Opalicious

Cheerilee

and, strangely, an anteater...

>examine package I wish I would have seen that September 7th earlier.

"My name, dear friend, is Yemaza. I do wish to escort you travelers. I am young, but I am strong, I have seen many wonders of the world. You will find I am a helpful companion." His voice, like the other pegasus who had spoken, was deep and thoughtful, a voice uncommon for somepony so young. It was said that voices like this came from wisdom, and others would joke that he didn't have any. He almost scowled at the thought, but he held himself back. "I hope you pony folk are ready, though it is little distance on a scale, it will still be tough to hike through treacherous vegetation. Though we will encounter no burans as the trees do have their uses sometimes, it will be dangerous. Very dangerous, in fact. Anything that looks harmless may be deadly, and if it looks deadly, it is most likely deadly. No sugarcoating it here, if any beast mothers are just past the point of being enceinte, it will be even worse for us." He decided that it was time to stop drilling these things into their souls, as it was enough to know they were entering the place. He pulled a traditional zebran snack made of salted oats with a little spice and held them out, chewing on one himself. "Want some? Very delectable."

Yemaza chewed on the piece of grass fiercely, the cards in his hand showing no sign that he would win a few Zebs anytime soon, the Zebran currency. He threw them onto the table and nodded politely to his opponents. "I give up, friends. I can not put together a little money to keep, my luck doesn't seem to be holding up. I'm more of an athletic zebra anyway." As he turned to walk away, he heard a few snickers behind him, definitely from the little one who was still learning formalities, but Yemaza paid him no heed. As Yemaza left the building, a mare came rushing toward the Elder Lounge, where the elders usually were. The mare's eyes flicked to him and she stopped before galloping his way instead. She stopped in front of him, and she rapidly pointed at a pegasus standing just inside the door of The Grazing Zebra, a famous tavern in the city, seemingly waiting for somepony. "Aha, yes," he replied smoothly, examining the foreigner. "An escort into the Amblezon? A strange request, but I suppose I am the best choice for it in all of this village." He took his jalabiya and readjusted it to a better position before approaching the stranger. He stopped by the pegasus, his eyes stealthily looking at the pony through his eyes. "I hear you are an explorer wishing to look for the Heart of the Jungle? An old legend, not proven true, but not proven false either." He turned his head to look at the stranger. "There are many fierce beasts guarding it. Now, nopony would come here alone. I guess there will be others coming?" ((OOC: A jalabiya is a common garmet in Sudan that is long sleeved, and in a zebra's case, generally covers the body except a small part of the hooves and the head. I thought it would be fitting for the setting.))

Water Opal sprang up with a jolt, his head banging against the wall of the bed behind him. He quickly reached up with his hoof and rubbed it, staring groggily at the door, which had been closed once more. His gaze switched to the window, where light shone in, onto the floor. He estimated that it would be nine o'clock. "Sleeping beauty, very funny," he muttered, standing up and readjusting his mane. He left the room and looked down the aisle toward the parlor car, right next to him, conventionally. He opened it up and stepped through, the few seconds he crossed between the cars over the tracks not worthy of being noticed as usual. He sat down on a table, resting his head on a table and nearly falling asleep. He forced himself to wiggle his hoof to prevent himself from napping, and he sat up and eventually stared at the small corner that was supposed to be the kitchen. He hardly noticed he was even hungry, but staring at the kitchen, the only reason he even came to this car was because he wanted to eat something. He approached the door that led to the kitchen and knocked on it, looking left and right, his eye catching on a painting hanging on the wall that displayed farm scenery. Those plants seem dry...like my lips. The sudden, random thought surprised him, and he felt his lips again. "I am thirsty," he said allowed, for now specific reason. He looked around, figuring he could eat later, and instead looked around, forgetting that he was a unicorn who had control over water. A strange sight, I admit, as his cutie mark his a drop of water, he decided to stay at the kitchen door he had knocked on, waiting for it to be answered so he could ask for a cup of water.

Lightning Dust quit throwing clouds and instead placed three clouds near each other, carefully positioning them. He sped ferociously around them, the lightning trail partly disappearing into the clouds as they consolidated, and they grew darker and darker, as it became closer and closer to being a miniature thundercloud, but a dangerous one, alas. She stood on top of it, before flipping backwards and stopping behind it. She powered up her wings, and sped away from the cloud, perhaps half a mile away, before turning around and flying back, completely demolishing the space between her and the ball of almost pure lightning, and kicked out with her hooves, sending the cloud flying toward the course, all in the matter of seconds.

"We need you in the battle, Private Air, as the Princess of the Sun requests your assistance in this mighty war. We wish you luck, and the gratitude that we give you because you have helped many of us starving ones here in Stalliongrad. Now be on your way." Air Opal turned away and shoved his way through the tent flaps and stared away from the sun toward the west. It would be a tough battle against the Princess of the Night, Princess Luna, but they could harness the power of the sun to defeat them. He began his treacherous hourney south to Trottingham, a stronghold of the Solar Empire. His head librated, taking in the small town, before looking back south among the expanse of the wide prairie that went past the Hasufel Mountains. He trotted on, getting closer and closer to Trottingham, refusing to look in the westwardly direction, not wanting to look in the direction of the Everfree off in the distance, or even the Allacor Mountains that lay just beyond. It took him a great time to meet up with the trail that meant he was only an hour away from Trottingham, and 20 minutes later, he could hear aerophones playing sad tunes in the distance, a mix of clarinets, flutes and other instruments too. He stared off past Trottingham and Cloudsdale beyond, and he also gazed close up, at the lake he walked next to, The Great Nimbusgait Lakes, where he now went southeast. Needlefish, any fish with the Genus Belonidae, sprang out of the water, showing that the water was fresh to drink. He leaned in, putting his head underwater and taking great gulps of the refreshing water, as well as drenching his body. He shook himself and his mane, before turning and venturing the last few minutes to Trottingham. ((OOC: Get your dictionaries ready, I'm using a random word generator and set it to very uncommon, the second lowest level, and I'm going to make up situations where the word will work. Oh, and if a Solar hasn't posted yet, could you begin in Trottingham and talk to Air Opal? Make sure you mention me in your post.))

"Yes ma'am," Lightning Dust replied, flinging another cloud in the direction of a few chatting pegasi, one that were listed on her form as Somber and Iron Wing. She sent another straight after it, before turning to Spitfire, asking, "How many laps to go before we move on to the next point of order?" She stepped back against the mure behind her, grabbing another cloud and holding on to it. ((OOC: Just so you know, I'm looking up random words in the dictionary and adding them to my posts. If you don't understand the word, which in this case is mure, just go to dictionary.com.))

@, "Sure," Mango Soup said, following Style, who was waiting for the two of them to follow. The refreshment table was only a few meters away, covered in delicacies and delightful drinks, and Mango Soup trotted up to it in front o the other two, and sneakily placed a bowl of lukewarm mango soup at the right end of the table.

@, Mango Soup stood in the middle of a path, not paying attention to her surroundings. She was thinking, which always seemed to zone her out and not pay attention for a while. She snapped to attention and spun around, taking in the sight of a stallion, who called himself Style. "I've been doing okay at this party, a few thoughts ripped me away from it though. My name's Mango Soup." She returned a smile, her thoughts beginning to fade. I just hope my father will heal from that dengue fever, I can't run the farm with my brother without them! Completely pushing them out of her mind, she continued to Style, "I suppose you've been busy?" ((OOC: For those of you who don't know, I'm underlining a random word I looked up in the dictionary.))

Cello Opal took her right hoof, which was already on the mat, and changed it to blue, causing it to be placed right under Krystal, who was now strangely pressed against Sky, who, though an awkward look crossed over his face, didn't jump away and stayed in his position.

Mango Soup, who had met Evergreen on the job when Evergreen had ordered mango soup from her, arrived at the party, a stash of mango soup hidden in her bag, in case of emergency. She now trotted up to the gates to the great garden or magic, and she stood in front on the gate. Moving her head left and right looking for a sign of Evergreen, she spotted her and waved, shouting, "Hey, Evergreen? Can 'ya open the gate?"

((OOC: Krystal Y U NO PLAY AND MAKE STUFF AWKWARD!)) Cello Opal put her right front hoof on blue, smiling tightly. She was disappointed Krystal decided not to play, and now there were only three ponies on the board, not even close to what she would call a macromolecular structure, as three is not even near equal to thousands and thousands of atoms, if they represented atoms. They weren't near bunched together at that moment. ((OOC: The words they make me use. ))

((OOC: I will from now on I will underline the word I am using.)) "Great material! Look at the smooth surface of the mat, it's almost like it's made of foulard!" She was about to step onto the map when Sky interfered. "Do you mean you're gonna spin first? I'm pretty sure we're all gonna be on the map on the same time." She now proceeded with stepping onto a side of the mat, ready for the first spin.

Lightning Dust pulled his hoof back, and sped a cloud in her direction, making way for a direct hit, but she wasn't sure, as she had diverted her attention. A pegasus sped toward one of the crucial pillars that held up the mess hall, and Lightning Dust immediately took action, diving down to the pillar and flying around it at breathtaking speeds, blowing Somber off course, but Somber continued to barrel roll. It would be unfair to the others if he didn't right himself. ((OOC: Night Song gets to choose if it hits her or not.))

@@Krystal, Cello Opal smiled at Krystal more courageous attitude, and she quickly shoveled the balls into their pockets and put the cue in it's spot. "I don't know if I should play or watch, I think I'll just sit by and spin the wheel. Bending is arduous for me, but I might join the second round."

@@Shift, "Spitifire!" Lightning Dust resorted to shouting now. "We've gotta get the ponies started already, no matter how long you have them chat here! Me and Rainbow Dash have already prepared the course, now can you finally send them around the course so we can barrel them with clouds, as rehearsed?"

@, ((OOC: Look at my last post please. Krystal and I have already begun playing pool. Try foosbal or join us. Which might lead to some strange stuff)) Cello Opal shook her head and pointed at the table. "Sorry, we were playing pool since a few minutes now, you can join us or play fusbal, I wouldn't mind, but ask Krystal, just in case." She nodded towards Evergreen and smiled, nodding a greeting. "Evergreen and I have already met before."

@@Krystal, When all the balls sat in their position with the white ball in the rectangle, she took a cue and propped it against the table. "I'll start on this one." She picked her cue up once again and placed the white ball at the side. Measuring the angle of degree, she pulled back and hit the ball with full force, splitting the triangle for a nice table, and the 4 ball was about to wander into one of the holes as another ball barreled into the way and knocked it away. "Didn't make any in, guess it's your turn."

As much as Cello Opal tried to copy the move from earlier, flinging her players across the field, the ball found a loophole and landed in the net. "That comment about pool, I don't mind playing. I'm not that good, but I've played now and then, and I can't say I'm terrible."

Cello Opal frantically pushed her goalkeeper and her defenders in the way and it narrowly edged the keeper's hooves, knocking the ball ever so slightly off it's path and off the edge of the goal. "And so close too," she told her, laughing, launching the ball in Krystal's direction off the left wall once more. ((OOC: Laughing, launching, such similar words.))