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Fluttershy was still huddled near Applejack when she was approached by an excited green filly. "Oh my gosh! Your bunny is SO cute! I am just here to watch, but I love animals. Do you know where I can get a pet? I want a hawk. Hawks are cool, don't you think? I think so. I heard that you have lots of animals. Do you have a hawk? or an eagle?! I'm sorry. I got a little carried away, my name is Flourish, Flourish Rain. I hope I didn't intrude on anything." Fluttershy was taken aback for a moment by the filly's rapid speech and questions, but gradually relaxed. She couldn't help but feel a liking for young ponies, especially when they seemed to love animals as well. Angel, in the meantime, had hopped to the top of the pegasus' head, and was preening at being complemented. "W-well, hello Flourish Rain," she said with a small smile. "Angel Bunny, say thank you to Flourish," she prompted the rabbit on her head. Angel gave a theatrical bow down to the filly, eating up the attention he was getting. "Oh, and I love hawks too," Fluttershy continued. "And I have a hawk at my animal shelter! But raptors can sometimes be hard to take care of, I'd have to talk to your parents first, I think." "If you ask me, I thought you did really well, awesome even, that took some real guts, Miss...Fluttershy was it?" Fluttershy was surprised when a white pegasus complemented her. She thought she had seen the stallion talking to Applejack earlier, but she hadn't wanted to interrupt. Though she'd opened up for Flourish, Fluttershy shrank back into herself for this unknown stallion. " Um, thank you," she said in a small voice. "Yes, I'm, um, Fluttershy." "Um, actually Fluttershy, I didn't git to see it. I've been fascinated by the baby snake here." "That'sokApplejackyoudidn'tmissanything..." Fluttershy said in a rush, a little upset that her friend hadn't watched, even though she hadn't really wanted anypony to watch her, really. Since she an Angel had only been the first participants, all the other ponies and animals started being called in rapid order for their own walk past the judges. Fluttershy soon forgot her own bashfulness, becoming more and more giddy watching all the beautiful animals parading past. As the group around Applejack all completed their own passes, she lost all her self consciousness and began buzzing between them, admiring their animal friends. "Aww, she is a cute snake. Her name is Hissyfit? Oh, that's so sweet. Oh, and such a pretty bird! OH! And you have a sparrow!" Finally, Applejack and Winona came back from their own turn. Fluttershy approached the collie and scratched her behind the ears. "You did such a good job Winona!" she told the dog in a cutesy voice. With a burst of courage brought on by her excitement. Fluttershy asked Applejack, "Ok, what happens next?"

I definitely think that an approximate time for character approvals would be good in there. That's one of the most common questions new members ask in the IRC is "How long before my application gets approved?" A link to this tutorial might be good as well: Also, is it written out anywhere that an application might not be reviewed until it is labeled "Final"? It might not fit in the context of this document, but it needs to be shown somewhere where new players would see it. (That is another common question, "Why has no one commented on my app yet?")

Twilight's character in that said that Starswirl was her mentor. Now, this all depends on whether we take the Hearth's Warming story as history or mythology too. Luna implied that she knew Starswirl because she commented on the bells on Twilight's costume. "You even got the bells right." I'm more inclined to think that the Hearth's Warming story was just that, a story. Like doing a play of "A Christmas Carol."

The doors to the Shining Bottlecap Casino in New Appleoosa were flung open by two burly, brown bouncers. The two large ponies were nearly identical, except for the fact that one of the pair was a unicorn. The magical glow from the unicorn's horn enveloped a struggling blue form. With a flick of his head, the unicorn flung his unwilling passenger out of the doors and into the dusty street. "And stay out, ya' feathered looser!" Shouted his earth pony twin. Long Shot rolled ungracefully across the ground for several hooves from the telekinetic throw. Luckily, he'd pulled in his wings in time to prevent then from any real damage, but he had lost a few feathers in the process. He struggled to his hooves, spitting out the unpleasant taste of New Appleoosa dirt before turning to glare back up at the two bouncers. "Yeah?!" he shouted back at them, "Maybe if ya'll's games weren't rigged, somepony might stand a chance o' winnin'!" The bouncers, who had been turning away, spun back to look at him, an unpleasant gleam in both their eyes. Long Shot made a quick assessment of his chances, and decided a retreat was in order. He took to the sky, shooting a last rude gesture at the brown hulks. Broke. Again. The dice had just NOT been kind to him today. Long Shot had been sure his luck would work for him today, after how well his last job had gone. But now, all his caps from that last mercenary job were in the hooves of some greedy casino boss. Blasted dice... were probably loaded, or some unicorn had messed with them, he thought, trying to place the blame anywhere but on himself. He glared back at the half-standing building that housed the Shining Bottlecap. Ha, Shining my flank. Rusting pile of scrap, he thought bitterly. Long Shot consoled himself that at least he hadn't lost everything. He'd learned the hard way to not take all of his possessions with him when he was gambling in case his luck ran cold, like it had today. He had his saddlebags and weapons stashed away. One of the advantages of being a pegasus in a Wasteland full of earth ponies and unicorns was that hardly anypony bothered to look up. He landed atop a rickety dwelling made out of railroad freight cars where he had dropped his belongings that morning. He nosed into his bags and found a hoof-full of caps; not even enough for a meal in this ramshackle town. Sighing, he shrugged his bags back into place in front of his wings, strapped his pistol to one side within easy reach of his mouth, then picked up his prized possession. "Well, Daisy," the pegasus said addressing the shining steel of his Ironshod Firearms P-63 rifle, "Looks like we're gonna be moving on sooner than I thought. Mebbie we can pick up some work in Manehatten." The pegasus slung the rifle securely across his back, where it wouldn't interfere with his wings. He adjusted the patch over his useless left eye, then took to the air again.

I have a sudden desire to app a teleporting pony named "Scotty"

Welcome back Brawler Teh_Brawler was our first Prince Blueblood, when we didn't even know Blueblood's name. Of course, the character ended up very very different. http://www.canterlot...-orion-cavalus/

Sean Connery as a wise old Dragon (Homage to his role in Dragonheart)

"You know what? I should just leave you in here to rot. I'm sure Sergeant Bonfire wouldn't object, seeing as you made a laughing stock of his guards!" Bonfire nodded towards the senior NCO. "Oh, definitely, Master Sergeant," he said, in a slightly oily voice. "I think Private Tick should stay for a while. I'm sure Captain Shining Armor would love to meet him. You might have heard of him, Private? Head of Palace security? Married to a Princess? Blasted an ENTIRE ARMY of changelings out of Canterlot?" Captain Shining Armor was nearly legendary among the young recruits now, particularly the unicorns, after repelling the changeling attack. Yes, it had been he and Princess Cadance together who had cast the shield bubble, but it couldn't hurt to inflate his reputation with this colt. Things had been tense in the Guard since the changeling attack. Security had remained at a heightened level, even after the shield had gone back up and the wedding had completed. That Tick had chosen now to try to infiltrate the palace didn't make him seem all that bright to Bonfire, but the colt had succeeded, somehow. Bonfire turned back to the private, the grin slipping off his face once again. "Unless, Private," he growled at the colt, "You tell us, right here and now, how the HAY you got into my palace without being seen by ANYPONY!"

Snips lay in the mud, trying to regain his energy. Today had been a bit of a rollercoaster ride; First it had just been him an' Snails hanging out. Then there'd been the fillies that wanted to join them, Diamond Tiara, Rainbow Dash, the competition, the bees... Snips just felt like lying there until things calmed down just a bit. He watched as Snails pulled himself out of the water. He seemed to have fared better at from the unwanted attention of the bees, but he'd gotten a few stings. What really drew his attention though was the plant stuck on his friend's horn. It looks like some kind of flat. green hat. Despite himself, he started laughing. "Snails, you plannin' on growing a garden on yer horn?" he teased. "Oh my gosthh Sthnipsth are you okay?" Snips looked up at Twist as she galloped over. His giggles trailed off into a groan as his multiple stings reminded him of their presence. "I think I'm OK Twist," he said to the filly. Snips tried to get his hooves back underneath him, wincing. "I just hope I don't have to shave my coat... again... to get these looked at." "E-yuh, I'm okay, ah think. Did anypony else see a flash or streak before 'th nest fell on Snips? What was that?" That got Snips up and moving. "You saw it too?" he asked, eagerly. "I swear I saw somepony flying away!" Snips began scanning the edge of the field carefully, trying to spot any other ponies out there. "I don't think we're alone out here..." he announced, melodramatically.

Minor updates on Sunday. Will finish this up this weekend if not earlier.

Topaz galloped after the smaller pony. Each impact of her hooves send back a little burst of information about the ground around the barn and cellar. The situation was not good, but they should have time to do something before it got any worse. "Topaz 'Ah'm goin ta need yer help if'n 'Ah'm gunna get this fixed right quick." Apple Bumpkin sounded scared, of course, and was looking to her for help. "We need building materials," Topaz said, thinking quickly. "Lumber, bricks, logs, something to shore up the weak points before the ceiling caves in." Topaz felt another pony approaching them as she gave directions. "Hello there, my name is Caramel Apple, owner of Tiny Apple Valley. How may I help you?" The mare was yellow, taller than Apple Bumpkin; presumably the sister Bumpkin had run off to meet earlier. "Topaz Tremor, geologist." Topaz snapped off in a quick greeting, not taking the proffered hoof. "Forgive my abruptness, Miss Apple, but I fear your storage cellar is near to collapsing. We need materials to shore it up from the inside. What do you have that we could use?"

Still in progress, working on it some tonight and this weekend.

The only part I'd change is the bit about Cadence being an exchange student. That would be a detail you'd have to work out with whomever gets the part of Cadence, whether they want that in her background. Otherwise, I love this app.

Roleplay Type: Crossover: Fallout: Equestria Name: Long Shot Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Pegasus Eye Color: Right eye Ice Blue, left eye gone Coat Color: Dark Blue Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Mane and tail are yellow, but often died black or camouflaged. Kept cut short. Physique: Tall and skinny (hard to eat well when you're broke most of the time) Cutie Mark: A rifle shell standing between two die showing 3 and 4 Origin/Residence: Originally from Hoofington, now a drifter. Occupation: Sniper / gambler Motivation: Long Shot will do almost anything for caps. He's not above assassinations, and he's even worked for raiders in the past (most of the time at a loss). He spends most of his time in casinos and/or looking for work. The thing he won't do is work for slavers. Likes: Caps, gambling, caps, guns, and caps. Dislikes: Slavers, being broke, radroaches, Enclave, being called a Da****e. S.P.E.C.I.A.L Strength: 6 Perception: 7 Endurance: 4 Charisma: 4 Intelligence: 5 Agility: 8 Luck: 7 Skills Firearms: 100% Stealth: 90% Explosives: 30% Lockpicking: 25% Repair: 62% Speech: 35% Barter: 35% Science: 40% Medicine: 20% Unarmed: 15% Melee: 15% Perks (Individual) Friend of the Night: Your eyes, err, eye adapts quickly to low-light conditions. Rapid Reload: All of your weapon reloads are 25% faster than normal. Entomologist: You do an additional 50% damage every time you attack a mutated insect. Fortune Finder: Considerably more bottle caps will be found in stockpiles. Sniper: 25% more likely to hit the target's head in V.A.T.S. Perks (Party) Regular Maintenance: The condition of weapons and armor decays 50% slower Character Summary: Long Shot is one of the few pegasi living in the Wasteland, but he does not count himself as a 'Da****e.' Long Shot's grandsire was an Enclave politician who fled with his family when his policies became too unpopular with the Enclave high command. Long Shot spent much of his young life in Hoofington, not far from the Enclave settlement of Thunderhead. His grandsire foolishly hoped that someday the family could return to the skies, but other than some minor assistance from his old supporters, they never had any contact with other pegusii. After his grandsire's death, Long Shot's family lost even the tiny bit of help they'd had from Thunderhead and had to move on. Being relatively sheltered, the family was not accustomed to the reality of the Wasteland and were set upon by slavers. In the ensuing fight, Long Shot's mother was killed, and he lost his left eye. Injured, and running out of ammunition, Long Shot picked up a rifle and got an extremely lucky kill-shot on the slaver leader that dispersed the attack, and earned him his cutie mark. As Long Shot grew older, he fell in love with games of chance, and became a fixture in the casinos run by the various factions around Hoofington. His luck, however, seemed to run in streaks: When he won, he won big, but when he lost, he lost even bigger. After one particularly terrible day at the tables, it was, ah, 'strongly suggested' that he get out of Hoofington if he wanted to keep his wings. Since then, he's been roaming the various settlements in the Wasteland, hiring out his services to the highest bidder, then mostly gambling away his earnings.

Bonfire, who had been standing back a bit, moved forward so the recruit could see him in his full Guard armor. The armor itself was difficult to maintain, impractical, and would be only the barest minimum of protection in an actual fight, but it did command attention. "Private, do you know what you've done here?" Bonfire asked him in a low voice. Tick looked back, his eyes getting even wider, if that was possible. "Sir! This Recruit..." Bonfire cut off the colt's explanation, but maintained his low, calm tone of voice. "You've broken the security of the Royal Palace. You've indirectly put our Princesses in danger by bypassing that security. You've put your own career in jeopardy for a foalish legend. But mostly, you've made highly-trained Royal Guardsponys look like idiots. When the Guards under me look like idiots, it makes me look like an idiot." Now Bonfire let some of his anger creep into his voice. "I do NOT like being made to look STUPID Private." Bonfire leaned forward toward the bars and into Tick's face. Then he really let him have it. "Do I look stupid to you, Private!?" he roared. "Do you think you can make me into a joke? Because I am NOT laughing!"

Bonfire unceremoniously dumped the water over the filly, snuffing out her flaming aura. "That is what I'm talking about," he said, unsympathetically. "If a little scare makes you burst into flame, what else could happen? You need control of yourself before you can ever think of controlling your magic." With a brief application of heat he dried the majority of the water out of the filly's coat and mane. He then brought the focus flame back into existence. "Now, again. Focus. You control emotions, they do not control you..." ((We can probably assume a couple more failures in there, so we don't have to keep dumping water on her ))

From Fluttershy's vantage point high on Bruce the Bear's shoulder, she noticed numerous animals still gathered around her cottage. Curious, she left the bear to his tree-shaking duties and flew over to the gathering. That was when she noticed the pair of ponies that had arrived, laden with food. The animals were massing around the hooves of the two ponies. Making it difficult for them to walk. Fluttershy descended into the the furry swarm. "Now now, all of you give these ponies some space!" she chided. "You'll all get your share!" As the animals backed off, Fluttershy looked shyly at the mare and stallion who had brought the food. "Oh, um, thank you for getting more food for the animals. They are so hungry when they first wake up."

My problem is actually the opposite: I've read and loved the fics, but have never actually played Fallout. (not very big into First-person Shooters.) So, I can build a character, but have no idea how to put stats together like Imagination did, or if we really need that. Some of the fics use the perks and stats a lot while others just toss them at the end of a chapter for fun.

"What is it Sugar Cube, what is wrong? Are you ok, you are not hurt are you?" "Oh, no no, I'm fine, Miss Apple," Topaz replied, an urgent tone in her voice, "But I believe your cellar is very near collapsing! There seems to be a subsidence from rain water in the south east corner that has undermined your supports. The remaining beams are bearing too much of the load, and if the cellar collapses, it could cascade into a failure of the foundation of your barn and..." Topaz stopped for a moment, and decided to simplify her message. "If we don't do something quickly, your storage cellar could collapse, and take your barn with it!"

Bonfire quickly rolled through the scroll again, looking more closely at the details. "Actually, looks like the helm was damaged before he got there. Whole suit was in for repairs from somepony ELSE being stupid," he clarified. "Anyway, Master Sergeant, if you'll come with me, I'll take you down to the holding cells." Bonfire led the way to a secluded door at the base of one of the palace's towers. Inside, a staircase spiraled up and down from the entrance. Taking the downward path, the pair descended for a couple of flights before reaching the guard station. Bonfire nodded a greeting to the guard on duty there, and moved toward a wooden door with a barred window. The unicorn paused then, turning back to the earth pony. "Just as a warning, the cells down here are shielded against magic, so it might feel a little... odd, even to an earth pony." Bonfire pushed open the door and walked past the invisible barrier. He instantly felt like he'd been dowsed with ice water, like his internal 'flame' had gone out. He hated it down here, and it did nothing to improve his mood. The recruit was a unicorn too, and he'd been down here for a few hours at least. Between two NCOs and being cut off from his magic, this kid ought to talk rather easily...

"Ok. I think I've calmed enough. I think I removed my extra emotions. What's next?" Bonfire smirked a little. Now was the time for the first of his little "surprises" for Fire Heart. He was very doubtful that she'd be able to control her emotional state that quickly. With a brief flicker of magic, he lit a string of firecrackers concealed under a rock near the filly's hooves. He then levitated one of the water buckets and waited...

"Umm, Fluttershy darling? I'm sure Bruce here is a wonderful, well-mannered gentleman of a bear who didn't mean a thing by the earlier incident.. But don't you think it's a teensy bit much to bring him back out here to work alongside these ponies? You know, considering the trauma that might have stemmed from what earlier transpired?" Fluttershy winced a bit. She knew that some of her animal friends were scary to other ponies. She tried to picture Bruce as the others might see him, but in her mind she just kept seeing a little bear cub who'd gotten a little too curious about a bee hive. The pegasus dropped to the ground near her friend. "Oh, but Rarity, he just wants to help out!" she protested. "He feels very sorry about what happened earlier, and..." "Oh, its alright! It was all an accident, it wasn't his fault for what happened. Please, I'm sure he's feeling very guilty and wants to help!" Cheerilee added. Fluttershy then saw the skinny yellow colt from earlier. He'd spotted Bruce, and started bolting. "Timid! Wait!" Fluttershy called out, but it was too late. Timid had run head-long into the stand Berry Punch had set up. He fell to the ground, spilling the contents of the stand over himself. Fluttershy flew over the the stricken colt, but Cheerilee was faster. "Please, go get me some ice and a towel or rag to wrap them in? And a blanket if you can find it." she called out. A pegasus stallion Fluttershy didn't recognize flew off and came back with the requested supplies. Meanwhile Boney, Timid's dog limped up and began crying next to his friend. He was still wrapped in bandages from his earlier encounter with Bruce. "Oh, don't cry Boney!" Fluttershy told the dog, petting him soothingly. "Timid will will be OK!" Bruce lumbered up behind Fluttershy, curiously sniffing at the downed colt, who was now covered in a strange mixture of beverages. "Um Bruce?" Fluttershy said to the big bruin, "Maybe we should, um, go to the other side of the grove..."

A huge mass of muscle covered in brown fur padded up to a grove of trees that were still snow-covered. Many ponies steered clear of the massive creature as he approached, unsure of his intentions. The bear ignored the little ponies, intent on his goal. He approached a tree that already had wagons parked below it, the ponies there scattering. The bear heaved himself up onto his hind paws, wrapping his clawed forepaws around the trunk of the tree. "Now, just like we talked about, Bruce," a small voice suddenly said from the bear's shoulder. Fluttershy rode atop Bruce the bear like a pony driving a bulldozer. Bruce had the strength they needed to get this job done quickly, but Fluttershy needed to guide the big bruin and show him where to go. Bruce flexed his muscles... and pulled the tree out right by the roots. He then proceeded to shake the snow out of the branches into the wagons. "Oh no! Not like that!" Fluttershy called out. "You put that poor tree back!" Bruce grunted, then stood the tree back up in the hole he had created. The tree tilted off to one side as the bear released it. “Bear! I’m sorry for waking you so badly!” Fluttershy looked over Bruce's shoulder and saw Cheerilee on the ground. The teacher looked a little unsteady on her hooves, but otherwise seemed none the worse for being knocked out earlier. Bruce lumbered up to the teacher pony and growled something. "Oh, Bruce says he's sorry too, Cheerilee," Fluttershy translated, "He didn't mean to, um, bonk you on the head earlier."

I have Meijer right down the street, and that is how I got my original 4 "blind-bag" style ponies back during the summer. And yes, the 4-pack and the 16 pack are just the small blind-bag style in different packaging. The larger set is the larger pony bodies with molded hair, as seen here. Now, the actual blind bag ponies are in Walmart and Toys R Us. You can tell them apart on the packages from a number stamped at the top on the back flap. 1-6 are the mane 6, any others are re-colors. I have almost 2 full sets of the mane 6 (son has his own set now) just missing a second Rainbow Dash. I have two Pinkies, a Rarity, and an AJ un-opened in case anypony needed them to complete a set. I've been to 2 Toys R Us and found blind bags at each in past couple weeks.