Windwright

WiP, actually. I haven't had much time lately, but I'm still working on it. Need to revise the cutie mark and a couple bits attached to it and add the missing sections.

Anyone know where my old Soarin' app is..?

Mint started to speak, then closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. When he'd managed to slow his breathing from frantic to merely heavy, he straightened up and brushed his mane out of his eyes with a hoof. Diamond dog, looked somewhat well-to-do for a diamond dog, either a low ranking dog in a very well off pack or an alpha in a moderately...No, stop, not at work. "Mint Zest. I wasn't expecting a line, hope they have apples left by the time I get up there..." the unicorn said, shaking his head to clear it. His green eyes focused on the dog (Gilderaan? Gridiron? No, Gideon.) and he canted it to one side. "I really didn't expect to see a diamond dog either, if you'll pardon my curiosity. Does your pack enjoy apples often? Oh, and do you prepare them a special way? You guys don't usually stop by the Inn, and when you do it's usually meat, or mushroom stew." Probably best to get out a notebook, the Boss would want to know all this stuff, and Mint was horrible at remembering that kind of detail off-hoof.

Granted, you can now only communicate in Queen lyrics, at least a verse at a time. I wish I could turn off writer's block.

Granted, but you can only play treble heavy songs. I wish I could disobey the laws of robotics.

Mint Zest was in a tizzy, running from the train station to the farm after he'd messed up. The boss had trusted him with a very important mission: the Avalon needed apples, and Graham had known that the best apples for the job were found in Ponyville. Unfortunately, the mint-green stallion had overslept this morning and missed the first train, and then missed the second train trying to get his ticket switched. His reflections over his misfortunes were abruptly interrupted when he saw the line leading to the farm. That was...unusual, the boss didn't mention a line. Mint was disappointed to find there was even a cart parked beside the road. Had he missed the chance to buy the apples he needed..? That was really not good. Ten places in line in front of him. Although one was a griffon, and another a diamond dog. Those weren't exactly known for their apple consumption, and Mint was in a position to know. Oh well, he'd get the apples or go home disappointed, but in either case, waiting behind this diamond dog was the first step. While he wasn't exactly silent, panting like, well, a dog, he was too busy catching his breath to strike up a conversation.

Soarin' nodded along with the cyan mare as she spoke, barely paying attention when the barmare dropped off another cider.At her question, he said "[colour=deepskyblue]Oh, uh...Not really all that nervous. I kinda only applied after Thunderwing saw me do my stuff, so I guess I just assumed it was gonna happen. First day of the academy though, I nearly fell through the cloud I was so tense.That was my first look at just how serious being a Wonderbolt is, and how much training and effort it takes. See, I flew in from above, so I could get a look at the camp, and I barely managed to avoid being clobbered by a group drill. I got yelled at a lot on the first day, since every time I got yelled at I just got more and more nervous, and more an more clumsy. I was all over the place, heh.[/colour]" ​

Soarin' listened to the story intently. He did indeed know the type, though most ponies played fair around him these days. Being a celebrity had its advantages, after all, and Soarin' was never the type to keep a lid on his views on cheating. When she was finished, she asked him for his story, and Soarin's smile intensified into a smirk. [colour=deepskyblue]"Oh, man. Do you remember Thunderwing? He was a Wonderbolt when I was still just a colt, and he helped out a lot at the Junior Wonderbolts camp back when I was attending. Well, he was practicing a routine I recognized from one of his shows, where he and another Wonderbolt would do a series of loops that braid through one another, leading into a bit where two more who were doing the same thing from the other direction come in, and all four start braiding in and out of one another's paths and climbing to about a hundred feet, where they all peel out. At full speed, it does this fountain thing with the cloud trails, and it looks AWESOME, but he was just practicing the first part, since you need all four to get the timing of the finale. Well, I wasn't about to let a chance like that pass by, I mean, I was just a colt, and there was one of the Wonderbolts doing a routine I loved watching, and better, one I knew how to do. So I did. I only got to the third loop before I got so excited my wings locked up, but it was still amazing! Tunderwing even complimented my flying after we were done, and he was the one that noticed I'd gotten this bad boy."[/colour] Soarin' said, excitedly whooshing his hooves back and forth and showing off his cutie mark at the end of his tale. He sighs and adds: [colour=deepskyblue]"Best. Day. Ever."[/colour]​

She looked over to Soarin' with a bashful grin. [colour=#0000cd]"Can't over-saturate stuff, and tonight things are pretty certainly over-saturated. The Everfree plays havoc on the folks in charge of figuring that stuff out."[/colour] "[colour=deepskyblue]Oh, I totally understand. The manager is going to be at her wits end while she figures out whether or not to reschedule our next couple of shows, and which team members need to be grounded for injuries or just rest after tonight. [/colour]" Soarin' confided with a smirk. "[colour=deepskyblue"]I'll give you her address, how about, and you can send her a copy of the schedule when you get it worked out. Till then, maybe we can trade stories or something? I'd love to hear how you learned to pull that rainboom off![/colour]" He chuckled and sipped at his cider. At some point he'd finished his pie, but he'd barely noticed from the conversation's odd turns. ​

Soarin' chuckled mentall at the mental image of the collection of Hearts and Hooves cards he had back at his place, from before the team's manager had taken to screening them. He made a note to double check them to see if Rainbow Dash had sent any. He then promptly lost the note in the wake of the suggestion that he was dating Spitfire. "[colour=deepskyblue]No no,[/colour]" he started to protest, but Dash kept right on going. He ended up missing part of the next few exchanges while he got his head back in line. He tuned back in toward the end of the blue mare's invitation. "[colour=deepskyblue]Oh, uh...do you know when it'll be? We've kind of been wanting to try practicing under inclement conditions for a while now. Or I have, anyway. Most of our shows are in clear skies, but it might be neat to work in a small storm sometime, you know?[/colour]" he said, only catching up to the subtext of the conversation a few seconds after he responded. He flushed a little once he did, and was about to address the faux pas when the other two mares spoke up. [colour=#ffffff]"I should really learn not to make wild assumptions about friends! Of course you're not interested in dating Mr. Wonderbolt here!"[/colour] Wait, why of course..? Now he was kind of off-put. Was there something wrong with his breath..? He knew his mane was a mess, but...Well, the other mare seemed to still think they should. Eventually Soarin' just shrugged and chalked it up to Celebrity status. "[colour=deepskyblue]Anyway, when you figure out when the next storm will be, let me know. Me and the coach can swing by to see if we can work some training into it, if you aren't too busy, I mean. I don't envy weather mares their jobs, especailly after today.[/colour]"​

[colour=#0000CD]"hahaha! ha-ha! No, no, it's not like that! [/colour][colour=#0000CD]We're just ... friends! Kinda! I mean, we danced a couple times, is all. And hung out at the Gala together. Nothing special! [/colour][colour=#0000CD]Ah-heh. Not like you couldn't date real easy if you wanted to, [/colour][colour=#0000CD]I mean, you're a Wonderbolt! And you're nice, kinda a goob, but nice ... and you dance real good! And you look *great* in your REA uniform!"[/colour] [colour=#cc99cc]“Well, it couldn’t hurt to go on a date, riiiight? I mean, you two can even have this one as an informal date and talk about lightning and moves and all that cool stuff! If you want, Cloudchaser and I can go over to the bar there and give you guys some room, or we could stay, or whatever you want!”[/colour] Soarin' carefully took small bites of the food on the counter, pointedly ignoring the varying lines of comments on his dating life. Sure, he could catch the eye of almost any mare in Equestria, but they'd be after the Wonderbolt, not the Soarin' in the uniform. It was just something that performers understood, after a while, that other ponies had a harder time with. Sure, Rainbow Dash was talented and cute, Sisters knew he was blushing enough at that thought, but-[colour=#ffffff]"Aww, but I think you'd look cute together! And it's be great since Dash is totally going to be a Wonderbolt herself some day!"[/colour] -but that, too. You don't date team mates. He'd been given that lesson hard. Thankfully another distraction arrived before he passed out from all the blood rushing to his cheeks. [colour=#0000cd]"ANYway! Yeah, lightning! Um ... Well, heh-heh, I'm sure you'd get the hang of it really fast if you did more weather work! It's all about how it makes the fur stand up on your back. Then *fwoosh*! [/colour][colour=#0000cd]It really gives you a jolt! Better than coffee!"[/colour] "[colour=deepskyblue]Oh yeah? Sounds a bit like that time one of our fans fell onto the end of the table Coach was supplies on. Pens and pictures and posters and things flew EVERYwhere while we were coming down in a dive. I had to dodge past a big cluster of those souvenir pencils, and MAN that was a rush! Those would not have been fun at the speeds we were going.[/colour]" he said, the conversational dodge every bit as challenging as the actual one had been. "[colour=deepskyblue]The event sponsors were pretty ticked, but the poor mare broke her leg in the fall so they just forgot about it. Some of the team even went and signed the cast for her, heh.[/colour]" ​

Maybe not as a judge, but Imma leave this here. Name: Soarin' App:

Soarin' chuckled quietly. Ah, that old game. It rarely got past three or four rounds but even so it usually evened out. The Team used something similar quite often on the wing so he nodded and returned the shoulder bump jovially. "[colour=deepskyblue]Oh, this and that. You know the score when we don't know much about something we're helping with. Just do what we can and make sure nopony feels like they're going at it alone. They had me in the parts of the storm with less...storm, I guess? I didn't see much lightning, and what I did see was balls more than bolts. Last time I really tried to dodge lightning, I was a colt still and jigged when I should have bobbed.[/colour]" That story was a tad embarrassing for him, as most childhood tales are, and he was about to start in on the pie as a diversion when suddenly from the din of cafe conversation, he heard the phrase '[colour=#cc99ff]...her Wonderbolt coltfriend.[/colour]' followed by "[colour=#cc99cc]So Dash and he are ... dating?! Ooooooooo![/colour]" This left the stallion feeling a bit coltish and wishing for his cheek-hiding uniform again. "[colour=deepskyblue]Actually, I'm sorta single. Not much time for dating with practice and travel and shows and stuff...[/colour]" he mumbled out by way of protest. They probably couldn't hear him, he knew, over the crowd, but he felt it had to be made. Rumors could ruin a mare's reputation if left unchecked.

[colour=#0000CD]"Three waters and three slice of apple pie to start with, follow that up with a trio of hard cider, and keep the apple pie coming till I tell you to stop!"[/colour] Soarin's mouth watered a bit at the suggestion of pie. After all, he HAD been exerting himself... "[colour=deepskyblue]Keep mine on a separate tab. Wouldn't wanna drain anypony's bits just to sate a pie craving, heh.[/colour]" he threw to the tender, settling in a bit to lean on the bar. He had been about to say something to the bllue filly when her friend spoke up, and the mental gymnastics he performed to comprehend the situation would have been impressive as any show. In the end, he decided to file it away as too much stress and a long day, though whose he wasn't sure. Then the door opened again, and on spotting the distinctive blue and yellow uniform of another tem member, he immediately straightened himself up into a proud athlete's stance without realizing it. And then the purple pegasus was attacked by somepony exclaiming at high speed and close proximity, causing the Wonderbolt's ears to pin back and a somewhat concerned expression to pass over his face before he mentally shook himself. "[colour=deepskyblue]Er...anyway, I'm glad the storm is over and most everypony's safe. Hopefully Cloudsdale wasn't too trashed by it. We always seem to get the worst of any wild storms.[/colour]" He commented, by way of moving things toward firmer ground. [[EDIT: No more typing while half asleep.]]

Soarin' spent several minutes letting his wings, lungs, and heart all calm down from the pre-rescue dive. That had been more intense than he wanted to admit. He joined Spitfire in signing autographs after he'd gotten himself under control, but took to it with his usual enthusiasm and friendly smile. He even played with the ball a little, bouncing it up and balancing it on his wings, before signing it and tossing it back to the filly who had...dropped it. He made sure the filly he'd rescued got her autographs, then turned her over to the teacher to make certain she was okay. He was about to start packing things in when he heard the Pegasus filly's question and thought '[colour=deepskyblue]Why not?[/colour]'. He sidled over as if just curious, and surreptitiously slipped a brochure for the Wonderbolt flight camp to Spitfire.

Soarin' chuckled and smiled brightly. the effect was ruined when his mane chose this moment to fall over his eyes, gravity finally winning out over...actually, even Soarin' wasn't sure why it usually stayed up. "The pie thing was a little embarrassing, honestly. Ponies seem to remember the oddest things, heh." he said, using a hoof to wipe his hair out of his eyes. "Besides, tonight I think almost every pegasus in Equestria is a hero. Between the evacuation and the weather damage control, we all had our work cut out for us. We should probably order something to drink or eat though, since the shop was nice enough to let us stay here." He smiled across the room to the proprietor, and ambled over to one of the tables.

"He's just a Wonderbolt! Well, not *just* a Wonderbolt, but yeah, I just saved his life once, and his pie, and we danced together at the Wedding the other month, and stuff like that!" "...You are probably the biggest obsessed fanfilly of the Wonderbolts in all of Ponyville, so it would only figure," Soarin' chuckled a little as Rainbow Dash helped him to his hooves. It was good to know he wasn't the only pony with one of THOSE friends. He actually remembered the incident with the pie, the gala a couple years back, and what an odd one that had turned out to be. He was about to say something when he heard the lavender mare speak up again. "It's really pretty cool that you actually know the Wonderbolts, Dash..." Ah, now this deserved some attention. "Hey, we're just athletes. Dash is the one rescuing ponies and pies at the drop of a feather, and she's the only mare I've ever seen make a boom like that once, much less, what, three times?" he said, smiling amiably at the rainbow-maned pegasus in question. "I thought the one for Pincess Mi Amore's wedding was pretty impressive, by the way! You went from standstill to boom in less than three seconds."

"We're open so long as you brave pegasus ponies need a place to relax and rest your weary wings! No need to worry about this place closing tonight!" 'Oh, thank the Sisters!' Soarin' thought to himself, relaxing visibly and pushing the goggles of of his eyes to get a proper look at the place. His mane sent droplets of water skittering off in all directions as he looked this way and that. He liked the atmosphere here too, it was relaxing. "Soa-squeak, crash-RIN!" Or was. He was honestly surprised to be recognized, until he saw just who it was who had done the recognizing. He remembered her, of course, from the competition a couple years ago, then the Gala and the wedding. Rainbow...flash? No, that didn't sound right. It'd come back to him, he knew. He kept a hoof on the beat of the flyers, as it was, so he known at the competition he'd see more of her. "Hey, hi, whatcha up to here? How bout that weather, huh?" She asked once she'd righted herself. Soarin' chuckled a little and nodded. "I know, crazy, right? I was in Cloudsdale when they evac'd, so I thought I'd lend a hoof. NO idea where I am, but that's cool, at least we got it taken care of, rig-" He said, trotting over to where she was to help right the table. He was interrupted by the other pegasus though, and while "Is this your coltfriend, Dash?" was informative (he remembered that 'Rainbow Dash' was her name now), it rather caught him off-guard. So much so, in fact, that he tripped over his own hooves and into the table, completely missing the rest of the comment.

The storm had been horrible. When he'd heard about the incoming weather system, it had been as a warning to evacuate Cloudsdale. Normally ponies like him, athletes and performers, wouldn't be part of the weather control, but Soarin' had volunteered. After all, they were supposed to be heroes, right? The first hour had been the worst. His uniform had been torn along one side by a chunk of hail thrown off in the upper reaches of the thunderheads, and the gusts of wind and rain and hail had eventually damaged it to the point that Soarin' had landed and taken the remnants off just to give himself more control in the air. After that, he'd hung back and followed orders, breaking a cloud here, pushing one there. After all, most ponies saw him only as a blue pegasus with a sopping wet mane without his uniform, and he was tired of yelling to correct that as it was. After seven hours, the storm finally broke, but Soarin' was lost. Utterly, hopelessly lost. He coasted to the ground and landed in a puddle of damp ground with a squelching feeling he wasn't happy about, but he was exhausted beyond caring. He walked to the streets, kicking mud and grass off his hooves and shaking out his soaked wings, (Really, how HAD those gotten that wet?) and along the road until he saw lights ahead. There was a sign, but his goggles were scratched and cracked too badly for him to read it. There was music, and sounds of life from inside, though, so Soarin' wiped his hooves on the mat outside, which if anything got them wetter, and walked in "Uh, hello? Sorry to barge in if I'm not allowed, but it's really late, and I was wondering if there was someplace dry I could hang out until morning." He announced, by way of seeing if anyone was there, and if he would be allowed entrance. The place was warm, and dry, so that was a plus, and the music was pretty cool. Even if he wasn't able to see much clearly or wasn't going to be allowed to stay here, he liked the place already.

Honeywing slowly got to his hooves, keeping his wings spread by ingrained instinct. "Sticky? Oh, right, the punch..." He said, examining himself carefully. The suit was intact and dry save for the cloak and a couple of odd spots. That, though, and the mask and his wings, were already soaked pretty well through. He sighed and started undoing the cloak's clasps before it ruined the tuxuedo beneath. "Wait, you should be over there, with your new investor, hun." He announced, looking up suddenly (and sending a few drops of punch cascading over his shoulder from the now freed cloak) with both concern and, was that pride or excitement in his eyes? He seemed to have forgotten about his clothes and wings in either case, and there were still small rivulets of dye running from his pelt.

Honeywing hadn't been TRYING to eavesdrop, but...well, he wanted to make sure Glitzen would do well. It sounded like a business transaction, and that was all well and fine. He was about to walk off when the phrase 'One hundred thousand bits...' got tossed into his hearing range. After that, Honey wasn't sure what happened. He was on his back now, though, with his wings splayed out under him, a bowl on his head, and his dye was running. Wait, no, that was punch. When did he start wearing punch? Ah, NOW his dye was running. They were still talking, but the bowl was muffling the conversation.

'Oh horsefeathers!' Soarin' thought as the filly slipped. That was bad. Spitfire was talking to the teacher, and neither seemed to have noticed yet. The other foals looked like they were going to...impressive set of wings...were going to try to help, but they were too close to the ground for their makeshift trampoline to help much. This left one reasonable option, and Soarin' adjusted into the dive without further thought. Storm clouds brewed in his wake, spoiling the skywriting, but he had more important things to worry about. Once level with the top of the trees he pulled out of the abruptly, though he still dropped several feet, and zipped straight at the falling filly with one foreleg stretched to catch her up.

By this point, Soarin' was wrapping up with something a bit flashier than usual for one of their demonstrations: Skywriting. A it flashier in Soarin's case because he dotted his 'i's and crossed his 't's, and was currently underlining his name and Spitfire's, complete with apostrophes. Soarin' liked skywriting, it was one of his more impressive tricks and all it really took was a bit of control on his part to get the timing of the speeds involved down pat. In his case, it just sort of came to him. It was on his final pass that he noticed the commotion and...was that filly in a tree..?