“Another holiday, another moment to cause a little mischief. Oh how I love these touchy-feely days, too easy to make a little trouble for a good pay-off of chaos magic~” Discord mused from his home, looking over the portals leading to far off places, as he planned a day out in which to collect chaos energy to refuel his own. Each held a good prospect of fun, already energy is being gathered passively to keep the flow of magic going, yet he was itching for a more active collection to strive off boredom.
Being bored only invites remembering things he rather keep buried about this holiday.
As many worlds as their are however, perhaps the best one to play a few tricks with is his own. With that in mind, he slips into the portal of the Pony World and find himself appear above the Crystal Palace. “Ah, what better place than the home to the Love Princess~”
Slipping into the Palace was easy enough, the halls more bare due to the holidays, leaving the place almost sad and cold if one took the time to reflect on it. He followed the halls until he came upon the throne room, a trick coming together as he approached. With a little magic, it was child’s play to create a whoopee cushion and slip under the pillow on the throne. With the trap set, he wills himself into one of the paintings on the wall and waits.
⦇⚜⦈一Hot tea made and carried carefully in her magic, Cadence made her way slowly back to the throneroom despite the fact that she wasn’t likely to get any audience. Though the idea of retreating to her bedroom wasn’t all that appealing either, when everything was just… hers. The one holiday that most ponies had considered calling it something like Cadence Day or something, and she just felt lonely, wishing that it was just a normal day.
⦇⚜⦈一Shaking her head to herself, she finally re-entered the throneroom though she wasn’t inclined to go sit on the throne just now. Instead she sipped her tea as she crossed the floor to an balcony and stared out to the nearly empty streets. Eventually though, she gave a sigh as she started her way to the throne. Watching the empty street was no better than watching the empty room. At least she didn’t have to put on a happy expression for the benefit of others.
⦇⚜⦈一”I hope this holiday just passes quickly…”
He watched as she passed the throne room, letting out a silent huff when she didn’t go straight to sitting down. Tapping his claws over the pony in the picture he took cover in, he watches her go to the balcony and look forlornly out at the empty streets.
This isn’t how he imagined this going, seeing how lackluster she is on a day that by all rights should be energizing her beyond belief. Even her Empire runs on Love, and she looks like she’d rather crawl back into bed and pretend it wasn’t so. He frowns, taking in the sight of this miserable Princess of Love, and feels that this is not fun. Pulling a trick on someone that already is a sack of sad defeats the purpose of making the energies that fuel his magic, there is no conflict of emotions this way.
Musings this, he watches her return to the throne room. If surprises and hidden pranks won’t do, perhaps another take on this will make the needed surge of mischief he desires.
After she sets off the whoopee cushion of course. Can’t go wasting a good prank now can we?
