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[Amaroq]

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 It was an absolutely gorgeous day in Equestria. The sun was shining brightly, and there were hardly any clouds in the sky. The brilliant blue of the open vastness seemed to illuminate the entirety of the Ponyville market to the point that it hurt Frostling's emerald eyes. He squinted out from the shop window that was located in the side of his home, which happened to be apart of the marketplace. He lifted a hoof to his forehead, below his spiraled horn and frowned. He could feel the heat washing over his face in never ending waves. With a grunt, he turned away from the window and moved back into the cooler inside of his home. He sat down on the black and white checkered floor and looked around at the interior of his humble abode.
    
    It was a quaint little building, small by some standards, but large enough for one stallion to live comfortably. It was two floors, with the bottom of the home occupied  almost entirely by the kitchen. With its checkered floors and white-washed walls, it seemed to sparkle with cleanliness. The counters were simple granite with wooden shelving and cabinets decorating the walls. The most predominate thing of the entire kitchen was the open shop window where a counter rested just below the sill. Organized neatly, to the left looking out, were different flavors that varied from chocolate to cotton candy, to cherry and blueberry. To the right was a machine that kept ice frozen with an ice grinder attached in the front. Below the dispenser sat a large white bowl, there to collect the finely broken up ice.

    Frostling smiled to himself as he found everything to his fancy. The shop was open and ready for business, as per usual on summer mornings. With everything ready to go, he let out a delighted, but quiet, cry. He was feeling particularly well for it being such a hot day already. He was certain nothing could ruin it for him though, not even the rising temperatures of the season.

    After returning to the open window, he peered out and looked along the market. It was already swamped with Ponies of all age and size. Mares. Stallions. Fillies, and colts. It was always interesting to him to see who came out to the market. He wasn't the most social of ponies, so he was content on sitting back and watching the crowds go by. He could probably have called out, announced the opening of his little snow-cone shop, but he preferred to have his voice at the end of the day.

    Beginning to hum a simple tune, he called upon his magic and started the snow-cone machine. A soft, baby blue glow seemed to outline the machine as it chirped into motion.  The wheels within began to grind at a block of ice, spitting out fine chips into the bowl below. After a moment or so, he lifted the bowl with his magic and shut the machine off. He placed the ice on the counter, carefully. Calling forth a flavored bottle, he furrowed his brow as he debated on what combinations he'd make the batch. Raspberry.

    Content with his decision, he poured a small amount from the flavor bottle before setting it aside. He, then, began to mix the ice and flavor around with a wooden spoon. After mixing it to his liking, he set everything aside and looked out the window. Not a single pony turned his way. His ears flattened, but he didn't take it to heart. He was, after all, not shouting over every pony like most of the other marketeers.

    Shrugging his shoulders, he scooped some of the flavored ice into a smaller bowl for himself.  He used magic to pull a spoon from one of the wooden drawers further in the kitchen and scooped some of the raspberry treat into his mouth. Delighted, he tapped his forehooves on the floor and smiled.

    "Mmm~! Perfect!" the white-maned unicorn exclaimed. Nothing like ice cold treats in the dead of summer.

[ForgottenExistance]

Summer. Yes, some ponies might think it's too hot, some may think that it was simply an escape from school or work. But for the musically inclined, summer was a bustling, living period of unending music. The children's laughter, the almost poetic cries of vendors, the cheerful calls of other animals in the wilderness; it was all just one big set of music. Ponies like Amethyst Glow could see that, and just like she did, many other musicians spent plenty of time outside during the sumer, just happy to listen. The natural sounds of the summer world was inspiring.

But of course, some ponies, such as Am, weren't content to just listen. They had to throw in their own flare and experiences. And that was exactly what the lively pegasus was doing that day. As she trotted around the village marketplace with a grin practically plastered onto her face, she hummed whimsically and danced around like a child unable to contain herself. The black mare trotted from one market stall to the next, stepping in tune to a beat that played in her head, completely ignoring whatever criticisms she might be electing from the more composed ponies in the market. She wasn't going to bother trying to act her age or composed, she was happy to be herself. And as it so happened, she was just a very cheerful pony, taking full advantage of the summer season.

When the path of her music led her near the location of the new snow cone store, her ears perked up in curiosity on either side of the backwards cap she wore. She didn't even hesitate for a moment. Her grin managed to grow even wider before she darted across the open market, cutting off more than a few ponies who had been minding their own buisness. Unfortunately for the enthusiastic pegasus, she slipped at the entrance and toppled into the shop; landing in a heap on her back with a rather loud crash.

The mare blinked a few times, her electric blue orbs staring at nothing for a few seconds before she quickly recollected herself. She jumpped back up to her feet before the owner could comment on her, and shook herself off like it was absolutely nothing. Regaining her senseless grin, she scooped up her fallen hat and replaced it on top of her head backwards, covering her vibrant purple hair once again. The whole time, she hadn't said a word, but had instead only hummed to herself some sort of never-ending tune. It had even gone on while she was on her back, though it sounded a little constricted and strained.

"Whoooooah-ho-ho!!! Sorry 'bout that!" the pegasus exclaimed to the shop owner with a laugh. Even with a small comment such as that, her accent was impossible to not notice. She dropped parts of words and strained her vowels, which suggested she came from Manehatten...and also may not have been the brightest bulb on the tree.

[CableZ]

Ahhhhh summer, beautiful time of year, beautiful time for fun. Fun however meant something else these days, for the better of course. It has only been a few months since the reform, so times were spent being tentative. Reason being; things can be easily lost if you don't try and hold onto them, but they were quicker lost if you drove them away. As such, interaction had been kept to a minimum recently, and laying low had been the name of the game, but today was just too beautiful to sit around and do nothing. The sun shone down bright upon Equestria, and the humidity was up as well, all in all today was a good day.

Discord had been keeping to himself recently, hiding in plain sight or just plain not being in anyponies sight at all. He didn't know why but today his mind wandered to the idea of heading into Ponyville, he'd been hanging around the area ever since he declared that he was now one of the good guys, not wanting to be too far away from his best friend. However she was busy today, so he was riding solo today.

Luckily for the lord of chaos, it was as easy as pie to disguise himself so that he could wander freely around the town, all it took was a *click* of the fingers. So he was walking around as a stallion, it wasn't the most creative disguise ever but then again the whole point was to fit in, he didn't want the town to lynch him after all. Sadly it was not common knowledge that Discord had reformed, and those that knew were still highly cautious, then again he couldn't blame them. The disguise in question was pretty transparent, but nopony looked twice at him, they were too busy have a lovely summer day. He had a brown fur body, the fur he had was slightly longer than the average ponies, while his neck and head were a slight grey, on his chin was a scraggly little beard, and his mane was a black trimmed donkey style mane that ran down the back of his neck. His legs were a white fur, as was his tail. This might sound odd, but really with the amount of variety in ponies, this was nothing to bat an eyelash at. (based on this image: here)

So he wandered the streets, playing the occasional prank on somepony, there was quite a hysterical instance where he tapped his pseudo hoof the floor and a cotton candy selling ponies cotton candy turned into custard, there were a few perplexed foals, that's for sure. Discord walked along the street laughing at this, before coming to an abrupt halt  in front of a store that he was passing. Turning to look inside the window, he saw an all manner of colors and flavors, they sure looked good. He could go for a cooling treat right about now, and he couldn't use magic to make one appear, that would raise suspicions. So he opted to peak his head in the doorway to see what was what in the shop. Seeing a pegasus and a stallion in an awkard, silence, he tapped on the door a few times before entering the shop.

"not interrupting anything I hope, I'd hate to be a bother." He smirked

[darktobias13]

Down the street bounced a small filly, without a care in the world. She was dark blue in color, had a black mane, and wore a massive hat that was double her size. Her bright green eyes peered out from under the brim of the hat, and were glancing around noticing both everything and nothing. Every so often, a split image of her would appear, and walk off to investigate anything remotely interesting, then would return to report before vanishing again. It seemed like the filly herself was quite well behaved, but behind her eyes she was scheming. She always loved to pull pranks, and was planning a doozy at the moment. She would be using all of her knowledge of illusions as she messed with her big brother Gearshift. She started cackling on the inside as she planned, noticing a new shop open. A very odd looking pony stood at the doorway, something seemed familiar about him. Mira felt that she had seen something that looked like him, but disregarded it. She looked in the window and saw the frozen treats. She kept walking down the road, not realizing what she had seen.

She suddenly stopped, her mind blanking for a moment, save one thought. "SNOW CONES!!!!" She immediately cloned herself a few dozen times, deciding to make an entrance. The clones were all wearing various armors, and roaring up for a battle like scene. Mira herself had half of her face painted blue and ran back and forth before the horde. "I am Fantastic Mirage. And I see a whole army of myself,
here in defiance of the hot day! You have come to fight as free fillies. And
free fillies you are! What will you do without Snow cones? Will you fight?"
"Two thousand against ten?" - the pony shouted. "No! We will
run - and live!"
"Yes!" Mira shouted back. "Fight and you may lose. Run and you
will thirst at least awhile. And dying in your bed many years from now,
would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for
one chance, just one chance, to come back here as young fillies and tell
our enemies that they may take our lives but they will never take
our Snow Cones!"

The Horde roared in agreement, and started rushing down the hill towards the snow cone shop, with Mira running in front. She was laughing wildly, what a way to welcome a new shop, with a horde of fillies chanting, "SNOW CONES! SNOW CONES! SNOW CONES!" She saw the ponies inside, and the pony at the door look at the mob, and started laughing even harder.

[Amaroq]

      Now, there are a couple things that happened to poor Frostling's shop in, what felt like milliseconds. The sky blue hued pony sat up from where he'd been knocked onto the floor by the black and purple mare and reached up a hoof to tug at his scarf nervously, causing the blue and white knitting to stretch back and forth. He panted, in shock. A pony had practically bulled herself through his shop front and destroyed everything.

    His emerald gaze snapped up to look at the counters that had once been stark white, and were now a rainbow mess turning brown as all the colors mixed into one. He let out a wail of alarm, let go of his scarf, and clapped his hooves over his ears. His jaw dropped as he began to panic. He started to rise to his hooves but ended up slipping back down to the floor, hooves losing grip on the wet floor.

    Frostling sobbed as an oddly colored pony barged in and covered his head with his hooves, simply cowering on the floor as all these things happened in such a perfect sequence. He felt so numb,  number than any ice had ever made him. Not even burying himself in a huge pile of snow, in the dead of winter, was as cold as this.

    The icing on the cake, however, had yet to be spread. As a plethora of fillies chanted and raced towards his shop, poor Frostling began to tremble as the ground shook from the charging army of illusions.

    After everything seemed to calm, only moments later, he lifted his front hooves from his head and looked around, seeing bright lights in his vision from closing his eyes so tightly. Everything was an absolute mess. The bottles of flavoring had all but been destroyed. Vanilla dripped onto the floor to blend with cotton candy, and blueberry mixed with caramel. The ice machine had been knocked from the counter and in pieces on the filthy white and black checkered floor. The bowl of raspberry flavored ice had been scattered all over the floor, the bowl itself turned upside down by the back door.

    Frostling started in shock at his pride and joy. The first day, the grand opening, of his snow-cone shop was now an absolute disaster. He felt a swelling in his chest as his visage began to waver. He was a rather concrete pony, typically. He worked hard, he had a strong resolve and a mule-stubborn personality. He'd always like to say that nothing could shatter his concrete barriers, but this? This was too much. He'd worked too hard, for far to long, for his very first day to begin like this.

    Jumping to his hooves, his chest heaving in and out as he panted. He ground his teeth together as he looked between the en masse of fillies, adorned in a variety of armor-- to the oddly colored stallion, to the hat-wearing mare. He said nothing for a minute or so, trying to gather his composure.

    The tears that had brimmed his eyes faded away as a look of utter disgust replaced them. "What," he began, his voice dripping with shere cold. "Have the lot of you done to my shop?"

[ForgottenExistance]

The mare didn't notice the strangly mis-matched pony until he spoke up, which caused her to jump in surprise. She had been staring in surprise at the devestation she had brought down on the shop from her clumbsy entrance. Though she was clueless, even she could tell that there was somthing off about the strange pony that walked in. But she wasn't sharp enough to really put the pieces together. Her senseless grin returned to her face and she retorted, "Nope! I was just...breakin' things," she admitted sheepishly before turning back to Frost. Her ears went back and she tilted her head curiously when she noticed that he had fallen, "And maybe breaking ponies..."

She of course hadn't tried to cause such colorful destruction, but she was too excitable for her own good. Amethyst took a few steps back to avoid the spill, watching the colors pool over the checkered floor. Somthing clicked in Am's brain, and she suddenly started grinning again, her ears returning to an upright position as she watched the destruction unfold. She found the devestating splashes of color to be inspiring to her creative spirit, and she couldn't tear her eyes away.

When Am stopped, she found herself only about a meter from the mismatched...pony. As much as she felt like she should recognize him, she couldn't really scrape together what it was about him that she should remember. It just wasn't fitting together in her brain. Even if it did suddenly snap to her that the pony was Discord in a simple disguised form, she probably wouldn't have been bothered. She was in an entirely different world at that point.

What did snap her out of her trance-like state was the sudden roar of fillies coming from outside of the shop. Quickly shaking her head of the artistic fog that clouded her brain, she turned to look out the door. Going a little wide eyed, she quickly backtracked away from the door, hugging the wall to avoid the mess on the floor before coming to a halt next to a window to watch the strange charging-line of fillies.

At this point, she decided that she'd stay still for once and just watch the events unfold. When it eventually grinded to the after-the-storm point, she hesitantly turned to the shop keeper. She lowered her head in an appologetic manner in silence, her ears flinching back at his words. She quietly spoke, much less cheer-y than before, "Uhh...sorry. Accident. Too excited?" she tried skeptically, doubting that any of them would be allowed back after such a devestating opening.

[CableZ]

Discord stepped to the side as the cacophony of fillies burst into the shop, he could immediately tell they were illusions, its like a magician knows how another magicians tricks are done. He was amazingly calm and nonchalant as this scene unfurled, his eyelids were half closed as if he were bored, and frankly all the mess didn't phase him. However seeing a grown stallion cry was enough to get his sympathies, Discord was never heartless..ok maybe he was but still, seeing a grown stallion brought to tears these days meant something to him. He recalled outside, there being a sign that proudly stated grand opening, and suddenly things started making a bit more sense. This was not the best way to start off a store, how problematic. He considering just tapping his hoof and fixing the whole mess, but that would reveal himself, as much of a good guy he was, self preservation was still on his mind.

Walking further into the shop from the doorway, he avoiding stepping in any puddles of melting ice and what not, and hopped over to a dry spot. There was a silence in the store, no pony knew what to say, Discord just looked around at the mess for a moment before tsking slightly.

"Well I do say, this is quite the mess" he wasn't trying to be mean, just stating the obvious "Quite the entrance you made my dear" He looked to the filly who had previously been laughing at his appearance, oh if she only knew. Frankly her entrance had made Discord smile somewhat, and he would have loved to had have some fun, but he didn't want to break cover. Looking around once more he brought his attention to Frostling, and gave a reassuring smile, revealing the fang that came from his lower jaw. "I'm awfully sorry about this mess, I suppose the chances of a snow cone are as bleak as that ice's chances" He was referencing the rapidly melting ice bits.

"I can't speak for these two, but I have a proposition for you, if I aid you in tidying this mess, will you indulge me in a frosted treat?" He smirked at the stallion, Discord was still a master of deals and manipulation.

[darktobias13]

The army came to a halt inside the store, and formed into ranks. The real Mira strode up the center, and pulled off her hat. The clones all poofed into smoke and retracted into the hat. She smiled, but the smile became brittle in the face of the owner's tone. She heard the jigsaw pony talk about her entrance. "Thank you, i always do like to make an entrance." Mira pulled her hat over her face, confused by the accusation of causing damage. "I'm sorry, but my illusions don't cause damage normally. I have no clue how it happened. I'm really sorry if i did do this, but i will help clean as well. My brother built something that might help clean! I will be right back." She sprung up and twirled, disappearing into thin air.
Mira reappeared after teleporting away with a wide brush broom and started sweeping. She didn't know what part of the mess she had made, but was set on cleaning up her mistake.

[Amaroq]

    Frostling's frustrations were shoved back by a stronger sense of dread. Why was this all happening in his shop?! He looked at Discord's pony-of-a-disguise, than to Amethyst Glow, and to the filly. He shook his head, defeated.

    "I suppose accidents do happen, and I suppose the excitement for snow-cones should be appreciated-- if not ... Feared, on some levels," he said, forcing a strained, narrow smile. "And please," he continued, eyes locking on the magical filly and her broom. "Please, if you want to help, please do so by hoof. I'd rather there not be any more damages, if they can be avoided. So, no magic."

    He turned his back on the two other ponies and called upon his magic to bring forth a some mops and buckets. He set them lightly on the floor, away from the majority of the remaining mess.

    "If you would, please. Help this filly in cleaning up the mess," said Frostling as he gathered up a cleaning cloth. It set the cloth to cleaning the counter by the shop window where most of the damage seemed to be concentrated. With another cloth, he began to gather up the bits of broken glass and ruined metal from the machine.

    "When you lot are done assisting me in cleaning my shop, I'll make us some snow-cones. But, only if you help me return this place back to the way it was before."

[ForgottenExistance]

Amethyst, realizing that most of the mess was indeed her own fault, quickly nodded at the mismatched pony's suggestion. Seeking atonement, she quickly set to work with the mop and bucket. Her entire tone changed as she started cleaning, surprisingly enthusiastically, as if it were the most fun to be had in ages. As she cleaned, she hummed to herself a new tune, and that dramatic grin returning to her face as quickly as it had left. It took very little to lift her spirits, and the thought of atonement was certainly enough for her.

Half dancing her way over to the far wall, she started moping from there, balancing on her rear legs and pushing her mop around with her front hooves. As much as she hated to admit it, this wasn't the first mess that she had to clean up because of her excitability, so had plenty of experience with mopping up what she had caused.

Am hummed to herself as she worked, bobbing her head enthusiastically to a beat that could only be barely captured in the high tones of her humming. She made it up as she worked, just mixing things together in a senseless manner to create an entirely original "cleaning tune". It was more than a little rediculous to see a full-grown mare bobbing her head to imaginary music as she mopped the colorfull floor.

[CableZ]

Having caused none of the mess, Discord wasn't entirely into his work, however the promise of tasty snow cone rewards was something worth working for he supposed. He had grabbed 4 dry rags, and tied them to his feet. As the mare and the filly mopped around the place, Discord skated around the shop, drying the floor as he went. He was very graceful, moving his legs in the way you would expect a figure skater to move. The floor got cleaner with every pass he made along the dampness coating it, He hummed a little tune as he did so, what sounded like orchestral music, like the music that one WOULD figure skate to.

Still, this working method was more than efficient, and soon the floor was perfectly clean, spick and span. Discord finished his job with a little flair, spinning around in a drift like motion as he finished, looking over his work. With a little smirk, Discord chuckled under his breath.

"Ah..now that's better" He said with a smile. "Now my dear Aqua blue fellow, may I PLEASE have a snow cone?"

[darktobias13]

Mira set aside her broom, and started gathering up thescattered bowls. She put all the bowls and cups she could find on the counter and eyed the broken ice machine. She hopped over to it and examined the broken parts. Living with an inventor had taught her the basics of repairing broken machines, and the ice crusher didn't seem too complicated. She felt around in her hat for a small secret pocket that she had sewn in, and pulled a small wrench out. She looked to the owner, and gave a quizzical look. "May I try and fix this." When he gave a doubtful nod, she went to work, replacing the gears from the broken scattered bits. Eventually she sat back and sighed. "It doesn't look pretty but it should work again. If you want it replaced, i'm sure my brother would be happy to make you a new one." She gave a bright smile. "By the way, my name is Fantastic Mirage, but everypony just calls me Mira."

[Amaroq]

    As the shop became cleaner and cleaner, so brightened Frostling's mood. He began to smile and enjoy watching as the three visitors worked together. The oddly-matched pony and his skating around the shop had Frostling chuckling as he observed the black and purple mare, humming to herself.

    His ears perked up at the voice of the small filly. He had nodded, what more damage could have been done? It was broken, and it clearly needed repairs. If she happened to tinker it back together incorrectly, he could always fix it himself later.

    With everything spick and span, cleaned and shining, he clapped his front hooves together and exclaimed, cheerfully, "Now! Snow-cones! If you would all please wait over by the back door, I'll have a batched whipped together in a jiffy!"

    Without further ado, Frostling used his magic to whisk away all the cleaning supplies and began preparations for making a fresh batch of flavored, shaved ice. First, he checked on his ice machine and found it to be in working order. While there wasn't any time to freeze more ice, he  could still use the grinder. From a freezer around the corner from the kitchen, he called forth a nice sized block of ice. He opened the lid to the machine and lowered the frozen square into its container. He pushed a lever with his hoof and a buff of black smoke rose as the machine barked into life. Within a moment or so, ice began to spew out from the grinder into a bowl that Frostling had magicked into place.

    Whistling as he worked, Frostling magicked open one of the higher wooden cabinets and pulled down three unmarked bottles of flavoring. One was blue, another red, and the third was white.  He smiled, joyously as he turned each of the three glass bottles upside down and into the bowl of ice. He set them aside so that he could shut the machine off.  A wooden spoon came to his call, pulled from a cabinet beneath the counter. The utensil spun around through the ice, mixing it with the flavoring.

    Finally, the light-teal stallion turned to the band of three. "It's snow-cone time!" Procuring four plastic cups, he scooped some of the now purple ice into each one. Grabbing one himself, he flashed a white grin. He had used his special flavoring for this occasion. Even if everything had been a mess, it was a time to enjoy and relax. Why not use the best?

    "This is a special batch, my friends. You see, I've used three very special flavorings. The ice isn't mixed all the way, so you may have a different taste in each of your cups! The flavor may surprise you, I warn you. Don't be too alarmed if it's a very strong. I did use a lot."

[ForgottenExistance]

((OOC: Sorry for the delay guys, I spent the day in the city.))

Amethyst stuck the mop in the bucket when their cleaning job was completely finished. She stepped back, admiring the work with an up-beat flare to her humming suddenly. Feeling accomplished, she trotted to the back door as instructed, practically radiating with enthusiasm and joy. She jumped to a halt, doing a rather childish dance in place like the floor were made of ice as she waited for her snow cone, humming all the while. Even though it was certainly not a choreographed dance, it somehow fit with the tune she hummed.

When she saw Frost coming back with their special treats, her grin seemed to multiply tenfold, and she quickly halted her ridiculous dance. She cut off her humming, and eagerly took one of the cones for herself. She beamed at Frost, "Thanks a bunch! Oh, 'n I'm Amethyst Glow, F.Y.I." she remarked happily.

"But hey, just call me Am. F'real. All my friends do!" she exclaimed before biting down quickly into the snow cone, her ears perking up at the flavor. She couldn't really complain...or say anything. She just started digging into the cone enthusiastically, not wasting a single taste.

[CableZ]

Discord gave a grateful smile and nod as he was handed his snowy treat, looking at it for a moment, admiring the colour and look of the perfectly made Snow cone. He debating how he was going to go about eating it, if he took it slow, it might melt in the scorching heat of the weather, even in this cooled shop, it was boiling hot. Looking at the others enjoying their snow cones, he decided to not delay the inevitable, and he just ate it whole. That was a mistake.

At first nothing seemed wrong, he just chewed on the flavored ice with a little smile, and all was well. Then came that creeping feeling in his head, it started out small in the center, and then escalated. An immense pain shot into Discord's head, he went wide eyed as it happened, it was the unmistakeable feeling in his skull. Crushing his eyelids together and he girpped his head in pain, Discord began changing, his mind was too unfocussed. His hoofs were the first things to change, with fingers sprouting from them , replacing the hooves that had been clutching his head. The process of change went down his arms as he continue to cry out in pain.

"b-b-b-braaaaaaain freeeeeze"

His back half began changing, his tail shook so fast that it became a blur, and turned into a dragon tail, while his back legs blurred, and morphed into a the leg of a lizard, and the leg of a goat. His body began stretching out and straitening up, his head began changing shape into his usual odd look. His eyes remained clenched closed, as two very different horns began to rise from his forehead, one a weird looking blue one, and the other a deer antler. He continued to stretch out, rising above the ponies as his body changing into his usual shape, getting thinner as he stretched out. Finally, two wings sprouted from his back, and a tooth popped from his upper jaw. Discord...was Discord again, he had fully transformed back to 'normal' just as the brain freeze had subsided. He opened his eyes slowly, fearing the pain might return, and there was a silence in the room as he did so. Once he was confident the pain was gone, he sighed with relief, and looked around to see the others. However...they weren't there, all he could see was ceiling. Slowly he looked down, and realized was had happened, he looked at his hands before dropping his arms to his side with an annoyed look on his face.

"oh...bother..that wasn't meant to happen" Discord sounded a bit annoyed, he then gave a sheepish smile to the others, hoping they wouldn't freak out.