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Valen considered Sunrise's questions respectfully for more than a moment, not sure how to respond. Was she flying too carelessly? Probably not. He wasn't a pegasus, but he didn't think they were bucking up and down wildly. His feeling of not having any control likely was about her size- he was just used to bigger, was all. She flew confidently, swiftly, and with control- no, she was anything other than careless. He was just being a scaredy pony. They landed smoothly, his concerns momentarily put to ease. She let him off gently and was happy to have solid ground beneath him, though it did bring back to his mind the fact his bidy felt like a pile of wet jelly. "No, you thlew revy thell." He said through his chirped tooth, sounding like a newborn foal from Germaney outside her office.

I apologize. I got too carried away, I did. All tiny little edits for spelling and whatnot are finished.

Excited for the Prison, as if we go there that means The Governor isn't far behind and that's where the comics got really darn good.

Lots of excellent choices, all around.

Name : Pathfinder Gender : Female Gender preference : Whatever, not important Location : Everywhere- I travel all the time, though I do have a 'home' in Cloudsdale. Age : Young Mare Species : Pegasus Species preference (Optional) : Whatever, not important Cutie-Mark (Optional) : Rope around a globe How would you describe yourself, physically? I'm extremely fit, a little on the smaller side, but very striking. Ever see Daring Do? Like her! How would you describe your personality? I love adventure and excitement. I'm nice, and I'm willing to try anything. What things in life are important to you? Drive! You have to have this inner fire that will never die, propelling you across the world both literally and figuratively. What's your idea of the ideal first date? I'm up for anything as long as it involves us doing something exciting. What are you looking for? Excitement! You've gotta be able to both keep up with me and be willing to take risks. Show me you love me by taking an arrow to the wing, just like I did for a friend! Anything else you think we should know? I am a full time adventure with a lot of hospital debt. I would write more, but I'm caught in the web of a giant spider.

That offer for pie sent his tiny little heart racing a hundred miles an hour. He loved apple pie. Who didn't love apple pie? Whoever didn't love apple pie wasn't a friend of his, that was for sure. It was delicious and crackling with goodness, delicious moist goodness. He wondered if the- - he wondered no more about pie when Sunrise took the muzzle off. In that split second, he may as well have fallen in love with the dentist. For once today instead of being forced against his will to do something or feeling as though he was a rag doll, someone was releasing him from something. The sheer fact he could feel the blood running to his snout like a flood meant something was right. Between that and the thought of pie, his world was already looking up when he was tossed on Sunrise's back and she took off. He had experienced the joys of Pegasus provided flight several times, and each time was different. He was used to the strong, broad wings of the trained types, feeling as though he could lay across them and not fear for anything as they powered their way through the windy mannerisms of Manehattan. This was unlike those times, her body and wingspan no comparison nor as strong a flier. Yet, she still powered through the Ponyville air towards her clinic with ease, as befitting a Pegasus, though valen clutched her tighter than he had clutched no one else aside from his mother. Sunrise started laughing and having fun, the infectious manner of her chuckle easing into Valen as well, his body giving out a rather meek and nervous laugh. She was good with foals and it showed, her gentle, jovial attitude playing well against him. Valen was sure he'd have more fun if he was clinging to her, had a tooth that he didn't want to feel air against, and generally had any muscle control left. He felt like a wet dish cloth against the wind, a fact that didn't sit well with him. was air drying in the cold the best way to catch a cold, or just one of the best? Valen counted his blessings. Sunrise was probably a good dentist and she seemed awfully kind. Applejack, for all of her ignorance, was kind. Granny Smith was nice. Apple pie was waiting. He had a beautiful, comfortable comforter and some stunning clothing, and Ponyville's air was fresh. Smile grew wide, though covered in Sunrise's coat. As they flew in close to the clinic, his frazzled nerves collected around the belief that, yes, there was something to be salvaged from this day.

1. Sure, stay in Equestria. I am assuming I can bring wife and child. 2. Ponies. 3. I'm an Earth pony, Wife's a unicorn, baby will be Earth. 4. Ponyville. 5. Twilight. 6. I'm set 7. Construction 8. Welding Gun 9. Yes.

There were so many specks on the wall, such a veritable army that she had lost count, started counting again, and then lost count. Her imagination had given them names and rank and they did battle with the overwhelming forces of the white wall around them. It was far less exciting that she could make it, even with her amazingly creative mind. Of course, it was all busywork. Not only to keep her sane in the hospital, but to take time off from counting the seconds to the new Daring Do book. Two days, all that was left, two days. Two days. Two days to high adventure! Two days to excitement and danger! The Mystery of the Manehattan Minute had been a stunning success and while it was true this new book was not staring Daring Do- rather, it starred Bravado, Daring Do's hunky rival and love interest- it was such an important read and thepreviewwassogoodohmycelestiawhyisn'titherenow- - darnit! She had been doing so well! She bit her lip, wanting to pass out until the day it was released- but first, she would need to get out, and that meant...something. Could she just walk out? Naw! Of course not. Not only was that too simple, but the doctors would probably demand she rest and heal. What good was the body if the soul would never heal from the wound of not being there the day of rel- "Hey, Pathfinder. My uncle dropped a Daring Do book into my box. Not sure if it is new or not. You interested?” Rain Leaf asked kindly, tossing the work over to Pathfinder. She had a mini-heart attack before she looked at the cover. "'Daring-Do and the Synergy of the Saxon Staff'? Not new, but definitely one of the more unusual books! And freshly printed? Ooooh, this must be the THIRD printing! I have a signed first edition, a signed first edition paperback, and a pristine second edition as well! I wonder if my third edition copy is waiting for me at home?" Pathfinder starts excitedly, sniffing the book. "New book smell! You can always tell a new print, because the heat of the print is still somewhat present. See how the pages are still warm? So cool! I love new books, d you? Daring Do has a new book coming out in just two days and I'm dying to get it! this is cool too, thanks Leafy!" She squeeled with joy, plopping back into her cot to read it. Yeah, she knew it back to front and even had an older copy with her, but a hardcover new printing was deliciously different from her older, signed first edition paperback. She read aloud, talking about the mystery of the Saxon Staff and all of its various myhtholigical references, using a blend of some historical fact and weaving a complex fiction. She squealed when it was revealed that it was not a narrator, but a somewhat aging Daring Do in an auditorium, holding it in hand. "'And this,' Daring Do said with a smile, twirling the priceless staff effortlessly, white-stricken administrators covering their faces in horror as the greatest of disasters flashed before their eyes, "'is how I retrieved it and saved Equestria.'" She gave another squeal. It was such a fun adventure, though it had unusual parts in it and at least a few questionable canon flaws, but nonetheless, it was a high-octane adventure. Pathfinder continued reading, the story flowing partially from memory. It started, and ended, with the Iris of Immortality, an ancient ruin, and a Staff with ill-repute...

Rainbow Dash is the person who stole the book that has gotten pathfinder into such a tizzy. (Though stole is perhaps the wrong word, more like breaking and entering in a bookstore and borrowing a copy so she could be the first to read it and then try to return it before anyone notices, though obviously she failed) That was the basic idea with Dusky Wings, anyway.

"Fleet Paw. Sorry about crashing in to you." It figured that the Cynogriff would have such a name. Valen had met very few of them, but was aware of them enough to know that they were entirely too likely to have slightly militaristic names. He wasn't going to hold that against him, nor the crash; he seemed nice enough, and he was entirely correct about needing everyone to get acquanted with one another. But first, the pegasus. He had both crashed and was snoring, which led Valen to believe he had fallen asleep while flying. That wasn't right, not at all, and Valen wasted no time as he approached the colt and gently nudged him. That oughta do the trick- not wake up during a crash, wake up when nudged. "Pegasus...err, wake up, please?" He asked kindly, more befuddled than anything. He half-turned to the others. "The name is Valen Orange, pleasure to meet you all." ---------------------------------- Chuga chuga chuga chuga chuga chooo choooooooo! It was a fairly accurate term to use for the train as it rolled on by the group, decorated as it was in many of the fair's great colors, the traveling troupe within ready to burst forth and entertain all the foals and fillies, colts and the stallions with the hearts and imagination of colts they could find. It slowed down and down until, with one thunderous cathunk, it was at a dead stop.

This will be a very long running RP, never, ever too late! Just make sure to read the first post in this thread. What is your idea?

Apple Bloom shook herself, water flying off of her in near comical amounts as she started bopping her head with a hoof to the side. She gave a nervous smile as she looked back at Applejack. "Well ya see sis, I was takin' the chickin' to their coop like ya said, t'en ah noticed that one of the little chicks missin'. I followed the smallest little tracks ya ever did see and found this here chick was al' wanderin' about all lost like." She says with a sense of pride, the tiny little chick poking its out from Apple Bloom's drenched mane. "I knew i'was ours, so I started leadin' her back home and decided ta call 'er Marebeline, like that make-up that Sweetie Belle got from Rarity, on account of her little dots under 'er eyes. Anywho, ah was takin' her back but she didn't wanna come back just yet and was jumpin' and leapin' away. I decided ta follow her and see if chickin' escortin' was mah special talent, but it isn't. It started rainin' and we were near tha river and all, and ah thought that maybe ah could try rafting. That wasn't mah special talent neither! We swam back to shore and walked home. It was tons of fun!" Apple Bloom finished as she cantered up to the table for supper, still wet. Marebeline chirped in her hair, and Apple Bloom beamed. "I'm gonna let 'er sleep in mah room tonight!"

Name: Apple Bloom Sex: Female Age: Filly Species: Earth Pony Pelt Color: Light, almost pale yellow. Mane/Tail Color & Style: A bright, apple-shined red mane paired off with her extra-long and striking mane held out of her face by a large pink bow that ties it down atop her mane. Eye Color: Luminous, vivid amber eyes. Cutie Mark: None, which is the cause of the greatest(and perhaps cutest) wailing this side of Equestria. Physique: Extremely fit and healthy for her age owing to a near lifetime of labor at Sweet Apple Acres accentuated by the Apple Family's large, but healthy meals. Residence: Sweet Apple Acres Occupation: Student, though that is secondary in her mind to the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Motivation: The search for her Cutie Mark is perhaps the single most overwhelming motivation, but it is likely truly secondary to helping her family and friends. Likes: Crusadin', Kung-Fu, Fixing stuff, the farm, her family, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, most ponies she ever meets, Cutie Marks, Apples, Discussions about Crusading, Cutie Mark Crusader Sleepovers, her hoof-built by Applejack clubhouse, Planning Crusades for the Cutie Mark Crusaders in after discussions about crusading in the Cutie Mark Crusader Clubhouse. Dislikes: Being made to feel like she ain't a big pony when she very clearly is a big pony, mean well-to-do ponies, not finding her cutie mark, repairing damage after a crusade has failed, getting in trouble after a crusade has failed, getting in trouble for starting a new crusader before repairing the damage from her previous failed crusade. History: Apple Bloom's birth was marked by great elation, another filly added to a loving fold. Born in the season of spring where all things are as beautiful as the little filly would turn out to be in both body and spirit, her name came about as her mother looked out over the vastness of the orchard and saw both tree and flower in bloom. Growing up under the care of her siblings and grandmother worked out rather well for the filly. Hardworking farm ponies the whole lot of them, they instilled in her a sense of loyalty and dedication to getting the job done that few others could have. Of course, the hardest part is getting her to choose the same job they have since her excitable hooves are always itching to satisfy the rapid-fired commands of her amped up, excited, yearning-for-adventure filly soul. Just as often as this ends with her heading off to join her friends, this ends up with her not paying attention to her work and getting beaned in the face with an apple. She was homeschooled by Granny Smith for the earliest part of her schooling years, but eventually even Apple Bloom started to wonder why her lessons trailed off into apple harvesting discussions every time and she was enrolled in public school. Her hardworking demeanor, ability to listen, and earnestness resulted in excellent grades. She would gather a small cadre of friends and for a while everything was turning up apples. However, as her friends started to get their cutie marks and drift away, she became somewhat isolated and more focused on her on blank flank, her schoolwork suffering as a result. This came to a head when her last close friend in class, Twist, received her cutie mark, leaving her alone amongst her classmates. While she had learned this was common for members of fine Apple stock, it did little to help her. After several failed attempts to get her mark, she made the decision not to attend Diamond Tiara's party, only to walk in to it anyway. (She isn't very good with directions, truth be told) While she expected the party to be a disaster, it instead turned into a pivot for her life. She met Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, two other blank flanks, and they would form the Cutie mark Crusaders. After this meeting, the trio would become nigh inseparable, and it became apparent to everypony in town that they were not just partners in an adventure, but truly best friends. Their search for their cutie marks has come to define them, but that tells little of who they are. Apple Bloom can be blunt and would dearly like to emulate her older sister in the realm of honesty, but her earnest desire to do good and make ponies happy will see her lie through her teeth if she thinks it will be for the best. More often than not, this results in a lie to cover up a lie until the lies become crossed and she finds it impossible to go further. She is in many ways more street smart than her friends, but this comes right up against her own curious, excitable nature that will see her discard warnings almost as quickly as she receives them. She works hard and sees no reason to sit still when you could be cantering about trying to find your cutie mark, but will often direct that work into some sort of sillyness that doesn't do much to aid her. She has great skill with tools, being able to build props and repair things with the adeptness of a tradesman many years her elder. However, she doesn't find much about it exciting, and considers it just another facet of work. This creates no end of consternation to those around her, who want to beat her over the head and tell her exactly what her cutie mark is. She has a brave and outgoing nature, but feels as though she has never truly faced something frightening alone. She wants to test herself someday and see if she really is a big pony like her bother and sister, or if she's just some little filly. She gets along well with Zecora, being the first pony to toss out her hoof in friendship. She is obviously dearly devoted to her family, wishing to emulate her sister in all the ways that don't conflict with the need to see that everypony is happy all the time. In other words that whole honesty bit is a little hard to emulate. She has started rebounding in school, her natural desire to root out answers, hardworking demeanor, and ability to listen to her teacher giving her the natural ability to excel. If she were to apply herself fully to her classwork instead of having her mind bounce around questions regarding the cutie mark crusaders and the apple harvest, she may very well become an exceptional student. Tragic that there is finite space in the mind of a filly, and Apple Bloom has yet to devote the space and effort needed to establish herself as one of Ponyville's best and brightest. Instead, her farm mannerisms and at times disappointing grades reflect poorly on the nature of Apple Bloom's intelligence. It doesn't help that her curious and excitable personality can result in foolish and impulsive actions. She is the de-facto leader of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, though she would never say so and they are about as democratic an institution as possible. From the clubhouse on Sweet Apple Acres, she helps plan and plot not only the crusades that are their namesake, but any manner of tomfillery suited for them. To describe her day as busy would be a gross understatement: From dawn until dusk, she is at school, completing chores, and around her Cutie Mark Crusader friends. Some wonder how one little filly can do so much. Apple Bloom wonders why others do so little!

Mkays. I was pretty sure someone was ahead of me/hadn't posted, but I think we need to kickstart this. I'll be posting. People can feel free to have their ponies pick up the coinage I have been leaving in a trail, and the train will be arriving.

Who is in front of me? I know I am waiting on just one person

Understood! What characters would you want to involve in the long haul?

Gimme your suggestions!

Okay, Doc is back and on a roll, the RP is alive and kickin'. Any takers on the offer of Canterlot?

Within moments of his exclamation and realization that the soup was not for him that day, Valen got the attention for his battle-wounds that he deserved. The dentist, Sunrise Wisp, quickly took control of the situation and didn't seem to waste much time in diagnosing him with a chipped tooth. lucky that these folks weren't like the ponies back in Manehattan; that diagnosis would have taken five trips and at least a hundred bits to get. She asked Applejack about what had happened, and as the farm pony responded, that sympathy fire that was once stoked for her burned slightly again. She was just being herself, being a simple little farm pony doing farm pony things on a farm far removed from proper behavior. He finally realized why so much of the day had been so difficult; She had thought he was having fun the whole time. It struck him cold how unaware she was of the dozens, if not hundreds, of tiny little wounds he would carry from muscles that were likely at the point of breaking down to the many pecking sores. Plus, his mouth still tasted like trough. But she welled up and he felt bad for her, though it was matched by how angry he was at his treatment. The two canceled each other out and he settled on focusing on his pain, rubbing his cheek as he did so. When Gerty spoke in an effort to calm Applejack down, his first thought was to take offense at him being called fragile. He wasn't fragile! He was cultured. A large difference existed. Then he heard about her own accidents and felt a twinge of pity for her as well, since hitting your head so often that you have adapted to it is as horrifying a thought as it is a wonderful development to have. It may have worked on Applejack, however, and Valen decided to shelve momentarily his own pain and anger to soothe the heart of the kind-hearted, if excessively physical and borderline crazy, mare. "Itth okay Applethack Thunrith will-" He began, bravely marching towards forgiveness before Granny Smith silenced him with what was effectively a muzzle, the white cotton ball being securely locked in place by the tight, circulatory system crushing force of the white bandanna. She may have been elderly, but she still held some terrifying measure of strength as far as Valen was concerned. He tried in annoyance to force the thing off, desperately pawing at it to no avail. After a few moments, he settled on all fours near Sunrise, a deadpan look on his face. Now he looked like a pet.

Hey thar Spike Rainbow Dash!

Have ya been picking up the bits I've had Valen very purposely drop?

His struggles against the possibility of a grape-y death continued for what seemed like hours but were probably just minutes, his wild flailing and great exertion both making wonderful grape juice and making each of his hooves feel like they weighed a ton. Almost out of energy, Valen looked at the grapes around him and the juice that was slowly being poured out and knew that the only option available to him, the only available recourse, was also a relatively delicious. He would eat and drink his way out. It may ruin his figure and mane forever, but by Celestia, he was going to survive. And it would be delicious, he told himself. Delicious and he would live. A great, great combination for action. With a great big gasp and with eyes closed, he raised his head up as he jumped up, ready to dive head first into the grape sea around him. "Geronimo!" He heard Applejack cry out as she jumped in, eyes opening briefly as he was up long enough to see a flash of her smile before she cannon balled into the grapes next to him. Whether she felt it or not, her weight came down on his tail and he was briefly overwhelmed by a sharp, sudden, blinding pain. He froze at the apex of his jump and instead of diving down and taking a bite out of his grape tormentors, slid back under them like they were a vengeful sea. He clutched his tail and let out a moan, a poor move as grapes and grape juice flowed through every opening. In a panic- a common theme- he shot back up, flailed, and tried to regain himself. He did so long enough to turn towards Applejack with the intent of telling her she needed to try and not kill the little foal. He had turned to her in the middle of a panther like pounce, the farm pony momentarily looking like a scary carnivore. The next few seconds were all together too confusing, the foal struggling meekly and with no effect against the hyper-strong farm pony, wrestling with him and eventually putting him in a headlock. Valen had no idea what was going on, wondering whether he was supposed to say something(which was mighty difficult given the fact his head was unceremeniously dunked under the grape juice in the middle of the headlock) or if she was trying to make him cry. Before his oxygen-deprived, stress rattled brain could develop any coherent line of thought, he found himself tossed into the air and coming back down onto Applejack, who was on her back and promptly tossed him high into the air as if her legs were spring loaded. He flew in the air for a few seconds, then his fevered descent began. He frantically kicked his legs out in any direction, hoping that luck would favor him and he would suddenly become a pegasus. Cold reality hit him as he impacted once again on the bottom of the grape barrel. He wished it had been soft, but the rapidly decreasing number of grapes made for it to be more of a dive. His face smacked against the bottom hard, his mouth open, and he could feel a sharp pain inside his mouth. It throbbed as he stood himself up slowly, the grapes and juice lowered to such a place where he could sit on his haunches and his head would poke out. And indeed, that was the best he could do, his head swaying from side to side as Applejack stood across from him. She looked to have a playful, mean look on her face and gave a growl. Her face softened a moment later with recognition. "Aww, Sugarcube, are you OK? I didn't mean to hurt you!" He couldn't really hear what she said, but the look on her face and what he could piece together was enough. He nodded his head slowly as she did the work of strapping him to her back and then leaping out. His thoughts were many, but jumbled. This was just the farm pony way of life, apparently. They did not see this as unusual, and he was here to learn from them...something. And they meant no harm, and his cousin was no liar. He knew these things. He would try really, really hard to continue to remember them. But patience has a limit and he had almost reached his, but what response would he have? His mind held no answer. "Looks like lunch is about ready. You want to take a break from all the work and grab a bite, Valen?" He nodded again, still not really speaking, though the mention of food drew a somewhat dreamy look from him. His mouth really, really hurt, and as a matter of fact, so did the rest of his body. She washed him off again, his mind not taking any offense this time, and Applejack started trotting away. He slowly and weakly drew himself on all fours and started following, his back legs shaking and wobbling along the way. "Com'on Valen, and bring that jar of juice we jus made. We can use it!" This time, he had recovered enough to hear her well. He dutifully grabbed the jar and put it on his back, giving a small yelp as he drew closer and closer. The sound of the triangle sent spears of pain through his brain, and he knew he had not made good time as he entered the house and found everyone else sitting. He put the jar down and gave everpony the same sort of 'hello' wave a drunk stallion may, taking his seat and looking at Granny Smith pouring what smelled like delicious, heartwarming, life-affirming, Celestia-blessed, world-rebuilding soup. He wasted little time taking a spoon, getting a spoonful... "THis sthmels tho good! I- OWWW!" Valen said, putting his spoon back down as the hot, hot soup coursed through his mouth and found his chipped tooth. He covered his mouth with his hooves and winced. He looked over at Sunrise, who he had heard earlier was a dentist, and then back down at the soup. No, NO, NOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I CAN'T EAT THIS SOUP NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! His eyes welled up sadly and his tiny little foal heart broke.

I want to apologize for my inactivity today. I've never worked this long in my life(I've had a few twelve hours and a fourteen hour, never sixteen before) and am in no condition to post. I will reply to my threads tomorrow after my normal shift at work.

The water continued to assault the foal more earnestly than any foe had before this day, and he strained his form to fight it off for longer than he thought he would have to. By the time he was done, he felt like he had just survived a waterfall. He was sure the waterfall wouldn't have tasted this bad, pieces of hay and trough mix in his mouth and forced down his throat. He was wobbling when the head of the hose smacked him multiple times across the face like an outrages filly, each slap being absorbed by a punch-drunk foal. It died off, leaving the foal nearly concussed and once again in the depths of confusion as AJ started drying him. It would have been another time when he may have previously been outraged- he always had a thing for privacy, which these farm folk seemed to have no sense of- and her country towels had nothing on the sweet feeling of a nicely stitched personal towel he had in Upper Crust. Her shaking did little to help him regain his mind. It also made him feel like he was a teeny tiny foal that needed all this help and Applejack was his mother. The embarrassment...it was like he was being broken down to be remade. Was this how boot camp worked? He doubted they washed and dried you, but the effect may be the same. She then tossed him on her back and started racing towards Celestia knew where. He held on tight, almost out of a panicked, confused fear at first. When he realized what was happening, and he started to feel the great warmth and almost comforting, radiant charisma she had, a bit of him started to relax and have fun. His own started racing and a small smile formed, though the Upper Crustian in him remarked it was probably due to some form of brain damage. Just as he started to feel like his heart would have a chance to move from his throat, he was launched from the relative safety of Applejack's back high into the air. He flipped end over end, hooves flailing as he let out everything he had in him vocally by this stage- a concerned, resigned moan. He crashed into the giant barrel of grapes so fast that he smacked against the bottom, sending a giant splash of grape juice splashing out of the barrel. He was shot back up due to the impact, covered in purple juice momentarily in the air before he came back down on top of the grape pile. There he lay near motionless for a few seconds, nearly knocked out by the impact. He slowly regained his mind as he sunk into the grapes, coming back when he was at the bottom. Struggling, he pushed himself up- and found he was still under the grapes. They were piled taller than he was, and this meant one thing to him: He could suffocate in there. In a panic, he would leap up and pierce the surface, all four limbs flailing violently as his garbled voice pleaded for help. Of course, all this flailing was both messy...and highly effective at making grape juice.

Idea: People can RP meeting with the service if they want, but no matter what, they need to PM their 'biography'. Likes/Dislikes/Physical Characteristics/Whatever else/One Paragraph biography. The second part can be where the applicant tells you what they are seeking. You match them up and then PM the 'couple' with the other's information. No names are used.