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  1. Earth could not, unfortunately, return Fire Walker's smile with anything more than half of one, and that cut with no small amount of cynicism. "Well, if they're interested in buying my pen, it's currently for sale. Just thought I'd give Princess Twilight offer of first refusal, as I was saying to your fellow officer there. Not written much fiction before, but I could spin a pretty good yarn of a naive stallion in love, if she doesn't mind tragic endings." He nodded towards Silver, sitting to rest his back against one of the shelves. If he was being perfectly honest, it was the sale of his pen that had gotten him into this trouble in the first place. He'd been let go from the Chronicle after the head editor discovered that his travel writing on Maretonia was essentially paid propaganda on behalf of his noble hostess. Once his position at the paper was lost, the noblemare found no use for him, and subsequently had him kicked out of her house and deported, in shame and humiliation. Hence, the stallion's expressed opinions on highborn mares. Thumping his head against the books, he cast a weary, but interested, eye on the exchange between Fire and Silver. Disruption in the Twilight Guard? Fascinating. Perhaps there would be a buyer for this information, a bit of juicy court gossip? *Or Military intelligence* A dark and growing portion of the former journalist's brain pointed out. He hadn't gone so far as to seriously contemplate any such treason of course. Not yet, at any rate. Give it a few more hungry months. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts. Best focus on the doggie. Nice doggie. "So, he just wandered in. Is he one of yours, or does Twilight have a new pet?"
  2. Basira's satisfaction was mirrored by Bluebelle's own. Another cross-cultural negotiation successfully completed! And she could add "sphinx" to the list of species she could work with too! All in all, the Princess' CV was looking mightily impressive right about now; which was good, as she couldn't help but think she would need to emphasize every possible positive point to keep her aunties from freaking out. Granted, they weren't likely to be put off so much by Nilaavin himself as much as the fact that he would answer completely to Blue... "Oh, don't worry about that, I ensure all my staff and servants have the highest possible level of care!" As for requisitioning the proper resources for cleaning and feeding Nil, well, she supposed they would just have to ask in person. And if anypony was brave enough to say 'no' to a sphinx, well! Blue still had a few slots left open in her honor guard. "I'm sure you'll love it. I'll bet you've never been to a place that had no deserts, but was green all over with forests and grasslands, and some mountains as well, eh?"
  3. Berry swished her tail, both in anticipation, and in thought, as she followed the other mare to inspect her stock. Rubbing her chin, she looked over the cups and mugs. "My personal preference is for clear stemware, with a smooth rather than a faceted bowl. Otherwise, it's hard to judge the color and quality of the wine once you pour it in. We want our products to enhance each other, not cancel each other out!" She smiled, before sighing a bit. "But... that may not quite be what our customers want. If they come to my shop, it's usually because they want to feel fancy without paying Fancy prices! So, any stemware that looks fancy will probably do. Any favorite styles of yours I should know about?"
  4. Berry Punch giggled. "Ooh, I can just imagine her enthusiasm! Of course, being an element of harmony and one of Twilight's Council members must be keeping her busy; nice to know she still takes time to give that personal touch!" Although, given the nervousness with which Opal greeted one of her crystal pieces being out of place, Berry couldn't help but think that a hyperactive party pony must have caused some anxiety for the newcomer! Oh dear, that meant she probably wasn't quite ready to deal with the heights of craziness this town could deal out... Well, best she have a friend when the time came. And a business partner! "Well, I heard that you were in the business of crystal-crafting, and I was wondering if you would like to display some of your wares in my shop! Wine tastes best in a proper glass you know, and having some crystal stemware to show besides the bottles would, I think, help both of our sales!"
  5. Ponyville was the sort of small town where nopony locked their doors. Sure, one had to deal with the occasional marauding monster, but that was the sort that broke through your walls rather than picked your locks! So, Berry was easily able to let herself in, greeting the Crystalline mare with a smile. "Hey, Neighbor!" The Burgundy Earth mare extended a forehoof for a greeting hug, a little hooves-on, but normal for the mare herself. "I'm Berry Punch! Live and work up the street, little wine-and-juice shop on the lane. Just wanted to come by and say hello! Heh, probably didn't beat Pinkie Pie here, though!"
  6. Hope and optimism spring ever eternal in the minds of ponies. At least, that was what must have been so for a mare to run, for years, a wine and grape punch shop smack dab in the middle of cider country. Not that Berry Punch resented the Apple family at all! It was just that she thought there was room enough for all fruits in this town. Enough of her fellow citizens seemed to agree to keep her shop afloat, but not quite enough to make it a success. "Success" being defined as enough to give her little filly the life her mother felt she deserved. Dreams of little Ruby Pinch being Equestria's fifth Princess aside, Berry really did need help to move stock this year. And wouldn't you know it, but a new mare from the Crystal Empire came to town, one skilled in making crafts from crystals! Just the sort of thing needed to showcase her wonderful beverages. It being a slow day at her own shop, Berry felt no shame in shuttering early, and trotting down to the new mare's house, rapping on the door with great expectations...
  7. Easiest way to post an image is to upload it to a third party site (such as tumblr, imgur, deviantart, etc) and paste the direct link to it. The forum software will automatically embed the image . Are you still working on this app or is it ready? I ask because there's still a WIP in the thread title (you can remove it if you edit your post).
  8. Pretty much what Pressy said. If you're interested in setting up a thread, drop a line. I've got some characters that could use some air time, and I'm just now freed up from holiday things. Keep in mind, though; I tend not to do more than one post per thread per day. I will do paragraphs in each, however. That's mostly what we use the forums for, longer-scale writing. Chat-speed is mostly done on, well, the Discord Chat.
  9. Hi! And welcome. Glad to see we've caught another fan on this site; hope things settle down for you soon and you can join us on the boards!
  10. To a mare of any kind of aesthetic sensitivity, and Platinum was nothing if not that, there was little in the way of rough stuff that naturally appealed. Now, rough stuff to the ugly and mean? Forgivable, and even, in it's own way, beautiful. But there was... something in Ossia's look that gave Bluebelle a sinking feeling within her stomach that what was about to happen would go way, way beyond that. And as the alicorn offered her a leading role in this next act, the genre-savvy within Platinum Gem was put on pins and needles. *If I do this, I'm about to go way beyond what I already am. I will go from tolerated villain heroes treat with amusement to someone feared and despised. Will I lose friends over this?* She had to pause a moment at that, but a moment's consideration only brought up one name, and that belonged to one who was by no means a goody four-hooves himself. Certainly wouldn't put them off speaking terms. As for the rest... the sad truth was, neither Prince Blueblood nor Platinum Gem had real friends beyond that. And thus, nothing was stopping her from partaking in this baptism of blood. Nothing, that is, save for a forgotten circumstance. "DRAGON!!!" She shrieked, about two seconds before a huge, scaly body arced into view and smashed into the street, scattered cobblestones like skittles and headed straight toward the five heroes in it's skid, aiming to crush them against the side of a bank!
  11. Earth Writer chuckled as Silver Blade confirmed his suspicions about the pictured mare. "Ain't that always the case, though, with high-born mares? They're always out for plunder; just some prefer the company of sailors to tax collectors, heh. Something to be said for that, I guess." Further political commentary was stifled by the arrival of a rich smell of chocolate, followed closely behind by a pegasus mare. Good thing, too, since the line of reasoning old Earthy was taking would hardly count in his favor if Princess Twilight did end up wanting a propagandist. Nonetheless, he smiled and accepted the hot cocoa, sipping as Silver let slip her name. "Fire... Walker? I think we've met before, at the Crystal Faire, perhaps? Or perhaps the Manehattan Friendship Expo. I've been out of the country since." Looking down at his disheveled appearance, he gave a sigh. "Life ain't treated me well since, gotta say." He cast a sideways look at the incoming dog, some buried reporter's instinct tugging at his brain. *More than what meets the eye...* But he wasn't a reporter now. Not anymore. What use was buried truths to him? If it walked like a dog, and barked like a dog, it was a dog to him. And dogs were to be petted, so he did.
  12. To anyone I'm in threads with: I'll be on vacation for a week at my folks', so won't get much posting in.

    1. Ciraxis

      Ciraxis

      Have fun! On my part, I will make sure to cook something for you to reply to when you get back!

  13. "Hey!" Some animation returned to Earth's moonlit eyes, and he huffed as he straightened out his hat and coat. Still rumpled and stained, but in the clearer light, his face didn't look as worn by time. Bad life choices for sure, but not the slow procession of years. "I'm not that old. Though I am old enough to remember the days when my name would have carried respect." The stallion snorted, as if the messes plaguing his life were not all of his own creation. "But I'm like you now, the sort the powerful don't give two bits about unless we make trouble." Approaching closer, he caught a glimpse of the mare in the book. "Heh, speaking of trouble, you really got to be careful about mares like that. I got a story or two for you I could tell..."
  14. "Take it from me, it's never too late to find some friends." Bluebelle smiled at Raven, finishing up her tea. "And I'm very much looking forward to our next meeting too! I have business here until the end of the week, but I'll be in Canterlot for the rest of the month. I'll take a little time to arrange the matter of lab permits in the old Crystal mines, and then I'll be free to come over. Look forward to that show!" The Princess looked down at her coffee then, as if pondering whether to transform again, when she spotted the approach of a sharply-dressed top-hatted pony. "Oh, my secretary. No doubt he aims to paste over every remaining gap in my schedule." Gulping down the now-cooler caffeinated liquid with a sigh, Blueblood shook his head again, clearing it for the inevitable business talk to come. "Likely will have to say goodbye here, but I'm glad I was able to catch up with you again, Icy. And it was a pleasure to meet your new marefriend!"
  15. Blueblood leaned into the nuzzle, breathing deeply of Taira's mountain scent. "I suppose this sort of thing is the price we pay for living. Tragedy strikes so many, and all we can do is offer comfort, aid, and prevention where we can." The Prince stared idly into the fountain, silent in contemplation. Try as he may, it was impossible for him to put the sorrows of his past back into the dark closet of his mind. Nothing for it but let sadness take it's course, and hope to halve it by the sharing. Anypony encountering the pair in the garden now might have been forgiven for thinking the two of them had been friends for much longer than a day, if not closer than that. Blueblood was now resting against Taira's shaggy coat, quietly letting a few tears go, both for his own and the disguised yokai's sorrows.
  16. Taira's point about seeing relatives worn as clothing was a good one, Blueblood had to admit. It would be pretty hard for him to negotiate with, say, a caribou chief wearing his marefriend's skull as a brooch. Ugh... those were depressing thoughts, not that wresting his mind back to the current topic of conversation was much better. His new friend's attempts to revive his youthful dream only wrested a sigh from the Prince. "Would that it were so simple... of course, when I was hauled back home, I wasn't old enough to defy my parents, but right after... they were lost in an airship accident. Had to assume the title early, and keep the estate together. Felt guilty as Tartarus, too; you know how foals can get at the death of their parents. Thinking that what happened was their fault somehow..." He shook his head. Time to put those emotions back in their box, no use taking them out for air again. "Found myself tangled in a web of petty social responsibilities. Got free of that, mostly, in the past few years, but only by taking on greater burdens. I can't really run away to sea anymore. Not for more than a week, anyway, and the time is hard fought for."
  17. The explanation of the metaphor... made sense, Platinum supposed, even though it seemed quite foolish for anypony to act like that. If you didn't want the hay, why get in the manger? It was all a mystery. *Foreigners. Exotic, often attractive, but never fully comprehensible.* She blushed a bit, though, at the mention of the choker, her hoof tracing a line across her throat. The selfsame shade of pink deepening to red as Ossia sought, as gently as possible, to dismantle her ego. Truly, a task worthy of an alicorn. "Heh, I suppose you are right..." The talk of 'lessons' could have proved even more disheartening to the decidently non-academic unicorn, until a thought suddenly occurred to her. "Hey, would that make me your... your personal student?" Growing up with 'Auntie' as his primary example of family, Blueblood had no other real example of a close relationship to imprint upon. The royal was lonely, though he was loath to admit so, either in villain or civilian guise. Such sweet reflections, however, could not be focused on for long. Not only was Platinum being ponyhandled like a plush toy, she was suddenly warped out the place, throwing the timing way off on her previously-laid plan. That disruption was minor, however, to the even more troubling apparition before them. "AIEE!" The fashion-conscious mare shrieked, covering her eyes as if to protect them from a wave of ammonia. "They're hideous! The absolute bottom of the barrel, sartorially, of those darn students!" It had to be said that the writhing mare in Ossia's magic cut something of a pathetic figure. But her scream was not out of mere helplessness; it was pitched to carry, and so to alert her maid squadron inside the museum. In a few minutes, the pair of them would have a backup force sufficient to allow them to escape. They just had to keep these jokers off their tails for long enough...
  18. With the Demise of the Golden Oaks Library, Princess Twilight had graciously allowed Ponyville to use this wing of her castle as its public library. Being the enthusiastic bibliophile that she was, not to mention having a great deal of sympathy for Princess Luna and fellow Night Owls, she'd even made it the first public library in Equestria to be open 24/7. Of course, at hours like these, all the honest citizens of Ponyville were sleeping in their beds, leaving only such rogues as Silver Blade to stalk the night. Well, Silver and another figure just emerging from a nap in one of the reading chairs... There was a kind of snorting sound, followed by a smacking of the lips as the pony in the chair emerged from a doze. In a kind of ambulatory slump, the stallion crawled over the side and arms of the chair, planting all four hooves on the floor. The moonlight through the window gave a decent view of the unicorn; he cut a figure like a cross between an old-timey journalist crossed with a hobo. Which was, all things considered, a pretty accurate description of Earth Writer, disgraced former reporter of the Canterlot Chronicle. The beam of silver light caught his expression perfectly, cynical irony pickled in an ethanol solution. "Yo, steeltoes." He called out to the guard, rubbing the three days worth of stubble on his muzzle. "Is her royal highness still running auditions for the post of royal propagandist?"
  19. "Old grudges... unless someone is planning to forgive, I don't see it as very productive to unearth them." Blueblood remarked as Taira alluded to awakening Yokai. "As a diplomat, I have enough problems with present-day conflicts without some hoary old legend hauling out their moldy disputes like some cantankerous feuding clan matriarch. Thank Faust Auntie Celestia and Auntie Luna were able to reconcile." The Prince had an... odd relationship with the past. His own lineage and history had plenty of obscure privileges and responsibilities that he would stubbornly defend if challenged, but outside his own class and circle, encountering ponies or other creatures of similar temperament irritated him. Especially if he had to deal with them in a professional capacity... He sighed again, as memories of simpler days continued to haunt him in the school gardens. "I wanted to be a sailor. I got my cutie mark for navigation, you know. Both socially through crowds, and also through the seas by the stars. Sometimes I dreamed of being a pirate, other times a navy captain, or merchant marine... being a dashing stallion, having adventures on the seas and parties at the ports. I tried to run away from home when it was clear my parents wouldn't let me do that, but they caught me before I was able to make it on board a ship. After that.... I had to stop dreaming."
  20. "Oh, I wouldn't mind you taking a deep look at the magic." Bluebelle reassured Raven. "I'll admit, Twilight's.... enthusiasm for research was rather off-putting, especially since it coincided with a serious unsettling of a gender identity I had taken for granted all of my life. I've since come to understand both myself, and the wider issue much more, along with all the magical aid that might be put towards resolving the issue of dysphoria, and the risks involved as well." She set aside the coffee, apparently content to remain a mare for now as she discussed the matter in greater depth. "Changeling magic is not the only method of transformation. Zebra alchemy has long had methods for the temporary shifting of physical attributes; in fact, I happen to know a practicing alchemist who has such things as one of his specialties. I use his product with my own marefriends for... well, much the same reasons I suspect you would. Also, one of my in-laws has developed a novel method of swapping genders between ponies, which one of my honor guard currently uses. Of course, one has to be careful with such magic; dysphoria can be induced by incautious application, which can linger long after the magic itself has been dispelled, sometimes even permanently." Sleepover parties were... well, a little too plebian for Blue to have had much experience with them growing up. Still, she had some familiarity with the concept, and gave a reassuring laugh to the nervous unicorn. "Oh, from what I hear, such affairs are rarely formal. Gatherings of ponies for fun are just called parties, whether or not there's a specific party pony involved. Thank Celestia; nothing personally against Pinkie Pie, but I find her a bit... much, to contemplate spending a whole evening in her company. I think it would just be the three of us, in any case, especially if we want to be free to discuss secret matters. I value such meetings very much; after spending so much time in public being guarded about certain matters and my own private opinions. I'm sure you can both relate."
  21. Bluebelle, meanwhile, had been listening to Nilaavin's tale, though from time to time she diverted her attention to the sphinx himself. The casual way her new... companion, bodyguard, what have you, spoke of violence was somewhat disturbing for the career diplomat. Of course, given what Blue had learned of the real and terrible dangers that existed in this world during the past few years, having all that violence on her side was comforting in its own right. In the meantime, she was just going to have to get used to being around Nil. Not quite able to banish the tension from her body, she approached the giant feline hybrid's side, resting a hoof against it. Warm to the touch, the fur was a little rough, to be expected from a regimen of tongue baths with no conditioner. *That will have to change if he's to continue in my service... but where am I going to find a bathtub that big?* The Princess was distracted from this potentially suicidal line of thinking once Basira put a date to Nilaavin's age. "Twenty-five hundred years? I believe that predates the founding of Equestria! Oh, the world's changed since you last roamed it; I rather look forward to introducing it to you. Starting with my own home city!" Indeed, picturing the looks on the faces of friends and rivals among the nobility when she rode into town on the head of a sphinx brought a grin to her face.
  22. "Dog in the manger...?" The meaning and intention behind Ossia's allusion left Platinum more confused than anything else; leaving only the impression that her alicorn companion thought of potential partners as ponies to be collared. On reflection, that was probably not an inaccurate assessment. Nor, to certain types, an unattractive one. Such thoughts were, however, drowned out by the boost she delivered to the alabaster unicorn's ego. "I should hope I was more interesting, at least. And with this stuff, I'll match him in every respect, Ahahahaa!" There wasn't as much refinement in Platinum's laugh as in Ossia's, but it had charms of its own, for sure, and no fellow villain could fault its enthusiasm. Her eyes gleamed, half with admiration, half with envy, as the alicorn effortlessly shifted the crates around and about, extracting their payload with ease. It was enough to even distract Platinum from the arsonist intention of Ossia, which under normal circumstances she would have some objection to. After all, as Prince Blueblood, he had some responsibilities to the city. He couldn't leave the museum to be completely empty. But all that was blown out of his (admittedly not very capacious) mind at the sight of the label and seal. "The Andromalius? Surely not...." Outwardly, Platinum's expression carefully mirrored Ossia's. Inwardly, however...: *Who or what the heck is Andromalius?*
  23. It was only to be expected that Icy couldn't talk more of her 'forces' in public. Honestly, if you were to ask Bluebelle, her friend had probably said too much already. It made little difference whether one kept a secret if others were made curious enough to take the effort to find it out. The royal could only hope her gender-swapping display could put such talk out of any eavesdropper's mind. It certainly appealed to Raven's! "Indeed! The fascinating thing is that the process was discovered by accident. I had fallen deathly ill, you see, and Twilight Sparkle graciously offered to cast healing magic on me. If I understood her correctly, the exact spell sets a body to its most healthy potential. In the process of casting, however, I sneezed, interrupting and distracting her. As a result, she cast the spell that would make me a perfectly healthy mare. The lingering effects came with disease interaction, I think. We're still not quite sure about it." Icy cutting in about slumber parties provoked a leer on the Princess' part. "Oh my, is that an offer I hear?" The question about half-and-half struck her right between the eyes. She couldn't believe that she'd never thought of the experiment before; though having now done so, she could immediately think of half-a-dozen reasons why she shouldn't. "I.... don't think that would be a good idea. At least, in public. Besides, such a mixture wouldn't taste very good."
  24. Blue was certainly reassured by Icy's profession of faith in her, though she had to raise a brow at the mention of 'her forces.' "Have you begun exercising the feudal privilege of a private army already? Auntie generally discourages that sort of thing, aside from an Honor guard, usually on loan from the REA. And I can understand where she's coming from, especially hearing both of your stories. The current crop of nobility probably can't be trusted with that sort of thing." Noises of grinding beans and boiling water could be heard from within the cafe; there was apparently little separation between the drink prep area and the customer tables. Sparing a glance over towards the kitchen to check on the progress of their drinks, she couldn't help but smile at a thought. "It's ironic, though, you mention not believing the rumors. I'm certainly no conspirator, but I've become significantly less of a prude at the same time my reputation actually started to recover. As you might have guessed from a certain night we met in the Observatory." She gave a wink to the blue mare. The conversation soon returned back to Luna, though, shading again into a more serious tone as Icy brought up a proposed reform of the nobility, an idea that had the Princess nodding along. "You know? I had been thinking the exact same thing myself. There's a lot in the old system of titles that could be revived to bring the worst offenders to account, and elevate those like you who have the resources and wherewithal to renew the elite of this country. I've been crafting a plan, a series of legal initiatives, that I was going to present before the Princesses. This is where you co-signing with me would be helpful, though I'd have to explain a bit of the history first." Their drinks arrived then, Bluebelle having to the other mare's one each. The Princess gave a sympathetic smile to Raven, who hadn't seemed up to meeting them in the conversation. "Would you like to see something interesting? I can show you how my little 'curse' works." Picking up the coffee, she gave the hot beverage a little sip, and immediately a ripple of transforming magic traveled down her body like a wave, leaving a wake of toned masculine flesh where a supple feminine form had once been. Pulling her- now his, lips away from the cup, Blueblood let out a satisfied sigh, no longer self-conscious about the stares from Crystal Empire natives surrounding him. Canterlot Court gossip rarely traveled this far north. "Tada! A stunningly handsome Prince!" Vanity seized hold of him, and out of habit he struck a pose. "And for my next trick..." Taking the tea this time, he sipped, and the whole process reversed itself, the rippling transformation leaving Princess Bluebelle sitting with them once more. "Well, what do you think?"
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