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Snowshoe

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  1. "Yer a comfortable warmth. Ya were also in me bed," Muggo' said with a shrug. He nodded, looking over at Dunder. "That's a bit o' a hit. Let's get ya patched up, before we head out to find the others," he said. "An' given the yell I heard, they're in his cabin. Ya go get some medical attention, b'y." He patted his friend on the shoulder, then cantered off to find Fire and Blueblood in his cabin. What he found was a state of disrepair, given the fact they just ransacked the cabin. Papers were strewn about, drawers tossed to the ground, whole nine yards. "Redecoratin', yer majesty? I particularly like what ya did with the desk," Muggo' Ale said casually, making sure to avoid most of the stuff on the floor as he went to stand next to Fire Walker. He was smarter than to step all over what may be evidence, or useful for tracking spells or something. "Proves me theory right. They were after ya, or the journal," he mused out loud, looking around the cabin. "Ya got a lead to take 'em on, yer Majesty?" he asked, not having seen him spark up the map, nor his little spiel about finding the griffons and the journal.
  2. Rain Maker nodded at Fire Walker. "The piercings," she explained. "I've never really seen any before. I'm from Cloudsdale, not many pegasi here wear them. Something about drag when flying, whatever. I'm Rain Maker, by the way," she said, being quiet while Fire and Nocturna spoke. Once they were done and Fire flew off, she looked at Nocturna. "That was weird. Anyways, want to get started on that trick?" she asked casually.
  3. Rain Maker giggled a bit. "Like I said, I slept in. I dunno why. Probably stayed up too late last night or something. But I had a coffee and everything so I'm ready to go!" she said happily, flaring out her wings and grinning. She was more than ready. She might not be an extreme flyer or anything, but this was still going to be fun in any case, and totally useful for her book. "Naw, I'm here for the sights," Rain teased with her tongue sticking out of her mouth. She gave a nod, checking her saddlebags over once she was done talking. Ten minutes to prep herself for some of the hardest flying she'd ever have to do. She checked to make sure she had her notebook, some pencils, and of course, the essentials. Food, water, camping gear. A book to read. "This'll be so~o cool," she said idly as she looked over her stuff.
  4. Wind Rider listened in on the stories, grinning a bit at the second one. It made much more sense now that he had all the details of the event, and not just that the poor mare had gotten kicked in the face. "Ouch. I figure everything worked out in the end, for that last bit, though?" He reached over to thwap Pocket Change upside the head as subtly as he could, after his comment on her first story, a bit of a grin on his face as he did. "Yeah, that does make sense. The uniform part. Any excess drag tends to put a strain on the flyers." Though it didn't explain away the usually crazy manes some of them had, they never seemed to get in the way of speed. He chuckled a bit. "I'm afraid all my stories tend to be rather dull, in comparison to meeting two Heroines of Equestria-" he waved a hoof at Misty Morning, "-Or ancient ruins and mystical artifacts. Though to be quite fair, I'd rather I have a dull day. Means everypony's safe and I won't have to organize any search parties." He sipped what little was left of his water on the counter, smiling a bit. "How long've you been flying with the Wonderbolts, Misty?" he asked casually. He was curious...like every pegasus from Equestria, the Wonderbolts were their pride and joy, and he was always interested in them, though he wasn't exactly the best of flyers, and probably couldn't make the cut if he tried.
  5. I need more RPs with Wind Rider, and being that he keeps the town under his wing, this would be perfect.
  6. Muggo' Ale couldn't help but laugh a little at Bumpkin's antics. To say she seemed excited would be an understatement, and now he even found himself curious about who it was. He smiled at Caramel Apple while she went to collect the cider, and he waited. Once she returned, he chuckled at the sight of her expertly carrying three mugs of cider. "Ya'd make a fine bartender," he joked. He took his mug from her with a word of thanks, grinning at her rather impressive little trick of tossing the mug (something he'd never try, even if his tail wasn't short. He would probably end up spilling the drink on himself, or somepony else). Muggo' followed her to the next room, taking a sip of the cider as he did, immediately following it up with a longer one. By Celestia, that was good. His own cider wasn't bad, but then again, she was from the Apple family. Leave it to them to know how to create amazing things with their namesakes. He shrugged at her question. "Not a bad bit nice. Been rather busy, an' not just with work. An' some of it's frankly hard to believe," he said with a chuckle. "Like a trip to Unyasi." He sipped his cider, then added in the same casual tone, as if it was just another day in the life of Muggo' Ale, brewmaster. "With Prince Blueblood." There was a beat when he realized how that sounded, and he facehoofed. "Celestia t'underin'...I swear I haven't been drinkin'," he assured her with a chuckle. "Long story short, the Prince was lookin' for an artifact there, an' he only was able to find it with a piece me, me buddy Dunder, an' his buddy Fire Walker found. Was quite the adventure."
  7. "Should be all you need then," Rain Maker commented, looking back and banking around to catch up to Nocturna, who was going to see a bright red-on-red pegasus down below. "I'd be honoured to fly alongside you, famous or not. Though I have a feeling you'll probably end up teaching me more than the other way around," she joked. She was memorizing all this to jot down for her book later, as she came in for a landing next to Nocturna, looking over the other mare. Rather fiery looking, in more ways than one. And the piercings in her ear were interesting, too. "Hey, where'd you get those?" she asked casually, pointing to the red mare's right ear with a hoof.
  8. Rain Maker's arrival to the Wind Shear Passage was pretty...obvious. Subtlety was not in her vocabulary. The blue mare with a blue mane (quite similar to their team lead, in fact) was flying in, a pair of saddlebags packed with food, supplies, and her notebooks, hung from her side. And she was accompanied by humming. A rapid little tune, the Apple Arrow Overture...which melded into something completely different. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappleoosa where the wind comes sweeping down the plaaaaains...and the wavin' wheat, can sure smell sweet..." she flew over Nocturna and the group below, banking around when she realized she'd over shot it. "And when we say....Yo! A-yip-aye-o-ee-yay! We're only sayin' you're doin' fine Appleoosa, Appleoosa! Ap, pl, eo, osa, Appleoooooooos-AH!" She continued her singing as she banked back around, landing on the final, loud vowel of the word Appleoosa. She grinned brightly and tucked her wings in, looking over at the Shadowbolt, team leader, and new friend of Rain Maker's, Nocturna. "Mornin'!" she said brightly. The snow, and the fact they were about to take a headlong flight into a challenge most pegasi never dared to, didn't seem to affect her mood one bit. She even had a little striped red and white scarf around her neck, though more for show than any attempt to ward off the cold. "Sorry, I'm a tad late. Slept in," she admitted. "Which is weird. Y'know, given how exciting this all is." She grinned. "When are we going in?"
  9. Muggo' Ale nodded. "They be pretty interestin'. Been wantin' one meself, right over me tail I think," he joked. He poured the Itailian a mug of his famous stout, passing it down the bar to him. "First one's free, don't worry, b'y," he said. He leaned over to look at the letter a bit. "Fancy," he commented, before leaning away, giving him some privacy. "Anyway, welcome to the Prancin' Pony, b'y. Best bar in Fillydelphia, guaranteed," he joked with a warm smile. [sorry for the delay and the short post, I'm honestly rather stuck]
  10. "A Shadowbolt?" She'd readily admit to not having heard of that group before. But Rain Maker had to admit, the name sounded really, really cool. She grinned. "Alright, that sounds cool." And even if they weren't incredibly well known (or maybe they were, and she just hadn't ever heard of them, she wasn't quite sure), she felt giddy as a filly to be flying with an actual professional stunt flyer. "Awesome! See if you can keep up, Nox," she teased. "Keep to my left. When we get to the top and start to fall back, you break left, I'll break right," she explained. If all went well, it'd look pretty impressive to those watching.
  11. "Ha, nope. Author's my profession, kinda. I haven't put out anything real yet, still trying to figure it out. I mostly adventure a lot," Rain Maker explained, smiling. "Nice to meet you then, Nox." When she mentioned the flying group, her eyes widened a bit. "Whoa. You're not a Wonderbolt, are you?" she asked. There were of course lots of other teams...the once proud Frecce Volanti from Itaily, the Snowclouds from Stalliongrad, others too, but like most Pegasi from Cloudsdale, she immediately thought of the famous Wonderbolts. She grinned when her offer was accepted, and Rain Maker nodded. "Alrighty then. It's nice and simple..." she trotted along, flaring out her wings. "You'll want to pull straight up and fold your wings. Once you lose momentum and you start to fall back..." she beat her wings once, taking off from the Arena floor. "Twist so you're pointing down, and flare your wings at the last minute! Simple, right?" she teased, circling back to look at Nocturnal.
  12. For a moment, Rain Maker was debating going up again. Put on a string of tricks, just to see how in-practice she was. It'd been a while since she'd done much more than fly straight from place to place. Before she could, however, another mare, blue-on-blue like herself, trotted over. She grinned at the compliment, taking a little bow with her wings flared out. "Thanks. Called a Hammerhead, pretty simple once you get past the whole falling thing," she explained. She extended a hoof toward the mare, a warm smile on her face. "Name's Rain Maker, I'm an author," she said. "If you want, I can teach you how to do the Hammerhead. Long as you don't mind hitting the clouds a few times," she teased.
  13. Cloudsdale. Home. It'd been a while for Rain Maker, since she was here. She'd been travelling around so much, and she had decided to come back for a few days, specifically to the Arena. She wanted to see who she could meet...some interesting pegasi, maybe, to help fill out her stories? In the meantime, however, she'd just fly. Rain Maker was a stunt flyer...not the fastest, but she was precise and agile. She came to the Arena low over the bleachers before pulling straight up and folding her wings in as she did. Momentum carried her high, until she lost it and began plummeting back toward the Arena floor. She twisted her body at the apex of her climb, so that she was facing down, and flared out her wings just before she hit the ground to pull out of the dive, The blue pegasus streaked along for a bit, slowing down as she went along, before finally alighting onto the cloudy floor of the Arena and looking around to see who, and what (sometimes, there were even griffons here) was around. She also secretly hoped to see that somepony had caught her rather spectacular (in her opinion) Hammerhead, though that was just the least of what she knew.
  14. Apparently, the first paragraphs of my FOE sidefic are not in the style of Jim Butcher like I'd intended, but Margaret Atwood. Huh. All 43k words of it gives me Chuck Palaihnuk or something. Never read either of their works.
  15. Glue. Of all the things, they used glue. Muggo' Ale looked over at the other guy once the smoke had cleared, laughing a bit. "Oho, b'y. Yer in for it bad," he teased, watching Dunder come over with a solution that apparently would free him from his little predicament. "Dunder, b'y, yer the last pony I want doin' this. They couldn't have gotten a staff member from the spa or something?" he teased. He was freed shortly after and got up, nodding. "Thanks. Bit o' a nasty trick, that." He could only imagine how bad that kind of bomb would be in combat or something, gluing opponents to the ground and making sure you could win easily by default. "What happened?" he asked, looking over at Dunder as he shook out his legs, trying to get some circulation going again. "One minute I'm on deck, next we got griffons everywhere. Don't think it's the same ones that we pissed off a few months back?" he asked, before shaking his head, answering his own question. "Nah, can't be. They wouldn't know we'd be on this," Muggo' reasoned. "Must be after the Prince. Where's Blueblood, he alright?"
  16. Wind Rider looked over at Misty Morning, quite interested in her tales as well. Wasn't ever day you got to sit down one-on-one (sorta) with a Wonderbolt, and hear first-hoof what they had to say. "I agree with Pocket, that frozen suit sounds rather painful, and dangerous." He wasn't as skilled as a Wonderbolt but he'd done amateur formation flying when he was a colt with his friends. Mixed with his job that kept him airborne all the time, and he was used to flying in tight situations. He couldn't imagine trying to precision fly with a frozen, hard to move in uniform. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at her second story. "That sounds...rather violent. I feel like something's missing. What'd you do, steal her sweetroll or something?" he joked, wondering what would cause somepony to kick another in the face.
  17. Spitfire's glasses were awesome. Like truly epic, so awesome. This entire episode was awesome. We get pretty much full confirmation that the Wonderbolts are based off real military air demonstration teams from their shirts, which I think is a pretty cool touch. I'm also a massive fan of said air demonstration teams, so I loved this episode in general, and it almost makes me want to revisit my own stunt flyer idea, if it wasn't for the fact I have too many characters I never play Dash's decision to quit the Wonderbolts at first was...well, interesting. I dunno really how to describe it but I liked it. Gave her a bit of depth, that she'd be willing to give up her dream if she thought it wasn't what she wanted. Also, I have one major complaint about this episode. No Top Gun reference. "You can be my wingpony anytime, Rainbow Dash." "Horsefeathers. You can be mine."
  18. Muggo' Ale laughed at Dunder's comment about his being late. "B'y, don't make me kick yer starn on yer own weddin'," he teased. "An' see, s'why I wanted to be there. Woulda been a blast, stories to hold ya hostage by," he joked. He wouldn't ever do something like that, but he probably would never have forgotten the stories. The shadow of a large airship passed over him, and he looked around, then up. Swift Squall came speeding down to earth with a parachute from an airship going overhead. He let out a low whistle and chuckled. "Impressive." He was impressed too, just a little. It'd been an incredible entrance. Muggo' Ale looked over at Midnight Brand, noticing she was as stiff and formal as ever. "Aye, been goin' good. An' it's a pleasure to see ya too," he added. He was glad to see she was doing alright, especially after the little mishaps in their adventure that ended up in a large fight with some nasty griffons and diamond dogs. He nodded and smiled, watching Hopesong run off with Wind Walker. "Cute," he said simply. He found his eyes wandering over the crowds gathered on the lawn, waiting for the ceremony. A scant few he recognized, and most of them were around him. He did see Fire Walker, which was to be expected as Wind had been there, and even...was that Princess Luna? Wow. "B'y, ya got a princess at yer weddin'. An' here me was, thinkin' that, if I ever did marry into the Apple family, that'd be a big event. Ya get a Princess." Muggo' Ale grinned, draping a foreleg over Dunder's neck. "Talk about bein' top o' the world right about now. Heck, maybe ya might even properly get into the guard now, bein' that ya know Luna, an' saved Blueblood's starn a good few times now," he teased.
  19. Ah, fair enough. I had actually just woken up, so my sarcasm detector was still powering up
  20. Sorry, used to the whole "no previous knowledge" rule. I can add it in later xD
  21. [colour=#000000]Ideas I like: The Wind Shear Passage and Flyer Arena My character: Rain Maker, who's in it for a good story, and some good fun. RP Type: Public's fine. Shipping: I'll leave it open to whether the characters have chemistry or not.[/colour]
  22. Out of curiosity, when and how many people still play? Whenever I'm on it's empty, and I'm finding a lot of large, but seemingly abandoned builds.
  23. I always imagined it as the guy carving the calendar just one day standing up, saying "You know, I've been doing this too long. I've predicted thousands of years into the future. I need a break." And he never goes back to it. For my part I'm working at learning the Great Big Sea cover of It's the End of the World As We Know It, just for the sheer impressiveness of their speed.
  24. [Just wanted to drop a quick head's up: If my descriptions of the bar have got you confused, Muggo's profile has pictures of the bar done in Minecraft. It's not on a hill, obviously, but it gives you an idea of what you see (basically from that bottom row of windows up).]
  25. Muggo' Ale heard the familiar (to him) ding-a-ling of the bells near the stairs ringing. He'd installed the system for just such an occasion as this: he was downstairs, and nopony was manning the bar. So, as soon as the door opened, the bells jingled. "I'll be back shortly," he said, climbing the stairs to the second floor to see the other pony walk in. He waved at the newcomer, smiling. "Hey, how's ya gettin' on?" he called out. An odd, almost exotic looking earth pony. "Welcome to the Prancin' Pony, me name's Muggo' Ale. What can I get ya?" he asked, walking over to the bar and slipping under the hatch to get into position, smiling happily at Abbot. "My, those are some interestin' bits o' ink. Got any meanin' behind 'em?"
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