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SirAizen last won the day on February 9 2019

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About SirAizen

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    C-Mark Crusader
  • Birthday 07/23/1999

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    Thompson, OH
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    That would include. . . Watching anime, writing stories or fanfics, character creation, and reading in my spare time. I draw. . . sometimes. . . (don't ask me about it rEEEEEEEE)

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    Candy Cain
  • Character 2
    Cheese Sandwich
  • Character 3
    Hyper Jack

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  1. Candy was in the process of finishing his lollipop when he noted a small stallion nearby, moving a crate across the dock. Well, that meant a couple things. Either they worked on the dock, or they were a sailor. . . Well, better to go and see than sit there not knowing, eh? The pink-maned stallion stood up, before attempting to calmly walk over and start speaking with them. Unfortunately, with the amount of sugar Candy had just consumed (which wasn't all that much, in all honesty), he was soon running once more, skidding to a stop in front of the sea-green fella. "You there!" he shouted a little louder than necessary, taking another step forward. "Would you happen to be a sailor, by any chance? If so, you're in luck! The name's Candy Cane, here to employ you!" He put out a hoof to shake, grinning. "Glad to suddenly make your acquaintance, lad!"
  2. Candy Cane right now: Oh my goooood - maybe I should break my cart more often!
  3. Candy gave Lamp a half-grin, nodding a little. "Nice to meet you, Mister Lamp Light - or Lamp, I suppose!" Lamp Light. . . A nice name. Better than "Candy Cane", in any event - that sounded like some sort of Christmas pony, not a professional confectioner. Lamp Light sounded warm and cozy. . . befitting of someone that worked at an inn. That, and he was rather fetching. . . Well, far more than that. Candy giggled to himself, shaking his head. He still wasn't used to dealing with stallions like that - keeping it casual was the only way he could stay calm. On the inside, Candy was feeling extremely torn up about the destruction of his cart. By itself, he would've been fine - despite having lived in it for a good few years now, he could replace it. Still, he'd been having a pretty bad day, and this just made him feel worse. He didn't want to break down in front of some random stranger, of course - that would just make him look unstable. He blinked rapidly, watching the other stallion pick up his things, before shaking his head a little. "Really, now, I'm fully capable of cleaning up myself," he said, but he didn't directly ask Lamp to stop what he was doing. His own horn glowed a faint pink, and he picked up a few more of his items, but the ones he recovered were fairly worthless at that point. Soaked sugar, smashed apples. . . At least Lamp had saved a few bags of those. How did he do that? Once he had the remaining items worth saving out of the muck, he turned to follow Lamp inside, ducking his head to try and avoid the worst of the rain, failing miserably. Once inside, Candy shook his head and mane a little, getting flecks of water here and there. He didn't seem to notice it, though, that same odd smile still on his face. "Whew! Quite the storm, wouldn't you say? I've never had to travel in such a gale before - well, not without the proper preparations, I mean, ha. What a cozy place! I should, er. . ." Candy glanced outside, seeing the rest of his cart and belongings still soaking away. "I-It's fine, sir. I-I-I can replace it. . . At some point. For now, I just want to. . ." Candy trailed off, turning in a slow circle and taking in his surroundings. It really was cozy and warm. . . It certainly beat him sleeping in a cold cart at night. Was this what it was like having a house? He'd forgotten what it had been like as a colt, living with his parents. "Er - yes, a small suite is fine! I -" The pink-haired stallion paused. "Wait. You own this place? Huh. . . You keep it rather tidy and nice, don't you? Better than how I manage my business, in any event - Or rather, managed." Candy gave a weak laugh. "In any event, I'll take it, thanks - how much do I owe you?" Candy had his own pause, before nodding. "I'd be open to joining that, yes. Er. . . Still, I don't want to drop in on you like this and not offer much in return. . . Perhaps I could assist somewhere?"
  4. Eeeeeeeee~! Eeeeeeee~! He's gorgeous. . . Yes - You'll probably have to go through Candy first, XD
  5. Candy Cane had a problem - well, another problem for his growing list of issues. It had nothing to do with his private life (for once) and everything to do with his job as a traveling confectioner. Candy was. . . Losing his touch, it would seem. He absolutely loved making candy, of course, and still had a thing for putting on shows for kids, of course, but that wasn't the issue. No, Cane was starting to lose his creative touch, it would seem. He grew tired of making the same things for kids and adults - boring pieces of run-of-the-mill candy, or the same old models of Ponyville, Canterlot, or the surrounding towns and cities. Heck, even the dangerous places were getting old, and that was saying something! Candy was lacking a new form of inspiration, and he needed to do something about it. That was why he was currently in Baltimare, looking for someone to assist him with sea travel. The pink-haired stallion didn't have his cart with him currently - he'd left it just outside of the docks. He was wearing a large pack instead, which was filled with books and ingredients. He didn't plan on doing much cooking on this trip, though. . . This was a scenic trip to another part of Equestria. Candy was looking to get some inspiration from faraway lands he'd never been to. Why not hop on a boat that led to who-knows-where and go for it, then? Candy was excited for this. A little too excited, some might say. . . The stallion had scared off most of the sailors up till now. He harassed them with requests to take him for trips to anywhere, going on and on about the amazing things he imagined he'd see. It didn't help that he was talking too fast for most of them to understand what he was saying, either. Right now, Candy was just sitting under the shade of one of the larger vessels, waiting for someone that looked remotely like a sailor to pass him by. "Oh, dear," the stallion murmured, eyes on the ground. "I think I've run out of energy to search. . . Welp." Cane reached into his pack, pulling out a large a large, green-swirled lollipop and took a large bite out of it. He glanced up and down the dock, checking to see if anybody was approaching. Someone would be along any moment now. . . He just knew it. When that happened, he'd pounce. . . No, wait. He'd approach them in a civil manner. "Yes - that sounds better," he murmured aloud, before taking another bite.
  6. Candy raised a hoof to his face, getting the wet bangs out of his eyes as he focused on the voice he'd heard. A stallion seemed to have come from the inn he'd seen, but he couldn't be too sure. In any event, he was glad they were here. "Oh, crumble crumpets," he said aloud, whipping his head around to get some of the water out of his hair, but to no avail. He put on a cheery smile, despite the miserable condition he was in. He still needed to appear that way for others, right? "Oh, er - there's no need for assistance, lad! I'm just -" Cane tugged at the cart a little. It seemed to have become stuck now. . . "Ergh. . . It's a mere obstacle is all. I've been through worse, trust me! It's just a little mud. How are you doing this fine day? Good, I'd hope?" Some fine day it was. . . Candy continued to tug at his cart, but it seemed to have just about taken enough punishment for the day. The wheels and axles squealed in protest, and the chassis shuddered. The pink-haired stallion's expression grew a bit tense, but he didn't seem to be too concerned for the cart's well-being. It had taken this before, had it not? "The name's Candy, by the way! Candy Cane, architectural confectioner! Or. . . Candy Cane, the Magnificent! Maybe. . . Er. . ." Candy shook his head. "Titles don't matter. . . Who might you be, lad? Do you work here? What a relief - I might be needing housing for the night. . . Long enough for me to get a meal, rest, and time for my poor wagon to rest. It's been through too much recently - still, it'll be right as rain after a day or so! Once I let it dr -" Cane didn't have time to finish. With one last shudder, Candy's cart collapsed in on itself. The wheels fell away first, followed by the collapsing tarp and the crashing of all the boxes and bins inside. It was too wet for dust - all that was left was a pile of old wood, and smashed supplies. If Lamp Light glanced back at Candy, he'd see that the other stallion had a curiously blank expression. After a moment or two, he noticed that Lamp was still there, and put on a smile to hide his true feelings. "A-Ah, I see. . . N-N-Not to worry! I suppose I should have seen that coming, h-hehe. . . There goes my things." He paused. "All my things. . . Okay." Candy took a breath, before turning to the inn owner. "Y-Yes, I'll be needing a room, it would seem. . . M-My apologies with the mess, sir."
  7. It had been a rather long day for Candy Cane - one of the longest he'd had in a very long time. Now, that wasn't necessarily bad, since Candy was used to having days where everything went wrong, but it certainly got old having to get through it on his own all the time. Where did he start. . ? Well, things had started out simply enough that day. The stallion had taken refuge under a few trees the previous night, getting his cart all set up and falling asleep while he read up on the different types of pastries one could make with apples. The apples he'd picked up last Fall had been more than enough to make dozens upon dozens of pies, but that hadn't been enough for Cane. He wanted to do more - create things that everyone liked. Needless to say, he'd woken up groggy and irritable, as he hadn't gotten enough sleep. It had rained that night as well, and a small hole in the tarp covering the cart had let in a stream of water, which had ruined the powdered sugar supply he kept on the cart floor. That had been bad, but Cane had been determined to power through it. It was only the beginning of the day. What else could've gone wrong? A lot, apparently. Well, Candy had started out fine, simply walking down a nearby path as he tried to find a place where he could pick up raw sugar. Along the way, he'd come across a rather steep incline, which had resulted in a good amount of his apples becoming unsecured and rolling out of the back. Candy had spent a few hours picking them up and cleaning them in a nearby stream - only to have a basket of them get swept away when the current increased. The rain had made the stream rough. . . Well, Candy had maintained a smile anyway. It was just a few silly apples. He could handle that! Things only got worse as the day went on. It continued to rain once more during the afternoon, leading to Candy having to spend several hour in his cart while he waited for the storm to pass. It became obvious that it was only worsening as the hour ticked by, though, so he'd gritted his teeth and decided to try and make it to town, despite the worsening storm. It was cold and miserable, but he wasn't going to sit there complaining. This was to be expected, wasn't it? The trail had gotten all muddy as well, slowing him to a crawl too. . . Well, maybe that was something he could get upset about. As of now, he was currently coming up on town - was it Ponyville again, or some other place? Candy didn't know - and didn't quite care, either. He just needed to find a place to stay. . . The confectioner looked like a mess: his coat was soaked, and his pink hair drooped, his bangs covering his eyes a bit. Mud clung to his lower half as well, and his steps were rather slow, despite the ground evening out. The cart, on the other hand. . . Wasn't looking too good. The wheels wobbled a little, and the tarp itself had partially collapsed. Candy scowled, giving it a firm tug. "Come on, you lousy. . ." he murmured, glancing back at it. Oh, all of his books were probably suffering. . . Candy turned back towards the path in front of him, powering on. Eventually he got within the town's borders, sighing in relief. Now, all he had to do was find a. . . "Inn!" he exclaimed, spotting a building in the distance. The candy pony continued on, not paying much attention to his cart, which was looking like it would collapse at any moment. . . Candy hoped he had the bits to be able to pay for a night or two inside. That, and some food. Candy was starving, and could go for something hot to eat!
  8. (Oh - forgot to post this. Candy has a specific design under the shirt too!)
  9. Well, dang - Blank Canvas is lookin' fly! (Yeah, I used slang. Don't mind me, haw.)
  10. Oh - I think it'd be cool to get something done for Candy Cain, if this was still open! I know he already has a pic. . . But not from you!
  11. What in the name of Mike - Okay, Canterlot's notifications aren't working, my apologies, folks. I don't regularly check these unless I get notified. . . I need to do it more often. I think that Lamp Light could be an awesome acquaintance for Candy (and perhaps more, if things end up going that way)! Candy would have a reason for showing up at the inn as well, so it works out great! Yep, Cain is more then a little cool with them, as a matter of fact, ha. I wouldn't mind having a little one-off non-canon encounter with the lad! Perhaps they could be friends in a canon encounter, but if you prefer the non-canon romantic route, I'd be down for it ☺️ I'll be sure to check your log out! I haven't seen many characters of yours, since I haven't been online much recently, but I've seen a few of them in threads both you and I have participated in! Okay, uh. . . just so that I'm not flooding this, I'll be putting out PMs to ya'll individually. Look forward to hearin' from ya soon! I think I'll be able to generate plot ideas based off of your characters, ha.
  12. (Just bumping this thread - I sorta want to do something with Candy again, just not sure what. Go on and post/PM me if you're interested!)
  13. "Yes ma'am!" Cheese also had a pause on the idea of adding those assorted chunks into the cupcakes, but let it slide. Those would be good, but he needed something bolder. Something that would surely reveal itself later on, when they were done with the cupcakes and couldn't add said ingredients. That was how all good ideas worked, sadly. . . you only got them once they were irrelevant. Once, Cheese had gotten the idea to have s'mores at a camping party. That would stick with him for the rest of his life, a stain on his career. . . Cheese shook his head. Enough of the weepy stuff - he had cupcakes to make, and Pinkie was waiting! The stallion nodded at Pinkie's suggestion, glad to be free of the awkward phase of their talk. "Sure thing! I'm pretty eager to put my hooves to good use, honestly - baking all day sounds like a good way to do that!" Maybe he was pushing it a little. . . Pinkie would eventually want to know more about his problem, and Cheese would have to answer. It had already been a problem back when his pride was getting in the way. Now, he was letting other, more foreign feelings get in the way of simple speech. This would be a doozy to work out for sure. . . He could do it, though. If there was one thing Cheese sandwich was known for, it was solving problems. . . usually problems he'd caused! Cheese quickly took two trays of the cupcake himself, balancing the two on his back. Some might've been worried that he'd drop them, but Cheese was pretty good at faking things like imbalance. He let the tray wobble precariously for a few moments, before righting them and easily making his way over to the oven. He laughed a little, sliding both into the oven and closing the door. "Same here! That sounds nice and simple - a good change from the craziness I've had up to recently. After these batches, I'd certainly be down to make 'em!" Cheese sounded a lot more sure of himself now that the focus wasn't on him. He could let his worries slide to the very back of his mind once more. . . hopefully nothing crazy happened while the cupcakes cooked. Then again, who didn't like a little crazy? "Oh - I know what! I'll get started on the caramel, and you slice the apples. Once the jalapeno cupcakes are done, we can put those in two. Sound like a plan?"
  14. "Gotcha!" Cheese grinned from ear to ear, pouring the diced jalapenos into a nearby bowl for later use. He wasn't sure if he'd be keeping them diced or shredding them. . . no. He'd definitely shred these - chunky cupcakes sounded like possibly the most disgusting thing ever. Just the thought of it made Cheese look a little green. He scrounged around for a blender underneath the counter, glancing back at Pinkie for a moment. "Ooh, more cupcakes? Sounds good to me!" Eventually Cheese resurfaced with a large blender, before snagging one of the cupcakes and taking a large bite, which left a mustache of frosting on his face. The look might've been funny, but Cheese's slight worry somewhat countered that as he asked Pinkie for assistance later on. Luckily, she didn't press. . . he mentally face-palmed. She probably wouldn't have said yes - or worse, she would've asked why he needed help. This was his forte, wasn't it? He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he almost didn't notice Pinkie's sudden embarrassment over. . . something? Well, she was blushing. . . perhaps she'd been having similar thoughts or something like that? No, no. . . why would she need his help with something? That was just crazy-talk. He still felt as if he should check on her, though. "Uh, you okay? You've never made that face before. . . did ya take a bite of the jalapenos? Trust me, they're fresh - no need for you to burn your face up over them, ha." It turned out that she was worried over Gummy - which was sort of pointless, as the gator had been sitting motionless for quite some time by then. Perhaps pinkie had forgotten? Well, it didn't matter. He needed to get these cupcakes going, stat. "Well, now - I think I've got it. You want me to get these jalapenos blended up with the cupcake batter? I figured that it'd be better than chunky cupcakes. . . ugh." Cheese made a face, holding Boneless Two up as if he were doing the same. The rubber chicken merely flopped over slightly. Cheese made as if to pour the contents of the bowl into the blender, though he watched Pinkie's face, waiting for a response. He was caught off-guard by her sudden take at being more social, though. It was just a casual question, but he had to think about it for a second before answering. "Um. . . Fine?" Okay, that was really weird. Cheese usually had more to say than that. Why was casual talk the thing that made his jokes screech to a halt? He tried at a funny line, just so that he didn't seem awkward. "Er, as fine as I can be with this giant bowl of peppers. I swear, they're burning out my eyes. . ." It was true: the curly-haired stallion's eyes were tearing up slightly from being so close to the diced peppers. It was better than onions, though. "Y'know, the last time this happened, it was at a restaurant that specialized in spicy things. I was so tired after everything that I fell face-first into a bowl of chili. Now that hurt!" Cheese laughed for a little bit, even though it wasn't all that funny. After awhile, the laughter died down, and he found himself in that awkward phase once more. He bit his lip, trying to think of something else to say. Anything else. "U-Uh - what's up with you?" He hoped that was enough to keep things casual - well, as casual as things could be between two party ponies, one of which was holding a giant bowl of japalenos.
  15. Candy had been a little more focused on the apple basket than Applejack's response, so he worried that he might've failed to exchange a farewell with her. No - he had forgotten to do so. He'd just been too insistent on apologizing to do it earlier. He turned to shout out a farewell just as the mare called out to her brother to aid him with the bushels. He, well. . . it was safe to say that he didn't say anything one could really make out for the first few seconds. Still, he got a handle on his nerves - barely. He resigned himself to simply accepting the assistance, though not without a small, "Hullo," to the other stallion. It was safe to say that the embarrassment phase was over for Candy. . . he'd gotten his apples, and he was on his way out. Oh, dear. He certainly hoped that he was back to his usual social self if Applejack or anyone else showed up to his place. Otherwise, he'd be better off just quitting. No one liked watching a timid stallion making candy art. Well, maybe some people. . . but certainly not the majority. Candy laughed a little at the thought of messing up again sometime in the future, and resolved to deal with the issue later on. For now, though, he needed to head out of town, and get working on those candy apples. Once he'd arrived at the cart and all the apples had been safely placed inside, Candy gave an uncharacteristically short thank you to Big Mac. Maybe that was just him being too nervous to say too much - though the red stallion hadn't seemed like one to talk much, so it didn't seem like it was necessary to say more than thank you. He hooked himself up to the front of the cart, and was once more on his way - somewhere. This time, he'd probably end up setting up camp somewhere just outside of Ponyville, just since he already felt tired. He could start working on the apples anywhere, so it was fine. Work would hopefully keep his mind off of other things until he was done. . . "Oh dear - three hundred-and seventy-five apples. That will be quite the task," he murmured to himself. Hopefully he could maintain the energy required to keep at it this time - otherwise, he might end up having to eat some of the apples to stay with it! *EXIT*
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