Warning Signals Blaring

[anarchyarcher]

 Ako froze facing away from the green unicorn, trembling gently. 

'Oh lords... he knows...' The gryphon panicked, her hind legs folding beneath her until she was sitting down. '... knows that we don't belong...'

Confusion is a steak of mime

[multaekappae]

The interloping unicorn seemed to try to say three different things at the same time, or else had simply progressed to the point of complete incomprehensibility. He grabbed his head as though afraid it would fly off. "Ugh, keep forgetting I only have one of these things. Now where was I? Oh, yeah, " the green pony looked around, quietly dropping his cigarette butt into a passing posh pony's pannier (that's a back-slung saddlebag, eff-why-eye). "Canterlot."

"So the wounded valkyrie and space pooch I get..." The persistent pony pointed, punctuating postulation. "But you," The stalking stallion lowered his glasses to eye Scribble with rather watery gray eyes with perhaps a few too many veins visible. He tapped his chin, frowning, "I want to say your name is... Scrabble?" He shook his head, "Nah, that's not right... Staple? Stipple? Dribble?"

Words, and their meanings

[chaotic_scribbles]

While his two companions were rightfully confused and a little startled by the sudden intrusion of a random unicorn, Scribble found himself to be less than surprised, and even less amused at the moment. Of all the things they needed at the moment, a Unicorn with a screw loose was not one of them.

"He's just... confused." Scribble chose his words carefully. "Don't worry about him. What we should be doing is figuring out just what the Doctor meant by "The Magician's Toybox."

He paced on the spot, frustrated with his own confusion. "Why is that a thing? What does that even mean."

Insufficient Data

[multaekappae]

 As the Kelpie and Pegasus argued back and forth, Primeval struggled to keep up with the conversation. So many rapid changes in context, applications of callback information, mixed metaphoric tranversives... and the grammatically odd application of 'stupid head'... it was a great deal for the cybernetic AI reticulation of a memory construct to sort, especially while so much processor time was already being devoted to sorting the screaming mass of information that comprised the 'Changeling Invasion' which was occurring in the dwelling grouping [context: city] around the assembled ponies.

This information is supplied as context, not excuse, for why it took Primeval so long to catch a certain pertinent aside, tossed up and dismissed nearly instantly, in the sea of bickering.

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"Excuse me..." The proto-pony-turned-evolutionary-cybernetically-reconstructed [overide, discard verbal pun] ... Primeval began.

– "Yeah, we know, it's got something to do with a scab in the time-space continuum or something," the Inspector said dismissively.

"...I believe time-space hole would be more accurate, 'scab' implies a level of sealing and restoration not present in our situ–"

– Riptide grinned a toothy smile.
 
"The other possibility is they'll divert forces to deal with us. I don't know the likeliness of this happening since in my time, Celestia's guards were well trained and had plenty of experience fighting the beasts of the land and could deal with threats. So I guess it really depends on the quality of this time's Royal Guard. If they are well trained and experienced in battle, then I doubt we're worth the effort. If not..."

"Perhaps I could request clarification about–"

Black Ops and the Inspector both made dismissive noises at the same time, each glaring at the other when they realized their simultaneity.

Silver Lining shook his head. "It's been a real long time since the Royal Guard had to face any real threats... uh, Your Honor, Ma'am um..." The pegasus mumbled into silence.

Jack shook his head, ready to try and restore some level of focus. "Look, it's up to us to–"

"I urgently request further information on the implication of Inspector Sharp Wit's possible involvement with the death of this body..." Primeval shouted, backpedaling a moment later, "Ah, that is, the ... um, 'my' near death." She coughed, "I am curious. That is... Please?"