Strong Hooves

Clock thought a moment before replying, "Well, I guess I could slip in an extra order for our next shipment, but that would mean you would have to pay the shipping and handling for your own watch sibce our budget doesn't exactly have room for custom orders.". He then chuckled and shook his head, "No, no, I'm the son of the owner. Names Clockwork"

((well don't wait up for me guys http://mlpforums.com/public/style_emoticons/default/dry.png)) Six had stayed silent the whole conversation with Vinyl, only muttering his name once to introduce himself. When said how he was 'drooling' over her, he looked away to hide the blush that had formed. He was about to scold Timber about her attitude, but luckily she changed it before he had to. Finally, he hitched himself to the wagon and began pulling it to Ponyville. When they made it to her house, he gathered the willpower to speak to Vinyl, walking to her while she was still in the living room, he said "W-we are mighty thankful fer ya lettin us stay at yer place Vinyl. And sorry bout mah sisters attitude, ahm sure she was just stressed from travelin." as he spoke, his one brown and one blue eyes could easily be seen.

Another blast of music jarred Sixs ears and made him fall off the wagon. Getting up, he rubbed his now sore head as he looked toward the source of the noise, seeing a white unicorn mare blaring rather loud music.

Six merely yawned and nodded, "Onward ah say! Yah!" he said playfully as he cracked an imaginary whip as Timber pulled the wagon. He then leaned over and said "If ya want me to, ah could pull the wagon" he offered. Timber was the only pony ever that he was comfortable around to be talkative. Whenever it came to other new ponies, he was usually quite silent.

Six practically jumped three feet in the air at the loud c chord that he fell off where he was sleeping, the cover fell over him covering his face. He lifted the cover up to look at her with a stern yet humored look, his brown and blue eyes showing signs of sleepiness. "Mornin ta you too" he muttered.

Static fell asleep, bored that not much was interesting him. ((going to sleep soon, I swear if I miss twenty pages by tomorrow, I'm leaving this rp.))

((Screwed up, never mind))

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Static sat and waited for Star to wake up, watching the fight with slight humor. He would help, but as of now this wasn't his fight.

"Ooh you gonna bring tha thundah? Huh brony?" asked Static as he chuckled, he was enjoying himself greatly.

As Static finished he gave the shrug pony look, "Not my fault I was born with lightning in mah veins"

"Word of warning, Star may be a little... hyperactive when she comes too. My blood tends to be a little... supercharged" he said as he finished.

Static chuckled, "Touché brony touché."

"Daww does wittle Cwock have a cwush on his lunch?" Static asked sarcastically.

"Heh, she's kinda cute when she's passed out by blood loss wouldn't you say?" he said as he began the transfusion.

One minute at home, next in Stars house. Seems legit.

Static facehoofed, "Well that's grand. Well whoopdy doo I'm O negative, the universal donor. Give me a sec and I'll grab some supplies for a transfusion." he said. He zipped off as a bolt of lightning and returned mere seconds later, "Let's do this"

The giggling and everything?

Static smiled and patted Clocks on the head, "Now was that do hard?" he asked. "What blood type is she?" he asked.

The bombs were coming too fast for Cloud, as he deflected another, he saw one heading right for him! He swept his wings to deflect it, but it exploded, sending Cloud falling hard onto the deck, burns on his chest and wings.

Static gave Clocks an 'are you bucking kidding me?' face, "Dude, if she's passed out from blood loss just tell me"

Static gave a sarcastic smile, "Well then I'd like to speak with her if she is ok" he said, not blinking as he looked at Clocks.

An I'll do better on not overdoing my posts

Static raised an eyebrow, "For a gang leader, you suck at lying." he said flatly.

Well ok, just let me know next time. You pretty much just let me do that without telling me beforehand that you'd like the problem to manifest a bit. I thought I did nothing wrong until you told me.