[ Well then. Peridot has never seen a pony before, let alone a purple one, so she's pretty convinced that this is a talking Pokemon responding to her message, because hey! Every other clearly not-human shaped thing she's seen in this terrible world so far has been one of those little abominations.
But even that's secondary to the explanation she's receiving for all of the weirdness. She sits up a little straighter, looking shell shocked. When she speaks again she's quiet in that way can only be described as a calm before a storm. ]
The fabric of reality... Goes Haywire?
[ ...........
Her free hand gets thrown up angrily. ]
And everyone's just OKAY WITH THIS?!
[ The outburst makes the weedle wobble precariously on it's perch, but it ultimately remains anchored. ]
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But even that's secondary to the explanation she's receiving for all of the weirdness. She sits up a little straighter, looking shell shocked. When she speaks again she's quiet in that way can only be described as a calm before a storm. ]
The fabric of reality... Goes Haywire?
[ ...........
Her free hand gets thrown up angrily. ]
And everyone's just OKAY WITH THIS?!
[ The outburst makes the weedle wobble precariously on it's perch, but it ultimately remains anchored. ]