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  1. 4 points
    Fire Walker who is currently part of the Twilight Guard would have to come She would go with Swift Squall...But if for some reason he's not able to attend, I could see her attending the event just to hang around and see friends. The idea of her best buddy Pressy going on a date makes her very very happy. I'll need to hear back from Swift's player before I fill out that form...
  2. 3 points
    Grubber might have gotten to answering the hippogriff’s question had he not spotted his former commander turned designated sponsor. For a moment, the hedgehog felt the tiniest inkling of a storm brewed over his head as Tempest Shadow mumbled something inaudible. Thankfully, that pit in stomach turned out to be a case of the imagination happily running wild, so Grubber obliviously answered the unicorn. “Oh, school’th TOTALLY been doin’ great!!!” He excitedly bragged; “I’m making lotth of new friendth and learning everything I can about Friendthhip! I’m thure the report cardth thay glowing thingth about me, or otherwithe, you’d be giving me the evil eye and dithciplining me with your crazy horn right about now... you know, just like old timeth, eh heh heh heh.....” .....It was perhaps a merciful thing then that Tempest Shadow didn’t know that according to the Friendship School’s mailings, Grubber displayed troubling signs of underachieving and being proud of it. The hippogriff used the slight pause in the conversation to interject with another question. “Yeah, that thoundth like Commander Tempetht alright,” Grubber nodded, glad he didn’t require any boring history book reading to get that right; “Thhe did the Throm King’th evil, evil bidding. Whenever he needed a city thacked or a kingdom enthlaved, Tempetht Thadow’th Air Armada came in and made everything all blow up and thuff! After we nabbed all four pony princesseth, Throm King promithed he’d fix Tempetht’s horn and-” Grubber did a double take; “Wait a thec, why doeth it thill look like you thill got a crackly chipped tooth on the top of your head?” He gasped; “Doeth thith mean you’ll alwayth be thtuck with tharky tharky boom thells FOREVER???”
  3. 3 points
    "Oh. Hehe. Well, I don't usually buy dinner, ah make it! But if you wanna come over for some real good eatins sometime, we would absolutely love to have ya." Applejack couldn't read other jests from ponies too well, but all the same she would respond with her sincere intentions. Applejack would love to have her old fillyfriend visit more often, even if it meant having to tie Apple Bloom to a chair to prevent the young pony from jumping all over Rara with her obsessive questions. Applejack walked back behind the booth. "I reckon you came here to buy some apples, huh?" Applejack listened with a smile to Rara as she spoke about a proposition but then admitted her curiosity about the apple sale for today. The musical mare seemed hung on the term 'self-respecting'. It wasn't clear to Applejack how long Rara's corrupt manager had a hold of her passionate decisions, but it seemed clear to her that she was still adjusting to the self-managing lifestyle and all of the extra worries of maintaining integrity were causing her to pull her own reins in a little to make sure she was properly processing her intentions. "Don't try so hard, Sugarcube, I know you're one of the most self-respectinest ponies ever!" A slight chuckle and Applejack responded to the singer's apple preferences. "Oh well now, that's easy. All of them. Apples are healthy and nutritious and always do a good job cleaning those air pipes next to yer gullet. Provided you don't have apple skins jammed in between your teeth, they should all be good for when you are about to do a show. Now I don't know what you mean by acidic, but I'm guessing you want something less tart. Sometimes apples with a more tart lean can get you all puckered up! So I would suggest a crisp apple, like uh, gala." Applejack reached back and grabbed a bushel of gala apples and threw it on the counter. "Oh, how many bushels did you say?" What's that? Selling apples at a discount and a surprise along with it? Silverstream beamed at the thought. What could the surprise be? "See ya, Councilor Starlight! See you tomorrow, in your office probably." Silverstream waved goodbye without laughing at her joke knowing full well it was probably the truth. Smolder told Silverstream about the farm and how she was doing research for a paper she had to write. "Oh yeah, this place is huge too, isn't it?" Smolder listed off the names of some of the ponies that lived here. She knew, Applejack of course. "Wait, what!? All of the ponies that live here have apples in their names!? That is so awesome, and kind of confusing. Like, what if they tell someone else to put an apple pie in the oven and then end up cooking a pony instead. And what if I ask for my wagon to fill up with red apples and I end up pulling a red-colored earth pony back to the school for snacks?" Silverstream thought briefly at her exaggerated theoretical problem, but she was seriously concerned about possible confusion. Back on Mount Aris, it took several hours for her family to find a young seapony named Craggy Creek all because they kept looking in the streams that delta'd into the ocean from the mountain tops, instead of searching in the Aris Wood where he was lost. She then noticed Grubber, a hedgehog she once saw in the halls at the academy. Seeing him wiz by to talk to the purple pony in front of her invited her to introduce herself. She flew curious to him and hovered over the two. "I saw you at the school during orientation." She hung a single digit of her claw on her beak. "Um, what are you exactly?" But before she could hear his answer, she had just noticed him mention the name of the unicorn he was talking to who seemed to be in a rather grumpy mood. "Wait, you look familiar. Have you had someone paint a picture of you and put it in a book titled 'Equestrian War History: The Storm King'?" Even if Silverstream could confirm her suspicions of this pony being the same one with the same severed horn, she did not retain the chapters of that text book enough to be able to remember who Commander Tempest Shadow, second-in-command of the Storm King, was.
  4. 3 points
    "Yes....And I'm just as bad...", the mare whinnied, "I'm either in my dress uniform, my dress-dress, or my dress armor. All very well and proper...But sometimes you want to be a little risky...", next time she gets her beloved green stallion over to Ponyville, she would need to take him to see Velvet and her little store. If anyone could get an conservative stallion to dress all crazy like, it would be her. She chuckled, "It's not so much the materiel....I believe it was fine Corinthian tissue paper....And it's tor coverage either, it was all about who made it....And as most fashion designers, this one was a bit of a looney....This Whackett Buzzard Stubble had never been seen outside of a small box she lives in...She has ponies who push her box on a wagon about...And she comminutes through birdcalls and box shakings. All very odd. I just hope they had cut holes In her box." Oh bugger. She really needed to not talk politics. Ever. She had heard this all before. "Equestria Nobility?", she sighed, "Not sure there's much left of our old royal family.....I believe Blueblood..Or Bluebelle...is what's left. The others, I'm sure are just sell made millionaires and their hangers on...As for us...Ponies....We've been protected for so long...By heroes...Alicorns....We'll all need to leap into reality one day...Might skin our knees in the process, but we'll have to learn to stand on our own four hooves..", she took a sip from her glass. "I just feel bad for Princess Twilight and her friends....But especially Twilight..Poor girl works so hard....And we're about the same age, and she's never had a date that I know of..Or probably even a day for herself....She was thrust into the toughest school at such an early age and was even given a dragon baby to look after, when she was practically a baby..." She nodded her head as the unicorn spoke of her 'Sombra'. What a weird, weird day that was. "He seemed to be a bit more solid...And I had planned to see if he had a navel...But never could find the time with all the running about. Maybe the 'Blue Fairy' turned him into a real boy?" As she pondered this all, the intercom sparked back to life with an even worse message. That couldn't be the captain. He was a tad bit silly. Maybe they had been hijacked? This thought quickly ended as the ship decided it had enough and parted. The first thing on the mare's mind was her stallion who already felt the lack of breathable oxygen and quickly went under. Pegasus ponies could handle this sort of thing better, but not for long. This was much higher than they tended to fly. But she needed to save him. At any cost. Fire Walker quickly wrapped her legs around the unconscious pony and spread out her wings. She might not be able to hold him for long....Oh dear...She was already out like a light. The Pegasus mare woke up. She did not care that she could not see. Nor did she care that her wings were screaming in agony or she felt warm blood on her body. Not a pleasant feeling...What she did care was...."Swift!", she called out. And good gravy, it was cold outside!
  5. 3 points
    ........................... ................................................................. Sunset Shimmer was at a complete loss of words as Tempest Shadow laid bare her innermost emotions. This went FAR beyond a simple phobia of losing one’s magic. Rather, it sounded like Tempest despised everything about the path her life had taken. Evidently, turning her back on the Storm King had basically did jack all at changing the broken-horned unicorn’s view of the world. And honestly, what could a girl like Sunset SAY to things like what Tempest described? How could anybody who once benefited from Friendship — and then lost it all — ever be persuaded to give it another chance when they’re hyper aware of every possible rotten thing life could throw at you? Miss Shimmer wasn’t even sure if offering her personal friendship would help; Tempest Shadow was a proud unicorn afraid of showing weakness, and the ex-apprentice guessed that any attempt at befriending her counterpart that could be perceived as being done out of pity would be categorically rejected. Unable to immediately form a counter-response to Tempest’s assertions, Sunset merely stood there with a blank stare as the other unicorn started walking off. True, Hanabi attempted to flee from the group several minutes ago... but here she was now attempting to provide gratitude, while Tempest Shadow herself was in the process of retreating from the area after going on a heartfelt tirade. It was doubtful though whether talking to the mare would have any result at this point, but Sunset Shimmer couldn’t bring herself to let her counterpart go without a fight. At the very least, Tempest deserved to know she was worth being chased after. “.....We’ll see you guys in a little bit,” Sunset informed Feng and Hanabi after several moments elapsed. At this juncture, it was probably best if Tempest Shadow didn’t feel surrounded by strangers. Resolving to get through to her on a one-on-one level, Sunset broke into a relaxed but brisk canter in hopes of quietly catching up to Tempest.....
  6. 3 points
    Tempest hated this. She hated every moment of it. Every single word. Act. breath. And yet it was not their fault. They were helping her. Reaching out in forgiveness to try and understand. Yet they did not understand. None of them can or will. She did not hate them. She hated herself. Her weakness. Her failings. She was never strong enough. She never will be. She will never be whole again. She did so much wrong that can never be forgiven. She wanted them too shut up. Too leave her alone. But so much was belding up inside of her. The dam was braking and she was powerless to stop it. “Do you ever just look back on your life… and ask yourself... where did it all go wrong?” She asked, looking at the three of them, her eyes glaring as much as her words. “Can you? Do you even really know what it is like? I wasn’t always the pissed angry mare I am today. I did not drink myself to sleep or go running off in to danger just to feel alive for a few faint moments all my life. Back in the day I used to be… different. Happy. I had hopes, I had dreams! I had plans for my future! Friends! I was going to be the captain of the guard. Fang is living the dream I had… and yet you act as if is meaningless. In the way you talk and act… you want something you can’t have while having what I can only dream of touching again.” “I had it all laid out. I was ready to work hard, make it big, earn bits and get popular… I’d be the %#$$ Spitfire of unicorns! You know the story. Pretty much what every ambitious pony is dreaming of during their filly days. They’d be the best at whatever there talent was. And then… Well…” She trails off, shutting her eyes. She can hear it again. Smell it. Feel it. That hot breath. The pain. Claws. “The world is not fair. We all live blind. We think peace is forever, hope and dreams come true and friendship is magic. Ask the filly crying underneath a news paper from a thunderstorm how wonderful this world is. Ask the filly running for her life how friendship is magic. Ask the filly eating out of the trash how fair life is. Ask the filly watching a town being sacked how peace lasts forever. Ask the filly that found love, just to learn it was was too use her, how love beats all. They say You can only go up when you hit rock bottom. That may be true but you can fall back down, screaming as everything you worked so hard for falls out from underneath you. You three know nothing. You speak of loss on top of the wall of hope.” With that she opens her eyes, staring at them. Even she was… somewhat taken aback at all of that. It was like a flood of feelings she had no power to stop. It felt good to say it all. To speak about how she felt openly yet she knew it did not matter. They'd just say something about friendship with blank smiling faces. No pony can understand. Sometimes she wondered if she even was a pony. It did not feel like it at times. She sighs standing up. “You two look after the Fox. She’s your friend Fang. She just tried running away. She is the one that needs talking to. Not me.” She then turns away from them, walking away.
  7. 3 points
    Flutters was only too happy to see that the others in the group had their ideas of how to fix this situation to help the poor deer! Of course it didn't look like all of the plans were going well, according to plan. Quick action had resulted in one more creature stuck in the quick sand, some magic rocks being formed, and Applebloom asking her to look after the deer. The squirrel on her back caught the bottle that Abby had tossed to her. "Oh that's a good idea Applebloom. We'll make sure to keep the poor deer still until we work out a way to free it." Being asked to help with keeping the deer calm was right up her ally. Though she could have helped with the other aspects of the situation it was best for her to make sure the deer wasn't struggling and could remain calm. It was apparently the regular forest dwelling variety of deer, void of the ability to talk or reason as some deer could. That was no problem. She'd speak to it in her language. She flitted down close and spoke quietly. "Hey there." She smiled sweetly. "We're here to help you friend. I know you must be scared and exhausted." The deer glanced at his and let out a breath in dismay. "No need to fear. We'll get you out of here. Would you like a sip of apple nectar?" The deer complied and the squirrel jumped from her back to the deer's antlers with the bottle in her claws. Flutts would stay where she was, keeping the deer calm until help arrived.
  8. 3 points
    Tempest saw him long before he did… heard him… She did not make a sound, not one word hoping he’d just WALK PAST but no. The living failure she was chained to her fleet and now chained to again by some paperwork somehow put forth without her consent or wishes. By some blessed luck she hard to hardly EVER deal with that… just some mail about how he was doing in ‘school’ or something. She never did read one of them. But now he was here. Behind her… and worse, trying to talk to her. Worse yet! She can’t trash him for that now. He was free to open that smelly maw of his spit his words all over like the fool he was with no harm to follow. It made the very air vial. “Did I give you permission to speak to me?” She mutters, her voice full of wrath. She didn't even turn her neck to look at him. After a few moments she speaks more. “How has… This… ‘school’ been? Doing better at that I hope than leading my ground forces. Otherwise they’d have kicked you out by now.”
  9. 2 points
    Blueblood clambered back up to ride on Niilavin again, the Prince not inclined to walk all the way there if he could absolutely help it. Not just from laziness, though; seeing the sphinx being ridden would reassure the public that he was under control. And the public, it would seem, was very much in need of reassuring. "[Nonetheless, consider yourself forbidden from engaging in any games that will result in the death of my subjects. I may in the future permit you to frighten them, if I find it useful or amusing, however.]" There were quite a few stuffed shirts that Blueblood wouldn't mind getting an up close and personal look at Niil's jaws, just to put them back on the straight and narrow. Or at least liven up an interminable soiree. As the quad made their way to the fish markets, the Prince kept in political conversation, somewhat, with Anu. "I still think it fairly naive of you, not to seek out fighting friends if you anticipated conflict over your rule. And if you didn't see it coming... well, that doesn't speak well to your perceptions. Knowledge for next time, I suppose." Honestly, if Hogo-sha hadn't already pledged support, Blueblood might not have been willing to give any more than a good-luck wish and some mercenary contact information. It was a sad story, but was it really worth spending blood and treasure to resolve a tribal dispute? The Fish Market of Canterlot was a testimony to what enough gold given to the right ponies could accomplish. It sat equidistant from the train station and the airship port, where icebox cars and rush airfreight deposited fresh fish for the perusal of the Canterlotian public. Blueblood suspected the whole venture had been made economically possible by crazy cat ladies who wanted to spoil their menagerie, but the establishment was kept up by the griffon minority, as well as the embassies from more obviously omnivorous populations. Not that the Prince didnt' mind a good tilapia now and then, and recent travels had given him a taste for sushi, as well. "They'll give me a tab, Niil. Just point out what you want and I'll sign for it."
  10. 2 points
    Do not get mad… Do not let anger take over… She really was trying. Tempest held her eyes shut, body shaking as sparks leap off her horn. She did everything she can. She thought of AJ. She thinks of her friends. She played out holding Zappy and him dozing off in her forearms. But every word out of Grubbers muzzle was like claws on a chalkboard. But she can deal with this… Every pony knew what she did. What she was. Ya, she was Commander Tempest of the Grand Armada. She put kingdoms to heel. Made noncompliance towns and cities… disappear. She did all of this and worse. So much worse. She can just keep her muzzle shut and think of better things. She was a better mare… her friends told her so. She ca- Her eyes opened, face twisting with rage. Spinning around her horn screams in to life, raw magic flaring off like a lighting storm. “YOU SPEAK OUT OF LINE!” She screamed at Grubber. The very air felt electric as the hedgehogs fur stands up on end. He can feel an extremely powerful discharge belding up. A feeling he was all to kowing of from his time underneath her command. “DO NOT EVER SPEAK OF MY HORN! DO NOT THINK THE END OF MY FLEET MEANS YOU MAY SPEAK FREE OF IT!” She shouted, spit landing on the hedgehog's face. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?” She pushed her nose up against his, staring in to his eyes with so much rage as to even make a dragon back up and say she needed too relax some. But yet she did not zap him. For all her yelling this may have been the first time Grubber has ever upset her and not get electrocuted in to the next day for it. Pulling back she panted hard, shutting her eyes as the magic dies down. Deep long breaths. Deep long breaths… “Dismissed.” She mutters, turning away she faced back to the line as if nothing happened. Happy places…. Happy places. “Yes bird… I am the pony you are familiar with… No, I did not take part in what happened to your city. from what I heard it was very beautiful. I hope you can rebuild it.” She says to answer what was asked from the bird, the anger in her voice bleeding away in to a more cold but relaxed tone.
  11. 2 points
    “Wow.”, That was kind of dark. Accidentally cooking a pony due to their name. That was a story only her brother or his goofy friends would tell. Almost sounded like the old ‘pony parents can’t get ahold of their usual foal-sitter so they pick a random one who looks a bit odd, but uses her anyway only for the brain-boggled sitter to end up cooking their kid and not the cabbage she was supposed to prepare’. Dark. “Please don’t tell that story to Ocellus...." The poor Changeling was not the biggest fan of spooky stories and was easily creeped and or freaked out by the simplest of horror stories. And considering the sensitive changeling was her bunkmate, the young dragon really did not want to hear the poor creature mutter in her sleep as she had to endure another nightmare. "I seriously doubt any of us could lift or even pull Big Mac.", he was the only large red stallion she knew was nearby. She really really wanted to make a joke about the big guy being a 'snack', but bit her tongue instead. There were waaaaay too many teachers lingering about. and she had just finished a week's worth attention after she got caught telling a rather wicked joke about an donkey. Thankfully the sometimes sea-pony had moved on to other topics. Former invaders of Equestria. The odd mare with the broken horn and whatever a "Grubber' was. They were part of an unsuccessful team of invaders. Their leader lost not only the battle, but also his head. These two jokers were the only ones left, although Smolder pondered whatever happened to the Stormking's minions? Those big, dumb monsters that he had? Were they just sent back home, or did Princess Celestia take them all behind her she-shed and zap 'em with her magic? Ponies were far too forgiving. IF this happened in the Dragonlands, they would have all been kicked into the nearest lava pool. Or Torch would have just stepped on them all.
  12. 2 points
    A new day of worldwide cooperation in the arcane arts draws near! Duchess Silver Belle — Guild Master of the Magic Guild — has been asked to represent Equestria in discussions to establish an interlibrary loan arrangement between Canerlot's School of Magic and Kastrot's legendary College of the Arcane. In the spirit of international goodwill, the ruling unicorns of Kastrot invite the members of the Magic Guild delegation to experience all that the Arcane City has to offer! To sign-up to be part of the Magic Guild delegation, one has to either already be a member of the Magic Guild or is otherwise is highly knowledgeable in the magical arts. It would also be much appreciated if we had Maretonian unicorns for the delegates to interact with! PS: Expect my ever-cheerful unicorn OC Moony to be there! ^_^
  13. 2 points
    Roleplay Type: WoE Cast Name: Fluttershy Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Pegasus Eye color: Light Blue Coat: Yellow Mane/Tail: Long semi-curly pink mane and tail Physique: Light and dainty Residence: A cottage just outside of Ponyville that is located near the tree line to the Everfree Forest. Occupation: Is head of an animal sanctuary and is a caretaker of all kinds of animals from all places Cutie Mark: Three pink butterflies Unique Traits: Embodies the element of kindness. Uses her ability to show respect to others as a way to gain them as a friend and ally. Can talk to and understand animals. Is a great singer. Excels at care-taking of animals, ponies, and creatures in need. History: Fluttershy grew up in Cloudsdale. She was a slow learner in many subjects and didn't appear to have any special talents or interests. One fateful day, while being defended by Rainbow Dash by way of pegasus race, Fluttershy fell down and was caught by a cloud of butterflies and was introduced to a green wilderness she had never seen before. She immediately fell in love with her surroundings and the beauty of nature. And when a sonic rainboom scared the critters around her, she was able to comfort them using her charm and her voice. It was then she received her cutie mark. When she grew older, she started dedicating her life to protecting animals and providing a place of refuge at her cottage. Some animals, like her best animal friend Angel Bunny, stayed with her and lives in her house. Other animals came and went as they pleased. Over time, Fluttershy noticed the issue of not being able to house as many animals as she felt needed, so she had built an animals sanctuary where the animals had a place where they know they would be safe and if they needed anything. When Fluttershy would go on adventures with her friends, her talent of being able to charm others into agreeability became important in some scenarios where the world needed saving. Especially when dealing with creatures of the unnatural world, Fluttershy would find a way to ease the ferocity of her adversaries by instilling a calmness that no one else could introduce. Today, Fluttershy is mostly maintaining the sanctuary and looking after animals and is in constant determination to create as much harmony among the creatures of Equestria as possible. Character Personality: Fluttershy is extremely introvert and shy. She is hard to become close friends with because of her shyness, but she can learn to trust others against rejection over time. She has learned several lessons of assertiveness that have taught her how to be proactive in her attitude and voice. Fluttershy has a temper that is rarely seen but is generally built on the constant internalization she might incur. Having friends and animals she can relate to allows her to keep this rare temper a well-kept secret. Anything that draws attention to her like her singing or her short-term modeling career will immediately make her uncomfortable and evasive. Also, things meant to scare, even for entertainment purposes, is something she outwardly avoids. Fear and the suspense that fear implies are emotions she does not like to deal with and would therefore prefer to avoid that type of conflict which creates an unfortunate rift between her and her friends who enjoy scares associated with celebration, like Nightmare Night or even a surprise party for her. Character Summary: Fluttershy represents kindness for the current generation of ponies in Equestria. Though she can be overly shy and afraid of confrontation, she is able to counter violent behavior and caustic attitudes with her ability to charm others with kindness and respect. She can talk to animals and has a very understanding relationship with them. She grew up in Cloudsdale where she was born to Mr. and Mrs. Shy, and has a brother named Zephyr Breeze who is most recently employed by the Canterlot guard as an entry level guardpony.
  14. 2 points
    Tempest's response to their encouraging words left Feng... shaken. Not so much the revelation of what she had gone through, though that was harrowing enough. No, what really got to him was their marked similarities, so much so that Feng and Tempest could have been the "before" and "after" pair of a warning PSA. "You're right... I don't know what that's like. But if I had to give an honest answer to where I saw myself in five years... That would be a real possibility. Everyone who knew me growing up certainly expected that. Probably still do." He didn't know what else to say, besides that. The longma didn't want to let Tempest go, but sensed, similar to Sunset, that a crowd would not help the situation any. All he felt that he could do was sit next to Hanabi, and sigh as the adrenaline energy drained from him.
  15. 2 points
    “Really?” Nensho asked incredulously, the only thing he could get out before the plane disappeared and he found himself free-falling. Course, he didn’t stay conscious for long from the combination of the thin air, the cold, and the shock. One second, all he could hear and feel was the wind rushing past him, and the next all he could feel was cold and everything was dark. He began trying to warm himself with magic, and it just made him feel wetter. He kept going though, knowing he could dry himself off. Soon enough, a pile of snow near Toboe began steaming and collapsed to reveal something mostly just as white as the snow, aside from the red flame patterns. The wolf got up eventually, shaking himself off before looking around for other survivors. Spotting Toboe, his scarf flared to life, floating above his neck as he ran over and hugged her. “I’m so glad you’re ok, Toboe.” He said, unwilling to let go just yet.
  16. 2 points
    “Pfft, don’t get me started on regret,” Sunset Shimmer commented on Somnambula’s lament; it was not uncommon during times of gloomy reflection for the unicorn to wonder what could have been had she completed her training to Princess Celestia’s satisfaction. “Take it from somebody who was dumb enough once to throw her destiny away,” Sunset shared an encouraging smile and a comforting one-legged hug with the Pillar of Hope; “You and Flash Magnus still have plenty of time to make new plans.....” Speak of that warrior-pony, there he was! Although Sunset Shimmer’s earlier jest about Twilight and stallions named Flash was not meant to be serious, Magnus DID strike the unicorn mare as reminiscent of an older, less flashy, and more rugged version of pony Flash Sentry. Maybe the two stallions were related by ancestry, somehow? “I’m Sunset Shimmer,” the unicorn shook his wing; “Nice to meet you!” That was all Sunset got to say before Somnambula whisked her stallion away, leaving the unicorn alone with Twilight. “Welp..... you heard him Twi,” Miss Shimmer gently tugged her partner in the direction of the Flash Magnus exhibit; “Let’s get busy ourselves and check out this next stop.....”
  17. 2 points
    Starlight chuckled softly, Silverstream was always such a bundle of energy, it was good to see that extended beyond school. That kind of positive attitude would carry her far in life. "That's wonderfully nice of you, Silverstream, I'm certain Sandbar appreciates it!" she'd say with a smile and a nod. It was good that the children were learning to share the weight of responsibility. No one pony can carry everything on their shoulders, at least not for long. "As for getting some apples." she went on to explain, just as Smolder arrived. "Applejack's got a sort of special sale going on today. Five bits for a bushel! Buuut there's a bit of a twist to it." Starlight glanced back over towards the booth where AJ and a mare she seemed rather familiar with were gabbing and chuckled. "But if you don't know, I won't spoil the surprise for you." Starlight gave a little wink and adjusted the bushels floating at her side. "You girls have a great day, I'll see you all later!" the mare would wave once more before moving to make her way back off to Ponyville, she had some apple prepping to do!
  18. 1 point
    The little blue Pegasus pony gasped. Her soccer teacher both didn't and wanted to fly! Since that cancled each other out, it meant she didn't want to fly! Why would anypony not want to fly? It would be a terrible nightmare if the filly were to be grounded and never to experience a good part of the world. There were cities one could only get to by flight. She would never be able to experience the delicious ice cream at the 'Cloud Nine' Ice Cream Shoppe in Cloudsdale if she didn't have wings. She would have to endure her entire life being forced to settle with only -good- ice cream. Like the 'Hokey Pokey Ice Cream Parlor' in Canterlot or the 'Scoop-er Stars' in Fillydelphia. The horror! Echo was a very wise filly as she picked clearly the best athlete in the entire park. "Good choice!", she made sure the pony saw her mouth. "I'm thinking...If we're running with the ball and I'm in your blind-spot, I could lightly flex a wing, so you'll feel a little breeze coming your way. That means I'm kicking the ball to you, so you'll be ready.." While she would not be able to hear her calls, she could feel the stomping of her hooves on the ground and the wind would help get them properly coordinated. While her partner was hearing impaired, Echo was a pretty tough little filly. "Hey Mr Gumby!", she called out to her faithful dog. "You bring back any balls that leave the field...Okay?" The dog responded back with an "RAPH!" Once everything was settled, Wind Walker glanced over at their teacher, "I've got my partner, Miss Long Shot!"
  19. 1 point
    A shadow overhead prompted Sombra to look up and catch a glimpse of Heart Shield soaring over, having crossed the chasm himself and avoiding the rickety rope bridge. His expression was one of mild annoyance as, because of this, Heart Shield had taken the lead, the first to reach the old castle doors; tall, double doors, with metal rings for handles. The wood was faded and worn from age and weather, and the metal on it was rusted. "I'm sure it was pleasing to look at. I still find Equestrian architecture interesting, and what it might've looked like a thousand years ago was likely far better than the eyesore of Canterlot or.." Sombra trailed off with a frown. Well, Canterlot castle wasn't so bad. It'd taken him a while to get used to it, but it wasn't bad. "No, the Crystal Empire's palace is what I was thinking of." He sneered, a lip lifting back from a fang. The expression faded once he strode up the stairs alongside Heart Shield and used a hoof to push the doors open onto a grand foyer, a large hall that was a fair bit longer than Canterlot's with a few doors on each side of it leading off towards various parts of the castle. There were metal brackets mounted on the walls by each where torches would've burned once, and up ahead were stairs. It branched off into two that lead up to the left and right, leading up to the same landing that had possible paths that lead off through the castle's second floor. Sombra wasn't sure where to start on finding the library in this place- whether in its prime or in ruins, it was likely going to be a maze of halls and rooms. "According to some stories, they weren't. Some say Starswirl approached them, as well as the leader of each tribe, thinking that alicorns might rule them indifferently. Ponies couldn't rule themselves because of their racism, so outsiders were a better option to them at the time." He paused, blinking after he realized something. "You know, I've never thought to ask Celestia for the truth of all that happened. I'm around her often enough and yet I never thought to until now." Annoyed with himself, Sombra rolled his eyes and strode into the gloom. The interior wasn't quite as worn as the exterior, but there was visible damage, and chunks of the ceiling were missing. Plants grew up through the cracks in the stone floor, pillars were chipped, and two old fraying banners hung from the arched ceiling. These Sombra eyed with interest.
  20. 1 point
    Twilight gave them their privacy, and followed along with Sunset as they went deeper into the exhibit. It had a very different character than Somnambula's exhibit. The colors were bolder and there were a lot more artifacts. A lot of it was only tangentially related to Magnus himself, instead opting in large to promote an understanding of the times he lived in. They were foreign to the ponies of today. Large military conflict, brave soldiers and tales of extreme hardship and woe. The collection interred here spoke to all that and more. Histories written in blood, sweat, and tears, of victories furnished by the efforts of ancient Equestrians and defeats echoing with the sorrow of lives long past. Take, for example, a simple scroll. It was ancient, the pages yellowed beyond reason yet held readable by modern magic. It was an ancient scroll written by a very young Flash Magnus and it didn't have anything profound on it. Instead, it spoke to his earnest desire to join the Royal Legion of Cloudsdale and fight the enemies of his young nation. It was riddled with pathos and words foreign to the soul of a modern Equestrian. "Flash wanted this one preserved and placed here. It isn't anything too grand but that's the point according to him. This was his mindset, his thoughts as he grew up, no different from many others in Cloudsdale. He said we needed to understand his time and those who lived in it before we could truly understand the relics they left behind," she said as she turned to a row of shields and spears, armor and helm. Descriptions of their use were written poetically by the unknowably intelligence Magnus and they read as a hymn to the mighty sung in sparkling notes of burnished rows of alabaster and steel. Then there was a painting made at the time of the first friendly contact between Cloudsdale and the griffons, with Flash Magnus as an enlarged figure with a bright sun behind him. It was a gift, the plaque said, from an ancient descendant of the Razorclaws to the Royal Legion after they helped save their village from a terrible storm at Flash's urging. It was a chasm shrunk down by Magnus himself, where claw and wing could meet without the sharp retort of steel and screeches. It was sitting alongside a menagerie of weapons he used during the many conflicts of the time. "The Spear of the Sun! It was said to be able to direct the full fury of solar power at a target, and it cowed an entire caribou war party into submission. Quitius, the axe that sundered clouds and stopped storms not even a pegasi could stop! And, of course-" "Netitus." A shield whose ancient life was borne proudly on its surface. Scars of claw and sword, axe and the dents of hammers. Ice bristled along the edges under close inspection but the clearer marks of being used around lava overwhelmed it. Yet for all of the damage it remained whole, defiant of all that had stood abreast of it with intent to harm. It shone as bright and clear as the day it was forged, resplendent despite all of its harsh history. It was a symbol of Flash Magnus of course but it spoke to her more clearly of Equestria. Battered but never broken and raging with optimism and life despite the thieving tendrils of disharmony that sought to fracture it. "This is still legally his property, after the dissolution of the RLC. It was so generous of him to give it to this museum!"
  21. 1 point
    The sifting of flour and mixing of eggs seemed to be going well enough. Thanks to the cider Twilight found herself feeling more and more loose around her friend. Which was good! No need to be all caught up on stuff that wasn't even happening right? Like, she didn't really like being super close to RD. So close that when they turned to talk their muzzles were inches apart. So close that when she moved towards Rainbow it was super easy to bump into her with shoulder of her flank. There was nothing wrong with that...right? "Heh heh..." *awkward Bookhorse laugh* She finished stirring the eggs and then a thought hit her. She'd not drank any water for waaay too long. That would explain her sudden burst of courage. "So you've got the eggs done and the flour has been sifted. Next up add baking soda to the flour and whip two cups of sugar into the eggs. Can you handle the eggs, I'll take care of the dry ingredients." Once they were working again she quickly trotted over to the sink, levitated glass, filled it with water and gulped it down. There! That would take care of things right? And she'd done it quick so RD might not have even noticed. Well, she could hope at least. She trotted back over to the counter and got to work on adding things to her large mixing bowl. Baking soda, oats, some brown sugar, a a touch of salt. "Ok, this is looking good!" She glanced over to see how RD was doing with her job. Then the pegasus asked her about writing books. Twilight's blush immediately returned and flushed to the point where she had to look away! "I-i've written some things yeah." She wasn't going to lie of course. She had written some things. Recently they might have been short stories. They might have been about her and her friends. Some may have been about a certain athletic pegasus and herself. They may have been romantic in nature. Not that she was going to say any of that. Nope. Not a thing about that! "Short stories!" She blurted out the words and tried to relax. "I've been working on some creative writing. Short stories specifically." There. That would cover it! "H-how about you?" She nudged Rainbow. "I know you like reading Daring Do of course but have you ever tried writing any adventures?" She trotted over to the cabinets, looking for some raisins or chocolate chips. She found both and came back over with them. "How sweet do you like your cookies?" Twi found herself sipping down another half a cup of cider without thinking about it. Maybe tipsy was better than what she was doing right now? Only one way to find out...
  22. 1 point
    Kirin - A Lesson in Duality The Kirin are a peculiar species. Although Kirin are considered equine, their physical forms are radically different from those of ponies. Major points of distinction include cloven hooves, bushy lion-like manes and tails, dragon-esque scaling on their muzzles and backs, and a curved horn capable of projecting magic. Although some aspects of the Kirin initially make them seem like close biological relatives of the part-dragon Longma and Qilin, they have no ability to breathe out elemental flames. However, it is true that the Kirin originated from the Far East; from the islands of Neighpon, in fact. Contradictory myths and legends float around as to how exactly the Kirin came to be, but the historical consensus suggests that as Neighpon become more heavily populated, the Kirin collectively believed in the need to isolate themselves from other creatures. To that end, they undertook a great migration westward across vast oceans and strife-torn lands, traveling as far as their hooves could take them. After much toil, the Kirin reached their final destination, a sheltered grove on top of the Peaks of Peril within the northern Tarpans, which they saw as a perfectly isolated oasis to build their new community around. The reason the Kirin undertook this great migration was due to the Nirik, a supposed race of fire creatures raging with fury. In actuality, a Nirik is the form a Kirin takes when overcome by anger; their hair and tufts blaze into an ethereal fire, charring the color right off their coat! In this furious state, a Nirik can effortlessly engage in pyromancy but at a cost of losing self-control. It is not uncommon for everything around a raging Nirik to go up in smoke. Bereft of safe spaces to blow off steam thanks to their isolation, the Kirin were left no other choice than taking out their frustrations on each other. After one particularly nasty incident that resulted in most of the Grove burning down, the Kirin’s leader decreed that all her subjects were to take a Vow of Silence, enchanting a stream with the power to strip a creature of its voice and emotions. While this appeared to be a decisive solution to the Nirik issue, the Kirin grievously lost the ability to nourish their spirits with the joys of song, dance, and laughter. However, one Kirin stumbled upon both the floral cure for the silent oath and the realization that anger wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. With help from pony interventionists, the inhabitants of the Kirin Grove chose to introduce sound and emotion back into their lives. Finally accepting they have the power to channel their negativity into non-harmful ways, the Kirin no longer fear intermingling with the world beyond. ~Canterlor Research Journal (Revised Edition)
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    Niilavin holds a paw up, leaning away from blue fainting a look of shock. “[I was not hunting him master, I was just bored and wished to play! If he lost its just a matter of game rules if his fate is to be eaten.]” He says puting his paw down to look up at the pegasus that was much more far away after hearing what blue shouted. Niilavin gumbled in disappointment but walked back to his master. “[fish market? In this city? You have no close rivers. I’m shocked there’d be demanded to keep a stock of fish in a pony city.]” He says looking sound at the white city. Maybe there will be more fun surprises for him here after all. It was a strange city in a strange land and time. There was much to learn and see.
  24. 1 point
    Thunderlane had to grin when Shot called him by 'Thun'. It was nice to have met a pony he could quickly become friends with. It was true they enjoyed the same kinds of activities and it seemed as natural as brother and sister when they were around each other. As the little circle finished he looked to the leader to see where she'd take this next! Shot explained that they would be the example for the little ponies and Thunder counted himself lucky that he'd had extra time to work on his basic soccer skills. He innately had sports talent which was obvious since he flew with the Wonderbolts. However, kicking a soccer ball and flying in formation were two different beasts! He'd be fine of course. Nothing the grey stallion couldn't handle. "Sounds good Shot!" He rolled a ball backwards and his front hoof, getting it to scoot partway up his front leg. From there he gave it a little kick, sending the ball down the field towards where they would be doing their first drill. "Hey there Rosemarey!" Sweetie Belle called out as she trotted towards the little filly. "You uh want to be partners?" She decided it would be fun to get to know some little ponies she didn't already know. She may not have been that great at soccer but today was going to be lots of fun!
  25. 1 point
    Yona beamed when Professor Sunset said she was BFF's with Twilight! That was really cool! "Wow!" The yak leaned forward. "You are BFF's with Twilight Sparkle! Yona like Twilight a lot so she probably like Professor Sunnyset too!" The yak listened as other questions were answered by the new professor. She seemed to have things all under control. Yona felt herself already wanting to be more like this brightly colored pony. She had it all together and knew how to answer questions even when they were a bit tricky! Then Sunset moved to the topic of students whose hearts had turned dark. She knew of course who was being spoken of. She'd had lots of run in's with the curly maned little pegasus before she seemed to vanish from the school. "Ooooooh," This certainly was interesting. Yona knew she'd like this class. "You talking about little pegasus..." She tried to remember and then her eye lit up! "You talking about ummmm, Cozy Glow!"
  26. 1 point
    It was a beautiful day. The birds outside were chirping new songs, the trees in view were shaking their hellos to the refreshing breeze of the first days of Autumn, and the waterfalls of the streams were making their signature ambiance. It was the perfect day for Fluttershy to be indoors. Not exactly against her will, though. Today she was in class teaching her students the next lesson in the Kindness track, a curriculum designed to teach ponies and creatures from all places the meaning of kindness, how to use it, and why it was so important to establish harmony and friendship. And it was thorough. Day one was always about cordial greetings and object lessons about how to treat one another, but in a more advanced class, students would have to prepare several essays and projects showing what they've learned in the department of kindness. Since no one has ever actually graduated from the School of Friendship yet, it was unclear how much about kindness Fluttershy was supposed to teach to her students. But for the sake of striving to bring up students to be the kindest Equestria has ever seen, she would go over everything she knew about the subject and relay it to her students in engaging assignments and lectures. "And so class, that is why we always want to be aware of how others are feeling about..." Fluttershy paused. Along the window side of the classroom, she spotted a unique cerulean griffon who appeared to not be engaged. Now why she could not be absolutely sure, the student's eyes being closed and mouth hung wide open was an indication that they might not be paying close attention to her lesson. She walked over to the student and gave him a soft jostle with her hooves. "Ok, Gallus. What would you do in a situation like the one I described?"
  27. 1 point
    The water around Silverstream went from being an embarrassing warmth to a positive sign of social encouragement. The energy of the arena the two were dancing in was only hindered by themselves and how far they were willing to take it. And as the two young creatures shrugged off the nervousness by ignoring it, they both grew more and more comfortable of the situation, with each, and most importantly, with themselves. The pink seapony couldn't typically keep up with her own emotions, but if she could, she would need a filing cabinet to sort through the appendixes she was establishing with Gallus. She never realize how interesting he was at times. She always like his fake disposition because she could usually tell when he was being genuine, and it made his honest moments so much more satisfying, even when he would pretend it didn't occur seconds later. But this time, when Gallus told Silverstream he doesn't really do dancing, she could not question the integrity of his words because of a lack of faith in her own. "Oh, well, I was taught by my family, I guess. We have lots of dancing competitions in Seaquestria, so it's harder to grow up without some kind of familiarity." Silverstream pointed a short glance at the seaponies dancing around them, all of them dancing in unison as if they had rehearsed this specific waltz the night before. At this point, Silver was well enveloped in Gallus' talons. She had taken to his style of swim dancing, regardless of how out of sync it was with every other fin in the trench. After she fell silent from the brief conversation for a few seconds, she softly lay her head on the base of Gallus' neck, sporting a small smile. She was content, and she felt very happy to be in the presence of a friend who may have been becoming more than just a friend. Instinctively, she felt the urge to mention it to him. And since, Silverstream was never known to hesitate to speak her mind, she tilted her head up at Gallus, continued to smile, and opened her mouth to speak to him sincerely. "Gallus, I-" "Alright, now its time to get back to the grooves and the moves. Put your fins together for some straight up beats!" The jockey changed songs and the mood had completely changed. Seaponies everywhere diced around to re-position for the next episode of the dancing for the night. Silverstream just floated with Gallus, talon and hoofins still locked and frozen. Silverstream giggled slightly, expressing her humor of what just happened, but was also only a little disappointed she wasn't able to finish her moment the way she had thought it would. But that was old news now, she guessed. "I have to go use the little girls room. I'll be right back." She swam out of Gallus' clutches and off to the side behind a nondescript rock.
  28. 1 point
    Hogo-sha wrinkled his nose at all the scent of blood. He was a skilled and practiced combatant, but not a son of warfare. He prefered the intimacy of duels and the like to settle matters and certain disagreements. Whitescar's constant conflicts seemed to produce a great deal of formidable fighters, which was why Hogo-sha came here so very often. Practice. He had visited this arena many times in the hopes of honing his skills to the point of perfection. Yet, none lately seemed to be terribly thrilling as of late. In fact, the only recent opponent he'd liked since he met that stallion from equestria some time ago was... Lightning. He'd heard a lot of this Red Jarl... many of the things he'd done didn't sit right with him. He seemed a bit too zealous and coming from this dog that was saying something. Still, he couldn't deny the bull's charisma and unmistakable skill. Just from His Posture, Hogo-sha could tell while sitting, the Jarl was always prepared: Ready to strike or counter if need be. Not wanting to be rude, Hogo-sha took a seat. The readings from the rods immediately went into the high range. This Foreign mutt was was undoubtedly foreign, maybe not a mutt, but there was much more about him than it seemed. Reading were positively through the roof! At the Red Jarl's acknowledgement, Hogo-sha gave only a simple nod of his head. Unsure if he should speak just yet. The Caribou's attention for the time being seemed very focused on the silent cow across from him. Trying to remain cool, Hogosha glanced at the paper she slid forward. He was curious just how much of this story was true. He could tell something was very off about this cow from the start. Not in the way she fought, but that odd, layered magical aura she carried around on her. All creatures had some form of magic, but caribou rarely had anything as thick as hers...
  29. 1 point
    Some deep part of Tempest was taken back from the smells. She has seen it all before. It was not shocking but opens old doors. One never forgets battle. It will sink deep into one's very soul and nothing you can do will ever remove it. All one can do is reach an understanding. What did bring some shock to her her now caribou face was the one at the table. She knew what he was before he told her. She knew him VERY well. She did not like him. But she did respect him a lot. He’d be one of her bigger road blocks after the conquest of Equestria. He’d never have fallen in line and may have been one of the hardest battles she’d have. But none of that mattered now. That life was over. Moving to sit down she heard what he had to say. She did not reach for a drink until after he took the first sip. She did not fear the drink, no she knew he damned a level of respect and honor at the strongest level. This was a bull to not anger or falt and she was deeply aware of this. If she was not in hiding she may even be afraid of him. But she was one of his kin and she MUST keep it that way. She had no love for her own race and blood but she knew he’d care not. This was a game she can not slip up in. She must be a full blooded caribou to the heart. Now… to explain herself. She rubbed a hoof to her throat, showing off it's scarring as she opens and shuts her muzzle. This was to show she can not speak so he’d understand what she did next and did not think she was just not talking to him. Nuzzling in to a saddle bag she pulled out a roll of paper. Using her two front hooves she pulled it open and held it down flat on the table so he may read the runic text on it. She had a gut feeling she may need to explain herself. Maybe in a rush. So she pre-made several rolls of paper for such a thing. The runic was… messy, but readable. Given the literacy rate of Whitescare she felt her crude runic will not be seen as bad. The fact that she can read and write at all may be seen as a skill not too many have. Or so she hoped. [I am Lightning. I can not talk. I can hear. I can read. I speak with write.] [I hail from far land. Outcast. Father unknown. Mother hunter. Dead in glory. Now alone.] A backstory, basic but believable. She can not have ties as ties make layers of lies. The more one lies, the harder it is to keep it. She just had to hope he’d believe she was some no name outcast trying to just make a name for herself. In her eyes it seems believable. Such a fate can not be to uncommon in whitescar.
  30. 1 point
    *Considers who to bring along...* Probably either Magnus or Phobos.
  31. 1 point
    Recruit Reckless will be there! She's gonna need a plus one *wink wink*
  32. 1 point
    Swift could only roll his eyes when Fire got all coquettish on him. "Like I would lie about that. Besides...." he waved his hoof. "...you of all ponies should know how conservative I am when choosing my clothing." he lampshaded. Thankfully the conversation shifted from what he was wearing that day, to what ponies were wearing on the catwalk when getting paid..... "You do wonder why exactly it costs ten grand. Certainly not for materials or coverage, when roll of toilet paper can provide more of both." noblepony shook his head "I don't see my company ever investing into fashion. Most of the time it walks too close to the edge of madness for my liking." Unicorn shook his head in disagreement when Moto mentioned the possibility of returning to Pre-Princesses system of leadership. "First of, if crown was abolished, you can bet that the Equestria nobility would size power immediately after. And I don't have to explain how shady oligarchy is when you look at Aquelia and Kastort." Swift mentioned two nations who were examples of just that. "Second...well I am sorry to say it, but most ponies can't face throwing a punch, much less dealing with hard decisions that would affect lives of millions..." noblepony paused to take a deep breath. "And third - for being your boss, you give Sparkle very little credit Moto. She's far more insightful then others assume. Just smart enough not to spill how much she knows when it would be harmful, because she is aware that knowing is half the battle. She's 'cornered rattlesnake' type of leader Dear. At first she will panic and freak out, but after the threshold is passed she shows how truly capable she really is. Also noticed how strong ties she and her friends managed to form with Seaquestria, New Changeling Kingdom, Yakistan and Griffonstone. The last one may be at price of Aquelia getting much colder with us. But then again, you say they aren't much of an ally in a first place, seeing that they didn't lift a talon when Storm King invaded. At least Whitescar has justification of dealing with a civil-war in all but name....." Swift mused, finishing his political rant. "We had similar discussion in the past Dear. The only difference is, it was third time he was 'outright blown to pieces'. I want to believe it sticks this time, but won't be surprised if it doesn't." Swift could only smirk when crimson mare described their kin. Pretty accurately actually. " The term denizens of Long Guo would use would be 'Silk Hiding Steel'.......does that mean I am not allowed to teass and snark at your brothers anymore?" he joked. "..........." Swift pondered what Fire said about this another 'Sombra' with troubled expression. but no matter what, he couldn't get an fitting answer besides a rather flimsy theory. "....Perhaps...he only believes he is Sombra. Dark Magic can do some...disturbing things to you, even if not used with malevolent intent. He could be unicorn that used it so much that he started to look and believe himself to be a tyrant." Swift proposed. "If he really was him, I am sure he would recognize and acknowledge you, even if just to torment you further. After all you ran into him twice before, which is more then most can say....." While Swift didn't commented on Fire's mention of Crystal Heart, he followed her gaze. Kirin? Quite a distance for their homeland. He would much sooner expect to bump into one in Manhattan or Canterlot than on the way to Empire - especially since it was still relatively new, for an 'attraction'. Not many foreign tourist-guides mentioned it yet. That aside....as he stared at the two, Swift couldn't help but feel some familiarity with one of the two, the quirin mare. Noblepony tiled his head in contusion.....have they met before? His thoughts were quickly disturbed however, when he saw Fire's serens smile being replaced by wide eyed look of horror. "What? WHAT? Is that something I sa....." he stopped when he realized what it was. "Oh come on Dear....Narrative Causality? This isn't a play we watched last week. Unless Gramps put spell on us thinking it would be funny. Wouldn't put it above him." he said, and as if on command , airship tildes on the side by 30 degrees..... ".....Perhaps he did, seeing that we going to go down, but it's no reason to believe it has relation to what I said earlier....." a 'groan' of metal could be heard from the outside, followed by a loud scrunch and flashing of large shape near the window. "......or to dismiss it.....See? This was clearly one of the rotors. Clearly a shoddy job, wouldn't have happened if my TEMPEST build this vessel. I mean, how old it is? Ponies these days are trying to cut costs at everything." Swift mumbled before he got up and turned around to addressed the room. "Attention please. The bad news is that we going to crash. The good news is, Me and My fiancee been through this before - few times in fact - so we will walk you through. The even better news is, nopony is going to die. Unless you are a lawyer. Or tax collector. Or your term of retirement is coming shortly. Also, all of you you probably should put something warm on." stallion said. And then airship was TORN IN HALF, by the rough winds, and Swift fell into unconsciousness.....
  33. 1 point
    I'll sign-up two characters (or I suppose 4 characters, technically speaking)...... Name: Flash Sentry Role: Guard Branch & Rank: Corporal, Twilight Guard Plus One: Presteza Name: Princess Cadence Role: Plus One Attending with: Shining Armor
  34. 1 point
    Hanabi stepped out from the corner and carefully approached the group. Their own tales of powerlessness resonated with the anxious fox... It hadn't been that long ago she'd felt completely powerless. "... I made a selfish mistake a long time ago. As a punishment for my actions I was stripped of my own magic and left alone in a forest for almost a hundred years alone until..." She glanced over to feng, "...Until someone started visiting towards the end of my punishment. Before he came along I was alone for all that time... noone to talk to except random wild animals that couldn't speak. Sometimes the rain was heavy and the thunder got so loud when storms rolled through. I couldn't even go see my family for help." The Fox bowed her head to the group and to Tempest, "... Thank you for Chasing me."
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    A grey ear flicked back towards Heart Shield's voice, pondering the details of Princess Luna's story aloud and about her thousand year banishment. The king had been banished for as long as she had, if not a little longer.. He already knew that detail. Before he could think to tell Heart Shield about the general details behind Princess Luna's banishment, he overheard Heart Shield's thought and Sombra's hoofsteps faltered. I couldn't imagine spending a thousand years completely alone like that. "It's not the least bit fun. I could only imagine what it was like being banished to the moon. I had to endure an icy void," Sombra put in softly with a small twitch of his tail. It was something that bothered him, and while it was still relatively recent by a few months. Not a day went by he wasn't glad he was free of that place, and he never wanted to go back for any reason. Perhaps something had favored him when Celestia changed her mind about him so quickly, although he still wasn't quite sure why she had. "It wasn't so much what Luna did than it was what ponies had done, or rather.. what they failed to do." Picking up a different thread of conversation in the brief silence, the umbrum pushed on, acting as if he hadn't just shared that little tidbit. "All the stories say that ponies failed to appreciate Princess Luna and favored her sister more, all because her sister raised the sun and ponies being a diurnal species.. of course they would adore the princess of the day." Sombra cocked his head. "I imagine, in the details left out of such foal's tale-like stories and legends that Princess Luna was largely nocturnal, and she was likely left isolated and left feeling unappreciated and alone because of it. That, and her sister's failure to listen to her about anything, or perhaps brushing off her concerns and feelings, was what eventually left Princess Luna to grow angry and jealous about being treated so differently. So.. she gave in and had a confrontation with Celestia, and in that it corrupted Luna, turning her into something else. I'm not entirely sure what, but she'd shed her old name and took on a new mantle. Celestia apparently used the Elements of Harmony, and banished her." He frowned in thought, puzzling over Heart Shield's question. Why hadn't Celestia used the Elements to do what they'd later done? Maybe Celestia was in such a panic she hadn't thought to, or simply viewed Luna as another dangerous villain to lock away. They certainly had a habit of doing so, from what he read of old legends and alleged history. Discord, himself, Tirek.. "I can't really say, not knowing any of that personally. Perhaps you could ask Celestia when we're back at the castle," Sombra put in with a proverbial shrug. "As for the ruins, we'll see. It shouldn't be much further now."
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    Zap's eyelids grew heavy as he lay on his mother's barrel. The soft sound of her warm voice kept him from completely drifting for the time being. She explained about where the timberwolves would go and how they most likely would be trekking for the rest of the night. Part of Zap felt sorry for them. He was warm in bed while the timberwolves in all their fierceness were still having to deal with the elements of the Everfree and the darkness that it entailed, but he was grateful to be safe. Now that he was assured he would not have to fear the timberwolves climbing through the window to seek revenge, he was left to contemplate the happy moments of the evening despite all the terror. These thoughts of joy lingered as he felt more deeply to the spell of slumber, his breath matching the music of his mother's heartbeat. "It was a nice stick," he softly uttered, as his head started dipping and his legs fell limp. Zap Apple was a simple colt growing up in a simple family on a simple farm, living the simple pony life. Every night he dreams about what he will be when he's older and about places he's been when he experienced happiness. At some point in the near future he will experience sudden nightmares about the terrors of the forest, perhaps a timberwolf looking for a pony snack or a smelly cave full of waters capable of drowning. His memory will never let him live without the reminders of his mortality, especially in a place like the Everfree. But tonight the realm of dreams will spare him, and Princess Luna will be allowed to focus her attention in other ends of the dreamscape for nightmares that haunt the ponies of Equestria. Tonight he will experience the bliss of eating cupcakes and apple fritters in the backyard of a re-imagining of the barn house with all of the family ponies who love him. His wings fully developed to give him effortless flight, he would fly around the farm elated with the euphoria of being apart of the best family in Ponyville. Until morning, he would live his simulation to the fullest, preparing his reality for brilliant challenges and the beauty of life that awaited him. And when he was awake and ready, that life would have to come face to face with little Zap Apple, the most curious pegasus you're ever going to meet.
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    Hi there! I'm Dragon and I'm new to the website. I'm hoping to find some people to roleplay with as I have just finished season 9 of MLP and I would love to continue enjoying the universe with my own roleplays of friendship. I tend to write a lot, a couple paragraphs minimum. I'm looking for a story that incorporates the backstory of my oc, Shadowed Heart! In short, my character is a student of Celestia, so something conducive to life in Canterlot would be great rather your character be a student as well or lives in Canterlot ^^ I'm really open to parsing out creative ideas so please let me know if you have fun additions and thoughts for the RP. I'm open to bringing in show characters and other outside characters, like my oc's sister, for example. I'd really appreciate if you'd let me know here or in a private message if you're interested -Dragon
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    "Hmmmmm..." Twilight glanced from pile of books to pile of books. "What do you think Spike?" "What do I think?" He asked with evident exasperation. "What do I think?" More calm this time. He tapped the tip of his snout and pondered for a moment. "I think you should definitely organize by tri-alphabetical non canonical, binding color simplified reverse order." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I knew you'd be with me on this one Spike!" Twi trotted in place with evident glee. "It's been waaaay too long since I've organized this part of the library. It'll be just perfect after we do the reverse organization that I researched last night!" "We?" Another sigh. "Oh uhhhh..." The dragon edged towards the door. "I think I left the door open when I brought in that last cart of book from the town library! I better go check!" I wasn't a lie. He was pretty sure he had left the front door of the castle ajar in case the word 'we' came into play. "Ok, but come right back ok Spike?" Twi glanced around. "Spike?" As he trotted through the door Spike was pretty sure he'd heard a knock and somepony inquiring of somepony being home. His suspicions were correct! There was the young colt Valen. He'd not had too many interactions with him but Spike knew that he'd come to seek the advice of the Princess of Friendship on occasion. "Oh hi!" Spike waved a claw as he emerged from the long entry corridor. "Hey there Valen! So glad to see you!" He smiled ruefully. "You have no idea how glad!" He giggled lightly, knowing his statement wouldn't have made too much sense to anyone but himself. "So! What can I help you with?"
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    Come home mamas worried
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    Food? Food where? Sweet Apple Acres? The place that grows apples? Well, apples may not have been the desserts that Grubber craved for the most, but the ponies of Ponyville seemed to like them a whole lot, so there had to be something about these apples which made them awesome. And heck, the vertically challenged hedgehog was accustomed to seeing apples as dessert ingredients, so it’d be worth it to grab some of those fruits to snack on anyway. Something something about how one apple a day keeps a doctor delayed, or however that pony saying goes. And would you look at that? Some fellow students from the School of Friendship were waiting in line! “Wathup guyth?” Grubber called out as he got behind the dragon and hippogriff; “So thith ith like the place to be, right? Do they-?” Grubber spotted a familiar sight in front of the hippogriff! “YO! TEMPEEEEETHT!!!” The hedgehog jumped up and down, flailing his arms to grab his old partner’s attention; “IT’TH YOUR BETHTETHT PAL, GRUBBER!!! LONG TIME, NO THEE!”
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    The mare's listening ears were on high as she sat quietly, letting the hippogriff expound upon her feelings. As she went on, Starlight couldn't help but to feel a kinship with Silverstream's worries. After all, everything that lead her to where she is in life was catalyzed by the 'loss' of a friend. It was never an easy concept to think about, losing touch with somepony that you care about, that you see every single day and spend so much time with. To think that in one single moment that could all change and be snatched away from you in the blink of an eye. It's like a part of your world crumbling down...But what she had taken years to learn, the students had so much more time to see. Despite her misty eyes, Starlight spoke up at last a moment after SIlverstream finished. "Oh...I know that feeling all too well. The idea of losing a friend can be terrifying." the mare would rise up to her hooves and move to Silverstream's side, gently laying a hoof on her shoulder. "When I was a filly younger than you, I lost touch with a good friend. The only one I had at the time at that." she'd chuckle softly and continue. "The hurt and loneliness made me a really bitter pony...I did a lot of things I regret. But then I met Twilight and the girls and...even if I didn't realize it at the time, things started changing for the better." she shook her head and laughed. "I'll spare you the boring details on that and get to the point...I finally ran into that friend again after all those years. Things were...a little rocky for a bit, but I found out that even after all those years apart, in the end? We were still friends." Starlight smiled softly, pausing for a moment before continuing again. "Sometimes friends part ways, and they may not see one another for months or years. But no matter the distance, no matter the time, they'll always be right with you." the mare would gently poke the hippogriff's chest, just by her heart. "Growing and learning on your own is nothing to feel bad about. Because your friends will always be there. And if you ever do part ways, think of all the wonderful things you'll be able to share once you reunite. Change is nothing to be afraid of, because near or far, your friends will always be with you. Me included!" she'd finish, offering Silverstream a little hug for comfort.
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    Feng breathed out a sigh of relief as his instinct was proved sound. He could sometimes let his passion get away from him, but the rigors of discipline and training were like iron bands in his soul. Reliable, as long as one didn't let them rust. And no one could accuse Feng of letting himself rust... Once the rage was fully drained from Tempest's visage, Feng relaxed his hold and slid off the mare, allowing her to stand on her own. Dusting himself off, he gave a reassuring smile to Hanabi as Sunset gave her own perspective on the issue of magic-less-ness. That... wow, that must have been like being grounded. Injuries had made Feng familiar enough with that, but he wasn't quite sure if the parallel really worked. Sure, he'd been unable to fly, but he'd also been safe in an infirmary, rather than in combat. Except on one occasion, in the mountains... "I'm not... sure the worst part is losing access to magic as it is losing access to magic when you're in danger. Or wings, in my case. It's happened before, but what got me through is that I wasn't the only one who was on the mission at the time. It's why solo missions tend to be discouraged... and why I get yelled at every time I go and take one on anyway." He gave a sheepish grin at that. Experience had not quite educated him out of certain gung-ho habits. "But you weren't solo, remember? You don't ever have to be again, if you don't want to. It's not being powerless that kills you, it's being alone." And even during this speech, his thoughts were drifting back home, to a beautiful qilin mare he'd once said the very same thing to...
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    As an FYI, I'd appreciate it if nopony/creature finds Abby or what she is looking for just yet! (Unless it is GoldenDaze, who as thread OP can do as she pleases!).
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    "School project.", the dragon replied in a 'just the facts' tone, "Needed to check out the place and write a little paper about it." She was really doomed at the moment. Smolder could not even come up with a decent title for this paper. Maybe there is a pun she could use. Ponies like puns, right? How about 'Sweet Apple Acres: The In-Cider Information' or 'A-Peel-Ing Facts About Sweet Apple Acres'. Ho Ho. As her mind raced about the right title, the young student's eye fell upon Applejack and the pleasant looking mare she was with. Were they hooking up? She was being rather familiar with the farmer. Joking about needing to buy her dinner first. Heh. Smolder had heard talk about that before even back in the Dragon Lands. Months later, there were a few more eggs to be added to the hatching grounds. She shook her head quickly to remove further thoughts on that particular 'road'. "Guess I should get some apples. Learn about the whole picking process and maybe see about getting an a tour.....Maybe they could get Big Mac or Apple Bloom to show me around....Oh wait..", she pictured a guided tour with a stallion that was known for saying very little. "Maybe just Apple Bloom...", she probably wouldn't learn much just wandering around the farm by herself.
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    It was interesting, to say the least, watching her longtime friend navigate the sales world in front of her, especially one with so peculiar a method of establishing itself. It didn't strike her at all as something Applejack would do. While nopony would ever accuse the legendary heroine of Equestria of being a wallflower or a square, such dreaded terms these days, she was certainly a pony to be allotted a certain degree of genial respect and honor. A kissing booth was an idea spread by youth who knew not the value of such an action- yet, staring out at the wild sea that she existed in the wake of, could she deny how effective it was? Of course not. Applejack's apples were worthy of more than a simple five-bit coin for a bushel on their own. Add in the excitement, the treasure, the near sacrilege of kissing an Element Bearer? Coloratura was less shocked by the fact that this was happening and more so that the trains weren't laying down new lines to carry screaming loads into this quaint town for the express purpose of leaving a mark on history in the form a wet piece of lipstick. It was her turn and Rara made a few steps to the stand when her friend burst out from behind it and enveloped her in a hug, her warmth both physically and emotionally forcing a big smile onto the pop-star's face. She returned the hug even though it was of unequal physicality. One pony had a body fit for the stage, the other had a body fit for labor and toil. "It's so nice to see you, Applejack," she said earnestly and with a quick laugh, "and I can see you're rather excited by it, too," she said as she pushed her friend away with one hoof, leaving it lingering in the tufts of Applejack's chest, "but, while I know I'm famous and all, you could at least buy me dinner first!" She winked at the end, always enjoying her time with the headmare of Sweet Apple Acres. Her work ethic was beyond laudable and her greatness of spirit unquestioned. It was these core elements that, alongside their friendship, she hoped would lead to success today. "I came by because I had a proposal to make. And then I saw the apple offers and- well, nopony who is self-respecting could say not to this. And I am a pony with a lot of self-respect, you know," she said as she approached the stand. "Let's see. What is a good apple for somepony who has to belt out some ballads? Something smooth, not too acidic?"
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    Him? Practice? He made a pointed effort of ensuring that the entire world was certain of his lack of enthusiasm in all facets of life, from study to dance to the studying of dance. Why would he want anypony to know that he sometimes went to the library alone to study in private? Or that he once rewrote an entire essay three times because it didn't sound right? That he paid attention the most when he feigned interest the least- or that he used Yona's preparation for Sandbar as cover for him learning some new tricks? Nah, better they don't. He wouldn't want other creatures to think he was having to work at being as cool and collected as he was, though if he was being honest with himself he was always on the verge of losing it when around Silverstream. A thin veneer of Griffonian confidence was all that separated a lion from a cub, with a briskly beating heart betraying with its warmth- warmth settled in with uneasy jolts of energy across his body and with growing intensity as she held his fins- the detached coldness of his chosen facade. He'd do what was necessary to protect that frail image of strength until, in time, he could no longer deny the churning emotions that sought to unseat it. "Nah. Griffons aren't about dancing. I think I've seen some ponies dance, just picked it up from them," Gallus spoke with a certain air of nonchalance, looking with a laugh. "Ha! It isn't very hard. Just gotta sway a little here and ther, ya know, with everycreature so close I figure its gotta be easy, right?" He said re-assuringly. He had seen her blush like mad and it was hard for him to let the pink on his cheeks die, seeing as it contrasted so readily with the blue. He could control his mind all he wanted but his body was a traitor to his admittedly deceitful cause. Who could blame him? Seapony or Hippogriff, a creature of water and air combined, she had an impact on him. Her presense was as overwhelming as the depths, pressing in on him like he was a pearl being shaped. She also could make him feel lighter than air, dopey and oxygen deprived. Flittering thoughts of happiness danced as readily with a deeply felt sense of pressure inside of him as he danced with her. It was an impossible feeling to fully describe, such were the limitations of his young mind. His body felt differently and he found himself leaning in. He caught himself before his lips puckered pathetically or anything else too forward happened. He continued to lean in though, he had to play it off of course and whispered to her. "You're not bad yourself, you know. Who did you learn from?" He asked as his mind raced to fill in the blanks of what to say as he leaned in. He was still smooth. Smooth as a sly bandit, stealing moments that made him weak and steeling his resolve in equal measure.
  47. 1 point
    It took Applejack an interminable amount of time to commit herself to the action that Rarity knew she would. ******************* She had thought about it for a while the previous night. Pacing to herself. Talking to herself. Running through the myriad possibilities and eliminating them one by one. She felt like a Shadow Spade knock-off by the end and still sought some answers, but she supposed in this stormy land of surprises that all the answers being available were pipe dreams of the hopeless romantic inside of her. Did her friend have such feelings? This one was easy enough for her to parse. The evidence, as little of it had existed before she was given the eyes with which to see, collected itself neatly and nicely in front of her now. The sweet little words shared over the years, the fighting, and the growing attention of her friend. The actions more recently- the inability to do much only added to the sense that Applejack was in a tizzy, and it was over Rarity. Indeed, once she had gotten past the concept of it being patently absurd she found it easy to accept with all of the gathered evidence. Did she share these feelings? Therein lay the real spot of trouble, and the source of her anguish the previous night. She had never seen herself with another mare. She had always told herself she enjoyed the company of stallions. Indeed, while she was easy with the compliments when it came to particularly attractive mares, she had never really looked at them as *romantic* partners. Had she? She supposed, and she had supposed very hard for several hours the night previous, that it depended on how one defined romance. Her mind warred with itself as it ruefully reminded her of past incidents. The Manehattan mare after a show. Her roommate at the Heartland School of Design. Indiscretions at the Watering Hole. She hadn't repressed these memories but she had certainly viewed them in a light less flattering than the sanguine title of romance would have shone on them. She had been young and...experimental in her younger days. Nothing wrong with that. She was certain many ponies used their youth in such a meaningless yet uniquely exciting way. She had her fair of stallions too at that time. Yet...she had always gone back to her roommate, and always found her coltfriends wanting. Indeed, maybe it was than that she started looking for her 'Prince' Charming. She had been a big fan of that mare and her designs, and the stress of the event- well, relief! It had simply been relief and they hadn't even spoken since. Was it a crime to indulge in such recreation when the time came for it? To throw it back at her- how rude! Of course, she could have found a stallion. The designer of the athletic ware was a fine, hulking stallion, and she was sure he had eyes...no, it didn't matter. And the Watering Hole...those were low points, not reasons to question herself. Lost souls swimming in the troughs of cider overflowing from such a rank establishment needed to find something while sunken to such depths. She flirted with far more stallions and- well, she wasn't afraid to admit to walking home early in the morning once or twice. Yet she was always frustrated when she walked back while she could acknowledge the rank satisfaction she received from the mares. She could talk her way around it and she did, even taking a break from her rambling alone to take a shower at three in the morning. Frontier showers were th worst, the water was too cold, but it helped keep her aware. She argued with herself, cried with herself, and fought herself. She had always been looking for Prince Charming, but she had to open her eyes. There was no such thing. The trappings of Equestrian royalty were distinctly and overwhelmingly feminine, after all. Nopony cared about the petty Prince or Duke that used whatever small station they had in some third rate city. They cared for and revered the Princesses. And so did she. So why would this matter? Why, she pondered as she dried off and wept in frustration, did she feel the need to create such a lie? To find the perfect stallion, the one that never existed, to deny and to lie to herself all these long years? Why, she thought as she stepped out into the balcony, a teary eyed mess of a mare, was it so hard to admit the truth? Because she had failed many years ago to be honest with herself, and thus had to live a life of lies. She had tried to pursue Applejack back in their school days. Applejack had been...oblivious and Rarity displeased with her failure. She had shut herself off from her former friend. She had moved away, attended a prestigious school, returned to her hometown embittered deeply in a way she never knew or appreciated. She had been polite but cold, even hostile, to Applejack for some time before Twilight had arrived and forced them all together. She had deluded herself about where her heart lay, where her passions pointed, because she had already failed with the one pony it mattered with. So of course to her it meant that love could not truly blossom with another mare, not for her. If that were the case, then had she not already lost her entire heart, her whole future? Her future had to lay with a stallion. The perfect stallion. The unbelievable and unrealistic expectation of a Prince Charming who never existed, who could make her feel things no other stallion could, who could sweep her off of her hooves and take her away to some fantasy land of delight and privilege. Oh, how absurdly arrogant she was to think that! To think that her feelings could be swayed against themselves by mere fantasy! And how truly awful a life she had designed for herself, a sad pursuit of ash and debris destined to fail when the fruits of her heart's most earnest desire lay in the daily smiles and affections of a friend she had once scorned. The labors and gymnastics required to assert any other truth started to become olympian in their requirements. Like sad, sorry Sissyphus, Rarity was doomed. DOOMED. And yet, in the midst of this eternal Tartarus of her own loneliness that could only ever have chipped away at her, she had been saved by her friend's own torment. Yet what price this savior pays! The burden of knowledge weighed heavily on Applejack, and a thick stone tablet of Rarity's making hung with malice from her neck. How awful a love when it was leading to suffering. To know pain was to know love because only a passionate heart could know such aggressively successful pain. But this was needless! It could be solved if only Rarity had the strength to admit it. It was almost four-thirty when she stumbled back into her room, a shattered and weary mess. She didn't make it to the bed. She collapsed on the floor. And in the dark of the night, sprawled out on the floor of her room, Rarity wept without control. She wept for the time they had lost, the years of their lives burned away in dedication to their delusions. She wept for a friend who was no longer themselves as they struggled under a singular pain. She wept for herself, for having used herself so improperly. And in the end, Rarity wept joyfully because she knew she loved Applejack and searched no longer. She woke up a few hours later, emotionally exhausted. Every inch of her burned with fatigue but she paid them no heed. She trotted into the shower and used her finest products. She did her makeup. She made sure to look her best and do her best, even if her insides screamed for her to rest. She acted on instinct. Not animalistic. Not basic. No, she acted on the instinct of a lover who knew what they needed to do. She was late by some time leaving the room and made sure to act no different. Applejack would need her consistency right before she would need her love- and once given, there would be little to stop it. ******** Applejack's kiss was good, but Rarity knew she could kiss better. heedless of her friend's stammering, she used one hoof and grasped the back of Applejack's head before pulling her back in. The return kiss was deep, passionate, and was likely less suitable for the younger ponies watching. Which they were, considering Rarity made a point of using her magic to remove the hat. No hiding anything from anypony anymore. "We have a lot to talk about dear, but you have to know something," she said before she pulled Applejack in even closer, Rarity's mouth speaking directly into Applejack's ears, "I have very high standards and expectations, and you simply must start living up to them. The Applejack I know- the Applejack I love- is better than what she is doing today!" Rarity whispered with equal parts sweetness, scolding, and intensity. She wasn't settling for less for herself. How could she settle for less from the Apple of her eye?
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    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. . .
  49. 1 point
    Name: Terramar Sex: Male Age: Young adult Species: Hippogriff/Sea Pony Eye color: Gradient of sky blue to cyan. Coat: His fur and feathers are creamy off white with the furthest extremities (claws, hooves, beak,) being of a yellow gray color. As a sea pony his fins and hooves are sky blue. Mane/Tail: His mane is cropped short on his neck and his feather like forelocks are long and jut out from between his ears. His tail is long as well. Both mane and tail are of cyan and light turquoise shades, in strips through out. As a sea pony his fins are shorter and more rounded and only cyan colored. Residence: He lives with his parents Sky Beak and Ocean Flow either at Mount Aris or in Seaquestria depending on his moods. His father resides at Mount Aris while his mother stays in Seaquestria. He is allowed to travel between the two homes using the fragment of transformation pearl on his necklace. Physique: He has the healthy structure of a young adult. Lots of energy and a strong but light frame. Occupation: A recently enrolled student in Twilight's Friendship School. Cutie Mark: NA History: Terramar grew up in a healthy family with brothers and sisters, and a mom and dad. His young years were spent frolicking at Mount Aris, enjoying life as a young hippogriff. When the hippogriff kingdom fell, Terramar and the rest of his family went to hiding in Seaquestria. Since he had lived in both places he had quite time deciding where was the best place for him to live permanently once the hippogriffs were free to return to their homelands. Through a series of events and encounters with the CMC Terramar became more confused than ever which wasn't righted until his parents told him he could live in both places and visit where ever he felt like going! He has been doing that up until recently. His sister Silversteam was enrolled as a student at the Friendship School and Terramar has heard all of her stories and adventures! He very much wants to join in as a student! Terramar has enrolled and is looking forward to his first semester at the Friendship school this year! It will be new for him but he's really not that nervous. He's been through a lot of situations that have brought him to this moment and he can't wait to spread his wings as a Friendship student! Character Personality: Terramar is excitable and fun! He loves to adventure and explore. He loves to expand his mind through learning. He's fiercely loyal to his family and ever so proud of his sister Silverstream. He can get caught up in situations sometimes and will become anxious when things don't get figured out right away. He's been known to jump to conclusions and over react sometimes. He has the energy of a young creature and the mind to excel in whatever he attempts! Character Summary: Terramar is friendly and fun! He's one handsome hippogriff! This guy's out for a whole new set of adventures at the Friendship school this year!
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    The floating head beside the body calmly nodded as Ossia went on to describe the world that their adversary had come from. Sounded pretty standard. The usual dark future, something gone wrong, attempted dimensional invasion. Hardly anything She'd not heard of in the newspapers since she'd awoken. Despite Lus' earlier bluster she knew that she wasn't strong enough to take on an alicorn level threat on her own so she'd let the villainess set her sights on The charging cyborg. Those energy discs were impressive a sight, one doesn't often get to watch a villain on par with a natural disaster fight. With remarkable speed hte enforce dodged the energy discs earning an impressed whistle from the Hexxer, "Huh... seems she's getting faster. I guess I'll just have to get up close and try and keep her in place while you try and take her down. I'd tell you not to hold back, but I know you won't already." The body and head charged forward as shadowy tendrils emergers at her hooves. Each one striking swiftly and wildly at the cyborg, the myriad shadows being used to keep her busy while the body thrust forward with her umbrella in an attempt to pierce at a weakspot in that chassis.
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