Hazard Time

Hi everyone, just checking back in.  Started on a new diet and so far it's been working out excellent for me.  Not ready to get back into this quite yet, though I did want to share some new art I commissioned!

@Randimaxis

As someone who listens to Audible a lot, I'm very impressed!  The audio quality is really crisp, your reading is practiced, and your voice acting is practiced and has a really good range!

@Blitz Boom

@Randimaxisand I actually discussed this in private.  After today's posting, I will be relinquishing control of my OCs temporarily to him, and I'll simply be here to answer questions.  If I ever get the muse back, I'll make my return, and if Randi decides to delegate out roles, then I am okay with that as well.

On 11/11/2019 at 12:13 AM, Randimaxis said:

[No - if anyone is boring, that would be ME!  Yup, deliver the mail and packages, same routine routes, same old Pony Express building - nothing but more paperwork and less sanity, some days!  But as sisters, you two must have some good things to say about each other, right?]

The twins looked at each other.  Ophelia giggled and Dahlia grinned.  "As obnoxiously vain as she can be sometimes, Ophelia's the only family I have, as I am the only family she has.  We do have each others' best interests at heart, though we have different ideas of what those best interests are."

"We're two peas in the same pod," Ophelia added.  "We're nothing without each other.  As much of a prude as Dada can be, she's the money-maker.  I mostly just handle public affairs and security.  Lots of ponies like to think of us as con artists, and a few of them are willing to throw hooves over it.  Word to the wise: don't mess with a former mine slave." 

The purple mare smiled proudly, though her sister seemed less amused by that.  "Can you not remind me of that?  It was hard enough spending every day, locked in that tower, but what hurt me more was worrying about you." 

Ophelia shrugged her shoulders stoically.  "It happened, and now it's over.  You don't have to worry about me any longer."

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On 11/11/2019 at 12:13 AM, Randimaxis said:

"This is why they call it, 'The Grand Dance', Master Key - you shouldn't be so discouraged by the advent of a rival..."

That certainly gave the young noble pause as he considered it.  It certainly presented an opportunity to show his guardian that he had indeed been learning something all this time he had been under her tutelage, but at the same time, it would mean making an enemy of this mare that Dax likely had much more chemistry with.  If that were the case, though, then did she not already see him as a rival?  The moment it was revealed that he had feelings for Dax, would she not perceive him as a threat? 

It almost reminded him of the many diplomatic games that Carnelian had played with him.  The object was to conquer a map of Equestria by convincing the other noble houses, played by the heirs of various crystal nobility, to ally with him as he annexed each county.  Carnelian had certainly tried to advise him on the courses of action to take, and yet he ignored all of it as he could not bring himself to scheme against his allies.  Every time, he ended up being manipulated by the other players, never growing in power, and eventually being conquered as his former allies exhausted his usefulness and annexed his territories.

Whether or not he had the skill, however, he saw no reason not to try.  If what Beck had said was true, then there would be no consequence for simply stepping into the ring.  At worst, Dax would simply turn him down in favor of the mare, and as time went on, the anxiety seemed to melt off of him.

"I shall take your advice, then," he responded with a smile.  "I will need time to think of a course of action, but I will let him know my feelings."  I don't know when, and I don't know where, but at some point, I will.

@Randimaxis @Widdershins @Blitz Boom

I'm really sorry to everyone I've held up.  It's ironic that on the day I finally got the force of will to come back was the day that everyone decided I was AWOL.  Don't worry, I have no hard feelings about that, I have been forcing people to wait on me.

I'm going to try and force a response out right now, however I leave it up to you what should be done.  This can't keep happening, and I'm worried that I simply can't keep the promise I made.  You were gracious enough to give two months to gather the inspiration to write again, and it never came.  I don't mind if my OCs are turned into NPCs, and I have email notifications on, so I should receive any PMs sent if asked for guidance.

On 10/17/2019 at 11:20 AM, Randimaxis said:

[If I may ask, what is it like for the two of you, being on the road and free to do as you wish?  I've not had a chance to be my own mare for quite some time, and I'm curious as to how it feels?]

Dahlia smiled at that.  "Oh it's no issue at all," she remarked with a wave of her hoof.  "My time isn't wasted so long as you received an answer for a question you were seeking.  As for living life on the road, it's-"

"Absolutely wonderful," her sister interjected.  "You get to see so many sights, meet so many unique ponies, and have enough misadventures to have plenty of juicy stories to tell."

"As I was going to say," Dahlia continued, slightly miffed at Ophelia's rude interruption.  "That it is not something I would've considered voluntarily.  My sister may like her independence, but I prefer safety and security, especially where wild animals and ruffians roam."

"In case you haven't picked up on it, my sister is boring."  Though her eyes remained covered, one could almost feel that they were rolling from behind her bangs.

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On 10/17/2019 at 11:20 AM, Randimaxis said:

He carefully placed a hoof on Key's shoulder.  "Follow your heart, Master Key.  Even if you don't win Dax's love for yourself, you will most certainly have a friend for life in him - as HE wears his emotions on his sleeve as you do.  And if you DO win his heart, then you'll know it was meant to be."  

As Beck spoke, Key listened with rapt attention.  His cheeks blushed and he smiled nervously as he averted his gaze.  Was it really that simple?  If Dax wasn't interested in stallions, would their friendship not become awkward with the knowledge of the unicorn's interest?  He thought it would at first, but as Beck spoke, it occurred to him that the awkward situation surely was the lesser of two evils when compared to the pain of keeping that interest repressed and pretending that, every time he found himself alone in Dax's presence, that there was nothing important he wanted to say or do.

"Thank you, Beck," Key answered.  "I will have to find the best time to tell him, and in a tactful way.  However, I do not want to compete.  I cannot compete with someone that he has a history with.  We have only known each other since yesterday."  He cast his eyes down low, searching himself for just how he was going to go about this.  Was he going to have to stalk Dax and wait for him to be alone?  No, he wasn't one for subterfuge, and he doubted the pegasus would appreciate that.  It would have to be natural, and it would have to come out on its own.

On 9/25/2019 at 3:57 PM, Sixamidnar said:

[Not so much as 'does not apply', but all the same, what you seem to be saying is that I'm overanxious, though I can have a wonderful vacation as long as I don't let things overwhelm me, or allow things I shouldn't be concerned with occupy my head.  I think I needed to hear that.  But I'm curious; what would YOUR in-depth interpretation be?]

Dahlia hesitated, thinking to herself.  "Well, divination through tarot can be ambiguous at times.  So long as you are satisfied with the reading and feel it is relevant to what you have experienced, then there is no need to look deeper.  In the event that I do, however, it will be a while, perhaps a day or so of meditation to truly ponder the meaning of the cards."

On 9/25/2019 at 3:57 PM, Sixamidnar said:

"Master Key, you so seem... preoccupied.  Mentally.  Might I inquire as to what has dampened your spirits so?"

Low looked one way then the other, glancing nervously about to find if there were others.  Satisfied, he leaned in closer and began to whisper.

"I guess it was obvious something was perturbing me," he chuckled anxiously.  "Miss Carnelian did always say that I wore my emotions on my sleeve.  In any case, perhaps you would be the best stallion at the moment to ask."  He took a deep breath, looked around once more, then returned.

"I...fancy Dax.  I enjoy being around him, I enjoy listening to him speak, I enjoy seeing the interest and passion on his face, and his smile..."  The unicorn began to smile wistfully before he shook himself out of his daydreams.  "Apologies.  I just...I do not know where to begin.  Should I tell him how I feel?  What if he says yes?  He does not share my nobility, so Miss Carnelian will frown on that, and what is more, a relationship such as ours will not produce heirs, which is what my family requires.  Though if he were to decline...oh Celestia help me, what if he is offended by my advances?"  Low began to pace back and forth, staring at the ground as he vented his anxieties, rambling on and on before he once more caught himself.  He flushed a deep red as he smiled apologetically at Beck.  "I...I apologize if this is a topic you find uncomfortable, I was simply hoping you may have some counsel for me in this matter."

I'm going to do my best to get a reply out this weekend.  I'll write myself notes and everything.  Life events below under spoiler.

A little late to this thread, but here's my two cents, and I can boil it down to one single piece of advice:

MAKE THEM SUCCESSFUL

I cannot stress this first piece of advice enough.  A really interesting concept for a villain can be destroyed by simply forgetting, or being unwilling, to throw them a bone every once in a while. 

An example of when a writer disregards this for me is Director Krennic from the Star Wars story, Rogue One.  In the opening scene, we are shown that he clearly has power not only because he has a squad of death troopers who obey his every command without question, but he's also the director for the Death Star project!  Amazing, right?  Throughout the rest of the movie, however, you're left wondering how someone so utterly incompetent was even put in charge of something so prestigious and important.  Not only is his security on the project lax enough that his lead engineer can conspire to leak its existence, but he's only able to stamp his feet and cry when Grand Moff Tarkin yoinks command of the Death Star from him, which is then followed up with his inability to capture and execute the aforementioned lead engineer on his own terms because he spent too long monologuing, which is finally capped with his utter incompetence at directing the defense of the imperial base on Scarif.  The only time Krennic wasn't utterly incompetent was in the first scene of the film, when he killed Jyn's mother and took her father into custody, but even that scene was marred by the fact that his death troopers hesitated long enough after his initial order to shoot her mother that she was able to shoot him in the shoulder.

If you want an example of what I think a villain done right is, then look no further than Handsome Jack from Borderlands 2.  Not only does he always seem to be one step ahead of you, but every successful strike against him is returned with multiple successful strikes back at you.  Angel's betrayal, Roland's death, Lilith's capture, Bloodwing's mutation, all serve as reminders of the stakes you're up against.  This person you're fighting exploited his own daughter, killed your boss, murdered your friend's pet, and if you don't stop him, it's not hard to believe that the same fate would befall all of Pandora.

I have an unfortunate announcement to make.  It's been a long time coming, and it's something I've finally come to accept.

Ever since the beginning of Season 9, my interest in ponies has been slipping hard and fast.  I stopped keeping up with the show, I rarely come on the forums anymore except to reply to this thread, and I've been devoting more money towards commissioning art of my furry OCs, which include furry OCs I've adapted from my existing pony OCs.

It's nothing that anyone or the show has done.  For me, it's as simple as the spark is gone.  If any moment can be counted as my epiphany, it was the acknowledgement that a lot of my ideas simply were incompatible with the show's canon, and if I wanted to create my own pony canon to make my ideas work, I didn't see the point.  I don't have an attachment to ponies aesthetically, it's always been the characters and ideas that have held my passion.  Why make a unique pony canon that would mark my characters as being incompatible with any other pony OC that did work with the canon, while also being incompatible with nearly every other universe/fandom outside of MLP?  It was just so restrictive, and now that I'm branching out, I've found so many more possibilities that have allowed me to expand upon the ideas that have been burning inside of me while also accommodating my headcanons.

Perhaps a few of you may have picked up on it, what with my record of participation in this thread of late.  It's burnt me on numerous occasions that due to various other things which occupy my mind, you often have to wait a month or more for me to push out a reply which simply lacks the same passion and energy I originally brought to this thread.  At least, it burns me that replying to this thread has become a chore rather than a pastime, something which I HAVE to do rather than something I WANT to do.  I can't do this to you all any longer, and I most definitely cannot do this to myself any longer.

I appreciate all of the interactions I've had in this thread, and this still remains at the top of my most memorable long-term group RPs I've ever been a part of.  @Randimaxis is a wonderful GM and your passion is beyond admirable.  You did everything you could to rekindle my interest in this thread, but I was wrong to think that it was my interest in your thread that was waning.

Out of respect for everyone here, I wish to plan out my eventual withdrawal from this thread.  I can understand there are a number of plot points which still need to be wrapped up (especially that soiree Carnelian promised), and I plan to stay until those can be resolved in one way or another that satisfies everyone involved.  Thank you all for your patience, and thank you very much for everything.

On 8/21/2019 at 5:32 AM, Randimaxis said:

Taps nodded with a smile, taking the offered seat and giving the inside of the carriage a once-over as her eyes flitted from thing to thing, seemingly enjoying the decor before turning to Dahlia and giving a friendly little wave of her hoof.  She seemed so small and unassuming - almost filly-sized.

Though Ophelia would have been fairly close to Taps' size, Dahlia most definitely towered over her, forcing the lanky mare to crane her neck to look down at her.  "Welcome," she greeted, smiling warmly as she idly shuffled her deck.  There was something oddly satisfying about the sound the cards made as they rhythmically slapped and slid against one another, like clockwork.

"What sort of question is on your mind?"

On 8/21/2019 at 5:32 AM, Randimaxis said:

[I plan to take a vacation soon, but I don't want to plan it out - I want it to be spontaneous!  But, I'm worried about what might happen to me, or if I'll have any issues while I'm gone.  Is there any way I could ask you about what sort of readings you could get about how things will go for me IF I do this completely at a random whim?]

The mare considered this for a second, stopping her shuffling as she slid five cards off the top of her deck and laid them in a T-shaped formation, rotated 90 degrees counter-clockwise.  "Fate is not single linear string, it is more of a woven fabric, with many strings coming together.  As you try and follow one, you may get distracted and begin following another.  Let us follow this one path and see what the spirits have to say."  As she flipped over each card, she would be sure to give a description.

"Three of Pentacles.  This card carries the energy of a master craftsman and his pride in educating his apprentices in his art.  Is it wrong to assume that your worries are of a similar flavor to that of the artisan leaving his studio in the care of his underlings?  You take great pride in your work, but can you trust others to do the same without you to guide them?

"Page of Swords, inverted.  Often considered a diplomat, the Page is burdened by all she has seen and heard.  This makes her a great asset, but also a great threat, should she ever decide that she finds herself uncomfortable under your patronage.  To translate this into your personal life, it is possible that your critical tendencies wearing you thin?  Take a moment to look inside yourself, meditate on your worries, and rationalize them.

"Celestia, The Sun.  It is in our nature to love the light.  The drives away the darkness, preventing those things which may hurt us from hiding and sneaking up on us.  In its current position on the spread, this is a good omen.  There are no secret factors affecting the success of your spontaneous vacation, everything is under your control.

"Four of Swords.  In days of old, it was common practice to visit the tombs of your ancestors.  It was a solemn reminder of our mortality, and the importance of our actions while we were still able to perform them.  Though it isn't necessary to visit any tombs, this card suggests it would be of great benefit to you contemplate every possibility and eliminate those from your worries which are unlikely to come to fruition.

"Six of Swords, inverted.  This seems to be rather redundant, as most cards I have drawn today is saying the same thing. This card carries the energy of a navigator, someone who is educated in the stars and the waves.  He knows both equally well, and has it down to an exact science, and so long as he maintains his composure, the ship's course will remain true.  However, it appears he has lost his composure.  His negative emotions cloud his judgement, forcing him to lead the ship in a direction he prefers rather than the one he needs.  You should not make any hasty decisions until you know the facts."

Dahlia took a sip of her tea, leaving the cards to sit as she thought of the reading.  "Is there any part of the reading you felt does not apply to you?  I may not have interpreted it properly and will need to look further into it."

On 8/21/2019 at 5:28 PM, Illiad Easle said:

She didn't know exactly who or where this onlooker was, nor could she gauge Dax's reaction until they met, but she knew they were watching. She not so subtly pulled Dax closer to her, trying in her way to tell whoever was watching: This one's mine.

Low was quick to move back into cover, his heart pounding.  He had hoped to find Dax, and he most definitely did, but what he did not expect was that he would be in the company of mare, let alone one who was quite clearly very close to him.  He certainly wasn't about to interrupt the moment, assuming they were having a moment.  He wasn't about to look around the corner and check, risking being seen again.

He wasn't sure how to feel.  A part of him was distraught at this sudden development.  Had he always had forbidden feelings for a stallion who was already spoken for, or was he simply being out-competed?  He knew what Carnelian would have said, and he knew that if he truly wanted him, he had his work cut out for him.  However, there was another part of him that was strangely relieved.  It took him a while to think on it, but all of this anxiety he had felt around Dax...it only ever came up whenever he felt the need to pressure himself to pursue his attentions.  Was he a coward for allowing this stallion to slip away, or was it a sign of maturity that he was accepting that which he couldn't have?

"Perhaps we should...give them some time," he whispered to Beck.  "Perhaps I should return to Miss Carnelian.  This question can wait."  Already his thoughts were rebelling against him.  Which side of this internal civil war was the right one?  Was he throwing away something wonderful?  Carnelian would know, she always had an answer, even if they weren't often to his liking.

6 hours ago, Illiad Easle said:

@Hazard Time

Sounds like a self trained Empath, though with the ability to bring up past emotions she's bordering on telepath. Interesting,

All of my characters are continuous WIPs, but I mainly felt she was in need of an upgrade both due to events in RPs outside of the forums as well as to bring her up to a level playing field with the other psychically gifted characters at the quarry.  I'm not sure how to balance it atm, but it is coincidental that she needs to move her bangs to lock eyes.

Along with my usual apologies, I'd also like to mention a minor retcon:

I'm gonna upgrade Ophelia's empathic powers and add a passive ability.  While she can sense empathic auras about her and the direction they're in, she can't pick any of them out specifically, or how many there are.  Her eyes also function in a similar manner, though if she so desired, she could cross a few wires and force ponies to endure whatever emotion she can dig up from their psyche, from extreme happiness from the best day of their life, to the deepest sadness and horror from the worst day of their life.  For the former option, however, unless the other pony is open to and accepting of Ophelia's entrance into their mind, whatever positive emotion she brings up will be marred by the violation she's committing, a bit like someone massaging your shoulders without you ever asking for it.

On 7/25/2019 at 10:08 AM, Randimaxis said:

[So, I could ask questions about more esoteric stuff, but nothing like asking where I left my grandmare's pocket watch, right?  Okay, I might actually be interested in trying this - it sounds like it would be an interesting thing to participate in!  If you're currently in business, then why don't I give it a try?]

"Oh we're definitely in business!  Please, come inside and have a seat, would you like some chamomile?  I just made some."  Ophelia made way for the mute mare as Dahlia set her tarot deck on the table.

"Welcome," she greeted warmly.  "What question is on your mind today?  Did Ophelia answer all of your questions, or is there anything else you wish to hear straight from me?"  The empath returned with a tray, upon which sat a kettle and two teacups, and sat it gently upon the table.

"It may need a minute to steep, so take your time centering yourself."

On 7/25/2019 at 10:08 AM, Randimaxis said:

He grinned.  "Y'know, Daxie ain't evah had many pals - yer a real good stallion fer bein' a bud to 'im.  He needs dat... t'anks.  An' you keep dat stuff 'bout Benny under yer hat, ifya get my drift?  I don' wanna get inta trubble, so's keep it quiet if ya please."

"Then it would appear that we may have a runaround on our hooves...very well, hopefully I won't miss him this time."  Low was about to thank Chuck and leave him to his work before the comment about his friendship came up.  His cheeks flushed as he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Of course, Chuck.  I will be there for him."  Just how much, though?  Until he reciprocates your affection?  Until he shoots you down?  Low shook those thoughts from his head.  He could ask Miss Carnelian later.  She always had all the answers...even if they hurt him.

He wasted no more time, hurrying towards the manor house.  If he was lucky, he'd be exactly where Chuck said he'd be, or fairly close to it.  If he was out for much longer, he may just retire to his matron's room to speak with her.  He felt that she would want to debrief him about his conduct this morning, and it would be in his best interests to preempt it than force her to come looking for him.  That was something he had learned early.

On 7/10/2019 at 11:35 AM, Randimaxis said:

[A psychic reading?  That's where I ask a question, and you try to divine an answer?  That could be interesting - what sort of things do others usually ask advice about?]

Ophelia kept her mind to herself.  She wasn't touching Taps' mind for a long while after what she saw.  Her sanity needed a break.

"Questions about romance, finances, life choices...mostly romance, though.  That's really popular.  My sister doesn't claim to have THE answer, it's more advice given from ether.  It is the petitioner who would understand this advice best."  In the background, Dahlia was beginning to shuffle her deck.  Ophelia's conversation had allowed her time to rest and recuperate, and she was ready for another reading.

On 7/10/2019 at 11:35 AM, Randimaxis said:

"Look, Silvah's da one who got me ta sit innat crazy thing, an' I'm the only one who'd evah be nuts enuff ta drive it!  You wanna know waddeye know 'bout Benny, den we can chat - but not onna job floor!  Silvah sez dere's pones out dere who'd sell dat thing inna hoofbeat - an' dat thing's been dere since before I worked heah; I gadder it's some sorta... Air-Loom... kinda stuff.  But dere's only supposed ta be one uddah pone who knows 'bout Benny, an' dat's Silvah.  Mebbe Beck 'r' Call.  An' Daxie."

Low recoiled at the sudden shushing.  He should have said something else at that point.  Who did this forepony think he was, shushing a noble?!  Carnelian wouldn't have taken this, and the unicorn opened his mouth to say as much.  He then closed his mouth and said no more.  Coward.

His ears twitched as he was led back into seclusion, listening to the story Chuck had to tell.  He could understand the value something like that would have, he just didn't see it.  It was another reinvention of the wheel, though one which didn't immediately appeal to his aesthetic standards.

What he cared more about was Chuck's lack of knowledge on the painting.  His ears flattened as his hopes were dashed, though they were reinvigorated as he was pointed in Dax's direction.  His emotions continued to roller coaster, however, as he remembered how the Blackwater's scheming had set him up for a humiliation.  Low wasn't sure how he should feel about Dax, but he didn't at all seem to mind asking him those questions again.

"Thank you for your assistance, Mr. List.  Do you know where I might be able to find Mr. Dax?"

Apologies for the slow goings, gonna aim to get a reply out this weekend.  In the mean time, enjoy a fresh Carnelian commission!

Really sorry for the wait, and if my post is underwhelming in such a way that you don't have enough to work with, I can do my best to add more detail.

On 6/12/2019 at 4:27 AM, Randimaxis said:

[This is your home?  It must be fun to be out on the road so much, right?  And I absolutely LOVELOVELOVE your dress - it's exquisite!]

Ophelia looked down at her ensemble, beaming in pride.  She was more than happy to ignore the negative topic.  "Thank you!  It's a guilty pleasure of mine, Dada's, too, kinda.  She likes her flowers more.  The style is just so cute!  I wish I had more room on this thing so I could just have a closet full of them!"

On 6/12/2019 at 4:27 AM, Randimaxis said:

[How do you make enough money for supplies?  I'm sure a life on the road still racks up expenses, right?  Where does your money come from?]

"Speaking of money, my sister and I are travelling psychics.  I'm a passive empath, and my sister can read the tarot.  My talents are fairly limited, so she's the real breadwinner here."

On 6/12/2019 at 4:27 AM, Randimaxis said:

"'Eyyyyy dere... it's yoozagain!  Yer Dax's pally, amirite?  Don' tell me yer heah t'borrow me ta letcha in th' vault again, arrya?"

The unicorn smiled sheepishly at the forepony once more.  "N-No thank you, unless Mister Dax wishes that again.  I was hoping, perhaps, maybe, you could provide me with some information?  I was told you have experience driving 'Benny'?  There is a painting on the wall where it is kept, do you know the ponies involved?"

On 5/21/2019 at 3:12 PM, Randimaxis said:

[Hi there!  My name is Taps, and I'm the mailmare here.  I noticed you have a wagon - did you bring any mail from the local office, or is this your personal carriage?]

The mare cleared her throat, taking in several deep breaths before her composure returned.

"Oh, no, this is our home, actually.  We didn't bring any mail."  She looked over to Dahlia, who was beginning to recover from the mind meld.  "We don't receive mail often, we don't exactly have anypony who keeps in contact...anymore."  Her face goes blank for a moment after adding that last word.  It didn't hurt any more after the first few years, though the intrusive thoughts still held power and they weren't going away.

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On 5/21/2019 at 3:12 PM, Randimaxis said:

"Hmmp.  Master Key, I can't say I do recognize them.  To be perfectly honest, I've seen the painting here before... but I suppose I merely gleaned by it; I don't frequent the garage, and so I haven't a clue as to whom they may be.  The only ones I know of that spend time in here would be Silver Studs the handimare, and Chuck List the head forepony for the quarry; perhaps one of them know?  Otherwise, aside from Master Dax slipping in here on occasion to be 'alone', I've seen no others in here."

That certainly piqued a few questions in Low's mind.  It was a mystery, and he liked mysteries.  His eyes ran over the painting, first looking at the brush strokes, then branching out and looking at the ponies, proper.  Were there any similarities between them and the traits he had observed with the Blackwaters?  It was likely all of them were siblings, judging by how comfortable they were with each other.  If not, lovers?  An interesting thought, though unlikely.  Good friends?  Also very likely, but that still did not explain what they were doing up on this wall.  The common ponies working here would not pursue a painting in this style and class, it would be too expensive and simply...didn't fit. 

Why would a common pony commission this?  It simply didn't happen, only aristocrats cared about their heritage.  They had to belong to some family of import.  A side branch, perhaps?  He had not done any research into the pedigree of the Blackwaters, so he was unsure of any scions that may exist.

On 5/21/2019 at 3:12 PM, Randimaxis said:

"I would be happy to escort you to either of them, should you be curious enough to seek answers... oh, and if you're still curious about Benny, then Mister List is the only pony I have ever witnessed driving the thing; for a guest, he might be enticed into a demonstration?  Unless, of course, you're ready to head back to your quarters?  Or Madam Carnelian's, to check in?"

Low was dragged from his inner thoughts quite suddenly, his body going rigid as he turned to Beck.  "Hm?  What?  Oh, yes, I would appreciate it if you could escort me to either of them.  I would not be able to sleep tonight if I do not figure this out."  He offered a meek smile, returning his gaze to the painting.  "I believe Lady Carnelian can wait for the moment.  She requires her privacy as much as I do."  And I would much prefer it if I could avoid her while my humiliation is still fresh in both of our minds.

On 5/21/2019 at 3:12 PM, Randimaxis said:

"In nothing but curiosity and admiration, would perhaps Master Key care to indulge a humble question from myself?  Madam Carnelian seems so very... astute and... calculating; if you were to simply pass along an idea of her personage and what being in her presence is like, what is it that you could enlighten me with about your patron?"

The unicorn thought for a while, lost in his own thoughts before he answered.  "Lady Carnelian is hard to describe.  I am unsure whether it is her charisma, wisdom, or intelligence that strikes me the most.  I am not the best at socializing and, well, I admit, my self-esteem leaves a lot to be desired (she tells me this often), and the first time we met at a ball, I was only able to muster monosyllabic replies and answers.

"Any other mare would have given up in frustration at how poor a conversation partner I was.  Instead, she showed an amazing level of patience.  She took the reins of the conversation and led me about, encouraging me, complimenting me when I gave more information, cracking jokes, and all the while providing me with a beautiful smile and the most entrancing gaze I had yet witnessed.  It may have been the wine, but over time, I began to feel warmer, more comfortable.  I began to smile, and she began to break down more barriers.  The night ended when she asked me to dance.  I-I...it was a pleasant experience that...that I would..."

Low's eyes went wide as he recognized just how much information he had given.  He would have blushed from embarrassment if his cheeks weren't already flushed, his skin hot to the touch.  "...do again.  A-Anyway, in a much more direct fashion, if you prefer that, I would say that Lady Carnelian's talent is her ability to bring out the best in ponies, to truly make them shine like the diamond on her flank."

He turned his face away, biting his lip.  Carnelian was right, he had a long way to go if he would ever be able to function in a political environment as well as herself.  He just wasn't good at stowing his emotions, they just happened.  It wasn't his fault if he appreciated the fine details of what made himself tick, right?  Beck wouldn't judge him, would he?

3 hours ago, Randimaxis said:

Yes yes, I know it's my turn - I'm working on it.

But HEY!  I wanted to take a moment and show you folks a thing:

In exchange for a thing I did for Valtasar, I have been rewarded with a gift - the gift of ART!  However, though I could have asked for the Blackwaters in a portrait, or another batch of staff pics... I decided to ask, instead, for artwork to be made for my favorite people here on the forums...

YOU FOLKS.

And so, to each of you, I say thank you from the bottom of my heart - and here you go, my friends:

Thank you for sticking with me through thick and thin; I couldn't have done this without you wonderful Ponyites.
Excelsior, my friends.

 

*intense squealing intensifies further*

Oh my goodness, it's amazing!  Carnelian!  And Low!  And the twins!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Seriously, this looks amazing!  I absolutely love it!!

Also, does the artist have a social media account you can link me to?

On 5/7/2019 at 2:18 PM, Randimaxis said:

"I am thoroughly entertained though - and I refuse to cheat performers.  Best of luck on your other 'readings', you two."

"Do not lose-"

"-the light."

The sisters would remain like that for a few minutes more before they finally detached.  Dahlia took in a deep sigh and Ophelia softly caressed her hoof.  There was nothing to say, she knew.

On 5/7/2019 at 2:18 PM, Randimaxis said:

Outside, a small blue pegasus mare with mismatched eyes was giving the carriage a curious once-over.

Both heads turned towards the door, and the shorter twin was soon to answer it.  She did a quick peak up to her shoulders, then kept going slightly more.  A little peak in her eyes wouldn't hurt, just to get a gauge of her mental state.  Her bestockinged hoof lifted up her bangs, meeting the pegasus' gaze.  Heterochromatic?  Some would consider that an omen, but Ophelia was no seer.  She pressed forward with her aura, psychic tendrils slithering into her mind as she felt around for feelings.

Suddenly, she gasped, her bangs falling back down as she staggered back.  Before she could regain awareness of her surroundings there was a single tear running down the side of her cheek.  She shook off the residual emotions, wiped her face with her stocking, and returned a nervous smile.

"W-welcome!  Have you come to ask questions of the spirits?  I sense...a great longing within you.  How may I and my sister help?"

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On 5/7/2019 at 2:18 PM, Randimaxis said:

As small as it was, the artwork on it was well-detailed.  There were three strong-looking stallions and a small but feisty mare, all crammed together on a couch.  They all wore mischievous grins, and the mare was holding up two knitting needles behind one of the stallion's heads, giving him the appearance of having rabbit ears. The clothing they wore was not modern, but not so far off as to have appeared to be ancient.

Most of Beck's talk of the harnessless carriage went over Low Key's head.  An engineer he was not, neither was he a stallion who overly cared much for gadgets.  He could appreciate the aesthetics of something, but it would be someone else's business to make sure it ran.

More interesting to the young noble was the painting on the wall, which Low had quickly become fascinated by.  He left the carriage behind and approached it, his eyes following the lines and soaking up the detail.

"Who were they?" he inquired.  "I do not remember any of them from the previous gallery.  Are they not Blackwaters?"

@Randimaxis

Hello again.  It's really late at night and I should be in bed, but I made you wait long enough so I got a reply out at long last.  The good news on my end is that I have a job now!

As for the events of my last post, I should mention that Dahlia has a love-hate relationship with her "friends" on the other side.  She may have explained before that she can't exactly control who she makes contact with.  All spirits will tell the truth, but some are more honest than others, and sometimes, when the brutal truth is wielded especially cruelly, it can cut like a knife.

On 4/20/2019 at 6:58 AM, Randimaxis said:

Redd gave her a skeptic eye to beat the band... then put on a ponderous look as he truly considered her question.  The thinking expression seemed ill at ease on his muzzle.

"Well... how about this, then?  I have a sister.  Her job is incredible.  I'M working at this... dunghill of a hole... in order to help her.  If you really have some sort of all-knowing, all-seeing ability to predict what comes next, then we'll go from there.  Honestly, though?"  She leveled a gaze at her.  "I expect about as much point as sack of drowned parasprites."

He sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, "I would like to know if all I'm doing here for her benefit will be of any good?  Am I working for no reason?  Is this what I need to continue, so that she has a chance to make it?  Am I wasting my time at the quarry... or in this carriage?"

"I do not claim to know what comes next, Mister Redd.  I can understand your confusion, but I am simply a medium.  To describe it more simple terms, you can think of me as a middlemare between yourself and the spirits of the ethereal world beyond.  The future is not predetermined, and your course can be changed, but that is your choice and your choice only.  The spirits offer advice, it is up to you what you do with their wisdom."  Dahlia cleared her throat, her eyes hesitantly locking with Redd's.  She hadn't expected such a show of vulnerability from him.  Perhaps it was a sign that he was willing to have an open mind?

"Anyway, I believe I know a spread that will be of use to you."  The mare took her deck and shuffled it several times, drawing six face down cards and arranging them in a pyramid shape with three on the bottom, two in the middle, and one at the very top.  She began at the bottom left, placing her hoof atop that card and flipping it over to reveal the upside down figure of an alicorn mare seated upon a throne.

"The Empress is inverted," she commented.  "A sign of disappointment.  The Empress is the archetype of feminine energy: compassionate, creative, intuitive.  Would you say that either of these qualities align with what is expected of your position?  Have you been demonstrating these qualities, or shirking them?"  She flipped over the next card, another alicorn with iridescent mane, tail, and wings soaring high above the clouds, surrounded by a wreath.  In each of the four corners, an intelligent race was represented: ponies, griffons, cows, and hippogriffs.

"The World.  Nopony lives in a vacuum, Mister Redd.  All of our actions have consequences that affect others, like ripples upon a pond.  We must always remain conscious others in lives, including those we care for most.  From what you told me before, this fits well with what motivates you."  The last card on the bottom was flipped.

"Six of Wands.  At the quarry, your responsibility is to lead, inspire, and provide clarity under pressure.  Are you a forepony, Mister Redd?  You bear the confidence of someone who leads, do you feel comfortable bearing that mantle?"  Dahlia's hoof moved up a row, flipping over the middle left card, which was upside down and depicted a single sword piercing a crown.

"Inverted Ace of Swords..."  The mare gulped before continuing.  "Do your projects trouble you, Mister Redd?  The Ace of Swords is usually full of optimism, heralding a silver lining behind the dark cloud, but...the sun never shows.  W-Where did it go?  Why is i-it so dark..."  Without even thinking, the mare reached out and gripped Redd Handid's hoof.  Any sort of contact would normally have flustered her, but this was a different situation.  This was the darkest card she had ever drawn, the energy emanating from it sapping what joy had been brought to her from the reading before.  She could not continue on until that energy had been cleared.  "Please, Mister Redd, do not give up!  The sun may never show, but you must never forget why you do this.  The sun may not be in the sky, but it is within you!  It is within!"  Her hoof tightened around his before she forced herself to release, taking in deep breaths before she flipped over the second to last card, an upside down armored knight holding a coin in his hoof.  Her eyes went wide and she began to hyperventilate.

"The...the Knight of Pentacles...inverted...No!  No no no!  Please!  You cannot!  Stop it!  Stop it!"  Dahlia covered her muzzle, tears streaming down her cheeks as she continued to rave and shriek.  Ophelia burst through the door saying not a word before rushing to her sister's side, gingerly removing the stocking from her right forehoof and placing the bare flesh upon Dahlia's own.  The two of them suddenly appeared to freeze, Dahlia's eyes closing as a blank, serene expression came over her face.  For the moment, a pregnant pause filled the carriage, a single tear rolling down from behind Ophelia's thick bangs.

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On 4/20/2019 at 6:58 AM, Randimaxis said:

"I give you... Benny, Master Key," he said with a flourish of his forehoof.

When he first laid eyes upon it, Low was unsure what to make of it.  Aesthetically, at least, it was beautiful.  The way the light rolled off the polished chrome surface, the comfortable seating inside, the smooth contours...the unicorn reached out a hoof and gently ran it over the surface.  He was no engineer, he would not understand the mechanics of it, but the beauty of it...the beauty he was in love with.

"What...does it do?  How does it work?"

On 3/28/2019 at 12:24 AM, Randimaxis said:

"No, no tea - I can't say that I find myself staying long enough for me to finish an entire cup, so I'd say the idea of serving me tea is more or less moot.  Now, are you going to attempt to banter needlessly with me, or can we get down to the little 'buck and wing show' I'm certain you're about to put on?"

Dahlia kept her shock to herself.  She had dealt with "rosethorns" before, but that wasn't to say that she would ever be used to them.  She took a gulp of air and put on her best courtesy smile, keeping her voice as level as she could.

"I see, sir.  I-In that case, what question do wish to be answered?  In can involve anything from your economic, emotional, spiritual, physical, or romantic states, and should focus on what you can expect should you take a certain action."

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On 3/28/2019 at 12:24 AM, Randimaxis said:

"Would sir perhaps wish to head to his destination now... or, mayhaps..." Beck smiled with a glint in his eyes, "... Master Key would wish to... heh heh, 'meet' Benny?"

The colt cocked his head.  "Benny?  Who is Benny?"  Had he not been paying attention?  He didn't remember that name before, but the dark insinuations in Beck's voice made his curiosity waver.  He wasn't dissuaded, however, and besought his guide for an explanation that he in part dreaded.

17 minutes ago, Illiad Easle said:

@Hazard Time

Miracle of Miracles!

What'd you major in? If you don't mind me asking?

Chemistry with a focus in biochemistry