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Sour Note: I say we go to Ponyville! This Canterlot is way too big for us to navigate properly.
 
Ardent Melody: [monotone] That’s only because you tossed the map back in that hillbilly pony’s face. As such, you were being an idiot again.
 
Sour Note: Who are you calling an idiot, you melancholy sack of shit!
 
Ardent Melody: I’m more worthwhile than a girl who shoots herself in the foot for no reason other than pride. How many missions have we fail because of you? 10? 20?
 
Sour Note: Why you-
 
Rose: Shut the fuck up, both of you! [silence] God, I don’t understand how we manage to get anything done at all with you tow bickering like children. Useless women, both of you.
 
Ardent Melody: [monotone] I could say the same for you, limp dick. Then again, you are our leader so this is your responsibility. So lead us.
 
Rose: …[Sighs] I say we remain here. This place is bigger and we can get a lot done here. Plus, going to Ponyville like Sour want is retarded. Do you want us to get spotted by mothers enemy?
 
Sour Note: We could take her. She doesn’t have that worthless not-a-pony anymore.
 
Ardent Melody: [monotone] Yes, all she has is the magic that she was born with rather than the stolen magic that leaked from here. We are so ready to take her.
 
Sour Note: Oi, I didn’t ask you for your opinion, cunt.
 
Ardent Melody: Considering that I would be dragged along on this suicide mission of yours, I feel I should be aloud to participate in arguing my case.
 
Sour Note: [Sweetly] Oh, really? Then how about you take that argument [angry] and shove it up that dried up cunt of yours. I’m sure you would like the stimulation.
 
[The two continue to argue as Rose falls behind. He rolls his eyes. God, why did he choose to be the leader. Ardent technically was supposed to be leader but was way too apathetic to do anything. Sour was a moron so that left him. Sighing, he looked around until his eyes fell on a young mare. She looked just a bit younger than him, wearing a familiar looking school uniform and staring at a display window. Rose didn’t know why but his eyes were stuck on her. Before he could even think of why, he legs were carrying him toward the mare until he stood next to her.]
 
Rose: Hello, hello! How are you?
 
Crescent: …Don’t you think you are a bit too old to trying to seduce a young school mare?
 
Rose: Oh, you wound me! Surely, I don’t look that old, do I?
 
Crescent: [looks him over] Meh, I’d give about a 4? Maybe a 6 if you didn’t look so desperate for some ass.
 
Rose: I won’t deny that such a offer would be appreciated but really, I just wanted to talk.
 
Crescent: Sure, you are. And I’m a princess.
 
Rose: You could be my princess.
 
Crescent: …
 
Rose: …That was really lame, wasn’t it?
 
Crescent: Unendingly so. So, how about this? You toddle off and dunk your head in that fountain over there before you embarrass yourself any more than you already have and I’ll just stand here and continue on with me day. Sound good?
 
Rose: Ah, I guess that would be the best thing to do but I feel that might make things worse for you.
 
Crescent: How so?
 
Rose: Well, don’t look now but there is a guard who’s been watching you for a while. He’s probably truancy.
 
[Crescent took out her compact mirror and subtly looked behind her. There was a guard watching her.]
 
Crescent: Shit. I can’t afford to get caught again. Mom will kill me…
 
Rose: PErhaps I can help?
 
Crescent: I’m listening.
 
Rose: Walk and talk with me to that alleyway and then make break for it. You’re a local so I’m sure you know some shortcuts he doesn’t.
 
Crescent: …Fine but make it quick. He might be catching on to us.
 
[starts walking]
 
Rose: So, what’s your name, little butterfly?
 
Crescent: None of your business, shit-face.
 
Rose: Aw, I was hoping we’d gotten past the insults. Perhaps later we can exchange names. Maybe, over dinner?
 
Crescent: You are way too old for me to even contemplate dating you.
 
Rose: Seriously, I’m not that old. Your like, what? 16?
 
Crescent: 17.
 
Rose: Okay, then you are only slightly younger than me. I’m 19.
 
Crescent: If you’re that young, how come you aren’t in school?
 
Rose: Don’t tell anyone but I’m a runaway. Sort of.
 
Crescent: Really? So you runway with those chicks?
 
[Rose turned to look at what Crescent was looking at. Ardent and Sour were now screaming at each other. or, Sour was as Ardent deadpaned at the earth pony. Rose facehoofed.]
 
Rose: Oh, god… Please ignore them, they’re idiots. But yeah, they are my… sisters?
 
Crescent: You’re not sure?
 
Rose: Our family is kind of weird. Our mothers are…look, it wouldn’t make sense if I tried to explain it. It’s just weird.
 
Crescent: No, I get that. Some family’s are weird. My baby bro isn’t even a pony but he’s my baby bro nonetheless. … Oh, time to bail. I’ll… Maybe I’ll see you later. For now, I’ve got to run. See ya!
 
[Run away, quickly followed by the guard who was watching her. Rose stands there, watching her disappear as Melody drags at scowling Sour Note behind her.]
 
Ardent Melody: You left us.
 
Rose: You were having one of your spats. I ain’t your dad.
 
Ardent Melody: You are, however, our leader, Rose.
 
Rose: [sighs] Whatever. Don’t ruin my good mood, Ardent.
 
Sour Note: What do you have to be chipper about? You scouted some mare. Looks a bit young though.
 
Rose: She’s your age.
 
Sour Note: Oh? You planning on mating her? That was quick. Who would have thought that our limp dicked leader would have the balls to-
 
Rose: I don’t plan on mating her. I can do that later.
 
Ardent Note: Then why speak to her.
 
Rose: …I want her to hear my song.