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[Dsarker]

"O Progenitor, thy weak and frail servant doth thank thee! Thy task shall be accomplished!"

The construct stands up and bawls out a few orders. The unicorns stand and hurry their way out to the wall, picks in hoof.

[Khenal]

'Remember, Construct: Care and Diligence!  Rush nothing!'

I do my best to exit quietly and quickly, not wanting to fuel any zealous mistakes.

[Dsarker]

Khenal makes his way quickly back to the concrete bunker. The map has disappeared.

[Khenal]

I examine the secured door, curious about what's on the other side.  Curiosity and caution wage fierce but brief combat, eventually settling on a compromise of listening at the door.

[Dsarker]

From within the door Khenal can hear the voice of Friesden. The words, however, are indistinguishable.

[Khenal]

Curiosity gains an ally in Concern as I raise my hoof to gently knock on the door.

'Friesden?'

[Dsarker]

The voice stops.

From within, you can hear the turning of many locks, gears, and other barring mechanisms. Slowly but surely, the door begins to open.

Inside is Friesden. The room itself is covered in pictures. All of what appears to be one pony, in differing poses. If anything, the proper word for this could be a shrine.

The pony appears to be coloured green.

Before Khenal can fully see the pictures, Friesden is running at him.

[Khenal]

'Friesde-oof!'


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I almost went with "NotthefaceAAAAHHHH!", but that's not Khenal

[Dsarker]

She tackles him to the ground and takes him in a warm embrace.

"Khenal," she somehow manages to say between kisses, "why are you here?"

[Khenal]

'Um, you were acting a bit catatonic, so I had to make sure you were alright.  How are you feeling, love?'

[Dsarker]

"Better now, of course, my love! They've dried and you're here!"

[Khenal]

'They've dried?'

[Dsarker]

"Yes, my...uh..." She blushes. "My pictures. They've dried."

[The Master]

((TWO THOUSAND YEARS LATER...
Old pony: "Yeaa...dats dem...DOSE TOOO BOWZOOS DAT WON'T GIT OFF MEH LAAWN!"
Robocorn: Shoots self
Old pony: "DAM' KEEDS AND DER MIN' CONTROOL MACHEEEEEEEENNSSSHRHHSFGSH"
I don't know...i'm getting antsy and it's 5:01 in the morning!))

[Dsarker]

Go to sleep then, you two thousand year old fart