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  2. Ossia's remark about the elevator, while perhaps apropos considering the usual utilitarian nature of similar fixtures in other buildings, rather went over Blueblood's head. Mostly because the decor of his manor was similarly luxurious, and all the fixtures were simply ordered to match. Including, as Ossia would find out to her great pleasure, the bathing facilities. The sleeping arrangements weren't too bad either... The morning after a thorough use of both, the Prince found himself slowly swimming up from the depths of sleep. He only made any great effort to return to the land of the wakeful when the sight of the mare confirmed that yesterday and last night had not been a mere, pleasant dream. "Good morning indeed, We aim to please." His grin with the use of the royal we slipped a bit, as he recalled that today marked his return, after several long and largely fruitless years, to the world of education. Wonderful. Ossia could flavor it with compliments all she wanted, the whole thing was pure kale salad. But the Prince wouldn't have the figure he did if he didn't know how to diet. And after the binge of 'sweets' the night before... it was only fair. "Let's see that list." He cast a bleary eye over them. "You're not going to ask me to translate from the native language, are you? I never did that well back in school." Truth be told, the ponies he got to do his homework for him didn't do it all that well. There was only so much money could buy, at least the money of a student not yet come into his inheritance. He bristled a bit at the remark about his password, though on reflection, using his own name was rather a bad idea. 'Hiding in plain sight' didn't really work as a cryptographic principle. But Applejack- ooh, there was a reason that mare had a file in his notebook already. "I first noticed that she was resistant to the effects of the Glamour Garnet; not only does that gem transform the wearer into a beautiful mare, it makes those around the wearer more susceptible to seduction. Not her, though. Pity, as the muscular mare's my type, in many ways, though the lack of wings are a bit of a knock."
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  4. Daze listened at Fiver spoke, nodding her head to confirm her listening. "I'm like, non stop flying twenty-four seven, so I'm always in shape." The bandaged Pegasus smiled boldly, looking at the others as they introduced themselves and who they are. It was nice to get to know every creature, since they were going to have to stay on a train forever together. It would be odd for them to just sit there and say nothing, being strangers until the train ride was done. Daze opened her mouth to speak, "Well, it's very nice meeting you all," she started, as she shifted more comfortably to talk again. "I'm nothing special like a blacksmith or from some place like Appleloosa, I literally just grew up in Cloudsdale to become a fast flier. I'm going to be in the race in the Crystal Empire, if you didn't know that already." The Pegasus cocked her head to the side when Loose went on about a good or bad side. "Uh, so then every side is your bad side, which means your good side is your bad side, which also means you have no good side?" She shook her head, confusing herself. "Anyway," she turned to the griffon, "Just make me look good." Daze then gave her famous smirk to Zelda. Loose said something about the cold surrounding them, and how the Crystal Empire was protected from the freezing temperatures. "Yeah, I know. You just never know what can happen. Maybe we get there and the empire is just cold from all the.. crystals and stuff. Or maybe it's under attack and the princess can't hold up the force field. Or maybe the hotel I'm stayin' at is freezing and their heating system broke." Daze was really overthinking everything, like always. "But, I see your point." The mare listened as the others talked about trains, which kind of bored Daze. This wasn't the type of stuff she normally liked to listen to. It wasn't very interesting to her, because this wasn't her type of stuff to think about. Daze grew up in a small community of fliers like herself, who generally weren't all keen on how to make trains less bumpy. The other Pegasus seemed interested in it though, which made Daze listen a little more. She just found Fiver kind of cool. Talking about the bumpy-ness of the train caught Daze's attention more, because of how bumpy this train was. Every so often there would be a thump big enough to bump the gold pony up. One was so big, it made her launch up into the air. She caught herself as she almost hit the top of the cabin. "Okay, I really hope they figure out how to make train rides more smoother. 'Cause for Celestia's stake, it would be nice to not be thrown into the air." Her ears then twitched at the sound of two metal objects clinking together, but she was focused on trying to calm down from the sudden lift.
  5. Final season huh?

    -slaps helmet on-

  6. "Oh no. I don't care about the tabloid lines of communication. I already know that the press is going to tell ponies whatever they want the ponies in their area to believe to suit the mindset of those that read what they publish. What I'm talking about is why aren't letters being written up the chain of command? If those letters are getting written why aren't they getting to the avenues that they need to get to so that we can fix the problems that need to be fixed. The issue itself doesn't lie at corruption or weakness with the Crown, it lies with Corruption and weakness from within. Somewhere within the ranks of the guards are insurgent from other factions. One such faction that I am personally aware of and have fought several times already is WRAITH. It wouldn't surprise me to know that there are more like them. I will find them though, and I will end them," Ice said without a second of pause. She did hold to herself though while she waiting for the journalist to finish putting the pieces that he had found together and presented his argument that there was something more going on with her because of the clues that he had already found. He also added that everything about her was confirming every suspicion that he had of her. She listened as he presented the evidence from the different shipments of the materials required for the ship that she was making and was able to conclude through the research that he had done that with all the parts and shipments that he had been able to track, while it wasn't all there, it all pointed to a dreadnought and there was no government record of any of it. He also added that the location seemed both odd and perfect. A centralized location between all the shipping points as well as a hub of transportation in general. Easy to get things in and out without much concern and the surrounding land made it easy to hide a base of sorts. He then further added that all of this started happening after one major transaction. A transfer of ownership of a an urban plot of land from Swift Squall to herself. "There are some things that you have brought up that I will not be able to give details on. As much as I know that you would like all the answers to everything, due to matters of National Security I can only inform you that there is something that is being built outside of the city. I'm not at liberty to discuss what it is to anypony that is not a member of my organization. I will however start by the fact that is known and if you've done you're homework properly, you'd also see that I'm a high ranking member of The Lunar Guard, and am personal friends with the princess of the night herself. Everything that I have been doing has been approved. IF you wish to find out more, there are ways, but you may not like them," she said standing up and pressing the button under her desk once more returning the room to it's normal state. "If you wish to know more, then you're more than willing to follow me. HOWEVER, all recording devices, cameras, notepads and writing utensils stay in this room, and once you enter this elevator you agree to all of my terms and conditions, including any that I decide to set therein henceforth. Also everything that you would see would be Tier-1 Classified information. Once you say yes, there is no turning back," she stated plainly as the Elevator door opened. "The clock's ticking. You're either coming or you're not."
  7. Rather than taking the time to lay back Hogo sha pushed forward. Closing the distance between him and Tempest with surprising speed. His Arms were up and guarding his body until he prepared to throw a right hook. His eyes locked on to the cow's with a fierce intensity as he let the punch fly only to abort as soon as she brought up her guard and then would rain down a series of sharp jabs to her side. Any attempts to made by tempest to back off weren't going to bear fruit, Seems her opponent was determined to keep up the pressure on her and not give her a moment to analyze.
  8. (sure thing and thx, I'll have a response up soon)
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  10. With the training finally getting its start, Fiver relaxed a bit. She looked back to the Daze and smiled, "Well thanks. I try to keep myself in shape but for me I've done all I can so... I'll be sitting this one out and watching from the sidelines. " Fiver always liked seeing new athletes enter the scene, not just fliers but runners or even swimmers. Some might say she was too old be feeling so nostalgic, and maybe they were right. Still, she was content for the most part and willing to cheer on anyone with a dream to improve themselves. When Golden Daze spoke up her name, Fiver quickly answered with her own. "Khamsa Alriah. My friends call me 'Fiver'." The musings of Zelda brought another smile to Fiver's muzzle. A chance to relax and not worry about what was left behind was exactly what she'd been hoping for. Shame it was only to last as long as this ride. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Zelda. I'm a ... stunt flier more or less. Been a part of a good team for a while, but I'm thinking about exploring other options in time. I'm on my own little vacation for the same reasons as you are." Loose cannon sounded much more knowledgeable about the nature of governments than Fiver did. Just hearing words like principality took the Pegasus back to the days of schooling with her mother back in Saddle arabia. Scholars could be such a boar, strange neither her nor her brother took to knowledge in the same way her parent had. "Frankly I stopped thinking about how Equestria's government is run a long time ago. It seems as though things will be as they will be regardless of what I or others do."
  11. Once I walked into a music store without any intention of buying anything and left with a $1000 keyboard. If that's not an impulse buy then I don't know what is.
  12. The cow flicks an ear as the sword slammed into a wall behind her, eyes not moving from her target as that faint smile holds. She leans her head side to side as the dog talks, than makes a bored snorting sound and waves at him to move it along. Everyone has to talk in combat… With him done she readies herself. Watching him rush her she easily picked up on him going for a haymaker. To easy, its as if he was slinging all of his body. He’d know better than to do that, she’d easy nail him in chest and parry the blow. So she leaps back and went on the defenses, well she will land no hits it allowed her time to react to the faint and back out from the follow up blow. He’d be ready for her follow up so did not, instead she stayed on the defense to study him more. She did enjoy that he switched too hoof… well, paw combat? It earned some respect from her.
  13. Before Taira responded he proceeded to blow his nose a couple times into the tissues he'd taken through is magic mists. The sound was not unlike a trombone being played by an amateur in a highschool band. Once done he would toss the used paper into a nearby basket and take a deep breath of the familiar air of his family's dwelling. "Free visits to a spa... those do sound nice. Would that offer extend to just me or the rest of my family?" he asked as he worked to get a glass of water for himself, "Would be a nice treat for when I get enough bits together to visit Equestria." The stallion pulled up a seat and relaxing, "As for my magic?" He coughed up a small puff of mountain mist, "Well for a lot in my family our magic seems to come naturally so mind did too! I can also use it to form shapes... I can walk on it and use it as transport. Can also use it for illusions and the like!"
  14. I impulse brought the Braverly Defult art book (a game I haven’t finished) and a comic almost double the price it was on amazon.
  15. Walmart is awesome for impulse purchases. Their baking aisle is pretty legit.
  16. Last week
  17. To whom it may concern, I'll try and get some posts out tomorrow. 

    1. Ciraxis
    2. tacobob

      tacobob

      Wagh! I wish the O&O game would continue! :wail:

       

      Not your fault on this one!

       

       

  18. I am sad to see you go...and, I guess , a little guilty as well (glances at all the unfinished RP's). I myself have my share of problems, being insanely reclusive and withdrawn - being afraid to hang on social media, public chat's etc. due to my paranoia. I can only assume that some people become so invested with their characters that they take any actions that put them in embarrassing or humiliating situations as a slight against themselves. I know I did when I was younger, Roleplaying on other sites, thinking my creations were a gift to other's so how dare they put misery on them. I will certainly miss your involvement Rex. It added so much needed spice in that overwhelming amount of slice-of-life threads towards which I have often a mixed feelings. And I admit, seeing your Discord's actions drive other characters into hair-pulling frustration was incredibly amusing. Squall will miss your Discord's too, and all those unpredictable challenges he threw at him ,that allowed the noblepony to keep himself sharp. So Godspeed Rex. I hope we meet out there, on other forum. And perhaps we actually finish a thread for once. Or maybe not. It's a journey that counts .
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    1. Ciraxis

      Ciraxis

      Go get them Canterlot team!

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  21. "If you want to know why communication is failing," Earth Writer pointed out, "You should probably look at the institution which shows up at most everypony's doorstep in the morning to tell them what's going on in the world, or at least what's going on that they ought to care about. I could tell you thing or two about how the Fourth Estate works. Or doesn't, as the case may be." He finished with a sardonic smile. If anypony was in a position to know how the news business was failing in its mission, a living embodiment of that failure was one. Now that the room was slightly warmer, Earth Writer settled in. "Well, there's two bodies of evidence. One was the trail that led to you, and the other is everything about you that makes my supposition plausible. The first starts with a remark that a zebra clerk made over lunch. He works for one of the Unyasi tribes that got rich from mineral exports, talking about one order he processed for bilithium. About the only industrial use for that is the lining of airship engines, but what was unusual about this order was that it was unpaired from any other mineral associated with airship construction, which his tribe also offers with a bundle discount to public and private dockyards. But the order was much larger than what one would expect for any experimental lab use. Well, it might be nothing, unless there were other isolated orders for those minerals and parts...." Here he drew the first sheaves of evidence from his folder, copies and photographs of invoices. "Had to do some gumshoe work, and not every part is accounted for, but it all adds up to a dreadnought, at least. But no government agency or known private company is associated with any of these transactions. Curious." "And many of the minerals come from the same part of Unyasi, but they entered our continent by different ports, some quite distant from each other. But, if we assume that they all come to the same destination..." He pulled out a map, circling all the Equestrian and Aquellian ports where the minerals had come in through. Rail lines were marked by average travel time, and the ones converging into Los Pegasus were circled in red. "Minimizing the travel time between all ports of entry, this is the closest transport hub. Not to mention, not five miles out of city limits, desert and badlands begin, where few residents or tourists ever venture. Enough wealth and wealthy ponies pass in and out of this city to afford to buy and transport all that stuff, so as a potential build site and secret base, it makes sense. So, that's the what, where, when, and how. As to who... well, there was only one major move in shortly before all these purchases were put on the record, when a plot of urban land was transferred over from a certain Swift Squall to one Ice Storm."
  22. Ugh. I'm very sorry to see you go...I'll miss your art here (I am following you on your assorted art pages) and your awesome posts...Discord drove my characters crazy, but I loved every single one of those posts.
  23. Huh I just found this so I'll revive this necrotic thread. I can't say it's been fun. It has been a hard road trying to settle myself here after drama from a previous group who, to this day, continues their antics. I have had some fun threads, finished very few. Because people force their own headcanons on others I find myself and my character, OOC and IC, being regularly accosted despite it being Canon in both show and comics that he is a good noodle. Well I can't stand any more. The lack of community and conversation has killed my muse completely and I don't see it coming back ever. I've made some friends. Others decided to make an enemy of me unnecessarily. I have Asperger's and it is not something I like to admit but to get people to actually talk to me like a normal person it seems, at times, I had to admit such things. My characters were altered during the application process (of which later became Canon despite being Canon in comics and the old series long before) in order to participate in RP, characters I had to apply for because there were none who wished to play with my Discord. Overall I felt the experience negative and cliquey, unopen to a member who tried their hardest for almost three years to be part of this community. A player should not need to try three years to be accepted. No matter what character they play. I do feel hurt and that it is something that cannot be repaired because of the idea that 'I don't like this character idea.' instead of 'I want to RP'. Bad form. I hope in the future other Discord players or anyone to join isn't treated like this than told that it is basically their fault for picking the character. Goodbye.
  24. (don't worry. I had to exit the role-play. Feel free to continue)
  25. Yeah, I'd love to see an year skip....The CMCs are teens.....Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake are kids..And the main characters..Along with their friends. Or I just want a certain artist to finish her comic strip! I'd love to see another city. We already had an itty bitty village. Why not set it in the city?
  26. I want it to be Next Gen. Same universe, different set of main characters.
  27. They haven't said anything about the new show...There have been random character designs floating around..But that's all I've seen. What would you like to see in the new GEN?
  28. WELCOME! And please enjoy your stay at Canterlot!
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