Hurricane

Grinning from ear to ear, Hurricane dodged away from the panicing pony, her wings flapping away to provide a cool breeze for herself, and more importantly to cool down the blazing unicorn that had rather obviously began to heat up within her presence. She tilted her head upwards, tapping a hoof onto her chin as though she were deep in thought. "Hmmm... I dunno... I mean I am rather tired from the flight over here... and very hungry too," she said, patting her stomach with her hoof as she glanced across at the gathering crowds. Just what the heck is an Emcee anyway... And why would she want me to be one? Unless it's something to do with the weather... but I've never heard that term before she thought to herself as she waited for Blaze's response. She was going to accept, as long as it wasn't anything related to the crowd of ponies that was slowly beginning to gather on the stage. She didn't mind them looking at the spectacle of her arriving, but she didn't have to actually communicate with them, which suited her down to the ground.

It had certainly been a long little while since the winds had last brought Hurricane so far away from her usual haunts. She rarely went to Hoofington, but that was where she felt like going, so it was where she had gone. As always, she followed the winds, seeking out the biggest and the strongest clouds to make the best storms, and it seemed to her that there were an overabundance of the rain carrying beasts bloatedly floating around the sky today. She had gathered up quite the stormcloud before she even noticed the strange little stage that was being created within the town itself, and it took a few seconds for her to realise what it was for. Fireworks... my my, wouldn't it be a pain if soome thoughtless pegasus were to let the clouds rain she mused, a mischievous grin forming on her face as she began to ready her cloud for it's onslaught. However, as she looked down at the metalwork, she saw a flash of red appear briefly, only to be obscured by the workings of her cloudwork. The colour was enough to trigger a memory, and a rather nice one at that. The mare she had encountered, who had so graciously bought her coffee and a honey bun, the one that she had shown her hidden refuge to, had mentionned something about fireworks. Kicking her cloud higher into the sky, the pegasus hurtled to the ground, blowing back a huge force of wind as she reached the stage, her huge wings spread wide as she landed with a bow of her head. "Do tell me, what kind of amateur would leave the sky so full of clouds on a night like this," she said, with a telltale lilt to her voice hopefully letting those nearby know that she was only teasing, before glancing up at the red pony she had seen from far above. Her heart pounded a little against her chest, but she fought back her urges as she smirked, stretching her wings before folding them up around her. "I did you a favour and cleared them all away. You wouldn't want the crowds to get wet now, would you," she continued, before finally letting her gaze fall elsewhere. She took in the slowly growing crowd of ponies with her eyes, and in particular the young looking pegasus who has approached Blaze. She nodded at the almost monochrome pegasus, before turning back to the unicorn. "Miss me?" she asked with a smirk.

Neame sighed to herself as she heard the gentlecolt's question. It was an expy of something she had already brushed upon earlier, but she could not avoid it, especially since it had been so carefully worded. Still though, she was tired of answering this question. She fidgetted in her place, and spread her wings wide, showing off the glittering golden wing rings to the crowd. "In my dreams," she replied with a flourish, rearing up to rest her claws on the pedestal. She loomed over the crowd, the lights on the dias such that her wings cast shadows over the whole room. She did have to admit, she liked the persona she had been given by the gallery owner, it was fun to play the mysterious foreigner at times. Letting her wings spread wider, she began to talk. "In the depths of night, I am granted a vision of the past. The Great City by the River, in all its glory, is shown to me, gifted to me by the gods of time itself. They show me the buildings, the people, the life of the city, before showing me the Grand Pyramid, and the sole person who lives there. The ruler of the whole city. Neferset the First," she said, posing regally. As she spoke, she kept her eye on those two in particular. Of all the questions she had been asked, the mare had been the only one to ask about her art itself, not her life or her techniques. The stallion, on the other hand, had managed to get her riled up and revelling in her persona with but a single question, and for that, he was worth keeping an eye on. As she slowly closed her wings, settling back down onto the floor, she noted that the mare had come close.

There was a short wave of applause as Neame took to the podium, started by an almost monochrome toned pony looking at one of her pictures. The questions came quick and boringly, dull repetitions about her technique and about her inspiration, and as always, she could do little but tell them that she painted with three brushes at once, one in each claw and one in her beak, and that a dream she had been having for years was her constant inspiration. What she neglected to mention was that she was growing weary of the dream, and desperately seeked a respite from it. Then the two toned pony asked a question, one that surprised her. Here was somepony genuinely interested in the picture, not her. She cleared her throat, and looked to the picture in question. "I call it a Pyramid. It's like a triangle, but with another triangle on each of it's sides, all joined together," she said, resenting how chhildish her description sounded. "I believe that this civilisation existed many thousands of years before the three nations came together and formed Equestria, but... there are no records from that time, and nothing even vaguely resembling the imagery has been found by archaeologists," she finished, hanging her head. "A whole world, thousands of people, lost to time..." she said hoarsely, her eyes slowly sliding closed. "If only there were some way of finding them..." she went on, before coughing a little, and looking back up at the crowd, blinking her eyes rapidly, especially since there came a quiet but stern cough from Picture Frame. She straightened herself up, and addressed the crowd once again. "If there are any further questions, I will be happy to answer them," she said, putting on a forced smile.

Neame sighed to herself as she looked down from the podium, her dark blue eyes gazing listlessly out at the crowd of ponies that had gathered in the Picture Frame gallery. She had been dragged from her canvas nest to be paraded in front of the guests as her newest work, her largest yet, was due to be revealed. Yawning to herself, she shuffled about next to the podium, clacking her claws on the wooden plinth, before stretching her wings wide, attempting to put some feeling of life into her body. All around her, high class ponies milled, wandering amid their little social groups, conversing with one another about this and that, occasionally referencing the actual pictures on the walls, but mostly doing whatever it was that the social elite did, which, in her experience, was attempt to make themselves even less sociable and even more elite. She was glad to see that there were at least some ponies here more interested in her work than in furthering their own status in society. "Fillies and Gentlecolts," she heard Picture Frame call out, and slowly turned her head to the stallion stood at the podium, "Thank you all for gathering here today. We have a special treat for you today, everypony, as Neferset herself has deigned to grace us all with her presence as we reveal her latest masterpiece! As always we shall be having a silent auction later in the day for the piece, but, for now, we shall reveal, and then there shall be a short Q and A session with Neferset," he said, making Neame furrow her forehead. She had not been told about this. However, it was not her place to argue with Frame, he was after all the one funding her current lifestyle, and back in Talonopolis, she would not have been able to wake up, paint, and then go back to sleep, as was her want. She leant down, and pulled at the chord, revealing the huge canvas behind the curtains. It depicted river delta, with the river snaking through it, and hundreds of boxy buildings in vivid orange and blue colours at the base of a towering triangular building, which seemed to be formed out fo the very sand itself. With a sigh, she turned to the little podium, and looked at the crowd once again. "Please, raise your hoof if you have a question," Frame said happily, as she sat down, waiting the inevitable barage of questions she had been asked dozens of times before.

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(I'm so sorry about the lateness of the reply, I've been a bit under the weather of late) A grin appearing upon her face, Hurricane spread her wings despite the pain, and reared onto her back legs. "THen let's do it!" she cried out, landing back with a wince, but she wouldn't let the pain get to her now. "So, uh... any, uh... suggestions?" she asked with a glance to the side. She hated to admit it, but, she had no idea what actually went on at a party, let alone how to organise and run one. She glanced to Survey and Fate, and then to the two older colts, a little sheepishly. "Um... I have no idea..." she admitted through gritted teeth.

Shaking her head, Hurricane let out a grunted sigh. "She was a strongheaded, pig-ignorant moron who couldn't spot a moral if it slapped her in the face," she said, her head hanging low. "Actually... that's pretty accurate to me, too..." she muttered to herself. "I just hate that she reminds me of myself," she said with a sigh. She glared at the newcomer with a dismissive roll of her eyes. Maybe this had all been a mistake, maybe she should just deal with her wing herself. She regarded Survey with a light gasp. "No. No, I'm not allowing that. No-one should be alone this time of year," she said, knowing full well what it was like to be all alone... always... She slid a hoof around the colt's neck, and her good wing over the knight in training. "I'm not usually one for this kind of thing, but... we could, like, have a party? I've got some bits saved for something, might as well use them to have fun," she said, forcing a light smile onto her face.

Hurricane regarded the shy unicorn, a worried expression on her face. "Hey, kid, I was just... you don't have to clam up completely," she said hurriedly, lifting her one good wing up to brush away the snow that had fallen onto the three of them. She chuckled a little, her expression softening as she trotted along. "Well, my name's Hurricane... if you've heard the story of Hearthswarming Eve, then you'll know why that name isn't the best one to have at this time of year," she said to the knight in training, who she was feeling sorry for, even if she hated to admit it. "I don't really have any bits myself, at least, none that I don't need myself. I am, however, a pretty powerful weather pegasus. I bet I could keep you warm," she said with a grin, flapping her wings out wide, letting out a growl of pain as she twitched her jagged wing.

"Hmph! Fine! If it'll shut the two of you up, I'll go with you," she said with a scowl, not wanting to let on that the pain she was in was rapidly growing by the second, and it was fast becoming difficult to even stay upright. She glanced at the colt, and narrowed her eyes a little. "That will shut you up, won't it?" she snapped, her dark red eyes gazing deeply into his. "Why do you hate this time of year?" she asked the knight, as a way of distracting herself from the pain. "I mean, I know why *I* don't like it, all the stupid name calling and idiotic jokes, but, I bet that's not the same for you," she said, fluffing her one good wing as she fell into step behind the two youngsters.

Cussing wildly as she shook herself to free her from the mild pain, Hurricane turned around, her one uncovered eye glaring across at them from behind her hair. Her wings spread out wide and she let out an angry hiss as she flinched, one of her wings was quite clearly crooked. "Damnit! No! I'm fine, I don't need help from anyone!" she said with a hiss, one of her hooves was in pain too, but she could bear that. "I hate doctors, they're always so proddy and stupid looking," she said, trying to flap her painful wing, letting out another pained hiss as she did so. "Damn damn damn, this is just typical. I hate this time of year..." she grumbled to herself, rearing back on her hind legs, trying to stretch her muscles. "I need to walk this off..." she said to herself, trotting about in a tight circle.

The fairly stealthy pegasus smirked once again. So she's a knight... that could be... problematic. If she were to discover that half these storms were unliscensed, I could be in some serious trouble. Maybe I should just leave well alone, now she mused, as she floated along behind them. She hadn't encountered the Holy Destrier before, but she knew authorities tended to look down upon rogue weatherponies. With a nod to herself, she turned her body, intending to make good her escape. With a heavy blast of her wings, she lifted upwards. Unfortunately, the cloud she had chosen chose that moment to collapse upon itself, and with her weight not yet supported by her flapping wings, she fell to the ground, about as graciously as a bag of porridge. "Ahhh, buggrit!" she yelped, her wings flopping atop her form as she groaned, pushing herself up from the cold ground with a shiver. "That could have gone better..." she mused, looking up at the thin curls of cloud that were even now dissipating above her. Clicking her tongue, she stood, and used her expansive wings to dust herself down.

Hurricane brooded to herself as she drifted lazily through the sky, just a few feet from the ground, her huge wings flapping so slowly it did not seem logically possible for her to stay off the ground. She as in all weathers refused to wear anything, she believed that the elements, the weather, would protect her from anything too dangerous. The lights around her stung at her eyes, she had just come down to the ground from within the dark clouds far above, where she had felt much more at home. She both loved and hated this time of year, it gave her an excuse to cook up some storms without getting into trouble with the authorities which made her all akimbo, but at the same time, anyone who knew her enough to know her name knew that, this time of year, having the name Hurricane brought the same stupid Heath Warming Eve jokes. "Hey Hurricane, when are you going to lead the Pegasi to the promised land!" "Hurricane, don't get frozen in a block of ice!" She growled to herself at the thoughts of the old jokes, her wings shivering with her anger. Glancing around her only made her angrier. All about, there were ponies, fillies and colts, stallions and mares, all enjoying each others company, having the times of their life, while here she was, as usual, alone and angry. As her thoughts darkened further, she contemplated soaring back up into the storm, and turning the delicate, fluffy snow into a powerful blizzard, a storm to be proud of, but, as she braced herself to fly upwards, she spotted a pony trotting along, almost slip over on the ice. She let out a mean little cackle, a smile spreading across her face as she thought of the almost occurance. She decided that this colt might be quite entertaining to follow, after all, if he had slipped up once before, he might again, and this time, with more hilarious results. Sneaking back up into the sky, she snagged a little cloud, and sat upon it, floating along a safe distance from the colt. He met with a filly, and seemed to be very shy around her. Letting out a faint giggle, Hurricane smirked as she followed them, this could well turn out to be something a lot more entertaining than she had first hoped.

The ringing of the alarm filled the room with its cacophany of noise, instantly rousing the dreaming unicorn from her slumber. The sheets around her rustled as she shifted her position, glaring at the bell-topped clockwork device, trying to focus her eyes on the time displayed on it. 3:45. This made the sleepy filly sigh to herself, it meant either she had overslept, and had missed her chance to spend the day with Lotus and Aloe tending to her every need, or she had only gone to sleep an hour ago, and her alarm was broken again. She glanced to her window, and to her chagrin found that it was the former, and she had only half an hour to shower and prepare herself for what was, given her pounding headache, going to be a hellish day. The pony flipped herself out of bed, and trotted to the washroom. One quick soaking later, she was dried, and, with the magic from her horn setting her hair and goggles in place, Vinyl Scratch, the best DJ in Ponyville, was ready for her bad day to start. ----- "Rarity, stop it! Please, just come back down!" the voice of Twilight Sparkle could be heard as Vinyl trotted along the grassy streets of the town, causing the DJ to turn, her itnerest piqued by the likelihood of shenanigans that seemed to follow the purple unicorn wherever she went. As it turned out, Rarity, the owner of the Carousel Boutique, had stolen Twilight's balloon, and was even now floating up into the sky. "No! Never! I'm not coming back down to ground! It's so... dirty! Mud everywhere! Ponies who don't even wash their hooves before shaking yours! Germs! Filth! APPLEJACK!" came the reply, the cleanly unicorn's voice ragged, as though she had been under some severe stress. "Whut in tarnation dya suppose she means by that?" Applejack, the orange earth pony asked the little collection of ponies that had an affinity to the Elements of Harmony. This question was rather silly, considering that she currently looked as though she had been fighting a mud wrestling bout against the mud itself, with a thick layer of grime smeared all down her coat. Vinyl shook her head as she passed by the scene, she had more important things to worry about. Like trying to fix the problem she had been out drinking all night to avoid. ----- In the dark, echoey hall of the club Hot to Trot, there should have been no soul around. However, Vinyl knew as she pushed the back door open that someone was inside. Someone who was waiting just for her. Someone very, very angry. Glancing around the back offices, she could find no trace of the pony she had come to see, but, as she headed closer to the public area of the club, she heard it. A light, plinking sound, a metallic but very delicate noise, one that could have only been generated by one thing. Pushing the door to the stage open slowly, she glanced out onto the stage to see Lyra, the cyan-coloured musician, sat in the centre, her eyes closed as she played a slow, minor key lament upon her lyre. Vinyl couldn't help but let out a noiseless whimper as she listened to the song, knowing in her heart that what she was about to do would likely destroy the chance for her to hear the music ever again. As the song finished, she walked slowly onto the stage, her head dipped low. "Oh... it's you. You're late," Lyra stated, her tone one of quiet aggression. It was clear she was holding back her rage, unable to look at the DJ or her multi-coloured mane for more than a few seconds before turning away in disgust. Vinyl held up a hoof, but Lyra snapped back at her. "Save it! I don't want to know what you want to say. I don't care! I just want you to know how much pain you're putting me through. How much anguish, how much... it doesn't just... you can't... ARRRGH! Get out of my damn sight, Vinyl. Just leave! I can't do this," she said, turning away from the other unicorn, whose expression was one of pain, fear, and, above all, sadness. She knew she had done wrong, but she couldn't even express it to Lyra how she felt. ----- Seconds drifted by, but they felt like hours to Vinyl. In that time, she pondered everything she had done. She and Lyra had been close friends since Elementary, and over the years, their mutual love of music had developed into something a little more personal. It had taken Vinyl a while to confess to the classical music lover how she felt, partly because she had never been able to talk. The unicorn had been mute since birth, and used music as a way of expressing herself, but nothing she had ever heard had come close to how she felt about Lyra. But, of course, as relationships rise, they can also fall, and the two ponies had always fought hoof and tail about this and that, classical vs modern, instrument vs machine, the debates had always raged, and, the previous night, Vinyl had finally snapped, and, in her irritation, had lashed out at Lyra, her hoof catching rather nastily against the pony's eye. Even now, as she stared at the love of her life, she couldn't help but focus on the huge bruise around her eye, and about the fact that she had caused it. ----- "Why are you still here, I said leave!" Lyra snapped suddenly, tears welling up in her eyes as she glared at the DJ, who slowly shook her head. She paced towards the sobbing pony, her every step echoing around the vast, empty hall, until she was stood next to her. With tears forming in her own eyes, she dipped her head down, and, with the gentlest touch, licked at the bruised skin. This made Lyra flinch backwards. "N..no! You don't get to... you can't just come up to me and do something sweet and just make everything better! You don't have that right anymore, Vinyl!" Lyra croaked, her whole body shaking as she stared at the white pony. Vinyl nodded her head glumly, and rested back on her haunches. She began to move her front legs in vague shapes, using a technique known as Hoof language. 'Please. Let me show you how sorry I am' she signed, before pulling up her goggles, to give the pony the chance to see her in earnest, to see that she was trying her very best to atone for her terrible mistake. Lyra looked deep into those eyes, those pure, dazzling amethyst orbs, and her expression softened, ever so slightly. Slowly, she stood, and began to head to the front door, leaving Vinyl sat on the stage, her head hung low. "Tomorrow. Five o clock. We are going to the library. You are going to tell Celestia's student, and then, you're going to take a punishment for hitting me," she said softly, halting at the door to glance back at the DJ. "If you can accept what they deem a suitable punishment, I might be able to find a way to forgive you," she said, pushing the door open. Without another glance back, she trotted through it, kicking it closed with a hoof. Vinyl's head pounded as she took this in, before she grinned. She had a chance!

*steals the 13th one* MUAHAHAHA!

*wants a muffin*

Ah, but then, there' is always the satisfying crunch of bone Knowledge of victory.

*throws down a flashbang, and steals the win while everyone's turned around*

I think they burned the chair...

Curse you! As always, you are one step ahead of me...

*sneaks in, and steals the win*

banana bag? Surely you mean... banana hammock >_>

I'm afraid you all lose. For I am currently holding the last known copy of the Necrotelecomnicon, the phonebook of the dead. NONE CAN STOP ME! I SHALL RULE THIS EARTH! MUAHAHAHA!

With all these errors, I can just sit here, winning

I've added an explanation for her large wings, and elaborated as to why she chose ponyville, however, I am considering changing her location to somewhere more barren, like Apploosa. Somewhere in need of a storm