"Yes, please help," Caroline plead. "We could really use it. Flutteryshy doesn't like having people interfere with his fun."

"Psychotic little monster," Veralyn growled, stroking her urple-skinned arm woefully.

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The Cafeteria was beginning to sound like a minefield, what with all the bean bag chairs Flutteryshy was now dropping on the hapless agents. Still, he was becoming bored. And bored was not good.

This in mind, the mini-Discord popped out of the Cafeteria and headed off in search of someplace quiet to send into an uproar.

"All I wanted was a drink. Just a small drink. Not even a 'drink so much you forget your own name in the morning' drink. I didn't even need Bleepka, just something to get me slightly tipsy. I did not want a pillow fight."

"I don't think anyone did, Kaylin." Will said from behind the upturned table next to her own, "And by the way, I blame you for bringing me into this mess."

"You didn't object!" She almost shrieked as a pillow exploded above her head. "Can't you do something? You know, magic? You're a wizard, aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah, my wand." His expression implied that he had forgotten its existence. "Protego."

Kaylin stood up from behind her table outpost, confident in Will's ability. She scooped up a nearby Pillow Pet in the shape of a dragon and hurled it into the crowd as an attempt to take revenge on the person who started the mess. This act was rewarded with three different pillows to the face.

"Will!" He shrugged at her from behind his silvery shield.

"I never said I would be protecting you." He tossed another pillow in her direction, which she caught and tried to return. It bounced off the shield harmlessly.

Kestrel, unfortunately, took that opportunity to poke her head up over the counter and received Christianne's missile square in the muzzle. "Grawffff! Hellsteeth an' Darkgates, ye'll pay fer that!" She crouched down, turning back to the cowering hunter. "Awright, Jack. I has a job fer yew. Fink yore up to it, cully?"

The Hunter nodded vigorously, looking lost without his partner. "Okay."

From her pocket, the ferret produced a small roll of duct tape (not just the handyman's secret weapon, apparently) and set about strapping pillows to the Hunter's hands. After a moment's consideration, she strapped one lightly over his face, as well, loose enough so that he would be able to breathe. "Awright, then, do yore fing!"

With an exuberant hunting shriek, Jack dove over the counter and pillow-pounced the nearest victim.

"Bring that stupid thing back here so I can kill it!" a very urple-y Agent Veralyn Amberwing shrieked as she charged after her fleeing partner.

"Like hell I will!" Agent Caroline Moor shouted over her shoulder. In her arms she cradled a cackling Flutteryshy, who was responsible for the urple shade of Veralyn's skin. "He's a mini spirit of chaos, what do you exp--"

At that exact moment another pillow came zooming down the hallway, just in time for Caroline to round a corner and get beaned in the face with it. The force of the blow knocked Caroline several feet back, which of course resulted in the hapless teenager colliding with her enraged urple partner in a spectacular tangle of limbs and multilingual curses. Flutteryshy decided he didn't like being squashed and took to the air, watching gleefully as Veralyn grabbed her pillow and began beating Caroline mercilessly over the head with it.

After a while, though, this became hiring, and so the mini-Discord took pity on Caroline and dropped roughly twenty pillows on the two agents before disappearing to another area of HQ to spread some more pillowy chaos. Left to their own devices, Caroline and a still-urple Veralyn eventually managed to brawl their way into the bar, where they were immediately separated and caught up in a storm of pillowy rage.

A pair of DIA officers on patrol nearby received a call on their radio. Fire Flash, a red-and orange maned yellow Earth pony, poked her earpiece with a hooftip to answer.

"Unit five-oh-two here. What's up, Central?"

"We've got a code three-by-ten-by-ladybug-by-concrete going on in Rudi's pub. Get down there and make sure the situation doesn't get out of hand, but just make sure they clean up after themselves. Central out," said the voice over the radio.

Fire Flash looked up to her partner, a towering protoss High Templar. "Central reports a code three-by-"

"Ten-by-ladybug-by-concrete. I can read your thoughts just fine, thank you," replied her partner telepathically.

The mare aimed a half-hearted kick at her partner's digitigrade legs. "Get outta my brain, Lunkhead. And what does that code mean anyways?"

"There is a pilowfight going on in Rudi's. Come along," replied Taldaris, walking to the doors to the pub as he straightened his black robes.

When the duo arrived on the site, the pub was already a battleground of flying pillows and duelling agents. A stray pillow flew into Taldaris' face, who barely flinched as it somehow exploded into a cloud of generic white fluffy feathers.

"I say," said the protoss as he plucked the feathers from his robes. "This is quite a spirited pillow fight, is it not? Fire Flash? Hello?" His partner was nowhere to be seen, but the High Templar was convinced he spied a braided red-orange mane bob up and down in the crowd a few metres away.

The Patrol officer looked from left to right. The entire pub was a writing mass of pillows and feathers. He decided to wait this one out; there was no need to get involved in this.

His opinion on the matter changed quite rapidly as he found himself to be the target of many "stray" pillows and a few whacks at his abdomen. The protoss eventually decided to throw off his inflexible demeanour-- just this once, and hurled a pillow at an elleth.