Post by Solar Solstice on Nov 18, 2012 16:57:43 GMT -5
OOC Date: October 10, 2012
Characters: Match Maker, Bardigan, Solar Solstice
Setting: An awkward conversation is even more awkwardly interrupted!
<OOC> You say, "I hope I'm not intruding here
"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "We haven't even started anything yet :-3"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "You're welcome to join us!"
Match_Maker comes trotting down from the direction of the EverFree forest, humming quietly to herself. Time to try out her new disguise, see if she can smoke out Glamour! But really, what's da point? She'll find that witch eventually!
<OOC> Bardigan stands next to Solar and points at himself. "You must be this handsome to join the RP."
<OOC> Solar_Solstice :<
"~Patience took you for everything~Looked like a diamond ring~You are so much longer~That made sense~Apathy in disguise...~" Well, that's a familiar sound to anypony that has wandered the outskirts of Ponyville. Bardigan is never averse to giving impromptu concerts. His singing echoes over the shore of the large pond from atop a large cloud about thirty feet up. The bard lounges without a care in the world, lost in the beat of his music, the strumming of his guitar, and the rest of the ensemble that only he can hear. "Honesty! Is what you need!~It sets you free~Like a pony to save you...~"
PUB >> Match_Maker goes on a Maple-devouring rampage!
PUB >> Bardigan says, "The changeling has a taste for pony meat!"
PUB >> Match_Maker blushes. "I thought you said not to talk about what we were doing behind closed doors."
PUB >> Bardigan says, "... That... was an awkward choice of words."
PUB >> Bardigan goes to hide under his hat.
PUB >> Solar_Solstice says, "What"
Match_Maker, as always, is drawn to Bardigan like iron filings to a lodestone. She glides quietly, hooves skimming the grass as she flies towards Bardigan.
<OOC> Bardigan is performing this tonight. www.youtube.com/watch?v=6M_uDu-FTjg&feature=related
In a near repeat of the first time they met, Bardigan is almost completely unaware of whoever might be sneaking up on him. But honestly, who would be sneaking up on him but harmless fans? So there's no reason to worry. "~Let it go, but hurry now~There's undertow~And I don't wanna lose you now...~" And on the music goes, until Bardigan *does* open his eyes and catch a familiar shape coming towards him. He just grins, glad for an audience, and keeps playing.
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Hmmm...? Did I use this form with Bardigan already?"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Oh! You're already in your disguise?"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Sorry."
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Well in that case, Bard's just happy to have an audience."
Match_Maker grins as she glides up on Bardigan... She lands right next to him, and silences the bard before many more words can escape his lips. Oh she's not violent... Far from it. The reason he'd have trouble singing is because she's forcefully locked lips with him.
<OOC> You say, "Hmm thats a bit direct"
Oh, she wants to sit and watch? Well, Bardigan's never averse to that either! "~Sit down and spi-fffmmhhh!" He gurgles into the kiss, eyes going comically wide as he tries to push as far back into the cloud as he can go in a (useless) bid to escape. Ironically, his attempt to gasp just opens his mouth to it. He's far too shocked to do anything but stare at the strange mare, hooves flailing for purchase on the her shoulders to push her back. "Mmm...madam!" he stutters through their lips. "Wait!"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "I've never claimed to be anything but blunt and direct."
Match_Maker smiles to herself and him as she kisses the stuffing out of him. A little changeling magic, and the kiss becomes EXTRAspecialgood. Then she breaks it a split second later. "Yes Bardigan?" she asks coyly, pulling back a little.
"Agh... hmmf!" Bardigan is rather helpless at this point, trapped with a pony on top and a cloud behind, his eye twitching from the sudden influx of... *feelings*. How did a kiss he was too shocked to feel suddenly get like that?! He shivers almost violently and his wings snap open, looking thoroughly dazed by the time the mare pulls away. He blinks several times to get his thoughts back in order, sprawled out awkwardly under his guitar. "Ahh... wow... do, do I know you?" he wonders. "Because... I think I'd remember a kiss like that."
Match_Maker lowers her eyelashes a little. "We've met." she says, a mischevious twinkle in her bright green eyes. "You've sung for me before." she purrs, snuggling up to him. "And I've decided that I want you to be my very special somepony."
Bardigan stiffens up, and not in the good way. "Wait, what?" he says flatly. Every famous pony has their overly adoring fans... but this is the first of his that's been so upfront! "Wait, wait," he says, struggling to scoot away from her. "Miss. Wait. Please. This isn't proper. Now, I mean... I'm flattered, but... who *are* you?"
Match_Maker winks, before dipping in to give him another delicious kiss. "I'm just teasing. We've hardly known each other very long. It's more of a long-term goal." she purrs, running a hoof over his back and rubbing his neck. "You can call me..." she leans in and kisses his ear. "Match."
Bardigan manages to get away from this one, making it more of a peck than anything else as he ducks away, ears all aflutter at the kiss. "Match!" he gasps, and grabs her by the shoulders to hold her at leg's length. "That's *you*?" He looks her up and down, appraising her new look. "Well, goodness me. Is this going to be a... full time gig?" he asks, gesturing at the changeling's new form. "You look... nice," he says, nodding with approval, an then raises his eyebrow. "You've been looking through Rarity's fashion magazines, haven't you?"
Match_Maker goes suddenly shy. "Is it that obvious? I just... I'm trying to fit in better." she says, fidgeting a bit. "So... Ummm... Do you like it? I thought if I were pretty enough you might be able to stand being seen with me."
<OOC> You say, "Does Bard know about Match's identity?"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Yes."
Bardigan tilts his head. "Stand...? Match, that's not what this is about, is it?" he wonders, and gently rubs her shoulder. "I was worried what other ponies might think for fear of your safety, not because... I don't want to be seen with a changeling." Well, except maybe when Royal Guards are involved. That would be a little awkward. No, officer, this isn't chitin, my friend just has a skin condition! "You're a changeling, but I never considered you ugly. The fangs are a little intimidating, but honestly you were more just exotic than anything else." He gives her another look up and down, more slowly this time. "But, um. Good choice," he says with a nudge and a wink.
Match_Maker blushes and darts in for a quick peck on Bardigan's cheek. "That means a lot to me... You're so sweet. I almost lost control when I was around Pumpkin Seed and Red Velvet. I was so jealous... There isn't romantic love like that among changelings. It's pretty rare I mean." she says quietly. "But... Do you think maybe we could..." she digs in her bags. "Go out?" she murmurs, looking at a pilfered romance guide she stole from Rarity.
<OOC> You say, "Changelings have no love :<"
<OOC> You say, "K ready."
Bardigan's expression grows rather solemn now. He knows she just arrived, but even this was unexpected... "Match," he says, removing his hooves from her. "Match, I want you to remain calm when I say this, but... I'm not exactly on the market, as it were." He takes a deep breath and looks away. "A lot of things have happened recently, and... I'm not exactly in the state of mind to go looking. And I don't want to take advantage of you. You barely know anything about pony society. I can't just take you on a date with the true aim of making you my special somepony when you're in such a... vulnerable state. It wouldn't be right." He sighs, looking at her almost fondly as he notices the help guide. "My dear... it takes more than a book to learn about this kind of thing."
As Solar Solstice starts to trot down the lane, his ever-broken smoothie machine dangling about in the cart behind him, he begins to entertain dread about the pattern befalling him. Was it going to get broken /again/ today? He still needs to make Apple Bloom make up for the damage she did to his last machine, but he's been busy trying to fix it himself. Ah well. He blinks as he spots the two pegasi (or so it seems to him) having a talk of some kind. "Good day there," he says to them, waving in greeting as he passes.
Match_Maker takes a deep breath. "Do you think we could be friends then? So you could teach me?" she asks with a smile. "I know more than I did." she says with a grin, bouncing up off of Bardigan and laying back next to him on the cloud. "I can go whole days now without doing anything 'unponylike'." she says, waving a wing at Solstice.
Bardigan does smile at that, wide and sincere. Match was an amazing kisser, but he's far too great a gentlecolt to let that affect his thinking (too much). "Well. I think I could do that for sure." He watches her use her wing to wave at Solar. "So I see... good job," he says, using his own wing to give her a gentle nudge, using the other to wave at Solar too. "But what's this about losing control?"
<OOC> You say, "And...passing through XP"
Solar_Solstice just passes through and tries to respect their privacy by not eavesdropping. He's not very good at it. "Losing...control?" he repeats to himself. "Lose control of what?" he says aloud, the cart and machine clanking about loudly as he stops suddenly. Those were weird words to hear together in a statement!
Match_Maker blushes. "Well... It's a jealousy thing. But instead of eating chocolate to get over it, my people munch on other things... usually related to whoever made us jealous. it doesn't happen much, and among our people it encourages bonding and sympathy... I don't think it would work the same with ponies here." she says, humming to herself as she snuggles up to Bardigan and looking over to Solar. "Yeah... My people place a high standard on being honest and blunt with our feelings."
Bardigan has no problems with snuggling. It's what the best friendships are based on. "Well... yes. You might find it hard to chew on ponies and make it so they don't... bleed." He coughs, remembering her formidable fangs. How is something so dangerous wrapped in such an adorable yet oversized package? He glances down at Solar and, realizing he just heard what they were talking about, decides to laugh it off. "Oh, just a couple of friends joking around, Solar. You know, she gets into Pinkie's sugar stash, things get a little crazy... you know how it is," he says, giving Match a quick wink.
<OOC> You say, "Hmm...would that incident with Pumpkin have gotten out by now? Or at all?"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Probably. If he's been as drunk as he says he's been."
Solar_Solstice looks at Bardigan and Match Maker with a long, dumbfounded stare. Several things start to click in his mind. "Uh, um," he utters. "Are you that...changeling that ponies were talking about in the pub last night?" Obviously Bardigan's lame explanation wasn't catching!
Match_Maker chuckles at Bardigan's words. "Yeah. Ponies... tend..." she stops, stares at Solar, and gets to her hooves. "I should go." she says, eyes glinting. "I mean no harm..." she says to Solar. "I'll go now."
Bardigan stands up quickly, settling a wing gently over Match's back. "No, wait. Please," he says. "Solar," he says, looking down at the earth pony. "Don't do anything. Don't say anything. Just listen to me. There's no changeling here, clearly. Just an ordinary pony. You can see that, can't you?" he asks, tilting his head, silently asking Solar to take the hint with his sharp stare. "Nothing but harmless ponies around here."
Solar_Solstice's eyes widen in alarm, but not because of who Match is. "No, wait, I'm not afraid!" he says, straightening up and trying to intercept Match before she runs off...except he's still hitched to his cart. He falls on his rear with an *unf!* "Ow! I- uhhh-" He stares at Bardigan and sees his stern glare, his own visage slackening to a passive, bland expression. "Uhh...of course! Nothing but harmless ponies in this part of Equestria!" he declares, standing up on his hooves again. "Yes sir!"
Match_Maker blushes and looks down, scuffing a hoof. "Ummm... You didn't have to do that. I know it's hard for ponies to... Well, y'know. Trust anyone like me." she says, biting her lip quietly.
Screenplay has arrived.
<OOC> Screenplay says, "hey"
<OOC> You say, "Hey Screenplay!"
<OOC> Screenplay says, "what up"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "We're Rping."
Bardigan raises an eyebrow at Solar's surprisingly quick cooperation. "Oh! Well. That's good then. Uh, carry on. Soldier." He looks back at Match and smiles, the wing on her back folding into a hug. "Don't worry," he says. "Ponies are just a little skittish at first. Once they see you're here with no evil in your heart and all for harmony like them, they'll warm right up to you! After all, it didn't take long for me to do just that, now did it?" he asks with an amicable smile.
Solar_Solstice doesn't exactly have the initiative in this situation...or most situations, really. He is definitely willing to see past differences, however, and while admitedly being in the presence of a changeling is a little freaky for him, the pegasus mare doesn't seem all that bad at first glance. Unless that's part of the tri- "I dunno if a lot of other ponies will think that," he observes. "And...I don't mistrust you. Not yet. I mean, it's not that I have a reason to...or maybe I do but...yeah. I won't tell anypony, promise."
Screenplay comes fling over as she spots some ponies she dips down ad landing she trots over. "Say what's going on?" she asks
Match_Maker breathes a big sigh of relief as Solar says that. "Okay. WHEW. I mean... Yeah. Thank you, for not telling I mean." she says, shying back against Bardigan's side.
The current pose order is: {Bardigan Screenplay Match_Maker Solar_Solstice}.
Bardigan keeps his rather protective wing around Match Maker for the moment. Maybe he just has a soft spot in his heart for lost creatures; Diamond must have something to do with that. "Deep breaths, Solar," he says to the other pony's stuttering. To Match Maker, he asks, "Have you found any place to stay apart from, uh..." He blinks a few times. "Where have you been staying, anyway?"
Match_Maker smiles and nods. "I've been staying in the EverFree. Plenty to eat there. There was some tasty Blue Ivy stuff too. It tasted REALLY good too!" she says with a big ol' smile.
Solar_Solstice nods. "Sure thing, miss! Or mister. Do normal changelings have-" His mouth hangs about a bit before he shuts it, stopping himself before he goes somewhere he doesn't want to be. He balks as Match talks about blue ivy.
Screenplay smiles as she listens, "Say what are vou guys talking about.." she says looking between ponies.
Bardigan's smile quickly slips off his face. "Blue ivy," he mutters, and remembers hearing something about that in a passing conversation with Twilight. "You ate... Poison Joke?" He looks over her once again, lifting his wing. "Match ate Poison Joke," he explains to the other two ponies. "And... you're all right?" he says, and all of a sudden he's in inspection mode, looking her in the eye, fiddling with her wings, bending down to look at her undercarriage, even sniffing her imitation mane. "Nothing happened?" he realizes with a gasp of amazement.
Match_Maker yelps and jumps back as Bardigan noses at her. "Why? Shouldn't I be? It was just ivy." she says with a smile. "What's this poison oak stuff you're talking about?" she asks, trying to cover herself as he goes poking around.
"It makes sense, actually," Solar says. "Given that her chan-lieunh-" He fumbles his words just as Screenplay comes up to them. "-Nnghgnothing is exactly what should happen!" he shouts, before taking a deep breath. Where was he? "Hello miss pegasus!" he greets Screenplay, "and what brings you here today?"
Screenplay nods as she heads out waving as she then smiles .." see ya ponies
Screenplay has left.
"Normally poison joke does something awful to anypony who even gets near it, but here you are safe and sound! After *eating* it! Twilight would love to get a load of this." Bardigan circles around Match, looking carefully to make sure there isn't anything amiss. In a totally innocent, concerned about her wellbeing way, of course! He *is* a gentlecolt, despite what neighsayers might tell you. "Goodness. You just have all kinds of surprises hidden in there, don't you?" Bardigan says when he comes back around, playfully poking at Match's side. Are changelings ticklish, with all that smooth armor skin?
Match_Maker's body FEELS like normal pony flesh. Even her mane and tail feel QUITE real. The mare is blushing hotly as Bardigan pokes at her. "Maybe it wasn't the bad kind...? Like how some plants pretend to look like poisonous kinds so that animals don't eat them?" she asks in a VERY shy voice.
Solar_Solstice is a bit too naive to really get the unwanted implications of Bardigan's physical investigations. "Like I was, uh, trying to say, maybe its because of your, uh, changeling physiology, or something. I read in a book somewhere that changelings can't really change their, uh...inside self." He grins a bit, thinking he's managed to coguh out a reasonable explanation.
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Wow Bardigan. Personal Space Much?"
<OOC> You say, "He's done that with half the mares he's met X3"
<OOC> Match_Maker <3's a forward stallion.
<OOC> You say, "Apaprently so do a lot of mares
"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Pfft. Bardigan's just concerned about a friend. That's all."
<OOC> You say, "I don't deny that!"
<OOC> You say, "But alnog the way he generates innuendo anyway
"
<OOC> Bardigan is awesome like that.
<OOC> You say, "Meanwhile Solar thinks that that sort of thing is just what dcotors do during checkups X3"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "And yet some of the stallions here wonder why they don't get the mares."
<OOC> You say, "His personality is almost completely contrary to Bard's n.n;"
<OOC> You say, "Heh"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Keep THAT up and Bardigan might find himself in a rather... interesting situation."
Bardigan stops poking, perhaps to Match's relief. But his hoof does linger for a few seconds more. She does feel remarkably real. Even her blush is convincing. "That's entirely possible. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that changelings can already change?" And only then does his hoof leave. "Either way, that's quite impressive, miss Match. But I'd watch that around other ponies... not that normal ponies will go anywhere near Poison Joke on a good day anyway."
The current pose order is: {Match_Maker Solar_Solstice Bardigan}.
Match_Maker smiles and captures Bardigan in a strong hug. "So tell me. Are you THIS forward with every mare, or is it just on special occasions. Don't be coy. Stallions don't just go nosing around like that unless they're interested."
Solar_Solstice vaguely recalls some rumours about Bardigan he's heard at the pubs but can't recall at the moment. He also has little experience with come-ons or innuendos of any kind, so the whoel thing is a bit confusing for him at the moment. "Interested in...being friends?" he utters.
Bardigan blushes solidly, glancing back and forth. "Well. You did choose a very captivating form to inhabit. Not that I'm going back on my word about dating," he is quick to clarify. "But I am unafraid of giving my approval of the female form. You're sure to catch more eyes than just my own while you adapt to life here, miss Match," he says with a somewhat immodest grin. "But that does mean you should be all the more careful of who you associate with," he warns. "I couldn't bear to see you get in trouble over your beauty." Poor Solar is mostly ignored. If he can't figure out why two grown ponies are hugging and talking about being forward, he doesn't know how he can help!
Match_Maker chuckles as she glances back at Solar. "Well, certain things can be...implied about a relationship if a pony is too... 'friendly' with their hooves." she says, before turning back to the issue at hand. "Mr. Bardigan, I do believe that's flattery I smell. What would you improve?" she asks, turning around and flicking her tail at his nose.
Truth be told, Solar /does/ have several experiential references he can recall if he wants to. Sometimes he would see his parents snuggling, but he figured that was just being friendly. He /did/ learn a lot about romance from the various classical texts his parents had him read during his education, about flirts and fops and all that. Knowing it in theory and literature was one thing, though; knowing it in real life is another. "But how would your hooves even-" he pauses, and then blushes deeply. OK that was definitely a thought in the absolute wrong direction.
"Yes," Bardigan says, as the only confirmation that Solar gets. He chuckles at the tail flick and moves to stand alongside Match. "Oh... it all seems to be in order to me," he says with a flashy smile. "Perhaps a slight bit more girth in the chest and neck... slender is all well and good, but some meat on the bones never hurt a pony. Helps you tell ponies you're proud of who you are!" He puffs out his own chest to illustrate, and then turns to Solar with a teasing grin. "What do *you* think, Solar? Has Match gotten herself an aesthetically pleasing disguise?"
Match_Maker chuckles as she adds a little bit in the indicated places, stopping when Bardigan indicates that there's enough. She's VERY nice to look at, and poses a bit. "mmmm... I ought to be getting to the market. Wouldn't terribly mind see you boys again." she says. She moves like a striking snake, suddenly all up in Bardigan's face, ker-SMOOCHING.
Solar_Solstice blinks. "I like...slender and elegant, myself." Looks like Bardigan's got Solar judging his mares' looks! When Match starts kissing Bardigan again he decides that it's a good time for him to leave. "Uhh...I should go now, Bard, Miss, just gotta...I'll go." He bows tersely and then hightails it out of there, the machine cart jangling loudly as he goes. Awkward!
"Well, I sure hope you fit iii-amf!" Bardigan erks as he's caught in another kiss. Are all changelings this affectionate? He should probably be glad she's the only one around here. He's too surprised to do anything but stand there and take it, until it ends. "Well," he says, with a little grin. "Do make sure you're careful swinging *that* power around too."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "'That' power?"
<OOC> Bardigan is referring to her kissing.
Match_Maker smirks and snuggles up to Bardigan. "Why don't you... 'sing' to me a little more?" she asks, nibbling ever so slightly at the bards neck.
Bardigan sighs heavily and forces himself to pull away. "Match," he says simply. "I'm sorry. I'm never above some playful flirtation, but... It's more than likely nothing will come of this, you know that, right?" he asks straight out. "I'm willing to be your friend, but... please. So neither of us get hurt... we barely know each other. And I *can't* take advantage of your naivete. I won't. For both our sakes, just understand. I will always support you, but love... real love... it's not something I can say with certainty will be given. Just so we're clear." He pulls out his guitar once again. "But my love of my talent... my love of making ponies happy? That's something that will always be freely given." He settles in against the cloud once more, and pats the space next to him. "I hope you're hungry. There's plenty to go around."
((That was a bit more suggestive than it should have been XP ))
Characters: Match Maker, Bardigan, Solar Solstice
Setting: An awkward conversation is even more awkwardly interrupted!
<OOC> You say, "I hope I'm not intruding here
"<OOC> Match_Maker says, "We haven't even started anything yet :-3"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "You're welcome to join us!"
Match_Maker comes trotting down from the direction of the EverFree forest, humming quietly to herself. Time to try out her new disguise, see if she can smoke out Glamour! But really, what's da point? She'll find that witch eventually!
<OOC> Bardigan stands next to Solar and points at himself. "You must be this handsome to join the RP."
<OOC> Solar_Solstice :<
"~Patience took you for everything~Looked like a diamond ring~You are so much longer~That made sense~Apathy in disguise...~" Well, that's a familiar sound to anypony that has wandered the outskirts of Ponyville. Bardigan is never averse to giving impromptu concerts. His singing echoes over the shore of the large pond from atop a large cloud about thirty feet up. The bard lounges without a care in the world, lost in the beat of his music, the strumming of his guitar, and the rest of the ensemble that only he can hear. "Honesty! Is what you need!~It sets you free~Like a pony to save you...~"
PUB >> Match_Maker goes on a Maple-devouring rampage!
PUB >> Bardigan says, "The changeling has a taste for pony meat!"
PUB >> Match_Maker blushes. "I thought you said not to talk about what we were doing behind closed doors."
PUB >> Bardigan says, "... That... was an awkward choice of words."
PUB >> Bardigan goes to hide under his hat.
PUB >> Solar_Solstice says, "What"
Match_Maker, as always, is drawn to Bardigan like iron filings to a lodestone. She glides quietly, hooves skimming the grass as she flies towards Bardigan.
<OOC> Bardigan is performing this tonight. www.youtube.com/watch?v=6M_uDu-FTjg&feature=related
In a near repeat of the first time they met, Bardigan is almost completely unaware of whoever might be sneaking up on him. But honestly, who would be sneaking up on him but harmless fans? So there's no reason to worry. "~Let it go, but hurry now~There's undertow~And I don't wanna lose you now...~" And on the music goes, until Bardigan *does* open his eyes and catch a familiar shape coming towards him. He just grins, glad for an audience, and keeps playing.
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Hmmm...? Did I use this form with Bardigan already?"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Oh! You're already in your disguise?"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Sorry."
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Well in that case, Bard's just happy to have an audience."
Match_Maker grins as she glides up on Bardigan... She lands right next to him, and silences the bard before many more words can escape his lips. Oh she's not violent... Far from it. The reason he'd have trouble singing is because she's forcefully locked lips with him.
<OOC> You say, "Hmm thats a bit direct"
Oh, she wants to sit and watch? Well, Bardigan's never averse to that either! "~Sit down and spi-fffmmhhh!" He gurgles into the kiss, eyes going comically wide as he tries to push as far back into the cloud as he can go in a (useless) bid to escape. Ironically, his attempt to gasp just opens his mouth to it. He's far too shocked to do anything but stare at the strange mare, hooves flailing for purchase on the her shoulders to push her back. "Mmm...madam!" he stutters through their lips. "Wait!"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "I've never claimed to be anything but blunt and direct."
Match_Maker smiles to herself and him as she kisses the stuffing out of him. A little changeling magic, and the kiss becomes EXTRAspecialgood. Then she breaks it a split second later. "Yes Bardigan?" she asks coyly, pulling back a little.
"Agh... hmmf!" Bardigan is rather helpless at this point, trapped with a pony on top and a cloud behind, his eye twitching from the sudden influx of... *feelings*. How did a kiss he was too shocked to feel suddenly get like that?! He shivers almost violently and his wings snap open, looking thoroughly dazed by the time the mare pulls away. He blinks several times to get his thoughts back in order, sprawled out awkwardly under his guitar. "Ahh... wow... do, do I know you?" he wonders. "Because... I think I'd remember a kiss like that."
Match_Maker lowers her eyelashes a little. "We've met." she says, a mischevious twinkle in her bright green eyes. "You've sung for me before." she purrs, snuggling up to him. "And I've decided that I want you to be my very special somepony."
Bardigan stiffens up, and not in the good way. "Wait, what?" he says flatly. Every famous pony has their overly adoring fans... but this is the first of his that's been so upfront! "Wait, wait," he says, struggling to scoot away from her. "Miss. Wait. Please. This isn't proper. Now, I mean... I'm flattered, but... who *are* you?"
Match_Maker winks, before dipping in to give him another delicious kiss. "I'm just teasing. We've hardly known each other very long. It's more of a long-term goal." she purrs, running a hoof over his back and rubbing his neck. "You can call me..." she leans in and kisses his ear. "Match."
Bardigan manages to get away from this one, making it more of a peck than anything else as he ducks away, ears all aflutter at the kiss. "Match!" he gasps, and grabs her by the shoulders to hold her at leg's length. "That's *you*?" He looks her up and down, appraising her new look. "Well, goodness me. Is this going to be a... full time gig?" he asks, gesturing at the changeling's new form. "You look... nice," he says, nodding with approval, an then raises his eyebrow. "You've been looking through Rarity's fashion magazines, haven't you?"
Match_Maker goes suddenly shy. "Is it that obvious? I just... I'm trying to fit in better." she says, fidgeting a bit. "So... Ummm... Do you like it? I thought if I were pretty enough you might be able to stand being seen with me."
<OOC> You say, "Does Bard know about Match's identity?"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "Yes."
Bardigan tilts his head. "Stand...? Match, that's not what this is about, is it?" he wonders, and gently rubs her shoulder. "I was worried what other ponies might think for fear of your safety, not because... I don't want to be seen with a changeling." Well, except maybe when Royal Guards are involved. That would be a little awkward. No, officer, this isn't chitin, my friend just has a skin condition! "You're a changeling, but I never considered you ugly. The fangs are a little intimidating, but honestly you were more just exotic than anything else." He gives her another look up and down, more slowly this time. "But, um. Good choice," he says with a nudge and a wink.
Match_Maker blushes and darts in for a quick peck on Bardigan's cheek. "That means a lot to me... You're so sweet. I almost lost control when I was around Pumpkin Seed and Red Velvet. I was so jealous... There isn't romantic love like that among changelings. It's pretty rare I mean." she says quietly. "But... Do you think maybe we could..." she digs in her bags. "Go out?" she murmurs, looking at a pilfered romance guide she stole from Rarity.
<OOC> You say, "Changelings have no love :<"
<OOC> You say, "K ready."
Bardigan's expression grows rather solemn now. He knows she just arrived, but even this was unexpected... "Match," he says, removing his hooves from her. "Match, I want you to remain calm when I say this, but... I'm not exactly on the market, as it were." He takes a deep breath and looks away. "A lot of things have happened recently, and... I'm not exactly in the state of mind to go looking. And I don't want to take advantage of you. You barely know anything about pony society. I can't just take you on a date with the true aim of making you my special somepony when you're in such a... vulnerable state. It wouldn't be right." He sighs, looking at her almost fondly as he notices the help guide. "My dear... it takes more than a book to learn about this kind of thing."
As Solar Solstice starts to trot down the lane, his ever-broken smoothie machine dangling about in the cart behind him, he begins to entertain dread about the pattern befalling him. Was it going to get broken /again/ today? He still needs to make Apple Bloom make up for the damage she did to his last machine, but he's been busy trying to fix it himself. Ah well. He blinks as he spots the two pegasi (or so it seems to him) having a talk of some kind. "Good day there," he says to them, waving in greeting as he passes.
Match_Maker takes a deep breath. "Do you think we could be friends then? So you could teach me?" she asks with a smile. "I know more than I did." she says with a grin, bouncing up off of Bardigan and laying back next to him on the cloud. "I can go whole days now without doing anything 'unponylike'." she says, waving a wing at Solstice.
Bardigan does smile at that, wide and sincere. Match was an amazing kisser, but he's far too great a gentlecolt to let that affect his thinking (too much). "Well. I think I could do that for sure." He watches her use her wing to wave at Solar. "So I see... good job," he says, using his own wing to give her a gentle nudge, using the other to wave at Solar too. "But what's this about losing control?"
<OOC> You say, "And...passing through XP"
Solar_Solstice just passes through and tries to respect their privacy by not eavesdropping. He's not very good at it. "Losing...control?" he repeats to himself. "Lose control of what?" he says aloud, the cart and machine clanking about loudly as he stops suddenly. Those were weird words to hear together in a statement!
Match_Maker blushes. "Well... It's a jealousy thing. But instead of eating chocolate to get over it, my people munch on other things... usually related to whoever made us jealous. it doesn't happen much, and among our people it encourages bonding and sympathy... I don't think it would work the same with ponies here." she says, humming to herself as she snuggles up to Bardigan and looking over to Solar. "Yeah... My people place a high standard on being honest and blunt with our feelings."
Bardigan has no problems with snuggling. It's what the best friendships are based on. "Well... yes. You might find it hard to chew on ponies and make it so they don't... bleed." He coughs, remembering her formidable fangs. How is something so dangerous wrapped in such an adorable yet oversized package? He glances down at Solar and, realizing he just heard what they were talking about, decides to laugh it off. "Oh, just a couple of friends joking around, Solar. You know, she gets into Pinkie's sugar stash, things get a little crazy... you know how it is," he says, giving Match a quick wink.
<OOC> You say, "Hmm...would that incident with Pumpkin have gotten out by now? Or at all?"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Probably. If he's been as drunk as he says he's been."
Solar_Solstice looks at Bardigan and Match Maker with a long, dumbfounded stare. Several things start to click in his mind. "Uh, um," he utters. "Are you that...changeling that ponies were talking about in the pub last night?" Obviously Bardigan's lame explanation wasn't catching!
Match_Maker chuckles at Bardigan's words. "Yeah. Ponies... tend..." she stops, stares at Solar, and gets to her hooves. "I should go." she says, eyes glinting. "I mean no harm..." she says to Solar. "I'll go now."
Bardigan stands up quickly, settling a wing gently over Match's back. "No, wait. Please," he says. "Solar," he says, looking down at the earth pony. "Don't do anything. Don't say anything. Just listen to me. There's no changeling here, clearly. Just an ordinary pony. You can see that, can't you?" he asks, tilting his head, silently asking Solar to take the hint with his sharp stare. "Nothing but harmless ponies around here."
Solar_Solstice's eyes widen in alarm, but not because of who Match is. "No, wait, I'm not afraid!" he says, straightening up and trying to intercept Match before she runs off...except he's still hitched to his cart. He falls on his rear with an *unf!* "Ow! I- uhhh-" He stares at Bardigan and sees his stern glare, his own visage slackening to a passive, bland expression. "Uhh...of course! Nothing but harmless ponies in this part of Equestria!" he declares, standing up on his hooves again. "Yes sir!"
Match_Maker blushes and looks down, scuffing a hoof. "Ummm... You didn't have to do that. I know it's hard for ponies to... Well, y'know. Trust anyone like me." she says, biting her lip quietly.
Screenplay has arrived.
<OOC> Screenplay says, "hey"
<OOC> You say, "Hey Screenplay!"
<OOC> Screenplay says, "what up"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "We're Rping."
Bardigan raises an eyebrow at Solar's surprisingly quick cooperation. "Oh! Well. That's good then. Uh, carry on. Soldier." He looks back at Match and smiles, the wing on her back folding into a hug. "Don't worry," he says. "Ponies are just a little skittish at first. Once they see you're here with no evil in your heart and all for harmony like them, they'll warm right up to you! After all, it didn't take long for me to do just that, now did it?" he asks with an amicable smile.
Solar_Solstice doesn't exactly have the initiative in this situation...or most situations, really. He is definitely willing to see past differences, however, and while admitedly being in the presence of a changeling is a little freaky for him, the pegasus mare doesn't seem all that bad at first glance. Unless that's part of the tri- "I dunno if a lot of other ponies will think that," he observes. "And...I don't mistrust you. Not yet. I mean, it's not that I have a reason to...or maybe I do but...yeah. I won't tell anypony, promise."
Screenplay comes fling over as she spots some ponies she dips down ad landing she trots over. "Say what's going on?" she asks
Match_Maker breathes a big sigh of relief as Solar says that. "Okay. WHEW. I mean... Yeah. Thank you, for not telling I mean." she says, shying back against Bardigan's side.
The current pose order is: {Bardigan Screenplay Match_Maker Solar_Solstice}.
Bardigan keeps his rather protective wing around Match Maker for the moment. Maybe he just has a soft spot in his heart for lost creatures; Diamond must have something to do with that. "Deep breaths, Solar," he says to the other pony's stuttering. To Match Maker, he asks, "Have you found any place to stay apart from, uh..." He blinks a few times. "Where have you been staying, anyway?"
Match_Maker smiles and nods. "I've been staying in the EverFree. Plenty to eat there. There was some tasty Blue Ivy stuff too. It tasted REALLY good too!" she says with a big ol' smile.
Solar_Solstice nods. "Sure thing, miss! Or mister. Do normal changelings have-" His mouth hangs about a bit before he shuts it, stopping himself before he goes somewhere he doesn't want to be. He balks as Match talks about blue ivy.
Screenplay smiles as she listens, "Say what are vou guys talking about.." she says looking between ponies.
Bardigan's smile quickly slips off his face. "Blue ivy," he mutters, and remembers hearing something about that in a passing conversation with Twilight. "You ate... Poison Joke?" He looks over her once again, lifting his wing. "Match ate Poison Joke," he explains to the other two ponies. "And... you're all right?" he says, and all of a sudden he's in inspection mode, looking her in the eye, fiddling with her wings, bending down to look at her undercarriage, even sniffing her imitation mane. "Nothing happened?" he realizes with a gasp of amazement.
Match_Maker yelps and jumps back as Bardigan noses at her. "Why? Shouldn't I be? It was just ivy." she says with a smile. "What's this poison oak stuff you're talking about?" she asks, trying to cover herself as he goes poking around.
"It makes sense, actually," Solar says. "Given that her chan-lieunh-" He fumbles his words just as Screenplay comes up to them. "-Nnghgnothing is exactly what should happen!" he shouts, before taking a deep breath. Where was he? "Hello miss pegasus!" he greets Screenplay, "and what brings you here today?"
Screenplay nods as she heads out waving as she then smiles .." see ya ponies
Screenplay has left.
"Normally poison joke does something awful to anypony who even gets near it, but here you are safe and sound! After *eating* it! Twilight would love to get a load of this." Bardigan circles around Match, looking carefully to make sure there isn't anything amiss. In a totally innocent, concerned about her wellbeing way, of course! He *is* a gentlecolt, despite what neighsayers might tell you. "Goodness. You just have all kinds of surprises hidden in there, don't you?" Bardigan says when he comes back around, playfully poking at Match's side. Are changelings ticklish, with all that smooth armor skin?
Match_Maker's body FEELS like normal pony flesh. Even her mane and tail feel QUITE real. The mare is blushing hotly as Bardigan pokes at her. "Maybe it wasn't the bad kind...? Like how some plants pretend to look like poisonous kinds so that animals don't eat them?" she asks in a VERY shy voice.
Solar_Solstice is a bit too naive to really get the unwanted implications of Bardigan's physical investigations. "Like I was, uh, trying to say, maybe its because of your, uh, changeling physiology, or something. I read in a book somewhere that changelings can't really change their, uh...inside self." He grins a bit, thinking he's managed to coguh out a reasonable explanation.
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Wow Bardigan. Personal Space Much?"
<OOC> You say, "He's done that with half the mares he's met X3"
<OOC> Match_Maker <3's a forward stallion.
<OOC> You say, "Apaprently so do a lot of mares
"<OOC> Bardigan says, "Pfft. Bardigan's just concerned about a friend. That's all."
<OOC> You say, "I don't deny that!"
<OOC> You say, "But alnog the way he generates innuendo anyway
"<OOC> Bardigan is awesome like that.
<OOC> You say, "Meanwhile Solar thinks that that sort of thing is just what dcotors do during checkups X3"
<OOC> Bardigan says, "And yet some of the stallions here wonder why they don't get the mares."
<OOC> You say, "His personality is almost completely contrary to Bard's n.n;"
<OOC> You say, "Heh"
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "Keep THAT up and Bardigan might find himself in a rather... interesting situation."
Bardigan stops poking, perhaps to Match's relief. But his hoof does linger for a few seconds more. She does feel remarkably real. Even her blush is convincing. "That's entirely possible. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that changelings can already change?" And only then does his hoof leave. "Either way, that's quite impressive, miss Match. But I'd watch that around other ponies... not that normal ponies will go anywhere near Poison Joke on a good day anyway."
The current pose order is: {Match_Maker Solar_Solstice Bardigan}.
Match_Maker smiles and captures Bardigan in a strong hug. "So tell me. Are you THIS forward with every mare, or is it just on special occasions. Don't be coy. Stallions don't just go nosing around like that unless they're interested."
Solar_Solstice vaguely recalls some rumours about Bardigan he's heard at the pubs but can't recall at the moment. He also has little experience with come-ons or innuendos of any kind, so the whoel thing is a bit confusing for him at the moment. "Interested in...being friends?" he utters.
Bardigan blushes solidly, glancing back and forth. "Well. You did choose a very captivating form to inhabit. Not that I'm going back on my word about dating," he is quick to clarify. "But I am unafraid of giving my approval of the female form. You're sure to catch more eyes than just my own while you adapt to life here, miss Match," he says with a somewhat immodest grin. "But that does mean you should be all the more careful of who you associate with," he warns. "I couldn't bear to see you get in trouble over your beauty." Poor Solar is mostly ignored. If he can't figure out why two grown ponies are hugging and talking about being forward, he doesn't know how he can help!
Match_Maker chuckles as she glances back at Solar. "Well, certain things can be...implied about a relationship if a pony is too... 'friendly' with their hooves." she says, before turning back to the issue at hand. "Mr. Bardigan, I do believe that's flattery I smell. What would you improve?" she asks, turning around and flicking her tail at his nose.
Truth be told, Solar /does/ have several experiential references he can recall if he wants to. Sometimes he would see his parents snuggling, but he figured that was just being friendly. He /did/ learn a lot about romance from the various classical texts his parents had him read during his education, about flirts and fops and all that. Knowing it in theory and literature was one thing, though; knowing it in real life is another. "But how would your hooves even-" he pauses, and then blushes deeply. OK that was definitely a thought in the absolute wrong direction.
"Yes," Bardigan says, as the only confirmation that Solar gets. He chuckles at the tail flick and moves to stand alongside Match. "Oh... it all seems to be in order to me," he says with a flashy smile. "Perhaps a slight bit more girth in the chest and neck... slender is all well and good, but some meat on the bones never hurt a pony. Helps you tell ponies you're proud of who you are!" He puffs out his own chest to illustrate, and then turns to Solar with a teasing grin. "What do *you* think, Solar? Has Match gotten herself an aesthetically pleasing disguise?"
Match_Maker chuckles as she adds a little bit in the indicated places, stopping when Bardigan indicates that there's enough. She's VERY nice to look at, and poses a bit. "mmmm... I ought to be getting to the market. Wouldn't terribly mind see you boys again." she says. She moves like a striking snake, suddenly all up in Bardigan's face, ker-SMOOCHING.
Solar_Solstice blinks. "I like...slender and elegant, myself." Looks like Bardigan's got Solar judging his mares' looks! When Match starts kissing Bardigan again he decides that it's a good time for him to leave. "Uhh...I should go now, Bard, Miss, just gotta...I'll go." He bows tersely and then hightails it out of there, the machine cart jangling loudly as he goes. Awkward!
"Well, I sure hope you fit iii-amf!" Bardigan erks as he's caught in another kiss. Are all changelings this affectionate? He should probably be glad she's the only one around here. He's too surprised to do anything but stand there and take it, until it ends. "Well," he says, with a little grin. "Do make sure you're careful swinging *that* power around too."
<OOC> Match_Maker says, "'That' power?"
<OOC> Bardigan is referring to her kissing.
Match_Maker smirks and snuggles up to Bardigan. "Why don't you... 'sing' to me a little more?" she asks, nibbling ever so slightly at the bards neck.
Bardigan sighs heavily and forces himself to pull away. "Match," he says simply. "I'm sorry. I'm never above some playful flirtation, but... It's more than likely nothing will come of this, you know that, right?" he asks straight out. "I'm willing to be your friend, but... please. So neither of us get hurt... we barely know each other. And I *can't* take advantage of your naivete. I won't. For both our sakes, just understand. I will always support you, but love... real love... it's not something I can say with certainty will be given. Just so we're clear." He pulls out his guitar once again. "But my love of my talent... my love of making ponies happy? That's something that will always be freely given." He settles in against the cloud once more, and pats the space next to him. "I hope you're hungry. There's plenty to go around."
((That was a bit more suggestive than it should have been XP ))