Opal

After the long ride from Stalliongrad to Ponyville, Silent Cheer was about ready to collapse. All he needed was a good bed and some breakfast in the morning to be happy right now. Stepping off of the train, he stretched his limbs, and took in the sights around him. The dark wooden planks that he stood on were a bit worn, but held his weight nicely and only squeaked a little as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to regain blood flow to his legs. Once everybody was off the train, more ponies took their place to get on, and a small crowd formed around the fancy doorway as the flow of the two groups intermingled with one another. Bumping past the other ponies, Silent was almost to the edge of the crowd when a shout from inside the crowd was heard above the rest of the noise. “My wallet!” somepony yelled, causing Silent to do an about face to see where the shout had come from. One of the higher class ponies had a hoof to his side, where the wallet must’ve been before it got stolen. Then, pandemonium struck. A few policemen who were standing in the corner began to make their way over to the crowd. Everyone else gathered around the pony who had his wallet stolen, and Silent was the only one to notice a single, dark pony making her way around the corner of the station, a raven following her as she brushed against the brick wall. Not able to alert anypony else, Silent began to give chase, hoping to catch the filly before she got away. As he rounded the corner, the pony sensed her pursuer, and began to run, instead of walk. But Silent could sense he was gaining, and it was only a matter of seconds before he would be able to catch the pony, and hand the wallet back to its rightful owner. ((OOC: You don't really have the wallet, by the way. My character's just extremely rash, and rather judgemental.))

Hello, and welome. Hope you enjoy your stay here.

I think I've done something similar on a different site. Please, sir, may I hear some more?

You're studying under Princess Celestia?! Lucky! All I got was a boring old high school...... So jelly.... But anyhows, welcome to the site.

For the most part, I keep ponies away from my family and my family keeps away from the ponies. It's nice to hear others have fun expiriences with them.

figures, Octavia thought to herself. Just when she starts acting nice she goes and dissapears on us. "Well then, I assume we might as well look for her. As much as I hate to admit it, it's not much of a party without her silly antics," she said, voicing her thoughts aloud.

Octavia had baan too caught up in the music to notice the missing ponies, looked up at the sound of Lyra's frantic voice. "Wait, wha-?" she asked. "What's the problem?"

((I don't know how much I'll be able to comment, pretty sure my computer fried during a thunderstorm))

So how bout dem asdf movies? Can't wait to see you in the RP area.

Get ahold of yourself, Silent thought. There's a pony out there in some serious trouble, and you go straight to the bathroom for some minor squeemish sickness? What's wrong with you!? He had to walk out of there eventually, and felt that it might as well be now. Waiting for a couple of seconds, he counted to three in his head before slowly opening the door. Luckily for him, the pony was already bandaged. He walked over to the rest of the group, and after getting a glance from the house owner, quickly wrote down "sorry" on his notepad. He gave the best apologetic grin he could muster, even blushing a bit on purpose. Figured himself a jolly good actor, when he wanted to be.

I'm not sure how this could be considered a troll. If she intended it to be an insult, just grin really big, and say thank you to her in an oh so cheery voice. Rub it in her face that you actually wanted these as gifts.

They have a parkour pony meetup? O.o Welcome to the site,Appletwist.

Yes. Yes. Yes. So much yes. Okay, now that that's out of the way, welcome, and have a great time here.

Now, Octavia had never heard so many different styles of music in her life. Listening to the song, she slowly began to pick out the distinct differences of this style of music. Many songs seemed to be syncopated, and had a cheerful, upbeat key to them. Once she felt she had the feel, she picked up her cello, and, after a bit of thought, left the bow in the case. Normally, she wouldn't use this 'unorthodox' method of playing, but it seemed to fit the music in a way. Her fingers plucked the strings in a way that sounded almost pleasing to the ear. Well. Two new styles of music in one day, she thought to herself. I guess I really could learn something new every day.

Silent Cheer took the pot off of the stove and set it on the counter beside him. He stuck another note onto the pot, saying "Whatever you need this for, it's here." He brought the pot into the room with all the other ponies to find the injured pony bleeding all over the sheets that were laid out for him. Not the one to enjoy bloody sights, Silent set the pot at the house owner's feet, and slowly retreated to the bathroom for a while, to satisfy his upturning stomach. I really am some form of terrible, he thought to himself, as more of his lunch fell into the pot. Feeling better, he tore off another sheet of paper, and posted it outside the door, this one saying "If you need any more help, I'm in here". An arrow pointed to the door.

Well from what I can tell, the people on the other forum were just being jerks. However, I guess I really don't know much of the story, and shouldn't be the one to judge at the time. But aside from that, welcome, and hope your stay here doesn't end up as bad as last time.

Umm... Hello? Yeah, my friend told me to call this number. Something about setting us up as a blind date?

Silent took a look over the scene, taking in the once cheerful room. Feeling the need to do something, he tore off yet another sheet, and wrote down a response. "I'll heat the water, you can get the bandages," it read. Silent began his trek into the kitchen, and rummaged around in the cupboards befor finding a pot suitable for the job at hand. Filling it with water, he hummed a tune in his head, even if he was physically unable to hum it out loud. Setting the water onto the stove, he turned the dial and prepared for the few minute wait until the water reached boiling point.

Heal: Discord +3 Hurt: Gilda -3

Oh, it was only practice? At least you worked out all the kinks before the performance, something like that could be a serious problem on field.

Silent quickly tore off the top piece of paper from the note pad, and put his pen to the paper once again. Holding up the sign, Silent have a nod to go with the quick "good evening" he had just written out. Setting the pad down again, he picked up the loose paper he had torn off just in time to hand it to the mare who opened the door. "Hello, just checking to see if that pony's alright?" the pad said. Silent raised an eyebrow, trying to mimic the concern he felt for the stallion he had seen. While conversation wasn't the easiest for him, he'd certainly make due with what little he had. ((Fine by me, I'm all for sleep in a few minutes anyways.))

xD I could totally see that happening. Although, as bad as she must've felt at the time, she's gonna have an awesome story to tell later on.