open Signal Fire

[CornBreadGang 515]

Welcome to Signal Fire! If anyone is interested in the roleplay and wishes to sign up, here is the link to do so:

http://mlpforums.com/topic/81776-signal-fire-a-new-concept/?p=2099266

Hurry, slots are filling fast!

Now, to begin.

 

Glowing Infinity, Light Streak, and Dark Spot were all very angry. And who could blame them? All four led miserable lives in a miserable time. Light Streak had been reborn, and no one knows his new self. Glowing had been rejected by society. Dark had given up his free will to a dark creature. All three were hopeless. Many deemed them too far gone to even attempt reformation. The three had next to no friends, and all their pasts were miserable. So, what could anyone do to help those three, or anyone, for that matter? Little did the trio know, yet they would be receiving a second chance, and it was coming. I mentioned earlier that there were others who led nearly this same lifestyle of depression. Before we weave the epic yarn that lays before us, let us meet these ponies, and look in on them before we begin.

((OOC: this is where you introduce your character, their past, and why they wish to change it.))

[The Blades Shadow 445]

Swinging Breeze had an awful life. At least, that's the way he saw it. He had no control over his emotions, it had been that way since a past event that led him to hating unicorns. On top of that, he suffered from bad emotions much worse than a normal pony would. If he had the chance to, he would've gone back, and completely redone everything, fixing every mistake he made over time.

[MrRiderman 6]

Astral was depressed because of the past that had haunted him. When he was younger the only thing he focused on was making a masterpiece, just like all the other artists in his home town had done. If another pony tried to greet Astral, he would be too busy working on his latest "masterpiece" to even notice him/her. This didn't seem like a big deal to him at the time, but later when he got older and found out his talent. It hurt him when trying to make friends, since he hadn't talk to any other pony besides his parents. So he found himself turning very shy,awkward, and lonely. Astral wished he could have changed how things went, and actually talked to the ponies he ignored. Maybe if he had things would had turned out differently.

Edited December 13, 2013 by MrRiderman

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Hack was out of breath. He was running, and now he was slumped against the side of a building. He hated this. Constantly runing away from his fears, never really living a normal life. Having to completely start over when ever it came back. It, the monster that has haunted him since he was a foal. He would stay up countless hours of the night, wondering if it was real, or all just in his head.  

 

He sighed an he thought back to days when he was a foal named Gleaming, A foal with a lot fewer problems that he has today. 

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((OOC: The remaining two can post their introductory posts when they can, I'm making this post to let you all know that I witnessed your posts.))

It was about this time of great lament when a being descended from the sky without any warning, and was unseen to any. It landed, and opened its white eyes. "It's time to accomplish the goal set to me." It whispered to itself. "It's time to give second chances."

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Quanta sullenly left her home. As always, she felt completely miserable. But that was no different than any over day.

 

It had all started that one fateful day. The day she lost her parents. The day she lost everything. The day her life would change.

 

 

Change for the worse.

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The white pony spread out it's hooves to stretch across the blackening sky. "Second chances are coming for you all. Now." Said the pony, white light seeping from it's hoof. The light led itself to the doors of Quanta Maxina, insomnia-hack, Astral, Swinging Breeze, and others, slowly it seeped under their doors and tapped each of them ever so slightly, that they began to fall asleep. "Rest well." The white pony whispered. "For when you wake, your second chance will arrive."

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((OOC: Magos has dropped out due to stress levels in life for him, so we don't have to wait as long, anymore.))

Light Streak woke in a frenzy. He breathed in and out deeply, nearly hyperventilating. "W-Where am-" he stopped at the sound of his voice. Why was it so shrill? He looked out, and realized he wasn't in his house anymore. He was at his parents house. "I-it can't be, they died so many years ago, all because of me." Squeaked Light in his new voice. Quietly, he slipped out of the bed he was in and went to the shower room. Light looked in the mirror. "Oh my Celestia..." He said, "I'm a filly again..." He continued, analyzing his body. "But why? Is this a dream?" Light asked, but he stopped when he heard his mother's voice calling to him. "M-Mom?" He called back, slinking down the hall. At last, he saw her. She stood in her blue coated, pink maned beauty, alive and well. "What's wrong?" She asked, "you seem upset." Light began to cry with joy. I get a second chance... thought Light, i won't blow my life away this time... he continued in thought. "Why are you crying?" Said his mother. "A bad dream." Replied Light, going to hug his mother. She hugged him back. "Your father will be home soon." Said Light's mother, breaking the hug. Light was happy, but he knew terrible things would happen in a few days. He remembered this night. It was exactly 1 month before the incident. Light didn't have long, but he stayed happy, waiting for his father's return home.

Edited December 14, 2013 by super2379

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(Hack's new name is now dreamless)

 

Dreamless was feeling tired. He was almost to his front door, he knew this was no time for sleep. He had to start packing, but whatever was making him feel so tired was too strong. He passed out before he could reach for his keys.

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When he awoke, Dreamless could hear the wild cheering of a crowd. Once the crowd had died down, he could hear one of the most beautiful pieces he had ever heard played on the lyre. He thought that he had forgotten this song a long time ago. It was the same song that the mare played the night his life was ruined. 

 

Over the music, he could hear a light green unicorn speaking about her dreams.

Edited December 15, 2013 by Dreamless

[The Blades Shadow 445]

When Swinging woke up, his first thought was to try to fly. He unfortunately wasn't able to, seeing as his wings were too small. "Wait? Why are my wings so small? And why does my voice sound so different?" He wondered out loud. He looked himself over, seeing that he was back to being a colt. He felt happy, but it wasn't as happy as he usually was. "My emotions! They're fixed! Thank Celestia!" He exclaimed excitedly.

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When Quanta woke up she felt unnaturally happy.

 

"Gah, I feel so weird.... what the... why is my voice so... different.... ugh.... why am I so.... happy?"

 

She tried to use her horn, but she found that she was less skilled using it, and instead of opening the door, she accidentally turned it into a medium sized boulder. She heard a voice from downstairs.

 

"Mom?"

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((OOC: I'm fine with the name change, and you can make the next post on what the mare is saying.))

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"what was wrong with your emotions?" Called a voice Swinging. It may or may not have been a families voice to Swinging, but he would have to make the judgement of familiarity himself.

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"Yes, dear, it's me." Called Quanta's mother from downstairs. "What was that noise?" Started the mother, until she realized, "oh, you're practicing magic! Good for you!" She called, smiling from where she was.

 

((OOC: when I go back to my own OC's thoughts and adventures, I'll put a $ before my character's thoughts begin.))

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Dark Spot woke from his deep slumber. "Agh, my head..." He groaned, getting up. He was in a tree, not in the wood of it, but in a carved out portion of one. And this was familiar to Dark. "Why, it's my old tree house!" He called in a squeaky voice. "Old?" Called a deep, male voice from nearby, "why, you just built it yesterday!" Said the voice, chuckling. "Dad?" Called Dark, looking out. "Yes! Who else would it be? King Sombra?" Joked Dark's dad. Dark, for the first time since the burning of his home, felt joy, and smiled. He began to cry with happiness. "Dad!" He yelled, jumping out of the treehouse, and running to embrace his father. "Come on, sport, you've been outside for an hour, come on in, your mother made some fantastic hay gumbo!" Shouted Dark's father, leading the boy toward his home. Dark knew then and there that he had come to the past. He could set things right. He could- "uh oh..." Whispered Dark. He remembered. The hay gumbo, the treehouse. It was all too real. In only three days, his parents would die if he didn't do something.

Edited December 15, 2013 by super2379

[GONEFOREVER 518]

Quanta thought to herself: "This is not possible. This is not possible. My parents are dead. This is not possible...."

 

She looked at the calendar on the wall of the room. A shiver ran down her spine.

 

If this was really happening, if she had really gone back in time, her parents would be dead by the end of the week.

[MrRiderman 6]

Astral woke up and some reason he felt different. Astral then felt a sudden surge determination one that he had never had in a long time. He didn't know what the determination all he knew was that he had to something with it. However Astral didn't notice at first what happened to his body, until he taped his hoof wondering what to do.

 

 He then realized that the sound his hoof made, when it hit the floor was lighter then normal. He looked at hoof to see why it was making lighter sounds, so he looked down to find his hoof smaller. "What the?" Astral said before becoming a little uneasy about the fact that is voice was more higher pitched. Well at least now he had something to put that determination into.

[The Blades Shadow 445]

"what was wrong with your emotions?" Called a voice Swinging. It may or may not have been a families voice to Swinging, but he would have to make the judgement of familiarity himself.

"Sorry... Whoever you are, but that stays between me and my close friends, nopony else get's to know." Swinging said, not wanting to talk about his emotional issues. So... Let's just try to do things right this time, and not talk to any unicorns, friend or not. He mentally planned.

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@@super2379, (Well, since I probably failed. Pretend this is something that moves an entire crowd.)

 

As she performed, Dreamless could feel his hooves going numb. She was speaking about the silly or crazy dreams that everyone seems to have. "Some idea, or some unwavering belief that seems to keep us all up at night..." Those words sounded too familiar to him. "I've always dreamed of finding something that others called impossible."

 

"..."

 

"I've always dreamed of finding a human."

 

Dreamless' mind felt like it had been torn apart. The mare continued to play her lyre and talk about other impossible dreams of hers' and the crowds', but he was no longer listening. He stared at the ground and held onto his mothers' hoof even tighter... Mother? He let go and took a step back in shock. What was going on?

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A voice arose from near Astral. it seemed to be singing a song. "The perfect words never crossed my mind, because there was nothing in there but you..." sang the melodic voice.

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The mother of Quanta walked in the room and sat beside Quanta who saw her shiver. Quanta's mother hugged her. "What's

wrong?" Asked the mother.

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"Really?" Called the voice. the speaker stepped into the light around Swinging. now visible, he was ready for any confrontation.

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the crowd jeered in approval. hooves were being stamped, and it was loud. The mother of Dreamless seemed the only one against the preaching. When she felt Dreamless let go of her hoof, she asked "Dreamless, what's wrong?"

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"No, nothing's wrong.... I was just thinking"

 

"Celestia, this is so weird" She thought. "Wait... maybe I can stop it from happening. Maybe I can change the past. Maybe, just maybe, I can stop it."

 

She smiled at her mom and continued working on the magic skill that she would have to learn again.

[The Blades Shadow 445]

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"Really?" Called the voice. the speaker stepped into the light around Swinging. now visible, he was ready for any confrontation.

Swinging felt like he recognized the pony, but he didn't know where from, and truthfully, he didn't care. "Yes, really." He said, then turned and started walking away, trying to figure out what had happened. Let's see... I was just walking home... Then there was a bright light.. And now here I am. He thought.

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Dreamless was so shocked to hear his mother's voice that he couldn't respond. He had thought that words were coming out of his mouth, but really everything was just running through his head. "What's wrong... You're dead!" He had received the letter two years ago, and he spent three weeks mourning.

 

He finally spoke, "This has to be some nightmare...What?" He jumped, realizing his voice was shrill and high.

[CornBreadGang 515]

"No, nothing's wrong.... I was just thinking"

 

"Celestia, this is so weird" She thought. "Wait... maybe I can stop it from happening. Maybe I can change the past. Maybe, just maybe, I can stop it."

 

She smiled at her mom and continued working on the magic skill that she would have to learn again.

"Its good to hear that all is well." She said, smiling. she looked at the boulder. "Try not to make too many boulders, okay?" Joked the mother, still smiling.

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"You're brave for a little filly. said the pony. it was a stallion, about 30 years of age. "Feisty too." Complimented the pony.

[The Blades Shadow 445]

"Its good to hear that all is well." She said, smiling. she looked at the boulder. "Try not to make too many boulders, okay?" Joked the mother, still smiling.

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"You're brave for a little filly. said the pony. it was a stallion, about 30 years of age. "Feisty too." Complimented the pony.

Swinging just shrugged and kept walking, more focused on figuring out what the buck happened to him. Wait a minute... Why do I care? I'm a colt again! Maybe I can get a cutie mark this time, and choose some better friends maybe... No, I'm not gonna find any better friends... He thought.

[MrRiderman 6]

Astral stopped his investigation of whatever had happened to him, and stopped when he had heard a voice. He knew had heard that voice before in a long time. He decided to go find out where the voice was coming from, so he looked around his surrounding.  

 

Only to see he was in his old room with pencils, paint bushes, a canvas here and there, a rainbow of paint cans, some clay, modeling tools, and so much more. All of this with some how to books and the usual stuff you would find in a colt's bedroom. This felt unreal like somepony had made a perfect replica of his old room, things were getting weirder by the second.  

 

Astral decided to just put all of that stuff in the back of his head for now, and made his way across the messy room. He then reached up and open a door leading to the hallway. He peeked though the door moving his head left, right, up, and, down to find out where the familiar sound was coming from.      

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Quanta thought to herself "Okay. Calm down. Everything will turn out alright. You'll just have to stop.... her."

 

A shudder ran down her spine. Just thinking of her made her skin crawl.

 

There was only one problem.

 

How was she supposed to stop her? How could she change the past?

[CornBreadGang 515]

Swinging just shrugged and kept walking, more focused on figuring out what the buck happened to him. Wait a minute... Why do I care? I'm a colt again! Maybe I can get a cutie mark this time, and choose some better friends maybe... No, I'm not gonna find any better friends... He thought.

"Wait up!" Called the pony, going beside Swinging. "You're my type of colt, whoever you are." Said the pony in compliment. "Mind if I walk with you for awhile?" He asked politely.

Astral stopped his investigation of whatever had happened to him, and stopped when he had heard a voice. He knew had heard that voice before in a long time. He decided to go find out where the voice was coming from, so he looked around his surrounding.  

 

Only to see he was in his old room with pencils, paint bushes, a canvas here and there, a rainbow of paint cans, some clay, modeling tools, and so much more. All of this with some how to books and the usual stuff you would find in a colt's bedroom. This felt unreal like somepony had made a perfect replica of his old room, things were getting weirder by the second.  

 

Astral decided to just put all of that stuff in the back of his head for now, and made his way across the messy room. He then reached up and open a door leading to the hallway. He peeked though the door moving his head left, right, up, and, down to find out where the familiar sound was coming from.

 

The voice continued singing, with "I felt every ounce of me, screaming out, but the sound was trapped deep in me..." ((OOC: 200 Internet Points if you can guess the song.)) the voice beckoned for Astral to find it as it sang.

Quanta thought to herself "Okay. Calm down. Everything will turn out alright. You'll just have to stop.... her."

 

A shudder ran down her spine. Just thinking of her made her skin crawl.

 

There was only one problem.

 

How was she supposed to stop her? How could she change the past?

A voice called from nowhere, and no one seemed to be able to hear it but Quanta.

"We normally can't change the past, but, this is your chance. There is always a way to make it all okay..." The voice said.

[The Blades Shadow 445]

"Wait up!" Called the pony, going beside Swinging. "You're my type of colt, whoever you are." Said the pony in compliment. "Mind if I walk with you for awhile?" He asked politely.

((OOC: 200 Internet Points if you can guess the song.))

"I guess so... I don't see why not." Swinging said, then went back to his thoughts. Now if he could kindly shut it for a few seconds, I could get this all figured out... Swinging thought. He was much smarter when he was a colt surprisingly, as long as he had enough time to silently think about it.

 

Signal Fire by Snow Patrol... What a fitting song for this RP, lol