private Cold Winter Nights [1x1 with Bronislav84 ](IC RP)

[LordSwinton 759]

@@bronislav84

 

OOC:http://mlpforums.com/topic/118732-1x1-with-bronislav84/

 

It was a bitterly cold winter. The land was blanketed with thick inches of pure white snow. The wind howled liked a wild timberwolf.

 

Everypony stayed in their cozy home, keeping their oives toasty. None dared to venture out into the cold. The town was empty, not a soul to be seen.

 

In the outskirts of town, a pony too old to be a colt, too young to be a stallion was trudging through the snow, braving the harsh winter weather. Having ran away from school and stole onto a train, he was miles and miles from home and all in his own with no familiar faces and no one to turn to.

 

In the distance, he spotted a hut with his blurry vision. Joy leapt in his heart. Shelter, he thought, I need shelter. This motivated him to move faster though he had begun to loose sensation in his hooves and they were wobbly and unstable like a plate of jelly, barely able to support him.

 

He dragged himself to the doorstep and knocked the door repetitively, banging it harder and harder each time, desperately waiting for an answer.

Edited January 11, 2015 by Swinton

[LordSwinton 759]

"Could I please stay till the storm blows over? I promise I won't be a nuisance. Please?" He stammered, lips peeling, cracked and bleeding, doing his best pleading eyes though there wasn't a need to, he was already quite a sight to behold. "My name is Starchase."

 

The breeze of heat returned sensation to his hooves little by little. Though it did feel weird having an automatic broom sweep around him and answering to a robot, he wasn't about to complain.

 

The warmth of the room was a pleasant temperature, as if nature had decided to reward him for dragging himself miles through the snow. It was then he realized he was exhausted. He hasn't had a proper meal for days. The adrenaline was leaving him. He felt himself crashing to the ground, his hooves failing him.

 

"Sorry" He mumbled, trying valiantly to pick himself up. He gave up and sat on the floor. He felt dizzy and nauseous as though the room was spinning wildly out of control. It became hard for him to even hold his head up. He could feel black spots invading his vision, an unwelcomed sight. He didn't know what happened next as he suddenly blacked out.

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Starchase felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He could feel warmth enveloping him like a cacoon. It felt so good he didn't even want to get up. Twitching his nose, he smelt food.

 

Still rather reluctant to actually wake up, he shifted about. Then he noticed the bed was a bit...off. It felt so awfully hard it was like sleeping on the hard wood floor in his dorm. This irked him. He was used to sleeping on his rather spingy but comfortable bed with his feather filled pillow and stuffed piglet. Not that he would ever admit to the last one. Hamlet was to remain a secret. Only 3 ponies knew about it, his parents and the housemaid. 4 if you count the classmate that walked in one him once.

 

Fluttering his eyelids, he cracked open an eye, still blurry. Almost immediately, both his blurry eyes were wide open. He couldn't believe them. He really had died and gone to who knows where. In front of him sat a golden mare? He was still adjusting to the light but he couldid feel the heat radiating from her like the sun. He had a stupidly content look on his face like an idiot.

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"My name is Starchase, Miss." He sniffled, putting down the spoon by the bowl. Generally, Starchase did not enjoy instant food or any kind escpecially oats but he was absolutely famished! But it did not make him forget his finely honed table manners. He chewed his food in a calmed and composed manner before swallowing unlike a starved pony he is. He had his standards.

 

"I'm sorry if I'm being an inconvenience, Miss. I didn't mean to distract you from your most important work." He gave her the big sorry eyes as he ate.

 

He tried not to sniffle or sneeze as he ate. Even though it was no longer freezing cold, he felt irritable and sleepy. He definately had a cold. A bad one at that. He wished he could snuggle up in a bed with a hot water bottle and a certain piglet.

 

"May I inquire what that is, Miss?" Starchase pointed at the robot. He'd seen robots in school before for science projects and hobbies but nothing like that. He couldn't really make out what it looked like. It reminded him of a toaster, but of course he'd never tell her that.

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"Thank you for your concern, Miss. I believe I am fine now, thanks to your care. For that I am deeply grateful." Starchase bowed his head slightly, giving a small apologetic smile. He'd never been near mares much, he wasn't sure how to please them, there was always nasty rumors from the seniors about how nasty they could be but this mare seemed alright,she was nice to him. He got up on his wobbly hooves, barely able to stand on his own.

 

"Good...robot? Hello, Sparky." He cooed, he had a feeling it didn't like him. Maybe he'd get one when he got out of school. A real puppy. He was never really good with inanimate objects, like the pet rock whose name shall not be mentioned. He quite liked the little hut with all its funny little machines, not seen anywhere else. He was highly impressed with her level of skill.

 

"Yes, I would like to see your creations, Miss. No doubt they must be astounding like this...Sparky here. I've never seen such advanced mechanical contraptions in all of my travels in Equestria." He hoped she liked him, or he might get kicked out and sent back to boarding.

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"Sure...Lektra," He blushed lightly. First name basis, he wondered if that meant something. Probably not. "I would be honored."

 

He watched in awe as Sparky dusted the stairs as they descended. He had seen an automated duster but Sparky was really something. "Good Sparky!" He praised the multi functional pet.

 

He was shocked by the state of the basement. The labs at school were always strictly kept neat and tidy, not a nut, bolt or spanner out of place. This was a stark contrast. It was beyond any sort of mess he'd ever seen. He supposed there was a method to this madness. She was on a whole different level after all.

 

"How curious. What is that oven? What does that suppose to do?" It seemed deceptively simple like any other oven but he could tell it wasn't complete as its guts seemed to be on the table. He stood by the inventing table, eyeing the invention. He could feel the soft heated air blown out of the heater, it seemed to have followed them downstairs. He wished it was more widely available. It would make life a lot more convenient.

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"How do you come up with all these? They're simply fascinating!" He asked curiously while slightly shrinking back from it as the hand did surprise him more than it scared it. He watched Sparky dispose of the papers in the corner of his eye. Why was he not surprised. The mechanical pet could do seemingly anything and everything. "You could be the richest mare in all of Equestria if you ever mass marketed these. It would make a world of difference. But what's the fun in that. I suppose a creation is a more personal object, no?" He cracked a smile.

 

One could never put a price tag on art. In a way, these somewhat kooky inventions were a work of art, there were no defined borders when it came to it. Granted it is not a gallery piece by any means but it did carry itself with much sophistication. "Your folks must be awfully proud of you!" He laughed lightly but gave a quick sniffle and a cleared his throat. His head had cleared up significantly since he woke up. He felt like he had a clearer head than before and he wanted to know more, about the inventions and her.

Edited February 10, 2015 by Swinton

[LordSwinton 759]

"I suppose Sparky here is a personal pet. It sure beats those stupid hard rocks that people have the guts and shear gall to market as a companion for sure." He laughed. He hated those. Which is why he once threw it out the window and it got him in trouble. A rock is a rock and nothing but a rock. And he preferred if it stayed that way.

 

"Doesn't it ever get lonely here?" He asked. He hoped she wasn't offended. Or worse...He didn't want to be kicked out. "I mean, no offense to Sparky here, I bet he's a great companion, but this location is rather far from town being in the outskirts and all." He sort of regret asking that. He was internally slapping himself for it. He tried to shift the subject back to her work.

 

"Your line of work is rather precise and highly specialized, what inspired you to do this? Surely you didn't just wake up one day and found out you wanted to do this for the rest of your life. What's your motivation? What drives you to do all this amazing machinery?" He looked closely at the difference bits and bobs around the room. They must've taken up lots of her time. He for one knew he didn't have the determination to do this sort of thing. And he was lazy.

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"I'll keep that in mind." He mumbled as he stared warily at Sparky. He was all to aware of how close he had been to having a chuck of his hind hoof forcibly ripped off. Who knew Sparky could be so violent, he sure didn't. "Sorry, Sparky. I offer my most humble apologies. In no way or manner did I intend to insult you." He hoped he didn't hold grudges but he might sleep with one eye open just in case.

 

"Yes, sleep,to perchance a dream, of course. I'm deeply sorry to have kept you awake, Lektra." He apologized as he followed behind her numbly. It excited him that she allowed him to stay and he was grateful she was a decent pony and not some deranged psychopath that could haved chopped him into pieces when he was cold and out. He was staying at a proper house with a proper bed. WITH A MARE. It didn't bother him much but if his parents caught wind of this, he'd most likely have his head on a pike. A silver pike. He didn't know what the fuss was about ponies gossip all the time, especially among the higher circles. The rumor mill never stops anyway.

 

"Goodnight, Lektra." He bid her sweet dreams.

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Waking up with toasty hooves and beneath a warm blanket, Starchase legitimately thought he was at home. He was about to yell out for his mother before he realized this wasn't his home and he wasn't in his room. Sighing, he pulled the blanket up over his head and curled into a ball. He didn't want to get out of the comfortable bed. He wanted to snuggle up into a warm spot and go back to his land of dreams.

 

Drowsy, he got up on rather wobbly hooves to the bathroom to freshen up. The loss of warmth hit him like a strong blast of winter. It wasn't cold and he found himself adapting to the room temperature. Seeing himself in the mirror, he looked miserable and droopy. As he descended down the stairs, he held on tightly to the railing, feeling rather dizzy. He felt a great deal better than yesterday when she found him on her doorstep but he was far from full health.

 

"Good morning, Lektra!" He tried not to yawned. "And you too Sparky." He added on after a second thought. He didn't want to b rude. Truth be told he was rather worried that she'd tell him to leave.