private The Toymaker

[Firehearted 120]

In Canterlot there is a humble toymaker of old age. If you saw him in the street you would not see him as remarkable and forget abut him by the time you reach your destination. Little colts and fillies often look through his shop's window watching a model train chug along on it's circular track. The interior is full of dolls, model guards, and other items of the sort on shelves of many colors. Every once in a while he makes a few very special dolls and figures. They are no bigger than a normal one but are crafted expertly. There faces are incredibly life like and the detail is amazing. The dolls are nothing specific in particular. These special dolls guards range from soldiers to farmers and every one is different from the next to mane color, cutie mark, and outfit. He is often asked how he does it but he never tells. This seemingly innocent toymaker is just another citizen of Canterlot with a remarkable talent. But there's more than that. He holds a deep secret that none know and he'll never tell. He is often seen asking random ponies on the street walking past his shop for help. Most assume he is just old and needs help lifting a box or something basic such as that. However if you were to time one of these ponies that went you would notice something. The ponies that went in never come out.

((I know I copied this from the sign-up thread! Shut up!))

 

Hunter trotted down the street with his hooves clicking on the sidewalk. Why he was in town: He missed a train. Using the few bits he had he had grabbed a train from a town and got here. Now he was in a big city of snobs. All he had was a saddlebag of assorted food, a gold locket from his old village, and a sleeping bag a generous store owner in Manehatten had given him. All Hunter wanted was to fit in somewhere. Canterlot was definitely not the place. He planned to get out of town as soon as possible.

"Hey! You youngin!" Hunter turned his head to see an old pony calling to him from the front of a toy store.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Yes please. Follow me"

 

Four days later...

Edited March 25, 2014 by Airbornepony

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Muddle was trotting through the streets, of canterlot, with her head hanging downwards. She just couldn't seem to perform correctly this week. Part of her stage had collapsed on one mourning, causing the show to be cancelled for safety reasons; and the next show had a horrible infestation caused by: rotten apples? She and looked up, knowing her day had to get better from~

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Shadow was sitting on Muddle's back eating something. Muddle noticed it was dressed differently. Normally, Muddle would expect it to mimic what she wore; but today, shadow was wearing a hardhat and had a screwdriver stuck in between it's ears. It noticed Muddle starring at it and decided to ask, "What, can't I eat in peace?" Then it proceeded to take a bite out of an apple.

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"...You know, there are easier ways to ask for a vacation..." Shadow just shook it's head, "No Idea what you're talking about..." She sighed again, and continued her trot through town. (wasn't sure where to go so I left it in general)

Edited March 25, 2014 by Dreamless

[Rainbow Eclipse 3,927]

Clementia was walking through Canterlot to meet her friends at a restaurant... but she was having little luck finding it. She then noticed a nearby toyshop. She'd heard of it in the news. Apparently, every once in a while, some expertly-crafted models would be made. But coincidentally, ponies would go missing.

[Firehearted 120]

Muddle was trotting through the streets, of canterlot, with her head hanging downwards. She just couldn't seem to perform correctly this week. Part of her stage had collapsed on one mourning, causing the show to be cancelled for safety reasons; and the next show had a horrible infestation caused by: rotten apples? She and looked up, knowing her day had to get better from~

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Shadow was sitting on Muddle's back eating something. Muddle noticed it was dressed differently. Normally, Muddle would expect it to mimic what she wore; but today, shadow was wearing a hardhat and had a screwdriver stuck in between it's ears. It noticed Muddle starring at it and decided to ask, "What, can't I eat in peace?" Then it proceeded to take a bite out of an apple.

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"...You know, there are easier ways to ask for a vacation..." Shadow just shook it's head, "No Idea what you're talking about..." She sighed again, and continued her trot through town. (wasn't sure where to go so I left it in general)

"Excuse me" An old stallion stopped Muddle in her tracks. "I need some help with something. I'm much to old to do it myself" He gave the kind smile not hinting at what he was going to do. 

 

Clementia was walking through Canterlot to meet her friends at a restaurant... but she was having little luck finding it. She then noticed a nearby toyshop. She'd heard of it in the news. Apparently, every once in a while, some expertly-crafted models would be made. But coincidentally, ponies would go missing.

 

"And you too" He pointed at a amber unicorn walking past. "I'll need you too" He waved his hoof into his shop for them to enter.

[Rainbow Eclipse 3,927]

Clementia looked over to the toymaker. "Me?" She was shy, but it was in her nature to be kind and helpful. Her cutie mark was a flower, after all. She trotted over to the toymaker. "Um, sure. What with?"

 

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Edited March 26, 2014 by Blue Eclipse

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Muddle looked up at the old stallion obstructing her path. When he asked her for help, she took a moment to think about what happens when other ask that question. They must not have ever met... Still, she didn't want to turn away a fellow pony in need; and she was sure that her magic might be useful to him in some form or another.

 

She slightly bucked her back, causing a constant pain to fall into the ground below her. 'Out of sight, out of mind,' She thought. Then she started to begin speaking. She only mouthed a short 'Alright' when she saw another pony approaching the old stallion. She had beaten her to the question she was about to ask, but either way, she would hopefully get an answer.

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Muddle had silently started to look at the two.