Dunder

Dunder Blust - RLF occupied New Manehattan Dunder Blust say on the street, leaning against one of the paint-peeled buildings. The streets were full of ponies, a lot of ponies and a lot of soldiers. Some irregulars, or partisans like him. Most of them, though, were new recruits gained from fighting in the area, equipped and uniformed by them self. Mostly, though, there were the standard uniformed grunts and lower officers that made up the bulk of the army. To be honest, he didn't like the sight of them, but he knew they were needed. No way would they be able to take on an invasion with a bunch of farmers and merchants with guns. He just didn't want to wait any longer for the war to be over, hopefully with the racist oligarchs of the G.E.F. gone. He sat there, his rifle propped up against the wall beside him. He occasionally picked up a rock, examined it, became bored, and threw it into the street. He just wanted to move out already, the wait was the worst part.

Dunder sighed hard. He was sure he loved Ice Storm...but the more that they talked about it, he felt worse and worse inside. He could tell Fire was depressed, and he knew whose fault that was. And he was feeling even more down... he was sure the feeling would be gone when they got married, but now he wasn't sure. He looked up and smiled at Muggo' briefly, at least his friends would always be there. He hugged Muggo' back, squeezing him with all his pegasus strength, "You are too kind, Muggo'... No matter what they say, I will still be glad to go on adventures with you."

Dunder was a little embarrassed by how much he got into the song. He blushed a little while Fire and wind were applauding him. He quickly got off the stage, hoping no pony would know it was him. Though Fire's hug did make him feel better. He missed singing in private when she was asleep and he wasn't able to sleep, and in the shower.... He trotted back upstairs alongside Fire. And he saw some new ponies in the bar. Some new stallions, two of them looking of not much importance right now. He saw Fire go talk to another pony about Docket...that name bringing back some mixed memories. He trotted over to some pony who he didn't get to talk to, the mustached pony with a bunch of bottles. "Hey. How are you this fine afternoon?" He asked with a smile.

::Dunder Blust at Equina, RLF sector:: On top of a box filled with some miscellaneous equipment, canteens and belts, sat Dunder. He was a large pegasus stallion, almost as big as Big Macintosh. He had a big brown mane and tail, and greyish-brown two-toned coat, and light brown eyes. The day was good, warm and only if a little windy. He wore nothing as he sat down, his uniform on his cot in the tent. Though, he had his rifle leaning on the barrel next to him. The AK-like rifle with bayonet attached had helped him with many battles with the G.E.F. He felt like he should have joined them with drinks in the Harmony's Rest bar, but he couldn't bring himself to. These G.E.F. soldiers, long enough back, would gladly have shot the pegasus without giving a second thought. He had been fighting with them for so long, and now he was going to have to fight beside them. Fight beside the soldiers who had killed him fellow R.L.F. soldiers. He sighed, facehoofing and rubbing around his eyes. He was even within ear reach of the bar, able to hear the hoots and hollers of happiness, but still he couldn't join in. He swallowed, standing up, then sitting back down, realizing he had nothing to do and nowhere to be. Worst part about being a soldier was waiting to see the next place where potential death waited.

Holy dang you work fast.... this is Epic!!!!! :DDDD

I could use one XP That would be kind of you. My OC Dunder Blust: http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/098/4/b/4bb7d3a3e7398ae301a6c54624cb2d5c-d4pw577.jpg (His mane and tail are like this one's) http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/113/2/0/20a89388a67f4d7302cb5b1a07948c17-d4x1df0.jpg http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/256/9/d/commission___the_joke__s_on_fire_walker_by_valkyrie_girl-d5em1sp.png http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/226/f/7/commission___fire_walker_by_valkyrie_girl-d5b5akk.png

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Name: Dunder Blust Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Pegasus Faction: The Royal Liberation Front. Sub-Faction: Wants to join the Eternium Brigade, he hasn't fought heavily yet, but he is a good fighter. Place of Birth/Starting Location: Born in Solstice Heights, but moved to the RLF capital to seek recruitment. Physical Appearance: http://www.canterlot...&attach_id=1024 (Though, is not as fat, actually muscular.) Cutie Mark (If available): Pan and sword crossed in an "x" pattern. He is an excellent cook, and a skilled swordspony. History (Back Story): Dunder Blust was born under the rule of Princesses to two immigrant parents. After the revolution, which he took no part in, the rule of the GEF, he saw as unjust. The oppression of other races besides pony was something Dunder would notice as his first reason to hate the government. Next was his disagreement of the choice of ruling. He didn't see the aristocracy of ponies having the interest of the common pony in mind. Especially with their racism to non-ponies. Between the LEH and the RLF, he chose the RLF. Because, the LEH seemed to be more of an organization to cause trouble rather than make solutions. He didn't like the Monarchy of the old principality, but he thought that they were the best solution. At least until he could intoduce ideals of 'govermnet of the many' and 'public ownership of production.' He left home at about 18, where he put on an old military uniform from the country of his parents. A white jacket, red trim on the cuffs and on the jacket flap where it opens in the front. And a commissar hat with a white brim and red top. There he left to join the RLF, where he was recruited as a grunt and served in some small skirmishes, hardly seeing heavy combat.

Dunder felt horrible, he didn't want Fire to suffer for his choices. Especially not on his wedding day, neither of them should be suffering like this. He couldn't believe it, but he almost felt like just getting the wedding over with and going home as soon as possible. And al these ponies saying he's going to change. He can still do things, hes not going to be pasted to Ice Storm. He planned on still going places, seeing Sherlock, practicing martal arts and adventuring with Fire and Muggo'. He wanted to hang out and drink his fill of Cider with his friends still. He looked back, seeing Midnight and Swift starting to talk, and deciding to leave the two alone. He looked at Muggo', "Yeah." He said, sounding significantly less happy, "I'm just wanting to get a different job on my own so I don't have to be on my restaurant's leash. And Icy still has a shop for ice cream, and it's doing well since fillies and colts from Ponyville come there all the time." He said, his eyes drifting off a little.

Dunder sat there, beginning to sweat from the godess's death stare. His back as far as it could go without him falling over. He was legitimately scared, but he hoped that maybe if Luna did something harsh Celestia could knock some sense in her younger sister. Hopefully, it didn't even get there. He hoped to actually go home and see Fire Walker that night. As she calmed down, he took a sigh of releiv, getting closer to Fire Walker and giving her a nuzzle, moving it up to a small kiss on the cheek. "Thanks." He whispered into her ear, then moved in for a kiss, quickly breaking it off. He looked back at Fleur, "So. You have any good stories? I'd like to hear them." He said with a mildly nervous smile. As if he could still feel Luna's gaze trying to fry his head.

Dunder was expecting a friendly hug as the mare walked over. He thought she would remember a stallion that managed to get a princess incredibly angry. AS she trotted off, he frowned a little, but he followed after her, sitting down across the desk from her. As she finished talking, he took a deep breath, "Yes, I am a friend of Sherlock's. I know we've met before." He said, adjusting his sword so it stuck out the end o the chair. "Anyway, to the job opening. I assure you I am strong, even ask Sherlock I've had to show him my strength before."

Dunder Blust was trotting along the Canterlot street, his mouth in a big grin. He remembered Fleur, she was the friend of one of his best friends and he wanted to get to know her a little more. Happening to be In Canterlot at the time to see one of her ads looking for a pony to interview about a job position. Even better; it was a bodyguard position. His chef job was getting a little mundane and he wanted to do something more exciting. Anyway, now being hitched he could use some more money. He held the paper under his wing. His saddlebags at the side and more importantly a rapier. As he trotted down the street, he took another glance at the paper. Realizing the address was close. He double checked and made sure the address was right, realizing he was approaching the building. He checked a third time, shoving the paper in his saddle bag. He opened the door and peeked inside, looking for Fleur...

Dunder looked down at the pegasus filly as she trotted over. The question was expected, "Yeah." He said with a small smile, "She's a filly, and yeah, about your age. Maybe a little younger. Though she's big, and some ponies are reminded of me a lot by her, since we act similarly." Dunder said and smiled, but the next question caught him completely off guard. He knew he had to respond in a way to stop the questions but in a way to not be too audacious. "We were just...ding adult things. Playing secret, forbidden adult games. Don't worry about it, you'll get there." He said casually, even if she was older, there was no way he'd tell his ex's siblings what they had done. "Oh! Hey, look it's mine turn!" He said and made a quick escape to the stage. Out of the frying pan into the fire. He quickly began cycling through the tapes on the stage. He stopped on a band he recognized. Appropriately enough, they sung in Itailian. He grinned, taking out the tape, labeled " ." He didn't speak Itailian, but his tongue was trained and Mexicolt was a similar language.He wasn't all that much of a singer. His voice wasn't a hidden gem, but there was a reason he didn't get a cutie mark in music. He trotted up to the mic, getting on his hind legs and wrapping his forehooves around it, he began to sing after the initial instrumental. In a perfect accent, almost as if he knew what the lyrics meant, he sang: "Questo è il tuo tempo, non lo lasciare Un vento che passa e che non tornerà mai Corre veloce senza esitare Non guarda indietro il tempo che se ne va" The instrumental kicked in again, and Dunder began to bob his head and flick his tail side to side at the beat, he leaned back to the mic, looking more into it now. "Questo è il tuo tempo, sta in fondo al cuore Pulsa col sangue e corre forte nelle vene E' il tuo respiro, non lo sprecare Brucia in un rimpianto se ti perdi ad aspettare Politicanti, gente che tace Tempi di guerra, ma in un tempo di pace Tempi moderni da consumare Segui adesso il ritmo, questo è il tempo di saltare!" He said with gusto, leaning into the mic so much it tipped forward a bit. "Viva la vida, muera la muerte Viva la vida, muera la muerte Que viva, la vida!" He said, closing his eyes and raised a hoof, hoofpumping to the beat as he sang. He was now consumed by the music, his head bobbing and his hips rocking to the beat of the music. "Non è più tempo di lamentarsi E di chiamare pubblici gli affari privati Non è più tempo dei moderati Sempre fermi al centro senza voglia di cambiare Politicanti, gente che tace Tempi di guerra, ma in un tempo di pace Sogni precari da consumare Segui adesso il ritmo, questo è il tempo di saltare! Viva la vida, muera la muerte Viva la vida, muera la muerte Que viva, la vida!" He sang loudly, his voice almost as loud as the speakers blasting the music and Dunder's words. He was panting now As the final instrumental played, he stood there for a moment, trying not to breath heavily. He got back on all fours, and as if he was embarassed, he trotted off the stage slowly.

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Dunder frowned, he didn't want to trot off and feel left out while somepony was wrapping his leg up with bandages. But...he was a part of the military, his body was a tool for Blueblood to use in combat. The feeling wasn't making Dunder feel worth too much as he turned and trotted away, head hanging low; the most wounded of them all. LATER He came back over to regroup, his leg tightly had a bandage wrapped around the wound, a slit of red already grown on the bandage. His head was hanging low, but he wanted to see the three other ponies. Most of all, he wanted to see Fire and give her a big hug. He also wanted to see Blueblood, tell him to either let the pegasus stallion go with them or else he would smack the unicorn around a couple times. He didn't know where they went, so he decided to trot around for a little to see if he could find them. He glanced around the ship as he trotted. The previously well decorated and lively place was filled with broken glass, torn wallapaper, strewn luggage and clothes. He sighed. As he trotted along, he could hear the voices of Blueblood and somepony else, if memory served Dunder, it was the captain. Dunder picked up the pace, hugging the wall, and peeking into the bridge.

Dunder smiled at Muggo, wrapping his foreleg back around the other stallion''s neck. "I'm glad that the Princess is here. Ice Storm really loves Luna." He gave a small shrug, "I kind of like Celestia more myself, but...eh. Either way, I kind of don't want to be in the Royal Guard anymore. I'm thinking about quitting my job at my restaurant and making my own martial arts school." He told the stallion, "So when you want your fillies and colts I know you're going to make with that Apple chick, you send them to me, you hear?" He chuckled, patting the large green stallion on the back. When Fire trotted over, he had an overwhelming desire to blend in with the background. He was happy to see her, but he also knew that he had abandoned her. To his slight dismay, she approached and hugged him and he hugged back. He held her tight, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm happy to see you again, Fire." He whispered into her ear, "And I can't stress enough that just because I'm going to get married means that I'm going to lose my wonderlust...or my friendship with you." He told her, feeling another needle in his heart, especially as she teared up. His ears flatted, letting her go to Swift. It was a horrible feeling knowing that he, of all ponies, caused his friend to hurt. Especially at his wedding. He lifted his head, seeing his unicorn friend trot over, "Hey." He said, obviously greif-striken now. "Swift, that's Muggo'." He pointed at the large green stallion, "And that's Midnight, R.E.A. soldier." He said, pointing to the green mare. Lots of green friends. "And Muggo' is my witness, if you mean best stallion." He told swift, trying to think of something to make fun of Muggo', but failing.

Dunder looked at Muggo in the eyes, with an 'are you serious?' look. "Really? Says the pony who I wake up to with his hooves around my chest and his body pressed to my back." He said to Muggo', chuckling a little. He kept combing until Muggo was released, helping the stallion up as the earth pony inquired. Dunder looked around across the skies, "I don't even know. One second, dinner party, the next second..." He looks down at the knife wound, adrenaline wearing off made the pain increase. "Don't worry, some bandages and I'll be fine." He said, more to himself. "Either way, we need to see what they want us to do with this griffon problem." Dunder siad, sighing, "I hope they just let it go..." HE said, trotting off and looking for Fire.

Dunder smiled down at Wind, giving her a pet on the mane as he responded to her question. "I do have a brother. Older than me. And two younger sisters, one mare, and one filly." He said to Wind Walker. Dunder watched Swift go on stage, waving a hoof back, "Whatever. Go sing. And do it well!" He called after Swift as the unicorn go up on the stage. Dunder quickly trotted around, sitting in front of the stage, watching his friend make a complete idiot of himself. Dunder was bobbing his head up and down, scoots style to the beat of the song, watching his friend sing. When swift was done, Dunder clapped his hooves, "Good job! Woo!" He cheered happily

Dunder smiled and listened to Fire's suggestions. Of course they were all good, but Swift was probably going to either sing solo for now or pick a song Dunder didn't like. The hug caught hi off guard, but he quickly hugged back and nuzzled the side of Wind's neck, he felt better knowing she didn't hate him. She was a good hugger. And this hug only reminded him of his resolve that he and Fire and her would have to hang out more. "I was nowhere when the Rock and Roll age came...I think. I don't remember a lot of the music stuff too well. Besides my brother being into the electronic music." He said, "And no way I am screaming... just pick something you fool." Dunder facehooves when he heard Swift's description, "Of course e is from Itaily, he said 'Saluti' and even said he was from Itaily. And of course he has no military training, most ponies don't even know how to hold a blade."

Dunder flinched and clenched his teeth when he heard the voice, like an explosion going off right next to his ear. The words began to register, he faced the princess, a look of confusion and worry on his face as he took the scolding worse than his mother used to give him. His wings began to flap lightly from anxiety and surprise. He took a step back, lowering his head, "Please! I-Didnm... You...know. I-I was... jus' you know!" He called out and swallowed, getting chewed out by the princess was horrible. Luckily for Dunder, he had friends. Sherlock and Fire Walker both reassuring the princess that Dunder was just joking. He nodded to both of them, "Yeah, I was just....kidding." He said and rubbed a hoof on his forehead, "Just a joke..." He said, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked over at Fleur, smiling nervously and nodding, "Yeah, the guy had the.... you know, the potion. Threw it in Sherlock's face and he.... Sherlock just keeled over." Dunder said, still readjusting after getting yelled at with louder than those glue bomb explosions. "I had to go find him and drag him on my back for a few miles back to our apartment." Dunder said, giving a small smile.

"The park?" Dunder asked, they had been going to restaurants and shops and even that fortress to see those soldiers and Percival's old squad mates, the park was out of the blue, but maybe there was something there to make it more interesting. While Dunder was in thought, Percival bolted. Dunder began galloping after, and eventually took off into the air, flying over the running unicorn. "Hey! What's the hurry?" Dunder asked, "I am pretty sure we didn't break the law!" Dunder called, looking behind them.

Dunder saw that they were going to attack the upper deck. Rather than just making a pony wall of attackers, he decided that an attack through the middle and around to the upper deck to flank would be the best idea. He led his ponies through the middle deck, only a few times did they haveto rough up a griffon or two that were left behind looting the rooms and whatnot. He led the ponies up the stairs, kicking a door down with a powerful buck, only to see the glue bomb explode in the corridor. Dunder covered his eyes and stood in the doorway, he was fine, but some of the other ponies weren't. "My ponies, stallions cover and mares help the ones affected in the explosion." Dunder ordered cooly. When he was hoofed the bucket, Dunder nodded, "Alright." He said, quickly trotting over to Muggo, carefully pouring some of the bucket's contents onto the glue. "Don't worry, just relax. Uncle Dunder will take careof it." HE said, scrubbing the glue down with a spone and starting to comb out some of the glue.

Dunder caught sight of a tall, black figure among he ponies. Sweet Celestia, it's Luna... He thought, remembering how she got mad at him in Canterlot and he hoped she wasn't still upset. He pretended not to notice her, anyway, he had guests to greet. Dunder could tell Midnight wasn't too excited for the bar meeting later. Hopefully some more exposure to socializing would lighten her up. "Don't worry, they are nice ponies." Dunder reassured with a smile, shifting his gaze over to Hopesong. "Yeah, she's none of the flower fillies..." Dunder said to the pegasus filly, glancing around again, spotting Fire and Wind. "Yeah, over there, the little blue pegasus next to the red mare." Dunder said, "Her name is Wind Walker, by the way." Dunder then caught sight of a yellow horn. He stretched and flapped his wings, getting some air to get a better vantage point. When he saw the rest of the pony's head his eyes opened wide with excitement, "Percival!" Dunder called out happily, he could air tackle hug the unicorn, but there were just too many ponies around. He landed, waiting for Percival to trot over. "Hey, nice to see you, you pinhead!" Dunder said happily, hugging the stallion tighter than that cold night in the mountains when they had to share that leaf tent, the memories of them hiking through frozen mountains and eating berries flooded him. "Glad you could make it, I hope you didn't take an airship." He looked over his shoulder when he heard the familiar accent and strong voice of his earth stallion friend. "Hey, Muggo! I see you're fashionably late. I understand, I know all you dirt lickers are rather slow." He teased, sticking his tongue out and hugging the stallion back. "Thanks." Dunder said and smiled to the compliments, "And don't worry about the bachelor party. I'm sure some of us would rather forget that night." Dunder said and gave Percival a nudge with a hoof, giving the stallion a smile and catching the sight of something with his eye. He saw something in the distance, an airship. He looked up to see something fallling from where it used to be, heading towards the wedding. "Awww... Celestia preserve us..." Dunder sighed and smiled, covering his face. He knew Swift knew no bounds when being eccentric and the center of attention. "That's my friend, Swift. Don't ask him, but I could beat him in a sword fight." He took off, seeing the pony touch down and greet all the ponies. "Hey Swift! Get your face over here!" Dunder said and landed back among his circle of friends.

Dunder was relieved that they would be able to talk about Ice without Wind and Fire around. As much as he enjoyed their company, this wasn't a subject he wanted to talk about with his ex and her sister that Dunder would prefer to be on her good side. "No Equestria Girls?" Dunder asked and pretended to pout, "I memorized that whole song. Obviously not one of the things I am proud of." He said and trotted over behind Squall. He began to examine some of the songs alongside his fellow sword stallion. "Ehh... I'm indifferent to all of these songs. You can pick one, preferably if it is a duet." He said, "We should save a slow and female singer song for Fire when we give her enough cider. Or if she gets brave and goes up sober." Dunder said and glanced over at her. Then he heard the bell ring, signalling a pony was entering the bar. Dunder looked back and instinctively grabbed for a dagger handle that wasn't there. He examined the new pony. He was baby-faced but he had a full on moustache. And more empty bottles and glassware than from a Canterlot noble party. He followed Swift's example, "Oh hey." Dunder said to the pony.