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I read that Microsoft is banning anyone from making money off Halo 4 clips posted on YouTube.

[colour=#ff6666]“Heh….. I wouldn’t say I personally know somepony that I’d trust to become my ehhh… successor.”[/colour] Indeed, Spin Tale’s number of close friends was very few these days. [colour=#ff6666]“When the time comes though, I’ll be sure to make sure that I’ll leave the museum in good hooves. Who knows? I bet loads of history graduates with Ph.Ds out there would beg for a chance to get a curator position, even for a small museum like mine…”[/colour] Right then, a burst of inspiration hit Dr. Tale; [colour=#ff6666]“Of course! I should get students from the university to intern at the museum. Hahaha, why didn’t I think of it before? Usually I’d feel guilty about asking others for help, but with college students… they need work experience, don’t they? Hmmm…. so if they prove trustworthy enough, I can let them actually operate the place every now and then while I can earn additional money by other means. I get what I need, and they get what they need! With any luck, it will all work out.”[/colour]

Hearing Fire Heart’s suggestion about becoming a magic professor, Ingrid Marie’s eye faintly twitched. The counselor never pegged Miss Heart as an instructor type, but who was she to outright state what a filly could do or not do? Besides… perhaps letting the filly explore the options presented by this potential career path would give her added motivation to work on mastering her own powers. Summoning a soft smile, Ingrid told the student; [colour=#008080]“Well, if you want to become a professor, just know that you don’t need the greatest magical aptitude or anything that like; you just need absolute confidence in yourself and your ability to help others with their magic. If you’re interested, I can ask around to see if there’s a magic assistant position available at one of the local magic kindergartens here in Canterlot. You might also want to see what Professor Krashkop can do for you…… assuming nothing else has happened to him, that is. He may be a retired science professor, but I’m sure he can find something for you, too. Meanwhile, never hesitate to give advice and encouragement to your fellow classmates. If you find yourself liking to do any of these things, then I think being a professor just might be in the cards for you!”[/colour]

Ingrid Marie chuckled with Cheerliee as the school teacher described her love for cider. Just as the group of adult ponies reached the kitchen however, Ingrid caught out of the corner of her eye Apple Bloom balancing a mug on the top of her head. Hearing the birthday filly ask which present to open next, the unicorn remembered that she didn’t stick her birthday card with her present. She only bought it this morning back in Canterlot after wrapping Apple Bloom’s My Little Princess gift, and one glimpse at all the cute unicorns and magic spells drawn on card’s cover (titled “Happy Birthday, My Little Pony!” written in big and colorful letters) and the message written inside betrayed the fact that the card was not marketed for earth ponies: “Hope your birthday is a MAGICAL one!” Not as personal as a letter written by one’s self… but at least Ingrid signed “With Love: Auntie Marie” at the bottom and left ten bits. [colour=#008080]“I’ll be with you in a minute Cheerliee,”[/colour] the unicorn alerted; [colour=#008080]“I want to give Apple Bloom her birthday card first!”[/colour] Getting her card out of her saddlebag with levitation and trotting over to the young filly, Ingrid tried getting her Apple Bloom’s attention. [colour=#008080]“You want to open my letter and gift next, sweetie?”[/colour] Ingrid sweety asked, pointing towards her present. [colour=#008080]~Let’s just hope she likes my present… I swear this is the last time I’ll wait til’ the last minute to buy birthday gifts~[/colour]

I don't think teleportation itself would be used as an actual weapon, as TK most likely could accomplish basically the same thing but with less potential magic energy used up. Rather, I see teleportation used as a way for elite unicorn soldiers to breach castles and such; anywhere where pegasi couldn't reach.

Introverted (I) 79.31% Extroverted (E) 20.69% Sensing (S) 54.84% Intuitive (N) 45.16% Thinking (T) 65.52% Feeling (F) 34.48% Perceiving (P) 53.13% Judging (J) 46.88% Your type is: ISTP ISTP - "Engineer". Values freedom of action and following interests and impulses. Independent, concise in speech, master of tools. 5.4% of total population. --------- Personally, I never really cared for these online personality tests. None of them ever have the guts to tell when someone actually could use a personality improvement.

[colour=#008080]“Bon Bon…. errr, right.”[/colour] Only now did Ingrid Marie see the booth’s sign, marked Bon Bon's Bonbons and Chocolates. Apparently, skipping breakfast to go sweet-shopping in Ponyville extra early was not a very bright idea. Not only has it apparently robbed Ingrid of her cognitive capacities, but now a pang of hunger rumbled through her stomach. Holding back a sigh, the unicorn grasped that she had no timely option but to make Bon Bon’s bonbons her morning meal. Yes, eating confectionaries for breakfast was not very ideal, but beggars can’t be choosers; this morning, Ingrid was the beggar. Giving a small wave to Bon Bon’s fillyfriend/employee, Ingrid asked the bon bon seller; [colour=#008080]“Mmkay, how much will it be for a pack of six bon bons?”[/colour] The middle-aged mare hoped Bon Bon wouldn’t pull any sort of highway robbery with her pricing; Ingrid had more important things to do than waste precious time haggling.

[colour=#ff6666]“Hmmmm……”[/colour] For a few seconds, Spin Tale made clicking noises with his mouth before speaking once more. “I suppose I could take a night job or something like that. However, I have to tell you that frankly… leaving the museum isn’t an option… not at this present time.” Pausing yet again for a moment, Dr. Tale considered his next words carefully. [colour=#ff6666]“You see… after my father… suffered his uhhh injury, he wasn’t content to just sit there and receive veteran’s benefits for the rest of his life. It… it was actually he and my mother who founded the Canterlot Army Historical Society. When I entered college, I used much of my free time helping my parents transform what was basically an amateur-enthusiast operation into the… well, professional institution that it is today, museum included. My parents are now retired, of course; they pretty much gave me control over the whole thing when they learned of my hardships getting a professorship. In all honesty, I’d have no idea who could replace me if I quit my job as the Society’s president and curator-in-chief… and I don’t want to see what I and my parents worked so hard to build get abandoned to oblivion… or worse.”[/colour]

[colour=#008080]“Uhh, that’s actually the third floor from the roof, you mean,”[/colour] Counselor Marie slightly corrected Fire Heart. Despite her rather bombastic entrance, Ingrid felt relief as Spirit grew more comfortable around her. Once the two fillies explained how Miss Heart’s new friend also had a gift with fire magic, the beaming counselor chimed in again. [colour=#008080]“So nice to meet you, Miss Spirit. I know Miss Heart here has an amazing aptitude for pryokinesis, but to see another pony with a similar gift… well… I’m sure the two of you can learn a lot from each other!”[/colour]

Hehe, I like apping Tier 3 characters as well. They're basically OCs in all but name. Still, it'd be nice to get a Tier 1 or Tier 2 character one day. Maybe after I app my next OC.....

Greetings! If you're willing to draw OCs, the Request Area's for you, then.

Prologue thread Library Fine of Doom is now fully armed and operational.

The sun was shining, the birds were out singing, and ponies all over the town of Ponyville happily milled about town enjoying lunch hour. Not that Dr. Spin Tale acknowledged his surroundings though; he was too busy fighting nausea while standing right outside the Golden Oaks Library. Dr. Tale had a book to return… an incredibly overdue one that is. He borrowed the book, a journal belonging to the infamous Lootraider, from this very library a few years ago. The tale of how such a diary came in the possession of the local library was quite curious indeed, but Spin long ago traced the clues that brought him to the resting place of Lootraider’s journal. The journal served him will, along with other primary sources the then-student found for his doctorial dissertation. Spin Tale had every intention of bringing the book back by the due date, but then that Nightmare Moon mess happened. After a very brief yet chaotic Night Eternal, Princess Celestia arrived in Canterlot with her long-lost sister in tow. Naturally, the commotion surrounding Princess Luna’s return led the now-doctor to forget all about Lootraider’s diary. Mysteriously, no overdue notices from Ponyville had ever been mailed to Spin… and so the book hid in obscurity; gathering dust in a closet stuck behind a pile of boxes for a couple of years. That was, of course, only until yesterday, when Dr. Tale stumbled upon the book again while cleaning out his closest. It didn’t take a genius to predict that Spin Tale didn’t take the news well at all. Ever obsessed with his finances, the curator of the Canterlot Army Historical Museum surmised that he’d have an astronomical library fine to pay off; somewhere in the range of, who knows, a thousand bits! Maybe even ten thousand! He’d go bankrupt for sure! Realizing such a horrible truth would make any pony queasy enough to vomit all over the museum floor. However, Spin Tale gathered his wits (and his icky mess) after trying to understand just how he could have forgotten to return the journal of Lootraider… the answer to that riddle was simple; because that old librarian mare back in Ponyville never mailed him any overdue reminders. It didn’t matter how or why that elderly matron made no effort to get the book back; the very fact that she made no effort to do so meant that nopony knew Dr. Tale had a book that needed returning. If he brought the book back without anypony knowing, then that meant he’d never have to pay that dreaded fine! Not that any of that made Spin Tale less nervous as he hesitated at the library’s doorstep. All through the train ride to Ponyville, the stallion felt the sensation that someone… or something, was watching him. That feeling didn’t leave him as he departed at the train station and trotted over to the town's tree-library. Whatever this stalker was (if there even was one), it did a good job of hiding since Dr. Tale didn’t glimpse any tailers behind him. Perhaps his paranoia was simply acting up on him again? No matter; at least the curator took extra care to brush his mane today, least anypony cast suspicion on him. Taking a final look behind him and glancing at the saddlebag hiding Lootraider’s journal, Spin Tale slowly and quietly opened the library door, hoping that the elderly librarian was out to lunch…

I'm not quite sure when I first heard of FiM, but I do remember looking at preview clips of the Discord episodes over at the MLP topic in one of the forums I lurked at (a Star Wars forum, as a matter of fact). It was at this same forum where I started browsing fanart. Of course, it was only last June when I finally watched the first episode. I can't name an outright-favorite episode off the top of my head, I hope the show lasts for at least a few more years. Happy birthday!!!

Meh. Stuff like this happens all the time, pony or no pony. I'm just glad I don't have to put up with jerk-graffiti down here in suburbia.

[colour=#008080]“Ahhhh… it’s never too early to start thinking about your future,”[/colour] excitedly said Counselor Marie; [colour=#008080]“Before I go any further, I just want to advise you to never look dimly at your career prospects. Believe me; it’s far easier to find your path in life if you have faith that it’ll be a successful. In a way, it also goes hoof-in-hoof with positively visualizing your magic abilities, mmkay.”[/colour] [colour=#008080]“With that said, there are many options out there for pryokinesis practitioners. While steam power generation is still currently a bit iffy, there’s demand out there for ponies of your caliber that can ignite fuel sources. If you’re willing to settle for a lower-paying but more stable, you could always find a servant job lighting candles and lamps; personally, I think you can do way better than that, though. Enlisting in the Royal Equestrian Army could be another option; you probably wouldn’t be using fire magic per say, but it’ll show them that you have the aptitude to become a magus. Those jobs are what I can think of immediately off the top of my head, but I assure you there’s plenty more to choose from. Just take a peek at a Canterlot business directory the next chance you get and see what you find.”[/colour] Ingrid wasn’t finished yet; [colour=#008080]“I… I just want to remind you that even though you have incredible gifts, they don’t necessarily have to be your destiny either.”[/colour] The counselor lowered her voice by just a smidgen, as she prepared to reveal aspects of her personal life to the student. [colour=#008080]“You see Miss Heart, my… own special magic ability happens to be “connecting” with plants as it were… and I can pick up on how they’re growing and what they need without relying on just educated intuition. I loved helping my family’s apple trees thrive back when I was just a small filly. That’s how I got my cutie mark, by the way!”[/colour] Ingrid softly laughed as she pointed to the apple image on her flank. [colour=#008080]“As I grew up and attended this very school however, I discovered that I loved helping my fellow ponies perfect their magic talents even more. So once I graduated from here, I studied to become a magic educator instead of finding a career suited to my inherent gifts. But even so… I still find time now and then to do hobbies that give me chances to bond with plants. Don’t feel pressured to find an occupation that only revolves around fire magic, Miss Heart. If you find something that you really, really love to do, go for it! You’ll always be able to find a way to incorporate your gifts in your life even if your career path doesn’t involve magic. By all means embrace the endowments that make you who you are, but always remember that we ponies are defined by much more than our cutie marks and our…..”[/colour] The counselor cut her speech short as she heard the tell-tale sounds of a very powerful spell cast right outside in the hallway. A following yell by Professor Krashkop confirmed Ingrid’s suspicion that another freak accident had just occurred. Cynically rolling her eyes, the elder unicorn lamented she’d probably now have to see what just happened… but not before giving Fire Heart a proper send off. [colour=#008080]“Well, Miss Heart,”[/colour] Ingrid said, faking a tone of cheeriness while hiding her impatience; [colour=#008080]“I think this evaluation has gone very well today. Is there anything else you want to ask me before you leave today?”[/colour]

Dr. Spin Tale pondered Heart Healer’s words for almost a minute. He thought about applying for debt relief every now and then (only to every time disregard stooping that low), but Dr. Tale never considered finding a second job before. Then again, managing the Society and its museum took up much of the curator’s time. Some time passed, and Spin spoke again; [colour=#ff6666]“Well, I like the idea of finding a temporary job, but I’m not sure if I can find enough time for one. I keep my museum open every day of the week, as it is.”[/colour]

Hmmmmm....... I never paid for a commission before in my life. Perhaps you'll be the first artist I've ever officially commissioned, LM?

[colour=#008080]“It’s quite alright, Miss Heart,”[/colour] Ingrid reassured the filly as the two younger ponies lifted her onto her hooves again; [colour=#008080]“These things just happen sometimes.”[/colour] Having heard Spirit’s hushed question earlier, Ms. Marie looked towards the skeptical-looking unicorn and answered; [colour=#008080]“In response to your earlier inquiry, it’s my job as the school’s guidance counselor to help students refine their gifts, offer guidance on what future careers to follow, and to otherwise evaluate their progress… oh, speaking of Miss Heart, don’t forget your routine evaluation is coming up next week. You remember where my office is, right?”[/colour] Bringing her attention back to Fire Heart’s companion, Ingrid asked out of curiosity; [colour=#008080]“You’re not a student at this school, are you Miss Spirit? Pardon me for asking, but what sorts of magic are you capable of?”[/colour]

Now here was more like it; unlike Cantrip, Gold Standard acted much more adjusted to his settings. For Ingrid Marie, that means she won’t have to necessarily give the colt extra attention. Not that the instructor didn’t like tutoring students who needed the extra help, but being responsible for an entire class (a class hours away from where she lived, for that matter) ensured that Ms. Marie’s one-on-one tutoring time would be quite limited. The more students with Mr. Standard’s disposition, the better. Instructor Marie’s eyes widened as the gold colt climbed onto her desk and performed a balancing spell. Boy, he sure was a bold one! If he actually practiced, he would be able to keep at it for at least a….. nope, it only took a few seconds for him to wobble and fall. Fortunately for Ingrid, Misty Magic once again proved her worth by “catching” the lad in time; perhaps Miss Magic wouldn’t be such a bad assistant after all. Anyway, Ingrid Marie guessed that Mr. Standard probably didn’t practice his magic enough each day. However more importantly, the colt lost control of his magic after seemingly losing his initial bravado. In all her years of counseling and tutoring, Ingrid noted that one of the very most common stumbling blocks towards achieving magical mastery happened to be a lack of confidence. Whatever form it takes, as soon as a learner starts thinking about potential a failure or screw-up, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. That sort of tutoring would have to wait for a little bit though. Once the applause died down, Ingrid simply asked the colt; [colour=#008080]“So Mr. Standard, how much time do you practice your abilities each day?”[/colour]

Obviously, it's there to be sneaky and to hide from me. Those pirates!

Greetings! Have you ever done any RPing before, by any chance?

Since I don't think many RPers have apped those sorts of characters, they'd probably have to be "NPC Villains" of some sort. As for my current characters, the only one I'll even consider putting in an adventure RP is already slotted for Staff of Fate. But when when I app my next OC, I'll keep this series in mind.

Howdy, partner! Sorry to say, but I don't eat pineapples.....