Opal

I remember you, sorta kinda. Nice to see you back.

I'll probably call you Miles, just so that Tales won't be jelly of your similar names. Welcome to the site anyways.

((OOC: What happened to flying ll the way down, like a typical pegasus?)) Well, that was embarrassing, he thought to himself as he brushed off his body. He began to look around the alleyway, dumbfounded as to what to do. Turning towards Raven, he shrugged his shoulders and tilted to one side. So we're down here now. Surely a mute stallion and a shy filly couldn't do much to stop a riot..... Or could we? On a sudden thought, Silent rushed down in the opposite direction of the station, Silent began heading towards the center of town, waving his hoof over his shoulder to get Raven to follow him. ((OOC: Planning on adding a one-shot character to the story. Either you could play it, or I could, or we could bring someone else into the RP to play as her. I'll send the basic info to whoever wants the character.))

Ya rly.

Ah, pit stuff. Always fun. And I've only seen a few episodes of House, as strange a man as I may now seem.

I can boogie. Also, marching band is always fun. What instrument do you play?

Discord easily.

Hello. Welcome to the site, and hope you enjoy your stay here.

Sensing Raven's intent, he trotted over to the ladder that he had climbed up in the first place. as he placed his hind hoof out onto the first rung, the fleeting thought passed that it would be a lot harder climbing down then climbing up. Unfortunately, the thought came a bit too late, and with a few bangs and a solid thump, Silent fell off the roof and into a broken wagon near the side of a building. A bit dazed, he shook his head for a bit before standing up. Hopefully no passing ponies heard his blunder. From there, he waited for Raven to catch up. She still hasn't said anything about the whereabouts. I wonder if she doesn't know anything after all.

Quite alright, I'm still in one piece, now, aren't I? he replied. Peering out over the edge of the roof, he took a look at the chaos that was once the station platform. Now, I know you don't actually have the wallet, but you wouldn't happen to know where it might've gotten off to by any chance? If this madness doesn't stop soon we might have an all out brawl in the middle of the train station. And indeed, the tension was rising down below. Many seemed to be throwing wild accusations around, causing outrage from those accused, and annoyance from everyone else. If someone were to lose their cool, things wouldn't go down well.

Snapshot watched as the event began to set up. "Carrying a backpack around? Ha. I do that every day, for my supplies!" he said, to no pony in particular. There were already a few others getting the same idea; one had already crossed the finish line, while the other looked as though he might break something out of age. Grabbing a sack filled with potatoes, he waited in the small line before stepping up to take his place. The potatoes were a bit heavier than his supplies, but surely it wouldn't be too hard to make it round trip, right? The whistle blew, and Snapshot began his trek across the field at a fast trot, not wanting to over exert himself too early. Not getting first place didn't bother him, but he at least wanted to finish the challenge. As he made his way towards the end flag, though, he instinctively began picking up the pace. Trying to slow his hooves down was proving to be a challenge, and he could tell that if he were to continue at this pace, he would lose too much steam before making it back to the start. This thought came a little too late, and he could feel the weight on his legs now, his hooves hurting from the strain. It felt like everyone in Equestria was looking at him now, expecting him to finish. And finish I shall! he told himself. Looking down the field, he focused his vision, blocking out everything around him. The ponies, the trees, the birds flying overhead, the sky itself. All that was left now, in his world, was him, the ground in front of him, and the finish line. He knew that he could do this, all it would take was just a small push. Measurement had no meaning to him anymore, and he lost track of how many steps he'd been walking. Me, and the line. Nothing else, he thought. Just me, and the line... And suddenly, he was across. setting the bag down beside him, he lay on his back, waiting for a short dizzy spell to stop clearing his mind. Watching the world spin around him, the sun shining over his head, he took in the simple beauty of the area around him, and the wonderful feeling of not having that darned sack over his shoulder. Feeling the air return to his lungs, he saw another pony cross the finish line, and smiled, realizing what he had just overcome.

Well. Silent still had no idea what he was supposed to do, but it was now rather obvious that he was successfully sending his thoughts to the filly. Hearing her in his head again, he tried again in a whisper, which was still really loud, by most pony's standards. How about now? Am I doing it right? ((OOC: Sorry for taking so long. Some personal matters came up, and I wasn't in the mood for writing anything for a while.))

Silent flinched, backing up and covering his head with his hooves in shock. The voice was definately the filly's, but the thought of telepathy was too much for Silent to wrap his brain around at the given time. He didn't know how she was doing it in the first place, and he was supposed to respond? Even if he did know how to send his thoughts to her, he would be completely freaked out by doing so. And while these thoughts seemingly passed through his mind, the only thing that actually came up was Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God! which if he were to actually say aloud would confuse the heck out of anyone who would happen to be passing by at the given time.