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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.”
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... But good Celestia all mighty, where did that glare come from? It's so full of deep, dark hatred that Fluttershy's courage leaves her for the moment, and she pulls her face back from the gear, frightened. What just happened? Why was he so upset?]
... Me? ... Is there something wrong, mister?
['Mister'. Not 'Discord', not 'you jerk', but 'mister'.]
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Discord continues staring for lack of ANYTHING else to say, though his mouth is certainly trying to find words to describe his...abject horror? Immense frustration? Total unadulterated loathing? You decide. He's too busy sorting through the jumble of things going through what passes for his head on a normal basis. His silent mouth finally grasps upon the perfect words....
Wait. Waaaait. Did I hear MISTER in there?!
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…she doesn’t know who I am. She doesn't know. Who. I am. By -Equestria-! How particularly...interesting. My my my…this might just turn out to be fun yet.
Cough. Ahem. Discord refocuses upon the camera, only to immediately have to suppress the gag reflex.
Now Discord, don’t let up now! There’s mischief to be made! He straightens up, painting the most well-meaning expression one can imagine whilst one has a tic throbbing above one’s eyebrow.
“Ehm, sorry, you reminded me of someone…distasteful.” He manages a surprisingly natural grin for someone so in pain.
“I don’t believe we’ve met before, dearest Fluttershy. And might I say, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
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I'm sorry to have reminded you of somepony else... but I'm very sure I've never met you before either.
[She'd really remember someone this unusual.]
Well, you know my name now... what's yours? ...If you want to say it, that is. I guess you don't have to.
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He only-barely musters a grin, a vein still pulsing in his temple (admittedly less than it was a minute ago).
"Why, my little pony, I do believe we've reached an agreement there. I can't say I've ever known anyone quite like....you[twitch]....in my life."
He nods and scratches anxiously at his face, slowly but surely forcing his utter contempt and distaste for the pony down through sheer force of will. A polite cough.
"Pardon me, good Fluttershy! The change certainly deprived me of certain powers [or else he wouldn't be in this situation, dammit], but I had no idea common courtesy was among them! My name is Din, my little pony. Again, a pleasure to meet you.
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s a human! Her gullibility will be the end of her one of these days.]
Oh, it's all right... We're all very confused when we first arrive here...
[Maybe that's why he was so mean to Dissent, because he was confused and disoriented! The poor dear.]
It's nice to meet you too, Din.
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"Why, I'm so glad that you understand! This 'Johto' place just seems so out of harmony [nix that giggle, Discord! You're in character, dammit.] with how things are supposed to be. Why, everypony's walking around with hands, if nothing else. I still don't know what to make of that..."
[After all, I'm the only one who's supposed to have hands here! Mind you, he approves of the change. Oh Discord, why you can get used to the ponies-walking change, but not the pony-dialect change, we will never know. But what fun is there in making sense?]
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Oh, you'll get used to having hands in time... They can actually be very useful, and they're so sensitive... Everything you touch will be like touching it for the first time... stroking a flower petal, petting fur, hot and cold... It's really quite wonderful.
[She blushes a little at fond memories.
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He raises an eyebrow at this last remark, the gentle smile the first thing he hasn't had to force for what seems like eons. He pokes at the screen.
"Why, that last part sounds like it has a story behind it! Tell me about it! What was it like for you, suddenly having this hand-nonsense whatnot? I'm kind of nervous about it, myself; maybe you can calm my nerves?" His voice genuinely sounds rather anxious, though for a butterfly impersonator this isn't a mean feat. He now sits, head propped up on his hands, eager for the Flutterstory.
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Um... I... a st-story? Um...
[On the one hand
mind the pun, she is overwhelmed to go any further. On the other, she can't just ignore his 'dire help'.]... Holding hands... i-is... nice.
[And as if that suddenly explains everything, she buries her face in her hands, embarrassed. There's a pretty butterfly-shaped ring on her finger, resembling her cutie-mark if one paid close attention to that sort of thing.]
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[Check that evil grin, Discord! You're supposed to be a sweet little pony, not the dashingly handsome evil little bugger that you are! Just file that away in your head for later. Instead, he begins twirling his goatee playfully, losing none of the eagerness of before.]
"Oh? My little pony, you might want to talk to some of your friends on the nature of telling stories. I'm afraid yours is a little...short? And the best stories are ones that we care for deeply anyways! This sounds...perfect." [No evil laughter Discord! Not yet, dammit!]
[His eyes fall upon the ring, though when he last saw the yellow pony, his observation of cutie marks was obscured by his completely foreign experience of being frustrated beyond all belief. Another thing into the bank of things to remember...]
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I've got to... With the thing... And the stuff... yesterday... b-b-b-b-bye!
[She quickly shuts off the Pokegear, before all but passing out due to how much she's blushing.]