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  1. Wrong Pemby. Nothing is more pure than my blood-drenched pedigree of love! Yuri, yaoi; it doesn't matter. Just embrace everything until you can't see straight. I know Gigi is relatively new to our little group here, but I think a new title is in order.
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  2. Monokuma and waifu talk.
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  3. ohgod i'm sorry for misinforming you Symph, there is an Asagao to Kase-san OVA coming out on June 9th. Its only going to be the one episode, but its fully voiced. I got confused because I only saw the promotional short last month, but that came out a year ago so I thought that was the anime-project i'd read about. Yuri is a wonderful thing. A kiss for the petals, Citrus, Whispered words, Sweet blue flowers, Kindred spirits, Strawberry panic. Nothing is purer than a maidens love.
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  4. Clef was used to civilization. Melodia, where he grew up, was by no means a small community. He was accustomed to urban areas, or so he believed, at least. The siren had not been prepared for Baltimare. Being an urban area was one thing, but being a port city was apparently a whole other kettle of fish. He'd never seen so many ships, or so large! Melodia only saw a few at a time, and those tended more towards the personal or scientific vessels. This place meanwhile, was visited by ships of all sizes, including massive cargo ships which Clef had never seen before, at least up close. It was amazing! His first impression was that he was glad to have made a point to visit. As Clef grew closer to the city however, he began to see some of the drawbacks of such a place. First thing that struck him, following the skyline of the city itself and the boats gathered in and around it, was the noise. Bells ringing, the creak of wood and metal, the chugging of the occasional mechanical or arcane engine, shouts from sailors and dock crew all combined to a constant, if distant cacophony. For now it was novel, but the siren wasn't sure how long it would take to get annoying. The second was the danger. Clef supposed it wouldn't affect ponies so much, typically spending their time on land or on ships, but for an aquatic being such as him all the large moving bodies made the waters unpredictably turbulent and carried a risk of dangerous impacts. He discovered this as he drew close to the docks, and was buffeted by a large, passing ship. That would have been merely annoying, except it deposited him right in the path of a smaller, but therefore somewhat faster vessel. Clef dove before thinking, instinct protecting him from the passing boat's hard, indifferent underbelly. When the danger had passed, he looked back while continuing to drift in the same direction, reflecting that he would need to learn the ins and outs of the harbour before he could traverse it safely- The siren's thoughts here interrupted when he bumped into something clearly organic. He whipped around, wondering what sort of creatures might live at the bottom of a harbour, only to see another aquatic equine. “Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. I wasn't expecting any other-” he was about to say 'sirens', when he noticed this other person wasn't. “...aquatic types, in this area.” He paused for a moment. He hadn't heard of any underwater populations in Baltimare, but it wouldn't be out of the question, particularly for a town so involved in aquatic ventures. Then again, he could imagine no one wanting to live next to the docks. “Do you live around here, or are you visiting as well?”
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  5. Sachadara pondered. Yes, she could change into many creatures of the non-pony variety. After all, while ponies made for the best meals due to the great depth and width of their emotions, all creatures were prey enough. The catalogue ran deep. Who felt love the strongest? Fear? Distrust and fear were common in the southern lands, but anger? Anger was all the rage in the north. Love was Equestria's calling card, but the nations across the sea felt such sublime emotional wavelengths that it was impossible for any creature aside from a Changeling to truly appreciate it. Indeed, she doubted even most creatures of those lands understood how unique each and every one of them was to her kind as fine meals or snacks. Predators always had such view on prey. Nonetheless, she did think of what Tempest would want. The weary, tension filled mare ventured herself onto the soft bed, but she was not a soft mare. She was a mare of hard-won desires. Her life had been spent sleeping on cots and in ships, on rocks and in cells. She may momentarily adore the softness of a bed but in the long-standing nature of things she would always go back to the rock, the cot, ship, the cell. And she knew of an entire species that had a similar. Mindset. “Oh, of course I can do non-pony creatures, Miss Shadow," Sachadara said as the mare laid down. Sachadara's horn lit, and she changed quickly. Within moments Tempest Shadow would hear the heavy falls of the hooves of a large caribou. The denizens of the Frozen Continent, the belligerent vikings of the north. Violent, honorable, detestable, admirable, and sturdy in all measures equal, they sought out and thrived in harsh environments. In many ways just like Tempest. “Ha! Yes, the bed is mighty comfortable. Mighty soft,” Sachadara said in the harsh tones of a caribou bull, coming to rest nearby Tempest. “Is this more to your liking, pony?”
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  6. “That is a good point, when it comes to others there are so many factors and combinations, I guess the most anypony could do is teach the basics and hope for the best...” Ejaz agreed as he countinued taking apart the small shack, he did hault his progress however, once he heard her question on his facial features, and felt his cheeks heat up a little at the awkwardness of the answer he was about to give. “Well... I umm, don’t really have anything to hide... so... if you want to check my face... I-I guess you could?” Ejaz informs as he awkwardly rubs his head with a hoof before continuing to detach wood peice from wood peice. He was almost done when she had stated how she wouldn’t want to mess up whatever system he had. “A-actually there really isn’t a system... I just start from the top and make my way down.... Unless that counts as a system which if it does then I guess there is...” Shrugging his wings as he wasn’t sure if that could be considered an answer or just simple information sharing, Ejaz finished up with the last few peices of wood and placed them neatly (or as neatly as he could) in the carriage. The pegasus smiling as he used his wings to get the harness over his head and across his chest. “Alright I’m all done here.” Ejaz states happily as he walks back to Loose, the sturdy carriage moving behind him, both sounding and seeming heavy despite how easily the pegasus moved with it.
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  7. “I see I see, yeah it would be helpful to a lot of blind ponies, and not just ponies, heck, things like that could be helpful to just about everything with a hindered sense of sight.” Ejaz happily whispers, his eyes shining with the possibilities before the stallion was brought back to reality, as Loose had began explaining the extent of her ability when it comes to seeing facial features. Upon being asked if there was something special about his face, Ejaz blinked with a semi-blank, semi-surprised expression before smiling sheepishly. “Um... No not really... I mean, I don’t think there’s... anything special about my face.... I-I’m not sure, I mean I don’t have any scars, or marks, just a natural face.... I guess...” Ejaz awkwardly describes, not knowing exactly what to say about his face that won’t sound like some kind of bragging attempt. As the two continued on their merry way, Ejaz began observe those around them, noticing their curious gaze which soon changed into judgemental half-glares. The pegasus could feel himself frowning at all the negative signals that were being sent to him by those around the two companions. It wasn’t long however, that Ejaz decided to ignore them and simply pushing his anger down, figuring that it wasn’t worth it to worry, besides, his tool shack was right there. “Here we are.” The beige nomad happily informs before heading over and using his wings to pick up a screw driver, and a hammer, and began taking apart the small shack in record time, placing all the pieces in a carriage that was also halfway full of scrap metal and random compartments as he went along. “Sorry, it’s going to take me a minute to get this all packed, I hope you don’t mind.”
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  8. “That... is a good point.... umm... still.. even if it would be harder for me to learn it, I’d still love to at least get a basic idea on how to pull it off...” Ejaz explains after recieving the reply on the difficulty for him due to his lack of disabilities, the stallion glancing around and imagining what it’s like to only see silhouettes. Deep in his stomach, Ejaz could feel a small sense of claustrophobia at the thought before looking at Loose Cannon once again as she informed how she learned such a technique, and what inspired her to try. Upon hearing her limits with this ability, the Nomad had giving a small humm and nod, before giving Loose a light nudge to let her know he was begining to walk; the pegasus figuring they might as well start heading over. “So... Zatoichi inspired you... What, I have a question, if sound gives you silhouettes, then does me talking this close give you details on my facial features?” Ejaz asked with a tilt of his head,glancing over at Loose as he lead the two of them back to his small shack, the mechanic smiling softly at the mare. “Oh, and also thanks for wanting to help me with my things.”
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  9. An apologetic frown had found it’s way onto Ejaz’s face, in the past, the mechanic had wondered what it must be like to be blind; to not be able to see no matter how many times one rubs their eyes or blinks, to forever have the color of black and faint shapes stemming from one’s imagination forever be the only things they “see”. Everytime he’s thought of it, he could feel his claustrophobia acting up, and the simple idea of not being able to see would drive him mad. But maybe that was because he wasn’t born blind, he knew what it was like to see and maybe that’s why the idea of blindness has the impact on him that it does... The biege mechanic had absolutely no idea what it must be like to loose the sense of sight when one was born, it was something he couldn’t fathom no matter how hard he though; it only made his respect for Loose that much stronger. Upon hearing the mare talk more about ponies from other settlements, then how she didn’t really talk to anypony else here, Ejaz gave a nod with a small hum to show he was paying attention, grinning and letting out a childish snicker once he heard her comment about the princesses of the sun and moon. “To be honest? While I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.... I do acknowledge that there are genuinely nice and good ponies here... I refuse to believe everypony here is selfish...” Ejaz whispered as he looked down at the ground, his childish grin changing into a more mature smirk. The nomad raising an eyebrow slightly as he listened to Loose speak of how she conditioned her body, noticing her physique and letting out a small hum in acknowledgement. However, his eyes picked up as the statement on echolocation reached his ears. “You learned echolocation?” Ejaz asks moving a little closer and tilting his head, the stallion’s eyes wide with curiosity as a big smile found its way onto his face. “That’s... that’s amazing! I always wanted to try learning but I never had the patience, I didn’t even know how to start! Wha- what must that be like? How did you... how did you even learn? How far can you ‘see’ when you listen with it? Does it mean you can see all of this city considering all the noise from ponies going about their daily lives? Just, wow the idea of-....” The pegasus cut himself off as it just clicked how many questions he was asking, and exactly how fast he was speaking. Ejaz could feel his cheeks burning slightly as he felt embarressed over his rant of curiosity. “Heh... so-sorry... I.... I got excited and kinda... kinda got carried away... just um, just forget about those questions...” The pegasus aplogizes in a soft voice that was easily dripping with awkwardness. Though the silence, Ejaz heard her speak of a past negative experience with flying, and began rubbing the back of his head with a wing to ease the awkwardness he was feeling. “Well... I’m sorry for your bad experience.... but since neither of us are in a hurry.... Let’s uh, let’s take the scenic route to the transtation... Though, I’m going to need to grab some of my things first if that’s alright with you...”
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  10. Ejaz watched the mare turn towards him, his expression changing to one of curiosity, embossed? Why was that so important? It had then clicked in Ejaz’s head exactly why, especially once he noticed that Loose Cannon’s pupils weren’t dialated like normal eyes when exposed to sunlight, they were as wide as eyes in pitch black darkness. A sad but comforting smile found its way on Ejaz’s face though he knew she couldn’t see it, internally, the stallion could feel that anger build up even more. However, he also knew that now wasn’t the time to let his emotions affect him, so the mechanic kept his cool as to stay helpful to the mare. Then there was her question, under any other circumstance, he would’ve been surprised at her figuring out how he wasn’t from here. But after staying in this city for the past 72 hours, Ejaz could easily see how he stood out like a sore thumb, something that he was now quite proud of. “Actually... Nomad... Traveling mechanic to be precise.... I’m... I’m Ejaz Ferron...” Ejaz answers and introduces as he closes the distance between him and the mare a little as to make the conversation more privite, his voice still soft and quiet as a gentle, yet awkward smile grew on his face as he looked at the shorter earth pony. “And.... Yes, I would like to be of assistance.” He also states, half-glaring at the pedestrians that completely ignored the two before bringing his full attention back to Loose. “Oh and... would it be alright if... if I ask for your name?” Came his awkward and curious question as he instictively tilted his head as he asked.
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  11. Ejaz could only give a half-smile as he waved a customer away with his wing, only to frown and sigh as he rested his head on the counter of his shack. Business wise, today wasn’t too bad, he definitely got paid enough to just make it though the month so any customers will be getting services for free until he starts running low again. So all in all, it was a fairly good business day for the biege pegasus. Social wise... well... was almost the opposite, which was something that irritated Ejaz quite strongly. Constant judgemental stares, inability to talk to his face unless they had to, cautious behavior as if he was an animal, and those who subtly hide their displeasure on working with him, and those who were the opposite of subtle. Ejaz wasn’t blind, and he definitely wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly why ponies here were hesitant to even so much as approach him. Ejaz was a nomad that walked around with a shack and a carriage, with an unkept tied into a ponytail, it didn’t take a genius to figure nobody really liked him cause of how he lived. “But they could at least hide it better...” The mechanic thought before letting out a sigh. Deciding he needed a break, Ejaz hung up his closed sign and left his carriage in his small portable shack, locking it up before wandering off to explore. The biege pegasus had arrived at Canterlot 3 days back, and ever since it’s been the same. At first it didn’t really bother him, Ejaz simply thought ponies were simply being cautious of a new person being in town. But after the second day, the mechanic had wised up, and it utterly ticked him off. Something then caught Ejaz’s attention, or rather, somepony, it was an orange colored mare, one who was asking around for help but wasn’t getting any. Internally growling at the behavior of the other ponies, Ejaz began heading over to see if he could help in anyway, deciding that in no way, shape, or form, should he act even remotely like those around him. “Hello... You look kinda lost... Would you like some help?” The beige, white, and blue pegasus had asked in a soft quiet, and curious voice, his red eyes conveying his innocent curiosity and desire to help as much as his voice did.
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  12. Ugh kill me..i'm getting sick. My throat hurts, my stomach hurts, I have a headache, my nose is stuffy, and thinking about food makes me wanna throw up.I haven't ate since maybe 6 hours ago.Its hurts to talk.
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