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  2. Heart Shield hadn't been sitting long on the bench when he spied a white maned unicorn get off the train. Initially he had dismissed the pony as just another local pony, and had continued to look around at the ponies in the Train station. Somehow he knew Sombra wasn't going to show up as himself. It was only a matter of figuring out which pony was him. Gazing around at the crowd of ponies, Heart shield studied each one trying to determine which one was him. His memory went back to the White maned stallion he had seen get off the train. If he remembered correctly he thought he saw that stallion board the train at Canterlot. As he watched this pony as lingered around the station a bit. The stallion seemed to glimpse at him a moment, before heading his direction, A grumpy look on his face. This had to be Sombra. Before he knew it the Unicorn was standing next to him staring him down. "I'm glad to see you made it as well." Heart said with cheerful tone looking up at the Unicorn. A smile rose on his face, He had to comment on his disguise. Perhaps it would be like poking a bear with a stick, but after all Sombra had given him enough grief at the castle. "I must say, this look rather suits you. Its a big improvement from before. Why you look rather cute, and handsome now." The grey Pegasus said just loudly enough for others around them to hear. Suppressing a little giggle Heart shield stood up from his seat. "Well we have the whole day ahead of us. Have you brought everything you need?" He said before looking back at Sombra to ask him a question.
  3. Standing atop of one of the many green, rolling hills that made up the area of land surrounding Ponyville, a lanky, fedora - sporting, poncho - garbed stallion could just barely be made out by anypony that might have happened to be looking in that particular direction at the time. It was just about to make a joke to his rubber chicken buddy, Boneless Two (one that involved tumbleweeds, shouting, and a cream pie - don’t ask), but thought better of it. The stallion, the one-and-only Cheese Sandwich, sighed in annoyance and boredom, and began pacing, as he had been doing for some time now. Cheese had arrived at Ponyville early, a little after most of the townsfolk had woken up. He had been stalling for a few hours now, just along the outskirts of the little town, reluctant to do what he’d come here to do. This was embarrassing. . . Where did he start? Well, Cheese was in a bit of a doozy. This particular doozy was one that Cheese hadn’t been expecting, and wasn’t prepared for in the slightest (a true insult to anybody as sporadic as he was). It was a doozy regarding a certain party. This party was something that Cheese had known would eventually happen, as it did every year - yet he was no more prepared for it than a balloon being prepared for a popping, or somepony’s face being prepared for a sudden pie. “Oh, wait. Scratch that,” Cheese muttered to himself. He’d already made a pie joke earlier. The curly - haired stallion struggled to focus. The problem was this: He was here at Ponyville on account of a birthday. Not just anyone’s, either - this pair of ponies was by far the most difficult case Cheese had ever worked on. This year, he was drawing blanks on how to plan a party for them. Nothing seemed right. At least, not for Cheese. The stallion paused for a moment, glancing back at Boneless Two, who lay on his back. “This was a mistake,” he murmured. “Party ponies don’t ask other party ponies how to plan parties.” Especially not the particular mare Cheese had come to see. Pinkie Pie was great - one of the most awesome, energetic, and interesting ponies Cheese had ever had the pleasure of interacting with, if not the most awesome, most energetic, most - well, you know. Cheese had secretly been fanboying in his mind one of the more recent times he'd met with her. So, naturally, it was a horrible embarrassment to have to ask her for help planning a party. Not that he couldn't learn a thing or two from her - any newer, ambitious Party Pony should look to Pinkie for advice. Just not Cheese. He had many reasons, the biggest being that he expected that Pinkie might think less of him for running to her for something that was not her problem. Cheese also couldn't deny that his pride would have been dented, having to get pointers in general, from anyone. Cheese continued to stare at Boneless Two for a response. It was silent. "What do you mean, 'incompetent'? I'm not 'incompetent' at planning parties! I'm. . . capable, I guess." The chicken was silent. Cheese huffed. "Well, maybe if a certain someone wasn't such an open pessimist, then I wouldn't be whining!" The chicken was silent. It's head lolled to one side, but was otherwise motionless. "You're the one that convinced me to come all the way out here, and you decide to complain now? Boneless One was never like this." Silence. Cheese sighed. "Sorry, buddy. My bad. I'm just a little stressed out is all. I just. . ." The lanky stallion bit his lower lip. "You know how this time of year can be. For them, I mean. I just wish planning a party for them wasn't so gosh - darn difficult all the time. . ." Boneless Two was, again, silent. With another poorly hidden sigh, Cheese took a seat in the grass, staring out at Ponyville, and beyond. Maybe he'd just sit out here a bit longer - better not to talk with Pinkie with a headache. . . The stallion just wished that something would happen. Anything to take his mind off of his problems. He chuckled weakly. Pinkie would have been perfect for that. Too bad she was the one Cheese was currently avoiding. . .
  4. Applejack watched her son let go of his stick fitfully but, once committed, forcefully. The stick clacked to the ground and stood still for a moment before it started to roll into the darkness alongside its scattered brethren. At least that answered the important question. They had come for part of their body, lost in the Everfree, and carried all the way back to civilization. A part of her could almost commend the audacity they had to come this far, but she couldn't really get past the mental image of that timberwolf standing astride her little stallion like a wolf to a sheep. Any semblance of understanding that could exist, an accord or respect afforded from one family to the other, was shattered upon the altar of her maternal rage. As far as she was concerned they could get their little branches and tear flank out of her Orchard. Slowly but surely Applejack backed up. She knew better than to present her rear to them, lest they grow bold and decide she was weak enough to attack. Not that they'd be in a position to do so based on what she did to them for a while, but it paid to be careful. Eventually, her hind legs hit the porch and she slowly made her way up them backwards. As she did so she saw the branches finally vanish entirely into the gloom. She knew her Timberwolf behaviors to know well enough that they would retreat back out of the orchard once they were constituted again. They didn't understand her words but they sure did understand her violence, and there was nothing to be gained now from further action. They weren't dumb. They were just ornery and mean, but not base enough to throw themselves fruitlessly, breaking themselves upon the rocks of this particularly sturdy shore. Applejack felt the warmth of her home and nipping of her heels by Winona and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, nelly..." she whispered to nopony in particular, her adrenaline starting to slow down. Her muscles grew weary and she could feel the weight of her little stallion on her back now, where before he was a weightless feather. "You did real good, Zappy. We'll get you somethin' ta replace that stick," she said as she turned her head to yell for her brother. "BIG MAC, GE-" she bellowed- directly into his face. The much-plussed brother frowned, revealing he already had the door repair supplies. "Oops, sorry. Hehehee," she chuckled sheepishly as he made his way to the door. She took a seat on the couch and placed Zap Apple next to her. "How are you feelin', sugarcube? Are you okay? Are you scared? Momma's here for you," she asked and said quickly, finishing with a warm embrace.
  5. He kinda liked her being concerned about him. Being the center of attention wasn't normally his bag but it helped get over his little tiff with that seapony by having the attention of a friend. It also hurt a lot. That crab was pretty awesomely powerful and he was certain that it never skipped whatever passed for a workout for undersea crabs. More importantly, she liked the necklace. He was still getting used to how everything felt down here so was pleasantly excited to see that his necklace didn't collapse under the weight of expectations. It felt good to have something you made get somecreature you cared about- as a FRIEND- happy. He could do ith that feeling again. "Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine. Griffon claws are strong," he said, though he did start rubbing it. "I'll be okay." He was a very tough bird, but... Gallus wasn't a great dancer. There wasn't a lot of dancing going on in Griffonstone and he wasn't entirely sure that they'd care to start anytime soon, even with griffons becoming a little friendlier. Indeed, he was happy to report that he had gone most of his life without having to flap around like a loser and had continued this winning streak into the school. Nocreature had tried to force him to dance. He had the excuse of being too cool for it during the Fetloch whatever it was and his desire to never dance with Smolder or see that dragon do her interpretation of dance. And then with everything that happened that night he was able to showcase exactly none of his non-existent talent- the same as everycreature else. It was awesome and something he hoped to repeat exactly zero more times. He wasn't a fan of not being good at something. He was also terrible at admitting he was not good at things. These two things existed in a constant state of conflict. Most of the time, pride won. Like now. He wasn't going to tell Silverstream of all creatures that he sucked at dancing. Besides, he had a great excuse for his failings, and a great excuse always trumped history- especially if that history was hidden. "Yeah, I'm good to go. Cutting a rug or whatever that phrase is, I'm your seagriffon," he said confidently, trailing behind Silverstream towards the electronically impossible soundstage and dance area.
  6. Today
  7. As much as Sombra hadn't wanted to, he chose to go out into the city under a disguise when the time came for him to leave. The disguise was that of a generic unicorn stallion, pastel fur, white mane, green eyes. It worked well enough for his purposes, as much as he hated to hide his good looks. He boarded the train, and he wasn't sure if he'd glimpsed Heart Shield at one point- he'd met him once and only ever saw him with his armor on at that time. Whether or not it was that very stallion, Sombra made no attempt to greet him or make his presence known. He just picked an isolated section of one of the train cars to sit in and stare out the window, to watch the world go by once the train started moving. The train's journey down the mountain to Ponyville seemed, at least to Sombra once it eventually reached Ponyville's train station, like it'd fallen into this strange in-between place where it simultaneously felt like it'd been an eternity and like it hadn't taken long- he certainly wouldn't say it 'took no time at all'. It still seemed to stretch on for a time. Sombra was glad when they finally reached their destination, and he rose to disembark once the train's assistants finally opened all the car doors. He sauntered out, eying the crowd of ponies for a semi-familiar pegasus. He knew, at least, that Heart Shield stood out just enough with his grey fur and the blue streaks in his mane- that is, if he was remembering him correctly. The tyrant himself, while disguised, could've been easy enough to spot- all a pony had to do, at least those who either knew or had interacted with him, was look for his signature grumpy expression, apparent even in any disguise that he crafted for himself. As his eyes swept across the crowd between himself and the train station's wooden building, he spied Heart Shield out on one of the benches against the wall. Looking a bit more alert, Sombra headed straight towards him, green eyes boring into the grey stallion's own. "Good to see you came."
  8. Name: Reckless Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Aerion/Pegasus Hybrid Eye Color: Bright pink gradient Coat: Her coat is a sleek ash grey Mane/Tail: Both mane and tail are almost neon pink. She keeps her mane cropped fairly short and the ends are cut into jagged angles. Her tail is cropped just above her hocks and it ends in a jagged cut angle not unlike her mane. Physique: Reckless has a body that makes lots of stallion (and mares) swoon. She's fit and svelte. Lots of hours in the gym and on long patrols has fashioned her muscles for peak performance on the training grounds and on the field. Residence: Occupation: Proud new recruit to the Royal Guard. Cutie Mark: A silver dagger with zig-zag cutting marks Unique Traits: History: Character Personality: Character Summary:
  9. Raven nodded as she focused on the console. She'd completely missed it when she sat down, but wasn't too surprised the ship had one. She was a little surprised at the Astromech came in, but quickly smiled. One of the things she liked was working on machines, and she couldn't help but value the various robots she saw highly, though she did her best to tamper it. The news it brought, that the council wanted their mission to be a secret, and bit her lip in thought. "Maybe... Maybe we're going somewhere the council doesn't have a lot of pull, or they're worried how it will be perceived..." She offered, quickly looking back at the Com screen, acting like she'd not said something... She wasn't sure how Midnight would take what she said. Her former master had been lenient, letting her speak freely, but she had heard stories from other padawans that some masters were strict...
  10. I'm becoming tempted to create another guard pony :D 

    1. Bellosh


      Huh, strange how guard pony apps are mysteriously trending again..... :P

    2. RainbowFoxxy


      I know right?! LOL  :)  

    3. PyroBlaze


      *piles all his guards in*

  11. To hear praise and acknowledgement from the Empress' own lips was like the sweetest of Yanhua's steam buns to Feng; it could fill his entire body with the feeling of light and airy bliss for the better part of a week. And to be so able to share the moment with his good friend Yanhua? That was like two whole steam buns! He'd be on something like a sugar buzz for the forseeable future. That said, an Imperial Watcher grinning like the village troublemaker and vibrating like the wings of a bumblebee would have been... inappropriate in the presence of all the illustrious figures of the Dragon Court. As much of a loose cannon as his superiors thought him now, Feng devoted no small part of his considerable will and energy into binding himself into the disciplinary framework of the Watch. That raised the disturbing specter of what the longma would become if he felt that he no longer had anything to lose by letting himself go... But when or if that day would ever come, it certainly wasn't today. Thus, he took the welcome respite from Yue's attention as she congratulated her chef on her own gold medals to keep his face from splitting in half and his hooves from dancing in delight. By the time the two of them had agreed on a private meeting, he'd managed to straighten out to the point where he was merely smiling, rather than grinning outright. That said, he also caught all the implications of what that 'private conversation' was likely to consist of. The trip they'd taken to Equestria had revealed to Feng Yanhua's true identity, though thankfully not in a way to disturb their friendship! It was just that, well, she wasn't truly a qilin... Thus it was that he sucked in a breath at the sight and implications of the Fenghuang feather. Like most of the court, he found the beauty dazzling; he'd been fortunate himself to befriend one of these magnificent phoenixes by saving one from foreign poachers while on recovery. That had been a harrowing little incident, having to rely almost solely on a bluff to see the lot of them off. He shook off reminisces. This was a delicate situation, one which could turn disastrous if not handled well. He had to interject, but could not supersede Yanhua's decision in the matter. Public confession of her true identity might not be the best tactic here and now, but given how he'd found out about it back in Ponyville, it was unlikely to stay a secret forever. Best the Empress heard it from Yanhua herself rather than a foreign newspaper, or worse, an intelligence briefing... "Knowing Yanhua as well I have come to over my time at the Palace, and the opportunities I have had to observe her over the course of our journey to and from the west, I can absolutely vouch for her worth of character and service." He allowed himself to grin. "I will give my testimony officially if called for!" Though it seemed no more than a manifestation of his normal flippancy towards officiality, in truth it was a bit of theater deliberately engaged in. He wanted to communicate his true confidence in his friend, in a professional as well as personal capacity, without alerting the onlookers that anything was actually amiss with Yanhua, should she choose to remain silent now. They already thought him odd, best let them keep thinking that. Contrary to common misconception about the Watch, it wasn't about being inconspicuous, but simply keeping what didn't need to be known unknown.
  12. Last call for sign ups before the ship leaves. Jedis, troopers, smugglers still welcome.
  13. "And normally I would be, but today is my day off, so here I am." Aegis chuckled to himself at the look of confusion on the other stallion's face before continuing. "As far as being part of a band goes, guess you could call it more of a hobby, something I do when I don't have guard work to do." He nodded, looking from his fellow guard to the mare as she began speaking. He listened to her words, chuckling at her flirting line. "Well, you certainly look like a work of art, so let's stick with that, huh?" He responded, returning her wink. "I'm actually playing a show later if you wanted to stop by, it's at a club a bit over there. We play all sorts of stuff, but I'd say mostly types of rock." He added, pointing down the road towards the club in question.
  14. Sugarcube corner was as safe a spot as a pony could find emotionally in the whole of Ponyville. Inside of its walls, the air thick with the accent of sweet surrender to the joys of their baked goods, lay a treasure trove of happiness that begged you to enter into it without precondition or worry. It was impossible to resist smiling as you entered and took a breath, lost in the ecstacy of this place's pitch-perfect existence. Even Valen felt it, knowingly imbibed it, and took what he could from it. He wasn't sure it was having the full affect with the worries of previous conversations and encounters playing desperately in the back of his mind, forced there by the fiercest assault of sugary air possible. Pushed back, not defeated. Even as he looked around and smiled, something felt sinister and hollow about it, almost forced. He couldn't put his hoof on it. He just knew he was happy to be here, happier to be here than anywhere else. Pinkie Pie gave him the same joy. He was certain that there was nopony more dedicated to increasing one's happiness and joy in the entire cosmos and he was happy to know her. Like all, she was imperfect. A bit too intrusive- needed to know everything for her party planning after all- and sometimes a little too energetic and in your face, but there were legions of sins practiced more aggressively than these. They were fine to have, and she was equally pleasant to have as a friend. "Hello there, Miss Pie! A pleasure to see you today," he said, enjoying her more than teh Cakes. They were a fine couple as well, but she brought out the best in everypony. "I was wondering if you had anything chocolate cherry frosted? I'm hankering for some right about now. My hooves are tired!" He laughed, taking a seat in the parlor portion of the bakery. Still, he knew some questions had to be asked, at this point more for his edification than anything else. "So...Pinkie, how've you been?" He started, giving her time to respond and talk. She always had so much to say, and Celestia save you if you interrupted. Eventually he went. "Have you...heard anything strange or unusual or new about me?"
  15. Triton bowed his head respectively and took stand over the war table eying their plans. His mind began working mapping out all the different possibilities. It was a good plan, with a few minor tweaks it would be a great plan. “Excellent work soldier. Echo and I will take command of the main force. Oakly and Arial will lead this flanking force here. If any of the Silent fang show themselves the four of us will divert our attention to that threat and it will be your job to take over command.” Triton explained the plan aloud.
  16. Yesterday
  17. Yanhua’s question gave Empress Yuè some pause. It wasn’t so much what the palace chef actually asked, but rather how it came with a slight hint of hesitation, along with a peek in Feng’s direction. And maybe... it WAS definitely because of what Yanhua asked of her Empress, because no servant in the Imperial Household’s employ would need to request ahead of time to seek the Empress’s input on mundane matters. Empress Yuè was highly trained and practiced in the art of reading others, and she sensed Yanhua’s true concerns did not revolve around the menu for tonight’s banquet. As it was however, it was highly improper to unexpectedly put somebody on the spot in front of such a huge gathering, especially if they were all there to honor that said somebody. Empress Yuè could also spot signs of agitation starting to appear on many of her assembled courtiers; nobody was here to witness the discussion dinner arrangements. Therefore, after a slight pause of contemplation, the royal qilin simply moved things along in her expected assertive manner; “.....But of course. I will send for you later when the proper time comes.” With one gesture, Empress Yuè summoned forth one of her attendants, who presented Yanhua with an ornate case. The servant proceeded to open the case, revealing to the palace chef... a sparkling feather marked with many colors of the rainbow! “This is the feather of the fenghuang, the rainbow phoenix,” the Empress elaborated; “Sages say that a Long Sun who holds a rainbow feather in their hoof can rejuvenate the embers of Hope, Vitality, and Wonder in their hearts.” The wise royal knew that befriending a fenghuang was even more of a blessing than possessing a single feather, but she had the personal experience of both monastery tutelage and a disastrous Grand Galloping Gala to grasp how hard such a feat was. The Empress’s features subtly softened as a sign of appreciation for Yanhua; “It is hard to think of anyone else more deserving of this rare gift... than one who has tirelessly toiled in service of her Empress with complete dedication, faithfulness, and honesty.....”
  18. How do I adult?

    1. DreamWanderer


      I don't know either, Let me know too when you figure it out :P

  19. Roleplay Type: Main rp Name: Shadow Storm Sex: Male Age: Middle aged stallion Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Orange Coat: Gray with a hint of brown tint Mane/Tail: His mane and tail are Brown with white stripes in them. His mane being slightly longer in length, and his tail being short and puffy Physique: Slightly taller with a bit of a muscular build Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Royal guard officer Cutie Mark: A sword crossed over a open book. In his young years, Shadow storm found a talent in offensive type spells, and thoroughly enjoyed trying them out. One day would find Shadow wandering the dark paths of the Everfree forest. He rather much enjoyed exploring the forest looking for hidden things and magic related places. Perhaps maybe he had gotten a bit distracted in his search, as he soon found himself among a pack of timber wolves instead. Panicking a moment he remembered a spell that he had learned from a book that he had borrowed from a library. Charging his horn, he stood his ground as he managed to fend off the pack of timber wolves. Unique Traits: When not obsessing over spells and power. Shadow storm enjoys spending his time searching for valuable items what ever they may be, and has found somewhat of a secondary talent in history, and valuing old items. He can be usually found buying and selling rare and old items to make a few bits. History: Shadow storm was born in Canterlot to a family of Unicorns. Growing up he was always a bit of a trouble maker, But his parents where generally very forgiving. At a young age his parents enrolled him a school for unicorns. Through out his young years, Shadow spent his time reading books for spells, and playing around with new learned spells. Shadow storm picked up spells very quickly. Astonished with his talent in casting spells, They encouraged him to continue his education. Excited to find and try out new spells, It soon snow balled into an obsession. Shadow Storm dreamed one day of joining the Royal guard, and climbing the ranks. He wasn't much at all interested in it to protect ponies tho, but he much rather had his eyes set on gaining a prestigious position in the guard. Setting out one day from his parents home as a young stallion, he made his way to enlist in the Royal guard. His first few years in the guard where slow, But as they began to send him on missions with other guards, his talents in casting spells soon found him as a skilled member of the guard. Now Shadow Storm find himself as an officer in the royal guard. He now has his eyes set on learning as many spells as possibly and gaining a fortune. he is determined to learn even the spells that the princesses have kept locked away, and will stop at nothing to have a peek at them. Even if it means turning on a fellow guard member. Character Personality: Shadow storm is overall a very serious pony. All tho he can at times have a bit of a humor. He is generally nice Around other ponies, and fellow guard members, But don't let that fool you. Deep down inside he is corrupt. Shadow storm has an obsession with power, when let loose he can be very greedy and arrogant. He does thoroughly enjoy reading spell books, and has a hobby in collecting rare and valuable items, especially the ones he has obtained in a questionable manner, and generally dislikes anypony coming in between him and those things. He knows his actions could get him expelled from the guard or worse, and chooses to keep his true self a secret to others, and can be very deceitful at times. Character Summary: Shadow storm is a serious pony with a bit of sense of humor at times. He is generally calm and collected around others, but inwardly lies a Sneaky and Deceitful pony. He has a talent in offensive magic, Combined with an obsession with power. Shadow storm thinks inwardly of himself, and takes any chance he can to better himself. On his free time he enjoys spending a lavish life of expensive items, and thoroughly enjoys finding them even through questionable means.
  20. "Less savvy when it comes to it then I sound." Squall admitted "I am but an eternal learner you see - because I have policy to know about what I am spending my money on Sparkle." noblepony added. "That's why my TEMPEST actions are not on on Stock Market, and why I don't have anyone from Sales or Marketing on my board of directors. Also why I am not reaching for monopoly on certain markets. Although I have a feeling you would have something to tell about it if I ever tried." Swift said with a smirk. What followed were his musings about managing a business. "Here's what so many companies don't get - Competition. Is. Good. This arms race to bring new contractors, new customers. And it makes you know what you are selling. Imagine you are a product pony in a company that makes, say, instruments. So you make a new, better flute. So what? When you have monopoly market share, the company is not anymore successful because of that. And as such, the ponies that rise the sales are from sales and marketing, with them ending up running said companies. Product ponies are driven out of decision making forums. And so product sensibilities, that genius that made them make great product is rotted out - by ponies that have no clue what is good product or bad product is, and have no idea how to turn craftsmanship into profit." Squall summed this short lesson up before he started donning his suit while Twilight worked on her sorcery. When Twilight managed to conjure the portal, Swift grimaced under the helmet. Couldn't it be a little bit bigger? She was messing with him, wasn't she? "The last time I saw a portal, a very angry, and very malicious oni tired to squash me like a grape." swordstallion recalled a certain secret mission to Neighpon where he and his EPIC teammates stopped WRAITH nefarious scheme. The suit also added quite impressive reverb to noblepony's already very deep voice. "Fine...." unicorn spoke after a pregnant pause "But I swear to Aeather, if you mention this part to Fire, you will be smeared in newspapers all around Equestria for a whole week." Squall threatened the purple princess. "..........Audentes fortuna iuvat." noblpony mumbled before leaping into the air and diving down into magical passage. And as expected he got initially stuck. Well, no surprise there. After all, this armor bulked him out considerably, even if it's build didn't limit his agility at all. What followed wat a rather impressive display of contortions. Few knew that Swift had skills rivaling those of Equestria Games gymnasts - with only Fire Walker having regular insight into Squallcoast capabilities in that regard. Businesspony was certainly glad that his hindquarters were heavily armored right now. After a minute of energetic.....wiggling.....Squall manged to squeeze through the portal. Luckily Sparkle had enough insight to open the other end high - giving swordstallion enough time to twist midair and land on his hooves. Even before his armored limbs touched the floor, four swords of his were already drawn, with stallion ready to face any potential guardian ready to intercept the intruder. Luckily his caution proved unnecessary - at least for the time being. The light given by two of his spellsabers revealed that he was in what could only be a massive antechamber. The enormous relief the stone walls depicted cloaked ponies, their robes covered in alchemy symbols, as they worked over various apparatuses. The enormous door that was on his left far overshadowed the much smaller one on his right. It surely had to lead further into Mycuses laboratory. While he had no idea what was behind the door that Twilight magic allowed them to skip, all of his instincts told him that opening it would be a very poor idea. "It's alright Sparkle, it's safe." Swift said, certain that royal pony can hear him. "As safe as it could be for two ponies diving neck first into the unknown that is."
  21. “Well, I think the bull story made him shy and run.” Tempest says looking back at Applejack. “So, still stuck with me.” She added with soft grin of enjoyment as she stretches her legs out from all the running about in mud. She was very dirty now, her hide a mix of mud, dirt and sweat yet she was none to bothered by it. Baths are a luxury most ponies never understand is a luxury. Same for fresh drinking water but that’s a tangent for another day. She looked out over the farm and clear skies. Really this was what she grew up in. Well it was no farm life the lands outpost towns and cities was her home. How many farms did she see? Roads? Rivers? Can she ever settle down? She did not know yet. But for now this was what she needed. Looking back at AJ she watched the mare work. That was a Mare she can get behind. Working every day, feeling blessed for what she had and not shying away from work that will leave most laid out on the ground. Can they be friends? AJ may think so but something clawed at the back of Tempest’s feelings saying they can’t be. She can’t have friends. She’d never fit in with them. AJ had plenty. “So, what’s next boss?"
  22. Arty was starting to like this guy. Like- really like this guy. He wasn't stale like most guards, he was handsome, had a very sweet tone to him, and was rather charming, like a prince. How odd it was that she happened to stumble upon him. It just happened she needed a small break from her painting, and boom, he was right there in the flesh. A guard, who she presumed was quite the lady's man. How was there not a million mares standing in line for him? The artist could strongly relate to that though. She just had that vibe, a really attractive vibe. She wasn't no stranger to romantic encounters, or anything more than that. The sad thing was, she wasn't the type to stick around. The purple unicorn watched his movements, as she raised her eyebrows slightly in amazement. "I dab in a little reading too. Nothing really extraordinary, but nothing bland either." She watched him think for a second, as she stood softly to the side. "I simply talk to everypony, about everything. Whether it's about why the night sky is so gorgeous, or about a little earthworm that crawls in the dirt. Really, everything." Arty paused, thinking for a second about the second question. "Oh- you must have been mistakin', baby. I work throughout the daylight and into the moonlight. I don't stop until my work is to be finished." She finally sat down, looking up at the night. It was quiet for a moment, but it wasn't awkward. It was sweet silence, the kind that was comfortable and just. Just slightly there were crickets in the background, humming and chirping. The sound relaxed the unicorn, and made her smile gently. The she heard the stallion talk again, and she perked up to listen. "I completely understand, sweetheart. It's hard work. Poor handsome stallions like you deserve somepony to talk to." She couldn't help but flirt with him. "Most need social interactions to survive. A couple out there can find a way to be introverts and live, but there's something about talking to somepony that makes their hearts seem full." Suddenly, she heard a pony fly on over to them. The sudden change of atmosphere startled the mare, and she swiftly got up. "Cantorlot is rather astonishing at night." Arty watched as her new friend confronted the other stallion, which made her step back. She then opened her mouth to speak, "No need to be confused. He just wanted to drop in and greet us." She walked over to him with a friendly smile. "Pleased to meet you, baby. I'm Street Art, but you can call me whatever your heart desires." There was a small wink at the end of her sentence, as she confidently stood. "And this here is.." she stopped, realizing she actually never met this fine stallion's name.
  23. As luck would have it, the terrifying critter and manufacturer of no small amount of fear and anxiety (Alizarin's backside flying back towards Apple Bloom spoke to that) turned out to be nothing more than a little squirrel. Aww, what a little cutie he was! Apple Bloom always liked squirrels. They had bushy little tails and cute little smiles and they were real energetic, too. She always liked playing with them and making sure Winona left them alone. If she didn't- well, Winona wouldn't leave them alone in several full meanings of the word. Poor little squirrels. And what about those reactions. Alizarin got all bent out of shape 'bout it, hiding her embarrassment and fear behind a lot of yelling. It wasn't the squirrel's fault- didn't seem right. Then again, Apple Bloom wasn't about to cast the first stone. She'd been the scaredy pony before too. Sombra reacted in a similar, less scared fashion: Drawing on the images Alizarin had painted on for sarcastic impact, Apple Bloom was sure he was fine. He was some kinda shadow lord or whatever, of course he was fine. Captain Fire Walker stood strong as well. You could count on her having your back any day of the week, that was for certain. Fluttershy could probably handle the squirrel something adorable for sure, likely learn everything they needed to know about everything from it super quickly. Maybe her cider helped. It was said that two mugs from the Apple family and you could do anything! Of course that was normally talking about the harder adult beverages but that didn't mean a little of that can-do attitude couldn't filter on down to their humble family apple cider. Not that she felt the need to be humble about it, in any case. Then a yelp shattered the silence, and it struck Apple Bloom's ears acutely. She didn't know many critters who yelped that weren't the family dog and timberwolves, but it sure didn't have the husky tinge of a timberwolf yelp, not even the throaty half-chortle of an Everfree Mimicker. Of course this wasn't the Everfree so chances were it wasn't one of any number of dangerous critters. It was, in all likelihood, just an animal in need. An animal that yelped. Like Winona. The association was enough for her. She strained like a greyhound against the start for what felt like a full minute but couldn't have been more than a micro-second after Fire Walker spoke. She couldn't take much more than that before she slipped the bounds of whatever reason held her and she found herself galloping into the darkness in search of the creature who had yelped, bending down and grasping her saddlebag in her mouth as she did so. Come Tartarus or high water, she'd be damned if she came all the way out here to just not answer the call of some poor animal in distress. Cheek set hard and teeth firm, she galloped with wild abandon towards, desperate to find the source and save whatever animal it was!
  24. When she heard the commotion outside the locker room, the yellow mare couldn't help but jump about in excitement. Finally the kids showed up! Now she had somepony to talk to, and share her thoughts to, and teach the little fillies how to play some good soccer! Long Shot couldn't wait to start, she already had everything planned accordingly. The rules she was going to share, the drills, the playing time! The brightly colored pony couldn't contain her energy, she couldn't reel in her calm, justified, game-time part of her. No, Shot could only fish in her hyper-active personality. The soccer star opened the locker room door with her papers in her mouth. She looked around, spotting the group of fillies, and one stallion, who stood at the opening of the field. Her eyes widened, as a large smile appeared on her face. She immediately dropped the papers, trotting, or more like running, over to them like a little filly entering a candy shop. Oh, and weren't the kids the sweetest she's seen. Shot made it over, grinning like a mad man and opening her mouth to speak. "Hello everypony! Welcome to the camp! I'm so happy you all have made it!" Her voice was enthusiastic, eager to get the ponies in a positive outlook. "I'm Long Shot, the main coach here. I'm so very excited to meet all of you silly fillies!" She then looked at Thunderlane, and she turned rapidly towards him. "Ah! I'm so glad you made it, bud!" She ran over to him, giving him a little rub on the head with her hoof. "I'm sure you all know Thunderlane! He's actually a Wonderbolt, but he'll be helping coach the camp with me." She trotted back to the group of kids, setting herself aside and letting them go onto the field. "C'mon everypony! Try your likes on the field, and I'll show you all the guidelines and such so we can get started. No time to waste!" Shot let everypony walk in front of her, as she closed the gate and grabbed her sheets of paper. Soon she was on the field with the others, grabbing the ball bag and tossing the balls at them. "First, I need everypony to grab a ball, then make a circle!" The mare grabbed a ball herself, rolling it in front of her. "We're gonna start off simple! Let's get to know each other just in case there's some strangers-" she paused, preforming a large smile. "So, say your name and.. your most favorite thing to do! Like as a hobby! I'll go first! My name is Long Shot, and my favorite thing to do is play soccer!"
  25. Zap's fluttering sped up at the new command of moving side to side. All he had to do was a strafe. This was something he was not good at, knowing how to finesse his sideways movement seemed counter-intuitive to his understanding of the main purpose of flying which was to travel faster in the air going forward. With a trying smile, he attempted to shift his torso so that his left wing was higher than his right. Slowly, he started accelerating sideways to the right. At first barely, then noticeably, and then swiftly, he was flying strafe to his right side, able to hold a steady altitude for the time being. But he went too far. Unable to slow his lateral movement, he tried to angle his right wings up but was having trouble shifting his weight back. He could not get his back muscles to shift the way they should. And the distraction of focusing on weight shifting, he stopped maintaining his flutter rate and thus lost altitude. Seconds later, he felt the inevitable and gave in to the fall. Attempting to brace for impact, his legs made a sideways contact with the ground, and he was force into a roll. His body rolled twice before coming to a rest. He was unhurt, but he was embarrassed that he failed. He stood up and dusted off the dirt and grass on his wing to try again.
  26. It all happened so fast. Zap had covered his eyes at the sound of howling and barking and smashing. The snaps and brushes of tree trimmings echoed against the barn and the orchard trees, creating a symphony of splintering music. We wasn't immediately aware, but his mother had broke down the door to get outside and took it to the timberwolves that surrounded them one by one, some in the form of advanced aerial combat techniques. If only Zap had his eyes open, he could see the kind of power that she was capable of when a dire situation called upon her to become the hero of Equestria everypony knew her as. Eventually, Zap was pulled by the neck with his mother's teeth, and propped onto her back. Shocked at his rescue, he opened his eyes and held tightly in a fierce gallop to a safer part of the farm, next to a puddle of rainwater. Applejack saw herself in it, and Zap saw himself too. He was a timid pegasus pony colt who was visibly shaking and paler than his typical burnt orange complexion. He started to breathe heavier, his body trying to operate in reaction mode. His mother paused her gallop as she witnessed with Zap the collection of loose branches magnetized to each other to form the timberwolves remade. She lovingly scolded him about the stick. The stick! He had totally forgotten. Having been picked up from a frozen scared state, he had never actually let go of the stick. It was still glowing green in his hoof. This was the cause of the invasion? Zap's regret maximized as the little foal started on the path of what might be his biggest feeling of remorse yet in his life. It was hard. Hard to know that the thing that brought him so much joy was also endangering him and his family. Hard to admit that if he had just left the stick in the forest, none of this would have happened. Hard to change his mind on a dime about whether or not he really wanted to keep this stick for himself. But the more he thought about it, all he really wanted was the amenities of home and family, able to sleep in a comfortable bed while be read a bedtime story and waking up the next day to see breakfast on the table prepared by the ponies who loved him more than anything else in this world. After a few seconds, Zap threw the stick down in front of them. He didn't want the stick anymore.
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