Shame

Arty chuckles quietly in response. The admiration of the Wonderbolts was commonplace, and he wasn't surprised that she knew their flight patterns. What was surprising was how willing she was to use him as a seat... Hey, he wasn't complaining... Perhaps it was the painful weight on his knees and shoulders that distracted him... Maybe he just didn't care altogether and was just happy he was here with his idol. He looks up, smiling when he sees her excited expression, looking away before she notices. The planes spun and twisted through the air with incredible grace, just as Dash had done on the show, it truly was a wondrous sight.

Arty chuckled at her attempts. "Here!" He laughs, kneeling down so she can hop up. He stands back up as she gets comfy, letting uer engine the sound of the jets as they begin to take off. He took note of the fact that he had brought her here, he had no intention of seeing the jets, only for her to see them. He silently curses as he realizes he hasn't been thinking through his actions. Yet all the while, he was having an amazing time with her... Perhaps it was for the best?

This is essentially my airship, the fins spread out straight so the canons can fire, of which there are 30, so... Clockwork Armstrong? Anypony? No? Well then, I'll roll in some new types of canonballs, how does incendiary shells sound? I think it'll be fun! Open your mind to the technological possibilities~!!!

Arty chuckled at the words, turning to look at her now frustrated face. "I'm weird?" He then sees that she has hopped onto her tippy toes, which gives him an idea. "I could make it weirder... Wanna sit on my shoulders so you can see?" He pats his shoulder twice in emphasis.

As the cars finished crossing, he revved his engine, taking off as the light changed, nearly spinning his tires. Pushing the speed limit was nothing new to him, but he was fully aware of it as he sped down the road, closing in on the base. They wouldn't have the time for a speeding ticket, they had to get to the show, he didn't want to be late! It was the last show they would make in Boston, it had to happen now. They skidded into the last parking spot seemingly in the whole place. he got out quickly and locked the car, waving her to hurry as he jogged off past the car in front making his way to the ticket booth, where a middle aged woman sat looking rather cross. He came to a stop and took out his wallet. "How much for two adults?" He panted after the words ran from his mouth, shuffling through the bills "[colour=#ff0000]Sold out.[/colour]" She replies dryly, the hint of a life spent smoking grinding through her voice. "S-Sold out?" "[colour=#ff0000]Yeah, no more tickets.[/colour]" "But it's an outdoor show! How do you run out of tickets!" "[colour=#ff0000]Easy, all the tickets were bought before you got here.[/colour]" She crosses her arms and glares at Arty. He pauses for a second, looking down, racking his brain. It immediately comes to his mind that Dash is standing right next to him... This sparks an idea. He reaches down subtly with his right hand, taking hers, intertwining their fingers. "Look, I took her all the way down here from On-Cape, her family just moved her from France, she barely speaks a lick of English, and all she's ever wanted to do since she first heard of them as a child, was to see the Blue Angels... How can you tell her she can't see them, when we've come this far?" He gives her his most sincere expression ever, moving both his hands in gesturing, taking hers with his, making sure the woman in the booth saw. After a few moments of silence, she scoffs. "[colour=#ff0000]Fifty bucks.[/colour]" "Fif-!?" He bites his tongue, drawing out a $50 bill and sliding it under the window as she prints out two tickets and hands them back. "[colour=#ff0000]Enjoy the show, lover boy~...[/colour]" She grinds out the words, followed by a hideous chuckle... More like a cackle. He switches to a far more casual holding of hands, and takes Dash along with her, handing the tickets to a man who lets the group into the open area just past the hangars, being held back by a rope fence. He struggles to see over the adults in front, sighing under his breath as he thinks of a solution.

"Red light." He states bluntly, looking over to her before his mind catches up from his daydream and he points up to the hanging light above the intersection. "We gotta wait until all the other cars go, then me can go." He clears his throat in necessity and reclines in his seat as best he can, leaning down and pressing the button on the radio, immediately starting up with his iPod, some swing, as is preferred. He softly taps the wheel to the smooth beat of 'Ring a ding-ding' by Frank Sinatra, a small smile spreading as he hums the words quietly.

Arty chuckles, he found it a bit cute... But as the laugh faded, it struck him how childish her mind would operate, considering her normal world... He down shifted as they came to a light, he slows to a stop and lets out a disheartened "Pshooo..." He looks off out the window, away from Dash, he was having a hard time sorting himself in such a world-shaking event.

"I've never seen these guys fly before, supposedly it's an amazing sight, considering the jets they fly... I guess it'll be cool..." He punctuates his statement with a shrug, weaving through traffic as they speed along the highway.

Despite the overwhelming noise the car produced, the inside was rather quiet, this led to a rather awkward silence, which Arty attempted to break with a forced clearing of his throat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vi9ZdJnDUE ^ The best imaginable song for Volk http://herzeleid.com/en/lyrics/reise_reise/reise_reise <--- Makes more sense with the lyrics translated. But even without the words, it feels gloomy and powerful, like the duo does together. It is very obvious what he is saying in the chorus though, at least at the beginning/most prominent part: "Reise, reise, seeman reise" or 'Rise, rise, seaman rise' is meant as a wake-up/battle stations call for sailors. It just feels way too perfect in my mind. *shrugs*

"We're gonna be late to the show!!!" He turns, absentmindedly grabbing her hand and leading her quickly to the door guiding her through as he grabs his keys. He closes and locks the door as the car starts, remote starters save the day again! He unlocks the car door and sits down, putting the key in the ignition and putting it in reverse, letting her sit before backing out of the now-open garage door. He floors it off down the street, making his way to the airfield.

I don't believe so, and he is taking Dash to a Blue Angels performance~! ...Colette? Naw, he didn't check...

No worries, Hypno, I gots it!

Arty snapped to, shaking his head and regaining his bearings. What was he looking at? He looks back in his original direction, watching the sky begin to tint slightly in the waning glow of the setting sun. He chuckles, looking to the wall clock, breaking his happy mood like a bullet through glass. Oh no. He nearly throws the laptop to the table, bolting upstairs and opening his door. "Dashie, up up up! We're gonna be late!" He calls out before even opening the door all the way. (Left you an opportunity if you choose to take it :3)

I never do~! Danks, Star!

Name: Volks Haup Gender: Male Age: Younger (Mid-twenties) Species: Gryphon Looks: A lightning-shaped scar crosses his left eye, jagged and poorly healed, as though it was allowed to fix itself. He is commonly seen in black uniform, his oily black hair kept up beneath a general's visor. White feathers and grey claws, a sharp beak and an even sharper gaze. Personality: He is normally reserved and confident, but has far too short of a fuse. He is honorable, but cruel, following a 'Real Politik' mindset, but perhaps on a bit smaller scale. Cutie Mark: None, gryphon, sorry Random Fact: His thick German accent provides him with a horribly hilarious laugh, embarrassing enough to make him refrain at all costs. Your Ship: Rasierklinge (Razor blade), A yacht-looking frigate armed to the teeth with clockwork armstrong canons, about 15 on each side to be exact. Being an airship without ballons, it is powered by a constant updraft created by ~30 unicorns below deck, floating the ship on 8 'fins' resembling that of a fish, that 'flap' to move the ship forward and back, laying still and sideways to hover. In addition to the unicorns' levitation, a massive coal-powered engine drives 75% of the forward propulsion, evening the stress on the unicorns. Rank: Kapitan Weapons/Fighting style: He dons a rather ornate revolver resembling a cross between the Ambassador from TF2 (http://img218.images.../ambassador.jpg) and a LeMat 16g (http://www.littlegun...re lemat-01.jpg) Lifelong dream or general goal: To bathe in the gold his father could never have. History: Born to a petty tinkerer in eastern Equestria, Volk always wanted to be able to spend money. Not to buy something in particular, but just to spend it... A peculiar desire that grew only with time and poverty. His father could never afford to keep a home, and this brought him traveling. How he loved the open skies and the land beneath... Land full of gold. A devious thought crept through his mind and stuck there. With the untimely passing of his father, Volk set out, gathering a small band of sailors under his tyrannical speeches and stealing a rather expensive ship from a wealthy businessman, setting out to feed his insatiable lust for gold. (I know, it's cliche, but I have a twist, Star~! And I'll apologize in advance~!) ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Name: Shame Gender: Male Age: At the time, 872 Species: Who knows? I mean, he LOOKS like a unicorn, but who can be sure? Looks: Sunken features, those resembling a pony who does not care for much of anything, one of these being sleep. Dark rings hang beneath his eyes, complimenting his slumped stature, and his smooth, gloomy voice. (Picture reference? My avatar :3) Personality: To give him a single personality would be to call all sharks 'Tiger Sharks' or all felines 'Bengal Tigers', the most you will likely see at a glance is tired, cold, and generally intimidating for some strange reason. Everything about him just creates the eerie sense of looming death. Cutie Mark: A skull, the mark branded upon his flank by the cult to which his parents belonged. (http://ih3.redbubble...ker,375x360.png) Random Fact: He once tore off his arms with the other just to see if he could. Your Ship: Rasierklinge Rank: First Mate Weapons/Fighting style: Battle Scythe and necromancy, he cares little for the whirring cogs and technology of the time Lifelong dream or general goal: To maintain status quo, and to keep his sister from using the ship captains as a weapon to bring the world to its knees. History: Very little is know of the mysterious creature, all that is rumored is his astounding age and speculations as to the origins of his powers, most label him a demon on sight... Perhaps they are not wrong... (A.K.A. if Star wants me to go into more detail, I can do dat :3)

I hate to sound like a meanie-pants, but I would be more than thankful if somebody were to post in this thread when somebody gets on Canterchat in the RP. I'll wait until tomorrow to wake up Dash, maybe around 2:00 P.M. EST, but if anything new happens before that, I really don't get granted enough time every day to read every post Sorry!

Arty made his way back downstairs, confused but happy. The overwhelming sense of responsibility washing over him, growing with each step. It was odd, he was always one to shy from responsibility, it was too stressful... Something was far different about this though. He plops down onto the couch and picks up his laptop again, rolling to the Chat Room of Canterlot, pausing as it loads to turn down the television, better not wake Dash... There's that feeling again...

It took Arty a moment to proccess what she was doing, it seemed natural, like one of his roomate's girlfriends finding their way upstairs... Then he stopped, dropped the remote and booked it up the stairs, he threw open his door to see her laying on his bed. "I can ex-!" He began, stopping himself when he saw she had already nodded off. He looks around, she hadn't upturned or touched anything but the bed. He had left work terribly early... There was still an hour or so until the show... He could let her sleep. It was then that a twang of thought shot throu his brain. It was only then he realised he had already crossed the room and began tucking her in. Peculiar, but he finished anyways. Before turning and leaving, he halts himself... Kissing his hand and gently placing it on her forehead. He decided it would be best, but he wasn't sure why. He proceeded to quietly close the door and lean against it, his mind racing with questions, too many to target a single one.

Arty blinked hard, silently thanking Celestia for letting her diverge from the topic. It'd be peculiar if she found his favoring of her, or perhaps her character... It truly was odd, like meeting your idol, but with a twist, mainly being she shouldn't exist.

Arty chuckles, his suspicions confirmed. "Well, one of them, you're friends are all the main characters, but you were always my favour-" He cuts himself off and covers his mouth, snapping back to the T.V. as he flushes red. "Boy, this guy sure is funny, huh?" He gestures to the television, attempting to force the conversation off the topic before she became too suspicious... Or asked too many questions.

"W-Well..." He thinks for a moment, watching her scrolling around the page, seeing her wander the forums made him a bit uneasy, so he trailed off watching her. It took only a moment for her to wander into the NSFW art section. "Nononono wait!" He reaches across and pulls the laptop back, closing it and setting it on the table again. "T-Tons of people know you guys... There's a show about you..." He turns to watch her reaction, he knew it would be exciting.