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Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people!
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Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Sun Jun 19, 2011 5:38 am
Tuomey
King Under The Bridge
127 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 10:17 am
someguy3657
128 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:18 am
Hollyღ
Dove in the Moonlight
>>Without a Death
>>Angst
>>Pokemon
Lolwat
>>Angst
>>Pokemon
Lolwat
129 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:28 am
someguy3657
I don't know lol
130 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:30 am
Hollyღ
Dove in the Moonlight
Okay lol
131 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:30 am
someguy3657
Alright good
132 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:31 am
Hollyღ
Dove in the Moonlight
Pretty awesome lol
133 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:35 am
someguy3657
Indeed lol
134 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:40 am
Hollyღ
Dove in the Moonlight
Write more lawls
135 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:46 am
someguy3657
Alright I will lulz
136 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:48 am
Hollyღ
Dove in the Moonlight
Okay good :3
137 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:48 am
someguy3657
Good then
138 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:49 am
Hollyღ
Dove in the Moonlight
Indeed!
139 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:50 am
D-Munny
OK THEN NOW THAT THAT IS OUT OF THE WAY *Traumatized gasping*
Gosh darn it...now I need to find a way to cintinue my Fallout: New Vegas story. And I need to hurry before another DLC comes out and makes something canon that makes my story make no sense story wise.
Gosh darn it...now I need to find a way to cintinue my Fallout: New Vegas story. And I need to hurry before another DLC comes out and makes something canon that makes my story make no sense story wise.
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140 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:50 am
someguy3657
We're spamming!
EDIT: darn it, Dewmann, you broke our combo
EDIT: darn it, Dewmann, you broke our combo
141 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:58 am
D-Munny
LOONG addition, perhaps to make up for what I could have posted in nearly two months.
It's gonna get pretty graphic, so this is just a heads up.
It's gonna get pretty graphic, so this is just a heads up.
- Spoiler:
- TWO YEARS AGO
He was always looking for work, never stopping to rest in one spot for too long. At the same time, while he'd grimace and curse whenever things got rough, he was always eager to keep on moving, but I never saw more than just a young man looking to help out the less fortunate. Maybe I wouldn't have stayed his companion if he wasn't so altruistic.
But being altruistic and being forgiving are two very different things.
We were investigating a string of disappearances from a NCR refugee camp not far from Westside. Figuring that any shady business going on in that area would inevitably reach there, we searched through a "house of ill repute" if you will, for clues. What we found was a book.
Specifically it was a ledger, revealing that two residents of Westside were kidnapping refugees and selling them as slaves to some of the Fiend leaders.
This disgusted him to no end. I'm not saying that I wasn’t appalled as well, but for a while after that, he wouldn’t even crack a smile. Thankfully, he didn’t take justice into his own hands at that time, but like I said, after turning the two “salesmen” in, it was a good week or so before he eased up. I always knew he was a moral person, but I figured at first that since he had been traveling the Wastes a while, he was used to cruelty like that.
And that’s not even getting into what he did to Cook-Cook.
All of the Fends were vile, certainly, there wasn’t a single member of that group who wasn’t abusing some substance that drove them half mad, but Cook-Cook was the worst of them. As one of the Fiends’ leaders, Cook-Cook was one of the people that the two slavers made business with. The ledger described even their disgust and horror on one occasion, where they sold a few young women and a teenaged boy to Cook-Cook, who, immediately after purchasing them, used a flamer to burn the boy alive while forcing the women to watch.
I think that may have actually been what disturbed him the most. That kind of senseless depravity made him angry, but he never really confided in me. In fact, I don’t remember him talking much at all whenever he was furious like that.
More to the point though, he and I had gotten word that there were bounties on the four Fiend leaders, Violet, Driver Nephi, Motor-Runner, and, of course, Cook-Cook. The first three were bad enough, Violet was arguably the most hopped up on chems out of all of them, and spent most of her time training vicious hounds to protect herself. Driver Nephi, we didn’t really know much about, just that he beat most of his opponents to death with a golf driver, earning him his title. Motor-Runner was actually almost amicable, although that’s just what I was told. The Courier went in alone to take him out, under the guise of selling them chems. But like I said, none of them could compare to Cook-Cook. Not only was he a sadist, but he also snuck up on an NCR sniper sent to take him out and took her by surprise, having his way with her. We actually met up with her, and, although she tried to play it off as no big deal, he was able to talk her into finding an associate of the Followers in order to get counseling in order to better deal with the trauma . With how gentle he was at that point, I was put at ease the night before we went after Cook-Cook, so what occurred the next day likely came as an even bigger shock to me than it could have been.
There was another bounty hunter who bailed out on the job to kill Cook-Cook, but had done a little information gathering on the man. He told us that there was one being that Cook-Cook actually held dear to his heart. Apparently he had a Brahmin named Queenie that he genuinely loved, and suggested that if something were to happen to her, he’d go on a rampage and be an easier target while blinded with grief and rage.
So, with this knowledge, we set out to find and claim the last bounty the evening after talking with the last hunter. Throughout all of it, I thankfully didn’t do much of the killing, and although violence and death, whether or not the victims “deserve” it, for profit isn’t exactly a career I support, I still believed that, this being the Wasteland, we were still doing some kind of good, even if the means were iffy.
But this still didn’t prepare me for what happened that day.
Like I said, we were going out to kill Cook-Cook, and I can still remember the only thing he said to me that day verbatim. Hiding behind some rubble, a stone’s throw away from Cook-Cook, a group of Fiends surrounding him, and of course, Queenie, he told me “Wait here Arcade. You don’t need to be forced into what I’m about to do.”
With that, he snuck away to get to a better spot in order to get the jump on the Fiends, the dark of the night keeping him from being spotted. I waited for a few minutes, before I heard a rifle shot ring out, along with a Brahmin death throe. Immediately after this came the chilling, animalistic screams of anguish and ferocity that obviously had come from Cook-Cook. The sounds of a flamer going off followed this, and then I heard the screams of those who had been targeted by Cook-Cook’s wrath. I thought I had been unnerved just seconds before, but now I was getting disturbed beyond belief. On top of all of this, Cook-Cook was still shrieking about Queenie, and, after the last screams of pain died out from the Fiend grunts who had been scorched, Cook-Cook finally started shouting phrases I could understand. “WHO DID THIS!? WHO FUCKING KILLED HER!? WHO THE FUCK DID IT!? I’LL FIND YOU AND FUCKING BURN YOU BEFORE FUCKING WHATEVER PARTS OF YOU ARE LEFT UNBURNT!”
More rifle shots rang out, and Cook-Cook started shrieking incoherently yet again. At first I thought he had been shot, but I later learned that those shots were deliberately aimed at Queenie’s corpse, except for the last one, which hit the Flamer Cook-Cook was using in such a spot that rendered it useless.
“I’VE GOT ANOTHER JUST LIKE THIS ONE YOU FUCKER!” he screamed, dropping the broken one to the ground, before going after the other one that he spoke of. “AND ANOTHER RIGHT NEXT TO IT! MARK MY FUCKING WORDS, YOU WILL FUCKING BURN!”
At this point, I couldn’t help but stick my head out from the cover and observe. I figured I was far enough away to not be seen, and even then, Cook-Cook was still too enraged to pay much attention to his surroundings to notice me. Thankfully the darkness kept me from getting a very clear view of whatever was left of the Fiends Cook-Cook had burned, but I did see him, with the weapon still attached to his back, pacing furiously. I never saw his face, as it was covered by what looked to be a metal mask, but it wasn’t hard to imagine what it must have looked like while he was in such a state of mind.
At this point, I still hadn’t yet noticed The Courier, and neither had Cook-Cook, so when he made his way behind the maniac, towards the third flamer that he had mentioned, and said, loudly and firmly “How do you think they felt, you sick fuck?”
Cook-Cook, spun around, and with the split second he had to aim, The Courier took another shot, which put this flamer in even worse shape than the first one he had busted.
“YOU FUCKER! YOU CAN’T FUCKING STOP ME! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT ANYWAY!?” Cook-Cook grabbed a nearby 2 by 4 and lunged at The Courier, but this was easily dodged by the much calmer, much more clear headed young man, who used the butt of the rifle to bash Cook-Cook’s leg after he had passed him during the attack.
The psychopath screamed yet again, except now not just due to rage, but due to pain. He fell to the ground, and while he got up relatively quickly, The Courier had bought himself enough time to prepare the last functioning flamer and aim it at Cook-Cook. The Fiend had just enough time to turn around and pause briefly, actually shocked, possibly afraid, before shrieking again and preparing to tackle.
Maybe he wanted to die, or maybe was still just crazy with rage, I don’t know.
The Courier let loose a torrent of flame not more than a couple meters away from Cook-Cook, and promptly dropped the flamer and got a decent distance away from the burning Fiend. With a final bout of screams, which now stemmed from agony as well as rage, Cook-Cook started thrashing about while ablaze, and The Courier watched, before he started shouting himself. “That’s what I mean! Now you know what it’s like to watch something you love die right in front of you, while you’re completely helpless! And now you know what it feels like to be set on fire by someone else for no other reason than the fact that they want to watch you burn!”
Cook-Cook still thrashed for about a full minute after this, and I eventually pulled my head back behind the rubble, unable to take in the sight for much longer. Eventually, the screaming stopped, and The Courier walked back to my position, and I got a better look at his face as we silently made our way back to McCarran.
His clothes were singed, as well as his face, although not bad enough to require much medical attention. His expression was one of anger, determination and, although it disturbs me to say it, satisfaction.
142 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Fri Jun 24, 2011 4:46 pm
Katls
Well, I have a new Pokemon fanfic to post, I hope it will last longer then my other storys.
WARNING: the prologue is very grafic and I will warn you guys when other posts are as well.
The Solona Region
WARNING: the prologue is very grafic and I will warn you guys when other posts are as well.
The Solona Region
- Spoiler:
- Prologue
The hunter had found prey. A Stantler that was peacefully grazing in a glade. He loaded his rifle and was took aim.
Another hunter was there, and she had her sights on the man. She wanted to play with her prey before going in for the kill.
“That rack of yours is the perfect thing to sell the next time I'm at the black market,” he said to himself as the cross hairs on his scope centered on the Stantler.
The other hunter moved in close, and then she shook her bush to scare the Stantler. The Stantler ran off, leaving the man annoyed.
“It always happens, I find a good trophy, it runs off,” the man said. He put the gun sling on his shoulder, only to bare the rifle again when a nearby bush rustled. He carefully crept over to the bush and with his hand on the trigger, he parted the leaves.
Eyes shone back at him and a set of three black claws lunged at him. In the great cliche of hunting dangerous game, the hunter had become the hunted. The hunter jumped back from the claws and he landed on his back. Poor thing, he had a wife back home. To bad he had to not live through this encounter. Serves him right, hunting Pokemon.
The female Absol jumped from the bush, her sleek white coat brightened by the sunlight filtering through the trees. The man could have sworn that he saw a look a triumph on her red eyes. Where if their was or not, it didn't change his horror.
The Absol leaped on him and dug her fangs into his torso, tearing out a chunk of meat and swallowing it in front of his eyes. The feast had begun.
He screamed and screamed for help, but no soul could hear him except the nearby Pokemon who watched and hoped that the Absol will eat her fill.
The Absol continued to rip further into the torso. It did not matter to her that her food was still alive, but it made eating it more enjoyable. The meat and blood was still warm, the flavor of the meat was better, the blood was sweeter, and the body in general was more nourishing.
The hunter continued to scream for a few more minutes, but he gave up and just accepted fate. He was going to die. Midway into the feast, his body surrendered too.
After the Absol was done, she lumbered back to her nest and curled up into a ball with a warm full belly. She slept calmly, and in the morning, she would hunt again.
144 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Sat Jul 23, 2011 12:29 am
Tuomey
King Under The Bridge
Feedback please?
Incentive to read: It has the phrase "Look at all the fucks I don't give! They are literally falling from the sky!"
Incentive to read: It has the phrase "Look at all the fucks I don't give! They are literally falling from the sky!"
145 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Tue Sep 06, 2011 6:44 am
Guest
Guest
After finishing a book about an ex-army wandering Tough Guy called Jack Reacher (Men want to be him, Women want to be with him!) about a week ago, I've since had a developing idea of a story - It is Pony-based, and I've been having a good time imagining they story from beginning to conclusion, and how it draws out (with all the twists and such!). The week passed, and I've got a pretty solid idea! C: So for both amusement, and something to try and commit to, I think I'll give the story a go!
(I'll rate it 'PG'. For Mild Fantasy Violence, and a Silly sense of Humour (in parts :3).
Episodes from Ponyville: Avia
A dark, grey cloud loomed over Ponyville. It was that miserable cloud that always makes any old building look haunted, and any new building look old. Sadly, however, the grey cloud was fitting for the miserable situation in which most of the residents of Ponyville had found themselves.
Unlike surrounding territories, Ponyville's weather was regulated by an assemblage of Pegasus Ponies. Unlike the Earth or Unicorn ponies with which they usually lived with in Ponyville, they had a set of wings on their backs, which allowed them the power of flight. With such an enviable tool at their disposal, came a great responsibility. And that responsibility was found in the Sky.
The Pegasus Ponies adhered to a schedule of creating, moving, and disposing of different types of cloud, so as to bring the Weather to the town, correctly according to the changes in Season. The clouds were cleared to allow the sun to beam on the fields, for a dedicated group of Earth Ponies to bring in an Autumn Harvest - just as they were brought in to snow upon the ground to mark the end of their working season a few months later (of course, this was work alongside the frolicking in the temperate, Summer waters, and the cold, snowy Winter). It was a critical cycle that allowed the town to sustain itself in many ways. However, like many things in life, it was another necessity that was taken for granted.
Many residents simply didn't recognise the importance of the Pegasus' work. For many generations, there was no quarreling about it; In their early years, everybody in the town accepts that they have a role to fulfill, whether they be a Pegasus, a Unicorn, or an Earth Pony. Until the current week, it was all done in good faith, and all lived (relatively) harmoniously.
Sadly, however, discord had developed between the Pegasus Ponies, and the Earth-bound Earth and Unicorn Ponies: For several reasons, the Pegasus Ponies staged a mutiny from their Airbourne duties. So sudden it was, that it was impossible to see it coming. As the week progressed, Ponies began to worry, and many developed theories as to why the Pegasus ponies that they had always been friends with had suddenly become angered with them:
Some said that they were fed up with being bossed around by the Town Hall, who didn't appreciate the dangerous work that they carried out.
Others spread rumour that some of the Pegasus Ponies were told to leave Ponyville by a mythical winged deity, who promised them a fairer life in their home-world of Cloudsdale, high in the clouds above the town.
Of course, skeptics dismissed the latter as folklore - But for whatever reason it be, whether petty or significant, the clouds above Ponyville remained grey and motionless. And the town was devoid of but a few Pegasus ponies - For the majority had taken leave in the clouds.
But two of these remaining Ponies, defiant as they were, were to be found in a house which was carved magnificently from a giant tree, on the outskirts of the town. They were gathered, along with four others - two Earth, and two Unicorn - discussing what they, as a loyal group of friends, could do together, to bring harmony back once more. The quicker the better, as Summer was looking set to be the worst that it had been in decades.
One mile away, under a Sunny sky just to the west of Ponyville, a Grey Pony sought his way to the shadowed, miserable town. The cloud acting as his Compass Star. The Doc had set off for Ponyville the previous day.
(After editing, I've just realised that writing this back-story was a lot harder than I expected! :C But subsequent parts will be better - I know it! :3 )
(I'll rate it 'PG'. For Mild Fantasy Violence, and a Silly sense of Humour (in parts :3).
Episodes from Ponyville: Avia
A dark, grey cloud loomed over Ponyville. It was that miserable cloud that always makes any old building look haunted, and any new building look old. Sadly, however, the grey cloud was fitting for the miserable situation in which most of the residents of Ponyville had found themselves.
Unlike surrounding territories, Ponyville's weather was regulated by an assemblage of Pegasus Ponies. Unlike the Earth or Unicorn ponies with which they usually lived with in Ponyville, they had a set of wings on their backs, which allowed them the power of flight. With such an enviable tool at their disposal, came a great responsibility. And that responsibility was found in the Sky.
The Pegasus Ponies adhered to a schedule of creating, moving, and disposing of different types of cloud, so as to bring the Weather to the town, correctly according to the changes in Season. The clouds were cleared to allow the sun to beam on the fields, for a dedicated group of Earth Ponies to bring in an Autumn Harvest - just as they were brought in to snow upon the ground to mark the end of their working season a few months later (of course, this was work alongside the frolicking in the temperate, Summer waters, and the cold, snowy Winter). It was a critical cycle that allowed the town to sustain itself in many ways. However, like many things in life, it was another necessity that was taken for granted.
Many residents simply didn't recognise the importance of the Pegasus' work. For many generations, there was no quarreling about it; In their early years, everybody in the town accepts that they have a role to fulfill, whether they be a Pegasus, a Unicorn, or an Earth Pony. Until the current week, it was all done in good faith, and all lived (relatively) harmoniously.
Sadly, however, discord had developed between the Pegasus Ponies, and the Earth-bound Earth and Unicorn Ponies: For several reasons, the Pegasus Ponies staged a mutiny from their Airbourne duties. So sudden it was, that it was impossible to see it coming. As the week progressed, Ponies began to worry, and many developed theories as to why the Pegasus ponies that they had always been friends with had suddenly become angered with them:
Some said that they were fed up with being bossed around by the Town Hall, who didn't appreciate the dangerous work that they carried out.
Others spread rumour that some of the Pegasus Ponies were told to leave Ponyville by a mythical winged deity, who promised them a fairer life in their home-world of Cloudsdale, high in the clouds above the town.
Of course, skeptics dismissed the latter as folklore - But for whatever reason it be, whether petty or significant, the clouds above Ponyville remained grey and motionless. And the town was devoid of but a few Pegasus ponies - For the majority had taken leave in the clouds.
But two of these remaining Ponies, defiant as they were, were to be found in a house which was carved magnificently from a giant tree, on the outskirts of the town. They were gathered, along with four others - two Earth, and two Unicorn - discussing what they, as a loyal group of friends, could do together, to bring harmony back once more. The quicker the better, as Summer was looking set to be the worst that it had been in decades.
One mile away, under a Sunny sky just to the west of Ponyville, a Grey Pony sought his way to the shadowed, miserable town. The cloud acting as his Compass Star. The Doc had set off for Ponyville the previous day.
(After editing, I've just realised that writing this back-story was a lot harder than I expected! :C But subsequent parts will be better - I know it! :3 )
146 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Tue Sep 06, 2011 7:55 am
Hollyღ
Dove in the Moonlight
Oh Esbiate I love it! Bon travail!
147 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Wed Sep 07, 2011 6:31 am
Guest
Guest
((Thank you :3 ))
Inside the magnificent Oak Tree, a discussion was being held between six Ponies.
"Well we can't just take everyone back down from Cloudsdale! For one, two-thirds of us can't fly." The purple Unicorn said to a blue Pegasus.
"Number two." An orange Earth Pony added. "Didn't y'all see how they just left? Lickety-split! We ain't got no right draggin' all them Ponies back when we don't know nothin' about it."
"Yeah, but we can't have a huge cloud over Ponyville! Just 'cause some Ponies are too lazy to clean up that nasty thing!" The blue Pegasus said, gesturing at the cloud like it was something grotesque. She even stuck out her tongue to emphasise her frustration.
"Well the thing does look simply ghastly, and I haven't got any sun on me in a week! The nearest tanning beds are in Canterlot, and that's miles away!" A white Unicorn complained.
"Rarity, you've gotta stop thinking 'bout your hair, hon. We've got ourselves a whole mess o' trouble." The orange Pony said over her gasping.
"Well, Applejack, you should take time to actually look at your mane. Have you seen it; it's tragic!" The white Unicorn called Rarity said back, slightly offended.
"Guys!" The purple Pony yelled over them. Applejack and Rarity looked at her. "There's no time for us to argue! We've got to think of a plan to get the Pegasus ponies talking with the Town Hall again. Otherwise, they'll just make it Storm all the time!"
She raised on her hind legs and waved her front legs to express the seriousness of the matter.
Everybody stayed silent for a moment.
"Well that would just be gruesome." Rarity said in an undertone.
"No doubtin' that." Applejack added.
"Dash." Applejack called to the blue Pegasus. "Do you know were Scootaloo, Sweetie-belle and Applebloom are?"
"In Twilight's room." Rainbow Dash replied. "Scootaloo listened to me." She said proudly. "She thinks I'm the best! Which I sorta am." She added, grinning widely.
"Well, at least she didn't fly off like the others. She seemed to have more sense in her. Didja notice how everyone was completely ignorin' us when we called after 'em?" Applejack asked the purple Pony.
"Oh, I don't know what to think." She said in a defeated tone. "The Princess will be horrified when she finds out!" She gasped at her own words. "This isn't friendship at all! This is madness!" She started rushing about the room, panicking. "She'll tie this whole thing to me, and she'll pull me out of Ponyville!"
She started hyperventilating.
"Hold your horses there, Twilight." Applejack said, placing a hoof in her mouth to stop her exhaling momentarily. "You worry too much about the Princess. She won't tie this down to you. You had nothin' to do with this whole darn thing!"
She pulled her hoof out of Twilight's mouth, and Twilight exhaled slowly.
"Yeah." She said, doubtingly. "Maybe you're right. But she'll still have me to talk to, seeing as I'm her go-to Pony on Friendship."
"Well we'll cross that bridge when it comes to it, darling." Rarity said, encouragingly putting one hoof over her shoulder.
"Yeah! Besides, you seen me bustin' my flank trying to move that thing? It's huge! So dense!" she said, pushing her two front legs together into a ball. As if she was hoof-wrestling herself.
"We've all tried to do somethin' about it." Applejack nodded at her. No Pegasus nor Unicorn nor land Pony can make that thing budge. We're gonna need all them sky-Ponies back to move it."
Suddenly, a wrapping was heard on the door, and a pink Pony who hadn't said a word for the whole conversation piped up:
"Hey Twilight, we've got a visitor!"
The gathering of Ponies turned about to face the door. It opened, and across the threshold stepped the Doc.
The pink Pony gasped.
"Stay... cool... Pinkie!" She said to herself in a fluster, bouncing excitedly on the tips of her hooves.
Inside the magnificent Oak Tree, a discussion was being held between six Ponies.
"Well we can't just take everyone back down from Cloudsdale! For one, two-thirds of us can't fly." The purple Unicorn said to a blue Pegasus.
"Number two." An orange Earth Pony added. "Didn't y'all see how they just left? Lickety-split! We ain't got no right draggin' all them Ponies back when we don't know nothin' about it."
"Yeah, but we can't have a huge cloud over Ponyville! Just 'cause some Ponies are too lazy to clean up that nasty thing!" The blue Pegasus said, gesturing at the cloud like it was something grotesque. She even stuck out her tongue to emphasise her frustration.
"Well the thing does look simply ghastly, and I haven't got any sun on me in a week! The nearest tanning beds are in Canterlot, and that's miles away!" A white Unicorn complained.
"Rarity, you've gotta stop thinking 'bout your hair, hon. We've got ourselves a whole mess o' trouble." The orange Pony said over her gasping.
"Well, Applejack, you should take time to actually look at your mane. Have you seen it; it's tragic!" The white Unicorn called Rarity said back, slightly offended.
"Guys!" The purple Pony yelled over them. Applejack and Rarity looked at her. "There's no time for us to argue! We've got to think of a plan to get the Pegasus ponies talking with the Town Hall again. Otherwise, they'll just make it Storm all the time!"
She raised on her hind legs and waved her front legs to express the seriousness of the matter.
Everybody stayed silent for a moment.
"Well that would just be gruesome." Rarity said in an undertone.
"No doubtin' that." Applejack added.
"Dash." Applejack called to the blue Pegasus. "Do you know were Scootaloo, Sweetie-belle and Applebloom are?"
"In Twilight's room." Rainbow Dash replied. "Scootaloo listened to me." She said proudly. "She thinks I'm the best! Which I sorta am." She added, grinning widely.
"Well, at least she didn't fly off like the others. She seemed to have more sense in her. Didja notice how everyone was completely ignorin' us when we called after 'em?" Applejack asked the purple Pony.
"Oh, I don't know what to think." She said in a defeated tone. "The Princess will be horrified when she finds out!" She gasped at her own words. "This isn't friendship at all! This is madness!" She started rushing about the room, panicking. "She'll tie this whole thing to me, and she'll pull me out of Ponyville!"
She started hyperventilating.
"Hold your horses there, Twilight." Applejack said, placing a hoof in her mouth to stop her exhaling momentarily. "You worry too much about the Princess. She won't tie this down to you. You had nothin' to do with this whole darn thing!"
She pulled her hoof out of Twilight's mouth, and Twilight exhaled slowly.
"Yeah." She said, doubtingly. "Maybe you're right. But she'll still have me to talk to, seeing as I'm her go-to Pony on Friendship."
"Well we'll cross that bridge when it comes to it, darling." Rarity said, encouragingly putting one hoof over her shoulder.
"Yeah! Besides, you seen me bustin' my flank trying to move that thing? It's huge! So dense!" she said, pushing her two front legs together into a ball. As if she was hoof-wrestling herself.
"We've all tried to do somethin' about it." Applejack nodded at her. No Pegasus nor Unicorn nor land Pony can make that thing budge. We're gonna need all them sky-Ponies back to move it."
Suddenly, a wrapping was heard on the door, and a pink Pony who hadn't said a word for the whole conversation piped up:
"Hey Twilight, we've got a visitor!"
The gathering of Ponies turned about to face the door. It opened, and across the threshold stepped the Doc.
The pink Pony gasped.
"Stay... cool... Pinkie!" She said to herself in a fluster, bouncing excitedly on the tips of her hooves.
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149 Re: Literature for excited Thespians & wise/all-knowing people! Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:39 am
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I'm almost finnished with chapter one, but schools standing in the way, much to my frustration. Off to homework!
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The pink Pony who greeted the Doc at the door was bouncing up and down semi-madly. Everybody was looking between her and the grey Pony who took a step inside the house.
Twilight walked up to the door, ignoring Pinkie Pie.
"Hi there, have we met?" She asked politely.
"Of course we've met! Well, not formally of course, but I know him!" Pinkie chirped, jumping between Twilight and Pinkie.
"We have?" Twilight asked her.
"Of course we have!" She said. Doc noted that she spoke very quickly. She seemed very excitable. "Don't you know who you're talking to?!"
"No, Pinkie, we don't." Applejack said, with a pretty exasperated look. "Poor guy hasn't even had a chance to name himself."
Doc smiled slyly. The orange Pony was down to Earth, he thought. He was just about to say "Doc." When Pinkie interrupted him.
"Ugh! Hello?! Cloudsdale? Five weeks ago?"
"Uh, Pinkie? We have no idea what you're talking about." said Rainbow Dash.
Pinkie Pie sighed a put a hoof to her face in frustration. She walked over to Twilight's work-desk and rummaged through a stack of magazines before pulling one thin issue from the pile.
"What have you got there, Pinkie Pie?" Rarity asked her. But Pinkie didn't answer, but instead took her place next to Doc and held up the magazine to the other ponies facing her.
"Teen Heartthrob Magazine" Applejack read aloud. Pinkie Pie, saying nothing, pointed to the bottom left corner of the magazine cover.
Doc looked around at the magazine. To his surprise, he saw a picture of himself along with three other ponies.
I see where she's going with this. Doc thought.
"Well would you look a' that?" Applejack said, quite surprised. "No mistakin' him."
"Hey, we saw him in concert in Cloudsdale!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed.
"In all honesty, I didn't expect to find myself on the cover of 'Teen Heartthrob Magazine" Doc said.
"No way!" Pinkie Pie shouted, making all the other ponies recoil slightly. "You're ranked 47th hunkiest Colt!"
Is this what all girly periodicals contained? the Doc thought. But he decided that if he wanted to mark his presence, he best do it sooner, rather than later.
"Yes, I am the Doc." he said. "Bass Player for the Foal Fighters. Played Cloudsdale some five-weeks prior to this one."
It was silent for a moment, but everybody smiled politely. It was a little awkward. Twilight decided to walk up to him.
"Well it's a pleasure having you here. Now that you mention it, I do remember coming to see that show."
She's polite and articulate the Doc thought. Definitely a leader, if these ponies have one
"Yeah!" Rainbow Dash said. "Hey, what are you doing now?" She asked. "I mean; you aren't doing normal band stuff, right?"
The Doc nodded once.
"Nah. We've been on hiatus for the past couple of weeks. In fact, Cloudsdale was the last concert that we played. We agreed last year that we would end that tour and pursue our own goals for a bit. Nothing substantial. No break-up."
Pinkie Pie smiled.
"Yup! And now it's good that you're here, because this week has been soooooo bad! I mean, worse than that time when Rarity lost her shoes - We didn't hear the end of that for ages!" She exclaimed.
"Pinkamena!" Rarity exclaimed, blushing.
Doc observed the expression on her face. Only a true lady would be able to tell him through expression that she didn't want to hear that kind of story ever again.
"Well, yes." Twilight said, re-railing the conversation. "We've had a bit of a problem in Ponyville recently."
"I know." The Doc said. "Pegasus ponies are all leaving for a multitude of less-than-plausible reasons, and now you've got a storm cloud above you."
They all looked shocked.
"Wow, how did you know that?" Rainbow Dash asked him.
"Papers." Doc replied. "What happens in Ponyville doesn't necessarily stay in Ponyville."
Applejack and Rainbow Dash laughed, and the two Unicorns nodded in agreement.
"Well, yeah." Applejack said, still grinning. "T'ain't. a pretty sight."
"Listen." The Doc said. He was in his let's get down to business type-mood after making the others feel a bit more comfortable. "The Pegasus' can serve up a storm all they like. But I don't believe why they left has anything to do with unfairness, or danger in the sky. It's going to be something a little more significant if it can draw out a whole herd of sky-ponies."
"Well, Doc." Rarity asked him. "Why do you think that they left." She stressed the 'you' as if toughly questioning him.
"That, my lady." He said, nodding courteously. "Is something we'll have to find out." Rarity was taken aback, but in a pleasant, flattered way.
Twilight walked up to the door, ignoring Pinkie Pie.
"Hi there, have we met?" She asked politely.
"Of course we've met! Well, not formally of course, but I know him!" Pinkie chirped, jumping between Twilight and Pinkie.
"We have?" Twilight asked her.
"Of course we have!" She said. Doc noted that she spoke very quickly. She seemed very excitable. "Don't you know who you're talking to?!"
"No, Pinkie, we don't." Applejack said, with a pretty exasperated look. "Poor guy hasn't even had a chance to name himself."
Doc smiled slyly. The orange Pony was down to Earth, he thought. He was just about to say "Doc." When Pinkie interrupted him.
"Ugh! Hello?! Cloudsdale? Five weeks ago?"
"Uh, Pinkie? We have no idea what you're talking about." said Rainbow Dash.
Pinkie Pie sighed a put a hoof to her face in frustration. She walked over to Twilight's work-desk and rummaged through a stack of magazines before pulling one thin issue from the pile.
"What have you got there, Pinkie Pie?" Rarity asked her. But Pinkie didn't answer, but instead took her place next to Doc and held up the magazine to the other ponies facing her.
"Teen Heartthrob Magazine" Applejack read aloud. Pinkie Pie, saying nothing, pointed to the bottom left corner of the magazine cover.
Doc looked around at the magazine. To his surprise, he saw a picture of himself along with three other ponies.
I see where she's going with this. Doc thought.
"Well would you look a' that?" Applejack said, quite surprised. "No mistakin' him."
"Hey, we saw him in concert in Cloudsdale!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed.
"In all honesty, I didn't expect to find myself on the cover of 'Teen Heartthrob Magazine" Doc said.
"No way!" Pinkie Pie shouted, making all the other ponies recoil slightly. "You're ranked 47th hunkiest Colt!"
Is this what all girly periodicals contained? the Doc thought. But he decided that if he wanted to mark his presence, he best do it sooner, rather than later.
"Yes, I am the Doc." he said. "Bass Player for the Foal Fighters. Played Cloudsdale some five-weeks prior to this one."
It was silent for a moment, but everybody smiled politely. It was a little awkward. Twilight decided to walk up to him.
"Well it's a pleasure having you here. Now that you mention it, I do remember coming to see that show."
She's polite and articulate the Doc thought. Definitely a leader, if these ponies have one
"Yeah!" Rainbow Dash said. "Hey, what are you doing now?" She asked. "I mean; you aren't doing normal band stuff, right?"
The Doc nodded once.
"Nah. We've been on hiatus for the past couple of weeks. In fact, Cloudsdale was the last concert that we played. We agreed last year that we would end that tour and pursue our own goals for a bit. Nothing substantial. No break-up."
Pinkie Pie smiled.
"Yup! And now it's good that you're here, because this week has been soooooo bad! I mean, worse than that time when Rarity lost her shoes - We didn't hear the end of that for ages!" She exclaimed.
"Pinkamena!" Rarity exclaimed, blushing.
Doc observed the expression on her face. Only a true lady would be able to tell him through expression that she didn't want to hear that kind of story ever again.
"Well, yes." Twilight said, re-railing the conversation. "We've had a bit of a problem in Ponyville recently."
"I know." The Doc said. "Pegasus ponies are all leaving for a multitude of less-than-plausible reasons, and now you've got a storm cloud above you."
They all looked shocked.
"Wow, how did you know that?" Rainbow Dash asked him.
"Papers." Doc replied. "What happens in Ponyville doesn't necessarily stay in Ponyville."
Applejack and Rainbow Dash laughed, and the two Unicorns nodded in agreement.
"Well, yeah." Applejack said, still grinning. "T'ain't. a pretty sight."
"Listen." The Doc said. He was in his let's get down to business type-mood after making the others feel a bit more comfortable. "The Pegasus' can serve up a storm all they like. But I don't believe why they left has anything to do with unfairness, or danger in the sky. It's going to be something a little more significant if it can draw out a whole herd of sky-ponies."
"Well, Doc." Rarity asked him. "Why do you think that they left." She stressed the 'you' as if toughly questioning him.
"That, my lady." He said, nodding courteously. "Is something we'll have to find out." Rarity was taken aback, but in a pleasant, flattered way.
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