Randimaxis

Fluffernutter

If I may? I would like the opportunity to help in any way I can - and I'd love to do some actual voice work, if that's still needed. After all, if the main roles are all taken... I could always play a villain or two, if the need arises? But I'd be willing to help in ANY way I could, honestly - this seems so good and sweet, I just can't help but wanting to be a part of it somehow. Even if I get nothing from it other than experience that I can put on a reume, I'd be happy to help in any way possible. Please let me know, and thank you for your time. *bows humbly*

The lovely mare nodded at the effort, and as Mystic watched, she began to dissolve in a blur of mist. She placed a single hoof over her own chest, where her heart would lie, and gave a slight bow before her ghostly image was simply gone from view... though Mystic still had the distinct impression that she was being watched... The statue came to a creaking halt in front of Bloom, then reached out and pointed in a direction. From here, there was only a lush canopy of forest, from what the young mare could see... except for what seemed to be a small jut of what seemed to be a carved column of stone, poking out among a thick spread of vines and other wild growth. It wouldn't have been too far from here, though it might mean another trek through the pathways that wound around the cemetery. Wait... hadn't Daxter said something about a statue garden being around that area somewhere? It seemed Bloom recalled one of his many tales where he and his friend Illiad had visited an area where there was some overgrowth - and wasn't there something about a relative in that story, too? The statue slowly brought its' hoof down, seemed to stare at her for a moment, then looked down and, with the sound of grinding stone filling the air around her, it drew its' hoof back and forth over a section of ground, leaving a single word that she knew well... 'CLEAR' With that, the statue looked at her again - well, she assumed it did, anyway - then began to walk back towards where it had come from. The ghostly pony gave a smirk, and waved a hoof in return. She came forward to give the ghostie a hug... and ended up hugging his tombstone, which made the ghost laugh uproariously. At least, she thought he might be laughing; she couldn't hear a single sound he was making. It was weird, seeing all the hallmarks of laughter, yet hearing absolutely nothing from him. After a good chortle, he turned back to face her and then began to pantomime opening a book of some sort, turning pages... then, he pointed towards Blackwater Manor, then pantomimed turning pages again. Finally, he pointed directly at her... and his smile grew wider. What was he trying to tell her? Pansy lifted a hoof to her mouth in shock. "OH! Oh, Mister Hopper, I DO apologize! I didn't think that... well, there are a few workers here who've had some scarring and such, but I never... i-i-if it..." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then exhaled before addressing him again, this time with a good bit more calm in her manner. "... of course, Mister Hopper - I suppose we can spare a cart after all; it isn't as if Mister Cragg is going broke, and it might go far to perhaps getting him to afford newer, safer carts. Allow me a moment to get what you'll need... and I'll be certain to find a yoke that will allow you to, er... maintain your dignity. Again, I am TRULY sorry." Of course, now Pansy was wondering if the poor stallion was handicapped; to have a disfiguration was one thing, but for it to be so bad as to make Clod react in such a way? She hoped she hadn't insulted or embarrassed him; he seemed okay, and Blackwater employees who knew better tended to stay away from Cragg's business as if it were the plague. Pansy moved swiftly to get a yoke and cart, making a visible effort to push the wheeled thing to him. She was a bit plump and out-of-shape, so the push left her sweating and gasping, but she still smiled grandly as she reached her destination. "Very well... pant, gasp... Mister Hopper... pant, pant... we can send you... wheeze, pant... with this cart for the... pant, pant... crate." Vylia lifted an eyebrow, yet chose to take another sip of her tea and said nothing. The pegasus mare seemed to ponder the idea for a moment, then gave a slight shrug. "Well, it stands to reason that each emerald is accounted for, mostly... however, there may be some merit in what you say, Mister Golddust - you have my attention, flighty as it may be; I would suggest you give me reason to pause, yes?" She may have seemed non-chalant about it, but there was little doubt in Gold's mind that he'd gotten her attention, indeed - now, how to KEEP it? "Now, just a moment..." Vylia sat forward on her chair, giving the stallion the full weight of her gaze. "As far as lineage goes, a worker is a worker, yes? However, the idea of what you might be implying certainly intrigues me... and, admittdly, we've had troubles with theft in the past. I normally would already have a number of other workers lined up for such a job, but... perhaps you have what it takes after all, hmmmm?" The smile she now wore looked somewhat predatory. "And, aside from my own family, NO position in the Blackwater Quarry is completely safe and secure... so, perhaps this IS worthy of some attention on my part." She took a sip of her tea, then set the cup down as she once again lounged back in her chaise... however, her eyes were riveted to Gold as she spoke. "So... what exactly would you propose would be a solution to such an issue? Speaking hypothetically, of course - we're not actually making accusations yet, are we? Please, indulge me - how would YOU go about dealing such a discovery, were you in my situation with this dilemma? How would you handle someone who was seemingly doing their job on the outside, yet planning to make a personal profit from their wickedry on the inside?" Well, he had her attention - time to make it count.

The rest of that quote is FAR too funny, to me - given the current situation, of course. However, when it comes to Vylia... well, let's just say the Love Bloom already found out what Gold will shortly discover... Oh, yes. This will be INTERESTING... because the only thing the Blackwater matriarch lovs more than herself... is teaching others about what 'folly' truly is. Response within the next day or two; been waiting for this. };D

... sometimes? Just someone else.

Pail

Hmmmmmmmmm... What I'm seeing here is a bit of overlap between Bloom and Red; both came here to deal with rumours of harm and problems, and both are 'undercover' in their own respects to witness for themselves how things are going. Both want only the best for the workers here, and both are observant and eager to figure out what the Blackwaters are truly like. But see, here's where I can possibly add in MY two bits worth: What if they were working for opposing organizations? Not so much as they'd hate each other, but more like they might have to cross each other's paths to accomplish some of their goals? Or what if they had a single connection in common - like a stallion they both dated, or perhaps someone who both of them used to know? Maybe each one figures out the other is undercover, and they go about trying to expose each other subtly? I DO like the idea of Red Hope; put together some sort of obstacle or dilemma between the two, because BOTH their stories are a bit close for my comfort - but I'd be happy to let it happen if there's a little bit of CHAOS to play with. }:D