Fun at the Beach (Open!)

[TwoBits]

((OOC: Apologies for breaking posting order, but I'd also like to try and keep this going if possible. ^^; ))

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Come to think of it, Nightflight thought as she approached her towel, it was a wonder none of her things (except the towel, which had been viciously kicked and flung a good number of yards) had happened to be underhoof when the big stallion came charging through. She'd been so preoccupied with flinging HERSELF out of the way, he could very well have trampled her book or saddlebags flat and she wouldn't have even noticed until after her heart had started going again! Within a minute, the saddlebags were looped over her back again, the battered towel draped lazily over that, and the book tucked into an open bag pocket for later convenience, and Nightflight found herself landing near the volleyball court group just in time to hear said burly stallion give his introduction. And--holy Tartarus, nobody was kidding about the amount of food. Would they even be able to finish all of that??

"Oh my goodness, this all looks so good." Nightflight dumped her bags and towel, her empty-since-breakfast stomach grumbling and prompting her to help herself to a couple sandwiches. The wiry Pegasus plopped back down on her towel to indulge a few quick, eager bites of food before contributing to the name-giving cycle. "I'm Nightflight," she offered. "Mostly I work at a cloud surfing station in Las Pegasus, but I also do some stunt flying here and there. I figured I could use a break from the desert heat, so...here I am." She gestured widely around her at the beach. "It's nice to meet you, Rail Gear. And..." The amicable smile of greeting that had shown up on her face shrunk just a teeny bit as her eyes fell on the tattooed stallion, realizing that he was still here as well. Hmph...well, maybe there was still time yet to form a second, amending impression of this aggressively blunt pony. She would stay cautiously optimistic. "You too," she finished her trailing sentence simply, realizing she lacked a name.

[SunsetSombra]

{{ Apologies - the thread has been dead for a while, and it seems like sticking to the order may be a tricky thing. }}

Vinyl paused at the sight of the griffons approach, holding for a moment to let her get a good look - she was used to being looked at, came with the territory...but she didn't often see a griffon up close wanting to do so, and it was even less of an occurence when said griffon didn't exactly know who she was. It was kinda funny, actually - the idea of being called a super hero tickled her pink and she couldn't help just chuckle out loud at the comment.

" Well, ponies do kinda call me super from time to time, but I'm no hero! " she says with a coy grin...running a hoof through her mane for a moment as she takes time to assess the situation a little. " m'flattered you like the look though, it's one that works pretty well when running the floors of the clubs an' parties all over Equestria. " - she extends a hoof to the griffon to shake, a wide smile adopted on her muzzle as the good humored DJ then continues on to introduce herself. " Names Vinyl, Vinyl Scratch - otherwise known as DJ Pon3, Rising star of the canterlot DJ circuit an' all around awesome mare! "

She couldn't help but showboat a little - it was kinda how she operated afterall, and when it came down to it...Vinyl just loved talking to others who didn't know about her all that much.

" I don't meet a whole lot of you folks, so it's always a pleasure t'meet and greet when I can! "

[Zeig]

 

"Yeah-huh," Inkbrand stated blandly around a mouthful of food, before swallowing and pointing half a sandwich in RailGear's direction. "They brew you guys to spike other ponies into the sand on a daily basis, then?" he questioned, but with a hint of laughter now coloring his voice. Time, food, and easy-going conversation had effectively slackened off most of the grey stallion's anger - now, the ribbing came absolutely natural to him, snidely bringing up embarrassing or downright bad situations that could now be laughed over.

 

The dark-looking Pegasus from earlier had also deigned to take a seat and feast out, and Inkbrand turned to give her an appraising look as she did so - also completely by habit. She looked pretty young, still a filly even, but apparently she had an attitude already. He hadn't completely missed the glare she'd thrown at him earlier, after all - as if getting in RailGear's face had been a completely inappropriate reaction to nearly getting his head lobbed clean off!

 

Still, she seemed amiable now, even if she was a bit stiff. Inkbrand didn't let that bother him, instead sending a cheeky and half-sarcastic wave of one hoof in Nightflight's direction as her sentence trailed off, presumably searching for a name. The grey stallion leant back in the warm sand, the rest of the sandwich disappearing into his mouth as he prepared to turn back towards RailGear and maybe demand a demonstration of the "and then some" ponies, but a flash of white down by the beach snagged his attention almost immediately, and instinctively. A white coat was always cause enough to go after -

 

Oh. Well, buck him.

 

Inkbrand couldn't hold in a slight chuckle as he pushed himself back up into a sitting position, leaning towards and slightly around Nightflight to get a better look at the beach. Yup, that was Vinyl Scratch alright, with Aquaria bounding excitedly around her. Maybe asking for another CPR dummy to practice on? "Oi, what're you two doing!" Inkbrand yelled out, waving one hoof in the air and heedless of any beach goers that might have been peacefully enjoying the warm sunlight along the strand. "Get over here already, the food's not going to last!"

 

…It, probably would, but that was besides the point.

 

Another light chuckle escaped Inkbrand as he lay back down in the sand, forelegs crossed behind his head and sunglasses pushed firmly down his snout. Buck, it was just the perfect temperature for lazing around on the beach. Hot, yes, but with a cool sea air keeping temperatures from boiling. "The name's Inkbrand," he stated lazily, not really addressing either pony in particular, though his muzzle swung around to face RailGear again, "brewed from the best tattoo artists in Equestria."

 

[moonshineTheleocat]

((Ah crud. Sorry about the delay. The notification system on this board works only when it wants to.))

Rail gear gazed dully to the white disk jockey mare, and the crazed life guard. The Griffoness reminded the massive stallion of a much smaller cousin of his. But at least his sanity wasn't as bad as confusing any mare for a super powered pony. Even if he was in worst of his “day”. Which actually translated to a week, from what Rail had learned on his own. Or his Grand-dad... who seemed to think everything was out to get ya. Like the time he spouted off somethin about canary comin at him with a cross-eyed look and a brick. As insane as a deranged spider.

But still... this was something he felt he should have been used to. But, even then it still seemed... odd to just watch this happen. He did break his impassive look with a small chuckle after seeing the Griffon's tail beat furiously at the air.

The colossal stallion then turned to the mare, and smiled. He was always responcive to compliments. The only other skill he prided himself with other than tuggin trains, was feedin ponies. And making sure the food he was feeding was actually good. “Why thank-ye...” He chimed happily through his rumbling voice. As low pitched as it was, it was surprisingly able to reach a slightly higher pitch.

But he then frowned when he noticed the mare's aggression to the gray stallion. Sure it might have been barely noticable. But it was one of those looks a mother would give her foal's friend if that colt happened to be rollin with the wrong crowd.

“Nooow,” RailGear began given the mare a raised brow, “ya can't still be mad at him, Nightflight? Can't blame a stallion for gettin mad when somethin almost knocks his block off.”

The stallion then heard Inkbrand's name, followed by a parody of what his introduction had been. The stallion turned around, with the same brow still raised. Before given a light chuckle.

“Don't be weird, boy.”

[TwoBits]

Nightflight pretty much missed the snarky little wave sent in her direction, thanks to promptly turning her attention back to her sandwiches after naming herself. She did startle a bit, however, at the proximity of the stallion leaning around her to bellow at somepony somewhere out on the beach, even leaning back and away a bit to recover some of that precious personal space. Good Celestia, she wasn't used to that kind of abrupt closeness! Still, he did seem to at least be less angry and confrontational now, so...well, Rail Gear was right, it wasn't like she really still had that left to hold against him. She might as well follow the others' lead, and try to let it go.

"Iiiii guess not," she admitted slowly. The adolescent swallowed the last of her sandwich, waiting until conversation had turned back between Rail Gear and Inkbrand before getting up to fetch herself another few sandwiches, coming back to plop down onto her towel and stretch out her wings onto the sand with a decompressing sigh.

[Zeig]

 

Don't be weird, really?

For somepony that had nearly taken the head of another pony, this Rail Gear was really full of himself. Or, he wasn't nearly as nice-bred as he pretended to be and was quickly losing focus of his neighborly farm-raised persona in the face of his mocking.

"Considering you nearly killed me a few minutes ago, I'll be whatever the buck I want to be," Inkbrand stated assertively, not even batting an eyelash as he scarfed down another half sandwich. The tattoo-clad stallion didn't even bother addressing the grey Pegasus filly, who was apparently mad at him for being…mad. Like he had no bucking right to scream at a stallion that had come close to taking off his head.

Bucking of course - somepony nearly kills him and he ends up being the bad guy.

They were all the same, all of them. They tried to act different, maybe even fooled themselves into thinking they were more kindly and gooder than others, but they were the same. Ponies like Nightflight existed wherever one went, judging and dismissing in the same breath they condoned judgmental and dismissive ponies. Bucking cycle.

Rail Gear, though…

Despite his sudden turn around from morose and easily cowed colt to steadfast and confident stallion, at least the large Earth Pony could clearly see things from different perspectives. Hence why he was sitting here eating all his food, Inkbrand supposed, but still. Seemed chill enough. The grey Earth Pony pondered the other some more, before abruptly shoving down one last watermelon slice and hopping onto his hooves.

"Thanks for the eats, though," the tattoo-clad stallion said easily, before pausing to spit out some watermelon seeds into the sand. "Try not to kill anypony else before the day's over with, yeah?" Despite himself, a sly smile crept over Inkbrand's face as he flicked his shades back down over his face, a toss of his head his only goodbye as he collected his belongings and began trudging back up the sand dunes. Definitely not a great way to end his miniature vacation to Seasaddle Bay - and he hadn't even gotten in the water - but after nearly being murdered twice over, by stallion and griffon respectively…well.

Suffice to say, there was only so much vacation he could handle in one day.

 

 

 

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