Mand'alor Dash

@@Yoshi89, "You keep out of this, bigot!" Flim sneered, "I'll have you jailed for harassment!" "We're closed! Goodbye!" he shouted, magically flipping the sign on the door to make it official. With a huff, he turned around and paced back to his room, reminding the mare to "Please evacuate the premises."

@@Sectus, A guard barged in on the Oak family and their painter, carrying a rolled up scroll. "I beg your pardon, my Count," he apologized as he gave Oakseed the scroll, "but word just arrived. The convoy rolls tomorrow." Oakseed peeked at the scroll, then rolled it up and put it to his side. "Yes, very good. Thank you for telling me." As the messenger left the room, Oakseed turned back to the painter. "Now, where were we?"

@@HunterTSN, "Oh, but madam, the Super-Sucker 3000 it the finest model of vacuum cleaner available on the continent!" he deflected. If he was nervous, he was good at not showing it. "Capable of running uninterrupted for three weeks without ever losing suction, and tough on even the nastiest filth in your home!" "Observe!" he said, tipping over a dead potted plant onto the floor. With his unicorn magic he plugged in the vacuum and switched it on, running it over the mess a few times. "Yes, ma'am, they sure don't make 'em like these anywhere else!" But as he continued, it became obvious why they don't make them like this. The cleaner barely picked up half the dirt, and after only seven passes back and forth, he became frustrated and yanked out the cord. "Damn it!" he cursed, echoing Applejack's sentiments, "I... apologize, but my brother Flam handles returns, and he's out wetting his whistle in the bar next door. I can't stand that place, myself. It's full of those hoods with their leather jackets and oily hair. Disgusting place!"

@@HunterTSN, A slimy stallion in a business suit peeked his head in from the back room, then trotted over in a hurry with a smooth grin on his face. "Good evening, my fair lady," he began, patronizingly. His manner reminded Zephyr of a snake oil salesman that would have prospered forty years ago, but his shop was in such disrepair today that the changing of the times was apparent. "Why, it doesn't take a genius to tell that you came in here to sample our low, low prices on Longma Tail Tonics. Only 2 bits a bottle! Guaranteed to win you that date with the lucky stallion of your choosing, or your money back!" Not allowing the pegasus to get a word in edgewise, he produced a bottle from behind the counter, "This little number has been in use since before Celestia's reign, dating all the way back to the oriental Baima of the 2nd millennium, B.C.! This baby was the secret to how Baimese empresses kept their tales sleek and sexy even as the Diamond Dogs barked at their borders! It worked wonders then, and it still works now!" Taking a quick breath, he finally added, "So how many bottles can I sign you up for?"

@@HunterTSN, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txsO_mBtzTI Big Mac finally settled on the classics station. Zephyr could tell it was a little old for his tastes, but it was what she asked for. It didn't matter much, anyway. Ponyville was right up ahead. It was a quaint little suburban town, with all its little pink houses lined up in nice little rows. The car came to a stop. "Flim & Sons is about a block over there yonder," Big Mac said to Zephyr,pointing past a particularly raucous watering hole, where a bunch of greasers seemed to be living it up with an oddly familiar stallion. @@Gloomfury,

Between those three? Classical. Dubstep hurts my ears, and country is 50/50. Classical I can count on to always be at least good, even though my true passion is mid 20th century big band/jazz/rock.

@@HunterTSN, Smoothly and softly, the car pulled out, leaving the farm and getting on the road to Ponyville. It was by no means a long road, but it was a rough one, and had not yet been properly paved. It was only safe to travel at about 20 mph. About a five minute drive. "That was 'No Particular Place to Go,' here on KPVL," said the radio announcer, as the song finished up. This announcer was nothing like the one back in Manehattan. This one was far more reserved, relaxed even. "And if you're just joining us, General Eisensaddle has officially been indicted by the Supreme Equestrian Court up in Canterlot. The plaintiff? McCanter's very own Board of Un-Equestrian Activities. Eisensaddle held a press conference earlier today, where he denied the charges adamantly," "These allegations against me," began the crusty, echoing recording of Eisensaddle, "constitute perjury of the highest order. Senator McCanter is a dishonest stallion, and he is also one of the most dangerous ponies I know. Perhaps, due to his position in Canterlot, more dangerous than the Changeling Hive itself." The announcer continued, "Eisensaddle went on to say that he intends to defend his name, along with the names of every pony on McCanter's list. The Senator himself has not yet commented, but we expect that..." Big Macintosh, tired of the bad news, started fiddling with the dial. "What music do you like?" he asked Zephyr.

@@HunterTSN, "Out the door and to the left, dear," Granny instructed. Macintosh grabbed the keys in his teeth and walked out to the garage. The car was a shiny, red four-door with a Pegasus hood ornament. It only took one quick turn of the key to start the engine, and it ran like an absolute dream. The radio was tuned to KPVL. Big Mac opened the passenger door, offering Zephyr to hop in.

Oakseed stared for a good minute at the furniture alignment before ordering a single change, "The one on the right, move it away. I don't want it in the painting." One guard accommodated his request, after which, the Count walked slowly into the set, taking his spot beside the fireplace, and then clomped his hoof on the floor twice. Out from the shadows, four more earth ponies trotted onto the set to join him. They were his wife, his two daughters, and his elder son. Without saying a word, the ponies (all grown adults) took their place on the couches and floor near the fireplace. The wife turned and gave her husband a quick kiss, before turning her eyes forward to face the painter. "Paint the supremacy of the Earth Pony way," Oakseed finally requested, "There are fellow Earths among our ranks who question the policy of segregation, paint to remind them for what we fight. You will be compensated handsomely, if you do a good job." The family of five all stared headlong into the canvas, the younger daughter brandishing a sword she had used to execute a rebel only weeks before. Silence descended upon the room, with the only noise to be heard being the vicious crackle of the fireplace. The guards took their leave to watch the outside doors for intruders.

'This is all mine' The Canterlot skyline was a sight to behold. Regal, excessively rounded architecture extended for miles on end, but it never overtook the horizon. With the sun on the rise on this side of the mountain, Canterlot proper had still an hour or two from receiving any sunlight. The upper levels, on the other hoof, got it early. Only the very wealthiest of Earth Pony citizens, the creme de la creme of Equestrian society, the Inspector's innermost echelon, had the privilege of seeing the sunrise this early. And from one such tower, one can bear witness to the grassy fields and plains of Equestria below, and to the selective illumination of their own home city. Gilded towers glimmered and glowed in glorious golden splendor, even as the streets wallowed in prolonged shadow. It could steal away the breath of even the most resilient pony. 'All of this. All mine.' From the balcony of the penthouse of one such tower, among the tallest in the city, positioned with an optimal view of the rest of the city, one elderly Earth Pony mused to himself everyday on his accomplishments. He was not born a wealthy pony, nor a smart pony, nor even a decent pony, but birth was of no consequence to him. For whatever the past may have been, he and his family were free from want. Whatever the Equestrian heart desires could be fulfilled with the stomp of a hoof. Oakseed was the pony's name, and it was a name he had lived up to. Sprouting from the topsoil that confined him, he grew to share the skies quite literally with the Goddesses. Anything that happened in today's Equestria, Oakseed almost certainly had a part in it. To an Earth Pony like him, power was... liberating. "My Count," came a voice from the door, accompanied with the customary knock, "They're ready for you. The meeting is about to begin." A scorpion shuffled on to the rail of the balcony, catching Oakseed's eye immediately. "The meeting will begin when I am good and ready," he bellowed back at the guards. Oakseed walked closer to the scorpion, slowly and steadily. The scorpion noticed him, and dropped into a defensive position, baring its claws and stinger for deployment at a millisecond's notice. "Forgive me, my count," said the guard, respectfully, "but they have been awaiting your arrival for the last three hours. They only delayed this long out of courtesy." Oakseed did not answer the guard, instead raising a single hoof just outside the Scorpion's reach. He held it there, infuriating the arachnid as it tried to maintain its ground against the giant, yellow menace. "Would you like to reschedule, my count?" "no, no," he replied, inching his hoof closer to the invader, "The meeting is today. That is the end of it." At last, feeling cornered, the scorpion lashed out at the hoof with its stinger. It found out too late that the hoof was made of pure bone. It lashed out again, and again, each time scoring a direct hit, embedding its weapon in the enemy with every blow, but never managing to harm him or even slow him down. Finally, Oakseed's hoof reached the stinger and pinned it to the rail. As the scorpion struggled to free itself, it could only comprehend the undying pain of its tail being slowly crushed against an unstoppable force. Eventually, the exoskeleton of the tail had weakened to the point that the rest of the animal broke free, attempting to scurry away from its assailant. Oakseed put his other forehoof on the railing in front of it to create a dead end. Its claws still functioning, the arachnid made one last, desperate attack on the limb, but with its secret weapon forfeited, it could do little more than pinch, barely a postponement of the inevitable. At last, having had his fun, Oakseed gave the scorpion a strong heave, sending it over the edge. He would have watched it hit the ground, but with the city in shadow, it was not visible from that height. Taking a deep breath and admiring the skyline one more time, Oakseed whispered to himself. "And now, I'm ready."

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I actually love it. Part of the reason why this is my favorite time of the year is that it's the ONLY time of the year when the radio plays music that I actually enjoy.

Applying for a Class A character. http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/oakseed-r7616

He's definitely the best game commentator on Youtube. It's refreshing to see a guy who actually brings something new to the genre, instead of just copying what everyone else is doing.

We're already at war. We've been at war with North Korea since the early 50s. It never ended, it's just the longest ceasefire in history.

@@HunterTSN, The vacuum was far heavier than Zephyr had predicted. It was also large enough that balancing it in mid flight over a mile of distance would be near impossible. She could tilt it, roll it along its wheels and fly low, but then there's no telling what kind of damage that might do to the machine. "Ah was going to buy groceries tomorrow anyway," Big Mac offered, "Saves 'least one of us a trip."

@@HunterTSN, "That's right," Applejack affirmed, "Thank ya kindly for the reminder." Applejack stood up from the table and grabbed the vacuum, the cord already coiled neatly for transport. "Here's a map of Ponyville," she added, producing a sheet of paper, "Just bring it over here to Flim & Sons. They're gonna ask y'all fer a receipt, remind the cheap bastards that they never gave me one, and that their logo is on the base of the damn thing." "Oh," Granny chimed in, "It's a mile's walk to Ponyville, and I don't want you flying with such a heavy piece of machinery. There's a car parked in the garage, a brand new '54 Cloudsdale Caper. Go ahead, keys are on the coffee table." "Oh, but Granny," Apple Bloom protested, "You said that would be my car when I turn 16." "Now, now, Apple Bloom, Zephyr's a grown mare, she's not going to wreck it. She'll bring it right back, and I'll pay for the gas myself," Smith promised her granddaughter.

@@Gloomfury, What's say we put a pin in Gloom's story for right now (considering he's just going to go eat with the Greasers), and pick it back up when Zephyr goes into town and the two bump into each other? Kill two birds with one stone by getting some PC interaction going, and reconciling the considerable time difference by just saying Gloom was out on the town the whole time.

Two different parents; two polar opposite answers. I'd rather not elaborate further than that.

@@Gloomfury, Tokey was the first to chime in, "My parents are out of town for the weekend. If you promise not to make a mess, you could stay there for a bit." He finally finished the last sip of his beer, and put the mug back on the tray. ********************************************** "Sir," inquired Beansprout, "Isn't it against regs to release a report less than three months after it's filed?" "It's also against the regs to point your guns at somepony without a damn good reason," the ranking officer admonished, "So I guess we're all a bit fuckin' rebellious today."

@@Gloomfury, Beansprout did not answer, only contorting her muzzle into an expression of simultaneous disgust and contempt, so devoid of subtlety it could be seen by the satellite Saltlik from orbit. "There's plenty of fish in the sea, mate," said one officer, almost feeling sorry for the poor guy.

@@Gloomfury, The ranking officer, now visibly annoyed by the persistent vigilante, decided to cut him a deal, "We've only got one copy of the file. But I'll tell you what I will do. I'll make a carbon copy of the entire thing just for you. But it'll take a whole day to make, okay? So just go with Screws, come back tomorrow, I'll have it all ready for you, okay?" @@HunterTSN, "Oh, that's wonderful," Granny cheered, "A career mare. As a grandmother, I've had to raise two generations of fillies. It always warms my heart to see them go out on their own without relying on a stallion." Her pleasant grin curled into a shocked gasp, and then an embarrassed blush as she hastily added, "Erm, no offense, Big Macintosh. I'm sure you'll find a lovely mare." "Nnnnnnnnnnnone taken," he replied. "Anyway," Granny continued, "the job market is wonderful in Ponyville. I'm sure you'll have no problem finding work. Why, even that strange young mare with the uh... the uh..." Granny stammered, trying to recall the details, "You know the one I'm talking about, Applejack, the one who's always blasting that loud rock music. Who is she?" Applejack, relieved that the conversation had steered away from Zephyr, tried to recall the pony in question, "Naw, not ringin' the old church bells." "Well, even she found a job," Granny concluded, "It's a town of opportunity, Zephyr, just waiting for the boom." She took a big bite of her meatloaf, "So what line of work you in, hon?"