private First Words [Roleplay]

[Ashen Pathfinder 16,161]

@@Professor Annabella

 

Pathfinder could only blink as his mind tried to register what had just occurred at that moment. For a few moments his hoof had been touching the hoof of another pony; a mare to be precise. A rather cute looking mare to be even more precise. She pulled hers away first and had look fairly flustered from the encounter. He was speechless himself as the mare could only ramble on from what appeared to be shock, embarrassment, and maybe something else.

 

As he mind tried to recover, the golden mare tried to apparently recover as well. She had tried to speak, but she could barely get anything out. A few words did stand out though; a couple that made his cheeks flush with red.

 

"Di-did she say...sinlgle...and pregnant? Single," he thought to himself as the mare covered her mouth; also blushing. As it looked like she had calmed herself down, he sighed and smiled at her. He had to admit; she was cute and his own cheeks were still a little red.

 

"N-no, it's all right! I...uh...well, you see, I'm not over-protective like that. These things tend to happen so...so...everything is fine. I mean yeah I'm single too and-I didn't mean to say that...I mean...yeah...s-sorry," he managed; sweating a little from nervousness.

[Plume 922]

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Jazz was just about to praise her stars for being able to escape the full station without being bothered by another pony when the guard she had just seen appeared smack bang in front of her.

 

 

“Oh my Celes-“ she uttered, a curse forming on her lips as she shock died away, her face morphing into one of mild annoyance. However, the words died on her lips when she fully registered the position of the guard – a pony of regularly high standing was currently sprawled at her feet, seemingly sheepish to boot. Unable to stop the grin that formed on her lips, she quickly looked away, brushing her mane in front of her face and hiding her expression easily. “It’s…” she began, pausing to clear her throat, “It’s fine.”

 

[Professor Annabella 330]

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Anna rubbed her head and let out a deep sigh. Now she felt kind of guilty for dragging this stallion into her affairs, with how nervous and paranoid she had been lately. Anna wanted to blame it on the hormones, but it was probably because of her last stallion. Though her words shamed her, and she was going to have a baby due to her mistake, this didn't make all stallions poisoness... Especially this one. He seemed like he wouldn't hurt a fly.

 

After calming down for a second or too, Anna giggled innocently "Well... It was a little cute" she said with a faint blush.

 

She sighed again "Things slip out of my mouth when I get nervous... It doesn't mean much when that sort of thing happens. I'm a single mother who moved here from Canterlot after some... Problems... with the father. That's all"

 

Anna bent over and started to pick up all her carrots, by herself. She planned to give him the last one, but it was taking her awhile. Bending over in her condition wasn't very fun.

[Ochre_Dust 329]

@@Akari of Duskshire, 

 

Ochre was put off by the strange title and the question. Was Stormcloud some sort of spy? He finished preparing the porridge and brought over Stormcloud's share before settling in with his own bowl. "Well, that's a complicated question. Equestria's army has a lot of branches, each dedicated to working with the whole in the event of a unified campaign. Thankfully things have been relatively peaceful. Mostly just addressing outbreaks of changeling hives, taking care of monsters that go rampaging. Why do you ask?"

[Your Nightly Spectre 1,061]

@@MiniKirby123,

 

Looking up and seeing her reactions he'd give a short smile, finding it kind of funny, guessing what she was thinking and finding her reaction kind of cute. Rolling over a bit in the snow to get on his hooves he'd get up, not wanting to use his horn to teleport up as he normally would, not trusting it yet.

 

"Once more, so sorry! It just... happens sometimes. " He'd speak as he'd try and get some snow off his cloak and armor, feeling some of it getting under his coat, shivering lightly, the general cold temperature not helping.

 

"Again, sorry, actually... here " After a moment of thinking Star would use a trusted spell which he knew couldn't go wrong at the moment as he'd materialize out of nowhere a white rose, levitating it over to the mare as a present.

"Sorry."

Damn it,Star! Stop saying sorry! You are making an idiot out of yourself.

 

Dark Star would give out a clear impression of being very light-minded at the moment, his current awkwardness spilling out and easily noticeable.

Edited September 14, 2015 by TheLonelySpectre

[Akari of Duskshire 581]

@@Ochre_Dust,

 

Stormcloud took the cloth off her face and finally smelled the oatmeal that had been cooking.  She saw her share of the oatmeal and levitated it to herself, eagerly digging in.  "Good meal!  Thank you for the food!"  As she ate, she listened to his explanation and responded enthusiastically, unaware that her question was rather off-putting.  "Because I heard about it from my parents, elders, and other travelers who were coming back home for the first time in years.  I wanted to hear about it from another point of view."  She paused when she remembered that he mentioned "changelings", whatever those are.  "What is a changeling?  And in your opinion, do I look like one?"

[Ashen Pathfinder 16,161]

@@Professor Annabella

 

"A little cute? There was so much cute it couldn't contain itself apparently," he said, trying to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation. Of course he likely made the awkwardness much worse as evidenced by the nervous sweat that had appeared after they had met. In any case his lack of experience in relationships wasn't helping him much, but he listened to her explain her situation.

 

"Problems with the father? Oh my...I won't ask for details as I know that can be a hard thing to revisit," he said, watching her beginning to pick up the spilled carrots. He didn't want to butt in too much, but he did want to help. "Here, let me help." With his magic he began to pick up the once that were out other reach and began putting those back in her bags.

 

"Your kid needs that more than I do; I can make due." He gave a soft smile to her; nodding. "I am sorry you've had a rough road in your life. Is there anything I can do to help?"

[-Octavia- 1,176]

@@Gloomfury

 

Bleak. That was how Aria found the atmosphere upon glancing out of the window. Yesterday's storm seemed keen to retain its oppressive hold over Manehattan, threatening to submerge the city in a deluge at any moment. Or rather, an impending snowstorm threatened to suffocate the busy streets, according to the forecast. With her daily musing of potential disasters that awaited that day out of the way, Aria continued onto the next item in whatever semblance of a morning routine she had; eating. Or was it bathing? She didn't exactly have a strict routine for anything outside of music.

 

Always the slow starter, Aria shuffled lazily over to the kitchen to prepare that day's breakfast. She had not eaten properly since yesterday's performance, having passed out from exhaustion. It perhaps explained a peculiar dream she had last night about a loaf of bread fighting off a variety of meats and cheeses, all the while saying that if it had wanted to become a pro sandwich, it could have. And so it was that she decided to make a daisy sandwich for breakfast.

 

Stomach full, Aria determined that the next thing on her to-do list would be brooding about tonight's performance for several hours. During this time, she would practice her repertoire for the thousandth time, noting every single non-existant flaw in the perfectly polished pieces she had been playing for years. But today something seemed to tug at the back of her mind as she played. It seemed as though whenever she tried improvising a piece, it always took on a melancholy feeling, the notes left despondant and abandoned upon her strings. No matter, I do not have enough pieces in a minor key anyways. Besides, surely I will not be asked to improvise during an already established set?

 

Her first session of the day complete, Aria granted herself some time for relaxation. As she lay there, she wondered if the stallion, too, was enjoying the leisures the hotel provided. Perhaps not; he had seemed disheartened during his explanation of his existence. No, now is the time for focus. Relaxed focus...or focused relaxation? And so, she simply waited for whenever the urge to resume practicing struck her.

Edited September 15, 2015 by Wubtavia

[Ochre_Dust 329]

@@Akari of Duskshire, 

 

"You're welcome, I guess it's a little better than army rations." He smiled at her candid thankfulness, before he took on a more serious look with her question.

 

"Changelings are shaped like ponies, but they have horns and insect-like wings. They have holes in their hooves, and fins where their manes and tails would be. They have an exoskeleton that's jet black too." Ochre held out a hoof. "So, it's fairly obvious you don't look like a changeling... Unless you're a changeling using your mimicry powers to look like a..."

Ochre looked about, clicking his tongue. "I'm sorry, not to be rude Stormcloud, but what are your people called?"

[Plume 922]

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Jazz simply cleared her throat again, nodding a little at his smile and watching him roll up. “Ah, it’s really fine. Besides, you’re gonna have to try harder than that to scare me.” she scoffed, her natural shield of sass forming itself. She noted his shiver, and felt herself get cold in response but proceeded to just tighten her scarf. Maybe I should put on my beanie.

 

The sudden rose poofing into existence made Jazz’s eyes widen, and she took the rose with her hooves gingerly. Almost not trusting her own senses, she touched the petals to make sure they were real before looking back up with a raised eyebrow. “Huh. Quite the charmer, are we?” she asked, smirking before quickly checking it for thorns and tucking it behind her ear.

 

 

“Well, Mr. Guard, you’re forgiven for that… Graceful slip earlier.”

 

[Professor Annabella 330]

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Anna watched as the carrots floated back in her bag. This stallion was alright, he truly wasn't any bad. She was never shy, Anna was just always... Awkward. She just didn't want to come off as pathetic, that wasn't her intent at all. Though, sometimes Anna could come off as pathetic in her situation. She truly was helpless.

 

"No, no..." She said by the time all the carrots were in the bag "Life is only rough roads, sometimes smooth ones. It all depends on the choices you made, even the ones in which you weren't aware the outcome of. My problems are no reason for you to treat me differently..."

 

Anna put most of the carrots back.

 

"I'm craving carrots... I don't need them. I guess I could use somepony to help me select a healthy diet... If that's what you want to do for me Mister....?" Anna asked.

[Your Nightly Spectre 1,061]

@@MiniKirby123,

 

Lightly rubbing his head Star would calm down, the situation becoming less and less awkward as the pony would be so nice and him being able to fix himself.

 

For some reason he felt a bit shy, not exactly sure why as he'd talk to mares often sometimes, be it duty or his co-workers. Something here just felt more awkward and different. Maybe because she was a random pony and not a bit known?

 

"Well, looks like I'll need to work harder on that scare in that case, don't want to disappoint again next time. " He'd have a natural light smile, the general atmosphere of the chat radiating with this hidden joy that gave him a small happy calm feeling.

 

Then, he'd be faced with the biggest awkward ever, not really being sure what to say next. Bumping into strangers was never his speciality. Normally he'd plan out a conversation before engaging, spontaneous social skill never being his specialty. But just going with the flow as he'd just get that social feel for a second and decide to talk just to talk.

 

"Anything else I could offer or do for such a beautiful mare as yourself?"

 

Oh Celestia, Me being an idiot with no social skill still stands. I really need to get out and talk to people more often. Of course the answer will be no.

 

He'd think, once more being hit by a wave of awkwardness, not even sure why he'd say that.The beautiful part was at first just a way of putting the sentance, but as he looked for a second at the mare again he'd turn it more into a compliment, realizing that the mare did have her own special charms to her look.

Edited September 15, 2015 by TheLonelySpectre

[Akari of Duskshire 581]

@@Ochre_Dust,

 

"Kirin.  Some call us Qilin though, so which ever floats your boat," she said, slowly dropping her smile as she finally realized he was getting uncomfortable.  "I only ask because someone called me that when I came to Equestria for the first time.  That and 'dragon spy'.  I mean, I only have a longbow with me because my father wouldn't let me go without one!  'Honor the warrior tradition, wherever you go' he says."  She did an over-the-top impression of a stereotypical elderly martial arts master, letting her accent slip to further emphasize it.

 

"But, sorry, if I'm scaring you.  I guess natives here don't get along so well with dragons."  She sheepishly smiled when she thought back on everything she said and thought "I guess I was being insensitive after all..."

Edited September 15, 2015 by Akari of Duskshire

[Gloomfury 243]

@,

 

A few hours later, Tungsten slowly woke up. He looked around groggily from the bed. It took him a bit to remember that he wasn't in his apartment. He felt really tired for some reason. His body ached and his eyes hurt a little along with his hoof. Then he remembered what happened last night. His conversation with the mare, the mirror and his unpleasant memories of his mother. He wiped the crust from his eyes as he sat up.

 

He thought a little more about his life as he started to wake up. The mare was right, he didn't like how things were. He use to fight for fun, not to inflicted pain or receive it. He couldn't change everything  about his life. But he can try to change a few things. But it was going to  take some time. He got off the bed and pulled his hoodie back on. He grabbed another bottle of soda from the mini-fridge and placed a bag of bits to pay for them and the mirror.

 

He head out the room and set out to look for the stallion who set the room up for him. He remembered the mare saying she was going to be preforming somewhere. But he forgot where it was. 

 

After clearing things up about the mirror and getting directions. Tungsten head off to the place she'll be preforming. He didn't have enough bits to get in but he decided to wait outside till he saw her. His he was going to make things better for him, he was going to need someones help. But that was only half the reason why he was waiting for her. He just wanted to meet her again.

 

He leaned against one of the street laps close to the music hall. He pulled his hood up. He wasn't sure if she's seen his face, so he made it easier for her to recognize him.  He pulled put some compactible headphones from his hoodies pocket. He put them on over his hood.  Now as he waited he listened to music.

[Ochre_Dust 329]

@@Akari of Duskshire, 

 

"Kirin..." Ochre leaned forward, resting his head on his hoof. "I don't see how a pony could think you look like a changeling, unless they were just using it as a general term for something scary that they don't understand... And it's not so much that you scare me as I don't want to offend you, but I know nothing about you. So, are kirin some sort of dragon-hybrid?"

[Akari of Duskshire 581]

@@Ochre_Dust,

 

Stormcloud settled down, going back to being amicable like before.  She ate some more of the oatmeal.  "Scholars have actually been trying to figure that one out for a long time now.  There is many theories, but one of the two big ones with the most evidence is that we really do have dragon ancestors who mated with unicorns or even deer.  Another theory says that exposure to the spirits' magic slowly mutated us over many years to what we are today."  She held her hooves out in front of her and whipped her tail for further emphasis, ignoring the one with the words only she could see painted on it.  "But no, I don't know any kirin with a dragon parent."
 

Edited September 16, 2015 by Akari of Duskshire

[Ashen Pathfinder 16,161]

@@Professor Annabella

 

"Differently," he asked, somewhat confused by that. "I wouldn't say I treat you differently from how I treat others. Sure you have hit rougher paths in your travels, but kindness does everyone good." He smiled softly at her as he finished loading her bags with the carrots.

 

"Oh, and my name is Pathfinder," he said with a nod. "I'm not sure if I am the best you could look for in regards to proper diet as you can probably see from my own bags, but I'd be happy to lend a hoof. In any case there isn't anything wrong with cravings as long as you don't overboard with them, but that advice can go with just about anything else."

 

"I don't think I caught your name Ms...?"

[Plume 922]

 

Jazz chuckled, humoured by his banter. “I’ll hold you to that then, Mr. Guard.” She replied, crossing her front hooves and tilting her head with a smirk. Inwardly, however, she debated with herself as she tried to understand why she had no trouble talking to him – normally, she would be tongue-tied and unable to utter a single syllable. Hm. Probably just because he made me laugh.

 

“Hah. Beautiful, nice one. How many other mares have you said that to?” she joked, before shuffling her feathers a little bit. Today’s a good day – sassy instead of cold. Just like when I first met Remix, huh. Well, maybe we’ll get along just as well.

 

“Not sure, Mr. Guard. You tell me. Why don’t we walk for a bit and then I’ll take you up on that offer?”

 

[Your Nightly Spectre 1,061]

@@MiniKirby123,

 

Wait wait wait, she actually...

 

Surprised to not be turned down his mind would be exploding, himself not sure why or how he is doing this, after all he avoided socializing and was more of an introvert.

Part of him just wanted to leave, but deep inside he knew this was going well and maybe he should give this a shot. Maybe he'd make a good friend? Does he have anything to lose, clearly not, this is just a stranger.

 

"Why, I'd be most honored. "

 

I swear I'm being mind controlled.

 

Then, glimpsing a look at the other guards on the station who from laughing were just draw-dropped over how things escalated. Hardly able to hold back laughter he'd just crack a smile, seeing the others then try and act like this is nothing.

 

Focusing of the matter at hoof and his trained gentlecolt instinct he'd look for her bags, raising a brow as he wouldn't see any.

 

"I'd offer to carry your luggage, but if I may ask... why don't you have any? " Walking out of her way from where she was heading earlier he'd simply look a bit interested, but still keeping the friendly atmosphere. Still going completely surprised due to his improvising which was working out quite well.

"Or do you keep your stuff in your guitar?" Star would chuckle, knowing that probably wasn't the case... was it?

[-Octavia- 1,176]

@@Gloomfury,

 

With a stretch, Aria rolled off of the cushion on which she had been resting.The concerto was not for quite some time, but it was perhaps best that she arrive several hours earlier for rehearsal. Packing the essentials and more, she combed the room for loose tuning forks, sets of strings, an adjustable capo, and lastly the pièce de résistance. Setting the case safely aside, she set to work on herself; it would not do to be a poor example for such hardworking musicians. Taking a look in the vanity mirror to which she had sauntered, she saw a terrible case of bed mane and weary eyes. She gave a dry chuckle. Well, not exactly a sharp contrast to musicians behind the scenes. Not that the conductor would readily appreciate the truth in front of an audience. With a small sigh, she began combing out her mane, letting most of it fall to one side and putting the rest in a bun. Today she opted for more whimsical hairsticks in the style of quavers to hold the bun in place. They were supposed to be paired with a dress she wore for formal occasions, but this was intended to be her final performance for a month or so. She was merely forgoing the dress for functional purposes.

 

Case packed and hair combed, she set off for WMU's music hall. Though it was not a far walk from her apartment, the crowded sidewalks did not make for a smooth trip, and ultimately she had to spend some bits on a two-minute carriage ride. She did not particularly mind; she enjoyed being able to focus on observing the world around her. Indeed, as the carriage arrived on the grounds of the university, one thing caught her eye in particular. There, leaning nonchalantly against a nearby lamppost staring at the ground, was a stallion with the inexplicable air of being misplaced. What? But...how long has he been waiting? How long would he have waited? How did he even know where I would be? No, surely this is coincidence. A loud "Miss!" called her back to the present. The carriage had apparently been stopped for a minute without her realizing it, during which time she had simply been staring. After taking a brief second to thank the stallion pulling the carriage, she ambled over to the one that was waiting. Sure he wouldn't hear her through a set of headphones, she poked her head into the edge of his vision with a coy smile and waited.

Edited September 16, 2015 by Wubtavia

[Gloomfury 243]

@,

 

Tungsten bobbed his heat with the beat of the song he was listening to. His mane covered most his face as always, the only thing that was able to bee seen was his mouth and right eyes, which was closed. It took him some time tell it felt like someone was watching him, When the song ended he could hear someone. As he opened his eyes the face of the mare soon came to his sights.  Which spooked him a little. But he didn't show it.

 

He cleared his throat and pulled his headphones off to hang around his neck. Now that the mare was in front of him he could see her a lot better. She looked more a attractive then when he met her at the bar. Maybe it was because she wearing a dress and her mane's well done. He thought. But when he realized she was still in front of him he dashed those thoughts away, at least for now.

 

He sighed and pulled his hood down. He could at least talk to her without hiding under his hood. Then he smoothed his mane back so she could see his face. And all the marks from years of fighting bare hoofed. "I.. did what you asked.I looked in the mirror...and I didn't like what I see."

[-Octavia- 1,176]

@@Gloomfury,

 

Laying eyes upon his visage, her initial reaction was of mild shock, though she did her best to hide it. It was an unnecessary effort, for the shock swiftly subsided when his words washed over her. They seemed to hit her so powerfully, crashing down as a wave does upon itself ere it reaches the beach, unable to kiss the sand it had so dutifully traveled to meet. The swirling remnants gave way to an undulating rhythm of emotions, and from the ebb and flow rose naught but the soft sands of compassion.

 

She studied the various contours across his face, wanting to map every hill and valley with intrepid hooves. Markings though they were of some torturous past, she could not help but feel they were something more, something that had carved character into him as much as they had carved pain. They were perhaps as great a strength as they appeared to be flaws, a shield from all but himself. Behind his eyes there was no loathing, no aggression, not even a flicker of doubt. They simply saw without seeing, impervious to the pleasures of life, but easily accepting of its misery. They were the eyes of somepony who had known little of love, having perhaps never received it himself. They were the eyes of the mistreated, the despondent, the forlorn.

 

They were the eyes of somepony in pain.

 

And it was too much for her.

 

A sad smile touched her lips. "Well," she began, internally struggling with the unforeseen enormity of an unspoken promise. "That you can admit that to yourself already makes you a better stallion than you were just yesterday, I should think." She allowed a slight pause in which she could better focus her thoughts. Upon brief introspection, she realized it was thought, ever the ruler of her rational mind, that would not be entirely useful here. This stallion did not need some mare rattling off a list of things to logically correct in his life. He needed support, and she must access that untapped source of feelings to give it. Was that why it so readily flowed now as compassion? All these years of shrugging off unfavourable emotions and experiences...had she been storing them into a convenient bottle for this purpose?

 

She put a hoof on his shoulder. "I cannot promise anything, but if the pain of that truth didn't destroy you, then I feel it is safe to assume nothing from here on out will. Yet I'm afraid I must once again ask too much of you." Removing her hoof from his shoulder, she fixed her gaze upon his and pressed forward with the uncomfortable question she knew she must ask.

 

"Why do you exist?"

[Gloomfury 243]

@, 

 

He never been asked something like that before. But he has thought about it. Many times. After a fight he would walk home, focusing on the pain he felt in his hooves and on his face and body. Why did he need to feel that pain just to feel something at all. He could have payed a working mare for her time. But it wouldn't last as long as pain did. Maybe that was his reason.

 

But then he would think why did is mother have him if she was going to leave him later one? He was pretty sure he wasn't planed, and maybe his mother was afraid that something bad could happen to her if she decided to get rid of the baby. One day she might want to have a foul by choice. If that was so, why didn't she give him away when he was born? Instead she stuck around till he was 10. Practice? She would feel bad? He didn't know. But she did teach him a few things that made it a little easier to live on his own. He honestly didn't know what kind of mare his mother was like.

 

But as he grew up dark thoughts started coming to him. No one would't mind if he just left this world. He wouldn't have to deal with all the pain, anger and sadness he was and still is feeling. He's given up on a lot of things. The thought that his mother would come back, the possibility that he could work towards a goal and become something that could help others, maybe even turn his life around from the ground up.

 

It it was simple to give up on those thoughts why not the thought of living. 

 

During a time when he was having those thoughts he met his boss by chance when he ask a random pony if they wanted to fight. When he lost he stood up like it was something normal like getting out of bed. His boss seem to take a liking to him and asked him to join his crew. He didn't really think much about when he said yes. He just answered him without a thought. Not because he really wanted the job or that he felt scared. He just gave him an answer that happen to yes.

 

When he started working for him he had to do things that most ponies would frown upon. But he didn't really mind. It was going to happen. Others would have reasons why it was or was not necessary. But most of those people had their on concepts of right and wrong. He had is own thoughts. hurting others for fun was different from fighting for fun. Hurting something just to be hurting it was pointless and most likely. Joyless. 

 

But fighting for fun was a bit more meaningful. You get stronger, find out you limitations so you can work on them, get your blood pumping, even getting to know the other person though actions in fighting then in a conversation and maybe make a friend. Tungsten thought  like this the more he spent time with his boss. And his dark thoughts slipped away. But comes back from time to time. But he never felt a need to put in act into carrying them out. Maybe it was because like the pain he got from fighting he liked the this pain as well.

 

But when he met this mare, he realized he didn't like this pain at all. And in such a short time too. It took his a few years to come up with a reason to like it. 

 

When his thoughts came back to the  mare, the question she asked him came back as well.

 

Why dose he exist? 

 

He looked at his hoof that he used to punch the mirror last night. He didn't like using bandages. He wanted to keep the scars, no matter how small. He looked at the thin cut and some of the dried blood. Along with the build up of calluses. He weighed over the question a few more times.  Before he had an answer.

 

He looked back at the mare.  His eyes locked onto hers. They looked beautiful to him, as well as her mane. But again, he put those thought off, and answered her question.  

 

"...Because I can." It was simple but still held a bit of meaning in them.

 

"I Heard a quote before that said "I think there for I am." Which I guess means I think because I exist.

 

I don't have to exist but I do. And it doesn't really matter if I or anyone else wants me to or not.

 

I exist, because I can. Nothing more nothing less." He groaned lightly and put a hoof to his head."I have a headache."

Edited September 17, 2015 by Gloomfury

[Plume 922]

@, 

 

Jazz smiled, expecting to be turned down. I’d just said it on a whim, I’m surprised he took it seriously. Today seems to be… A rather spontaneous day.

 

“Seriously, you really can’t help yourself with the smooth lines, can ya?” she asked, jabbing him lightly with her elbow. She noted his glance at the other guards, and looked over also before turning back to him. “Your buddies seem pretty surprised.”

 

“Ah. Well, funny story. I felt bored, so… I just sort of came. No plans, nothing. I’ll probably be heading back at the end of the day.” She explained, smiling as she headed towards the exit of the station. “Nah, this only has space for my baby.” She said, fondly patting the case as she walked.

Edited September 17, 2015 by MiniKirby123

[ThatBlazingPony 11]

The large room of her work shop was taken over by a large box with wheels, the front of it tipped forward. Wildfire Blaze could be seen tinkering with whatever was in there, a spanner held in her mouth as she tightened loose bolts.

 

After she has finished, she pulls her head out from the opening and closes it with a click. She then wanders over to her toolbox which she opens and places the spanner back inside it, wiping her brow once she has finished. Grease splatters on her coat, show that she has been working for a long time.

 

She sighs once, before opening a door on the box and climbing into the cabin. She turns a key on a column with a disk type object on it, a low grumble emitting from pipes behind the cabin. She smiles with satisfaction and she lets it idle for a bit, leaning back in the seat and placing her hooves behind her head.