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Well. That's helpful. :T Thanks... And that makes sense. I'm guessing the first two would involve more sneaky business while the forest could maybe lead to some sort of misadventure... I'll have to think on it tomorrow, though, because I'm way too tired to plan anything at the moment. < < Also, I don't wanna make you do all the work, but if you've got any specific ideas for any of those in mind, feel free to share them. ;l

Figment would probably be easier. Though I'm not sure where it should take place or if there should be a plot in mind at the moment. < < Any ideas? I'll probably think of something eventually, but, just asking.

Ponyville...Nougat had heard a lot of interesting things about this town, though it looked average and pleasant enough. He supposed he'd find out for himself if anything here was special now that he'd arrived. Though, the trip had left him more hungry than he could ignore for any longer... Fortunately, he happened across a convenient-looking restaurant. Still, though, he had no time--in his mind, anyways-- to wait around for something to be cooked and whatnot. So, he trotted up to the counter, asking for some sugary pastry on display, and promptly found a place to pause in his personal knowledge quest to eat. Even though, his family had owned a candy shop and he'd eaten sugary things his entire life, it wasn't something he ever really got sick of. It was probably a small miracle his teeth weren't full of holes... As he munched on his pastry, though, he already found himself getting distracted by his own pondering, caused by some very...intriguing conversation nearby he couldn't help but overhear. Though, the pegasus' speech was a bit on the 'raving nonsense' side of things, apparently something had happened to her, judging from how beaten up she looked. Stuffing the remained of his pastry in his mouth and hastily gulping it down, he wandered over, eyeballing the vibrant pegasus curiously. He mostly ignored the pony she'd been talking with, for now, and just butted in bluntly. "...Could you...elaborate?", he asked, raising a hoof to his chin inquisitively.

Lunchbox perked up and his mood seemed to suddenly improve drastically when the pony said he would accept his payment right away, without any yelling or anything involved. He watched with interest as Ember went to work right in front of him. He had to admit these ponies knew...stuff. Neat stuff, sometimes. Mostly it was all fluffy wimpy stuff like spas and fashion and that leafy water they liked so much... But this was neat. As the charge was floated over to him, he grabbed it, examining it a bit. Not that he was an expert or anything. "I never used one before. Guess I'll find out...", he said, eager to try it and make something go kaboom, his spiky tail wagging slightly. "Thanks little pony. Yer awright.", he added. The fiery one, however was still getting on his nerves. Which probably wasn't their fault. "I said ya did have a spine. What else you want from me?!" He would probably refuse to ever consider a pony to be stronger than a diamond dog, even with their tricky magic stuff.

Lunchbox blinked a bit cluelessly at Ember. "Y'know...just...rocks!", he barked. "...Hard ones, I guess." He was well acquainted with nearly every type of dirt and stone and whatnot, but...really didn't know the technical named for any of it. He then reached a paw into one of his vest pockets, grabbing a random assortment of rough gemstones, holding them out to the pony. "...First, though. Ya take these, right? Trust me, they're lots better than them bit things." Though if would disappoint him greatly if his 'currency' was refused, it wasn't like he had any trouble mining on his own. It was just hard work, and he got lazy often. He mostly tuned out all the 'spa' talk going on nearby. Lunchbox wasn't even sure he knew what that meant. It was like these crazy ponies were speaking some kind of different language, even though he knew most the words..! However, the fiery one got his attention. His eyes narrowed, almost in confusion. He wasn't used to ponies talking at him this way... "You gotta spine, at least.", he conceded. Though it was obvious he was skeptical.

Lunchbox blinked and went silent for a moment. He thought 'blowing up rocks' was pretty clear. "Ya know. Kabooming rocks! For mining an' stuff.", he answered loudly. However, he perked up as he felt something bump into him from behind, swinging his head around to leer at who'd done it. Some pony with a hat that he had to admit he kinda liked... That wasn't enough to stop him from being grumpy, though. "...Watch where yer goin', dumb blind pony!" Afterwards, he checked all of his pockets in a paranoid fashion, as if worried he might've tried to swipe any of his stuff. He then realized that...there was now a much bigger group of them than when he'd started talking. He really hoped this wasn't the part where they start poking at him and asking diamond dog stuff... Fortunately, none of them had. Yet, anyways. One of them actually asked if he was alright. These ponies could be so...nice. It was weird. "Hunh..? Yeah, sure... Ponies're too soft to hurt me."

These ponies always seemed to get all flaky and nervous when he was around. He hadn't even growled or anything! He didn't really mind, though. Occasionally, they'd get so nervous that they'd just hand him free stuff so he wouldn't hurt them, even though he had no plans on it. He nodded at Ember's answer, the gears in his head turning crudely. He even bothered to shake his hoof, mindful not to squeeze too hard. "You got anythin' that blows up rocks?", he asked. He finally acknowledged the other pony when they also mentioned the boomy stuff. Though, they didn't actually make it, so he was much less interested in them. This one looked a lot less shaky, though. "Mrh..? Er. Yeah, g'day, whatevah.", he said, almost forgetting to give his name. "An' I'm Lunchbox." His green eyes narrowed severely for a moment. "Make any fun, an' you'll regret it."

The mental gears turned(slowly) in Lunchbox's head as he wondered which road to take. Not that he had much to wonder on in the first place. It seemed like he'd just have to pick one randomly. Only, if he got lost here, he couldn't just forage for stuff to eat. He needed those...'bit' things. Or, he could just rifle through garbage. Aside from their sweets, though, pony food was boring... Maybe he should just leave. But then his ears perked up--or as must as they could under his helmet--at something one of these nearby ponies was saying. Another of the ones eyeballing him, even while they spoke to one that looked like they were on fire or something. They also looked a bit different than most of the inhabitants here...but not nearly as different as himself. He wandered over, not really bothering with putting on a friendly face or anything sociable like that. Upon reaching them, he mostly ignored the fiery-looking one, instead eying the dark one as if he had something in mind... "Fireworks, eh? The things what go boom?", he butted in, with no regard to their own conversation.

Well...this was different. It wasn't too surprising though. Lunchbox was bound to come across the fancy-pants pony city eventually during his wandering. Still, he looked extremely out-of-place; dusty, grubby, and a diamond dog! He'd considered just passing on by, but these fancy ponies probably had something worthwhile. Hopefully something real shiny. At least the guards let him by, after he claimed he wasn't up to anything, though they seemed suspicious and wary of him... The citizens mostly gave him looks of curiosity and surprise, though some of the more snooty ones were bold enough to turn their snout up at his presence. Not that he cared, ignoring them all. All he cared about was whatever fancy gemstones and whatnot there might be to trade for. Unfortunately, he'd failed to consider that he had absolutely no idea where to find such a place... He was used to wandering the wilderness, not a city. Especially not a pony one. He came to a crossroad eventually, stopping for a moment to ponder over which way to go. Or maybe just pick randomly, which was most likely what he'd do. Simply asking direction wasn't something he even considered, and even if he did, would a pony even bother helping him?

No problem. ;l And I'mma post now too...

Yep. ;| Thanks.

I'm the one who'd asking, so I would normally, but...I'm not really familiar with what Manehatten would be like, exactly. > > Other than like 'city'. I'll give it a shot if you'd rather not, though.

Alright then... Nougat would mist likely be hanging around a library or something in Manehatten. Or in any place, really.

Mhmm, mhmm. >3> Any idea in particular on where to set it?

Nougat would probably wanna be science bros with Solven. ;P I'm not sure if that would be good or bad for everyone else. > >

I was just gonna pick either/or. > > Probably just Figment.

Sounds good. ;| Nougat would probably be super interested by seeing a changeling up close, too, though...

Anyways...I decided I'd just make a thread instead of waiting around. However, I don't have much of an idea on a plot or setting, really. > > Not at the moment, anyways... The character's I'm looking to use are pretty flexible, though, and could be almost anywhere. Nougat ( http://www.canterlot...5-nougat-ready/ ) would probably end up causing some sort of misadventure of science or something. And Figment ( http://www.canterlot...-figment-ready/ ) would just try and do whatever to be friend with someone. He might make for a slower, more slice-of-life type thing... Unless his cover inevitably gets blown. If anyone's interested, just say so. ;l Or PM me. Or something.

Name: Nougat Gender: Male Age: Young stallion Species: Earth Pony Eye colour: Purple. Character colour: A very light creamy (nougat)color, with small, black, freckle-like markings on his snout and other bits of his body. Mane/Tail/Other: His mane and tail however, are pitch black. Physique: He has a build much like a an average unicorn or pegasus...but without any wings or horn. Maybe a bit scrawnier, with a narrow snout. His mane and tail are also quite shiny. He could probably look fairly fancy and 'handsome' if he wanted, but he always just gets them crudely chopped and hacked short at very blocky angles so they're out of his way. He also wears clothing; a white lab coat and of course...the goggles. He also has quite a few dents and scratches from botched experiments in the past. (Maybe I'll actually draw him someday. > >) Residence: He lives in a windmill-converted-laboratory and home near Germaney. Though he's no stranger to traveling long distances if there's something he wants or needs. Occupation: "SCIENTIST". An expert in magitech, specifically. That what he believes and wants to be, anyways. "Eccentric hazardous loon" could also apply. Cutie Mark: A beaker filled with some kind of dubious substance, bubbling with energy and possibilities. Or explosions. These aren't mutually exclusive. Unique Traits: Nougat is brilliant. Maybe. It's hard to tell sometimes. Either that, or he's very skilled at pretending at things. Also, his goggles aren't just for looking sciencey; he can see magic through them, and they are among of his most sophisticated and precious items. History: The start of Nougat's life is fairly mundane. He lived at his family's candy shop; it was both their home and workplace. One if his earliest and most prevalent experiences is being less capable at certain tasks than the rest of his immediate family. They were all unicorns, but he was not--they were also much more vibrantly colored than him, which he now blames on his most likely rare genes, in relation to both. His family didn't mind his lack of magic, of course, and always assured him that they loved him all the same. For a time, this satisfied him, and he kept working at the shop, getting fairly dexterous with his bare hooves. He still occasionally envied all the magic going on around him, though. And then he started noticing pegasi. They also had something he lacked...and flight looked like so much fun! While he was stuck on the ground... He wasn't even very strong for an earth pony, having never done much manual labor in his life. Even the nice and fluffy words of his family couldn't completely cheer him up now. He wasn't sure why other earth ponies seemed content...but he just wasn't. Seeing no solution to this, however, he simply kept helping with the candy business. Their candy wasn't just ordinary, though. His family had long made a gimmick of putty a tiny bit of magic zip or oomph into the candies; entirely safe, of course. After a long while of becoming acquainted to it, the gears in Nougat's head began to turn like never before. The candy wasn't even alive, but it retained magic... At this stage of his life, he wasn't sure what mental step to take next, exactly. So he simply kept working. But now, paying much closer attention to the more subtle processes of the candy making. His thoughts began to race faster and faster each day, and he took technical mental notes of the cooking, melting, mixing, spellcasting, everything. This was a major turning point in his life. He came to the revelation that this wasn't just candy he was observing, but physical and magical processes that applied to the rest of the world as well, and a beaker appeared on his flank that day, rather than the expected candy-related image the majority of his family had. From then on, he made frequent trips to the library, bringing home several books each time. Nothing as silly and frivolous as picture or fantasy books, though, but books and physics and magic. Now he began to truly understand the way of things, and he felt happy and excited for the first time in a while. Even though many of the magic books were intended for unicorns, so he couldn't really put most of that knowledge to practice... But he was now thinking in a scientific manner, at least. The candy wasn't even alive, but it retained magic...this applied to other things, he'd learned and figured. Anyone could use magic, with the right device, he thought. By this point, he was old enough to move out of his own. Though he enjoyed the company of his parents and siblings, he felt like he no longer fit in at the shop. Also, he was concerned about blowing it up with all the new ideas buzzing in his head. After receiving a generous amount bits and supplies to help him on his way, he was off on his own. Now he just needed a place to live...and work. Nougat recalled hearing of a spooky old abandoned windmill that colts and fillies would often make dares pertaining to. Well, if it was really abandoned...he figured this could be an ideal, and isolated, spot. Luckily, it was still there. It was a dump, and indeed, adequately spooky. But the idea of a laboratory in a windmill just seemed right to him. And more importantly, it was free. In a 'finders, keepers' sort of way. So, he cleaned it out all by himself, shooing away any brats and delinquents and animals that frequented it while he did so. He even got the windmill turning again, eventually. He used the bits he'd had to buy some equipment, an everything was set. Sort of. Not...really. Being over eager, a lot of what he'd bought wasn't even really magic or useful. And the stuff that was useful required magic, even if it was just in-part. He at least had some contraptions and gizmos that he can use... Once in a while, he' even went out on a little jaunt or adventure and stumble across some kind of magic trinket, but he tended to either use them up or break them fairly quickly. At least he had his mind, and notes, and theories, and books. But...he was and still is mostly unable to put them into practice, for the most part. His greatest accomplishment so far has been enchanting his goggles, which to his amazement, actually ended up working. It seems so, anyways. They haven't blinded him or anything yet, at least. And with them, he can see magical energies...which has made his trinket hunts a bit more fruitful. And helps keep him out of danger--when he doesn't just run towards it, anyhow. He could at least tell if some merchant is trying to swindle him, now. And with legitamate items, he's gotten some actual work done, which has been a major boost to his confidence and knowhow, even counting the times where things just blow up in his face. He doesn't need a horn to fiddle with magic! Somehow, either through self-enchantment or device, he believes he can cast off the earth pony life, and become able to actually wield magic himself, eventually..! Flying wouldn't be too bad either... And why should he even stop there? With magic and technology combined, anything seems possible for him. In theory. He ran out of bits a while ago, and being a weirdo who lives in a sort of tower doesn't exactly rake in the money. He's still working this part out. He certainly has no shortage of passion or grand ideas, though. Character Summary: It's sometimes hard to tell if Nougat truly is smart...or if he's just an eccentric weirdo playing at being a scientist with all of his big words and bought/found hardware and magic, dabbling in things he really shouldn't be--he wasn't even properly educated! He really is quite bright, though, despite his somewhat young age and lack of experience; always intensely curious and analytical, as well, if a bit absent-minded. Logic also has a prominent presence in his mind, even when dealing with the mystical. He often regards legend and myth with great scrutiny, ignoring all of the flowery language and fluff, and attempting to figure out the how and why of all the pieces work--if they even exist. Some would say that's missing the point, but what do they know? He does realize, though, that sometimes...magic just doesn't have to make much sense, necessarily. While on the verge of a discovery or during experimentation in his lab or anywhere else, Nougat can become very exciteable, even giddy at times. However, when he isn't, his behavior changes drastically. He becomes straight-faced, dull, and almost listless. Quiet, too, though he doesn't actively go out of his way to avoid talking to anyone. It's more like, after all the time he spends cooped up in his workshop, he kind of forgets the possibility exists. He also usually seems as if he has somewhere important to be or somewhere to go, no matter the setting, which can make him seem dismissive of anyone who tries to slow him down to chat. Unless they say something that intrigues him; then there's a good possibility of him never shutting up if they continue being interesting afterwards. Lately, as he begins to get gradually more competent, he's becoming a teensy bit...ambitious. Boundaries and limits have even less meaning to him nowadays then ever, and he becomes severely pushy if anyone ever tries to discourage or stop him. Even if it's just for the simple purpose of 'taking a break'. Nougat always has dozens of ideas and schemes buzzing around in his mind at any given moment, and he certainly can't stop for something so trivial. Or anything else for that matter. He just doesn't seem to understand or accept the fact that, as an earth pony, he also has special abilities of his own.

Sounds interesting. ;l Though, I think I'd want to get my earth pony's app accepted first for something like this...

Name: Figment; or "Honey Smiles" when undercover Gender: Male Age: Adult Species: Changeling Eye colour: Light blue and with white in the center. And...bug-like/compound-y. Character colour: Dark gray Mane/Tail/Other: The frilly thing on the back of his neck, and his tail, are both slightly light gray. The shell on his back is dark bluish, and his wings are light blue and translucent. Physique: When not disguised, he really doesn't look much different than any other of Chrysalis' drones(as they are in the the show/comic). Maybe a bit on the scrawnier and lighter side, for a changeling. Residence: The rest of the Swarm; though, due to his work, he often travels alone and camps near settlements and whatnot. Occupation: Spy, agent, scout, that sort of thing. Unique Traits: Aside from his leanness, he doesn't really have any outstanding physical traits. However, he takes pride in his spell-casting aptitude, disguises and acting, and wits, of course. However, he is not very good at physical combat or other tasks that require strength... Also, he has most likely above average decision-making skills for a drone. Which probably isn't saying much. History: Figment's life has always gone all according to plan. Mostly. His early stages of life did, at least. There was nothing at all special about him; he was like any other drone. He was given the task of going deep undercover and just...observing, mostly. Maybe giving an emotional nudge here and there, testing how suitable a community was for love gathering. It didn't make him special, though. Not any more than any other changeling. There was never any thought or question by him of ever wanting anything else out of life, and his outlook hasn't really changed much over he course of time. In the time leading up the latest invasion, he'd been doing just that. Things started...not going according to plan when it actually happened. For the first time he'd ever witnessed, the Queen's plan...didn't work. The attack was a disaster, and he ended up getting pummeled and cast away like most of the others. Luckily, he managed to regroup with the rest of the swarm. Despite this, though, he never lost any faith in Chrysalis or the hive. Because that would just be silly. After recovering from a fractured carapace and all other manner of dents and scratches, he was back to work. Though, this time, he did something he'd never even considered before. He made a request. From his experience, he thought maybe it would be possible to, instead of kidnapping and replacing someone, gain love via a unique disuse--greatly reducing the risk involved. To his surprise, he was allowed. The catch was he had to do it himself, as not to waste any other changeling's time with his unorthodox idea. He agreed, hoping maybe he'd help the hive gain a safer alternative while they recovered from defeat. He invented the friendly, sociable, and honey-colored pegasus, "Honey Smiles", to attempt this. Though, with little risk comes little reward, apparently. He's found it's much harder to earn love than it is just to intercept it by replacing someone. So, he often finds himself a bit...starved for love these days. He believes he'll get it right eventually, though, and perseveres, showing up in various towns and settlements, testing the residents there. He doesn't want to return a failure, after all, especially after being given such a privilege. Character Summary: First and foremost (in his mind, at least), Figment is a loyal drone just doing his duty, and puts the Queen and her hive's needs far above his own. He rarely holds any personal malice towards anyone he deceives or feeds love off of. If anything, he's a bit intimidated by ponies, considering the disaster that was their last invasion attempt. Plus, he often works without the support of others readily available, so he believes, if discovered, he'd get beaten up all over again like the last time... This doesn't discourage him, though; it's all part of his job! And his cover has never been blown ever before. Though, he does have close calls at times when his ambition and eagerness to do great things for the hive outstretches his abilities... Even though he doesn't complain, and is used to it, he gets very lonely very easily while working by himself. The thought of being isolated from any other changelings and having no clear orders at times, terrifies him. Again, he doesn't let any of this discourage him, and carries himself as some sort of perfectly competent and super serious mastermind when not undercover. Unfortunately for him, this has the side-effect causing any mistakes he makes to be particularly hard-hitting. Surely, if he was following someone else's orders, he would never goof up the ways he does... He often hesitates and freezes up whenever he has to 'go outside the script' while undercover because if it. And occasionally, he has bouts of...weakness. Even though he sees ponies in general as deceptively strong, war-like creatures, he will occasionally run into one that maybe isn't so entirely awful to be around. Figment then finds himself entertaining all sorts of bad thoughts, like wishing he could talk to them as himself and not as some cheery, blithering characature. This, of course, is a big no-no, unless ordered otherwise, so of course he never acts on it. He mostly just ignores any unpleasant or strange feelings he might have. His emotional distress is small potatoes compared to the hive's needs. Speaking of which, his cover, Honey Smiles, is one he put quite a lot of work into. Honey Smiles is the most lovable pegasus possible. At least, Figment's idea of 'lovable'. He his permanently cheerful, and friendly, and happy to an almost sickening degree. And most certainly overbearing...though, Figment often doesn't realize this, which confounds him endlessly when ponies sometimes don't react positively. Sometimes he does regret picking a pegasus disguise, though, because when offering favors in exchange for possible affection, he's often very clumsy...being more accustomed to using magic to manipulate things rather than his bare hooves. Also, he has a serious taste for apple cider after trying some while undercover. (I took some creative license in some parts, so feel free to tell me if I bent things too far is some bits. > > )

Lunchbox travel a lot too...so he could be almost anywhere. They could bump into each other along a road or something, maybe... Or be taking a stop at some town. > >

I'm looking for an RP too... I'm not the best at starting, especially in a new place, but I could give it a shot if no one else wants to. > > Also, is the only character I've got at the moment.

Ooooo, I like the sound of that. :Y ...Nope. Also hello to everyone else. > >

I was wondering if that part would be alright... Thanks, though. ;l