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Thunder Boomer

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    Collecting My Little Ponies, Some Anime & Videogames, Arts, Costuming, Particular Comics, Movies, Cartoons . . .
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    Somewhere with rocks >_>
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  1. I'm going to out of town from Sept. 2-12th with little or no internet access.
  2. My apologizes, but my activity is probably going to be scattered at best for the next few weeks. My school schedule, ridiculous work, and compiling stock for an upcoming convention seems to be eating away all my time. I'll try to post when I can.
  3. Thunder Boomer stared inquisitively at the stranger for a moment, wings flared. When the stallion took too long to respond, Boomer turned toward the storm and jumped into the air, flying toward it. He sped forward quite a distance, before turning his head back to see if he was being followed. The blue stallion was still on the ground. Boomer was about to call out to him when he noticed two redish streaks zip by in the distance. He frowned as the streaks turned on the storm, making quick work of it. The storm began to break up and sky began to peek through the split in the clouds as they began to churn away from each other. Thunder Boomer flew slowly back to where he had left the blue pegasus. He didn't seem all that excited that his fun had been ruined before he had another go, but oh well. Things happen. The redish-brown pegisi had beaten him back to the blue stallion and seemed to have been talking to him before Boomer landed. As Boomer hooves touched the ground, he said to the blue pegasus "I guess that second jump just wasn't to be." Addressing the twin pegisi he added, "You guys were sure eager to break that one up weren't ya?"
  4. Well, I was up for trying to use a crimper on her, but the waves created were just too big, so I opted to braid her hair in teeny-tiny braids and then boil-perm her.
  5. Thunder Boomer was grinning from ear-to-ear and pounded his hooves once more as he stood in the rain trying to catch his breath. That had been a really good jump. Really good. Of course, storms like this didn't come around very often. He sat down in the mud and started to replay the action in his head while tapping his hooves happily in the puddled water. "That was reckless, stupid, dangerous, not to mention completely irresponsible.... But it was awesome." Thunder Boomer blinked and looked up as a dark blue pegasus in a clashing uniform landed in front of him. "You saw that huh?" He asked the stranger, briefly looking him over but too high on adrenaline to bother taking in the details. "Are you in to it?" Boomer grabbed his hind hoofs with his fetlocks and rolled back to teeter on his haunches before looking upward and rolling eyes to the clouds. "She'll break up soon, but I bet she's got one more go in her before she dissipates." He jumped to his feet, shook the mud off and opened his wings. "I'm ready if you are." That was it. Thunder Boomer didn't think to introduce himself. Introductions were boring formalities and in a situation like this, he didn't have patience for such things. If this stallion was a friend, then Boomer would learn his name soon enough. If not, well, then it didn't really matter did it? Boomer could only assume that a pegusus out in a storm like this wanted the same thing. Unless, of course, he was a member of a local weather team and had finally caught up. . . naaah. Those guys didn't stand around and chat when there was clouds to be bucked.
  6. Waah! I found Dewdrop Dazzle at Family Dollar today. . . and her body color is PERFECT for a fizzy custom, but her eye indents are the wrong shape to do Fizzy. What to do, what to do?
  7. I have dirty and decapitated ponies all over my house. . . so there's no hiding it from family and friends. I don't hide it, but I don't go around blabbing about it to everyone that will listen or go around making pony references either. Because really, people like that in any fandom bug the hell out of me. Plus, compared to other shows, it's just not as quotable for me as some of the others I've been a fan of. I've bought pony singles, and target $1 merch before and I've never gotten weird looks or comments from the cashier. Honestly, they don't know who I'm buying it for. They don't know it's for me. It could be a niece, a cousin or a daughter. So, I'm not shy about it.
  8. <p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://i1200.photobucket.com/albums/bb328/Thunder-Boomer/ThunderBoomerHeader.jpg" /></p> <p><span style="color: #408000">Thunder Boomer strained his wings as he blasted upward at nearly a 90 degree angle with grim determination. Around him, a black torrent raged. His muscles rippled and clenched and he fought against the onslaught of wind that threatened to blow him off course. His pelt stung as fat drops of rain and hail pounded his hide. *CRACK FOOOOM* Lightning was streaking across the sky rapidly in every direction. Thunder Boomer's heart thudded in his chest and adrenaline surged through his body as he instinctively dodged a bolt, narrowly avoiding it, and climbed ever higher. A broad grin broke out across his face. He was enjoying himself. *BOOM CRACKLE* Another bolt shot past him and he appeared to flirt with it as he dodged it with expert precision. Feeling a rush of excitement he allowed himself to roll twice in the air before catching an updraft and giving his screaming wings slight relief as he powered upward. He had been flying for some time and his breathing had become heavy and strained as he sucked in air that was becoming thin from the altitude. The peak of the cumulonimbus had to be close, he could sense an impending pressure change. Flying this high was dangerous, especially in a storm that was on the verge of becoming a supercell. Thunder Boomer gritted his teeth as his vision blurred. He blinked and shook his head. Biting his lip he willed his wings to flap harder<em>. . . just. . . a . . . little . . . further. . .</em> . . . Thunder Boomer burst though the cloud cover into clear sky and dazzling sunlight. Raindrops sprayed off his wings and sparkled like falling diamonds. He had successfully beaten the storm and emerged on the other side. Thunder Boomer performed a quick loop in celebration and landed on the top of the clouds gasping. He folded his wings and closed his eyes, desperate to catch his breath. He wouldn't though, not up here anyway. He rested in an almost-meditative state, relaxing his muscles and at least slowing his breathing slightly. He stayed in calm serenity for two minutes, three minutes. Before rolling, head forward into the cloud and plummeting, eyes still closed, back into the violent storm. He fell. Quickly, gaining speed. He kept his wings tight at his side and his eyes shut as he dropped like a stone through the dark violence surrounding him. Rain smacked his face as he continued blindly downward. Not knowing how close he was to the ground was part of the thrill. He played chicken with the earth and roulette with the lightning. Fwip! Halfway through his decent he flared his wings open as wide as they would go. They were still angled toward the ground and only served to slow his fall. The turbulence of wind off his wings sliced through the storm like a knife. In time, the result of the disturbance would be the eventual separation of the storm into two smaller, milder ones. Weather or not that was Thunder Boomer's intention was unknown. He continued to fall like this, slicing the air for what seemed like decades. Before he finally felt the tug of the impending ground below.<em> Three. . . two . . . one. . .</em> Thunder Boomer's eyes snapped open and he pulled up mere feet from the ground and shot out across the plains. He glided a far distance before angling his wingtips down and slowing his velocity. When he had reached a safe speed, he dropped lower, tucked into a ball and somersaulted across the ground until he reached a stop. Popping up into an upright position he pounded his hooves on the ground.</span> <span style="color: #0000BF">"Wooooo!"</span></p>
  9. Gonna be out of town from the 6th to the 9th. Even if the hotel has internet, I'll probably be to busy to use it.
  10. For the bandanna I one-offed a little "screen print" of the checker design so that it would be to scale with the pony. It wasn't sewn, just sorta fray-stopped/glued and pressed with an iron. The sock was died with some acrylic paint so it would be the right color, then I stitched the top and bottom with a machine. After I put it on, I went back with a needle and hand-stitched it so it hugged her leg a little better.
  11. I'll play! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlE-GCpcc2Y . . . gawd I hate how ugly the headlights are on my car.
  12. Look at that nice, clean workspace! My customizing stuff is all over the house. XD
  13. Happy Birthday! She sure is cute and I think I spy a BowTie in the background. ^_~
  14. Lucky Italy and your combo packs. XD I've seen Cheerilee and Lilly Blossom at most Wal-Marts in my area and our Target has started to put out the Canterlot stuff. I know a bunch of other people in the US have spotted them as well.
  15. She's a cute character. I wondered at first about her questionable background, but seems since you haven't overstated it and that it was written in to provide some depth to her back story. We just don't want the RPs to become too focused on arguing parents or the topic of adultery. It doesn't seem like that's what you're doing here and a pegasus that doesn't want to fly could make for some good RP. Approved.
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