private Foreign Affairs (RP Thread)

[Ihei 714]

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"I like your name! Would you like for me to give you a tour of Ponyville? No need to rush, I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Minty smiled kindly, shuffling her hooves. She finally landed on the ground, knowing that the stallion wasn't so afraid of her.

[The Blades Shadow 445]

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"I like your name! Would you like for me to give you a tour of Ponyville? No need to rush, I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Minty smiled kindly, shuffling her hooves. She finally landed on the ground, knowing that the stallion wasn't so afraid of her.

"I-I guess so..." Pacific said. He didn't see why he shouldn't take the chance to get to know somepony who didn't fear him. If I can trust her enough... Maybe she'll deserve to know... He thought. He shook his head, remembering that it was a bad idea to tell anypony his secret.

[Pulcinella 1,016]

@TheLineTrotter

 

"Huh?" That was weird. "Oh, yes, English. I'm sorry, but I'm good not too." That was arranged wrong, wasn't it? "I-I mean, not good too. Not too good?" That was it. "I'm not too good. As you can hear." Her words were laden with a very thick accent, complete with converting r's to the w sound. She chuckled a little. "As for why I moved here?" She didn't phrase it like a question, but Viva's tone spiked up a little at the end. "I don't know. My mother made me come here when I was 17. She died soon after." She seemed to struggle with the words, and leaned down her muzzle to preen her wings.

[Ihei 714]

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"Hey, you're still nervous!... And sweaty! Take it easy, I'm just a mare." Minty said, itching her neck, having a slight blush on her coat. "You seem like a nice stallion. Come on, let's go to Sugarcube Corner; my treat. I don't care what you say, I'm going to pay," Minty smiled, trotting down a path.

[TheLineTrotter 100]

@@Pulcinella,

 

Vincent gave her a warm smile as she heard her speaking english. "Well, your english (Equestrian? I dunno.) Is better than my Prench, so I say we stick with that." He said, not seeming overly bothered by her little mistakes, or her accent. He`d made a bigger mistake, and was sure his accent was more prominant when he was speaking Prench. When she mentioned her mother, Vincent`s expression became solemn "I see.... so you wanted to move here because it was a place where your last memories of your mother were? You have my condolences..." 

[--Thunder Bolt-- 534]

 

 

"Oh, my cutiemark? Repsol looked at his mark before looking back at the mare. Yeah, i never really understood it either. Anyway, i like that my name is written out, i never had to wear a nametag in my entire life!"

 

Sunyatay smiled shyly, relieved that he hadn't reacted adversely to either her intangibility, or her question about his cutie mark.  "How did you get it?" she asked, then noticed that he seemed to be a bit under the weather.  Bloodshot eyes, mane and tail somewhat disheveled.

[Pulcinella 1,016]

@TheLineTrotter

 

"Yeah... She was a kind mare. She always took care of me, and never made me feel bad. When she told me that we were moving to Ponyville, I wasn't happy about it all that much. But I loved her, so I did not make a huge fuss about it. She always said that she didn't want any tears at her funeral, but it was so hard to hold them back..." Viva's mane drooped, her eyes slowly losing glow. Her tear ducts filled with a drop of liquid in each, and she looked down. She perked back up, however, and quickly changed the subject. "Oh, I'd like to see the town now!"

[repsol rave 2,963]

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Repsol's face lit up when Sunayatay asked him about his cutiemark. "Well, when i was younger i did a lot of competitional racing. I was actually pretty fast, still am i think." A smirk appeared on his muzzle. "Anyway, i got it when i won my first competitional race as a little colt. Probably one of the best days of my life."

Suddenly Repsol was painfully reminded why he was actually out in ponyville in the first place. his headache returned with a vengeance and his vision blurred for a second, making him wobble on his hooves and eventually sit down on the ground. He rubbed a hoof up to his forehead and grunted once. "Sorry about that, i'm kinda hungover at the moment." He blushed again slightly.

[TheLineTrotter 100]

@@Pulcinella,

 

When the mare spoke of her mother, Vincent hung his head slightly. "My condolences.". He said, sounding sincere. Vincent and his mother had never been all that close, was simply the way of Griffin society... he realized that he didn`t even know if she was still alive. He noticed the mare seemed very upset, on the verge of tears, and was about to reach over and place, what he`d hoped, would be a comforting talon on her shoulder, when she suddenly perked up and asked to see the town. "Oh, er... alright?" He said, a little surprised. "What do you wanna see first? Do you have a map or anything?" He paused, glancing at his bad wing "erm... do... you want to fly?" he asked, hoping he could stay off his wing for the day.  

[The Blades Shadow 445]

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"Hey, you're still nervous!... And sweaty! Take it easy, I'm just a mare." Minty said, itching her neck, having a slight blush on her coat. "You seem like a nice stallion. Come on, let's go to Sugarcube Corner; my treat. I don't care what you say, I'm going to pay," Minty smiled, trotting down a path.

"W-well... I'm really nervous around mares." Pacific said. "Especially when they're actually nice to me, unlike everypony else." He added. He forgot to mention that ponies only stopped liking him once they found out his secret, but it was probably for the best.

[Pulcinella 1,016]

@TheLineTrotter

 

"I like to keep my wings nice. So, no thanks to the flying." She paused and dug around in the saddlebag she had on her back. It had the Prench tricolor on it, and a small bit of writing in the corner. Viva pulled out a map, and pointed to Sugarcube Corner. "I want to go there."

[TheLineTrotter 100]

@@Pulcinella,

Vincent gave a slight sigh in relief as they mare said she didn`t want to fly. heh, worried she`ll ruffle her feathers? She really is a prance Pegisi. Vincent mentally mused to himself. Vincent glanced at the map, smirking as he saw where she pointed "Sugarcube corner, huh? Sweets fan than?" Alright, it`s just over.... there. Come on." he said, turning and walking through the streets, keeping a steady pace. "The streets are usually more full than this, but I guess that unicorn freaked 'em out. This happened once before... don`t worry, I bet when she`s been around awhile ponies will warm up to her, just like they did with Zecora." as they walked through the town, they finally arrived at the large buliding, the bussiness itself seeming like a large gingerbread house with a cupcake on top. "Ms. Mr. Cake will be happy to see a new face in town." he said, moving up and oppening the door for the mare. 

[Pulcinella 1,016]

@TheLineTrotter

 

"Oh, thank you." She trotted inside, the map tucked neatly under her folded wing. Viva walked up to the large glass cases and marveled at a croissant. "Oh, wow, Je ne savais pas qu'ils avaient pâtisseries Prench ici!"* She muttered to herself in Prench, awestruck. Raising her head above the counter again, she ordered it, but when she reached for the money to buy it, she only had Pranks**. "Oh no..."

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*"Oh, wow, I never knew they had Prench pastries here!"

**I mean that as a pony pun, changing Franks to Pranks for Prance. I know, it's stupid. -.-

[TheLineTrotter 100]

@@Pulcinella,

 

Vincent smirked as he saw her zooming around to the cases. As she spoke, Vincent knew enough to tell what she was saying. "Heh. Yup. The Cakes really know thier stuff. I bet they could make you pastries from all over the world." He followed her to the counter, blinking as he saw her pulling out Prench currency. "You didn`t get your money converted for bits?" He said, thinking that would have been the first thing someone would do when moving to Equestria. He walked up and, reaching into his satchel with his tail, pulled out a small amount of bits. "don`t worry. I`ll pay until you can get your money sorted out. You can pay me back then." he said with a warm smile, setting the bits on the counter.  

[Pulcinella 1,016]

@TheLineTrotter

 

Viva sighed in relief as her mane went from frizzy to normal. She lightly hugged the griffon, simply wrapping one of her hooves around his neck. "Thank you so much, Vincent. I will make sure to pay you once I get my money converted to bits." She smiled, and took the croissant from Mrs. Cake. "Merci, madame!"*

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*"Thank you, ma'am!"

[TheLineTrotter 100]

@@Pulcinella,

 

Vincent blinked in surprised as he suddenly felt her hooves wrapped around his neck, smirking. "Hey, hey, calm down. It`s no big deal. Just a few bits. I can spare that much." he said with a smirk. His work paid well enough, and aside from his home and ordering meat from outside the town, Vincent didn`t really have much to spend it on. Not like he could go out to pony resturants and eat thier daisy sandwiches.  

 

As they left Sugarcube Corner, Vincent started walking again, pointing out various stalls and shops, pointing out a few resturants he`d heard good things about. Looking at the map, he pointed towards the areas outside Ponyville. "There`s the Apple farm... Carrot Tops place.... that`s... the Everfree forest... It`s this wierd woods.... most ponies don`t like going in there much..." he glanced at his own wing. "And i`ve got my bad experiances there as well." He paused, and, wanting to change the subject quickly he spouted out, pointing at the nearest building he could. "Oh, hey, you`ve gotta see the... Carousel Boutique! Rarities fashion is on par with anything from Prance!" 

[Pulcinella 1,016]

@TheLineTrotter

 

Viva scoffed. "I doubt that. The fashion designers in Prance are the best in the world, everypony knows that." She seemed to prep up, holding her muzzle high and swaying her tail slightly as she walked into the boutique. The bell that was hanging off the door rang with the movement, and she could see a white unicorn stir from the back of the store. "Hello, darlings, and welcome to Carousel Boutique! I'll be with you in just a moment- OH!" The pony stopped in her tracks, and raised her hooves to her mouth. "Oh, darling, you're from Prance, aren't you? I've always wanted to go there!" Her voice was rather high-pitched, but Viva didn't mind. "Bonjour, madame. Mon nom est Viva, et qui es-tu?"* She didn't think that the designer could speak any Prench, she just wanted to show off. "Uh, I'm sorry darling, I don't know any Prench..." She laughed, and repeated it in English. The unicorn brightened up and replied, "Oh, I'm Rarity. It's a very great pleasure to meet you~"

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*"Hello, ma'am. My name is Viva, and who are you?"

[TheLineTrotter 100]

@@Pulcinella,

 

Vincent walked in behind Viva, giving Rarity a small smile. When Rarity saw him, she gave a polite smile.  "Ah, Vincent. Good to see you.do you need that suit checked up on?" Vincent gave a polite smile but shook his head. When Vincent had first spoken to Rarity, although she`d had a problem with a Griffin before, she was interested in trying to design something with a Griffin body-type in mind. Although Vincent insisted it wasn`t neccisary, she wanted the challenge   So, she ended up making a nice suit for him, although Vincent insisted on paying her, he`d never actually had the opportunity to wear it to anything. "Nah, but thanks Rarity. Viva just got into town, and I figured she`d want to check out your dresses, although she`s a little skeptical about how they match up to Prance fashion." he said with a simple smirk, certain Rarity could blow Viva`s horseshoes off. He paused a moment "How`d you know she was from Prance anyway? Her cutie mark?"

[Pulcinella 1,016]

@TheLineTrotter

 

Rarity immediately started measuring Viva, a tape measure spread between her hooves. "She just has that Prench look, you know? Also, that saddlebag she has with her is undeniably the exquisite works of the Prench designer, Mademe Joyau! You can't get that anywhere but Paris! Eee, Viva, darling, did you know her personally?" Viva slowly nodded. "She... Was my mother. She's dead now..." Rarity gasped. "Oh my gosh, the greatest designer of all time is dead?!" Viva scowled. "Oh. Ahem, I'm sorry for your loss."

[TheLineTrotter 100]

@@Pulcinella,

 

"Ah, I see. Fair enough, Rarity."  he said, not knowing enough about fashion to have noticed that himself. When he saw Rarity measureing Viva, he blinked. "Erm.... I kinda meant just showing her some designies, Rarity." when Viva revealed who her mother was, Vincent hung his head again, although he glared slightly at Rarity at her lack of tact. He`d have hoped someone as civil as her would show more tact than that. He didn`t say anything to her, figureing he`d stated his condolences earlier. 

[Pulcinella 1,016]

@TheLineTrotter

 

"Oh, haha, I guess I got a little excited~" The fashionista dropped her tape, and rushed off back towards the room she was in earlier. She came back with an intricately designed hat, a beautiful blue color gracing it's presence. It sat delicately on Rarity's deep purple mane, and Viva gasped. "Ooh la la!"

[TheLineTrotter 100]

@@Pulcinella,

 

Vincent smirked as he looked over at her. "see? Told you she was good." He said with a smirk. "She even made me a suit but... uh..." he leaned in "Don`t tell her this, but... i`ve never actually had a chance to wear it. Don`t get many dates when you`re a Griffin in a pony town." he said the last part with a small chuckle. He`d known full well that, as a Griffin in Equestria, he wouldn`t exactly be swimming in dates. While he tried not to show it upset him, there was a part of him that felt depressed that he`d end up alone.... even if there were Griffins, he wasn`t that popular amoung his own people.

[--Thunder Bolt-- 534]

"Well, when i was younger i did a lot of competitional racing. I was actually pretty fast, still am i think." A smirk appeared on his muzzle. "Anyway, i got it when i won my first competitional race as a little colt. Probably one of the best days of my life."

 

"Oh, so it's like one of those little signs racers wear?" she asked.  Suddenly, he wobbled on his hooves, sat down, and rubbed his head, clearly in some pain.  "Are you alright?"

 

"Sorry about that, i'm kinda hungover at the moment."

 

"Oh...would you like me to try to treat that for you?"  Cure Headache and Cure Nausea were two of the most basic Healing spells.  Due to her condition, Sunyatay would have to exert more effort than an ordinary unicorn would, but she figured she could pull it off.  While she waited for Repsol's reply, she heard the departing griffon say something that made her ears perk up.

 

"The streets are usually more full than this, but I guess that unicorn freaked 'em out. This happened once before... don`t worry, I bet when she`s been around awhile ponies will warm up to her, just like they did with Zecora."

 

Would they?  That would be wonderful!  But I'm not like Zecora...  Sunyatay had watched the beautiful zebra crafting her potions, but she'd never dared approach, fearing that she might startle her and cause a dangerous accident. 

 

 

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**I mean that as a pony pun, changing Franks to Pranks for Prance. I know, it's stupid. -.-

 

Oh, but Pinkie would be delighted with some "Pranks."   BTW, technically, wouldn't it be "prancs?"  Or is it just the Swiss that spell it "franc"?

Edited September 23, 2013 by Roko's Basilisk

[repsol rave 2,963]

"Oh...would you like me to try to treat that for you?"

Repsol perked up again after hearing this. He was going to trot to the hospital for some magic treatment, but if the mare could do that right here then it would definitely save time, and a long walk to the other side of town.

"Well, if you could you would definitely make my day." Repsol said as he stood back up to all fours. "But if it's too much trouble I can just walk to the hospital." He grinned slightly as he looked back at the mare.

 

(Sorry for no mentioning and no coloured text. I'm on my phone in class ATM.)

[--Thunder Bolt-- 534]

@@repsol rave,

 

"Oh, it's not too much trouble," she replied.  Okay...I've got a chance to help somepony...don't mess this up.  Her horn brightened as she cast Lesser Diagnosis.  I hope a hangover doesn't need Greater Diagnosis...but it's not like a rare illness or anything, right? she thought as she opened herself to sense the nuances of his condition.  Maybe I should try to treat the root cause instead of the symptoms?  I don't know how long a hangover lasts, and I wouldn't want him to feel bad again later.  Except that the alcohol is all through his bloodstream and mixed in with the rest of his body chemistry.  I'd better not mess with that.  That would be better done with a potion anyway, to establish pattern-identity between cause and cure.  Sunyatay closed her eyes tight and concentrated, focusing on the subtle geometry underlying his mild nausea, forming the pattern of the Cure Nausea spell in her mind.  Each pattern was a delicate web of vibrating energy-strands and linking nodes on the magical plane. 

 

"I'm going to start casting spells now," she said.  Carefully, Sunyatay adjusted the string length and vibratory intensity of the spell's energy strands to correspond to those of the symptom she intended to cure, but at opposite phase.  Finally, she gathered her magical energy and cast.  A faint pink ray shot from her horn, growing in intensity as she poured herself into it.  A small smile crossed her face as the energetic ripples on the magical plane formed a complex interference pattern that quickly broke up and faded.  Next she concentrated on his bloodshot eyes.  This one was a bit simpler and more localized.  Again she concentrated and cast, telling the capillaries in his eyes to return to their normal size and regulate blood flow properly.  Right.  Now for the biggie, she thought, turning her attention to his headache.  Given its nature and the vital area it worked on, Cure Headache had to be cast with a delicate touch.  Normally this wasn't too difficult, except that Sunyatay had to exert extra effort to push her magic out into the material world.  Otherwise, like her voice, it would be too faint.  She formed her spell, focused, and cast.  It was like trying to paint a flower underwater with a strong current pushing her away from the canvas.  Her gut clenched as she felt the energetic intensities go askew.  For Repsol, it was as if his whole headache concentrated itself in the area just under his right ear.

 

"Oh no!  I'm so sorry!" Sunyatay said, her voice even more distant than usual, echoing from across an invisible canyon of magic.  Gritting her teeth in concentration, she let go of visibility and tangibility to put all her concentration on the spell.  She disappeared completely, except for the point of light at the tip of her horn.  Failure, and the fact that Repsol was in pain made it even harder to make her magic manifest, but she concentrated on the Form her new Cure Headache spell would need to take and carefully ramped her power up, and up.  Another pink ray shot from the point of light, minutely adjusting its intensity with a melodious hum.  Finally, the pattern-integrity that was his headache broke up into fading ripples that briefly caused odd tickling sensations in his head.

 

Sunyatay reappeared, swaying slightly on her hooves.  "Is that better?" she asked, looking at him with worried eyes as she braced herself for his reaction.