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"Oh. I didn't realize..." she blushes, "I just thought you knew eachother before I met you guys." She stands, stretching, "We'd better check up on our apartment. I got a feeling our good Samaritan got free. Specially since pizza boy here was s'possed to guard him instead of burning musical instruments. For no particular reason.

"I believe the question was designed for thought, or to deflect personal blame," Sam counters. "Further, if you could assume a form that wasn't a person in the meating, that'd be great." Just how many people are coming? I need to sleep or else AREA is going to go crazy on me...

"Charley huh? Hmm, charming." She sits down in an unoccupied chair, "Australian by the sound of things. They don't have wolves naturally there... that must positively suck." She sighs tiredly into the seat, "Now, why are we s'possed to gather here? I was told I was reassigned and that's about it." She tossed up a smile, but closed her eyes. People who knew her would know that she was not near sleep yet. People new to her were generally worried.

"That's all fine and good, but should you find yourself hunting a wolf in my presence you will be assured altercation," says Sam with a smile, walking into the room about a minute or two after the others. "I'd tell you my name, but I know you're just gunna spin it. So, I thought up something for you: For me, Midnight Sammy works." Sam stretches, showing the emblem at the front of her robes that had previously been covered by her sleeve. The silver wolf designated her order; the only significant group of lunar mages to survive the collapse. Once a small intelligence segment of a government supporting magic in general, the Duskwalkers were famous for two things- loyalty and their symbol. Of course, the giant silvery crescent moon on her back (previously covered by a couch) was probably much more useful at discerning her magical alignment. "Of course, Sam is probably easier to say. Pleasure to meet you, Mister?" She stuck her hand out to shake with Charles, nodding her hello to Auria. (Changed for Mal~)

"Sam. Just Sam, please. That looks like it hurts. Alot. Infected even..." She looks back up at Auria, "What bit you?" She sits back, looking concerned, while pulling out her spell book. I might have a spell in hear for small cuts and scrapes. It's obviously a bit more serious, but the spell could protecr against infection... Here! The entire time her tired mind could only focus on one thing, so she didn't really hear what Auria said. And... well, she also forgot to ask if it was okay to cast the spell. She just sort of casted it on Auria's arm. Lunar magic, unlike solar magic, isn't tied down to religions that shun nightly creatures. Things like vampires, werewolves, and zombies... not a big deal. So, the magic was relatively safe for use on just about anything. Just not something constantly regenerating. Not if you're expecting something small. The magic soaked into Auria's skin, cleaning up the wound and instantly closing the wound into thin, silvery scars. This caused the tired mage to jump a bit, wide-eyed. "That wasn't s'possed to happen." She started studying the spell, "Did I do something wrong? That's supposed to be small cuts..." She blushes at Auria, a little embarresed, "Not that there's anything wrong with the result, but..."

@@Azura, Sam looked at the other girl from under her hood. The humanoid next to her wore a hoodie that covered most of her features, reminding her a bit of Left 4 Dead. While an undead wouldn't be unheard of- oh... There's a bit of blood on her sleeve. It's not spreading, so she's not currently bleading... but... "Midwest training facility. Are you hurt miss? You've got a little bit of blood on your sleeve." Sam proceeded to take off her own hood to give the newcomer a tired smile. The darkening bags under her eyes making it clear that she was forcing herself awake. "They've been-*Yawn* yammering on like that for a few minutes now. Can't really handle a crowd while the sun's up, but uhhh..." She leans in as if to check the arm, then stops, "May I?"

Having gotten her things squared away (and shot Zac the room location), Sam changed into her robes. An unfortunate custom of magic. I seem to need to brand myself magical. Zac never has to wear robes... She smiled at a remembered conversation about racism, though more because the dragon had been actively telling jokes. It had come to her attention a while back that such memories were hard to explain to others. It's hard to tell people the closest thing you have to a brother is a dragon. Her thoughts were interupted by a stray something under her feet, causing her to trip. With a sigh, she realized she'd thought into the stairs. Wonderful. Well, at least nobody was here to see that. She brushed off her robes and proceeded upstairs to the commons. She frowned when she found it occupied, and put her hood up. Sun is on the upswing. I don't wanna deal with people while I'm tired. She sat in a couch as far away as possible to watch some television.

"I never did ask what your connection to him was..." Sayaa says, nibbling on the highly flavorful chicken. Chicken that had been obviosly poured over with TLC. However... she didn't want certain table guests whom she hadn't forgiven to know se enjoyed it. So she ate it slowly, watching Hikari around the leg.

Life. Mine will be short, or at least short than a Were, or a vampire. Perfectly normal by human standards, which I still technically qualify into. People spend years dabbling into its meaning, and yet come short of anything meaningful. Perhaps life was never really meant to mean anything. Some random gene glitch gave me the powers I currently possess, and an aptitude to learn more. By some standards, you could slap me into some tights and a cape and call me a super hero. But who really wants to wear all that plastic? ahh, I believe that beep is the door-guards reminder that I have nightly studies. And to wake up. These were the thoughts running through Samantha's head as she gazed at the star-map. The starmap was actually just a little plastic covering over a projector light pointed at the ceiling. She had requested it sometime between the mesh of time that was when she was picked up for this 'job,' and now. Funny, I thought I would keep time with it... The door on locked as a groggy-looking male, lightly armed, motioned her out, "And study this time Samantha. The boss gets... well, he gets pretty pissed. And then he reports to his boss, an so forth. For my sake?" "No worries Zac!" she pats his shoulder, "This week I'm ahead of my studies!" "Yeah, and you said that last week." "At least I didn't fall asleep at the door with a p-" "You said we wouldn't talk about that anymore!" he says hurriedly, in a hushed tone. She winks and waves him off, headed towards the commons. Time to see what was going on in the world. After all, she hadn't really had many field missions. Meaning, moonlit strolls. Before she turned the corner, however, Zac stopped her. "Hey, wait a moment. Apparently, you've got mail." "Huh?" she walked back to the door, which had a wall-mounted computer-lock. It was useful for a lot of things, but it also kept her familiar belongings all locked up and safe behind a presumabley uncrackable decription. Though, as with all things, that didn't mean one-hundred-percent safe. >To: Dossier Zac Dragonov (Actual name can't be spelled) >CC: Samantha Raelyn >Subject: Reassignment >Encription: Blue __________________________________________ Attention Agents: This message is to inform you that you have been reassigned to Area 51. Your ride will arrive in two hours. Note that all magical possessions assigned to this facility will be <REPEALED BY DIRECTOR>. Your belongings must fit in a <REPEALED BY DIRECTOR>. This assignment will be PERMANENT until further notice. Please note that this means that this is your last hour on OPERATIVE TRAINING BASE ONE. Please pack any and all personal belongings. Any left belongings will be <REDACTED>. Be ready in 1 hour. ___________________________________________ "Well Zac, I guess that means you've got an hour to get your scales collected. I've gotta pack." "Scales? I don't shed scales in this form!" he replies indignantly. "And you expect me to believe that you leave yourself in 'this form,'" she asks in a slightly mocking tone. "Come on. I need my door guard to protect me from the idiots who thing I plant wheat." Zac sighs and lumbers off, while Sam turns back into her room. Pulling open a door to reveal her closet, she pulled out her suitcase and started packing. Her clothes, of course. Emergency money. Journal, check. Lunar Tome, check. Ceremonial robes.... unfortunate check. Assorted items to make the new room feel like home? Double check. And, of course, her little light. Carefully taken apart and put back into the box, she slid it safely under some clothes. No need for the ride to break the light. All ready to go, she met up with Zac and was rushed quickly into a tinted SUV. She noted, with a certain amount of euphoria, that it was indeed night time. This meant two things: One, she felt energy and connection rush back into her bones as her power source found it's tiny, lonely follower, and two-they could take the fast plane. Within another hour, they would be in Arizona... or wherever Area 51 was. That wasn't the news she followed anyway. ______________________________________________ Even with one of the fastest passenger planes on the planet, it couldn't compare to the fast plane. Which is why it mildly confused her when the Agency stuck a dragon posing as a human, and a mage connected to the night, into a regular old airplane. Sure, they'd gotten Silver class, which was better than Economy, but wasn't this whole thing supposed to be an illustrious but secretive schtick? The music on the speakers was not her favored Beethoven, or Motzart. It wasn't Avril Lavigne, either. Not Evanescence. Not even the Black Eyed Peas. In fact, it sounded like it was all by 'unlicensed local artist, according to the excessively dim screen. And to top it all off, it was all twangy country, and grungy rock. Suppressing a groan, she opted out of it and resolved to stare at the sky with her thoughts. So many places on this Earth. So many places, and I'm among the small number of Lunar Mages left. According to my studies, we lost-beat out hard-style by our supposed brothers of the Solar Sect. Probably because they were more appealing to a more normal audience. I mean, it's hard to garner allies when you're sleeping scheduled is the exact opposite of theirs. A bloody battle anyway, in some unfathomable pre-history. And hey cut us down to a point that I could be likened to some rare or precious artifact, down to the point where I could be 'hired' to be preserved. Lovely. Doesn't make it easier to learn my magic though. At that point, she had to concentrate on controlling the random sparks of energy to ensure the safety of the flight, and her person. She took some suppressants, with a side-affect of drowziness, and fell asleep for the rest of the flight. ______________________________________________ When she awoke, it was still night. Or at least, nigh again. The black-tinted window had fogged up, leaving a mark where her now-cold cheek had been only moments ago. Night time in a desert. Cold, but not unfeeling. Perhaps if someone asked, her energy would fill them with warmth... Another sigh. To many in the last few hours. She was already missing "home". The gate was unassuming. The tech inside was not. Fortunately, having already been through her regularly scheduled ID update, the elevator ride was easy. Zac, however, had not. It's hard to remember when your older than a century, he would say. That, and the human form they used for his ID hadn't changed in the ten-ish years Sam had known the dragon. She slid her ID and rode the elevator down, shaking off the suppressant. She shuddered, glad she was alone in the elevator as the silver-light of her magic burst out of her and dispersed. An uncommon, but non-threatening side effect of the suppressant. On some people, it interfered with the natural flow of magic in the body-essentially their energy, which the Chinese had been known to call Chi, though the two weren't quite the same. Still, they operated similarly enough that it enhanced one's understanding. An unbalance in this energy could cause some quite serious consequences, but the drug (at least this version) was nowhere near strong enough. It didn't even lock the powers away. That being said, she was glad to have shaken it. With a sigh, she stepped out and showed the guard her ID behind a youngish man who smelled like a bar. Shaking fanciful images of her assumptions of this man's night from her mind, she went to find her new living quarters and 'set up shop'.

What happened to Draven?

The Head Cannon Heavy Update. Caroling Chikorita, on 10 Dec 2014 - 8:37 PM, said: Beta has a little trouble keeping up with Pinkie at first but gets the hang of it pretty fast. He manages to keep Pinkie in line and do moves that perfectly synced with hers. "Princess Pie, how do you think my lovely dancing is going right now my fair maiden?" Your two-step is fine, but how is your swing?” she challenges, as the song changes. And so,with the new song camea new beat and a new dance. All eyes are on the floor as Pinkie get ready for the next song, bouncing to the beat. The Shadow Stallion, on 10 Dec 2014 - 9:04 PM, said: Steelhide was a bit taken aback that Luna had taken the place of Dusk to fight him. He was momentarily conflicted as well given that it wasn't his norm to fight members of the opposite gender. However, he did have respect for all warriors whether they be lowly commoner to the mightiest of kings or in this case princess. Luna's words rang within Steelhide's ears. Steelhide gave his sword a few short swings. "I wish you luck as well, lady Luna." Steelhide said. He relaxed his stance, but was ready to act in a moment's notice. He knew that chances are Luna expected him to follow her and then she would strike at him. It was a basic trap, but most rash ponies would have taken the bait and just charged right in. He glanced at Dusk before moving to the other side of the weapon rack, intending to circle around and behind Luna as to not be ambushed. Though he was still conscious. In a fight one could never be too certain of an enemy's movements unless one saw the actual enemy. He rounded the other side of the weapon rack cautiously, keeping his guard up and his eyes constantly moving to detect any flicker of movement. (You’re funny.It was Dusk who wished you luck, and Duskwho retreated back there to watch. Welp, here goes nothing) The two of you circle around the rack for a bit, before Luna teleports and knocks you back onto the training floor. The magic activates the floor’s perimeter seal, sealing everything within the broad, circular training arena inside of that area. The weapons racks and other obstacles out of the way, you two are free for some uninterrupted dueling. Count Paradox, on 10 Dec 2014 - 11:54 PM, said: He shook his head. "Heheh, uh, no... I'm actually tangled up good here... But... it seems as though staying like this might make you feel better for a while. Is that what you would like, Fluff? I'll promise to stay for a bit if you want." He nuzzled her cheeck gently. "Hey, cheer up. Please? For me?" She jumps happily and bounds home. The treehouse seems quiet as she drags you down stairs for snuggles. Somehow hugging you around her fluff, she hums quietly to herself. HopeTheWanderer, on 11 Dec 2014 - 09:51 AM, said: (You don't have to make up stuff in poems if you don't want to, or at least not all the time ) "Few have the honor of hearing a zebra's tales. I would also...like to get to know more about you. " He replied, reaching over to nuzzle Zecora briefly. "I also know very little about the zebra homeland and I would like to broaden my knowledge of it." “I’m far far away From my home on this day Where Zebras out number Ponies at play. The mornings are hot, The night is yet cold Water seems forever draught, and food forever old. The trails between towns Are small, treach’rous and few, They’ve been known from time to time To eat an entity or two. The towns themselves lie O’re vast open fields Numbers protecting all sides From malcontent and fear The colorful dances, The beautiful songs Saddle Arabia is where I come from. A small village for farming, A traveller’s rest, At which I found I was once at it’s head. A chief among healers of body, mind, and soul. A shaman, they called me, in that time long ago. I trained my replacement, Having found myself uncontent, And though there were sad faces I could not repent I was itching to move on, That time was to part The dusty sand basin Was not the home of my heart. I followed this trail And others just like it; I followed my heart To find it’s last call, And I hope that I’ve found it, once and for all.. The town here is nice, And though I’ve lost stature I’ve gained many friends On this perilous venture. And perhaps if we’re lucky, I’ve found a bit more. But perhaps we should focus On dinner once more.” The waiter came with their respective dinners as she tried to cover a faint blush. She thanks the waiter, before beginning her meal. Scilight Paitanibu, on 12 Dec 2014 - 4:13 PM, said: @Nightwing "I choose, really, to work in every topic of science and engineering. I specialize more in a few than others, but I do all." Scilight replied gleefully. It soon became obvious to him that Twilight knew he was tense, so he responded; "Also, I am not very relaxed, since I am dancing and visiting with the one pony who I absolutely love!" Scilight replied. He actually did love Twilight, this just wasn't a misinterpreted crush. Twilight blushes, “Uhehe, well… Hmm…” She didn’t really know quite how to handle all this, “Uhh, Scilight… Do you have any favorite areas of science? I was hoping to try to get to know you better…?” Comet Tail, on 18 Dec 2014 - 01:48 AM, said: Task accomplished: Hot Cocoa times three acquired. Now for the final phase of the operation: I take a sip of my own, then levitate over a second cup I had bought to just in front of her (careful to not have her crash into it in her focus) as I call; "Hey, there." I pause to smile and lift the second cup up to her in an offering gesture. "I got this for you. And one for Spike. Buuut I guess he's not coming? Oh, and I think I've got some extra room in my saddlebags if you need it for all that stationery..." She looks up from her book, but it takes a moment for her eyes to focus. When they do, she blushes briefly and snaps her book closed, before setting it away and levitating her hot chocolate in front of her, “Thanks. Spike couldn’t come, he’s been working on something for his special somepony. Shall we?” crisahys, on 18 Dec 2014 - 9:52 PM, said: Veiled Spike looks to her right finding Applejack sitting next to her. Veil said, "Hey Applejack! glad you found me and decide to watch the show with me!" Veil smiles a heavy grin and then looks at the stage to watch the rest of the show while eating the last bite of the first hot dog and took a sip of her own soda. “Not a problem. Now shh, they’re starting.” The pony Tunes sing their first set, and the curtains close for intermission. Applejack goes in search of some food, leaving you with a decision to make as to what next to do.

Scilight Paitanibu, on 27 Nov 2014 - 8:00 PM, said: @Nightwing "Well, Twilight, I am many things!" Replied Scilight cheerfully. "I am what you could call intelligent. I enjoy science. THere's many things about me that do not exist in different ponies, because I am me!" Scilight replied again, but slightly more (Zestily?). He twirled Twilight around, and he attempted to keep her up, and succeeded. He seemed to have no trouble compared to Twilight. I wonder why? Welp, I am just an omniscient roleplay narrator, so I guess I shouldn't know. Anyway, Scilight then said "Twilight, I am an earth pony of course. My interests are in the place of science, and engineering usually!" “That’s not a lot to go off, if we’re comparing interests,” she said with a laugh, “Surely you must relax. And science, even engineering, are broad fields. Is there no limit to the scope of your ambition, or do you choose to specialize in a particular segment of those topics?” Caroling Chikorita, on 27 Nov 2014 - 8:06 PM, said: Beta laughs at being called this. "Why yes, I am Beta, the Knight of Frosting. I shall save you my princess from the evil veggie monster using my frosting abilities." He pretends to fight a monster. "Oh yes, I've saved you my princess of fun and parties, how about a nice dance?" He holds out his hoof for Pinkie to take. “Oh, my good Sir Knight, however shalt I repay? I am but a poor princess who values the thrill of the dance. Oh, but surely I will dance with you, for there art no pony more worthy,” she giggles, taking your hoof. However, when you go to lead her out, she grabs your hoof and drags you onto the dance floor. The tune set to lively, though the floor was mostly devoid of the now-stuffed tasters, she spins around to face you and you know it’s time to go. Count Paradox, on 27 Nov 2014 - 11:17 PM, said: Noticing that Puff looked a bit down now, Dox did his best to manuver and hug her, even though he was still practically trapped in her fur. "Hey, its ok, Puff, don't be sad..." He looked around, then back at Ponyville. "I think we should head back and see if Twilight could help us out here... I'm sure you don't want me in your fur forever." She buzzes, pulling out a sign from her pocket dimension. You’re beginning to suspect that the signs may just magically create themselves when she needs to talk. “You can’t just climb out?” The sign, combined with her still-droopy demeanor, carried the weight of her sadness. The Shadow Stallion, on 27 Nov 2014 - 11:53 PM, said: "I believe I understand what you are saying. Though I am experienced in the world there is always more to learn, is there not?" Steelhide ended this with a laugh to lighten the mood a bit. "Now I believe we have a practice bout to commence then, eh?" Steelhide rolled his wings and neck in place, loosening his muscles a little and letting them relax. Steelhide was always taught that it was better to be relaxed in a fight then rigid and stiff. The constant strain added to the actual combat of remaining stiff and rigid would fatigue a soldier more quickly then if they would have been more relaxed. Luckily combat was something Steelhide was a bit of a natural in especially with his chosen weapons. Just as the would-be fight was about to start, Luna walked in. Fully dressed in battle armor and a small smile, she dragged a double-edge one-and-a-half-hoofed sword off the wall, “Peace, Weaponmaster. Allow me.” The sightless, pupilless, but vibrantly colored eyes of Night blinked once, before nodding and stepping back. “They say that warriors kiss by crossing blades…. good luck mate,” he whispers to you, before retreating behind a weapons rack. Comet Tail, on 03 Dec 2014 - 12:07 AM, said: (gobble gobble) Answers her... Personally!? Who am I getting in the train with!? This could be! - no, no, friend first, VIP second. You're NOT just going to know her for perks of knowing someone influential and important. She's way into astronomy, after all, and on a personal level, that's far more important than any office! "Righto, well, see ya at the station, then!" I head out with a skip in my step, galloping through the town as I head back home. The excitement is energizing like a gallon of concentrated coffee. I can't remember the last time I've been so excited about anything. This could be my big chance to prove myself to the scientific and astronomical community, too! Thoughts of anxiety and nervousness poke at the edges of my mind, but melt away to excitement and ambition. I'm gonna make stuff happen! However, unlike my nervousness, the cold does not melt away, and by the time I get to my house; I'm sure to pack warm! Scarf, saddlebags, my current book on astronomy (Gravity's Fatal Attraction: Black Holes in the Universe)... I pause at feeling the book's textbook-like cover and pages. She's going to think it's so nerdy that I read this for fun. This will be her next relationship compatibility test: How does she respond to this being my book of choice? I grin widely, and continue packing; sweater, jacket, wallet, another bag of bits, pencil, slide rule, pen and paper, a snack, canteen, cocoa mix, toiletries... I mentally double-check my checklist, don the jacket, socks and boots and warm headgear along with the scarf, and after seeing off my some-what-concerned parents, head to the station with the loaded saddlebags, looking for anywhere that might offer a quick hot cocoa on the way... You arrive at the station, cocoa in hoof, while standing in the baggage check line. You spot Twilight a few ponies down magically dragging 2 suitcases behind her while carrying a saddlebag so obviously stuffed with book and pencils that it’s evidence would spill out from time to time. In the same moment, she levitated a book in front of her, reading it. It was entitled ‘Physics and Magic: The How-To Guide of Magic in Space.” The thing was practically as thick as her hoof, and seemed to absorb the majority of her attention. Whatever wasn’t focoused on mataining the magical field picking up her pencils, that is. My little pwny, on 03 Dec 2014 - 5:55 PM, said: Pwny rarely lost control of his emotions, in fact, of the entire 2 years he was gone, he had only broken down once in tears. This was evidence to himself that deep down behind the professional persona Pwny put up, there was a sensitive, insecure stallion. Just stunned at the unexpected turn of events, Pwny couldn't help but smile, and let one small tear drop down. He couldn't even feel the slap that Twilight had given him, especially after they hugged. When Twilight exclaimed that he should never, ever do something like this again, Pwny couldn't help but agree with her. He did what had to be done... but was it worth the price? Pwny tried hard to keep his overwhelming flood of emotions at bay when he said, "Twilight... It's... how? ... " He was at a loss for words since he was trying to express three ideas at once. "There's so much I want to say right now. I don't know where to start." As Twilight was listening, she was nibbeling on the food she teleported in, probably trying to conceal her emotions as well. She listened intently to what little Pwny had to say, but in reality this whole moment was a blur to both parties. "I never forgot you during my travels... You certainly have been doing well for yourself lately.." said Pwny, while looking around at the room. "Before I tell you my report, can you tell me what you've been up to since I've been gone?" She whistles, “Pwny, it’s been so long…. After Cadence’ and Shinning’s wedding, we raised security on the kingdom… but….” She waves a hoof, “We’ve befriended Discord, defended the Crystal Empire against it’s ancient shadow emperor, I became an Alicorn,” she goes down the list hesitantly, face altering with the different events from distaste with Discord, to a mixed feeling with her alicornship, “We were invaded by Lord Tirec, an ancient Centaur-like entity who hates ponies. He blew up the treehouse, and my… uhh, my books.” She bites her lip, “We defeated him and, in an almost inexplicable fashion, the magic of friendship erected the Ponyville Crystal Treehouse. You have to see it Pwny. It’s incredible.”

Dusk raises his eyebrows, "I see many things, mate. However, I am technically blind. So, if you mean, did I see an intense amount of dark energy flood in, the withdraw, then yah. Could I make a good guess as to what it was? Yah. But somethings can only be taught through experience. So no, I saw nothing. Steady yourself. You'll need both halves of the coin to defend what you'd love."

(Happy Turkey Day!) Comet Tail, on 08 Nov 2014 - 11:55 PM, said: A wave of excitement runs over me, and only lasts a brief moment before melting into nervousness; "Oh! I, uh... Uhm... Well, do you think you can get ready in an hour? Not sure how much packing we'll need to do." I anxiously put one hoof over the other, as my ears go flat against my head again, "I mean, kinda short notice, and if you don't want to..." Wait... A major observatory in Canterlot! Don't let this slip! C'mon, Comet, live a little! I suddenly perk up, confidence immediately enters my voice; "I mean, yeah! I can be ready in an hour if you can! So if you're good, I am! I can just run back, grab a few essentials then meet you at the station..." Then, the adventurous spirit melts to make way for curiosity; "And why were you confused to get an answer from a secretary?" "(Oh, and cool mail system!)" I sneak in a quick aside to Spike. “Celestia’s never had a secretary before. Or, if she had…. well… She’s always answered me personally…” Twilight frowns a little in thought, before shaking her head. Spike gives you a quick thumbs up, as Twilight adds, “You’d better get a move on. The trains do not like to be held up!” She offers you a smile, waiting for some privacy to pack. Scilight Paitanibu, on 09 Nov 2014 - 1:43 PM, said: @NightWing Oh, that's okay. I might be able to teach you, after all, I took home economics back then! *I say that eagerly as we continue dancing, and after a few minutes, I lightly loosen the "Grip" on her hooves, and I start to dance alot differently. I slow my gait to... well... A slower one, as I dance more slowly, allowing her to catch up.* She bites her lip and does her best to follow, though she’s still pretty much all over your ankles. “So… uh, tell me about yourself.” She offers awkwardly, searching for conversation. ChikoritaBrony, on 09 Nov 2014 - 1:46 PM, said: Beta smiles and realizes that Pinkie hasn't really done much in this party besides stay in the back and make cupcakes. He then gets an idea. "Say Pinkie, the night's still young, and you've been working in the back for so long. How about we go on the dance floor and dance?" She grins, “Why, Beta! So forwardly formal of you to say! Especially since you’ve got a little something….” She brings her hoof and tries to brush something off your cheek, then blushes as she realizes she pretty much just straight up smeared your cheek with cupcake batter. Laughing, she does it to your other cheek, giving you warrior cupcake marks. “And I dub thee Sir Beta, Knight of the Frosting!” She giggles, “Maybe tomorrow we should do a medieval theme.” crisahys, on 09 Nov 2014 - 8:22 PM, said: Veiled Spike waves and says, "bye," to Big Mac and Applejack as she leaves with the picnic stuff. The next day, Veil makes it to the town hall before the show starts. She looks around to see if Applejack or Big Mac was there or not while going to the concession stand to grab a hot dog and soda pop. She then is finally able settle down on a perfect spot to see the show from. She figured to enjoy the wind blowing through her mane and relax before trying to look for Applejack. The initial music dims down a bit just as Applejack slides in next to you. The curtains separate to show the whole Pony Tones (including Fluttershy) standing before the audience. Fluttershy does look nervous up there, but not quite as bad as… say…. her debut. Regardless, Big Mac gives the beginning notes and the Pony Tones begin to sing. DJ Shy-3, on 10 Nov 2014 - 08:36 AM, said: Caramel think to himself over the offer. "If this place is anything like Manehatten, then I have no doubt that she is telling the truth. And why wouldn't she? She looks so honest and trustworthy and... pretty..." At that exact second, he realized he was staring and quickly looks away. "I guess I can't escape my anger no matter where I go..." "I... I guess that sounds fun. Yeah, I think I'd like to join your club." “That’s great!” She gives you a huge smile and starts bouncing around. Just as she’s about to deliver an excited speech, however, the nurse enters, looking a bit confused. Your choices - think fast and explain why you’re there, or think not-so fast and have Applebloom do the talking. Count Paradox, on 10 Nov 2014 - 09:11 AM, said: "Whew!" If Dox had his hooves free, he would have wiped sweat from his brow. "At least we're going someplace a lot safer." He looked up and saw Fluttershy standing in her garden. "Oh, um, hello, miss Shy!" He called out to her as they approached. "Sorry if we intrude, its just Puff was following a butterfly and I kinda got stuck in her fluff..." She blushes bashfully and waves, “Hello Mr. Dox. I hope you’re…. umm… successful in escaping… She very much enjoys snuggles.” Puff suddenly stops and looks excitedly at Fluttershy, who squees and bolts indoors. Now a little dejected, our favored pink confectionary pony could definitely use some lovin. My little pwny, on 18 Nov 2014 - 3:42 PM, said: The journey has ended. Pwny has done his duty to queen and country by completing reconnaissance on surrounding countries. It was no small task; 2 years prior, Pwny was requested personally by Princess Celestia to head up a unprecedented journey in order to investigate where queen chrysalis could have went, and if there are any other potential enemies Equestria could instead befriend, or if needs be, deter from becoming an enemy. Walking towards the Canterlot Castle's gate, Pwny approached the guards weary, tired, but also confident. "I'm here to see Princess Celestia. The mission she gave me is complete, and I'm here to be debriefed." "Wait here." Said the royal unicorn Guardsmen as he turned backwards through a false wall, created by magic. This is new, thought Pwny. He touched the false wall with his hoof, and it was as solid as it had appeared. I wonder who invented this spell? This didn't exist when I left... A couple minutes later, the Guardsmen came back the way he came, brushing into Pwny just a bit. "My apologies, Pwny. We didn't realize you were returning! The quest you were sent on was anticipated to take 6 months, yet, it has been 25 months since you've left! We counted you as a casualty!" 25 months?!? Thought Pwny. This doesn't add up... I thought I was only gone a year! "Things... got complicated. You may know this, but there was no way in communicating back to Equestria from where I was going. The mission required action, and that is why it took long than expected..." The guardsmen looked like he was processes the information. After a five second pause, he said, "You're clear to come in. Follow me." "Lead the way", replied Pwny. Both Stallions went through the false wall, this time letting Pwny pass without clipping him. The stoney hallway they entered through was obviously used for security purposes and emergencies, because it went under almost every important room in the Castle. It was lit by several dim torches in order to light the way. It was wide enough for hoof-traffic to go both ways, and tall enough for Princess Celestia to stand. For several moments there was no conversation between the two of them until they hit two right turns and a flight of stairs. The Guardsmen spoke up and said, "Princess Celestia would like to hear your report as soon as possible. However,..." he paused and stopped at the top of the stairs, "do you know anything that has happened in Equestria the past two years?" Looking up at him, Pwny responded, "Like I said, I have had no communication with this country from where I was located." "None at all? Not even whispers are rumors about changes in royalty?" Pwny thought to himself for a moment, then said, "There was a village I passed through on the way back just beyond Equestrian influence that mentioned to me that there was a new princess who knew Celestia pretty well previously. That's all the information I got though." "That new princess will be doing your debriefing. She personally requested to do so when we alerted the Castle of your presence. Celestia granted the request and you'll be seeing her shortly." "I waited two years apparently, I can wait two more days if needs be." "Follow me", said the Guardsmen again as he continued to walk forwards. A few minutes of walking later, he paused at what seemed like a very random part of the hallway. He turned to the wall, pounded the ground four times rhythmically, and a rotating door popped out of place. Another false wall. A lot less magic involved though. Pwny thought. Immediately past the door was a narrow staircase with a trap door at the roof. The guardsmen stopped and said, "Here's where we part ways. She's been waiting for you for a long time. Good luck on your report." The guard started to walk back the way they came when he lastly said, "Who knows, we may be seeing more of each other depending on how it goes." Before he was out of earshot, Pwny loudly spoke, "I never got your name!" The guardsmen replied, looking over his shoulder saying, "We'll probably cross paths again. Don't worry." Pwny stared at the armored pony walking away until he went down the staircase. He had no idea who this new princess was, but at this time, that's not what concerned him the most. During his entire journey, especially when times were the hardest, the one motivating thing that got him through it was his mare, Twilight Sparkle. They had a relationship for a few months prior to his assignment from Celestia, right when they were the closest to each other. It broke both their hearts for him to have to leave, but the assignment came in the wake of the attack on the Castle from Queen Chrysalis which made the importance of international exploration priority number one. He could remember the day he left like it was yesterday, and the moment he had to say goodbye to Twilight. He said, "Don't wait for me Twilight. Life is to short to expect you to not move on." "No, never! Remember, it's just six months! That's... that's nothing! Don't say stuff like that!" cried Twilight. Pwny sorrowfully said, "Celestia says it'll take six months, but we both know that something could hap...." *SLAP* "DON'T EVER SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" Yelled Twilight, slapping Pwny in the face. "Just leave! LEAVE ME! Celestia said you don't have to go! She said she would find someone else! But you insisted. YOU are leaving ME! Not ME leaving YOU!" "But Twilight... I lo..." "Just go. I don't want to hear it, Pwny." Despite that memory, Pwny's feelings for Twlight barely changed. He, himself, has changed quite a bit over the 25 months, but still anticipated meeting her once again. But first, he had to be debriefed by this 'new princess'. Pwny finally walked up the stairs, and opened the trap door to see a Purple Alicorn on the opposite side of a table..... "..........Twilight?!" With a flash, the purple alicorn teleported right in front of you, delivering one big hug. And then one big slap. “Don’t you ever, ever, do that to me again!” She hugs you again before backing off, smiling bashfully. Brushing some mane behind her ear so she can tuck her head to hide her blush, she adds, “You look untouched by time. The… umm… road treat you well?” You can tell by her face that she’s having a bit of a hard time dealing with her emotions. Reguardless, she sits you down at the table and magics in some light food. Not exactly a berry buffet, or a similar ornery dinner, but enough. Sitting across from you, she leans forward on her elbows to listen. Despite the wings, and the glittering crown sitting in the corner practically unworn, she seems the same. Sure, powerful princess, sure wings, but same spark in her eyes. Same affectionate presence… And yes, the same semi-uncertain, worried stare. HopeTheWanderer, on 19 Nov 2014 - 04:16 AM, said: Hope blushed slightly and took a small bite of his piece. "So, how did you end up here in Ponyville?" He asked. Hope couldn't help but be a little curious of where she came from. After all, few knew of Zecora's past. What if it was all too personal? "Forgive me, I...don't mean to pry." “It is a long story, particularly dull. Few have the patience to learn of my home. I will ask that you confirm your wish of this tale, for its length is encompasses all the details.” (Translation: How badly do you want me to make something up in poems? Because this could be exciting, but also particularly challenging. I’m not exactly Homer, but I’ll do my best )

Sayaa sat across from her. She set her cello down in the empty space next to her, having already moved the chair, and proceeded to wait for some form of menu. She already knew she'd be having soda, and since Shane knew someone here they probably served pizza, so she was anticipating a good meal in... semi-favorable company.

Sayaa grinned as she left the vehicle, giving Hikari a thumbs up. She slung her cello around her shoulders and moved to her side. She looked a little older, though it was probably because she wasn't holding a doll in her hands all the time. After all, dolls are for kids.

"Wings? Is there gunna be sauce... or are they just fried? Cause... if we're getting fried chicken, I'd like a drumstick," Saya mumbles. The whole time she doesn't look at Shane and hugs her cello protectively. Seeing as it's now her magic core... probably makes sense. Wouldn't want to litterally burn her batteries, now would we.

"Actually, this anomaly is something I've noticed recently. I... usually don't look at the moon, out of respect for Princess Luna... oh!" Spike lets out a burps of green fire and a letter materializes. Twilight reads aloud: Dear Twilight, Of course you may borrow one of our telescope facilities. You may access your old room at any time. Further, Princess Celestia would also like you to know that, if you get 'messy,' you are expected to clean it up in any way you can imagine. Have fuuuuuuuuuuuuun!~ Tangled Plot Celestial Secretary and Temp Part time night-life writer. Twilight looks confused, "Secretary?" Spike burps again: Dear Twilight, I've just been informed that this letter wasn't sent to you. Attached is a letter explaining my temporary placement. Sincerely, Tangled Plot. As Twilight reads the letter, she blushes more and more. "Ehem, I see. So, the next train is in an hour. We can either catch that, or wait until tomorrow. Up to you."

ChikoritaBrony, on 28 Oct 2014 - 10:47 AM, said: Beta agrees to these terms and grabs the food and goes out. He walks to the party and provides some entertainment well passing out the food. "Hey everypony, how would you like a laugh?" he does stuff like laugh in a funny voice and tell corny jokes like the pony and the doctor one. After that entertaining sequence, he goes back to Pinkie. "I sure entertained them Pinkie." She grins, batter covering her apron and bits of her face and hoof bumps you, “Alrighty! I think this party’s starting to wind down though. Ponies are really full, and I still have a lot of cupcakes…” She looks a bit at a loss, scratching a batter-ed hoof through her mane. Count Paradox, on 28 Oct 2014 - 11:26 AM, said: As she jumped down into the ravine, Dox screamed. "Aaaaaahhh!" But they didn't die. He was extremely surprised when they ended up bouncing up to the other side. He looked around to see where they were, and saw they were coming up to the edge of the Everfree. "Puff, you might wanna turn around, we dont wanna go in there!" He attempted to get out of her fluff, but found himself tangled in it. She ‘Pffts’ disbelieveingly and keeps bouncing after the flutterby. The flybutter did a 180 away from the everfree though, and floats towards Fluttershy’s house, where butfliers are safe. She bounces confidently after it. DJ Shy-3, on 28 Oct 2014 - 1:23 PM, said: At the mention of the nurse, Caramel's eyes widen, but no one notices. Much to his own confusion, he never liked the idea of going to the nurse. One of the things he was constantly made fun of at his old school was the reasons he went to the nurse. He hoped the there were no foals who would do that here, but he wouldn't know unless he got to class. As he overheard the bit about being late to class, he was upset as he thought to himself, "Great. My first day of school here and I'm gonna show up late. Also, did, Scootaloo she say the other's name was, really have to call me a newbie? I get she doesn't mean bad, but I still don't like it." "Yeah, I'm alright," Caramel said in response to Applebloom's question. ... Caramel is continuing to worry about class while Applebloom walks him to the nurse's office. It is a small school, so he didn't have much time to think. Since the nurse isn't in as Applebloom walks in with he on her back, he jumps off, remembering that his legs work, and says, "You know, you didn't have to do this, uh, Applebloom was it? I'm sure I could've just toughed it out. You didn't have to be late to class just to take me to the nurse..." “Naw, ‘s alright. Nurse Redheart’s fun tuh be ‘round an’ my schoolwork’s mostly good besides. Y’alright?” She looks you over, “Yah look good. ‘cept, you know, yer mark. Listen, ponies here’ll make fun o’ yuh fer that. We got uh group dedicated to findin’ our cutie marks an’, uh, we were talkin last night. We’d like yuh tuh join our club. If yuh want.” crisahys, on 28 Oct 2014 - 3:07 PM, said: "Sweet! Well I will definitely be there for sure." Veiled Spike packs up her stuff and looks at Big Mac and Applejack to see if they're finished. She stopped packing and asked, "Hey are you guys done with eating yet? No need to rush though. I noticed that it's getting dark anyway. I can't wait to see the rest of your friends performing though." Big Mac blushed and tucked his head against his chest, having finished and being slightly nervous. Applejack finished her apples off and stood,”We’re good. See ya t’morrow, sugar cube.” She winks at you and gets Big Mac to his feet. “Bye,” he says to your hooves, kicking his own around bashfully, before turning and lumbering off. “Have a good night, Veil. Thanks fer the food. And the company.” Applejack follows him back down the hill towards the barn. The Shadow Stallion, on 28 Oct 2014 - 3:30 PM, said: Steelhide was taken aback, but he didn't let his stance show it. He eyed Nightmare Moon. In his mind he felt that this might be a test of some sort, but he couldn't be too sure. He was pretty sure though. If Nightmare Moon could freeze Dusk, she might could have possibly frozen him as well, but why? He also couldn't help thinking that Nightmare Moon had been the alter-ego (more or less) of Princess Luna. He had sworn himself into Luna's service and he would not want to hurt her if this was indeed Nightmare Moon taking control of Luna. His head hurt with the logic and counterlogic so instead he chose to speak. "You are Nightmare Moon are you not? Why are you here, what have you done to Princess Luna, and why is my comrade frozen?" Steelhide asked in voice filled with a certain sort of authority. He was standing ready in case Nightmare Moon decided to make an attack and his eyes were narrowed at his potential opponent. She cackled, “Because he is not the one I want to talk to. You, young knight. You are new. At least to this place. But not knew to hardship.” She draws up behind you, disappearing as you turn. “You will have a choice, you know. There is a reason I exist.” The shadows close in around you, seemingly sealing you up like a cocoon. The night, it guides in firm fashion/those who would see through to passions/but also bites and stings in shades;/a darkness that blinds./The warrior of grey. Images appear in the darkness. Battles surge from it’s darkness, in which Luna fights with fervor and determination. But sometimes, the battles feature Nightmare Moon, with a cold, fierce determination and a patience only for victory. Sometimes, the backdrop were forests, fighting monsters. Sometimes, it was cobbled walls, crumbling ruins, and warn pathways. The funny thing about nightmares… ...Is that sometimes… …...They hold more truth than dreams. The darknes collapsed inwards, and suddenly everything was seemingly back to normal. HopeTheWanderer, on 28 Oct 2014 - 4:16 PM, said: *The mare slid an appetizer on the table, fresh bread before nodding and leaving. Hope took the first loaf and tore it into two equal pieces before offering one to Zecora, the exotic scent of the zebra caused his nostrils to flare.* "A mare like you...deserves only the best." *Hope mentally face-hoofed for using such a generic line. Now she was just going to think that he was just trying to get her into his bed, which wasn't true. He just hoped that he didn't really give the wrong impression.* She laughs, “A mare like me? I’m just like thee. Come, let us eat, there will be time later for words so sweet.” She smiles and takes the bread from you, tearing small pieces off to eat. IridscentNionios, on 29 Oct 2014 - 4:33 PM, said: @@NightWing,Eterochromic eyes, silver mane, and a guard's muscular stature. Those were some of the things that one could use to describe Ao the changeling, but the greatest of all was his behavior in front of the Queen of the changelings. "My Queen Miss Chrysalis! It's nice to finally meet you outside your chambers. I trust life has given you a moment of respite from your duties? How have you been doing? I do hope everything is okay! I would be glad to deal with any misfortune that might be nagging you!" Ao gently bowed before her before rising up again. He had been working to find an appropriate way to respond when such a moment that he would meet the Queen but it was all for naught. All he could do right now is try to be kind and see what it would get him. After that like any good changeling he would adapt. She smirks with humor, “Such a good child. Nothing troubles the Queen of the Changelings.” She then proceedes to pretty much ignore you as she quests for the map room to plot. Scilight Paitanibu, on 30 Oct 2014 - 9:03 PM, said: @NightWing Lets start with the dancing, shall we? *I place a radio on the table, and click a button on it, playing early Romantic periond music. Promptly afterwards, I forcibly grab your hooves, and I start elegantly dancing with you, as if I have done this before. Did I do this before?* “Woah!” she clumsily follows you, blushing, “I’m, uh… I’m not that great at… dancing.” She had, of course, read many books on the subject. It was that, well, reading and applying were to different things. I hope you prepared for some bruised hooves. IllusivePony, on 03 Nov 2014 - 2:21 PM, said: @@NightWing Ahaban soared above the clouds of Ponyville in his typical surveillance manner. He looked upon the peaceful town below, he felt in himself a need for satisfaction. Not simply by hard tension or relaxation but more of in the middle. A good work day but with lack of danger that he has become accustomed to. Sweet Apple Acres was about on the distance, a good old apple farm. That is close to nostalgia for himself. He smiled slightly under his shemag as he descended down to the gate pulling down his shemag and goggles searching about for anypony about. He was just in time to catch Applejack and Big Mac headed home from their picnic. They don’t really notice him though, as they’re headed in practically the opposite direction.

Sayaa carefully get into the back seat with her cello, protectively buckling it in even though she knows it'll probably do absolutely no good in protecting it, before buckling herself in next to it. "Say heyo to Misha for me. Hope he had his fun." She digs through her pockets and snags her phone, playing a rythm game.

What is schedule precious? ChikoritaBrony, on 07 Oct 2014 - 08:12 AM, said: Beta looks at the party. "Say Pinkie, if you want I can help you keep the party going. It's the best I can offer for a beautiful mare like your self. Plus, it's the best I can repay for nearly ruining the cupcakes. He then finds some party supplies like a clown suit and puts it on. "Hey Pinkie why did I go to the doctor. I was a little hoarse!" She starts blushing, but giggles uncontrollably at your joke. When she finally calms down, she nods at you, "Alright. What is there to do... well... you could take the next batch out! And there's no such thing as a ruined cupcake." She offers a grin and turns back to her cupcakes. HopeTheWanderer, on 08 Oct 2014 - 02:55 AM, said: *Hope smiles and leads the zebra to the cafe and the stallion found it very hard to look straight ahead, as every moment he was tempted to get lost in Zecora's lovely turquoise eyes, but he knew there would be plenty of that later. As they reached Flowers and Snacks and set down at a table. Hope was still nervous, and it showed. As a mare came up to take their orders, the young stallion exhaled slowly, calming himself.* "I suppose I'll have a Romaine salad." He told the waitress, who then looked over to the Zebra. Hope glanced at her and that calmed him a bit. "That dish does sound rather tame/I think I too will have the same. And as for something for which to drink/Some water would be nice, I think." She winks at him and smiles at the waiter. DJ Shy-3, on 08 Oct 2014 - 10:30 AM, said: (I want to be in their class, but not until the next day.) "My name is Caramel", he says right before the bell rang. As the trio goes to the school, he thinks to himself as he walks away, I hope I'm in the same class as those three. They seem fun. Especially that yellow earth pony. What was her name, Applebloom? I think that was it. Either that or the white one's name, though I don't think a fashion pony like Rarity would have a sister named about apples... -later that night- Caramel is sitting at the dinner table, eating spaghetti. "So, Caramel," said his father, "How was your day?" "Oh, I made some new friends, I think. I never got their names, but I think they are nice." "That's wonderful!" Said Caramel's mother, "It's so good to see you trying to make a change for the better compared to your last home. So... did you meet any girls?" "M-Mom!" Caramel is blushing bright red. "I-if you must know, the friends I made were three girls." "Oh," said his dad, "Becoming a ladies stallion, I see..." Blushing harder, Caramel said, "D-dad!" -Later still that night- "Good night, darling," His mother says as she kisses his forehead. "Sweet dreams" As Carmel lays in bed, he can't sleep. He is tossing and turning and all he can think about is the yellow furred, red maned filly. I don't know why, but I just can't get that filly out of my mind. I mean, sure she is a little pretty and she has that cute accent and the way her orange eyes sparkle... He shakes his head. ​I gotta get to sleep. Tomorrow is my first day of school here in ponyville. I can't keep thinking about that filly... After awhile, he finally gets to sleep. -in his dream- Caramel is running through a field of roses. To his side is his special somepony, Applebloom. He always feel so happy when she is around. Then, to his surprise, the sky turns a blood red and the field of roses turns black and crooked. He is scared, for some reason. He goes to hold Appleblooms hand, when, to his surprise again, she starts spewing insults. "Why would I hold the hand of someone like you? *insert heartbreaking insult here* Why should I want to be with a worthless blank flank like you." He is trembling. He doesn't know why any of this is happening, but he think to himself, I can't just let this, this -swear word- say these things about me! He has never felt so much rage in his life. He goes to hit her, but right before he can make contact, he wakes up. -the next morning- "AH!" He yells as he wakes up. "Sweetie, are you alright?" His mom is in front of his room, about to wake him up. "Y-yeah, mom, just a nightmare." "Okay, well, it is time to get up anyways. Go take your shower" As Caramel is in the shower, letting the warm water run all over him, he thinks to himself, That... I don't know what to make of that dream. Or was it a nightmare? I haven't the slightest clue. As he walks up to the school house, he stops in front of the doors. Okay, first day. Gotta make a good impression. As he is about to go through the doors, he is run over by almost everypony entering the school. He is still on the ground when either a purple furred mare with some flowers with faces for a cutie mark or the yellow furred, red maned filly sees him on the ground. While the yellow one sees him first, the orange one is faster to get there. Helping him up, she remarks, "Jerks. Don't even have the courage to help you." "Y'all alright?" Applebloom carefully turns your head with a hoof and cringed a bit at the bruise., "We should take 'um to the nurse." "But then we'll be late to class. And if Scootaloo's late to class again-" Scootaloo cuts her off, "Not in front of the newbie!" Applebloom picks you up, carrying you on her back. It would seem she shares her sister's strength, "Y'all get to class. I'll bring him to the nurse." The two other fillies exchange a look, but nod and relent as she takes you to the nurse. Count Paradox, on 09 Oct 2014 - 09:55 AM, said: As she chased the butterfly, Dox felt as though he was about to fall off Fluff. But it seemed that, every time he would get close to falling off, her fur would hold him in place. "Uh, Fluff, where are we going?" He looked up and saw that she had chased the butterfly to the outskirts of ponyville. She blissfully continues to bound after the butterfly, making sounds pointing at it. Suddenly, she drops, eyes closed, down a ravine and- -Bounces right back up on the other side to chase the butterfly. What mind-bending, physical, cotton candy have you proposed yourself too? O.o The Shadow Stallion, on 09 Oct 2014 - 6:20 PM, said: Steelhide nods at Dusk. "First day on the job, being killed or killing somepony else does not look good on a job performance." Steelhide chuckled. "This reminds me of my days in the barracks." Steelhide placed a tag on his shield and sword. He knew the shield wasn't necessarily sharp, but he knew how to properly use the shield offensively. He watched the magic field surround the two weapons. He picked up the sword and gave it a few swings to make the magic hadn't done anything to the weight of the blade and found that it had not. "I am ready when you are Dusk." Steelhide said. His adversary was gone. Then again, so was the room. You could’ve sworn- but, everything fades back into play as the darkness that had consumed everything disperses only slightly. Dusk looks to be readying himself. Or he would be, if he wasn’t frozen in time. And dark, haunting chuckling comes from the door as black fog rolls in. In steps the Nightmare Herself, Nightmare Moon. What is your duty, Steelhide? Scilight Paitanibu, on 12 Oct 2014 - 1:23 PM, said: @NightWing Welcome, Twilight! Hopefully my telescope should suffice. *trots over to telescope, readjusts it a bit* There. Also, I sort of collect books. *trots over to a bookshelf full of science-fiction and historical fiction books* So, what do you have in mind? I was thinking about reading, observing planets, and stars, and also sampling TechQuestrian cheese... *holds up a plate with some cheese, places it on the table* She shrugs, “I could do any and all of those things. It’s your house, and your plans.” She offers a shrug and a smile. If only it were also her heart, right? Oh, the things that must be earned in life... crisahys, on 12 Oct 2014 - 4:34 PM, said: Veiled Spike checks the schedule for any events that would interrupt the Pony Tunes concert. She has free reign on that day. She replies, "Absolutely yes! I would like to go to see the Pony Tunes sing. Where is it going to be and what time? What items would I need to gather to go to the event? Do you have any friends coming too? I would like to meet them!" She bounces excitingly as if there was going to be a parade or celebration. Big Mac facehoofs and mumbles under his breath, “Pony Tones.” Louder, he says, “It’s s’posed to be at the town hall, to commemorate the ceiling’s repair and the town hall’s renovation. It’d be ‘bout an hour after we get done kickin’... so… probably six?” Applejack interjects, “My friends’ll all be there tuh support Rarity, but mosta Mac’s friends work travelin’ labor jobs. They won’t be back till th’ end of the week. Cousin Braeburn might be in town by then though.” Comet Tail, on 15 Oct 2014 - 12:02 AM, said: "Ooh." I lift my gaze from the telescope to turn to her. "That sounds!-..." I lean forward, once again like a puppy ready to pounce and play as excitement pours of me, then I stop, and the excitement is replaced with visible nervousness. "Dangerous. I, uhh..." I look at the ground uneasily, then back at her, "I think we should at least try to figure out what the structure is first, perhaps with a larger telescope? I know there's some enormous observatories in Canterlot, and being up so high they get to see through a lot of the atmosphere, too. If you can get permission for a trip to the moon for research, then perhaps you could get some time on one of those observatories? You're stuck with me, though, I want in on this, so ya gotta tell me if you get some time on it ... " A grin comes over my face. "And you must have some pretty darn nice connections if you can get a trip to the moon! That would be... Quite spectacular..." I stash away the little slap I got in my mind to bring up at another time. As for now, I'm too interested to hear what she has to say about getting a powerful observatory focused on the moon, first, and her connections, to interrupt the flow of the conversation with her swat. (Where did she swat me again? O.o Also; Canterlot observatory is visible in my profile pic XP ) (On your flank mate. Closest thing to her, and pretty much the equivalent of your shoulder. Of course, it was meant to be mindlessly suggestive.) She nods, “I could probably make that work. Spike, take a letter.” The dragon, who had been relaxing in a corner, eagerly gathers the supplies and sits at a desk. “Dear Princess Celestia, I have discovered an anomaly on the moon that is very curious. I would like to study it further. May I borrow one of the telescopes in Canterlot for a day? And any books on the subject? Also, there’s a friend who is similarly interested. He would also need to go. Your Student, Twilight Sparkle.’ Spike sends the letter and gives her a thumbs up.

"My death-spell aria. I was taught magic from instrumentation. Effort to save money. My parents wanted me to do Arhu, but western instruments are so much... richer. In my opinion of course." She was starting to tap a pattern on her hip with her left hand while glaring in her current nemesis's direction. Every now and again she slightly shake her no. "Maybe... chicken?" she muttered to herself. "So now what? I really only go shopping for food anymore. And, you know, ear buds."

"Ni bushi ren. Ni shi he? Wo bugei ni shui yidian. Ni hele ma? Wo bugei ni hefan. Ni sile. Si le ben buren!" she said, in the most monotone, low, threatening voice possible. She flicked both her wrists as if conducting, and the charred battered remains of the cellos levitate. Salvageable parts gravitated towards her as she searched the shop. Finding the glue she was looking for, she began putting it together. Block levitated next to her and, when she was ready, she took the poor doll apart. Inside, a small, exactly proportioned cylinder of wood was pulled. Instantly, the doll fell apart. The cylinder swirled with mana, her dual types coloring the energy its pale green and dark purple. She set it up in the cello and carefully set the face over the new sound post. It shimmered and rippled, becoming a new-looking instrument. Wordlessly, she grabbed a hard case and stood next to Hikari, along with her new cello. "We should leave before I curse the ground he walks on."