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Pascal

@mlp_Pascal

Hive Inventor- name's Pascal, I'm all yours! Hand me that cord, would ya? ((RP account, EST. icon by @dreamyri!))

*Packing up, Pascal begins to skip off again, happy as a bug in a... blanket.* 🎵 Thousand lies 'n a good disguise... Something something something -ise! 🎵 Er... I forget that one. *She continues messing up songs, walking through the recesses of the Hive.*


*Without much further thought, she sticks the note to the phage device and lets it continue scouting the other end of the small hole.*


*Immediately the construct sticks onto the stone wall here, but before she lets it walk on down she stops it with her magic.* Ooh! For good measure! *She walks to the pack and tears a small memo pad out along with a chewed up pencil.* "PASCAL WUZ HERE >:)"


*With a small stone in her bag, she sparks some magic. The construct slowly starts to move its legs in the air. Pascal tries to focus REALLY hard on gently setting the lil guy in the opening.*


No no no... *She magics open the basket. Inside are a couple of phage looking doohickeys with tanks full of ichor.* Just one'a these guys... Hrm... Maybe two? Too greedy! One it is!


*Seeing nothing, she instead shouts into it.* Yo! Is someone out there? ... ... *She can hear the words reverberate in the walls of the hole, and matches her suspicions. No end means it either goes elsewhere in the hive or directly outside.*


*Pascal trots over to one of the smaller holes in the wall, sets the small basket in front of it, and stands on her back hooves a bit to see up into it.* Hrm... It does seem... *She closes one eye and puts the other to the hole.*


Th' holes have gotta be... *Basket still in mouth, she licks her nose and sticks it in the air.* Bingo!


*She skips down a corridor of the Hive with a wicker basket in her mouth, a muffled humming. There's a beat as she peeks her head around a corner.*


Not much to say other than I miss y'all and will always remember the commission/gift from @mlp_MoonCoral of the whole give family. 😭


*constructs an elaborate method in her head to automatically water her desk plant when she's out of the lab* *that she does have to refill daily*


*hides more secret chocolate in the walls of her office. You know, for emergencies* <.<


*Wonders if sheep dream of electric androids*


*the two play this game further into the night, escalating the number pot and restarting it when it’s set back to zero. The Mess Hall first aid kit has a serious lack of eye drops now, but it’s worth it.*


*the spark returns* “Four what?” Doesn’t matter! We’ll call it when we see it! *there is only a slight hesitation, as the guard puts down their mug as well and holds out a hoof* “You’ve got yourself a deal, sister.”


*Pascal looks over them a moment.* Tell ya what, how ‘bout this- you’re a mighty fine throne guard so I’ll make you ‘n offer! *she quickly sits up again and spits on a hoof, holding it out* Round two, double or nothin’! Winner gets Four! No takesies backsies!


“O-oh. So I lost this contest, you are saying?” *there’s a flicker of determination on their face before they realize they already blew it.*


‘Course! *Pascal sits back, contented grin on her face* No drone ‘round here DOESN’T know how a staring contest works! Nice try though!


“Er....” *the guard looks around a moment, taken aback by the rather aggressive approach* “I... I don’t, actually. Was this some sort of contest?”


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