Post by Bardigan on Sept 8, 2014 22:23:25 GMT -5
Note: Occurs soon after the RP Log Blueblood, Applemonger
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There's a legend spreading around Ponyville. It started just this morning. The little colts and fillies are claiming that Saddle Lake is haunted, because when they went there for a noontime swim, they claimed to hear loud, incessant, and high-pitched sobbing coming from the bushes. Along with this was somepony berating themselves in the most deprecating manner. They caught glimpses of a snow-white ghost pony crying into what appeared to be an apron. The children were so disturbed none of them investigated thoroughly and instead went around telling every single adult who would listen, so predictably, it came to Marble Memory's attention... and he may also note that Blueblood was nowhere to be seen today.
This is a heck of a thing for the bureaucrat to deal with fresh out of the hospital. He heard descriptiuons of what foals thought was a ghost and immediately befure halfway through the first description figured it was Blueblood. He remembers the good old days, when all he had was his paperwork. He sighs, trotting around the lake, listening for the ghostly.
It's not hard to find. Blueblood sounds almost inconsolable, though he's worked his way through depression and into resignation. "I might as well admit it!" he wails. "I'm a failure! I'm a coward! I'm nothing! Do you hear me, Luna?! Do you hear me, Celestia?! Your nephew is useless and PROUD of it! Proud! I am a lump on a log! The nadir of intelligence and the most curmudgeonly of colts. Ooooh woe is me! ... Hm, that was rather lackluster." There's a short pause as Blueblood clears his throat. "Ahem. HUURK! Ahem! WOOOOOE IS MEEEEEE!"
Well, it almost sounded to Marble like Blueblood was finally broken. At least until he seemed to change gears mid-woe there. "Sheesh, even a lowly 'commoner' has *some* pride, Blueblood." Marble says sharply. Chasing after the prince, it turns out, hasn't been too hard on Marble, though he's sure he's going to have to talk to Applejack. "Come on out, come on."
"AHH!" Blueblood squeals. "Marble?! What? How did you find me? I chose the perfect spot!" His face pokes out of the nearby bushes. "Is... Is Applejack with you? Or Celestia forbid, RARITY?" He slowly crawls out, looking quite a mess. He hasn't bathed in a full day, it seems like. His eyes are puffy and bloodshot. "Umm... hello."
"Actually you did. BAsically assured that the only pony who'd bother to check out some 'wailing ghost at the lake' would be me." Marble wrinkles up his nose. "Please tell me you didn't roll in something." Marble inches closer, sniffsniff. Sniff. Sniiiiiiiffffff...
"... I think I did," Blueblood mutters. "I figured it was appropriate. I am of such utterly base behavior and intelligence I might as well roll in the dirt like the rest of the ponies around here! I am finally one of them, Marble. I failed at something as simple as selling *apples.* Apples! I panicked because of APPLES!" He grabs Marble's shoulders. "Peasant work is supposed to be so easy! WHY CAN'T I GET ANYTHING RIGHT?!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! YOU'RE TOUCHING ME!" Marble freaks out. He checks his fur quickly for signs of... disease? He whimpers a moment, before trying to get back his dignity. "Because 'peasant' work isn't as easy as you think. How long do you think it took Applejack to sell her first apple?"
"Oh, I don't know! A day? An hour? What does it *matter?*" Blueblood grouses, turning away and shaking his head. "I can't do it! I can't do *anything!* She's probably already fired me. And do you know *why* it happened? Because of that... that CREATURE!" He stomps his hooves. "That RARITY! That insufferable mare! She is the one who perturbed me so. I panicked. I couldn't stand to be near her. I gave up my princely demeanor and dignity. And I ran. And I destroyed Applejack's cart." He sniffles. "She must hate me now, like everypony else does out there. Oh, what did I do to deserve being MEEEEEE!" The big stallion drops onto the ground and starts rolling around in the dirt, crying his eyes out all over again.
Marble is sure there's dog poop around, too. The stallion looks perhaps a little grossed out until he says, "Come on let's get you home..."
Blueblood stops rolling, landing on his side. "I don't wanna go home."
"Now you're acting like a foal." Marble says, glowering down at the filthyu Blueblood. "So you're telling me you're giving up after all this?" Marble's gone through too much now!
"No! I'm not going anywhere! I've given up on everything! I can't go back to Canterlot and tell the Princesses I failed, I can't go back to Ponyville because Rarity will kill me and Applejack will kill me even worse and I can't go anywhere else because everypony hates me and I can't do anything right!" Blueblood flumps and curls up on the ground, trying to sniffle some more and finding he has run completely out of tears to shed. "Just leave me alone, Marble. I'm a lost cause."
"I'll talk to Applejack and Rarity. Just stay at my house a couple days while I take care of things." Marble says, deadpan an unimpressed with the wallowing. You want to wallow? File the paperwork! Equestria has paperwork for everything. "Get up."
Blueblood shoots a glare up at Marble, who is really completely at fault. "Oooh, I see Marble. That's what's going to happen. I get up. I go home! Then you TALK to Rarity and Applejack!" He slowly rises up, his expression growing more and more deranged. "And eeeeverything turns out PEACHY!" He leans in close, grinning a huge, toothy grin. "Is that what's going to happen, Marble? Is it?!"
Marble doesn't blink, his expression doesn't change, Blueblood must remember Marble still controls his life at this point. "Yes." That one, simple word. Marble's a father of three foals, a prince having a hissy fit doesn't phaze him.
Blueblood deflates immediately, dropping onto his haunches. "... Fine," he grumbles. "I... suppose I could do with a bath anyway..."
"Oh..." Marble realizes something. "BEfore you set foot in my house we';ll have to handle whatever you've been rolling in... outside." Marble motions. "Come on, then, let's get this over with."
Blueblood grumps and points down the road. "Lead on," he says, thoroughly convinced that his life this time, for real, is over.
Soon Blueblood is back at the house. Well. Outside the house where Marble told him to stand and wait. This is certainly very ominous.
Blueblood is waiting there, for what he does not know. All he knows is that he's still miserable and Ponyville is so darn happy it just makes him hate it all the more. He scowls at Marble's door, waiting. Waiting for his life to officially end forever.
This is when Marble comes around from the back yard, carrying a garden hose with a spray nozzle on the end. And five minutes later Blueblood is thoroughly sprayed down from his glorious mane to his glorious hooves.
Blueblood stands there, glaring through his wet mane at Marble when he's done. Remarkably he stood still through the entire thing. Perhaps because he's too tired or thinks he deserves it, or he's just too angry to know what to do right now. "... Are you done?" he asks, spitting out a mouthful of water.
"Oh, quit being such a baby. I have to keep a clean home. You can shower now." Marble says, trotting over to turn off the water. "Besides, it's probably better than you wallowing out there at the lake."
"No it isn't," Blueblood mutters. "I actually deserve the lake. I don't deserve a shower. I don't deserve anything."
Marble takes a dejected Blueblood. "Come on. I know what'll cheer you up: Vinyl Scratch just baked a fresh batch of bran muffins!"
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There's a legend spreading around Ponyville. It started just this morning. The little colts and fillies are claiming that Saddle Lake is haunted, because when they went there for a noontime swim, they claimed to hear loud, incessant, and high-pitched sobbing coming from the bushes. Along with this was somepony berating themselves in the most deprecating manner. They caught glimpses of a snow-white ghost pony crying into what appeared to be an apron. The children were so disturbed none of them investigated thoroughly and instead went around telling every single adult who would listen, so predictably, it came to Marble Memory's attention... and he may also note that Blueblood was nowhere to be seen today.
This is a heck of a thing for the bureaucrat to deal with fresh out of the hospital. He heard descriptiuons of what foals thought was a ghost and immediately befure halfway through the first description figured it was Blueblood. He remembers the good old days, when all he had was his paperwork. He sighs, trotting around the lake, listening for the ghostly.
It's not hard to find. Blueblood sounds almost inconsolable, though he's worked his way through depression and into resignation. "I might as well admit it!" he wails. "I'm a failure! I'm a coward! I'm nothing! Do you hear me, Luna?! Do you hear me, Celestia?! Your nephew is useless and PROUD of it! Proud! I am a lump on a log! The nadir of intelligence and the most curmudgeonly of colts. Ooooh woe is me! ... Hm, that was rather lackluster." There's a short pause as Blueblood clears his throat. "Ahem. HUURK! Ahem! WOOOOOE IS MEEEEEE!"
Well, it almost sounded to Marble like Blueblood was finally broken. At least until he seemed to change gears mid-woe there. "Sheesh, even a lowly 'commoner' has *some* pride, Blueblood." Marble says sharply. Chasing after the prince, it turns out, hasn't been too hard on Marble, though he's sure he's going to have to talk to Applejack. "Come on out, come on."
"AHH!" Blueblood squeals. "Marble?! What? How did you find me? I chose the perfect spot!" His face pokes out of the nearby bushes. "Is... Is Applejack with you? Or Celestia forbid, RARITY?" He slowly crawls out, looking quite a mess. He hasn't bathed in a full day, it seems like. His eyes are puffy and bloodshot. "Umm... hello."
"Actually you did. BAsically assured that the only pony who'd bother to check out some 'wailing ghost at the lake' would be me." Marble wrinkles up his nose. "Please tell me you didn't roll in something." Marble inches closer, sniffsniff. Sniff. Sniiiiiiiffffff...
"... I think I did," Blueblood mutters. "I figured it was appropriate. I am of such utterly base behavior and intelligence I might as well roll in the dirt like the rest of the ponies around here! I am finally one of them, Marble. I failed at something as simple as selling *apples.* Apples! I panicked because of APPLES!" He grabs Marble's shoulders. "Peasant work is supposed to be so easy! WHY CAN'T I GET ANYTHING RIGHT?!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! YOU'RE TOUCHING ME!" Marble freaks out. He checks his fur quickly for signs of... disease? He whimpers a moment, before trying to get back his dignity. "Because 'peasant' work isn't as easy as you think. How long do you think it took Applejack to sell her first apple?"
"Oh, I don't know! A day? An hour? What does it *matter?*" Blueblood grouses, turning away and shaking his head. "I can't do it! I can't do *anything!* She's probably already fired me. And do you know *why* it happened? Because of that... that CREATURE!" He stomps his hooves. "That RARITY! That insufferable mare! She is the one who perturbed me so. I panicked. I couldn't stand to be near her. I gave up my princely demeanor and dignity. And I ran. And I destroyed Applejack's cart." He sniffles. "She must hate me now, like everypony else does out there. Oh, what did I do to deserve being MEEEEEE!" The big stallion drops onto the ground and starts rolling around in the dirt, crying his eyes out all over again.
Marble is sure there's dog poop around, too. The stallion looks perhaps a little grossed out until he says, "Come on let's get you home..."
Blueblood stops rolling, landing on his side. "I don't wanna go home."
"Now you're acting like a foal." Marble says, glowering down at the filthyu Blueblood. "So you're telling me you're giving up after all this?" Marble's gone through too much now!
"No! I'm not going anywhere! I've given up on everything! I can't go back to Canterlot and tell the Princesses I failed, I can't go back to Ponyville because Rarity will kill me and Applejack will kill me even worse and I can't go anywhere else because everypony hates me and I can't do anything right!" Blueblood flumps and curls up on the ground, trying to sniffle some more and finding he has run completely out of tears to shed. "Just leave me alone, Marble. I'm a lost cause."
"I'll talk to Applejack and Rarity. Just stay at my house a couple days while I take care of things." Marble says, deadpan an unimpressed with the wallowing. You want to wallow? File the paperwork! Equestria has paperwork for everything. "Get up."
Blueblood shoots a glare up at Marble, who is really completely at fault. "Oooh, I see Marble. That's what's going to happen. I get up. I go home! Then you TALK to Rarity and Applejack!" He slowly rises up, his expression growing more and more deranged. "And eeeeverything turns out PEACHY!" He leans in close, grinning a huge, toothy grin. "Is that what's going to happen, Marble? Is it?!"
Marble doesn't blink, his expression doesn't change, Blueblood must remember Marble still controls his life at this point. "Yes." That one, simple word. Marble's a father of three foals, a prince having a hissy fit doesn't phaze him.
Blueblood deflates immediately, dropping onto his haunches. "... Fine," he grumbles. "I... suppose I could do with a bath anyway..."
"Oh..." Marble realizes something. "BEfore you set foot in my house we';ll have to handle whatever you've been rolling in... outside." Marble motions. "Come on, then, let's get this over with."
Blueblood grumps and points down the road. "Lead on," he says, thoroughly convinced that his life this time, for real, is over.
Soon Blueblood is back at the house. Well. Outside the house where Marble told him to stand and wait. This is certainly very ominous.
Blueblood is waiting there, for what he does not know. All he knows is that he's still miserable and Ponyville is so darn happy it just makes him hate it all the more. He scowls at Marble's door, waiting. Waiting for his life to officially end forever.
This is when Marble comes around from the back yard, carrying a garden hose with a spray nozzle on the end. And five minutes later Blueblood is thoroughly sprayed down from his glorious mane to his glorious hooves.
Blueblood stands there, glaring through his wet mane at Marble when he's done. Remarkably he stood still through the entire thing. Perhaps because he's too tired or thinks he deserves it, or he's just too angry to know what to do right now. "... Are you done?" he asks, spitting out a mouthful of water.
"Oh, quit being such a baby. I have to keep a clean home. You can shower now." Marble says, trotting over to turn off the water. "Besides, it's probably better than you wallowing out there at the lake."
"No it isn't," Blueblood mutters. "I actually deserve the lake. I don't deserve a shower. I don't deserve anything."
Marble takes a dejected Blueblood. "Come on. I know what'll cheer you up: Vinyl Scratch just baked a fresh batch of bran muffins!"