*Frowning lightly.*
I’m the most advanced prototype created to represent CyberLife. Oh, where are my manners.
*Pleasantly, he holds out a hoof to @mlp_Onyia.*
RK800, affectionately referred to as ‘Morpho’. *The word ‘affectionate’ makes him giddy.* And you are?
*It wouldn’t be until tomorrow that she is discovered in that Ponyville alleyway by a passing pony. That the police would investigate the scene of the crime and gather what evidence and witness accounts they could. And also to arrest a most…unusual suspect*
! *She hisses and lunges at the laughing silhouette, only to suddenly freeze in place. Frozen in a running pose, with a snarling expression stuck on her face*
?: Hah ha ha hah ha. It serves you right, you old hag of a prosecutor. Firing me was the biggest mistake you ever made.
What are /you/ doing here?
*without a further word, the voice throws something at Moynihoof. Something that shatters and splats her with a liquid upon impact* Argh! *Moynihoof wipes at the liquid on her chest with her hoof which, like her chest, is starting to turn hard and gray
?: ….Hmhmhmhm. *a female voice behind Moynihoof chuckles in the darkness of the alleyway* Choice words, huh? Like what? “You’re fired!”? or maybe like…”May I never meet you again for as long as I live”?
! What-? *Moynihoof stops* That voice. *she turns around*
Well let’s just see how you’ll ignore the police. *she sends a TB out to the local precinct before deciding to trot into the alleyway* And when /I/ come around through the alleyway, you’re going to hear some choice words from /me/ personally.
*she trots away from the wagon and looks toward the front, where she sees what looks to be an earth stallion standing there, hitched to the wagon* Hello? Sir? Will you kindly move your wagon so I can get past? …./Hello/? Can you hear me?…. Hmph! Ignore me, will you?
*as she trots around the corner, she takes notice to a large wagon blocking her path* Ugh! What in the-? What manner of feckless imbecile left their wagon in the middle of the path? *she trots to the wagon and peeks inside* Hello? Anypony? *no answer*
*A certain snek-horse prosecutor trots on her way to her Ponyville apartment after a long day of work. She sighs tiredly*
(Another late night at the prosecutor’s office. I really must learn to simply take my work home with me every once in a while. I’m sure Albino would agree.)