Octavia's Bow

She blushes and grinds a toe in the ground, blushing. "Umm... when I was little I was... much more formal and I was wondering..." She scratches the back of her head, blushing profusely, "If we could maybe.... go cello shopping?" She hugs her chest, embarrassed in multiple ways on that engagement.

The deadline is set: Exactly one (1) month until the return of the founder of these threads. And no, I don't mean Page. The future is uncertain, but I doubt it will be unpleasant.

ChikoritaBrony, on 23 Sept 2014 - 09:58 AM, said: Beta tries to keep up wit her fast instructions but has trouble. He has never worked this fast on it. He then turns to her and says, "I'm sorry if I mess up at any point. I can make it up to you if I do. I really do." He then puts it in the oven and hopes for the best to happen. Pinkie waves her hoof nonchalantly, “No problem. Sometimes the best recipes are just little accidents. This was a really good idea, by the way.” She looks out of the kitchen as more and more ponies steadily come to the party, and nods to herself. HopeTheWanderer, on 23 Sept 2014 - 1:43 PM, said: *Hope blushes heavily as the zebra showed more of herself off, but the unicorn soon regained his composure.* Why don't we dine first, Flowers and Snacks is not far from here and I'll pay for the meal. *He nuzzled Zecora's cheek affectionately, almost like he had a schoolboy crush, it was odd for him as his mind was usually in the past and he was usually forlorn and anti-social. But this shamaness was bringing out feelings he didn't think he still had.* (Mmmm, this is gunna give the resident poet a bit of a brush up course xD) (Lets hope this one follows grammatical and poetical conventions, ehh?) Zecora blushes a little and nods, “A meal to share between us two/A night of memories on it’s debut. Lead the way, my shining knight/I’m afraid I’ve never seen this sight.” She breifly hugs you, before gesturing you to lead the way. Count Paradox, on 23 Sept 2014 - 3:16 PM, said: "F-Fluffle!" Dox laughs and gently tries to push her off. "Stop, t-that tickles!" He wiggled a bit, trying to get away. As he saw he couldn't escape her embrace, he resigned to letting her snuggle him. It was embarrassing, but it made her happy, and, in turn, made him happy. She did this for quite some time, until she picks you up and parades you out of Sugar Cube Corner. She seemed to have a place in mind until she saw a flutterby (Butterfly) fly by. She made a trumpet noise and, forgetting to put you down, began chasing it in fascination. DJ Shy-3, on 23 Sept 2014 - 4:16 PM, said: (b. don't have a cutie mark. Sorry, I should've told you that sooner.) Caramel think to himself, wait... they've been trying to bounce that ball for three days straight? either that, or they have been trying for three days. The way I see it, they are either incredibly talented for bouncing for three days straight, or incredibly determined to break that record. Wait.. are they looking at my flank? Are they judging me? I don't know why, but I really hope the yellow one with the bow isn't judging me... Caramel then starts to shake, but not enough for the fillies to notice. “Look! He doesn’t have one neither,” says the yellow one. “Hey feller, wha’s your name?” The trio holds the ball between them, looking at you expectantly. Suddenly, the bell rings however and they groan. “Later, Applebloom. We gotta go to class,” says a disappointed-sounding orange filly pegasus. She grabs the yellow earth pony and drags her with the white unicorn to class, with the ball. (I’ll leave this up to you. You can be in their class, or you can decided on another.) Scilight Paitanibu, on 23 Sept 2014 - 5:26 PM, said: ~The date. I'm at my observatory, hanging up minimalist science propaganda, and laying a plate of small sandwiches on the table, and charging the telescopes, plugging them into the 20-volt plug-in conduits, and then sitting on the table, looking at watch, excitedly~ Some time before the date. Looks like about a few minutes. Hopefully she doesn't mind the propaganda. *places my teleporter/wrench hybrid device on the table* The wrench activates, and Twilight comes out. She seems a bit confused that she ended up on the table, though not enough to keep her there. After getting on the ground, she smiles tiredly at you. “So… I’m here!’ The Shadow Stallion, on 23 Sept 2014 - 6:56 PM, said: Steelhide followed Dusk to the armory. "I generally prefer to fight with a shield. After all it can be used as an offensive device as well as defensive if one knows how to properly use it." Steelhide said with a chuckle. He grinned when he saw the armory and took a simple kite shield with some small nicks and scratches. When it came to unknown weapons and armor he preferred to pick ones that showed small signs of use. These small signs generally proved that the weapon or armor had been used in combat at some point and had probably protected their owners. Steelhide looked at Dusk. "This armory is very impressive." He stated. He didn't take any armor, he preferred his own even though it did have plenty marks of war on it. "What next?" He asked, standing at attention. “Now,” says Dusk, picking up a dagger, “We’ll spar. But I’ll need to see the weapons you intend to use. I’d rather not die, or be forced to kill you.” He offers a slightly bashful expression, and holds up a paper tag. after placing it on the blade of his weapon, it’s purpose becomes clear. A magical field sets itself around the dealy edges. He passes you a box of the tags and allows for you to get ready, applying his own tags to a spear he collects after the slight demonstration. crisahys, on 23 Sept 2014 - 7:28 PM, said: Crisa finally finished the last bite of her own sandwich and moved on towards eating a couple of cupcakes. After those first two bites of the cupcakes, she replied, "Okay. Lets see if I can go ahead and plan something for tomorrow with you and Big Mac. Any good ideas?" Big Mac nods, and bumps Applejack. She looks at him quizzically, “Err, what? Y’all got somethin’ to do, say it.” He frowns at her. “Singing.” “Oh, tha’s right. Yer Pony Tunes are singin’ t’morrah.” She gets a glare from him, “Pony Tones. Yuhl know what I meant.” He gives her an ‘oh really’ face while gesturing to you. Applejack facehooves. “Oh, yah silly filly, you gotta voice for a reason.” He blushes nervously and looks at you. Well, he looks at the ground in front of you, “Would you, errr, like to hear us sing tommorow?” Comet Tail, on 02 Oct 2014 - 3:06 PM, said: "But what? 'buts' are always interesting!" I say with an excited grin. The pun, and thus somewhat untasteful ambiguous meaning of what I say goes completely over my head. I'm just thinking of how the exceptions are always the most exciting thing, the little glimmers that lead to breakthroughs! (Hopefully Twilight won't think I'm pulling a bad joke? >.< ) She swats at you from behind, “And your mom seemed to think you NEEDED those books.” She clears her throat, “The main group researching the atmospheric interferences are positively stumped at the moment, but I think I could get to the moon. With a few permissions. Purely for reserch,” she’s quick to add. Steel Accord, on 02 Oct 2014 - 3:20 PM, said: Steel took the guide in hoof and skimmed through it quickly. Apart from that, he just stayed close to Strongheart and allowed her to make the proper introduction of him to the rest of the buffalo. The rest of the tribe appeared to be setting up camp, apparently, according to his guide, they were indeed nomadic and this was just one stop that they make before moving on. A pretty popular spot, too. A small trail lead through the center, up to a large central tent. This is where she leads you, dropping her load in a storage tent on the way. You take the opportunity to read through some of the key figures of the tribe in your brochure. She steps off to the side and you see the most important figure in your book; Chief Thunderhooves sits smoking a pipe. He opens his eyes and sets the pipe aside. “Chief Thunderhooves, this is Steel Accord. He’s new around here.” The Chief nods and looks at you expectantly. You get a feeling that he might want a bit of a better introduction.

Sayaa blushed and clasped her hands in front of her chest. "Ummm... there is one thing," she mumbles, mostly to herself. "But if I tell you you have to promise not to laugh! And.... umm... it's kinda expensive. So... you probably won't want to do it either..." She ducks her head a bit, not meeting Hikari's eyes.

"Misha... left a one-hundred note..." Sayaa was having a hard time keeping her hands on it; in a past life that note was food for a week. Or a lot of milkshakes. "On you, Hikari. Before I remember common sense." She got outa the booth and took Hikari's hand, allowing herself to be lead by Hikari.

'Omg, how did u get my #? No matter dawg, don't u got, like, brick-break on wat evr u4ia fone just came out? Game on swagmaster117. We'll be back soon. Keep the pizza warm, yeah?' She turns to Hikari, "We should get back soon. Shane is getting restless. And by that, I mean bored. Bored is never a good thing around a special agent."

"But Hikari, that would be disrespectful and undiplomatic! Setting up a meeting shows the party in question you believe their time is valuable. Not only that, but most communication happens visually. We can't afford to cripple our message via electronics." She gave a broad, proud grin before finishing her shake.

Sayaa bit her lip and looked away; despite it's characteristicly childish nature she tried to suppress the combination of hurt and disappointed. Hurt because she had begun seeing herself as Misha's partner; disappointed because she couldn't see a reason for her to go with them. After all, it was looking to be much more entertaining than kicking around town.

I'm not saying any names, but a few more people need to respond.

Sayaa looked around, worried. She didn't like it when it seemed like she was the only person actively sizing up the problem; she spent to much time pretending sh had no clue what was going on. So instead, she sipped on her shake and internally anylized what she would do in each and every afterlife from all religions she could think of, just in case one of them was actually correct.

Lyth kinda hung out awkwardly in Cosmo's arms. She decided it wouldn't be too rude to nibble on her food while the boys talked about babies. She decided that if they wanted to let her in on it, they'd decided to also sit down and then actually eat the food.

"Cosmo," Lyth says around his magic. "Now would be a really good time to practice your runes. You know, since your here and I'm here... I could help." She blushes and nervously twitches, drawing circles subconsciously. The magical, silvery-purple disappeared at a rate that it was drawn, looking similar to being eaten.

"We die," she says bluntly, "We are going after a key that could unlock one of the most powerful artifacts in existence. We have a small collection of rag-tag troops that barely know or trust each other. Even more discouraging, our recon from Miss Technological came back with a fort. A fort hidden from satellite scanners. Which means who ever has it right now is either rich or powerful, and maybe both. That means guards, security... a theif's nightmare job."

"Ohhh, you know. Frozen north." She probably would've continued, but suddenly up became down and down became the north-easterly point of ceiling. She laughs, "Oh, you know.... the salad. And, ummmm, the water would be nice. And some carrots. And apple.... How about we just fill a plate?" She blushed a bit, still hungry from the energy cost of traveling cross-continent. She rests her head on his shoulder with a smile and closes her eyes.

She kissed him back with an intensity to match every moment and oppertunity for a missed kiss since she'd been gone. "I was afraid I might miss it too. The Crystal Empire to here is a far way to travel." Somewhere, there was a circle of slightly lower priestesses all laying on faint-coaches sipping a shake designed to help them cope with large ammounts of energy loss. They were in various states of passed out or tired. "Soooooooooooooo, are you saying you DON'T want the frozen fire I found? It looks like fire, but it radiates cold like ice and looks frozen. It also jumps, leaps, and has to be kept in a special container so it doesn't freeze everything." "It is a pitty you couldn't be bothered to marry at night, Crimson. She would've looked absolutely gorgeous in silver," she whispers to the lucky spouse. "The pleasure is mine, Vanylla. Anyone who can stick with swash-buckling pyromaniac here is definitely welcome company." She winks, then curtsies herself. "Now, I don't mean to be 'that pony,' but it's been a taxing trip... and I was wondering if there was food..."

(Oh my god... does Niveous exisist in the 4th/5th dimension? Is Zeke an Ascended Master? Does Brony know about life science? Find out in the next post!) (Note- This is me joking.) "Why would a teleportation esper want to fight? Especially since, from what I've gathered from your stories, she seems perfectly fine with just beaming herself away Scottie at any time. A head on approach against the slipperiest person we can find might not be the best approach. I mean, ask Misha. Things go wrong when and if they can." (Reffering to the witch hunt of last night)

She waves Cosmo's suggestion away, "I think you are, technically.... but it gets cluttered around on a table. Besides, it's easier to teleport WITH the presents. And I was was afraid I wasn't going to make it." She waved her hoof and most of the presents disappeared with a fading rune. Soles, however, remained. "I missed you."

A solid column of moonlight beamed itself right next to Cosmo. Some runes slowly formoed around the beam and then rotated before, with a flash, Lyth (No 'e' there ) appeared. She was wearing warm clothes that suggest far travels in the north. Some missionary work, as well as a little time for personal reflection as Luna had seen fit. It had been hard for her to leave Cosmo behind. That, however, is another story. With a poof, the heavy clothes disapeared and her High Priestess garb returned, along with a very large tackle-hug to Cosmo. "Cosmo! I feel like it's been forever and a half. Oh.... I didn't miss the party did I? I came baring gifts..." A few wrapped presents of different shapes and sizes came down the moonbeam as it began disappearing from existance. She smiled at the ky, before returning her attention to the ground. "Oh, Crimson. I brought some stuff for you too, though I'm not sure how you'll feel about it. Where's our debonair friend? I need to give him his present... and congratulate him on finding a special somepony."

Mandatory OOC has purpose, too.

"An aweful long and trusting account of your abilities for the Living City. You might want to watch where you say that, Zeke. Humans have a long history of killing what they can't explain." She tossed her magic around a bit, before taking out a series of paper tags. Setting them in a row, she gathered her energies on her finger and began drawing charged, magical symbols on them. "Either way, we're going to need a way in, a way to track down the esper should she get away after, and a way to stop her from teleporting. Because eventually, I'll pass out from overworking myself. As we've seen prior."

Pinkie passes you particularly pink pallets for the Pink Puff Powder Plateables. (Yes... I fabricated that on purpose) "Did you use the powdered sugar, or the granulated sugar? And the eggs and milk, are those ready?" She begins pointing her hoof all over the notebook, pointing to seemingly random areas and asking about steps all while mixing another bowl.

I'll try to find it.

Fuffle gasps and brings both her front hooves up in a gesture of happy suprise, before tackling and snuggling you right there in the middle of the store. Milkshake forgotten, you can begin to see why Crysalis was keeping her around. You can feel the power of her love; it's soft, pink, and a little ticklish. ~Time skip to your date. Be sure to describe the location and your preparations.~ Applejack blushes and Big Mac tucks his head. Eventually, AJ finds her voice, "Th-that's mighty kinda you. Though, if y'all only have a week, we're gunna have ta do this datin' thing a bit more.... often." Big Mac swallows anxiously, but nods, "Eyep." "And would you have a shield to go with your sword, or is there another style you prefer?" Dusk stands, and stretches, before gesturing Steel to follow. Pushing a door open, Steelhide got to see their armory. It was much more practical, if much less regal, than the royal armory, and came attached to a courtyard for sparring and training. The orange one bounces up and down impatiently, "Yeah, just hurry up and throw the ball! School starts soon and we've gotta break the record!!!" "Scootaloo, we've been trying to beat the record for three days! Maybe we should do... something else?" the white one says with a hint of whine. "But what if it's our cutie mark?" The yellow one says wistfully. They all turn to look at you expectantly, seeing that you... a. do have a cutie mark, b. don't have a cutie mark. Zecora smiles kindly at you, though it has a sly, knowing undertone. "A date with me is what you seek/I'm free most every day this week. Potions are a private craft... One wrong move could leave you daft. I know a clearing around the bend, if stargazing or supper is the current trend. If just the sight is helps your spirit soar, allow me to let you look at me more." She does a slow turn, grinning at you the entire time. *As you look into the telescope, you see the ever-slowly rotation of the equestrian moon. Sure enough, you also see a structure, though it's impossible to tell if it's made of concrete or moon-rocks.* Twilight bites her lip and brushes some hair out of her eyes, "It's possible, but unlikely. And... the Equestria atmosphere is surrounded by a very dense electromagnetic field in a shield-like area just outside of a pegasus's normal flight aptitude test height range. It makes it very, very difficult to cast magic into and out of. It also disrupts magic going through. It's become quite the field of study... but...." "I will first introduce you to the chief, who will introduce you as a friend to the tribe. Here, we have created visitors guides. After the Great Pie Rush, many ponies became interested in visiting. One of them was nice enough to do this for us. Also, as a pony obviously not of the tribe, you will be given certain leeway, as well as the benefit of the doubt. It is this way, we have discovered, that helps ponies learn more."

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA, IT'S BACK GUYS. CONTENT PAGE IS BACK! Now then, back to work Dawnpath. Lots of love to give~

"A chocolate shake, please Mr. Waiter." She looks up happily at the recently arrived gentleman. For her, this was really special. It was the first thing she'd had after the boat ride and escape from her family's estate. She brushed her hand against the hilt of her knife, strapped underneath her clothes and sat there thinking heavily about that.