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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...

[And now Jack is playing tag with the colts and wondering how it happened, exactly.]

Alright, you better watch out! I'm the master at tag!

[Boy these little guys are fast, and a lot better at running on four legs.]

I'm just going easy on ya!

[One of the fillies runs right into Reki, causing him to fall down in a heap.]

Hey! Watch it!!

[But not before that apple pie he was given flies into the air, heading straight toward Mod.]

[Mod, who had been silently ~~pleading with~~ blackmailing whatever entity was watching over this affair to provide him with some means of escape, finds his prayers answered.]

[In a rather unique fashion.]

Oh. Wonderful.

[The words are muffled from the mask of pastry and fruit filling, but a quick shake of the head disperses it all over the well-meaning ponies now offering him condolences.]

Well it's been charming but I really should find somewhere to clean myself off good day.

[You have never seen a pony run that fast.]

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[Maybe never that fast, but the filly Jack is after currently is giving him a run for his money. She darts right past Mod, but Jack is not so quick in dodging around him.]

OOF!

[No matter what the untimely collision has done to Mod, Jack goes spiraling into the ground, where he moans before picking himself up again.]

What'd I- Mod? ...Are you covered in pie?

[Reki groans and tries to right himself on all four limbs. It takes a few tries, and his rump hurts from the fall.]

It never changes...

[He looks around for Jack and the other... Oh great. He's with Mod. If he could, he'd facepalm]

This is just like the school, only with ponies.

Yes. Yes I am.

[Mod doesn't even both berating the red haired youngster for getting in his way- he just wants to get out of this mess. Being a pony was one thing, being harangued by a village full of the saps was another.]

[He shakes the worst of the pastry off.] I don't know about you but I'm forwarding a motion that we move forward. As long as forward is anyplace but here.

[Awwww, but he was making friends!]

Alright. [He gets up and shakes the dirt off himself.] Hey, Reki! Come over here! We're leaving.

Coming. Coming.

[Reki wants to leave before he's forced to take another pie.]

[At least Reki hadn't taken a pie to the face, and Jack's socializing could take a back seat as far as he was concerned- he'd had enough of this cutesy nonsense. As if his dental situation wasn't bad enough already he was fairly sure he was getting a cavity from all this.]

Keep up, unless you want to get stuck in this sugary sand-pit for the rest of your four-legged life.

[-And with that he's off. He has no idea where, precisely, just anyplace that wasn't pastel coloured and smelled like cupcakes. There's a shady looking forest right on the horizon, so he makes for that.]

[Of course he would head for the creepy forest. Not that Jack minds. Much.]

[He happily trots along after, making comments about things every now and then.]

[Reki does mind the heading toward the creepy forest and groans when it's clear they're going that direction.]

So, instead of a sugary sand-pit, we're going into a dark forest that will probably doom us...

[Brilliant idea]

Infinitely preferable, don't you think?

[Mod beams cheerily at Reki in a way that probably would have been more infuriating if he didn't still have half a pie crust stuck in his mane.

[They canter on for a while before coming to the verge of the forest. It actually looks quite impressively foreboding.]

Now this is much more like it- nothing pink in sight.

[Jack is definitely not so sure about this anymore. But he tries not to show it. Ignore those quivering pony knees, please.]

Oh, yeah, looks... a lot better. Yep. I... definitely want to go in there.

[Reki may be walking (trotting?) closer toward Jack. To make sure he doesn't get into trouble. ~~It's not like Reki is starting to feel just as nervous.~~]

And what are we going to do here? It's not like we can do a dungeon crawl.

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SORRY SCHOOL ATE ME end of semester and all also Mod why is your weakness ponies?

/hugs!

sh-shut up, it's not like that, he just has fur allergies

I thought he was only allergic to positive emotion.

At least it wasn't pie

That would be the worst allergy ever D:

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