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Opal

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  1. Opal

    I return

    I remember you, sorta kinda. Nice to see you back.
  2. I'll probably call you Miles, just so that Tales won't be jelly of your similar names. Welcome to the site anyways.
  3. Just went to All State on the clarinet. Not only was it fun, I also got the chance to play hush now quiet now, and recieved multiple brohoofs for it. Win.

  4. ((OOC: What happened to flying ll the way down, like a typical pegasus?)) Well, that was embarrassing, he thought to himself as he brushed off his body. He began to look around the alleyway, dumbfounded as to what to do. Turning towards Raven, he shrugged his shoulders and tilted to one side. So we're down here now. Surely a mute stallion and a shy filly couldn't do much to stop a riot..... Or could we? On a sudden thought, Silent rushed down in the opposite direction of the station, Silent began heading towards the center of town, waving his hoof over his shoulder to get Raven to follow him. ((OOC: Planning on adding a one-shot character to the story. Either you could play it, or I could, or we could bring someone else into the RP to play as her. I'll send the basic info to whoever wants the character.))
  5. Ah, pit stuff. Always fun. And I've only seen a few episodes of House, as strange a man as I may now seem.
  6. I can boogie. Also, marching band is always fun. What instrument do you play?
  7. Hello. Welcome to the site, and hope you enjoy your stay here.
  8. Sensing Raven's intent, he trotted over to the ladder that he had climbed up in the first place. as he placed his hind hoof out onto the first rung, the fleeting thought passed that it would be a lot harder climbing down then climbing up. Unfortunately, the thought came a bit too late, and with a few bangs and a solid thump, Silent fell off the roof and into a broken wagon near the side of a building. A bit dazed, he shook his head for a bit before standing up. Hopefully no passing ponies heard his blunder. From there, he waited for Raven to catch up. She still hasn't said anything about the whereabouts. I wonder if she doesn't know anything after all.
  9. Quite alright, I'm still in one piece, now, aren't I? he replied. Peering out over the edge of the roof, he took a look at the chaos that was once the station platform. Now, I know you don't actually have the wallet, but you wouldn't happen to know where it might've gotten off to by any chance? If this madness doesn't stop soon we might have an all out brawl in the middle of the train station. And indeed, the tension was rising down below. Many seemed to be throwing wild accusations around, causing outrage from those accused, and annoyance from everyone else. If someone were to lose their cool, things wouldn't go down well.
  10. Snapshot watched as the event began to set up. "Carrying a backpack around? Ha. I do that every day, for my supplies!" he said, to no pony in particular. There were already a few others getting the same idea; one had already crossed the finish line, while the other looked as though he might break something out of age. Grabbing a sack filled with potatoes, he waited in the small line before stepping up to take his place. The potatoes were a bit heavier than his supplies, but surely it wouldn't be too hard to make it round trip, right? The whistle blew, and Snapshot began his trek across the field at a fast trot, not wanting to over exert himself too early. Not getting first place didn't bother him, but he at least wanted to finish the challenge. As he made his way towards the end flag, though, he instinctively began picking up the pace. Trying to slow his hooves down was proving to be a challenge, and he could tell that if he were to continue at this pace, he would lose too much steam before making it back to the start. This thought came a little too late, and he could feel the weight on his legs now, his hooves hurting from the strain. It felt like everyone in Equestria was looking at him now, expecting him to finish. And finish I shall! he told himself. Looking down the field, he focused his vision, blocking out everything around him. The ponies, the trees, the birds flying overhead, the sky itself. All that was left now, in his world, was him, the ground in front of him, and the finish line. He knew that he could do this, all it would take was just a small push. Measurement had no meaning to him anymore, and he lost track of how many steps he'd been walking. Me, and the line. Nothing else, he thought. Just me, and the line... And suddenly, he was across. setting the bag down beside him, he lay on his back, waiting for a short dizzy spell to stop clearing his mind. Watching the world spin around him, the sun shining over his head, he took in the simple beauty of the area around him, and the wonderful feeling of not having that darned sack over his shoulder. Feeling the air return to his lungs, he saw another pony cross the finish line, and smiled, realizing what he had just overcome.
  11. Well. Silent still had no idea what he was supposed to do, but it was now rather obvious that he was successfully sending his thoughts to the filly. Hearing her in his head again, he tried again in a whisper, which was still really loud, by most pony's standards. How about now? Am I doing it right? ((OOC: Sorry for taking so long. Some personal matters came up, and I wasn't in the mood for writing anything for a while.))
  12. Silent flinched, backing up and covering his head with his hooves in shock. The voice was definately the filly's, but the thought of telepathy was too much for Silent to wrap his brain around at the given time. He didn't know how she was doing it in the first place, and he was supposed to respond? Even if he did know how to send his thoughts to her, he would be completely freaked out by doing so. And while these thoughts seemingly passed through his mind, the only thing that actually came up was Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God! which if he were to actually say aloud would confuse the heck out of anyone who would happen to be passing by at the given time.
  13. Silent, however, smiled, and forgetting that she didn't know how to read, tore off another sheet of paper, and wrote down "It's quite alright. The only thing bothering me now is that there are even more people down there who are in the same position I was." After handing the paper to her, he frowned again, and placed a hoof on his chin in thought. We're going to have to get a translator if we want to be able to communicate. ((OOC: If you have any OC's who could act as a translator, that would be great. If not, then we'll just make up some filler character for the time being.))
  14. As Silent made his way along the alley, a raven landed in the middle of his path and cawed, doing something with his right wing. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought the bird was trying to communicate with him. How silly, Silent thought to himself. He began to walk around the bird, but once again the bird moved in front of him, and waved his wing again. I must be going crazy. But looking over at where the wing was pointing, he saw a ladder leading up to the roof of the building. Now, ponies weren't necessarily the best at climbing ladders, but after a few minor slips, he finally found himself reaching for the edge of the roof, and from there, swinging his hind legs over the side. The raven flew up from behind, and landed closer to the center of the roof, where he saw the filly, patiently waiting for him. He made a small wave with his hoof, not sure of how to get any message across to her without the use of the written word.
  15. "Now listen up, we're going to find who did this, and we're going to find him now." The chief started. Silent wasn't exactly in the mood for listening to speeches at the moment, though, and his mind drifted to other places. More specifically, where that dark coated filly had gotten off to. She seemed to rush off in a hurry, but Silent had no idea where she went, or what she was doing. He hoped she hadn't ditched her. Silent was snapped back to reality as the chief got close to his face. "I said attention! What you're giving me doesn't cut it." All Silent could do was nod furiously, flushed red from embarrassment. As the chief moved on down the line, continuing his speech, he drifted back into pondering on the whereabouts of the filly. Somewhere to the left, a few geese started cawing, which snapped him out of his thought process yet again. Giving up, he crossed his arms over his chest and sulked. When the cawing got louder, however, Silent looked up towards the sky, and the annoyance on his face slowly turned to awe as he saw just how many birds were flying off of the roof above him. Even more amazing was the fact hat they all seemed to have the intent of landing on the station platform. By now, the noise was too loud for he chief to yell over, and Silent laughed as one of the birds flew across the stallion's face. A tiny voice in the back of his mind told him that this was the time to get away from the crowd. Making sure that everyone was preoccupied with the geese, he slipped down the alleyway that he had met the filly in, and into the town, hoping to find a spot where he could see the filly on the roof.
  16. Silent winced as the guard turned around, and wished that the young filly had picked some more passive form of getting the guard’s attention. As if talking would be too hard. However, seeing the young pony’s antics almost made him laugh, and he covered his hand to his mouth to keep from doing so. As the guard swept his gaze over the crowd, Silent quickly regained his composure. Looking up towards the roof again, he shrugged at the filly before looking back down near the ground to keep her from getting caught.
  17. Thirty minutes passed, and Silent sat there, watching as the crowd around him got more hostile. With nothing better to do, he began to take in his surroundings, hoping to spot the wallet, or at least anything of interest. The station floor was nothing special, just a whole bunch of wooden planks lined in even rows a few feet above the dirt underneath. The faded pink walls of the exterior of the building were sort of pleasing to look at, though, and he slowly led his eye up to the thatched roof of the building; he was about to work his way back down again, when a slight movement near the top of the building caught his eye. There! He spotted the filly that he had seen earlier that day, staring down at him. Part of him wanted to bound up there and teach her a lesson, but he settled for a raised eyebrow, and flicked his head back towards the police officer, in hopes that she would get the intent.
  18. Silent watched as the young pony ran away. I guess I deserve this, he thought to himself. The police officer motioned for him to follow, and he hung his head, slowly moving his hooves in the direction the officer started heading. As they entered the station platform, though, he looked up to find the atmosphere changed dramatically from when he first exited the train. Everyone was staring at some other pony, or multiple ponies, in the room; each with a suspicious look in their eye. A few eyes turned to Silent, and he felt as if their glance were trying to bore into his very soul, searching to find any hint of darkness that might’ve caused this scene. Now feeling more like a specimen than a pony, Silent made his way to the opposite end of the room where the police officer left him with another to search for the stolen wallet. After being checked over in some rather inappropriate places, he was led to a smaller group of ponies near the center of the room, which based on the guards on either side Silent guessed to be the suspects found in the crowd. Good luck getting out of this one, you’ve really outdone yourself, he thought.
  19. Silent cringed as she accidently hit the trash can, and the noise sounded throughout the area. As much as Silent wanted to say he had found the culprit, he was obviously scaring the poor filly. Backing away, his expression softened slightly and almost reached for his notepad again before remembering that she wouldn't even understand what he was writing anyways. So Silent gave the most apologetic face he could muster, hoping to get the point across to the pony in front of him. He was relatively certain that she didn't steal the wallet by now, and felt bad for assuming she did. Out on the station platform, one of the policemen near the alleyway heard the trash can, and swiveled his ears in the direction of the sound. Walking towards the two ponies, he motioned at Silent with his hoof. "You, sir. I must ask that you step away from the filly." After Silent hesitated for a second, the policeman repeated his request, but stronger this time. Silent slowly backed away to the opposite wall.
  20. Silent eyed the filly down for a second before quickly tearing off another paper, scribbling down a reply as fast as he could move his pen. “Out of the entire throng of ponies, you were the only person of considerable suspicion. Quite a coincidence, if you ask me.” Handing the note to the filly, he immediately noticed her confusion, and he put his hoof to his head in annoyance. This was going to be a long conversation. Somewhere above him, a bird cawed out raucously, but he paid it no mind. Birds were everywhere; he’d actually be more surprised if there wasn’t a bird around.
  21. Silent watched as the filly crouched a few feet in front of him, and his tired limbs had no time to respond. Seconds later, he found his muzzle in the dust, and he spat out what dirt he had taken. Turning around, he eyed the pony, giving her his best ‘now look what you’ve done’ face. Taking out his note pad, he quickly wrote down in it, tore off the sheet, and gave it to the filly. “Hand it over,” the paper said. Meanwhile, the police began a search of the ponies in the crowd, trying to find the wallet. A few civilians also helped, or made themselves useful by looking along the ground to see if the pony might have dropped the wallet when moving about the train station. No one thought to look down the alleyway in which the two ponies were, and Silent and the filly were left their own business. There the wallet sat, on the cold rains of the opposite track. As the ponies boarded on the other side, the doors swung shut, and the train started to move. Slowly, the wallet was cut in half and in half again, until nothing was left but a few scraps and a pile of dust.
  22. I click the link, fully expecting to have all of my buzzing questions answered. While it didn't really meet up to those expectations, it obviously wasn't supposed to in the first place, and I guess I'll just have to wait until more info is released.
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