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    Anime,manga, video games, horror movies, comedy, a wide variety of music tastes, Ponies(duh), drawing

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    Bevel Gear
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    Presteza
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    Rubble Rose/Dust N. Debris
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    Chieftain Sigrun

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  1. Judging by the various looks they were getting, Bevel was starting to get concerned. That wasn't to say she wasn't curious about the lengths of their abrupt transfiguration too, but there was a time and a place for examination and in the middle of a busy... schoolyard wasn't it. Luckily, Bevel was saved from having to drag her friends to some alleyway and figure out what was going on by a loud and authoritative voice. That voice belonged to someone important enough that both Dunnie and Fire straightened out to address him. She could only barely make out the squeaked response from Fire, but it gave her all that she needed to know: this was her dad! or at least a version of him. "Absolutely fascinating..." She muttered to herself before taking a parade stance for the military man, "Uhh... Oui~" She gave a hesitant little nod before finding her confidence. If there was another Bevel in this dimension, solving this interdimensional conundrum would be a peace of cake with double the brainpower of one of the world's brightest minds. Demonic phenomena though? That was a bit new for Bevel to tackle. The only demons she'd heard of was that Tirek guy/thing/being that attacked Equestria a while ago. If there was one here it would be quite a thing to get a look at...
  2. ---Presteza--- It was only beginning to dawn on the painter just how long it truly had been since she'd been in such a large crowd of ponies. So many talking and sharing stories, yet she couldn't help but feel she came up short on conversational topics. It didn't help that she didn't have a plus one to save her from any awkward situations... If only Java were here. The painter was jarred from her thoughts when she noticed a mare approaching her. She seemed the sort of mare that she'd run across many a time in her foal hood in some way: a natural born socialite. Presteza's foalhood was full of galas and social functions where she had to wear fancy clothes and be shown off to her mother's friends. At this point in her life though, Presteza had learned not to judge a book by their cover. The hat wearing unicorn crackked a smile and shook, "Good Day, you're... " Presteza wracked her brain a moment before she was able to place the face, "Oh! You're Spoiled Rich. I've seen you in a few magazines with your husband." She wasn't going to mention it, but what served as Spoiled's most identifying trait for this painter was her muzzle. Presteza had a soft spot for unique individuals and ponies with interesting faces. "It's good to meet you." ---Bevel Gear--- A big grin spread across Bevel's muzzle once she heard Rose's occupation. Alchemy was an incredible field, back where she was studying she'd hoped to take more time looking into that but her skills had lied in magitechnical engineering. The tone in this new pony's voice was starting to light an inspiration fire in the prench unicorns belly, "I think I hear some promise in your voice, Mademoiselle Compass. Care to elaborate?"
  3. This wedding only got better and better. Her favorite mischievous spirit was here, her invention was still working for Dunnie, and they had coffee! Instant coffee, but coffee nonetheless. "Oh I'm sure he's not bothered by it! It was an appropriately chaotic greeting!" She said with a cheery smile before the noodle popped out of existence and then back into it, "Maybe I was mistaken though." Then she fell to ground on her plot, gravity reasserting itself on her person. It was then that she noticed something strange: someone spoke to her! That in and of itself wasn't new. She'd been spoken to many a time before, but not often by someone she couldn't see. The inventor tilted her head and shook it about before clearing her throat and looking to Discord as his tail pointed to his date. She had heard many a thing about Fluttershy. Most of those things came from the mouth of her date of the evening. Discord spoke often about her and of all the animals she took such good care of. Animals were never Bevels field of expertise, or even a notable interest, but it was still fascinating to hear how the mare managed to curtail even bears and the like. The inventor bowed her head with a peppy grin, "Enchante, Mademoiselle Fluttershy! Discord has spoken very highly of you... and I do much more than make Fighting Robots. In fact, that is only a recent project." Bevel was an eccentric mare prone to getting lost in her own little world, so she missed the entrance of a rather fabulous looking pony. She looked searchingly at the mare a moment, "Are you a ventroliquist? That was very impressive... and did you say you had a proposition? I'm always looking for new projects, what do you have in mind?" At Squall's question, Bevel gave a simple nod. She was getting so busy lately... fortunately she had an idea that would let her substantially increase her workload later, but that will require a lot of paperwork and permissions to a certain site near Ponyville. "Monsiuer Squall, I'm not ready to take the reins just yet, but I shall be soon!" [For the time Being Presteza will fade into the background unless called on.]
  4. Bevel was simply inspecting the area further while Fire and Dunnie talked over things. There weren't any people with wings flying in the air... there were some things up in the sky but they sure didn't look human. There didn't seem to be much of a magical presence here: Not that bevel could use a spell to sense it. It was more that things somehow seemed a bit drabber in this world. She did eventually realize something weird as Dunnie began to truly take notice of all their changes. Bevel approached and pat the chef's shoulder, "Maybe we should find someplace less exposed to figure out ze situation?"
  5. Presteza was beaming when Fire Walker entered her line of sight. With a surprising bout of speed, Presteza brought fire into a hug. "Fire! It's been so long... where are all those letters you said you'd write?" Before Presteza decided to settle herself down in Ponyville, she had been doing a bit more traveling to see the world. She made sure to keep up with the post office where she could but perhaps all her moving around had resulted in something of a mounting delay between deliveries. Whatever she'd missed in her friend's life she was more than eager to catch up. In her excitement, the painter had barely noticed the presence of the personification of chaos having sauntered his way into the scene. In the moments after she had hugged Fire she paused and looked up and down the long figure of Discord: as if checking to see if he was really there. She had seen him in Ponyville now and again on her walks trhough town, but he was almost always busy with something or somepony and nowadays she wasn't as likely to try and push her way into circumstances just to slake her thirst for novel experiences so she left him to his own devices. At some point in the night she'd need to introduce herself and ask if he would like a portrait done. The words of Wordsworth brought her back to the more pressing matters at hoof. She remembered the friendly stallion from one of the past galas she attended, "It's good to see you as well, Wordsworth. I hope you've been keeping well!" Meanwhile, back by Nilaavin Bevel was getting a few magical readings off the mysterious sphinx. She'd heard so many stories of these beings and to think the prince had managed to get in the good graces of one. It was utterly fascinating! But soon her aetheric resonance detected caught the signal of a massive signature of magic... a very familiar one. Those golen eyes narrowed as it donned on her who it was. Nonchalantly she got back up from her seat and made her way off to the nook where quite a few ponies seemed to be congregating. Her readings were spiking massively with each step until she finally saw the noodly presence among the crowd. A devious smile spread across her muzzle. The inventor braced herself, took a deep breath, and charged into a gallop that transitioned into a running leap. A blur of earthy tones collided with the spirit of Chaos and soon the inventor was clinging onto the spirit and had him in a big hug, "Monsieur Discord!" She chirped with glee as she clung to the noodly spirit, "It's been far too long! Why haven't you come to visit in Talonopolis lately? You didn't forget about the world's greatest inventor did you?!" The elated mechanist only paused in her sudden shower of affection to look down to the familiar face of Squall, "Oh! Bonjour to you as well, Monsieur Squall. I'd hoped to run into you and tell you that the latest blueprints are already finished and production is set to begin as soon as you are ready." She wouldn't bother with context since she was sure that the stallion knew what she meant. With Dunnie's entrance, Bevel calmed down a little and simply held onto Discord's side as if she were a sapient backpack. "I wouldn't miss it for all the Coffee in Coltlumbia, Mon amie!" She offered her hoof to bump against Dunnie's own and then grinned to behold the ceremony on her chosen perch: Discord.
  6. It was so nice to be back in Ponyville again. This was such a lovely town and it was full of such colorful individuals. What made Presteza's current visit even more enjoyable was how things seemed to have calmed down. In the past few months, she'd noticed considerably less unusual calamities centering around this town and more just unconventional Hijinks. Hijinks and tomfoolery was exactly the kind of things this artist could get behind. Today, however, it wasn't that sort of silliness that brought her to town, instead it was to attend a wedding of dear friends... three of them to be specific. She'd met Blueblood through her own background and her own Coltfriend. He'd proved a very sweet presence despite his reputation in the past. Now when she heard of the royal, the first thing that came to mind was a excitement. Just hearing about all the friends he'd made and the journeys he had made her feel as if perhaps she'd given up her travels a bit too soon. Dunnie and Star Crusader had been quite busy on their journeys as well from what she'd heard. Dunnie in particular had been up to a lot since she'd last seen her. Entering the hall she noticed another unicorn making her way to the front door though she seemed to have such a bounce in her step that you'd think she was the one getting married today. The Guards let her in though, so Presteza simply held the door for the earthen colored mare as she made her way in. The unicorn let out a reflexive ,"Merci." as she passed by the painter and began looking for a seat. Letting the door close up behind her, Presteza looked over the crowd and blinked a few times. By the sisters, she didn't recognize anypony here. Had it truly been so long since she'd socialized with somepony in town? Wait, there was one familiar face! Swift Squall was here! It'd been so long since she'd spoken to him, He wasn't sitting though, instead he was making his way off to the side towards the changing room. The painter made an eager trot over to the swordstallion, "Swift!" She called out with a nervous smile, "It's wonderful to see you again. 'Ow's Fire been?" Seems the trottingham accent was starting to slip out again. Bevel was excited for so many reasons. She barely noticed the colorful pony who let her in, but managed to get out a thank you just as she was let inside. What had Bevel so excited today wasn't just that a great friend was getting married, but that she'd managed to get the device making her friend's new changes able to work consistently without a need for a counter enchantment link to maintain the aetheric flow! It took about an hour to get that guard to understand why she had to bring her aetheresonance scanner in during the ceremony but, she was positive he understood. When a pony just stares into the middle distance with their eyes glazing over, that was about usually the time when they just nodded in the affirmative about the in depth properties of magitech machinery. Now, that she was in she could get a look around. Her eyes widened when she noticed a sudden spike in thaumaturgical energies in the direction of a big strapping stallion over on the bench talking to a couple other ponies. Rather than burst into the conversation, Bevel sat in an adjacent spot and monitored the magical energies coming off of the large frame of Nilaavin, an expression of sheer awe on her face.
  7. Bevel was flung through what felt like like a whirlwind of magical energies. She was determined to keep her eyes open and try to whip out a device from her mane and get a few readings, but as not seconds after she charged into the mirror she felt her momentum return and she was sent stumbling forward on what seemed to be solid ground.Surprisingly, she met the ground with only two legs and it felt entirely natural. Bevel stumbled forward further and held out her arms as if steadying herself, The inventor wobbling in place as she got her barings and looked over herself. Her eyes widened as she saw how she was... standing! (though she needed to lean forward a little to get a better look past the strenge swells on her chest. On only two hoov-wait, these weren't hooves. She could feel them so much more acutely than with her her hooves... She had a similar feeling in her foreleg--wait those weren't hooves either! "C'est incroyable!" She gasped in wonder as she wiggled these weird feeler things where her hooves would be, "A full body transfiguration and some sort of advanced Teleportation?! This could be revolutionar-- Oh right. Dunnie and Fire." She couldn't let the spark of inspiration sweep her off her newly acquired feet, not when she still needed to figure out where her friends were. Looking around she saw some creatures with colors very similar to Dunnie and Fire. Bevel would move to approach the pair... only to fall flat on her face as the different way of moving began to feel a bit less intuitive. She pulled herself up and brushed some dirt from her face, "Oof... Not the best way to start an adventure..." The scenery was familiar, yet different... She noticed more of these strangely shaped creatures walking around in the distance, dressed in a lot more clothing than ponies normally wore. They looked a little bit like those ape things that she saw in some of those explorer magazines, but they had so much less hair on them. Maybe that was why they had clothes on?
  8. Second album where I store my Original character art.
  9. Roleplay Type: Name: Sven Snorrison Gender: Masculine Age: Adult Species: Caribou (Reindeer) Eye colour: Bright Blue Coat: Chestnut Brown with spots of cream on the end of tail and underbelly Mane/Tail: N/A Physique: Sturdy and Nimble Residence: A large carriage he pulls Occupation: Merchant of Tomes and former Archer Cutie Mark: N/A but bears a runic mark of his clan lineage Unique Traits: Well practiced and trained Archer Veteran of multiple clan wars Nice singing Voice Impressive eyesight History: Born to the forest bound Askr clan in Whitescar, Sven is the child of a renowned skald and a scholar. From an early age, Sven developed a lot of the written word and would often keep journals of his adventures full of remarks and little poems and songs he might write in his many moments of downtime. As lovely as the forests of Whitescar can be they were still dangerous. Sven was not very strong as a young bull, instead he was more suited to climbing and speaking. Not many things in Whitescar are terribly interested in diplomacy, so, Sven took up the path of archery. Over the years, Sven grew quite the reputation in his clan as a great marksbuck with quite a few stories involving him turn the tide of battles with his prowess... but he cared little for them. Instead he grew increasingly jaded with the many conflicts against the various clans and the war against the rebels. Over time he was tasked with training other Caribou to loose an arrow with the same grace, and he did this well... but his heart was never truly in the fight as it could be with his cousin. With the crowning of the new High-king in Whitescar and the choosing of a chieftain of his clan came a time of calm (at least by his homeland's standards), Sven was able to experience a lull in the need for his services. During this time, he became acquainted with the Vakstyra and Clan Breen. He grew to admire their defense of the roads and efforts to maintain the routes of trade throughout their continent. It inspired him to make the biggest decision of his life. He trained the archers under his command to the best of his and their abilities and requested the chieftain to let him leave to pursue his own interest. The current leader of the Askr clan allowed this, but it drove something of a wedge between them for the foreseeable future. Now, Sven travels the world trying to make a name for himself as a merchant and a skald. He is willing to go anywhere when he smells a deal, or an opportunity to try and make life better for someone. Character Personality: Sven is an overall pleasant and fun-loving caribou despite his reputation in his homeland as a cold and efficient archer. He has a deep love of poetry and the written word and is a fan of bother Equestrian and Neighponese literature. One of his favorite hobbies is translating and examining ancient obscure texts into something to be understood by those in the modern day. Outside of his love of poetry, he shares his kind’s deep love of Ales and cider. While Sven can be very sharp and collected, he can at the same be very stubborn and determined to a fault. If he sets his mind to a task, he will try to see to it’s completion even if it would be best done later. One example would be his insistence on completing a clan trial on it’s set day despite having been going through a very nasty cold. As a friend, Sven tries to keep his circle of friends on the small side so he can still have some time to himself. To his friends he is generally friendly, supportive, and occasionally bouncy and flirtatious (though he will stop the moment he senses discomfort). If a friend of his asks for help, he will usually be one of the first to offer his assistance as soon as possible. Character Summary: A Traveling Merchant whose tired of Caribou Conflict and now just wants a quiet life selling books and going on scholarly pursuits.
  10. Bevel Followed along behind the pair as Dunnie and Fire went down the halls onto the next room. The Fuzzy headed inventor "Ooo"ing and "Ahh" ing as she went. The further they went in, the more Bevel's eyes darted about as if trying to memorize the very architecture. She was only really snapped out of her inspection by confused and concerned words of her and Dunnie's guide. The prench mare poked her head out from behind Dunnie and Fire to get a look at the weird mirror. From fire's tone it didn't seem like this thing was supposed to be here: Spooky. Seemed that this room was going to have to wait as they sought out the princess, Just as Bevel turned away she heard a loud yelp and in a blur of red it looked as Fire was just sucked into the mirror! "Mon Dieu!" Bevel blurted out in shock before moving closer to the mirror and pulling out some strange device from her fuzzy mane, "What on Equestria happened?!" Dunnie was just as shocked as she was it seemed, But Bev's culinary companion was a bit more knowledgeable about this sort of strangeness. The inventor stood in place as instructed, waiting for any word to intervene. Bevel galloped towards Dunnie's outstretched hoof moments before her entire being was pulled into the mirror, "Dunnie!" Bevel held her instrument out for a moment to get what reading she could from the artifact, but nothing she got made sense. She looked around and called out down the empty hall for help, but the only answer was an echo. She hissed out a sigh, puffed out her chest and charged into the mirror, her body swiftly engulfed in the surface like quicksilver.
  11. Bevel was still inspecting the room when Fire called out to her and Dunnie. Disappointing as it was, there wasn't very much there to inspect and if Fire was right, the only time something interesting might happen would be when all six of Equestria's heroes were here. The fluffy maned mare gave a subtle huff and hopped to her hooves, "I'm coming!" She said with a peppy smile. Once she cleared the door, Bevel walked up along with her two friends. All the while she was still looking at the crystalline corridors they traveled through, "So, where are we headed next?"
  12. Bevel let out a little huff as Dunnie chided her. Surely a royal abode like this would be able to stand a bit of energetic movement, but she was right. "I'm sure I could cover it..." Sh ebegan but something in her mind clicked when Dunnie suggested an idea for something to read and copy the text of a tome, "Mon dieu! Why didn't I think of that?!"That was a novel idea! Information could be shared so much more easily in Talonopolis and beyond if text could be copied and moved easier. The peppy prench pony hopped down from the ladder with a bounce in her trot and grinned over at Dunnie, "You really are an inspiration, Mademoiselle Blust!" She gave the pegasus a sidelong hug just before the mare made her way back to Fire. KNowing that the pair needed some time to talk, Bevel levitated her notepad out and jotted down 'scanning machine' as she followed along to the magic table. The room was just as shiny and crystalline as the rest of the structure. The inventor took note of the chairs, they certainly didn't look very comfortable. They needed cushions or something. Scratch that, one of the chairs had a cushion on it! Looked like a whoopie cushion and it was left on the chair with the three balloon mark on the top of it. Bevel was already looking on the other end of the room once Fire and Dunnie took their eyes off her. She didn't get the okay to scan anything so she'd have to settle for a very in depth visual inspection. A hoof went into her mane and came out with a magnifying glass which was quickly put to work as the inventor circled the room and stared at the various crystalline structures.
  13. "What one or many believe is not always true, Your Highness." The fox said with a surprising solemn expression, "I have never extorted peasants, stolen anypony's heart, or caused any infighting. To help with your impressions, I've only gotten gifts of food from peasants in exchange for protecting rice fields, I've enchanted noone to fall in love with me, and I asked that your brother not tell you. So don't bear the prince any ill will." While Yanhua was keeping her calm, inside she was rather annoyed. She'd heard that legend many times around the palace and told to fillies and colts around the capital. It was absolutely maddening to hear her history so butchered and so obviously re-written to suit the crown. "There are many falsehoods in that story. Do you wish to know the truth about the story of my imprisonment, Your Highness? It may not matter as most witnesses have passed away, but I'm sure an enlightened mare like yourself would be at the least bit curious about the other half of the story."
  14. "Hm." Taira perked up as Apple Bloom spoke up behind him, "Oh! Yes. Two bits and a mug." He inhaled swiftly and then exhaled two clouds of minty green smoke. The clouds zipped off to the table with clean mugs, one being taken up and brought right over to the sturdy looking Kirin. In the meantime, the other wisp zipped off to snag a few bits from bag he'd left by his workstation back at the treadmill. Once their tasks had been done the smoke dissipated harmlessly into the open air while Taira placed the bits on the counter, "Thank you, Miss Applebloom!" While the filly got to work, Taira was content to resume his talks with the princess. "Oh? I had hoped I made a good impression on her. I think we both enjoyed the chance to share our experiences over the years." Luna's concern for her subjects made the old spirit smile. No wonder these sisters had ruled for so long! It wasn't often one found monarchs who genuinely cared for their subjects in his experience, all the better that those in Equestria were so long lived. "A bit of a hardheadedness can be a very admirable quality!" Said the eager old yokai, "As for what brought me here... it was equal parts curiosity and contract. I made a wager with the current winner of the running of the leaves and I lost. So, I resolved to work for her and aid her family's farm." Once Applebloom brought the kirin his drink he would give her yet another thanks and then tilt his head as if realizing something that only puzzled him further. He'd come to realize he'd already had one drink of cider today and that was amazing... but now there was a shortage. Getting a second drink somehow felt greedy to him. "Your highness, Did you happen to hear anyone who might be especially desperate for a drink of Cider? I'd already had one today and with it in such short supply, I'd feel guilty if I drank two cups... Have you had any yet?" Taira's ears perked at the sound of his name being spoken, Blueblood had mentioned working on the presses... How fun! He'd been on the treadmill already most of the day. It would be a welcome change of pace!
  15. The walk along the rails was rough. Between biting cold and tired eyes, Fiver was already feeling winded. Thankfully Daze was willing to spare a scarf and hat so she wouldn't freeze. The pegasus took the hat and secured it on her head as best she could, same with the scarf. That scarf was a bit harder to get on. That wind was threatening to rip if from her neck and leave it fluttering in the whiteout beyond the party. As the shadow of the mountain hung over them, a deeper shadow was somewhere a head. It seemed as that the tracks lead to a tunnel. The opening of which was right ahead if they kept on trudging through the snow. "I see a tunnel up ahead. Looks like it goes on quite a ways. We could get some shelter from the wind and cold in there I think!"
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