment. But, Song Magic is something he hasn't learned, but he is fond of. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "...Ahh, magic through song. It's really poetic. Such exists in my world, but I have not learned how to do such yet. ...Might you give us a demonstration of using the song for magic?" <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:757|Misha (757)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A sagely nod, and it looks like the pony pair already get it. Though Misha does let a small chuckle slide. "Well... That's just kind of the way it is, where I'm from. I can't say much for other worlds, but. Well it's... A passionate way of expressing your feelings." There's something of a wistful sigh there, but then she drums her fingers on the table in more thought.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Though most Reyvateils can't really keep it up if they get distracted, it's not too effective if we're too busy doing ten million other things." Of course Fassad's offer does get her glancing up from her meal. "Mm. You can keep your artifact if you need it. In my case it's more of something I need to find for myself. ... But I'd probably need the help getting it back and-" And she jumps on the change of topic asking for a demonstration. "Eheh. I can do that, yeah. And I think I know just what to do, too."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Fassad leans back in his chair, smiling. "Well, should you need help, I will be ready whenever. Simply let me know. But, for now, since I have finished my meal, and since you are willing to make a performance... I shall simply enjoy your beautiful voice." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He smiles. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Rarity magics a napkin to wipe off her mouth once she's finished eating. "No worries dahling. I'm sure when the time and place comes you will have no shortage of people here willing to help you in whatever it requires."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:757|Misha (757)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well, whatever that's all about, fixing Misha's issue is something to deal with in the future. Because right now she pushes her seat out from the table and stands. Already gathering her own plate, she starts humming again, those lyrical words flowing in soft verses before...<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a ~POP~ A small, almost cartoonish, racoon appears from nowhere on the table. A few slow blinks and the odd critter snaps a tiny salute before it starts drawing in a breath. A big breath. A huge gulp of air-- it's -vacuuming- the table up. Any plate that's empty and in need of cleaning goes flying right into tit's mouth, until the thing gets super full, floating like an inflated fuzzy balloon.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then it swallows and pops back out of existence.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dishes are done.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well that was weird." Rebound says, as she looks at the Raccoon as it does it's cleaning job. She sits back to make sure she doesn't get sucked up by accident or something. Weirder things have happened!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So I guess that makes chores a snap. Maybe I should get one of those to clean up my dingy old abandoned subway station." She says, with a little laugh.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:136|Rarity (136)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>.. Okay, the -appearance- of the 'spell' was a little odd. But looks can be deceiving and it certainly gets the job done, getting a round of hoof-clapping from both Rarity and Sweetie Belle. "That was... different, but clearly quiet effective."<br /><br />Then Sweetie Belle uuuhs. "Wait, if it sucked the dishes up, don't they--mmff?!"<br /><br />Rarity quickly puts her hoof over Sweetie Belle's mouth. "Ehehehe. Don't mind her... let's not consider that after -just- eating."<br> <br>


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