turkeevm: переводы

→“Still, I would have expected one of them to be a little more difficult,” I said with a scowl. “Getting past them just because you’re a smooth talker seems like… cheating.”

→“I told you, Babe. I have no interest in harming them, these ‘overcharged spark capacitors in apple grenade housings’ aren’t gonna harm em, and we’re not gonna harm em now that they’re out. Why should they see me as a threat?” I snorted, levitated out some more cable I’d collected from below, and trussed them up like all the others we’d encountered. Just like the last nine, these three didn’t have a single weapon on them that didn’t go ‘zap zap’.

→“It’s somewhat depressing that that’s the tenth time that’s worked,” I said as I approached from down the hall where Boo and I’d been watching. “I never get this far without shooting somepony or somepony shooting me.”

→“Woah. You look good, Daddy!” Scotch Tape gushed, rushing down the last few steps to hug him.

→“P-21?” I asked, a little bemused at the sight of him. Hoity Toity stood nearby in an equally magnificent maroon tuxedo. I wondered where he’d acquired such fine garments, but I supposed that, if I were a ghoul like him, my most precious possessions would be such clothes.

→We walked to the staircase leading down to the ballroom. Prince Splendid waited at the bottom, and Glory sighed. Then I noticed a stallion in a tux waiting casually beside him. Small, a little thin, but incredibly handsome with an impeccably combed mane. Calm blue eyes looked right into mine, and for a moment the crowd seemed to fade into the background. It was just the two of us as I descended, each step like a timeless eternity until I reached the bottom. Then he reached out, curled his fetlock around my foreleg and lifted it to his lips, pressing his lips to the end. Then he looked into my eyes, his lips curling slightly, and asked casually, “So, was all this a part of the plan?”

→That was the least I could do after all the trouble I’d caused them.

→Maybe I was squandering what little time I had left, but the Goddess had filled my brain with so many blocks and erasures that I was worn down trying to fight her. I wasn’t sure I could physically say the word ‘goddess’ after all she’d done to me. So, I could make sure my friends could take care of everything once I was gone.

→As my friends and I walked along the hall towards the stairs that lead to the ballroom, I looked from one to the next. Scotch Tape commented on how Glory’s dress made her at least one fifth cooler. Rampage hung back, looking oddly sweet in her insecurity. Boo just seemed keen on getting to the festivities. Lacunae met my eyes, visions of Galas long ago swimming in hers as the Goddess slowly eroded what little resistance remained between her and us. The void fetish had bought me one last evening, at most.

→Grace, without missing a beat, replied primly, “Yes. Yes it does.” Then she looked at the rest of us and asked smoothly, “Don’t you all agree?” Her tone implied that, if any of us didn’t, then clearly there was something reprehensible about us, so naturally we all nodded. The olive filly beamed quite happily.

→“What? It looks good, doesn’t it?” Scotch Tape asked plaintively.

→“Sorry. That was the only filly-sized outfit that Charity possessed,” Lacunae replied. “And she insisted on the makeup.”

→“That! I wanna wear something like that! Quick! Someone disintegrate me!” Rampage said with an eager grin. “Do you have one in black?”

→“That is not a Rarity,” Grace said delicately. “That is a Sweetie Belle.”

→“So’s mine!” Scotch squealed as she jumped out of the bathroom. It was certainly… something, though nothing I could ever see Rarity creating. It was a one piece vivid pink bodysuit with glaring neon green slashes all across it. Perhaps it might have been tolerable, but Scotch Tape had taken it upon herself to… where did she get her hooves on bright pink makeup!? It was painted jaggedly around her eyes, and she’d styled her blue mane in spikes with some kind of stiff mane gel. “Don’t I look awesome in my Rarity outfit?”

→“That is not a frou-frou outfit! That is a Rarity,” Grace said with mild reproach.

→Rampage stared at the white unicorn, then snirked. “You are so full of it. If it symbolizes that, then I should give it to Blackjack. She’s actually eaten my heart.” Well, didn’t that comment get a somewhat disturbed look from my cousin! Rampage, though, appeared somewhat mollified. “Alright. Fine. I’ll wear this stupid, lacy, frou-frou outfit.” She looked to the bathroom door. “Hey! Scotch! You ready?”

→“Absolutely,” Grace said with utter sincerity. “If you think about it, those pearls symbolize the... skulls of your defeated enemies. And that mane pin is the heart of your foes that you’ve ripped from their chest.”

→Glory stepped out of the tub and shook herself, then fluttered her wings and walked up to me. “If you say you don’t deserve to look like this, I’m going to thump you,” she said, giving me a wet nuzzle. Grace smiled, levitated over towels, and gave Morning Glory every bit of attention she’d given me. “You’re quite good at this, Grace,” she commented as her rainbow mane was brushed by one floating brush while another took care of her tail.

→I couldn’t talk as I looked at Grace, tears welling in my eyes. If only mom could have seen me like this. “Thanks,” I muttered, dropping my eyes.