"Truth be told? There'll always be that fear." Pastel said with a sigh. "Although it helps to have someone who you trust and can count on in tough times. Someone who will stand by you through thick and thin. I consider myself lucky in that regard, because I'll always have Monochrome watching my back." Pastel says as she shifts into Monochrome. "And I'll always have Pastel making sure I don't die. When we feel alone, we have each other to lift our spirits. True, it won't be as easy for you to find someone as it was for us, but you'll find them. Because I truly believe that ponies are kind and thoughtful by nature, no matter their outward appearances. Fear just gets the better of us sometimes." Monochrome turns to walk away but stops, turning back with a grin. "And hey, if all else fails you have two new friends right here. If you ever need me, I'll most likely be at the docks. Just head on over and shift. I'll be notified if you do." With that, Monochrome walks back out of the alleyway towards Broadshield, Tinder and Foxtrot.

Momochrome looked around at the crowd that was slowly beginning to lose interest in the group and saw a pair of yellow eyes staring directly at him. The pony they belonged to didn't move or speak, and just watched as Monochrome stood there alongside his compatriots. Hey Pastel, does that pony seem familiar to you? There IS something about him. Can't quite place my hood on it just yet. I'm gonna shift, see how he reacts. Fine. Monochrome slowly shifted his form again, and as he did the pony watching him started to smile.

Monochrome watched in awe as Broadshield beats Zulu down. Remind me never to get on Broad's bad side. Duly noted. Now if you wouldn't mind, could I please take over. I know how bad you are at dealing with bad injuries What inju...oh crap. Monochrome looked back to see one of his rips sticking out. "Ouch." Monochrome mutters as he passes out on the floor.
Taking over, Pastel gets up and starts to look for the others. Once she found them all, Pastel dragged them over to where Broadshield was laying. "Sir, that's everyone. Permission to pass out from exhaustion?" Pastel asks before dropping to the floor anyway.

"Sounds like a good plan sir." Pastel remarks, trying to regain her composure. "If the plan falls through, I can dissolve the floor around him. Make him fall into a pitfall, of sorts." Bugger. I really wanted to see a pallet 'splosion in action. Shut up Monochrome. As Pastel finished telling off Monochrome, hearing the vase smash. "We should get moving sir." Pastel says to Broadshield.

Shifting behind a crate, Monocrhome yells out, "Hey ugly! I bet legs day mustn't be a thing for Minotaurs, eh?" before rolling out of the way of any incoming hammers. Why did you say that Monochrome? To stop him from thinking straight, P. And obviously to distract him from Broadshield. Coming out behind the agents, Monochrome pulls out the explosive crystal and turns the strength dial to 3. Not enough to wipe out the entire floor, but just enough to leave a glaring crater. "HEY BROADSHIELD! LOW POWER YING YANG TO THE LEGS! GET BACK!" With that Monochrome shifted into Pastel and dashed away, hoping that Pastel's stealth tactics would be enough to get close to the giant Minotaur. 

Inside Monochrome's head, a battle was waging. On one side, Pastel was trying everything in her power to stop Monochrome from taking a drink, knowing that once Monochrome starts drinking, she'll lose any control over the body for a while. On the other hand Monochrome was fighting to reach out and grab the drink, because he has a little bit of an alcohol problem. Instead of doing anything though, he just stood there shaking, sweat dripping ferverously from his mane. Eventually giving in, Monochrome takes a step forward and smiles. "I-I'll have a drink thanks." he says shakily as he reaches out his hoof, while Pastel gives up and goes to a corner in their mind to meditate. 

Monochrome lowers his weapon and starts to speak as the group is greeted by the security. "Okay, so I have to admit this is a pretty swanky pad. Lots of cool stuff. I wonder if there is a chance I could get myself one of those paintings after this is all over. Pastel keeps removing all the art I put in from our apartment." Monochrome follows the group as they continue down the corridor, rambling as he walked.

Pastel shakes his head. "Unfortunately not. I don't go out enough to know. However, I'm sure Monochrome would love to show you his favourite club. I would ask him, but he can be such a pain sometimes." Pastel says before returning to staring blankly at the door.