Mutt

I have resolved to do everything in my power to maintain active roleplay in these shenanigans. I'm bugging Dubby near constantly to that effect.

Usually, if one is looking for a sucker, an individual would not have to look much further than the guy three people in front of Powder. The fluffy diamond dog does not look particularly at home in the arid climate, hailing from much colder regions if his appearance is anything to judge by. It seems that he is doing alright with the cool winds blowing in however. He approaches the cart with intense glee, how showy! It was terribly entertaining to his simple mind, and furthermore, the salesman reminds him of someone terribly dear to him. He is almost the perfect patsy, and as he approaches the cart with a bag full of jangle it seems like Gideon might be making a lucky sale indeed. This dog is clearly not particularly intelligent, with how sincerely his tail is wagging. In fact, one might go so far as call him slow, perhaps even honest and kind. Regardless, he steps up the cart and perks his ears especially much at the offer of lucky items. He remembers back to something he was once told: Succeeding in life is 30% Hard Work, 60% money, 10% talk and %100 luck... If he can BUY luck, he'll be halfway to success already! He feels incredibly shrewd for coming to this conclusion. As he approaches the display, he pauses, looks over the wares, and just stares. He thought these were good? They aren't good! They look nice, yes, but he might as well be selling opal if he wants to sell things with impurities... The dog pauses for a moment, and plucks a red gem out of the rubies, waving it in front of Gideon's face, as if to explain something to him. "Beryl! Not Corundum!" he insists, wagging. It was alright, he could help this dog get his shop organized! Obviously no-one would make the mistake of pricing red beryl with rubies, you can't make a profit on them like that. Obviously the rest must be mistakes too. He looks over the wares again with glee, the prospect of having work to do visibly excites him.

Well, as I told Skye when I was altering it, I was only making small changes. I finished the edits the day it was moved over to this section. I've told him several times over Skype, but it would have behooved me to contact him privately, because Skype can get pretty hectic. I've been dumb.

Minimaxie drats and grumbles and drats again! as the pony expertly dodges her obviously incredibly complex and extraordinarily calculated assault on his person. She hmnfs and stops, staring down at the little bluish? pony, she's not sure, she's cold and tired, and hungry. "Oh hush you, I can take care of myself. I don't need anypony looking out for me. I am res.. pond..able enough to live on my own." she hisses, pulling the bag of ants out of her cloak and dumping them all over Sunrise. How rude! and mean. She takes no pleasure in it, because the filly has been nice to her, but examples must be made in the name of progress and world domination. She immediately goes back to looking at the group of spandex laden ponies, it was definitely time to figure out some way to take care of them, she must prove that nopony can possibly stand against her might, now matter how superheroic they are.

Minimaxie grumbles to herself. Ponyville was stupid. Everywhere was stupid. No pony nowhere was gonna make her go to school. No way. Still. That doesn't mean she can't hang out up in a tree on the premises in her cloak. She watches the school as she has on a few occasions, with a glare. The foals, they have no idea, they do not understand her d..dia.. diatribes and monoto.. wait. No. Think Maxie think. Monologues! That sounds right. She scrapes a hoof gently against the branch that supports her. She was obviously the best pony at tree climbing anywhere, since ever. Still though, even those with goals of world domination and no love for the Princesses can still be lonely... Mostly though, she's just bored. Bored out of her mind, she is. Tabletop games are not as fun by yourself. She sometimes misses her, what was it? She can't remember, it had something to do with learning music. She sighs, she can't remember. She can't even remember her sister's face, or her mama, or papa, or where she lived. Sigh, that's fine though. She has a new place that was probably better, and a new fa... friend, who she was certain didn't know that she was living in her basement. (Said friend is perfectly happy to let her go on thinking she is unnoticed. ) "So bored." but hark? What is that on the horizon? Two pegasus in spandex suits? Superheroes? Perhaps this a chance for Minimaxie to really make a name for herself for the first time! Her busted horn sparks gently as she hefts a nectar filled balloon from within her cloak (that and a box of ants, she always keeps handy to use together) and takes aim. The aim is surprisingly accurate, and she whips the balloon at one of them, the goofy loookin' one. She of course thinks the guy is the goofy looking one. She watches with intense anticipation as time seems to slow down, watching and waiting. It was going to hit, she knew it would.

Sundrop Sprinkle awws and pouts as he is addressed by his parents. His father stands behind him, hoof tapping, and his mother addresses him firmly. "Now, Sundrop. I know you're hesitant to go outside again, but the doctor says you won't be healthy unless you start getting regular exercise. So you are going to go OUTSIDE right now mister, and going for a walk. Not a hover, not a skipping flutter. A walk. Your legs aren't going to get strong again unless you put weight on them." Sundrop pouts up at her, then looks away. "But.. Mooom. I'm already taking the medcine... Why can't I stay in and read? What if ... I fall off the clouds? I'm not strong enough... to get back up to Cloudsdale." he replies, his breathing still slightly labored. He has to pause to inhale occasionally. The medicine holds off his fever effectively, and though he is led to believe he's getting better, he's slightly immuno-compromised. The only way he'll get better is if he gets exercise and continues taking his medicine. Keeping him in the dark about his condition is difficult, but he doesn't need anything else weighing him down. He's disturbed enough as it is. "Not buts, little foal. You're not going to fall, Cloudsdale is very well constructed. I should know~ Now take your medicine." She picks up a small bottle and leans in, holding the spout in front of him. He sighs, pinning his ears and opens wide. He grimaces as the medicine is poured in, so sourrrr. So bitter. He hated it. But if he kept taking it he would get better. He swallows, and then is quickly shoo'd outside by an eager hoof. "Now go, have fun, get some exercise! It's time those beautiful wings of yours got some sunshine!" the door is closed behind him, and he wobbles on his legs. He looks about weakly, and sneakily begins to flutter his wings to alleviate some of the weight. A sharp cough from a window, obviously his mother, causes him to stop. Sundrop sighs, and begins taking slow, gentle steps along the clouds. The cushiony nature makes it a little bit easier on his legs, but each step is still a chore. He begins his walk, looking about weakly at all the happy pegasus zipping about gleefully. Why couldn't he just do that, it's not like he even needed legs! the foal sighs and wonders where he should go to. Maybe he could stop off somewhere for a cool drink.. Except.. He doesn't have any money. Drat. He wobbles a bit as he progresses, and looks back. His house is still only a few meters away. "Aww man, this is gonna take forevers.."

Tenderbloom floats back in gently, balancing a tray of tea on her hooves. She sees the conversation had not progressed particularly far in her absence, and she shrugs gently, and sets the tray on the stump, cups clinking gently. She notices that there is tension in the air, but she fails to recognize that a fight may be about to break out. She has very little experience with violence in her life, and she assumes that Malediction is simply stretching. She picks up the kettle, gingerly, and begins to pour. Hot water swirls gently along the roasted leaves in the bottom of the cups, the scent of sweet tea rolling out into the open on wisps of steam. "I don't believe I have introduced myself. My name is Tenderbloom, and this is my family's home." she comments quietly. She looks extremely different without the plant sitting on her head. She is clean, well kept. Small flower, buttercups perhaps? Are braided into her mane and tail. An artful collection of loops and crosses with flowers littered in. She has a young face, slightly slender, showing the effects of a nearly ever present smile. Her body, similarly, is almost dainty, as though she has never done heavy lifting in her life. "Who are you two?" she continues, happily.

Tenderbloom sighs as she works her way around to the entryway. Up into the sitting room, she rolls her eyes as she is addressed. "If that would work, I would have told you. Covering your ears helps a little, but not much." she continues, hovering past a collection of mossy cushions grouped around a wide stump. "I was wondering if either of you had seen her.. Not very big, energetic, fan of drama and monologuing. Wears a silly cloak... She's been so lonely since she lost her family. Poor thing. She hides it, but I can see it in her. I don't know why she acts this way, that girl's inner workings are an enigma..." she comments quietly, being uncharacteristically chatty, but this was an extreme situation. She was truly worried about her little friend. "Feel free to enjoy yourselves in the sitting room while I make up some more tea." she motions idly to a tray resting on the stump. "I'm afraid the tarts are a bit cold by now, but they keep very well. Help yourselves... I'll find something to send with you in a moment, right now I have to put Mr. Biggles to bed. He gets a bit cranky at night, you see... I'll be right back, please enjoy yourselves while I'm away. Oh, uhmn.. And please don't leave this room, I have sensitive cross pollination efforts in progress beyond here. Months of work, you see." she finishes, before continuing on deeper into her abode. She quickly vanishes off to the right.

Minimaxie At the gala , in the party. With all the fancy ponies. They might be there. I shall surely see my family~ They will be there, they will see me We'll be together again! And my sister, will have missed me There inside the gala! Incandescence Stupid party, in the palace. How it keeps me up night. Even if I were invited I wouldn't go. All the ponies, milling about They will want so much from me Oh how I wish it all would stop, such a stupid gala!

Tenderbloom sighs at the way her guests are behaving. She invited them to her home and they're being quite rude. Still, they are guests, and she should do her best to entertain them. She winces at Maledictions comment about her proclivities, and almost turns to snap at her, but she stops. She was out in the middle of the night, covered in plant, in Everfree. She does talk to herself and the plant on her head which a pony could be quite easily excused for not knowing was capable of active thought and response. She is aware that her use of mist cover and her ensemble, combined with this habit and her hushed voice, creates something of an unpleasant illusion. She knows this because her missing friend made her very aware of it. She holds her tongue, and continues up the winding ramp. She contemplates their requests, and decides to respond to them this time. "I would be happy to give you supplies, little one, but I think you're going the wrong way. I've heard there's a desert to the west of here, but I've never see it myself... Oh but I would love to go, just think of all the xerophyte specimens I could examine and collect... If only I had someone to take care of Mr. Biggles for me. They prefer marshland you see, he'd never survive in a desert. And, to you, miss.. Whoever you are. I did nothing. You attacked US, and Mr. Biggles simply responded in self defense. Say hello to the scary lady Mr. Biggles." she comments. The collection of plant matter on her body shifts slightly, and the bud on her head opens, just a fraction, and gives off a faint coo. "As for how to defend against it, one viable method would be to render yourself deaf. You're lucky Mr. Biggles is young, and alone. Stronger cries can even make breathing difficult." She stops, suddenly. "As long as you're here, I would like you to remain for at least a short time, so I may speak with you about something. A friend of mine has gone missing you see. She did not show up for tea today and her home shows no signs of recent use." she requests, before continuing on again. Just a few more passes around and they would be at the entry point.