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  2. Six hours into her flight, Tongue Twister took a quick snack break atop a cloud drifting in the right direction. Coupled with a few minutes rest, some dried fruit and a bottle of water can work wonders for one's morale (and energy reserves). "You keep vermin in your saddlebags ?" Polar Vortex asked. Tongue Twister turned her head to glare at him, the cloud she was sitting on darkening and starting to grumble with thunder. "Ace and Deuces are PETS ! Not VERMIN !" "They're rats. So by definition they are vermin." "They're DOMESTICATED rats ! They're centuries - hundreds of generations - removed from their feral ancestors !" the cloud now giving flashes of light from lightning. "They're still rats." he replied, "Why would anyone want them as pets ?" "Because they're smarter than dogs, but far more portable !" TT replied while shouting over the thunder from the cloud she was resting on, "Why am I wasting my time with you ? I don't have to explain myself to anyone !" She launched herself into the air with a kick to the cloud, releasing a lightning bolt towards Polar Vortex. "Some mares are just too sensitive !" he noted to himself as he effortless evaded TT's bolt. Four hours later, swinging around the end of the Webwing mountain range. "So what, exactly, are you looking for ?" Polar Vortex asked. "An archaeological site, like a temple, or some other stone constructions." TT stated over her shoulder while scanning the ground below, "Or a deflated mini-zeppelin." "You mean like that one over there ?" She looked to her left, and there on the ground was large wicker box stuffed full of what looked like silver grey silk. She landed to take a closer look. "Well, this is dad's old mini-zep alright !" she stated to Polar Vortex as he landed, "He hasn't used this thing since I was a filly !" "Weren't those recalled a few years ago because they weren't safe to be in ?" "They were only dangerous because they cut corners to mass produce them !" TT replied, "Just replace the skeletal rods and a few other parts, and they're just as good as the high end models ! At a fraction of the price .... which is why daddy bought the thing in the first place." "So he and your mother must be around here somewhere." Polar noted as he looked around, "But I don't see any ancient ruins. Or modern ruins. Or anything that even looks out of place." "Well, maybe we just need a higher vantage point !" TT stated as she flapped straight upward into the sky, slowly circling as she caught the morning thermals. Then she noted what looked like a very deep well, partially covered with a large circular capstone, a few dozen yards from the mini-zep. She smiled, figuring that her mom probably did what she was doing now. She signalled to Polar Vortex, hovering straight over the site until he came over. "Are those hieroglyphics on that stone cover ?" he asked. "Yes. Very badly eroded ones." TT answered, "They look early Quetzalcoatlan, but I can't be sure. These are in really bad shape !" "Rather odd entrance to a temple." Polar noted as he looked down the shaft into the darkness, "I would've thought it would be a big, showy structure above ground." "Well not all ancient structures are like those mentioned in Daring Do books !" TT growled before heading down the shaft, carefully using the deep hoofholds the original builders carved into the sides of the shaft. She noted that they were dusty and slightly crumbly from age, but there were two other series of cleared holds on the way down - most likely the ones her parents used earlier. "A virtually untouched early Quetzalcoatlan site ?! These things are rarer than eleven leaved clovers !" she thought to herself, trying hard NOT to squeal in delight. Polar Vortex headed down, then noticed there was light coming from the bottom of the entry shaft. "A light crystal with a long wire wrapped around it, stuck into a headband ?" he inquired about the odd headgear T-Twister was wearing. "We need light, and this keeps all hooves free !" she answered, looking at the bare walls of the room they were in as she scribbled down some notes. The room was shaped like a long triangle with the points rounded, and a single opening in the center of the smallest wall. There were two sets of hoofprints leading through it. There was a short corridor forward, which turned to the right for a few yards. Which then turned into a much longer corridor going left. Then into an even longer corridor going right again ! "This isn't much of a maze." Polar Vortex noted as he looked down the corridor - it was so long he could barely see the wall at the far end. "This isn't a maze. The builders crafted this corridor into the shape of a serpent." TT replied gleefully, "In their mythology, snakes had the power to go back and forth between the worlds of the living and the afterlife. The early Quetzal masons would never think of building any kind of underground structure without honoring the Serpent King in some way." "Interesting." Polar deadpanned, "Oh look - a mural of some snarling old stallion surrounded by weapons on the wall, and a tile floor. With various animal symbols on the tiles. Just like in Daring Do !" TT was scribbling notes as fast as she could, making note of the artwork, the shape of the corridors, barely noting that Polar Vortex had trotted forward. "Wait a minute ! That temple Daring was in for her book was dedicated to the Spirit of Peace. The glyph of the first syllable of his name was a rat. Thus the safe way through was the 'Path of Peace'. The rat tiles. But this mural is of the Spirit of War ! The glyph for the first syllable of his name is a jaguar !" "POLAR VORTEX ! WAIT !!" But TT's warning was just too late - he stepped on a rat tile, and poisoned darts shot from the walls to the left, right AND from behind them ! Or at least that's what was supposed to happen - the darts fell out of the walls and clattered harmlessly to the floor. Polar blinked a few times. "Well. That was ... convenient." "This vault must be MUCH older than I thought." TT stated, "Nopony's been in here to keep the traps properly maintained for centuries !" "Vault ? I thought this was a temple or a tomb." "Nope. If this were a temple, it would be above ground so everypony could get in. The walls would be covered with illustrations of their religion's stories. The traps would be meant to scare or contain, not harm. If this were a tomb, it would be the final resting place of somepony important. The walls would be covered with illustrations of all the great things they did, and a few prayers to the gods for good measure. The traps would start to become more harmful. THIS is a vault." TT finished as she waved her hoof at the walls, "Nopony is supposed to be down here. Which is why most of the walls are bare. And the traps are probably lethal." A smile slowly formed on Polar Vortex's muzzle. "Then there must be something valuable down here !" TT sighed. "WHY does it always have to be about money ?!" "Yes, there might be something valuable down here. That, or something very dangerous." A few yards down the corridor they passed another mural - this one of the Spirit of Peace. Polar Vortex carefully stepped on the rat tiles - and no darts fired. Tongue Twister merely hovered a few inches in the air, avoiding the pressure plates altogether. But she did notice piles of darts near the walls, meaning her parents must have come this way. Another few yards along they found another mural, of a mare with her eyes closed and a serene smile on her face, and floating in a bubble at an angle. "The Guardian of Dreams." TT stated, "Her symbol is the moth." Polar Vortex noted some tiles had moth symbols carved into them, then stepped back startled when he noticed there was a different mural on the opposite wall. This one looked like a shifting mass of shadows, eyes and teeth ! "That would be the Guardian of Dreams when somepony dared to offend the gods. No one escapes She Of The Countless Eyes." "Yeah. I much prefer Princess Luna as the guardian of dreams."
  3. Today
  4. Valen's mind was a marsh, a fog, and endless sea of grey it felt like. The last few days had been some of the most confusing, terrifying, and embarrassing of his life. It had started with his cousin and her friends discovering his other life and had cascaded one after another into Silver Spoon taking advantage of him and, somehow, magically enforcing her will. A metric ton of embarrassment later and she was off on some trip to another city. With time, the fog cleared enough for him to break through and want to talk to somepony about his experience. Obviously, somepony would be able to see through the charade she had built up around him, the facade so richly and quickly constructed to push whatever awful agenda she had in mind for him. Surely they would know what to do about it, have plans and punishments in mind, as well as succour for a failed soul. The first pony to speak with would be Applejack. The Cutie Mark Crusaders were out on a filly guide trip so he knew they would not be there to sour his conversation with his elder cousin. Applejack was a mare of great wisdom, was she not? Okay, maybe not entirely. She was stubborn and assertive in far too many matters where wisdom decreed caution and allowance for being wrong. But her stubborn nature would prove most agreeable here. While they had a few conversations in the past, he doubted she would be as easily swayed by Silver as others. He had told her what he thought and felt before and he didn't think a few small incidents would change her mind. Hopefully not, anyway. In any case, when the coast as clear he made his way from the guest room if the barn house to the orchard, where he followed the sound of applebucking and a sweet breeze to find some help for a decidedly sticky situation.
  5. Yesterday
  6. "Ooh, I hadn't even considered that. I suppose Twilight could be with whomever she wants, and probably gets a lot of suitors," Rarity replied with a small titter. Truth be told she had just been playfully suggesting the concept of Twilight trying to impress somepony. She didn't seem the most romantically inclined mare in all of the nation and Rarity doubted that Twilight would go through all this effort on her own selfish account. It wouldn't fit. No, she was far more likely to go through this for somepony else's benefit. Well, more like Rarity's benefit. She was likely the only mare who would want to arrange such an extravagant display to enhance her pursuit of a suitor. Not that she'd need to do so- Rarity was perfectly capable of enhancing her search regardless of the input of others. She could be accused of many things but being romantically stunted was certainly not one of them. Her thoughts on the matter were scattered about by Applejack's increasingly awkward behavior, which only made Rarity more and more concerned that something was eating up her normally collected friend. She scooted around, placed her hooves awkwardly, blushed and moved around. If Rarity didn't know better, which she did, she'd guess Applejack was having some sort of romantic stunting of her own right about now. It was worrying no matter what it was, though. Rarity did not know many mares with more confidence and stoic ability to trudge forward through adversity so something causing her friend to become more than a little peckish physically was, well, concerning. "Applejack, you seem tense. Is anything the matter?" Rarity asked directly, her voice carrying a small edge of concern as she pondered the many routes such an answer could take. She reached out and took her friend's hoof in hers in an act of reassurance. "You can tell me anything."
  7. "Heh, don't get cocky. You'll know you're getting close to me when you're not getting Wonderbolt's hoof every time you train. Eventually your muscles will be trained well enough that they don't get their flabby selves slapping around in there. Taut, firm muscles? No Wonderbolt's Hoof. Little pony princess fetlocks? Wonderbolt's hoof," Rainbow said with a cocky smile, tapping one of her friend's fetlocks and then pulling away in embarrassment. Okay, now she was acting like a total dork as well. Not a cool look. Nothing about her was cool right now and that was decidedly not very Rainbow Dash of her. She leaned back mostly to gain space and some time to think as she wondered just what the hay was going on. If she was being honest she knew what was going on, but honesty was never one of her strong suites. Why couldn't Twilight like Applejack? That would be cut and dry, no matter which side of the field Applejack wanted to play. Instead, it had to fall on Rainbow's shoulders to break some hearts tonight- she thought she meant heart- and she wasn't sure she was ready. luckily, it wasn't like she had to make a decision in the next few minutes, right? Scratch that, Twilight wanted to know if Rainbow was busy. She really wished she was now, but alas she was not. And she even used the word alas in her head. She was in trouble. "Uhhh...not that I know of, I think. I mean, maybe? No, I'm not. Unless I am...I don't think- no, no, I'm not. Why?" She flubbed over every single word that came dribbling out of her idiot mouth, which she wasn't conscious about before but was now. She had more than half a mind to declare the break over and run Twilight through some more training just to prevent whatever crazy words were soon to be said, but she wasn't cruel. Not that cruel, not yet. Desperation makes strange bedfellows however and her mind raced with the many outrages that were about to be unleashed and she wasn't at all pleased with what felt like a tightening of a lacey noose around her midsection that seemed to cut short her breath for reasons she was ignorant of...unless she was being truthful. Then she was very sure why it was happening.
  8. The push to keep the pressure up was not unexpected, in fact it was how she liked to handle herself. Overwhelm them with raw force and unrelenting pressure to make them slip up. So long as the pressure is steady it keeps one in a endless chain of drafting and pulling back out of fear. She did not allow such fear to grip her and pushed back against the mutt. The hook was to much like the last one, repeating a faint, so she did not move to block it by pushed in to it with a left hook of her own in to the mutts chest well eating his own jab in to her own chest. A blow for a blow as both push hard to make the back off. Swallowing the pain as the wind was pushed from her lungs Lightning followed up her hook by pushing in closer and going for an antler headbutt.
  9. Last week
  10. While dimensional rifts were not unknown in this world, they weren't uniformly distributed; some countries dealt with them more than others. Some countries dealt with them so often, in fact, that their governments had entire divisions dedicated to tracking and predicting such breaches, and doing it well. Equestria... was not one of those countries. But Neighpon was. The Shogunate didn't normally venture so far outside of its borders to deal with any breaches it located in other continents, but if it had agents in place already... Shiroi Boshi, better known as Kōkina Kyūkei, didn't especially mind her vacation being interrupted. If her leave from duty wasn't mandatory, chances were she wouldn't have taken it; the mare was haunted by a constant concern for her native land. And while the breach wasn't a threat to Neighpon per se, that only meant she had the opportunity to observe, and subsequently maximize the opportunities this might present to the Shogunate. On the surface, the unicorn didn't look all that different from the sort of tech-cyborg that Lightning dust was, only with a more "street samurai" fashion sense, and tech several generations behind. Not so much behind that she couldn't detect the presence of advanced technology, but certainly too far behind to easily interface. *Just what in the name of Inuyasha dropped down, and how can I get me some of that?* Licking her lips slightly at the thought of all the new toys that could come from a successful capture or neutralization, she made her way to the park, upstream of the panicked civilians fleeing. *Like the koi, pursuing the destiny of dragonhood.* Upon emerging to view the altercation, she immediately ducked behind a bush, eyes wide at the supplemented pegasus. *Long live the-? She must come from a world where the Tatakau Zaibatsu continued and spread! This is extremely worrisome...* Indeed, if any resentful veteran of those corporate civil wars got even so much as a hint of LD's emergence, there would be considerable trouble back home, which could not be tolerated. Hence, why Kōkina was willing to deploy some more... experimental gear. Taking out what looked like a dart gun, she took aim, and fired... what looked like a cloud of smoke. The smoke, however, was more that what it seemed. A cloud of nanite transmitters, a gaseous supercomputer, designed to be a universal interfacer with all technology more advanced that a slide rule. "Now, let's just see what is what is what with you..." She muttered under her breath in her native tongue, a less-sophisticated readout appearing on the inner lens of her shades.
  11. Daze nodded her head from Thrilly's suggestion, not even thinking about the easiest solution. How dumb could she be? "Of course, I guess that idea just flew over my head!" she smiled, waiting for a laugh from her silly pun, snickering herself on how cheesy the line was. She had to do it, she couldn't leave that opportunity hanging. So, she lifted herself into the air and grabbed the kitty from her arms, picking her up off the ground. A sort of stench hit Daze in the nose, and she couldn't help herself from gagging. "What the-?" she dropped the cat, shaking her head. "Is that you, or me? Or both?" she looked down at herself and took a whiff, gagging once again. "It's me, man. It's definitely me." She shook her head again, trying to clear out her head from the nasty stench the two carried. After calming her senses, she held her breath, picked up Thrilly, and started to lift her over the pile and onto the other side. A piece of cake, Daze thought. A piece of very stinky cake. The Pegasus gently put the cat down, looking for the thief, who was actually sitting right there, putting something in a bag behind a trash can. "I think that's our guy," Daze whispered, staring at him and wondering what he was doing. "Okay, we gotta plan our attack." She sat there, rubbing her hooves together with a dangerous smirk on her face. "We can attack from behind! Or we can throw a trash lid at him! Or- Or we can come onto him on both sides and grab 'em! Or slowly creep onto him and pounce on him like a cat!" She then looked at Thrilly sheepishly, letting out a short laugh. "Is that offensive?"
  12. "It would certainly be very interesting if he managed to do that. Extending a lifespan with powerful magic is possible, though rare. Rejuvenating one's own aetheric energies to help forestall ageing is a known spell quality, if very difficult to pull off. And there are many spells designed to be long-lasting as a base element, and anything we encounter of the sort may very well remain. But artificially lengthening the life of a spell if it isn't a major component of the spell requires one of two things. Either the area needs to be kept isolated from other aetheric fields and you create what is called an aetheric tiding loop. Gusty the Great's spellwork around Mount Everhoof is the greatest example of this. The enchanted winds create a self-regenerating magical loop that powers itself and powers a barrier spell nearby that is connected to it. It can only do this because there are no other active auras within a certain distance of the originating points. If there were other active auras within range, then it would prove dangerous as one's own aetheric aura could be affected by the spells. Of course, that leaves it open to the other possibility. Spells that can drain small amounts of aether from around them, usually from sentient auras. This can lead to a rash of illnesses though if the originating point isn't discovered. I wonder if we looked into the city blocks around the site if we'd find a lot of aether illnesses over the years? Or, as you suggested, he found another method. So many possibilities!" Twilight spoke breathlessly, geeking out over the possibilities. What an exciting time to be alive, with all of these magical relics, theorems, and elements being discovered, rediscovered, understood, and applied. She knew better than most to be both skeptical but to never say no to a possibility, no matter how absurd it was. Much of her life had become absurd, why not everything else? One thing that she knew for certain was rather silly, however, was tomb raiding. It usually meant disturbing elements of rest and peace for little cause- rarely providing new and bold insights. "Tomb raiding is a silly pony's game. I think we're both familiar with a pegasus mare who would be well served if she stayed home with her wife and out of the various hotspots she finds herself in. Fire has the right idea," She joked, wondering if Squall would take it in the intended manner. Hopefully he would, and would continue to concur with his wife's sound logic. The explanation of how they had conquered some of the problems that faced the vessel were interesting, to say the least. "Good, good! Neighponese golemmu though...that could prove tricky over time. They tend to overload Equestrian aetheric circuits due to their natural anti-grav flux auras impeding most protective elements of natural aetherium. I hope she compensated for it with a less severe transference mechanism," Twilight said as she levitated a drink up to her and to her companion. "A drink to success?"
  13. “All citizens please clear the area and find cover. There is an 95.23 percent chance of collateral damage and or death to non-combatants! All citizens are to remain calm! Unexpected behavior may cause unnecessary defensive action to be taken, resulting in damage or death of citizen non-combatants!” Lightning added as she moved in to a full speed run at her targets, she hated forced scripted speech. It felt weird to have words forced out of one's muzzle without your own input on it. But she had more pressing matters to deal with. Leaping in to the air with blinding speed she dodges in the incoming discs, aimes here for legs and opens fire in one clam calculated move as her combat poragarms documented what the combatants did, moved and acted to help her better pre-act there moves. The longer she was engaged the better her AI can judge what they will do and pre-run ways to counteract them. It was about time this world learns not to mess with a first class Enforcer. “For the Hurricane Conglomerate! Long live the CEOs!” She shouted as more combat drugs flood her body and line after line of text, maps and combat date flash before her eyes.
  14. Man, I liked that episode more than i thought I would. I kind of want to know how sibling dynamics work with dragons. With that many eggs, they must be laid in clusters right?
  15. When Spike and Fluttershy go with Smolder to the Dragon Lands to help cheer up her sensitive brother, they find out that the Dragon Eggs aren't hatching. This thread is dedicated to discussing the episode before, during, and afterwards. As the thread is now open it may indeed contain spoilers. I ask that potential spoilers talked about or shown before the episode airs stay within the spoiler tags please, after the episode you no longer have to use the spoiler tags, but warning, if you haven't seen the episode yet after it airs, this thread no doubt will have all sorts of spoilers in reviews, images, etc. So tread at your own risk
  16. Oh boy. Thrilly knew most of those pony onlookers would go home or to work and have an interesting story to tell their friends or family. They just spotted an pony with some sort of mutant sewer kitty! Just like baby alligators, you toss a few unwanted kittens into the pot, eventually you’ll end up with evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled kitties popping out of pony's lavatories, infringing their personal freedom! At least this one came out of an maintenance hole! The small cat glanced down at herself. Ugh! She looked horrible, and probably smelled even worse. In old comic strips, she would probably have little stink lines drawn that would be coming off her. And possibly there would be poor unconscious ponies with little crosses for eyes who were overwhelmed by her smell. Maybe even they were Prench ponies. Ce chat qu’elle pue pue! Pue pue indeed! "Ah thanks.", the foul smelling feline smile back at her new friend. They were still on the thief's track! And the chase was on... Unfortunately, this wasn't very long as one way was blocked. What could they do? "You'll just have to fly us over this ally thing...Maybe we could meet him at the end?", she waited to be scooped up.
  17. A creaking could be heard as the door to the Explorers Society as a pink-haired stallion poked his head into the establishment. Candy Cain gave a sigh of relief: This was the place after all. He had been worried at first - he had, more often than not, taken a wrong turn in his travels when it came to little establishments like these. He couldn't help it. He was new to the areas outside of Canterlot still. That could soon change though, He just had to stick with it and explore a little more. He continued to travel around to this day. For now, though, Cain was tired. He'd heard of this place from a couple ponies miles back, and had decided to take a look. It sounded interesting enough. But was it really worth walking all the way out here? That was what the locals had asked Cain before he'd set out to find the place. In his opinion, any place was worth it, as long as it was something new. This was new. So Cain would check it out, at least once. The stallion's bubblegum-pink mane and wheat-colored coat seemed a bit dusty from hours of walking on the dirt trail. No matter, he could fix that later. Still, it pained Cain that he had to been seen like this: it was sort of embarrassing. He didn't want anyone thinking he was always a mess like this. Candy Cain took a few steps inside, shut the door quietly, and glanced around. It wasn't the biggest pub he'd ever seen, but it felt nice and cozy. There was even a fireplace, with a few ponies already gathered around. Cain allowed himself a lopsided grin as he walked a little closer to them. It seemed as if stories were being told over there. . . he'd go check it out, but it would have to wait for now. Right now, Cain was, above all, thirsty. The stallion made his way over to the bar, and knocked the wood with a hoof to catch the bartender's attention. He nodded to them, a silent greeting, before saying, "What's the best ya got? I'll take it." Cain wasn't normally one to spend a bunch of money on things like food (or drinks), but, hey. He'd walked all the way out here - might as well take a load off and enjoy a little rest. Something cold right now would be perfect. While he waited, Cain turned back to the fire, examining those who sat by it. An attractive red mare and a gray lad he'd never seen around before, and. . . "Well, I'll be," Cain allowed himself another crooked grin, his exhaustion forgotten, if only for a moment. "Would that be miss Wind Walker I see over there? Good evenin', sport!" They might not have spoken much, but Cain could certainly remember the little filly from Nightmare Night awhile back. He'd given her and a few others treats, after all. That had been fun.
  18. Hey ponies!

    Random Question!

    Twix or Snickers?

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    2. Ciraxis

      Ciraxis

      Neither, I will take my own country sweet bar, thank you very much.

    3. PrinceBlueblood

      PrinceBlueblood

      Snickers between the two, but out of all the bars from the Mars company, Milky Way Midnights (the ones with the dark chocolate coating) are probably my favorites.

       

      Favorite Candy bar period are Milkas, but I have to import those.

    4. tacobob
  19. "makes me think she is trying to impress somepony. Who do you think the lucky stallion is?" Applejack swallowed hard, being caught off guard by the question. She still hadn't come anywhere near where she wanted to in regards to expressing her feelings for the mare next to her. She felt she was letting herself down as the knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach at the thought of what she knew she needed to say. She just couldn't bring herself to broach the topic. The topic where her heart would be bared and exposed for the breaking. Nope, it was too much. She knew Twilight would be disappointed, especially after all the hard work she had put into helping. They had been allowed on the royal balcony for Celestia's sake and AJ still couldn't do it! "Uh," She worked on unfolding the blanket with her eyes cast skyward. At least there wasn't going to be any awkward silences. The light show had started off with a bang and promised to continue in the same manner. It was only a moment before the rest of the Wonderbolts burst across the skies, trailing plumes of sparks and colored fire! "Stallion...or mare..." The words came out softly and she wished suddenly that she could suck them back in. "Whoever it is, it must be somepony pretty darn special," She finished with the unfolding. AJ wished she could snuggle up next to Rarity. She loved being near the unicorn. She always smelled amazing and just being close was enough to melt the farm mare's heart. But, she couldn't bring herself to make a move like that. Instead she scooted closer, little by little until she could feel herself come into a comfortable distant from her friend. Somewhere between distant and awkwardly close. Perfect right? She took the blanket and tossed one side over her friend's legs, keeping the other to place over her own. The warmth increased right away and AJ sighed. "Turnin' out to be the perfect evenin'," She glanced over at Rarity, noting how the lights from the show reflected in her eyes. She was beautiful. AJ was happy to even know Rarity. But she'd be so much happier to be closer to her than she was. Both in the physical and emotional senses. scoot Without hardly a thought she'd scooted so close their legs were touching. Now that she was here she didn't know what to do. She didn't want to move away that was for sure! A sudden cascade of stars and sparks lit up the sky! It appeared to be magic that only the Princess of the Night could conjure! "Wooooow!" As the sparks flew Applejack's front hoof moved to rest on Rarity's upper leg. She moved it away quickly afterwards and gulped. Wow indeed. She sure was makin' a right mess of this...
  20. “She’s heard all my interesting ones.. Edited for filly consumption of course.”, the mare added with a slightly tired smile. “Probably not a lot of bards singing about the time they had to wait in line at the ‘Sofa & Quill’ store in Ponyville....Although the story about why they have a store in Ponyville that sells only quills and sofas would probably make for a ripping tale.” There were quills needed for her office, and even the Ponesturepedic memory foam mattress that she ended up getting for her little bedroom area at the castle. The store's owner, Davenport was right. She now sleeps like a foal seven nights a week! "Dad is a big and scary guy with a voice that could shake the scales off an great wyrm, so I'm guessing nopony would dare tell him to his face that his stories were full of Wumpus..." She remembered the nights she would listen to his father and his friends try to one-up each other with their own stories...Obviously edited for a filly consumption of course. During this yearly event, it was probably encouraged to fill one's tales with Wumpus or humbuggery. She still never got to hear any of their Celestia stories. One would mention they had an Princess story to tell, and then after realizing a school-filly was within ear-shot, and quickly change topics. She enjoyed her beverage and waited to hear the stallion's story. As she did, even more patrons started to get into line. Some even peered at the story-teller to hear what he had to say. The filly glanced at the stallion's markings for a moment. What a weird race they were. No other species had a 'cutie mark'. If an griffon was really good at something or enjoyed a certain thing, they would probably have to tell someone. But a pony would end up with an graphic of said thing or activity they enjoyed on their flank. Why did this happen? And seriously? Or their backside? Why was this a thing? Grey had a shield marking and a rather old scar. He probably had more than a few interesting stories to tell. Wind Walker smiled as the stallion told his tale. A thief snatched his bits, and the pursuit was a-hoof! And then the nasty pilferer of a Pegasus broke out his knife, "I'm guessing after this encounter, siting was a slight issue for you for a bit." Oh, how she would HATE to be stabbed in the flank! Actually, she would hate to be stabbed at all. And to receive such a stabbing that one would get an permanent scar that could be seen through his hair. Even worse! There better be more to this story. An epic battle between foes. One that ended in victory for Shield, but one with a bit of owies at the end. End of the story. Beginning of pain for the pony. "Go on..", she waggled her eyebrows at the pony. She obviously wanted to hear more.
  21. Twi sucked in great quantities of air when she was finally able to fold back her wings and let her hooves take her weight once more. Except for... "Ow..." She muttered as she rubbed the joints at the bottom of her legs. she blew her forelocks back and rubbed more, trying to make the pain sub side. Rainbow was gone and then back in quick succession with a water bucket in tow. "Wow, so glamorous!" She winked at her trainer before dipping a mug into the water. Though it had apparently been "borrowed" from a nearby farm the water was cool and clean. It tasted so wonderful as she drink in first one mug and then half of another. She continued to pant between turns at drinking until her heart rate finally slowed down. The Princess nodded as RD asked about her fetlock situation. "Actually yeah, they're super sore," She rubbed again, this time at her back fetlocks. They weren't quite as sore as the front but still they throbbed. "Wonderbolt hoof, on my first day," She couldn't but grin. "Looks like I'll be catching up to you in no time huh Rainbow?" Her eyes lingered a bit too long once more, taking in the mare before her. She couldn't help but wonder what RD must be thinking. Twi had already slipped up a ton of times today, letting her eyes hover for too long, blushing like a school filly, making awkward comment...just to name a few. There was no way Rainbow hadn't noticed, it was just the question of how she was taking it. Could she have a hint of the thoughts tumbling about in the Princess' head and heart? The thought of letting her feelings out in the open almost caused another trade mark blush to hint at her cheeks. Twi dipped her head for another drink of water to cover herself. Geez! She was totally losing control here! "Ummmm," She stammered a bit. "Hey Rainbow," Another moment of those sparkling purple orbs focused on her heart's desire. "Are you busy later this evening?" Certainly a leading question but she could hardly help herself at this point.
  22. Here are some things you can completely forget about then. The damage reflect feature of Gold Experience. Its never used after Giorno's fight with Koichi. The 'hyper mode' from GE's punches. Its only used against Bruno. The rules as to how much control Giorno has over newly created animals keeps changing. Matter of fact, what he can turn into what also changes. Its never explained in the show how Giorno gets that picture of DIO. Giorno is never once referred to as JoJo or GioGio.
  23. Oh boy I can't wait, I've only finished episode six so far
  24. Part 5 is the worst for stuff like that. So much retcon in the first few eps.
  25. My friend reminded me as soon as I finished part 4, what a bruh moment my new headcanon is that it was just a random stranger and not himself
  26. All cabin and no engine... who would have thought that choosing the last one would probably be a bad thing? Was this train cursed? It would seem awfully weird and strange for the train to just split like that and have no one notice. Supposedly. Maybe someone from the other side noticed? Sooner they noticed sooner they could come back for them? Although as far as she was aware the train wasn't designed to stay in this environment for longer than it needed to. It was probably safer for the train to continue and than send back help. From a selfless standpoint, she would go with that. From a 'she didn't want to die in this extreme moment' standpoint she hoped not. "Alright, yes jump. Yeah totally." She wasn't particularly sure if she leaving was any better than staying here. Sure there was turbulence and that, but she stood her ground, right? It seemed with no time to think, the group already made up their mind. "Make sure to roll when you land." She said out loud to no one in particular. It just went through her mind at that moment, probably wouldn't matter anyway because it's just snow. Unless it's ice. She hoped not. She would need to grab her stuff first. She didn't bring much with her, just one set of bags. She was not intending on spending a lot of time at her destination anyway. It was a good thing she didn't have to carry much through here. "Er, thanks I appreciate the concern, but, I'm sure I can take care of myself," She replied to the griffon while she was retrieving her bag. The Griffon probably didn't listen to her anyway. It took her a bit longer than she wanted to grab her stuff because it was a bit mixed up in the rummage and she couldn't really tell the difference. "Alright got it- hey!" she was yanked off the ground by the griffon who carried her towards the exit. She wanted to complain but in this situation any interruptions were ill-advised. Yeah, the train was totally cursed. The air outside was cold, she could feel it from the parts of her that weren't pressed up against the Gryphon. For a moment she thought it wasn't going to happen but it did and they landed on the ground a moment later. "Hey, uh Zelda... You can stop holding on to me now." Who would have thought she would be the one getting "rescued?"
  27. Yona's starting to grow on me a bit

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