Halide

oh, uh, I just realized, since I'm not fancypants anymore he won't be in on anything. ...On the other hand, Iron Will can show up for Masculine Hat Modeling, and Spike can get dragged along as Rarity's Talking Pincushion.

PUNY GOD. Hulk really seemed to steal the show when it came to the action part, and I'm rather liking the newest Bruce Banner. Seriously, the last Hulk movie was watching Bruce Banner be sad for most of it, and about five minutes of blurry green smash-man gets mad at stuff. Much better incarnation here. And, yeah, I guess spidey was supposed to be in here too, but you know what? the character dynamic pairs off nicely as it is. Parker just wouldn't fit in all that well at all!

AND THUS CONCLUDES ANOTHER EXCITING TALE OF APPLICATIONS THAT TAKE A WHILE TO SORT OUT. Good job to everyone involved, great effort. *thumbs-up*

Oh, non, monsieur, but it is ze twelfth, not ze thirteenth! Surely, you cannot be ser-e-ous about watching zis movie!

Oh, pff, please. That wasn't a hipcheck, that was a nudge. "Just doin' what I was paid to, lady. You can like it or lump it." Hey, her stage had unfolded just fine, and although in her professional opinion the acoustics were slipshod at best, it got the point across. The big guy had a way of making an appearance, though, she had to give him that much. Still, given that there were more ponies looking glad for the action - herself included - rather than running for some form of cover, this might kinda backfire! She'd only built the stage for a quick performance, not a full-on show by a hefty Minotaur. Still, hey, he was rocking, her stage wasn't breaking - all was good there. Now, she'd just slip around back and take up her own position at the drums. Iron Will, on the other hand, simply looked down at the ponies. Their eyes pleaded up at him and seemed to cry out 'Entertain us!'; he looked down on them and whispered 'Yes'. And the host had wanted him to be the doorman? This, to him, was far more likely where he should have been in the grander scheme of things! After all, was he not an entertainer? The drummer'd need a moment to get herself set up, as simple as her part was - Ignition's suit-jacket quickly came off, and some of the shirt unbuttoned for the sake of freedom of movement. But, that was all further back of him, not something to be paid much attention to. Seeing as the already-assembled band did little to take him up on the challenge, he snorted, the ripped into another riff. http://soundcloud.com/halide/challenge And, with that, the mighty minotaur grinned. "Now, everypony, all of you let Iron Will know how much you want some entertainment that will shake your very hooves!"

"Tell ya what, you guys can do the singing, and I'll just kind of sneak off undetected. It'll be a great diversion! Everypony will be so busy watching you guys that they'll totally skip out on watching me! Thus I will make my escape entirely un-noticed, and before you know it, I'll have a box all wrapped up and ready to go!" It was of course reasonably well-known that the baby dragon was more or less incapable of singing - what few times he'd tried ended up in some combination of hoarse throat, ear-throbbing gnarly warbles, or fire. None of these were really what anyone wanted, so, skip singing for now. Still, having Twilight Sparkle call him boss... that felt weird, and for some reason, he didn't really feel comfortable with it. Not that he'd say anything about it yet, that'd just be silly. Still, in-charge or not, it was kind of the blind leading the blind. On-budget, romantic, elegant gift ideas for Rarity were still somewhat scarce. It had to be something that would last, too, no question about that! A gift you could eat was tasty, but... three weeks later, you kinda forgot about it! That took 'wine' off the list - wine was an appropriate gift, right? No? Did it have some sort of meaning behind it? Eh, what'd it matter, it wasn't much of an option anyhow. Still, towards the market he marched, starting to pick out at least a few objects on distant stalls. A cider bottle? No. An apple-masher? Also no. An egg-slingshot? Wow, no to the power of no. Beeswax? Well, at least it wasn't a slingshot. Scented candles? A tiny little step in the right direction, but not nearly snazzy enough. A chandelier? Ok, that was pretty, but... no, not very romantic. Yeah, he was gonna need some pointers on this one. "Actually, that'd probably be a huge help, Rainbow Dash. The going off and being subtle about asking Rarity what sort of gifts she'd like, that is. You wouldn't mind, would you?" Whether Pinkie was serious about helping her or not... well, Pinkie simply was when it came to being places. She was somehow hiding in his backpack earlier, for Pete's sake, that didn't even feel like it should be physically possible!

80%? Where do you even get that number. I question your methodology!

HI GUYS AM I COOL YET.

One, two, three new ponies. Hunh, they already had a stage? Here she though a couple disenfranchised record players were droning somewhere hidden in a forgotten corner somewhere, lost and disregarded b just about anyone ever. Even those that thought that quiet, wussy little bemoanings of an instrument's previous lives probably couldn't hear that mewling little plinking of strings. Wait, hold on, a double-bass, a piano, and a harp? She didn't even care about that wussy choral stuff, and that seemed like a really weird combo to her. It might've been time to buck it up a notch, but really, there were a lot of notches to be clobbered up for this party to be, well, a party. But, not yet, not yet. This wasn't a Germane Nachtklub, nor that ridiculously powerful Miskolcvafest. Heck, this wasn't even a discothèque. But, hey, she wasn't here to rock out. She was here as a hired hoof. On the plus side, at least she wasn't getting bugged about the big crate, nor was anypony thinking to bug her about the scratchy suit she was wearing - it was bad enough to have to wear the stupid thing, but hey, there were some snazzy-looking ponies here too. Like that lady in the sleek black dress? That was a cool dress. Kinda goth, but that was cool too. Still, she didn't really approach. She had stuff to do. Like kick this box open and play guitar. But, there was a signal she was waiting for. Iron Will had received his 'notification' that he was going to be requested at a doorman. The doorman should, of course, wear a suit. Everypony knew that. Everyone knew that. But Iron Will was not the doorman the gala needed. Iron Will would be the doorman the gala deserved. Which is to say, he wasn't going to be the doorman. He hadn't shown up there at all so far, and no letter had been written in advance speaking of his attendance. In that position, he was totally absent. Iron Will was missing; Iron Will cannot be seen. That was all about to change. A single sound rang out from the crate - a ringing, like an alarm going off. Ah, there was the signal. Ignition took to the air briefly, kicking up a bit of wind with her colourful wingspan. Then, not one, but two hefty kicks to the side of the crate, and the whole thing unfolded into a secondary stage, slamming into place with no measure of caution - a small, perhaps somewhat finicky one at that, but one complete with the large, grey soundboxes that seemed to come standard whenever Iron Will. In the midst of it all, however, was the Minotaur himself, standing at full height in nothing more (or less) than a Gryphon-feathered leather vest, studed with iron, and holding a fairly large enchanted guitar, painted with tribal blades. And, if that ridiculous edifice of intrusive showmanship wasn't enough, he decided to make absolutelysure everypony knew he was there. A moment of staring down at those gathered, and then he ripped out a few thick, piercing chords. http://soundcloud.com/halide/opening-chords-1

Wow, the gryphon caught up to her like she wasn't even trying? Those were some wings, lady! So, Ignition decided to pick up the pace a bit, hurry it up. She didn't want to seem lazy or slow, at least! "Ya think so? ...Eh, y'might be right. Maybe I'm just used to spending a few hours getting wherever I wanna go. But, hey, if you've got better ideas, go ahead'n spill. I mean, Germaney's a party, but it's not like I know all of Equestria that well. Or, heck, we could just duck out until Fetrock." Two birds on the wing, just about all of Equestria to crash or party down in. What could possibly go wrong?

Sorting and re-sorting, looking through and through for matches she might've missed, Matchie was a little stressed! It had been a while, and she swore she'd been falling behind, but of all the matches, this one struck her as pretty good, though age might be a little... um, hm, did it matter? Oh, heck with it, it was letter-writing time! To Mugg'o Ale : "Congratulations! We've found you a match based on the information you've sent us! Your match is a young lady by the name of Caramel Apple; a local, by chance! You've got a good place for meeting up, but nonetheless I've made reservations for the both of you at the Sydney Cobhouse just on Cobblestone Drive for next friday at 6. Let me know if this needs changing at all! Have a wonderful date! -Matchie" Well, that felt good! Felt, you know, productive! There we go, back on track, right! Right? Close enough! Now for another letter! This one, to Caramel Apple! Congratulations! We've found you a match based on the information you've sent us! Your match is a gentleman by the name of Muggo'Ale; luckily for you, he's just in town here in Fillydelphia! I've made reservations for the both of you at the Sydney Cobhouse just on Cobblestone Drive for next friday at 6. Let me know if this needs changing at all! Hope it works out! -Matchie" Whew, that was... very little work at all. Welp, time to figure out how to stay in busine-... new letter? Oooh, this could be interesting. ...That one, she tucked away in her desk with a bit of a blush. Note to self : Find out if it's a bad idea to date your own applicants.

"Puh-leaze. I stopped caring about that as soon as I moved out of my parents' place. 'Taking responsibility' translates to 'community service and writing dumb letters', and that? Anypony who genuinely thinks that's a better plan than 'don't get caught' can go pluck themselves." A cocky grin split it's way across Ignition's mouth as the gryphon took wing - something Ignition was pretty quick to do as well. A quick pose, wings snapped out and fully spread, her carefully-dyed primary feathers forming a bit of a gradient of reds from wingtip to the inside joint of her wing, and with one big flap, she was up and in the air, quite ready to get up and get the heck outta dodge. "Now, let's lose those wonderbolt wanna-bes!" Off like a shot, in a roughly south-ish direction went the red punk. She was quick enough, but not the fastest pegasus around, not by a long shot. Her wings were built for endurance, not speed. She did, of course, check to make sure that Gilda was still on her tail, but really, a gryphon that got through flight school at cloudsdale? She was pretty sure the gryphon was the better winger of the two of them. "Hey, wanna hit up Germaney? I hear they've got some wicked harvest this time of year, if you hit up the right clubs!"

Hi. Could you please try and lick your elbow while putting your feet on the back of your neck? Also pictures of this would be cool. Good luck taking them.

Eeeey, you got your three posts done! Now you can post wherever you want on the forums, have fun!

Wow, many emoticons much? Nice little bit of paint, though!

Google-fu brings up : http://www.shapeways.com/model/508710/stylized-cartoon-horse-dj.html they also have blank models for painting.

I bought a Nightmare Moon from them once. It arrived broken and I got no refund for it. Kinda sucked. But, given Canada Post...

(( OOC : sorry for taking so long. Finals and jobhunting were things )) "Ah, Alice Hoofer? 'School's Out', 'No More Mr. Nice Stallion', 'Only Mares Bleed'. Yeah. I've heard some of his stuff. Rocks pretty hard, I'd say," Gilda said with a nod. "Never met him personally of course." "I guess you meet a lot of rockers with your job, huh? That must almost make it worth it, even if it still sounds like it kind of sucks," Swish, topic change success. "Not as much as I'd like; usually just the special-needs performers. You know, the ones that need setup to be just so, or have a few tricks up their sleeves that'd wreck to a normal setup. Like, uh..." A nervous glance Cloudsdale-wards. ...Well, at least the hole was kind of filling itself back in. Mostly. Also the smoke had cleared, that was good, right? "Like oversized fireworks and torches and cannons. But, hey, that also means I get to meet some of the really cool guys who have all the bits to blow on effects." And then... was that a search-light she saw lighting up in Cloudsdale? It was probably time to get going. "Heeeeey, speaking of fireworks, what say we vamoose in, uh, ten seconds time? I think the dorks finally noticed I blew a hole in their rainbow factory."

Imma actually run a crossover thread that's a real crossover with him, shoosh.

Rather than having the minotaur show up directly, a pony showed up instead - a red pegasus , to be precise, with a rather colourful mane and a rather dyed coat, holding his ticket. However, her attire was indeed formal, even if she wore a suit jacked more suited for a stallion than a dress. Neatly pressed, well-maintained, though unfortunately she moved with all the grace and comfort in it of a colt trying on his first shirt. It may as well have been a costume, really. Still, she had a ticket, as such had been provided to her by Iron Will, and notification that both she and the crate must be admitted before he would show up. With her, a crate came too, property of the Minotaur missing from the scene - and very plainly (not to mention genuinely) marked as such. But, she did not do much to mingle. That was not what she was here for. She simply slunk along the sidelines, offering little in terms of conversation. The crate, of course, came with her, and as it was indeed Iron Will's property - a guest of honour, and one about to show up, if one was clairvoyant enough to see what was about to unfold coming. No looking in the box either - there seemed to be no opening, and it was indeed nailed shut for the time being, the contents well-encapsulated by heavy pine. Once settled, the pegasus simply waited for a little while. There was very little she was allowed to say in concern of the box, but she had a few minutes to chill. No food, no drink for her, nor any mingling just yet. She was waiting for someone, and the box had everything to do with it. Iron Will would arrive when he was good and ready, his host would just have to be a little more patient. So, Ignition chillaxed with her big ol' box, and her stuffy suit that cramped both her style and her wings.

Name: Odo'ital Sex: Male Age: Canonically unexplored; found adrift in 2356. Species: Changeling Pelt Colour: N/A Mane/Tail/Markings Colour / Style: Usually platinum blond hair, slicked back. Eye Colour: Blue Cutie Mark: N/A Physique: Preffers humanoid, fairly athletic caucasian build Origin: Star Trek : Deep Space Nine Roleplay Type: Crossover Occupation: Head of security Motivation: To ensure a just, orderly, and above all else safe environment for all residents on DS9. Likes: Justice, Equality, Order, Respect for social structure, lawful behavior, honesty. Dislikes: . Injustice, discrimination, anarchy, criminal intent, crime, liars, black markets. Character Summary: One of "the hundred" sent out by The Founders long ago to explore the galaxy, Odo was found adrift in 2356 in the Denorios Belt by Bajorans. It is unclear how long he had been adrift. Since Odo had not yet learned how to morph into a humanoid appearance, he appeared in his natural gelatinous form. Bajoran scientists, not sure of what Odo actually was, put him in a container and labeled it "unknown sample". The Cardassian overseers translated this into their own language as "odo'ital", which literally means "nothing". Even after it became clear that Odo was sentient, the scientists kept calling him that, giving him the name 'Odo Ital' (like a typical Bajoran name), which was eventually shortened to simply "Odo". He was studied by Bajoran scientist Dr. Mora Pol, whom Odo disliked due to Mora's questionable (but effective) practice of inducing pain as a motivator in encouraging Odo to assume different shapes before, and even after, Odo was recognized as sentient. While Mora regarded himself as a father of sorts to Odo, Odo felt intense hostility toward Mora. Their relationship was difficult, but eventually they did reach a certain understanding. Odo modeled his humanoid appearance on Dr. Mora, but never had the skill to duplicate humanoid features with precision, making his humanoid appearance an approximation. As a Changeling, Odo can alter his appearance at will to camouflage his presence. He can change the shape of body parts as needed, such as lengthening an arm into a tentacle to grab a fleeing individual, and is able to liquefy himself in order to flow into otherwise inaccessible areas. After 16 hours in solid form, he must revert to his gelatinous state in order to rest. Originally he used a bucket for this purpose, which he keeps in his office, but he gives it up after getting his own quarters. When others of Odo's species (the Founders) are later introduced, they share a similar "unfinished" look, which they adopt to make Odo feel at ease around them as they are able to replicate humanoids exactly, whereas Odo, having grown up without others of his kind, never learned to master it. The other Founders refer to non-shapeshifters as "solids" or "monoforms", while Odo occasionally calls them "you humanoids". Due to his status as an impartial outsider, he was sometimes employed by Bajorans to settle disputes. Odo later worked for the Cardassians during the Occupation of Bajor aboard the orbiting Terok Nor ore-processing space station, and later for the Bajorans/Federation aboard Deep Space Nine (the Federation name for Terok Nor), in both cases as chief of security. During the occupation, Gul Dukat had originally enlisted Odo to investigate the murder of one of the Bajoran station workers. Since Odo was seen as a neutral observer, sympathizing with no one, he was considered a valuable security officer. The above is an abridged quotation from the wikipedia page on this character, which can be found at http://en.wikipedia....Odo_(Star_Trek) Image : What he is doing in Equestria is anyone's guess.

I'mma go with Rarity, but only because you said 'pony' and not 'character.

This banana for you.

Now, the thing about being a pegasus was that one could be wherever one wanted. On the wing, on the ground, outta there, in there, in a cloud, on a cloud, over some bricks with intention to drop some on some heads... you know, just wherever. It wasn't like being a unicorn or an earthpony, where the ground was a thing you had to stay on, or gravity was something you needed to pay attention to all the time. No, pegasi went where pegasi wanted. But here was another thing about being a pegasus - you didn't want to break a wing, or otherwise you'd be in a mess of trouble. In particular, the thing about being Ignition right now was that she felt she should be doing something but that other pegasus just shoulder-checked an entire train car off the rails. Seriously, that pegasus wanted to be where the train-car was but the train car was in the way and he just dealt with it like a boss. Not only was that pretty ridiculous, but there was also the distinct idea that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with getting on this wrecking-ball's bad side. So she wasn't gonna do that. Simple as that. Ok, well, no, she was going to hang back and watch, and also stay out of the big guy's reach. She was pretty sure she could both out-distance and out-speed him. She... should be able to do that, right? One pegasus didn't get to have ultra-super strength and being-solid, super-speed and super-endurance, did they? Just in case she was somehow dreaming and-or dealing with some wacky alternate universe, she checked to see if wrecking-ball's cutiemark was, in fact, supermare's logo. ...Nope, just some kind of hat (( OOC : yes, I asked )). Welp, that meant wrecking-ball probably wasn't a bastion of ridiculous super-powers waiting to explode in her face. But, there was one interesting detail - riding with the pegasi was an earth-pony. A snooty little earthpony who had just made a major mistake. An earthpony she now had a bit of a score to settle with that was relying on a cart pulled by a pegasus. But, rather than get immediately tangled up with anything, Ignition just hung back and watched, with her heavy, enclosed saddlebags still firmly on her back. Seriously, there was no way those were going to be important at any time, probably.