evilcorgi

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I'm going to assume that the numbing spell put Marble to sleep, given his silence. Sorry I haven't been posting...

"AAAAAAAUGH" Marble screamed in pain. It felt like his kneecap had caught on fire. Both his front legs immobilized, he shifted his weight to his back legs. He lost his balance almost immediately and crashed onto his back, which was less painful than if he had collapsed on his injured forelimbs. Marble clenched his teeth, closed his eyes and flailed his back legs in pain.

Generally, yeah. Like most other people would, he tends to lie to himself and retroactively decide that he was just talking to idiots (everyone is the hero of their own story) but he knows. I suppose that growing up on an isolated quarry would stunt one's social development a bit.

Again, giving anyone who wants the choice the opportunity to decide who the arrow hit. I mean, you'll choose Marble I'm sure, but at least I won't be responsible for killing off my own OC. Not that I don't want to at this point. Then again, dunno what I'd do. Can't very well have True Shot roll up to the OCs, say "Hey, I'm not a rebel anymore, sorry about that wing!" and join the main cast. I suppose he could get hit in the leg, giving him all the more reason to stick with the other OCs, being effectively crippled and having an assassin with nothing to lose wanting him dead. (When did this become a 90's action movie?) On another note, this is the first time I've really created an OC during a roleplay, from an NPC, as a villain, and made him arguably more likable than my main.

True Shot sat in the cover he'd found, and grieved silently for a moment. He'd known Citrus for as long as he could remember. They were both so excited to live here, free from Celestia's rule. All their plans and aspirations were gone now because True Shot convinced Citrus to go on this rebellion. This was his fault, and he knew it, but he didn't care. The only thing his rage filled, depressed mind wanted, was a crossbow bolt through Marble Stripe's head. If only he hadn't run out. Luckily for him, something shiny caught his eye. On the ground, where some of the rebels had been traveling, was a single, abandoned crossbow bolt. True Shot snatched it up and ran back to his perch. The unicorn with a broken horn was awake, and standing still. True Shot took aim, about to magically pull the trigger... but wait... Who's that mare he's talking to? True Shot thought for a moment. "I won't kill him... I'll kill someone he cares about" he decided, unaware of the pony's social situation. "Then again, it'd feel a lot better to kill him..." He decided to let luck decide. He unloaded the bolt, tore one feather off, and reloaded it. gasp... sigh THWANG _____________________________________________________________________________ "Oh, I'm a stick in the mud for trying to have-" Marble stopped talking and took a deep breath. He turned to Silver Heart without another word to Aegis. "Miss, is there anything you can do to remove this bolt?" Marble asked in exasperation. "I just want to go home." THWANG THUD

"Oh, well buck you! What, are you defending the rioters now? I didn't say a word about you and you still act like I insulted you." Marble attempted to use his one functioning leg to turn away, to amusing effect. "that's what I get for trying to strike up a conversation..." he muttered. Marble glanced over at the white unicorn "And who are you? Were you here the whole time?"

"Why do you want to know?" Marble asked, groggily. [response here, try to mention that she's a nurse] "Oh, you are?" He asked rhetorically. "Uh... this leg is numb from the shoulder down. You can fix that, right?" "Oh, well, the sure-shot that shot me did so from a whopping five hooves away. A real sharpshooter he is. Ohh, quick, sign this star up for the Gryphon Guard, he's a real talent." Marble sneered.

"What? What!?" True shot exclaimed in pure rage. He quickly notched and fired another bolt only for it to soar over their heads. Out of bolts, he ran to some bushes and started to decide what he'd do next. ______________________________________________________________________________ THUD Marble flinched as he slid off Poppy's back, onto the ground. He groaned as he slowly opened his eyes and tried to get his footing back, only to have a sharp pain soot through his shoulder, knocking him back down. "Ugh... What am I covered in?" he asked in a half-conscious stupor.

Sure! I just decided to make him some sort of crossbow-sniper based on his name, I'd love to know it's original context.

Alrighty! I'll probably make another True Shot post tomorrow. Who's carrying Marble again? Just need to know how badly he missed.

It's in your hands now. Where do you want it to land? You didn't mention that part?

Also, Rise and shine, mis-ter Dare. Rise and... shine. Not, that I wish to imply you have been sleeping on, thejob. I think I may have made that one post splicer slightly more likeable than Marble. Huh. Ah well, I do plan on making him less of a rich snob somewhere down the line.

True Shot dropped his crossbow, and rushed over to Citrus' motionless body. He was horrified at the damage that had been done, and he hoped against hope that his friend could still be alive. "Wake up..." he said in a shaky tone, shaking the body "Come on, wake up!" True Shot began to shout. His head tarted upward toward where the assailant had fallen. "What!?" he said aloud. To his bewilderment, the body was gone. True Shot quickly snached up his crossbow, and looked around frantically, aiming where he looked. There! He was being carried away on the back of somepony else, escaping in a crowd of fearful citizens. True Shot took aim, and fired into the crowd. Somepony fell, but not the one he was concerned with. He reloaded and fired again, and again he missed. He quickly glanced toward Kashmir to find that it had been evacuated, save for one swordspony. "good..." he thought, as he gave chase to the escaping crowd. He tailed the caravan from about thirty feet as it split at every turn. The group got smaller and smaller until it had shrunk to three mares, one stallion, and... him. The one who killed citrus. Luck stayed with him as they stopped in Posey Park in front of somepony else. "perfect" He breathed in, steading his aim. THWANG! He fired the crossbow as the air vacated his lungs. ((Windbreaker or someone else can decide where the bolt flies))

Alrighty, that sounds good. One more thing before I start (for real this time, honest). Should I start from when Citrus whoever-he-was gets killed, or should I move on with the assumption "He's really pissed off"?

I'm slowly writing a post from the perspective of that one who shot Marble now. Any suggestions for the name? Also, Silverheart, feel free to add snowy.

Again, still here! I guess I'll rp as a splicer for a bit, since my OC is incapacitated. I'll be the one that shot Marble I guess.

Uh... I'm still here! I haven't posted in awhile, but I'm here. Should probably do something soon...

Well, good fellow, a helpful tip that I have had the fortune of discovering during my time as a forum poster on the MLP forums, is that excessive use of overly verbose language is a helpful way to circumvent the unnecessary and unproductive character limit.

Well, I could either get him back to the party in a contrived way, or write a post that basically comes down to "Marble went to sleep and didn't have any problems."

I'm basically waiting for the battle to end, or for some rebel to carry Marble off. He's unconscious/dying at the moment. Yeah, you posting would be great.

Marble arrived at his home in Cameron Suites. Amused by the knowledge that those simpletons at the party were going to be harassed by some angry janitors, Marble sat down, and picked up a book. He had stayed up this long, he was at least going to see the fireworks (or whatever those delinquents had planned). He could see the Kashmir Restaurant from his room (it was about a block away), and he had time to burn, so he started to read, occasionally glancing up to see what was going on. He sat for about 15 minutes before the party-crashers arrived. "Ah, here we go." He said to himself, setting down his book to watch more intently. Marble chuckled to himself briefly as he watched the panicked guests scramble as the bunny-masks shot some sort of projectiles at them. Man, those guests sure were panicked... too panicked. Marble squinted and leaned closer to the window to try to see what was going on better. Was that blood!? "Oh Celestia..." Marble muttered in realization. The crossbow he saw, their strategic approach, it all made more sense now, and it scared the living daylights out of Marble. He got up, and walked back and forth frantically. Should he go help them? "as if. I"m not risking my life for those assholes" he thought. But then again... he would be revered as a hero. Book sales, publishing deals, and all the potential money were too much for Marble to give up. He looked around his room for something he could bring. He settled on grabbing a kitchen knife, and he galloped back to the restaurant. This closer he got, the more scared he became. "no, keep going! Think of what's at stake!" He kept telling himself. He approached the party, knife in mouth, and ran toward a rebel from the back, the noise he was making masked by the chaos coming from the massacre. "This is it..." he thought to himself. Marble pounced on a stagler, knocking him over. The blade sticking out of the side of his mouth, he cocked his head to the side, and plunged the knife into the assailant. The knife made a sickening TWACK. Marble was disgusted by what he had just done. He let go of the handle, the rebel screaming in pain. He tried to get up, but Marble began to viciously stomp on the soldier. He had no idea what he was doing, he had forgotten why he came here in the heat of the moment, but adrenaline and fear kept him going. "Oh Celestia, why did I do this!?" the shortsighted author thought. He kept stomping on his victim. He couldn't stop now. One wrong move, and he was done for, another statistic from this disaster. THUD THUD THUD Marble stopped. The crossbowpony was bleeding like mad, not moving, not breathing. A soldier a few paces further ahead looked back. "Ey, Citrus, are you- OY! WHAT'D YOU DO!?" The pony shouted at Marble. Marble began to back away, terrified. He began to run away, when suddenly twang TWACK! Marble stopped dead in his tracks, a burning pain coming from his chest. He looked down slowly. A crossbow bolt was lodged near his shoulder. His balance failed him, and he fell to his knees, and slumped over. He was loosing blood fast, and he was hyperventilating to boot. "No... Stay awake... sta..." He muttered, as he fell unconscious.

No, not at all. At least it's keeping the RP alive. It was fine. It was great. It was better then the Char Limit.

Good, that's what I was going for. I'm either going to try to go for some "redemption" subplot for him, or just go all out villain at some point. I'm one of those "spoonyone" types who has to play a sort of offbeat character most of the time. My next OC is going to be a bit more avarage, but I'll always prefer paranoid Shining Mask and snobby Patrick Bateman Marble Stripe.

Marble was silent and motionless for a good 15 seconds. He had wasted his night, gotten injured by Galt's drones, and now he was being insulted by some nobody journalist. He was absolutely fed up. He stood up slowly, with a forced smile. "Have a nice night, everypony." and he walked away. Marble slowly walked through the halls of Harmony, on his way to his home, when something moved in the corner of his eye. It was faint, but it appeared to be group of about five ponies, wearing bizarre rabbit masks. "Where are the others?" one of them whispered, sounding exasperated. "sigh for the third time, we're going in separate squads so that-" The second leader was cut off. "Hello?" Marble shouted. "I can see you. What are you doing?" "Buck, run!" The leader shouted, and they all rushed off in the direction of the Kashmir Restaurant. Marble caught a glimpse of something metal on one of the ponies. Was that a crossbow? "Hey, wait!" He yelled in vain. Nothing was stopping them now, and they were too fast for Marble. "At least there was someone that party didn't want..." He muttered. There was no way that those delinquents could do any harm. They probably just wanted to throw eggs as the hoity-toity party-goers. The idea put him in a slightly better mood. He continued to trot off to his apartment.