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  1. Presteza was beaming when Fire Walker entered her line of sight. With a surprising bout of speed, Presteza brought fire into a hug. "Fire! It's been so long... where are all those letters you said you'd write?" Before Presteza decided to settle herself down in Ponyville, she had been doing a bit more traveling to see the world. She made sure to keep up with the post office where she could but perhaps all her moving around had resulted in something of a mounting delay between deliveries. Whatever she'd missed in her friend's life she was more than eager to catch up. In her excitement, the painter had barely noticed the presence of the personification of chaos having sauntered his way into the scene. In the moments after she had hugged Fire she paused and looked up and down the long figure of Discord: as if checking to see if he was really there. She had seen him in Ponyville now and again on her walks trhough town, but he was almost always busy with something or somepony and nowadays she wasn't as likely to try and push her way into circumstances just to slake her thirst for novel experiences so she left him to his own devices. At some point in the night she'd need to introduce herself and ask if he would like a portrait done. The words of Wordsworth brought her back to the more pressing matters at hoof. She remembered the friendly stallion from one of the past galas she attended, "It's good to see you as well, Wordsworth. I hope you've been keeping well!" Meanwhile, back by Nilaavin Bevel was getting a few magical readings off the mysterious sphinx. She'd heard so many stories of these beings and to think the prince had managed to get in the good graces of one. It was utterly fascinating! But soon her aetheric resonance detected caught the signal of a massive signature of magic... a very familiar one. Those golen eyes narrowed as it donned on her who it was. Nonchalantly she got back up from her seat and made her way off to the nook where quite a few ponies seemed to be congregating. Her readings were spiking massively with each step until she finally saw the noodly presence among the crowd. A devious smile spread across her muzzle. The inventor braced herself, took a deep breath, and charged into a gallop that transitioned into a running leap. A blur of earthy tones collided with the spirit of Chaos and soon the inventor was clinging onto the spirit and had him in a big hug, "Monsieur Discord!" She chirped with glee as she clung to the noodly spirit, "It's been far too long! Why haven't you come to visit in Talonopolis lately? You didn't forget about the world's greatest inventor did you?!" The elated mechanist only paused in her sudden shower of affection to look down to the familiar face of Squall, "Oh! Bonjour to you as well, Monsieur Squall. I'd hoped to run into you and tell you that the latest blueprints are already finished and production is set to begin as soon as you are ready." She wouldn't bother with context since she was sure that the stallion knew what she meant. With Dunnie's entrance, Bevel calmed down a little and simply held onto Discord's side as if she were a sapient backpack. "I wouldn't miss it for all the Coffee in Coltlumbia, Mon amie!" She offered her hoof to bump against Dunnie's own and then grinned to behold the ceremony on her chosen perch: Discord.
    8 points
  2. It was so nice to be back in Ponyville again. This was such a lovely town and it was full of such colorful individuals. What made Presteza's current visit even more enjoyable was how things seemed to have calmed down. In the past few months, she'd noticed considerably less unusual calamities centering around this town and more just unconventional Hijinks. Hijinks and tomfoolery was exactly the kind of things this artist could get behind. Today, however, it wasn't that sort of silliness that brought her to town, instead it was to attend a wedding of dear friends... three of them to be specific. She'd met Blueblood through her own background and her own Coltfriend. He'd proved a very sweet presence despite his reputation in the past. Now when she heard of the royal, the first thing that came to mind was a excitement. Just hearing about all the friends he'd made and the journeys he had made her feel as if perhaps she'd given up her travels a bit too soon. Dunnie and Star Crusader had been quite busy on their journeys as well from what she'd heard. Dunnie in particular had been up to a lot since she'd last seen her. Entering the hall she noticed another unicorn making her way to the front door though she seemed to have such a bounce in her step that you'd think she was the one getting married today. The Guards let her in though, so Presteza simply held the door for the earthen colored mare as she made her way in. The unicorn let out a reflexive ,"Merci." as she passed by the painter and began looking for a seat. Letting the door close up behind her, Presteza looked over the crowd and blinked a few times. By the sisters, she didn't recognize anypony here. Had it truly been so long since she'd socialized with somepony in town? Wait, there was one familiar face! Swift Squall was here! It'd been so long since she'd spoken to him, He wasn't sitting though, instead he was making his way off to the side towards the changing room. The painter made an eager trot over to the swordstallion, "Swift!" She called out with a nervous smile, "It's wonderful to see you again. 'Ow's Fire been?" Seems the trottingham accent was starting to slip out again. Bevel was excited for so many reasons. She barely noticed the colorful pony who let her in, but managed to get out a thank you just as she was let inside. What had Bevel so excited today wasn't just that a great friend was getting married, but that she'd managed to get the device making her friend's new changes able to work consistently without a need for a counter enchantment link to maintain the aetheric flow! It took about an hour to get that guard to understand why she had to bring her aetheresonance scanner in during the ceremony but, she was positive he understood. When a pony just stares into the middle distance with their eyes glazing over, that was about usually the time when they just nodded in the affirmative about the in depth properties of magitech machinery. Now, that she was in she could get a look around. Her eyes widened when she noticed a sudden spike in thaumaturgical energies in the direction of a big strapping stallion over on the bench talking to a couple other ponies. Rather than burst into the conversation, Bevel sat in an adjacent spot and monitored the magical energies coming off of the large frame of Nilaavin, an expression of sheer awe on her face.
    8 points
  3. From the album: BlindJester's Pictures!

    Can't believe I didn't post this already but here we have Princess Yue owned by Bellosh and Feng owned by Blueblood having a nice stroll.
    7 points
  4. ~~Berry Punch~~ Berry listened, keenly interested in Jade's recounting of places far away. Wingapore sounded like an absolutely fascinating place, both exotic and cosmopolitan, but... yeah. Definitely not the sort of place to take little Pinchy! "Sounds exciting, though you'll forgive me for not wanting to book a ticket right away." She gave a wry smile at that, before frowning. "But are you seriously telling me that they don't have so much as a specialty cocktail of their own? I know a place by its drinks; countrysides have beer and wine, but cities have cocktails by which you can judge their character." Her question about the mayor actually did make Berry pause to think for a moment. "I... can't say I can point to anything she lead, but there's not really any development in this town that she hasn't played some part in, for better or for worse. Besides the former mayor, nopony knows all the city ordinances or revenue streams better. She also was de facto head of the Ponyville Chamber of Commerce for years, without which I couldn't have gotten my wholesale ingredients at anything like a reasonable price." She shrugged. "So, I'm not expecting anything spectacular, just more of the same. But that's much better than I could have expected before I moved here." ~~Spoiled Rich~~ Re-entering the grand hall, Mayor Rich was feeling more than usually pleased with herself. To be so well thought of by so majestic a creature as a sphinx (never mind that up until yesterday she'd have been perfectly happy to call them monsters; amazing what actually meeting one will do), well! That would buck you right up and no mistake. She felt herself re-invigorated, her agenda for this town given a blessing, and she felt herself more than worthy to the task. Thus, the wedding. While celebrations for some, it was business for her. Being so close to the capital, it would be worth her while to forge a working relationship between the Ponyville Town Hall and the Canterlot Nobility. And what should her eyes light upon, but a lone noble open to be buttonholed? She recognized the painter, long nights spent memorizing the illustrated peerage serving Spoiled well. "Good Day, Miss Presteza." She approached, opting for offering a hoofshake rather than a bow. A bold move, she knew, but her glad-hoofing skills were signaling that she wasn't a mare given to putting on noble airs, and Spoiled had no wish to disaccomodate what could be a good working relationship. ~~Prince Blueblood~~ While Prince Blueblood would call Swift Squall a friend, that didn't mean that he was in any way blind to that pony's weaknesses of character. The green unicorn was no diplomat. In fact, Blue might well as classify him as an anti-diplomat, a liability to any embassy. That didn't mean the stallion wasn't without other good qualities that more than compensated for his blind spots, of course. It just meant that Blueblood, consummate diplomat, felt perfectly free to lean on the privilege of friendship, and rag on Swift whenever he felt the other stallion deserved it. "Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but the servants have had nothing but good words to say for Niilavin, even in strict confidentiality. Thus, I feel perfectly confident in saying that that he just had a problem with you." He gave Swift a smile with just a soupcon of condescension as he patted his friend on the shoulder. "Let's face it, he wouldn't have been the first." The Prince laughed. "And I know of his lethality, it's rather a bonus when one is traveling in dangerous places, as I was just a few months ago, as a matter of fact. And he doesn't mind being talked of frankly; he's quite well aware of his situation, and it may well be his ancient manners, but he's hardly hung up on such stuff. His situation is as such that gussying up the language won't make it any better, and he knows it." His tone had stayed easy and playful throughout, though that would change as he had to consider the situation of the griffon set before him. Squall's interjections aside, it really did seem that Gallus was not sound in mind and body when testifying to his enlistment, though the recruiter's penmanship seemed sober enough. Not that the Princess' Bit wasn't an ancient tradition of recruitment, which rather cast doubt on the actual prospects of a lawsuit to rescind the enlistment, given precedent. If the appeals went all the way to royalty, however... He smiled at Dunnie, for the first time in her life, exercising Royal Privilege. He even pulled her in for a quick hug at that, she was just so cute when putting on elegant airs! "Ah, were it that simple! Unfortunately, the Authority of my House doesn't extend to nullifying enlistments. Princess Twilight is the Commander in Chief, so such things would ultimately have to go through her. But, given that she should be here pretty soon, I don't see why things couldn't be resolved today, in any case." It was clear enough that Gallus drunk wasn't agreeing with Gallus sober about the desirability of military life, but... was there something more there? It wouldn't hurt to ask. "Gallus, suppose you were old enough, and sober. What would you want for your future? I may not have much influence in the military, but I have quite a bit of pull in the Diplomatic service, and other various places in and out of Equestria. Or were you thinking of returning home?" He grinned, leaning in to whisper. "Have your eye on a special someone yourself?"
    7 points
  5. From the album: Rex's Art

    The Broonie, as seen in Haunted Paths Across Equus. Discord gave this critter as a wedding Gift to Apple Jack and Rainbow Dash.
    7 points
  6. From the album: The Character Corner (Color!)

    Been a while since I drew an Ungulate so I made this Handsome Caribou Fella.
    7 points
  7. At last, it was here. A day long-awaited by many ponies, but especially by three. Prince Blueblood, Star Crusader, and Dunnie Blust had all gone through so much together, adventures, danger, drama, and major life changes of many varieties. Their lives had become so intertwined, and so suffused with affection and love that the Prince could not imagine going through his life without both of these mares by his side. And, to his great delight, they felt the same! Of course, for such a trio, going from proposal to marriage was no easy step. Old Equestrian laws about herding had to be dug up from old parchment vaults, scrutinized, and carefully updated to modern standards. Tedious work, but at least it would make things easier for anypony in the future that was in a similar situation. And then, of course, there was all the to-do that surrounded a royal wedding. Not quite as much as when there had been an actual alicorn at the altar, but not too much less. Given the headaches Blueblood had already brought upon himself planning what all he had, this was the first time in his life, perhaps, that he was not envious of the elevated statuses of the other Royals! The first big decision had been what venue to use. Royal weddings needed a castle, and there were three to choose from. Four, technically, if one counted the old Palace of the Two Sisters, but holding a big wedding in the middle of the Everfree came with its own set of logistical headaches, even if the Timberwolves would keep out wedding crashers for free. No, it would have to be Canterlot, Ponyville, or the Crystal Empire. The last one was a little too far out of the way for his taste, and as for the first… well. Perhaps at one time in his life, Blueblood had pictured his wedding being a great big social event of the Nobility, hosting representatives from every prominent family in Canterlot. But, his personal social circle had both widened and diverged since then, and some of the invitees were just plain allergic to the social atmosphere still redolent in the Capital. So, Twilight’s old Castle in Ponyville it was. It made things slightly simpler that he’d pretty much been house-sitting it since said lavender alicorn had gone up to Canterlot to take up Royal Duties. The ceremony itself would take place inside the main hall of the Castle, while the reception would essentially be a giant garden party in the nearby park. While planning delays had put the actual date of the wedding far into the winter months, the weather team was quite understanding, and arranged for a merely crisp, sunny day, leaving enough time for the snow to be cleared. It wasn’t until later that Blueblood realized that it was falling pretty much on Hearts and Hooves day, but it was so appropriate that the coincidence charmed him! While the other members of his honor guard and maids greeted the guests at the door, showing them to their seats, the brides and groom each prepared themselves in their respective changing rooms.... ~Star Crusader and Dunnie~ Star Crusader was the sort of mare more often seen in armor rather than in a dress. Even on peaceful, formal occasions, she would just exchange practical steel for decorative golden armor. To be fair to her aesthetic sense, mares built to her figure and dimension were often not so much dressed as draped in silks, which really didn’t do much to make her feel all that more feminine. But now, standing in front of the mirror… she saw herself, wearing one of Rarity’s finest custom creations. A dress inspired by the ancient style of Acroneighos, where the spirit and build of a warrior was prized in mares as well as stallions. The sweeps of silk across her barrel and haunches gleamed like fresh carved marble in the sun, and yet softened what they touched, as if the stone were turned to cloud. Her ice-teal coat completed the aerial impression, with the vivid reds of her mane and tail complimenting them as they flowed out of the train and veil. “It’s finally happening.” She said, half to herself and half to her fellow Bride. She turned her head to look at the smaller mare. Her face, normally stoic, was twitching into the unfamiliar effort of a smile. “Did you believe this day would come? There were times I had despaired of it, to tell you the truth.” Dunnie was clad in a similar dress. White in color, loose in fit and with a crown of white and maroon flowers atop her head. The silk that were draped over her shoulders and flanks showed off her new form she loved. As she stared into the mirror, she reflected on the events that led her there. Being assigned to guard an insufferable prince who, Dunnie would admit, she had considered smacking the horn off his head more than once. Over the years they had grown up and grown closer together, their professional relationship turning into a passionate love for one another. As Dunnie stared into the mirror, she shifted some in her seat, standing up to check herself out too. She knew it fit and she trusted Rarity's dress making, but she hadn't had time to appreciate it until now. Despite her time spent in the city of Acroneighos, she never wore a dress like this. She wondered how things would have been different if she was 'Dunnie' before. Different... While looking in the mirror she saw the armor she wore, the uniform of her auxiliary. The plates and straps felt natural on her shoulders, around her barrel. Her neck muscles couldn't feel the weight of her helmet any more as she turned her head to appreciate the dents and nicks and stains, each one a story of survival. After being addressed by Star, Dunnie jolted back to the moment and glanced to her fellow bride, then back to the mirror. In the reflection she saw her pristine coat and mane. Her healthy body clad in the fine silks prepared just for her wedding. She looked at the reflection for a few seconds before finally tuning back to Star. "Huh?" She asked, then quickly corrected herself. She chuckled as she saw Star's face contort into a smile "Oh, yes." She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, "Years ago, I wouldn't be caught dead in a dress like this." She looked back to the mirror, smiling, "Yet here we are~ And I have to say, I'm excited." "Much the same." The larger pegasus replied, reaching a wing over to corral some stray strands of Dunnie's mane. She had a great deal of affection for the other mare, which was a good thing, considering they would be in the same herd. She had served, not just as the captain of the Prince's honor guard, but much as an emotional anchor for both Blueblood and Dunder as they each came to their own realizations of how they would handle Bluebelle and Dunnie, respectively. Though each of their conclusions were different, she supported them all the same, and would continue to do so for the rest of their lives. ~Prince Blueblood~ The Prince, meanwhile, was alone in his dressing room. He wasn’t going to tread upon sartorial tradition today, as he donned his black-tie tuxedo, tailored to the nines from fabric of impeccable quality. He took his time and care with each button of the shirt, magically ensuring the perfect symmetry of the knot in his tie, and stepped into the sleeves of his jacket with joyful solemnity. Even as he inspected himself in the mirror, it was not upon himself that his mind was lingering. “Soon, my loves. Soon I shall do my utmost to make your dreams come true…”
    6 points
  8. Presteza's response to the welcome she was given was delayed as she felt a faint tingle in the back of her muzzle. It was the sort that was only momentarily distracting but it faded soon enough after that the only hint she was bothered was a faint twitch of her freckled muzzle. As soon as her nose had calmed she put on a smile, "You're too kind, Mrs. Rich. I have to say sometimes with all that happens here moving here can be quite intimidating. One time when I was just visiting I was turned into a filly again for an entire day..." While the ceremony continued around the two mares Presteza could feel her nose acting up again. Her eyes were starting to get watery too. What on earth could be bothering her so much? She'd taken her allergy treatment this morning: while it never worked one hundred percent she could normally go about the day without worrying about something random setting her off and causing some magical chaos. Now here she was at two of her friends' wedding with her snout threatening to unleash havoc. Spoiled Rich's question managed to give her at least a momentary distraction from the olfactory torment. She sniffled softly before she replied, drawing a fragrant floral scent into her nostrils. Her horn lit up and she fished a hoofkerchief from her bag and spoke through it, "I actually know ah... Ngh... All of them. Dunnie I met through other friends and crusader I've known since foalhood. Blueblood I've only mehh... Met recently." Another sniffle escaped the unicorn as she continued her battle against her reflexes, "Please excuse my state... Something seems to be setting off my allergies quite fiercely." Right now she had that cloth pressed harshly against her muzzle even as this mysterious floural aroma continued to tease her. As soon as Spoiled lean in to whisper her thoughts to the artist it hit her. In more ways then one. The scent of Spoiled Rich's perfume had been laid on just a tad too thick for Presteza to handle. As soon as the strong sourc eof the scent drew so close, Presteza nose twitched and tensed rapidly behind the kerchief. Before she could even hope to stop herself she felt her jaw go slack and suddenly she pulled in a deep hitching gasp. "Hhheh!" The unicorn's horn began to spark and flare up with magical energies. "HHheh! " Then a brighter shine of magical power. "HAAAH!" Presteza's horn flared up one last time as she she pulled in that last gasp and then her head bobbed as she finally let loose with the sneeze. "WAh-CCHOOO!" The blue aura of magic seemed to explode outward from the painter and spread across the room in a wave. The artist that loud sneeze came from was busy scrubbing her nose through her kerchief to really get out an 'excuse me' or the like, but that was the least of anypony's problem. While the wave of magic hadn't caused any damage it did seem to be causing complications to the ceremony... as now the painter, Miss Rich, and Anyone else within range was beginning to float upwards as gravity seemed to become not so much a law as a suggestion. (I will leave it to the players whether or not they're affected by this magical mishap, This chaotic sneeze was Sponsored by Princeblueblood)
    6 points
  9. "Triangles? Well I prefer obtuses, myself." He use his claw to pull aside a flap in his brown coat of feathery fur and bury his paw into the dimensional pocket before pulling out a small, green moose figurine. "Wait, that's not it." Where did he put that? His grey ears would perk up as he looked over to Fluttershy at her question. It seemed the chimeric disaster had not told her nor even mentioned some of the new friends he has met, but it was not out of malice or some sort of cunning, conniving plan to keep the world in a deceptive lull of ignorance. He opened his muzzle, the answer on the tip of his fang. "It wasn't funny yet." Because crash course meetings, on the fly, were always funnier when they were -- BAM! As if punctuating his gag with an interrobang, the hapless wizard of olde was met with a facefull of unicorn as he was bamboozled in a blur of excitement and sent rolling several feet from his current location, tumbling as various objects fell from his person. Some guava juice ended up landed beside Wordsworth with a tiny green umbrella, the pink juice quite refreshing. A giant snake found itself bouncing out of the discordant mayhem bringer before it slithered under Fluttershy to hide. A rubber goose found its way onto the back of Fire Walker, with a large order of hay fries landing in the convenient claws of Smolder, and a chocolate shake perfectly perched on Gallus' beak. "Oh, hello Bevel!" He motioned his tail's tuft to Fluttershy. "This is my date, Fluttershy, Fluttershy this is Bevel, she makes super fighting robots." With a poof and pop Discord would vanish and reappear with a roller brush, combing down his fur, freeing his fathers of the springy coils of mane that snowed from Bevel in the discombobulating collision. Oh, and a metal spring from one of her toolkits. "Yes well, in the case of Dunnie I was actually going to introduce you later, but sooner arrived. She helped me resolve a booky issue back at Friendship Castle." But considering Twilight's collection it was rather a given situation to have. "And I am not old, I am mature." He puffed his chest floof, sitting up straight! "Like a fine cheese!"
    6 points
  10. Fire Walker playfully stick out her tounge with a ‘bleh’. Near the lowest level of Tartarus was a place reserved for the inventor of ‘instant coffee’. Under that poor soul would be the guy who came up with the powdered roasted-grain coffee substitute called Puttsum. Years ago, one of the Junior Officers at base decided he would switch the coffee for that nasty stuff. Thankfully, for his sake, he was a fast runner. Still, coffee needed a coffee-maker. It needed to slowly shift through a filter and become one with hot water. Or however coffee machines work. It was all magic. The officer smiled at her old friend. "Yeah, makes me feel like I've been taking too long to set up my own wedding....", she sighed. Both she and Swift had been so busy as of lately. The pegasus pony was soon shaken free of her thoughts when Blueblood called her over. "Yes, your royal highness.", she quickly made her way over to the stallion, while she made sure not to step on the odd little dragon-girl. He wanted her (and Dunnie) to judge an young griffon. Was he suitable to become an officer? There were no griffons in the R.E.A that she knew about. There were some who worked in support, like her good friend Zelda who was one of the blacksmiths. Considering Equestria was becoming a country of more than just ponies, it would be wise to let non-ponies in the guard. How was this bird? The first thing she noticed was his bright blue color. Zelda had mentioned encountering such a young bird during her adventures in waiting in line for cider. She said he was a cute and very scruffy blue griffon. A little too young for her taste, but she mentioned he would be an utter Gever of a Griffon in a few years. Fire did not ask her what a 'gever' was. Was this the same griffon? She gave the student a good checking out. "I don't see why he would not make a good officer.", she glanced at the young creature. "He just needs honesty, courage, self-control, decency, and conviction of purpose.", she knew this worked better when she was in uniform and not a pretty white dress. "Do you have those, son?", she glanced down at him with a look of utter seriousness. As Smolder realized mixing red wine with vodka, a strange pony got just a little too close with her wings. "Wagh!", she growled, "I am a mighty dragon and I do not get si....oooh that's nice..Keep doing that. Whatever you're doing.", she liked having nice and soft wings on her. It was like being hugged by a pillow. Or cloud. Or a pillow cloud. She could have stayed there all night, but one thing caught her ears. "Gallus? An officer of the Royal Equestrian Army?", she started to chuckle. Then she thought about it a little harder. Fluttershy's no-talent brother was in the guard, so they might have really low standards. Speaking of both no-talent and low standards, he glared at Baron Comrade-Pants. She was not hungover. Not yet. Hopefully Discord would zap him.
    6 points
  11. Discord was what one could call a master of ceremonies! He knew every party needed a player. Every shindig needed a charlatan! And every hootenanny needed a horse! Well ponies would work he supposed! This time the affair seemed a bit more complicated as it was a groom to two brides. But the most daunting task of all was to delegate the delivery of his decedent cake to the damsels! Such distress! But alas Fluttershy has a driver with not a moment to spare! His long, grey ear swiveled back, the jubilant, mismatched monstrosity would mingle as if he had not been out of practice for a century over, and turned to Blueblood, his box floating before the claret case popped apart to reveal the three tiered orange iced cake. "But of course Bluey! And I brought a gift for the brides! I heard that it's quite a custom in colder climes to smear the cake k to the muzzle of the groom after the toast. Something about keeping them warm." He could never quite understand these pony antics but he very well tried to understand the more fantastical soirees and rituals ponies and other creatures put such efforts into. Far be it for him to really get it right either, but A for effort. He looked to Fluttershy before landing on the ground, hoof and talon, before looming over the yellow and pink mare. "Oh you see I'm with the bride this time. She fell through one of my storybooks that connects to Chaosville so I owed them a favour." It wasn't every day that a chimeric demi god granted favors, except in Discord's case it was because he couldn't go a day without interfering in the affairs of mortals. Or what was it he had to remember to call or? Helping. He was helping them and making lasting friendships. As Squall nickered out his contemptuous nickname, after all Discord was quite young for a timeless entity of chaos, he gave the fellow his ear, the appendage popping off as the chaos entity stretched and widened it to foolishly display his age was somehow affecting his hearing. With a pop the ear seemed to melt like a clock from one of those famous Salvahorse Dali paintings before he reformed, upside down, before the chatterbox. Discord stole a glance to the top of the castle, a paw coming to his chest as a memory collected from his ever flowing fountain of fame and infamy. "The last Sphinx I met was going on about riddles. How was I supposed to know you aren't supposed to tell them impossibly paradoxical riddles that would have them reciting it for life? It really wasn't all that hard." He snapped his paws to visually manifest the image in front of Squall as he spoke. "It walked on four legs at night, two in the afternoon and three in the evening." The shape transformed from a Pony, to a Minotuar before becoming a Hippogriff: with two hooves and a fishtail. Discord would squint at Squall, utterly offended by the question. "I'll have you know I've not only the new versions of the second edition books, but first edition!" Was there ever any doubt? He looked to Fluttershy, motioning his paw to Squall as the stallion went on. It was quite easy to keep Squallars entertained but even easier to distract. Pursing his lips the draconequus gave a few snaps: a white top hat appearing on Squall's head before it started to grow and extend: so high that the tip would match the height with the top of the castle. It was Squall Swift Esquire owner of the Canterlot Squallardome, the one they were hosting two crashed nebulas. Which Discord would pick up later! He was wondering where he dropped the pair of universes. Honestly he needed to start using stronger stuff to keep those stars in place! He would turn to Dunnie and give the mare a hoof bump and clap his paw and claw together as he moved to float off the ground. "Now, now you can't expect me to miss a party! Besides I sort of owe you for dropping you in Chaosville without a map. Honestly it was my fault. How was I supposed to know Pegasus turned that color in the foothills?!"
    6 points
  12. Leave it to Discord to never deny himself a party, but this was no ordinary party! It was yet another wedding! He was feeling the same as Fire Walker. Was being single going out of style? Honestly love was one of those things that were way too complicated to be worth unthreading and understanding. It was a pony thing. He knew because his last plunge into romance ended in a crazy, world altering ex. In fact there was good reason to believe that his past problems had made him a bit terse towards romance and love and things, though his recent friendships and allies who would have helped in some of his shortcomings but he was still a bit -- troubled! You see when you find yourself amidst ponies who revel in Hearts and Hooves it is difficult to place yourself in such a situation after circumstances put Canterlot in danger and you ended up blamed! Can you believe that? But he did bake them an apology cake for the mess she made, which oddly made everypony think you were at fault, but he supposed wiping their memories hadn't helped. But to think his ex came back to make trouble well -- he had to make it up to them again but this time no cake! Well maybe a little one. A three tier banana cake with orange icing and flowers to fulfill a wedding feast! He had invited Fluttershy but he was unsure if she would accept. How silly. Another wedding? With the box in paw the spirit would appear behind the fire-red pony in question, grinning ear to ear. "Well well it seems I have arrived at the peak of the gathering." The spirit chuckled with jovial glee. Another wedding indeed. When would they run out of ships, he wondered.
    6 points
  13. Sitting like a large watchguard a sphinx lays on top of the Castle watching the growing numbers of visitors. Nilaavin found all of this just very amusing in truth, his kind had nothing like this. No big show of love for a sphinxess and in a way he felt this was more charming. It was a show of love and tied them together… He'd adopted some of this in to his own pride some day. But today his focuses needed to be on his job, keeping this wedding safe and free of all wedding crashers. ~~~~ Tempest honestly can’t understand why she was invited for this. So she talked like… one time to Blue. He… they? They did seem nice and offered a helping hoof. Going so far as to even try and track down one of the few ponies in her life to mean much to her. Other than Glitter of course. So in a way she felt like she had to come to this to show her thankfulness even if she can’t see why it matters. For a pony like Blue having her here just seems… Well, odd. She was nothing. A low life. So she had a noble's blood in her veins but that was meaningless. Bleh. Whatever it was she was here and did her best to keep on the farthest fringes of the gathering for the reception. When it was time for all of them to gather inside she was pleased to see her designated seat was far to the back pushed as far to the side as they can have it. For some it may feel like they were shunned but for Tempest she knew this was an act of kindness. She can’t ask for a better seat. So she sat her flank down on the pillow and passed time daydreaming… of battle! And… uh, war! Nothing about… other things.
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  14. Discord was a blubbering mess, crying into a yellow, green polka dotted hoofkerchief. He was such a softy. Honking blaringly into his snout napkin the draconequus would dab his eyes with the end of his tail, the napkin vanishing into a colorful cacophony of confetti to celebrate the vows. "Oh those poor ponies, you know marriage is a lifelong commitment full of cooperation, compromises and children!" He dare suggest that there may even be cooking involved! While he did dabble in the odd pastry, and odder teas the chimeric demi god was one to sate his sweet tooth on pony pounded confections and tenderly tasty toffees tossed by tactful hooves. Heavens forbid one dared ask the question of the draconequus' actual need to eat. he would run you around a block dictating the tale of having found the fluffiest meringue atop a mountain. Detracting from his antics. "Oh come, come Fluttershy let's find the bride and bride! I've my gift to gift them. I want to be first to present." As he was still quite the egotist at least it was in the spirit of giving. A strangely shaped package would manifest in his mismatched paws. It was a star-shaped box with a frilly ribbon of pink and white. The box itself was striped with green and orange, a tag sticking out from it where "Discord" was haphazardly scrawled in a multicolored scribble that befitted the hold of his large, more awkward paw. That in mind the bumbling spirit would putter over Berry Punch, a queer object manifesting beside her. Though in the past one would submit themselves to terror as the objects of Discord's giving were often hazardous to ponies in their nature, but with his newly reformed and far lesser known heroic reasons for his ferocious fiendishness: the juice squeezing proprietress would find herself gifted with a oddly shaped bottle of spiced juice from the distant shores of the tropical pony islands that were known to be the ports of paradise! Well Discord wandered often in his free time, of which he had plenty. There were no hard feelings, garlic, after all makes a lovely tea! He landed on the ground, standing perched on his toes beside Fire Walker and Dunder. "You know you should really visit during the next season Fire, I bet Squall would love it!" No Squall would hate it and Discord counted on it, preferring on teasing the precocious pony provider. The devious demiurge was always delighted to deny Squall the pleasure of rebuffing his company. Besides he had plans to help the business pony with his little trouble with a certainly Oligarchy!
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  15. The discussion of new noble houses certainly tickled Twilight. There hadn't been a new house in generations and that was for good cause- the nobility found it harder to connect any part of their lineage to Celestia, let alone Luna. Now with Cadance and Twilight things were different. In theory, any branch of their family, any connection at all, could be made nobility. And a family could be elevated into nobility by Princess fiat. Of course, Twilight didn't really see a need for new noble families. The nobility that existed had only recently managed to make themselves both well known and well liked. For centuries the nobility just...sat around. Now they did things. That was good. But she'd rather ponies head into government and do their work there than have titles. But then again she was young. "I wouldn't count on any new houses just yet, but the future is long. Who knows what it holds?" She said politely. Which is more than she could say for Swift Squall, who managed to light a small match in the room. He was an excellent stallion who had an unfortunate love affair with dramatics, and he decided to light off a match next to a bomb named Ice Storm, one that wasn't too hard to set off herself. His anger at Tempest Shadow's easing into positions of influence and her forgiveness was bad enough. But her ears bristled at him bringing EPIC- an organization supposed to be secret- up in public, and his general attitude. Yes, that was bad enough. And then Ice Storm lit into him and why wouldn't she? But as she did so, Twilight saw her friend's spheres come unsocketed and- okay, this was going far enough. "ENOUGH!" Around her shot out a bubble of purple energy that enveloped the two of them and pulled them closer to her, before the bubble finished forming around them and only them. It was a sphere of silence and one that would allow her to quickly and succinctly reorient them in private. First, Swift Squall. "Swift- How dare you do this! This is a public Hearth's Warming Eve Celebration and you're bringing your personal issues with how things are done? Would you have done this during the Grand Galloping Gala or any other event that was held in Canterlot? If it was Celestia? Or are we simply so familiar you forget that there is a time and place? Well, it isn't here, and it isn't now. But if you want to have this discussion now, Swift Squall, we'll have it now. Fizzlepop Berrytwist, AKA Tempest Shadow, is an Equestrian- and without her aid, there would not be an Equestria for you to be angry in defense of. The clemency for her actions was agreed to by Celestia, supported by Luna and Cadance, and argued for by me. As for her position? Her talent and skill at military matters would be wasted in any other role. If you have a problem with that I understand, but how dare you do this here. The fact that you wanted to bring this up at a party of all places-" Then her eyes bugged out momentarily, "and that you would mention EPIC in public," she said before her eyes narrowed again "-is stunning to me." She turned to Ice Storm. "Ice, I understand why you are frustrated. I am too. But- again, why mention EPIC, I don't understand- you cannot allow yourself to get riled up. You know as well as anypony else that Swift here is a stallion of...dramatic phrasing. And especially when you get riled up, look what happens?" She said, pointing to her unlocked spheres. "You need to relax." She sighed, running her head with her eyes closed. "I am flabbergasted I have to have this conversation with the two of you. Swift, you need to apologize, and the both of you need to relax. You both know the other loves Equestria and we have all done our fair share in its defense," her eyes shot up at the both of them, "what is wrong with you? Why mention EPIC!? Are you two even aw- ugghh," she said, shaking her head. "No matter. Apologize, relax, do what you must- and try to enjoy the party?" She asked as the spell came to an end, the sphere of silence leaving them. "My apologies, everypony. I must take my leave- have to swear in some new elected representatives from across Equestria!" She said with a cheery smile. She turned to Blueblood, her eyes leaden with concern and hidden behind the smile that only slowly left her. "If you could handle matters here for a few minutes?"
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  16. Prince Blueblood The Prince was no stranger to Holiday Charity events. They were a part of the nobility's regular social calendar; where the size of one's donations were compared in a contest of status and wealth. Not exactly a display of virtue, but it didn't hurt anypony, and helped quite a lot of ponies, so who cared? Ponyville was different, though; most ponies didn't have as much surplus to give out of, but made up for it by the generosity of their hearts. It could really restore a stallion's faith in equine nature, as well as humble him. Not that Blueblood was any stranger to being humbled, it had to be said. It turns out that all the hard stuff everypony said built character did, in fact, build character. Who knew? Well, Blueblood did now, which was part of the reason why he was here. Acting as Archancellor to the School of Friendship, he'd already begun to integrate into the social life of the burgeoning town, which now included their Heartswarming Eve festival! He was technically the first to show up and donate, though since it was to the non-profit he'd founded himself (IMAGINE, an organization dedicated to forging greater economic and peacemaking ties across international borders), he asked that he be recused from the drawing. Instead, he would take up position beside Princess Twilight, to welcome all the donators! "I'm expecting a good turnout, if last year was any indication."
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  17. Princess Bluebelle While Fire's green-coated Beau was still scarce, at least the Princess' accompaniment had decided that it was better late than never. "So it seems that I was, Dunder. Is this normal when one is the mare in a relationship?" She asked, sea-blue eyes dancing with humor. Dunder didn't switch as often as Bluebelle did, partly because of the use of a different and rather less hair-trigger transformation mechanism, and partly because the tan pegasus tended to prefer their mare form much more strongly these days. Still, bless him, Dunder seemed to want to wear a suit and tie today and make a traditional couple out of them. "Oh? I hadn't heard the Twilight Guard dissolved; my Aunties kept both their personal retinues under a separate chain of command. It often helped them in situations where they'd otherwise have to send protocol or regulation breaking orders through the REA. We've found that approach to be wise ourselves, haven't we, Dunder?" She gave him a smile and a wink. The curtsy was appreciated, though she wouldn't have called out the lack thereof here of all place. Why, they'd be stuck admonishing commoners all day, which would be awful when there were much more appropriate uses for one's time, like cake! "Oh, yes, I was. That was back when I was still in the middle of moving in for the Spring Semester; goodness, that was so busy, no wonder it slipped my mind." She started moving towards the refreshment table, lining for cake behind the brides. "I don't think you met my new kitty, though? I'll confess, a great deal of effort was put into making the castle ready for him; Twilight hadn't made any sort of preparations for having a feline guest about the place." She tried as hard as she could to keep a straight face throughout, just in case Fire hadn't heard about Niilavin...
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  18. Flurry Heart A lone guard sat in the seat across from the young alicorn as the train rumbled down the tracks towards Celestia knows where... Or was it Aunt Twilight knows where now? Her facial expression showed boredom as turned to look out the window. "I don't suppose you can tell me where we're heading?" Flurry said with a bit of winning. "I know we're not going to Aunt Twilight's in Canterlot, that was three stations ago." The guard would smile at her as shake his head no. "Some help you are." she said slouching into her seat and levitating a few small snacks. "With your mother and father busy at the summit, your aunt has made special arrangements for you." Flurry's face picked up. "Special!" she exclaimed. "I love special. Is it meant to be a surprise? That's why your not telling me isn't it?" The guard would smirk at the young alicorn. "Oh, you'll be surprised alright, and don't act so board. Your mother sent a few books she wants you to read while your away from the empire." Flurry's excitement would quickly fade as she began to pout. "Hfff. Fine. Royal Etiquette... 4th Edition..." as she rolled her eyes before beginning to read it. As the train lurched to a stop, Flurry would look up from her book. "Well, here you are, Ponyville. The real center of Equestria. Princess Cadance has left strict orders for you. I'll see you in a week." Flurry had already stepped off the train onto the platform when she heard him speak. "What do you mean see you in a week? Aren't you suppose to accompany a princess wherever she goes? And who's supposed to carry my bags?" The guard grinned. "My orders are only to make sure you got off the train...and your supposed to carry them yourself." The guard would levitate Flurry's bags onto the platform as well as a parchment. Before Flurry could respond, the doors to the train car closed. Flurry would glare at the guard through the window as the way back home pulled out of the station. It had been years since Flurry had set hoof in Ponyville and apparently she left quite the impression before she left. "Auntie Twilight's other castle..." she would stop mid sentence as she had the opportunity to actually read her mother's scroll. "Sweet Apple Acres?!" she exclaimed with annoyance. "They're sending me to a farm.. Ugh." As the alicorn took her first step onto the dirt streets, she would quickly decide to hover there instead of walking, her bags held in her magical aura. "Well, this should be interesting..." as she began her short journey. If there is was one silver lining, she'd at least get to visit her Aunt's friends. Little did she know they where also at the summit...
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  19. Roleplay Type: A New Generation Name: Queen Haven Gender: Female Age: "Mature Adult" Species: Pegasus Eye color: Ice Blue Coat: Perwinkle Mane/Tail: Two Toned Blue and Purple ("Silver? What Silver? That's merely a trick of the lighting, I assure you!") Physique: Trim, but maternal, a mare who takes care of herself Residence: Zephyr Heights Occupation: Royalty, Mother, Celebrity-in-cheif Cutie Mark: Outspread Wings, with a crown above them Unique Traits: A spectacular sense of showmareship and panache! History: Her earliest memory was being inducted into the "Noble Lie." Nopony knew when exactly the pegasi had lost their magic, and with it the ability to fly. Nopony outside the walls of the palace knew that the Royal Family of Zephyr Heights had kept up the pretense they still could for as long as anypony remembered. That was just the world Haven Storm was born into when the then-rulers of the pegasi had their foal, and she took to it. Naturally, having to keep up a pretense at all times usually meant that the Royal Family kept out of the spotlight for as long as possible, but that was really not Haven's style. Even from a young age, she felt the eyes of the ponies around her, seeing their eyes light up just a little bit in seeing the 'last of the ponies that could fly.' It left a lasting impression on the future queen, and she vowed that not only would such a light never dim in their eyes, but she'd see to it that it shone as often and bright as possible! It was this realization that gave her a cutie mark, and set the path she would take as a Queen. Growing up, then, she would push for more public appearances, improvements in the wireworks, and positively relished the appearance of reporters, whereas her parents had been more stand-offish. Being half-celebrity, half-ruler where one's legitimacy was dependent on a fiction could leave one a little detached from the earth, and in all fairness, Haven could be a little disregarding of the ground truth of things, as it were. Style and substance were one thing in the palace; and this was the milieu she would raise her daughters in. Zipp was born first, and as the heir apparent, it was her that got most of the attention of the staff, and her mother, at first. She would have to keep the whole circus running after Haven, after all. To The Queen's surprise, however, it turned out to be Pipp, her younger daughter, who took after the lifestyle she modeled for them most, even keeping her dear old mum up to date on the new media landscape. Zipp was at least indulgent of her little sister's hogging of the limelight, though Haven would often worry about her cavalier attitude towards the whole show. In one respect, she had been right to worry, as one day, a couple of strangers, an earth pony and unicorn, showed up! Haven could not risk any panic to her subjects, and so had the spies detained in the dungeon (a much nicer fate than it sounds, Queen Haven being a believer in rehabilitative justice). But wouldn't you know it, but her oldest daughter not only released them, but joined them on a crazy quest to bring back magic, that involved the theft of her crown, the ruining of her younger daughter's big show, and the whole exposure of the fiction she'd spent her entire life upholding! Needless to say there were repercussions. Ponies are rarely kind to a liar revealed, and she soon found herself in her own jail cells! Fortunately, the inner loyalists among the show crew and palace guards, knowing that no state-provided massage chair would ever alleviate the stress of knowing her daughters were on the run, broke her out and they gave chase, all the way to Bridlewood forest, where she pleaded for her daughters to return home! And to return the crown, of course. And yet, that earth pony was able to convince her, just briefly, that magic could return. That the noble lie could be made true. Just long enough, in fact, for Haven to feel Sunny's crushing despair when joining the unicorn and earth pony crystals failed to bring it back. For one second, she'd had hope, had felt what it was that had led Zipp to spurn house, home, and stage for... magic? Or perhaps for a friend? Yes, a friend. A friend who would come running back to warn her and her family of danger. A friend who would brave that danger on a risk of one last shot. A friend who could show everypony the truth about each other, and what friendship could be. And in that moment, when she felt the wind beneath her wings for the very first time, and looked up to see Zipp and Pipp flying above her- They would be able to look down, and see in her eyes the same light she'd used to inspire. And now it need never go out! Character Personality: Queen Haven is not a bad ruler. She cares very much for the welfare and good opinion of the pegasi underneath her. It's just that she rather conflates the importance of the latter with the former. She keeps up appearances under all circumstances, and tends to trust in her ability to control the situation with soothing words, smoke and mirrors. Truth had always just been an incidental luxury to the needs of rule, and that habit is hard to break. But, being a loving mother, and a caring queen deep down, she is willing to open up to new friends, though it takes a bit to get her to take the mask off. Character Summary: Half-celebrity, half-ruler, all mother.
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  20. Glitter enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped up in a tight hug from Tempest. She breathed the unicorn in as they shared a moment. A moment that was for all to see...a rarity for her purple mare. She giggled softly, wrapping herself tightly around Temtem. They were so close that for an instant she could feel Tempest's heart beat against her chest. "I had to come," She glanced around. "I knew you'd hardly be able to handle all this cuteness!" She stuck out her tongue in squinted her eyes shut, mimicking disgust. She stepped back, glancing at a mare that was apparently lifting towards the ceiling! There was only so much time before gatherings a ponies tended towards the weird. "Do you think we should help TemTem?" She then glanced towards the door. "Or go find some alone time?" Either way she would get her along time with the beautiful mare at some point this evening.
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  21. Tempest was hardly paying attention to her surroundings as Glitter snuck up on her. The mare almost got the drop on Tempest but in the last few moments Temtems ears flicked up in alert. She didn't turn around as she stayed put in let the hoof steps close in behind her and a voice she knew all too well spoke in to an ear. Tempest honestly did not think Glitter was coming, so it was something of a shock… Yet she knew it was the real Tempest with one look over her shoulder. Her feelings for the mare were… A mess. Have been for so very long and have not gotten more clear. But whenever that mare was nere she couldn't help but smile and feel as if so much worry was washed away in a flash of that loving smile. “You came?” She asked, her tone hardly reflecting the joy she felt seeing Glitter. Not that it needed to, she showed joy in other ways after all. Turning about she locked her front legs around the mare and hugged her firmly yet gently. She held it for a time, nuzzling in to the mare in a rare moment of public affection before releasing Glitter. “I’m glad you are here, I was about to die from how cute and lovely this dovey was. Was going to puke.” As she talked, a mare sneezed and… Well, things got weird fast. For one her flank refused to stay on the pillow. For two, others seemed to have the same problem. Tempest just frowns as she drifts upwards. “This! This is why we are never moving to ponyville Glitters. Every time, without fail, something like this happens.” She fussed. ~~~~~~~~~~ Nilaavin was still nudging the Shy mare along to play his game when some muffled sneeze. He paid that no worry, the shouting after it was more… alarming. He rubs his face with a paw and groans in frustration. Something was going on. Something was making a mess of the wedding. Of course something was this town was allergic too order! How hard can it be to just have some event happen where every pony got in line, did as told and sat where they were supposed to be? “It seems the game must be held for the moment Butter Shy.” With that he gets up and pushes open the door to peakd inside. … ….. Why were the snacks… er, ponies floating all over? Was it that blasted worm again? “Sir Blueblood! Are you ok?” He shouted in to the building, his voice echoing off the walls with all the authority and power a sphinx’s voice can muster.
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  22. Nilaavin claps his paws together with a big smile as the mare agrees to play his game. This will make things oh so much more fun! Sitting outside by the door got boring after all, not that he was banned from going inside it's just… Well, he did not wish too get stuck in the doorway again. Most of all at this event. It's all about Blue and his mates after all! Not some cat stuck in a doorway. So he focused on the mare, ears picking up the sounds of some speech inside. Things must be on the way, good for them. “The game is easy, I tell riddles and you must answer them as best you can. Fear not if you get them wrong or don’t know! No harm will come to you on this day.” He says laying down in front of the yellow and pink pony. “If you win you may ask something of me.” He added with a small nod. “Let’s start shall we? Something easy…” He taps a claw on the ground a few times. “What can you break, even if you never pick it up or touch it?” ~~~~~~~~~~ Blech. Tempest can’t help but look at everything other than the ceremony. It was just so… bleh! She was not jealous or something. Never. This was nasty filly noneses, she just wanted to get the free food, drink and toss down with Star later in some mud. That was real fun. Not some gooshy kissing and love. Love was lame… She wished Glitter was here. Not that she loved her! She just liked her. A lot. And the snuggles. Glitters was warm. Whatever, this was boring. And lame. Needs more cannons. Airships… The herd was Star Crusader’s? What? That made her look at them, ears flicking as her head leaned to one side. Can a mare lead a herd? Can… Can she lead a herd? That was… interesting. She’d do a good job of it, how can she not? She was more of a stallion than most stallions can hope to be! She’d easily lead a herd. Looking down at her belly she frowned, gears spinning in her head about such things.
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  23. Guess who's back (back back)- Back again!
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  24. Unknowingly missing the ceremony, Fluttershy continued to be enamored with the large security creature who posed himself at the front door. "A game?" Fluttershy questioned. Considering the strangeness of the request, it wasn't like Fluttershy to miss out on the wedding, but she had become so distracted with the sphinx that she was willing to play along for whatever education of his kind would bring to her. "Um. Sure! What kind of game?"
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  25. (OOC: Drafted by me, Dunnie, and Steel together!) And then, as if in a sudden blink, there he was. Not that Blueblood had been instantly warped to the front of the aisle, dressed to the nines, together with the mares he loved most in all this world. No, it was simply that this was suddenly clear to him as the only salient fact, protruded on but dimly by the presence of Princess Twilight Sparkle. Crusader, meanwhile, stood tall and firm, as if restraining herself with difficulty from spreading her wings and taking Dunnie and Blueblood under them like a brooding hen. Time for that later, when they both were officially hers to have and hold, to love and cherish... "We are gathered here today to celebrate with Star Crusader, Blueblood, and Dunnie Blust as they proclaim their love and commitment to the world. We are gathered to rejoice, with and for them, in the new life they now undertake together.” Blueblood blinked. Twilight was beginning the ceremony proper. He had better regard her as salient, if he didn’t want to miss or flub his vows. Finally! Dunnie thought, it was finally time for the ceremony itself to start. The reason why every creature was gathered there today. The formalities would soon be done with, and their fun could start. “The relationship you enter into today must be grounded in the strength of your love and the power of your faith in each other. To make your relationship succeed it will take unending love. It will take trust, to know in your hearts that you truly want what is best for one another and to learn and grow together. It will take faith to go forward together without knowing what the future holds. Entering into a Herd comes with unique challenges and unique experiences, all of which you have been educated about. If all of you come freely, and understand the responsibility and work involved to make your relationship thrive, and are committed to not only each other but your family, please take each other by the hooves and reply 'we do.' Hoof in hoof in hoof, Blueblood looked his brides in the eyes and said along with them, “We do.” And then it was time for his own vows, which he perked his ears up to catch. "Blueblood, repeat after me: Star Crusader and Dunnie Blust, you are my best friends and everlasting companions. You have brought me the truest happiness I have ever known. I take joy today in committing my life to yours.” “Star Crusader and Dunnie Blust, you are my best friends and everlasting companions. You have brought me the truest happiness I have ever known. I take joy today in committing my life to yours.” The ring-bearer position had been filled by Wordsworth, as the youngest pony which had any close significance to Blueblood’s life and household. For once in a rare circumstance, the secretary’s face was devoid of humor, but nonetheless happy for all that. Inwardly relieved at the solemnity on display, Blueblood took up the rings as Twilight began the nest part. “Now place the marriage band on Star Crusader's front-right leg and repeat after me... with this adornment, I promise to stand with you as we share this life, and cherish the memories we make together, with you as the Alpha of this Herd.” Star’s front-right leg had already been held out, ready for Blueblood to seal it with the band of gold. Her amber eyes smiling, she listened to him echo the words: “With this adornment, I promise to stand with you as we share this life, and cherish the memories we make together, with you as the Alpha of this Herd.” They shared a moment where they locked eyes, just a moment, before Blueblood moved on to the second part of his vows. “Place the second marriage band on Dunnie Blust's back right leg and repeat after me...with this adornment, I promise to stand with you as we share this life, and cherish the memories we make together." This part was a little more awkward, as it involved him having to break formation a little bit to get at her leg. But she was accommodating, and soon he was able to speak the words: “With this adornment, I promise to stand with you as we share this life, and cherish the memories we make together." Dunnie blushed hard as she felt his telekinesis put the band onto her leg. Now it was official. She closed her eyes and puffed up her chest as she posed while taking in the promise. "Dunnie Blust, repeat after me: Star Crusader and Blueblood, you are my best friends and everlasting companions. You have brought me the truest happiness I have ever known. I take joy today in committing my life to yours.” Dunnie was beaming as her turn came. She knew the drill, from practice and since it was just performed on her. “Star Crusader and Blueblood, you are my best friends and everlasting companions. You have brought me the truest happiness I have ever known. I take joy today in committing my life to yours.” “Now place the marriage band on Star Crusader's front-left leg and repeat after me.... with this adornment, I promise to stand with you as we share this life and cherish the memories we make together, with you as the Alpha of this Herd. Place the second marriage band on Blueblood's back-left leg and repeat after me...with this adornment, I promise to stand with you as we share this life, and cherish the memories we make together." “With this adornment, I promise to stand with you as we share this life and cherish the memories we make together, with you as the Alpha of this Herd.” As she recited the vow, she trotted to Star and lifted the large leg. With some finesse, she managed to place the bangle on the foreleg and clasp it shut with a wing. Though Star’s expression was subtle, anyone close enough could see those shining eyes now. They were more expressive than her silent muzzle, and they spoke of love and happiness. She then turned to face the alabaster stallion. “With this adornment, I promise to stand with you as we share this life, and cherish the memories we make together.” She gave Blueblood a glance to return his gaze, which he did, restraining himself with difficulty from kissing her before the ceremony called for. She trotted to his back-left leg after making sure it was the correct leg. In a smoother action than before, she took his leg and clasped the band on the appendage. "Star Crusader, repeat after me: “Blueblood and Dunnie Blust, you are my best friends and everlasting companions. You have brought me the truest happiness I have ever known. I take joy today in committing my life to yours. “Blueblood and Dunnie Blust, you are my best friends and everlasting companions. You have brought me the truest happiness I have ever known.” Star paused, swallowing back a slight choke before continuing. “I take joy today in committing my life to yours.” “Give leave for Dunnie Blust and Blueblood to take the wedding bands you have offered and attach them to their free back legs and repeat after me...with these adornments, I promise to stand with you, in front of you, beside you, and always with you as we share this life and cherish the memories we make together, as the Alpha of this Herd." Dunnie would require a little more help than Blueblood to attach the band. This was slow work for her, since her relatively larger size made manipulating the bands slightly more awkward. Fortunately, she was too happy to be self-conscious. “With these adornments, I promise to stand with you as we share this life and cherish the memories we make together, as alpha of this herd.” "Star Crusader and her Herd, prior to this moment you each walked a separate path. Now, you embark together on a shared path. Yet the journey is not yours alone, as you share it together, with the many becoming one. It is the strength of your love that shall nourish you all together as a Herd. Star Crusader and her Herd, today you have stood before these witnesses and declared your intent to commit your lives to one another in marriage and in the formation of a Herd. You have made promises to each other and your family. Your road to this moment has not always been smooth, but you continued to fight for one another. I hope you will never forget the fight and perseverance it has taken to get to this moment. And I hope you will never forget the love and joy you feel today, because these are the values that will keep your Herd and bond to one another strong. And so, by the power granted by my status as Sovereign of all Equestria and in the Olde Laws that Govern Equestria, I declare this Herd anew and its members the Crusader Herd. Let all creatures here and everywhere recognize and respect this union, now and forever. Star Crusader, you may kiss your brides." *Whoosh* As if they had been kept down on top of tightly coiled springs, Star Crusader’s enormous wings sprang out with sufficient force to push a breeze through the whole Hall, sending the hem of her dress flapping behind her like a windsock. In the very next second, those wings had wrapped around her herdmates, drawing them both in for a simultaneous kiss so intense as to be audible. It was the most obvious display of emotion in public for the mare since… well, ever! Dunnie’s cheeks were flushed red as she was taken into the wings. She leaned in close and her puckered lips met the others’ and they joined in a three-way kiss.
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  26. ~~Star Crusader~~ The jab to the shoulder may as well have been Tempest tapping a boulder with her hoof, but Star took it in good humor. "Then it's a date. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to make my herd official. See you later." And with a bow to both Temmy and Sky Crack, Star Crusader turned to go towards the front. ~~Spoiled Rich~~ The older mare was quite glad to see that investment of time into the magazine photoshoot had paid off. It had been a particularly trying episode... more for the photographer than for her, admittedly, but that's what he was paid to deal with. "You're quite correct. What is more to the point these days, I am now also the Mayor of this fine town. I know I cannot be the first to say this, but Welcome to Ponyville." Spoiled's unique muzzle was wearing its most pleasant smile, as it did when she conversed with those she considered social equals. There weren't many of those around this town, though considerably more since Prince Blueblood had become Archancellor of the School of Friendship. His admission policy seemed to be focused on bringing in high-status foreign students, and this seemed like very sound policy to her. "You are a friend of the groom, or one of the brides?" She inquired. "I can't say I know either of them all that well personally, but I could hardly refuse an invitation to a Royal Wedding they so graciously allowed this town to host." She lowered her voice. "While I'm happy for the... three of them, I do hope that Filthy isn't going to be getting any ideas from this." ~Prince Blueblood~ The Prince was glad to see Fluttershy taking advantage of the opportunity to escape the crowds. She and Niilavin should get along quite well. Hopefully. Better than with Swift Squall, at least. But Flutters was not the most salient pegasus mare to Blueblood today. That spot was held by two, one of which had her wing around him with active nuzzling. "She should be." Blueblood answered as regarded Princess Twilight, unable to keep a note of impatience out of his voice. Darn it, he wanted to be married already! Taking one last look over towards Smolder and Gallus, Blue shook his head. "I wish I could say you weren't right. I both miss those days and never want to go back to them. Mostly because neither you nor Star were in them, at the time." OK, a bit cheesy, but Dunnie had never refused queso before, to his knowledge. A shadow fell over the group as Star Crusader stood between them and the window. "I believe most of the guests are in place, now only we remain." She was smiling now, visibly, which was still an unfamiliar position for her face. "Let us take our positions. We have waited long enough, my loving herd." *Look at her, taking charge already.* Blueblood thought, as she escorted the pair of them away from Fire with a wing and shepherded them towards the front. Already, the music of the organ was playing. Was that Spike on the keys? There weren't many ponies who could play an instrument like that. Wandering thoughts, however, came home, now that he could see Star and Dunnie together in their dresses. Reminders of how beautiful they both were, and how lucky a stallion he was, drove all other thoughts from his mind...
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  27. @PrinceBlueblood @Pretzelparty @Ciraxis @RexDraco @Dusty When Blueblood had encouraged Fluttershy to meet with the sphinx who was over by the mayor, she perked up and around to see how soon she might attend this kind of meeting. If for no other reason than that she was beginning to feel encroached by the many wedding guests that mingled around her, wanting to compliment her on her dress, and reacting to what her date was currently entertaining. Upon a Discord-related magical explosion in which Fluttershy was not paying close attention to, several items appeared from seemingly no where, and a snake appeared under Fluttershy seeking shelter. She accepted the snake's desire to stay with her until the snake was feeling confident enough to return to the garden to resume its busy evening searching for food scraps and for other unsuspecting creatures, rodents perhaps, who were also looking for food scraps. Before Fluttershy could resume her short trek in finding out where the mayor was, Discord introduced her to Bevel. She immediately began wearing a greeting face. "Oh, nice to meet you." She flinched at the explanation. "Robots?" When Bevel expressed that robots was only a recent project, Fluttershy nodded courteously. "That's neat. Hey, um, excuse me, I need to meet with somepony really quick." Fluttershy turned and looked at the sea of guests, carefully nudging through them in order to not disturb their cheerful conversations. Suddenly, she was ambushed by a jade colored unicorn who had remarks to say about the three way wedding, but then also went into detail about his thoughts on the sphinx he heard mentioned, and spoke to her and Blueblood openly. He did not mince words, which was fine, but Fluttershy kept feeling like she was roped into listening to him. Every time she wanted to softly step away, she felt she was being talked to and stayed in her position. Blueblood now conversing with the green pony, gave her a better out to escape the conversation and go to the sphinx herself to see what the fuss was about. She felt like she was the only one at the event who was ignorant of the creature. And why did it seem like everypony was suggesting the creature had as much agency as a pony? Fluttershy always did that herself, but she had only considered Blueblood was mentioning the sphinx as if it was a pet. But it seemed much more than that. Seeing where the mayor had walked from, Fluttershy approached the entrance to the castle, where many were entering to attend the wedding. She looked around for the sphinx but couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. After a short pause at the castle gates, she slowly backed up to turn around and ran into a soft furry surface. When she turned around, she realized it was the large thigh of the brown-pelted sphinx, who towered over her and everypony around. She was not easily frightened by large creatures, but having not expecting his size she reacted shocked and momentarily scared. How she missed seeing this creature upon arrival to the wedding was beyond her. She must had been so nervous about attending this event that didn't even notice the large sphinx serving as a bouncer to this very special occasion.
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  28. ~~Star Crusader~~ Was there any hint of suspicion in Star's eyes at the mention of a gut injury by Tempest? The impassive mare's face rarely gave so much away. In either case, she was amenable to the condition. "It will be a friendly spar, for sport and for show, so I have no objections." Not that the reciprocation meant much; her muscle-bound abdominals were almost armor in and of themselves. Temmy might bruise Star's solar plexus, but she'd as likely get a sprained wrist for her troubles. She looked over towards Sky Crack to see if she was willing to take up Temmy's offer to make it a three-for-all, but it seemed the Acroneighos mare was not inclined to reply. "Mhm, if that is all, I should return to my herd. There seems to be some kind of commotion that they are dealing with." ~~Prince Blueblood~~ “WAAAGH!” "GAH!" The sudden honk of Fire's goose nearly caused the Prince to jump out of his skin. He never liked sudden noises like that, and he had a particular antipathy towards geese. Nasty, brutish creatures that made the most barbaric of Caribou Vikings look like a respectable Ponyvillian in comparison! Once he smoothed his mane back in place and recovered what was left of his dignity, he turned back to Gallus. It seemed the issue with his dubiously voluntary REA recruitment was taken care of, and there was little desire in the bluebird to fly home. But a desire for anyone else, though, that was the ticket! The newly wedded and those about to be could not help but play matchmaker. "In which case, Gallus," He leaned in to whisper, "I would suggest not wasting time in making your move. You will not be young forever." That was about as far as he got before Smolder pulled him away. "Well!" Said Blueblood to the remaining party, "That was certainly something. Have all the guests found their seats? We should probably get this ceremony back on track sometime today, eh Dunnie?"
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  29. Fire Walker was amused at her new gift, “I’m going to keep this if you don’t mind.”, she pushed on the faux-goose and it made an pleasing, “WAAAGH!” sound. The adult mare could not be even more pleased than she was at the moment. She named her new friend, ‘Goose-tave’. qThe red mare enjoyed her brief moments of affection from both her good friend Dunnie, and her hubby to be. She gave Goose-tave another push, an he responded with another “WAAAGH!”. The mare’s mile faded as Swift got into his dramatics and when got further into the drama with the griffon-boy she sighed, “But my Grace asked me if he was suitable to be an officer, and I asked the boy the standard questions. That signature would never stand alone, even if he were properly sober as he is underage and would require a signature from a parent or guardian.”, Fire pointed out. The mare was the very least pony on this planet to lecture any creature about drinking. The pony gods would rightfully strike her down if she even thought about even having the desire to pull out a chair, turn it around and sit on it backwards while feeling the desire to ‘rap with this youngster’. She was a terrible role-model for such a thing. Still, she did feel bad for the cute griffon who appeared to be very stressed out over this situation. “Good, if you ever desire to join the R.E.A. at the time you see fit, please visit your local recruiter.”, Fire sounded like a proper officer. “And if you wish, tomorrow morning, I will send a letter to the head recruiter and made sure your invalidated paper is rejected. And for now, why don’t you go hang around with your cute little dragon friend over there. She looks a little lonely.” And she was really going to town with those fries. Good gravy. “Huh. Thanks.”. the young dragon liked fries, but preferred the potato variety over the more pony friendly and rather dry ‘hay’ version. But free fries beat no fries. She started to nimble on the horsey-treat while others chattered on, and some crazy pony played with her toy goose. And poor Gallus. He sounded rather scared and she needed to help her cute lil’ pal. She made her way at her friend’s side. “Good idea, your majesty. Let’s go..”, she whispered to Gallus with a wink. “We can swipe some cake on the way out.”
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  30. Gallus shook his head. Were these ponies crazy? Were all ponies crazy? That had been his experience so far and today was not changing that one iota. What he had wanted was for Blueblood to just go ahead and tear that piece of paper up. What he wanted was for this to be quick, clean and then over. Instead, another pony had to get involved all while Smolder and her growing more inebriated self made her little commentary and snickers and uggghhhh. Why was life so patently unfair? He had been born in Griffonstone. Wasn't that enough of a kick in the teeth or was the universe aligned precisely to screw him time and time again? This other pony, the red pegasus mare with the demeanor of a guard and the body of poster-pegasus for the military, asked him if he had a list of qualities. He had never failed a test in Equestria and he wasn't about to start now. "Me? Please I-" he said before he felt prickles on the back of his neck. He turned and saw Smolder. Oh damnit. If he said what he was going to say- that he was honestly a rotten coward with no decency or self-control- then Smolder would die from joy. She could spread that everywhere and some small quirk in the back of his feathers would stop him from lying about it. Great, his own crushed self-esteem had forced him into an eternal loop. He couldn't lie about what he wanted to say because the truth was sweet when it was unintentional fuel to fires of self-flagellation that a kitten who didn't think he was worth much had inside of him, yet he was too weak and cowardly inside to take even the kind-hearted abuse of a friend over it. He was being punished no matter what. He felt there was a lesson here about moderation and keeping a cool head but he wasn't learning it, not today. "I...listen, I have all those qualities and then some but I'm too young and I shouldn't have been drinking and come on, signing somegriff up while they're barely coherent seems like it isn't right," he said as nodded his head to emphasize the words. As he did, a shake appeared. On his beak. He didn't have time to wonder why it happened as he tried to stop it from falling, repositioning himself under the treat as if it were a game while another stallion he had never met defended him and gave him some sort of business card. It also helped shut him up, which he was sure others appreciated. And one of the Herders was here- wait, wasn't Dunnie supposed to be away from the groom?- and commented on his penmanship. He wanted to bristle in defense, but chocolate shake. He was a fan of her deciding to use authority she probably didn't have I(at least yet) to cancel the whole thing. He snapped his talons in approval, pointing at her in excitement.
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  31. This wedding only got better and better. Her favorite mischievous spirit was here, her invention was still working for Dunnie, and they had coffee! Instant coffee, but coffee nonetheless. "Oh I'm sure he's not bothered by it! It was an appropriately chaotic greeting!" She said with a cheery smile before the noodle popped out of existence and then back into it, "Maybe I was mistaken though." Then she fell to ground on her plot, gravity reasserting itself on her person. It was then that she noticed something strange: someone spoke to her! That in and of itself wasn't new. She'd been spoken to many a time before, but not often by someone she couldn't see. The inventor tilted her head and shook it about before clearing her throat and looking to Discord as his tail pointed to his date. She had heard many a thing about Fluttershy. Most of those things came from the mouth of her date of the evening. Discord spoke often about her and of all the animals she took such good care of. Animals were never Bevels field of expertise, or even a notable interest, but it was still fascinating to hear how the mare managed to curtail even bears and the like. The inventor bowed her head with a peppy grin, "Enchante, Mademoiselle Fluttershy! Discord has spoken very highly of you... and I do much more than make Fighting Robots. In fact, that is only a recent project." Bevel was an eccentric mare prone to getting lost in her own little world, so she missed the entrance of a rather fabulous looking pony. She looked searchingly at the mare a moment, "Are you a ventroliquist? That was very impressive... and did you say you had a proposition? I'm always looking for new projects, what do you have in mind?" At Squall's question, Bevel gave a simple nod. She was getting so busy lately... fortunately she had an idea that would let her substantially increase her workload later, but that will require a lot of paperwork and permissions to a certain site near Ponyville. "Monsiuer Squall, I'm not ready to take the reins just yet, but I shall be soon!" [For the time Being Presteza will fade into the background unless called on.]
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  32. ~Star Crusader~ Tempest's hoof was taken with a gentleness that did not quite manage to be effortless, and did not last long enough to let go. Star gave a little pump or what was to her was little. Temmy was probably a sturdy enough mare not to be shaken to her bones by it, but the number of ponies at this party for whom that was true was a very small number indeed. "Indeed, though there were few shields that were actually there to be broken. Armorplates, mostly, but Armorbreaker is too many syllables to be a snappy nickname." A slight twist in her facial muscles appeared, perhaps it was meant as an expression of amusement. "I will say, though I am ultimately glad we had no occasion to appear as enemies to each other, I do regret that we never had opportunity to test skill and might against each other. If you feel the same, do see me during the reception. A mud pit for the wrestling contest should be easy to arrange." She turned to Sky Crack. "The same offer is extended to you as well, Tagmatarches Sky Crack, should you wish to relieve your feelings of boredom." ~Wordsworth Psmith~ Having delivered Gallus and Smolder into the tender mercies of Prince Blueblood, Psmith stepped back to watch the show, finding himself next to the self-described Airship Captain. "Comrade Blitz, clipper of the clouds!" Psmith took his interlocutor's hoof with practiced grace and elegance. "I am here in my capacity as His Royal Highness' personal secretary, though elsewhere I am known as a Canterbridge boarding school alumni, champion of the common artist, and many others. One must suit one's role to the company." He did not mention that he was the son and heir of one Baron Psmith. Not that he had any lack of fondness for the old fellow, but his reputation was eccentric enough without bringing up a well-known noble lunatic into the conversation. "But hark, I believe a show of more than common comic interest is about to unfold!" He pulled Arctic back a little further, to talk privately. "Behold, the pre-wedding complication, drunk and hungover students, in close proximity to the lord of Chaos himself! One doesn't get a show like this on the stage often, and never for free!" The unicorn grinned and tapped his muzzle. For one who bore all the markings of a smooth criminal, he seemed to have no malicious interests beyond amusement. In this respect, he was remarkably similar to Discord; one who conceded to order in dress and daily habit, but one no less fond of a little chaos surrounding his circumstances. ~Prince Blueblood~ The aforementioned scene unfolded, with Prince Blueblood holding Gallus's increasingly nervous gaze with an increasingly elevated eyebrow. The papers handed over did nothing to lower either, it had to be said. He looked back from the papers to the griffon, and his apparent accomplice/enabler dragon. As it happened, his powers, in terms of the guard, only extended to recruiting Honor Guards from the regular ranks, over and above the wishes of their officers. And Gallus was not at that level, as he was well ready to admit. As for whether he would make a good guard at all, however... "Fire, Dunnie, do you mind coming over here a minute?" He gestured over to where the two of them were catching up. "I want to get your opinion on this. It seems the local recruiter thought my fine student here to be officer material. I wouldn't dare gainsay his judgement, but I think Gallus feels the need for a second opinion." It seemed his unstated desire for secrecy would not be respected, much to the delight of the observing secretary. The chirp of a bird brought Blueblood's attention back to Fluttershy, upon whom the avian had alighted. "Oh, right yes. Well, if Daring Do wrote of cats whose size was only exceeded by their ego and appetite, I'd say yes. But he's really a sweet boy once you get to know him. Talk to my secretary about an appointment, my calendar's going to be a bit full for the next few weeks!" He gave a little laugh. "But if you don't wish to wait, I believe he's currently talking with the Mayor." Knowing Fluttershy's reluctance to engage in crowds, and her, frankly, only tangential connection to him and his, he felt it only polite to offer an out to her. ~Spoiled Rich~ The Mayor smiled up at Niil, feeling herself in the presence of one with whom she could make common cause. "For you, Mr. Niilavin, I will make an opening on my calendar. Also, reserve a seat at the Wildlife control Committee. You've already rendered this town great service by beating back the intruding megafauna, and I should be loath to neither acknowledge nor make future of such help. It may be a little while, however, before we can make a medal in your size." She even blushed at the sphinxes compliment, her expression as genuinely pleased as it ever got. "And you like wise, I look forward to our next meeting!" Spoiled was not a mare that bowed for many, but she did bow in respect to the paragon of order, before turning back around to re-enter the building. The seat next to hers was occupied now, with a stranger to the town. Or had they come in last Heartswarming? She could not recall. Looking over at Solar Flare, she asked. "Are you here as a friend of the groom? Or one of the brides?"
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  33. Gallus couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, even if it wasn't as fully formed as he would have liked. He didn't want anycreature else here. It was fated then that they would let slip his terrible error of judgement the night before and, one way or another, he'd be mocked. And why wouldn't they? It was flipping stupid what he did. The fact that ponies didn't mark their alcohol correctly didn't help. Nor did Griffon biology. Like dragons, they were highly susceptible to the grains and hops used in Equestrian brews. It wouldn't take much to get either one of them off their rocker and into the mistakes-only zone. But here she was and here he was and here Blueblood was and here his chance was and he wasn't going to blow it, not for such a silly reason. That didn't mean he couldn't try to keep it down, though. "Hay, Chancellor. Umm," Gallus said as he started fishing through his bag, hovering close to the Chancellor as his eyes darted around nervously, "congratulations on your big day! Wow. Uhh, two wives. Twice the problems, right?" he laughed nervously. Oh Boreas, stop this. "Anyway, I didn't come to...get you excited or anything. I bet you are already. I needed to talk to you about something," he said as he pulled out a rolled set of three papers. They were stained and full of legalese but had the signatures of a very drunk Griffon, a far less drunk stallion recruiter, and the insignias of the REA and Royal Guard. He whispered. "See this? I was out partying last night. Maybe I misjudged what drinks were what. All I know is that I don't remember signing up for any sort of Guard, and I wouldn't even make a good one," he chuckled nervously "so, ya know. You're a royal and all, and I know your class has the proper power to-" he snapped his talons "-this thing. So if you could be a pal and..." he ended hopefully, eyes darting around to make sure as few creatures as possible knew what was what. ****************************************************** "That sounds like a good agenda to me. Don't bring bits. We don't accept them in Acroneighos and I'd hate to make you work off my very excessive bar tab," Sky Crack responded evenly, with a small twinkle in the back of her voice detailing the ever so small amusement that would come from such an engagement. Certainly a far cry from the boredom on display as standard in this land's wedding customs. Luckily, when you had interesting company even the more boring aspects of life could be averted. To prove this, a Guardspony arrived. Sky Crack knew her, if only vaguely. Arena combatant. Guardspony with a good record. That often did not coalesce. Her own arena experience was for cause- to infiltrate and destroy a Jarl and to tame a dragon. What was Crusader's cause? "Tagmatarches of the Scout Accompli, Fourth Pegtasi," Sky Crack replied. "Pleasure to meet you. I know of your record. You perform well, Crusader," she then rolled her eyes. "As for my countrymares, suffice it is to say that they are...misusing themselves, but such is the curse of youth."
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  34. Fire Walker glanced back at the odd Draconequus and smiled. It was so strange seeing the powerful and former Mad King Of Equestria so relaxed and reserved. She could only blame Lady Fluttershy for such a thing. Her kindness and beauty could turn the sour into sweet and war into peace. "I would not miss this for the world, Your Highness.", the Royal Captain said with a proper bow. So many weddings, but not a single bachelorette party. She wanted to see Princess Twilight dance like she did a few years ago. While rushing to get over to her brother's Canterlot office, the red Pegasus pony took a shortcut through one of the gardens, and noticed the purple pony was dancing rather drunkenly while wearing what appeared to be an potato sack with a pink ribbon tied around it. She wanted to see -that- dance. Although she wondered if Alicorns could get drunk. These images quickly fled once she received a kiss from her favorite stallion. There was a sphinx? How in the world did she miss such a large creature? She always felt sorry for the sphinx in a story she had read. Was it a Daring Do book? She felt sorry for the beautiful creature. She probably was lonely and wanted a friend. And there was Dunder, or Dunnie. She could never get used to that. The red mare waved to her old friend. She really hoped Muggo' would be here, but she had a feeling he would not be able to attend. Their previous adventure with the good Prince, while it happened years ago, she still remembered every bit of it. There was that talk of O&O. She tried to read the 'Players Handbook' during her high school day, but she got as far as the 'Haldo!' old timey greeting on the 1st page. That was far too nerdy for her. One thing shocked her. "I did write...A few...", did she use an old address? "Well, to make things quick. Was hired by Princess Twilight to form her new guard. Then all the crazy stuff happened. Fought the Changeling Queen, an Centaur and what I believe was a preteen filly, and also I have a kid on the way.", she whispered, "Also faced an evil pig with Lady Applejack. This little piggy wanted to take over the world and turn everyone else into piggies. We managed to make her go 'wee wee wee all the way home'.", she added with a wink, "We'll have to find time to talk after this. We have a good deal to catch up with." Smolder's right eye cranked up a little higher as Wordsworth Psmith said the word 'comrade' for a hundred or so times. Was he paid a bit every time he said that word? She had no idea what he was talking about. She glanced over at her bestest bluest birdy buddy who did a better job at talking than she could at the moment. This was his gift. The gift of the gab. The jib of the jab. The bad and the rad. The toad and the tad. The scantily clad and newspaper ad. "I'm just watching him and using the 'buddy system'.", she managed to grunt and walk at the same time. One thing struck her as odd. Was Prince Blueblood talking to her? A real prince! She would let the griffon respond to him. Gift of the gab and all.
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  35. ~~Wordsworth Psmith~~ It was quite clear to see that Gallus was not in any mood to trust his fate to the tender mercies of Psmith’s whimsy. In this, he was likely wise; the secretary took his duties seriously, but he had inherited his father’s puckish sense of fun. There was no real telling what would happen were the unicorn to be left to his own devices with the news that Gallus wished to convey personally to Blueblood, but it would likely have driven the poor bird to drink. Back to drink, at any rate. “A personal meeting, comrade? Well, I cannot say his calendar is currently unoccupied, but never let it be said the Archancellor could not spare a moment for his prized and precious students! But haste, I fear, must be made! His time is already nibbled at, like a cow swimming with the piranha. Come, come!” And with a bid of magical prodding at the back of Gallus and Smolder’s heads, Psmith personally escorted the pair to where Blueblood was engaging with the guests. Hopefully, Gallus wasn’t hoping for a private conversation… ~~Star Crusader~~ Dunnie’s nervousness was hitting Star like oil on a rock, just running off without any visible sign of erosion. Of course, behind that implacable edifice, the mare’s heart was beating slightly faster than usual, but only just. To her, this was but the public formalization of what already existed between all three of them. Her only worry was concerning what disruptive elements might take this opportunity to wreak havoc upon their beloved Prince. And even then, she was fairly confident of being able to back-kick them clear into next week. “It is considered bad luck for the brides to venture out and be seen by the groom before the wedding.” She replied, betraying neither superstition nor the lack thereof. “But I hardly suppose it will make a difference, considering our present circumstances.” She gave a slight smile at Dunnie’s complaints about the chocolates. “Our chocolates, they were given to us to share.” She wondered, briefly, if her fellow pegasus was beginning to use food as a coping mechanism, or if this was due to a… different reason to eat more these days. “Probably best to burn off that nervous energy now. I’ll cover the place with a patrol, sweep by where you’re not. If anything’s going to happen, best know about it before hoof.” Taking flight with heavy beatings of her wings, the amazon of a pegasus finally achieved liftoff, banking to follow Dunnie through the front door. There seemed to be some kind of altercation by the door, a guest without an invitation? Arctic would find himself scrutinized much more carefully by the much larger mare. Star didn’t say anything, but her expression conveyed the sort of dire fate he could expect were any “funny business” to come from his gift. But once Dunnie began to escort him to where the Prince was receiving guests, she took a walk down the other side of the room. This side path brought her close to the secluded spot where Tempest Shadow and Sky Crack were conversing privately. It is possible that the Acroneighos mare would recognize her figure, if not her face, from the Morningstar-wielding armored hulk that was once seen battling in the Arena at Saarvergerg. Duties had later put an end to such entertainments, but the memories, for her, were happy ones, bruises and all. “Honored Strategikos.” She bowed her head in greeting, “Or has your rank changed since last we met?” She couldn’t help but overhear the subject of their talk, and her somewhat unsettlingly unfamiliar smile appeared. “There was, in fact, a party of your fellow-countrymares hired for the occasion, but that was for the Prince’s bachelor party. As you can probably tell, His Highness has a… particular taste in mares.” A slight lift of the wing showed off her well-muscled figure and impressive span. Tempest appeared to share the taste, though her aversion to crowds was well-known and respected. Knowing that her looming presence was crowding in and of itself, Star determined to keep this meeting brief, if the unicorn mare so wished. In truth, the honor guard’s hackles were beginning to rise on the back of her neck, and she unconsciously stood up straighter, giving a side-eye to a couple of the other guests. She couldn’t place a feather on why, just that honed instincts of years were telling her *something* about the stranger seated with… Berry Punch, it seemed? ~~Berry Punch~~ Meanwhile, Berry was under no such apprehensions. Whether it was general naivite or simply having one’s intuition dulled by the fruits of her trade, she sensed nothing but good vibes coming from ‘Jade Beaker.’ “Oh, yes, with Tiger on patrol, we could have made this a regular reunion tour with that cute bat!” She giggled, though the unicorn’s mention of her assumed homeland had triggered another thought. “You know, I don’t think you’ve ever told me much about where you come from. Is this sort of wedding normal in Wingapore? You certainly aren’t averse to taking on multiple ponies at once, from what I can tell. It’s honestly a little unusual around here, though I think ponies are understanding about this sort of thing for the most part.” Her gaze roamed to where she could just see the mayor talking with the sphinx, though it didn’t seem like either were dressing down each other, which surprised her. “If I’m being perfectly honest,” She spoke in a lowered voice, “There are some mares in this town that may well make a stallion look for another option. Not that I’ve heard Filthy do any such thing, though. He’s better than Spoiled deserves, I don’t mind telling you that!” It was a mark of how comfortable Berry was with her plus one, to be so sharing in small town gossip with her. ~~Spoiled Rich~~ If the Mayor’s ears were burning, it didn’t show. Spoiled Rich was much more interested in the sphinx in front of her and what he had to say. The more Niil spoke, the more she realized just how much she liked the cut of this kitty’s jib. He understood. “You see it too, then. Frankly, it’s been hard enough maintaining my own standards in this town, let alone bringing the rest of it up to my level. Would you believe we do not even have a token police force? It is ridiculous. Thankfully, your…” She wasn’t quite sure what to say, ‘Master’ was probably the correct title, but hardly a flattering one. “Well, His Royal Highness was able to pull a few strings with the guard to get a regular posting here. Not that we got many applicants, I believe the only one so far is a Thestral by the name of Midnight Oil. Once I have proper enforcement to hoof, I can really start to put things in order.” She nodded, quite satisfied with herself. “Right now, though, my priority has been the Everfree. The worst events have always involved some beast or swarm or other sweeping through town from the wilds. Thankfully, we have an expert in wildlife control now attached to City Hall, who is currently overseeing a fencing operation.” She omitted the fact that he had also been her opponent in the Mayoral race, running on that exact platform. After all, a good ruler recuperated, rather than crushing, reasonable opposition. A lesson Niilavin would be well-suited to learn, were Spoiled Rich the sort of pony who would actually teach. ~~Prince Blueblood~~ Even when nearly swamped by guests, Blueblood’s famous charm never faltered. He’d held to it in crowds of greater size and lesser friendliness, what was a little extra chaos? “Oh, thank you, Discord. One can never have too much confectionery at a Royal Wedding, after all.” He was quite proud of how minimal his cringe was at the mention of getting it smeared across his face was. Star wouldn’t do that, he was certain, but Dunnie… Dunnie wasn’t the sort to let him get too pompous, and would take corrective measures wherever and whenever she thought them justified. “Oh, and would you kindly let Fluttershy know that I would like to discuss some things with her soon? As you can tell, I recently came into possession of a sphinx, a magnificent creature, but I fear, an endangered one. I’d like to ask if she’s aware of any females of his kind?” Swift’s reminder of their common ancestry struck him as a little out of the blue, but it struck hard. He was quieted by the reflection upon it, and the sight of his friend, or truer to say, cousin’s gift, even moved a tear to his eye. “You… you found what we could not… even after I found my father’s journal…” There was something truly symbolic in the gift, as the expedition where he’d gone looking for the remains of his parent’s crashed airship was where he’d first met Dunnie, back when she was Dunder Blust. In a way, that trip had been the first step to finally reaching today. “Th-thank you. Heh, to think, I thought myself alone and without family for so long…” He looked at Swift and Pressy both, smiling. “More fool I for not actually looking, eh?” The somber moment did not last; no such moment could last, in the presence of the brightening happiness that Dunnie brought to the group. “Dunnie, my dear! I didn’t think- well, I suppose it was too much of an ask to keep you in one room when Princess Twilight was running late.” He gave a short little laugh, returning his wife-to-be’s kiss before turning to the stranger presenting his gift. “Thank you, mister…?” He asked, brow raised, waiting for the stallion to introduce himself. “I know this wedding is hardly typical, but I have set aside a place to deposit gifts. I’m not sure I would have the time to receive all of them personally, you understand.” He did not wish to offend, but having his wedding dissolve into a chaotic mess was not his idea of a good time. With Discord present… well, that might be tempting fate. And the fates, so tempted, presented him with a secretary trailed by two students. “Comrades all! I do regret to inform you that His Archancellorship’s presence and attention are required. His student body requires caretaking. A teacher’s work is truly never done, but care for the younger ones is never a bad sign in a future mate, as all experts agree.” Psmith winked through his monocle at Dunnie, grinning at Pressy. “We are well, Comrade Presteza! The papers, so flighty in their nature, arrange themselves now in ordered ranks, triple file, to the fray! At the desk, we assume command, and the bureaus obey! Truly, Our fair Princess Sparkle shall be pleased in the state with which we have continued her noble institution!” Blueblood looked a little sideways at Wordsworth, but then shrugged. “Alright Gallus, what is it?” The look in the griffon’s eye… it was not encouraging. The tipsy expression of the accompanying dragon was downright discouraging. “You haven’t been raiding the refreshment table before the reception, have you?”
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  36. Fluttershy loved weddings. Everypony was dressed in their best outfit, bachelors and bachelorettes were on their most inspirational moods, and the little ones were super cute and didn't necessarily know why. It was always a good time, celebrating the love two share for each other. However, Fluttershy's eagerness to join such gatherings were typically limited to the connections she feels familiar with. Twilight's coronation after-party? She is one of the Princess's best friends, of course she would be there. Applejack and Rainbow Dash getting married? She saw them almost every day between adventures in friendship and animal-related visits for Winona and Tank, so she would be there at the wedding. When Dr. Fauna host her niece's birthday at her animal clinic, Fluttershy was asked to attend so that she could help entertain the foal guests with fun animal friends. And why wouldn't she agree to that? Dr. Fauna had been a friend and partner in helping her achieve her dreams. Fluttershy loved attending gatherings involving her most important ponies in her life. It's not to say the ponies of the day at this new particular wedding weren't special. Of course they were--special to somepony, that is. But Fluttershy barely knew them. Her interactions with Blueblood were formal, but never delved deeper than the typical delegations and impressive charisma he and she is known for. As for the other side, Fluttershy didn't even know who they were. Were they from Ponyville? How long have they been around? How long had they been with Blueblood? Fluttershy had no idea. And because she had no idea about this relationship, she felt odd being apart of the gig. Discord had invited her to be his plus one. She couldn't say no, she knows how much Discord loves going to a crowd and attempting to steal the center of attention away from the bride and groom. But as she arrived, in her typical wedding guest gown, she nudged Discord as he was mingling with some of the usual wedding gang. "Um, Discord, are you sure it's okay for me to be here? I don't know the couple very well." To this point, the details of the wedding had not been described much to her, only that Discord wanted to go to another event, and maybe Fluttershy could be with him in order to keep him from getting too Discord-y. She hoped he would be on his best behavior and that a small, awkward chit chat by the punch bowl with a stranger would be the worst thing she would have to endure today.
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  37. Dunder's reaction made Bluebelle realize that she had missed something important. "Wait, a foal? How wonderful!" The Princess delightedly clopped her hooves together. "Congratulations, you two! Oh, I can just imagine it now, you and Swift's little one, roaming around the house...." She gave a wistful smile, which drooped a bit as she considered what both her friends were actually like in their younger days. "... Good luck." On that sobering reflection, they were then joined by... well, Discord was probably always technically sober by being always somewhat tipsy. It was as if his natural chaos inoculated him from any artificial inducers thereof. Perhaps he thought them contemptible imitations to his presence. Not something she was inclined to ask, as some instinct told her that conversation might end in somepony getting sprayed with seltzer. Very possibly her. Nonetheless, the draconeqqus seemed on his best behavior. "Oh, we're locals for as long as I'm teaching at Twilight's School. I needed some time out of Canterlot, as did many members of my household, actually. Cramped streets and stuffed do not always a congenial environment make, as I'm sure you'll both agree." She giggled at Dunder and Dissy. Berry, meanwhile, stared a little puzzledly at the suddenly manifested bottle. *That... couldn't possibly be... The fabled Dragonsteen Punch?* The fruit from which it was made was so rare, mostly because it only grew in one place and was subject to damage when shipped. Such drinks could only be made by local artisans, and then only in small batches. To get a bottle meant shelling out, and then waiting, possibly for years. If Discord wanted to bury the hatched, he'd done so. That sucker was now underneath a heap of earth so high as to be a miniature alp!
    5 points
  38. Guise. I finally did it. After 6 or 7 years or so as a brony and something like 30+ OCs.... I finally made my ponysona. Her name is Paige Scribble. Isn't she amazing! I love it so much! And it only took me like 1,000 hours to do (that hair was a nightmare lol).
    5 points
  39. Myth had seen Ice's head move, but couldn't quite make out if she'd nodded or shook her head, she was just starting to try to guage what her intention was based on her emotions when Ice cleared that up for her. "Yes, about that, I thought I saw Princess Twilight's spell, earlier. Looked like some kind of shielding magic. I figured she had it taken care of, but I did wonder what it might be for. Then again, I was outside at the time, it might not have even been Twilight." she giggled, smiling at Ice's invitation "I would be more than happy to share the holiday with you! Making friends is what Hearth's Warming is all about, afterall, isn't it?" she gave one of her most infectious smiles, accompanied by a wink. Just then, Twilight's Royal Canterlot Voice™ echoed down the hall, and Myth could easily tell it was an official declaration of some kind. She visibly turned her attention to it, for a moment, listening carefully. Then, almost absently, lightly tapped her hooves on the floor in applause for the new "functionaries" she'd appointed. "So she was here, afterall." she said more to herself than anything. She had wondered if she'd correctly identified her magic, earlier, since she had limited experience with it. When the stallion introduced himself, she bowed slightly deeper than last time "I'm sorry, Prince Blueblood. I didn't quite know what your aura looked like. I've only heard of you, afterall." she succesfully suppressed a laugh. It was kind of funny that she'd called him a simple door greeter to herself. She didn't really care for nobility. She had some habits that her family instilled in her, but she never felt any reason to be in any special awe of them. In fact, all she'd heard about the Prince was that he was.... kind of a spoiled brat. Not that that's all that different from other high-society types. Although, none of that was apparent here, and she did see a kind of genuineness that she didn't expect from nobility. Besides, she'd already decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, in spirit of the holiday. "It's alright. Duty calls, right? It was nice to meet you, Blueblood. Perhaps we'll see each other around in Canterlot once or twice." she was genuinely interested to get to know what made him seem so different from what she'd heard. However that would have to wait for another time. As Raven spoke about Myth's apparent skill in magic, Myth kind of made a little face and said "Well, not magic, no. Other than illusions, I can barely do a simple levitation spell." she remembered her embarrassing experience failing her practical entrance exam for Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, but then she shook that away, not wanting to dwell on negative memories, and smiled "My talent, tho, is illusions." she pointed at her flank, where sat eight long triangles pointing away from an empty center. "I use a different technique than most probably do, because I don't know what light looks like. Although, if you're into new knowledge, then I think you and I might get along swimmingly." she winked. When Raven suggested they find a seat, she giggled happily "Yes, let's! My dogs sure are tired." she lifted a hoof and the end of it had, apparently, turned into a dog's head, which barked twice before she put her hoof down and the dog illusion shattered like glass, disappearing. It was at this moment that Myth realised she was still casting the illusory snow, absently, and giggled, blowing her horn out like a candle, dissipating her illusion, and giving a friendly smile."Now, did somepony say eggnog, or was that in my head?" she asked jokingly, following the others to the table.
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  40. Prince Blueblood "Oh, do pardon my lack of manners!" Blueblood replied, as soon as he realized that he had forgotten to make introductions to Mythic. "I am Prince Blueblood, and with me right now is Star Crusader, Captain of my honor guard." Among other things, but it was perhaps best not to get into that now. "I can't argue with the effectiveness of your intervention; you certainly make a good addition to the overall spirit of this party!" Like a good host, he broke off his attention to peruse the other guests. Swift and Fire still looked as if they were in a private conversation, and Rose and Scarlett seemed to have gone off to catch drinks together, which was good. The beginnings of a new friendship, it was to be hoped. With his friends now safely piloted out of their respective funks, the Prince knew that he had other obligations to be at. Not that he wouldn't have preferred to leave Spoiled to her own devices, but... well, it was really a little cruel to leave Dunnie in the mare's company. "I wish I could stay for longer, but I'm expected at the swearing-in ceremony. Don't want to get any working relationship on a rougher start than I have to. Besides, I can't leave my poor guard in the lurch like that!" He chuckled. Star, for her part, seemed a little disappointed, but not very surprised, at not being recognized. That is, anyone familiar with her normally inexpressive expression would have recognized those slight movements in the eyes, though Blueblood might have been the only one present who did so. "I'd hoped you would remember me, Icy; we did serve together, up north. That was some time ago, however, and much has happened since." She wasn't able to say more before the pair had to leave, but Blueblood bade her stay outside the ceremony hall while he entered in. She had to keep an eye on everypony while he could not. Spoiled Rich The mayor-to-be gave Dunnie a sideways look, as if evaluating the value of time that would likely be spent arguing with a mentally dense guard. Ultimately, whatever calculus she ran came up with the answer that it would not be worth it. Probably correct; both real and fake stupidity were infuriating and unproductive to engage with, and if nothing else, she wanted her term to be efficient and professional. Taking her seat right at the point where Prince Blueblood entered to stand on the stage beside Twilight, she stood proud beside the few who had been deemed worthy to be sworn in. The exclusivity of the club did little to deflate her ego, that was for sure. "I serve Equestria in three forms..." She began to repeat the oath as Twilight recited it. Did she mean it? Hard to say. There was no small amount of self-serving in her ambitions, but no small amount of public spirit either. Perhaps one needed a somewhat inflated sense of self to dare present oneself as a leader. "And with this oath taken in front of all Equestria, I submit myself to the judgment of the Princess." And just like that, she had done it. It was official, and now what remained was the long years of work, that would truly bring Ponyville from the rank of village to foremost city in Equestria! For his part, Blueblood was content to leave Spoiled to her hobnobbing, only signaling Dunnie to follow him back to the party. "Sorry to leave you in her tender company like that, but we had to make sure a crisis was defused." He gave her a nuzzle in the private hallway between the two chambers, before taking place beside Star once more, who was nuzzled in turn. "I think that's all the official business taken care of. I've half a mind to relieve you both for the night to party, would you like?"
    5 points
  41. Berry Punch Once the pack began to pull out of the Whitetail Woods, Berry Punch was surprised to find herself near the front. She hadn't entered the race with any intention to take home a medal, though other ponies were a different story! Still, whether it was choosing to stick to safe and steady paths, or the buoying by her fellow runners, she was just behind Strong Copper, who himself was trailing the front-runner. *Might just be plain earth pony endurance. Still, I should probably take up running as a regular thing; help keep this figure nice and attractive!* Speaking of which, she shot a glance back over her shoulder at the particular ponies who she had attracted over the course of the race. The exotically handsome Tiger Blood, the fuzzy bat Midnight, and the mysterious Jade Beaker. All who were invited to chill and cool down at her wine/juice bar later in the day. Though, after their sappy detour, several of them would need a shower first! "Come on, slowpokes, you don't miss me at the finish line, right?" She called back, laughing, shaking a burgundy tail at her followers as enticement as they all came into the home stretch,
    5 points
  42. Ho-Boy. Now the reception had begun. Fire Walker gently wiped away her tears and hoped nopony saw her take place in one of the oldest wedding clichés ever. Now they just needed the over-drunk uncle or somepony to storm in and declare that –they- were truly in love with one of the now married ponies. The officer’s ears perked up as she heard a very familiar voice. “Oh Dunders.”, she quickly scooted over to her special friend and gave him a proper hug. She had not seen her former adventuring partner since a rather odd mishap with a magic mirror in her former place of employment. So much had changed since then. “The Twilight Guard has mostly been dissolved as the good Princess now has an whole country to rule. I’m back with the R.E.A proper.”, her voice dropped down to a whisper, “I also have an upcoming change of my own.”, she patted her stomach. “There’s nothing really there that can be seen, but I’ll be bringing a foal of my own into the world in a little over ten months. And don’t worry.”, she smiled at the stallion, “About the cake. I’m pretty sure I heard there’s a few back-ups in the kitchen in case the usual shenanigans break out. And if a larger crowd turned up.” The good Princess Bluebelle made her way over to the pair. Could she imagine as a child that she would know more than one princess personally? Being the proper sort, she gave the royal pony a proper Canterlot curtsy. "He was supposed to be here already.", she whispered with more than a hint of stress in her tone , "And yes, I believe I was with you shortly after that happened. Was it last year's Hearth's Warming Eve?" Or maybe even the previous? Time was going by so quickly. Ooh! They had that one mare..The cellist that was at every Grand Galloping Gala. She is very good! And along with Countess Coloratura. Fire's little sister Wind was a big fan.
    5 points
  43. Berry Punch Well, hello! It seemed that all things did indeed come eventually to the patient and cautious. Or, at least, handsome bat-stallions did, and that was all Berry could or wanted to ask for anyway! "Hmmhm, don't worry about it, Midnight, I don't mind." She giggled, not making any move to separate herself from the Thestral that had backed in against her in the little nook. "I just thought we wouldn't spooning until much later today~" She could not resist the tease, though she broke down laughing again, booping his cute little fanged muzzle when he turned back. "I'm just glad you're not out there getting yourself hurt, sugar."
    5 points
  44. Applejack's first task was cake. And her first task was sharing the cake with Rainbow Dash, and likely making a mess. She puled her wife- that felt good to say- over to the large chocolate cake that was waiting for her. "Open up yer big mouth, flight girl. Yer stuck with me now," she said as Twilight cut the cake with her magic. The piece was given to her- same with Rainbow. Applejack grew a predator smirk with an arched eyebrow as she went in for the delicious kill. Apple Bloom moved in a little slower, her emotions heavily mixed. Her eyes were wet with tears of joy. Her sister had found her perfect pony forever and the APple family was growing. That was easily one of the best things to have ever happened in Apple Bloom's young life, and she didn't want to think anything else. But she couldn't help herself. She hadn't a role to play in this entire affair. She felt old now. Was she old? Well, she wasn't old enough to experience life just yet. She was happy, she was over the hills with joy, but frustrated. It was weird and selfish and it made her feel all the worse for it as smiled her way into the reception. Moonlight trotted excitedly into the reception, eyes and ear and heart on point. It had been soooooo romantic but this was just the start of it! "Oooh, that was sooooo romantic like oh my Celestia. Makes you think, right? Like, wow I hope my wedding is just as radical! Go get us something to drink, sweetie," she said to her little Remington, happy to have him around. Octavia took her position, having moved quickly from the ceremony staging area to the reception area. She, her quartet, and many of the other musicians were working dual roles today, even though the first part was far less exciting than the second. She set herself up on stage, taking her bow out and giving it a few quick cuts before she nodded to the first entertainer of the evening: Coloratura. Rara herself was dressed down rather than up, knowing that Applejack didn't really appreciate the glitz and glam that came with the Countess. Her playlist was one of a few as other entertainers were bound to perform, but had been carefully chosen for this night. She would ignore the sting in her heart for tonight and perform as best she could. It was the least she could do for the married couple. She returned the nod to one of the musicians who was going to provide the backing instrumentation for her. They had a minute or so before the signal for the first song was due to come in, so she ran over the list in her head and took some deep breaths, prepared as best she could be for the night.
    5 points
  45. Berry Punch If, in later days, Berry Punch had been asked where and when things had started to go wrong, it would be here and now. All throughout the race she had planned to take it relatively easy, no risks, no gunning all out for the finish line. Just a nice run in the woods to knock all the leaves down, preferably with good-looking company. But when one of the good looking ponies had decided to open up on the flats, as the sun made a re-appearance from behind the clouds, well! Berry was not a mare well skilled in the art of resisting temptation, and the clear glade surrounding her and the sight of the backside of the mare gaining distance ahead of her proved entirely too much. "Well come on then, Tiger, you can't that stand, can you!?" She laughed, putting an extra spring in her hindlegs as she shifted from a canter to a full on gallop. It had been a while since she'd run at top speed, but in the crisp fall air, with the trees and deer surrounding, it was a pleasure in and of itself, whether or not she managed to catch up to Jade in the front. Not that she wasn't going to try! All Out!
    5 points
  46. All Out! It seems bat stallion got a little miffed with her words/treatment of him. Good. His giggles at her flirting were cute, but he was supposed to be Guard's Pony no? Have a little pride. Put others in their place when necessary. Good, this made the game so much more interesting. "Ufufufu..." she let out excited giggle while glancing back. Yes, chase me! Speaking of interesting, these two others took her challenge as well. Splendid, the more the merrier! They even managed to come close to her. After they introduced themselves, 'Jade' made a slight bow in return. "A superb names. I am Dr. Jade Beaker. I am an ethologist.....and so it happens, I specialize in great cats." her gaze landed on a Tiger Blood for a longer while. "And, it may be be obvious, but when working with such animals, it's important to have physical capabilities. Like managing to run faster...and longer then them!" unicorn mare explained....and accelerated. They couldn't know that due to all the souls she absorbed before the race, Hou could keep this tempo for hours. Outward nothing could be detected, but the spirit energy within her steadily transformed into vitality, replenishing stamina while cleaning such unpleasant things like lactic acid from her muscles. Sprinting till the finish line was possible....but so deep in her foes territory, appearances were everything. For now sorceress will be content to level with the mare she didn't interact with yet - Tempest Shadow! "Hello there." 'Jade' spoke as she appeared directly on Tempest's six. "You pretty good. Planning to keep it up till the end?"
    5 points
  47. "Wow Zappers!" Pinkie bounded towards the bridge. The contraption had begun to sway slightly in the wind. "Looks like every pony wants to race alongside you!" She commented with a giggle as not only Tempest but Strong Copper raced in to rescue the little guy. "Not sure what you guys are so worried about!" She called out, taking her first step onto the swaying planks. "Zappers is a big guy now. He's gonna be just fine." The last words came out through gritted teeth as Pinkie took a gander upstream. The river was swelling and fast! If they were going to get across while the bridge was still in one piece they better shake a leg! "Everypony across that's going across!" The Pinkie one shouted as she bounded forward. Her bouncing was probably not exactly what the bridge needed to keep itself together but too late for worrying about that too. The Pink one glanced back to see who was following her. She was about half way over when a big gust of wind made her sidestep into the rope 'railing'. "Eeek!" She narrowed her eyes and continued on. With her in front and those others behind Zap would be just fine...right? Bridge crossed!
    5 points
  48. Bridge "I'm a big pony!" Zap stated it as if he was having an argument. He dare not let another older pony tell him he wasn't old enough to participate, even though it would have come from the best Auntie in the world. Zap may not have fully understood Apple Bloom's lived experiences dealing with an older sister who did everything more amazing than her. His only perspective gave him a few glimmers of opportunity, and foolish or not, Zap decided that this dusted path that weaved through many forests for the next several miles was one offered to him. Zap couldn't lie though, having his Auntie with him did make him feel better, and if the pack of ponies got away from him, he would at least not accidentally take a different unused path and get lost. When the road ahead forked, Zap could only see the kinds of ponies that took them. To the higher road, he saw ponies who looked normal and flirtatious. Going towards the brook's bridge, he saw ponies that looked like they normally wore armor. There was no doubt which direction he would choose. He was not a wimp, he was an apple. And maybe not now, but eventually he would prove to be one of the toughest ponies ever. Why wait for an opportunity to prove that, when it seems a moment has come to illustrate that to the world? He scampered towards the bridge and noticed immediately the depth that the bridge upheld. It wasn't that significant for Zap, who had been to cloud tops with his pegasus mother before. In fact it was pretty serine. The calm water underneath the bridge made him feel more calm about participating.
    5 points
  49. High Path Berry Punch might not have been anywhere near the lead, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel as if she were winning. She was primely placed between fine, athletic ponies, having an endorphin boosting run through scenic woods, and to add marshmallow to massage, all her flirtations were being returned! She wouldn't say no to anypony spending a nice evening with her after all was said and done. Heck, she had barely even winked at the unicorn zooming by, and she'd offered to drop by as well! Now wasn't that a fine thing? "Look forward to it! Drinks'll be on the house!" She called out, grinning. Yup, tonight would be a real thirst-quenching evening, that was for sure, but first she had to build up that thirst by knocking off those leaves. And, frankly, her idea of a refreshing drink was not river water straight from the source. She'd run this route before, and had wound up taking a dunk the last time she trusted that treacherous bridge! Nope, clearly the wisest choice was the surest route. Besides, those two overachievers in the front would take care of all the leaves down that way anyway. And as a bonus, that handsome earth pony stallion was with her too! As if she needed further confirmation that she was making the right choice. "Heh, had to figure that Blueblood chose his guards for brains as well as looks. You're looking better all the time, gotta say." She gave an affirming wink to Tiger Blood as she kept pace with the Hesperidian.
    5 points
  50. He had totally forgotten about the race today. Once he finished the little chores around the farm, he heard horns and commotion down the road near the starting line for the annual Ponyville Running of the Leaves. Once he zipped there, he pushed through the crowds of ponies to see the beginning, and noticed it hadn't started yet. For what seemed like his whole life (forever), he had heard about the legends of his mothers' accomplishments. Rainbow Dash's Wonderbolt legacy, Applejack's rodeo trophies. Speed records, endurance championships, title holders. It wasn't just one of them that were esteemed, the both were! Zap was constantly reminded of how amazing his parents were and are. And though he had forgotten the race was due to start today, he had never forgotten the stories his mother told him about the times she lost with Rainbow Dash, the times she almost won, and the time when she won it all. A true heart-stopper of a journey in a pony's athleticism, and it was his own mother! While these thoughts of success running in the family filled his head, he caught eye of his Auntie Apple Bloom at the start line. He could just make her out, even though she was hard to find among the taller ponies around her. Zap would jump and flutter in place to get a good look. But right as the whistle blew for the start of the race, Zap had made a conscious decision in his mind, one he felt he couldn't possibly regret. He wanted to compete. He wanted a piece of the glory. He spilled out of the group of spectators and could be seen running in the wake of the ponies across the start line. He couldn't see the path, only the dust that picked up from the hooves ahead of him. He hoped to at least catch up with his Auntie. He wouldn't even try to use his wings. Even if he could use them for a quick burst of speed, he knew from all of Rainbow Dash's stories about herself that for the leaf running, wings were banned for pegasi to use, and if Applejack caught him cheating, he might never live to eat another apple again.
    5 points
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