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Dunder

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    Hasta la victoria siempre.

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    Dunnie Blust
  • Character 2
    Cemmoyāhua Tletl

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  1. In the moment, Dunnie was overhwlemed. Standing there, freshly married, grinning madly and giggling awkwardly as she looked out to the crowd as she pressed against Star. With all the eyes on her, she was suddenly growing eager to get onto the partying and get off the stage. Then the mention of the bouquet, and more importantly: the cake. Dunnie's almond shaped eyes went wide and her ears perked up. "Cake!" She grinned wide at the thought, "And refreshments for our guests." Couldn't forget about them. She took up the bouquet in her mouth and turned about face. In one swift motion, she reared up to toss the bouquet in the air above her and began to roll back mid-air with the help of her wings.. Following swiftly behind was a hind leg, which Dunnie used to spike the bouquet potentially into an eagerly waiting crowd of mares. Afterward, the pegasus would land gently and proceed to follow behind her husband for cake slicing.
  2. Dunnie pondered the thought. Would Discord really be unwilling to actually help them? What if the discords from these two worlds met regularly and just never spilled the beans about another world. It could make sense for the chaotic noodle. "Well, if the Discord of this world talks to the Discord of our world, then surely we'll be alright." Dunnie explained then puffed her chest with confidence, "Discord and I are buddies since I'm a good enough sport with his silly games. Mostly since they're..usually fun." Like ogres and oubliettes. Fun of adventuring without the threat of getting actually stabbed. "How many adventures have you been on where you've had the opportunity to talk to Celestia?" Dunnie asked as they entered the building. Oooooh, cool air! "Their magic is weird, but at least they have temperature control too." Dunnie said with a grin as she scanned the surroundings. Definitely seemed like a school. At least, the big fancy schools she never attended. "Also what are you getting sent to the principal's office for?" she teased in a friendly manner, "Eating your salad not with your salad fork?" And after some instructions following, they were at the door to the office. "Excellent! Now just to head on insi--" the fuzzy haired girl tried to explain as she pushed on the door's unlocking contraption. Instead, Dunnie walked into the door with a light 'thud.' "What in the--?!" She exclaimed after regaining her awareness. She struggled against the door, pushing, pulling, trying to twist the pushing contraption in every which way with no prevail. "Locked?!" She peeked through the little window, eyes scanning the dimly lit room and catching no one inside. "The room is empty...?" She backed off and scratched her chin. "Bevel! Blast 'er open!" She shouted with conviction and pointed at the not-yet-blasted thing. They needed answers, darnit!
  3. Dunnie chuckled softly, wings fluffing out a bit. "I've been there a couple times. You should go! Well, maybe not right now. My husband tells me that there might be trouble stirring out there. But." She shrugged, "Who knows, these things can be hard to predict." She stopped herself, shaking her head to free herself of the tangent. "Either way, yeah! Could be a fun thing to make ponies think about." She thought his question over. "Well, I guess the prophecy will drive the main character. And since its older than the main character it would make sense to build that first." She thought aloud, "I want the prophecy to be mostly vague. Just enough information for our main character." Her eyes lit up and her forelegs lifted to point at the author. "But as time goes on and things get discovered, the reader can piece together how it all stays relevant. Do you get what I mean?" She closer to him, giving him a look with her head turned so only one eye was visible.
  4. 'Blixem' had to resist the urge to reach out with her teeth or a wing and instead reached out a hand gingerly. In her hand she examined it, twisting and flipping it with an equally inquisitive and confused look on her face. "Y-yeah! 'Young lingo.'" She scratched the back of her neck. He complained about her choice of words, and yet he rattled off a series of noises that Dunnie wasn't able to distinguish. Must be some of this world's strange slang. "Yes, you bet your beard we'll get those hooligans their...uh... square dancing tickets." Uncertain words, but she punctuated with a confident wink and a sheepish grin. If she weren't so scared to get out of her stance, she would have slapped him on the shoulder lightly. When Brass Hat mentioned taking out his frustrations on Dunder, 'Blixem's' face turned a shade more pale. She gave a wide, uneasy grin, "Heh, what can I say? I understand your feelings." She looked up at him with her big eyes, a couple beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Fortunately, he was soon off of her. He walked over, gave Fire some odd instructions, and a hug as well. As the imposing man left, Dunnie wiped the sweat with a sleeve and took a deep breathe. "By Celestia's mane, I'm too young to have a heart attack!" As she calmed herself down, she got to thinking about what the conversation yielded for them. "Yes, it seems Celestia has been reduced to the principal of a higschool. Could Equestria, too, be reduced to just this highschool?" She looked at the purple and brown edifice, covered by many windows. Not unlike the schools they were used to. "If Celestia is here, perhaps she knows about the mirror and send us back. Or maybe, there is a Discord here who can also help us." She took a deep breathe, then hunched over in exhaustion. "This is getting to be so much." "Phone... 'sound' or 'voice.' I have no idea what it does, and I expect we won't have to know if Celestia can help us." Dunnie faced the school, puffing up her chest with confidence. "Either way. Let's go." She wanted answers. And with a determined walk, she took a shaky step forward on her new legs. Swinging her arms and taking long strikes, she was off towards the front door!
  5. Dunnie gave Gallus a hoof wave of approval, mutual understanding that this was indeed a messy situation and definitely not Gallus's fault. The little blue birb wasn't interested in joining, and that's all that mattered to her. When Blueblood pulled her in for a hug, she smiled to him and returned the hug with a wing and a soft nuzzle against his white neck. Though, when he explained that she had no princess power in the matter, she looked horrified. Now only was her ego bruised, but her perfectly good royal decree was all for nothing. And it sounded perfectly regal when she said it too! Though, of course, she would not be stopped. She pulled her husband-to-be closer and leaned close to his ear. "Don't say that, they might not know. Especially that recruiter." She gave him a soft poke with a wing to punctuate her point. With the sudden WAGGH! scaring her beloved, she immediately took up a protective position in front of him. Though, was immediately disarmed by the dead but still very cute eyes of the little honking goose. "Oh! So cute!" She reached a wing out to give it a poke on the beak. Then gave it a soft squeeze on the stomach, letting out a softer, more drawn out Waaaaggghh. And as she was distracted with the fake goose, Fire took care of the situation. She couldn't think of a better mare to have at one's side. Not only in a scrap, but also when dealing with the arguably more frightening bureaucracy. "Make sure to say in the letter that Princess Dunnie decreed it as well, Fire." She interjected, excitement in her voice. "And then all the other stuff I said." She stopped harassing the rubber goose. For a fleeting moment, she wished for a green moose. Strange thought. She returned to Blueblood's side, nuzzling up against him again and pressing against his side with her body. "Oh! Yes. Wedding..." Her eyes went wide and her head swept left and right quickly, "Is Princess Twilight here to officiate?" She hadn't seen the purple alicorn anywhere. As Gallus left, Dunnie watched him slide off with minimal trouble with his steps. "What a strange griffon." She said, then looked to the equally hazy Smoulder who was destroying those fries. "Well, birds of a feather and all of that fancy stuff. I suppose not very different from us when we were about their age, aye?" Amusement in her observation. She then pulled Fire and Bluey both close with a wing, her cheeks smooshed between her crimson comrade and her stallion.
  6. "Oh, good." She said, "With both things. I am okay with plans changing on the fly myself. At least usually." She went and poured herself some tea. "And, I'm glad you like the coffee. My husband has a very particular tongue when it comes to his brews, so only the best." She gripped the cup between her wingtips and pulled it up to her face to sip silently. She sipped while he offered the changes. "It does sound a bit better. Less wordy might be better." She said then took another sip, then set the teacup down with a light clink. "Maybe some of the words can be changed too. Perhaps 'vague' and 'wayward' might lack the exact feeling." "So, now with characters." She clapped her foreleg hooves together and grinned wide, "I feel there should be other characters. Monsters and ponies and similar creatures, but they should not really help. You know? Perhaps everypony is too busy looking after themselves to work together." She leaned back on the couch, stretching out, wing feathers flaring out. "You know? It might hit home with ponies these days, since everypony knows about the magic of friendship. And maybe with the Griffons of Griffonstone too, since I hear they can be a selfish bunch."
  7. If she caught him in the less than flattering position, she didn't show it. The core of the story? A summary? Dunnie pondered the thought as she was chewing some more food. After taking it down she tapped her chin, looking up thoughtfully. "Well." She pondered some more, "I would say It's the story of..." She trailed off, "A wayward soul. Trapped in a hostile land overrun with horrors. His only chance of escape is a vague prophecy, because he cannot escape through death." She rattled off with her eyes closed, looking rather satisfied with the effort. "Sorry that it's 26 words long, actually. But if you need to shave it down, you can do what you need." She reached down to grab another slice of toast with a healthy glob of butter on it. "You can do whatever you want, story wise. As long as I get the final approval of it." She said then got to eating her toast. "Is the coffee and food to your liking, by the way?"
  8. Dunnie smiled wide as she was given a request and nodded, "Of course, I'll be back in a flash!" She said, and like that she was off, leaving the stallion alone in the sitting room. Though the room was empty for a moment, she kept her words of coming back quickly. The sound of clinking porcelain and silver filled the room before she entered. On her back and on her wings were silver trays covered in plates, two kettles, and a carton. Quickly the smell of cooking became stronger as it filled the room. And when she began setting down the trays, the reason why became apparent. One tray had two kettles, cups, and the cream he requested as well as some sugar cubes. The other two trays were covered with plates of eggs, toast, butter, waffles, hashbrowns. It looked more like a family of four's order at a diner than the usual cookies and coffee. "I was feeling a bit peckish, so I got some of the breakfast leftovers." She expalined as she took a seat, "Just in case!" She reached down and pulled a hashbrown into her mouth, chewing it with a smile. After some chews, she swallowed and looked to him, "So, how does this work? I've never written anything." She paused a moment, "Well, I mean bookwise. And I know artists have their creative process and all of that." She said and leaned down to take a bite of eggs.
  9. The mare wriggled on the couch in anticipation. She stared up at the ceiling, but then wriggled harder to get off the couch. She landed on her hooves and sighed hard, "Guess I should get those snacks." She muttered, but before she could get one hoof in front of the other, a knock came at the door. Instantly her eyes went to the door. With a flap of her wings, she zoomed on over to the door and landed, opening it. "Welcome, welcome, sir author!" She said with eyes closed, then chuckled lightly. "Please come inside! Take a load off, get comfy." She said as she opened her eyes, realizing she probably should have made sure it was the author and not just a mailpony. The pegasus stepped out of the way and motioned to follow with a wing. The interior matched the outside, almost offensively fancy. Reflective marble floors, immaculate wall paint, ornate banisters, paintings with matching fancy frames. The hallmark signs of equestrian nobility. "Thank you for coming, I have been looking forward to this meeting." She said as she trotted down the hall to the nearby sitting room. Floral couches surrounded a shining wood table and all was illuminated by the natural sunlight from nearby windows. "Take a seat, would you like a drink? Maybe something to eat?" Nearer the sitting room the aroma of home cooking could be picked up. Traditional breakfast foods like eggs and toast and spices like cinnamon and nutmeg.
  10. Yeah same, this week's gonna be a little hectic. ^^" Anyway, threads up
  11. The clock had struck noon and the princess had just finished her final task for the morning. The dishes from breakfast were washed and the preparation for lunch was completed well beyond schedule, for she had an important meeting. At least, that's what she told herself. Dunnie had seen a flyer while shopping that advertised selling an idea to an author, she responded on a whim that evening of an idea. And, either because he was really hurting for ideas or he genuinely liked it, she had received a response and arranged a meeting time with the author. What would be a better for filling the new Princess's increasing surplus of free time as her energy dwindled. She trotted off to the foyer, her loose fitting dress drifting lazily behind her as she went. There, she would take a seat and just as quickly became restless. As she waited she would look to the clock, switching her position on the couch occasionally. "Maybe I shoulda brought some snacks and drinks." She said to herself as she stared up at the deep blue, arching ceiling.
  12. If you're still intereted I'm mostly ready, just need the deets
  13. Alrght, well give me some details about how Pennmin would advertise himself and I'll setup the thread!
  14. Well, Princess Dunnie would probably be stuck at home, mostly and looking for something to do. Maybe call over a writer to ask about the writing business, maybe pitch some ideas.
  15. Alright x3 Would Pennmin advertise working?What kind of writing would they do? Would they want to meet the new Princess?
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