Loud Opinion

As his ship landed on the sandy beach of the new world, Gold Dust deeply breathed in, the smell of sea salt still heavy in the air. The sound of the waves crashing into the beach was like music to his ears after over a year of commotion aboard a busy ship. Making contact with the beach as the fifty ponies brave enough to join him rushed out in order to stretch their legs reminded Gold Dust of his hometown and how this crazy adventure began. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gold Dust was fed up with his local governors antics. After discovering that all the letters he sent were promptly discarded with little more than a light skim from the mayor's secretary, he had enough. As fate would have it, Gold Dust had found a discarded pamphlet describing the wonders of a new uncharted island where people were just now settling. After further inspection, Gold had realised this pamphlet was printed over a year ago. Even if the ships were making return trips, the waiting list would be absolutely ludicrous. Still, Gold couldn't miss this opportunity: the chance to have his ideal government, were crime was minimal, and liberty was maximum. Not wanting to see this chance slip by, Gold Dust arranged a personal meeting with one hundred of the ponies in town. Gold was a well respected resident among the town, doing odd jobs, giving out respectful advice whenever asked, and being very active in town events added up to someone the town's people could remember and appreciate. It was no surprise that everyone attended. Ninety of the ponies agreed that the government was impossible to work with. Eighty ponies agreed that moving was the only way to make progress. Sixty agreed that moving to the new land was a sound plan. Only Fifty would volunteer to go through with it. Luckily, one of those ponies is a see navigator and he owned one of the fastest boats this side of the cost. With a smaller amount of supplies to carry, a definitely faster boat, and without having to slow down in order to keep in formation with other boats, there was no doubt that we would have our slice of land before the place got overcrowded. Gold Dust was not blind to the law, so while the other fifty ponies were preparing the ship to sail, Gold had a letter written to the address specified on the pamphlet that their group would be making their own settlement on the new land, focused on government rather than trade and exploration. Gold also stated that they would be setting sail the same day that he wrote the letter. Gold knew that his group would be long gone before they would get any kind of reply, and that's exactly what he was counting on. If anyone were to say that his actions were unlawful, he could claim that there is no law against it and blame the rest on a less than optimal mail delivery. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Snapping back to reality, a smile grew on Gold Dust face as he saw that some of the ponies were already making makeshift shelters. With over a year on a boat with little to do was plenty of incentive to designate jobs and plan what their first actions would be. Gold Dust was elected to be the mayor, but seeing as everyone knew what they were doing, he concluded that his time would be best spent exploring. Taking some navigational supplies, Gold Dust explained his intentions to the others and took flight soon after.

should have made his coat gray...

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After calming down from the excitement of the battle around him, Silver Tongues ears perked up at the mention of interrogation. "Harken! Thou hast heard of thine request, and we offer our assistance in extracting information," Silver said as he rushed to crimsons side of the room, and reminisced on his school days. Silver remembered catching the teachers attention with different accents, and ways of speaking, 'Works every time,' Silver thought to himself; confident it would work once more.

Silver Tongue cherished Crimsons compliment as if it were pure gold and spoke up "Wow, who would have guessed that the pony with the name 'Crimson Blade' would be the most polite? You can murder all you like Crimson, you're still okay in my book," Silver said trying to sound as sincere as possible. Stepping through the door, Silver kept to the back of the group. When Silver heart Mirror comment on the torches, he didn't have anything better to do but put his two cents out there. "I think it's functional to say the least," Silver said, "Someone shouldn't have to change something practical just because its been done".

Silver Tongue spoke up, "Let me see if I can help with an 'aerodynamics spell' to help you move faster, and keep more of your momentum," Silver got to work with the spell. It was a fairly simple spell, but to cast it on six ponies and their weapons would drain anypony. The spell was designed for ponies in a rush, so it didn't take long to cast, but it did leave Silver Tongue too tired to actually fight. "There, you should be able to run, jump, and slash with out that pesky air slowing you down for at least a few hours".

Silver was pretty excited, 'How often do you get a chance to make friends with murderers, especially ones that know how to laugh? How many ponies can just ask their friends 'hay I need some help with murdering' and not get arrested immediately?' Silver thought to himself. "Silver Tongue, at your serves," he introduced with a smile and a light bow "Altho I won't be getting into the heart of many more scuffles as is, I am good with weather manipulation, and this really cool spell that gives ponies butterfly wings" Silver said as he caught up with the rest of the group.

Silver Tongue watched as they 'fought'(it looked a little more like murder to him), and tried to find an exit to the room. 'This place looks like its full of treasure, there has to be something functional enough to help'. "Anyone that can't fight, look for something to help those that can." Silver ordered, as he picked up the spear in his telekinesis, and started bashing the 'thing' as hard as he could.

Silver Tongue found himself in relatively the same boat as Fluorescent Fire (Doesn't know his name, just a reference point), but instead of slowly backing away, he rushed to the side farthest away from the unsettling 'unicorn'. His brain went into overdrive trying to guess what it would do, 'Red means danger, do not activate, smile means inviting, want as many ponies around it as possible, there's no emotion behind it, unarmed. Think, what has, or would want all of these effects?'. "Guys, I think we should keep our distance. What has a built in alarm, no emotion, doesn't need a weapon, and wants as many ponies around it as possible? That thing is a living bomb!" Silver tried to warn, while keeping as many ponies between him and the 'explosive'.

Silver Tongue rushed into 'The Tower' with the bravado of you average high school jock when it hit him, 'This could be a competition.' Silver thought to himself, 'Quick, act like you've got you're eye on the prize, without burning any bridges!', "Haha, your 'Fancy Drapes™' and 'Beautiful Tile Designs™' are no match for my raw focus... Actually, these 'Fancy Drapes™' look pretty expensive, you think we could sell these at a 'General Goods Store™'?" Silver asked, trying to make his determination as apparent as possible before he inevitably distracted himself. Oh well, such is the price of living 'outside-ish' of the box.

@@madpenguin44, ~Earlier~ Silver Tongue happened to be going out of town for a particularly good looking job interview, when a large tower rise up from what he assumed to be solid dirt and stone. The tower wasn't to far in fact, it was closer than his job interview and his home. Silver Tongue wondered how much time he had for a moment before his laziness and thirst for adventure convinced him to check it out. ~Now~ There was a crowd around the tower by the time Silver finally got to it. Thankfully he got there just in time to hear the 'Alicorn's?' announcement. As he rudely made his way through the crowd, Silver thought to himself, 'safe job, or dangerous tower of unknown riches?'. Silver lightly chuckled at himself for even considering the former. Finally at the front of the crowd, Silver called out like a pony chased by timber wolves, "I volunteer," to blinded by the rush of opportunity to notice how loud he actually was.

@@Snow Mark,@,@@HunterTSN, Silver Tongue began to panic. 'Am I to be cast adrift between worlds, forever, forgotten by time itself?' He thought to himself. Just as the panic was about to take full effect, he heard a muffled conversation in the distance. Perhaps they were ponies that saw his body, and were trying to revive him. As Silver was regaining consciousness, the voices started to sound clearer, making the distance easier to guess. Finally, Silver started opening his eyes, (despite thinking they were already open,) he noticed that he was indoors, but not in a hospital. The air did not have the clinical feel, and he was resting on stone, rather than a hospital bed. Thankfully he didn't need a bed with the minor bruises he had. Looking over in the direction of the voices, Silver saw a small group of three ponies around two- alicorns? With an idea of his surroundings, Silver rose to his hoofs, and announced his presents in a clinical tone, "Don't everyone get up at once, my unconscious body was only launched through the void".

@@Snow Mark, Silver Tongue was trotting through the streets of canterlot with a pep in his step and a song in his heart, while on his way to a job interview for the equestrian embassy. Silver was completely oblivious to the now gloomy weather, apart from his gratitude that the harsh winds were blowing in his direction. He was too distracted with mentally preparing himself for the upcoming interview, to even consider waiting out the storm. He knew when he saw that the administrative position was open, it would be the first step to his dream job of being an equestrian ambassador. Even if Silver Tongue had been paying attention to his surroundings, he could not have reacted to the lightning that struck just in front of him, sending him flying backwards. Silvers life flashed before his eyes as he soared through the air. He had just enough time to say "Disappointed!" before he realized his hooves were on the ground. Silver Tongue didn't remember landing, and all of his momentum had stopped, in fact, everything had stopped. He did not feel the wind urging him forward, the rain striking his fur, or even the ground beneath his hooves. As Silver observed the endless gray void before him, it took only a few moments to come to the conclusion that he landed on the ground with enough force to kill him, and this was a sort of limbo between life and death.

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@@C. Thunder Dash, "Aren't we forgetting about the community serves, or was that was scheduled for later in the day?" Silver Tongue asked. "I heard the train takes a few hours to get to canterlot, and then theres the return trip, but if it won't cut into anything else then it sounds good to me." Silver Tongue pointed out.

@@C. Thunder Dash, "Okay? I haven't been this focused sense the beginning of this community serves. I might even be able to start over analyzing things again, not that it has any practical use right now, but its still nice." Silver explained calmly. Silver Tongue took note of the new papers "I don't suppose that has anything to do with the current situation, does it?" Silver Tongue asked.

@@C. Thunder Dash, Silver Tongue replied with a similar facial expression "Sounds good." before eating the rest of his breakfast. Now having some sustenance, Silver Tongues focus returned in spades. Things seemed to be looking up for Silver Tongue, infact he was even looking forward to the upcoming work.

@@C. Thunder Dash, "Just like that? No paperwork? No interview? Thunder, I appreciate the gesture, but unless you are the legal guardian, you probably don't have that kind of authority. Well, now that I've said that, I can probably get the paperwork sorted out when this community service is over. So, legally, no. Metaphorically, yes." Silver Tongue explained.

@@C. Thunder Dash, Silver Tongue perked up at the suggestion and took a break from eating breakfast to voice his opinion "That sounds like a great name, but I think it's up to the foal to decide if it's the right name for him.". Silver said turning to face the foal "Do you think this represents who you are?".