The Roles Ponies Play

"Epi-epilogue, seriously?" Discord scoffs and pokes at the book on the table.

Pinkie grabs the book and holds it tightly to her, "Like the title says, dont equestrian it."

Discord walks away, waving his paw dismissively, "Questrion equestrian whatever." He also holds up a small sign that says: 'Don't = Punctation = ???' while not bothering to use his breath on addressing it.

"That too. Besides, that's how a Pinkie does it." She sticks her tongue out and beedah's at the multi-part creature.

Discord stares at you with his lopsided eyes and a lopsided grin.

Gan says, "Discord, knock it off. We don't need THAT label attached to this story, too." He leans down and pats Pinkie's shoulder, whispering something. She smiles and puts the book back down, flipping to the very first page that shows the title, another depiction of the cover art and several colored labels indicating content.

"Fine." Discord snaps his claws. A certain randy label disappears off the list of tags. Still a mature story, but not THAT mature.

The book closes of its own accord, the D&D artwork fully displayed on the front cover.

Gan spends a moment admiring the artwork, then takes a certain smiley sticker off his nose and puts it on the winged horse in the background. If one were to look very closely, one of those ears was not an ear, but an alicorn's horn. The book floats over to a vast bookshelf and inserts itself in an empty spot between two books. He smiles at Pinkie, who is positively bubbling with happiness over the sticker, or something else. Maybe both. He hums to himself and murmurs, "I wonder if she will ever know the pivotal role she played, instead of just writing a terrible script."

"Giving is getting!" She exclaims. "Now that THAT silliness is settled, I have to get back and throw a party." She leans over to Gan and uses one hoof to keep Discord from hearing as she whispers, "New pony hitting the scene! He is white with a...mark that is black, and blue, and thin, and straight as a-"

"Pinkie!" Discord exclaims, obviously hearing every word, though this time he is serious for once. That is kind of scary.

"No...totally not even close to being a Pinkie, well, he is straight, but like he's nowhere in the same ballpark, comparing my version of straightness to..."

Gan clears his throat, "Ahem...Pinkie Pie." He points at you.

Pinkie glances at you and blushes, "oh!" she squeaks out. "Totally didn't even forget they were still here." She zips up her mouth, literally, and throws away the zipper pull. Literally because you just saw it in writing. BAM!

Discord watches the little metal tab bounce away. "Hm. I would have used a KEY myself..." He pauses, then tilts his head, "Please do correct me if I'm wrong, for I so love a challenge, but are you and he not in two completely separate universes?"

Pinkie grins, zipper nonexistent, "When has that ever stopped me? Besides, he isn't due back for at least an assassination attempt or two. Okily dokily see yas arounds!" She hops up and bouncies into the aether.

Gan watches her leave and sighs, "I sometimes question the unleashing of either of you on that world." Discord eyes him. He waves a hand, "Worlds."

"Yes, indeed, the truer question is which of us do you pay attention to more," Discord ponders absently. Gan knows better than to take the bait, so he raises a brow, waiting. "In any case, the answer to your question ever remains the bedrock that shoulders the suffering and...dare i say, chaos?" Gan quietly watches the embodiment of chaos expectantly. Discord rolls his eyes and says flippantly, "Stagnation. Or to avoid it, if one were to narrow it down to understandable terms." He winks at you. "Well, here is to keeping the old wheel turning." Discord takes a long pull on his cup of chocolate milk after raising it briefly.

Gan smiles softly and nods. "You didn't mind at all?"

"Of course not." Discord wipes away his mustache, which jumps off his arm and runs around on the floor until he stomps at it a few times. "It was stimulatingly refreshing and simultaneously regressing, right down to the cataclysmic main events." A small mushroom cloud puffs above his cup. He stares into the cup with one big eye and tosses it over his shoulder.

"I did have you in mind, and I pay more attention than you care to acknowledge." Gan clearly is trying to poke at the embodiment of chaos. Or is it something more? Discord also knows well to quit while he's ahead, regardless of what Gan says or does. Whatever rules that dissolve in Discord's purview, Gan's would be followed.

Discord quirks one eye at Gan, as if he were a giant cup of chocolate milk that just had a meteor land in it. "Yessss...as did they, for all the accusations I received during and after. You know that little lavender minx of a Twilight accused me of knowing far more of what happened than I had let on. The nerve!" Despite Discord's drama, Gan catches his dual meaning.

He grins at Discord, "Indeed. Just think if I had entrusted her with the secrets of the multiverse."

Discord shudders. "And I thought I was the spirit of chaos. Now to go fix my already useless reputation, or make a new one. Oh what role must I play now...no hints?" Gan shakes his head 'no'. Discord shrugs and snaps his claws once more, flashing into nothingness.

Gan muses, "I wouldn't say useless, not by a long shot, my child."

He fades away, only to reappear next to the bookshelf and idly scans the titles. Forgotten Realms, Shrek, Narnia, Oz all tickle his brain, whole story arcs playing themselves out in his mind's eye as he remembers them. His eyes alight back onto the most recent addition. He reaches up and takes the dragon and pegasus illustrated book back off the shelf, perusing the cover. His eyes brighten at the haphazardly cut and pasted artwork. After an eternity, or a moment, he lightly caresses the smiley face sticker with his fingers. "...all my children, and all the roles you play."