>MDW: Hand over sweet loot. That's why you're here, right?
>MDW: Hand over sweet loot. That's why you're here, right?
It is not somepony else, it is something else:
It is the very idea of Mare-Do-Well, animated by the hope of all of Ponyville's citizen's powering Equestria's inherent magic. It is exactly as powerful, good, and mysterious as the citizens of Ponyville believe it is. However, it is also destined to die at the exact same time Ponyville does.
...>All of this: Actually be true.
>MDW: Become convinced that Applejack, is, indeed, the hottest pony in town.
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IDE/theory: The mysterious visitor is either a first guardian, Colgate pony, or both.
> Great Scott: Conduct Symphony
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>MDW: be the result of dual prototyping Trixie and a Darkwing Duck action figure.
Well, in all seriousness, I believe it's going to be one of the ponies that we know of who have spme sort of agenda, like Rarity, Luna, or maybe even Celestia?
Or it, or it's simply a pony that we don't know of yet, like Trixie.
So Rainbow Dash is her own Exile? I'd love to see what happens if that's the case.
I think it is far too early to begin assigning characters titles/roles/sets that are both not yet established in Hoofstuck and too early to assume that they would work the same, be named the same, or even come at the same time as they may have in Homestuck. I would advocate creative determination based off of simply what someone unfamiliar with Homestuck may think MDW is and what he/she/it may have to say.
>Still believes that MDW must be Colgate
>Also still believes that MDW should begin mysterious speech
>AJ: Ask "MDW" what she is doing here.
>AJ: Ask "Mare Do Well" what she is doing here.
You take a good look at your visitor. That's an authentic Mare Do Well outfit, all right. Rarity's craft work, can't even tell if she's got wings or a horn under there. Times like this it gets awful inconvenient that seven out of ten ponies have the exact same body type. "So... what are y'all doing in my barn, and where'd y'all get that fancy costume, anyhow?" you ask.
"Your closet was unlocked," she answers. You're pretty sure it's a she, anyway, though the voice is too darn muffled to identify her.
You shrug. "Ain't usually no problem with thieves round these parts. Didn't get much in the way of masked ponies breaking into our property, least ways not till y'all came along."
"Oh, and this costume was in your closet because you've never worn it before in your life, huh?"
You grin. You kinda like this girl; she's got spunk. "Fair enough. Still, don't excuse your stealing my stuff, does it? Weren't you gonna tell me what you were doing here?"
"Right!" She straightens herself, probably trying to look imposing or something. "Puny Applejack! I come to you... with a warning... from the future!"
"Well... not really, I guess. Hopefully not. Look, what do you know about time?"
"Thyme? Well, it's an herb, ain't it? Some folks use it at funerals, I reckon, place it on the coffins for good luck."
She groans audibly from beneath her hoof. "No, seriously, Applejack. Not thyme. Time."
"Ohhh, time! Well, why didn't y'all just say so in the first place!" You keep talking, ignoring her muttered protests. "Time is... well, it's like a great big wheel, I reckon. Or maybe a whole series of wheels, all spinning at different speeds. You got your little wheel that measures out ten hours at a time, three times a day, and a bigger wheel with the sun and the moon going 'round and 'round Equestria, and an even bigger one for the seasons and years, and so on. All spinning and spinning, day and night and summer and winter and stuff coming over and over again forever as we all busy ourselves with work and friends and getting older."
She's silent for a moment, and you think you hear her mutter "same old Applejack" or something. "Well, okay," she says at last, "I guess I can work with that. So tell me, Applejack, what do you do with wheels?"
"Fix'em to things? Carts, mills, whatever?"
"Exactly! So imagine all your different sized time wheels are all attached to this one cart -- hey, hey, let me finish!" she says as you raise your hoof to object that fitting a cart with a bunch of wheels of all different sizes would be pretty stupid. "They're all on this one cart, and that cart is, I dunno, Equestria or the universe or something. Got it?" You nod. "And all the time everypony's pushing the cart forwards. But then one day somepony decides to start pushing the cart backwards, and all the wheels go backwards with it, the sun and the moon and everything. Pretty soon you're somewhere -- sometime -- you've already been. And then that gives you a chance to do things differently than you did them the last time you were then! Am I making sense?"
"Well, you're sounding a little bit loopy," you say, "but then here you are wearing a giant hat and a big purple bodysuit, so I guess I should trust you."
"Celestia, I had almost forgotten how stubborn you can be," she says, though she sounds more affectionate than angry. Mysterious costume thieves sure are weird. "Look, you don't have to understand it, okay? Just accept that I'm from a future -- not your future -- and I'm here to give you two... no, let's make it three warnings! Everything's cooler in threes. And, um, maybe it's best if you don't tell anypony else about this? I have no clue what kind of weird effects that might have."
"Ain't promising nothing."
"Fine," she says, "here goes. First, you're going to play Pinkie's game. I know you're not gonna want to, but you will, because you did, which is to say... okay, I don't totally get it all either. The point is, there's no sense in fighting it, because things have already happened because you are going to play it. And the sooner you accept that, the less fighting there'll be and the happier everypony will be with each other!"
"Second, um, you're the element of honesty. So... if you ever get a chance to be honest about, uh, how you feel about, uh, somepony... take it, okay? Trust me, this one's important, even if I can't tell you why."
"Third..." she starts to snicker beneath her mask. You get the feeling this third point might not be so very serious.
"Third, if you ever have a daughter who, when she's eight years old, accidentally sets fire to the living room rug, go easy on her."
Yeah, I'm going to go with something along the lines of
>RD : Be confused.
>AJ: Have an emotional system shock from the new knowledge, leading to a re-evaluation every potential bachelor/spinster you might be with in the future.
I think it's pretty clear by how this pony talked, that she must either be rainbow dash or some relative thereof. I am irked at this pre-determined relationship. But wait! It is not predetermined! because she hints that the future is.. change-able? or something along those lines.
>AJ: Continue as if nothing happened.
>AJ: Believe nothing happened.
>RD: Quick, captchalogue something! You must use sources that invariably change things to verify that this is the real life, and not just fantasy (and that you may, or may not, be caught in a landslide)!
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