Nom de Plume

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    Specilization is for insects -- Robert A. Heinlien
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    Sci Fi/Fantasy, Writing, Reading, Drawing, Learning... Lots of stuff. Talk to me for more specifics!

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  1. Treasure gave a low whistle, eyeing the massive cart, then looked at Ochre with concern. "Wow. That's an awful lot of stuff. Do you want any help? I can carry some of it, or spell you or something." The old inkeep in Horseshoe Bay had been a taskmaster, but Treasure was used to hard work because of him. "I know I'm no draft horse, but I can help."
  2. "Treasure, please." The mare fell into step alongside the two stallions. "I'm not sure why I was brought along, honestly. I have a talent for finding lost items; maybe the island is lost, and I'm supposed to track it down that way? Otherwise, I don't know what I have to offer that any other, more local, wharf rat wouldn't." Turning to Tech, Treasure nodded. "Yes, we did. Those... Clockwork fillies you had with you. I'd never seen anything like them before, and I was curious. I have to admit, I didn't expect either of them to speak. How did you manage that? A spell worked into the metal, somehow? Or are you just a really good ventriloquist?" She laughed a little at the end, half-joking, but it was true that those two were beyond anything she had ever seen or heard of before. Well, short of drunken sailors' tales, anyway.
  3. "Treasure Trove," she replied, relieved,and shook Ochre's hoof gratefully. "I presume you're in charge of this little trip, then. Where exactly are we going? Just taking a trip into uncharted waters sounds... Dangerous." It sounded like fun, too, but Treasure kept that remark to herself. Her lack of desire to return home was not something likely shared, and it wasn't something she really wanted to discuss, anyway.
  4. Sugar Cone
  5. Not used to being ignored, Treasure blinked in annoyance as the silver mare strode past her, then shrugged it off. Well, she looked like she was on a mission anyway, she thought to herself. I'm sure it was important. Maybe someone else can help me. "Hello," she called, boarding the ship. "Hey! Am I on the right boat or aren't I?"
  6. Treasure trotted down the pier, her pack slung between her shoulder-blades. "Hey," she called, peering through the early-morning fog at the cluster of ponies beside the ship at the end of the dock. "Are you guys the expedition I'm supposed to be joining? I never actually got a chance to talk to any of you." She came to a stop as a silver unicorn mare exited the ship. "My name's Treasure Trove. I believe I'm supposed to be on this journey?"
  7. Ooo...kay? Hm. Thanks for the info, I'll go figure out what Treasure's doing.
  8. Sorry! I wound up house-sitting for my brother last night while he went to go see his wife. What's happened in the RP while I was gone? My phone kept saying there was some kind of internal server error, so I'm a bit behind. The fight ended, Ochre joined, then what? @Sparkle Sword, I think Jonas was just trying to help all of us. They are common mistakes, after all. No need to get up in arms over it. No one's chastising here, just trying to help.
  9. Treasure strolled up to set a hoof on a stallion's shoulder. "Now, now, I don't think there's any need for fuss. In fact, I'm sure these gentlecolts were just leaving." She leaned in close to the stallion, her hoof tightening just a bit around his neck as she gave the best threatening smile she could. "Isn't that right, friend?"
  10. Treasure tried to hide her surprise as the clockwork fillies spoke. "Just wanted to say hello. You three seemed interesting. My name's Treasure Trove. I'm new in town, just come up from Horseshoe Bay, and while I haven't been too far from home, I haven't ever seen anything like these fillies. I was curious, and I wanted to meet you." Then the commotion over by the bar caught her attention. "Uh oh. Looks like I picked the wrong time to step away from the bar." She glanced at the three ponies beside her. "Uh, sorry to cut it short, but those mares are outnumbered. I'm gonna go see if I can lend a hoof." Treasure started towards the bar, calmly at first, but ready to run in if things went bad.
  11. Treasure slid the innkeeper the bits for the room and stretched as she stood up from the bar. Across the room, a stallion and two strange-looking pieces of... Clockwork? were headed up the stairs. Curious, Treasure bounded over, swerving to avoid a standing patron as she hurried to catch up. "Hey, wait!"
  12. Treasure waved a quiet thank-you to the strange mare as she left. "Dang," she muttered to herself, "I was hoping to talk to her. Oh well. She probably had a long day." She took a drink from the frosted mug in front of her. "Mm! Root beer's good here. That's something, at least. Maybe I should get a room for the night and stop talking to myself."
  13. Treasure Trove opened the tavern door slowly, trying to calm her nerves. She had never been so far from home before, but that odd letter had been mailed from this town. Besides, she'd take any excuse to escape the Barnacle. And if she could get out to sea, maybe she'd even find her father again. Treasure slipped inside and scanned the crowd. There, at the bar, was a half-familiar face. The mare had probably come into the Barnacle a time or two, so maybe she was friendly. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and strode over to the empty barstool next to the mare and her companion. The two seemed deep in conversation, so she waved the barkeep over and ordered a root beer to drink while she waited for an opening.
  14. I didn't think we couldn't, either. I'm just saying it wasn't expressly stated. I don't have another character that would fit anyway, so it doesn't matter in my case.