Thunder Boomer

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Kinda frustrating that all of their answers were "Not for 2011" . . . well DUH. 2011 is half over and they still haven't rolled out most of the stuff they had in production last year.

That's so funny. XD And amazing that she plugged hair into figures that small.

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1. Do you think someone cast the g1 Luna or found a porcelain bait? 2. That Zecora is absolutely amazing. . . and is that ponies for your ponies in the background? XD 3. Totsty Sparkle is absolutely hilarious 4.FIZZY! *Squeels* 5. Look at that flocking! Modgepodge and two different types of glue later, and I still can't get my flocking to stay stuck to the pony. . . Spent all that time making an electrostatic applicator and I can't even put it to good use. [/rant] Plushies. . . Goddamnit NDK, why won't you let me make my plushies for the Arist's Alley?? Those were right there, under Hasbro's NOSE and nobody got sued.

Going to be gone from the 10th-14th. I may have internet, I'm not sure, but I will most likely not be on much.

Really? It works for me every time. Huh. I wonder why. . . Here, I'll just save and upload the image.

This Picture? Does Mudbug not want you to use it or something?

I think a little bit about what her cutie mark represents, and there should be no problem approving this.

The problem I'm seeing with changing her cutie mark is that now her name doesn't make sense. Usually a pony's name and cutie mark reflect each other in some way, but a pill and a flower are two vastly different things.

Thunder Boomer blinked in surprise at the peck and thoughtfully brought his hoof up to the spot she had kissed as he watched Cookie climb into the carriage and shut the door. As the carriage rolled away he smiled and waved at her. Nope. Tonight hadn't been too bad at all. Thunder Boomer watched the carriage until it rolled out of sight before spreading his wings and taking off into the night sky. He was still wearing the wonderbolts uniform, and he wondered now what he was going to do with it. Oh well. He'd think of that later. Thunder Boomer did a loop and put on a burst of speed, disappearing into the darkness. [End]

Thunder Boomer wound between parked carriages and led CookieSweets over the carriage she pointed out. He supposed the night hadn't sucked too much and their little side adventure had kept him entertained at least. It was a shame he hadn't been able to keep good on his promise of drumming up more clients for her shop. CookieSweets didn't seem to mind though, so he supposed it was okay. ". . . if you're ever in Manehatten be sure to stop by my shop and I'll make you a dozen cookies for free." They arrived at the carriage and like a gentleman, he opened the door for her and smiled. "Yeah sure, why not? I'll try and look you up next time I'm out that way." He wasn't sure when he'd ever get out to Manehatten, but life could be funny that way. "Have a good night."

I hope nopony drank this and if so I hope they weren't sick. . . . . ." "Oh dear. . ." The mare seemed to be stealing drinks off the table now. He could tell she was starting to become drunk. Apparently she couldn't hold her alcohol. "Seems like we got here a tad to late huh? All that commotion for a few ponies. You owe me a better date I hope you know that" Thunder Boomer frowned as CookieSweets pointed out the thinning crowd. They had been kept occupied upstairs far too long he supposed. Oh well. The fun part had been sneeking around. Though, he wished they had more time to revel in their victory. "Sure! I'll take you base-jumping next time." What do you do and where have you come from?" Thunder Boomer figured it might be best to follow the crowd and get CookieSweets away from the champagne before she could steal another glass. He really didn't want to try and carry her out. So, he wrapped a wing around her and leisurely guided her toward the exit while he spoke. "C'mon, we better get out of here before somepony realizes we don't belong. . . I grew up in Trottingham, but I mostly wander around. I've never found a steady job that was fun enough to stick with." The pair continued to walk to the front of the castle, chatting all the way. Thunder Boomer figured he owed the mare some small talk, even if he didn't enjoy it. Soon they walked outside and Thunder Boomer paused to look up and admire the bright stars. "Well. Here we are. Which carriage is yours?"

Hmm. . . unfortunately they're in the VIP lounge right now. I was hoping to have them hob-nob there.

Thunder Boomer tossed back the last of his glass of champagne and set the glass on a nearby table. "You're smarter than I thought." Was that a compliment or an insult? Huh. Probably a compliment. "I must admit you're more cunning than I previously believed. You have brains, looks and charm quite hard to come by." Yup. Defiantly a compliment. He didn't get many of those. Peers usually chided him for being an idiot. Then again, she wasn't privy to some of his more dangerous habits. He eyed her as she gulped her first glass of champagne and then proceeded to down another. Daaaamn. Cookie shop huh? That made sense. Couldn't go wrong with cookies. Nice, safe steady job. . .zzzzzzz. . . Thunder Boomer was starting to get bored again. Small talk always bored him. Now that he knew what she did, he wondered about getting her some of those contacts he promised her. Glancing around, he scoured for an opening to talk to some other ponies

Right now Thunder Boomer and CookieSweets are Crashing The Party at the VIP lounge. Thunder Boomer promised CookieSweets some contacts, and so we need a few ponies they can bother for a bit before they get kicked out.

Ponies don't usually have the word "pony" in their name. Mostly because it's redundant. I'd consider shortening his name to simply "Mojo"

I can't believe that worked! Thunder Boomer thought to himself, as he stood around glancing at all the ponies surrounding them. If he was the type to be starstruck it certainly wouldn't be hard. There were a lot of recognizable faces. What else do you have in store for this scheme of yours? "Nothing else. I've been winging it." Thunder Boomer Grinned. "This is the payoff. Better Food, Atmosphere, Better Company," He snagged two glasses of champagne off of a passing waiters tray. "And better drinks. Lets stick to our story though. Which, I must admit, you were a lot better with than I thought you'd be". He passed the second drink to CookieSweets before sampling his own. "Time to hob-nob. You told me you ran your own business, but I don't believe you told me what that was."

Thunder Boomer choked slightly as CookieSweets clung tightly to his neck. 'Here we go.' He croaked as he climbed up on to the window ledge, flared is wings as far as he could manage and jumped out away from the building. They fell for a slight moment, and then he felt the tug of wind on his wings. His wings strained under the extra weight, but it was nothing he couldn't manage. Angling himself, he turned counter clockwise and began a slow, easy spiral to the ground. He didn't want to take it too rough. Most ponies that couldn't fly often freaked out when their hooves left the ground. A minute and several loops later, his hooves gently touched the soft ground with a heavy thud. 'Last stop. Everyone off.' He directed. 'C'mon. Let's get to that party!' He said cheerfully as he headed off around the side of the castle in the direction the VIP lounge was sure to be found. [Continued in: Crashing The Party ]

- [Continued from: Ffffffffff. . . . ] With CookieSweets in tow, Thunder Boomer had made it around the castle to the area the VIP lounge was nestled. The party seemed to be jumpin' and a small line had formed on the red carpet leading up to the roped off area. Acting like he knew what he was doing, the pegasus slid into the end of the line. He was a little nervous about what they were about to do, because it appeared the bouncer was checking names on a list. "If he gives us trouble, act upset." He whispered to CookieSweets. Within a few minutes, it was their turn to enter the VIP section and it seemed it was going to take some finagling to manage it. "Name?" The bouncer asked. Thunder boomer glared at him. "What?" "Sorry sir, we've had trouble with uninvited ponies sneaking into the lounge. We've been told to check everyone now. Thunder Boomer shot him an angry look before glancing over his shoulder at CookieSweets, pulling the bouncer aside and speaking to him in a low tone while talking very quickly. "Look, I know you're just doing your job, but see that hot filly over there? I told her I was first-stringer, but I'm only a third-stringer. If she found that out she'd dump me in a heartbeat. Now, my name's on that list, but if you go digging around for it, it's gonna cause a scene and she's gonna start to ask questions. I'm sure a great guy like yourself understands right?" As he added the last part, Thunder Boomer slipped some bits into the pony's suit pocket and patted it. "Oh, uh, yes. Sorry about the misunderstanding sir." The bouncer said and lifted the rope for them. Thunder Boomer started towards it, but then paused and looked at the bouncer again. "One more thing. There's been this dark green pegasus that has been stalking my date . . a jealous ex or something. It's really upsetting her, and getting on my last nerve. If you see him, will you make sure not to allow him access. I'd appreciate it." Thunder Boomer then turned, and made his way into the VIP lounge. He didn't stop walking until the pair of them were nestled far away from the bouncer's rope.

I'm going to throw this out there. "Starsong" is the name of one of the Core 7 ponies from the G3 line. Core 7 ponies also included Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo, Cheerilee, and Sweetie-Belle. All characters in FiM. Toola-Roola and StarSong are the only two we haven't seen yet. Going on the fact that it's been said we'll see new characters in season 2, it's likely both of those characters will pop up eventually. I'd really recommend either a name change, or if you're set on the name, an appearance change and willingness to change her further if she does become cast/cannon.

((Heh. You're welcome)) Thunder Boomer led Zepher to the door and then shut it behind him. Pressing his ear up against the door, Boomer waited until he heard the ponies hoofsteps fade away. He then rushed across the room to where he had dropped the uniform. Practically throwing his suit off, he wriggled into the uniform as quickly as he could. "Help me with this zipper." He requested as the tugged at the spandex. The uniform seemed to fit his athletic frame perfectly. "The night is going to be over before we can even get to the VIP Lounge!" After the uniform had been successful put on, Thunder Boomer snapped the goggles over his face, completing the ruse. He appeared to look like any other Wonderbolt. He moved over to the window and motioning toward it he said, "I was only joking about going out the window before, but we can't go back down the direction that pony went. He might try to follow us some more." Spreading his wings he added. "Climb on, we'll glide down."

"So wh-what are we going to do about him?" Thunder Boomer honestly didn't know. He'd been winging it this whole time. There wasn't much they could do with him. . . knock him out? Gag him and tie him up? Yeeeaaah. . . wasn't going to fly. Thunder Boomer gave a chuckle as if CookieSweets had said something funny. "Do with him? I'm a member of the Wonderbolts, not the mob. Silly." He gave Zepher a once over. "I'm sure he understands that this was all just a wild misunderstanding." "I think it's best if I leave. And I still don't buy your story." "And I don't buy that you're not a peeping tom. How about we call it even?" He grinned back at the glare Zepher was giving him. "Now if you'll excuse us, you've made us very late and I've got to change so we can get back to the party." Thunder Boomer made a motion as to walk Zepher to the door of the room.

Thanks! And yeah, I did.