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"psh, whatever old geezer." Mars snorted and galloped down the cement sidewalk, weaving around street lamps and staring at the many shops and cafes before finally reaching a small restaurant and ordering a Hoagie to go. If i weren't a ghost i would've asked for half of that delicious baked italian melt-in your mouth--said the spectral ram, still hovering next to Mars. "ok, i get the idea, no need to describe it...here, smell it, it should vanquish your internal cravings." she tore the bag open and let the savory scent waft out into the open. oh sweet mother of god that smells like heaven

"Dostluck... Friendship...Düğme... Button" Monty tried practicing his English while walking downtown. Suddenly something caught his eye... Some kind of undead summoner, he thought to himself. His eyes shrank and then grew large, and he trotted toward the red pony, eyeing her and some sort of spiritual energy hovering about her.

"You know ponies from Filly?" Vocal asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or... Do ponies from Filly just know you?" He looked between Eris and the mare. "Sure doesn't seem happy to see you..." Vocal glanced towards the street. Even though he really couldn't get into any more trouble than he already was, he sure didn't want to cause trouble. He didn't need anypony actively coming after him.

Vocal trotted out to the entrance to the alley and peeked out, looking both ways. "All right now, Eris... That thing you did brings up two questions." He said, while still looking around. He backed up back into the Alley before turning to face Eris. "My first question is a simple, non-accusing, 'What did you to to her...?' Aaand... The second question is.... 'Just what are you, to the ponies of this town?' His second question came out with some amount of hesitation. He was familiar with the ways of intimidation. He knew that the best way to intimidate someone was a casual show of great power... And that's exactly what Eris had displayed. He wasn't sure if that's just how she acted, or if she was putting on an act.

Vocal stood up on his hind legs and then tilted backwards to rest on the wall behind him. "Forgive me if neither of those answers put me at ease..." He said, looking up. Looking for an escape route. "But, if you don't like Celestia, we probably won't get along very well." He looked at at Eris. He to withhold some information, while still giving what he was comfortable giving. "You see, a few months ago, I did some spying in Canterlot, and by the time I was done, I had a new found respect to how orderly Celestia runs everything. The guards, the city, even the sun, which I had previously taken for granted, amazed me." He smiled. "Everything. Runs. Like. Clockwork." He spoke each word like it was it's own sentence.

Mars was snickering at her ghost companion when an unfamiliar colt trotted up to her with big eyes and began scrutinizing her up and down. "um...Heimlich?" yes? Heimlich the ram stopped and floated in midair, looking at the red filly with questioning, knowledgeable eyes. "we got company...maybe you should get back in." she said out of the corner of her mouth. If you say so. He shrugged and zipped under the brim of her skull hat. The skull glowed a pale blue before fading back to normal. Mars huffed and picked up her sandwich again, then tried to look normal as if nothing had happened. come on, look the other way, turn around or something...the red pony thought, hoping that this stranger wouldn't bother her or anything.
She really didn't have time to deal with city-folk, she had places to go and food to eat.

"Heh, and here I was, worrying about my weight." Vocal said. "Though you show up in front of me while I'm sneaking about, and didn't think anything about me being a spy? Heh." He shrugged. "But, well, if everyone could see me as the spy type, then I wouldn't be a very good spy, now would I?" There was a brief flash of light from Vocal's horn as he cast his spell once more. His spell moved him quickly, too quick to be followed by eye, natural or otherwise. He moved up, over, then down so that he landed behind Eris, on all four hooves. A gust of wind followed him as he moved.

Not being used to looking others in the eye, Mars backed up a little bit when the stallion approached her and began speaking. She could hardly make out what he was even saying, but the blood-red pony managed to figure out some of the words. "name...um, you can call me Mars, but my real name is Maroon," she stated, hoping he would at least understand what the first part of her sentence meant. Obviously not from around here, said a teeny voice in her head. Shut up you old goat retorted Mars in a playful tone.