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Welcome to Canterlot.com, AngelWing! We always need more ponies for the royal guard!

Haha, it's great to see somepony else who's super-enthusiastic about roleplaying MLP. May I suggest getting started in the Free-For-All section of the board while you work on getting your character approved for the mane RP? It's a great place to practice and try out new ideas.

Haha, that's a great story as to how you came to like the show. I hope to see you around Canterlot soon!

Whirligig straightened up when the little one confessed to having a fear of heights. "That's exactly right - we're a lot like birds. Except I'm a pony, of course. So are Zig and Zag and Saronyx." she pointed at each of the other ponies as she said their names. "We have wings so we can fly like birds, but we also have hooves like earth ponies; like you!" Whirligig pointed to the foal's hooves with her own.

Cherry Berry was somewhat surprised that the brown pegasus had recognized her from the balloon trips, especially since he'd never been to Ponyville before. She allowed the other mare to introduce herself. She seemed to smiling too much, and she laughed when she said her own name. Cherry Berry failed to see what was funny about 'Minyara.' It was strange, yes, but it wasn't really funny. "'n' I'm Cherry Berry, and yes, I'm the pony with the balloon." she paused. "So, you've never been to Ponyville? Well, it's a nice town; not too big, not too small." she said, gesturing around at the marketplace full of ponies buying or selling their goods. "Can't complain really. You got any plans as to what you want to do or see while you're here? I may be from Manehatten, but I've been here a few years and I sure know my around."

Same here! Why would I be ashamed - I love what I love.

Stormwing frowned at the angle of the other Pegasus' wing. She also had a deep gash in her side; it wasn't bleeding too heavily, but it was only a matter of time before it got to be more serious. She was clearly trying to put on a brave face, but Stormwing could only begin to guess how much pain she was actually in. He knew nothing about first aid. He had lived among clouds for most of his life, and it's hard to scrape your knee on a cloud. He also didn't know quite where he was exactly, except that the shore of the great Nimbusgait lakes was a few hundred meters to the east, meaning that Cloudsdale was probably the nearest town to their present location. He looked around the forest, trying to remember if they'd done anything like this at Junior Weather camp. Some camps would show you different plants that you could use for stuff, but he had only gone hiking in the woods once or twice, and then it was in Whitetail woods which were slightly less intimidating than Everfree. Maybe something here could be used for pain? Even if it could, he couldn't tell poison ivy from poison joke and could easily end up making things worse. Maybe he could go back to the lake to get some water to clean her wound? That at least wouldn't cause any harm. But what would he carry it with? He could maybe force some rain out of a small cloud. But that would still mean leaving the Pegasus here alone, and her strength seemed to be fading fast. Maybe there was another pony somewhere who could help. The injured pony looked exhausted, so he shouted himself. He knew it was a long shot, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to try at least. "Is there anypony there? Hello? I have an injured pony here who needs help!" He turned back to the other Pegasus. "I know flying is out of the question, but can you at least walk? Maybe if I help you?" he asked. As an afterthought her added "Name's Stormwing, what's yours?" ((OOC: psst, care to give me a bit of a description of your pony, so that I have something to work with description-wise?))

Stormwing only had one rule. He was a fairly easygoing pony most of the time. Strict rules and order were for those who, like his sister, enjoyed control and stability (but, in Whirligig's case, mostly control). He liked freedom of exp<b></b>ression, and freedom from conformity. Rules were just guidelines - as long as one kept to them more or less, one would be fine. So how Whirligig had managed to break his one rule he would never know. She was the one who was always on time, always kept her room immaculate, did her chores when asked and had never once seen the inside of the Principal's office. And yet, she had turned up in Trottingham for a visit on Storm Day. Nopony bothers Stormwing on Storm Day. On Storm Day, Stormwing has a job to do. On Storm Day, Stormwing is living up to his calling. On Storm Day, Stormwing has his destiny to fulfill. Rain, to Stormwing, was sweeter than candy. The lightning a beautiful work of art, and the thunder more musical than any symphony. Sometimes he would sit on the clouds above and watch the rain drench the land below, watch the lightning crack and feel the thunder pulse through him like the beating of his heart. Other times, he would immerse himself in the storm, choosing to stand outside under the downpour and feel the Storm embrace him like a big, wet, powerful blanket. To Stormwing, it was blissful. But before then, before all that, there was the creation. The right combination of electricity-laden clouds, the perfect dash of wind and heavy grey clouds laden with thousands and thousands of drops of rain, cold fronts meeting warm fronts and colliding at just the right moment to set the entire display into motion; this was Stormwing's destiny. This was his talent, his mark, his calling, his life! "Hey Stormwing," she'd said. "We finished up early at the factory this morning, so I figured I'd come down and visit. You aren't too busy, are you?" "Whirligig," he'd answered with an unusual edge to his voice, "for pony's sake, it's Storm Day." To her credit, she'd apologized profusely. And then he'd felt bad for yelling at her. So he agreed to meet up with her later in the week. One of the other weather ponies had told him about a concert that would be playing in town on Friday night. He'd suggested to his sister that the two of them get tickets and see the performance together. She'd agreed, and promised to come back on Friday. He'd even resolved to tidy up his apartment for her visit. He'd been meaning to clean it for the last few weeks now, but had never gotten around to it. Tonight, however, he was enjoying his storm, his hoofywork (Sort of. It had, of course, been designed by another pony, and then the whole team of Trottingham Weather Pegasi had worked together to prepare the storm. But he liked to think of it as his). That was why, in the middle of the downpour, while every other pony in the small resort town had fled for shelter, Stormwing was wandering the streets. He was soaked very nearly to the bone, the water pouring off his flank and soaking his feathers. It didn't bother him; not in the least. He lived for this. That and, he knew there was only a half-hour or so left of rain before the clouds would clear out and give way to a calm, still night. After that, it would be a long time before there would be another storm. He turned down Shutterhill Lane, at the corner of which stood one of the town's many hotels. He would have flown right past it, but something caught his eye in one of the windows. Enthralled as he was by the storm, he was certain that what he'd thought he'd seen out of the corner of his eye couldn't possibly be what was actually there. Could it? He didn't want to appear creepy, so he tried to casually glance in the window. Of course, once he saw the scene that was playing out on the other side of the glass, he couldn't tear himself away. There were three ponies sitting around a dinner table in a room choc-a-bloc full of fans. Not the squeeing, fainting sort that the Wonderbolts attract after a big air show, but of the spinning, cooling, air-pushing sort. He blinked once. Twice. Three times. There was still a room full of fans, and three ponies were caught up in the crosswinds. One mare looked especially distraught - she was very pale, and was making feeble attempts to cut the power to the devices. The stallion was doing his best to try to keep a rather dignified air about him, but this appeared to be a rather difficult task given the circumstances; he was proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that one could not possibly appear dignified when one has a napkin on one's face. The third pony he thought he recognized; unicorn, yellow coat, purple mane. Where had he seen her bef-Aha! She worked in the post office as a mail sorter; he'd said hello to her dozens of times when posting letters back to Cloudsdale, especially back when he'd first moved to town. Now, what was her name? Dusty Magic? Murky Mist? No, Misty Magic, that was it. He'd heard rumours that she had, well, strange magical abilities. That would explain the fans. He was starting to regret sending Whirligig back to Cloudsdale - she would know what to do with a surplus of moving air. He, on the other hoof, was rather clueless. And then, of course, there was the small matter that what he was presently doing - peeping though windows - was generally frowned upon. And thirdly, he was missing out on the last half-hour of his storm. The Stallion looked to be trying his best to keep his cool, and the other mare's condition seemed to be worsening. She looked the same way like Suntail had that day the two of them accidentally disturbed a nest of bees at Junior Weather Pony camp when they got lost in Whitetail woods - absolutely petrified. Turns out he wasn't actually allergic to bee stings, he was just incredibly apiphobic - that is, irrationally afraid of bees. Stormwing flew around into the entrance to the hotel and tried to shake as much rainwater from his mane, coat, and feathers as he could, which of course left much of the lobby soaking wet. The hotel staff glared at him. "Which room is Misty Magic in?" Stormwing asked the receptionist. She told him the room number and he zipped as quickly as he could to the correct door. Please don't be locked he thought to himself. By some small miracle, the door was left slightly ajar, and he could now hear the chaos. He was about to knock on the door when suddenly the whirring stopped. Hmm, they must have managed to get rid of them. Maybe assistance wasn't needed and he didn't need to be a hero. He could go back outside and finish his storm... [colour=#800080]"I'm always messing things up for everypony. No wonder the ponies in this town fear me so much. I'm always putting my hoof in my mouth - MMMMFFFFFPPPPHHHH! MMMMFFFFPPPPPHHHHH!"[/colour] Oh dear. That didn't sound good. And also he was now an eavesdropper too. His mother would be disappointed in him. Oh well, too late to turn back now. He rapped loudly on the door without opening it all the way. [colour=#48818c]"I was just outside when I noticed the fans,"[/colour] he called out. [colour=#48818c]"Would you ponies like some help?"[/colour]

Um, maybe wait a little longer? It'll give me a chance to do some of my own brainstorming.

Welcome to Canterlot, ThePhoenix. Forums are fun, you'll soon get the hang of it. I'm a bit of a klutz too, myself.

I might go with Twilight just because I need more practice 'leading' threads, if that's okay with you.

I have so much pony stuff. My dad got me a pony duvet for Christmas, and a pony iPhone case (that I lost along with the iPhone in the airport - worst day of my life ). I do have a few pony t-shirts, too, and posters. I've been drawing ponies, too, and sticking the drawings to my wall so my room is starting to look like an MLP shrine (with random Big Bang Theory and Hunger Games merch thrown in. ) I went to Toys 'R' Us today and only bought 1 blind bag pony - so proud of myself! XD The problem with We Love Fine is the shipping (not that kind of shipping) is insanely pricey, so to get one shirt sent down here costs like, $50. I'm now starting to pay more attention to RedBubble - the shirts are just as good, and it's not as expensive.

Once again, Cherry Berry, or "Chibsy," as she sometimes liked to be called, had been stood up. She was starting to get used to it. Mares would show an interest in her, ask her to meet them at this restaurant or that bakery for lunch, to which she would agree, and then never turn up. Or she would ask them. Either way, this had been the third time in just over a month and she was sick of it. It had put her in a fowl mood, too; even fouler than usual. Oh well, no sense in stewing over it, especially when she had veggies she needed to be stewing for dinner with Lyra and BonBon tonight instead. Most of the veggies were from her own garden; carrot, tomato, broccoli, cauliflower, lima beens, beetroot, some pumpkin, of course with her special blend of spices and seasonings. It was her favourite recipe. She licked her lips as she thought about it whilst wandering through Ponyville. She was about to turn away from the main street towards the stable she occupied, when something caught her eye. A brown pegasus dove down to the ground from the sky above. Show off Chibsy thought bitterly. She liked being an earth pony, but clouds always looked so comfortable. The closest she'd been to sleeping on a cloud was floating through the air in her hot air balloon. She'd seen parts of Cloudsdale that way, but the balloon could only take her so far into the city. She waved to the brown pegasus when he looked in her direction, and he seemed to almost forget to wave back. Must be from Cloudsdale. Oh, what the heck? Might as well go over and introduce herself anyways. She meandered over and arrived just in time to hear another pony say hello in a cheerful voice. Oh, right, cheerfulness. Pushing her failed date to the back of her mind, she put a (rather forced) smile on her face. Where was Pinkie Pie when you needed her? "Hey there," she said, nodding to both of them. "Whatcha doin' in Ponyville?" she asked the brown pegasus.

I don't want to move this thread back to the applications area, but as an addendum, here's an updated picture of Whilrigig (pretty much the only thing changed is her tail). Stuff I did: Drawn by SaturnStar14 on DeviantArt: http://fav.me/d666hxf

((OOC: Am I to assume this is in the Everfree Forest?)) "I think these two will do nicely, Storm," Breezyblue called out. The light blue Pegasus had a rather large rain cloud in between her forehooves. The two of them had been sent to collect some of the clouds that had naturally formed over the Great Lakes and bring them back to Trottingham. They were preparing a few light showers for that evening and stray clouds were always forming over the lakes. The team captain, Overcast, liked using the natural clouds rather than ordering too many of them to be sent down from Cloudsdale. Today, their quest had taken them clear across the lakes to the far shore (two hours of solid flying time; luckily Stormwing worked out often), and the Everfree forest lurked on the horizon behind them. "Right you are, Breeze," Stormwing replied. "These two ought to please ol' Overcast." If the mare was pushing a large rain cloud, Stormwing's was huge. He stood on the cloud for a moment, stretching out his wings and mentally preparing himself for the long flight back over the lake. "What's the matter? Tired?" Breezyblue taunted him. "Not at all," Stormwing replied, defensively. He jumped off the cloud, circled it twice, and then fell in behind the light-coated mare. The two of them began taking off back over the lake when Stormwing heard something. His ears perked up and he tried to catch it again. The wind seemed to be carrying it from the forest behind them. "Did you hear that?" he asked his companion. Breezy shook her head. Stormwing stopped. "It sounded like a cry for help." "You're just making excuses. Overcast is already angry with you for being late so often; if you weren't such a darned good weather pony, he'd've fired you by now." Stormwing ignored the lecture. "What if somepony's in trouble?" "Then they're a fool for going into the Everfree Forest alone. I'm going back to Trottingham. If you want to be a hero, go right ahead. Only an idiot would go into those woods." Stormwing ignored his colleague's taunts and turned around, leaving both his companion and his prized rain cloud behind him. As he drew nearer to the woods he heard a loud shout, followed by a pop and an ear-splitting crack of wood breaking. He beat his strong wings faster as he headed for the shore. "Hold on," he cried out. "I'm coming!" He had never been in the forest before, but he had heard tales. Most of them he wrote off as myth, but he did know one thing: in the Everfree Forest, the clouds move, the plants grow and the animals take care of themselves all on their own. He shuddered as he reached the edge of it, but only briefly. He heard a pained yelp and another desperate cry for assistance. He crashed through the trees towards the sound of the cries and before long he found their source. A broken tree branch lay on the ground nearby, and there, huddled in the undergrowth was a young Pegasus pony. He rushed to her side. "Celestia!" He exclaimed, "what happened to you? How badly injured are you? And what, in the name of all things pony, are you doing in this part of the Everfree forest? The nearest town is miles away!" Edit ((OOC: Hundredth post! Huzzah!))

((OOC: May I suggest slowing down on the progression of events? There are nine people participating in this RP and we need to try to give everyone a turn to reply. Most people only have time for this for an hour or two per day and it's important to include everypony.))

"Oh, you saw that?" Whirligig blushes again. "Yeah, the Cloudsdale weather ponies are a pretty great team. They try their best to keep storms out of the city itself - what need to we have for rain up here? Nopony's trying to grow any food or garden."​ "Wow, I guess that sort of makes sense. You are a rather hardy race after all. I guess it's just that I, and many other ponies, like having control. Sure, we probably could leave the weather to it's own devices, but if we can control it and manipulate it to meet our needs, then why shouldn't we? Especially if letting it roam free turns the land into a wild and chaotic place like the Everfree Forest. No, I would not be up to the challenge of living in a place like Aquellia. I love Cloudsdale so much - every change to the scenery happens because we decide we want it to. We can change and move the clouds at will. The ground is so solid, so unflexible and unmoving and how are we supposed to control it? How do you change it from being a hill to being flat when you want it to?" She shakes her head. "The ground is a nice place to visit. Unicorns and their magic are fascinating, and I've never really met an Earth Pony I didn't like. But Cloudsdale is, and always will be my home."She stops talking, wondering if she's said too much. Not a word she'd said was untrue; she didn't like spending too much time on the ground and felt safer when she was surrounded by the soft warmth of the clouds in the sky. She wasn't paranoid, though, and she didn't want the other ponies to think she was. Nor did she want them to think that she thought any less of them because they chose to make a living on the hard terrains below. "I mean, I totally understand and respect that you two like living there, and I love hearing about and visinting other places, but they're just not for me." she amends. Just then, out of the corner of her eye she notices the blue and yellow pegasus from before has finally come to join them. "Hi!" she greets him as she steps aside, opening up the small circle so that he can join in the conversation. "Musica-Lee Noted the pegasus from Baltimare and Razor the griffon from Aquellia, meet-" she falters. With a small chuckle she turns to the newcomer "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name." ​

((Blargh, got confused. Sorry.)) The question startled Whirligig. She spread her wings out and then folded them back against her body as she pondered how best to answer the young filly. Being from a city populated purely by pegasus ponies, she had never really had to answer that question before, and, for whatever reason, it unnerved her. "Well," she said, "I'm a Pegasus pony. So I use my wings, see?" She showed the small filly as she opened them again and rose a few inches off the ground. She almost went into a scientific spiel about lift and resistance, as well as the magic present that allowed Pegasi to defy some of those laws, but decided against it for the sake of simplicity. She looked at the small filly whose eyes were full of wonder and gave another gentle smile. "I've just had an idea. Would you, miss Rosemary, like to fly with me?" Whirligig planted her feet on the sturdy floor and bent her knees low to the ground to see if the young filly would trust her enough to climb aboard.

The cornflower pegasus pony drifts to the ground, finally planting all four hooves on the solid floor next to the white-maned Unicorn. She smiles warmly at the older mare. "Sure, ask me anything." She is a tad surprised when the filly who had so quickly scampered off to play with the kitty is suddenly standing beside her. She bends down to the little one and says brightly "Of course you can ask me a question, little bird."

Whirligig hovers awkwardly outside of the kitchen as Strong Hooves and Bella Nocce set themselves to work. The rest of the ponies have scattered around the house and Whirligig isn't sure what to do with herself. "Are you sure there's nothing I could do to help?"

I can't decide whether or not I want to join as Twilight Sparkle or Pinkie Pie. :-/

I most certainly am.

With a grand effort on behalf of everypony, the gust of wind was able to successfully break apart the troublesome storm cloud.As the group of weather ponies began to break apart to finish it off, a few of them thanked Whirligig and complimented her efforts. She felt quite undeserving of all the attention; it had, after all, been a team effort and she was hardly deserving of the praise.As the group wrapped up, the yellow-maned Pegasus Whirligig had noticed earlier approached her. [colour=#0000cd]"Wow, you really do know your weather management tactics, I'm very impressed,"[/colour] he said. Whirligig blushed. "It was nothing, really. I had an idea and it turned out the idea worked. It had more to do with being able to find and use the wind that was already there. It's sort of my passion." she shrugged. "Anyways, I'm going to head back to the park on Cirrus Street. I was kind of mid-conversation when I heard the thunderclap. I would love for you to come and join us whenever you can. I'm Whirligig, by the way." She extended her hoof, and once the expected introductions had been carried out, she turned back towards the city center. She was feeling kind of bad about leaving Musica and Razor alone in the park and wanted to get back to them before they began to think she'd ditched them completely. Beating her wings as hard and fast as she could (which, regrettably, wasn't very fast), she came to a skidding halt in the playground next to the bench, still occupied by the Griffon. "Sorry about that," she panted. "What'd I miss?" ​