Random rants

Untitled Part 97

"My Queen?" This time it was Cloak who tilted his head in confusion.

"Okay, maybe some more research needs to be done to see if this is even viable. Or, for that matter, for you to understand what I'm going for. In fact, why don't you go out and find a party planning pony and covertly observe them for a while until you have an idea of what I'm trying to go for here. Just don't spend more than a year doing so."

"Yes, my Queen!" Cloak and Dagger responded, happy that they were at least going to be given a chance to study what a party planning pony even was before starting whatever their main mission actually turned out to be.

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As the three left the Intelligence room, Queen Whatevra Wa'Nabe went back to perusing the various reports. She still had no idea as to what to do about the various creatures held in the pod chambers. Some were criminals from their respective lands of origin, but others were simply ponies or other creatures who, for whatever reason, had been easy and convenient to pod and replace. Some of them had been there for decades already, or even longer, weathering the ravages of time as few others outside of a pod could, tended by specially trained caretakers who monitored their health and emotional output.

The love gathered in this way was far from the best possible quality, but it was steady enough to make up for any shortfall from gathering operations. And, from the records, it seemed that the gatherers were always falling short on the love needed by the hive, so it wasn't like Whatevra could just have them all released and be done with it. Sure, it was probably morally wrong to just keep them podded indefinitely, but it was also morally wrong to allow her subjects to starve and for the moment those prisoners were part of the delicate influx of love that kept everyling fed and healthy. Maybe once the gatherers had more efficient methods of bringing greater amounts of raw love in...(quantity and quaLITY TO RELEASE TO CIVILIAN TO HELPERS , CARETAKERS , USE TO THEM than fightwen victim)

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Moonbeam fidgeted as she waited by the large rock the beetle-like talismans had been placed on

. She was mildly embarrassed and ashamed with herself for fainting at the appearance of her rescuers.

Sure, they might look like some sort of horrific amalgamation of insect and pony, and the holes in their legs were really disturbing the more she thought about them (so stop thinking about them, dammit!),

but thus far they had done nothing but keep her safe and comfortable...(basicly niceand welcoming

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"Um... I've studied magic at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns," Moonbeam admitted. "Class of nine seventy-eight, and currently a journey mage pursuing independent studies..."

"Scholar then, with perhaps a dash of adventurer," the queen concluded. "Tell me, Moonbeam, would you be interested in a collaboration?"

"What do you mean?" Moonbeam asked. Sure, it sounded innocuous enough, but she had never even heard of changelings prior to this day, and even as friendly as they seemed to be, the Bug Ponies were a bit unsettling so it wasn't too hard to imagine that they might be villains. Okay, that might be a bit speciesist on her part, and it wasn't as if she actually had any other friends to compare them against.

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