What Fun Is There In Making Sense?

[Sir Discord]

[3rd; closed to any and all children of Discord]

Gliding down the streets of Canterlot - which were turning to soap before him and back into pavement behind him - balanced only on his eagle-clawed hand, one might think that the vigilante Captain Goodguy was off duty and simply messing around for his own amusement - which just wasn't true at all. Though he was out of his hero outfit, Sir Discord's red eyes were peeled and roaming the streets for any sign of trouble. As such, it might have been disconcerting to anypony else to see the empty eye sockets in his head; but half the fun of this business was being literal when it wasn't called for.

As he glided on, looking for all the world like a blind and grotesque figure-skater, something caught one of Discord's detatched eyes. A frown spread across the chaotic being's face, and a moment later the draconequus disappeared in a flash of white, leaving only an inconveniently placed patch of soap ground to show where he had been.

It was at the site of his detatched eye, a few blocks away, that Sir Discord poofed back into being in another white flash, right way up and with both eyes now present and accounted for. The vigilante law enforcer scratched his bearded chin for a moment as he looked down at the thing that had caught his attention.

That 'thing' happened to be a draconequus crossed with a pony, who Discord now towered over. Either oblivious to or purposefully ignoring how intimidating his height may have made him, the spirit of chaos pulled a magnifying glass out of thin air and inspected the other being all over.

"How fascinating, you must be one of my alternate universe children. Sombra told me you'd all be dropping by to visit, of course. What fun!" As was so often the case, it was impossible to tell from the draconequus' carefully modulated tone whether or not he was being sincere.

[Eris]

"I didn't drop by for a visit."

Eris' voice dripped toxins even though she was trying to remind herself that he wasn't the father she knew. The cheater, the creeper, the one who'd gone about friendship all the wrong way. She looked unimpressed as she stared him down. He looked silly. Even without the stupid outfit.

"Fun." Her voice was stoic and dead. "Hrm. Fun. And what kind of fun would you propose, Daddy?" She was NOT going to collapse into his arms. She wasn't going to magically be Daddy's little girl just because he was a good guy here. Not even for King Sombra. She couldn't imagine, however, how Squallfeather was going to react to seeing him.

Hopefully he wouldn't forget. He could be a little childish at times.

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That... That was his daddy, wasn't it? Wasn't it?

...No. That was this universe's version of him. But Squallfeather knew that much. Regardless of that fact, he couldn't deny that seeing his father was something else. The only times he'd ever gotten glimpses of him back home had been when Discord had paid brief visits to Fluttershy. He should have just turned around and walked away. But... But... His daddy...

Magenta eyes were wide with wonder and mixed with confusion. How was he supposed to react? All he could do was poke his head out from where he was presently and watch as Sir Discord and Eris interacted. At least, that was Squallfeather's first intention. As the seconds ticked by, though, the little boy couldn't take it anymore. He had to try and get closer. Neither of his birth parents had paid much attention to him, after all. Rainbow Dash was too busy fawning over Static and Prism to even care about him, and Discord... Well, it went without saying that he hardly ever saw his father. He just had to get closer... Just this once.

Slowly, Squallfeather moved closer to Eris and Discord. Pony ear and tiger ear were against his head, and his tail was low at the moment. What did he even say? What should he do? Would Discord even accept him? He was a freak with tiny wings, after all... Who would want him? Or would Discord surprise him? Would he take him in with open arms? If that happened, Squallfeather surely wouldn't know how to respond.

"D... D..."

Squallfeather stopped moving before long. Tiny wings unfurled on reflex and his eyes grew just a touch wider as he came to stand beside Eris. Did he call Discord 'daddy'? Or did he call him Discord? He hadn't the slightest idea. Maybe that wasn't the best thing to do anyway. Confused boy opened his mouth again, closed it, and finally seemed to settle on silence again. Pathetic. He didn't even know what to say to the alternate version of his father.

[Sir Discord]

"Oh, come now. What did I ever do?" The draconequus pressed a paw to his chest as he mimed taking offense at Eris' tone; for all of the minute he could hold the serious expression. It wasn't exactly that he was laughing at 'his' daughter; rather, Discord couldn't help but find the concept of children of an evil version of himself hopelessly amusing. Though no doubt he would find his dopelganger to be decidedly less so.

"I assure you, I quite different from my alternate universe self." With a snap of his fingers, Discord poofed into two identical Discord's, one of whom remained hanging in the air above Eris while the second took too poking and prodding her all over. The lavender coat, the mane style, there was no doubt of exactly who the girl's other parent had to be, but the thought...

"For one thing, I don't share his tastes." It was the second one of him, the one inspecting Eris, who spoke; and a moment later, the first Discord vanished in a flash of white light. "I, for one, can't see any appeal whatsoever in a criminal like Twilight Sparkle. No offense intended." He gave the tip of her horn a poke that caused it to spew a fountain of water straight up into the air for a moment; no doubt 'unintentionally' drenching Eris imminently once gravity took its hold. By that point, however, Discord's attention was no longer on the filly. His ear had alerted him to another presence.

"And- OH, this is just fascinating." Rather than being immediately all over him like he had with Eris, Discord stopped a few steps away from Squallfeather. In spite of the appearances he sometimes gave, the chaotic spirit of this world wasn't without a heart; and while he had figured in a moment that Eris could handle a bit of ribbing, the little pony before him was something else entirely.

A small, scared foal of the equally criminal Rainbow Dash wasn't at all what Sir Discord would have pictured any offspring of his to be. Nevertheless, something about the child...

"You're not at all what I would have expected." The draconequus lowered himself right down to ground level for a change. "But I have to say, the black and orange stripes are simply delightful. I ought to consider them for my own wardrobe." Another white flash and Discord was, indeed, wearing a tiger-striped suit jacket and trousers, and admired his reflection in a nearby solid stone wall.


(ooc: striking the balance between canon Discord and Captain Goodguy is hard XD;; )