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Randimaxis

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  1. Just wanted to take a moment to thank you - not only for working on my own request, but for doing this for all these ponies who came to you. You must be a wonderful person to do all of this work for free, and I'm very grateful for your time & effort in this endeavor, as I'm certain everypony else is. Thank you so very kindly for all your hard work. You deserve a medal!
  2. Dax watched her go. "Of course. Certainly. As you-" She's not listening, moron. Same reaction you always get. Dax sighed heavily. He looked around in a vain attempt to see if he could catch any glimpse of Rave, but of course that was impossible; Rave was long gone, apparently. "... dammit..." He went back to the bar, but instead of going back into the din inside, he just sat on the curb, heavily. "DAMMIT!" He yelled into the night air. "Shaddap! Ponies are tryin' ta SLEEP here!" came a yell from down the street.
  3. Dax blinked. "It's... he's... *sigh* it's a long story. He's-" Use names and there'll be trouble for certain, he thought. "He's powerful. He lives around here, and I've been trying to keep an eye on him." Dax took a deep breath, shook his head, and looked the mare in the eye. "I was hoping he would... be safe." Rave's fine, dummy - it's YOU who should be worried, he thought. He stood up straight, trying to make certain he didn't appear to be a threat. "I'm... so very sorry, ma'am; I am a bit tipsy, and I thought you..." He gave a rueful chuckle. "We went over that already, didn't we? I'm sorry." He slowly and carefully held out a hoof to her. "My name's Dax. Hiya. Truce?"
  4. He took another few steps back, eyes glued to the blade. "ME!? I didn't... I'm not... no, no, no! I'm telling you, I just thought you were... somepony I know! I didn't think you'd be... be armed! Heck, I thought you were a different unicorn, for crying out loud!" Oh crapcakes, this is bad. Very bad. Dax's rump bumped against a lanternpost. Realizing he was being cornered, he tried to put on his best 'serious face'. He took a defensive position, his eyes still locked on the blade. "Please, c-c-calm down, miss. No need for flying off the ha-ha-handle..."
  5. "I... um, I... I th-th-thought you were... someone else." Dax eyeballed the sword, and sobriety began creeping up on him. "Look, there's no n-n-need to resort to violence, miss. Really! I thought you... you were somepony I know, that's all." He took a few slow steps back, trying his best to allow her to see he was unarmed. "My s-s-s-sincerest apologies..." he stammered.
  6. Dax picked up the pace, working hard to try to keep the pony-shape in his sights. He nearly stumbled over his own hooves, but he managed to get around the corner without falling down. He gave a half-hearted gallop to catch up, and when he was behind the pony-shape, he said, "You... what're you doin' out he-" He stopped. It wasn't Rave; it was a white filly with a red streak in her mane, not at all what Dax had been expecting. "Uhm... uh, my... m-m-my mistake, miss. I'm sorry." He tried to look sober.
  7. Dax shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the thoughts floating through it. If I can just get... myself... convinced that I'm not... just wasting my- His eyes flew open, and he blinked rapidly. No... noooooooo, nuh-uh. I didn't just see... He looked up just in time to see Rave making his way outside. Normally, he'd do his best not to be seen or heard. But being slightly drunk wasn't normal for him. He got up from the bar & made his way to the door. Outside, the rain had let up a bit, but there was still a slight sheen to the air as he stepped outside. His eyes darted around, searching for Rave. Seeing a pony-shaped shadow heading around the corner, he stumbled after it, trying not to weave.
  8. When your eyes cross, it's time for bed, isn't it? Dammit...

    1. Randimaxis

      Randimaxis

      I DON' WANNA.

    2. Randimaxis

      Randimaxis

      I DON' WANNA... *rubs eyes*

    3. Randimaxis

      Randimaxis

      I DON'... don'... *snooooooore*

  9. The mug clomped down onto the bar, and the black & green stallion wiped his muzzle. He counted the cups... one... two... three. Three mugs. He shook his head, wondering what the heck possessed him to drink like this. He'd had a sip or two - but not three whole mugs. He shrugged his shoulders, letting a small smile slip onto his face for the first time in a long, long time. He looked at the bartender and, motioning him over, put several more bits on the counter. "Here," he muttered, the smile replaced by a somewhat depressive stare at the counter, "for being a good shport." The bartender took the bits, nodded & went off to another customer. The stallion turned around and, allowing his customary frown settle into its accustomed place, he leaned back against the bar. He looked around at the other ponies, but paid very little attention to any of them. "Gotta find a way... gotta find... a way..."
  10. Stop the world; I wanna get off here. Thanks.

  11. Stop the world; I wanna get off here. Thanks.

  12. The interior was filled with sound: music, idle chatting & drunken whoops of joy. The black & green stallion made his way through the din, all the while he had his mind in his thoughts, next to completely unaware of his surroundings. He bellied up to the bar, sat down heavily & thumped his head onto the sticky surface. When the bartender came around, he didn't look up - he just raised a hoof and said three words: "Green. Apple. Cider." As the bartender moved to get the drink in question, the pony slowly lifted his head & idly glanced around. He saw ponies drinking, ponies dancing & ponies talking. Normally, he didn't care much for being around this many ponies in one place - too much of a chance to be recognized as a member of the notorious Blackwater family - but it had been a long night. A long week. Heck, a long month. He'd been watching Rave during most days, and reading up on the Darkmane family most nights. He'd had very little sleep recently, as his particular "pony of interest" had become more active as of late. Maybe he's been training less, he ruminated. Or maybe he's almost done with it. He shivered, contemplating the form he'd seen Rave take about a year ago. I can't let it go, though... or, can I? Am I trying too much? I mean, I know Rave's got this thing about dark magic, but maybe... maybe I'm just a fool for following him all this while... maybe I'm too dense to see the truth... maybe... oh, heck - I have no idea what I'm doing here. If there was just a sign; a single sign that I'm doing the right thing here... He took the mug offered to him by the 'tender, laid the appropriate bits on the counter & began to drink.
  13. The dark shadow across the street watched as the lights went out in Rave's place. A sigh escaped it, and it uttered a few words into the wet air: "I need a drink." Turning, the form moved along the sidewalk, back in the direction it came from. Stepping lightly, the pony moved through the blanket of night, picked out only occasionally by the street lanterns. Another night done, another pony hurt. Not dead, but hurt badly. This isn't good - not at all. Has it consumed him already? Can't be; not yet. He wasn't- "Spare a bit, mister?" The homeless pony on the sidewalk looked up pitifully, his only cover against the rain was a garbage can lid balanced precariously on his head. "I'm awful hungry." The shadow paused. There was movement, and a smooth, fresh green apple dropped into the vagrant's lap. "Don't spend it all in one place," he said softly. "Th-... thank you. Thank you!" The sound of a crisp apple crunching followed the stallion through the rain. He went back to his thoughts. He wasn't all vile-looking, not yet. If that form showed up again, it'll be bad news. Bad news indeed. Okay, then - a quick drink, then back to the stall again. He stopped. The place where the wounded pony from earlier had been was now clear; no sign. The form shrugged, then looked at the club's sign: The Dragon's Dance, it said. Good as anyplace else, I guess. He went in, trying to slick as much rainwater off his jacket as he could.
  14. The shadow slipped out of the darkness next to the club. It moved to the side of the fallen pony left in Rave's wake. There was movement, a quick flash of green, and a hoof carefully placed under the unconscious pony's muzzle. Breathing... good. Not gone yet. Emerald green eyes slid up to watch Rave as he made his way down the street. The shadow melted back into the darkness, staying well behind the unicorn, and began following slowly.
  15. *BING* Would the owner of the tank please move your vehicle; you are parked in the fire lane - thank you *BING*

    1. MLS_Brony

      MLS_Brony

      Yes if by "tank" you mean "keg" then yes I will come move it immediately.

  16. Dax made his way to the train station. After the long night he'd had, what with dealing with the interloper from Destiny's room, he was somewhat tired... but he was certainly not in bad shape. Not yet, anyway. He trotted along, considering his decision to let the thief go - it might not have been the BEST decision, but he wasn't exactly in the mood for talking to any guards; they thought him to be trouble anyway, and probably would have locked him up along with the thief. He gave a snort of disgust at the idea that he'd get locked away just for his family name, but... Doesn't matter. You've got to focus on the task ahead of you, Dax - don't get sidetracked by foolishness. Strangely enough, it sometimes seemed like his father was the voice in his head & not his own. Shrugging, he let it go. At least I have something to make the journey a little less harrowing, he thought, looking at the second satchel across his flank. Maybe I should turn this over for the team's use? After all, there's no telling how much we'll- Dax almost bumped into the train station wall, lost in his own ruminations, but stopped himself short. He looked around, trying to see if he could locate the rest of the team. His green eyes fell on Destiny, sleeping on a bench, looking quite peaceful. Wow... has she been waiting here all morning? Now THAT'S dedication, he thought to himself. He allowed for a small smile as he looked her over, and gave a moment's thought to the idea that she might actually be willing to be a real frie- Nonsense. Pull yourself together. Just do what you're supposed to, and once it's over, you can go back to your tent. Plain & simple. Despite the gruff attitude in his head, he doused his smile before he gently tapped a hoof on the bench Destiny slept on. "Hey... uhm, Destiny? Hey, it's time to get up, now... uhm, I mean - EXCUSE ME, Destiny." He settled his 'all business' look onto his features before she opened her eyes. No need to look incompetent.
  17. If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck & sounds like a duck... you'll probably have to pay taxes on it. *sigh*

  18. Gideon Anomaly
  19. If you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you... let's see who blinks first. ABYSSAL STARING CONTEST - GO!

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    2. Randimaxis

      Randimaxis

      Hard to... concentrate... practicing for... Weeping... Angels... eyeballs... so dry... like white raisins...

    3. Randimaxis

      Randimaxis

      U G H . . . m y e y e s a r e t i r e d . . .

    4. MLS_Brony

      MLS_Brony

      Anyone else thinking of doing a deep dive into the ocean?

  20. Dax stood there for a moment, shellshocked. He watched Rave walk off into the distance, wanting to call after him, but afraid of what would be said. That... that's it? That's IT!? All that trotting to get here, the nonsense with my dream, the hope that I'd... find a... Dax slowly turned to Chaotic, calm on his face, but anger in his eyes. "Okay. All right. I get it. All for nothing, right? The dream was nothing but a sham, just to get me here to... well, to feel useless. Fine." Dax turned and began to walk away slowly. "I'm used to it, anyway." He trotted off, his heart aching, but his face showed nothing. Dax walked a bit, and began to think about things. He began to ruminate about what all had happened, about Chaotic, about the things he had seen on the trip, about Rave... Did he say he was going to let the dark magic fully consume him? Dax stopped. He glanced into the distance, toward the direction Rave had headed off into. I'll get yelled at for sure. It's crazy; don't even think about it. There's nothing you'd be able to do, anyway. You'd be in the way... again... Dax began to slowly change his course, his path becoming parallel with Rave's tracks. Stop this foolishness. Go back to your tent & forget this stupid idea. Don't waste your time. Dax kept going. WHAT THE HECK!? WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO BACK WHERE YOU BELONG? WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING A PONY WHO MIGHT END UP BEING ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS THREATS TO EQUESTRIA THAT EVER EXISTED!? "... because. Just because." Besides, Rave didn't seem to have many ponies on his side. He was brash, arrogant, egotistical, jaded and somewhat psychotic... but Dax thought he wasn't bad company. Of course, Dax's only comparison was his own family, and compared to them, Rave was a sugary-sweet pony. Well, maybe not when he got all... scary... but, just the same, Dax kept going. He pulled a green apple from his pack & munched it absent-mindedly as he followed the hoofprints of a pony he barely knew over the horizon.
  21. Um, hiya - may I place a request for my OC to be equalized here? My OC, Dax Blackwater (male) : Whether or not you accept my request, I thank you for your time. (If possible, could you make him look a bit uncomfortable? Maybe a bit of a worried grin, or the like? I just like the comedic value idea.)
  22. Might I... please... make a request? Could I possibly ask you if you could spare the time to perhaps draw my OC, Dax? (If you want more info, check under my sig.) I would be ever so grateful if you could squeeze him in. Either way, I thank you kindly for your time.
  23. True, but industry is heavier in the north areas; you have to admit, they're a bit OVERdeveloped, and feel kinda crowded.
  24. Hey! I happen to live SOUTH of Atlanta, and I quite like it here, thank you very much. Granted, South Atlanta ITSELF isn't exactly the best place to be, but if you go further south, you'll find some nice little cities. Gray, Macon, Locust Grove, Peachtree City - ALL SOUTH. But, yeah - keep the car doors locked in South Atlanta proper. For real.
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