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Moonbeam had been more quiet that morning. Anyone even mildly observant would also say more nervous, even if she tried to hide it. She didn't order anything. She also didn't say much of anything. She was trying to look tough and it wasn't going well. Every once in a while she'd look around at...

For all of her tough street talk before, Moonbeam simply nodded at the plan. She was about as green as her age and size suggested, and it was starting to show. The bravado being knocked off around so many unfamiliar faces taking up the actual heist. She didn't get much sleep at the end of...

"My body is made for combat, literally." Moonbeam said with a proud grin. The grin then faded a bit as she looked around "But I can be more defensive, I guess. and maybe a distraction. Not sure how well that will work. I figured I'd just be lighting up anypony who got in our way."

Moonbeam was actually a bit happy to hear the knock. She didn't begrudge anyone dancing, even if she... really wasn't sure how that was supposed to work. But she was more eager for the job. To get this done with. quickly opening the door and slipping out to meet with the others

"I still don't get why we can't bust in and snag the stuff." Moonbeam muttered "I mean unless this is an actual trap, we could probably get in and then back out fast enough, right?"

She nodded and just went back to her phone, still listening to the music while going over some PDFs of cybernetics textbooks. Her chrome's lighting dancing along with each song in perfect mechanical time even if her body itself just wriggled in a very bad off-rythem

"What? b-but.. uh, I can't really 'feel' any lights" she whimrped "Come on, don't frag me like this" she muttered

"I, Uh, I don't think I scan" Moonbeam said as her free wing twitched and shivered. The other pressing hard on the blankets as if trying to tear free, but more just making a cacophonous racket as metal and carbon fiber battered against itself. The girl giving a few very 'I have no rythem'...

She eeped and thrashed and flailed at the suggestion, soon tangled up in the blankets along with her cell phone. One wing poking out of the bundle of cloth while the other was pinned to her, looking dopily at Hazy and tilting her head a bit "I, I don't dance." SHe muttered grumpily. even as she...

She poked her head out just enough to see the dancing, then shook her haed and quickly pulled back in. "I don't know what you're doing." She didn't sound bitter or angry. Not even the teenagery resentment one might expect. Just more... confused.

Moonbeam took a moment to pop her head out and look at her roomate writing code, but then slipped back under her blankets. Eventually the bat pony's back end would poke out of the sheets some. A light shining though her blanket and the muffled sounds of overly high-pitched symphonic metal mixed...

Whatever bravado Moonbeam had before faded rather quickly. She more just milled about, waiting to see where people would go before picking whatever room was most empty. The bat pony girl quick to just find some blankets to slip under and wait until they could discuss what they would do about...

Moonbeam wanted to correct him. That the dark was good. That people needed chrome more than they needed 'inspiration'. If her sister was there she was sure Neon would know what to say. But she wasn't Neon. She just slumped a bit and shook her head distastefully watching the other ponies do their...

"Who are you?" The bat pony muttered as she looked down at the pavement and twitched her wings a bit "You don't look like a neighponese gothcore idol. You need more chrome, too, omae. Lots more chrome."

"Moonbeam Shine, Omae." She said rather plainly. Still a bit bitter about some of the things that had been said. Upon hearing Kai she turned to the one that he was talking to. Almost saying something to the crystal pony before thinking better of it and just folding her wings back over herself...

The cyborg girl looked at Kai while the others all seemingly decided to... go somewhere. The shell of confidence she'd been wearing cracked at that. Her whole body slumping a bit at the idea of moving to another location. "If it helps, I don't know how much help I'm going to be. I kinda figured...

"Even if they come heavy with the hardware, Omae?" the young girl asked. "I'm not gonna debate the Goddess here. But if you don't want to frag some slots, then I hope some of you have guns to help fix that."

"They aren't Luna's real followers." the cyborg pony said rather insistently, before sinking down and shaking her head "And I wasn't accusing our fixer of anything. Fixers get fragged too. But..." she sighed and shook her head "nevermind. I need the creds. We all do. Otherwise none of us would...

"Chiptruth" She said, glad that someone got what she was saying at least. "Goddess willing this is a milk run. But real milk runs are as rare as the sun." She said it as if she had any right to speak with authority on such matters. Made all the more hilarious when she shot a look at the one...

"I didn't think you'd understand, Omae." The girl said bitterly, shaking her head. "If the cred is good I'll do the deal. But if this is some kind of trap..." She tried to look tough. It really didn't work. The girl was, or at least looked, barely out of her foal years. She also looked...