prissy_hooves | 8th Dress

[So, it's been exactly one week since Rarity was brutally murdered by Black Mage because he didn't feel like paying for his Halloween costumes. She's been very scarce since coming back the next morning, not really sure of how to deal with having been through such a harrowing experience. Most of the ensuing week was spent hiding in her room, cloaked in a black shawl she'd made for herself shortly after waking up in the doghouse again. The first few days, she just kept herself locked in there entirely, refusing to even eat. Eventually, as the week wore on, she started coming around more, but always with the shawl wrapped around herself. But even Rarity knows that you can't dramatically mope over something forever, even if it is completely terrifying. So she's heading for the phones to let everyone know she's okay. By playing it off and acting totally fine.]

[Phone; unfiltered]

...Well. That certainly wasn't an experience I'm keen on repeating anytime soon. Mr. B.M. - in the future, if you are unsatisfied with my work, you need only say something. Not that I have any intention of doing business with you again in the first place, of course.

...

There. Now that that trifle is out of the way, can anypony tell me more about this Halloween holiday we appear to have coming up next week? Is it anything at all like Nightmare Night? It sounds rather similar.

[Nina has been worrying about Rarity since that day. When trying to encourage her to eat didn't work, eventually Nina gave up and decided to let Rarity recover in her own time. She blames herself for what happened. For not telling Rarity about Black Mage. For not protecting the house better, somehow.

But guilt is secondary to concern for Rarity's well-being, and for a while, Nina simply left her to herself, not sure what else to do or how to help.

Today, Rarity seems to be doing a bit better though, so Nina will broach the subject sometime after she's gotten off the phone. She'll try not to be too mopey about it. The last thing she wants is to make Rarity feel even worse, after all.]

Rarity?

[Sitting and reading a book behind her.]

How are you feeling?

Lady Rarity!

You're all better! I was so worried, nyaa! It was so bad!

[He is crying. He is so, so very much crying.]

[Rainbow Dash hears Rarity talking on the phone, but says nothing.

A little while later, Rainbow Dash is knocking on the door.]

action;

no subject

[Phone]

no subject

phone