dar tunsh

 

 

 

hey, if you run away one more time, you'll win a free taco. :3

 

"Um... there's gunfire down there..." Draw said, pointing out the obvious.

Suddenly Thunder tackled the old stallion he saw in the bar and at the flower shop, dropping Draw a couple feet to the ground. He stumbled and fell over.

"Whoa ok, for someone younger than me, you sure can do some heavy lifting... or I'm just that thin." Draw remarked as he was picked up. "Hey, I didn't exactly catch your name."

"Va-Va-Vampire? Seriously?"

A worried look spread across his face. Draw wasn't exactly scared... he had gotten that all out of his system, or so he hoped.

Draw thought about the proposal for a second... then he remembered why he went outside today in the first place. His friends. He felt he needed to protect them, even with his own life at stake.

"Sure, why not? I think I'll do okay as long as we don't have to fight any sludge-ponies." Draw said, remembering the tentacled freaks from yesterday. ((forum member reference XD))

"Draw Toonz," he replied, "the artist who is pretty confused about what's going on in Ponyville these days."

"OW!"

Draw was helped up by Thunder.

"It's al- Hey! I remember you! You're from that bar fight from yesterday. right?"

I just bumped into you if you feel like rping.

 

Draw woke up with a start. He doesn't usually get up this early, but he had kind of a restless night. He stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water. The frigid liquid rolling through his coat woke him up with a start. Turning the hot tap up a bit, he decided it would be best to warn his friends about the events happening around town. "Carver might be able to take care of himself, but if Roma or Vivace got caught in that kind of fight, I don't know what could happen." he thought.

Draw hurried with his shower, dried off hastily, brushed his teeth and grabbed his saddle bags and an apple before heading to town.

((not sure if I'll actually bring any other characters in, especially since 2 of them don't have a profile yet))

I guess I'll wake up then and head to town... I'm going to need somepony to interact with cuz I got nothing to go on anymore...

Hypno is talking to Static. And Clocks is about to get beat up.

 

I just got back, what the hay is goin on?!

Is it morning yet?

((This SUCKS.))

 

 

((Deleted because for some reason I thought it was morning in the RP.))

Am I counted in this?

 

young + magic = powers

 

but I'm a fifty year old earth pony

 

While trotting along the path, Draw glanced towards the pony now standing alone. He was looking at something. Draw followed his gaze to see... to... see...

"NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE!" He exclaimed and galloped off after seeing the massive jaws of who-knows-what on top of a building.

When he finally made it to his home, he locked his door and went up the stairs to his bedroom. He peered out from behind some curtains through a window to make sure nothing followed him. Seeing only a few houses, he turned to his drawing table.

"I think I'm going to prepare a bit for the worst." he said as he picked up his pencil with his magic and began sketching on the pad that was on the table.

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After an hour or so, Draw yawned. "I think that's enough for now." he said to himself, putting the drawing pad and pencils into his saddle bags. With that, he turned off the lights and got in bed.

((as will the real me, gotta sleep sometime))

Not having powers is starting to suck :

 

Draw peeked cautiously around the corner again. The fight had apparently died off. He took his chance and started to walk across the path towards his home...

COLGATE ALL THE WAY!

Draw watched Stitches go off into the distance.

"Guess I better avoid them, then. I wonder what lead to it in the first place... YAH!"

Draw shouted and jerked his head back as the second bullet hit the wall barely a foot away from him.

Yeah, I myself need to catch some sleep, but I want to post a bit more... seeing as everyone else has been goin' at it.

Draw jumped backwards instinctively when the gun went off. That's when Stitches bumped into him.

"Used to what?" he asked.