Agentassault

//Woe be upon ye, sprite edit scene for this post. All sprites/backgrounds originally made by Paul Robertson. Despite a recent bout of snow, the streets of Ponyville are quite lively this Sunday afternoon. While the majority of those on the streets are bundled up to keep warm, three in particular seem quite underdressed. "So, you got attacked by Silver's photographers too?" Juno asks his friend while the two walk along the streets of Ponyville with their agent, Spot in tow. "Yep. Only barely managed to beat them too. Check out this wicked bruise I got from the fight!" Nar stops to lift up his shirts, revealing a massive purple bruise on his back where he received a divekick from a speeding pegasus. "Gnarly." Says Juno. "Put some ointment on that, kid." Responds Spot, mildly disgusted. When Nar puts his shirt back down, his mood instantly shifts. Down the sidewalk stands perfection in physical form. At least, that's what the guy standing there would tell you. As if knowing the three would walk down this road, Silver Stone blocks their path. "Well well well. If it isn't Vanhoover's biggest failures." The 'insult' causes all three men to pause. Silver does know they're still THE #1 band in Vanhoover, right? They were #1 on the national charts for a few weeks too! "I-." Juno's attempt at a response is cut off by Silver. "Save it. I'm here to end this beef right here, right now." Silver's words seem to light a fire inside Nar. His face contorts into a massive grin, and he takes up a fighting stance. "Oh yeah? Then let's go!" In response, Silver waves a dismissive hand. "Oh no. I won't be doing any of the fighting. That would be my agents." The three men look around for a moment. They don't see any agents. Their confusion only deepens with the smug smirk Silver is giving them. "Dude. Did you.. forget to call them or something?" Juno scratches his head. "Look again." Silver states. His smirk somehow getting even larger. Surveying the street again, Juno is met by flashes of green from all over the street as seeming bystanders reveal themselves to be changelings. Each changeling looks practically identical to one another. Shoulder length green hair without a single stray strand. Professionally tailored green suits with immaculate white undershirts, and seafoam ties. Not to mention... combat boots? Juno's raised eyebrow elicits an explanation from Silver. "Function over form, you know? High heels aren't great for fighting in." Between Nar, and Juno, Spot begins to roll up his sleeves. "Your agents huh? Let me at 'em! Let me at 'em!" He begins to march towards one group of agents, only to be stopped by Nar. "Spot. You're a 62 year old man with very little experience in fights. I'm not going to let you get yourself hurt." At this, Spot grumbles, but relents. "I took some boxing lessons as a kid..." 'Damn! Now he's making me look bad! Better do something so the media doesn't think I'm completely heartless!' Silver points to spot. "Ladies, don't rough up the old guy. He's not in the beef." Nice thinking Silver! Now the media will think you're secretly a nice guy! Juno assumes a stance, and takes one last glance over his shoulder. "You ready?" "Hell yeah!" Nar responds, just before the agents close in. #rp