“Name’s Muse.” The darkly-colored pony answered. “And I get that you’re probably pretty confused right now. But that’s ok – so are the others, I’m sure. But unfortunately, I don’t have much time to explain the situation. I gotta get as many of you together before anything bad happens.” He explained (sort of), before realizing that his pony get-up might’ve been preventing the roleplayer from fully placing his trust in him. “Oh yeah! I should mention, I’m not really a pegasus,” he spoke up again before quickly scanning his surroundings for any of those unicorn onlookers, of which he found none, and transforming himself into his usual, humanoid form in less than a second. “I’m a human, like you!” he exclaimed. “Or, rather, I am right now. Really I’m kind of just whatever I want to be. But I spend a lot more time as a human than I do as a pony.” He rambled. Though given the fact that he claimed he could turn into anything, it would seem strange that his somewhat gothic appearance certainly clashed with his quirky personality. “Anywho, let’s walk and talk.” Muse told Ebil. “Those rainclouds cut off pretty sharply, which makes me think we’re near a border.” He pointed into the distance, to the edge of the field they stood in, where dark storm clouds poured down the land, despite the fact that above the two of them, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Well, their sky. “And if that’s true, then we better head over, cuz I’m pretty sure I sense another one.” He spoke quickly. “If it’s still raining when we get there, maybe we can use my jacket as an umbrella…”
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