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Badly, if I'm honest.

this is an awesome idea :3 Sent from my C771 using Tapatalk

Dixie frowned quizzically. The idea that she was less capable than a unicorn had never once occurred to her. "No," she replied simply, before she thought it a little rude to terminate such a conversation quite so bluntly, and attempted a quick save. "I just take what I'm given and make the best of it. Really, it's all you can do." She hadn't meant to offer such a simple platitude, but at least she wasn't giving her company one-liners any longer. She let the conversation lapse into silence until the unicorn picked it up again, and was dutifully quiet while she talked; she could not resist raising an eyebrow at the sudden turn to morbidity, however. She still had a mildly disgusted look on her face when Mal turned to look back at her with an indescribably depressed expression, which had the effect of momentarily overwhelming her rational mind and filling her with an immense sadness, herself--such was the price of empathy, and Dixie faintly realised that she pitied her, though she had no specific reason to do so. Finally, she found her voice amongst the emotional tangle, and tried to step closer, inexplicably concerned with the well-being of this complete stranger. "Dear... Are you all right?" she asked gently.

Today was the day of the big race, and it seemed like the whole town had turned out for it, plus the country bumpkins from some distance away. Dixie scolded herself--she shouldn't think of them like that. After all, she came from an agricultural family, and whether or not they were part of high society made no impact on the no doubt vital services they provided. Dixie had no one to really cheer for--although she had encouraged Bonnie to enter the race, the self-conscious zebra had in her own way refused adamantly, and Dixie, knowing when an argument was lost, had at long last given up. Of course she wasn't going to run herself, being unsuited to such endeavours in the extreme, but it did provide an interesting distraction and was an excellent social backdrop, with the chance to meet ponies from all around. This was the main reason she had come, taking a breather from her coursework in Trottingham, and she was looking forward to spending the next couple of days enjoying herself. "Have fun, everypony!" she called after the thundering herd, and turned to see who was left.

Dixie hobbled along as best she could, hopping every few feet to avoid putting any weight on her ailing hoof. This whole business was most distressing, and the sooner she could be done with it, the better. Why, she couldn't even keep up with this pony! "Slow down!" she pleaded, trying to move faster to catch up, entirely unaware that the distance between the two was intentional. "Oh heavens," she sighed, frustrated and rather embarrassed to be seen with such an infirmity. It took the grey mare a minute to realise the pony was trying to make small talk. "Oh, well..." She didn't think she had ever been asked that question before. "It's...fine? I suppose," she answered hesitantly, unsure if there was some hidden barb. She hopped along, trying to think of something else to say, but everything sounded a bit ridiculous or potentially--albeit unintentionally--cutting. "How is...being a unicorn?" she asked, bewildered that she should be asking the same sort of question.

Image thanks once again to lonewolfkait! Name: Bonnie Gender: Female Age: Young mare Species: Zebra Pelt Colour: Black, with white stripes Mane/Tail Colour & Style: Close-cut and really quite spiny black-and-white mane; short and sparse black tail Eye Colour: Brown Cutie Mark: Large, single white star Physique: Stocky; smaller than male zebras, but buffer than some female ponies Residence: Trottingham Roleplay Type: Main RP Occupation: Maidservant Motivation: Bonnie is almost Dixie's other half, being quiet where Dixie is boisterous and thoughtful where she is emotional. Fast friends since meeting in childhood, where Bonnie worked as an assistant to her parents, who were maid and butler to Dixie's family, Bonnie has had the opportunity to work elsewhere, but prefers to stay in Dixie's employ both for friendship's sake and because she dislikes change. Unknown to her, Dixie feels like she controls Bonnie's life choices far too much, and although she feels guilty about it, continues to do so. Bonnie doesn't seem to notice and has never once thought about it, considering her life to be in her own hooves. Character Summary: Bonnie is a second-generation Equestrian, born in to zebra parents native to a land from far across the ocean. She is a reserved, quiet mare, prone to bouts of insecurity and easily embarrassed. Her accent is almost indecipherable, being a creole of an Alabamare twang and her parents' native phonology, but is nevertheless understood by Dixie, who has been her best and perhaps only friend since both were foals. Bullied as a filly, although she was always by far the stronger, she was defended by Dixie in their school; Bonnie's parents would have preferred to have home-schooled her primarily for this reason, but everypony knew this was unfortunately not possible. Bonnie eventually came to subconsciously rely on Dixie for support, which is perhaps another reason why she has not sought employment elsewhere.

does it make it better if i'm in the minority too of course furry so

oh bother i just can't see dixie participating maybe on the sidelines?

Dixie furrowed her brow, injured and indignant, and set her jaw firmly against the insult. This wasn't fair! "You galloped straight into me!" she protested, mindful to keep her tongue firmly in check so that she did not continue and say something she might later regret. Things said and done in the passion of anger, she reminded herself from some far-distant corner of her mind that was still free from the emotional storm that was brewing, were rarely beneficial to anypony. It was perhaps a good thing, Dixie thought, for the pony seemed to have relented anyway. She stared up at her for a moment, before she made up her mind. She'd show this... ruffian! that she wasn't just some China doll. She nodded stiffly, but waved away the offered hoof dismissively. "Thank you," she replied primly, trying not to grunt it out as she made to stand on her own. She brought herself unsteadily to her full height, and hopped around while she tried to get her balance without using her bad hoof. Nearly taking another ungraceful tumble once, and then twice, eventually she settled, and was only a little wobbly. "Now... That clinic?" she prompted, trying to look as dignified as she could in her position.

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top gear and lie to me, when it was still on the new thundercats, although i'm rly skeptical about it now that's it, eeyup

I think it was Traffic Department 2192, and I was 5 or 6 at the time. Always been a PC guy.

Dixie sniffed, about to deliver a truly scathing retort, but cut herself short at the last second. It would have been, after all, highly improper for a lady. Instead, she wiggled her nose and made as if she had been about to sneeze, and shook herself to get her coat down into its proper setting. She tossed her head, flinging one of her braids back across her neck. "Well, it's all right, in any case," she answered. It was a most unsettling shock, truth be told, but she would keep a stiff upper lip in public. "My name is Dixie." In her preening, she hadn't noticed what was surely readily apparent rage on the pony's face, however, and merely lofted an eyebrow quizzically. "You sound as if you're in pain, dear." She made to step closer. "Are you sure you're all ri-ah!" Dixie tumbled to the ground again, and held her front left ankle to her chest, a pained expression racing across her face to twist it pitiably. She winced, and made a sucking noise through clenched teeth. "Oh dear."

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soon... very soon...

Gone for a month. *shoots self*

>Can banish an Ursa Minor >trix...oh i got a 68%

i watched the movie tbh this was because somepony linked me the smooze song and it was so ridiculous i couldn't help myself was not disappoint

Dixie had been letting her mind wander apart from her hooves, letting herself get tugged every which way by the ebb and flow of ponies coming and going. She had noplace in particular to be going, but it was after all her mission to find out where she might want to go, if not to actually go there that very day. This was all a very automated process however, which left her mind free to stroll down the sometimes labyrinthine corridors of her thoughts while her hooves daintily clopped on the cobblestone paths. She was quite lost in this state of being when she was suddenly jostled from it. The violent impact robbed her of her memory of what she had been doing, having had no thought of it for some time, and entirely of her senses. She lay on the street, bewildered and dazed; she tried to look around, but found she had no landmarks to get her bearings from, which was when she espied another pony on unsteady hooves a pace away--a likely culprit for her current ungraceful landing, she thought. "Good heavens!" was all she could manage before the shock wore off. And then, a moment later: "Who are you?"

hey all, sorry i haven't been parsting on the rps trying to settle in/inprocess up here and it's looking like it's going to involve a lot of running around and a literal mountain of paperwork

i can't rly figure out how to control my circles, but i do like the concept of the hangout thing even if i can't use it on this connection/computer

has anyone seen bubblegum crisis (the original and police files mind) well 80s cheerliee + that also with poniesi've been nostalgaing hard lately sorry :u not asking for anything specific i just want the spirit of these things to be ponified p.s. i have monies if you want

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i agree wholeheartedly with op's original opinion it gets even more pitiable when you consider diamond tiara and silver spoon, whose special purpose in life is...that they're rich (and if they were to ever lose this part of their life, well...) i can't help but feel really bad for both these characters :<