Randimaxis

Sorry, folks. Work's been unforgiving, and the free time I get ends to be between trying to sleep, writing my story on FimFic or basic maintenence of my Life. I'm not giving up on this; I'm just stuck without much chance to actually get any RP accomplished at the moment. But hopefully, within my next day off, I'll get myself here & post again.

Mya. For volunteering and stuff.

Sorry it took so long; next victim is in the viddy. }:D MLPForumsPies2021.mp4

Okay, okay - give me a day or two, and I'll do the thing. Thanks Valty - no really; pie tastes great, even when it's on your face. A day or two. It shall be done.

Heck, when they banished me, I even did a song about it. Still, guess I'm on the chopping block again this year; well, as it's for a good cause, I am here to suffer the joy. Bring it.

Oh, my child... Shall I tell you of the Heartbreak of Zelda, on that fateful day when the save batteries died? Ot shall I regale you of the tale of the sub-par save card for the legenday PS2, which would erase like clockwork every three weeks? Or mayhaps you were there for the great Hard Drive Fry of 98'? These things... I know of them. They are horror, pure and simple.

I volunteer. My nomination for an animated number? "Toxic Love" from Ferngully, by the great Tim Curry. }:)

I did sing 'A Glass Of Water' for our water charity, a few years back... Didn't break the microphone, so I guess it was decent. *chuckle* ... ... ... I mean, GO JERIC!

Is that... a Kingdom Hearts reference? "I'm through with takin' falls, I'm bouncin' off the walls; without that gun, I'd have some fun, I'd kick you in the-" "NOSE!!" "Nose? Dat don't rhyme wit' walls!" "No... but this does." *gratuitous groin kick*

I plan to reply - I just need to find enough time to do so.

*biiiiiiiiig yawn* Whu-hanh-whaaat? *smacks lips, bleary eyes crossed* ... f'nagahhagaaaa... rrrrrrrr... uh, here... @Denim&Venöm, I'm too schleepies ri' now - can you comman see what he wanz? *trudges back to bed* Sleeeeeeeepy, sleepy, sleepy, sleepy, sleepy...

Dax took in all that Queen Permu told him... but he wasn't quite certain he fully understood yet. It still feels like they're being forced to hide who they are, but... he mentally sighed, but I'm NOT a changeling; I guess I can see what she means, but I just can't stop thinking it's not right, somehow, to have to hide like that. Still, she seems to find it important, and I'm pretty sure the revelation of the identites of changelings in history would probably turn the entire nation upside-down; I may not quite understand it... but I'll respect it enough that I'll keep it a secret. If it were meant to be told, it would have been told already. I won't betray their trust like that. He looked at Oracle and thought, besides, I would NEVER want to cause her any pain or issue - I may not understand your secrets, lovely changeling, but I'll never tell of them. Dax nodded and gave a grin. "Maybe they could - a school would be the place to learn, right?" The earth pony gave a shy wave and one of his typical sheepish grins, seeing so many bright young faces at once - regardless of race, the class was filled with cute young changelings, and he fought back an urge to hug them all. "The basics... might be a good place to start; I'm not a changeling myself, so maybe I just don't understand it all - and in any sort of education, a good foundation is paramount. Maybe your students could, uhm... h-help me build a proper base for constructing a tower of understanding?" He blushed a bit at that - it sounded cheesy, even though it had seemed like the right thing to say. Dax was a bit embarrassed by his lack of knowledge, but he was willing (and eager) to learn all he could... even if he sounded like a doofus in front of the entire class.

The path was as she recalled it, and it wasn't long beore she ended up back in the family graveyard. With a number of fancy headstones and statues, it took a moment to find the one that she'd seen... but as soon as she saw it, there was no mistaking it - after all, one doesn't forget a statue that walks up to them, do they? The grave beneath was old - over a thousand years old, in fact. Thought time had done a number on the stone, the true testament of the sculptor's work had been the effort and skill used to carve into this particular statue... and the fact that it still stood, after all this time, was one Tartarus of a testament. Maybe the statue itself had been magically treated? Beneath the stone statue were the words, barely visible yet still ledgible enough: CHISEL BLACK Master Sculptor ~>0<~ 6 AD - 55 AD The poor thing had not even made it to fifty summers... and yet, had lived long enough to create such masterpieces. It was a bit... disconcerting... that she'd also apprently created her own tombstone, but the realization hit Bloom like a ton of bricks: The statues in that garden were over a thousand years old... and still looked as magnificent as they had. Reading the headstone's words, they seemed to almost glow for a moment, and Bloom herself suddenly felt as if she were relieved... soothed from some unknown source. Calmed, as it were. There was nothing different about her, nor any outward sign of what she'd felt... yet somehow, she had the sensation that she'd done something good... something right... and whatever had sent her along that path was grateful for her help. Blackwater Ridge didn't look or feel frightening at all, now - indeed, Bloom was overcome with a sensation of peace. Dax nodded, glad to have Mystic by his side, and charged towards Blackwater Manor. They passed an unfamiliar stallion headed towards the gates as they did, but other than a brief glimpse from Dax, he paid him little mind as they charged onward. Dax barrelled through the front doors, causing them to slam open loudly; the sound echoed through the manor, causing all sorts of servants to stop dead in their tracks... And, even before they reached the stairs, Luther Blackwater came bursting from his office, looking sharp and alert, and came to the head of the grand stairway before they made it up. His eyes were electric as they locked with his son's. "What is it?" he asked directly. "Father, there's been a theft; Silver Stud's shed has been robbed, and the theif stole her blueprints!" Luther's eyes widened. "The gates-" "Locked down already, thanks to Doc Zinger." "Silver?" "Being seen to by Ziggy as well - she's a wreck, but she's calming down." "Investigations will be underway shortly. Thank you, Daxter - I will inform Vylia, and come to speak to Silver personally, as well as witness the scene." The stallion made his way towards Vylia's sun room, while Dax turned to Mystic and sighed, his ears drooping. "Father can handle some of this, but I feel like we could be doing something as well - do you maybe have some, uhm... way to help investigate, maybe?" He glanced around a bit before leaning in close, "If you need to, we could go to your room if you, er... need some privacy? Or if you can't do anything like that, would you maybe know what we could do? I don't think we would be able to search Silver's shed for clues yet - but I 'm pretty sure Father will allow it, once he's gotten his plan into motion; he won't allow this to just slip under the rug, but... can't we help somehow?" He looked at her with those emerald eyes of his, hoping she had some sort of answer. Silver looked at the little dynamo and her tears began flowing again... but she fixed her with her most sorrowful and repantant look. "Oh, Blitz... oh... I'm not s-sure how to tell you this, b-but... but I HAVE to tell you..." She seemed to brace herself, drawing some personal courage and strength from Ziggy's embrace before she passed on the news that she was completely unsure how the filly would take it. "Blitz," she said, "I've... I've been robbed." Her tears redoubled. "They took ALL my blueprints... and... a-and they took your wings." It devastated her to tell the little filly that her mechanical wonder was gone... but Silver flet responsible, since she'd been the one to get her to remove them for study in the first place, and she wasn't going to shirk from the responsibility of informing her of the truth. "Oh, Blitz - I am SO sorry!" she cried, "I should never have asked you to take them off... oh, I'm so very, very sorry! Please forgive me!" The mare was obviously upset over her plans being taken, but seemed even moreso over the theft of Blitz's wings... and it was written all over her muzzle. Fortunately for him, he had just managed to make his way into the gates of the Blackwater Quarry before a weird-looking bolt of lightning found its' way to the guard shack at the top. Without any sort of blast, the bolt then made its' way back towards the quarry yard, and the massive gates creaked loudly as they were shut, the boom of their closing echoing throughout the quarry itself. Strangely enough, it seemed that there was a great deal of activity happening within the yard proper; a number of workers were making their way there, curious looks on their muzzles as they went to see what the problem was... of course, not a one of them seemed to pay any attention to Clod, crate on his back or not. Indeed, it seemed as if there was a bit of chaos going on here... the source of which wasn't exactly easy to figure out. Maybe he could help? Or maybe it was better for him to get back to the mines, as soon as possible? Or perhaps to deliver the crate on his back first? This was turning out to be a far more confusing day than Clod had possibly planned for...