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Bannhammer last won the day on October 19 2013

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  • Birthday 12/06/1993

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  1. I have one character in the REA, Ace High Unfortunately, his application was completely deleted for some unknown reason, I'm trying to see if I can get an archived version restored, otherwise I'll rewrite it.
  2. Martel smiled awkwardly, still uncomfortable with being doted on. He opened his mouth to try and argue the point again, but quickly relented. Despite his own feelings, it would be rude to refuse such a kind offer from the mare. As he read her note, he sighed in defeat. The offer was just too good, and how could he even think of refusing Rivet? Whether or not she knew it, this mare had a gift when it came to make cute faces. He watched quietly as she made the sheets and folded some clothes up, taking an inquisitive glance at the system of pipes and tubes on the walls and ceiling. Eventually she seemed to remember his presence and typed up a note to fill him in on some more details. Martel gulped audibly upon reading about the potential for explosions, and she seemed to catch on, giggling slightly. Another blush formed on his cheeks, and the stallion cleared his throat. “No questions, Nein. But... do not be afraid to wake me if you are needing any help. I might not know machines, but I know heavy lifting.”
  3. Martel smiled weakly as Rivet went over the schematics again. He had no problem with the time frame, considering the sheer awesomeness of what would be the end product. The stallion’s smile warmed up as she addressed his question. “Ja, gold sounds very good, Frau Rivet. I think it would be looking nice, do not want to lack style when I am doing job!” He then paused as she offered him a place to stay while she worked. “Oh, well, uh... sure? I would be happy to be staying here while you work. I can be helping you run light house? Otherwise I would not wish to be a big burden on you, Frau.”
  4. Martel blinked, tail slinking towards his hammer. The mare seemed to have spaced out, rather badly in fact. While most ponies saw fit to write on paper, it would appear that Rivet had transcended the need for pulp based writing materials and was scratching things into the floor. Odd, to say the least. Probably a little unsettling too. She seemed to come around, offering an apologetic look to Martel, who simply smiled and nodded his head. He didn’t want her to feel bad about being passionate. The mercenary had a tendency to get lost in thought sometimes, though it never involved engineering. He did admire the small mare for her determination, even if she may get a little... odd, while in the process of creating. Eventually she passed him some of her sketches, and he looked them over with an appreciative gaze. Some of them bordered on ludicrous, like the giant, hammer swinging machine. Despite it’s outlandishness, and overall lack of use, he admired the approach. Part of him was glad to have come to her, such originality could lead to truly great things for the pair of them. Martel felt a presence over his shoulder, and he flinched slightly, again drawing his hammer towards himself. A mere moment later he calmed himself, blushing madly. “S-sorry, Frau... I am not used to ponies being so... close.” Once he had calmed down, he started to look more closely at the designs she pointed out. The one shaped like a J seemed interesting, though he wondered how it would stand up to any vigorous activities. Her words immediately answered his question, and Martel nodded in understanding. He liked the idea, especially with the light weight and rubberized bottom. It would certainly make it easier for him to travel around, and even with the change in gait, he would stand out less. Most ponies didn’t like his metal hoof smashing their tiles or scraping their wooden floors. ”Wunderbar! If that can be done in 12 hours, then let it be so... I do not mind learning to walk again, I have already done it twice!” he joked, tone of voice faltering slightly, as if he didn’t know why he was joking about such a thing. His eyes widened considerably upon seeing the next design. A pile of metal... with what? He couldn’t tell. Martel had built his first brace, but he didn’t know nearly enough about metalworking to know what was going on. Again she approached he shoulder, and Martel could barely contain another flinch. Quickly, his focus shifted from her movements to her typed words. He scanned her sentences, seemingly growing more and more enthralled with every line. What she proposed seemed so... amazing! Surely this was another fanciful design, this could /never/ be built! ”Frau... Mein Gott..2 weeks for /that/?” Unfortunately, his incredulous tone came across as disappointed. That misunderstanding would eventually be cleared up with his next sentence, following a few tense moments later. ”It would be a miracle! You can actually be building all of that? I... I...” Again he lost his words, eyes wide as he looked around the room with his mouth open. Eventually he faced her, with a very serious look on his eye. Whatever he was going to say next would obviously be of vital importanace. ”Can it be painted Purple?”
  5. Martel took a deep breath, inhaling the vapor of his tea. The scent and warmth made him feel a bit better, and along with the blankets and couch he felt as comfy as he ever had before. This mare had gone out of her way to make him comfortable, and her willingness to help him would not go unrewarded. He already knew what he wanted from her in terms of craftsmareship, and he had no doubts that she was capable. The only concern he had would be whether or not he could have it all done soon enough for him to move on within the next few days. She seemed to be pondering his words, and he took the moment of silence to look her over. Rivet was certainly cute, and her mannerisms made it that much more obvious. The mare seemed capable, and as she typed out her note, he took another sip. Again she made it clear that she would help him, and he nodded in relief. Thank the gods he found a pony willing to assist him on such short notice, there was no way he could’ve afforded to wait any longer. He opened his mouth to speak, but she quickly held up her hoof. Martel smiled at her and took the moment to again sip his tea. When she returned, he was finally able to make his suggestions and requirements made known. She was a technical mare, and hopefully she would understand his words. While he had built his braces, he had no formal engineering knowledge, and his ideas might be a tiny bit difficult to translate. “Danke, Frau. I am needed something strong, /very/ strong. My old brace, as you’ve seen, was crude. A hunk of steel, some springs, and something soft to prevent chafing and blisters where it attaches to my leg. The brace needs to be heavy enough to balance me out when i am using my hammer. I would like, if you are able, to have a lighter one as well. Perhaps with some sort of lighter metal, for use indoors or when I’m not fighting. I hate to dent floors and scratch tiles when I am not on the job.”
  6. The sofa sagged under his weight, but it did of good job of holding him up. Thankfully, Martel seemed just below the recommended weight limit. His laughing didn’t help, the bellow causing him to shake and roll his large frame. But he couldn’t help it, the mare’s laughs and snorts simply adding fuel to the giggling fire. It had been a good long time since he had laughed honestly and earnestly. Too many times he had to offer a wry chuckle, or toss out a half hearted guffaw. Rarely in his line of work was there time to have a nice, simple, laugh. Eventually, the pair of them simmered down. Martel returned his attention to the steaming tea, and he took another sip. He watched with curious eyes as she pondered his question. Once the paper floated into view, he nodded slowly. Very good questions... ”Ever since I built this brace, ponies have been telling me to get it replaced. Something professionally made, they said. I did not want to spend bits on something I could be making myself, of course, so i refused. Now... I do not have a choice.” He took another sip, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the tea. ”I heard many names, the best and brightest engineers and tinkerers in Equestria, Stalliongrad, and Germaney. I got your name from a pony here, she recommended the mare ‘who is locking herself in lighthouse’.” The large stallion laughed loudly, placing the tea cup down on the nearest surface. ”So I am here! In lighthouse with tiny genius! I am sure nopony even knows what part of the world I am in!.” Martel grinned, shaking his head slowly. While he had his doubts and suspicions, meeting Rivet in person dispelled any images of a shut in tinkerer. ”I could have gone to any of the others, but you fit my criteria. Neither of us have heard of eachother. We have no history, no past, and there is no chance that either of us have earned the other’s ire. A tinkerer or blacksmith who is famous has been visited by a Von Starkhuf at one point or another. You don’t know who I am, and I am not knowing you. That is how I prefer things. Last time I went to a big name pony for something, they were quick to sell my location to a high bidder because they knew a Von Starkhuf fetched a high price....” Again he sipped, though the smile faded for a moment. He used his tail to pull his large hammer towards himself protectively. ”There are ponies who are not liking me so much. If they knew that I was in no position to fight back, and they knew where I was...” Martel softened his smile, offering a warm grin to the tiny mare. He had to be fair about all this. If his words had frightened the mare in any way, or had led her to feel unsafe, he had a responsibility to take notice. ” I have been taking great care to get here in secret. I used the storm to hide me, among other things. I would never want to lead trouble to your door, Frau Rivet. You may turn me out, if you think I was not thorough enough. If you think there is even the slightest threat to yourself, I will leave.”
  7. Martel sniffed, the cold and wetness combining to give him a rather queasy feeling. He watched with baited breath as the mare looked him over, with a few blinks he noticed her blush. The mercenary smiled warmly, doing his best to try and present a non-threatening image and keep things calm. The last thing he wanted was the only pony capable of helping him find a reason not to. Another note floated in front of the purple pony, and he read it quickly. Apparently she found it within herself to be even kinder to him. Nodding gratefully, he accepted her offer. He struggled to his hooves, swatting at the magic that helped him. Such things embarrassed him. ”Please, no magic...” he grunted. On the way, he marveled at the sheer amount of machinery surrounding him. How a pony could live in such a small space astounded him. Pipes everywhere, piles of junk scattered about, it all seemed unreal. He simply tried his best to trot on three hooves, leaning so as to try and keep his balance. Martel moved slowly, almost at a snail’s pace, but he eventually made it, collapsing upon the offered couch. It was barely big enough to fit him, the end of his good hind leg dangling slightly over the edge. He had no complaints though, especially not when she was being so kind. The stallion nodded at her note, grateful for her generosity in this respect. Already he felt warmer, more invigorated. Martel wanted to say something, some sort of thanks, but he had barely any time to think before pillows, blankets, and even tea appeared before him! ”Danke, Frau Rivet, you are a very kind soul.” Martel sipped the hot tea, and let out a contented sigh, his large frame sagging as he relaxed. He read her note, chuckling softly to himself before taking another sip. ”Oh? I was thinking this was bed and breakfast, not workshop!” he joked, letting out a deep, warm bellow from deep within his gut. He was in a hurry to have his brace fixed, but he felt himself fascinated with this mare, and didn’t wish to be rude to her. No, he would take his time, and they would do business at her pace. ”If you wish to ask me questions, I believe I am owing you answers.”
  8. Martel watched, perplexed, as the silent mare continued to look him over. Would she help him? Did she even speak Equestrian? "Ah... Verstehen Sie?" Instead of responding, or even acknowledging his words, the mare went to his hind leg. He flinched, instinctively trying to protect his deformed limb. His reaction worsened even more as magic surrounded his leg. Martel gave a weak protest, but became far more occupied with keeping his balance. As she removed the steel hoof, Rivet would notice that in place of a healthy hind leg, there was a deformed stump. With the weight lifted from his leg, the stallion quickly toppled over, shouting in surprise and embarrassment. He must appear so weak and helpless! The idea pained him. Despite her good intentions, he couldn’t help but feel that coming here was a mistake. When Rivet pulled out a toolbox, he tried to see what she was doing, but he couldn’t see much from his position on the floor. Eventually she returned, and it almost seemed like she was reaching out to her side, into empty air. ”Sie ist verrückt? A momentary panic overtook the stallion as he realized that he lay helpless on the floor of a remote building at the mercy of a possibly insane mare.Those fears didn’t last long, as she lifted a hoof as if to say ‘hold on a moment’. ”Ich werde hier bleiben...” he muttered, half joking. Rivet returned quickly, with some strange device accompanying her. Again Martel opened his mouth to speak, but the typewriter sprung to life, and he silenced himself. When she finished, the mercenary sighed happily, offering the best smile he could muster under the circumstances. ”I am Martel Von Starkhuf.... I am dry, I am alive, I need nothing else. Danke.” He tried his best not to complain, already feeling weak enough sans brace without complaining about being on the floor. Sure he was a bit cold, and still fairly wet... But this mare had already been kind enough, and he didn’t feel like asking for anything more than a fixed brace. ”I am needing brace fixed, Ja. If you are wanting to make it better, I have many bits. Enough to pay for anything you can think of. I only ask that you have it done within 3 days.”
  9. The herbs bothered her. Well, of course they did. Vinyl seemed to be the only pony who never grimaced at their stench or made a face when he spoke. Sure, it wasn't the most pleasant sight, Ace knew that. He had orders to take this medicine, and by Celestia, he was going to take it. [colour=#000080]"Look, if this stuff bothers you, I can, uh... I don't know. Doc says I'm never supposed to stop chewing the stuff, except when I'm sleeping, of course."[/colour] The stallion shrugged helplessly, unable to offer any more on the subject. Instead he chose to let her continue, and continue she did. He already sensed her athleticism, and Acclaim's comment about signing for a hoofball resonated with him. [colour=#000080]"Eh, United has enough strikers. Now Hoofington City? You could've helped them out a bit. Couldn't score to save their flanks."[/colour] He took a guess with the striker comment. The Pegasus mare radiated with confidence, and she seemed like the type to take a game over and score when the match was on the line. Things seemed to be improving, despite her discomfort with his medicine. She even seemed to understand his aversion to alcohol. Even better, she seemed interested in his routine. If anything could calm Ace down, it was talking about stunt flying. [colour=#000080]"Not the type? Do I look like a gryphon or something? In my prime, I could out maneuver a lightning boot and fly rings around hurricanes! Nowadays, it's all about speed. Some kid flies towards the ground in a straight line, picks up speed, and then pulls up. Not easy, but it ain't no Canterlot Bunt or cobra maneuver."[/colour] As he spoke, Ace ceased his chewing, apparently swallowing a bit of the gunk. Without a wad of herbs in his mouth, his words came out clearer and the stench dissipated. His enthusiasm seemed to reinvigorate him, a far contrast from the surly and combative stallion from earlier. Ace didn't sense the change, as this is how he usually felt out on patrol or with his men. [colour=#000080]"My routine had most of the basics: turns, banks, spins, loops, all that stuff. But I knew that if I wanted to make the Wonderbolts, I needed something special. When push came to shove, I decided to take a risk. I had to warn the crew beforehoof that I was going to intentionally stall and plummet out of control. Still don't know that name of that dang move, but that's what I went with."[/colour] [colour=#000080]"Of course, it's a risky move for two reasons. Pull up too early and the judges won't be impressed. If you don't pull up in time, your score won't be the biggest concern. And then you have the fact that the crew expects you to pull up, so they won't be diving down to save you! Let me tell you, I should've put that at the beginning of my routine, because after exhausting yourself in the first few minutes, pulling out of a couple thousand foot plummet is not easy!"[/colour] Ace sported a goofy grin, leaning back a tiny bit and taking a gulp of water. [colour=#000080]"I spent my day with the 'bolts, reserved my place at the academy. Heck, they practically gave me a blank check! And that chump on the Wonderbolts now, Soarin? He's got the paychecks, and he's got the fame. But he ain't got one of these. And I wouldn't trade places for the world."[/colour] Ace tapped the pin on his lapel, above his tarnished silver star. He looked towards Acclaim, smiling honestly. He didn't even seem to notice that he'd gone a few minutes without chewing.
  10. He barely managed to gulp, a nervous shake rolling down his spine which culminated in an anxious swipe of his tail. Ace knew he was lucky. She could have easily dragged him to the nearest officer and shoved a disorderly conduct charge down his throat. Somehow, she accepted his apology, and his excuse too. Only somepony blind would have missed the herbs, and Ace always tried to chew them as subtly as possible. Unfortunately, after that little outburst, he found himself with a bit more herbs in his mouth than could be considered polite. [colour=#000080]"If I get like that again, just put me in a sleeper hold. You'll get some peace, and I'll finally catch some rest!"[/colour] he joked, chuckling dryly. Why did he keep pretending like sleep was the issue? He knew it wasn't. It certainly wasn't easy to joke about, but he had to find a way to keep their interaction moving. The last thing he wanted was to create a hostile pony who had orders to follow him around. He used his wing to lift a glass of tonic to his lips, the bitterness of the drink lost in the swamp of medicine already there. She mentioned a town he'd never seen, and something he'd never sampled. Boy, if they didn't find something in common, this could be a lot harder than he first thought. [colour=#000080]"Wouldn't know about that, unfortunately. Never been to Ponyville, and the closest thing to cider I've ever had is Apple Juice. And don't even get me started on Vodka. With everything I hear about it, I'm either missing out, or making a great life decision."[/colour] Ace chuckled again, forcing another gulp of tonic down his throat. [colour=#000080]"I didn't drink in flight school, and I thought it would be a bad move once I joined up. Never had a drop in my life. Alcohol dumbs the senses and gets a pony in trouble. Don't need a chemical keeping me on a leash."[/colour] The sad, sad irony of the comment escaped him completely as he shoved yet another wad of herbs past his teeth. His blue hoof, stained dark green from years of handling the stuff, set the pouch back into his saddlebags. Sensing that something was wrong, he tried quickly to change the subject. [colour=#000080]"Almost had champagne after winning the best young flier's competition, but I wanted to remember the rest of the day."[/colour] A hint of happiness hid within his tone; recalling a happy memory within a ragged tapestry.
  11. Hallelujiah, I have retoined

    1. Kodokuna

      Kodokuna

      Hello somepony I've never met before! :)

    2. Corsair

      Corsair

      Welcome back Bann!

  12. [colour=#000080]"III Order? Didn't think homegrown gave a hoot about ol' Re-uh grunts."[/colour] He couldn't resist a small chuckle, reaching out to grab the offered hoof. Ace shook it hard, with a tight grip. With a tiny sigh, he released her hoof. The soldier couldn't resist giving Acclaim a once over. Lunar guard, obviously. Being around Vinyl and the club scene gave him a rather nice insight into the magical world of body piercings, and he noted that this mare probably sported quite a set when she was off duty. She radiated confidence, and for a moment Ace wished that he could bottle it up for rainy days. Though he'd need a lot, considering how few sunny days he seemed to get. The smile on his lips soon faded, and the chuckled died in the back of his throat. Ace remembered exactly why this mare was here, and why she was supposed to follow him around. He opened his mouth to speak, but paused. A scowl had formed on his lips, and he tried once more to speak. The blue pegasus clamped his mouth shut, and seemed to struggle with something. Instead, Ace reached into his saddlebag, grabbing another hoof full of green, putrid, herbs. After stuffing them into his mouth, he finally got around to speaking. [colour=#000080]"Listen, orders are orders, and you got stuck with me for some dumb 'help the crazy pony' experiment. You can take your orders and shove them up your rump, because I didn't choose to come to this dumb ball, and I sure as heck didn't choose to get shipped off from my men!"[/colour] Ace took a deep breath, eyes screwed shut as he looked to the side, teeth gritted in anger. Without a word he stuffed some more herbs into his mouth, practically forcing himself to calm down by any means necessary. It didn't take a word on Sergeant Acclaim's part to get him going, it seemed. Quickly, the anger subsided, to be replaced by guilt. He never reacted in such a way around his men, and yet two minutes in to a conversation and he's about ready to blow a gasket? The stallion simply shook his head, silently adjusting his lapels before looking back towards the mare. [colour=#000080]"Apologies, seems I... uh... didn't get much sleep on the ride here."[/colour]
  13. Why was he here? While such a question might seem deeply philosophical on the surface, to Ace it meant something far more literal. Why was he here at the REA event party thing? How did a sergeant patroling the mountains get invited to this ritzy event? Probably another scheme by one of the higher ups to get him to 'loosen up'. He had skipped the mingling, choosing instead to sip tonic by himself at one of the many areas where one could acquire drink. Nopony here seemed like a pony worth mingling with, and so he simply didn't bother. The pony assigned to 'help him get acclimated' would be the first he'd speak to all day. Ace wore his usual frown, though he struggled to maintain the expression while chewing on some herbs. After a few years, the act of chewing the stuff became second nature. Some ponies liked to joke that he was addicted to the stuff. Of course, if he was addicted, he'd go into withdrawal or something whenever he wasn't chewing for five minutes. Then again, that hasn't happened yet. He wore a nicely pressed and well maintained uniform, his wings shuffling about as he entered the foyer. The dark blue pegasus sported a few medals, mostly citations for conduct and good attitude. A silver star dangled over his heart, the thing tarnished and not well maintained, like the rest of his dress uniform. Saddlebags rested on his back, the olive drab sacks seemingly empty, though they probably carried the beret he wasn't wearing. A white mane certainly stuck out, though upon closer examination it was obviously dyed. One thing that stuck out about his appearance sat upon his lapel. It was a small, golden wing. To most, it would mix right in with the other adornments and pins. Ask any soldier, and they'd tell you that a pin like that certainly wasn't issued by the REA. Another quick glance around, and he reached into his saddlebag to pull out a small pouch. Out came a hoof full of some foul smelling herbs, and soon he was back to chewing. [colour=#000080]"Come on, Ace, just tell them you're fine, and you just want to sit by yourself and drink water for the whole evening."[/colour] he muttered to himself, ready to grab another hoof full of herbs before a mare appeared behind him. [colour=#DAA520]“Ace High I presume?”[/colour] The blue pegasus blinked, wings jerking back and eyes widening a bit before he calmed himself down. After a deep breath, he offered as good a salute that he could muster under the circumstances. [colour=#000080]"Sergeant Ace High, 3rd brigade, 44th Tactical Aviators Regiment. Reporting for foalsitting operation."[/colour] His tone didn't seem enthused nor amused.
  14. This still going on? Kinda late to the party, but would love to jump in.
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