Pencil J. Doodle

I love RPing, now i love it even more... *Brony badge, here i come *

There's nothing wrong with knowing the mane 6, just as long as you don't make up stupid things like you're in a relationship with them or that they're your sisters or something... wait... *Checks Pencil Doodle's character log*... erm... Allow me to justify this. Pencil only has a crush on Twilight, they are in no way going out with each other. As i said, she doesn't even know about his feelings to her. Where was i? Oh yes. Well, if you really do have a 'special connection', don't make i overly unrealistic or stupid

Pencil Doodle slowly began to wake up; it had been several hours since he fell asleep and all his negative emotions didn't help him rest. He was still cradling Twilight's photograph in his arms, like how a child cradles a soft toy. As his eyes began to open, he revealed them to be heavily bloodshot from crying. Rarely had Pencil been in such a pathetic state. After moving his head around for a few moments trying to click his neck, Pencil Noticed a little folded piece of paper. It was never there before, and the library is way too organized for stuff to appear out of nowhere like that. Despite the fact that Pencil was in no mood to talk, he opened up the note and read it. It was a note from Cloud Dreamer: "Dear Pencil, I know how hard it is for you to be without your loved one. Twilight was like a second mom to me, there for me before this happened. If I- or anyone else- finds out where she is, I will personally volunteer to go on that venture with you. I hope you will understand. I feel as if I haven't been truly loved since I have been subjected to Chrysalis's experiments, the reason I am with the dark power you see me with now... Signed, Cloud Dreamer. Pencil felt... strange. He had never really socialized with Cloud before, he felt that he wouldn't care. But this message had so much depth for Pencil, it showed that someone shared his pain and cares for him. Plus someone who said that they'd help him save Twilight if it isn't too late. Pencil dried his tears, and for once, put on a natural smile. Things were finally looking up for Pencil. He got back into the elevator, not caring were he'd end up next. It was a brand new day for him

Ah great, i was hoping you'd do that

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Hey No.1, would you mind telling me what is on that note so i could read it to everyone? or should i just make up what i think it would say?

Alright then, here i am:

Try not to kill anyone TOO important to the story. And no friendly fire (unless the person survives), no one likes a Hulk (wow, i sound like my mother) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Woah, i need to tone down my emotions a tiny bit...

Pencil was standing in the elevator. He was tired and wanted to sleep; but going to his room was not the biggest thing on his mind. It appeared to you could create rooms and places from your imagination and memory, it must be linked to the universal time vortex or something? It seemed complicated... Pencil thought it through, he knew where he wanted to go... "Take me to Twilight Sparkles house" And in a whiz, the machine was traveling again at what seemed to be light speed; Pencil could see the brown in his coat fade away as it appeared to be traveling slower than the rest of him. But suddenly, he came to a stop, and all the colours caught up with him again. When he opened the door, what stood before him made his heart weaken: An exact replica of Twilight's library. He began to snoop around. He had only ever been in here once and never even got to look around properly. Or to even tell Twilight how he felt about her when he had the chance. For all he knew she could be dead by now, and this mere image of what used to be her home would be all he had to remember her by. The sight of each book almost brought a tear to Pencils eye, and the feel of the wooden floorboards under his hoofs made his knees shake in sorrow. But the next sight would be the lowest point where he could sink: Twilight's photograph. It was suspended against the wall in a bronze frame. It was taken presumably a few weeks before the invasion, she was smiling, smiling as if everything would be Ok forever. Pencil reached out his hoof to stroke her beautiful mane, only to be stopped by the glass screen. Instead he just removed to photo from the wall, and cuddled with it on the sofa. He was curled into a ball, holding the photograph as if it were a part of his body. At that he tried to go to sleep, still with wet cheeks from where tears had managed to escape

Granted, but you stole them from a police officer and you are now in a car chase i wish i knew everything

Pencil look back over to Ivy and put on his 'murderers smile' "that'a girl" He then turned his head sharply to face everyone else in the group "Anyone else in?"

Pencil looked like he was trying to smile, but to no avail "Good idea Cloud, basic, but good" He jumped off of his seat and started to trot around the room, gently stroking everyponies chin as he went along. "However, we'll need to expand on it greatly. The changelings have some of the best warriors on the face of this world, and it's not like they're going to give us their major food supply, is it?" He then approached Cloud, and looked him in the eye in an almost threatening manor. "we'll have to train day and night for a raid like this, and probably even have to prepare for multiple casualties"

Ok, i still missed the fact that the meeting has been called, so i'm just going to cheaply appear out of nowhere

Granted, your stomach has disappeared. I wish i could go back in time and replace that 'a' with an 'i'

"Keep in mind all these objectives will be heavily guarded" No one noticed that Pencil was in the room, it was as if he had just sneaked in through the shadows "We're going to need an offensive team in case we need to clear out large groups of foes, or at least some shape changers or spies who would be able to get past the guards un-noticed" "Any one willing to volunteer?"

Granted, but you're paralyzed from the waist down I wish a wasn't crying...

Need i say more?

I'm pretty sure my OC can do that too Why can't everyone be as creative and not-over-the-top as you?

Don't worry, my OC is an "elite serial killer" with extremely powerful mental skills (including magic) and a mental state similar to an evil messiah. Also, he's killed Alicorns before. Your overpowered state is more or less equal to mine

It's a doctor who RP, so it can regenerate... 13+ times in fact. But seriously, tis' going slowly

... Ok, screw it, i'm lost