Octavia's Bow

Of course there's a spot. I might actually work on these tonight while I can't sleep.

There suddenly came a knock on the door. "Hey Charles, I think my shoulder's stopped hurting. You gotta minute to practice some more? Before the sun comes up?" Sam leaned against the far wall. Being in the guy's corridor felt weird. She had drank through a whole other can of pop, and was no bored. She did not, however, want to go to bed yet. "I mean, I know you're not nocturnal. You're probably really tired. But I could use... the practice."

Well, if you hold sentimental value with your armor there's a huge con.

Well, you're being offered a job. A job that gives you armor and authority during the night. Mostly because I want to connect you to the night somehow. So, you would be reviving a sect of the Lunar guard that's much more upfront, and rank and file. And becoming a captain of the guard. Cool?

2, though you're near the door between cars in my head cannon.

I remembered that wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy to late Paradox.

It was a thing Page did with Vinyl a longer time ago. Like maybe last year. I remembered who it was wrong, because you obviously started with the Daring Doo. Also, Lil' Strongheart is pro'lly not our best pick for candidates. Just heads up. Cutie though.

Yay! We'll try to get it done in time.

I dunno. LOOK! A POST! *Flees*

ChikoritaBrony, on 05 Apr 2015 - 2:32 PM, said: Beta smiles and has a moment of glee that he's going to spend more time with Pinkie Pie. He knew he had to make it the greatest night of her life. He decided to ask her what she wanted to do first. "So Pinkie, what do you want to do first on this lovely night of fun?" “It’s your date silly!” she giggles, leaning against you slightly, “Aren’t you s’pposed to plan it? Hmm, lets see…. I like ballons and bubbles and smiles and cupcakes and movies and, Ohhh! Ice cream! And…” *She continues listing of things she likes. Count Paradox, on 05 Apr 2015 - 3:01 PM, said: Dox laughs a bit, seeing as Puff seemed to be relatively ok. "You alright there, Puff? I think you caught a bugg in your fur." He moved around her to see Chryssi sticking out. "You need some help there, Chryssi?" Cryssi spitts fur out of her mouth and glares at you, though Puff is oblivious and pink and fluffy. And loves to hug. She’s got that gleam in her eyes, and you have a feeling you know what sign she’s pulling out of her fur. Might be a good idea to... Surprised, Psych's eyebrows raised. "Uhm, well..." He seriously never thought he would ever get this far. "How about later tonight at 9:00? After you've had time to settle after your concert?" Not realising she was mere inches away, he stared forward, a bit of confusion in his eyes, he said, "Uh, sure, what would you need me to do?" She closed her eyes and kissed him softly on the lips, holding him there for a moment before breaking it. “See you after nine, Psych.” Flicking your nose with her tail tip, she leaves you there to think about what just happened, though the door is now open so you might not to think too long. What with your lack of backstage pass and all. Might not have a great time with the bouncers. Then again, you ARE blind. There’s a couple of acceptable excuses for you. crisahys, on 05 Apr 2015 - 4:43 PM, said: Veil, understanding and respecting Applejack's wishes, replied, "I have some back up artwork that won't make you cringe too much. I told my crew to come and get it. The venue I'm using is pretty huge even though I am only using a half of it. The other 1/4th of the venue will be used for art storage and promotion offices and the remaining 1/4th will be used for hospitality and that's also where my dressing room is located. If the show is over, is it possible for you to check if Big Mac will be available for this discussion?" “Ah think he is,” she says. The big stallion lumbered over slowly, tucking his head a bit and blushing in his suit. He stood there kinda awkwardly. His low voice came out strong enough though, “Hi.” Orion Caelum, on 05 Apr 2015 - 5:11 PM, said: (I think I'll have it a competition between Steelhide and Wilhelm. It should be quite entertaining, and let me test my romance skills for real.) Wilhelm, meanwhile, was getting ready for the picnic thing. He honestly couldn't tell what he was thinking, with that letter, but he had...liked...the princess for a long time, and it was best for him to simply admit his feelings. He took a deep breath and finished arranging the blanket at exactly the right angle and positioning the telescope; a elegant tube of brass and crystal on a tripod, with a specially-enchanted focusing Crystal at the end. He stepped back, admiring the tableau and the sunset, and allowed himself a slight smile. Luna flew down seemingly from the moon and landed at the edge of your blanket. She gives you a small, but awkward smile. “Hello, Wilhem. How is thi- your stars tonight.” You notice, for the briefest moment, that her horn lights up and a new star appears a little above the horizon. She probably forgot one. “I could not help but notice that your correspondence was rather… worn. Art thou… Are you well?” (Note. Your relationships are happening at the same time. Your dates are usually not going to be) HopeTheWanderer, on 06 Apr 2015 - 7:13 PM, said: Hope blushed as well and gave her a nuzzle. "I-if you don;t mind company, I would gladly escort you back to your home." He explained. The unicorn instinctively stopped himself from tapping his hooves nervously in anticipation, only then deciding to stand. “If that is your wish, I do not mind. Perhaps you will choose to stay in kind,” she winks a bit, though you detect a faint blush. She stands to leave, “Now is a good time to away, or you may have to stay the day.” She smiles a bit at that thought, though the warning is clear: The Everfree is a dangerous place, not to be taken lightly. If you stay to long, her home would be the best place to be. The Shadow Stallion, on 06 Apr 2015 - 8:26 PM, said: Steelhide looked at Dusk, he had turned a slight red shade at the realization that Dusk had been watching the entire encounter. He decided to try and change the subject off the last bit of the 'fight'. "I fight with honor. It is not in my training or nature to use dirty tricks to win fights. I don't need to rely on dirty tricks to win. If my strength fails, my Willpower will take its place." Steelhide responded. "Er... My apologies for ranting. So, what are we to do now and er... umm where is Princess Luna?" Steelhide asked tentatively. He knew she would have royal duties to attend to. (Dusk is technically blind) “Is it not night, knight?” Dusk circles you a bit, seeming to gaze through you. After a moment, he nods, “Yes… knight. That is the proper term. Hold this, please.” He hands you a chess piece. Depending on how formal your court manners are, you may know that it is the knight chess piece. However, as you try to take it from him, he holds onto it tight, “A warning. This is magic. Your equipment will change. It will be considerably more… nightly. But still Knightly. Err, you know what I mean. It should help you in whatever capacity you need it to. And if you will swear to this honor, I will not train you different. But know that the world you are getting into does not share your vision, nor has your style of dance been seen in this stage for a long, long time. You may meet ponies whose very existence will confuse or even anger you. It is important that you respect them, and if this is truly what you wish, stay yourself. Oh, and I must also warn you; in the past I have heard complaints of the weight, Captain.” You realize he didn’t really answer your questions about Luna. You also have the nagging feeling that this pony is very, very old. Though he would not seem it. It’s time to make a choice. Comet Tail, on 08 Apr 2015 - 10:18 PM, said: (It is to my horror and shame that I was not one of the first to reply! >.< ) I freeze and my pupils shrink - for a brief but terrified moment, I worry that I've done this to her on accident somehow. Given an entire second to think, though, my mind registers what is actually happening, and I relax. I put my front hooves out in a hug around her as my ears flop back, and after another moment of hesitation, join in the kiss with a passion that completely surprises me, and quickly lose myself in the bliss with a happy, humming chuckle. (If this continues for more than a good ten seconds, though, I would try gently cutting it off, and sit next to her instead of across from her.) (I also have some dialogue in store, but I wouldn't cut her off so I'm waiting for a moment to speak where I wouldn't have to roleplay her to do it (ie, have her finish up) ) (A wise decision that I very much so appreciate) It lasts for a while, before she breaks it, and blushes. She plays with her mane awkwardly, before looking at the landscape pass her by. The train seems to be passing through a desert tthough: not much to look at. You notice she’s blushing hard. Lordav, on 21 Apr 2015 - 2:28 PM, said: @@Octavia's Bow The Sun was slowly going down, the park was neither crowded nor empty, just about average. A small breeze blew, making the tree leaves rattle a bit. As he walked he took glances at Sunset, he still couldnt believe she was there... It must’ve been a dream. Ok, now it was time to initiate conversation, he thought, but about what... "Ummm, if i could ask... How are you so good at magic?" Oh, dammit, that was stupid, nevertheless what was said, is said. She blushes and looks at you for a second, “Oh, you know. Pretty good. I studied under Celestia for a while. I especially like fire magic. The showy ones are cool. You know, phoenix imitations and stuff.” She continues walking until you’re a bit into the park, before pausing to look around. She gives you an easy-going smile, “So, we’re ummm, here.” @@Lordav, @@Comet Tail, @@The Shadow Stallion, @@Orion Caelum, @@HopeTheWanderer, @@crisahys, @@Count Paradox, @,

Ummm, ummmm.... HOW'S THAT EYEPATCH? (Tonight. I'm working on them now.)

No, now life is riding a bullet train and I have no way to get off. This ride last forever.

Doubt it. Though, maybe gone from this whole thing.

Hmmm, nopony's dating Scratch, and I did watch Scott Pilgrim. (Bought it and watched it on the phone. Unfortunately, the hype ruined the experience for me and I just kinda... Well, it was a good movie, but it wasn't the god tier it was made out to me by my irl friends.) Nopony is dating Lyra, Colgate, BonBon, Derpy, Cheerilee, Aloe or Lotus (spppppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas. <3) Any of the Pies that aren't Pinkie... it's a long list. Who were you thinking about a month ago? The Doc is open. Stallion wise, we have the board. Shinning Armor, Big Mac, Braeburn, Soarin, Thunderlane, Doctor Hooves, it keeps going. Also, I watched some Doctor Who with my mom. The one with the Fez. Still not very fluent, but it should be better!!!!! Me too! I graduated~ I am now... A Highschool Graduate! *LoZ Treasure Music plays* And believe me, replies are on the way. I have every intention of making them tomorrow. BIG NEWS I have a diploma. We're not dead. As is my custom, hibernation is now over and WE ARE BACK! AND I HAVE MORE TIME! #highschoolisover Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~ Ask me Anypony on a Date? (Graduated highschool and still can't spell. >.(\'

Sam, who had been waiting on the couch, looked up and waved as all of her team mates distractedly left to go do anything other than communicate with her. With a semi-disappointed sigh, she sat back down and sipped at her soda, playing an Astronomy game on her tablet that was essentially name or locate this constellation or that one. She had been surprised by the lack of repercussions her use of AREA tech and magic in shady parts of LA to catch those muggers earlier. But she had similarly found that the boredom of being alone in a military base was a punishment in itself.

Quick question: A friend and I were thinking of writing together. Is that allowed?

Sam went to the bar and paid for a light drink. After chatting around pretty much nothing, she decided to return to base and sleep for a while. Maybe do some meditation and learn a trick or two. That was, her master said, the longest and most rewarding way to do magic.

Sam shrugs away the explination, "Can't blame you. The robes itch." She scans the room lightly, and bites a lip. "If you don't mind, I think I'll follow you. I have a feeling I may need... a boost, if you know what I mean. It's been a long night." She offers a shallow smile, but it was clear that she was uncomfortable. And quite frankly, more comfortable around the Necromancer than a vampire who just said she smelled good.

Same subtly use magic to change her clothes into a buisness-casual look. "He's a bit out of it," she apologizes to Tally. "My name's Sam. All of us here are co-workers at a private facility out of town. We specialize in training experienced fighters into... well, you know... better ones. We also double as a private investigation firm, for field experience and profit management. The exception of that of me: I tend to push papers and apparently smell delicious." She frowns at Mason. "Pleasure to meet you Miss Tally." She reaches to shake the bartender's hands, "Word is you just got out of an aweful assult and battery situation. It's surprising to see such victims still keeping cool. Color me impressed: I would personally be at home in my sheets with the doors locked. Would you care to leave a statement? I can pass it along to the police, or my boss, or apparently Masun."

Sam sat down at the table as Charles left. "Okay. Now I'm curious as to what I smell like. But your prior question first: I had the unfortunate... pleasure of running into a gang of people after my head. It ended well for no-one." She crossed her arms and leaned back.

Sam, who had now come back with some bar food, decided it appropriate to speak up, "I'm assuming that's the Tally or Tammy chick the bar was hushedly talking about. Masun, I don't like it: I personally like being more than carbon. Witches get burned when the Hunters come to town. Regardless of where the got their 'sacred' silver." She grimaces and moves a fraction of an inch to the left. More moonlight in that spot.

"There was a race for drinks at the bar here. I ran into a spot of bother," she mumbles, "If I don't get food soon, I'll pro'lly pass out. So, Croc Dunders, care to help a lady to the table?" The obvious amounts of sarcasm spawned from the irritation in the name calling. "Also, I'm sure we'll get a call from AREA for misuse of equipment."

"You might," she groans, looking at him, "We met earlier. However, I have no idea what your memory's like. Sam?" She leans against the wall, looking pretty tired despite it being the dead middle of night. To much magic use, gotta get some food and keep it down "You say something about food? I'm all for it."

Sam collects magic in her hands, balling it, before tossing its blue-silver sheen into the floor. Instantly a circle of symbols and geometric figure swirled at her feet. Faster and faster they swirled, as she tried to keep the image of the casino in mind. In an instant, she was gone. Suddenly, she appeared right in front of the Casino- -'s side alley, where there was currently a shakedown in progress. Which was interrupted by a bright blue flash and a young adult appearing to have caused said flash. And three now-angry beaters laying down their previous payday. Damn it. I knew this would be the worst idea. And- f#$%- this isn't even the right casino! She took another look at the thugs in the alley, who were advancing on her. Then she looked at the man they had been beating. His was broken, battered. Not well-off, and not native. She felt a familiar rage boiling within her blood: Injustice, unfair, bully-like violence. Her eyes began to streak off her magic, glowing the solid silvery-blue in a menacing, demon-like fashion. The thugs began second-guessing their advance, now backing away and muttering things like 'witch' and 'sorcery'. Long has the power of the moon been shunned. Long has it lurked in the shadows. At these thoughts, the dark alleyway's shdows began to bend, hiding the broken man from sight while teasingly bending away from the thugs that would hide. And long have these shadows gathered, hiding secrets, tears, and love. But they would not hide from the moon. Lances of silvered moonlight fall around the would-be attackers, bending and shapping into a cage that solidifies. Pure, solid silver, though much, much stronger than what silver should be. A door and lock forms in towards the street-side for the casino, a key glimmering just out of reach. The shadows returned to normal as she approached the cage, "You are under arrest for assault and attempted assault of a United States federal officer. Anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attourney and a fair, speedy public trial." From her robes, she pulls a small, metallic ball and pushes a button. The ball begins glowing, a beacon that would send a signal back to the Area base. She doubted they'd enjoy this chore-like routine or use of equipment. And she expected a good scolding for 'power misuse'. She found it rather hard to care as she burned a silvery illusion into the side of a wall, listing the charges and complete Miranda rights into the side of a wall. The beacon also doubled as a listening device, so anything they said would be used against them. She went to the man the thugs had been beating on and sighed. His face was badly deformed, lips cut. Probable broken nose, possible skull fracture. She shot Masun a text, the number of which she had to look up from the staff directory. Got way-laid in a back alley. Gunna be late. Pick cheap drinks, I don't get to keep the money I make. That completed, she knelt beside the near-unconscious man and gently laid a hand across his head. "This is going to feel really cold. It may also burn a bit. I'm sorry for that, if you can hear me." She floods his body with magic, healing anything critical, or injuries that would lead to permanent damage. This included two broken ribs, a small fracture in the back of the skull, three shattered fingers, and the facial swelling. That completed, she teleported with him to a hospital- -in her midwestern hometown. She was quickly becoming tired, and failed to realize this. It didn't help that, it being ten years, nobody would recognize her. She checked the guy into a room, being assured that he would be taken care of, and walked to a remote location. That whole process had taken about 16 minutes. Trying to focus, she brought back up the image of the bar Masun described and concentrated hard. In what was the most sluggish teleport a mage has ever performed, she found herself in front of the right casino two minutes later. On her knees, shaking weakly and trying not to vomit. She fit right in.