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The mare chuckled and nodded,"That was pretty fun." she said in a mischievous tone. The duo followed the directions those snobbish unicorns gave them and it seemed they had been right. Before the two was a large looking shop, the rhythmic clanging of the smith's hammer on hot steel echoing through the metalworks, "Hello, is anypony here?" asked the mare. Almost immediately a tall , burly looking stallion with a wild red mane and beard came forward, his visage very stoic as his presence practically loomed over them,"Can I help you two?"

Pressy gave a subtle nod and a slight smirk before taking a deep breath and speaking aloud,"Well... first thing we want are directions to the blacksmith!" she said in a rather proud,loud and nearly boastful tone. There was a slight pause before one of the unicorns picked their head up off the ground,"Um is that it?" she asked. "OF COURSE NOT YOU FOALS!" she yelled at them before clearing her throat,"We also request you pay for any er... emotional damages. My uncle was quite hurt... I think Five gold bits should work quite nicely don't you think?" she said stepping forward with somewhat smug smirk. "Yes, yes! of course here you go!"the said hoofing a bag of bits in her direction, the mare placed it in her saddlebag. "Now... BEGONE!" she said to the unicorns the snobbish couple slinking away.

Pressy snickered and nodded,"Ah that's right, so silly of me to forget."She said taking a high class sounding voice that sounded somewhat odd but not entirely unnatural. Clearing her throat she approached the gate and looked back to her friend,"Would you like me to go in first?" The mare paused for a moment as she saw two unicorns approaching them,"Looks like this is your big test!" she whispered to rusty.

Pressy giggled and nodded,"That is so perfect!" she said with a much more relaxed smile upon her face. Rusty was starting to remind her of some of her family back home when he spoke like that ,"Sweet Luna! ya sound like my uncle when ya talk like that!" she said with chuckle before she nodded. Eventually stopping her giggling spree she turned back to rusty,"So whats the plan for your lack of a horn though?" she said playfully poking a hoof to the inventor's forehead.

What would it be? I feel you can maybe understand an oc a bit more if you link a song that fits them well enough, whether pony oc or not. Just curious is all no reall limitations on what you feel would fit best and perhaps describe why you think the song/music fits your character so well! Please no profanity or gory or mature lyrics or themes in music though.

Added a picture I drew myself to it!

The mare nodded, her own heated cheeks were keeping her from noticing the slightly nippy air. Realzing as well what this could mean she picked up the pace and went into a gallop, assumingly along with rusty. She was fairly quiet on the way there and once they finally arrived she spoke up,"Looks like this is the place..." she said as she looked over the entrance and glanced at some of the inhabitants. Most of them were posh looking stallions and mares going about their business.

"Save me from wot, exactly?! A scared little foal who's lookin' fer his mu-- " Turning around to try and walk back to the stray colt she paused seeing he was gone. As she was about to go and look for him she was stopped by the unusual looking stallion who asked her if she touched him,"N-no I didn't... I was gonna take his hoof to get 'im ta come with me..."

no problem xP )) As the mare was yanked over to the party she coughed a few times as she was pulled, having left a trail of dust behind,"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" she yelled in surprise as she was dragged back. Staring at the pony that lasso'd her and out of breath from her scream she spoke up slowly in between her panting, at this point it wasn't clear if the pegasus had caught her in time. "A-are... " she gasped once still nigh breathless. "You..." she managed to at last get her hooves but still was catching her breath. With one final breath she spoke up going nose to nose with the pony who unbeknownst to her just saved her life,"OUTTA YER BLOODY MIND?! WOT IN EQUESTRIA MADE YA DO THAT?!"

okay then you should know my pony's a mare not a stallion.))

did he pull the uninfected away or did he try and get the foal?))

((hope it's okay if I hop in )) "Are you my mummy?" The painter heard from behind her, turning around she looked curiously at the young colt that had appeared behind her. "Uh... Sorry li'l guy but I'm not ya mum, I'm actually lookin' for my mum too, she was supposed to meet me a few blocks away from here but she never showed..." The Colt took a step closer to her and asked again,"Are you my Mummy?" she tilted her head and sighed going over to the little colt and thinking,"Poor little fella must be scared outta 'is wits." "Don't worry, little fella I Promise we'll find your mummy and mine too, okay?" she asked trying to give the colt a comforting smile and appear strong for him. Slowly she reached her hoof out hoping to scoot the colt alongside her.

(It's a tiny bit much. but it's not forced and I like it!^_^ )) Pressy snapped out of it for a moment and was blushing rather heavily as she realized what had just happened,"Oh! uh, yeah! Sorry got swept up in memories is all..." she said as she resumed the walk. She sincerely wished she had her hat so she could cover her face with it and hide her embarrassment. "Sorry, I kinda just realized how right you were. I'm glad your Heart's in the the right place Rusty!"

As she listened to Rusty's speech the mare started to lose a bit of speed as she remember a bit of foalhood, Constant tries and fails at telekinesis, repeated blunders at the attempt of conjuring and the feeling like she was letting everypony in her family down, it just seemed to be weighing her down. While using her horn once she had found her cutie mark was easy as pie when she painted ,she always had to use her paintbrush to channel her magic but before that she had believed magic was the only thing that positively every unicorn had to learn and use. Alot of times as a filly she wasn't sure if it was her horn that was the problem... or if she just had no place with any of the pony species. For a moment Rusty could have been able see that almost dead inside look he spoke of, presteza had an excellent memory to the point she could remember just about anything or any face if she knew the name that went with it and with any sad memory she remember she could experience it with full clarity.

Pressy chuckled, "The one's in this age will probably wonder just how you made it and then accuse you of somethin' crazy!" thinking a moment about Rusty's invention she spoke up, "I hope ya don't plan on tryin' to sell that stuff while we're there. I read alot o' books as a filly that involved time travel and when ya try stuff like that it never works out well." she said with a hearty laugh.

((you should try and include some of his appearance in your posts if you can )) The mare shrugged and thought to herself,"hm... Maybe if this guy will remember more about Equestria if we walk him though it and tell him about it and being a pony he'll snap out of this." turning to the Stallion she started feeling sorry for him,"Okay... how about we take ya to Doctor Stable and have him see if ya hit your head... if he says your fine We'll humor ya and take you back to your contraption... but as we walk there how about we explain how we live?"

"Wot the?!" pressy jumped back as a pair of yellow eyes appeared on each pile of ashes and the piles collectively just slinked away into the bushes, once again dumbfounded. "Sweet Celestia, those things are resill- resi... er tough!" she said as they disappeared. "Well uh.. if you're sure... let's get outta here before something else comes for us!" she said as they went on their way.

This was a surprise... being hit in the face by a piece of runaway paper, The mare pushes off her face and pins it to the ground with her hooves. Reading over the advertisement a smile spread over her face. Adventurer, that was right up her alley! Seeing a trail of wayward papers she collected each one she could and followed the trail, eventually bumping into Windshear as she tried to catch the last one. "uh... whoops, I heard you were lookin' for adventurers, and also ya dropped these."She hoofed the bundle of papers to the stallion before her.

OOC: Doesn't necessarily mean they were looking at him all over when they first met him or took the time to notice it =P also airplane wings isn't very descriptive to be honest XD like are they in like an X shape? also what is he wearing and what kind of pilot is he? )) The mare raised a brow questioningly before searching her bags and pulling out a mirror, angling it so the stallion could see his own cutie mark while she held it in her teeth,"Well ifsh you were a hooman befshore ya shur aren't now, cause ya got one!" she said her speech messed up by the mirror in her mouth.

The mare went closer and inspected the pony,"Hm... do humans have cutie marks too?" said the mare as she went behind Ace and looked at his flank. However nonsensical this stallion's story was, It was still a bit interesting.

Pressy just stood there, staring at the incredible display of magical power with her mouth hanging wide open. Eventually she got around to shutting her jaw and coughing, trotting over to her friend and poked his side,"um... you wouldn't happen to have anymore of those things?" sh asked somewhat timidly. Honestly she was ready to have to use her own magic if she had to, but she was intending to break the wolves apart and scatter their wooden bodies, the most she expected from rusty was some kind of blinding device. Going over to the piles of ash she experimentally poked her hoof to it, these things had without a doubt kicked the bucket,"Good luck Rebuildin' yerselves from that!" she yelled at the ashes before she went back over to rusty and looked him over. "Um... if ya don't have a spare we might have to either sneak ya in or I'd have to go in myself..."

The mare stares at the picture, seemingly confused she hoofs it back to the stallion, "Mister... this is jus' way too fuzzy to make out I barely see anything but a mess of colors." If the pilot took a moment to look at it, it appeared to be crystal clear to him. he could see him family but the picture seemed to be getting a bit fuzzy looking as well in his eyes, but it was definately not as the mare described.

Pressy glanced back and went wide eyed, before practically taking off with speed, at first passing Rusty but then slowing down to match speed with her friend. "C'mon Rusty, you're the genius inventor 'ere! don't ya got something we can get rid o' these things with?!" she asked as she looked back again and saw the large Lumber-based lupines gaining on them.