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1st Reign - Video/Action in Goldenrod Hideout
The feed opens up on a slightly jaundiced eye, wild and a little bloodshot. It twitches unnaturally, then squints in glee as the hand holding the Pokègear pulls away, revealing a maturely handsome man in a newly acquired Rocket outfit, stroking his goatee thoughtfully. He poses for the camera, admiring his image in the eye's reflection.
"My, don't you look absolutely riveting, sir. Black suits you… Though that's more than I can say for this place..."
Discord glances around, eyes swiveling around appraisingly, as if selecting which things to keep and which to spruce up a bit. It’s clear that it’s largely disposed to the latter; the room behind him is a depressingly grey little hole, and it is clear that despite the man's seemingly constant gleeful grin that Discord is more than slightly perturbed by things. He glances below-camera, eyes scanning quickly.
"Pokègear...yadda yadda connections....something something make friends, oh please, why do something so positively droll...pah!" A small booklet goes flying past the camera, shedding pages like new snow, one of which lands on his nose. Raised eyebrow and licked lips; within seconds he is chewing thoughtfully.
"Hm. Even paper tastes differently here...How delightfully…tasteless. It's no cotton candy, but it will do. Oh fine, what do <i>you</i> want?”
“Sol.”
The camera spins on a quietly sitting Absol, wearing the closest ‘Orly’ expression that a Pokèmon is likely to achieve. It has a slim black bandanna around its head emblazoned with a violently red ‘R’. A scoff from off camera, followed by a flying paper ball (which the Absol naturally dodges).
“Oh like you haven’t.”
Audio
Discord lets loose a deep, throaty chuckle, and it’s as if he’s leaned up closer to the Pokègear, drinking in her discomfort like the connoisseur he is. Still, this game is growing tiresome; what point is causing chaos without being out to enjoy it?
“I’m sure you can, dear Princess. I’m sure a Princess, cooped up for…what was it again? A thousand years? I’m sure a Princess, cooped up for a thousand years, can easily defeat a little ol’ draconequus like myself, especially without both of our powers. Just like old times. Better by far to deal with it yourself regardless, I’d say. Wouldn’t want the Mare in the Moon to show her face again in a moment of passion, would you. A lie might be one thing, but showing yourself to have tried to take over the world would be quite another. <3”
Audio
[Oh, hey are your hands bleeding? You shouldn't dig your nails into you palm that hard...]
We are more than certain that we shall be able to defeat thou without returning to our Nightmare Moon self! We have made it so that we shall never change into that... monster again, so thou needn't worry about that!
Audio
“Stop it! By Equestria, my ribs can’t take much more of this. You are simply TOO much! Really, you really know how to entertain an old draconequus houseguest. Though really, this is a serious matter! You should learn when to be honest with yourself, my little pony. Nopony knows evil like I know evil, and rest assured, there is nothing you can do to stop it. Why, if your older sister couldn’t even banish you permanently, white pony overlord that she is, what makes you think that our cute little Princess has a chance?”
An abrupt sigh, and faint growling. Someone has somepony on a tight schedule, and there’s not much Discord can do about it. For now.
“One more thing, dearest Luna, before I depart from your most pleasurable company. If neither Twilight and her friends, armed with those pretty little Elements, and Celestia herself couldn’t hold back chaos from being wreaked, what makes you think you can? Good luck out there, little Lula.”
[Disconnect]