FirstPonySpectre

Thanks for the welcome backs~ It's good to be back in such a kind community.

My Favourite Mane 6 Pony: Fluttershy How did you find MLP Forums?: How you became a fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic: Well, this is actually my second time making a thread on this page. I figured since I haven't been on this forum in over a year and my account is still around I should make another post on this board! Sort of like a welcome back sorta thing. -shrugs-. Well. It's good to be back and I hope I can meet some new friends as well as rekindle a few of the friendships I bailed on so abruptly due to my personal life pulling me away from here.

Feel free to post when you want. lol sorry for my inactivity, been busy as hell recently'

Alright, thanks .

@@Scribblegroove, @@Evilshy, Joel took a sniff of the air, taking in the sweet aroma of the truth serum known as booze. Though Joel himself has never drank a bottle of this miracle liquid, he often uses it as a means to get a stubborn, or defensive individual to lower their guard and relinquish all the information that Joel wants to know, and something even more. This drink also had a very beneficial side effect. It's cause it's victims to forget everything that happened while they were under it's intoxicating effects. The smell of alcohol also brings back memories of the masked man's other journeys to taverns. After all, they're like an archive of local rumors and full of feeble minded individuals Joel could wrap around his finger in his sleep. "Back to the hunting grounds." Joel smirked, as he surveyed the building's exterior. "I'll keep on the lookout for any vulnerable prey." Julia remarked in a tone just as eager as Joel's. Joel took another sniff of the air, "You smell that?" Joel asked the two men who accompanied him to the tavern. "That my friends is misery's perfume. The pitiful scent of a weak man's attempt to drown his sorrows in a glass of amnesia. Though I can't blame them. The world can be quite a malicious entity, playing games with people, entangling it's victims with it's ropes of agony, dragging them down into a sea of never ending regret." Joel spoke, making motions with hands and arms as the words glided off his tongue. "It's sadistically poetic, isn't it?" Joel remarked, his tone of voice shifting to a slightly saddened whisper. He then turned to the two, with a smirk on his face and a confident look in his eye. "It's a good thing that I'd rather die than become another wasted verse in the never ending poem of misery." The masked man laughed heartily before turning back to the door. "Shall we go in?"

@@Scribblegroove, Hey, in your previous post you had referred to me as "Joel" even though Joel hasn't told Ivon his real name, he's only introduced himself as Masquerade so far. Just thought I'd point that out.

@@Scribblegroove, @@Evilshy, "This man doesn't know what a tavern is? Where has he been living?" Julia questioned, a bit shocked. "Well, looks like we found a sheep who strayed from the herd. Guess I'll have to play the role of shepherd now." Joel smirked as he tapped his fingers on his flintlock. "What are you talking about? You don't know how to herd sheep." Julia asked, even more confused than before. "What I mean is I'll be the one to teach him how this world works, and in turn, gain his trust." Joel said, his smirk vanishing in a slight embarrassment of his other half's small incompetence. "But he seems to know what a barracks is." She pointed out, obviously trying to divert Joel away from her misinterpretation "Well, I'm not surprised. No matter where one comes from there always tends to be an military, or guard of some kind." "Point taken, I suppose." Joel turned to the man, a welcoming smile on his face. "A tavern is like a bar. Where you can drown away your sorrows with a bottle intoxicating liquid." He explained with superb articulation. "And while you may be right about the barracks, aliens to this town such as ourselves will definitely have a hard time getting a chance to meet with the commander; whereas taverns don't seem to care what gender, race, build or social class one is, the one thing they care about is how much coin an individual is willing to fork over." The words flowed off of Joel's tongue as if he had rehearsed his statement many times before. He then pointed off into the distance towards the large building he had pointed out to his newly acquired friend group. "That building, the tall one over there, that's the tavern here." He informed him, as he took a stride towards the towering structure. "Come along now." Joel called out, gesturing with his hand to follow. "We haven't got all day."

@, (FINALLY GOT OVER WRITERS BLOCK! YEAH!) Bittersweet strapped shut her saddle bag and smiled with excitement. She didn't really even take the time to look at the titles of the books just yet she was so giddy. Clearly almost unable to wait any longer to get to reading these books she began to scout out the library for a comfortable spot to read. Though most of the spots she found gave her a rather unsettling feeling that she just couldn't understand, or she could hear other's speaking about things that she, quite frankly, didn't care about. After a few minutes of cantering around she decided that it'd probably be best if she just left to find somewhere more isolated and less freaky. With this is mind she trotted up to Red Cask. "Umm.. excuse me, mister Red Cask?" She attempted to get the stewards attention. "Is it okay if I leave and go to the inn, perhaps?" She questioned, with a shy smile on her face.

@@Scribblegroove, @@Evilshy, "This is very strange." Joel thought to himself. "Yeah, this Ivon guy is kind of weird." Julia replied with a jest. "No, not that. The walls. Their clearly new. Can't you tell?" Joel informed the voice "Now that you mention it, they do look rather out of place." "Why would a small town like this need such solid defenses, and more importantly, where did they get the resources? Something isn't right here." "Perhaps there is a threat outside of the town." "That's probably the best start we have. I'm sure the barkeeper at the tavern should have some extensive information about any rumors circulating from any traders passing through." "Good thought." Joel turned to Ivon, a satisfied grin on his face. "The tavern, obviously. Bartenders tend to hear a lot of rumors from any travelers or residents. After all, a drunk man's talk is a sober man's thoughts." Joel informed him as he pointed towards the large three story building "Aren't you going to tell this Ivon fella that he's wrong about your set of skills being useless?" Julia questioned curiously. "I think it's better if he remains clueless, don't you think? I'll have him wrapped around my finger in no time." Joel answered, smirking a bit as he thought.

@@Evilshy, "Didn't expect this man to be so... friendly." Julia remarked with a subtly shock. "Nor did I." Joel agreed, just as shocked. Joel reached his arm out and grabbed onto Gron's for a handshake. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Gron." Joel said with a kind, yet suave tone. His eyes studying Gron's outfit, noticing he's quite bulked out with a large shield belted to his back. It was clear to Joel that this man was very strong, and physical strength, though not as important as mental prowess to Joel, was still a trait Joel found useful in others. The slight jest that Gron had poked Joel with caused Joel to smile because, quite frankly, Gron wasn't exactly wrong. "Of course can't. Exactly the reason I use these rather easy to conceal weapons. I prefer to lure my targets into a false sense of security just before I stab them in the back." Joel chuckled as he gazed at his pistol, and crossbow, though not drawing any attention to the dagger hidden between his back and his trench coat. "It's not necessarily the most honorable method but it gets the job done, am I right?"

This is an accurate on how I respond to being sick.

@@Scribblegroove, @@Windbreaker, @Evilshy, Joel began to head off the ship, walking next to Aaren. From the moment he stepped off the ship a sudden gust of wind struck Joel causing his trench coat to flutter in the wind like a cape. Joel put a hand on his fedora to make sure it didn't fly off. The gust passed and when it did Joel heard someone call out to him, referring to him as the one with the 'white mask'. "Well, it looks like you're popular." Julia remarked when the rather demanding man called out to Joel. "Let's be honest, when am I not." Joel replied, smirking whilst thinking. "Sounds like he's figured you out already." She informed Joel with a sense of cautiousness. "Yes, it does. But he seems to have a rather large ego. An ego I can use to my advantage." Joel said with confidence. "Look who's talking..." "Well of course I have an ego, if I didn't I wouldn't have the confidence to do half the things I do." "Ehhhh, point taken." Julia agreed in a defeated tone. Turning to Aaren, Joel laughed a bit. "It'd appear I'm being summoned, and I'm not one to decline an invitation. We can become better acquainted with one another later." Joel informed the man, as he gave a polite bow before walking over to the rather tough looking men who called him. He quickly remembered that these were the two men who had been sparring earlier. "These guys look tough." "It won't be a problem if they never have the excuse to fight me, right?" "I suppose. Just be careful, they look quick to anger." "Advice noted." Joel approached the two, a smirk on his face. "I heard you call me. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Masquerade, and whom may you two be?"