private Early Winter (1x1, private)

[The Elusive Cinder 1,328]

OOC: http://mlpforums.com/topic/95509-1x1-interaction-rps/

 

@@Snowdream,

 

(Hope this is suitable!)

 

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Scribe sighed. He grinned to himself (well, more like a grimace really) and stepped off the train.

 

'Why today? Why did it have to be freezing cold today?'

 

Stepping out onto the platform of Canterlot station was like stepping into a freezer after leaving the warmth of the train: he didn't particularly mind the cold - he'd been through much worse after all - but he couldn't claim that he was particularly happy about being sent to Canterlot just as winter was falling...

 

Still, the bustle of the city was a nice change if pace: he might not be here for long, but It was nice to get out once in a while without ending up lost in the mountains or at the bottom of some ruins.

 

Pushing his way out into the street and looking about blankly, Scribe groaned. Directions weren't one of his strong points.

[Snowdream 221]

@, 
 
Snowdream trotted through the streets of Canterlot, enjoying the chilly breeze. The cold was starting to return as winter approached, the trees were loosing their leaves and just as many ponies were losing their temper. Not many ponies liked the harsh conditions of winter in Canterlot, but Snowdream did.
 
As she passed the train station, she saw many ponies complaining about the weather in their posh, snobby accents. Snowdream rolled her eyes and kept walking. Finally she reached her destination: The book store. As she trotted inside she was met with a rush of warm air and the smell of books, paper and ink. She quickly grabbed the book she was looking for and passed it over the counter. Smiling cheerily at the salespony she paid for her book. The salespony only scowled back at her, and instead of 'have a nice day' he parted with a grunt.
 
'RUDE!' She thought to herself as she grabbed the book and put it in her bag before exiting the shop into the freezing cold.
 
Snowdream stopped to fix her bag, as it had come undone in the wind, and when she looked up she noticed a pony looking rather lost.
 
'I wonder if he needs any help. Probably not.' She thought as she passed by him. Only a moment later she stopped, and trotted back to him.
 
"Excuse me? Are you lost? Do you need any help?" She asked with a smile.

Edited April 24, 2014 by Snowdream

[The Elusive Cinder 1,328]

Scribe Shield.

 

'Oh no, we're fine! As long as you ignore the fact that this stupid oaf couldn't find his way out of a room with only one door!'

 

Scribe winced - he shook his head to clear it of the less than kind line of thought and looked around towards the voice.

 

"Who, me?" He asked - a little surprised that someone had actually stopped and offered to help, amongst all of the irritated faces.

 

'No... you think? Of course she's talking to you!'

 

He blinked, opened his mouth and stalled - unsure of exactly what to say.

 

"Uh... hey! Yeah, I'm not too good with the whole 'city' thing... " The stallion started to ramble awkwardly. "I mean, sorry... now I sound like an idiot. I'm not from around here and my friend asked me to pick up some things for her, but I'm not even sure where to start!"

 

Pulling out a piece... well, a scrap or paper, he lifted it into the air to show it to the mare. It was barely even readable, smudged with ink and what might have been ash. There was a very crude picture of a city that looked nothing even remotely like Canterlot drawn under the black smudges - with what was almost recognisable as writing next to it.

 

"So, uh... yeah - that's not very helpful... Sorry, I'm Scribe by the way."

[Snowdream 221]

Snowdream stared at the piece of paper, trying to work out what exactly she was looking at.

 

"Well I have no idea what this paper says or means, so I can't really help you unless you have anymore information. My names Snowdream by the way." She said still trying to uncover the secret meaning behind the paper.

 

"Sooooo.... How do you like the... Uh... Weather?" Snowdream asked awkwardly

 

'Smooth. I'm sure he loves being lost in the freezing cold. Yep. That is definitely what he is thinking.'

Edited April 26, 2014 by Snowdream

[The Elusive Cinder 1,328]

Scribe Shield.

 

Scribe took another look at the scrawled message and snorted a half laugh to himself, shrugging as he did so.

 

"Huh, doubt it's anything important - she probably just wanted me out of the house so that she could burn it down or something..." The white unicorn smirked as he elaborated. "Friend of mine - she's a bit... accident prone. Ah well - might as well have a wander, explore a little and enjoy the city a bit while I'm here."

 

Scribe looked over the mare curiously as he absentmindedly tucked the mostly useless paper away.

 

"Uhm... weather? I mean, yeah! It really is..."

 

Without the distraction of the paper it was becoming painfully obvious to Scribe just how dimwitted he must seem. It was a vicious cycle though - the more he tried to act natural, the more he seemed to fail at doing so.

 

"Sorry! I'm, uh... ahem. Not normally like this. It's, uh... really nice to meet you."

 

'No! It's cold, I'm cold, you're cold, we're all cold!'

 

He ignored the voice in his head.

 

"Yeah, it's really pretty." Shrugged the fumbling stallion, before a look of panic flashed across his face. "The weather, I mean! Uhm... y'know, snow and... stuff. When it snows!"

[Snowdream 221]

"Burn it down? That sounds like a pretty extreme 'accident'" Snowdream said a little concerned.

 

"Yeah... To be honest I wouldn't really get to excited about Canterlot, it's pretty boring, I mean big city's are all the same In my opinion, except Canterlots worse, filled with snobby unicorns and-" Snowdream cut herself off, realizing she herself was indeed a unicorn who lived in Canterlot, so she probably shouldn't be downgrading unicorns... Who live in Canterlot.

 

"You don't have too lie about the weather, I know you hate it. It's cold, I mean who even likes the cold anyway!... Apart from me..." She added the last bit quietly.

[The Elusive Cinder 1,328]

Scribe Shield.

 

Scribe blinked. The unicorn mare in Canterlot... was badmouthing unicorns from Canterlot?

 

'Remind you of someone?'

 

He glanced upwards for an instant towards the horn on his own head and grinned. His heritage was always a bit of a sore point - as was his... distaste, of the elitism that his race tended to show. He'd heard others agree with him (usually reluctantly) on occasion - but she had practically stolen the words out of his mouth!

 

"You think?" He exclaimed, before clearing his throat and continuing in a more 'normal' tone. "I mean, yeah I noticed... kind of glad I'm not the only ones who thinks that there are a lot of that type around here... but hey, your nice! ... uh, friendly, I mean. Uh... So I guess not everyone's like that?"

 

Grinning weakly, and feeling just a little more at ease, he looked around at his surroundings and motioned in the direction that the mare had been walking when she had stopped to help him. Standing around in the street wasn't achieving anything and since he had no idea where he was supposed to be going...

 

"Even if you do like the freezing cold..." He added jokingly. "Oh, and don't worry about Cinder... It's lucky if I can manage a week without something exploding, or the roof vanishing or... something. You'd be surprised how quickly you get used to it. Do you mind if I... uh... walk with you a bit? Kind of the only pony around here who seems, y'know... nice."

Edited April 28, 2014 by Cinderscribe

[Snowdream 221]

"Sure! It'd be great to have some company! After all I've finished all the jobs I had to get done for the day." She sails with a smile, pleased to hear that there was somepony else who shared her views on Canterlots eliet.

 

"So how long are you in Canterlot for? She asked casually.

 

((OOC: sorry for the short post, feeling a little ill so this will have to do ))

[The Elusive Cinder 1,328]

 

Don't worry about it - no need to rush on my account. Hope you feel better soon.

 

 

Scribe Shield.

 

The stallion blinked - more than expecting disappointment and actually taking a moment to realise that the mare was actually still speaking to him.

 

"As long as I like, I guess." Shrugged Scribe. "I've got a few things to do for myself but there's not really any rush - I tend to travel around a lot but... I guess you could say I'm 'between adventures' right now so y'know, plenty of free time to do stuff."

 

Indeed - It had actually been a few months now since anything interesting had happened: and while he was perfectly happy with lounging around and generally being lazy... he tended to be pretty restless. It was one of the reasons he had agreed to come to the city - it was better than sitting around being useless.

 

"What about you, are you from around here? You don't seem... uh... the type. You know? In a good way I mean!"

[Snowdream 221]

"I'd love to travel all across Equestria one day, travelling sounds like such a thrill!" She said briefly caught up in her own imagination.

 

"Well I'm not originally from here, I used to live in Phillydelphia but I moved here to study at Celestias school for gifted unicorns, and never moved since. I'm pleased to know that I don't just blend in with the snobbyness of Canterlot ponies though.

 

 

((OOC: sorry I've been away, I've been quite sick this past week, and I'm only just getting back into the rhythm of daily life))

Edited May 3, 2014 by Snowdream