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@, One of the mare's eyebrows rose as she inspected the thing that was hitting on her, not entirely sure what it was, but she smiled faintly nonetheless. She'd seen plenty of stuff that would unnerve anypony, and she supposed a spookily grim reaper with a schoolboy crush on her wasn't much worse than anything she'd encountered in her travels. At least he wasn't trying to kill her. Yet. "Beautiful? Hardly," she said, in her soft little voice. She pulled a rose out of her ever-present satchel, an odd one that had petals that glittered like gems. "But you're absolutely right. Roses come with thorns." She held up the glittering flower, inspecting the thorny stem. "Always gotta be careful when handling them. Or you might get pricked." Then, still smiling innocently, she placed it gently behind one ear, and as she brushed her mane out of the way to do so a small poof of dust spawned out of the dirty tangle. Encore descended to find all the others gathered and talking. Noticing Eve already getting chatted up by some kind of spooky wraith, he wandered towards a corner, where he knelt and began to tinker with the contents of his backpack again.

Detrot buzzed with excitement. One of their own, a rather well-known composer, would be fighting in the name of his adopted city, bringing glory to the name of the city of Detrot, which hadn't had much to boast about lately. The citizens had all been positively agog at the news that Encore, that snooty, high-class trumpeter fellow would ever have a desire to fight. After all, to do so he would have to scuff up his shiny hooves a little. Right? Encore had no intentions of scuffing his hooves. At least, not in that crude sense. As he held his head high, and regally processed towards the Coliseum, he checked the contents of his backpack. His prized possessions, and for the purposes of this tournament, his weapons. A trumpet, a violin and bow, and several bags full of a plain black powder. He'd have to thank Eve for the powder later... Wait. Wait. Waitwaitwait no way. Eve was standing at the signup list, just ahead of him. She was such a shy little pony... What was she doing signing up for a tournament like this? The little gold and blue pony standing beside her seemed to be talking her up, talking some confidence into her. Encore smiled. Maybe this would work. By the time Encore had approached the sign-up lists, Evergreen and her friend had departed, the friend towards the grande audience entrance, and Eve towards the smaller side one for competitors. Scribbling his name in large loopy letters right under Eve's tidy scrawl, he followed her into the room for competitors.

John: Get to work. You take the bow from Katniss and captchalogue it. Now her bow is nothing but a picture of a bow on a playing card. You place your mini Alchemiter, mini Totem Lathe and mini Punch Designix. Using these, the first thing you do is to replicate the exact contents of the first card - that is to say to give Katniss an exact replica of her bow back. And you do exactly that. KATNISS' BOW now lies on the Alchemiter's alchemizing platform. You now start combining the original Bow card with various items in your inventory. By combining the BOWSTRING with the LARGE SWEATY TOWEL you get a SAIL! Sweet, exactly what you needed. You just wish you could have made it smell better. By combining the BOW with some one of the BARBASOL BOMBS you made from your dad's shaving cream, you create a BOMBFUSE BOW. You don't think it's a good idea to use this, somehow. For all you know this would literally explode. Maybe if you did this to her arrows, though... By combining the BOW with your BARBER'S BEST FRIEND to create a RAZOR BOWLADE. You think this one will work. Either end of the bow is now as sharp as a razor you might shave with, and can be used as a weapon, as well as as a bow itself. Probably impractical to unstring and carry around with you though. Looks like you can't combine the BOW with your WARHAMMER OF ZILLYHOO. You bet it would make a LONGBOW OF ZILLYWEN or something, but you don't have a Zillion Zillium Grist to put towards creating one. You hand Katniss back her bow, along with her two new ones, and get to work tying up the sail. Before you know it, it's tied, and a breeze comes along, conveniently blowing your boat in the right direction and taking some of the strain off Troy. It really is convenient.

Grandfather Clock laughed, and greeted Equinox as an old friend, batting him lightly on the shoulder and grinning. "Oh, same old, same old," he said, chuckling. "Why don't you go ahead inside? My nieces are already waiting in the Billiard Room, I think. We can catch up later, I think I see another guest coming." Grandfather smiled sadly, took Nox's hoof and shook it. "I've been doing about as well as you could expect from a crotchety old geezer like me," Grandfather said. He looked the mare up and down in one swift glance before saying, "You've grown. How many years has it been now?" Grandfather smiled at the third newcomer, and waved him inside. They would talk later, Clock was catching up with Nox right now.

John: ===> You can't help chuckling a bit. This space guy's correcting you and then making assumptions about you as well. John: well, i'll worry about making sure there's wind once the sail is up. wind's kind of my thing, you know? John: but yeah... John: I feel it too. Something doesn't feel right. You feel like you're being watched. You glance over your shoulder, just to make sure that the Loch Ness Monster or something didn't just show up there randomly.

John: Explain plan. John: i just need to duplicate it, so i can make a sail. the tattooed guy over there says the core's a really long way away, and we can't let troy push us all the way. not when i can power the raft if there's a sail. John: don't worry, you'll get your original bowstring back, safe in sound, in a matter of seconds. heck, i could alchemize a better bow for you, if you'd like.

John: Power raft. Well, as far as you know you can't control the ocean currents. Just the windy kind. You sit down and start poring through the contents of your Sylladex. For some reason, it contains a damp towel that smells vaguely of sweat. You can't really remember why you still have this, but you think you can make it useful now. To the others, it just looks like you're fiddling around in your wallet. Until you pull a damp towel and the big, clunky mechanical Enlarger Dave gave you the code for out of it. You embiggen the damp towel. Maybe you can use the big damp towel as a sail if you tie it up right. Unfortunately, your raft doesn't seem to have any reliable tying materials. You store the Enlarger back in your Wallet fetch modus. No point leaving it out, it'll just take water damage. John: Acquire rope. @@Rainbow Eclipse, Still holding the rediculously large and smelly towel, you turn to your new friend Katniss. She said she's an archer, and bows have string, right? Maybe you can borrow some. John: Hey... Katniss? Can I borrow your bowstring for a second? I'll be super-careful with it.

OOC: http://mlpforums.com/topic/108761-when-the-clock-stops-ooc/page-2#entry3045193 The two mares walked alone up a lonely road. The sun continued its lazy descent down the sky to their backs as they walked along the open, and as far as they could tell, bare, road. At least it was a beautiful day, the younger of the two thought. The breeze whistled cheerfully through the tulips of the fields they traveled through. The birds sang, and the clouds drifted far above. As they neared their destination, the sounds of life seemed to soften, and as they knocked upon the large gates at the wall of their host, the sounds died away completely. The two brisk knocks of the older sister rang, echoing throughout the almost tangible silence that seemed to rest over the manor, a lonely gong sounding the decision of fate. As the gate swung open silently, the younger mare almost shuddered. It was always rather... eerie. Always an unusual experience to come and visit Great-Great-Great Grandfather Clock. Grandfather Clock. The young man who stood inside the open gates looked nothing like one who ought to be called Grandfather, but appearances are always decieving. The wise beige pony had thick golden locks that ought to have turned grey or fallen out long ago. The only clues that this pony was not the youthful stallion he appeared to be were the way he was slightly hard-of-hearing, and his eyes. His eyes, which were deep and tired, and spoke the experience of a dozen lifetimes. As they recognized the visitors, the tired eyes of Grandfather Clock lit up, and he embraced his nieces with open arms. "Sunny! Moony! It's been far too long!" Taking a step back, he looked at them with a shrewd eye. "Last we met you were naught but little fillies! I must say, you both have grown up into beautiful young mares. Why, if I were your age..." Letting this tangent trail away, Grandfather Clock began chuckling at the embarrassed looks on their faces, winked, and stepped back to let them in. The manor Grandfather Clock inhabited seemed to have been taken out of time itself, which it probably actually had been. The grass didn't rustle despite the wind outside the fence, and no dust poofed up around Sunburst's and Moonstruck's hooves as they trotted up the dirt driveway. The manor itself looked almost neogothic in design, with tall spires, high arches, and many balconies. A small fence lay near the corner of the house, bordering what the sisters knew to be the tombstone of Clock's wife, Chime. Looking at the way Clock's eyes seemed to linger on the tombstone a bit longer than anywhere else as they looked about the yard, Sunburst hesitantly spoke. "You still miss her." It was not a question. "You still perform vigil?" "Every night." Clock didn't deny. "Nevermind that, fillies. You're here to enjoy your visit. Go ahead inside, maybe wait in the Billiard Room, the Trophy Room or the Bar Room while you wait for the others to come visit." Taking her younger sister's hoof, Sunburst nodded and led Moonstruck inside, as Clock remained outside to welcome visitors. However, they did pause just inside the front door, just to watch their Grandfather bustle about. He had a tendency to pace, and they always worried about his wellbeing and health, even though they knew it would never really be a problem for him.

John: Listen to Katniss. @@Rainbow Eclipse, Okay. Although you don't really think you have much to say on the subject. You listen politely to her story anyways. You think it sounds pretty cool. It might make a cool movie one day. You decide not to share that thought. John: Pester Troy. PesterChum doesn't work that way in real life, silly. But okay. You'll talk to this Troy fellow. John: well, it's this game called sburb. my friends and i got the beta for it. i don't recommend playing it though. not unless your world is already doomed, because it kind of caused the earth to end. ever seen armageddon starring bruce willis? it was kinda like that, but times like six, and with a notable lack of heroic bruce willis astronauts to save everybody. John: Realize where you are. Well, you're on a raft in the middle of an endless ocean now. Figuring out where you are isn't going to be too much fun. The purple necklace that king dude gave you isn't glowing very brightly. You're obviously nowhere near where you need to be. And on a planet you figure is called the Land of Rafts and Seas (LORAS), most of the wheres that are the anywhere you need to be are underwater. John: we're going to have to swim?

John: Try not to chuckle. @@Rainbow Eclipse, You fail spectacularly. After you decide to stop chuckling, you decide it would be at least decent of you to correct that mistaken view. John: sorry, it's just... i know it sounds silly, but there's not really medieval at all about skaia. it'd probably all take too long to explain properly though. maybe if we find the time sometime i can tell you the whole story. You end up just kind of staring at Katniss awkwardly. It really is nice to see another human being. You guess the some of the trolls aren't completely repugnant. Some of them are even not completely unattractive. But there's something reassuring about the fact that there are humans that still exist outside of your group of friends and your dancestors, even if they aren't in your universe most of the time.

John: Explain the game. John: was i really the only one who heard that spooky voice earlier? like when we all got here? it said something about alternate realities or something. John: and heir of breath is my title. my god tier. everyone's got a title. like my buddy karkat's a knight of blood, and my friend rose is a seer of light. there are a bunch of different titles. we were all normal people when we started playing the game, and then we fought bad guys and climbed the echeladder and stuff, and then that spider troll tricked me into dying on my quest bed. when i woke up, i was wearing these nifty pajamas, and i had this windy thing i could do. i've gotten a lot better at controlling the wind now i've been doing it for a while.

Well, I don't know... It came with accompanying video, and video's pretty tough to fake. And Nintendo's response pretty much confirms it the rest of the way in my eyes. I'm not really upset if Ice Climbers didn't make it back in. Although I wouldn't really be surprised. I don't know whether they've actually had any new games since NES or N64.

John: ===> @@Rainbow Eclipse, @, John: my name's john! erm... You pause. This is probably one of those more formal occasions. John: john egbert. heir of breath. sooooo, i guess we're from different dimensions or something? :B The second half of this conversation was directed towards both your new friend Katniss and this spooky tattooed wizard guy with horns who walked up. John: i've been to space. it's nothing really special, though. the planets are far more interesting. then again, i've never stood on a galaxy before. usually i just sorta float around.

John: Acknowledge stranger. @@Rainbow Eclipse, Huh. Looks like that archer girl wants to talk to you anyway. Unfortunately, you really have no idea where you are either. You could at least try to answer though. It would be pretty rude not to. John: i dunno. space, i guess? i mean, we're standing on an entire galaxy. i didn't know you could, but i guess galaxies come in all different shapes in sizes. it makes sense. if galaxies can come small enough to put on a cat's collar like in the first men in black movie, i don't see why there couldn't be one dense enough for us to stand on. John: ... John: if we're really in space, i wonder how there's air for us to breathe right now though. we're not in skaia, so it's not like there should be any provided to us for plot convenience.

John: Ignore the newcomers. In spite of yourself, you take a look at the others, who, like you, have appeared out of nowhere. They both look about your age. One of them has a stylish green hat that reminds you a bit of the hood on your own God Tier Pajamas, and the other one looks a little haunted. Like those guys from the movies who just got back from wars and stuff to find that everything's changed. There are a lot of movies like that. You guess you can sympathize with them now. That big, shadowy dude seems to be demanding your attention. You guess you may as well pay attention to him. Doesn't look like either the guy with the cool hat or the girl with the bow are too chatty at the moment. ... Something something something threat to the multiverse seals to their realities champions of their reality. Sounds like the cliche opening monologue to all the coolest space movies.

I don't get why you're complaining, personally. @Flytee's right, these are totally Filly Rarity.

I have some headcanons, I guess. Neither of my YouTubes are particularly active at the moment, though, so sharing my channels wouldn't do anyone much of anything. Guess I could still share anyway if you want.

That's exactly how DLC is supposed to be done. ^.^ Oh! Mariokart discussion. That's right. My Nintindo Network ID is "Descant". We should play sometime, random brony reader of forums.

Yeah, we've been discussing that. I'm super excited. I love Legend of Zelda.

Okay. This actually made me LOL. Yeah, I guess some of those hairs are a little bit frumpy. A for Affort, though.