Glitch

Glitch gasped. "You really do?" he breathlessly asked. Before the masked pony could provide an answer, Glitch threw his arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. "Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" he cried before awkwardly pulling away. "Heh, sorry. Now, you wouldn't happen to have access to a cloud-walking spell now, would you?"

Glitch facehoofed and annoyedly sighed, embarassed. He then remembered his mission and rushed over to the snack table, pushing his way towards the muffins, to the chagrin of everyone in line. Glitch snagged a few muffins from the table and put them on a plate. He then bolted towards Twilight, interrupting her conversation with Cheerilee. "Twilight," he exasperatedly said, "I need to borrow your hot-air balloon. Don't ask. I also need a spell that allows me to walk on clouds. Don't ask about that as well." Glitch anxiously waited for a response.

47 was relieved, although you couldn't tell by looking at him. He was glad that little pest Yasuke had finally got the fight he wanted so badly. 47 was more than happy to get a break from his prattle. He was also interested in what the Doctress could do with those reality-shattering daggers. He turned and watched the fight intently.

Oh man, I did not expect that to happen, at least not this early. I'm actually a little disheartened right now. I don't usually use emoticons, but I feel that a :'( is in order.

Glitch gawked at the sight of Derpy running away. He felt a lump in his throat and his vision being clouded with tears as his love flew away into the sky. Glitch didn't swear much, but he felt that this moment was an exception. "Shit." Glitch ran into town, desperately trying to find Derpy or at least a way to get to her. He rushed around Ponyville, attempting in vain to locate a way up. Each and every time he asked, he was turned away, marked as crazy, or both. After trying and trying, Glitch collapsed on the ground in sorrow and cried. He hadn't cried this much since he was a kid. He was so angry, so heartbroken, so frustrated at Derpy leaving him. Glitch wanted to be with her forever. He wiped the tears from his eyes, looked around, and saw the answer. Glitch saw two places: Sugarcube Corner and Golden Oaks Library. He then remembered three very important things: One: Twilight Sparkle lived in Golden Oaks. Two: She had access to both a spell that would allow him to stand on clouds and a hot air balloon. Three: Just because Derpy wasn't allowed in Sugarcube Corner didn't mean he wasn't. With that in mind, Glitch bolted up the stairs of Sugarcube Corner and nearly bucked the door off its hinges. He sprinted towards the pony at the register and slammed his bits on the table. "Give me a dozen muffins," he ordered, "stat."

47 was unimpressed at Yusuke's spiteful crack at him. He breathed out an annoyed sigh. "I am not interested in a romantic relationship," he monotonusly explained, "and I was merely observing you, like I was with the other competitors. I did so because I was intriuged at your capabilites in combat."

47's eyes widened in surprise when the dummy was reduced to cinders and the floor beneath it destroyed. He amended his previous mental note about Yusuke, it now saying direct confrontation with him should be avoided, lest 47 wanted to get incinerated.

47 took his eyes away from the fight to look at the competitors. Apparently, Yusuke had brought an assaut rifle with him. 47 took note of that and wondered how he had not seen the gun. He then looked over to the new arrival, the woman called River Song. She claimed to be a professor, but she did not look like the scholarly type. She instead looked more like a woman of action. Clutched in River's hand was a steel rod with a glowing red tip. 47 wondered how it would help her in the battles to come.

47 looked over at the newly returned winner, Alex. The first match was over, and a victor had been declared. That meant that two new competitors would most certainly be chosen. 47's hands twitched instinctively towards the Silverballers, and his senses immediately sharpened, preparing for the moment he got picked.

47 looked at the new arrival, a young man by the name of Yusuke Urameshi. He was currently engaged in a conversation with the old man, his name recently revealed to 47 to be Albus Dumbledore. Urameshi acted similarly to the longcoated swordsman and Spider-Man: cocky and smug. 47 felt he was like a problem child at a school; however, he was physically fit, and 47 did not write him off immediately.

47 walked into the training ground. It was a white void, completely empty save for multiple black targets posted at various ranges throughout the room. In the middle of the room was a rack of various rifles, pistols, machine guns, shotguns, and sniper rifles, boxes of ammo posted around it. 47 walked forwards and observed the gun rack before selecting the Walther WA2000 and stepping away. He faced one of the targets. 47 deployed the WA2000's bipod and set it down on the ground. He shed his jacket and pulled out a single Silverballer. He let it hang by his side. 47 took a deep breath and focused. He then snapped his hand forward, quickly aimed the Silverballer at the target, and fired two rounds. They had found their marks, one in the chest, one in the head. 47 pulled out the second Silverballer and did the same. Identical action, identical result; only this time, there were two in the chest and two in the head. Satisfied with his work, 47 holstered the two pistols and picked up the WA2000. Turning to a target further away, he lay down on the ground and looked through the scope. He aimed for the target's head, held his breath, and squeezed the trigger. Headshot. Content with his performance, 47 stood up, collected his jacket, picked up the WA2000, and exited the training room.

47 looked on, stone-faced. So those were their names, he thought as the pegasus and human were taken to the abandoned city that would act as their arena. He supposed they made sense; Spider-Man had motifs related to spiders on his jumpsuit, while Rainbow Dash was colored like the sky and a rainbow. He watched and waited for the fight to begin.

47 took a look at his opponents and observed them. They were a myriad of men, women, and other beings, not all of them dangerous-looking. One of them, a woman with a pair of daggers and a revolver, was discussing something with an old, bearded man clad in silver robes. The old man did not seem to pose any sort of threat, but 47 made a mental note to watch out for the woman. Another, a young boy by the looks of it, had a helmet on his head and some sort of device attached to his left arm. He looked deadly serious. 47 didn't want to hurt him, but if push came to shove, so be it. There were two men who looked like they were pulled from the Middle Ages. One was long-haired, bearded, and wore chain-mail armor, a leather vest, and a green cloak. He had a broadsword with him. The other wore a horned helmet and leather armor. He also had a sword, but he brought a shield with him as well. 47 decided that they were easy targets, for he had ranged weaponry. However, he made a note to steer clear from close combat with those two. 47 noticed another swordwielder. He was wearing a red leather longcoat and had an enormous sword sheathed on his back, and he was walking around like it was nothing more than a pebble. However, 47 noticed a weakness he could exploit: his personality. He was cocky, too cocky. Sooner or later, he would slip up. And that was when 47 would strike. 47 looked over to see a muscular man in a red-and-blue spandex jumpsuit with a spider on the chest. He looked like he came from a comic book and was like the longcoat-wearing swordsman: overconfident. However, 47 didn't want to tackle him head on: he assumed those muscles weren't just padding. There was also the matter of the gigantic soldier in green, metal armor. 47 was genuinely unnerved, even though it was slight. Unfortunately for the soldier, he had left his neck exposed under his helmet. 47 moved on to the odder competitors. One had all of his clothes some shade of blue, along with his hair. There was also a short, stout blob dressed in a mask, cape, and shoulder pads, despite not having any shoulders. In his spherical hands was a golden sword. And lastly, a cerulean pegasus with mane the color of the rainbow. She had a tattoo of a cloud with rainbow-colored lighting coming out of it. 47 decided that, with all of these competitors, this tournament would certainly be... interesting.

"Oh no, not again!" Glitch anxiously thought. "Does this involve me?" He wasn't sure what to do. Mentally, Glitch began to freak out and worry about Derpy. He then took in a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. Glitch, now relaxed, reached out to Derpy and pulled the gray pegasus into a tight hug. "Derpy," he said, "whatever it is, you can tell me. I won't freak out, you can rest assured." Glitch grinned understandingly. "I promise you that."

47 did a double take as he saw the letter on the nearby table. He had just finished dealing with his target, a corrupt judge by the name of Duncan Valentine, and had just hid the body when the letter appeared. 47 picked it up, time seemingly slowing to a halt as he did, and read it. "The winner however, will be granted strength beyond belief..." 47 raised a quizzical eyebrow. He was intrigued by the letter, though you couldn't tell by looking at his face. If the letter wasn't lying, an insurmountable amount of power was ready to be won, and something like that could enhance his already incredible skill at his job. There did not seem to be any trace of ill will behind the letter, despite the subject matter. He neatly folded the letter back up, placed it in its envelope, and put the envelope back onto the table. "I accept," he said simply. A portal suddenly opened nearby. He checked his gear, making sure everything was in place, and calmly walked into the portal.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am ready for this to start. I've read up on my character, got his strengths and weaknesses down, memorized his arsenal, and I'm ready to kick some interdimensional ass. Let's bring it.

Waaait a sec, I just had a thought. Half-Note, where would these battles take place? Because we need this to take place somewhere, y'know.

Glitch walked out of the hospital, his back feeling like somepony had dropped a boulder on it. He was a bit shocked to learn that Derpy had fractured his spine. Glitch was in awe of the destructive power of the gray pegasus. He made a note in the back of his head to watch out for any glomps. His stomach rumbled, and he realized that it was about time for a snack. "So," Glitch said, "how about we go to Sugarcube Corner? My treat."

Sweet. I call dibs on Agent 47! His assassin skills will surely win me the tournament! So, how does this RP work, exactly?

This looks cool. Can I join, Half Note? As macabre as this is going to sound, I want to be a certain someone from Hitman. The game, not the comic by Garth Ennis.

Glitch lay down on the grass after the the grass after the kiss Derpy gave him. He was flooded with joy, shock, love, and a little bit of pain. He stayed there on the ground, perfectly still, with an enormous grin on his face. "She glomped me," he thought. "She really glomped me." He tried to get up, only for a sharp pain in his side to object. Apparently something really had cracked. Glitch winced. He lay back down and dare not move. "So," he said with a tinge of pain in voice, "when can I see you again?"

Glitch was, in a word, confuzzled. Apparently, Derpy was so, well, derpy, that Diamond Dogs made it a point to not capture her. It was kind of cool, kind of cute, and kind of scary all at the same time. He decided that it was best for him to ignore that and walk away. Glitch winced as he heard the Dogs moan in pain. He helped Derpy up and led her out of the Everfree Forest. "So, Derpy," he said as they left the forest, "was that a... um, a date?" "PleasesayitwaspleasesayitwasPLEASESAYITWAS!" he thought.

The last post that I replied to: And the last post I made: Glitch hugged Derpy back and felt her forelegs wrap around him. He felt on top of the world, like he could do anything. Glitch was never very lucky in love, his shyness typically getting the better of him, so for this to happen to him was like a miracle. The two let each other go, where they stood around, smiling at each other. Glitch found himself getting hypnotized again by Derpy's eyes. "Ah, to heck with it," he thought, "might as well." Glitch grinned, leaned in, and kissed her.

Glitch hugged Derpy back and felt her forelegs wrap around him. He felt on top of the world, like he could do anything. Glitch was never very lucky in love, his shyness typically getting the better of him, so for this to happen to him was like a miracle. The two let each other go, where they stood around, smiling at each other. Glitch found himself getting hypnotized again by Derpy's eyes. "Ah, to heck with it," he thought, "might as well." Glitch grinned, leaned in, and kissed her.

"Whoa!" Glitch exclaimed. He lifted Derpy's hoof out of the tree using his magic and observed her foreleg. A few cuts, but nothing serious. "It's fine," he reassured her, "you'll live." Glitch then gently placed her hoof back down on the ground. Glitch then found himself looking into Derpy's wonderfully wonky eyes, and he couldn't help but smile.