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itsjustcambot2011-11-13 12:09 am
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Night 1
WHAT SORT OF... [Luna flinches as her "traditional Canterlot voice" (or what's left of it here) bounces back at her. Curse the acoustics of this place!]
[She tries again.] What sort of trickery is this? We have done our penance. Nightmare Moon is no more. We have reconciled with our sister. We are loved once more by our subjects! WE DEMAN-... [Ow, the ears. She’ll remember this eventually.]
We demand to know who is responsible for trapping us among the stars once again! [Luna stomps a hoof for emphasis. When there is no immediate answer, she sits down and pouts a little.]
[She tries again.] What sort of trickery is this? We have done our penance. Nightmare Moon is no more. We have reconciled with our sister. We are loved once more by our subjects! WE DEMAN-... [Ow, the ears. She’ll remember this eventually.]
We demand to know who is responsible for trapping us among the stars once again! [Luna stomps a hoof for emphasis. When there is no immediate answer, she sits down and pouts a little.]
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...It may require some digging.
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