Anonymous asked: I used to read your name as "Lee-rah"... and for some reason I still do... I'm a horrible pony.
I forgive you.
If you look far enough back, you’ll see that I used to pronounce my own name wrong!
While probably not the best time to think about it, your mind can’t help but wander to lockpicking! Your master knows how, and you’ve brought it up before, but he seems hesitant to teach the subject. Which isn’t very nice. You’re responsible! Maybe a little too easily influenced, but on a whole you’re a good pony from an honest upbringing! You’d never abuse such an important skill!
What he would tell you, though, is that proper lockpicking requires a whole set of tools. Tools you don’t have.
Your nervous energy gets the better of you and you start to wave at the shadowed figures and babble about ghosts, which you totally don’t believe in. Two ponies emerge with perplexed expressions, a pegesus and a unicorn. You note that they also have saddlebags and seem a little disheveled, as though a little weary from traveling. The unicorn seems a little more tired than the pegesus.
You’re still shouting distance away from the pair, you’re just pretty good at noticing these types of things.
ask-fiw-pinkiepie-blog asked: Hey, Lyra! Lyra! Lyra! Lyara? Is it weird that I say your name as 'Lara'? I'm sure it isn't, but that wasn't my question! Why do you play the piano?
I… don’t?
You shuffle forward uncomfortably a little ways; ruins aren’t exactly known for being safe. Not that you’re worried about its structural integrity so much as the possibility of monsters or ghosts.
Not that you believe in ghosts! I mean, who does that really? Ah haha…
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As you squint your eyes, you see that there does appear to be some things inside the building. You can clearly make out what appears to be a large table, complete with chairs. Also, possibly two or three living entities. You definitely see movement, but have no way of telling what’s causing it.
Past experience glancing outside during daylight from within dark enclosures suddenly smacks you with the realization that whatever is in there more than likely already sees you!
In case anypony feels like continuing that and keeping track of the posts for it.
carrotcake-replies-deactivated2 asked: I love you as a bro. Like, a sister I can always rely on, it's awesome. :)
R-Really?! Oh wow!
Thank you, Mister Cake!
flapperreturns asked: I love you because you're my mother.
But I’m not your mother.
theblackstrawberry asked: I love you too...
I know you do, Strawberry.
And I love you too, in a family sort of way. But that’s not the love I usually think of when somepony is talking about love.
flapperreturns asked: I love you.
Uh… Thank you?
It’s nice to see you around again, but I don’t think you know me well enough to say that.
Anonymous asked: Is mayonnaise an instrument?
Surprise makes a very convincing argument. I might have to change my answer…
Anonymous asked: i accidentally ate a very expensive diamond and pooped it out at a pubilc restroom and i need to get it back so i need a turd burglar and you seem as though you would know where to find one
Sounds to me like you need to get in contact with your local water treatment facility.
That or a time machine.
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That loaf is just floating in a public bathroom somewhere, isn’t it?
Anonymous asked: do you know where i can find any turd burglars at this time of night?
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Am I missing something?
Anonymous asked: I really don't know. With you, somepony would just get hooved to death. Sure, they would get broken bones and all, but it's just blunt pain. The bear has paws and claws though, so he could rip limbs off, or dig into their spine using his claws. He could also eat them.
I’ve heard that when you’re decapitated the head lives on for a few seconds before you die.
Think about how much time slows down when you’re terrified; how long a few seconds can be stretched out.
But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. I wouldn’t kill anypony just for hurting Sweetie Belle. I imagine disciplinary action would be enough.
theblackstrawberry asked: im going to roll the dice and say yes, i want to hear the answer. here is my assumption: you like the hugs, but sometimes it's too much.
Of course I never get tired of the hugs!
They just last a little too long.
Anonymous asked: Let's say a pony did something to intentionally harm Sweetie Belle. Who should they be more worry about coming after them? The raging 600 pound bear or the raging unicorn with amplification magic?
If you have to ask, you already know the answer.