White Out

(No more Bold Green Letters, They are f***ing annoying to do..)

 

Tlalli walked over the the collection of weapons and scanned them all individually, They all.. seemed somewhat difficult to aquire. All the daggers, axes, maces and more was amazingly overwelming, Too much to choose from, she wished she had her own weapon from in her carved cabinets at home. Tlallis eyes eventually came across a nice, long sharp dagger, She picked it up in her mouth and swug it around abit, It was close to perfectly fit and balanced in her mouth; Tlalli turned around to see Sagittarius walking.. away. She put her weapon on the ground and talked to back of him "Hey, Where are you going?" she moved closer to him and kicked her dagger slightly as she walked, Just so she didn't have to run back to get it, When she got up next to him, She slowed her walking, Hoping he'd do the same "You're just going to walk into a insane murderious town where you could die easily?" she said, she exhaled softly and opened her mouth to speak again "Sounds like fun, Could I join you?" she picked up her Dagger in her mouth which was quite close to her now and kept walking beside Sagittarius, He seemed nice enough.. Atleast until she got to know him alittle better, or maybe her thoughts would twist with reality.

Hm? Somepony was following him?

Sagittarius turned his head to see Tlalli approaching him. Oh, she was just following the rest of the- WORDS OH CELESTIA WORDS AGAIN.

She seemed to be just full of questions for the colt. Why was she so interested? Sagittarius was a particularly uninteresting pony, and anypony taking interest in such an uninteresting pony was either very easily amused or needed medical help. Sagittarius was half-sure everypony here fit the latter category, so maybe Snooty Mc...

...Prissy Mc...

...Fli...con...

...he couldn't really think of a derogatory nickname for Tlalli, actually. She was alright in Sagittarius's book. Apparently sensible enough to point out that he was willingly walking into scary-crazy-murder-town, where he would more than likely be murdered by Stabby or Douchebag or Donner or Blitzen or all nine magical maim-deer at the same time. A flat nod was his only response to that.

And she wanted to follow him to scary-crazy-murder-town? That was fine with him. A nod to that as well. He seemed to be nodding a lot to her that day.

Well, he was okay with that.

Sagittarius wordlessly approached Pisces from his little corner of silence and slapped him across the face. He slapped him as hard as he bucking could. Then he walked back to his previous spot, apparently satisfied with the development.

With that percussive therapy finished, the colt could focus more on the more important things at hoof, like the choice everypony was making. And seeing how the decision seemed to be unanimously 'scary crazy murder town', the colt was inclined to agree that, yes, everypony was crazy, and everypony could use a good slap just like Douchebag McFlipOut. But Sagittarius didn't have the patience to personally therapize every crazy pony in his vicinity, so he'd have to deal with more important problems first. Like scary-crazy-murder-town, for instance. That was quite the problem.

...yep.

He was a little lost, actually. Not literally, but mentally. Perhaps it would be better to simply follow the rest of the ponies. No use splitting the party, after all. 'The more the merrier'? Maybe 'strength in numbers' was more appropriate. Either way, sticking with the majority seemed to be the best option if he wanted to keep being not-dead. Dying was not his favorite hobby.

Scary-Crazy-Murder-Town it was. He began walking.

The shit?
Sagittarius was expecting snakes. He opened that pack, and was a little surprised to not be greeted by a face full of fangs. Instead, knives. And sticks. And something else he wasn't sure the name was. Were all of these things filled with weapons? Why in the ever-loving buck would anypony want to outfit a group of students with sharp, pointy objects? It was bad enough that Stabby was already so practically giddy that he decided to show his stabs to a tree, but now there was an entire bus-worth of colts and fillies with pointy objects he had to worry about!

It wasn't as if Sagittarius knew how to use a weapon in the first place. Scorpio: Bane of Trees Everywhere had his magic to rely on, but the earth pony was offered no such luck. Well, at least the bag could be useful, he guessed...

With one deft motion and a flat expression, Sagittarius grabbed at the bottom and flipped the saddlebag over, spilling its pointy contents to the ground with a ringing clatter. There: all fixed. If anypony wanted this unbelievably shitty pile of swords, that was their problem. The light-blue colt pushed himself back up from the mess of weapons at his hooves, and threw the pack over his back. It wasn't a perfect replacement for all of his other stuff he lost, but it was something. A bag was a bag was a bag.

Ah, yes, BlackShardNixium, I've been meaning to ask, since it has become an issue attention has been brought to the subject (shamelessly by myself, of course): What exactly is in the travel bags that were packed? I assume it's something quite valuable important, thus my post being rather open-ended, as I don't actually know what's inside. Would you rather answer that here, or in the Roleplay thread?

Hokay. Sagittarius was done laying down now.

The ground was uncomfortable, the air was cold, and the surroundings weren't showing any signs of turning into rainbows and puppies anytime soon. Inaction wasn't going to accomplish anything except dwindling the time away, and though Sagittarius was normally a pony in favor of inaction, time seemed to be a restraint in this particular case. Time to get their bearings, time to prepare for the worst, time to make a plan of action.

The blue colt stood up again, finally finished with his internal flip-out, and scanned the surroundings again. There was Libra, and Pisces, and Aquarius and Scorpio(k?). They were in a place called Delvia. There were a bunch of unconscious ponies lying around. When would they wake up? Would they wake up? Sagittarius mentally stepped away from that grim thought. No, they were alive. Still breathing, it looked like, so that was a good sign. This town was...creepy. And...it was the first to be 'shadowed'? The conversation happening in his vicinity didn't make too much sense, but from the lack of life around them, the state of the town they were in, and the fact that the universe didn't like giving Sagittarius a bucking break, he reasoned that they were south of the Everfree River. And that was a very, very bad thing. There were stories he'd heard about ponies going across the river, sure, but it never crossed his mind that he would be one of the unlucky few. It seemed that him and ten lucky others had recently won an all-expense-paid vacation to Tartarus. And this 'Delvia' was just the front gate. What a nice welcome committee, too.

One thing that caught the colt's eye were the bags littering the ground among the unconscious jamboree. Travel bags. And...they were packed, apparently. Why pack travel bags for a group of students if you were sending them to their deaths?

It was occurring to Sagittarius that he was thinking of death in quite an apathetic tone. Lost in an unknown location, sure, he'd flip his shiitake mushrooms, but apparently dying wasn't on his agenda of things to worry about that day.

Either way, this bag next to him was beginning to look mighty tempting. What would a principle even pack for a group of ponies on death-row? A sleeping bag? Did ponies need this shit in the afterlife? Sagittarius was guessing 'no', but there were quite a few things he wasn't an expert on, so he left the thought up for debate.

The colt slowly approached the packed saddlebag, fell to his haunches, and curiously unlatched the top flap to peer inside.

On second thought, it might have been a bag of poisonous snakes or something.

Too late to turn back now, he supposed.

It seems to be an assumption through some posts, so I think it would be best to state it here for the record, BlackShardNixium: Is the school bus also with us, or did we all awake on the ground? It's not It hasn't become a problem yet, but eventually one character might try to hide behind the bus, or otherwise interact with the bus when it isn't there, which might lead to some unnecessary roadbumps in the future if you don't intend for it to be there.

He wasn't going to open his eyes he wasn't going to open his eyes he wasn't going to open his eyes he wasn't going to open his eyes.

Maybe if Sagittarius thought it enough, it would come true. Then again, if wishing for something really hard made it true, his toaster would be working and he wouldn't be on the ground surrounded by ten other pastel ponies. Or what he assumed to be ten, at least. One of the side effects of keeping your eyes stapled shut is the crippling inability to see, as surprising as that may sound, so he wasn't too sure who was actually near him. There were voices, though. Two voices; one male and the other female. The voices did nothing to assuage his fears of being dropped off in the middle of unknown, dangerous territory. In fact, the female one confirmed them.

Now all he had to worry about was being stuck in the middle of murder-town with Stabby the unicorn. The only way to check, unfortunately, was to open his eyes, and Sagittarius still wasn't sure whether or not it would be worth it. On one hoof, if he didn't see what was around him, he could philosophically debate with himself whether or not any of this was actually happening, which was a welcome distraction from the gnawing fear in his gut.

On the other hoof, Stabby was bona-fide crazy, and not opening his eyes was a welcome way to get stabbed by crazy unicorns.

And on hoof number three, not opening his eyes meant he could pretend crazy unicorns like Stabby didn't exist.

And, of course, the fourth hoof was the logical one, saying that if he opened his eyes he might get a better grasp on the situation, and maybe work out a solution for the mess he was in.

Hooves one and three were very tempting, but unfortunately, logic tended to win out more times than not.

Slowly but surely, Sagittarius took his hoof from his face, and his eyes followed the gravel road he laid on to the hooves of a pony. It was whatsherface, the light-blue one. Er, Libra. And she was talking to Pisces. And there was a smorgasbord fit for a family of buzzards laying around. There was the one with the Aquarius symbol too, but she looked more scared than talkative. And Stabby was there, of course, because Sagittarius wasn't allowed to have nice things. Still looking broody and mysterious as ever.

And buildings. Oh, there were buildings. Small buildings, shacks, shops, structures, the works. Some were broken, some were half-collapsed, and some looked like somepony decided that piles of two-by-fours made for great modern art.

And the eyes went closed again.

Why couldn't he have just picked hooves one and three?

Somepony, somewhere, somehow, pressed the wrong bucking button.

That was the only logical explanation for this bullshit.

To put it simply, Sagittarius awoke. He didn't want to wake up, but reality wasn't the nicest mare, so awake is what he was, and awake is what he stayed.

However, this did not mean he was willing to open his eyes. Not for all of the bits in the world. He felt gravel, and he felt cold. He felt like he had been drugged and dragged and drudged and drained, and he was downright disturbed at the dire development. He was not a happy pony. He was not a content pony. He was not even the slightest bit humored. In fact, his apparent anabiosis only served to feed the growing agowilt in his gut.

Gravel. Movement. Other ponies were around, judging by the sound. By his guess, it was the entire lot of them. No, he was not going to open his eyes. This was all going to go away like a bad dream.

He was beginning to worry that it wasn't.

The bluish colt put a hoof over his head, and rolled over. Today was a bad day.

......Wait eleven i thought we were twelve not 11 anyways who did we miss at the bus or did they flee or what.

The persona character White Rose (Cancer) is currently fleeing (or perhaps not anymore) from some sort of creature pursuer, presumably what has been coined named as The Presence. Of course, I believe there are others that simply haven't have not responded for quite some time, but they are assumed to be on the bus with the rest. A bit of god-modding, yes, but it seemed was necessary to move the plot story forward without too many of the road-bumps delays that would inevitably come about from having twelve different characters.

Speaking of which On the subject, I personally say suggest that anypony anyone that who has been dormant for some time should at least respond to the gassing. As a sort of roll-call for who is on the bus, at the very least.

Aaaaaand Sagittarius sat at the front. Why the front? Because nopony sat at the front. That little nook behind the driver's seat was his only safe haven against the onslaught of distractions. 'Distractions' being a subjective term, of course.

Also, sitting behind the driver meant he could see that little mirror they used to see everypony in the bus, which meant he could draw ponies in peace without looking like those creepy colts that stared at everypony else from across the room. Not that anypony would notice this particular colt, but the point still stood.

The abnormous acrasia Sagittarius experienced with is 'work' was really only hidden by years of argute ascesis of arrant accismus.

But enough abundant alliteration of abstract adages.

Sagittarius opened his book-bag and -OH HEY THERE GOES THE MUSCLE CONTROL.

Sonofabitch.

Hey, it seemed the time to move was now. And their parents were 'notified'. Yup, nothing could possibly be wrong with this picture. Nothing wrong in the slightest. This establishment was simply the epitome of integrity. Not a single chance that they were being taken somewhere dangerous. Not a chance at all.

But they weren't looking for chances, were they?

No, Sagittarius supposed not. But he digressed; there was a bus they were supposed to be on. Sagittarius was ready to follow anypony about to leave, but he wasn't much of a pony to walk ahead. He was the type of pony to follow. Follow who? Buck if he knew. He just did what he knew best, and what he knew best was doing nothing. Or, at least, nothing of terrible importance. If one of the other weirdos wanted to go ahead, he was fine with that, though. What an odd group. It got him thinking, really. What was so significant of having thematic similarities between their cutie marks? And why did that constitute throwing the whole lot into a bus? Was it just a universal fact that ponies with similar cutie marks should be culled in the same fashion?

Bluh. Sagittarius wasn't much one for philosophy. Or maybe he was, and he just liked to say to himself that he wasn't. Either way, he was feeling just off-the-wall ecstatic to be getting on that bus!

...why was he always so sarcastic in his thoughts?

Fantastic! Sagittarius was already looking forward to this field trip. I mean, what wasn't to like? They had the whole shebang there: mandatory field-trips, threats of physical force, jumpy pegasi, teachers and principles that seemed to despise their very existence, and don't even get him started on the life insurance!
Wait, they did have a life insurance policy here, right? That was really the only reason Sagittarius could find for sending a group of ponies on a mandatory 'field-trip' with permission to bring weapons. He could imagine the conversation a week later: 'Oops, looks like all of those ponies died completely by accident. Wow, it's a good thing they were all ensured, so now we can fix this school up!'
To which the principle would reply 'Oops' and they would all have a tea-party with mandatory monocles and fancy accents. And funny mustaches; because if Sagittarius was going to think silly thoughts, he might as well take the 'silly' factor to a billion.
The bluish colt wondered what the assistant meant when she said 'anything and everything'. Did that mean that if he asked, he would get a banana? Or a pencil? Or a cast-iron miniature of himself? Alright, time to stop being stupid, as funny as it was.
'Anything and everything' probably just referred to transportation, lodging, and food. Though she did say it quite ominously...
Then again, everypony said everything ominously. Especially Stabby over there by the window, who seemed keen on playing the 'mysterious and pessimistic' gambit. It wasn't even much of an insult, really. Maybe 'idiotic' was a bit hurtful, but overall it sounded more like some amalgamation of whatever any stupidly-mysterious story-book antihero would say. Then again, that served as a pretty textbook definition for the red unicorn himself, really.
Whatever. Sagittarius waited quietly for the principle's assistant to finish her spiel. The sooner she told them all where they were going, the sooner they could all be there. Oh joy!

...I'm sorry I apologize, but I've lost my place track of where this topic was going. 'Tricksters'? 'Follow Tricksters'? 'Existing'? 'The'?

I apologize for the rudeness and all, but I need to get some questions out of the way so my head will stop spinning swimming.

What is this 'Tricksters are glitches' news I'm hearing? Wasn't it just Juju magic? What is this rolle's talking about with Tricksters existing? And something about 'Follow Tricksters'? Killing enemies? Existing, but being extinct at the same time? Isn't that redundant an oxymoron? How can something be 'very' extinct? Isn't extinction a float string int boolean value?

Are we talking about a video-game here, or perhaps some form of RP?

Recap, everypony!

*ahem*

The

story of Canterlot's current state is brough to attention by Libra's
opening internal monologue.

Libra,
Tlalli (Taurus), Arianna (Aries), Cancer, Midnight (Capricorn),
Pisces, Sagittarius, and Paratyl (Virgo) all woke up, and began
making their way to the school.

It
is explained that Tlalli lives in something that she humbly refers to
as an 'earthy den' underneath a tree, and is apparently in lack of
food. She eats some berries outside instead of a normal breakfast.

Cancer's
alarm apparently doesn't work on a regular basis.

Libra
is revealed to be an aspiring lawyer with dreams to stop the tyranny
of the current King, before correcting herself that 'One didn't just
think such things about the King of Equestria'. Also, the setting of
the 'Everfree River' and the foul things that lie beyond is revealed
during this post.

Midnight
is revealed to be particularly wealthy, and apparently had been going
to this school for an entire 17 years.

Arianna
and Midnight have a small discussion.

Tlalli
makes her way to the school, but is tailed by a mysterious specimen
who she only manages to see the tail of.

Pisces
wakes up with bed-head, and says 'meh' before trotting to school.

Midnight
goes to his first class of the day, Dark Magic, after finishing his
talk with Arianna.

Arianna
goes to her first
class, Basic Magic.

Paratyl
wakes up to the sound of his 'Mother',
and goes to school, his first class being History.

Pisces
goes to Pony Psychology.

Tlalli
thinks about love and the implications it has before going to History
class with Paratyl.

Paratyl
attempts to flirt/talk with Tlalli before mentally stumbling over
himself and decides to simply pass her a note asking her to have
lunch with him.

Cancer
goes to Pony Psychology with Pisces. The two talk. Pisces is
eternally indecisive.

Gen
(Gemini) is late to school, and enters Pony Psychology with Cancer
and Pisces. The three talk. Pisces stumbles over himself in coolness
again.

Tlalli
response with 'Its a date' to Paratyl's note. Paratyl flips out
mentally. Tlalli is confused by a bunch of emotions.

Lunch
happens. Midnight goes to the cafeteria, where he meets (or rather,
comes across) Thunder, and earth pony apparently known for being a
bully. Midnight tries to be insulting, and is rewarded with a
horse-shoe-assisted buck to the face. Not fun.

Paratyl,
after class, tells Tlalli to wait at the cafeteria before flying off
to a tree in the school park and crying his eyes out for no revealed
reason.

Tlalli
goes to the cafeteria to find an injured Midnight with Thunder
standing over him. She tells the (assumed to be) yellow bully to back
off. He laughs, and insults Midnight for being 'saved' by a mare. The
mare promptly kicks Thunder in the face, knocking him out.

Paratyl
catches up the the small group forming in the cafeteria, panics a
bit, and tries to comfort Midnight with a good word and a wing.

Libra,
being the bookworm that she is, watches the entire event with a
calculative stare and is more than a little annoyed to have her
reading interrupted by such noise. She is nevertheless impressed by
the show of camaraderie.

Arianna
arrives at lunch, and begins eating and reading her novel.

Aquarius
is late to school from sleeping in (having stayed up to some ungodly
hour the previous night) and bolts to the establishment as fast as
her hooves can take her.

Scorpiok
arrives at school, and begins eating lunch.

Arianna
greets Scorpiok, and they begin talking.

Midnight
says that he is fine to the ponies standing around him, and sits
down.

Libra
offers a seat to Midnight and tells Tlalli that she was impressed.

Pisces
goes to lunch as well.

Midnight
accepts the seat from Libra.

Libra,
Midnight, and Tlalli all chat. The subject of Libra's wings come into
the conversation, and she reveals that she was attacked in her first
year at the school and they were 'taken' from her, being replaced by
a mechanical set.

Tlalli
begins to notice the similarity of cutie marks among the group. She
mentions it, and suddenly the topic becomes the basis of their
conversation.

Aquarius
joins the table that Tlalli and friends are sitting at, but doesn't
say anything.

Pisces
enters the cafeteria and sits next to some unimportant pony before
eating not-kelp.

Tlalli
notices Aquarius, and adds her to the conversation.

Arianna
notes that class is starting soon, and leaves the cafeteria.

Leon
(Leo) enters the cafeteria, late due to being held in magic class for
blowing up his teacher's pencil.

Gen
enters the cafeteria as well, and sits and chats with his friend
Leon.

Paratyl
joins the conversation between Leon and Gen.

Tlalli
begins her trek to P.E., but collapses for indiscernible reasons.
Apparently she is okay, by her warning. Midnight puts a blanket over
her and goes to Archery class.

Scorpiok
teleports to his next class.

Tlalli
has a creepy dream.

Libra
and Pisces decide that a passed-out pony is more important than
school, and stay behind to make sure Tlalli is okay. Pisces asks
about Libra's wings, and doesn't get a proper answer. Midnight joins
them after being let out of his class, and the three talk about the
unconscious Tlalli.

Tlalli
wakes up from her creepy dream, and the three ponies around her talk
to her about what's going on, as well as introducing themselves.

Midnight
sees shadows in his peripheral vision, 'revealed' to be something
called The Presence.

Arianna,
after her class, watches the four ponies with curiosity while waiting
for her next class to start. She introduces herself to the group, and
they talk about The Presence, as well as their respective classes.

All
three are called by an Officer helper to go to the principle's office
immediately.

Gen
notices the development, and is also told, along with Paratyl and
Leon, to go the the office as well.

Everypony
arrives at the office, and the principle explains that they will all
be going on a field trip. A very important
field trip. Midnight gets permission to bring weapons, and the party
is asked to wait outside until Scorpiok and some other pony arrive.
The group begins their discussions as to the meaning of this odd
happenstance.

The
two ponies are called to the office, and arrive as they were ordered.
Scorpiok and the other one are told about the mandatory field trip,
and let out with the rest of the group, who are beginning to get
impatient.

The
principle's 'assistant' is revealed to be something akin to a demon
of sorts, who is holding the principle's family hostage until he has
the group go on this field trip, apparently ensuring their inevitable
doom. He is resistant, but apparently complied in order to save his
family. Now the doomed colts and fillies wait outside to be sent on
their doomed trip of doomed doom.

Dun
Dun DUNNNNN.

Very well; if BlackShardNixium is fine with it, then I'll drop the subject. She is the creator of this RP, after all, so what she says goes.

And not to sound like the type that starts arguments, King_Sombrero, but this is the OOC thread for Whisper: The City of Darkness. Meaning, the thread used for questions or discussions based on the RP that take place out-of-character, between their respective writers.

That being said, I do not believe that this is the board to "STFU,(cept blackshard)" in when discussing said things, as you put it.

Fixed that little derp-up mistake. It shouldn't be a problem now.

While we're on the subject, though, I've I have noticed that Scorpiok and White Rose seem to be the only characters without a zodiac symbol on their flanks. While that doesn't does not bother me in the slightest, it doesn't does not seem to fit with the overall theme of the RP very well. Unless you're you are absolutely adamant on the scorpion-stinger, perhaps a small change would be appropriate for the setting?

Does BlackShardNixium have any thoughts on the subject?

Sagittarius took a look around the little melting-pot of weirdos. Huh, maybe this group wasn't-AAAAAAAA WORDS.

Words were now being directed at Sagittarius. That took him by surprise, to say the least. Since when were words said to him? And it was...uh, the one with the Taurus symbol. Right. The one that kicked the 'face' part of 'whatshisface'.

Okay, he could do conversation. It was as easy as 1, 1, 2, 3. Fibonacci-level easiness.

She asked about his name. Yes, his name was Sagittarius. And hey, she pronounced it right, too.

A nod for that.

Okay, and then she said her name, and said her greeting. All well and good. Par for the course.

Another nod as a 'hello'. Still normal.

Then she asked if he was as confused as everypony else.

Another nod.

And...weapons? What an odd thing to bring up. Or maybe she was just talking about Stabby the red-coat maim-deer over there. Yeah, that made more sense. The bluish colt rolled his eyes in the red unicorn's direction.

Sagittarius never really found a point for weapons in his life. Weapons were for when things ever got to hot to handle, which was never. Even if he did have a thingy to hit stuff with, it wasn't like he knew how the buck to use it. Earth pony mouths weren't exactly fit for holding things that weren't food, and even less so for using it to swing stuff. Swinging something around with your mouth was just asking for lost teeth.

Besides, why in the ever-loving buck would anypony here need a weapon for a fieldtrip?

Alright, now he was just taunting the dice-gods. He might as well be saying 'nothing could possibly go wrong' or 'it'll all turn out fine'.

Bad Sagittarius! No tempting fate! Bad!

Welp. It seemed like Sagittarius was going on a roadtrip now with a bus-full of weirdos, psychos, and schizophrenics. And the principle didn't seem to want to budge on the subject, so Sagittarius was apparently going whether he wanted to or not. Seeing no other options in the conversation, the bluish colt raised a hoof, took a breath to respond, and then simply nodded. He would deal like this like he dealt with the rest of his problems. Which was to say, he would do nothing about them and wait for them to go away of their own accord.

In this particular case, that meant leaving the office and waiting with the others. He did so with gusto.

Following the green/red knife-wielding maniac unicorn, Sagittarius found himself in a mob of ponies. He did not like being in a mob of ponies, but at least he could think of things like 'at least' to make the situation seem better than it really was. That was a plus.

So, a fieldtrip. A mandatory fieldtrip. A fieldtrip so mandatory that the principle even threatened to have the local law force Sagittarius to go if he didn't comply. Nope, nothing fishy going on here. Just another normal day at school. 

Yep, 'subtle'. If Sagittarius could describe this unicorn holding a knife at the principle in one word, it would be 'subtle'. The loudest, most obnoxious, most sarcastic 'subtle' Sagittarius had ever said, probably accompanied by sarcastic hoof-waving and eyes rolled so far back you might as well call the earth pony a teacher for all the control he had over his pupils.

What in the hay could the principle want with a crazy, knife-wielding unicorn and him of all ponies? That was like two complete polar opposites on the Subtlety Continuum in the same room, and Sagittarius was already missing his time alone, drawing ponies that weren't so keen on stabbing everything in sight.

I mean, who pulls a knife in the principle's office? Who even does a thing like that?

Maybe he called for the wrong pony, and there was another Sagittarius in the school that liked knives and threats and the combination of the two. Whatever the two of them were needed for, it certainly couldn't have been for similar reasons. What could he, Sagittarius, the type of pony everypony shouldn't know, have in common with this psycho?

Was it the cutie marks? Seriously? He had to be stuck with Stabby McHearth's-Warming because he had a stupid zodiac sign on his flank?

Alright, alright, he should calm down. Maybe this was all just some silly get-together. Maybe the principle was just curious why there were twelve fillies and colts running around with zodiac signs on their flanks. That seemed reasonable. Sagittarius was a bit curious himself, but the abundance of weirdos in the group was quickly convincing him to abandon any inquiry into the subject.

Erm, not to barge in interrupt the pity-party or anything, but two of us are sort of waiting for the principle to respond in the RP. We have a group of ponies outside, and two in the office, and without a proper response from the principle himself, the plot storyline is unable to move forward. I don't want to sound demanding, but we're all waiting on you, BlackShardNixium.

And rolle? I apologize for sounding rude, but could you possibly tone down the 'coolness' factor with your character Scorpiok? It's starting to become a tidbit teensy bit overbearing. Please, save the hidden hoof-knives and magic powers for when there's something actually happening. We're all in a school here, remember, regardless of how grim the goals of said school may be.

Pshaw. Unicorns; always showing off. If Sagittarius had a magic bucking horn, he wouldn't be waving it around like some piece of Freudian imagery. For being subtle, that Scorpiok sure liked to show off his subtlety. Kind of counter-productive, if you asked him.

Bah, enough thinking about unicorns and their unfair amount of magic; they were both in that office, and there was a group of ponies outside for no discernible reason besides the obvious zodiac phenomenon. The bluish earth pony gave a passing nod to the red/browning unicorn next to him, and turned his attention to the principle. The particularly tall earth pony didn't look all too happy, which was starting to give Sagittarius the idea that he wasn't about to enjoy whatever he had to say to the two.

Sagittarius kept silent. It was one of the things he took pride in being good at.

Unless Sagittarius was suffering from some new form of medical hallucination, he was pretty sure that was a large group of pastel ponies waiting outside of the office he was just called to. Apparently he was late to something? He really should have been expecting something like this, as everypony there had one of the symbols he'd been doodling during lunch as a cutie mark. What an odd bunch, too.

Either way, he decided silence was the most opportune action to take. Plus, he was called into the office, and all of these ponies were waiting outside of the office, so Sagittarius reasoned that he would be able to ignore them for the mean time.

The bluish earth pony idly trotted by the group without a word, opened the door, and entered the room.

Time to deal with whatever the principle felt he should have to deal with.

I can't speak for alternate-timeline me, but I assure you that I'm still alive and breaking kicking. So, who will be replacing Cancer? And I've heard read that others might be hopping leaving the RP as well. What will happen to those?

"Scorpiok and Saggitarius, report to my office immediately!"
The bluish earth-pony's ears twitched, and he looked up from his latest 'masterpiece'. Huh. That never happened.
They still pronounced his name wrong, though. It was a 'g' like the 'j' in 'jam', not like saying 'sag'. It didn't help that everypony that bothered to spell his name spelled it with two G's either. Why was he thinking so much about this? Wasn't he required at the office for something?
A few conversations broke out in science/history class, most including drawn-out 'ooo's, and how those two must have been in trouble. A few were asking who the hay Sagittarius was. He still kinda wished somepony would pronounce his name right, though the fact he was being mentioned in the first place was definitely a step up. Whatever. He swept the contents of his desk off, now making them the contents of his bag. Close enough; organization was for ponies who cared.
While the rest of the class seemed divided by the absolute chaos permeating the air (I mean, since when did something interesting happen at this school?), Sagittarius simply slid his saddlebag down his neck and made his way to the door. No comment, apparently. Whatever.
The hallways were clean, at least. Nice, clean hallways. That was really all that he had to occupy his mind while he walked. Was there a reason he was being called to the classroom? And what of this 'Scorpiok' pony?
He vaguely remembered drawing something vaguely resembling a scorpion-tail during lunch, so that must have been him. What a weird name; Skorpiok. Not that Sagittarius was in a position to comment on anypony's name. What kind of parent names their foal 'Sagittarius', anyway? Who even does that??
He'd considered trying to push a nick-name instead in the past, but considering how scarcely his name was mentioned in any conversation anyway, the point was Void.
Whatever. Back to drawing ponie-
Oh, wait. Taking care of this summons to the office first, and then back to drawing ponies.

Its alright rolle, Alot has happened since you last posted though, Just happy your back with us

Although.. Your Offline.. I think I'm alone now while listening to the beautiful music BlackShardNixium gave to me

**EDIT: Okay, So I was doing a chart on all our ponies, and I wask getting ready to draw them when I realised.. I don't have the skill to draw them in a pile up, and I don't have the owners (characters puppeteer I guess you could) choise on what they want it to be.. and I realised I don't really know with White Out Rose and Scorpick I wouldn't really know how because.. Well no reference picture But Pretty much what I'm saying is: What do you want your characters to be doing?

 

Also.. I realised I haven't been giving you guys the Infomation from my book about your Zodiac sign.. I'm going to bed soon because I have school tomorrow, But I promise I'll do it after I've done my homework tomorrow. Pinkie Pie Promise x (:

Well, salutations thank you for offering to draw the group!

Hah, I suppose that Sagittarius wouldn't would not be in the picture at all, though. He seems to have a habit of simply not being noticed in the right place at the right time, so perhaps omission would be more appropriate. Or, if you insist on having him in the drawing, he could be hidden obscured behind the rest of the ponies, or plainly simply half-way through walking off of the frame. 

Oh, and for the sample pictures: On page eleven nine ten of this thread, I posted a link to everyone's character profiles, so everyone but Psyche Ward should have one.

Happy hunting!