Who: Bran and Yelena What: Ponies meet When: Jan 18 (backdated) Where: MLP Portal Rating: low
Yelena hadn’t quite meant to end up in the portal, but she wasn’t freaking out. It seemed like you could easily leave this one and she might as well explore even if she only knew My Little Pony from a peripheral perspective.
She had turned into a light pink pony who appeared to be a unicorn. She didn’t really get the whole diamond thing on her butt, but whatever - at least it wasn’t something nauseating like a sun shining. She thought it’d be more fitting if it was a lockpick or something though. Maybe that would give herself too much away.
She was walking through what looked like a relatively modern city. She saw something that said ‘Manehattan’ which she assumed was the pony’s version of New York. She could handle that. Maybe there was stuff here she could steal or something.
Bran heard enough about the portals and figured what the hell. He could go visit one, maybe cause some mayhem there. Unfortunately, it was a portal to My Little Pony. Not only that, now the vampire had become a pony. He was black, which thank God. While he couldn’t be sure, the vampire turned pony thought he might have a unicorn horn which probably went well with his purple bat wings and the fangs cutie mark.
“There is not enough bourbon in the world to make this remotely fucking okay.” While stealing stuff appealed to him, usually he’d use compulsion. And as a pony, the chances of his causing anyone’s death certainly dropped drastically. If Damien ever saw photos of this, Bran would have to stake himself.
"Sounds like someone's regretting being ponified." It was probably harder to anticipate the Russian accent when she was a pony, but that's what came out of the pony as she trotted beside the obviously annoyed one. It was amusing, really. Yelena had been here long enough to know there were worse things to happen than to turn into a sappy child's cartoon. "Though now I do wonder if they have alcohol here."
The amount of side eye Bran offered the Russian sounding pony right now? Very high. “It’s my first portal. I did not expect to be ponified as you so eloquently called it,” Bran said, a slight French accent coming through his pony. He hadn’t lived in France in about a hundred and twenty years, but he hadn’t quite lost the accent. As the other pony trotted towards him, Bran wondered if he could potentially kill in this form.
“I suppose we could go check?” Bran didn’t mind her attitude, yet, and finding a watering hole certainly interested him…even with a severe lack of hands.
"Why not? We can test out my magic. I can do that apparently." She wondered if that meant she could still pickpocket. Of course, she had to also wonder if ponies had anything to steal. "This seems to be a version of New York so we should head up that way. Times Square has to exist here too." It made sense to her, anyway, and off Broadway often had bars.
She started in that direction. "Yelena, by the way."
“We have magic?” Now Bran felt a headache beginning on top of how ridiculous he looked. If she mentioned pickpocketing to Bran, he’d definitely want to see if they managed and if ponies carried anything of value on them.
As Bran followed, he introduced himself. “Bran. This…is my first portal.” Colour the vampire very unimpressed.
“It’s what I’m told… I’m not familiar with this place like others are.” She had never been able to enjoy ‘normal’ things like that when she was growing up. Yelena had a love/hate relationship with that, but there was nothing she could do now and she wasn’t much of a dweller.
“How to do the magic… is not in my wheelhouse. Yet.” Yelena was working on it.
She snorted. “Only some of them are good. But when you’re stuck here long enough, this is how you don’t die from boredom.”
They turned a corner and came across some people at what looked like a bus stop - or whatever constituted a bus in this world. Yelena decided now was as good a time as any and planted her feet. She concentrated, narrowing her eyes a little as she looked at this one pony wearing a hat. It was a lot of effort at first but then she felt something start to work. Suddenly the hat was slowly lifting off the head of the pony in front of them like it was doing it on its own. When it seemed like no one noticed, Yelena kept going until the hat sat on her head. She looked at little smug at what she had done.
Bran felt a desire to run with this new body and somehow figured he’d lose vampire speed. Sadly. “People are familiar with this place?” Bran would never understand humans. For Bran, he was too busy causing mayhem, bedding women, and living as Damien’s Second in Command. He didn’t have time for things like television shows.
“It’s definitely not in my wheelhouse.” Magic was for witches, not vampires. He considered the comment about boredom. “I already find myself bored.”
He watched with interest, although even as a pony he kept his expression neutral. When the other pony didn’t notice Yelena’s work, he nodded in approval, not wanting to draw attention to her handy work. Bran meandered a little closer and commented, “Good job.”
“Now I’m starting to understand why you men are ridiculously obsessed.” It was an off-handed comment and 100% about penis, though of course she was referring to her horn on her head.
“If you’re bored then, how about we play a game. See how much we can take from others before one of us gets caught. Loser buys drinks in the real world.”
Pony Bran rolled his eyes. He knew what she meant, but didn’t care much.
He lifted a hat off someone else, focusing on it. A moment later, he had it by his side. Now that he knew he could do this, Bran looked at Yelena.