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((OOC http://mlpforums.com/topic/110032-casual-stroll-an-introductionary-roleplay-around-ponyville-open-for-all/#entry3092621)) The crisp morning air went through the town of Ponyville as the day began it's usual rhythm. Early rising ponys awakened and yawningly began on their day ahead of everypony else, preparing the shops and dutys that had to be done before the buzzing life began in the currently scarce town. The smell of baked goods and the far in between sound of hoofs slowly marching on the vacant ground began to mix in the air and give a sense of life awakening a little by little after yet another sleepy night passing by. For the inhabitants of the town it was a day like many others, but who was to say what the day would bring? Perhaps some things, or some ponys, would make this day stand out amongst the peaceful ones that had passed? Alas, the time was not for questions. The workers had their things to attend before the general populace would arise and little time to do it in, leaving the thought unsaid as they began their daily tasks and a low hum of activity started of the day.
https://mlpforums.com/topic/182250-ooc-fallout-equestria-balefire-blues/ "Helloooooooo, Wasteland! How's the weather out there? Heh, probably just as overcast as usual, but hey, don't let that getcha down! It's your all-time favorite pone, with a nose for the news and the tunes to shake those blues... and hey, if there's anything worth tellin', you'd better believe that good ol' DJ Pon3 has the latest word on it! And as long as I'm able, there'll be transmissions galore!" "Now, for all you cats and kittens out there, we've got a lovely little number here from waaaaaaaay back in the day - y'know, when the sun was shining, the grass was green, and folks didn't keep trying to stare each other down over an ancient box of dehydrated apples! And hey, this one goes out to that poor soul wandering the wastes without a friend in the world - might be you, might be someone you know, might be someone you meet tomorrow! Who knows! But still, even if you keep your hoof on your pistol, try to keep an open mind too..." "After all... the one who doesn't shoot you today... just might save your flank tomorrow!" Fallout : Equestria Balefire Blues Tacotue was just another shitty outpost, out in the middle of Bumblefuck, Equestria. It had its' shitty little ramshackle shacks, its' shitty little shambles-of-a-building that could laughably be called a store, its' shitty little townsfolk and its' shitty little sign that proclaimed the name of this Celestia-forsaken place. The sign had once been something bigger, and the building it was in front of had the word 'cafeteria' on it... but it was the words on the sign, proclaiming 'TACO TUE-', with scorchmarks past the last word, that seemed to make this shitty little place even worth stopping into - they still lit up at night, as if irradiated or something, and could be seen over the flat plains for miles. Luckily, one of these shitty little shacks was, more or less, a bar. It was counted as such because of the elderly-looking mare behind the counter who apparently had some sort of illicit still hidden somewhere in town; it was warm and it was occasionally slightly irradiated, but there was most certainly alcohol available here. The mare called it 'cider', but it had about as much apple in it as a plasma rifle clip - still, it did the job, and was occasionally somewhat tasty. Other than that, there wasn't much else to look at. A population of about twenty, a pile of refuse from before the war that smelled like burnt fur and wet feces, and a rusted-out hulk of what was once a train that now made up a semi-wall of almost-protection... and honestly? That was about it. Out front of the 'cafe' was one of the residents, an Earth Pony named Hot Seat, who had brought out his shitty little transistor radio and parked his flank on the front steps. He'd managed to get his hooves on one of the 'cider' drinks, and was sipping at it while he idly listened to the tinny sound of the music belching from the single working speaker. It was a dreary day... of course, with the constant cloud cover above, it was always a dreary day.
[OOC thread can be found here.] [Based in an alternate Earth.] Throughout history, the study of magic has been looked down upon. Many denied its very existence due to how rare it was for people to have the ability to wield it. However, in recent decades, the existence of magic became scientifically indisputable fact, as the world's population has quickly grown to the point where thousands of magic users exist around the world, even though only about one in every million people can use magic. Many people were hurt and killed by magic-wielders in the early days of modern magic, due to the fact that very few of them could properly control and direct their powers. Sponsored by a international government initiative, a powerful young man named Gabriel Lazel founded a school for users of magic, hiring many of his own magic-wielding acquaintances and friends as staff and calling in favours from many others to establish contact with secretive magical communities around the world. The school's name? Salem University. Years passed, and more and more magic-wielders of incredibly diverse abilities flocked to the school, eager to learn more about the control of their often-unstable powers and, in many cases, eager to escape the societal rejection that came with such singular abilities. Students from all cultures, nationalities, and ethnic backgrounds were accepted equally there, not all even entirely human, as in the case of the Pelajae - a race of human-like animals that have developed alongside humankind as allies for millennia [yes, this means anthros are possible to roleplay; please address any objections to @Arid_Blitz, c/o MLP Forums thank you for using Duality Blame Redirection have a nice day]. Due to the vast diversity of the student body, however, there were many incidents of conflict between those of contrasting culture, which sometimes even lead to outright brawls. After a particularly savage incident involving a frenzied magical blast that severely injured twelve bystanders and killed both the fighting sophomores, it was decided that a duelling system be formally implemented, whereby students could fight to settle disputes, defend their honour, or simply test their combat prowess on each other. Such events took place in a specially-designed and -enchanted duelling ring, overseen by a select board of impartial teachers and students to prevent cheating and, in certain cases, provide protection from injuries in excess of what they considered reasonable given the circumstances of the duel in question. It was just such a duel in which Principal Lazel was tragically killed, mere weeks after the twentieth anniversary of his founding of the school was celebrated with a grand gala. Police reported simply that he engaged with an unknown opponent in the master-sorcerer duelling ring, which resulted in his death. Nothing more was known. No culprit was identified. Lazel's close friend, Lilith Plowse, was named his successor as principal. Under her wise leadership, the school expanded considerably over the next several years, requiring additional dorm blocks (at least one for each general category of magic wielded by students), classrooms, and even an on-site mall to be constructed. As the new school year comes upon the school, arriving students are becoming acquainted with their transformed environment and older students are preparing their minds for another year of study.
This RP is open and the OOC can be found: Here The Kingdom of Seasons has returned. The prior rules known only in legend had been gone for many moons. Fate and Chronos had passed into the hourglass of time and mirror of fate. These elements now controlled the seasons of summer and fall as their owners once did along with the fates of all that walked and the timeline. Chronos and his wife Fate had passed into these object in order to preserve their kingdom in stasis from the wicked King Sombra. In their place, their children aspects of winter/death and potential/spring now ruled. Coming out of their hybernative state they took a few moons to get their bearings and then realized they must renew contact with the Princesses Celestia and Luna. Thanos was taller than his sister. His coat a deep black and his cutiemark a set of crossed bones over an hourglass. His mane and tail were tinged with silver and purple and his eyes seemed to be a deep violet. He carried himself in a dignified but slightly sad manner. He was often silent unless he had something of importance to say. His roles mean he always felt when things passed from one world to the next and that he had to attend to those that needed help. Coming into this role was difficult for him and part of what he sought to understand on this trip to Canterlot. Arete was a light hay color and looked perpetually like a filly in facial features due to her being an aspect of the spring and thus new life/potential. Her shorter then average height and slightness of feature was a source of sibling teasing that maddened her. Her cutiemark was a leaf inside of a loom. Her mane and tail were a light blue that matched her eyes. She loved helping ponies reach their best self and it saddened her to see her brother struggle in his role. She hated leaving her home but she knew her brother needed to reconnect with the rest of Equestria and thus accompanied him on the journey. As their hooves touch down on the streets of Canterlot they appeared to make a rather large stir. They were unaware of how long had passed since their kingdom was in stasis to protect them. For they were under the impression that it was only a few years. They expected that they were known in the Kingdom and that they were expected to give an account to Celestia and Luna. But by the startled looks they were getting it appeared that it might have been much longer. The did not know how their kingdom had faded from memory or how their parents magic had kept their duties running this entire time. That was why the spell took them from this world. Too much magic went into it. Their maps appeared useless and Thanos was starting to cause ponies to back away from them as the more self-conscious he got the colder the air around him felt. There is nothing like the chill that the reaper of ponies can generate when he forgets to control his magic. He truly hoped that Luna could teach him how to be a gentle darkness like the good dreams the night could bring. His sister tried to create a feeling of hope and relax Thanos but even she was lost. She knew enough that the royal voice of command would only cause everypony to panic. So she spoke softly. " I am Princess Arete from the Kingdom of Seasons. We are looking to meet with Princesses Luna and Celestia. Is there anypony that can point us in their direction? "