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Nikki smirked. "An yet, you bothered to look up who he is. Guess knowledge wasn't power for you." She stuck her hands into her jacket pockets and whistled noncommittally.

Nikki quirked a brow. "So, your other mom used a Transfer Orb, then?" The other half of her genes had to come from somewhere.

"Ha! Rich." Of course Nikki could play from her organs. But there were only so many sounds those chest gills could make. The guitar and her lightning... that left plenty of room for possibilities! She took its amp cord and stuck it straight into her electric mohawk. Nikki strummed a G cord...

Nikki sat up, eyebrow raised. "You gonna give me a guitar through one of those stupid portals or what?"

"That was me saying dare." Nikki still lay on her back. She yawned again. "I thought psychics were supposed to be smart."

Nikki had fallen asleep out of boredom when her name was called. She cracked an eye open and yawned. "Dare me to go back to sleep. This is the best part of the drug trip that isn't the munchies."

Nikki just looked up at the sky. Yup, guess who was right about Hell-Mutt? Me.

"Wouldn't know. I don't date aliens or rate aliens." She paused and scratched her chin. "'Cept the ones on the big screen, I s'pose. But usually they just lumber around, growling, and dissolve the main characters with their acid spit and stuff."

Nikki rolled her eyes. "If you're not from Etherium, that makes you an alien."

"Humans?" Nikki rubbed an ear frill with her finger. "Y'mean aliens? Cuz that's what they are. Gross, hairless, scaleless aliens."

“Ask her what you really are,” Nikki mused.

What did this thing think Nikki was calling it Hell-Mutt for? "Yeah, seems like some sorta power limiter if you ask me." She absentmindedly strummed her gills. In contrast to Boomburst, this produced a soft, soothing melody. Like an acoustic guitar piece. "Like in actions pieces. There's some...

Nikki wasn't impressed. "If you were really a ponyta, you could levitate it with your telekinesis. Or you'd make the canister explode because your mane's on fire."

“And you would know that because?”

“It doesn’t have hands, Pasty!” Nikki resisted the urge to facepalm.

Nikki whistled. "And I thought I took some weird stuff. Denial's a hell of a drug."

The tone of voice was too different. Too childish. Not enough wheezing and coughing. So, a product of the bad trip, then. Great. "Really?" Nikki quirked a brow. "Do the rapidash in your home all have fish tails, insect legs, bird crests, and canine bodies? There isn't a single thing equine...

Oh, good, Nikki finally had some attention. Maybe the big mutt would've done something if Fishsticks hadn't stupidly tried to hit her with some dumb water attack from a good distance. Nikki was one her way down when the thing smacked against the tree. The form was unfortunately familiar. "'Sup...

Good. They were startled. As they should be. Nikki thumped her gills once again, generating another Boomburst that sounded like claws raking a chalkboard.

There was one person who was not thrilled with the psychic dickhead being a classic psychic dickhead. Nikki was content to sit around and wait for this terrible drug trip to wear off. But no. The prissy kitty had to try and act superior. Just like a certain snot-nosed prince. And this so-called...