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Opal

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  1. 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.

  2. More Parkour ponies?! AWESOME! I was supposed to go to a parkour pony meet-up later in the summer, but I can't due to schedule conflicts. :(

    Welcome to Canterlot! I'm Star Swirl the Bearded, but I am known by many as "Swirly." I hope you enjoy it here :)

    They have a parkour pony meetup? O.o

    Welcome to the site,Appletwist.

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

  5. 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.

  6. 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.

  7. 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.))

  8. Silent Cheer winced as he saw the pegasus fall through the building, the dissonant clash of keys meeting his ears as the poor old chap hit a piano. Trotting over to the house, Silent took out his notepad, quickly wrote down a simple greeting, and knocked on the door. He hoped the pony was alright, he considered it a terrible shame anytime anypony happened to get hurt, especially during the winter season. He then straightened his back and waited patiently for the door to be opened.

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