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You are hereby cordially invited to attend the Royal Equestrian Guards' annual Ball. This year's event will be held in the illustrious Royal Grande hotel in Canterlot. Security will be handled by a private firm, so please remember to have your invitations and identification with you when you arrive at eight hours past noon five nights before the autumnal equinox. Proceeds from this year's Ball will benefit the Equestrian Services Organization in their efforts to improve interdisciplinary cooperation and morale, as well as to fund improvements to the training grounds and academies for the Wonderbolts, the Royal Equestrian Army, and the Twilight, Solar, and Crystal Guards. Please indicate your meal selection and that of any guests who will be attending with you on the enclosed RSVP postcard no later than three weeks before the event. This is a formal event for guards and civilians to mingle and understand one another. Evening dress is strongly recommended. The Royal Grande was one of the largest hotels in Canterlot, and tonight the entire top two floors had been reserved for processing and housing the annual Guard's Ball. On the floor below, attendees were vetted quickly and efficiently by the hired security, then processed through the registration desks by the maîtres d'hôtel who then passed the guests off to hotel staffers, with the entire operation overseen by the Equestrian Services Organization. On the top floor, the orchestra was playing a selection of light melodies on the stage of the Grande Ballroom and several smaller event halls had been arranged with tables for the various branches of the armed services and policing forces.The lighting was warm and mellow as a summer sunset, and speakers in each room conveyed the orchestra's performance or the occasional interlude or speech to all attendees. Periodically the orchestra would bring a full band onto the stage as well to combine for a symphonic version of one of the REA branches' marches or anthem. True to the spirit of the event, no table was populated entirely by any single group, and even the smallest hall contained seats reserved for civilian ticket holders and donors alike. The seating arrangements had all been planned, with little cards at each place setting to let the attendees know which seat at which table in which room their meal would be served, and hotel staff were busily busing attendees to their assigned places. There were quite literally hundreds of guests seated already, and the rooms looked to be set to accommodate even more before the evening was over. In short, the ESO had done everything in its power to make sure tonight was as stress-free as possible for each and every one of its attending servicemembers, a place and a time where they could let their manes down and just enjoy the evening without the distinctions and duties of rank and regiment. At once formal and informal, exquisite and relaxed, tonight was a night to let down walls and build inroads, and to remind the isolated and insular that the armed forces and its members were a unified whole. Tonight was the Royal Equestrian Guards' Ball.- 78 replies
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Welcome to The Third and Final Chapter for The Academy (Open to join) 2 Years Have passed since the Battle of the Skies at the Academy. The Wonderbolts had arose triumphant against the Shadowbolts, They had a Goal to Bring back Nightmare moon and Bring about Eternal Night with the use of a gem that Spitfire had purchased for defence of the Academy. The Academy had taken a large toll and lay in disrepair and disarry for 3 months after the event. Many of the Graduates of the Final test had been impored by Celestia to Join the royal guard and make the SERS (Stratiegic Equestrian Responce Squad) In order to watch for the Shadowbolts once more. It has been 2 long years and not one trace of evil has been seen in a long time, it seems that they had finnaly been defeated. Or so it seems. Start The sun had risen above Canterlot, The large city lay quietly on the mountainside Watching over The lands below. In the royal district of the city however many guards were bustling back and forth, Shifts changing, Guards going to bed, Guards giving reports about their patrols. Nothing was out of the ordinary for them except the presence of The SERS that had joined awhile back, most had thought that Velocity and Shimmer were foolish for brinning wonderbolts of all things to become guards. Most had even picked fights with the members of the squad, Celestia Tried to keep them under control but a underlaying mistrust still waned between the two groups. Thy sky Raptors had returned with a squad and had trained and watched over the SERS, They watched their talents grow with each day. They are now The 2nd most Elite guards in the city under the Supreme guard. Flashbomb lay on his cot sleeping after a very long day yesterday of training and hard work.
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So yeah, I was perusing my Facebook and one of my friends found this lovely article. https://medium.com/war-is-boring/1ce5ba1c074b Air Force Bronies are officially a real thing. Flying is Magic it seems. Though the patch should be closer to something related to the Wonderbolts imho.
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Delilah was excited, today she was going to train to be a wonderbolt, she was so excited that she packed her things and left early so she could get to know who else is going to be there,"[colour=#DAA520]Ohh, I just can't wait!" [/colour]Delilah flew up to the Academy and stood at the door, she sighed then entered to see pony after pony talking with eachother, she she got all shy and went to stand in a corner, she looked down, her Yellow and Orange mane brushing acorss her face, she didn't say a word...
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[colour=#00FF00]Rp Reopened[/colour] OPEN RP ANYONE CAN JOIN. You have Heard of the Wonderbolts. The Fameous team of pegesai that preform at arial shows and hold races. Their Names are legendary, Forever Etched in history as the best Arial team in equestria. They have opened an academy that only a select few can enter for their chance of fame and Renown. Spitfire has called upon the Pegesai that think they have what it takes to wear the uniform. To live in the Fastlane. Will you pass the Hard and daunting tests that have beat so many and become a wonderbolt? Or will you Fail and return home? The task is up to you. Take to the sky and Face the obsticals ahead. And join the Ranks of the legendary Wonderbolts! ( Few rules, no complete randomness that derailes the rp. Please no hogging the spotlight, let others have their moment to shine. You cant just automatically pass all the tests and be Top gun, it takes a few weeks to pass the test. For a select few can be instructors or other than Cadets. If you wish to be an instructor Ask in OOC. AND NO VILLANS, this does not have a main protagonist who Attacks the academy. As well the mane 6 cant be in here as they have already have been here. Rainbow dash might make a appearance to talk to the cadets.) Other than that Have fun and work together to reach your dreams. ((START)) Flashbomb had been Flying through the skies of ponyville. He preformed simple tricks here and there. He had recently heard that the wonderbolt academy was having open enrollment. Rainbow dash had already been there and passed with flying colours. Flashbomb had put in his application and Had been waiting all day for a response. He barrel rolled and flipped through the air waiting for the mail pony to deliver the mail. "Where is he? I cant wait any longer." he thought as he Soared through the air. He kept a close eye on the mailbox outside.
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From the album: Frosty's Art and Characters!
Spin Art has made it into the Wonderbolts Academy! After this she will search for her father, Speed Cloud. But she has to prove to Spitfire that she's Wonderbolt material, and especially to that one pegasus who thinks she outranks her....© Frost137
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The adrenalin was surging as Streak pumped his wings as hard as he could, he was neck-and-neck with Fleetfoot, as he crossed the finish-line a camera went off... did he lose again? "...And the winner by a nose... LIGHTNING STREAK!..." The crowds cheered as Streak grinned, looking around, bowing, raising his hooves as the applause, watching as roses, gemstones, and other things were thrown into the track and the shocked look on all his opponents faces as he received the trophy.... ....one day.... Leaves blew past the wonderbolt as he stood on the circuit, daydreaming... yes, one day he would win that race, and that's exactly how it was going to be... one day...
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"...and then the handsome Prince flew up the side of the tower, and rescued the princess, and they lived happily ever after" said the pegasus as he carefully closed the book There was a variety of sounds from around the room as the various foals clapped, cheered, or banged on hoof on their beds if another one was in a cast, a few who were unable to even do that smiled broadly Lightning Streak mirrored that smile, he loved watching the foals face's light up when he read them a story, it was always a rewarding experience, possibly even more rewarding than flying in the wonder bolts themselves was.
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Alarm? What alarm? Streak had always slept till the sun woke him, though he swore the princess was being vengeful after last night's after-show party and rose the sun quite a few hours early... The pegasus slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them, rolling over on his bed, but his mirror, placed accordingly, reflected the sun at him even from this direction... he sighed and muttered a few mildly inappropriate things as he slowly crawled off his cloud-bed. "you could have slept in today, princess, I wouldn't have held it against you" he muttered, a faint chuckle coming from his throat as he pushed himself up onto his hooves, looking around. As usual his room was a mixture of impeccably tidy, and impending disaster, but that just kept with his personality. he stumbled through his morning routine, getting himself presentable, and as he sat down he saw the note he left himself, there had been some contest, and he was supposed to spend a day with a young fan of his, while this was annoying so early in the morning, it still made him smile to think about the joy it would bring the foal... though he wished he had made a note of the foal's name... Finishing his breakfast, the Pegasus slipped into his wonderbolts uniform, not bothering pulling the hood up since it always messed up his mane and pulled his goggled over his eyes, streak then picked up his pre-packed saddle-bags that included a pick-nick lunch for him and his guest and headed outside... Cloudsdale was always a buzz with activity, weatherponies going back and forth moving clouds, merchants hawking their wares, and simple townsponies just going about their daily lives, more than a few called out to him and he waved, he walked over to the edge of the cloud, pulled down his flight goggles, and spread his wings, heading down and towards the meeting place, amused that it was on the ground, after all didnt most pegasai live in cloudsdale? then again he remembered a certain fan of the team who was a pegasus of some repute that lived on the ground, so perhaps it wasn't so odd... He glided towards the ground, keeping an eye out for the contest winner, no doubt he or she would be decked out in all kinds of Wonderbolts Merchandise... sometimes he felt they should scale back their offerings, it got a little awkward to see his picture everywhere, but it was nice to see the fans so happy so he kept his muzzle shut... As the meeting place came into view he glided down, without question, it was going to be an interesting day... -
About Myself: I am How I found Canterlot.com: I was very interested in the show, and I decided to invest time in a forum. How I became a fan of MLP:FiM: I just saw it once and I was hooked. My favourite main cast pony/s: Rainbow Dash Hey! My name is Soaren. I'm not sure if anypony has seen or heard of me, but I'm sure everypony has heard of the Wonderbolts! Yep, Spitfire and I are doing well and we actually just finished a show a few hours ago. I just wanted to check in on this forum and see how everypony is doing. I would be thankful for any replies!
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The city in the sky was always busy, people were always going and coming... and while it was not unexpected to see some silly pegasus foal flying around doing stunts, it was rarely welcome... When a fully-gown stallion was zipping around, nearly colliding with other ponies right and left, and laughing about it... of course at the same time, Streak had been doing this since he was old enough to fly, so it also had become a fairly normal occurrence. The residents had hoped that his new career would keep him away from the city... they were wrong... Streak zipped forward and made a mid-flight 'hop' over a cart, startling the driver who though the foolish flying pony was about to crash into it, but then he saw who it was and he just rolled his eyes. they had all give up getting angry about streak long ago... The pegasus did a reverse-corkscrew going upwards along a tower and zipping off, flying over the rainbow pools, leaving tiny ripples going all through the colors, making lovely swirls in places before the settled back down. The pegasus finally came to rest atop the dome of the weather-center, surveying the land of clouds. He loved to travel, but it was always great to be home.
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The crowds were cheering as the team landed for the final time, Roses were being tossed into the stadium as the 'bolts took their bows and headed inside, Streak stayed longer than the rest, waving at his fans, blowing kisses to the mares and fillies, and over all just grabbing up all the attention they were hosing him with, he loved every moment of it! When he finally made his way into the backstage area he had more than a few flower petals stuck to his sweat-drenched suit. He gently pushed his goggles up since they were tinted against the sun, improving his vision somewhat, but he still could see almost nothing until his eyes adjusted. Fortunately he knew this first patch was going to be just the large hallway under the stands, it was after he entered the building proper that he would have to watch himself closer. The further he went from the arena, the dimmer the light got as bright sunlight was replaced by flickering candle light. He smiled as he headed for his dressing room. He loved his job, he loved his fans... he did not love walking around the cool back-stage area in a soaking-wet jumpsuit though...
