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Maverick took a few steps outside of his little beach side hut and took in a deep breath of air. He held it in his lungs as he scanned over the never ending shore line of the ocean. Once he had a good amount of sight of the ocean he exhaled with a loud and satisfying "Ahh!"

The griffon had a big smile on his face for it was the perfect day. The sun was shining and not a cloud was in the sky. The air was blowing a cool breeze but it was still hot outside. Maverick stepped off the wooden steps of his hut and felt his talons and paws make contact with the warm sand. A little too warm actually.

What happened next was a little dance done by the griffon as he jumped his way back the wooden steps to avoid the hot sand. He then quickly ran inside and came back out with his board on his back. His dark blue and red surfboard. His favorite.

The griffon took off towards the shore line and let the heat of the sand burn his talons and paws. Eventually he would get used to it but luckily the sand was colder where it met the water. So he stood there. As he stood by the shore line the water lapped up to meet his front talons and then retreated back to the ocean. Only to come back again and then go away again. As he was standing there a few stallions and mares passed by and waved to the griffon. He waved back of course.

But that wasn't what Maverick was after. He turned his eyes out to the ocean and saw the waves. The large waves out on the ocean blue. His eyes went wide and a smile crept on his face. "Nautical.." He mumbled quietly. The griffon then jumped into the water and took his board off his back. He laid on it and paddled out to the ocean.

Once out there he was instantly met with a wave. The wave picked him up and he was at the mercy of the ocean now. The griffon gained his balance and managed to get going along the wave. He zipped to the left a bit and then to the right a bit. It was his wave now, he owned it.

But something went wrong..

As the wave moved along Maverick did a little too much. The griffon lost his balance and managed to slip off his board and the tied strap around his back paw was connected to his board so it came with him. Maverick was closer to the shore line than he thought and in the end he had fallen off the wave. He was now beak first in the sand.

He could hear a few giggles and laughs from passing ponies but the griffon paid no mind to them. He slowly brought his head up and spat out a good amount of sand. "Totally gotta be kidding me..." The griffon then grabbed his board that was lodged in the sand just a bit behind him. He propped it upright in the sand and sat down on the sand next to it.

Every now and then he would cough up some sand but he had already gotten most of it. Even though he just wiped out Maverick had a big smile on his face. He brought a talon up to his seashell necklace and rubbed it while he watched the ocean. He didn’t care that he wiped out. Seeing the ocean like this and feeling the warm air on his face made him a very happy griffon. In a bit he would get back up and try again. It was a great day to be out on the beach.

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Buck, what a beautiful day.

 

Inkbrand hummed rather loudly under his breath as he trot over the warm sands, surfboard balanced precariously on his back and messenger bag thrown haphazardly around his shoulders. At any other time he might have drawn strange and consternating looks, but heading alongside the beach as he was, Inkbrand doubted he could be considered strange for toting along some supplies on his trip to Seasaddle Bay. After all, a much needed vacation had been long coming since the establishment of his business. A stallion needed his rest!

 

That he was resting after about two months of being officially open was of little concern to him.

 

"Hel-lo, Seasaddle," Inkbrand crowed with a rather lewd waggle of his eyebrows as he passed by two unicorns, looking fresh from a dip in the crystal clear ocean. The both of them turned pinpoint laser-heated glares onto him, not even pausing in their stride, but the pale green one, he noted, gave him a lingering stare as they continued on their path. Inkbrand waggled his eyebrows again for good measure and let his tail flicker slightly against her flank as he passed by, and couldn't help the light snicker that escaped him as she jumped in response. For a moment, it was almost enough for Inkbrand to turn right around and follow the two of them, but the warm sun and beach were calling him.

Mares would come and go after all, but he didn't get warm sands and cold oceans everyday.

 

Apparently he wasn't the only one with that thought either, and Inkbrand tossed his head to shift his sunglasses upwards as he watched the surfer ride the rather large wave, impressed the way all ponies became impressed at talents and events they knew nothing about. The tattoo-clad stallion couldn't be called a suffer by any sense of the word, even though he knew the basics enough to ride those smalls waves that came to shore. The griffon certainly looked like he knew what he was doing - not that Inkbrand could really tell, the same way most ponies couldn't tell when his massage oil had soaked in enough to start painting on tattoos.

 

'Though maybe,' Inkbrand thought with an almost detached sense of amusement, 'I should rethink that.' And right before his eyes, the griffon performed a spectacular wipe-out, coming to lie face down in the sand near the bank.

 

Inkbrand was sure he wasn't the only one to burst into laughter - he distinctly heard a very loud guffawing and one tittering chuckle - but the griffon didn't seem at all bothered by his failure. Instead he seemed to settle himself quite comfortably into the sand, looking for all the world relaxed and child, and if Inkbrand had had any doubts before, they all flew out the window at the griffon's seeming ability to laugh at himself. With the beach pretty much bare, it didn't take much decision making for Inkbrand to trot forward towards the griffon, tail gaily swinging side to side.

 

"I hope you planned on buying the beach dinner beforehoof," the grey Earth Pony said laughingly, though not really maliciously, as he set himself directly next to the griffon in the sand, unceremoniously dumping his bag and board next to him. "A few candles and some romantic music wouldn't hurt, either."

 

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Maverick looked to his left and right and in the fullness of the beach that was spanning as far as his eyes could see. He didn't even realize the amount of ponies and other beach goers that were here this day. He saw a few mares and stallions playing a game of some kind in the sands. They seemed to be having a good time as most beach goers did. To his left he saw a few ponies that must have seen his wipe out but the didn't seem to mind that he did, and they were waving to the griffon. The surfer gave a nod to them and they went on their way.

Among the last group of ponies he saw was a mare and a stallion that had their little fillies off playing in the sand. The family seemed to be that very stereotypical beach going family. Maybe their first time? Because the mom was relaxing on a beach towel with a filly building a sand castle near her. The father was wading in the water with their colt as well. Casual beach goers it seemed.

A voice brought the griffon snapped him out of his trance. He looked to his left and right but that was the wrong direction so he turned to the other direction. A rather tatted up stallion sat next to him after his comment on buying the beach dinner before. Maverick gave a few low chuckles. "Saw that wipeout didja?" He spoke in his usual drawl. The comment of a few candles and some music only caused the griffon to laugh yet again. "Oh trust me brutha. Me and this beach are real acquainted. She's probably angry at me 'cuz I haven't proposed to her." The griffon shrugged and looked out to the endless water. "The ocean may be a love of mine. But she isn't one you'd want to get in a tied relationship man."

The griffon looked behind him to make sure his board was still there and sure enough it was. Don't know why he doubted it. Since it was there and his mind was at ease he let out a content breath and leaned up against the board and relaxed. "I plan on tackling her waves again, just gonna wait for a bit."

Maverick then turned his gaze to the stallion that was sitting next to him. "What brings you to this beach duder? Day of relaxation? Looking for some sick and gnarly waves? Trying to find that sweet beach mare or what?"

Maverick put one of his talons in the warm sand and grabbed an amount in his talon. He let it run through his talon and fall back with the other particles of sand. "Oh my bad brutha." He then extended a talon to the stallion. "Name is Maverick. What's yours man?"

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The waters of the beach were surpisingly clear on the sunny afternoon, barely trying to hide the plentiful bounty hidden beneath its fluctuating surface. A visiting griffoness was scouring for hidden treasure all morning. After scooping up a few loose pearls and pieces of ocean debris and depositing them into a bag hidden beneath one of her black wings. The experienced diver and lifeguard was done with her initial hunt for booty. The tip of a snorkel breached the surface of the water as it slowly drifted to shore in the most ominous of manners.

The cute moment between the two males was soon interrupted by the loud spouting of water from the snorkel as a black feathered griffoness burst from the ocean and gracefully landed in the sand beside the griffon and his new pony friend. The black striped hybrid spat out her blue and orange snorkel and raised her matching goggles to reveal her mischievous rose colored eyes. She excitedly looked over the two males who seemed very strange to her.

"Wow your cutie marks go all over your body. You must be the most talented pony ever," she declared excitedly before revealing her short attention span to the pair. "Wow a griffon. I didn't know there were red griffons! You're the fourth griffon I ever met and all of them seem to like water," she cheered excitedly, unable to control herself as she poked his surfboard.

Her tail was wagging excitedly as she failed to maintain her composure. The dark hybrid didn't seem to care or notice her lack of control as she gasped and covered her face with her black talons in a shy manner. "My name is Aquaria! Nice to meet both of you," she excitedly remarked opening her arms wide as she tried to hug both with all of her strength.

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Inkbrand's smile turned lazy in nature as he listened to the griffon talk, falling into his "The beach is a girl" metaphor like it was completely natural. Maybe for the obvious surfer it was? The griffon spoke with an accent that Inkbrand could recognize and couldn't name, but instinctively associated it with sprawling beaches and towering waves. The fact that the griffon was easy-going enough to recognize a joke when he heard one only made the conversation better, and the grey stallion spread himself out in the sand a bit, a comfortable sprawl as if he was the one that had lived alongside the beach all his life.

 

"Inkbrand, Tattoo Artist Extraordinaire," he announced, giving Maverick a quick hoofshake in introduction, "and yeah, 'suppose you could say that. All three at once, even." The tattoo-clad stallion knocked his sunglasses back down over his eyes and crossed his hind legs, the very picture of relaxed indifference as he basked in the sun. "Not too easy getting from Manehatten to the beach, gotta take advantage of it when I can, 'ya know?" Inkbrand drawled as he leaned back onto his forelegs, reveling in the feel of the warm sands underneath his body.

 

To hear Maverick state an intent to get back into the water wasn't all surprising, and Inkbarnd turned his muzzle towards the griffon, a sharp grin on his face. "Oh yeah? I can just dump my stuff here before we head out there," the grey stallion commented, not even questioning if he was being invited along for the griffon's planned wave riding.

 

Before he could say anymore however, Inkbrand was interrupted by a sudden arrival, offered up to him by the sea in an eerily similar way Maverick had been.

 

It took a moment for it to register that the female griffon was referring to his tattoos, causing Inkbrand's eyebrows to rise upwards in surprise and some incredulousness. Maybe she was pretty sheltered, if she didn't recognize a tattoo when she saw one. Though, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, Inkbrand thought as his gaze drifted downwards behind the dark sunglasses, his grin widening as he took in the griffon's gleaming feathers fresh from her romp in the water. More curiosity over his body, one that the grey stallion would be rather happy to allow the griffon to satiate.

 

Though apparently, she wasn't all that interested. Confusion, followed shortly by some annoyance, passed over Inkbrand's features as the griffon's attention shifted onto Maverick within a heartbeat. She seemingly had the attention span of a butterfly - though there was definitely no question that she was friendly and cheerful, traits that Inkbrand was hard pressed to find any fault in.

 

"You've got that right dollface," Inkbrand drawled, leaning back further in the sand to show off the more obscured tattoos behind his left hind leg, "more talented than your little heart could ever imagine." The grey stallion was just about to explain in exactly what ways she might have never imagined him being talented, but Aquaria unintentionally cut him off again and caused Inkbrand to briefly entertain the notion that she was an assassin sent by an ex-lover, as the griffon attempted to squeeze the both of them to death.

 

"Easy, easy there!" Inkbrand choked out, managing to loosen the griffon's hold around his neck to a moderately comfortable squeeze. He let out a gusty sigh, before a somewhat contemplative look passed over his face. Without bothering to remove himself fully from Aquaria's grip, Inkbrand leaned forward to wrap one of his forelegs around the griffon's waist, until his snout hovered next to a feather covered cheek. "Name's Inkbrand, and that's Maverick there," he murmured next to her head, voiced dropped to a husky pitch, "and so long as we're exchanging the niceties, we might as well get to know each other real well, don'tcha think?"

 

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Silver Belle would normally have been elated to be at the beach on such a beautiful day. This was a vacation that Belle had planned for quite some time and here she was with something missing... her husband. Brigadier General Brougham was currently back in Canterlot, in heated meetings about some recently acquired intel about a potential invasion by the changelings in a certain romantic city.

The lovely silver coated mare knew how important her husband's job was, but it didn't keep the classy mare from being severely disappointed. Months of planning for this lovely day at the beach was now down the drain and into the metaphorical sewers. Belle had been desiring to get out of the manor a bit more, maybe even go on some kind of adventure like her little filly who's already left the nest in search of her own destiny. For a mare like Silver Belle, she'd more or less figured out her destiny, to learn of magics many intricacies and try to catalogue it as well. Even such an important talent could be considered quite a bit ta bare on this noblepony's shoulder but she was up to the challenge... except for today. Today the Duchess needed to relax and unwind as best she could, if her husband couldn't make it she couldn't let all the work they'd done go to waste.

Today, the classy young noblemare decided to forsake her usual fancy yet simple cloak. It was somewhat odd to be out in public without... and even odder to be in a place where nopony would know who she was. On her muzzle the mare had a pair of sunglasses to protect her eyes from the obvious perpetrator in the sky. At her side she levitated a basket of lunch and also an old fashioned, yet elegant parasol. In the mare's basket she held a towel, some sandwiches, and a camera to send her husband pictures(perhaps to make him jealous that she was here...).

On her way to the beach she caught quite the interesting show; that of a griffin surfing! She couldn't help but smile and wave to him as he took notice of some of the ponies watching him. ON the next wave however he lost his balance and 'wiped out' as some of the young ones nowadays called it. Making her way to the shoreline the mare slowly approached the griffin, only to see she had been beaten to him by a strange, young, tattooed stallion. Shortly after the tattooed pony began talking to the griffin she noticed another griffin poking her head out of the water and speaking up. Since Belle was out of earshot she failed to hear what the trio was speaking about.

Once she made it to them she began to casually set up her spot on the beach as she checked on the griffin in the sand,"I suppose I'm rather late to ask this, but are you okay, Sir griffin?" she asked in her usual calm and almost regal register. While the white maned mare spoke her accent was apparent, she bore the usual non-rhotic speech pattern that belong to those native of Trottingham. Her accent still had a hint of posh-ness to it as she seemed unable to go into full on Trottingham Cockney.

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As Maverick waited to hear a response from the stallion sitting next to him he turned his gaze out to the ocean once again. He swore he could see something out there but then again he did just wipeout rather hard on the beach, so his mind could have been playing tricks on him. It looked like some kind of snorkel or something in the water but he was sure it was just nothing.

So the Griffon put both of his talons in the warm sand and burrowed them deeper and just let the warmth of the sand flow through him.

It seemed this stallion's name was Inkbrand. Seemed fitting for the stallion seeing as how he was quite tatted. They seemed rather intricate and nice on the stallion's build so he really knew what he was doing. Maverick nodded to the stallion as it seemed he was here for all three of the things he had listed. The griffon nodded yet again and still had that bright smile on his face.

When the stallion dumped his stuff next to Maverick he seemed to imply that he would be joining him on his next wave. "You ever surfed before mate? Not doubting your skills in the slightest, just curious is all."

But before Maverick could get an answer from the stallion it seemed they had another visitor. The griffon turned his head to face in the direction of the voice he heard and to his surprise it was another griffon! This griffon seemed rather excitable and it made Maverick chuckle. "Never seen a red griffon? Ha! I didn't know I wassa part of a rare species." He laughed at his own joke and kept his eyes on the young griffon as she introduced herself as Aquaria and then brought them both in for a rather tight hug. Maverick could only laugh as he put a talon around the griffon as well. "If only all the griffons or ponies I met were as nice as you! Ah world uh be a happier place." He clicked his tongue at Aquaria and cast a glance to Inkbrand who was in the hug as well. Even though he had that accident earlier this was turning out perfectly fine! No not fine, better!

Maverick was going to try and etch his way out of the hug from Aquaria but yet another voice broke his concentration that caused him to focus on something else. He turned his head from left to right and continued to miss where the voice came from. But eventually he found the location of the voice! It was from a rather elegant looking mare who was now placing her things near him and the others. Maverick still had his same bright smile on his face as he chuckled a bit to the mare. "Sir Griffon? Miss I have no title. But I appreciate it, and I appreciate you wanting to check on me."

Maverick then put the talon back on the sand that he had around Aquaria. He gaze still focused on the new mare. "Saw my wipeout didja? Totes bogus if you ask me, but then again things happen bruh." Then something hit him. The accent of this mare was something that he had only heard once, and it was quite a long time ago. He had really only know the common tongue of the beach and a few cities. By cities he meant like common speak.

Maverick himself had often been told that he has this kind of slow speaking surfer drawl but he doesn't care, he likes that. "Miss." He started as he still kept his gaze on the mare. "You from 'round these parts? That uh..yer accent seems rather." He then put his talon up and tried to act like he was trying to put his talon on exactly what he was looking for. "Like you are well off? If that sounded bad my bad duder. Twas not intentional. You'll haf to forgive me Ma'am. I really only know the Beach."

The fact that he was still being hugged by this griffon was something else. He gave a quick look over to Inkbrand and then over Aquaria and then back again to the new mare. "You know if I knew this would happen I might just wipe out more often!" He laughed at his own joke but after his laugh he looked back to the new mare. Seeing as how she spoke to him directly and she had unanswered questions from him.

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Aquaria's long striped tail wagged with excitement as she did her best to maintain some level of decorum, which for her was apparently none at all as she found the pair accepting her hug, albeit in a manner that didn't affect their breathing. When he mentioned that he was the most talented pony around, she gasped in surprise, wondering if Inkbrand were some kind of super pony. His confidence and her naive personality mixed in manner that seemed to allow her to believe most of his clearly exaggerated assertions. "Well I can imagine a lot Inky! What can you do? Can you give griffons cutie marks? That would be awesome," she asked excitedly of the pony in a long series of questions as she tried to prevent herself from flying up into the air and trying to do a backflip. Her black talons dug into the sand as she held back her urges to give the pony another one of her patented strangle hugs.

The male griffon spoke to her as well, seeming surprised that she didn't know griffons came in other colors. The next thing she knew, he was going to say that black and blue griffons were the odd colors, which clearly was wrong because all of the griffons she knew were like that, even if they all were the exception to the rule. When he made a comment about everyone in the world being as happy as her, she giggled and nodded in agreement. "If everyone was as happy as me, we would giggle forever and never get any work done. I think the whole world would be hugged to death too," she added with laugh as Inkbrand mostly broke her grip for his own safety. She was going to ask Maverick another question when the arrival of another pony distracted the griffoness as she asked about the health of the crashed surfer.

She smiled and waved at the new pony, but remembered her own last instance of surfing at the remarks of the unicorn. "The last time I went surfing, I crashed into the water, and into the bottom of the ocean. It hurt really bad, and now that I mention it, that was the first time I went surfing too! Be careful, I don't have much experience performing CPR on griffons! I mainly do it on pony surfers who have wicked wipe outs," she explained, grabbing her rear as she remembered how bad it hurt. Aquaria made a mental note to be careful while surfing. She decided to leave Maverick to the more concerned Pony who actually saw his accident and turn her attention back to the earth pony who was talking to her earlier.

When he offered to let them know each other real well, her face narrowed in a serious manner before she giggled again and nodded in agreement. The naive hybrid didn't know what the lecherous stallion had meant, but agreed to it nonetheless, knowing that she loved meeting new people. She had never really met anyone who tried to cause harm to her, not that many ponies were brave enough to mess with a griffon, especially one with such a pointy beak. "So what do you wanna do Inky?" she asked in her own innocent way as she patiently sat on her haunches in front of the earth pony while she waited for some form of direction from him.

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What a fantastic day for a vacation out on the beach. After so many long and stressful weeks at work, tugging along trains all across Equestria to Celestia knows where, RailGear had finally found some down time to enjoy himself. He had been on the beach in a volleyball court with three others. A good ole game of two on two with the score currently four to luv. With RailGear's team being unable to score for the most part of the game. It wasn't that they were simply unskilled at sports, it was just that the other team happened to be incredibly good. And it's not like winning actually mattered, he was having a grand time!

The colossal and quite sturdily built pony was out of his usual uniform, so the wind blew through his long messy mane and locks. His locks blew freely from his body, and was supsended in place, but rose and fall every so often. The crowd watching him and the rest of the players, other ponies whom also pulled trains along with RailGear, consisted mostly of Young mares and fillies. Even with all the noises they had been making, the colossal pony didn't seem to notice them.

The ball had been served once more, and bumped back up into the air by his team mate. Seeing it now just right within reach, Rail had reared back onto his haunches and lept up into the air. He brought a massive hoof down to spike it down into the dirt. The force in which the ball had been struck had caused the ball to suddenly warp in shape in mid air, before rocketing off in a complete blur. The ball didn't make it over the net. But it didn't go under the net either. Instead, it struck the net, and uprooted the poles that were holding it in place. It drug it along for a few feet, before finally the string in the net gave out, letting the volleyball go tearing through the air past the screaming crowd. Behind it, was a cloud of sand that it's tailwind had picked up.

“AH NO,” screamed RailGear, after realizing he had struck the ball to hard once more. This would be the perfect explanation for the large crate of spare volleyballs the Rail Jockeys had brought with them. That, and the remains of several balls, along with many different replaced nets, and four large craters just right outside the court.

The pony went chasing after the ball. His hooves thundering hard against the sand as he repeatedly screamed out to the crowds who were soon about to fall victim to a stray ball, “GET DOWN! GET DOWN AH SAY!”

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In all honesty, Nightflight was surprised to still be excited upon reaching Seasaddle Bay.

Of course, she acknowledged, getting only four hours of sleep before dawn WAS bound to be quite an obvious damper to anypony's energy levels, even for a near-nocturnal night owl like herself. Thankfully the train ride had been long enough to allow the pegasus a good, deep nap, enough to sufficiently make up for the lack of proper sleep the night before, so that now she was able to alertly take in the sights and ponies around her. She paused at the edge of a boardwalk to close her eyes and draw a slow breath, drinking in the deliciously cool breeze and tang of seashore air. How drastically different this place was from the white-washed cloud formations and sizzling ground expanses of Las Pegasus...and to think what it would be like experiencing this under the shadow and silver wash of the moon! Nightflight's wing's twitched longingly at the thought of soaring over a star dusted ocean and smooth, sweeping plains, almost itching to rush open and launch straight forward into nighttime right then and there--

But, of course, no amount of longing or love for the night could ever be sufficient to alter the flow of time. She had to remind herself of the heat of the sun, beaming down on her coat and through her eyelids, to keep her wings folded and hooves securely on the ground. Soon, the charcoal pony promised herself. In the meantime, at least, she intended to take full advantage of her vacation from work and get in some long overdue sleep catch-up and relaxation. She stepped down off of the boardwalk, sucking in a surprised breath and doing a quick little hopskip as her hooves made contact with hot sand, and quickly dance-hopped her way over to a clear spot, hastily tugging out a towel from her saddlebags to flap onto the ground and scramble onto. Nightflight let out a low sigh of relief for her hooves and dropped down to sit, slinging her bag to the side and rummaging about for a bit before producing a rather lovingly battered book, following which the lean adolescent shifted over onto her side and settled in for a good, long rea--

"GET DOWN! GET DOWN AH SAY!"

...Nightflight had barely registered the booming roar and thunder of heavy hooves before thinking to throw herself aside, scant moments before an immense brown blur surged past where she had just been lying down. The shaken pegasus turned her attention to the stallion and--now that she noticed--the smaller speeding projectile preceding him, the latter of which seemed more or less to be heading in the direction of...some grouping of griffons and ponies...? Oh, no.

"Hey...HEY!" She leapt up onto her hooves, bellowing urgently in the little group's direction. "ONCOMING! HEADS UP!"

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Well, that was easy, if a little disturbing. Obviously, the griffon was of the naive sort that probably wouldn't get a flirtatious come-on if it danced naked in front of her face, but that had never stopped Inkbrand before. Unless her naiveté started getting tedious and redundant, then he'd probably have to find some excuse not to get strangled to death every time he suggested they get to know each other better. If she got that excited simply meeting new ponies, what was she like with her friends?

 

"You could practice some more pony CPR on me," the grey stallion proposed in a completely serious tone of voice as he lay back down on the warm sand, forelegs crossed behind his head. The grin splitting his lips, however, belied his seriousness somewhat. "Long as you promise not to bite, you can practice all day long, babe." Of course, he never promised he wouldn't bite - or lick, or pounce, or grope, or any of the above.

 

Idly, Inkbrand wondered what would happen if Aquaria did take him up on that offer - had he ever kissed a griffon before? He thought he would have remembered if he had. A glance at that sharp beak almost had him reconsidering, but he had never been one to back down from a challenge before. Besides, how many of his friends could claim to have made out with a griffon, supposedly the fiercest and wildest residents of the sky? Buck, Hoof Beat would be green with envy.

 

Hearing Maverick speaking to somepony else, however, had Inkbrand's attention turning slightly towards his right - and almost without thought, he was pushing himself up onto his elbows, one hoof coming up to bring his sunglasses down towards his nose so he could see better. Hot bucking pony feathers, he thought belatedly, as his eyes roamed down the pristine silver coat the mare was sporting. She looked older than him, but the mare still gave off a polished air, as if age actually increased her beauty rather than decreased it. Inkbrand let himself drink in his fill, not making any secret of it, though a second later, the pony's words - her slight accent - as she conversed with Maverick gave him pause, causing him to freeze like a dog on the scent. Another second later, and Maverick's answer confirmed his own suspicions, making a scowl flit briefly across Inkbrand's face, before he settled his sunglasses back onto his head and fell back onto the sand.

 

Bucking high bred.

 

That was more than enough to deter him, though Inkbrand didn't mind letting his eyes wander over the slim legs and lithe body from the seclusion underneath his sunglasses. Maybe later he would hit her up, just to see if he could get a rile from her -

 

"ONCOMING! HEADS UP!"

 

…What?

 

Inkbrand got back up into a sitting position, just in time to throw himself flat into the sand with a single cry of "Bucking buck me!" as a white projectile narrowly missed clipping off both his ears and Aquaria's feathers, propelling into the ocean where it landed with a torrential splash!. It felt like a small eternity before Inkbrand pulled his head back up, staring incredulously at the spot where the - volleyball, that was a volleyball floating in the water, and how the hay had a volleyball gotten that much force to zoom past them like that?!

 

The sound of cantering hooves made Inkbrand whip his head back around, immediately spotting a very burly stallion trotting up to them, followed by a dark Pegasus that looked distinctly out of place on the bright beach setting. The shout that had warned them in time had been feminine, but the stallion coming towards them looked like the far more likely culprit, and that was more than enough for Inkbrand.

 

"You son of a Diamond Dog," the grey Earth Pony snapped, whipping his sunglasses off his face and dropping them to the side as he clambered to his hooves, raising one to shake it in the brown stallion's direction, "what the buck did you do, shoot the thing out of a bucking canon?!" Inkbrand didn't even stop to think if his anger was justified - it clearly bucking was! A stray ball from a volleyball game would have been annoying enough, but the sheer force of this one had been unreal. If it had hit anypony, Inkbrand had no doubt they would have ended up in the hospital…at best.

 

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The large stallion watched in horror, mid stampede as the ball was now hurtling towards a large group. What a perfect way to destroy a perfect day. Such collateral damage awaited! Ponies and griffons could be placed in the hospital, or worse! THE MORGUE! His jaw dropped as his eyes dialated. A high pitched scream now replaced his usual deep baritone voice, “NOOOOooooOOoOOOO!”

It was at that instant a small flashback came into mind. “I don't want you playin sports, understand Raily,” Said a large rough looking mare to a much younger RailGear. “But I won't get hurt mama,” he retorted. But the lady stood her ground firmly, “I'm not worried about you getting hurt! I am worried about you hurtin somepony else!”

Though the ball had tore through the air without striking anypony or creature, it did hit the water with enough force to cause a large canon ball like splash on it's own. Sending a few surface dwelling fish rocketing through the air and landing back in the water. Through an epihany of horror and shock, the large stallion did finally come to another sudden revelation. He should of listened that day, and now here he was nearly killing another pony... or more. “Mama would be cross with me if she found out...” he thought to himself.

Rail gear finally came a skidding hault. His hooves kicking sand out in front of him repeatedly to bring himself to a hurried stop before he completely ran over the gray pony beneath him. And looked down to him hoping he was alright. A hoof was drawn worriedly up to his maw, and was being chewed on by his large teeth. Ears laid back, and eyes wide.

"You son of a Diamond Dog," the grey Earth Pony snapped, whipping his sunglasses off his face and dropping them to the side as he clambered to his hooves, raising one to shake it in the brown stallion's direction, "what the buck did you do, shoot the thing out of a bucking canon?!"

Even though the colossal RailGear had completely towered over Inkbrand, he couldn't help but to cower, dropping his head and body low to the ground ashamedly. How could he not be ashamed? He nearly ruined somepony's day! He slowly pulled his hoof from his teeth and raised it up. He gave the wrist a light wag to gesture the motion of a light spike.

“Uh... Ah uh... ah s-spiked it.... with mah hoof... playin volley ball,” he explained, nervously. He then pointed to the volleyball court down the beach. The other rail jockies who were also on vacation, were busy re-erecting the net, while one other looked down at where the ball had skimmed the ground. After determining it to technically being a goal, a new number was placed over the Zero on the board. Overall, the court did look like a battlefield with the ruined balls, and craters around it.

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One could only hold a glance to a silent pony for so long. But really it had only been a few seconds though to the Griffon as he waited for a response from the new mare it felt like forever. She seemed to be fine with sitting next to them seeing as how she had set up her stuff next to him, the surfer certainly didn't mind at all.

Every now and then he would catch bits of talk from the conversation between Aquaria and Inkbrand and he would accidentally eavesdrop a bit. The things Ink said made the griffon chuckle but he really had no idea if the other griffon was up for it. At least they were getting along just fine.

Then came the sounds of screaming from a few beach goers behind the group and yells directed towards the stationary group of ponies and griffons. Maverick turned his head to see that a speeding volleyball was heading straight for them. In a quick reaction he got up from the sand and seemed to cover the mare whom he had been waiting for a response from. He wasn't all over her mind you, just had a talon around part of her and had moved to block the ball that never came.

In his sudden move to get up his light blue and white surfboard fell to the sandy ground with a soft but audible "thunk". He looked up from the sand to see that the ball had actually almost hit Aquaria and Ink but the two were fine. The large splash that the volleyball caused in the ocean caused Maverick to raise an eyebrow and let out a whistle. He was impressed.

The griffon got up from the sand and looked to the mare as he took his talon off of her. "You alright Miss?" He was sure she was alright, but then again you never know. The sudden move could have jolted her of caused a twist or something. One could never be too careful.

Maverick then looked over to Ink as he seemed to be giving a piece of his mind to the stallion must have caused the ball to come their way. He was a rather burly looking stallion.

Maverick intercepted between Ink and the burly stallion with looks to both of them. "Dudes. Calm it down. It was an accident!" The griffon gave a rather content smile to the stallion who sent the ball. He put a talon on his back and looked past him to see the volleyball court that he used to be playing at. Well the court that used to be there. "You've got some power there my friend." He gave another pat to the stallion and then put his talon back on the sand. "That always happen when you play volleyball?" He let out a few happy chuckles at his joke and backed away from the middle of Ink and the stallion. "All my days on this beach I've seen some crazy volleyball players. Seen a lot of crazy things really." The griffon shrugged and still had that same happy smile on his face. "Just like, be more careful next time dude. If you watch yourself next time and I'm not out on a wave I might just join you." Again he gave a quick pat to the stallion and then turned his gaze to Ink who still seemed rather angry. He kept his head turned to the stallion but looked over to see the mare still there and Aquaria. Just checking. "Now. You alright?"

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Aquaria's attention was fully captured by the suave stallion as he made the error of offering her cpr practice. Her rose colored eyes lit up when he offered to let her practice, something she always needed to do. Her long striped tail wagged excitedly as she scooted in closer to show him how to perform it. Before she could start the demonstration, a wild volleyball whizzed past her head, lightly rustling her dark head feathers.

The griffoness turned her head to side and watched the spectacle of the massive impact in the water. She gasped in delight, almost about to retrieve the ball before being interrupted by an explosive tirade by Inkbrand. He seemed super mad about the accident, something she could clearly see.

"It's okay Inky, just an accident. We can play volleyball after I'm done teaching you how to perform cpr, " she explained, watching the very angered pony. She observing his expression and 'realized' he was hyperventilating for her, clearly acting that way for her to fix him up with a bit of beak to mouth! It was so noble of him to sacrifice his body so she could give everyone a lesson.

"You're so brave Inky! Gather around everyone, free lesson for everyone," she cheered, sweeping the tattoo artist off his hooves as she started the demonstration. "Step one, place the victim, on their back," she started, making sure he was flat to the ground, the stallion probably unaware that he was going to be a victim. "The second step is to provide two deep breaths into the lungs of the victim to keep their tissues alive until proper medical care can arrive," she explained, lowering her head and opening her maw as she pressed beak against his lips as she opened his mouth with her talons. She took deep breaths and breathed into his mouth while kissing, her beak surprisingly smooth and safe as she 'revived' him. When she was done, she released the kiss and lowered her talons down to his chest.

"More important than that though is getting one hundred chest compressions a minute for every two mouth to mouths. Ponies are easier to do than griffons because they only need about four centimeters of chest compression," she explained excitedly, not giving Inkbrand time to speak as she started her demonstration.

Aquaria pressed down on his chest hard with both of her strong talons as she started actual compressions, his chest collapsing accordingly as she forced circulation of life giving air and blood through his body. Unfortunately for the stallion, she gave an accurate display, compressing his chest about 100 times over the course of a minute until she stopped to check on the artist.

"Any questions? You okay Inky," Aquaria asked in a sincere manner as she checked on the new victim, not quite aware that living test dummies were a little different from the ones in lifeguard class.

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Nightflight skidded to a much less frantic stop behind the hulking stallion, her breathing starting to slow and calm again as a quick glance-over made it obvious nobody had been hurt. "Brother...okay. That was...way too close. Okay. At least everypony's okay, ri--"

"You son of a Diamond Dog," she found herself cut off as one of the ponies, a remarkably ink-patterned stallion, rose to his hooves to start railing on the increasingly anxious-looking ball spiker. "What the buck did you do, shoot the thing out of a bucking canon?!"

A scowl quickly crossed onto the pegasus' muzzle. Frankly she wasn't surprised at the vehement reaction--she would have been freaking out too, if she'd been just inches away from being slammed in the head or face with a faster-than-acceptable missile object! At the same time, though, the larger stallion now huddling shamefacedly on the ground was obviously more than apologetic about the mishap--she might have almost dared to say horror-struck--and the tattooed one just reminded her way too much of some of the more crass, self-superior ponies she'd had to deal with at the cloud surfing station back home. Her station supervisor mindset kicked in, prompting the adolescent filly to raise her head up high and cross around to brace her hooves stiff against the sand, muzzle opening to tell the gray stallion to lay off--

"Dudes. Calm it down. It was an accident!"

On second thought, it seemed one of the griffons had gotten the same idea, and beaten her to the chase. Nightflight stood awkwardly frozen in place for a moment before thinking to close her mouth; watching the red-tipped griffon and the inked stallion, it seemed the situation was gradually getting back under control after all. Maaayyybe she would just be of the most help right now by helping to retrieve the volleyball back (or, likely, what was left of it), and not interrupting this resolution in the works. She settled for simply shooting the unfavorable gray stallion a brief, dirty look before pushing off the ground to glide out over the water. A quick scan from where she hovered allowed her to locate the brilliant white ball in seconds, and the pegasus dipped down to scoop up the ball carefully between her forehooves.

"Holy Horsefeathers." Nightflight let out a low whistle as it became obvious now just how battered the volleyball had become from such a crazy hit. It was still holding together for now, but a couple of the seams definitely seemed to have burst, and a few strips of the white covering had detached partly to flap limp in the breeze. Yep, it was definitely a VERY good thing this hadn't hit anyone with that kind of force behind it. She turned to flap back towards the giant brown stallion, touching down alongside to gingerly lower the ball, and for a moment oblivious to how events had unfolded while she had her back turned. "Here you go, big guy," she told him, softening her voice in hopes of conveying that everything was alright and all forgiven. "It's a bit torn up, but it shouldn't be anything some quick repairs can't fix. Nopony got hurt, so no harm done, really. All the same, you really ought to be more careful of your...strength..."

Only towards the tail end of her sentence had Nightflight turned, finally becoming aware of the rather...enthusiastic...demonstration the darker of the griffons had apparently decided to enact on the tattooed pony. "What," was the only, very blank thought the pegasus absentmindedly transferred into words, not quite sure what the appropriate reaction or thing to do was right then.

"More important than that though is getting one hundred chest compressions a minute. Ponies are easier to do than griffons because they only need about four inches of chest compression--"

Was she still half-asleep after all? Surely her brain must have been screwing with her with a dream or something for things to be changing note so abruptly and wildly. She knocked a hoof tentatively against the side of her head, in a halfway attempt to see if she was actually awake.

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(OOC: I'm sorry but could we please have an established posting order?something like:

Derpyy

Gerrard

Twobits

Zoe

Zeig

Moonshine

have a post planned but after someone went before i could which i Understood was after Zeig I had to spend more time to change it.)

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"Sir Griffon? Miss I have no title. But I appreciate it, and I appreciate you wanting to check on me. Saw my wipeout didja? Totes bogus if you ask me, but then again things happen bruh."

"Miss." He started as he still kept his gaze on the mare. "You from 'round these parts? That uh..yer accent seems rather. Like you are well off? If that sounded bad my bad duder. Twas not intentional. You'll haf to forgive me Ma'am. I really only know the Beach."

"You know if I knew this would happen I might just wipe out more often!"

The stately mare giggles lightly as Maverick's first reply to her,"Sorry about that, a bit of a force of habit I suppose. I've been referring to many individuals as sir since I was a filly." the mare smiled kindly and surfer griffin. His accent was rather charming in a strange way, although some of the lingo did fly over the mare's head. Words like 'Totes', 'bogus', and 'bruh' weren't something was included in the high class education she'd received as a foal. Not even her own common bred husband had taught her any of those terms... but then again he wasn't even close to from this region of the world. In the end the silver coated could only force a slightly awkward smile as she felt herself at a verbal disadvantage for the moment.

The question posed by the young beach-based griffin was much easier to understand, however it gave her a moments pause. She had come here to relax and she might not be able to do that to thebest of her ability if she went around telling everypony just how 'well off' she truly was. She decided it was best to answer as best she could without lying outright,"You could say I'm rather well off... and I'm actually from Trottingham." Hearing the griffin apologize if he offended her she could only chuckle,"No need to worry. I'm not offended in the least. Today I'm just a normal pony." As she watched Aquaria hug the griffin whose name she had yet to learn she tiled her head curiously at them,"Oh is this griffin your... significant other?"

"GET DOWN! GET DOWN AH SAY!"

"Hey...HEY!" She leapt up onto her hooves, bellowing urgently in the little group's direction. "ONCOMING! HEADS UP!"

"You alright Miss? "

Before the mare could get a response from the friendly griffin she looked back to see a ball hurtling towards her group. Goodness that thing was coming fast! Dropping most of her supplies the mare decided to try and catch the item with her magic but before she could the griffin brought her down to duck and avoid the ball that went soaring past. Once she looked up from the sand she coughed and wiggled her muzzle at the bits of sand that were flung up by the griffin's sudden protective motion. After a couple coughs the waif-ish looking mare smiled at the griffin who tried to protect her, before she could thank him though her attention was diverted by the sound of some very colorful language.

"Bucking buck me!"

"You son of a Diamond Dog, what the buck did you do, shoot the thing out of a bucking canon?!"

"Dudes. Calm it down. It was an accident!"

"Now. You alright?"

Well this earth stallion sure had quite the colorful vocabulary. He also had quite temper on him too, although belle was hardly one to call him out on it due to her own past with tantrums in the like. The stallion that had thrown had soon come into view. He was quite a strong looking stallion, in a way he reminded her of a certain pony that was supposed to be here. BEcause of that slight visual reminder it made it hard for the noblepony to stay mad at him. Before she herself could speak in his defense though the griffin from before had attempted to alleviate the situation and then asked her if she was alright once more. Levitating a handkerchief from her basket she wiped her face free of any bits of sand,"Oh,I'm fine, Mister... I don't believe I got your name."

In the meantime it seemed that the grey stallion with the yellow headband and fancy tattoos was receiving CPR from the griffoness, Belle couldnt' help but wonder if she might have been using too much strength,"I'm not a life guard or anything... but do you think you should let up a bit on the force you're putting on his chest?"

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Sweet bucking Luna, he was going to die. Ironic, seeing how the griffon was trying to demonstrate how to get a pony to live.

 

Seriously, who thought they'd be going on vacation to fight for their life? First the volleyball from Tartarus, now this.

 

Though it hadn't started out this bad, no. Inkbrand could vaguely remembering staring down the cause of this chaos, still inflamed and incensed. But even if Maverick hadn't stepped in, the sight of the burly stallion literally deflating before his eyes like a little bucking filly would have calmed him down shortly enough. The guy was built like a freight train, yet had all the confidence of a toy firetruck. Inkbrand had let out an annoyed huff of breath to show how incredulous he still was about nearly getting his head lobbed off, but had settled for raising a disdainful eyebrow at the brown stallion as Maverick had gotten between them, speaking of world peace and butterflies and everything else.

 

Which, despite knowing and appreciating how chill the griffon was, had still caught Inkbrand by some surprise. The stallion had, judging from the volleyball net his friends were resurrecting, not only spiked the volleyball into the net with enough force to tear the metal poles straight out from the ground, but hit it hard enough that its momentum hadn't slowed at all after hitting the net, continuing on with the same great force to almost tear off their heads.

 

Was that even bucking possible through sheer strength alone? No way.

 

"Hnn," Inkbrand had grunted in answer to Maverick's question, though with a pointed sneer aimed at the burly brown stallion, "sure, fine. Just make sure he doesn't - " He'd meant to tell off the stallion from using his obviously phenomenal strength to kill ponies, but the claws that had suddenly encased his body had had him pausing, look down at the offending appendages with an extremely intelligent "Huh?", before the world had been wrought upside with all the air leaving his body.

 

And, subsequently being forced back into his body. Which brought him back to the present.

 

Inkbrand hadn't even had the time and energy to properly enjoy the sensation of another's mouth on his, hadn't been able to take advantage of the situation by sticking his tongue down her throat. Instead, he was forced to lay back and accept what felt like gallons of air being shoved into his lungs as those powerful claws had held his jaws wide open, even as his limbs flailed about like a beached fish, before the same claws had moved down to his chest and started pressing. And that was putting it mildly. It seemed to last forever - and to top it all off, Inkbrand was vaguely aware of Aquaria's happy and completely-out-of-her-bucking-mind-voice commenting throughout the whole thing.

By the end of it all, Inkbrand was feeling distinctly violated, in the strictest, non-sensual meaning of the word.

 

Inkbrand thought he might have curled up into a little ball when the claws finally let him go, but he was mostly just aware of 'PAIN. SUFFERING. AGHSGHSJAHA' as he expelled a coughing fit of air, trying to get his breath back. The black spots in his vision, after taunting him for a good amount of time, slowly started to fade away, until the grainy sands of the beach finally encompassed his vision again. Somepony might have said something to him, but to the grey Earth Pony, it all pretty much was white noise, until he finally uncurled himself and got to his wobbly hooves, staring blearily into nothing in front of him.

 

"Nobody, bucking," move, was what he wanted to say, because they all kept moving and dancing around in his vision. But the last word never came out, as Inkbrand abruptly turned and wobbled over to the shoreline. Without any preamble, the tattoo-clad stallion flopped straight onto his belly laying parallel to the coast, not even flinching when the cold ocean waters splashed onto shore and slipped all around his poor, abused ribs and chest. He just…just, needed to cool off, yeah, that was it. And maybe duck his head into the water, and maybe pack up all his things, cuss out each and every pony and creature present, and head back home.

 

For now though, all of those things sounded like they needed energy and movement, so Inkbrand forbore doing any of his mental suggestions in favor of simply laying in the surf, grumbling under his breath as his heart rate eventually slowed back down to a slightly more acceptable rate.

 

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Railgear's eyes watched the gray pony as he seemed to just continue on with his display of sheer rage. The pony didn't want to get in a fight, especially on the beach. And for all he knew, the little gray pony could actually kick his flank up the nearest palm tree and call it a night. The mighty cowering stallion from across the beach now slowly rose back up to his hooves as the red Griffon interjected. He was a little bit surprised by his behavior, especially when he said he might join the pony in a game of volleyball. Sadly, the only reason he could actually play with his rail buddies, were that they were all almost as tough as he was, though not quite as strong. And for this griffon to say he wanted to join him in a game, would be like saying that this griffon wanted to play mortal combat with his life. And he would be the only one that would wind up dieing no matter what he did, maybe in just two pieces if he was lucky that the ball just merely grazed him.

“Nope. This be my first game. Uh... ah never really played much sports. Mama, wouldn't let me... sayin that I may hurt some pony,” he rumbled through his deep voice. He then placed his hoof back down in the sand. The sand around his hoof puffed up into the air in a small plume, and settled back down. Then a the recollection came back once more. His head dipped in shame for a moment, before finally raising back up. “Ah don't have much control over mah strength. Been pullin trains and freights across Equestria since ah was a colt. And then some. And well... ah don't won't to hurt no pony.”

His gaze then flicked upwards as he heard the fluttering of wings. Well looks like somepony was kind to go rescue the traumatized ball. Not like the large stallion would dare to, being mostly muscle with very little fat tends to mean you sink faster then a boulder in a puddle.

"Here you go, big guy," she told him, softening her voice in hopes of conveying that everything was alright and all forgiven. "It's a bit torn up, but it shouldn't be anything some quick repairs can't fix. Nopony got hurt, so no harm done, really. All the same, you really ought to be more careful of your...strength..."

“Thank ya,” the large stallion chimed. A smile crossing his lips as he reached up with his hooves to take the ball back. His eyes surveyed the damage. He gave it a poke with his hoof, and heard a light hiss of air suddenly leaking out. The sound was almost like a pittiful plea for some pony to just end it's missery. “Uh... well, it won't last another hit. The boys and I brought plenty of spares...”

And then he glanced back to the rest of the group. He was about to offer an invintation over to his section of the beach to join him on a picnic featuring a large amount of food. That was till he saw an over-eager and bat-dung insane griffon giving beak to muzzle to a pony who didn't need it. His jaw dropping once more, as his hoof returned to his teeth. He watched the display in horror as the Griffon just seemed... to be killing the poor thing. Killing him with a procedure that's ironically enough supposed to save someone's life!

But when it was over and done with, the pony spun around and hurtled the ball back to the volley ball courts with his hoof. Well, attempted to anyways. The ball was thrown at a loft. But instead of coming back down to it's intended location, it tore a hole through the clouds... where it likely left orbit. And possibly shooting off to the moon... and cave in some poor moon creature's cranium. But it didn't! In fact, just before the ball left the mesosphere, gravity managed to rescue the poor thing, and pulled it back to the safety of the planets grace! It fell slowly at first... but as to how gravity works... it's speed quickly built up. It fell and fell and fell, growing faster, till it's shape was warped and more bits of it's skin was peeling off. Finally, it struck the dirt. A loud rumble could be heard from it's impact. A large cloud of dust stated that it had landed only forty feet away from it's intended location.

He turned back around, and dipped his head down to check on the pony. Though, through the logic of his own family line... his first look was to the ears. After all, the motto was “I'm not hurt till I'm bleedin from my ears.” But maybe it wasn't meant to be taken literally? “Erm... well, he's fine... he's not bleedin from the ears....” RailGear rumbled as he looked back up to the crowd, “why don't yall come on over to my spot? Ah can make it up to yall with the lunch ah packed for meh and the boys. More than enough for everyone.”

He didn't wait for a response any longer, his head was reared back, looking down to the shivering Inkbrand below. He inhaled deeply, and shot his head downwards. His nose struck the sand like a spade, letting the rest of his face eat the grit. In just a few seconds, his head had been completely buried in sand, angled slightly to get underneath the gray ponies body. A moment later, the colossal stallion violently ripped his head out in an upward motion, though the force was measured carefully this time around. The motion of his head being used like a scoop, sent grit flying in a mighty crescent shape through the air. If poor Inkbrand hadn't moved out of the way in time, he may find himself suddenly being hurled up into the air a few feet, just to land on RailGear's hardened back muscles. "Come on little buddy, let's get yah some grub so ya can feel better."

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" AWWWW YEEEEAH! "

the dualtoned maned white unicorn was absolutely in her element in a place like this - a sunkissed day surrounded by ponies, sun, sand and sea...the perfect locale for a mare looking for a good time and to socialise - sure, she was here to do a l'il gig and such later on in the day, but right now she simply wanted to engage in ALL of the fun....ponies all over were simply having the times of their lives, alongside griffons and other assorted creatures.

It was clear that on a day like this, there really was no better place to be but right here with so many others who were feelin' the same groove!

From the moment she had set hoof onto the sand, she had felt some pretty amazing vibes coming from the ponies and creatures who were all flocking here to enjoy their vacations...from the griffon who'd clearly wiped out from boarding and suffered from a beakful of sand, to the tatooist who was seemingly covered in pretty interesting works, or the white mare who seemed all dressed up with nopace to go...

There were plenty of others around the location, however, and she took a small trot to go and investigate...she always liked to get t'know ponies who may wind up sharing a dancefloor that she was running - although naturally that wasn't likely for a good while 'til later. Still, for the immediate time right now, Vinyl was just out and about to mingle an' see just what kinda crazy things were goin' on around here...ponies here, ponies there, ponies everywhere - Fun was definitely here to be had, and the DJ Unicorn wanted to be right there in the thick of it when it went down...it was in her nature to enjoy life as it happened afterall!

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Aquaria watched the reaction of Inkbrand when she ceased her cpr on him. He seemed to struggle to catch his breath, the earth pony recovering from the very rough cpr lesson. He seemed to mutter something incoherent as he regained his bearings and crawled over to the ocean.

Aquaria clasped her talons together in a proud manner as she looked over the 'selfless' stallion. The bubbly griffon wiggled her hips excitedly as she looked back at the crowd of concerned onlookers behind her. "Everyone give Inky a round of applause for being kind enough to us show how to do CPR. It might be a bit painful to receive it while conscious, but remember not to hold back when you do it. Your chest compressions need to be deep enough to simulate breathing," Aquaria explained excitedly for the crowd as she crawled over beside him.

When nobody had any questions on how to perform the cpr, she wiggled with excitement, the delusional griffoness suspecting she had done a great job instructing. "Thanks for being so brave Inky! Most ponies don't like getting CPR with chest compressions. I'm sorry if it hurt you a little bit. You're the bravest, most selfless stallion I have ever met. Thank you for everything, " she remarked warmly, leaning in and giving him a more proper kiss on the cheek as she tried to cheer him up.

"Be careful not to drink too much seawater, I would hate to have to perform cpr on you for real," the griffoness complimented excitedly as she carefully hugged him around the neck in the safest way she could imagine.

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((OOC: Okay, so after my post, I believe we'll just be waiting on Derpyy to finish up the posting order? So for future reference, it looks like it's shaped up to be:

Zoe

Zeig

Moonshine

Robikku

Gerrard

TwoBits

Derpyy

Is this an order we can all agree on for future posts in this thread? Due to expansion if we get more folks, of course.))

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Mmmmmm, nope. Nothing had really changed with the quick pain of knocking a hoof against her head. It looked like Nightflight was completely awake after all.

"I...see," she managed finally, after a pause following the end of the griffoness' 'lesson'. "That...that was certainly informative. Thanks...?" Her tone trailed off into a barely audible sort of questioning at the tail end of the sentence, though even if somepony (or griffon) did manage to catch it, it wouldn't exactly have held any mean intent to it. She glanced over to the unfortunate stallion flopped down in the surf--even having initially disliked the pony, she couldn't help but sympathize with him a little, what with the abrupt and harsh treatment his body had just gone through. Still, at least he didn't seem to be in immediate need of medical attention, so...that was that, apparently. Nightflight was already half-turned to depart and head back to her spot when the large rail pony's rumbling voice caught her ear, bringing her to a pause.

“Why don't yall come on over to my spot? Ah can make it up to yall with the lunch ah packed for meh and the boys. More than enough for everyone.”

Come to think of it, she did feel up for a bit of socialization, despite the incident that had kicked this whole thing off. And, surely a group picnic would be a better way to pass the time than just sitting passively with a book? It was a good book, but--let's be honest, she had plenty of open time over the next few days to get it finished.

"Really? That actually sounds really great, thanks so much," Nightflight responded, real enthusiasm and warmth in her expression. "I just gotta go get my things real quick and then I'll catch up to you in a second. That alright?"

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Inkbrand might have let out some sort of intelligent noise or sound, a "erugh" mixed together with a "warble", as his surprisingly comfortable make-out session with the beach was interrupted for a brief moment, thanks to the talons pulling and wrapping around his neck.

 

In a much nicer way this time than her previous chokehold, though. Inkbrand shifted open one eye lazily, still too tired or sore to even begin taking advantage of the situation, though he did manage to reach up one hoof to wrap around Aquaria in a one-legged hold, before the griffon had released him to flop back down into the sand. Still as comfortable as before, and if Inkbrand was warmer now from the hug, he didn't show it as the cold waves caressed at his underbelly again. Buck. She was still as crazy as buck all, but that didn't mean why the buck is the beach falling away from me.

 

…Oh. That would be because of a brown, burly pony flinging him into the air.

 

Inkbrand landed with a loud "Oof! onto the insanely strong pony's back, and made weak token protests even as he was carted off Tartarus knows where. He wasn't some filly to be carried on a back like a damsel in distress, buck it! But the grey stallion still couldn't find much energy inside him to do more than push himself slightly up on the other's back and shove a hoof against the back of the stallion's head to show his displeasure. Buck, this guy was solid muscle underneath him. What did they even feed him on whatever backwater farm he grew up on?

 

Whatever they did, it was clearly working as the stallion settled him back down into the sand, near the group of ponies he'd apparently been playing volleyball with earlier. Inkbrand settled his sneer onto the stallion's back as he went to rummage around for something, too incensed to notice any familiar faces that might have been nearby. The sight of food suddenly appearing, however, made his stomach growl low, reminding him of his own food supply in his bag and surfboard that was still next to Maverick. That didn't stop Inkbrand from eyeing the food the stallion appeared with however, a contemplative look replacing his sneer.

 

Well. When had he ever turned down free food? Eating the stallion out of house and home was the least bucking thing he could do, in return for almost being killed and subsequently suffocated.

 

Another moment passed, before Inkbrand grunted, and swiped two sandwiches from the stallion without a word, stuffing nearly half of one in his mouth in one go. He took his time swallowing - how bucking ironic would that be, to choke on his food after all this - but almost instantly, the relief to his mouth started settling the simmering anger burning in the back of his mind. In another instant, Inkbrand had already scarfed down one sandwich, eyes drifting over the stallion before swiveling back to the other ponies and griffons, most of whom were still lingering by the shore. The tattoo-clad stallion waved his other purloined sandwich in the air, beckoning the others, before turning back to the stallion, eyes sharp and calculating.

 

"Suppose this is a start," he mused, falsely amicable as he leant backward to recline in the sand. "'Ya know, for you almost killing us." The thought of it still boggled Inkbrand's mind, so much so that he wasn't ready to fully believe it yet anyways. "You got a name? I make it a point to know the names of ponies who almost kill me."

 

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RailGear paid absolutely no mind to the shove to the back of the head. Actually, no he might have gave it some mind if the pony actually noticed that it wasn’t a poke, but perhaps a jab to the back of the head. So, the large stallion slowed down his canter, and looked over his shoulder onto his back to gaze at Inkbrand curiously, before turning back around and speeding up again.

And once he set him down and disappeared to go collect the food he promised, he came back with a cart, with a tarp covering it’s top, balanced carefully on his back. Now, Rail Gear isn’t one to show off, mind you. It was just that he didn’t want to keep the other’s waiting on something he had promised by wasting time trying to put on a harness. A harness that he usually needs help with trying to put the darn thing on, when his massive and clumsy hooves tend to bend and break the flimsy metal buckles. If he actually had the bits, he would have invested in a yolk long ago, so he wouldn’t have that problem. No sir, just slip it on and get movin. But nope. He had to cheap out when he got the cart.

Once he came closer to the group, he slowly lowered himself down to his stomach so the cart would rest on it’s wheels before sliding out. He reared around the back of the cart, and unhooked the corners of the tarp. With that done, he bit down on the heavy cloth and trotted to the front, slowly pulling the cover off, and revealing the delicious food underneath.

Rail Gear wasn’t kidding when he said there was more than enough for every pony. In fact, it could have been an understatement. A better choice of words would have been, for every pony to go home miserable – because he didn’t just bring the fridge… or the pantry. He brought the whole dang catering service with him! Pretty necessary when Rail Gear and his group of friends by the volley ball net haul trains all day – non stop. You burn through calories fast. The ultimate work out equestrians would jokingly call it.

“Aww…” Rail Gear began to Inkbrand, his voice deep and rumbling as normal, but with a hint of regret behind it. He did want to mention the fact that the crazy female griffon diver had almost completed the murder… but he felt it was best to bite his tongue on that note. “Ah know… Ah know… but it’s the least ah can do.”

He then trotted back to the group, and dropped his haunches to the sand after being asked about his name. Well that was a good start to getting friendly with the folks he almost killed with a volley ball. Or perhaps it was a start of a lawsuit? RailGear couldn’t care much, he didn’t own much but his name, his and his uniform.

“Well,” he started with a thoughtful note. He then ended proudly “Ahm Rail Gear. Brewed up from some of the toughest ponies ‘cross Equestria. And then some.”

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The unicorn was curious about the current smattering of ponies and griffon seemingly ahead - she couldn't really make out what was going on, but it seemed as though there was a whole bunch of socialising taking place, and on a beach, that was usually something that resulted in an entertaining time.

Of course, if that was the case then Vinyl had to make sure that there was a mare who could legit entertain when the time came...and she was the only one she knew here that could truly live up to the task...sure, she didn't have her gear on her right now, but t wouldn't take her too long to acquire it from her hotel room anyway so it wasn't like she couldn't properly prepare if something should require it.

Of course, for such a thing to actually take place, she'd need to get herself involved in the throngs of ponies around - and thus, she simply trots over to the nearest gathering...a small smirk on her features as she checks out those involved, the scattered group of ponies and the lifesaver griffon who certainly seemed to be capable of her duties. She chuckles to herself and just settles among the crowd for a moment, turning to the nearest pony to with a grin as she speaks.

" So hey, looks like it's all happenin' down this way... " she muses, raising an eyebrow lightly.

" no surprise on a day like this though, gotta love that sunshine! "

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Aquaria watched as her noble volunteer was carried away and given a sandwich. While it wasn't quite a good enough reward for his generosity, it was at least a start. He was the first pony to volunteer to let her perform CPR, clearly a nice guy seeing as everyone else was either scared or unwilling to do the painful endeavor, right? Regardless, that was in the past, and the past was boring, the present and the future were what was important to the griffoness, and there were always new ponies in the future!

The black griffoness quickly abandoned her volunteer victim and scanned the beach for new and interesting individuals, her rose colored eyes spotting a strange looking unicorn who was contemplating a grand entrance. Her short attention span made such decisions incredibly simple, her gaze locking on the 'shiniest' and most unique individual looking person on the beach. With a few quick strides, her lion-like frame darted across the beach with great fervor before she finally stopped in front of the music artist. Aquaria gasped and looked at Vinyl Scratch, the lifeguard quickly realizing who was standing before her. She always wanted to meet one, and her hips started wiggling excitedly as she did a happy dance with her lion paws. "You're a super hero, right! I love your mask, it matches my eyes," the griffon excitedly guessed, clearly making the wrong assertion as revealed her sheltered ignorance of reality! The diver often found herself making wrong assertions, but she didn't mind being corrected, it normally just meant that she met some smart pony who was going to help her learn more about the vast world!

Aquaria couldn't help quell her own excitement as she turned her head to the side and leaned in close to Vinyl, looking at her own reflection off the material, the griffoness thinking of it as a fun game. Every time she leaned in closer, her violet reflection grew, clearly some type of superhero magic to make such a lovely colored mirror! "I'm Aquaria, who are you super mare? You don't have to tell me your secret identity, but if you do, I promise to keep it secret," she excitedly remarked, her tail wagging furiously as she tried to bask in the aura of the music noted mare.

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