NeilWacaster

OH YES... THAT FEEL... THAT SMELL... SO. MUCH. MONEY.

I SAID I WANTED MORE, YOU STINGY MINOR DEITY!

Her? Apologize? He thought. There's certainly no reason... GAH! I'm getting nowhere fast! I've got to think of something that she will actually enjoy talking about. As much as I like to hear the sound of my own voice *partial sarcasm*, it's her I really want to hear. Hmm. Maybe a little encouragement. "No need to apologize for the way you feel. Whenever I am going through a rough patch in my life I find that talking through it with other ponies helps brighten my spirit and help me find solutions. If you need a sympathetic listening ear, I'm here." He sincerely hoped that she would take it as he intended, as a sincere offer of help. As soon as the words left his mouth, though, he realized she would probably think he was just trying to woo her. Which he was. But that certainly wasn't his main concern at the moment. He always had a soft spot in his heart for ponies in need, and he felt himself identifying with the situation she was going through. He began wondering if anypony he knew would be able to assist her in her career...

Like I would want to talk to a penniless pony like yourself, Persimmon-icky. Discord! More greenbacks over here! My mattress is not nearly thick enough! He pawed the ground with his hooves, indicating that he assumed the pile of gravel lying there was a pile of cash.

What I imagine you look like when you see something orderly:

It appeared that the fall might have been an accident, but Newsworthy decided to keep an eye on the grey stallion anyway. Bringing his attention back to Persnickety, he looked pensive for a moment before replying in his lilting English accent, "My first attempts at writing went, I dare say, at least as badly. When I was a colt, I had aspirations to be an adventure novelist. Every time I tried to get something published, though, I received nothing but sneers. One editor literally threw me out of his office, yelling that I was good for nothing. When I look back at it now I can see why ... " He chuckled. "My books were absolute drivel. But I digress. At the time I felt awful, thinking that the world was so unfair. Then, when I was at university, I discovered my talent for reporting. I found that all my years of writing bad fiction hadn't made me a novelist, but had trained me to research and craft a compelling article. Again, I don't know if this story will be helpful to you, but perhaps you are still looking for your niche." He smiled his most winsome smile.

But... the friendship... it is magic?

Awesome, thanks for letting me know!

OH DEAR CELESTIA NO

LOLOLOLOLOL

*Tongue hanging out, dripping saliva. Eyes are spinning spirals* MONNEEEEEEYYYYYY....

*mesmerized by cash* Shakes his head... "NO! I MUST RESIST!"

Apparently SOMEPONY (or should I say, SOME-MINOR-DEITY) doesn't recognize a joke when he sees one ... Wait, is that cash real?

DISCORD!

Newsworthy noticed with dismay that Persnickety's attention was still being diverted by the vodka-sipping newcomer. He had to find some topic that wouldn't make her uncomfortable. He was quite frustrated that his attempts to impress her, involve her in the conversation, and generally make a good impression had been falling flat. Not that she was doing anything wrong, he just really wanted to get to know her better, but felt that his attempts were failing miserably. Perhaps, he thought, I need to earn her trust before she will open up. Some ponies are like that, especially shy mares that I've known. Out loud, he replied, "We all have ways in which we can improve, but I've felt much the same way about my work, even when it is some of the best I've ever done. That article of mine that won the Ponylitzer a while back was one that I was completely in angst over for a month. I wonder if you might have heard of it, it was that one investigative piece about the Discord incident. Even though I knew that I had done my best work, it felt so inadequate. I thought that it couldn't even compare to the work by the other pressponies at Canterlot Daily. You can imagine my surprise when the editor insisted it should be the lead story for the day. And then just hours after publication I was getting letters from all over Equestria from ponies who were moved by it, saying that it really helped them understand the plight of the ponies affected by the disaster. All I'm trying to say is that sometimes we have to take a step back, and realize that all we can do is our best, while constantly working to improve, and you never know what will be your big break." He began to blush, realizing that he had probably offended her by talking so much about himself. Oh hayseed. Now she'll think I'm nothing but a braggart. Nice going. Suddenly, he heard a thud from across the room, and craned his neck to see what was going on. A pegasus was lying on the floor next to the mysterious pony? What had the stranger done to him?

AHA! I can spot fellow DnDers from a mile away. Practice all you like, it'll do no good against my iron will. THE MAGIC OF FRIENDSHIP WILL PREVAIL!

I believe that you will find that I'm more than up to the task of standing up to you, you monster. "Your jedi mind tricks won't work on me... ONLY MONEY." BTW, thanks for joining our RP, I can't wait to see what you do...

For some reason, the idea of a jiggly discord soul is both hilarious and horribly disturbing.

As the strange pony entered, Newsworthy felt an unaccustomed feeling of dread. He couldn't place a hoof on what disturbed him about the grey stallion, but he certainly was not someone whom he wanted to be associated with. Maybe he's just here for some cider and will be on his way. He decided to try to draw the attention of his new friends away from the stranger. Besides, Persnickety had mentioned that she wished to become an actor. Nopony knew this, but Newsworthy harbored a secret desire to play a star role in one of the great plays produced in Canterlot. He had been in a few school plays, and loved the experience of the stage lights, the enraptured crowd, and most of all, the thunderous applause. Here was another something that they shared in common: love of the theater. After a little hesitation, he decided to breach the subject. "So... Miss Persnickety, you say that you are interested in becoming an actor? I'm sure you have many interesting stories about productions you've been in."

I hope that somepony can help me get this character approved... thanks a bunch!

Grateful for the distraction, Newsworthy discreetly hid the tickets in his briefcase. He began to wonder when would be the best time to ask Persnickety to visit the concert with him. Perhaps later, when they were once more alone...

I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND DEVOUR YOUR SOUL lol

Newsworthy's heart surged with joy as Syd slipped him the tickets. All he could do was smile in thanks.

He tore his eyes away from Persnickety as the mare with purple in her mane started to speak. "Very pleased to make your acquaintance, miss. And don't you worry. It was my fault that you slipped, as I'm the one who spilled the cider. My wing is just fine ..." This last was said shakily. His wing had begun to throb painfully, and he reached a hoof up to gingerly examine it. The base of his left wing felt like it was on fire, pulsing with every heartbeat. If this didn't clear up soon, he might just have to swallow his pride and take up that offer to go see the doctor. After hearing Syd's generous words, N.W. replied, "You're all too kind, sir. The name's Newsworthy, and it's certainly well met. You should know that I'm your biggest fan, I've been to over a dozen of your concerts. I'm afraid that you won't be able to escape the press tonight, though, as I'm a journalist myself. But, seeing as you're clearly not in the mood for an interview, I'll just keep my reporter's cap off for now. I know you have little reason to trust us pressponies, but believe me, your presence is our secret."