Voicetesting, My Little Pony, High Fantasy AU, heading for My Little Jamjar!

[wizardofharmony]

My dear Mundane,

Wouldst thou truly add another source of distraction when thou'rt so eminently distractible as - why, as I am?

I cannot say that the world thou wouldst send me to holds no interest to me. The Gate of Reflected Worlds has always held a particular fascination with me - the idea of speaking with of other creatures with the reason and hearts of human beings, of LEARNING their ways and their magics truly tempts, my Mundane. And I would travel between the distant shores reflected in the Gate's argent door.

But the time is not ripe. There is much work to be done, so much chaos you've yet to organize and make harmonious... Thou dost claim that thy formal studies for this year are almost complete and as such thou'st more time to spend, and this is true; but we both know full well that 'almost' is not 'is.'

And I've my own matters to attend to among my newest sisters. Important ones. Such as Dianoxia's imminent return, portending the world plunging into night eternal. And the evil men and women in hoods chanting "Sol nunquam resurgere, sol nunquam resurgere, Nox aeternal gloriosa" without respite. Dost thou remember that, o slack-brained butter crock? Thou shouldst know that very well, given how extensively thou'st written on it!

Madre del Sol y dela Luna. I apologize; I did not intend to insult thee. I fear that I am falling into panic, and beg thy pardon. Still, you must understand the enormity of my quest, by Megan's Horn.

Attend to thy duties and I shall attend to mine.

In all Honesty, under the light of the Sun and the Moon,

Lucia Bolido, the Sparkle in Twilight; Journeyman of the Arts of Wizardry, in this year 999 Anno Caelestian.

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[jack_you_up]

[Humans versions are one thing, but this...this...]

Twilight?

[wizardofharmony]

Sometimes I am called... such...

[And she stops on hearing that voice. She turns around at the source, and takes out a small pair of spectacles, and stares back.]

Jacq. You sound exactly like the Warden Jacq.

What - who are you?

[mitternacht_pferd]

[Well this brings her back, for better and for worse.]

Thou need not worry of thine world's troubles, thine mundane can return thee back the very second thou wouldst left, in but a blink of thine eye like thou hadst never left. Though memories may be absent upon thine return.

Words of caution, thine speech pattern is considered...'archaic' by most and thou willst have to adjust accordingly.

[wizardofharmony]

[She cringes at the 'thou.' 'Thou' is earned, to her. But she recognizes the voice. Half-recognizes, Lucia thinks.]

You speak to me in a very familiar way, and yet... I find myself at a loss. Have we met?

To take one from their world and return them at the same instant would be a very powerful working. I would not think any mortal capable of creating such a gate. Fey magic, perhaps, but not mortal magic.

[mitternacht_pferd]

[Ah the wonders of the multiverse, as Twilight or rather Lucia will learn.]

Muns are capable of many feats. Gods, mortals, and beasts are all subservient to their power to a certain extent.

No... we have not met. Though I trust I may share similarities to someone else you might know?

I am Princess Luna; the princess of the night of the fair land of Equestria.

[wizardofharmony]

Mundanes have a certain small... authority over those who'se tales they would pen, yes.

[And she catches the name. And stares, in awe. And bows, low.]

Then you are the reflection of Diana, and free of the demon that took hold of you. My liege... thou'rt... you are hope for my quest.

[She's fighting between the urge to greet you as a friend and the protocol demanded of royalty.]

[mitternacht_pferd]

Some more than others.

[Luna can't help but chuckle slightly]

Do not worry, there is no need for such formalities here.

Indeed. It was you and your friends that purged the darkness that eclipsed and nearly swallowed my heart and soul, for that I cannot repay you enough; regardless of which world you hail from. And I am certain you will succeed in your quest.

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

Trixie applauds your theatrical style of speech and deems it to highly fit in many a performance, human!

[wizardofharmony]

[Face, meet palm. Before she turns to face Trixie, she mutters]:

Trixie. Of course there's a Trixie Trismegustos here. My luck is as constant as the northern star.

[Then, she turns.]

Hail and ill met by moonlight. What do YOU want, Trixie?

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

Trixie is loath to think that to be a proper greeting. She demands to know if that is any way to treat the most dazzling showmare in Equestria when all she does is offer you a compliment?

[wizardofharmony]

...tell me, o Trixie the Thrice Great, greatest prestigitator of... it would be Ponyville for you, one supposes - who do you believe me to be?

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

[Trixie the thrice great? ...Meh. It doesn't have as much weight to it as "Great and Powerful Trixie". She goes ahead and takes a closer look at the human. ...She recognizes that hairstyle anywhere.]

...Sparkled One...?

[swordsage]

Save that, as ever, your pleas fall on deaf ears, as do mine. Once the so-called "mundanes" get the wild ideas in their heads, our burden and duty ends up being 'dancing to their whims'.

[She flicks an ear idly, and frowns, then brightens a little]

However, if my mundane ever gets off her hindquarters and finishes my "application", so to speak, perhaps I'll see you there. Pigs may also fly. Then again, she might surprise me.

[wizardofharmony]

[Okay, that earned a laugh.]

Truth. 'S Honest truth. Hail and well met, bringer of Honesty and Laughter.

I do hope that I see you there, if Equestria is in my fate.

[swordsage]

It was not my intent; but if it serves, so be it! Besides, a thing I have learned is that laughter balms the soul. Therefore, I will not disparage bringing it.

[Approximating a bow as a pony; not so easy, but she makes the attempt.]

Maebhrin Tillinath, at your service.

[wizardofharmony]

The people of my world oft say that Honesty and Laughter are sisters.

[And she bows in return.]

I am Lucia Bolido, and a wizard of the Caelestial Queendom.

[swordsage]

I fear I've never heard of the Caelestial Queendom. Then again, I shall suppose you've never heard of Tuarhievel or Diemed, either. [She gives an awkward smile, then.] The former is where I grew up; the latter, where I currently hail from.

Nor am I a pony, normally, but since I am told I have to be, it seems I am now?

[marearcana]

Fair warning, don't take it too hard if you're mistaken for royalty.

[The other other her had... problems with that.]

[wizardofharmony]

...I would be perplexed, but I cannot think of how it would be a blow to me. Besides, I can handle myself in court if the need arises. Having the patron I did required it, by Megan's horn.

[...ah. She recognizes you. Her. Herself. Whatever. And this deserves a sigh, and a bow.]

Hail and well met by sunlight, Harmony's bearer.

[marearcana]

It's nice to meet you as well. I haven't exactly done much in the way of politics, myself, actually, for several reasons.

[Inexperience being one and... well, the other one hardly needs to be said here.]

[wizardofharmony]

In Honesty, 'Tis still strange to me to myself reflected as one of thy kind - the last of the Alicorns was Megan, in my world, and she is legend. But I am glad to have met thee, none-the-less.

Hah. Complex magical formulae have and will always be simpler than affairs of state. Tell me, thy- YOUR Highness, are the other Element-bearers there? In abundance, hah.

[magicalrealist]

As long as you don't mind there being two other Twilights, you'll be fine.

[wizardofharmony]

In a world so like my own, it stands to reason. Especially given that the world is a dimensional sinkhole - it would attract those most like it's own people first.

Hail and well met, Twilight Sparkle, Magestar's Bearer. Could... you tell me why such traps are called 'jam jars?' It doesn't seem to be a very apt metaphor.

[magicalrealist]

I'm honestly not too sure if it, myself; my best guess is because those kinds of games don't allow anyone to return home whenever they'd like, holding them there as a jar would hold its contents.

If it's any consolation, the one you're headed to had a few breathing holes poked in.

[wizardofharmony]

A world as the jar and it's lid as the barred and locked gate, or a summoner's circle... I can see it.

"Breathing holes?" Or space to breathe, at any rate. It's... pastoral. Idyllic. More peaceful than my own world.

[She leans on her staff, and sighs. Her expression drops, and she looks both weary and sad.] That and the fact that I will likely return, and in time to finish the work that I have started... that is consolation enough for me.