Apolline Allura

Remember, the world is key, and there's probably a way to interperse the lore with the course. It could be one of the best golf courses on the planet, honestly.

*takes sugar cookie from stash*

*snuggles on up to Apolline*

*noms cookie* :3

And that's when Allura knew that the holidays were special times for everypony indeed.

*munches sugar cookies*

"You all are so overdramatic."

*turns nose in the air*

*brings in a truckload of iced sugar cookies for everypony*

"Nopony is to ask where or how I procured this. Understood?"

Oh, and Happy Holidays!

What? My soul needs what?

Go on spit it out.

Don't keep my waiting!

GO ON THEN!

TELL ME!

OH NO!

I'm Floating in a ball of water.

Bayonetta? I've never played Bayonetta!

If anything my soul would have the monsters from Amnesia and Penumbra in it! You know, It being Penumbra's name and all

"Penumbra, your soul....needs a new decor. It was so...."

"TACKY!"

*leaps on Fawkes to commence ZE BUCKING*

"Thank you for your, ah, concern," she said, in rather more kindly tones than she'd been using. "I'm Flickerlight. City lamplighter. What would your name be?"

Lamplighter? What a curious profession, but given that Blaze and her sister Ashsmoke had a great many things to do with fire magic, the need for such never seemed possible to her. This mare, more importantly, seemed mildly distraught before she came over to her. Her movements were so lithe and graceful, yet seemed to have been done in mourning.

"Blaze Bright. Pleased to make your aquaintence." she announced, her broken Royal Canterlot dialect in full force.

"Your dancing is beautiful, and at odds with such melancholy in those pretty eyes of yours."

I want to keep this app. I've been wanting to get back at this for a while. I've gotten time now.

It's actually done, I think I'll be the final tags to it.

*suddenly remembers that my epic snuggles of snuggly snuggliness went COMPLETELY ignored* APPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! D:<

*grabs hoof*

*rips out of Penumbra's chest*

*throws into pile of crumpets*

Enjoy your vacation, dear? :3

*takes a crumpet with strawberry jam*

"Penumbra's soul needs to be cleansed in the firewater of heaven Fawkes. Seriously. That was murder. The Joys from Bayonetta were there too, and the weren't easy to fight."

Penumbra's soul needs

Celebrating Hearth's Warming Eve was never the celebration that other ponies made it to Blaze Bright. The red filly would always enjoy a quiet evening in her house, listening to her sister croon her carols and decorate the house and do all sorts of things for a holiday that she had little reason to celebrate. She wasn't (openly) hostile to the idea of it all, but for the duration of time was stuck in Canterlot, she couldn't stand it. Hearth's Warming was a time for embracing ALL others, ideals and doing so in the spirit of togetherness or some such. Deep down, it bothered her, it twisted her insides something awful that her antichrist PR was bad enough to prevent anyone from doing any of that with her. And so it was with a conflicted heart that she wandered through the city, away from home for the first time without her sister, this holday season.

Such beautiful lights...

"What eyesores do they hang in the night to keep everypony up? Is it tradition to not catch a salt lick of sleep before this supposedly important holiday?" she huffed, a blast of hot air from her furnace of a mouth reaching into the sky to evaporate into nothing.

...and oh, the decorations are to die for...

She laughed derisively at the homes close by, strewn with this and that. Baubles and ornaments and Celestia pieces. It was without mirth. 'Such tacky homes...' she attempted to say to herself.

...and...oh my.

Blaze spotted a dancing mare with tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips. Intrest piqued, she trotted over to her in both concern and curiousity.

"Hello? You there? You dance while you weep, and it hurts me to see another in tears over this season. Are you alright?"

*claws a hoof out of Penumbra's chest, shaking it frantically*

"AM I CHOPPED LIVER OR IS SOMEONE GONNA HELP ME!"

*suddenly remembers that Fawkes didn't DO a DAMN thing while he was in Penumbra's soul fighting hell itself*

"FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

*does epic battle with all sorts of various monsters...and a few of the Joys from Bayonetta.*

'WHAT THE F-"

*is smacked into a wall*

"WHAT KIND OF TWISTED SOUL HOLDS THESE MANNERS OF EVIL?"

*dives into the void of Penumbra's soul to save him*

"By the way, any last word before my final, unstoppable device unleashes hell upon every inch of this thread, incinerating the remains of everpony caught in the blast?"

"What? That's impossible! This thread is how I came up in...that thingy under my avi!"

"I thought I told Imagination to behave or-"

*activates 4th DOOMSDAY device FOR REALS*

"...we're boned."

*smacks Penumbra*

"In case you forgot, I already proposed. And Imagination, keep your imagination AWAY from Fawkes. Lest you incur my wrath AND my 4th doomsday device. You'll end gone fast and forgotten faster like dear ol' Derpseh."

Name: Funk Doc

Gender: Male

Age: Stallion (33)

Species: Unicorn

Pelt Color: Dark Red

Mane/Tail Color & Style: Braided jet black mane with numerous extentions (think Rick James), and a short, straight jet black tail.

Eye Color: Brown (usually covered by an omnipresent pair of silver sunglasses)

Cutie Mark: Disco ball with a stethascope hooked up to it.

Physique: Tall, lanky.

Origin: Ponyville

Roleplay Type: Fim/Show Roleplay

Occupation: MC/DJ/Disco Owner

Motivation: Bringing the funk to Ponyville, whenever, however. Runs a disco in Ponyville, performs live on occasions. Wants to play for Canterlot and Princess Celestia one day.

Likes: The FUNK, family, friends, making music to make ponies get down and apples, battling other MC's.

Dislikes: Bad tunes, wack un-funkdafied music, ponies who talk horseapples but can't walk the walk.

Character Summary: Born in his family's old estate in Ponyville, Funk Doc was raised by his Uncle Quilly, a conissieur of music, and a lover of FUNK. As Doc grew up listening to his Uncle's old records, he grew an appreciation for the sound himself. And as an older colt, began to speak over the funky beats in rhymes, eventually coming into his own full-blown style of rapping. Doc had found his talent early, but because he wasn't the most well behaved foal (pranks and such do have an adverse reaction to one's maturity) he didn't earn his cutie mark until he was fourteen. In a battle at what was formerly known as the "P0N-3 Discotek" his opponent managed to skewer him with some rather biting barbs about his Uncle, and how he wasn't raised by his mother and father. Because of his hothead (a bad combination with his mischevious side) was tempted to get even worse than his opponent. Instead, his rap went down in history as "Make Bits, Not War". He went from deflecting his rival's taunts to getting the whole crowd behind him, his rival's respect and showing what the healing powers (metaphorically speaking) of what a funky sound could do.

Funk Doc became a hometown hero overnight, wowing audiences and guests alike with his music and performances, which were so high energy, that the crowd was as tired as he was when they were over. Though his heart was always in his home and the humility he had amassed in it, he knew he wanted to get out and go the biggest he could: Canterlot. There, he wanted to perfom for all of Equestria and Princess Celestia. He knew that he had to get known first, so when the Discotek was on the market, he put all of his bits on the line that he earned from performing to buy it. After renovating the place, and one hellfire of a grand opening, Doc renamed his newly aquired premise "P-Funk", after the hook from his debut single "Da Funk". He's hosted many parties, but he plans to host his biggest one this year in order to get attention from Canterlot so that he may be asked to perform in the Grand Galloping Gala this year.

A stallion known to get a party "wild for the night", Doc is known for his onstage antics as much as his music, and wears the outfits to back it up.

When NOT funking things up, Doc takes up odd jobs around town, being that he has enough weight and wit to handle most anything. He has a sense of duty to Ponyville, and repping his hometown means more to him than just shouting it out on a track. His work ethic, while far from impeccable, is strong enough to ensure that he can be trusted with any task given to him.

*is bored*

"Yeah..."

*activate 4th doomsday device*

"The funny thing is, this one will acutally work. On another note, Fawksy, I must tell you that I am ready to finalize our unholy union."

*kneels to ground*

"Will you marry me?"

*presents Fawkes with Golden Apple of Chaos*

*back in the game*

"What's good? Did we stop my counter doomsday device?"

Reference to two towers which apparently nopony got.....

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i'll just be in the corner if anypony needs me.

*Starts eating a tub of ice cream

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*weeps

"Giant spiders who talk in riddles and try to eat you anyway are totally uncool."

*looks around*

"For a real Two Towers refrence, I named the first sword I owned in Fable 3 "Andruil". Take that, Penumbra!"

Silly Angikins. You hafta wait till AT LEAST 2am for that to happen :3

Annnnnd.... UHMMM... DO YOU MEAN JUST IN THIS THREAD?

"Interesting statment Fawksy. But really, who needs a mare when you've got me?"

(Interlude: This is the most fun I've ever had being a wife. If you totally thought I was a chick irl, I suggest you hit that name near mah poneh. Otherwise, on with the show!)

"WHOOP WHOOP."

"Well...I'm sure Fawkes wouldn't mind me either way..."

*moon walks in to this* yo dogs

"Dusty. Leave this forum. We are trying to prevent a fusion reactor from blowing the horseapples outta this place..."

*grabs tools*

"...and stop playing dead Fawkes!"