kamerad

I think it should be backwards. I'll drink in you guys' honour or something.

Dixie watched the two carry on, concerned that there should be so much negativity so near her, and shot the nurse a look that was equal parts thankful and pleading. "No, no, it's quite all right," she tried to assure her, in an attempt to get the unicorn to stay and to stave off an argument between the two, but the nurse glared back at her as sternly as she had just done with Mal, and Dixie relented with a sigh. It was her ward, she supposed reluctantly, and that would just have to be that.

The grey mare perked up when she was addressed as the other was leaving, and nodded amiably. "I shall call on you, then," she replied with a certain resoluteness, and paused for a heartbeat. "Mal."

I think ED drew me in with a combination of art, stories and music. I'm not sure what did me in first. Probably the art if I had to guess.

My favourite fan-made piece of media (I'm not very articulate tonight sorry) is Tangled Up In Blues. It's...very touching, and very peaceful, and has just the right ending.

I use this one errwhere.

I have more guns then most solders see in a life time

nope

the inside of an arms room is an awesome sight to behold

ot, i don't know if this is something to brag about but i'm one of exactly two people that i know that are cross-dominant (left eye/right hand)

Dixie looked worriedly at Mal, uncomfortably imagining what the unicorn could have possibly done in that awful, eldritch wood. She shuddered while her imagination ran wild, leaving her sense well behind. There were almost no unicorns where she had grown up, but living with the well-to-do had introduced her to some faraway unicorn acquaintances, whom she could recall manipulating objects with their magic when they came to call upon her family. Dixie imagined all manner of horrible things that Mal could have done; saw in her mind's eye a manticore being ripped apart from the inside out, saw a river serpent being tied in knots until its spine broke. She shut her eyes and shuddered, trying to drive away the horrifying visions and reassure herself that the unicorn was merely being dramatic; she would have fainted in lunacy-inducing terror had she known what Mal was really capable of.

She broke herself out of her nightmarish reverie when she heard herself being addressed--or she gathered so, after a moment of silence when the nurse did not respond. "N-no," Dixie stammered, staring at her hoof instead of the unicorn. "I don't think it's broken." She tried to roll it around experimentally, and winced at the spike of pain that came in answer. She didn't know what a broken ankle felt like, but imagined it would hurt much more than this, although it was quite painful enough for her right then.

Yeah gravity-defying Rarity threw my mind for a loop.

I'd be interested in this too; I did some dramatic readings of some (awful) RP posts a while back, and it was pretty fun. Perhaps we could tag-team!

While I would rate Discord as a magnificent troll, and I think I could wield him effectively as a character, that he uses magic to accomplish his tricks makes him vulnerable to Sue plots in fanfics. Trollestia doesn't, so the thought required to create a trollish plot is greater and is probably more rewarding for the reader.

AUGH. FAST.

Also, 'discovered' the elements? And there's OLDER STUFF than them? Cthulhu ho!

Bets on Luna helping Discord to steal the elements.

Dixie sighed quietly, and shook her head in dismay--it would take some time to crack the pony's seemingly chinkless armour, but she determined that she would do it, and not only for the challenge, but because she found herself more and more genuinely caring for this mare. She limped awkwardly into a little office with a desk, and found herself a stool to rest on. She admittedly was a little impatient for the nurse to return, but understood intellectually that she was probably one of the only ponies there at the time. She found her attention wandering to a few posters, to some implements laid out on a counter, to a box of sterile hoof-gloves--anything to keep her mind occupied at least a little. At long last--although it had really only been a couple of minutes--the nurse returned with Mal, to Dixie's mild surprise. She cast a glance her way and lifted a hoof to give a friendly wave--

--and she saw Mal's horrifically scarred face. She squeaked in shock, and brought her raised hoof to her mouth so quickly that she slammed it into her jaw. Of course it would be her injured hoof, too, and she now had double the pain. "Oh oh oh oh..." she whined as quietly as she could.

Have done, and thank you. :3

>resurrects thread

How is the *claw system? I want to try it, but I haven't found any games.

Eccentricity.

No, but really, maybe honesty.

If pugilism is related to pugnus ("fist"), then ungula ("hoof") = ungulist?

Ready!

Dixie nodded sympathetically. She had no experience with what the mare had gone through to make her dislike her memories so, but felt she could still relate to her. "Oh, I don't know about mean," she said, trying to be cheerful without quite being overbearing. "But I think I know something about ornery." The corner of her mouth turned up in a barely-perceptible smile when Mal turned away, and she hopped out awkwardly from behind her for the nurse's convenience; she had been standing somewhat out of sight beyond the threshold. Stepping forward as the nurse gestured and said something rather meaningless, she made sure to come within earshot of Mal.

"I wouldn't mind it being my problem, you know," she said quietly, before hurrying along to catch up with the nurse.

Dixie is my other character; I've been kind of RPing as Bonnie without having an application for her, although she hasn't done much except provide background.

I'll change that real quick.

Some work done. This feels right.

Badly, if I'm honest.

this is an awesome idea :3

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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.