private The Other Ponies

[Chickey 383]

"You mean working at some docks carryin' crates back n' fourth all day for a bit every 24 hours? Nah, id rather not remember dat" Clocks said as he shrugged "Was not the funnest time back then"

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"So, what happens when you get a life sentence, huh? You sit in the cell a century and they let you out on good behavior?" he asked humorously. Maybe, it's possible... To make friends... With people who an't to evil? no, that ain't right. It's possible to have shady friends when you try to clean them up? It sounds better...

[Chickey 383]

"I break out" Clocks laughed "It's not like they know how to keep a vampire in jail, but i can wait anyways" He explained with a shrug "All i need is to say the word and someone would come to help me"

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"Misusing some power ther, eh?" he grins, "Bet you can't hypnotize me." He winks, "I know just how to deal with a vampire. And how to keep one where I want them. Iron bars, holy implements, and sometimes, garlic incense. Only if you're mean though."

[Chickey 383]

"Dat's Hypno's power tho?" he said then "Whatdu read dat from a book?" he said walking over to a food stand and grabbing a garlic clove. He bit into it fully and chewed "Taste like scat like most food now, but it's not gonna kill me..." he chuckled.

 

Aces gave a 'looks like we got a badass' pose from a few feet away after seeing what Clocks did.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"No, garlic incents smell really, really bad. It's torcherous to almost anypony. And, it's ironic, because it's one of the things that people use the most futily. So, it's kind of a taunt. Like I said, only if you're mean. These steel bars nowadays, practically useless."

[Chickey 383]

Clocks shrugged "Kay, garlic still taste bad though, so i don wanna know bout da incense he said with garlic still in his mouth. He spit it out a few seconds after. He then adjusted his dress shirt and vest, and asked Aces to grab his coat sometime.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"So, how long you stickin' with us until you go back to you're crew?" he asks Clocks, thinking, maybe, the rest of the day. Mob-gangs didn't run themselves, and neither did night clubs. And drug cartels. This pony had a hoof in alot of nefarious stuff. Is it possible for him to change? I hope. I don't want to hunt him down. It's not a nice feeling to see a friend die. Probably feels worse when you do it first hand.

[Chickey 383]

"Ah, i dunno, i have people to run it for me for a while, but i might help to da end, despite my laziness." He said "But afterwards imma enjoy bashin' in some skulls, of whoever tries to cross me when i'm gone" he joked

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"Heh, just don't drain 'em dry, alright. I don't wanna crash your nightclub with an assignment to kill you. That would be bad, for both of us," he says, playing absently with a silver implement. Should I pray for success? If so, to Luna, or Celestia?

[Chickey 383]

"More bad for you" Clocks said smugly. He then chuckled "You an assassin for da princesses or somethin' den?" He asked a bit curiously as Aces shifted his stance a few feet away from the two.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

He takes his goggles off and turns his red eyes to him, "I'm a Nighthunter. It is my job to protect ponies from the creatures of the night. It's a dangerous, thankless job, one that I was born into. That's why I know what I know, why I was salted at birth, where my magical sight comes from, and any combat skills I've acquired. I've had the displeasure of watching friends and comrades die, in the name of my job. I was assigned here threw some misfortune; I got amnesia, and Celestia sent me signs to get my memories back. And she did it in a way that made it hard to see as her. Not an assassin, a Nighthunter."

Edited August 11, 2012 by Dawnpath

[Chickey 383]

Clocks didn't look alarmed or intimidated at all, he still kept his same lazy look. "Wait... They put a complementary mineral on you when you were born...? But... without the ketchup....?" He asked confused.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"It's imposiblefor me to turn. I also don't taste normal. Fresh, but weird. And, if I get drunk, well, I think you'd like it," he shrugs, "Don't do anything to bad, and I won't have to kill you. That's all I'm saying," He lays down, thinking about the type of friendship this was.

[Chickey 383]

"Dey did the salt, but maybe they forgot to marinate you then?" He asked, still not taking any of it seriously at all. He looked at Aces "Acey, you ever put salt on a pony and they get powers?" He asked "Dat's just weird to me..."

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"It's a long process. Are you saying your thirsty?" he asks, "for your information, salting somepony means dipping them in specially prepared, moon bathed, sea water in an iron bathtub ringed with holy symbols. They have to stay in the tub for three whole days, with a salt lick and a pitcher of water."

Edited August 11, 2012 by Dawnpath

[Chickey 383]

"That, sounds... relaxing... and boring at the same time... I'm not sure how cool that would be. So your parents did this to you when you were a kid without even your baby consent?" He then asked

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"Uh, yep, pretty much," he says, as if it were no big deal, Baby consent? Huh? What's the big idea, at least they hadn't tossed me in a dumpster. It could be much worse than being salted. I could be average, insignificant, and jobless. (ooc; Sorry, brother took iPad)

[Chickey 383]

"Sometime average can be betta than da opposite, you'll see what i mean when we find Shadow." Clocks said "Or we could find him right now, that is." He explained, knowing exactly what they were going to find.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Ooc: He thought that)

"Who's Shadow? Friend a yours?" he asks Clocks, inspecting his hooves. "Is he nice? Handsome? Strong? Interested?" he whispers with a blush, hoping Thumder wouldn't overhear.

[Chickey 383]

(Horse apples. Meh, still works)

 

Clocks started to laugh "Oh, well, you'll see. He has been through a hard time, to put it simply" He said with a chuckle. "But yes, he is one of my old friends..." He added as he was laughing. "So, you wanna find him now?"

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"... Maybe, depends on his drinking habits, and skillset," he says. If he's one of your friends, he probably wouldn't want to get to know me anyway... he thinks dejectedly, kicking the ground. "What coul I do to make me more attractive without destroying, well, me?" he asks himself aloud.

[Chickey 383]

"Even though he is nothing like me, and more of Hypno's friend than mine, i'm sure that when we find him your going to not really want to get to know him much further. Like i said, he has had a rough time recently." Clocks said, then thought about his question. "Well, i'm not sure if i can or know how to answer that." he said

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

He flushed, "Am I to... Available? Should I act like I don't care? But I do care, it's kinda my job. Maybe it's my job? Oh, buck, I'll never find a pony that wants me," he mumbles. The crossbow in his cutie mark flashes and grows over the boot, as his fur turns darker slightly and his eyes turn more red. "You're aura is rather big, Clocks," he mumbles dejectedly.

[Chickey 383]

"Are you sure it wasn't just my ego you just saw?" Clocks said as he chuckled "What's dat mean though?" He asked "But don't beat yourself up, you'll meet someone, what about dat wings guy?"