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  1. SirAizen

    A night out [Closed] SirAizen

    Once again, Night Breeze had shown her capacity for kindness. Cain was absolutely certain that she'd recoil at the thought of him invading those interests so personally - but she hadn't done that at all. Instead, she had calmed him down, both with words, and a bit of magic. She had used a spell on him, one that made him truly feel as if everything was going to be alright. Cain still felt the need to apologize, but he felt so relaxed and happy, that those thoughts were far in the back of his mind for the time being. The pink haired stallion gave a small sigh of relief, shoulders slumping. Everything would be fine. She had even liked the candy. Even after the spell left him, he still felt a bit of it lingering around him, or at least its effects. He sat there for awhile, looking at nothing in particular, until Night Breeze brought up her idea for his candy. It had him thinking for a bit. "Well, it is possible. . . I'm just not entirely sure how it could work for others." He paused, tail flicking nervously. "I've never done that before. Pulling it off again, intentionally. . . I'mma need to practice some, heh. . ." All Cain needed to do was recreate his thoughts and feeling during the construction of his gift. He hoped it could work, for Night's sake. Cain quickly shook his head at the end of the offer, though. "No, no, if I do end up working with you, it's free. Working with a. . . working with someone that you enjoy the company of is enough for me, ma'am." Cain hoped he hadn't said too much. Already, he liked this mare. To what extent, though, he wasn't sure. He'd just have to wait and see how things went. After a moment, Cain went over and sat next to Night Breeze, slowly sinking down to the earth to lie down. As confident as Cain acted, the bits of magic he did were a lot more taxing than he let on. Maybe it wasn't like that for others, but it was for him, animating his little trinkets and creations. He'd have to practice that sometime, maybe study a bit. . . He smiled. It might take awhile, but it would be worth it in the end. He gazed up at the stars, blinking, dreaming of how things might be in the future. "This is nice," He murmured absently.
  2. SirAizen

    A night out [Closed] SirAizen

    Cain exhaled as he presented Night Breeze with the candy. She hadn't rejected it. That was good. He would have been crushed if she had. Wait, no he wouldn't. He regularly got upset when someone just didn't like accepting gifts, but it felt like it would have been so much worse coming from Miss Breeze. Why? Cain was still trying to answer that question while he responded to her. He gave a small smirk, bringing out some of his showman's attitude. "Well, Madam Breeze, I don't mean to brag, but, ah. . . sweet things are my specialty." He gave her a small wink and chuckled. He was a bit more relaxed now, that was good - Only now, he was decidedly not to be relaxed as Night Breeze gave him a quick hug. All Night could hear from her position was a quick intake of breath, but Cain didn't try and pull away. When Night pulled away, she would be able to see his face, which was both embarrassed and pleased at the same time. He cleared his throat, and waved his left hoof in the air for a couple seconds, gesturing to nothing. Finally, Showman Cain found his voice. "I-In all seriousness, though. . . you're welcome." He looked towards the sky. Looking into those perfect aquamarine irises, Cain feared he might do something a tad bit embarrassing if he maintained eye contact for too long. Namely, fainting, if she hugged him again. He felt a bit lightheaded. He hadn't received this type of kindness from anyone else ever before. He hoped that he could get used to it. Eventually, he glanced back at the mare at her request for him to join her in stargazing. Of course, Cain accepted. "That sound's great, ma'am. It could give me a couple ideas for a new work, or maybe even just a drawing. . . but. . ." He glanced back at her again, before hastily looking back to the stars. "Just watching 'em sounds nice." As for the candy. . . it was probably unlike any candy Night Breeze had eaten before. Somehow, Cain had managed to incorporate Night Breeze's favorite things into the tiny thing. It was just flavors, but. . . it was almost like Night was experiencing it all at once. The mare could feel the warm sensation of flames crackling in the hearth, and could just make out the scent of fresh water, quickly rushing by. Echoes of laughter and cheery voices swirled around them, and into the sky, fading away. At that moment, the wind around the two seemed to pick up slightly, enveloping them in a light, cool gust, before disappearing into the night, gone. If Night Breeze looked back at Cain, she could see that he had felt it all as well. Perhaps it had been some sort of magic radius that eating the candy had caused? Who knew? Cain's face was one of surprise. He looked into the sky, before rubbing his eyes. He looked even more tired. "I. . . wow." He murmured, wiping away at his eyes again. "I. . . understand now. You. . ." Cain's face went from surprise to shock in an instant. He backed away and shrank down, cowering in fear. "I-I didn't mean to intrude, I swear! I just forgot to move away before you ate it, and. . . I'm s-sorry. . ." Cain seemed to take personal feelings very seriously. Was he really that worked up about experiencing those things with her?
  3. SirAizen

    A night out [Closed] SirAizen

    Well, now Cain was hooked. He was interested to go and experience this "spa". He still wasn't sure how just sitting down somewhere would suddenly make him feel "relaxed", but it was worth a shot. Cain's parents didn't believe in taking a day off for something as trivial as relaxation. Even during vacations and getaways, the family was always working on something, even if it was just something to pass the time. This would certainly be a new one for him. "Well, now I know who to call." Cain listened to Night Breeze list off her favorite things, thinking to himself. They. . . they could work. Rather splendidly, if Cain said so himself. "You have good taste, Miss Breeze. . ." Cain's brow furrowed as he worked on her gift. "I know just the thing that can give it all to you at once." It would be a bit difficult, but Cain didn't doubt that he could pull it off. It was, after all, a gift. He gave it his all when it came to gifts. Now, how to present it. . . he was sort of stuck on that. A model? Or just candy? That was the question. Cain was motionless as he worked. The jars and bags of sweets floated around his head, enveloped in a faint pink energy, as he muttered quietly to himself. After a few minutes, the sweet smells of delectable confections were swimming in the air. Cain still blocked off what he was making, but it sure smelled good. Finally, he exhaled, and sat down, staring at whatever it was he had been working on. He tilted his head from side to side, examining the thing. Would she like it? He wasn't sure. His expression was almost blank. He inhaled, and turned, the object as elusive as ever. He was hiding it behind his head, levitating it with his magic. He took another breath. "I have worked the best that I can on it at this hour. I know I could have waited, but I wanted to present you with something as soon as possible. I do hope that you enjoy it, whether it be the taste, or. . ." Cain didn't finish. What he brought out was an odd little thing. Cain's usual profession was with models or other living art. He didn't usually revert to just making straight candy. It confused him. But he had put everything into this one bit, so he hoped it was worth it. The end result was a small, spherical piece of candy, about the size of a gumball. One couldn't mistake this for a gumball, however. It was coated in a dull silver, which glowed faintly in the dark. Not a gleam, and certainly not like the glowing toys you could purchase for cheap somewhere - it was magical. If one looked closer, there were little wisps of art on the surface, not easily identified. What were they. . .? They seemed to shift in the dim light. What could not be mistaken for anything else, though, was the crescent moon that flickered across the silver shell. Cain stared at it, his face still blank. "I do believe," He began carefully. "That you eat this particular piece of work. It isn't just for show."
  4. SirAizen

    A night out [Closed] SirAizen

    Cain was relieved that Night Breeze was talking all of this fine. Perhaps she was just able to put up with blundering fools like him . .. or perhaps, maybe Cain wasn't being as foolish as he thought? He kept this in mind as he shuffled on his hooves. It was still all his stuff; he felt momentarily guilty about not doing more to refuse her offer. Still, if it made her happy. . . Cain exhaled. At least that was off his chest. His spirits raised even further when he realized that he'd have complete creativity in his work. His green eyes twinkled with excitement. "Oh, thank you, ma'am. You won't regret this, I promise. I'm real good at gifts." The stallion walked back to his cart, smiling to himself. Complete creativity. . . he'd keep in mind that this was for her, not just any pony. He thought hard about what she might like. What colors.. . she said it herself, she liked being out during nights like these. Perhaps he could incorporate that into his work. He hummed to himself while he worked, his tail swaying as he picked out ingredients. Night Breeze couldn't see anything, but eventually Cain made a little "Aha", before picking out a few miscellaneous jars and baggies. He made sure to block off Breeze's view so that she wouldn't see what he was making. His ears perked up at the mention of a spa. "Oh, you work at a spa? That's neat. . . I've never been to one of those before. Heard enough, though. Heard it's real nice." He paused. "I'll make sure I ask for you first, alright. A tiny bit of relaxation time couldn't hurt, I guess. . ." Cain blushed harder. He felt embarrassed, as if he were speaking to one of his fans instead of Night Breeze, admitting that he couldn't always be there to entertain them. He felt like he was letting them down every hour he wasn't there for fillies and parents alike. He just hoped that Miss Breeze would see past that. Cain continued on with his work. In the silence that followed, Cain decided to fill it with a few questions. "E-Er. . . hope you don't mind me asking, but. . . what are your favorite things?" Well. . . he hoped it wasn't too odd of a question. He was curious; it would help him finish her gift. . . and he'd get to know a bit about her as well. "What do you enjoy doing the most? Pardon me for asking, y'don't have to answer. . ."
  5. SirAizen

    A night out [Closed] SirAizen

    Cain was a complete and utter mess right now. Still, he did feel a bit better when Night Breeze decided to help him clean up instead of laugh. Still, though, this was his mess. It was his responsibility, not hers. He began to formulate an apology, and a refusal. He glanced up. "Really, ma'am, I don't want to. . ." He faltered slightly. He was distracted by the vivid aquamarine of her eyes and the highlights in her mane, which almost seemed to glow in the night sky. The lights from Canterlot dimmed it a bit, but it was there. He was at a loss of words for a moment. It was random, but a unique moment that Cain couldn't shake off. Soon Cain realized he was staring, and glanced back at the ground, his face reddening. "R-Really, it's my mess. . ." He knew that she couldn't be stopped, though; some ponies were just like that. They couldn't bear to see the misfortunes of others. Still, there was a difference between seeing it and doing something about it. At least this mare did the latter. She was polite and kind as well. It was a strange comparison, but Cain felt a strange feeling in his chest, the same one he'd felt years before, back home, leaving Canterlot the first time. . . he didn't know what it was. "Th-Thanks. . . thank you, ma'am." Cain murmured, his gaze flickering up for a moment. He shook his mane, flipping up few stray hairs that had come undone from his bangs. He thought for a moment. "I gotta make it up to you somehow. . . you remember how I said I did candy? I could do something for you, anything." Anything? Cain felt that he was pushing it there. He rarely ever did just anything for someone he'd just met. It was. . . taxing, big projects. He still felt that it was necessary, though. With a flick of his horn, Cain brought out a few jars of sugar, bags of candy, fruit containers, and other various supplies. He counted them for a moment, before turning back to Night Breeze. "Consider it a gift, a token of my appreciation. What wouldya like? I do lots of things. . . but I'd be more than happy to give you a few examples. It's real nice." Cain smiled at the thought of having absolute freedom in art once more. "Then I can take a request. . .?"
  6. SirAizen

    A night out [Closed] SirAizen

    Cain sighed in relief. At least he wouldn't be forced to back off the hill in shame now. That would've been embarrassing. He took a short breath and gave a small smile, trying to be more polite. "Nice to meet you as well, Miss Breeze. . . Oh, you live in Canterlot? That's cool. I used to live there, but. . . eh." Cain shook his head, eyes closed. Apparently he didn't want to get into it. He looked up again. "I'm not here to tell you my life story." He gasped in surprise as Night Breeze explained what she was doing. It had been similar to what he had been planning to do before. "Stargazing, eh? It appears that we have something in common, Miss Breeze. An appreciation of nature." Cain looked up into the sky, smirking. "Maybe not for the same reasons. I, uh, roam." Cain paused. "As in, I'm a one-pony show. It's taxing, but I like it. As a side effect, though, I don't usually stay in a house, hence the cart." Cain gestured to the thing. One could see that it was covered, and large enough to fit one or two ponies inside. "Oh," Cain appeared to remember something. "No, I'm not homeless. People keep sayin' that when they see me walkin' around. It's just a joke now, ha. . ." Cain stopped for a moment, thinking about something. After a moment, he gave Night Breeze a quick, nervous smile. "No, no, that isn't necessary. It's impolite to have another work when I can just do it. . . myself." Cain seemed to be having technical difficulties, trying to level the cart on the hill so that the stuff inside wouldn't come tumbling out. The wheat-colored pony grit his teeth for a moment, muttering to himself irritably. After a moment, he glanced back at Night Breeze, looking embarrassed. "O-Oh, I'm also a confectioner, y'know. Yeah, we have a lot of those 'round these parts, but I put my own little twist on it. I. . .could show you, but. . . gimme a moment." Cain frowned, then yelped as the cart pitched forwards, spilling out most of its contents on the ground. This included a stool, a couple jars of sugar, some stray sweets and a few apples. Cain's face reddened. From the pile of candy, a small lollipop slowly rose up, and floated over to Night Breeze, and froze there. Cain laughed nervously. "Erm. . . candy?"
  7. SirAizen

    A night out [Closed] SirAizen

    Candy Cain examined the new pony as he tried to organize his thoughts into rational speech once more. He had expected to be alone up here. Another pony on the hill would complicate things if he stayed, most likely. From the looks of it, they probably didn't know who he was, either. Instead of going for his usual showman's attitude, Cain tried to sound casual, something not easy to pull off when lugging around a large cart of candy supplies. "Erm, hey. You're not in my way, I was just, ah, about to set up for the night. Here." Now that Cain thought about it, it seemed more like he was some homeless pony, rather than a traveling confectioner. He probably could have worded that better. He cleared his throat, feeling his face heat up somewhat. "Well. . . I guess I have come to join you then, haven't I? I mean, technically speaking. . ." Cain continued to murmur quietly, trying and failing to remain completely calm. He set up his cart around fifteen feet away from where Night Breeze was sitting. It was just to be safe; he feared that she'd take it the wrong way if he set up too close. He wasn't here to intrude on her privacy. "Ah, don't mind me, I'm not here to bother. . ." He paused. "I forgot my manners. Name's Cain. Candy Cain." Even his name sounded stupid when he said it out loud now. Why was he being so awkward? He swallowed. Out of nervous habit, Cain summoned a pink-swirled candy cane from his trove of sweets, and began to nibble it, not directly meeting the mare's eyes. "U-Um, ify'don't mind me asking. . . what were you doin' up here, anyway. . .? You don't have to answer. I was just. . . Curious." She, at least, didn't seem to be uncomfortable around him, even with his awkwardness. Cain just hoped things remained that was for the remainder of the time he was up here. If there was one thing a showman hated, it was making a fool of themselves. Cain certainly didn't feel like the normal stallion everybody knew right then. It was a weird feeling. He'd never had it before, so why now? For now, he was just confused. He hoped that it didn't show much. It was a pleasant night outside, really. The lear sky and cool air helped to settle his frayed nerves a bit, but not much. Cain continued to set up the cart as he awaited an answer, locking the wheels into place so that the cart didn't roll away in his sleep. Yes, that had happened before. Once. Never again. Cain was determined to forget that little mishap once and for all.
  8. SirAizen

    A night out [Closed] SirAizen

    Ah, Canterlot at night. Candy Cain inhaled the cool night air as he strolled along the outskirts of Canterlot, singing a song quietly to himself. Unlike the night, the tune was warm and bright. Cain still felt that it fit, though. It wasn't like any music critics were out here fussing at him, anyway. For now, he had the night to himself. A few hours earlier, he had just finished up with a show in Canterlot - and a job well done, he thought. Though he didn't usually stay long, Canterlot was one of his favorite places to visit every now and then. The colors, and the grandness of the city and its inhabitants were certainly a good inspiration for his works. Recently, he had decided to go for more of a monochrome to his candy architecture. It wasn't his usual style, with its wild colors and shapes, but it didn't hurt to try something different every now and then. Still, though, he felt like that kind of art was a tad. . . boring. Working with one color was too easy, too simple for him to feel satisfied with. If he thought of it that way, then wouldn't everyone else? They'd think that he was losing his touch. No, he'd stay true to his way of art. It wasn't that he was scared of change, no. . . more like. . . he was scared of other people's opinions of the end result. They had been enjoying his works for a long time now. Nothing would change any time soon, it seemed. And why would it? Cain had never done anything to bore or annoy them before. He lived to make others happy. If they weren't pleased, they would've shown it by now. At least, he thought so. . . Cain didn't spend much time around other ponies, save his shows. It wasn't that he didn't like people, just. . . busy, busy, busy. . . he felt that he didn't have time for that. Certainly no time to stop and have a lengthy, "Hello". It saddened him, but it was necessary. At least, he thought it was necessary. Cain was now in the lower parts of Canterlot, walking along a dirt path which led out to the rest of Equestria. Cain paused in the middle of his song to yawn, stopping and stretching. He'd have to get some shuteye sooner or later. It was a good thing he carried around his cart. Otherwise, he'd be sleeping under a tree for the night. Speaking of which. . . Cain turned, looking back towards his candy-making supplies. The jars of sugar and dyes rattled, signifying emptiness, and the bags of fruit he carried lay almost flat on the cart floor. He was running low on stuff. He couldn't wander too far away from civilization for long without it. Cain sighed in weariness and annoyance. Why hadn't he checked it before? That was sloppy of him. That was how his dad worked, not him, forgetting things. . . Cain glanced up. Ahead, he could see a small hill with a tree, overlooking part of the city. That was a good place to crash for the night. He'd set up his cart when he got up there. With a grunt of effort, he hiked up the hill, the cart rattling a bit from the strain. He let out a sigh of relief as he got to a level position, leaning against the side of the carriage and glancing around. In his exhaustion, he almost didn't see the mare nearby, lying under the tree. To be completely honest, she spooked him. Cain lost his cool for a moment, letting out an undignified squeak and going stiff. These darn crickets were so distracting sometimes. . . how had he not noticed? He had to say something so that he didn't seem like some sort of creep, coming up here and being silent. He had formed a sentence in his mind, but all that came out was a cracked, "U-Um. . ."
  9. Hello there! Yes, I haven't been on here for a while - the holiday. . . cheer. . . has got me all held up this time of year. Now, though, I'm back, and free to RP! I have a character that I have only used in one thread, Candy Cain. I'd love to use him some more - I just need to find something to use him in! Interested? Just let me know, I'm (almost) always available! As for what I'd like to RP, I'm ready for anything! Right now, I just want to give Cain a bit of development - he hasn't done much beyond Nightmare Night. It'll be nice to do anything after so long, really, ha. Candy Cain opens himself up to nearly everyone, so don't be afraid! Just expect him to create something sweet in your honor. He can be a bit loud or talkative, but come on. He's a candy guy! I had a few specific ideas for plots with Candy Cain: A New Acquaintance - Cain is constantly wandering throughout Equestria, pulling his candy cart the entire way. Common places for him to be, though, are Canterlot, Ponyville, or somewhere in between. It'd be so easy for him to run into someone that makes a lasting impression on him, with all of his traveling. Showbiz - Cain was a born showman. Along with his talent to manipulate candy, he's the perfect form of entertainment to those who enjoy sweets, colors, and talent. Anyone who has similar interests would likely attract Cain's attention. Perhaps a collaboration is in order? Lost? - The downfall of being all over Equestria is that Cain is susceptible to getting lost. . . somewhere. It won't get Cain down, though - he'll just keep trekking until he finds a way to his destination. Or. . . he'll just end up worse off than he started. I mean. . . All that candy, if it just disappeared, that would just be tragic. . . Oh, also Cain. That would be bad. Perhaps he could receive a bit of assistance. . .? Unexpected Romance! - Candy Cain's family has a long history of finding that one special pony at the most random of times. As a showman, Cain himself meets tons of people on the road. He never really considered getting to know on a level higher than 'friend'. No one's really done it for him. . . yet. It isn't as if he's searching. . . but it isn't impossible, either. (Privately, though, Cain just doesn't want to make a fool of himself - which usually happens in such situations). Anyhow, these are just a few ideas I had! If you have any, just shoot me a PM, I'm (usually) listening! (God. . . is . . it really 3:35. . .. . AM? I. . . I should be going. I'll see ya'll later!)
  10. SirAizen

    Searching For A Partner!

    Alrighty then! I'm a tad busy atm, but when I'm done with my work, I'll go into more detail about the RP! Sound good to you?
  11. SirAizen

    Searching For A Partner!

    I like the idea as well! As for how they meet up, I'm sort of leaning towards him running into her in Canterlot. I'd have him be lost, but I'd have to find a realistic reason as to how he got so lost, especially if it was a place where Breeze would never be. Perhaps, he could be running a show in Canterlot (or setting up for one, perhaps?) He could have either just finished, or he could be searching for extra supplies for his magic. Really, almost anything works. Or we could just go simple and do your idea. Whatever you think you'd enjoy more, I say! (Edit: Well, actually, I could do your idea instead; just to keep things simple enough to follow. I'd enjoy that. The night is his inspiration for many things. There's no harm in being out and about at that hour, right?)
  12. SirAizen

    Searching For A Partner!

    Why, I'd love to dp a RP with your OC! (Hello, by the way, haha). Night Breeze looks like an interesting character to me. I'd like to try an RP out with Cain and her, for sure! (Sorry for the late response - I had some work to do, and saw it earlier but couldn't respond!) I'm also open to hear if you had any plot ideas too, if you'd like. What did you have in mind for her?
  13. (Now I want to make an Ekko - OC. . .)

  14. Ah, the numerous quotes of gaming. . .

    "Doubt me. I like that."
    - Ekko, The Boy Who Shattered Time

  15. Oh, now everybody was up and going. It made Cain feel good that people still did this kind of thing en masse. Back home, Candy Cain was more used to things such as Nightmare Night parties, or other things. Usually smaller things. That wasn't really Cain's thing. He preferred action, maybe some color. He wanted some pop, and bang tonight in his works. Cain gave Discord a small smile at the mention of the marshmallow pops. "Well, you gave me a pretty accurate picture of what those are. 'Fraid to say that I'm not an 'exotic-treat expert' yet. Or, at least, I don't make things from. . . other places. I'll do what I can with it." Cain tilted his head upwards slightly. "An insanely sugary treat, my friend, but you're talkin' to Candy Cain here. What can't this pony do, eh?" Cain was confident he could come up with something this creature could enjoy, even if he'd never tried something like it before. "Marmalade. . . where did I put the. . ." Cain took one step into his cart. Oh, there it was, bottom shelf. He levitated the jar, a bag of marshmallows in the corner, and other various decorative ingredients out of the cart. He began construction on the cake pop, but turned back at the young Wind Walker's proposition. Make something to give to other candy-givers, huh. . .? Cain's face remained blank for a moment as he considered the idea. Finally, it cracked into a grin. "Why, that's not a bad idea after all, kiddo. Didn't catch your name by the way, sorry. I'll do what I can 'bout that. . ." While he considered what kind of treat he'd give the filly to give to others, he listened to what Spike had to say. What was this that Discord had told them? Cain raised an eyebrow. "Sounds interesting. Maybe Mister Discord here can fill in Mister Cain on that later, huh. . .?" It was a test, really. He wanted to see what Discord had in store for them, possibly. If not, Cain was fine with that. The cake pop was just about done for Discord. Cain sighed, lowering it for Discord to snatch out of the sky. It was slightly larger than the normal size, with plenty of marshmallow covering and orange/black sprinkles scattered about. Of course, if one bit into it, the filling could be tasted as well. "Well, it ain't art, but I did my best for taste. Here ya go!" As for Valen, Cain grinned. Someone there that really liked art. They'd come back later, apparently. Cain nodded. "I'll be here waiting for ya!" Cain paused, turning to Wind Walker. "Oh, and here, kiddo." Small bags of treats (sort of like a party favor bag of candy) floated into one larger gift bag, then slid towards the filly. "Your gifts, by yours truly." Jeez, there were a lot of ponies out. Cain hoped he could keep up. He stepped into his covered cart, and picked out a pink-striped candy cane for himself. He was about to enjoy it, when another voice called out from the neighboring home. Cain leaned backwards out of the cart, candy cane in his teeth, trying to spot them. It was mare at the house, one wearing a costume similar to the young dragon's. Unlike them, though, the mare had the body for it. Cain found himself staring, and shook his head. "Oof." Gotta stay focused. Maybe he'd introduce himself to her and the others giving candy when the little ones stopped pouring in. He took the candy can out of his mouth and waved. "Hey there, neighbor! Name's Candy Cain! I do candy stuff!" Well. . . maybe he wouldn't go over. Cain had. . . issues with conversing with mares, one-on-one. Maybe he could enjoy a conversation with them from where he was, around thirty feet away? (I'm sorry if I missed anyone with the post. . . just ping me on Discord if Cain skipped your response to him!)
  16. Candy Cain hadn't expected anyone to show up until later in the night, maybe after a little trick-or-treating around the neighborhood. He hadn't expected them to. . . appear at his cart. And with a magic door, of all things! Cain needed to learn that kind of magic. Maybe he could be a magician or something? Anyway, Cain was caught almost completely unprepared by the visitors. He had been kicked back on a small stool, leaning against the wall of the cart, about to enjoy a black and orange-colored candy cane, when they had popped up right there. He did his best to mask any dramatic reaction. It wasn't enough. A small yelp escaped his lips as he fell backwards off the stool, catching himself on a shelf, before the shelf itself collapsed, sending jars of sugar and other ingredients crashing down on him, some cracking open. After a few seconds, Cain stood up, composing himself and brushing some candy dust off of his coat. There was still a bit of the glittering stuf in his mane, though. He cleared his throat. "Ah, welcome to Candy Cain's Confections and Art, all!" He gave them all a grin that said 'I totally didn't just make a big flop like that. That was another guy'. His voice was sort of like that of 'big-city showman', loud, but only loud enough for them all to hear. He still had to do something about the mess, though. With a quick flick of his horn and a short, sharp whistle, the jars and candy all floated through the air, coming back together and going back into their containers, a disaster in reverse. He continued to speak as if it hadn't happened; he was determined not to look like a fool. "And Happy Nightmare Night to you all as well! It's nice to meet you all. I, of course, am Candy Cain, owner of the one-man business." Cain took a step out of the cart, but only that. He turned back towards the mess he had made. Or rather, where the mess had been. It was gone now, the candy all set up again, as if it had never happened. Cain gave a small sigh of satisfaction, before turning back to his audience. "Sorry 'bout that. I tend to get a little jumpy when folks appear unannounced. . . not a problem!" Cain shook his head at Wind Walker's remark, though. "No, no, I'm not selling anything. On days like these, it's all free, ya hear? It's on me. That's what Nightmare Night's about, right?" He chuckled. One by one, Candy Cain greeted them all, giving them a small smile and a short bow. "Awesome costumes, ya'll! I'm sure you'll be getting tons of candy from houses downtown, eh?" He laughed. Quickly, Cain turned and grabbed multiple jars of sugar, candy and colors out of the cart, placing them on his back and trotting outside. He placed them on the ground before starting back toward the cart. He glanced their way, thinking. "This might be a different stop from the others, though. Y'see, I. . . make things, yeah? Outta candy and sugar. Like. . ." Cain closed his eyes and whistled, a pitched tune. One of the jars rattled and popped open, a bottle of sugar crystals. Off to the side, a bag of apples opened up, green and red apples floating out and swirling above Cain's head. Cain's whistling tune changed to a lower pitch, and the ingredients all swirled around one another, the sugar shifting from white to a translucent brown. It was turning to caramel! While the apples and sugar swirled, wrapped candy, like chocolates, fruit candies, and gum floated from Candy Cain's cart and into the candy hunter's bags (if they had any), all of them seeming to hop to the tune of Cain's whistling. Eventually, the candy stream ceased, and the bags had their first candy in them! Of course, not so much that no more could fill. It was still a generous serving, though. Cain's smile faltered slightly as he concentrated on the apples above his head. The sugar (or rather, the caramel) and apples had finally stopped swirling above his head, revealing. . . candy apples, one for all of them! Cain ended the tune with an upbeat trill. He opened his eyes and exhaled, as if he'd been holding his breath. "I know it's kinda simple, but here ya go!" The apples floated toward the group. "There's enough for all, heh. That was a bit of my, ah, candy magic. Don't have a name for it, sadly." Cain then paused, a smile creeping across his face once more. ". . . Y'know, I make bigger things than candy apples and little sweets. It's fun 'n' all, but hey. It'll take a bit, but I can make a model of something in candy of your choice, if any of you wanted. You'd have to come back later, though. It takes a bit outta me to do it." It was up to them, of course. Cain certainly loved making those models. He had a good eye, so his art was usually spot-on. It might be a bit taxing, but hey. These folks sure seemed nice. It would be a stain on his business not to make something for them. It was Nightmare Night! "I'm gonna be running this kinda thing later tonight, when folks are either halfway through their night, or ready to turn in. Not selling 'em, just gifts. I like you six, though. . ." Cain gave a nervous laugh. "So, whaddya say? I'll custom-create something, whatever ya like!" Cain glanced at them all in turn as he spoke, stopping on each individually for a moment. He honestly wished that he'd put forth the effort they had into preparing their costumes. They looked great. . . "I mean, hey. It's never too much work if it's for nice folk. Take it as a token of my appreciation for ya'll visiting so quick, eh?"
  17. Guess this is why we don't have fun in New York City.

  18. Rest in peace.

    Couldn't find parking to go Tricking or Treating.

  19. Oh boy, it was happening. Finally. It was that time of year again in Equestria, and Candy Cain was more than prepared for it. The pink-haired colt was okay with creating and giving out candy creations any time of year, really. After all, he loved seeing their reactions, their sparkling eyes and laughs. He lived for that. But tonight, though, everyone would be coming down to town to go Trick-or-Treating. It was Cain's time to shine. Candy Cain was currently setting up his 'cart' (a large covered wagon full of his supplies and other things to create candy and entertainment on any day) with only a slight amount of difficulty. The darn tarp wasn't going up right. Cain sighed and used a wave of magic, levitating the sheet and its poles. It all game together with a series of clanks. Perfect. With the front of his cart (structurally) ready, Cain proceeded to decorate the thing with spooky accessories he had inside. Cobwebs, spiders, and a couple jack-o-lanterns for effect right up front. Perfect. For now, at least. Cain could modify it later. He whistled to himself cheerfully as he worked. Eventually, everything was ready. Or, almost everything. Cain closed his eyes and concentrated, generating a faint cloud of candy-scented air. That would be sure to draw them in when they got there. The only speed bump was actually meeting them. He could deal with that later as well. He finished the tune with an evil laugh, wandering back around and into the cart. Of course, it was spacious enough for him to fit inside and work on his candy creations. He got to work setting up jars of sugar, natural dyes, and other ingredients. No need for anything so formal as frames or plans today. It was all about imagination. The only time Cain got even more hyped was for the end of the year. But that's another story. For now, he waited, adjusting his costume a bit. Cain had decided to go as a sort of skeleton, painting the skinny frame and everything all over, save his vibrant, pink hair. He thought it was a nice touch to the dull colors of black and white. Finally, everything was set. Cain inhaled, and shouted as loud as he could. "HAPPY NIGHTMARE NIGHT, FOLKS!" He chuckled. No one could miss him now. He wasn't directly at the front of town, he was more around the center, where he could preform his works. It was only a matter of time before they arrived. . .! He always got giddy by then.
  20. SirAizen

    Sir Aizen's Threads

    Sir Aizen's Threads! (Links below!) Hyper Jack Earth Pony // Male // Young Adult Threads After The Show (Open) (Active) _______________________ Candy Cain Unicorn // Male // Young Adult Threads Tricks and Treats. . . and Traps? (Trick or Treating!) (Active)
  21. *cartwheels*

    1. szalhi

      szalhi

      Y'all got a license for that?

    2. SirAizen

      SirAizen

      "It's the fuzz! Scatter!"

  22. SirAizen

    Candy Cain [Ready]

    Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Candy Cain Sex: Male Age: Young Adult Species: Unicorn Eye Color: Sage/Mint Green, Forest Green Coat Color: Cain has a coat that is roughly wheat/tortilla colored, with decorative swirling strips of faint pink, though it is hidden by the white/pink collared shirt he wears. Mane/Tail: Cain's mane and tail are a hot pink color, his mane not going all the way down his neck. His hairstyle is a middle-parting, wavy style, slightly hiding his ears. His horn comes up slightly behind the parting. His tail is a little thin and wavy as well, looking sort of like gum. No, not chewed-up gum. Good gum, or cotton candy. Physique: As a whole, Cain's body is mostly lean, tall and athletic. Not as much built for speed or power as it is built for endurance. Residence: Wanderer (However, since he visits Ponyville so frequently, he might be considered a Ponyville resident.) Occupation: Confectioner, Showman Cutie Mark: Cain's cutie mark is a pink swirl mint, the dark stripes seeming to float off the candy itself, signifying some sort of magic. Cain received his cutie mark the day he created his living replica of Canterlot. Though Cain has had many achievements with his sugary designs, he's never been able to pull of anything quite as grand as the Canterlot replica since. Unique Traits: Cain's an architect. Though he would never call himself that, Cain's occupation is very similar to that. He designs sweets (mainly candy), and creates art and structures out of the sugary substances. Then, the unicorn animates those things for all to see. Try and eat anything before Cain's done, though, and he might lose his marbles. Cain has a rich city accent (almost like a Boston accent), and a swaggering confidence in almost everything he does. Almost everything. History: Like all of his family before him, Candy Cain grew up in the rich, colorful capital of Equestria, Canterlot. His family ran a small business up there, one that had to do with everyone's favorite thing; candy! (no, no, NO, not those blasted pastries. Candy!) They created and sold the sweets in a smaller shop on the edge of the city. Growing up, Cain was always acutely aware of what his parents and older siblings did, and what they could be doing instead. No, Cain didn't prefer to have fun as a child. He designed things. Candy, as a matter of fact. As a unicorn, Cain could use magic an many ways, and shifting the usage over to candy was no problem for him. The end result was one that no one had expected from someone like him. Up until his early teen years, Cain had always experimented with shifting candy and sugar into different forms with his magic. They hadn't always gone so well. There were a few scattered successes, but not much. One early morning, though, Cain's parents and neighbors woke up to see not a little trinket, but a living replica of Canterlot, made entirely out of candy. Cain's mastery of manipulating so many different tiny things was extraordinary. This was the start of something new for Cain. When Cain moved out, he started up his own business, taking the name of 'Candy Cain's Confections and Art'. There, one would be greeted by a smile and something wonderful; a world of candy. Some of it was life-sized, others miniatures. Some was made to look exactly like something in real life, down to the colors, other things were of Cain's imagination. Almost everything seemed to have been brought to life by Cain's magic. For a time, Cain was happy with himself. But still, there were some out there that couldn't see his works. Lots of things couldn't be moved, really. So Cain made his final decision. Cain sold off some f his works to buy a large cart full of materials to make candy. With this cart, Cain would go down to Ponyville and other populated areas, stopping where all could see him to preform his art. Not just show it- but create it in front of everyone's eyes, and let them see the magic and emotion put into it all. Some might have thought it was ridiculous, going to a mobile shop when he had no real need to, but Cain didn't mind it. All could see (and taste) his creations, and it made for good cardiovascular exercise. This is what he does to this day. Cain has not yet moved into Ponyville fully, since he doesn't think he's fully prepared for that kind of project, but every week, for a couple days at a time, Candy Cain visits Ponyville and populations beyond to show them what magic should truly be used for. To make you feel like a kid again. Personality: Candy Cain has a rather infectious personality, a real showman's attitude. His voice is one that can reach the back of a crowd without breaking, warm and full of life. Combined with his rich, big-city accent (sort of like a Boston accent), he is an instantly-likable character. Like Santa Claus. Claus from Boston. He always laughs at a joke (even if it's corny), and always has time to listen to a story or request. He especially likes kids. He's always making them little candy trinkets to bring home or eat. His attitude sort of grinds to a halt when it comes to mares, though. He left the house before anyone could teach him how to directly speak to one. He doesn't stutter, but he loses his train of thought from time to time. Though some think Cain's a little too open to new folk sometimes, he doesn't care. After all, everybody was a wide-eyed kid at some point. They all deserve kindness and a smile, right? As long as they aren't messing with his stuff, they're fine! Character Summary: Candy Cain is certainly a pony-person, being open, always smiling, and always having time to give a colt or mare a bit of sweetness when he's around. Getting used to Ponyville might take a little time, but he'll get around to it. Cain might be too trusting sometimes, but hey. He's a candy-colt. You wouldn't really take advantage of a guy like that, would you?
  23. SirAizen

    (Open) After The Show

    Jack truly had no idea how things worked here. It certainly looked like the sort of high-profile place people of that class would hang out, but they weren't anywhere near similar to him. They had no problem surrounded by tons of people, all watching them do whatever it was they did- mainly play for money. He knew how these games worked as well, they just. . . weren't his style. It wasn't like he had the money to be betting here anyway. Games of 'chance' always seemed set, even when they weren't in a casino. Fortune frequently frowned upon the colt. While he searched for others like him- drifting in and out of sight, looking like they were uncomfortable with their surroundings- he noted the multitude of folks that had entered the building. Mainly more players, but a few famous faces. Or so he guessed. He never really got out much, or payed attention to the known faces of Equestria. From what he saw, though, he could guess that a few were from Canterlot. He knew the place, at least. He'd grown up in a fancy place, after all. He wiped the thought from his mind. Before he could go, though, the voice of another pony could be heard nearby. It was close too. He jerked his head around, trying to find the source of the voice, and there they were. Oh crap, someone was trying to talk to him? They didn't sound like his regular group. They certainly didn't look it. The purple unicorn and dragon seemed concerned, though he knew he didn't know them. He tried to summon the words, but the encounter was so unexpected, he didn't say anything for around fifteen seconds, his mouth opening and closing, but no voice coming out. Finally, he cleared his head, and tried to pretend he was just speaking into an arcade screen, not paying attention to anyone, or to his few close friends. He sighed quietly. "I, uh. . . Hi." Hyper gave a small wave. He rubbed his eyes to try and appear even a little more awake than he already was. He hyped himself up, then spoke again, stronger this time. "Um. . . Well met!" He gave a lopsided smile. "Didn't see you there. . . I was, uh, looking around the place. I wanted to see how the place, er, worked." Jack's voice seemed a bit young compared to his look- perhaps it was simply his fatigue that made him seem a bit like a stallion instead. He tried to appear as if he was a regular there, but only really said what he assumed others would say if they actually belonged. He certainly felt as if he looked like he'd gotten kicked off a bus in a foreign city. "With the. . . games, yeah? I wanted to see the games. . . I'm called Hyper Jack here. Your name, miss?" He added quickly.
  24. Well met, Canterlot! It is I, Sir Aizen again. Now, I recently got RP certified (woot) and my first OC here approved (woot x2), so I'm very eager to start RPing here! To get used to the feel of RPing here and with my character, I ask you all this: is anyone available to RP, if they have the time? My OC, Hyper Jack, might be a bit timid regarding others he hasn't met before, but that's what development is, right? Meeting others and experiencing new events and places. I'd gladly do most genres of RP with the character, set during g one of the few to eat he's outside, or behind the bar. Interested? Send me a message- I'll be waiting for ya!
  25. SirAizen

    (Open) After The Show

    It was easy to get lost in a place as large as Las Pegasus. Hyper Jack was finding this out at quite the rapid place, though he had only just arrived. The colt wasn't some kid, yeah (the term was relative; he was still considered one by most stallions), but that didn't mean he automatically knew what to do and where to go in a place like this. He was used to the peace and quiet of the bar back home, or his room in the back. There, at least, he could just sleep. . . But noooo. He had hyped himself up on caffeine and agreed to a trip to a place like this, to 'meet some friends', as the old stallion who owned the bar back home had said. Apparently, he needed the sun. Or the company. He didn't remember. He did remember, though, that he has wanted to to have a nice relaxing weekend with his select few friends, and maybe play some arcade games out for the night. It was always fun to play with his fans and friends, but it was. . . taxing. He had a lot of fans, so he had gotten used to hiding his fatigue. That didn't mean he never slept, though. He slept on. . . Saturdays. . . Mondays, and Thursdays. Not entirely in that order. It shamed him to admit that he didn't always follow that schedule either. Nevertheless, he was here, in this bright, bustling city, trying to 'make friends'. Right now, he was fine. The caf hadn't worn off yet. He could always go get some coffee if he was getting tired. But eventually he'd crash somewhere (if he didn't crash in the street somewhere). For now, though, it was time to see what all the talk was about this place. He had heard enough. Colors, lights, performances, and other fun things. . . but he was here to introduce himself to the other gamers. For now, at least. Snapping out of it with a slap to the face, Jack continued on through the chaotic mix of ponies and fun, until he made it over to where most folks had ended up in: the casino. He didn't expect there to be, well, arcade machines in a casino; he wasn't that naive. But he did expect some players, possible some high-profile people. As he suspected, nobody payed him more than a glance as he walked by, most likely appearing confused and exhausted (based off of the rings under his eyes and slightly ruffled mane). He only hoped that he looked like he belonged there. . . not like he was some poor young colt that had just gotten cheated out of everything he owned. That probably would have earned him a few more glances, though, so he was probably fine. Of course, this was Las Pegasus. . . folks weren't exactly known for being nice, from what he'd heard. . .
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