juice_factory | FRIENDSHIP IS TAGGING

Now really, I didn't have anything to do with this-

[Clip clop clip clop really chaps what's the problem? Never had four legs before?]

[Leans against a neatly painted white picket fence as if he's been doing this his whole life.] -and flattery will get you nowhere. I mean, I do like warping reality, it's true, but the whole thing is fairly relative...

Mod! Oof-

[Jack tried to get up at the Brit's appearance, instead stumbling in a manner similar to his other mentor, flopping down on his side. He looks up at Mod from his ridiculous position.]

Uh, hey! Hahaha, get it? It's like a horse pun.

Another reality warper then.

[Trying to get up again... Yes! He's on all fours! Don't mind the shaking limbs.]

It certainly seems to be another one, yes...

[Mod simply regards Jack's horizontal stance with a raised eyebrow. It appears he's not in the least inclined to help either of them out here.]

Although it behooves me to point out that that really didn't seem that witty, lad, or is that foal?

[Jack gets to his hooves after some maneuvering, and then is standing fairly well. He's still young and spry, after all.]

Canter guy make one joke without you criticizing it?

[Reki's going to try this walking thing now. One foot then the other... plop]

Damn it!

If you're a reality warper, can't you change things back?!

[no comment about the puns]

[Jack's second attempt actually earns a smirk, but Reki just gets a pitying shake of the head.]

I already told you, not my gig. Did all that fur lining your ears get in the way? Or is it the air insulating your brain?

[Now, now, don't fight in front of Jack, it makes him upset!]

I bet it's not even reality warping. We probably fell into another dimension.

Not again... Who blew up the sun this time?

[It's telling that he has to think "this time," isn't it?]

Which dimension is it? Who blew up the Sun? Are we all going to die? Blah blah blah- [Mod waves a front hoof in circles looking bored to the point of nausea.]

Honestly, you chaps worry too much about the petty details. Now, what I'm wondering is what fun is to be had where-ever-this-is...

[He jumps back and forth over the fence a few times just for the hell of it (and rubbing in the fact that he isn't tripping over his own arse).]

I mean, it's obviously inhabited.

Yeah, inhabited by a lot of rainbow ponies. Laaaaaaame.

[Jack is getting better at this walking thing. He can't hop the fence, though, so instead he starts to walk away, looking around.]

This place looks boring.

What fun do horses have? Jumping over fences and eating carrots placed in front of them?

[This is like one of Balmung's bad events.]

Oh come now, do use a little imagination- [Mod gives Reki an 'educational' hoof to the backside.]

You're thinking like a human! Mind you, as far as I can see, so do these creatures... [He notes the brick buildings and nauseatingly cutesy decorations with a curious tilt to his head.]

One wonders how they make them...

Maybe it's magic. [Jack shrugs.] Pony magic. Lots of rainbows and stars and bunnies and stuff. [He makes a disgusted face.]

I bet nothing interesting ever happens here, eve- was that a pegasus?

[Jack is staring up at the sky, where something just zoomed past seconds ago]

Eee, cool!

[He looks back at the other two and clears his throat.] But, uh. Lame.

Oof! Hey!

[He'd rub where he was hit if he could think of how to do so without toppling over.]

Fine fine... Let's go meet the locals then. ... Oh god, they can fly.

[Reki starts to slowly walk toward the village, getting a little better at this four legged walking thing.]

[Jack receives the 'who are you' treatment for the- lacking a more manly word- squeal of delight, but otherwise avoids a verbal lashing.]

[Mod doesn't seem at all phased by the development, taking it in with his usual, infuriating isn't-it-obvious demeanor.] You worked in a school for mutants and a couple of winged ponies knock your spots off? Fie, laddy, I'd thought you were made of sterner stuff.

[Actually, that was a blatant lie. He thought that Reki was a goody-two-shoes that had been in danger of making Jack into a sensible citizen.]

Mind you, I suppose flying is something to look up to, especially when walking seems to be a form of rocket science...

[Flying horses are cool, okay!?!?]

Man, if I was going to be turned into some kind of horse, why couldn't I have been a Pegasus?

[Jack makes a very disappointed (and equine) snort at his cape, which is definitely not concealing any wings.]

We might as well go check out the town, I guess.

[Reki meant that more in the sense that he'd have to watch the skies for danger. Or flight class. Flight class can be crazy.]

I'll keep my feet on the ground. You both can go flying and crash.

[Nevermind that the sky is a beautiful blue that seems very inviting... Focus! He has to figure out what just happened. And the way to do that is to start asking... Wow, there are a lot of ponies here.]

Uh... what's everyone doing?

[Chin up, Jack, we can't all be omnipotent holographs with no regard for gravity.]

Whatever a village full of ponies do, I'd imagine. [Mod observes the scene with mildly bored interest (if anyone could figure out how he'd give them a medal), the pastel creatures going about their business in an industrious, saccharine fashion.]

Colourful bunch, aren't they?

It's like some little girl's finger painting threw up.

[Imagery dispensed, Jack moves down into the pony crowd. It looks a bit like they're setting up for some kind of festival.]

[Jack quickly disappears into the crowd. His bright red hair fits in a lot more here than usual.]

Wait! Jack! Don't go by yourself!

[Even in this world, Reki assumes Jack will just get into trouble somehow. He tries to follow, but there are more than one bright red haired pony in the crowd.]

... Are those apple pies?

[Reki's concern gets waved down with a soot-grey hoof.] Keep your knickers on, mate; even if looks can be deceiving, I don't really get the impression that they're going to lynch a newcomer.

[Mod seems entirely unimpressed at pastries. In fact, the way he just walks past the mouth-watering delicacies you have to wonder if he has a sense of smell.]

Boooring, custard pies are more my line. Next.

[Meanwhile, Jack has somehow been swept up into a kid's game. He is loudly arguing about how he isn't playing with some colts who keep declaring him "it".]

No--No, I don't want an apple pie. I don't have any money. You don't have to-- Oh, fine.

[And now Reki is the proud owner of an apple pie, and he has no idea how to carry it. Oh, the other pony was speaking to him. Oops.]

What was that?

[Sorry Reki, but Mod is having troubles of his own. Being slightly taller than the average pony with catastrophic teeth he's accidentally drawn attention to himself.]

Who's that?

Can't say I've seen him round these parts b'fore...

Did you hear how he talks? Must be from Trottingham.

[He's now having to fend off a small crowd of well-meaning ponies trying to welcome him. He doesn't seem to be enjoying it.]

No, thank you but, just... passing through... Ponyville? You don't say. No I didn't ask, no, really I... my teeth? That's not exactly your business is- oh for the love of...

crashing this party because I do that most often :Ib

NO GET OUT jk stay with us forever mO.Om

Party crasher! Wooo!

Never knew breaking and entering could make you so popular

Everypony loves a good B&E

Somepony needs to shake things up

Equestria won't know what hit it

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