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  2. If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. For that the city of Manehatten was bustling with activity: taxi stagecoach ponies galloping down the streets to pick up riders for an expensive fee, airships soaring high just beneath the clouds, the shrieking brakes from the subway below the ground, and the shrill whistles from trains carrying ponies to their destinations. Unfortunately, one pony was in the hustle and bustle of this activity, carrying his saddlebags in great haste after disembarking the train. Flying down to the subway station below ground, he caught a subway train just in time, making sure that he paid the fare. Breathing a sigh of relief, he placed his bags onto the seat next to him and opened it up, making sure all of his sheet music was organized for the concert. "Hey, you with the saddlebags. What's your problem?" Slide Fortissimo looked up from looking inside his bag at the pony across from him. "Excuse me?" "Don't you know subway etiquette? If you have one bag, you put it on the floor. If you have two bags, you put them in the luggage racks at the end of each car. Same goes for three bags. However, if you have four bags, then you should take a ride on one of those stagecoaches if you know what I mean." "Ah, I see. My apologies sir, but I'm almost late for a performance. You see, I'm perform-" The pony shushed him. "I don't need to know what you do sir, but it looks like you'll do well while wearing those clothes. Be careful out there, okay?" "Absolutely sir. Thank you." Slide Fortissimo placed his saddlebags onto the floor in front of him as the stranger went back to his seat. He hadn't been asked for an autograph yet upon his arrival in Manehatten, but as Principal Trombone of the Royal Canterlot Orchestra, Slide was needed for warm ups as soon as possible. The orchestra was going to perform at the town square soon and he didn't want to be late. After studying the majority of the music, Slide disembarked from the train at his stop and departed the subway in haste, trotting to the town square as fast as he could. When Slide was passing by the main stage in the square, he felt a glimmer of rainbow color from his right. With curiosity, he climbed up the stage stairs and when he reached the backstage area, he gasped and stared up at the colorful backdrop. "Whoa! Who painted this?"
  3. Today
  4. Very cute character! Have fun with him
  5. Manehattan; the busiest and most packed city in Equestria, most would say. Celebrities, famous restaurant owners, stylish artists, and more, come from everywhere in this world to take on this city and what it has in store for them. Many come for the sights, and many come for competitions. Like one competition being held in town square. A music one, which entails many different bands and communities to come in and preform to be judged and win a prize. Mainly publicity, but some extra cash too. Ponies and creatures of all sizes want to come and show their talents off to be victorious in their matches, which normally leads to some unprofessional jealousy and such. One pony normally found this argumentation kind of funny, and entertaining, and she could watch these fights all day long while she paints her pictures on the walls of the backdrop. As long as they didn't touch her wet masterpiece, everything would be find and dandy. She was normally laid back anyway, and wouldn't fuss too much about it, but it would still make her mad. And her name was familiar on the tongue, as she was known all over from her family back in Las Pegasus. She wouldn't be here today without her famous family, as she wouldn't have been paid to come and paint her masterpieces on the backdrops for the competition. She normally couldn't be seen without somepony recognizing her, but not to toot her own horn, she loved the attention. "Street Art?" a random pony said from behind the purple unicorn, making the mare turn around. Rainbow paint was splashed all over her, but she was used to the sticky stuff on her coat. "That's me, baby." Her voice was as sweet as honey, which made the stranger melt from the soft tune. "Can I get your autograph?" "Sure can do, honey." Her horn lit up, lifting a pen and a random piece of paper she found on a stool, not noticing it was a music sheet. Normally her own self got in the way of being observant to others. The mare then signed the sheet with pretty cursive writing, and gave it to the pony. "Have a nice day." Art turned back around, fiddling around with her paint brush as she dipped it in a soft yellow, finishing up her orange sun in the corner of the painting. She wanted this pony's background to be fun and indulging, yet sophisticated. She felt like the hint of blues and yellows worked perfectly. She felt like she needed to add more, though. Maybe some orange? That should do. The mare got back to work, keeping herself contained, but also listening to the conversations around her. This day seemed perfect already.
  6. Daze washed herself down thoroughly, getting the rotten smell out of her mane and coat. The Pegasus generally didn't like being wet all too much, as her mane and tail normally knotted up afterwards while drying. If that wasn't a pain to brush, she didn't know what was. This bath was different though, because the soap was so.. magical? Almost all her scrapes and cuts were gone, in a matter of seconds. Her sweaty joints and muscles didn't ache anymore. She seemed like a new pony. And after she spit the water out, Knife and Thrilly's reaction had her dying of laughter. "This water ain't that dirty. The soap is hella strong, no big deal." Daze wiped a tear from her eye, as her laughs became chuckles. The dragon said something about tooting in the water, and that made Daze fly immediately out of the bath. She swooped down and grabbed a towel, glaring at the baby dragon. "You're really disgusting," she grumbled, scrunching up her nose in distaste. Thrilly put a smile back on Daze's face when she started calling Knife 'Dragon-Toots'. Something about that tickled the tan Pegasus. "Ha! Dragon-Toots- I can't with that!" She irrupted in laughter again, rolling onto her back in the air and clutching her stomach. After her laughing fit rolled down, she thought of the restaurant the trio could go to, since she had an idea. "I don't know how you guys feel about Indian food, but I heard the Tasty Treat has really yummy stuff." She athletic mare then flew to the window, with a towel wrapped in her mane, and pointed down the street to a orange building not too far away.
  7. The 'Great Caboose in The sky.' That was a... solemn way to put it. Although, one might remark that the best way to go, is around your own field, your own realm. She wasn't quite sure how that would apply to herself one day. She looked old, apparently, does that mean she would live less too? It was best for her not to think about such things. "I'm not sure if they found much evidence, but if not, then we could possibly get the answer in the future then?" The idea of one going forwards into time was something that she didn't really want to debate over herself. "Some ponies, just like to experience different ways that love could possibly happen, even if it's not personally themselves, so I won't blame them for enjoying such pure genre. I would probably die before I wrote a pure." Maybe one needed to experience romance themselves before such pure of a story could be written. "When you say history novels, how much, well, true history do you want in the story? I've had the idea of one that was more of a side plot to the history. The events still happened as they literally did, but there was some side stuff that I would come up with on my own." Her suspicion was confirmed, and she could basically imagine the colt mentally berating himself. "Hey, please. No need to tread lightly. I've had ponies doing it since before. I can't fault somepony as yourself for not noticing." She didn't really elaborate on what 'before' meant exactly, but ponies had been treating her definitely since it started those decades ago. She was aided by the colt onto a proper seat. "Do they come by here often? I'm getting the vibes that it would be something they would do." While guards aren't quite explorer's, they aren't far fetched. "I should probably be asking you if you come by here often."
  8. At least I think it's ready. Just let me know if it's lacking and I'll be happy to fix it.
  9. I've been sick in a way I can't explain.

    1. tacobob


      Well, I wish you have a speedy recovery for whatever ails you.

  10. Yesterday
  11. *poof* an old, moldy Mars Bar pops into your hand. It is covered in lint, dirt and a plethera of unknowns. I wish I had a billion dollars in my bank account.
  12. Flaire saw the unicorn just as he was about to run into her. He would have been unable to stop himself in time, but thankfully, she had noticed him in time, and stepped aside. Flaire skidded to a stop, narrowly avoiding embarrassingly falling on his face. "Sweet Celestia!" He exclaimed "I am so sorry! I usually don't gallop blindly about the street." he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head "I nearly lost my list, and I really need that." He looked at the mare who he'd almost knocked over. She was holding his list with her magic. "Oh, Thank goodness!" He breathed "You caught it!" He righted himself, cleared his throat, and generally attempted to salvage what was left of his dignity. He reached out a hoof in greeting. "The name's Dramatic Flaire." he introduced "but everypony calls me Flaire." He smiled at her "What's your name, if I may be so bold?"
  13. Boulder Dash nodded as Rarity walked through the door. He knew she had expensive tastes and thus made sure to find the most expensive restaurant in town. Yes it would break him for a few days, but he knew she was worth it and his Ma had insisted on it. Following her into the restaurant he approached a fancy, pencil mustached pegasus in a waiter's uniform. "Boulder Dash, party of two please?" he said to the waiter. The pegasus looked up and gave Boulder Dash the once over. Like a piece of produce on display at the market, Boulder Dash felt so out of place as the Stallion looked at him. The waiter nodded as he looked at his book, nodding in approval before seeing Rarity next to him. "Ah Madameoselle Rarity! Your truly grace us with your presence and that of your guest! To have the most premiere Pony of culture and fashion grace us with her presence is a true honor" the waiter said as he grabbed two menus and bowed to Rarity. Boulder Dash stood to the side feeling a bit out of place. He wasn't used to these fancy dinners, a hayburger and a pint of ale was all he needed to call a meal. But he knew how much this dinner meant to Rarity and thus tried not to do anything to embarrass her.
  14. "Well, I think that just about does it for today," The unicorn looked over her check list as she backed out of the front door of Carousal Boutique. She looked over the top of her red framed glasses and smiled. "Spike! That's enough for one day!" The dragon was always such a good helper and now that he had wings he could do even more than before. The best part was he always seemed to be falling all over himself with a will to get done whatever she needed. He certainly was a good friend. One in a million in fact! "Ok Rarity! Just getting this last corner..." Spike flew back to the ground and trotted to the closet to deposit a feather duster and apron. "All finished!" He smiled as he made his way outside and allowed Rarity to lock the door. "Thank you so much Spikey Wikey! I certainly do appreciate your help. I find less and less time to come and check on the Boutique what with everything going on at my other stores. The Canterlot location certainly is a bit more grand but Carousal Boutique will always have a special place in my heart," She nodded fondly towards her establishment. "Ok then, I guess I'll go back over to the castle and see if Twilight needs anything else..." He drug his foot claws through the soft grass. "Thank you again Spike," She bent down and gave him a little peck on the cheek. Spike blushed and turned to the side with embarrassment. "Anything for you Rarity!" With that the dragon made his way back to the Castle of Friendship. Rarity smiled softly as he went. Spike really was a good friend. As she turned to make her way home a sudden breeze caused a slip of paper to press up against her leg. The unicorn used her magic to remove the paper just as her eyes caught a figure barreling straight for her! "Oh my Celestia!" She cried out in shock as she neatly side stepped, nearly missing a collision!
  15. Oof..that's a lot of questions...I'll have to make some notes about that on my phone and then add it on this form.
  16. "I bet if I wear this costume, people won't think twice about the stolen goods in my bag."
  17. @SymphonicFire You thought it'd be a person with a weird allergy. But it was me. Kait. Someone with four limbs. ....okay, fine. Someone who agrees that pineapple on pizza is an abomination.
  18. from -10 to 10? Well, I'd give myself a -3, then. I'm not "give people nightmares, traumatize children, make babies cry" ugly, but I'm not exactly dating material lol
  19. Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Stellar Drift Sex: Stallion Age: Adult Species: Pegasus Eye colour: Blue Coat: very light grey Mane/Tail: Blue to grey gradient, slightly messy. Physique: Average Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Astronomer Cutie Mark: The pegasus constellation in front of a moon. (I'm going to mention his cutie mark moment in the "history" section) Unique Traits: Wears glasses History: As a colt, Stellar was often pressured to pursue a carrier in sports. His parents are both athletes, and wanted him to be one, too. He learned a lot about buckball, hoofball, and the Wonderbolts. He was just never really interested in it. Sometimes, he would spend the night staring into the stars, thinking about what he wanted out of life. Then, one day, as a joke, his dad bought him a small telescope and said "if you're gonna stare at them so long, might as well get a better look, amirite?" His dad thought he was hilarious, but Stellar took it more seriously. That night, he was looking through his telescope, and his dad came out to chat. He said "If you really don't want to be a sports pony, then I guess I can't force you. You should do what makes you happy. and if staring at the stars is what makes you happy, then... then I guess I could always get you a better telescope." They spent that night staring at the stars together. Stellar's Dad asked him about some of them, and he'd answer lots of questions. At one point, his dad said "You know, you're pretty good at this stuff. Wouldn't it be funny if it ended up being your special talent?" making a friendly jab at the fact that he was still a blank flank and all his friends had gotten their cutie marks (it had become a sort of running joke once he stopped worrying about it) Stellar had a sudden realisation. Just how much star gazing meant to him. And right then and there, he got his cutie mark. His family couldn't be prouder (unless, of course, he'd become a Wonderbolt instead, they would joke). Character Personality: A generally introverted book worm, lately, he's trying to be more outgoing. Quirky and a bit awkward. Character Summary: Stellar Drift is a booksy pegasus with a knack for astronomy who sometimes has a hard time with socialization.
  20. A good evening to you, madame. I am but a weary traveler who humbly wishes to inquire on the status of a certain thread of intrigue taking residence here.
  21. Just when I think I'm out...I get tempted back in <<

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    2. Pretzelparty
    3. RainbowFoxxy
    4. Bellosh


      Gah, another poor soul lured out of RP retirement! Who'll be next? :O

  22. Okie Dokie. I look forward to rping with you. ^v^ And Szalhi, I have another OC (who doesn't have as many peripherals. lol) That I'm going to make an app for later, and I look forward to using him. Perhaps you could join me on that one, when it happens. If you want, I'll PM you before I make the Sign up post to give you first dibs.
  23. The sun hung lazily in the west, still shining brightly over Ponyville, but beginning to approach the end of Celestia's day. A large, old caravan lumbered along the dirt road on its way into town. The paint, somewhat faded from years of sun, depicted a stylized stage with lights around it. Emblazoned over this display, were the words "Tour d'Equestria" in large ornate letters. Under which it said "Touring Theatre". The vehicle swayed side to side gently, pulled by a very large, sturdy Earth Pony riddled with scars. He smiled as he crested the hill and saw the town come into view. He stopped a moment and stomped thunderously on the ground. "What is it, hoof?" called a voice from inside "Are you tired?" He stomped once. "Just a moment." the voice requested. some rustling from inside and a crash then out came a grey pony "What is it?" He asked Hoof gave him an expectant look. "Sorry" the grey pony said "he's asleep" Hoof pointed to the town down the hill. "Thunderhoof," The grey one started "get ready for a real bed. We're here." Hoof stomped excitedly, and continued on. Grey went back inside. Inside, grey pony walled over to a sleeping unicorn and gently shook him awake. "Stage!" he whispered "Stage, wake up. We're almost there!" Stage stirred, spoke a few words in French before "Flaire, please. Let me sleep. It has been a long week." He grumbled "Wait. We are here?" he asked "Almost." Flaire answered "Maybe 5 minutes." Stage groaned. "I tell you what. You know where the list is, yes?" he offered "Yes, director, of course. I'll take care of it, you guys can sleep." Flaire answered "Don't forget the grease. That wheel has been driving me up the wall." "Don't worry, I've got this." He was met with snoring. "Alright. I've got this." Flaire said to himself. A few minutes later, the caravan stopped moving, and he heard a heavy thud outside. He grabbed his saddle bag, and climbed out to the driver seat to check on Thunderhoof. He heard loud snoring coming from the ground. He looked down and saw Hoof crumpled in front of the caravan sleeping soundly. "It really has been a long week." Flaire chuckled. He climbed down the short ladder from the seat down to the axle, and jumped to the ground. They'd made it to the outer edge of the small town. Flaire could see the star-shaped spire in the distance that belonged to the castle of friendship, signifying that he was, indeed, in Ponyville. He looked around. There were a couple of ponies still up and about. The day was not yet done, but time was not on his side. Flaire trotted down the street looking about the houses and businesses for the stores he needed. As he looked, his face slowly contorted from an excited smile for a new place into one of confusion and mild concern. until, all at once, he stopped and quietly exclaimed. "Oh, Fi!" he complained "I don't see what I'm looking for anywhere! Maybe I should've waited for Stage to help me after all." He reached in his bag and pulled out a list in his teeth, putting it in his hoof to look through. "Do we really need that many apples?" He questioned. Then, thinking about Thunderhoof's insatiable appetite, said "Actually, better get more, to be safe." Then a gust of wind blew the paper away "Ah!" he exclaimed "get back here!" He began galloping after it with reckless abandon. Paying such little attention, he didn't notice the pony he was barreling straight for.
  24. Although I would love to have you on it, too, my tiny brain can only handle so many characters at a time, and Foxxy was first. I don't think I can do two additional ones. Sorry, sweety. And Foxxy, sorry about the delay getting the rp up. I got real busy suddenly. I'm getting back on it, now. Hopefully be done soon barring any further distractions lol.
  25. Oh yeah, I'm ALWAYS overthinking about ponies. Always. But you'll be surprised what sort of stuff they sneak in.
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