Snowshoe

Muggo' noticed the rather mischievous, vicious smile and the equally mischievous smirk that came afterwards. All like she knew something he didn't about all of this. Was she a skilled dart player, perhaps? It would be interesting to see. He laughed at what she said, smiling. "Oh, but I may be wrong, but somethin's tellin' me yer not tellin' me everythin'." he said with a chuckle. He grabbed the first dart in his mouth, turned his head to the side, and quickly turned it toward the dart board, letting the dart go. It sailed through the air and landed on a single 20, just barely outside the triple ring. The second dart went a little wider, hitting a single in the 18 slice. He had to aim carefully for the second one, lest his entire round go to waste. He launched the third dart, and it hit a single 2 with the same muffled 'thump' as the previous two. "Eight points. Been a bit o' time." he said with a laugh, going to mark his score on the chalkboard next to the dartboard, then retrieving his darts and going to stand behind Caramel. "Not a bad first run. Well, ya seemed pretty confident in yerself, Caramel. Show me what ya got then." he said with a chuckle. He wasn't taunting her, instead he was genuinely curious to see if she really was that good at darts.

Wind Rider slowed to a stop next to the others once the doctor was there, and was surprised by his assessment. A Peryton? Yes, what indeed was a Peryton doing in Hoofington? "It's probably best if you help him, I'm no good with this medical stuff." Wind addressed Cinnamon, then turned to watch the two work. He stayed quiet as Balance worked, then nodded the moment he got his orders. "I'll be back. Should I bring the secretary along, or just tell her where you've run off to?" he asked. Then another thought hit the rescue pony and he looked at both ponies in front of him. "Do either of you need anything while I'm out? If I'm going to be flying anyways, it would be best to get this all in one go rather than making many trips." he pointed out, flaring out his wings and getting ready to take off again.

[should I break the post order and finish off the day, or let SSF pick up during the next day?]

Dapper Dan got rather caught up in the dance, trying to run through the moves in his head while at the same time not tripping over his own hooves, and trying to keep up with Haymaker. He got so caught up he didn't notice that they were attracting a lot of attention from the crowd around them, until there was a short break in the dance that let him relax for a moment and look around. He laughed a little nervously, shifting his glasses. "We've attracted a bit of an audience. Or, well, you at least. I'm still all left hooves." he said with a chuckle. He was being a little modest...he wasn't half bad. "You can dance really well, Haymaker." he complimented, tilting his newsboy cap back a bit and getting ready for the next part of the dance. [Yeah, looks like a few people have either forgotten or just gotten really busy.]

Dapper Dan was just as surprised that it was actually working, and so he kept quiet, not wanting to ruin anything. It was kind of cute, seeing the couple forgive each other that quickly over such small things. He smiled at what the Doc said, nodding. "Yeah, I was much the same way...read a few novels, I think one may have been yours, Miss LaMare, and then decided to come out here for a bit of adventure." he admitted. He gently tugged out some of the larger feathers, looking at Candy and chuckling. Thorn seemed quiet as well. If it was any other situation, he'd feel a bit awkward, but after having seen the two fight, he figured it was best to let them have their moment.

All the talk of weddings and such made Muggo' Ale a little embarrassed. He chuckled nervously, sipping his drink. He and Caramel had had one date together, and here his friends were talking marriage. "Aye, Caramel Apple o' the Apple family." he told Fire, smiling. "Didn't know how big a family it was 'till I talked to her. Celestia t'underin', y'ain't kiddin' when ya say that. Would make Hearth's Warmin' dinner a little crazy, aye?" he said with a laugh. He looked up at Dunder and nodded. "That's presumin' he finds somethin' in there. Might'n be that he doesn't find anythin', or he gets the answer he needs." he pointed out. But he, like Dunder, liked getting paid, so he hoped that Blueblood called on them again. He nodded, collecting his bits and standing up from the table himself after downing the rest of his drink. He set his newsboy cap properly on his head, then grinned at Dunder. "Shall we be off, or ya goin' to stay an' try to impress the elite o' Canterlot?" he teased.

Muggo' laughed at the news of him going on a date got. He turned to Dunder, addressing him first. "Caramel Apple, aye, an' aye." he said with a smile. "She's great. An' I didn't tell ya 'cos I didn't get the time, b'y. Anyways, ya two can probably meet her any time, we're just datin'." he assured them. He chuckled as Fire Walker misunderstood what he meant. "No, I meant he's got his snout stuck in the air, if ya catch me drift." he said, chuckling again. He understood they had to put on airs, but something seemed almost too natural about the way Blueblood acted that way, like it was how he acted all the time. Muggo' made his way to the table with the others, nodding. "Looks rather odd." he said, meaning the mysterious curved yellow fruit. The truffles, however, he easily grabbed a few of those, as well as a pint of lager from the bar. He sat down at the table and stretched out a bit. "So, ya think the b'y's gunna call on us again?" he asked. "Think there's anythin' in that journal?" he added.

Muggo' grinned when she agreed, getting up and making his way over to the dart board. He was about to suggest just a standard game of five-oh-one when she started up a long list of games, many of which he'd heard of, many he hadn't. He was actually stunned for a little moment, staring at her with his mouth hanging open just a little. "Yer just full o' surprises, ain't ya?" he said with a laugh a moment later. He had been expecting to have to teach her a little about how to play, but she obviously had played before. Anypony that knew something about pub culture like that was someone he could respect, and he found himself taking a liking to this mare every minute. "Me preference is to Cricket or Fifty-One in 5's." he said with a smile, holding up a hoof to indicate she could relax and take a breath instead of continuing to rattle off dart games. "I'm really impressed ya know half those, Caramel." he added with a smile, grabbing his own darts in between his teeth and heading off to the small table that marked the throw line, and he set his darts down on it. "S'up to ya which one ya prefer." Muggo' said, waiting for her to make her choice. Both were fun games, and both required a lot of skill to do, unlike a game of three or five-oh-one, which just required you to know where to hit repeatedly.

Oups, totally forgot I was gunna finalize that bit of art I drew. If you still want to see it that is xD Edit: Also, is all the crew a part of the Freewings group already, or is this thread a time for folks like Kaskazini to join and meet the rest of the crew?

"Griffons may be strong, but look at the muscles on ya! Celestia t'underin', b'y, ya could pop me head off with two fingers I'd bet." Muggo' said in a quiet voice, continuing to egg the Diamond Dog on. He smiled and nudged the guard gently. " 'sides, ya think they be payin' ya half what yer labour's worth? I'd bet me a case o' cider they're skimmin' from the profits an' givin' ya the bottom ' the barrel." he said, as Dunder laid out the plan. He smiled and patted the Diamond Dog and went to grab his own tool, letting the others speak as he took a few swings, the pickaxe rattling painfully against his fetlock with every swing. "Pfft. It's the griffons who're the ones with an empty bucket behind the beak, if'n they think they can keep a bunch'a these Dogs as basically slaves. Who's the real fool here, aye?" he said out loud with a chuckle, addressing Midnight's statement. "Griffons are outnumbered an' outmatched, an' they think they run the place. Thems be fools if I've ever seen 'em meself."

[sorry guys, I got super busy with work.] "Go right ahead, Candy. Everypony's welcome to stay and chat here." Dapper Dan informed her with a smile, shaking Miss LaMare's hoof and motioning to the seat Candy had been occupying in the waiting area. "Well, seeing as we're here, I figure we'll start with the preening first." he said, levitating up the brush and giving the Sheriff an apologetic smile for adding a bit more to his tab. He'd find a way to help pay the Sheriff back, unless he felt it was a fair bit of revenge. He got to work on the pegasus' left wing, about to ask a question as to what it was Louise did in town when Candy spoke, answering his question for him. An author, hmm? He kept quiet, able to read between the lines of what the other mare was saying. He figured if he kept quiet, and did his job (which, according to Candy, was quite relaxing) well, it would help ease the tension between the couple. So instead of interfering (and getting his tongue tied and likely say the wrong thing), Dan just kept the brush moving in slow, methodical strokes along Miss LaMare's wing.

"Muggo'. Muggo' Ale." Muggo' said when Blueblood mentioned him, but not by name. He gave a respectful nod of his head and doffed his cap once again as the prince left them and went to go read through his journal. "Aye. He's a lot more sober than I thought. Not like sober as in not three sheets to the wind, mind ya. Sober as in...well, I heard say he can be a little on the hoity-toity side. Seemed rather down to earth." he commented, smirking at Fire as she playfully admonished them for their behaviour. "Eh, b'y's gotta learn to loosen up a little." he joked. He got up and stretched out his neck a little as she spoke. "Warnin' ya right now b'y, I'm a cuddler." he teased Dunder, then looked at Fire and smiled, shaking his head. "Grateful for the offer, Fire, but I think I may have me somepony back home. Least the first date went well." he said with a smile. "Me b'y Dunder, on the other hoof..." he said with a chuckle, knowing it would make for a hilarious show to watch.

Rain Maker smiled at the new pegasus to walk over, greeting Onyx with a tilt of her head before looking back at Ardent, who was taking his helmet off. It revealed an aged face, and a light purple mane. It all sorta had the effect of making him look rather dignified, a well aged stallion. She smiled as he spoke, then laughed. "You caught me, I s'pose." she said with a chuckle. "I'm an author by trade...by nature, I kinda just take in everything I see to use as notes. Your armour for instance, is really cool. So, I made a note of that kind of style, see if I can work it in. So are the Destriers...but don't worry, I won't use the actual Destriers in my book. Just maybe a similar kind of order, if you know what I mean." she said with a smile. One thing she noted was that the pony seemed to be rather...monotone. Not much inflection or emotion in his voice, and no real look on his face other than stone-faced. It was odd, to say the least.

Muggo' smiled at her, not having expected the kiss on the cheek. A little unexpected, but nice. At least it confirmed his thoughts that tonight was going well. He settled at the table, then looked over at her, happy to see that she seemed to have gotten over her momentary bit of nerves. "Well, shouldn't take too long for him to set up." he said. The rust-coloured unicorn was almost done with his setup, checking over some of his stuff and getting his instruments ready. Muggo' looked around the room, then back at her. "If ya know how to play darts, we can always try a quick game o' that." he offered. All the pool tables were in use, filling the room with the occasional clack of the hard resin balls bouncing off each other on the tables. He finished off his second drink, leaving it on the table. He knew that occasionally one of the wait staff from above would make a round downstairs, picking up the dishes and sending them upstairs. That would be it for him for a little while...he could definitely drink more, but he'd rather not get too tipsy on the first date, lest she get the wrong idea. "Or we can wait to see if one o' the tables'll open up." he added, motioning with his head toward the pool tables for emphasis. "Or ya can save yer energy for the dancin' that's sure to start up." he added with a chuckle.

If it wouldn't be too difficult, do up the entire Mane 6. Although like others have said, Twilight's, Pinkie's, Fluttershy's, and Dash's probably rate as the highest four I can think of. Are you doing one-offs, or runs? Also, as for colouring, why not make all the pieces separate. So for Dash's CM, you take the cloud as one piece, and each sliver of lightning as another, then the entire mark's container (either a circle, cloud, etc), arrange them all, and then cover it over with a thin sheet of Plexiglas or something similar to hold it all together, sealed around the edges maybe with a wire or something?

Below him, WInd Rider saw some movement as a pony rushed outside with the obvious white and red of a medkit in the glow of unicorn magic. He banked sharply to the right and tucked his wings in, coming in for a fast landing next to Balance. He nodded, but then shrugged a shoulder at the same time. "I wish I could tell you exactly what went on, but I don't know. I was just flying one moment, and the next I'm looking over a pony on the ground that was hurt pretty bad, bleeding quite a bit. Just this way, come on." Wind Rider said, trotting down the street until Balance caught up, and then breaking out into a fast run, his hooves thundering along the cobblestones as he made his way back toward where the injured pony and the mare were waiting. He hated running, felt like it took longer as he had to get around the buildings...he hoped that that extra bit of time wasn't enough for the other pony to get in a worse state.

[i'll pass on my turn as well, as my character was waiting on Ardent's response. Not rushing your or anything Villefort, take your time.]

"Aye, sounds 'bout right to me." Muggo' Ale agreed. He didn't remember too much but that sounded right. With how many days had passed between then and now, and the working of his bar in between then, things like that tended to slip his mind. He listened to what Fire Walker said, then added his own two bits to the theorizing. "I'd say it's more likely it was lost. A journal's not somethin' ya leave behind unless ya gotta get goin' on the double-quick." he pointed out. "Might'n be that yer father just dropped that on the way, or it might'n be that it's got an answer. If it comes up with more questions than answers, well, ya know who to turn to, I hope." he said with a smile. The bag of bits on the table, and the thrill of going out and adventuring again, was really starting to grow on Muggo' again, though he knew he couldn't keep leaving the bar behind like this. "If there's more out there, we'll find it."

Jeremy Soule is one of my all time favourite composers, so his video game work is amazing. I routinely hike to songs from and .Because I have a love for metal and rock, Brutal Legend had a great OST as well. The music is amazing in a .Metro 2033 is one of my favourite games of all time, and its soundtrack is stellar. It is incredibly atmospheric, and plays mostly during the introduction to each chapter, and sets the tone for it to follow. Listen to this one, Ghost, and you can tell the level ahead is not going to be a very pleasant one (In fact, it's my favourite level in the entire game). Finally, there's Inun Zur, the composer of the barely-noticed Fallout 3 OST. Everybody knows the wacky Galaxy News Radio playlist of catchy '50s tunes, and Enclave Radio's patriotic American music, but so few people pay attention to the background music, the ambient stuff, which is amazingly done, IMO. Here's one of the tracks, which the uploader named ...sadly, most of Zur's tracks are un-named, which I find to be a travesty.Those are just some of the ones I can remember, as I loved them most. A lot of time music either falls flat for me, or just fades into the background.

Oups, my bad xD If we're doing one vendor position, I'd probably chose Timbre then. Sorry for messing up the order, didn't realize you wanted more, and sadly I don't think there's a delete post option.

Dapper Dan let out a soft chuckle as he caught Silverstar and Holly Day whispering amongst themselves. He finished up the preening of Candy's wing, and smiled when he finished. "And there we go! Say, that wasn't that hard at all." he said with a laugh. He did some mental math, and gave her a price for the preening and the mane and tail cut. "Come on back any time." he said pleasantly. To Miss LaMare, he smiled. "And now for you, Miss LaMare. Just the wing preening?" he asked, an automatic reaction. He looked over at the sheriff and chuckled, forgetting that it was on Silverstar's bill. "By the way, I don't think we've ever formally met in my time here. I'm Dapper Dan." he added with a warm smile. He knew Appleloosa wasn't big, but there was still some ponies in the town he didn't know yet, at least not having met formally. He'd said hi to a few on his way around town, and knew most ponies by sight. He'd seen Miss LaMare around but had never said hi, nor did he know what she did around town.

Roleplay Type: Crossover (Fallout: Equestria) Name: Slip Gun (Originally named Spitshine) Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Earth pony Eye Color: Light brown Coat Color: Dark earthy brown Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Orange/brown mane and tail. Mane is short cut at the top and comes down to just before the bottom of his neck. Edges are a little on the spikey side. Tail is straight and average length, with a few stray areas of unkemptness. Physique: Average, a little on the shorter side. Cutie Mark: Front view of an empty, six-shot revolver cylinder. Origin/Residence: Stable 41 was where he was born, he now takes up residence wherever he can find a place to sleep. Occupation: Mercenary. Usually ends up guarding caravans and the like. Motivation: At some point, maybe find a way to get his memory back. Until then, Slip Gun is trying to help in any way he can, even though he often forgets who he's helping or what he's doing (due to some anterograde amnesia), and fight off evil, just like the Slip Gun of his book. S.P.E.C.I.A.L Strength - 6 Perception - 5 Endurance - 5 Charisma - 8 Intelligence - 8 Agility - 5 Luck - 4 Skills Firearms - 90% Stealth - 35% Explosives - 25% Lockpicking - 20% Repair - 70% Speech - 90% +5 Barter - 75% +5 Science - 90% Medicine - 65% Unarmed - 70% Melee - 30% Perks - Intense Training: +1 SPECIAL attribute - Comprehension: +1 Skill point whenever a skill book is read - Scoundrel: +5 to Barter and Speech - Gunslinger: +25% accuracy with small guns in S.A.T.S. - Nerd Rage!: +50 Damage Resistance and Strength increased to 10 when low on health (20% or lower). - Computer Whiz: Can try hacking a terminal once more after it's been locked down. Inventory - .44 Magnum revolver with no scope - Iron horseshoes ("Brass Knuckles") - PipBuck - Saddlebag and holster for his revolver - Black Boss-of-the-Plains style hat - Red handkerchief tied around his neck. Character Summary: Slip Gun was born in a Stable He doesn't remember why he left the Stable, nor even what he did there. He just knows that's where he was born, in a Stable. He doesn't even know his real name. All of this loss of memory happened just shortly after he left his Stable. Before we get to that, his background, most of which he doesn't know. Slip Gun was born Spitshine, in Stable 41, just east of the White Tail Woods. Stable 41 had a very odd experiment associated with it: it was innundated with entertainment provisions. Compared to most Stables it had exponentially more videos, records, books and the like to keep the Stable-dwellers docile and idle. It worked too well...most remained blank flanks for quite a long time, not finding their special talent due to being too busy watching one of the Stable's home-made television shows. Slip Gun/Spitshine was the son of one of the janitors there, and had quite the talent when it came to computers (but it wasn't his cutie mark talent). He ended up as the Stable's console repairpony, as well as fixing anything electronic that needed it. For an Earth pony, he was quite adept at it, too. And, for a pony from a Stable meant to make folks idle, Slip Gun/Spitshine was one smart cookie, usually from reading more technical and informative books than the entertainment ones everypony else read. One day, a fire erupted in a maintenance room after the maintenance pony got distracted by a magazine. Within minutes, most of the Stable's lower level was flooded with smoke (Slip Gun doesn't remember any of this.) Slip Gun/Spitshine packed his bags and made for the Stable door with his father as the fires began to spread up to the upper levels. The fires started to set off gas lines and other such things, causing multiple explosions and quite a bit of death. In the ensuing panic, Slip Gun/Spitshine was separated from his father, stumbled, and was tramped underfoot by the mass of people escaping. Not many survived...most ponies died of smoke inhalation, and only about a dozen (and Slip Gun) survived out into the Wasteland. This trampling is the reason Slip Gun doesn't remember a lot...the repeated hooves to the head knocked something around in his head, giving him anterograde and mild retrograde amnesia, anterograde meaning he has difficulty forming new memories, while retrograde meaning he has a spotty memory of before the evacuation of the Stable. When Slip Gun awoke, he had only his saddlebag nearby, and his jumpsuit as a reminder of where he'd come from. The saddlebag provided no answers, but it did contain what had been one of his favourite books, "The Life and Death of Slip Gun", who had been an Appleloosan vigilante. Realizing he had a similar appearance to the character as described in the book, he figured he might as well take on the persona...and from that day forward, Spitshine became Slip Gun. Using the book, he trained himself to be a silver-tongued rogue, though his skills with computers was something he retained through the amnesia. The Slip Gun of the book was a vigilante, fighting off what he perceived to be evil ponies, skirting the edges of the law to do so. Slip Gun the Stable-dweller began doing much the same. He found his first caravan after a few hours of walking toward Manehattan, and in exchange for being a guard they let him take a weapon. Naturally, he chose the revolver, Slip Gun the Book Character's weapon of choice. After seeing the caravan safely to New Appleloosa, he began to wander, protecting who he found and killing those he (through Slip Gun the Book Character's moral compass) decided were evil. Thankfully, this usually jived with standard definitions: Raiders, slavers, etc. His cutie mark came from that decision to guard the first caravan as well: with that revolver, he found himself to be an impeccable shot. Like tin can at 75 feet without really aiming impeccable. He was excited that he finally got his cutie mark...years of sitting around doing nothing in the Stable had meant he, like many there, had been a blank flank for quite a long time. His resolve hardened by the appearance of a cutie mark as badflank as the book Slip Gun's, Slip Gun/Spitshine continued to do his vigilante thing. Currently, Slip Gun works as a mercenary. With his anterograde amnesia making it difficult to form new memories, the simplicity of caravan guarding is nice: get up, walk, shoot bad ponies. The simplicity helps with the amnesia: some memories form, but not many. For instance, he knows his name is Slip Gun, and knows a few very basic things, like where Manehattan can be found and what some Wasteland things are. Others he forgets, which can be deadly, like what a manticore can do. The amnesia annoys him, and as a result, Slip Gun is trying to figure out some way, if he can remember it that day, to cure his amnesia, but he's not sure it's possible. He also vaguely recalls his father, unsure if he made it out of the Stable or not, which is one of the more vivid memories of his spotty pre-injury memory. Until such time as any of that happens though, Slip Gun is quite content being a vigilante for good in the lawless wasteland.

[Rog. My bad, SSF.] "He's not a merc, just likes jokin' around. We weren't goin' to shake ya down for yer bits." Muggo' assured Blueblood. He chuckled and set his hat down respectfully on the table, shaking out his grey mane just a little. He sat by quietly while Blueblood looked through the journal, glancing over at Fire walker and smiling a little. He looked back at Blueblood when he spoke, and set the bits down. He hadn't expected at all to get paid. Instead he looked at Fire, then at Blueblood again in turn. "That 'bout covers it. An' I got no theories on how a bandit got hold o' it. Crates, to my memory, hadn't been disturbed in a bit o' time. More'n a few weeks by me estimate. I rememberin' that right?" he asked his two companions.

Dapper Dan let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, happy to see that, for now, Mrs. LeMare had settled down, and hopefully there wasn't any lasting damage to their relationship. "Here, Sheriff." he said, sweeping a towel from a small ring on the barber's chair and holding it in his hoof as he held it out for the Sheriff, draping the towel over his hoof with a sympathetic little turn of the lips that he kept hidden rather well. He definitely didn't want to get a pie thrown in his face, and could imagine it probably wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. He turned back to his work, smiling at Louise. "Shouldn't take too much longer, Mrs. LeMare. If you'd like, there's some magazines and such to flip through while you wait...they're only a little out of date." he said with a chuckle as he got to work on Candy's other wing.