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  1. anyone wanna put together any kind of rp ideas?
  2. ( Yeah Patch wouldn’t have rubbed shoulders with really any of the main cast. As for the device, I figured it was placed in like a lanyard around her neck. Again, my bad.)
  3. Patch eyed the mare, tapping his right hind hoof against the floor in thought. His mouth hung slightly agape, as if he was ready to speak but couldn't quite form the words yet. He did begin to pickup on the details of his environment, noting that there were far too many amenities for the space to serve as a surgical area. He also noticed some new information regarding his condition. If he indeed had been consuming such great amounts of the vial concoctions, he'd be experiencing some kind of hangover. Instead, he found himself sound of mind and free of any head aches. As puzzling as it was, his whereabouts couldn't possibly be the result of an enthusiastic night out. That, or he was finally reaching alarmingly high levels of tolerance. "I got a feeling I didn't mess with them in the first place." he stated, more to himself than the mare. He finally scooted off the cot and stood. He remained steady, though he did feel stiff as he rolled his neck and allowed his horn to faintly glow. The routine was over in a matter of seconds, leaving Patch relatively limbered and free to further investigate the room. He had begun to move to a cabinet when the mare gave her name. "Patch," he answered as he continued examining the wall fixtures. "And last I checked, my apartment wasn't a tree. Rent's way to high for that," He finished with the cabinet, now directing his attention fully on his "hostess", noticing the frame she had been fiddling with earlier now hanging around her neck. "Y'know that picture'd probably look better on a shelf."
  4. (Shoot sorry for the lack of detail on what species Patch was. Looks like I’m updating his OC sheet again. He was a Pegasus, but like you said, he’ll remain a unicorn.)
  5. Patch rolled in the bed, bumping his snout against cold steel as he did so. Recoiling with a grunt, his hooves shot to the assaulted portion of his muzzle as he rose in the cot. After some aggravated rubbing he took in his surroundings, his hooves slowly dropping from his face as his mind was boggled. This...this was not his apartment, instead resembling something similar to an operating room. He squinted as he examined the mare across from his bed, following her movements as she scratched away at a picture frame. Following her forelegs up to her face, the hetero chromatic eyes of what he imagined was a nurse of some sort served to peak his interest. It was then the bat wings that completely jostled him from his groggy state. He swung his hind legs out of the bed, allowing them to tap against the cold floor. Bat wings told him two things: 1) this was not Manehattan General, as his hospital had no bat ponies in their employ, and 2) If he wasn't housed in Manehattan General, he was not housed in Manehattan. "Saddle Ragers.....never again," was all he grumbled to himself. Of course, he was referring to a popular concoction assembled by city bartenders. Essentially a mixture of high proof ciders and energy drinks, Saddle Ragers made for fantastic benders. It was also clear that the disheveled doctor believed his current situation to be the result of one said benders, and that he was merely far from home. Perhaps further than he thought......
  6. I don't think it's a big mystery that this place died, but to anyone who's left, what's up?
  7. "Citadel, this is Bastion 1 Actual, come back." "Bastion 1 Actual, Citadel reads you 5 by 5." "Citadel, good copy. Be advised, eyes on AO, rolling into valley from the South-west." "Bastion 1 Actual, acknowledged. From what you can tell, uh, what's the status of the settlement?" "Citadel, settlement has gone dark. Could be an issue with the Spectra Grid. Break." "...." "Citadel, back on net. Eyes on large illumination in roughly the, uh, the center of the settlement." "Bastion 1 Actual, Afirm. Proceed to phase line and dismount." Lunar: Shadow of Equestria Welcome to the alternative future of MLP, a world which we took but a small glimpse into during the infamous season finale. A lot has changed since Nightmare Moon's segment of the episode, centuries of darkness and restrictions on magic have lead to leaps in technology for pony kind. The Princess of The Night and her new government have also risen a large conventional military, branching off into differing sections of service to defend the Republic. YOU will play as a Lunar Ranger, an operator apart of a small corps of personnel that specializes in combating magical threats. To get an idea of what the Rangers and their sister branches of capable of, along with other bits of world info, I suggest you read the document below before creating a character. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Q5uRJNpEUR-OicCRNEWTGVN203eYQTMzJs-Lo1uJs-4/edit?usp=sharing Welcome back, now that you've been acquainted with your friendly forces, and a few of your hostile ones, you can now effectively create a character. Please post them below before the start of the rp. We'll be taking roughly five members for this operation, with myself included in that number. Our team will be responding in support of a company of Lunar Guard Tactical Troopers. After a number of mysterious happenings occur while the company is investigating a settlement, our team will be inserted to not only find missing squads but also discover what exactly is happening their.
  8. Howdy folks, So I did have an idea I was putting together for a bit of a Halloween role play, but my classes said "F That!" and now I'm a bit more pressed for time than usual. Anyhow, I still enjoyed the idea of a spoopy Halloween role play to really rattle our bones. If anyone's interested feel free to reply with your ideas or suggestions here, I'm actually excited to see what we can collectively churn out.
  9. (sorry got real busy real quick, nearing finals and down to crunch time. Probably not gonna post, my bad.)
  10. (sure thing and thx, I'll have a response up soon)
  11. (Heyooooooo, didn't think I'd see another rp starting on this site. Mind if I join?)
  12. (Alright guys bad news. It is with sincere apologies that I'm gonna have to put this little op on hold, if not scrub it entirely. This semester brought with it a slue of new classes and a packed schedule. This along with my new commitment to the school's ROTC program is eating up far too much time. Again, my bad I didn't gauge my time properly...thanks for sticking around guys.)
  13. Greetings, I had an RP going and it sort of fell apart (btw sorry about that szahli). Anyways, could I possibly join up with you two?


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  15. (Happy Holidays Ya'll! This is just a friendly little reminder that this rp is still active. I guess this can also serve as a bit of an interest check to see who's still on board and ready to go. I'm still in communication with Toast and I've also been talking with Shadow, I've been assured that they're both still ready to go when their schedules open up. Feel free to reply just so we know who's still on the roster.)
  16. (Just posting to confirm that this is still active....people are just busy is all)
  17. (First bit's up, also check the story in the first post....bad news we're no longer getting paid) With a short vinyl jump the broadcast continued, giving way to a steady holiday tune complete with the ornamental scratchiness of transmitter technology. The distant voice of a vocalist wafted gently from the small glowing box on the counter, the aqua green glow of the device's central spectra pool rising and falling with her voice. The composition did well to continue the establishments tranquil, bordering on downcast, atmosphere. Though it did seem that at one point the diner was designed to evoke feelings of foalish joy or playfulness, it was apparent that times had changed. The once vibrant pink booths were now worn and a closer shade to rosewood. The many light sources, fixed in various positions along the walls, shone dim from age while their newer network of spectra tubing tried and failed to reflect and amplify the dismal display. These pipes ran from the worn blu-ish floors and up onto the aged cream walls, snaking along to the many over-sized bulbs along the way which were awaiting their fair share of Spectra Yellow. They shone in contrast not only to their accompanying light fixtures, but also the very structure of the building in which they were installed. The rafters, once painted the same pink as the booths below and decorated with an assortment of delicious looking imagery, were now chipped and worn. The same could be said for the many supporting beams that stood throughout the business's main space, twisted and colored to appear as over sized candy canes. It was in this environment, reflecting a time of long lost cheer, the patrons of Sugar Cube Corner resided. The crowd was composed of the usual gaggle: blue-yolked and tired work horses, dead end souls, and two Rangers. They sat in a booth not too far from the swinging doors of the establishment, obviously automated as to keep out as much winter air as possible. The mare, of average build for one of her youthful age, sat slumped and slumbering over an unknown sleeved chart. The stallion across from her, sipped from his steaming cup. He took shifts, briefly looking to his companion before turning his attention outside the large window. He'd been keeping track the snowfall, which so far had proven to only worsen as day drew into night. A battle raged as the white blanket attempted to cover the streets of the small town, but was continually blasted back by the opposing heating system operating from nozzles within avenue gutters. He witnessed as small burst of steam would puff up along the street, alluding to the myth that the winter roads were marginally warmer. He thought of the contrast between the cold world beyond his glass shielding and the relatively cozy interior in which he found himself. Shifting, he took the time to stretch and lean back into the booth, extending his hoodie garbed formed towards the ceiling. He groggily scratched light blue snout and ran his hooves through his grey mane, only reinforcing its upward swooping posture. Within a final flutter of his turquoise eyes, he felt the after affects of the stretch subsiding and a gradual resulting surge of energy coming on. He turned back to his companion, who remained asleep, before a flicker of pink caught his eye. He turned again to face the front counter of the establishment as a pink mare, sporting an equally pink and frazzled mane approached in waitress ware.
  18. (alright troopers, we're gonna start now, but I need everyone to delete their posts that aren't their app. Everything else of yours must go. Basically just delete all the text and put in ( ) "deleted".)
  19. (I think we'll be starting soon, I think all we need to do before we get started is sort out the winter gear our heroes will start with before they find out about the mission. These would be more personal items and pieces of clothing aside from combat gear, perhaps it would be packed up and used during times of rest on their journey ahead. Also Here's my app along with the gear.) Name: Patch Sex: Male Coat: Light blue Mane: Grey, pushed by hoof up and to the right Eyes: Turquoise Complexion: Smug, bordering on cocky, commonly wears band aid over bridge of snout Cutie-Mark: "Star of Life" medical symbol Personality: As said in Complexion; cocky and sarcastic,however loyal like most Pegasus. Activity: Takes up medical professions, doesn't shy away from violence, can be running common errands like others Bonus Notes: Depending on the era or dimension of the current RP, Patch finds himself rather attracted to Nurse Redheart Winter Civilian Gear: -a bandanna of sorts hung loosely around his neck to warm his muzzle against strong winds. -Wears a hoodie/windbreaker often in the winter, but will also include it under his vest and ranger jacket when operating -Wears a beanie to cover his mane when cold, with the exception of a few stubborn buts of hair that stick up out of the front
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