Galvin Starlight

Oh what was this? Pisces did not want to go to the principal's office. Going to the principal's office meant that he was probably going to get in trouble, which was just never good. As he entered the principal's office he noted that there was several other ponies already inside. Enough ponies to make it really crowded inside one pony's office. This already sucked.

"Psychology, history, math is my last one for today," Pisces answered. What was Midnight training for? A solider. Did they teach those kinds of classes here? Oh well, it didn't really matter to Pisces since he wasn't taking any of those classes. "Why," the pink earth pony asked. "Pisces by the way," he said turning to face the red unicorn.

"It's probably just bits of your coat sticking out and obstructing your vision," Pisces stated. Pisces hoped to the ancient goddesses that he was right, even though he knew that was complete laugh of an excuse. Libra looked severely worried. She couldn't possibly be talking about The Presence could she? That stuff was made up. Either a conjuration to keep people out of the slums or scare foals into behaving right? Still if she was even slightly right, then Midnight was.... Well, then Pisces probably wouldn't be getting to know Midnight very well.

Ah ha! It all made sense now! A flashblack within a blackout? There was only one name for that phenomenon. Complete, total insanity. It seemed that Tlalli was quite mad, haunted by some horrid event from her past that she refused to let go of until she went on an incredible adventure where she would discover that the only pony who needed to forgive her was herself and that the great treasure was inside her all along. At least that was how happened in all the stories. While Pisces wanted to press as to what horrible tragedy had occurred in her past, (which was no doubt due to some strange internal logic 'her fault') it was apparent that she obviously didn't want to talk about it. "Hey if you don't want to talk about it tha- Pisces attention was drawn to the onyx pegasus. He seemed nervous. He kept glancing at the corners of his vision as if he was trying to see something. There was nothing there. 'Oh great first an insomniac now a schizophrenic, wasn't this just a fun little group! Maybe if I stick around I'll develop a split personality.' "What's wrong?" Pisces asked, a look of worry crossing his face.

" "Pisces," the pink pony responded in kind, returning a nod to the mare with a frowning hula-hoop as a cutie mark. "I assure you, the pleasure is mine." So smooth Pisces. Keep playing it cool. "So do you do that often?" he asked. "Libra told me that when you fell you said you would be fine. Seems to imply that this is has happened before. Often enough for you to recognize it as being recurring."

Midnight? Adoptive mother? Horrible situations that could possibly be foreshadowing future events? Pisces decided that Midnight...seemed all right. He didn't have a possible snack compartment in his wings, but cool enough. Oh hey, the little bundle of unconsciousness was making a metamorphosis into full consciousness. It was like a consciousness party up in here. Pisces walked over to the two mares. The adorable little bundle of insomnia seemed to be a bit upset so Pisces kept his mouth shut. Friendship was happening, and Pisces could learn about potential snack compartments later.

What?! That didn't make sense. What kind of pony just fall over and says, 'oh don't worry, I'm just gonna pass out here for a half hour. No biggie, I do this all the time.' That was ridiculousness! Did the school nurses know about this? They should know about this. Wait, did this school even have school nurses? Pisces had never gotten hurt on school grounds so he had never needed a school nurse. He assumed this school had a school nurse. A school without a school nurse was like a mailbox without its red swingy flap thing. That is to say, it can hardly be considered a proper mailbox at all. If it didn't have a red swingy thing how would the anyone know the mail had come. Pisces was getting off topic, and the purposes and necessities of mailbox swing thingys (what were those things called anyway. Off topic again) could wait for another day. Pisces looked around not really seeing anypony else around. It would be rude to just leave the two alone, but at the same time he had class right now. Oh wait, Pisces hated history. "Mind if I kept you company? "Pisces asked, taking a seat next to the mechanical winged pegasus. "I have to admit, I'm awfully curious about your wings."

You know what? History class was boring. Everyday it was the same thing. Guardians of Harmony this, The King that. Don't cross the Everfree River. Blah blah, huge problems, nopony cares. Some random pony passing out for no apparent reason, however, seemed quite interesting. Currently there was only one other pony next to the unconscious one with... was that a circle with a frowning unibrow as a cutie mark? Pisces couldn't really tell with the blanket covering most of her. What kinda of special talent was that? Oh well, Pisces wasn't one to judge no matter how strange one's special talents were. Pisces walked up to the blue pega- DISCORD'S BEARD WERE THOSE MECHANICAL WINGS!?!? Pisces wanted mechanical wings. Those things looked awesome! I mean you could totally fly around with those things like normal wings, but then at the same time you could put all kinds of cool stuff in them. Like a snack compartment! Could you put a snack compartment in normal wings? No! The pink earth pony shook himself out of his stupor as he approached the FRIGGIN' AWESOME MECHANICAL WINGED pegasus who probably had some many snacks in her wings right now she was like a walking buffet! Pisces stopped himself again. Don't freak out Pisces, just play it cool and you might find out if she has any food in her wings. Oh sweet six, please let there be some kelp in there! Pisces nonchalantly walked p to the blue pegasus. "What happened to her?" he asked, pointing at the brown pony with an upset donut on her flank.

Pisces walked into the cafeteria. There seemed to be quite a commotion going on in the middle of the room, but Pisces was here for food not commotion and decided that if commotion needed him, commotion could come over and get him. If not he would sit down and enjoy his meal. After acquiring some various fruits (no kelp today sadly) Pisces sat down at a random seat. To his right he could see a blue earth pony using his mouth to draw something. He never understood how earth ponies could be artist. Paint was not a taste he had ever acquired Nonetheless he couldn't blame some pony for pursuing a passion, even if it did taste terrible. Pisces remained by himself, deciding not to bother an artist and his work. The blue pony didn't look awfully interesting anyway.

Sorry I left guys but it was getting late so I needed to head to bed. I'm awake now and I've got my next post up. This RP appears to be progressing quite nicely. Can't wait to get to Delvia! By the way, in this AU I was curious about the condition of Discord. Is he still around? Do we know who Discord is? Is he still in the Canterlot gardens? I don't want to bring him into the story I'm just a little curious about the lore of this AU.

Pony Psychology moved extra slow that day for Pisces. It's just going to be one of those days. Eventually after several hours the sound of "a hundred screaming angels of death" echos throughout the room to signify lunch. Wait a minute, where did that analogy come from? Pisces never remembered coming up with that metaphor. Oh well, wherever it came from it was not important, so Pisces decided to just ignore it. With class over, Pisces headed to lunch hoping they would have something along the lines of kelp. By the six, did he love seafood!

Ah ha! Another chance. At last, awesomeness is within my grasp. Now, to give Gen an answer so convoluted and mysterious his mind will be completely blown and he will stand in awe of my very presence for all time. “Nothing much.” What is wrong with me today?! Pisces slams his head against his desk due to his inability to ever think of something remotely cool to say.

Quick this is an opportunity to say something cool. Say something awesome or mysterious or…mystawesome? Now the rusty earth pony was staring at him expecting an answer. Say something or he’ll get angry! This dude is always angry; don’t say anything and he might go away. That’s rude, at least acknowledge his presence! “Hey.” Smooth Pisces. Smooth.

Pisces finally arrived at school, the towering structure fitting quite well with the Canterlot architecture. Pisces walked through the front gate, brushing past several of ponies there carrying on their own conversations. Deciding he just wanted to get to class early in hopes of getting maybe a few more winks before class started (he had only gotten about 27 and a half out of the required forty last night) Pisces makes his way to his first, and favorite class, pony psychology. Pisces sat in his assigned seat and closed his eyes waiting for class to start. It was good thing this class had assigned seats otherwise Pisces might have wasted a whole hour deciding which seat to sit in.

Pisces groggily opened his eyes, his dry mouth smacking loudly as he stretched his hooves. Pieces was rather tired this morning, as he had been unable to decide on a decent time to go to bed last night. Yet school beckoned him nonetheless and the mistakes of past Pisces would have to be suffered by present Pisces. The pink stallion rolled of the left side of his bed…. No wait, make that the right side…. You know what, Pisces sits up and gets off at the foot of the bed, being completely unable to decide which side of the bed to get out of. Pisces looks at himself in the mirror. His sea blue mane is a complete horror of tangled knots. This is without a doubt the worst case of bed mane in existence and a pony with any sense of style or fashion would no doubt faint on sight of seeing the horrid abomination that was attached to his head. Pisces stares into the mirror for nearly half an hour attempting to decide whether or not he should tidy himself up. Eventually he realizes that he has class in a manner of minutes, turns back to the mirror and says, “Eh, good enough,” and trots out of his room. Onward to another exciting day school.

Hey guys, been busy for a bit, but, I'm here and raring to go! Working on my first post now. So excited!!!

This looks incredibly interesting so I went and made a character: Picses. http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/pisces-r2426 I really hope I'm not too late to start and this character hasn't already been taken. Good luck on your grades, and I hope to get a reply from you soon.

Well I would have that the beaches are What did I just say. I told you never to discuss what happened in Mongolia South Afirca. What is so hard about this? A guy asks you not to bring up a senstive topic involving a box of unicycles, three lightning rods, and catapult and what's the first thing you do? Also thank for the greeting person I am just meeting for the first time on the internet.

Welp,I just made myself an account so I thought I would say hi to everyone. I'm Galvin Starlight, I enjoy Homestuck, Roleplaying, video games and of course My Little Pony. I look forward to various things I will able to do on the forums... Yeah, you know what this is a really crappy inroduction. Let's just say I'm boring. I'm really, really, really, really, boring. Don't bother going and asking me about hobbies and intrests or other stuff becasue they are bland and unintersting. I do not have any cool habits and have never been on any awesome adventures disguised as a snake oil merchant, and for the love of Celestia I do not like green eggs and ham! I do not like them on a table, chair and any other location you could possibly specifiy. I hate them so much that I refuse to do the rhyme-y thing! All right glad I got that out of my system. I look forward to getting to doing the stuff on the place. And don't ask about South Africa, I've never been there.