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;; hiatus notice
sorry my friends, but I’m gonna be without internet for the rest of the month, or if I can get online, it certainly can’t be with eight (!!!) muses in tow. Therefore, I’m bumping my semi to a full and will probably see you all in a month or so, cheers.
Foalsitting 101 [Mini Event - Regressed]
— [ ♛ ] — So that’s it, then. She really is Princess Celestia in a tiny body. Oh, this is going to be quite interesting! She cannot help but allow a glimmer of a smirk besmirch her features. She would not kill Celestia; not a single hair will be harmed. Oh no, she would squeeze information out of the filly and hit her adult self hard when the moment presents itself.
❝Well, we changelings aren’t regarded too well by, well, anything else, to be honest, ohoho, so we keep to ourselves.❞ A twinge of sadness rests in her echoing voice, but the queen masks it in nonchalance. ❝But this conversation can easily change all that, can’t it? You can understand what it is really like to know a changeling.❞
It would be nice if she stopped asking questions so quickly.
❝Yes, I can fly. My wings are powered by magic, like yours I presume? My subjects are not here. Instead, they are probably sleeping their days away in my hive. Waiting for me. You know. And I am not of Equestria. I do not understand why everyone presumes this. I have seen so much of our world, yet it is always Equestria they speak of. I wonder why.❞
“Oh, that’s sad. I’m so sorry.” She frowned a bit, the notion sounding an awful one to her. Maybe she’d make a note to include them when she got back to Equestria. Besides, nopony should be left out, right? “But it definitely can! I can talk to the rest of the royals across Equestria and include your kingdom as well!”
The filly paused, tilting her head and nodding to the words the other spoke. She’d make mental notes to write down the things she’d learn from the queen. “There is not much known about the parts beyond Equestria as of right now. I suppose everypony just assumes anything resembling ponies must be from Equestria. I’m sorry I assumed too. That was foolish of me.” Her ears dropped backwards, feeling just a little stupid in front of a queen.
— [ ♛ ] — ❝You are such a good child, little princess! Your family must be very proud to have a mannerly filly like yourself.❞ She croons, resting her head upon her forelimbs. Heavy lashes bat with such innocence in mind. This trickery comes too easily, in part because she intends no lasting harm -- to this Celestia.
❝I see! Oh, little filly, I'm not mad. I suppose I just know more about these things since I'm a changeling. We tend to observe the lands outside our hives, you see. You ponies should learn a thing or two about us.❞
Foalsitting 101 [Mini Event - Regressed]
— [ ♛ ] — A filly. A little, tiny, adorable filly. Wow, okay.
It takes her a few moments to register the idea that this is Celestia. Not once has she been subjected to the whims of the city, for no event has been touched by her hooves. She still isn’t entirely sure that she is looking at the regressed image of her nemesis, yet doesn’t feel the need to tell any truths. She is a villain, after all.
❝Never seen a changeling before? Oh, how sad! It is your lucky day, little filly, for I am the queen of the changelings!❞ A foreleg is stretched in a grandiose fashion before it firmly pounds against the ground. Her body, lithe and chitinous as it is then proceeds to sink into a laying position. There is no threat from the little filly as long as the queen feigns innocence, that is. ❝I am sure you have many questions. Go on. Ask away!❞
Celestia stopped in front of the other as she speaks, looking up at her. “A queen? That is amazing! My sister and I had recently been crowned Princesses of Equestria before I somehow arrived here. I’ve met the royalty of the different pony races but never a changeling queen.”
As the larger mare sat herself, the pink haired filly wandered once more around her and stopped in front again, lifting a foreleg and spreading her wings. “I never thought I’d be able to ask questions, I don’t have any lined up. I knew I should have made up a set of questions in case it ever happened. I am going to do that as soon as I get home. But, well, your wings are so different, they look so fragile. Can you really fly like I can? Where are your subjects, if you are a queen? Are there any other changelings here? What part of Equestria are you from?” She smiled brightly, but stopped her rapid fire questioning since she felt like she’d been asking too much.
— [ ♛ ] — So that's it, then. She really is Princess Celestia in a tiny body. Oh, this is going to be quite interesting! She cannot help but allow a glimmer of a smirk besmirch her features. She would not kill Celestia; not a single hair will be harmed. Oh no, she would squeeze information out of the filly and hit her adult self hard when the moment presents itself.
❝Well, we changelings aren't regarded too well by, well, anything else, to be honest, ohoho, so we keep to ourselves.❞ A twinge of sadness rests in her echoing voice, but the queen masks it in nonchalance. ❝But this conversation can easily change all that, can't it? You can understand what it is really like to know a changeling.❞
It would be nice if she stopped asking questions so quickly.
❝Yes, I can fly. My wings are powered by magic, like yours I presume? My subjects are not here. Instead, they are probably sleeping their days away in my hive. Waiting for me. You know. And I am not of Equestria. I do not understand why everyone presumes this. I have seen so much of our world, yet it is always Equestria they speak of. I wonder why.❞
Foalsitting 101 [Mini Event - Regressed]
@deceptility
Trotting up to the Changeling Queen, the small Alicorn jumped in place, her hooves clicking against the pavement before she began circling her in curiosity. It was plain from the cutie mark on her flank that this was none other than Celestia, though her personality and body had been regressed and she was clearly excited about something.
“Oh my gosh! Are you a changeling? I’ve never actually seen one before, I’ve only read about them in books. I cannot believe I am really meeting one. And you are so tall! I can’t wait to tell Star Swirl and Luna!”
— [ ♛ ] — A filly. A little, tiny, adorable filly. Wow, okay.
It takes her a few moments to register the idea that this is Celestia. Not once has she been subjected to the whims of the city, for no event has been touched by her hooves. She still isn't entirely sure that she is looking at the regressed image of her nemesis, yet doesn't feel the need to tell any truths. She is a villain, after all.
❝Never seen a changeling before? Oh, how sad! It is your lucky day, little filly, for I am the queen of the changelings!❞ A foreleg is stretched in a grandiose fashion before it firmly pounds against the ground. Her body, lithe and chitinous as it is then proceeds to sink into a laying position. There is no threat from the little filly as long as the queen feigns innocence, that is. ❝I am sure you have many questions. Go on. Ask away!❞
haah whoops. big apologies to those waiting on queen swiss cheese, first of all. I'm placing a temporary lift on her hiatus and forcing myself to be more productive for the event;; that being said, I still have a lot on my plate so I'll probably place a heavy focus on any event threads I do. Nonevent threads will be placed on hold until event threads ( across seven-eight muses! ) will be finished. I will try, however, to prioritise her after the event. Thanks and sorry that I am an ass.
Queen Chrysalis in The Cutie Re-Mark, Pt. 2 (1/2)
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— [ ♛ ] — An unfortunately familiar voice, heard only hours before her arrival in Hive City, rings in her ears. While there may be a little lump in her throat, though she loathes to admit it, the queen is more annoyed than anything else. She raises her head and snorts, evidently displeased by all of this.
❝Oh, please, Twilight Sparkle. Can’t you see that I’m reading right now?❞ A hoof rests under her chin, cold eyes giving the pony a scathing look. ❝Isn’t that your thing, anyway? Books? I figured you’d be overjoyed at the sight of me reading instead of, you know, burning and pillaging the Hive. I suppose not!❞
Though she is honest about her not yet intending trouble, Chrysalis finds it natural to goad the youngest alicorn without a second thought. Embittered by her humiliating defeat ( even if Twilight Sparkle hardly delivered the final blow ), the queen enjoys seeing feathers ruffled. Both figuratively and literally, the alicorn seems to squirm in self defence.
❝Now, be a dear, Twilight, and make yourself useful. You do work here, don’t you?❞
Wings folded themselves up and the pony went back to standing normally as she stated she was only there to read. How could she have known, honestly? She never did know what had happened to her or if she wanted some kind of revenge. Either way, seeing her there in the city was startling to say the least.
“That’s…my thing, yes. And that’s certainly a better alternative, yes, but excuse me for being startled at your sudden appearance. Just so you know, both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna are here, along with many of my friends. Plus, I’m an alicorn now and a much higher rank in this place than you are. So just…don’t think you can get up to anything funny. I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”
Twilight snorted then begrudgingly nodded. She never thought the day would come when she’d have to bow down in retail servitude to an old enemy. It was strange at least. “I own this place, so technically yes, I do also work at it. What can I help you with?” She held an annoyed expression, talking through her teeth in an attempt to hold her tongue.
— [ ♛ ] — Twilight's actions are not just anticipated, but welcome as well. Life in the city so far has been somewhat boring when nearly everyone met is polite. Sure, there is that one human who admittedly acted understandably, as well as that awful robotic female, but besides those people, there's been no real danger. Honestly, she's already kind of bored of the place.
❝Oh, no. Woe is me! Now that the great Twilight Sparkle and all her magical friends are here, I'm doomed! Doomed!❞
❝Honestly, Twilight. Just what did you expect? Me to be scared? Intimidated? I know how to play games, too, little alicorn. When was the last time you've seen your precious princesses, anyway? Are you sure that it was really them that you talked to?❞
Oh, she's forgotten how fun this is! And Twilight runs this little place, too? Oh, the day keeps getting better and better! ❝Find me the best book you have that's about humans! Go on, Twilight. It shouldn't be too hard for you.❞
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— [ ♛ ] — ❝You there.❞ Despite the words themselves carrying a blunt undertone, she speaks almost as if she would if she were to say ‘excuse me’ instead. Dealing with non-changelings isn’t her forte, as the lack of a honeyed tongue is an example of that. ❝Have you seen any other changelings? Like me? This city is so full of humans, I wonder if any of my kind are even here?❞
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There was rarely a moment which can manage to make Derek pause in any meaningful way. And at first he was about to answer the question he heard, the moment he turned around, it was just so shocking to see what was standing in front of him.
“What the bloody hell happened to you? Did someone leave you in a chamber where Akuma Drones took pot shots ventilating your body? And actually, what the hell are you? Some sort of genetic experiment gone horribly awry?”
— [ ♛ ] — Initially, she is annoyed to say the least. To not have one's question answered is always an issue, and to the queen, that is unacceptable. Yet, in a sense he answered her with his surprise. While chastisement is practically a requirement on her part, she shrugs off his insolence for now. The human is unfortunately behaving in a somewhat understandable manner. Sigh.
❝Akuma Drones? Genetic experiment? Why, I haven't a clue what you speak of!❞ She has ideas, of course, but no concrete assurance that she understands. ❝I am, as previously mentioned, a Changeling. These holes I possess are a side effect of ill thought out shape shifting attempts from my youth. You see, our bodies can be quite brittle if we transform into something incompatible.❞
@deceptility
Discord had always had a bit of a soft spot for changelings. Their ability to shapeshift and tendency to stir up trouble made them like little mobile bundles of chaos. Certainly not at the same caliber as the Master of Chaos himself though, but it was endearing either way. Which made spotting the Queen of the Changelings herself quite conflicting. If anything she was technically now his enemy, and Discord supposed he should try and stop her.
Why did friendship have to make everything so difficult?
With a resigned sigh the draconequus floated to a stop above the changeling, at which point a complete grin spread across his face as he pulled out a fishing rod. With a few well-placed knots Discord attached his bait onto the end of the line, and then, with a mighty heave, cast it out towards the queen.
A moment later a red heart plush plopped onto the ground in front of the changeling.
Settling down on a nearby roof the draconequus watched and waited, all the while stifling laughter as he bobbed the rod up and down. Who knew defending Equestria could be so much fun?
Though as hard as he tried, Discord could not quite remember exactly how much pepper he had coated the plush with.
Oh well.
— [ ♛ ] — Chrysalis hasn't been in the know as far as Equestria's denizens are concerned. As of late, she's developed a stronger knowledge, being the would be queen of Equestria that she is. Of course she's been aware of Discord, both in legend and as a recent threat. With his love for chaos, the draconequus could make for an interesting ally, even if his interests may conflict with Chrysalis.
She doesn't think of the prospect that Discord may also be here. The changeling has not quite grasped what is natural and what isn't in Hive City. She does not yet realize the reach the scientists have in her own world.
When her round eyes take notice of the plush, it certainly isn't Discord that she thinks about. It isn't anypony that she thinks about. Just some stupid, incredibly conspicuous object that enjoys taunting her with its very existence.
❝Oh, blast it.❞ Despite her best efforts to ignore the curious, yet useless object, the stupid thing wiggles as if on a lure. Perhaps it would be best to destroy it or keep it, lest it mocks her forever.
Long neck sticks itself forward, offering a dainty sniff which is immediately sabotaged by a particularly common, yet potent spice. The name escapes her noggin at the moment, understandable, because it has caused a great sneeze to erupt from her.
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— [ ♛ ] — ❝Oh dear…❞ For better or for worse, Chrysalis possesses a soft spot for children. While she is not one who can handle the responsibility of raising a foal well, the queen finds young ones in general to bear innocence. Oh, sure, she was not particularly kind to the fillies and colts during the Canterlot invasion, but that was different. ❝You must be a mature little colt if you’re out this late.❞
Conan’s eyes widened in slight shock, another talking pony? Their shape was a little different though, and they had holes in their legs. That was an odd appearance.”Hello,” Conan said politely however and he bowed his head slightly. “Yeah, I am,” Conan said with a sheepish grin. “It’ s a pleasure to meet you by the way, my name is Conan Edogawa.”
— [ ♛ ] — ❝My, my! Aren't we a polite little colt! It would be a shame if something bad happened to a child like you.❞
While none of the souls that she's met possessed particularly mean bones in their bodies, the sight of a child bowing politely to her brings about a sense of pride and nostalgia. Though perhaps a bit wickedly, yet in general quite pleased, the queen smiles and nods.
❝I am Queen Chrysalis, my dear!❞
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— [ ♛ ] — ❝Snowed in? I can’t believe this!❞ Oh, how unfortunate it is that she’s wasted all three of her teleportation uses already. How foolish she was to be so lazy! And curse her conscience for hoping that her accidental companion can make it out as well. Tsk, tsk, one day her philanthropy is going to land her in trouble. ❝You! Do you have any idea how we can ever hope to escape?❞
Shyarly leaned back against the wall of the lodge, ducking her head so that it didn’t hit the ceiling. That strange horse creature was probably large enough for her to ride on, but the possibility of using them as a means to escape went out the window when they started speaking. Sadly they were both too tall to take that thought literally and actually escape though the window.
“Fortunately, snow is hardly a permanent fixture in this city. Give it time and the sun will take it’s course. You can try plowing us out with your… er, hooves. But I’d rather not touch the stuff. Is there such a rush to leave dear?”
— [ ♛ ] — In her panic, the changeling has not quite thought much about possible solutions to their problem. While the lodge isn't particularly confined, it doesn't make for a happy location. And snow is furthermore somewhat of an unfamiliar experience. It certainly seems to have some hold on her, though perhaps it is just her carapace being unable to handle freezing temperatures well.
❝Wait it out? Why– I suppose that does make sense. I'd rather not touch it with my hooves, either. I do not get along well with the cold.❞ Why the rush? Her ears flick back in a brief moment of annoyance. She is, in truth unaccustomed to situations like this. ❝I just have places to be. Things to do. I have no idea how long this could last.❞
eww, my internet has been really gross ever since I moved. while I can do most of my threads just fine, putting in icons is such a hassle so idk I might just not use them for this muse too. Or only sometimes use them. Idk lmao
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— [ ♛ ] — Books are a source of enjoyment to the queen. It may not seem the case for one with a lavish lifestyle, but as someone who intends to gain the upper hoof at all times, it isn’t that much of a surprise. She doesn’t understand this city well, but already prefers her personal method of retrieving information over questioning random humans. Well, bullying humans doesn’t seem too bad, but she doesn’t want to risk sticking her horn into someone who’s strength eclipses her own.
The location she chooses on is more close to home than the rest of the city. While trees are not particularly common in her barren kingdom, they are certainly more natural than these strange metal buildings that poke into the sky. Perhaps most importantly, the building possesses one of those sliding doors, the very image of them parting before her making her feel like the queen she is.
She sticks her nose into the book she chose, carefully flipping the pages all the while. The queen sits down, reading, with little regard of the other patrons moving around her. She’s a queen, why does she have to move!? In fact, she doesn’t even notice them, but what she does notice comes in the form of a pair of eyes on the back of her head.
❝What…?❞ Without looking up, or even moving an inch, she snarls.
Heading in to work for the day, she expected everything to go as smooth and uneventful as it had been lately. She’d ended up getting sort of used to this repetitive day in and day out of work and home. Still, she missed her true home, of course. But nothing had happened so far that she’d be cautious of going to her own store. She’d let her guard down a bit as she’d not found any resistance to fight here thus far.
As she finished breakfast she went to work, immediately putting a few new books she’d found on the shelves. Though, as she was picking up a book, she saw somepony scarily familiar and it dropped to the floor from her mouth. Now this was a shock that sent her heart beating faster. Out of all the ponies that could have been brought here, now the villains she’d faced were arriving? Hopefully this was just one instance and no one else was here.
“Oh dear Celestia, what are you doing here? You better not be up to trouble. I will stop you if I have to.” She spread her wings slightly, putting her forelegs forward and leaning down on them as if she was defending herself. Okay, she was startled by this new arrival, and she’d admit she had her guard down but she couldn’t let that happen again. She was ready, just in case.
— [ ♛ ] — An unfortunately familiar voice, heard only hours before her arrival in Hive City, rings in her ears. While there may be a little lump in her throat, though she loathes to admit it, the queen is more annoyed than anything else. She raises her head and snorts, evidently displeased by all of this.
❝Oh, please, Twilight Sparkle. Can't you see that I'm reading right now?❞ A hoof rests under her chin, cold eyes giving the pony a scathing look. ❝Isn't that your thing, anyway? Books? I figured you'd be overjoyed at the sight of me reading instead of, you know, burning and pillaging the Hive. I suppose not!❞
Though she is honest about her not yet intending trouble, Chrysalis finds it natural to goad the youngest alicorn without a second thought. Embittered by her humiliating defeat ( even if Twilight Sparkle hardly delivered the final blow ), the queen enjoys seeing feathers ruffled. Both figuratively and literally, the alicorn seems to squirm in self defence.
❝Now, be a dear, Twilight, and make yourself useful. You do work here, don't you?❞
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— [ ♛ ] — ❝Snowed in? I can't believe this!❞ Oh, how unfortunate it is that she's wasted all three of her teleportation uses already. How foolish she was to be so lazy! And curse her conscience for hoping that her accidental companion can make it out as well. Tsk, tsk, one day her philanthropy is going to land her in trouble. ❝You! Do you have any idea how we can ever hope to escape?❞
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— [ ♛ ] — ❝You there.❞ Despite the words themselves carrying a blunt undertone, she speaks almost as if she would if she were to say 'excuse me' instead. Dealing with non-changelings isn't her forte, as the lack of a honeyed tongue is an example of that. ❝Have you seen any other changelings? Like me? This city is so full of humans, I wonder if any of my kind are even here?❞
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— [ ♛ ] — ❝Oh dear…❞ For better or for worse, Chrysalis possesses a soft spot for children. While she is not one who can handle the responsibility of raising a foal well, the queen finds young ones in general to bear innocence. Oh, sure, she was not particularly kind to the fillies and colts during the Canterlot invasion, but that was different. ❝You must be a mature little colt if you're out this late.❞
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@burnsidebat
— [ ♛ ] — As to be expected, she is not familiar with human holiday traditions. As it is, she is hardly familiar with pony holiday traditions. Hearth's Warming is merely some novelty to her kind. An excuse for fun and gifts without any of the sentiments involved. Of course she doesn't celebrate that, and Christmas isn't high on her list of interests, either.
She admits the trees are nice and the lights pretty, but what use is there on wasting money on silly trinkets and baubles? As someone who's subjects lie in poverty, she possesses a cold heart set on practicality. Admittedly, Chrysalis is a little hypocritical, certainly, what with the royal treasures her family has sunk their teeth in for millennia. But, those are antiques! It isn't as if she's wasting bags of bits on a daily basis!
So she's allowed her harlequin eyes to gaze upon a work of decoration in progress. The citizens, too full of Christmas cheer seem blissfully unaware of her presence. Somewhat offended, the queen snorts, starts to get back on her way, and…
❝Augh! What is the meaning of this?❞ All it took was one distraction to lead her astray. In seconds, her horn tangles itself in a carelessly set aside string of lights. Great, just great.
