dear_mun | Voice test for mylittlejamjar, canon is Fallout Equestria

A chance to meet the Mare of the Ministry of Peace, to learn from her, and to bring that knowledge back to the Wastelands? Why on Celestia's green Earth would I be angry about that? No, this is a wonderful idea.

It's just a bit of a delicate time. With Pip seeking answers in a tin of mints and our actually having a real, literal chance to heal the world - well, I will be glad to be back as I left.

And there's the fact that Pyrelight is a sweetheart, but he's... not exactly healthy to have around. Should I really inflict that on an Equestria before the war? Do they even know what radiation sickness IS?

...I guess it's a good thing I know how to make Rad-Away, but then there's the question of how to heal Pyrelight if he's injured.

I still want to go. The chance to actually meet Fluttershy is too much for me to bear. Even if I have to pay for it with a song.

It's just... keep in mind the Ministry's code: "First do no harm." Not to the past, not to Pip and Calamity, not to anyone if I can help it.

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So Little Pip and Homage keep telling me. Calamity got branded for saying so. They just - burned away his Cutie Mark with a red-hot iron and replaced it with a lightning bolt.

I hope they're right. I really, really hope you're right, too.

Where are my manners? Call me Velvet.

Shit. And I thought my world had it bad.

Oh. I'm Applejack. Or Jappleack. Whatever you wanna call it.

Please don't, Applejack. I -

Misery poker is almost as boring to me as the regular kind, but at least I can win caps or ammo with Griffin Hold-Em. If you want to trade stories later that's fine, but you don't have to prove how hard your world was to bear.

It isn't as if there's not enough beauty to go around too, even in the wastelands. I'm... a lot more comfortable as a singer when it's my hobby, not a profession, just to start with.

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[She hates to admit it but in part? She finds what Velvet described, at least in part, kind of hysterical.]

My world isn't hard to bear, it's just dumb as hell.

There's beauty anywhere, if you know where to look. It can just take some time for it to shine.

Yes.

[Pyrelight chooses that moment to glide in and strut, the showoff.]

Even out of the most poisonous soil, it can grow.

The hell is that, a flying glowstick?

[As harsh as the words can sound, they don't actually seem to be said with any kind of malice. Jappleack even approaches Pyrelight, walking close to it. It's something she's never seen before, and it could be dangerous, but she doesn't appear to show any actual fear.]

He may as well be a flying nuclear pile. This is Pyrelight, a bale-phoenix. I wouldn't touch him without lead gloves, but he's a friend.

[Jappleack looks a little surprised at that and backs away, looking at Velvet. Still, it isn't fear. Just kind of mild surprise.]

You know what nuclear power is in your Equestria?

[She thought hers might be the only one that knew, and even that was just because Equestria was, or may as well have just been, some weird part of the United States, and less that it was an irradiated wasteland.]

Balefire, anyway. It leaves the ground radioactive for years.

Balephoenixes and ghouls can absorb radiation, take it into themselves and sustain themselves on it like it's food. I've seen Pyrelight self-immolate and return like new, so long as the area was at least mildly radioactive.

Huh. Well, it's great to know that most Equestrias have some fucked up shit living on them.

[There's a part of her that just wants to drop the word "fuck" and all its variations as much as she can. Having been incapable of doing so in her game is driving her up the walls.]

...Have you ever even seen a place that wasn't a burnt out husk? That's probably not the best way to phrase it, but have you?

No.

(She BEAMS.)

Not until Littlepip, Calamity and I made one, with the help of a Griffin mercenary captain named Gawdwina. We took was was a prison camp and made it into a city. The first real civilization out there.

Homage crowed about that for weeks on all channels.

[Irradiated wastelands, prison camps, and mercenaries. Holy shit kid you're world just keeps sounding better and better.

But still, considering the second half of the message-]

Shit. How about that.

There's hope no matter where you are.

Homage calls it The Good Fight. I think we're winning.

Here's another universal truth for you?

Good tends to win in the end. It's reactive, and evil and bad shit tends to get a head start. But it never really conquers. It just thinks it does.

The only way it can win is if you decide to just give up.

You do rather sound like Homage. Guess I owe Pip a Sparkle Cola.

Not sure I fully catch what you mean. Do you know me? It's kind of a big multiverse out there, and if you think you do? You probably don't.

No, it's...

You're Honest. With yourself, first and foremost.

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YOU SAW NOTHING.

IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY I ACTUALLY DIDN'T

Re: IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY I ACTUALLY DIDN'T

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