SirDemirci

I'd love to continue, but I dunno what we could do now.

Kinda hard to roleplay when Papyrus hasn't responded since Janurary.

Black Hole took a seat, with Nebula being only a head taller than the table before them. Handing her food, Black turned to Papyrus and sat his helmet on the table. "So, Miss Papyrus. What do you do for a living?" While this went on, Nebula was cutely trying to eat the burger, which was too large for her tiny filly jaw to envelop. She scrunched her nose, trying to find a method to the delicious oats and bread. This went unnoticed by Black, who was watching Papyrus in keen interest. "And tell me of this... Calypso."

Black Hole would turn his attention fully to his new-found acquaintance. "Shockblast Salon? That's halfway across town from her home. I was only called out here due to a disturbance, which led me to you and my filly." Turning his attention to the young filly, he gave her a stern look, "Little Nebula, you're going to take me to this salon. At least that explains your new manecut." The filly shrank back, but was at least reassured from Black Hole's nuzzling to her forehead. "Not in trouble, sweetie, just need to have a chat with this mysterious 'C' pony."

Nebula would quickly chime in her own, "Oatburger and Hayfries!" Though she didn't really see if the clerk noticed, or even took her order. With a squeal however, the veteran would lift his daughter up onto his head. She looked like a little filly plumage on the stallion's head. "Where, by chance, did you catch my little star, Miss Papyrus?" He pried, waiting for their food to arrive. "She's normally out here on the streets, and Quasar or one of my cadets find her wandering. No thanks to..." He quickly clear his throat, trying to keep himself from going into a sour demeanor. Looking down at the mare, he'd poke at the filly on his head, much to her squealing enjoyment as the tip of his hoof poked her.

Nebula's father, Black Hole, softened slightly at her words. He took a shaky breath, and finally his eyes softened to whatever point the veteran could do. "...You're taking the time out of your day to help feed my daughter." He seemed slightly taken aback, but kept it deply to himself through a stoic face. "I... have never met another pony in this city who'd do such a thing." Turning to Ruby, he'd nod and dismiss the young stallion. Ruby, giving her sister one last glance, departed from the scene and disappeared down the street. Taking his helmet off, the stallion's crimson mane was all over the place, untidy and unkempt under the plumage of his helmet. "I apologize for my shouting. My daughter... I can't see her due to issues with my wife, and my job keeping me away." Sticking his hoof out, his mouth curled into a smile. "Sergant-At-Arms Black Hole, Fourth Canterlot Patrol Squadron. Please, order whatever you two would like."

Nebula would nudge Papyrus forward and smiled, "Come on, Miss Papyrus! I know this pony, he's the best pegasus chef in all of Equestria!" She'd tried to pull the larger pony along with her to the cafe. Getting in line, she'd be wide eyed at the menu, trying to decide exactly what she wanted. However, there was a thunderous voice that echoed along the street, turning heads and scaring someponies. "Nebula!" Said filly would squeal, hiding under Papyrus as a pair of guards marched towards the cafe. The two were intimidating in their sheer demeanor, and their polished golden armor reflected against the sunlight. The former was shorter, and was a splitting image of Nebula, and the eyepatch was a dead giveaway to just who he was. It was Ruby Quasar! The latter, however, was more intimidating. He was a unicorn stallion of a serious demeanor, with a deep crimson mane and bright red eyes. He was simply an epitome of strength, his muscles toned and built for a fight. Running along his muzzle was a deep scar, marring the stallion's face. Almost immediately, the older one was in Papyrus' face and looking down at her. "Miss, give me a good reasoning as to why you're with my foal and why I received multiple notices of a foalnapping?" Ruby would simply stand at attention, but kept an eye on the filly.

Nebula would happily follow behind Papyrus, the filly pausing to give Calypso a wave goodbye and disappeared outside of the salon. Stomach growling, and still slightly drowsy, she kept extra close to her new-found friend. She was smiling, brightly, happy as she was before.

Nebula would fix her things, setting her textbooks and papers down on the desk. Double checking her stuff, the filly would nuzzle her picture of her family after taking it back. Finding a mirror, she'd check over her new mane style and smile brightly, the blue highlights going perfectly with her. "O-O-Okay, I-I'm r-r-r-ready!" She'd smile brightly, dressed in her saddlebag, her bag filled with bits now firmly clamped in her mouth.

Nebula slowly smiled, slowly slipping off her chair and pulling Papyrus' into a hug that she could manage. She seemed suitably more cheered up by the mare's words. "O-Okay!" Just at that, a low rumbling emitted from her stomach, and the filly smiled. She knew it'd be nicer finding a place to stay compared to going back home and dealing with her mother. Nebula would frown and shook her head, "I-I'm h-hungry, g-gonna go f-find s-something to e-e-eat with M-Miss P-P-Paa..." She seemed cutely unable to say Papyrus' name. "I-Is that o-okay with y-y-you?"

Nebula would nod, and proceed to realize that she didn't have anything for lunch. Looking down, she spoke in rather strained voice from her sore throat, "I-I.. um n-n-never packed a l-lunch b-b-before...." She'd quickly put the crook of her foreleg to her muzzle and cough. Finding something, she quickly cleared her leg of the nasty mucus. "D-Do you k-k-know a-a p-place that w-w-won't k-kick m-m-me o-out?" She'd ask Papyrus innocently, seeing as she didn't have anywhere else she could get off. Nebula would nod to Calypso, promising herself she'd explain absolutely everything to Calypso after her break. She gave him a determined nod, but squeaked and held her hooves up to her head, which started into giving her one hell of a headache. (( Due apologies for being so short with this, I'm a bit drowsy when writing it. ))

Nebula, face and eyes reddened, would gently nod up at Calypso. She didn't want to honestly talk, just felt... really sleepy all of the sudden. From Calypso's point of view, she'd look honestly a bit drowsy.

After letting Calypso show the customer her family photo, she looked up to her boss and listened to his words, and promptly did so. Digging her face into his side, she finally broke down again. This time she wasn't crying softly, she worked up to a point she was nearly shouting her cries. Holding onto the stallion, she vented all of her feeling. She blubbered, cried, and drooled slightly as she vented all of her feelings. She was shaking heavily as she tried to apologize, only to tangle her words into a incomprehensible mush. It took her a good ten minutes, but finally she quieted down into soft shudders, a sore throat, and shaking.

Nebula would look up and notice Papyrus, her eyes bloodshot and rather wet with tears. She was a bit shocked to see the mare standing there and realized that she might've heard the entire thing. She couldn't do anything to salvage her attitude but slumped. Nebula felt ashamed a customer walked in and saw her like this, further digging herself into a hole that she was still a stupid filly. Wiping her eyes, she tried to hold back from crying. She always did this, every single job she had a meltdown and eventually lost employment and again relied on her elder brother and father. To this, it pretty much sealed her fate as being fired, sure that Calypso would do so.

Nebula shuddered as she started, "H-He was n-n-nice, a-a-always g-gave m-me s-s-stuff w-w-when l-l-living with m-m-mommy." She pointed her hoof at her saddlebags, the pouch of bits lying next to it. "H-He s-said t-t-that w-w-was h-his p-pay f-f-for work." As if on instict, Nebula leaned her head into Calypso's side and continued, "H-He w-w-worked a-at a m-m... s-shop place."

Nebula pointed her hoof at her big brother, "R-Ruby Q-Quasar." Then pointed to her twin, "H-He w-w-was S-S-Spectral C-C-Cosmos..." At the mention of his name, Nebula turned and scrunched her face, trying not to cry again.

Nebula would look up at Calypso and back to her photo, and sniffed. "M-my b-big b-brother, a-a-and my t-t-twin b-brother." She leaned her head back down and stared at it, looking at her big brother. "H-H-He's l-living w-w-with D-Daddy up a-at w-w-work." She, however, refused to explain her other brother. All she did was let out another sniff and wipe her eyes with her foreleg.

(Guess she had to go.)

Nebula would sniff loudly, but continued tapping the picture and repeating her rhyme. It almost became repetitive to a point she wouldn't realize that anypony would enter the backroom.

Nebula would pause, then slowly lift her saddlebags up and look over to Calypso, and spoke in a sad tone but without any stutter, "Daddy always wears that dumb gold stuff, and Mommy doesn't care how I look." She then trotted into the back. There she dug out the mysterious object. It was a small framed picture of herself, looking slightly younger with a adolescent stallion and another colt. The two looked like a splitting images of Rose, with the same hair colour and coat, except the colt's eyes were a lighter shade of blue and the older wore a eyepatch. Propping it up, Nebula just stared at it. She honestly didn't want to explain where the money came from, or what she was doing with all that stuff. She'd gently knock her forehead on the table before looking back up at them. She'd then gently tap the adolescent stallion's forehead, "One, Two. Always new. Three, Four. Adventures to do." She'd repeat it. "Why am I such a clumsy mess?" She mumbled to herself.

Nebula would quickly wipe her eyes, trying to keep her papers from scattering and muttered a weak 'Thank you'. However, she'd pause and grab something from the pile of bits and quickly hide it away from Tipper. She'd proceed to grab the bits lying and try to put them each inside her bag. It would've been surprising seeing as this little filly had so much bits on her.

Nebula would lie down, watching as Calypso did his work and continued acting funny around Miss Papyrus. Then with a sudden realization, "Oh no!" She jumped to her hooves and charged adorably into the back room and quickly returned with her saddlebags. However, still winded, she only caused herself another adorable accident. This time she tumbled directly into the counter, and ended up spilling her saddlebags across the floor. Textbooks too old for her age, along with paper and pencils spilling across the ground. Aswell, a bag full of bits would spill out, giving the paper a golden shine with the metal coins. "No no nooooo!" She squealed, quickly trying to pick up her mess. She finally messed up, big time. Trying desperately to shove the papers back into the saddlebags and causing a even bigger mess.

Nebula would quickly abandon her previous endeavor, lifting from her spot and rushing around the room with speed. She'd slowly bring all the supplies ordered by her boss, first the number three bar, followed by bringing a pail of water, and bring the scissors and comb in her mouth, setting them with the rest. By the time she'd brought the bottles to Mr. Tipper, the little filly was panting up a storm. She wasn't honestly the kind for exercise, and running back and forth so quickly tired her out. Taking a moment, she sat down beside the counter and tried to catch her breath.

Nebula would trot over, obediently following Calypso like the good assistant she was and watch the scene unfold. She tilted her head curiously while watching, but kept pointedly silent. She watched how her boss acted around Papyrus, having only seen such actions during the last Hearts and Hooves Day. So why was Mister Calypso doing this stuff to this nice mare? In the meantime, she made herself useful by going to retrieve something she needed, only to adorably tumble back onto her face with another squeak.

Nebula would return to Calypso's side, but nervously look over to the new customer. However, from her hooves tapping on the ground, side to side, she'd appear more nervous than satisfied.