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Post by Apple Bloom on Nov 11, 2012 23:56:29 GMT -5
Marble stares as the filly makes an abrupt exit from his office. He sits back on his chair and begins to wonder. "That's two ponies in three days. There has to be a pattern." A pattern. More paperwork, less cooperation. MORE paperwork, LESS cooperation. THAT'S IT! He needs to order more pens for all the paperwork! Patting himself mentally on the back, Marble heads for his door to retrieve his embedded pencil and strategize his new "Pens for Paper" initiative, This is going to be *fantastic.*
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Post by Skyheart on Nov 14, 2012 2:12:35 GMT -5
Well that was dumb, wasn't it? Sky isn't particularly known for tact or intelligence but by all this is the perfect recipe for a romantic situation. Why isn't he jumping on this? The answers could be debated until the sun comes up but until then the vapid flighty poet doesn't respond until he feels the silence pecking at him like- "OW!" No wait, that's Orpheus.
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Gilda
Yearling
Whatever.
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Post by Gilda on Dec 22, 2012 4:34:59 GMT -5
Gilda can't help feeling like she's dropped the ball somehow - a familiar feeling, of having... left something to be desired in someone she actually kinda wanted to like her. Another little shard of pain crystallizes in her already impressive collection. One more lost opportunity, nothing new. She watches Windrunner take off, and turns to Scootaloo with a look of fresh upset. "My advice is get used to being /alone/, kid. Get used to it and learn to love loneliness. The world is gonna give you a lot of crap. A ton. It's gonna hold you back. Every time you think you're biting and clawing your way to a better lot, the world's gonna throw you back down to the bottom." It may or may not be clear to Scoots that Gilda's talking to her younger self as much as she's talking to Scootaloo herself, depending on how perceptive she is of the catbird at this point. Her gaze fixates itself fiercely on Scootaloo's, and she tells the filly with a voice raspy with conviction, "But you don't give them the satisfaction. You don't stop. You don't EVER stop fighting. You know why?" She points a talon right at Scoot's nose. "Because you're /special/. You got something they don't, something they don't feel comfortable with. You're not like the others. And the world's gonna try to keep you down. Don't stay down. You're /special/, and someday you're gonna shove it in all their faces, kid."
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Post by Apple Bloom on Jan 20, 2013 19:07:06 GMT -5
"A concern, not an ahdea. Um... Sweetie Belle... ever notice how y'all act when yer frustrated?" Apple Bloom says, "There was Cutie Mark Crusaders Ship Builders..." Cut to a bunch of lumber dumped in the pond with the CMC peering over the edge of a dock, Sweetie Belle shouting out "DUMB PLANKS!" Back to Apple Bloom. "Uh... Cutie Mark Crusaders Politicians?" Cut to the CMC up on a stage being caught in a contradiction by their political opponent, Sweetie Belle pointing a hoof angrily at a startled stallion and yelling, "DUMB OPPONENT!" Again, back to Apple Bloom, "Cutie Mark Crusaders Physicists?" Cut to a singularity open over Ponyville, countless ponies fleeing or holding on for dear life to keep from getting drawn into it, with the CMC standing nearby and an angry Sweetie Belle shouting, "DUMB SPACE/TIME CONTINUUM!" Back to Apple Bloom... "... Uh... Mah point is, ah think yer getting a little too angry too easily..."
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Post by Solar Solstice on Feb 11, 2013 17:59:19 GMT -5
Solar_Solstice grins. "Yeah, I can see why you'd say that, but..." He glances at the sky again. "Something I've always wondered is whether there's some kind of life up there, too, a different kind, a cosmic kind." For a few moments his thoughts rise up to contemplate the cycles of time and space, the infinite eons stretching back and forth towards eternity, encompassing history before it even becomes a thought in the mind of the pioneer, the scholar, the revolutionary. Then he comes back down, into the profanity of regular existence, marked by the cycles of seasons and the cares of daily life, the expressions of bare sustenance and the singular isolation of his own person, floating amidst streams of memory long forgotten. Yet he moves and lives and loves, and for an instant he becomes savage and fierce, a conqueror of fate itself as he strides forth to wrest destiny from the careless progression of events, and in the same he becomes meek and humble, for he stumbles across the one thought he dares not to contemplate, the magnificent and awful consequences of the tiny ripples he makes - and has made, and would make - in the stories of ponies yet to be, and have ever been. "Do you have work that needs somepony helping?" he suddenly asks, and so echoes into the future. "Maybe I can give you some help."
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Post by Sky Blue on Mar 29, 2013 12:25:53 GMT -5
Sky Blue seems oblivious to all the family trauma. Seeing as there isn't anything appropriate to couple with in the immediate vicinity, she launches onto her second most important priority: making folks happy! "Ah would have been around more at Winter Wrap Up, sugarcube, but ah got confused and ended up in Haywaii. Ah don't really know how..." she pauses, then thumps the folder on his chest proudly, seemingly oblivious of the bawling foal. "Anyhow, that's the results of mah trip t'Haywaii! Who'd have thought a live volcano'd be so dangerous?"
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Post by Apple Bloom on Apr 10, 2013 22:37:35 GMT -5
Apple Bloom raises her hoof to the air. "Ah, Quasar, do solemnly pledge t'honor th'code of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, which is as follows: 1. We do not talk about the Code of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. 2. We will gladly daw fer th'code of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. 3. We do not question th'code of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. 4. The Code of the Cutie Mark Crusaders is a *nawce* Code. 5. The Code of the Cutie Mark Crusaders really *really* is nawce! 6. Really, no foolin'! 7. Don't make Sweetie Belle craw. I agree t'follow th'Code lest ah be put t'death via a ferret eatin' me! Amen, ferever. P. S. The Code gits us milkshakes."
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Post by Luna on May 20, 2013 22:34:08 GMT -5
Twist has her cart about half full by the time she finds four deputy ponies bearing down on her. "At eapbbbthe, boypbbbth, I'be god da coddrabadd udder gondrol." She continues trotting forward, only to discover that they have not cleared the way for her to perform her proper legal duties. "Hey! Oudda by way!" she shouts at them. Then they lunge... and a pixie stick slides down out of her mane along her nose, ripping on the sharp edge of her glasses. She sneezes with the power of a pair of sinuses forged in the unholy crucible of hay fever when all your parents feed you is hay. The meadery is suddenly choking with a cloud of pink sugar, itchy and sticky and as irritating to the throat and eyes as pepper spray. Used to traveling blind, honey jar still balanced on her head, Twist charges forward between the unfortunate officers. She can't even be tracked by sound because of the clatter of a hundred little gumballs falling out of her mane and tail in the midst of the police, each one's egg-fragile shell hiding a delicious fruity goo stickier than epoxy. Her defensive screens thus engaged and the Meadery turned into a candy minefield, she charges for the front door and her cart!
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Post by Derpy on May 22, 2013 1:53:38 GMT -5
(Twist is Candy Batman)
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Post by Solar Solstice on Jun 16, 2013 13:16:14 GMT -5
((Firefly has just told Rainbow how Luna has gifted her with new powers))
Rainbow_Dash peers over Firefly, definitely seeing the differences now that they've been mentioned. For a moment she experiences a sort of distance developing between the two of them, the cosmic power swirling about within Firefly almost palpable. The cyan pegasus feels the edges of her wings shiver, as if the air has gained an uncanny quality of quintessence, seeping in through breech in the fabric separating the world from the highest heavens and shaking the foundations of the world. She swallows, for an instant daring not to breath lest she profane the sacred celestial aether, and in the same period she walks the paths of her distant ancestors, huddled in the mountaintops and calling upon deities long forgotten by the march of time and the tireless correction of proper religion. "That's far out," she utters, cursing herself for her boldness.
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Post by Solar Solstice on Aug 5, 2013 3:18:44 GMT -5
Rainbow_Dash blinks as Derpy explains. "Guitar rooftop? Is that, like, a rooftop concert, or a rooftop shaped like a guitar...or a guitar shaped like a rooftop?" She quickly realizes that trying to ask such questions is probably a bad idea. It was like Zen, meant to be pondered rather than actually answered because it was ultimately about the emptiness of the universe, which would certainly fit Rainbow's preconception of Derpy: thinking about her sayings was bound to result in some kind of emptiness. "...Yeah, breaks are good after a hard tryin'" Rainbow Dash states, wresting herself from her morbid thoughts are, perhaps, losing whatever insight she may have had into how a derpy-eyed mare could teach her about the nothingness of the universe.
<OOC> Applejack lends Dash a copy of 'The Tao of Derp'. <OOC> You say, "I AM A GENIUS"
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Post by Solar Solstice on Nov 12, 2013 23:43:39 GMT -5
((Bardigan denies having the innate militarism of pegasi which Pauldron surmises they all have))
"You say this now," Pauldron responds, a marked solemnity emerging within his voice, "but even I can see the seeds of your innate martial nature. When you feel the force of the wind churn within your breast, and the shivering hail dance across your wingtips; when the clash of mithril keeps beat with the rolling thunder, and your heart awakens to the battle-drum of the clouds, until you can barely keep yourself from falling apart in desire of it, then you will finally understand." His words permeate the air, giving it strange corporeality. Even Rainbow Dash stiffens noticeably as she hears them. "But until then," Pauldron says, lurching back to a calmer, softer voice, "we shall amuse ourselves. Would you like a biscuit?"
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Post by Solar Solstice on Nov 24, 2013 19:35:38 GMT -5
Flint Lock growls. "We've wasted enough time already. We're in the midst of th' witchin' hour, an' Jack Tar is at his strongest. If we go fer help, we'll just waste time an' lives. Speed an' secrecy! That be the pirate's watchwords. You wanna be successful in a heist or a raid, you gotta be willin' ta' get yer own hooves dirty an' share it with nopony else."
"Yeah, what he said!" Rainbow Dash interjects, crossing her forelegs in front of her. "Leave the planning and stuff to the experts like Flat Rock and me. A Weather Patrol leader always knows what's up!" With that, she produces a spyglass and proceeds to stare down it through the wrong end.
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Mixtap3
Yearling
PARTY HARD
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Post by Mixtap3 on May 6, 2014 16:38:41 GMT -5
"We are saviors of sound, connoisseurs of cacophony, there is no music, sweeter than the sound of life, and I am a bringer of the beat!"
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Post by virgadesoleil on Jun 16, 2014 20:50:46 GMT -5
This segment is from a scenario that has not yet been posted or finished as of this posting. In this scene, Virga's dream shifted from a nightmare to waking next to Celestia.
There are no attendants here though. There are great windows and a great balcony, but beyond them lies only night. Night with energy, admittedly. Night ready to wake. "Those sound like excellent, exciting pastimes. You might even call them callings! What say you take the day to read something old--you can have access to the entire palace library--or go out flying? My sister can have you back tomorrow."
"Unless you have something you wish to do," Virga said, his eyes focusing on his coffee before the Princess. "I've been meaning to ask if there's something you'd like to do together." He hadn't the chance to ask before.
Celestia turns, standing tall, her royal yoke settling around her neck. "Something more?" she asks with a hint of surprise. "Wasn't last night enough?"
Virga blinked, his nose hovering above the hot coffee. His ears turned so deep a red now that for sure they must have mingled in some way, or as Luna put it the 8-legged, 4-winged beast. "Ah...uh...."
A pony passes by selling snacks. "Hay dogs, get'cher haydogs here!"*
*The final post in this segment is an automatically generated atmosphere post from the Crystal Arena that just happened to emit after Virga. The irony, given the subject matter, is the author of this line: Firefly. Still up to mischief!
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