Dave (RayFriedh)

Maple idly stirred her plate of apple salad. She glanced at her neighbor from time to time, who seemed to be trying to strike up a conversation. He never really seemed to know when to stay quiet, did he? Still, he was only trying to be friendly.It was strange, she had only just met this colt, and yet he was the subject of many of her thoughts... Finally, Max seemed to have convinced everypony to introduce themselves. She decided listened intently to everypony's introduction. Max was first to introduce himself. "Heh, feels like kindergarten as a new student. My name is Max, and I am Pegasus. Couldn't you tell?" Maple tried her best to suppress a giggle at his commentary. It was a cheesy joke, but she laughed nonetheless. "Spent most of my life in Ponyville, I do what I can to help others whenever possible, I am taller than normal ponies...Had a wife 2 years back. She died in the Everfree forest, and I only recovered from amnesia about the event about 6 months ago." She turned her head back up at Max, registering the information given to her, She had already noticed that he was tall, but it was strange that she had never met him back in Ponyville... though, as he mentioned amnesia and his wife, she supposed he was under hospitalization for much time... she also sent Max the deepest of condol- "Have a necklace that glows brighter the more I fall in love and it attracts ghost." Wait. What was that first part?! She quickly turned back to her apple salad, and began furiously picking at it while Max concluded his introduction. Maybe he wasn't referring to her?! Maybe she just heard things? She was blushing furiously, and she hated it. When the pony called Goldseek finished her own introduction, she tried to clear her mind of what her neighbor had just said, raised her head a little, and began. "Well, I'm a pony from Manehattan. I've gone through a few schools, and travelled from city to city, studying literature. I write stories. Right now, I've settled down in Ponyville, where there is room for many stories and many nice people." She quickly set her gaze back to the salad- the sliced, diced, and torn up salad. She did not rehearse that last part, and was completely aware of its corniness. She took a quick bite out of it, and tried not to keep looking back up at her neighbor- and failed.

Oh, it looks like now we're coming back, maybe. Sorry. Even I have been inactive here. Nice to see ActFast has some faith in the RP though. We might be able to stall for time, but we really need Ms. Snickers to come back. Or we could reboot the RP. It's an interesting premise, I wouldn't want to leave this RP behind.

heyhoha! Did someone say artist? Welcome to the forums, friend, I hope ya enjoy your stay. We've got a nice community of people and the friendliest staff ye've ever met. And no, I am not a used car salesman. You'll probably want to drop by the Pony Art section of Octavia's Hall for feedback and criticism of your artwork (Great for getting better!), Or you could drop by the Creative Resources section for requests and tips (Also great for getting better!). Hope to see more of ya and your artwork soon. Ifn'ya need some constructive feedback, ye can always call on me for it.

"N-no, I shou-should've seen where I was going...", she stumbled. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something, and-" she hesitated. She hated getting thrown into social situations. Sure, she could hold her own in a conversation, but whenever she was thrust into talking to somepony without prior thought, she was a little disconcerted. What she really hated, though, were bad first impressions. . Making friends is better than being surrounded by strangers, was part of her philosophy, but she also wanted everypony she met remember her for good reasons. Maybe she was making a mountain out of a molehill, but she always got way too much into small details... She knew she was being a hypocrite when she easily forgives other ponies, but...it was different because... "Extra train?" She nodded towards where the mare was looking at just a while ago. "You mean that one ove-" Ah! Something she was prepared to talk about! "Sorry, I think they're talking about me." she said, hurriedly. "I've gotta go... hopefully we'll bump in- we'll meet again." She turn and did a brisk trot toward the stallion that called for her. Phew. That was a rather shaky interaction. Well, what did it matter, really? She probably wouldn't remember her, anyway. As she trotted to the stallion, she eyed a sign on the train. "The Las Pegasus Express," she mouthed. Exactly what she was looking for. She had been told, by word of mouth, that this train was one of the best out there, perhaps even worthy of being called legendary. Having never really pampered herself, she was rather skeptical of what would make a train ride be different from the others, but she let herself be persuaded by the rumours. Nearing the stallion, she put on a friendly smile and said, "Hello! Yes, I was hoping to get a ticket..." she turned her head to open up her saddlebag and get two small, readily-made bags, each filled with fifty bits. Turning back to the conductor pony, she moved the bags from her mouth to her hooves, and offered him an outstretched hoof, holding two bags of fifty bits. "And here are the bits!"

I made a post. Tell me if it's okay, please. Hopefully I'll get better as we continue the roleplaying.

Anticipation and excitement. Maple was full of both of these. She had been debating on whether she should be making this trip for weeks, but finally decided that it would be a fun experience, and that her book could use a fresh look at the place where it was set- a book she had notably started when she was debating on whether or not to go. Ah, yes, Las Pegasus! A city of gambling, no doubt full of interesting stories and places and all sorts of ponies! She had no need for more bits, but what she did feel that she needed was a little change in scenery, a little more excitement- not the fun, friendly excitement that Pinkie Pie supplied on a whim- but the kind that- Maple was so lost in her (what even she knew were childish) thoughts, that she did not notice herself approaching the ticket stand, or the pegasus standing near it. Bump. “Sorry, my bad!” She was quickly pulled back into reality, a place where she acted a little differently than her mind, observing, thinking, and writing. Maple decided to begin her return to reality with the first action-observing. She observed that the pegasus wore a soft-blue coat on herself, and her mane was full of darker and lighter shades of blue. She was also slightly taller than Maple. She thought on why the pony would just be standing there, before taking a quick glance on where the pony seemed to be looking just a moment before, where there was what seemed to be a conductor of a train, and a potential passenger. One with very similar colours to the pegasus before her. Related, maybe? Probably not. The ponies in Ponyville were all sorts of colours and sizes and shapes. She also thought that executing the third step might not be the best idea right now. Wait. Had she packed her notebook?

@ActFast231 "Sorted out later? I-" She stopped herself, thinking about what she was about to say. True, what had just happened was a little scary and rather strange, but technically the stallion hadn't exactly tricked them into coming.The whole situation was very interesting to her. Who was Buttercup? Was she murdered? By whom? What did she want with this gem Max had? There were very few things that Maple loved more than a good mystery. She had no idea what Artix thought she could contribute to whatever sort of investigation he was expecting the ponies to do, though... besides. If she didn't like his proposition, she could just say no, and leave. Hopefully. She look back up at Max, her eyes reflecting his, and nodded slowly. "Alright. We'll see what Mister Artix has to say before we do anything else."

I was asking about why Maple would not be able to see the ghosts, if you could maybe help or even comment on the previous suggestions, some of them which were a little ridiculous. Anyway, no need for swiftness now, I've decided that the post I've been writing so far is not very good, so I'll have to start from the beginning.

Use the English language to post. Just enter. Everypony that hasn't posted has presumably been eating dinner. The lights went, there was a spirit. If you're gonna enter, be sure you're gonna stay in the RP. And @ActFast231, you're killing me. I need a response while I'm still writing this. I know you were online when I sent you the message

@ActFast231 Well, I was thinking that maybe Maple had some sort of connection with Buttercup? Maybe in spi- Okay, okay, it all sounds to far-fetched I guess. I think that, if she doesn't see her, though, it'll make meeting her later on much more interesting or something. I guess. I don't know, what am I thinking? Perhaps Maple resembles Buttercup in some way...? bleh @ActFast231 I'm actually interested in what you have to say above. It may become important later on in the story, if Snickers allows Buttercup to speak to Maple later.

Hey, @ActFast231 would it be alright if Maple doesn't see the spirit of Buttercup? And just so you know, I'm writing her reaction to everything that has happened since I stopped posting. Starting from "Buttercup! My Darling!"

Sorry. I can't post much today, I'm very busy this particular day. I'll try to whip something up right now.

The emoticon could be replaced by Rainbow Dash's "Radical" face that she makes in the "May the Best Pet Win!" episode. You know, because ponies. Anyway, back to drawing genreponies.

I'll await your feedback until then! They will have names, I just haven't decided them yet. Yep, everything will be vectored to fit in with the website, as close to the show style as the vector artist can make it. Thank you for your commentary and feedback! The female version I just created on accident. Thank you for the feedback, and I'm not taking requests at the moment, sorry! Too busy with this project, y'see. No comment is useless! Thank you for it! Thankye for your commentary, and I'll await ye in the other threads of genreponies. I think I already answered this, but for now, the mane and tail will be a sandy yellow and the fur is a light brown. The checkerboard pattern seems like something I could work in easily. Also, yeah, I think I'll change the CM to something like that. Thank you for the feedback!

Alright, this is not my best work at all. That's what happens when you start shoddily and don't correct yourself as much as you need to when you continue.Also, the waterbrush is very messy and a little fun to use. I feel like it could be a powerful tool, if only I knew how to wield it. This was originally supposed to be the cover of a fanfiction for the author The_Fool, but he has yet to accept it. Anyway, enjoy. I should probably just stick to making the genreponies for the time being.

Sorry for being so late! My mother needed some help. [/excuse] Anyway, it seems like ActFast and I are developing something of our own here. Our characters have already established a sort of connection. I'm not sure if your characters are suspicious or shy, but guys, you've gotta move. And fast. Or else, Artix might decide to make examples of you... Just sayin'. Be active, be on your toes hooves, and roleplay, and you might come out of this alive. @ActFast231 okay, I'm willing to go with anything you do, I trust you on this. Anyway, does the necklace have the same effect on Maple?

@@LeJAKoJAK @@ActFast231 Maple's eyes widened at the detective's remark. "Hey! We're not loveb-", she began protesting, but the Film-Pony didn't seem to be listening to her. She turned her attention to a glowing red light that seemed to be emanating from under the pegasus's coat. Max reached inside and pulled out a necklace with a crystal, emanating a soft red glow, and a comforting warmth. "W-what..."she stuttered, "What is that?" she put a hoof close to the necklace, feeling its warmth a little more. All her thoughts from before were left behind as her mind started focusing on the beckoning jewel. She lifted her sight to Max's face again, and repeated the pressing question. "What...is it?"