HHTwilightSparkle: Everyone. Do your usernames have any significance to you? HHTwilightSparkle: Because I feel like mine... should. HHTwilightSparkle: Despite the fact that it sounds like, well HHTwilightSparkle: A magical girl's costumed alias, from a show for elementary school girls at that.
Prompt 2
The heart she ripped out was not a human one - it was much, much too large - almost eight pounds. Which makes some sense. What Twilight laughingly - literally: her laughter was verging into a cackle, which was... not good... - called her real form was still humanoid, but her ears now swept up and back with fine control; and she now sported a horn, a tail, and wings.
"Hi!" the Persona chirped. "I'm Orobas, a Witch just like you! I'll be teaching you magic - starting with taking out these very mean and hurtful Shadows! Let's be best friends, and I'll teach you magical secrets in return, mmkay?"
Twilight grinned her approval, raising the wand that had appeared in one hand, the other resting on the pommel of the rapier now at her hip. She issued the order: "Orobas - Psi at this target. Thank you very much, friend."
Orobas pointed a hoof and laughed. The blast of psychokinetic noise that struck their target flowed from cream to cyan to pink to purple and back, the first time Twilight would describe pastels as 'harsh.'
Prompt 3
Twilight is where she was back when she thought she was honor student Lucia Knightley - in the library, taking notes. But what she's reading isn't a history textbook, but an imposing occult tome - an ornate copy of the Lesser Key of Solomon. She traces the sigil and image of Orobas, frowning - and likewise is looking up those of other heart persona she's seen, or on request.
Princess Twilight Sparkle | My Little Pony: FiM
HHTwilightSparkle: Everyone. Do your usernames have any significance to you?
HHTwilightSparkle: Because I feel like mine... should.
HHTwilightSparkle: Despite the fact that it sounds like, well
HHTwilightSparkle: A magical girl's costumed alias, from a show for elementary school girls at that.
Prompt 2
The heart she ripped out was not a human one - it was much, much too large - almost eight pounds. Which makes some sense. What Twilight laughingly - literally: her laughter was verging into a cackle, which was... not good... - called her real form was still humanoid, but her ears now swept up and back with fine control; and she now sported a horn, a tail, and wings.
Her Persona danced in place, her cream witches hat and petticoats swaying, all three of her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Hi!" the Persona chirped. "I'm Orobas, a Witch just like you! I'll be teaching you magic - starting with taking out these very mean and hurtful Shadows! Let's be best friends, and I'll teach you magical secrets in return, mmkay?"
Twilight grinned her approval, raising the wand that had appeared in one hand, the other resting on the pommel of the rapier now at her hip. She issued the order: "Orobas - Psi at this target. Thank you very much, friend."
Orobas pointed a hoof and laughed. The blast of psychokinetic noise that struck their target flowed from cream to cyan to pink to purple and back, the first time Twilight would describe pastels as 'harsh.'
Prompt 3
Twilight is where she was back when she thought she was honor student Lucia Knightley - in the library, taking notes. But what she's reading isn't a history textbook, but an imposing occult tome - an ornate copy of the Lesser Key of Solomon. She traces the sigil and image of Orobas, frowning - and likewise is looking up those of other heart persona she's seen, or on request.