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    Distant Lightning
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  1. @Dunder @IceStorm @PyroBlaze @Dio The spirit was an energetic creature with the ability to alter space and time at a whim, and his temper, while as a fickle thing, was inherently bound by the limitations of his companions’ imaginations. Far be it for him to alter their inhibitions, but it often made games like his a dangerous pastime for the unprepared as they were quite the trial to overcome. His jokes were audacious and his point of view was caked over in salt from decades of boredom. He was still learning to understand the ponies, just as they were learning to understand him. Sometimes it took something big to really put a pony in their place. In his case it took a betrayal from Tirek for the Chimera of chaos to realize that having giving friends was much nicer than selfish neighbors and after his bear total reversion to a chaotic good form the ponies would realize they too had to let the spirit be himself and satisfy his cravings. It wasn't so much the world that he craved either, but all of it's delightful games and curious experiences. Be that rousing games of O&O or cases of love. “Oh my!” He cooed when his snoot was smooshed into the inventor's and his head vigorously pet. “My, my how lascivious darling.” He landed on the ground and ran his paw across the top of his bald head, spreading back a sleek, coiffed rainbow toupee with a bounce! How it sparkled! Fabulous. He manifested the book that Twilight had used in her studious overview of the pony sleepover. The tome sat perched on his lionesque digits as his hindlegs raised up from the ground. It almost looked as if he was floating, but in true defiance of law the maddened linguini floated with his rear appendage just an inch from any surface. Resting a pair of bifocal plunk on his snout the chaotic commander opened the book and leaned back, his rainbow pompadour bouncing. He pressed his index digit on the paper, the pad smooshing with a squosh. “This book details the finer points of a sleepover...but that's too by the book” He tossed it backwards into a blue portal only for a red one to appear above him. Holding out his paw and claw a sort of white box with hearts painted all over it landed in his grip. “This sorter will lovingly randomize our activities with simple ballots that don't emulate a magic 8 Ball, at all.” He would shake it a bit, the rattling of papers easily heard inside. “But we are lacking space for some of the activities.” In the castle?! That was disconcerting. “As well as players.” He pulled some invitations out his glorious rainbow coif. “So I'm going to send these invitations out.” He opened a portal into the mailroom and tossed them at Derpy, who was surprised by the sudden drop off. The deed was done! But wait where could they have a sleepover that is bigger than the castle grounds? Well the invitations came with a map that was easier to follow than the ancient map to the treasures of Yakyakistan prior to written language. It was full of pictograms and vague scribbled with arrows pointing to representations of structures in Canterlot. Eventually it would lead them to Chaosville, ensuring they arrived at the front door of his floating cottage. Of course they had to be sure to avoid the Bottomless Pit.
  2. Taking a Trip to Saddle Arabia [Open!]

    "Stripes?!" The pegasus echoed, like a fluttery little parrot. His grey-blue eyes examined the stripes with interest. Now there was a number of things this could have implied, but his decorum for such things was abysmal and pushed him into a habit of asking things he probably shouldn't Red hooves danced around, steps so light it was difficult to tell of he even touched the ground. At his hip the hanging purse of his writing implements bounced, the sound of bits rattling inside like a dancer's coins. Flicking his thin ears hie shook his head, tossing about his partially braided mane, a portion of it pushed up into a mohawk. "Was your mother a zebra, or father?" Ah there he went. "Where did they live, where were you born? Did you learn Zebra traditions or Pony culture?" One thing at a time Lightning, aaah! He bounced back in front of her, wings popping out in excitement. They flapped once or twice before he plunked his flank on the ground. The luxurious, red tail of his flapped around against the ground like an expectant pup. His ears were swiveled forward as the light caused his lens to sparkle. The excitement in his expression was easy to see. His posture was that of an attentive student. It was difficult to pull him out of full nerd mode. The scholar was always interested in different cultures. Being from Saddle Arabia he hardly knew of individuals beyond the sea but now he faced one of two different cultures than his own!
  3. Fish Aren't Always Friends [Invite]

    To say that Night Prophecy had an ego was like saying the sun set in the West. It was quite well known the shark had a touch of pride when it came to his divinations. Geomancy was a particular skill he's practiced over his lifetime and depended on the current soft the oceans and the soils below. On land was a different story. There was no telling what terra would speak with so many of these hooved ones shuffling about. The kelpie pricked his webbed ears, the crinkled, web-like forms shifted to turn to Clef. His hearing was strong on land by the very fact the sea was not in the way. Twitching his whiskers his throat cleared. His body shifted as he tried to raise his front flipper, which caused him to stumble as balancing on sand was quite different. “Sh...pfft.” he snorted out, shaking his head. “Shameful it is we are not in the sea for there are greater resources. But these will have to do.” He lowered this head to the dry sand and flicked his foreflipper in it. His struggles were expected for a first time landlubber, though in his case it was land scrubber as he shuffled along the tenacity of an underweight seal. The Marine pony looked to Clef. The acquisition of a shell would prove to revive his efforts in his duties. And it would let him explore this land a bit more. He looked down and back to Clef when he suggested the locals. The shark was against the idea of cajoling natives when he was more than capable, but out here there was not much he could smell or sense above the waves. He had to use his eyes and for the deep sea predator that was all task in and of itself. “The shells need to have been beneath the sands for a long time. You can tell because they are bright and not dulled by the light.” He explained. “They can be flat, round, or in pieces. “ It mean any shell deep enough in the sands or maybe even the shiny ones they sold to tourists at shops! Speaking of a certain pair of peddling ponies were selling seashells by the seashore and it could be assured their false advertisement was blustered by a benign effect, good luck or being able to hear authentic sea back home! But what would be their choice? Eyes would occasionally drift to the underwater natives and murmur amongst themselves. Of course there wasn't just shells hiding beneath the sands. Crabs and other ornery sea life that easily transitions between sand and surf hang out on the beach.
  4. Apple Adonis (Invite)

    There always seemed a misconception that the Apple farm was run by Granny and her three grandfoals. It was expected and with how hardworking pair Applejack and Big Mac were it was simply impossible! There was a reason why the fsmy was so big! Orchards sometimes were shared with members visiting or friends willing to help. While an older Big Mac welcomed it in his youth the apple bucking was an affair reserved for more immediate members of the Apple Acre Farms clan. This, of course, included his mom and pop… No long the years did it seem they had the farm all to themselves. He was glad AJ has matured in a way he didn't and made friends. He was glad to see her honestly and her words had found her peace in solidarity as opposed to his calamity in solitude. Ponyville was traditional. The closest source of wood was in the Everfree Forest and it was not a sort of place you cared to frequent and Whitetail Woods was protected so there wasn't much they could take without the Forest King's permission. With the Town surrounded by the woods and mountains it had many resources, but its old fashioned ways it was often on the cusp of falling apart under modern pressures. Thanks to the planning and organizational skills of a certain Princess of Friendship they had progressed exponentially without sacrificing their homely ways. Mac was a stickler for tradition, but even he could see the old wood they used just wasn't enough for strength like his. “Well…” he lowered his head, straw colored man falling bashfully over his face. “Tradition.” He'd regard. Turning his emerald eyes to her he parted his jaws. She was really a go getter wasn't she? Mac wouldn't be opposed to reinforcement as his hooves did a right job of tearing down the door from its hinges near every chance! Course it didn't help he was hooves tall and had the sun given strength of an Earth pony. Top onto that his lifetime of work on the farm and he could practically stand hoof to hoof with the Princess’ raw power! Well pretty darn close. That hoof wrassling contest he once has with Luna was with him a night distracted looking for nails! “Well, hey now!” He hopped on to and lent the bird a hoof. He was a tough fella and even without the flexible claws of a Griffon he still sure as hay had the power! “Where should ah…?” He looked to her tools. Should they head in the barn? Though it was a bit embarrassing seeing as they mostly stored farm equipment in there and some old barrels. He snuck in there on occasion for naps, but more the problem, that not even Mad was aware of -- were the hungry like bugs that had been having at his wood on particularly wet spring months. DUN DUN DUN T e r m I t e s.
  5. Taking a Trip to Saddle Arabia [Open!]

    Lightning's family were natives to Saddle Arabia for a number of years. His arrogance was but a result of nobility. This prestige was due to his family's role archivists, explorers. Though when they first arrived they did so as acrobatics, entertainers for the sultan and nobility. Their small pegasui forms and natural agility lent to their Grace as sky dancers and acrobats. They were known for their dual toned wings, a trait not often seen among the winged ponies. Lightning and his sister had a trip tone it was believed a result of their being twins, but it seems to come from their mother who has a strong monotone coloration of black. Regardless of the why it made his family subjects of admiration, but as with all things that has changed. Over time Saddle Arabia became a center for scholarly pursuits. These days it as known for it, but in the past it was still a developing nature with developing tastes. Lightning's family became enthralled with spelunking. The country's vast size and ancient wonders granted many individuals with such opportunities, but few succeeded. The pegasus, ever a lanky fellow, would spread his audaciously large wings at her greeting. The plumage seemed to dance like a flame with its reds, golds, and oranges! The limbs were as flexible as any other and would bend at the wrist as he bowed his head. His scowling expression held his monocle over his left eye, pierced ear anchoring the chain so he would not lose his precious eyepiece were he to lose focus. “A pleasure! I am Distant Lighting! A native to this fine country!” A proud patriot the glittering bird, covered in glittering gold embroidery and fluttering, white silk sang praises of his Nation with ease. “Yes! Many would call me a scholar, though my specialty is studying pony culture and its development from our more primitive roots.” He bowed his head before allowing his wings to fold back against his side. He blinked and looked the mare over in what many would declare a rather invasive manner as he cocked his head to the side and honestly in on the markings along her hind quarters. He trotted towards her, focused, like a love struck yearling except this pegasus was dripping with curiosity. His flaming feathers and sunset fur snakes along the cobblestone street as those red hooves seemed to barely float over the ground as he attempted to circle her. His muzzle parted as he took breath. “What are those?!” The bird as a flutter with intrigue. He has never seen a mare like this! Now while he has a vested interest in wings it took a back seat to the curious markings of which he thought, at first, were part of her cutie mark.
  6. Canterlot Checkers Challenge

    Dunnie’s assault was met with quite a result. Hardly one expected either, but when you played Discord’s games you hardly expected much despite the strict rules in place. The rules, just like the noodle himself, were quite bendable because of the existence of nigh infinitely versions of a game. When Dunnie moved to capture her piece, so did Writer. Nensho dipped out the way just in time for -- THUNK. Discord winced from his place near the penalty box. There was a large screen magically projecting the game’s play by play which included a high resolution, slowed down replay of the pair slamming into one another. Over and over. It seemed Dunnie and Writer’s move was the play of the day! The spirit pricked up his ears at Medo’s words and laughed as he gobbled down what appeared to be a pizza topped with hayfries, pear slices and a carefully placed, hard boiled egg. The game had become overly complicated, as expected of a Discord event, but what the ponies failed to realize in their tomfoolery was that it was just that! Discord’s event and oft times he was a player as well. He was not much for playing judge without being part of the jury too. So when Medo asked for an ordinary soda, she would not receive. “Well haven’t you noticed?” He raised a full bottle of soda with his paw, levitating it over to her. The fizzy drink wiggled around when it was held and let out a cascade of bubbles when opened. “We’re on the front lawn of the Castle.” He held out his paws. “But over here we are also at the Botique’s front!” No wonder they could see the whole board! They were at both of the goals! ... somehow. In a flash of laughter the spirit manifested a microphone in his claw, tapping the surface with is paw’s pad. “Let him in!” the spirit hailed the guards. It seemed the megalomanic spirit was given reign of quite a bit, but it was all apart of the game and what as the Princes of the Sun without her love of games? It seemed everything was set up with the aid of the princesses one way or another. How else would Discord take over without their knowledge? Well that was a question for another time. While he had his ways he also had an ego and was not one wont to secrecy for a successful plot and now was hardly any different. The projection over the field expanded for the giant ponies to better view it. He cleared his throat. “Everypony, may I have your attention!” He cried out with the captured nobles and Medo nibbling pizza in the background. “Now seeing as I am a fair and wise rule, any pony to lose is welcomed to the castle for a pizza party!” But why was he announcing that now? Well it seemed the camera moved over to the gates showing a certain pickle faced stallion marching to the guards, his tail flicking. They rolled their eyes but would step back as the pizza pony entered the gates with a new order of pizzas in tow. I-it was him! Discord pulled the camera to face him once more as he grinned and placed a teeny tiny crown on his head. “King me.” With that all the ponies, and non ponies, on the field would be reverted to their sizes and teleported onto the castle grounds where the pizza-Discord delivered the boxes and reformed into his chaotic self before fusing back with the canoodling god of chaos who was throned on a cloud of pink, bubble-gum flavored air. “Congratulations me!” He praised and spun about, sitting himself up, laughing. “I must say you ponies and -- like, took quite a long time arriving to my celebration.” It was hard to tell if Discord simply set up the whole game to crown himself, or if there would have been a winner had they just not been heroes and saved the pizza pony. No pony would ever know but this was their chance to have some pizza and chat on it now, wasn’t it? It seems those who had participated would be given an invitation to a ship in Baltimare which would take them off to a cruise across the sea to an island paradise, but one wholly unfamiliar to any present pony.
  7. Ponyville Scavenger Hunt

    As the ponies plundered and scavenged it seemed they would all find their respective items. The visiting Neighponese fox would acquire her carrot while Big Mac was able to give up a pack of nails to Pyro. It didn’t seem he needed them all where he was going. He headed to the slide after repairing the fence, but it all seemed -- strange. But a normal result of a Discord event, no? As Ishi and Nira went to the shop the play went on to the delight if the local Ponyvillians and tourists. The stuffed stego slammed into the shop. Donuts proceeded to rain down onto the onlookers and neatly into boxes to present them with a neat dozen and some received a box full of donut holes. The stego opened its mouth to wail but all that escaped was a weak hiss! It seems Squall stabbed it's squeaker. Aster would find the only injured party was the Stuffed Stego who sat down like a defeated puppy. It's head hung low as it had been robbed of its chirp! Squall got his dino and Ishi and Nira their donuts. “Well well!” The voice of the pragmatic prince of pranks presented himself on a wide shot screen floating high above the heads of ponies and species alike. “It seems everypony has found the what's what on their list, though it seems you made our squeaky friend sad! Well for those lucky to participate and those unlucky enough to participate as collateral damage, your rewards await you! Aster, Squall, Ishi, Nira, Pyro and Yanhua would receive invitations. The stamp on the front seal was akin to some sort of lotus flower or flower of paradise. Inside was a welcoming the players to Baltimare where a boat at the harbor would take them on a cruise to an island! Though for Aster they needed the permission from a parent or teacher!
  8. Opalus Symphony [Invite]

    Discord was not the sort to act in a straightforward manner about his thoughts and the things he saw. He could see to the end of the universe and back. For him time was an inconvenience that he handled like any other: he would outright ignore it. Why be pinned down by such a concept when you could take advantage of it? He looked at the world ponies lived in from the outside, holding them like a snowglobe. In fact he presented the mares with one! Floating about he gave the globe a little shake in his paw and claw as he held it out to them, the snow fluttering about and turning to flower petals before raining upon the tiny figure inside which sat upon a lonely hill with Canterlot in the background. He appeared beside them holding the or as the scene inside seemed to play. A hum if music rang from the miniature landscape. The playing of instruments seemed to create a solemn feeling. The tiny concert played as the spirit grinned. His snake-like movements laced him between the mares. With his tail moving to attempt and rest over Twilight’s shoulder and his right claw on Ice’s he smirked. “It takes a lifetime to write a symphony, but I can admire you only had an hour to do so.” He offered Ice, reaching up with his paw to pinch her cheek. His visual wordplays made it a touch easier to understand where he was going. The snowglobe itself would be given to the blue mare. Its background was a familiar background to Ice, somewhere in Canterlot, but a more specific locale that triggered memories for her. Somewhere in her past that was difficult to revisit. Maybe it was just the mare, but the figurine sitting on the sculptured hill with the tree looked a bit like-- His ears pricked up at Icy’s response. He chuckled and appeared above them with an empty plate in paw, their plates appearing in front of them! “Well I would say it was better this way? At least it would seem!” His attention turned to Twilight who seemed quite excited by the prospect of food. Well they could go all out. “Well dig in!” But there was something Discord withheld, as to be expected of him. After all what fun was there if life was a predictable one? He set the mares loose on the buffet and floated there a moment to scratch his beard. Hmm. Well no matter! Tiem to eat! He filled his plate up, with delight!
  9. Apple Adonis (Invite)

    The affluent Apple, who only spoke what was necessary, often found himself at a loss of words for his own actions. The nails in question wouldn’t really be necessary could he control his own strength. Of course what made that difficult was because strength was all part of his job. Pulling, plowing, bucking, building why he was surprised his parents hadn’t named him Buff Apple! That aside the big, red farmer sighed as he nearly tore the fence off its hinges as he pulled it open to politely welcome the dark Griffon in. He wasn’t sure why she was there until she popped out a roll of papers. His red ears perked, jostling his honeysuckle bangs. He parted his jaw to speak, but only was able to grunt out an: “Oh.” “O-oh!” He came further into his realization. He stepped to the side, allowing the Griffon to pass him. Just in time, he was growing pretty sour at how nothing around here ever seemed to stay fixed! Sure small repairs were a thing to expect when you ran a farm. Equipment needed care just as much as the ponies working the fields. He was tickled pink, well redder? … didn’t matter. He moved to st as she seemed to continue on with her explanation, the dutiful Apple listening closely. It seemed she put a lot of work into her goods, which did put a bit of Mac’s mind at ease. Barn pack? That sounded dandy. He stood once more and moved to take up the invoice with his muzzle, before turning his head toward the dilapidated barn. “Well uh, if’n you can see…” The paper flapped about in the stallion’s muzzle as he spoke. It was quite a mess in deed. The wood was worn, some was splintered as if it had suffered a stampede, which almost never happened at the Apple’s farm! Her help with this extra care package could certainly do the farm some good. The barn could really use some help and Mac gladly lead her towards the disastrous attempt at repair.
  10. Fish Aren't Always Friends [Invite]

    This had been Night's first time one land, or anywhere near a pony's city. Everything was different and held a sense of anxiety over the aquatics's head. It was obvious in the way his gills rapidly danced against his neck, lungs struggling to fill up for the first time. By the way his fins tapped against the concrete surface it was clear it was difficult for the seapony to steady himself. It was difficult to imagine a seapony spending his life in the trenches as the majority of sea ponies lived closer to the surface or the like. His dark scales were designed to shelter him in the shadows against rippling bioluminescent plankton and fish. The hunter was, at his very nature: an ambush predator. You would never see him until his fangs were upon you! The shark did to keep to the deep waters up until recently. His nomadic lifestyle came to a halt when ocean territories saw an increase in supplanted villages scattered in the reefs. It drove the prey of the trench dwellers ever deeper. Joining the royal court as an advisor of sorts was something that forced him to the forefront. But this? This was too much! At least when at court he could stay in the background and duck away behind curtains. But there were so many eyes, staring at him. Clef assured him this was the usual response when sea dwellers happened their way onto land. It was suggested that the coast would be best to search, but that meant they had to cross the pier and down onto the beach where some ponies and other species vacationed. Night raised his head, nostrils flaring as smells became obvious. All of this was sensory overload, particularly for one who had never left he sea. The smells were bewildering, having never taken a whiff of anything before. His sensitive whiskers danced at the movement of all the ponies and he became annoyed! Which was his default setting in any case. “Let us make haste.” He began to waddles along with Celf for unlike him Night had flippers for forelimbs. It took a bit, but he eventually learned the motion he needed to get a forward march. It was not unlike the lumbering movements of seals. “What?” Clef began to explain that ponies, maddening as it sounded, controlled the weather?! Night was not sure if he should be envious or horrified. It seemed a useful skill to be able to manage weather. With such power one could change the course of the sea. If he had to choose between ultimate, cosmic powers and divination, well it was a clear choice. He knew that ponies turned the cycles of the day and night for many generations now, but he thought such power needed to manage the world on such a level required great power… The more he thought of it the more angry he became. How dare ponies! His neutral expression drifted down into an angry scowl, though it was nearly impossible to tell the two expressions apart save an upturned lip that bore his fangs. He let out a snort, which unexpectedly and comically causes him to snot a bit… hurriedly shaking his head to clear the embarrassing reaction.l, he let out a squeak. What in the dark trench’s name!? He wiggled and stamped a flipper on the ground. “Ha! This pony weather control is nothing compared to Geomancy!” His ego wouldn't allow it! Pointing his fin down he would pat the docks. “You see I read the soil, sand and stones and learn of things to come before they occur and can change the course of one's very destiny!” It sounded pretty deep. Luckily they had a goal. Finding a new shell on the coast should be easy, but by the way Night made it seem it was an in depth task. If Clef found a nice one, though, they be able to go to the capital and despite his rather arrogant attitude Night was the sort to keep his promises. It was exciting! And Night has never been to a beach either so it would be a treat for them both!
  11. A Noodle and the Moon (closed:Rex)

    That was a problematic circumstance that seemed to happen on occasion with his games. It was not as if his intention was to harm, or endanger. The chaotic spirit sometimes interfered with his more personal games, but the larger scaled boards ran on their own measure, with their own life. It was a type of magic that gave life to ideas, and sometimes those ideas, while not inherently bad, could be in and of themselves a threatening prospect when questioned. The conditions for the game were placed in a manner so that everything happened naturally. Whatever occurred was in reaction to a pony's actions. In these cases he felt he had an understanding on how ponies would react and the game should play out easily, but they frequently exceeded his expectations which was delight for the easily bored spirit. He had hoped the Lunar mare would accept his invitation to play, but there was a sense of superiority that led him to consider she would back out, knowing well his games were challenging for even the most skilled ponies, at least when he didn't hold back. While remiss to admit he pulled his punches when it came to taunting the princesses all these years ago. They were quite lucky he went easy on them, even underestimating their intelligence and skill. During his O&O games he could go all out on the stallion and dragon. It was a relief when the insects were captured, but it would seem that they did not vanish, which was a queer situation. Typically the creatures summoned by the game would vanish once the condition of the roll was met, but it seemed that the longer they played the more the area would change. Wild jungle vines had started to grow along Luna’s tower. The trees that lined the castle ground started to grow and Branch out, canopies knitting together until the skyline was nothing but green. “i couldn't tell you how to solve this problem, as I cannot just snap things away until the game ends. But have you noticed something odd?” He wasn't versed in Equus’ Flora and fauna but he was pretty sure trees didn't grow that fast. Were one to peer off the balcony the trees has created a street of outstretched branches, of which below the shade created a deep darkness that was impenetrable by even the light of the moon. Something had gone awry and he wasn't quite sure as to what it was. He pressed a claw to his lip as he floated over his trap. Luna made her roll. The spirit floated down to land on all hours, his forelimbs tucking between his haunches, which caused his back to hunch as he was exceptionally long when compared to a pony. Manifesting a raincoat and hat on them both the spirit would perk his ears as they were raised upon the surface of a raft. The board sat balanced on the head of a coconut which had dried grass as a mane and a face painted on with what looked like chalk, but it certainly smelled like frosting! The water had filled her balcony and since gravity still ruled a pony's world the water that seemed to raise from beneath them rushed over the edge. The tower was several hundred hooves high and with the game altering the physical reality around them the balcony railings had become piles of stones and boulders. At the end of the water road a spider monkey sat staring at them with large, bulbous eyes. Its mouth parted with a hiss to reveal deal fangs for it was a literal spider monkey! It leapt into the air and dashed across an overhanging branch. Reaching out its hand web would shoot out and capture the board. Without that they couldn't take Discord's turn! Discord had tried to lunge at the primate, but it was faster than the physical inept chimera who would fall towards Luna. The monkey jumped down into the canopy, vanishing into the sea of green and down went their raft… Below the dark jungle of what was once the castle grounds were filled with singing birds of paradise and deadly predators only meant to be found in the Forbidden Jungles of the southern landmasses. Discord had been thrown from the rafters on the way down and into a tree where he became entangled by the shrubbery. He looked around, hoping to spot Luna, or the game board. “Luna?!” Oh goodness! “First I try to woo the princess than I get her thrown off a waterfall! I'll be hung for sure.” He wiggled, realizing he was trapped. “Too late!” With much struggling Discord finally snapped the vines with the help of magically created scissors, but his lack of foresight caused him to tumble headfirst into some berry bushes. “Luna?!” He popped his head out the bush, a bird's nest on his crown with a very confused looking father bird, roosting in the nest. Not too far from the struggling noodle the spider monkey sat in the tree, the game too heavy to carry along so easily for one so small. It sat nibbling on the dice, the pieces magically latched to the board so it could not remove them.
  12. Canterlot Checkers Challenge

    Discord was especially tickled. His linkling was ahead on the way to the Castle without threat! Icy having let that Pizzapony by may have hurt the noble's chances as well as Earth Writer! Oh dear. The pony would be able to see the pizzapony with the box in hoof, he would like reach the castle before him, than what would Write boast about?! There had to be a way to stop him... With Medo beside Discord the spirit peered down, rolling his eyes at her spoiled pouting. Motioning his paw he levitated her out the penalty box and onto his head. He would offer her a slice of pizza, the nobles complaining that she was getting spoiled. With pizza all around Discord shrugged. "You were so close dear. But so was Ice Storm. What a shame..." So that pizzapony was all a ploy? "But I'll give those trapped in the penalty box a chance to get back in the game. He snapped his paws. With that several boxes of pizza appeared in front of all those in the penalty box, five in exactness. Regarding him he was but three spaces from the castle. "If you can eat through all of these when this timer hits zero... you are free to continue the game." He pulled a stopwatch from his feathers and it began to count down from ten.
  13. Taking a Trip to Saddle Arabia [Open!]

    It was a lovely day for the pegasus to have lunch out doors, but he felt that the weather in Saddle Arabia was always just right. Large wings but twice the average span of most pegasus and with tri colored feathers this Saddle Arabian native allowed his wings to sit aloft from his shoulders to take in that warm air. While he was fond of the cooler airs of the indoors, sometimes one needed the chance to take in the mid-afternoon sun. He was glad to have an hour of lunch today. as his work kept him locked up in the university nigh since sunup, but he was no teacher. This pegasus was a studious scholar and he certainly looked the part with a saddlebag heavy with tomes with bottles of fresh ink always ready to take notes. It helped he was a walking quill factory. Despite the heat of the day the cafe areas were as busy as ever! But today there seemed to be a unique denizen, no no two! His head took a slight cant as his grey-blue eyes peered through the thick lens of his monocle. The chain looped back and was pierced into the fold of his ear. Nary wherever the pegasus twitched them they dared not pull hard to thrust the glass from his eye. And what so! This surprise caused both forms to prick up and a snort escape his snout. The small equine danced in place, red hooves scraping against the cobblestone streets. His short, red tail danced behind him as his wings raised to properly tuck against his shoulders and side. Right. Right he was a pony of knowledge! Though many peers were convinced his field was closer to the pseudo sciences of psychology than having much worth in the way of archaeology, but it was what he and his sister had gotten into. It was their passion, though they skewed in agreement as to what was most important to study! He felt the development of culture through one's history was quite vital to understand their present, while she in the latter believed the idea of their architecture's development was key! Right, now how to get their attention? Should he pose valiantly? Maybe...?! But by the time he had formulated a simple greeting he had stumbled to a stop in front of the individuals. "Ah! Pardon day! Good me!" No wait... "I mean -- good day, pardon me, but if I may inquire... you young ladies are curious specimens..." Wait er no! "Figures! Figures!" he sputtered and flailed his wings about a bit before pulling a book and quill from his bag. "I am a scholar of the near by university, I study different cultures across Equus you -- you two are --?" A smirugh and Okapi? No wait... that did not seem right.
  14. Discord was the sort that appeared when you least wanted it, but when you needed it most. He was the unexpected challenge you faced when life had thrown so many bricks you are on the verge of building a wall to keep everypony out. Choices like this often created ripples across time and space. The chaotic spirit could, honestly, care less about the choices made by the denizens of Equus as they had no bearing on his existence, but in the same breathe it did affect them. In some, small way, that did seem to bother him. These tiny, helpless ponies struggling through the tiniest of inconveniences. Well to a spirit who exceeded now, they were quite inconsequential. This one seemed at the edge of her world and it was, in part due, to Discord pushing out his paw. He was perhaps not as gentle with his insinuations due to the way he had been berated. Despite his reformation he was a proud creature remiss of admitting when he was wrong. Straight away. He was aware of the maid’s miserable state. How problematic was it for these ponies to hold Harmony to such esteem that any measure of change, no matter how positive, was a painful walk across a field of coals. The fires it burned beneath hooves and claws was something relieved with hurried steps. The long, purposeful path they took to ease their way to change did more harm. He lay there on the ground, ears pricking forward as she wallowed in her gloom, the nonsensical beast chewing on his mushroom. A walking disaster, some called him. A calamity with every step! And he didn’t even walk! The spirit, unbound by gravity and untouched by the idea of physics others held him to: the draconequus was a bizarre and timeless creature wrapped up in myth, legend and, worst of all: opinionated ponies who felt threatened by being unable to control him When Qing finally took notice of the spirit, her eyes upon him as if he was some ghost: the draconequus pricked his ears up and swiveled the forward to face her as a grin painted itself on his features. Snaggletooth and all the male seemed pleased with himself! That is until she screeched. As the maid began to fumble about Discord took to the air. His magic took hold of the knocked over objects, only to awkwardly tower them into a single structure. Close enough to their original positioning… were one creating found art. Nevertheless it seemed nothing broke in her mind panic. Discord's expression twisted into confusion as the mare regarded his presence with that of some sort of roving tom cat that peeked into windows! “Oh well,” he removed the bowler cap from his head and bowed. “Pardon me.” Discord seemed to warp out of existence. The door separating Qing from the world, a temporary shelter from her anxieties, would sound with a distinct rapping that imitated the tune of Shave and a Haircut. Two bits fell from nothingness on the kirin’s side and slipped into a slot on the back of a piggy bank before the door swung open. In a stylish boater hat and red and white, pinstripe jacket: the draconequus slid in with his forearms extended, a cane waving in his paw. His exaggerated smile faded. The disguise vanished and the spirit would now be lounged back on the airs of his ego. “You are much too high strung darling.” The spirit plucked a ukulele now rest on his stomach playing a familiar chord of notes reminiscent of dancing chopsticks. Odd. Peculiar musical tastes aside. “I can see you're under quite a bit of pressure. The dinner date wasn't so difficult was it? I think it turned out quite well, despite my lack of interference.” It was true! Why all the spirit had done was show up and their very concepts of harmony had crumpled to pieces. He was quite smug about it as it only did to prove the weight of his words he did share with ponies. Their ways were convoluted and only served to make their existence short and boring. What was wrong in sparring a few hours to games and nonsense? “Come now, what has you so bent out of shape?” One could almost jump at the accusation as his words often did to twist reality. There was a warranted fear he may disfigure her for a verbal pun! But, instead, he manifested a pretzel and munched on it leisurely.
  15. Big Mac wiggled his ears as he looked over to Wind Walker. His face scrunched up as he pulled up his forehoof slightly. He didn’t much care for spooks, a superstitious sort of pony what with all manner of issues often cropping up before harvests. He had ways to appease the winds and keep himself from falling to pieces. With how Ponyville seemed to lure the bizarre, though, spooks weren’t much worse than Bugbears. He looked down at Echo and Aspen greeting. It was good the little ones were getting along. Sometimes adults ain’t the most open of sorts with their stubborn assumptions of others, but that was what this trip was for! It helped foster more open minds about different cultures and their ways. It was enough they had reformed chaos spirits and unhinged critters skittering around Equestria. Trips like this helped develop some sense in the young’uns and gave Mac a chance to travel outside of Equestrias borders. He was a learned sort, despite his quiet and unassuming nature. Enjoying books and seeing new places his farm life only carried him so far, seeing as apples were more an Equestrian business, what with Griffons having no use for their fruits and apples doing no good underwater either! Well all that aside the red pony would let out a chuckle and raise his head to Lian, nodding. It was good to know. He would talk to him more on it later. He got the feeling Apple Bloom wouldn’t much appreciate her brother cramping her style. She seemed to be doing quite well acting like an Apple in like. He completely understood, though Lian may be a bit out of her league… Eeyup. Poor thing. First crushes were always rough. “Come on now,” He called to the others, making sure Kaze at least saw him when he spoke, as the munchkins all seemed frightfully distractible. “Keep yer manners.” They had to pay mind to their hosts lest they break some cultural no no. ((sorry about the delay the site never alerted me))