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Bass chuckled nervously, as Palétte's whole preconceived image of him seemed to be flipped on its back. "Well, it's what I-" Bass turned, and looked at the mare who had just approached, praised his abilities more, and extended a hoof to him. He reached out, and shook the mare's hoof. "I'm a musician, ma'am. It's almost required of me to look at a piece of music, and figure out what exactly was going through the composer's mind, in order to perform the music in the way that it was originally intended. Deep Bass, ma'am."
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[Fillydelphia] Matchie's Matchmaking Services! [Open]
DeepBass replied to DeepBass's topic in Greater Equestria
Bass nodded at the mare, as she spoke, then chuckled. "Hey, I kind of liked that coffee shop. I'm kidding. And yeah. Fillydelphia born and raised. I mean I've visited other cities, and all that, but there's no place like home. So, tell me about you, miss?" -
Well, New Orleans was a blast, and I was loving the time I spent with my family (Whether it was throwing dollar bills at women, or being force-fed liquor by a cute blonde girl), and I was loving the food. But now, the time has come to move on to the next port. I'll only be gone for like 3 or 4 days, this time, and I'll miss you all terribly.
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Well, we're getting underway again, tomorrow. Should be a shorter trip, this time. I'll only be out for three days, then I'll be in port for about 5 and I can rp then.
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Bass chuckled at the enthusiastic mare, patting her on the back. Truth be told, he saw quite a bit of his friend Midsy's can-do attitude in her. It was nice to see somepony with some enthusiasm on the team, even of it was only one pony. "I like that attitude. You're gonna need it on the long flight. You might want to drink some water, too, while we wait for the rest of the team. I'm Deep Bass, the migration team leader. But you can call me Bass." Bass extended a friendly hoof to Shooting Star, wincing as the little songbird in his mane pecked at his head, as if to say 'What about me, jerk?' "And this little guy is my new friend, Baritone."
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Midsy was quite proud of herself, for gathering do much food for the critters, however when the hungry animals started crowding around them, she did the first thing she could think of. Within an instant, she had hopped up on the wagon, and was throwing berries to the critters, trying to keep them at bay with a barrage of nuts and berries. Just when all hope seemed to be lost, a yellow Pegasus landed, and talked the critters into backing away. Midsy jumped down off the wagon, and pranced over to Fluttershy, pure enthusiasm dripping in every word, as she bounced around Fluttershy, squealing with delight. "Wow! That was AWESOME! How did you do that? Can ya teach me? Huh? Can ya? Huh?"
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Bass offered a flattered smile, as he rubbed the back of his head. He wasn't expecting such a warm reaction to his rather harsh critique, but he was glad it wasn't taken the wrong way. "Well, I guess music and painting are both rather deep in their emotional sides. It can be expected, I suppose."
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Cool. Once I get back in port, I'll finally lay down the verse. (hopefully)
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Ah. Then re-recording may be necessary.
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The Bond of Friendship: 20 years [INVITE ONLY]
DeepBass replied to MarchingHammers's topic in Free For All Roleplay
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Bass stood from his seat, and trotted over to the painting, adjusting his glasses, and scanning over the picture. It didn't take him long to figure it out, having done things like this before. Normally, he would've played along and spent a few more minutes, just to keep the artist happy, but after seeing the way he snapped on simple foals, Bass was feeling like he was just challenged. He turned and looked at Palétte, a serious look on his face. "Well, judging by the vague and undetailed nature of the painting, I'd wager that this painting was more than likely inspired by an inner turmoil of sorts. Perhaps a feeling of loneliness. Perhaps the artist, during a late night binge on whiskey, and hard cider with a splash of fine wine to keep up appearances, felt some futility within himself. Said futility possibly brought on by a lack of true friends. Regardless, the feeling burned within him like a flame on the plains, so in order to get the feeling off his chest, he painted the feeling to canvas, effectively allowing the world to see his pain. Therefore this painting makes me feel two things the first is that the artist should really find a better place to stash his liquor, and two, it makes me feel sympathy. I feel for the artist, and would be rather proud to call him a friend." Bass looked back at the foals, who were now staring at him, wide-eyed, and slack jawed. "Heh… heh… Too detailed?"
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From the album: My Random Pony pictures.
Well, I got bored and decided to draw Bass like those cool pony backgrounds you see. I think it came out pretty well, for a first try. I might do more like this in time. -
Bass had finally gotten a chance to gulp down a well deserved sip of water, all the while thinking about the leadership position that he had put himself into. The early morning hours having flown by rather quickly, as he and his team had just finished leading the first flock of birds back to Ponyville. Placing the empty glass back on the table, he gathered his nerves, and looked around, trying to pick out his crew. He gave his wings a quick stretch, remembering to keep off his bad leg, as he slowly lifted off the ground, flying back to Hoss, landing softly on three hooves, as the small songbird kept its roost in his mane. "Alright, let's gather up the rest of the team, so we can get back to it. We've probably only got two more trips, so the sooner we hop to it, the better."
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Well, what program did you use for the recording and mixing?
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Bass had only just arrived, and had failed miserably at making small talk, when he heard a voice from behind him. He looked, and saw the pink earth pony who had just arrived. He listened nervously as she spoke, and replied, his own nervousness staining his words. "Oh, um… hi. Yeah, I don't work here. I uh… just stopped in to uh… see what was here, now. I'm Deep Bass, by the way. Bass for short."
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After what seemed like an eternity, Midsy finally pranced out of the woods, her saddlebags bulging from the massive amounts of nuts and berries that were being sheltered in the bags. Feeling quite content with her accomplishment, she pranced over to the pony who had just brought up a cart of fruits and veggies. The enthusiasm in her voice could brighten anypony's day, as her cheerful demeanor reverberated in her words. "Wow! That's a lot of food for those little critters! I'm sure they'll be really happy with all that food! Hey! Where do we put all this stuff?"
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Bass smiled at Persnickety, taking the last bite of his ponini, and chewing as she spoke, swallowing before speaking again. "I completely agree. And perhaps even get to know each other a tad better."
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Bass raised an eyebrow at Palétte's speech to the artist, nearly choking on the cupcake that he had just started eating. He's really serious about this stuff. It's almost scary.
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Bass nodded at Hoss, a piercing determination in his eyes. He managed to land softly, keeping his recently doctored leg raised off the ground. He looked back at the mares enjoying their lunch. "Yeah… I'm good to fly. I'm ready when everypony else is." [[i think the migration team should move to the Weather and Animal thread. Seeing as how we're working with the nest making and food gathering team.]]
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Rainbow Factory wasn't that bad. Just gory. With a dash of psychotic Rainbow.
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They blocked it. XD Those torturous jerks! Oh well. I'm in port till Monday. Then I'll be gone for like 3 days.
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It was pretty awesome. Except the short chorus in the beginning and the long one at the end didn't need to be there.
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Bass had finally finished resting up after Dunder's torturous medical treatment, and was slowly hovering over to Hoss, adjusting his glasses on his face, the clear amber lenses showing his eyes, unlike his aviators did. "Where's everypony else? We've got to get moving."
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Bass snapped back to consciousness, after falling asleep in his chair, and looked around. She's still buying paintings? Wow.
