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Originally Posted by
HalfTangible
It's a gigant'c robot, a'course it'll be in one piece!!
Lone Star flipped a bunch of levers and pushed some buttons at random. Uh, let's see, which one of these pulls up the manual... ah, here we go!
The glass case Es was in suddenly turned opaque, and various manuals popped up on screen. Quick, gimme a button and lever!
Esmeralda blinked as thousands of lines of words suddenly swirled into focus in front of her. "Umm.... just a moment," she called out, her eyes skimming each page quickly. "Ah... that red button over there. That should activate main engines."
Though with the rocket engines on the robot currently being pointed downwards, the effect should be interesting...
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HalfTangible
Wrench muted the voice for the communicator so Star and Es couldn't hear. Well yeah, but then the communicator and tracking systems shut down too. Need to find where it is first. He showed Shell Shock a second remote that looked to be calculating the robot's position. Moment I do, gonna go tag 'em and bag 'em. Then he grinned. Wanna come along? It'll be jus' like ol' times. The mare's even blue.
Shell Shock hummed thoughtfully. "Yeah well... I'm not sure aboot hurtin' a wee lass. I mean, it jus' isn't right."
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Benson
"Love your hat heheh," Gearstride said with a playful smirk.
"Hehe, it is groovy ain't it?....Kinda makin me hungry...." The stallion's thoughts wandered for a moment before snapping out of it. "Kinda....I mean...I share the spotlight with five others. I just hope I do well enough that others like it." He said with a warm if bashful smile. "My first time on a real stage....not some kiddy healthy foods pageant like when I was a foal and dressed up as a carrot." He chuckled in mirth.
"I'm sure you'd do well, mister," Silverpine said with an encouraging smile. "Just remember yer lines and you should be good."
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"Maybe....but who knows....he may end up thinking that he has his hoof in the door to start trying to get involved in my life..." He sighed. Oh how little you know Foxy.
Icy leaned in to kiss Fox's cheek. "Well, we'll deal with it when the time comes. I do recall you have something planned?" she said with a faint smile.
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"That it?" Sandy asked, flicking off his horn-light. Even though the job was finished...failure still haunted his hooves. The little stallion hardly trusted himself to flip the switch and test out Night Jewel's handiwork.
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PurityIcekiller
"Yes, all done. This should work splendidly."
Night Jewel stepped back from the box and smiled at the others. "That was fun. I've always loved tinkering with devices like this. So, is there anything else to be done here?"
"I think that was really the major issue....which I feel silly about," Prompter said bashfully, ears pinned back. "But I guess now with just little things, maybe you two can be ushers for patrons, showing them to their seats, we got some cute vest uniforms for that oooh weeee!" Her cheerful attitude returned.
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Grif
"I'm sure you'd do well, mister," Silverpine said with an encouraging smile. "Just remember yer lines and you should be good."
He tapped his head and nodded. "Got them all in here. Name's Idle Chat by the way, I am actually guard here and town but...I couldn't pass up this opportunity to try out for the play ya know? I do love talkin hahah."
"Your parents named you well then heheh," Gearstride commented.
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Icy leaned in to kiss Fox's cheek. "Well, we'll deal with it when the time comes. I do recall you have something planned?" she said with a faint smile.
Her kisses and nuzzling did seem to have an effect on him. He faintly smiled and smooched her muzzle. "You're right.." He looked at the clock. "I hope the carriage guy got here in time."
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Benson
"I think that was really the major issue....which I feel silly about," Prompter said bashfully, ears pinned back. "But I guess now with just little things, maybe you two can be ushers for patrons, showing them to their seats, we got some cute vest uniforms for that oooh weeee!" Her cheerful attitude returned.
Sandy's ears pricked up. "Y'need ushers? Now that, I know I can handle." A fresh assignment before him, the little stallion was born anew. He straightened his floppy hat authoritatively, tidied up his wooly scarf, and stomped a hoof on the ground as he stood to attention. "Sandy Shores, Junior Usher First Class, reportin' for duty Miss Prompter!"
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Benson
He tapped his head and nodded. "Got them all in here. Name's Idle Chat by the way, I am actually guard here and town but...I couldn't pass up this opportunity to try out for the play ya know? I do love talkin hahah."
"Your parents named you well then heheh," Gearstride commented.
(I think Idle's syntax got a little messed up there. :smalltongue: )
"Must be fun, being a guard. Getting to talking to ponies all the time," Silverpine added, smirking. "Are you one of those desk-guards, or do you go on patrol?"
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Her kisses and nuzzling did seem to have an effect on him. He faintly smiled and smooched her muzzle. "You're right.." He looked at the clock. "I hope the carriage guy got here in time."
"Well, where and when was he supposed to be picking us up?" Icy asked, leaning against him.
[Tyrol and Co.]
Twas' a dimly lighted, but homely pub, the kind that you could find in any small town. The redoubtable trio found themselves sitting in corner, cider bottle already lined up on the table.
"Told you she wouldn't come," Tyrol said, as he glanced at the clock at the bar.
"Well, maybe she just had something to do before coming here," Lemongrass muttered half-heartedly.
Staccata, presumably was also sitting with them.
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Grif
Esmeralda blinked as thousands of lines of words suddenly swirled into focus in front of her. "Umm.... just a moment," she called out, her eyes skimming each page quickly. "Ah... that red button over there. That should activate main engines."
Though with the rocket engines on the robot currently being pointed downwards, the effect should be interesting...
The unicorn's legs began walking. However, since the legs were in the air, it didn't do much.
... Huh. Where's the stand butto-
The robot turned and stood.
Ah, there we go... wait, 'mind control' button? What does that do?
Es felt her body fall limp, and could feel she was in control of the robot with her thoughts.
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Fair enough. Think she's pregnant anyway. Wrench turned the voice system back on. Git the hell outta my robot!
But we didn't even get to make out in it yet!...... I mean, take the robot for a spin.
Wrench facehoofed.
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Grif
[Tyrol and Co.]
Twas' a dimly lighted, but homely pub, the kind that you could find in any small town. The redoubtable trio found themselves sitting in corner, cider bottle already lined up on the table.
"Told you she wouldn't come," Tyrol said, as he glanced at the clock at the bar.
"Well, maybe she just had something to do before coming here," Lemongrass muttered half-heartedly.
Staccata, presumably was also sitting with them.
Staccata was indeed there. Of course she was busy not telling them about any of the information trade that goes on here... well it's been more here than it was before. Somepony has been sending missives and that costs coin and that brings in more ponies.
But anyway, some of the regulars may or may not be uncomfortable with Staccata present with two guards.
"You never did tell me who exactly you'd meet at a place like this."
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HalfTangible
The unicorn's legs began walking. However, since the legs were in the air, it didn't do much.
... Huh. Where's the stand butto-
The robot turned and stood.
Ah, there we go... wait, 'mind control' button? What does that do?
Es felt her body fall limp, and could feel she was in control of the robot with her thoughts.
Esmeralda blinked. Or rather, she thought she was blinking. One moment she was busy trying to flip through the bewildering array of words that had lined up on the screen. The next, it felt like something reached out and plucked her soul out of her body. Almost. Dimly, she could still feel herself standing. Or was she? Lone Star was saying something, but all she could hear was a blur.
She blinked again. And her vision suddenly switched to a panorama of the lake. Almost like... like she was floating in mid air. Like she was now seeing through the eyes... Esmeralda's lips curled up in a smile.
"Hey, Star. Watch this," she could hear herself say faintly.
The robot suddenly surged downwards and landed on the sandy shores of the lake with a loud whump.
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HalfTangible
Fair enough. Think she's pregnant anyway. Wrench turned the voice system back on. Git the hell outta my robot!
But we didn't even get to make out in it yet!...... I mean, take the robot for a spin.
Wrench facehoofed.
"Aww... aren't they such a sweet couple~" Shell Shock chuckled. Likely this would earn him Wrench's evil eye. :smalltongue:
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Originally Posted by
MCerberus
Staccata was indeed there. Of course she was busy not telling them about any of the information trade that goes on here... well it's been more here than it was before. Somepony has been sending missives and that costs coin and that brings in more ponies.
But anyway, some of the regulars may or may not be uncomfortable with Staccata present with two guards.
"You never did tell me who exactly you'd meet at a place like this."
Lemongrass was a little too busy sulking to notice the odd glances shot their way. Well, it wasn't like he wasn't used to it. Him and Dreamrunner probably invited many more stares.
Tyrol shrugged. "Well, you know that paladin fellow... no not the one in black armour, the other haughty one... umm... Knight-Commander Blueshield was it? Well, anyway, Lemongrass was betting twenty bits that he could get her drunk." He glanced at the glum pegasus slumped at the table, and chuckled. "Looks like I'm going to collect."
"Not yet!" Lemongrass insisted.
"Sure, you keep telling yourself that."
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Grif
(I think Idle's syntax got a little messed up there. :smalltongue: )
"Must be fun, being a guard. Getting to talking to ponies all the time," Silverpine added, smirking. "Are you one of those desk-guards, or do you go on patrol?"
(I dont know what happened xD)
"Patrolin' guard, though mostly gate guard, usually the west gate, our busiest gate for some reason," He had a thoughtful look on his face and tapped his chin. "Anyways, seen all kinds of crazy things, ponies, invaders, gosh...it does make me wonder why anyone would want ta invade ol Bridle Shores...we're just a normal, peaceful town with a military outpost." He said without a hint of irony.
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"Well, where and when was he supposed to be picking us up?" Icy asked, leaning against him.
"Right about now...here," He softly said stealing another kiss. "Dang, I never get tired of stealing them kisses from you." He sat up and softly sighed, urgh it was so stressful having Balboa around. He was glad to have gotten rid of the stallion before he wound up making the carriage puller wait for a long while.
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PurityIcekiller
"And since I so clearly and plainly stated that I thought you a goldbrick, a goof-off, no good, you felt insulted," Blueshield said in a heavily sarcastic tone. "I made no judgements of you as an individual and your capabilities. Rather, I..."
She hesitated a bit, not as sure of herself now. "...To be truthful, it was about me. I suspected my statement might come across as advocating negligence of one's obligations, and overcorrected. I had no intentions of creating a perception of me as unfaithful to my purpose. It was protecting my own reputation, not an accusation against you."
Prose flashes a crooked little smile, and sticks out a hoof. "Hey now, no worries. No hard feelings?"
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Kelvin360
"After such dangers
Does the hero fear the grave
Or merely the thought?" Snowstorm asks.
"Then again, something tells me all of us...Hold duties where we face death far too much." She furrows her brow. "Something also tells me swapping to Iambic Pentameter is a little too basic to fully impress you."
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Blueshield shook her head. "I was never a specialist with poetic composition myself. I shall refrain from contributing in that area."
"Poetry is poetry," Prose smirks. "And Iambic Pentameter isn't basic, per se. The fact that a pony can be bothered to create or recite any sort of poetry - from lymeric to sonnet - is enough to impress me."
"Also, your haiku had proper meter, but a proper haiku focuses on a specific item, typically highlighted or addressed in the first line, like a butterfly, or a thundercloud, so on and so forth," he tells Snow with a cheeky little smile. "Nice try though."
"Also, to offer a retort..."
"Grim mortality,
Always waiting patiently,
Why fear what must be?" he muses aloofly, throwing out another haiku.
"Or, if you'd prefer something more traditional..." he smirks.
"Death shall come for all in due course.
From bravest hound, to meekest horse.
Those who fear it and those who flee,
Can't escape what must always be.
So why fear what you cannot fight?
Enjoy your time, til coming Night."
His poem concluded, Prose gives another crooked little smirk. "Never been to fond of iambic pentameter, personally. More of a tetrameter kinda stallion..."
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Esmeralda blinked. Or rather, she thought she was blinking. One moment she was busy trying to flip through the bewildering array of words that had lined up on the screen. The next, it felt like something reached out and plucked her soul out of her body. Almost. Dimly, she could still feel herself standing. Or was she? Lone Star was saying something, but all she could hear was a blur.
She blinked again. And her vision suddenly switched to a panorama of the lake. Almost like... like she was floating in mid air. Like she was now seeing through the eyes... Esmeralda's lips curled up in a smile.
"Hey, Star. Watch this," she could hear herself say faintly.
The robot suddenly surged downwards and landed on the sandy shores of the lake with a loud whump.
...Ow... Lone Star pulled himself off the ground and rubbed his head. Guess we know what that does. Through the security cameras, Es could see Lone Star looking at the booth. Ya feelin' okay in there?
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"Aww... aren't they such a sweet couple~" Shell Shock chuckled. Likely this would earn him Wrench's evil eye. :smalltongue:
The evilest. Shoulda known better than to show Pyro's kid mah- The remote beeped thrice. Ah, there we go, they're at the lake. He pressed a button.
Long as they don't have the neural command on, that oughta shut it down. And if by some miracle they do, it'll shut down all weapons.
Wrench stood up. Let's go. Don't gotta fight 'em, but I really need 'em outta my robot. He cocked an eyebrow. And I got questions for the stallion about ol' Pyro.
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In addition to the aforementioned camera stuff, Es would suddenly see a message that all functions except motion were now shutting down. No weapons, but it could walk, fly and teleport.
...Also, with the background hum of the weapon systems gone, she'd notice she could control the tracking system, including its coordinates. She could send Wrench and Shell Shock anywhere.
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Benson
(I dont know what happened xD)
"Patrolin' guard, though mostly gate guard, usually the west gate, our busiest gate for some reason," He had a thoughtful look on his face and tapped his chin. "Anyways, seen all kinds of crazy things, ponies, invaders, gosh...it does make me wonder why anyone would want ta invade ol Bridle Shores...we're just a normal, peaceful town with a military outpost." He said without a hint of irony.
"I'd say the town attracts more than its fair share of... strange ponies. Might be a reason why," Silverpine replied with a wry smile. "
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Benson
"Right about now...here," He softly said stealing another kiss. "Dang, I never get tired of stealing them kisses from you." He sat up and softly sighed, urgh it was so stressful having Balboa around. He was glad to have gotten rid of the stallion before he wound up making the carriage puller wait for a long while.
Icy just had to roll her eyes at his attempts to steal kisses from her all the time. It wasn't as if she minded. :smalltongue: She gave him another comforting nuzzle, before nudging him towards the door. "Well... let's not keep our ride waiting then, shall we?"
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HalfTangible
...Ow... Lone Star pulled himself off the ground and rubbed his head. Guess we know what that does. Through the security cameras, Es could see Lone Star looking at the booth. Ya feelin' okay in there?
"It's odd, I'll give it that." Instinctively, she raised a hoof, and the robot whirled to follow suit. "Imagine you're having an out of body experience and using that to control your body."
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HalfTangible
The evilest. Shoulda known better than to show Pyro's kid mah- The remote beeped thrice. Ah, there we go, they're at the lake. He pressed a button.
Long as they don't have the neural command on, that oughta shut it down. And if by some miracle they do, it'll shut down all weapons.
Wrench stood up. Let's go. Don't gotta fight 'em, but I really need 'em outta my robot. He cocked an eyebrow. And I got questions for the stallion about ol' Pyro.
Shell Shock blinked, then fell in step with Wrench. "Hold on there. Ya said nothin' aboot Pyro's wee lad bein' in town. Hell. I didn't even know he had a wee lad."
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In addition to the aforementioned camera stuff, Es would suddenly see a message that all functions except motion were now shutting down. No weapons, but it could walk, fly and teleport.
...Also, with the background hum of the weapon systems gone, she'd notice she could control the tracking system, including its coordinates. She could send Wrench and Shell Shock anywhere.
"... and there goes our nose-mounted laser," Esmeralda remarked, sounding mildly disappointed. "On the bright side..." A quick mental command reset their coordinates to the local bar. :smalltongue: "... we now have all the time in the world to play with the robot."
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"It's odd, I'll give it that." Instinctively, she raised a hoof, and the robot whirled to follow suit. "Imagine you're having an out of body experience and using that to control your body."
Huh. I did that once. Yeah, that was pretty weird...
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Shell Shock blinked, then fell in step with Wrench. "Hold on there. Ya said nothin' aboot Pyro's wee lad bein' in town. Hell. I didn't even know he had a wee lad."
W' the other team's Pyro, at that. Canya believe it? Wrench rubbed his head. I thought they were both guys and then some kid comes in w' the old flamethrower. Said it was his dads'.
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"... and there goes our nose-mounted laser," Esmeralda remarked, sounding mildly disappointed. "On the bright side..." A quick mental command reset their coordinates to the local bar. :smalltongue: "... we now have all the time in the world to play with the robot."
Sweeeeet.
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Okay, they teleported to... the bar. He cocked an eyebrow. Bet you're happy 'bout that.
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Lemongrass was a little too busy sulking to notice the odd glances shot their way. Well, it wasn't like he wasn't used to it. Him and Dreamrunner probably invited many more stares.
Tyrol shrugged. "Well, you know that paladin fellow... no not the one in black armour, the other haughty one... umm... Knight-Commander Blueshield was it? Well, anyway, Lemongrass was betting twenty bits that he could get her drunk." He glanced at the glum pegasus slumped at the table, and chuckled. "Looks like I'm going to collect."
"Not yet!" Lemongrass insisted.
"Sure, you keep telling yourself that."
Staccata could go on about the massive can of worms Lemongrass is getting into associating with the sanctimonious. Of course it could be that she's just making one connection to far. The mare makes a circular motion with her forehoof.
"Aren't you already engaged or something?"
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Huh. I did that once. Yeah, that was pretty weird...
Sweeeeet.
"So, where to, love? Do we start by exploring the forest?" Esmeralda found herself saying dimly.
It was really, really weird to her, to say the least.
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HalfTangible
W' the other team's Pyro, at that. Canya believe it? Wrench rubbed his head. I thought they were both guys and then some kid comes in w' the old flamethrower. Said it was his dads'.
Okay, they teleported to... the bar. He cocked an eyebrow. Bet you're happy 'bout that.
"I like how they're thinking..." Shell Shock said with a grin, as he finished loading his grenade launcher, and locked the grenades in place. "Let's go git some robots."
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Originally Posted by
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Staccata could go on about the massive can of worms Lemongrass is getting into associating with the sanctimonious. Of course it could be that she's just making one connection to far. The mare makes a circular motion with her forehoof.
"Aren't you already engaged or something?"
Lemongrass nearly did a spittake as Staccata said her piece. "W-what? It's nothing like that!"
"... it's just a silly bet we had. To get the knight-commander to loosen up."
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Lemongrass nearly did a spittake as Staccata said her piece. "W-what? It's nothing like that!"
"... it's just a silly bet we had. To get the knight-commander to loosen up."
One of the servers comes past and deposits Staccata's usual hot tea. With the other Paladin in town out of town, she's had to look elsewhere for caffeine. If anyone is wondering why not alcohol at this point, with most ponies happily indulging in warm cider, just remember how much of a lightweight the mare is.
"And you didn't think to put all the titles together to realize how impossible that is?"
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"So, where to, love? Do we start by exploring the forest?" Esmeralda found herself saying dimly.
It was really, really weird to her, to say the least.
Sure, I-... you feelin' okay, Es? Lone Star tilted his head, looking at the booth. You sound... off.
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"I like how they're thinking..." Shell Shock said with a grin, as he finished loading his grenade launcher, and locked the grenades in place. "Let's go git some robots."
Wrench cocked an eyebrow as they trotted off. Thought you weren't gonna shoot th' lady.
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One of the servers comes past and deposits Staccata's usual hot tea. With the other Paladin in town out of town, she's had to look elsewhere for caffeine. If anyone is wondering why not alcohol at this point, with most ponies happily indulging in warm cider, just remember how much of a lightweight the mare is.
"And you didn't think to put all the titles together to realize how impossible that is?"
"But she did say she'd come this morning..." Lemongrass said mournfully. "It's not like she's the type to lie, yeah?"
Tyrol shook his head, and sipped his own drink. "Hah. I think she's just humouring ya, Lemongrass. You can be so gullible at times..." He glanced sideways at Staccata. "Feeling better now, 'cata?"
(Kinda presumed Tyrol eventually just gave her a nickname to avoid those mouthful of syallables.)
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HalfTangible
Sure, I-... you feelin' okay, Es? Lone Star tilted his head, looking at the booth. You sound... off.
"Me? Off?" Esmeralda launched into a dizzy series of giggles, the mare looking just a tad disorientated. She turned to look at Lone Star, her lilac eyes focusing just past his shoulders. "Whatever would make you think that?"
Perhaps the mental strain of controlling two bodies was just starting to get to her...
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Wrench cocked an eyebrow as they trotted off. Thought you weren't gonna shoot th' lady.
"Y'never said anything aboot not shootin' yer robot," Shell Shock cheerfully replied.
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"Me? Off?" Esmeralda launched into a dizzy series of giggles, the mare looking just a tad disorientated. She turned to look at Lone Star, her lilac eyes focusing just past his shoulders. "Whatever would make you think that?"(her physical body's supposed to be unconcscious, but whatever, this is cooler :smalltongue: )
Perhaps the mental strain of controlling two bodies was just starting to get to her...
Lone Star frowned. My face is over here, Es. He trotted forward and placed a hoof on the glass. Maybe there's some mental strain or something... you sound dizzy. Try putting your focus on the robot.
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"Y'never said anything aboot not shootin' yer robot," Shell Shock cheerfully replied.
...Arright. Carry on. The two trotted off to whatever bar Es had lead them towards.
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Lone Star frowned. My face is over here, Es. He trotted forward and placed a hoof on the glass. Maybe there's some mental strain or something... you sound dizzy. Try putting your focus on the robot.
(Ah. I was just rolling with one mind controlling two bodies shtick. :smalltongue:)
Her eyes swing to meet his, this time correctly. Lone Star might note they look a little glazed. "Pssh... do not concern yourself with me. I... I can handle this." As though to make her point, the robot suddenly lurched forward, and began stomping forward steadily. "Now, where were we going again?"
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...Arright. Carry on. The two trotted off to whatever bar Es had lead them towards.
(Am gonna wait for a little longer before barging into the bar.)
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Grif
"I'd say the town attracts more than its fair share of... strange ponies. Might be a reason why," Silverpine replied with a wry smile. "
"I would like to know that reason myself, had a buddy of mine get hurt real bad this one last time bad guys came to town, now just has three legs.." Idle Chat trailed off, puffing his cheeks with the sads. He shook his head and wrinkled his muzzle.
"Sorry...didn't mean to take this chat to a bad place...Ahem....well, I gotta go find my Smart Cookie. You two, good luck, have fun, let us have this go without a hitch eh?" He put on a big broad smile and offered his hoof for a hoof bump.
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Icy just had to roll her eyes at his attempts to steal kisses from her all the time. It wasn't as if she minded. :smalltongue: She gave him another comforting nuzzle, before nudging him towards the door. "Well... let's not keep our ride waiting then, shall we?"
And so the two left the house, Fox looking around to see if he spied Balboa still around. He was relieved when it seemed Balboa was gone, but still found it odd how quickly the stallion seemed to disappear.
Anyways, the carriage was there with the puller standing near it in waiting. The carriage itself was rather lovely, alabaster white with ice blue trimming. Fox had selected this one as to him, the color closely resembled his lady love's eyes.
"My lady," Fox bowed and gestured to the carriage. "Your ride awaits you."
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(Ah. I was just rolling with one mind controlling two bodies shtick. :smalltongue:)
Her eyes swing to meet his, this time correctly. Lone Star might note they look a little glazed. "Pssh... do not concern yourself with me. I... I can handle this." As though to make her point, the robot suddenly lurched forward, and began stomping forward steadily. "Now, where were we going again?"
...The forest, I suppose. He said quietly. We're switching when we get there, okay? ......And making out.
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"I would like to know that reason myself, had a buddy of mine get hurt real bad this one last time bad guys came to town, now just has three legs.." Idle Chat trailed off, puffing his cheeks with the sads. He shook his head and wrinkled his muzzle.
"Sorry...didn't mean to take this chat to a bad place...Ahem....well, I gotta go find my Smart Cookie. You two, good luck, have fun, let us have this go without a hitch eh?" He put on a big broad smile and offered his hoof for a hoof bump.
"Of course!" Silverpine said, smiling back and returning the hoof bump enthusiastically. "Don't let us keep you."
The lieutenant would wait till Idle Chat trotted off a fair distance before letting his smile wane, and his ears flattening slightly. "... well, I'm glad he's able to take his mind off that at least." he said to Gear.
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Originally Posted by
Benson
And so the two left the house, Fox looking around to see if he spied Balboa still around. He was relieved when it seemed Balboa was gone, but still found it odd how quickly the stallion seemed to disappear.
Anyways, the carriage was there with the puller standing near it in waiting. The carriage itself was rather lovely, alabaster white with ice blue trimming. Fox had selected this one as to him, the color closely resembled his lady love's eyes.
"My lady," Fox bowed and gestured to the carriage. "Your ride awaits you."
Icy had to give credit to Fox for having quite lovely taste. :smalltongue: The colours were very much pleasing to her eyes. She gave a small nod to the puller as she passed him by, as Fox spoke his piece. "Thank you, Fox," she said with a smile, reaching over to kiss him on the cheek before climbing aboard the carriage.
Hopefully wherever they were going would be special indeed.
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HalfTangible
...The forest, I suppose. He said quietly. We're switching when we get there, okay? ......And making out.
"The forest it is~" Lone Star might be able to feel a subtle turn in their bearings, and could probably see out the various monitors as to where they're going. Along the way, he might spy Esmeralda occasionally wobbling, then steadying herself. Rarely, her glazed eyes blinked a couple of times, before the mare shook her head, as if to clear a headache.
The forest wasn't far really. Just a short distance from the lake. The robot waded into the greenery for a short distance, before activating its wing-engines and settling into a comfortable hover above the trees. "And here we are. You sure we need to ch... change?" The mare squeezed her eyes shut for a second, before looking up to Lone Star with a smile.
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Grif
"The forest it is~" Lone Star might be able to feel a subtle turn in their bearings, and could probably see out the various monitors as to where they're going. Along the way, he might spy Esmeralda occasionally wobbling, then steadying herself. Rarely, her glazed eyes blinked a couple of times, before the mare shook her head, as if to clear a headache.
The forest wasn't far really. Just a short distance from the lake. The robot waded into the greenery for a short distance, before activating its wing-engines and settling into a comfortable hover above the trees. "And here we are. You sure we need to ch... change?" The mare squeezed her eyes shut for a second, before looking up to Lone Star with a smile.
Yes. Star replied, smiling back. Come on out of the booth.
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Starbeam/Stellar
"Hubris has almost gotten us killed before." She notes fairly. "We're helpless without magic, but we rarely account for losing it. It's probably why Zaros eluded us so often. His skills were already flexible, and far less crude than what we worked with."
"Crude, huh? About magic? And you're saying it?"
"I do try to make my art as beautiful to me as possible, though it's a process. There's an old adage that describes my stance on the matter quite well. 'A unicorn is bought a house, a pegasus has all the proper materials supplied for them, and an earth pony has to craft the whole building from scratch'. When you hone an art from the ground up your entire life, it's going to be at least up to scale with a gift that somepony else simply got naturally, and usually much better.
As for Aurora, it's crafted from life, and damages life. Life magic works in both directions. It literally drains the vitality from you, which is why the leftover scars don't fade. But I know full well the damage more mundane methods can cause."
A sheen curls from Starbeam's horn down to her tail, and where it travels, old injuries appear. Various scar tissue litters her torso, a chunk of her left ear is missing, a mark traces a white line from her scalp down one eye and to her upper lip, and it looks like a large patch of her flank was burned off with acid at some point, among other bits and pieces. Essentially, she looks like she just came out of a horror movie.
Then the marks fade, and she returns to her normal appearance. "Geez, why don't you look like that 24/7? You looked like a batpony out of hell."
"It scares my students." She states simply. "Besides, those have long since healed. It's just a brief flash of Memento's Malicious Memoir, a glamor that shows all of the injuries a pony has sustained over their lifetimes."
Stellar chuckles. "Oh, so basically you flashbacked into a zombie to score brownie points with Blades."
"Brownie points do not concern me." She scoffs. "...That sounded incredibly pompous, sorry."
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Arvadraa
"The head's going to be tricky...it needs very fine...ahah." She pulls out Wolfsbane. "Thin lines like from a knife."
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Snowstorm
The pegasus laughs. "Impressive or no, I know better than to tangle with a master in his field. You may have to get me some cider first. Hm. Even then, we might end up with just a few off-color limericks."
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Grif
"But she did say she'd come this morning..." Lemongrass said mournfully. "It's not like she's the type to lie, yeah?"
Tyrol shook his head, and sipped his own drink. "Hah. I think she's just humouring ya, Lemongrass. You can be so gullible at times..." He glanced sideways at Staccata. "Feeling better now, 'cata?"
(Kinda presumed Tyrol eventually just gave her a nickname to avoid those mouthful of syallables.)
"As long as nopony goes around yelling about how great the season is while doing something terribly stupid, I should be fine," Staccata replies before taking a sip and then thinking of something to change the subject with.
"And for all the self-righteousness paladins are often too good to keep their own appointments."
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"Of course!" Silverpine said, smiling back and returning the hoof bump enthusiastically. "Don't let us keep you."
The lieutenant would wait till Idle Chat trotted off a fair distance before letting his smile wane, and his ears flattening slightly. "... well, I'm glad he's able to take his mind off that at least." he said to Gear.
"Oh dear....ahem...well ah...let us not dwell....ah...erm...Come on, ah...let's go find me a swanky peasant costume, maybe something bar wenchy?" She forced a chuckle and nuzzled Silverpine's cheek.
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Icy had to give credit to Fox for having quite lovely taste. :smalltongue: The colours were very much pleasing to her eyes. She gave a small nod to the puller as she passed him by, as Fox spoke his piece. "Thank you, Fox," she said with a smile, reaching over to kiss him on the cheek before climbing aboard the carriage.
Hopefully wherever they were going would be special indeed.
Inside was all fancily decorated, with cushy seats, a warm glowing light, magical in nature possibly. Fox smiled at his lady love before disappearing off to give instruction to the puller.
A moment later he returned and cozied up next to Icy, taking her hoof in his and leaned against her a little. "Let us...begin our evening, my beautiful ice queen."
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Originally Posted by
Kelvin360
"Hubris has almost gotten us killed before." She notes fairly. "We're helpless without magic, but we rarely account for losing it. It's probably why Zaros eluded us so often. His skills were already flexible, and far less crude than what we worked with."
"Crude, huh? About magic? And you're saying it?"
"I do try to make my art as beautiful to me as possible, though it's a process. There's an old adage that describes my stance on the matter quite well. 'A unicorn is bought a house, a pegasus has all the proper materials supplied for them, and an earth pony has to craft the whole building from scratch'. When you hone an art from the ground up your entire life, it's going to be at least up to scale with a gift that somepony else simply got naturally, and usually much better.
Blades perked up a bit more. Apparently, that was a good thing to say around her. "'Bout time ya figured that out. Ya've still gotta learn to do things right even if ya've got a few extra things stickin' out of ya. With a lot of unicorns, ya wouldn't believe they could even walk without their spells!"
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As for Aurora, it's crafted from life, and damages life. Life magic works in both directions. It literally drains the vitality from you, which is why the leftover scars don't fade. But I know full well the damage more mundane methods can cause."
A sheen curls from Starbeam's horn down to her tail, and where it travels, old injuries appear. Various scar tissue litters her torso, a chunk of her left ear is missing, a mark traces a white line from her scalp down one eye and to her upper lip, and it looks like a large patch of her flank was burned off with acid at some point, among other bits and pieces. Essentially, she looks like she just came out of a horror movie.
Then the marks fade, and she returns to her normal appearance. "Geez, why don't you look like that 24/7? You looked like a batpony out of hell."
"It scares my students." She states simply. "Besides, those have long since healed. It's just a brief flash of Memento's Malicious Memoir, a glamor that shows all of the injuries a pony has sustained over their lifetimes."
Stellar chuckles. "Oh, so basically you flashbacked into a zombie to score brownie points with Blades."
"Brownie points do not concern me." She scoffs. "...That sounded incredibly pompous, sorry."
Blades gave Starbeam a sniff as the wounds appeared. "Huh! Ya've really been through a lot. Reminds me of when 'Vadraa met that nasty wolf. Like I said, armour's a good idea. Maybe I could make ya a special deal?"
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Originally Posted by Kelvin360
"The head's going to be tricky...it needs very fine...ahah." She pulls out Wolfsbane. "Thin lines like from a knife."
"A knife..."
Flare concentrated hard, then drew a chunk of rock from the ground. She used her power to shape it into a crude knife, then set about carving the head.
A few seconds later, there was a tailless snowpony with a very lopsided face standing with them.
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Lycan 01
Prose flashes a crooked little smile, and sticks out a hoof. "Hey now, no worries. No hard feelings?"
"As this was no more than a misunderstanding, yes." Blueshield slowly accepted the offered hoof.
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"Poetry is poetry," Prose smirks. "And Iambic Pentameter isn't basic, per se. The fact that a pony can be bothered to create or recite any sort of poetry - from lymeric to sonnet - is enough to impress me."
"Also, your haiku had proper meter, but a proper haiku focuses on a specific item, typically highlighted or addressed in the first line, like a butterfly, or a thundercloud, so on and so forth," he tells Snow with a cheeky little smile. "Nice try though."
"Also, to offer a retort..."
"Grim mortality,
Always waiting patiently,
Why fear what must be?" he muses aloofly, throwing out another haiku.
"Or, if you'd prefer something more traditional..." he smirks.
"Death shall come for all in due course.
From bravest hound, to meekest horse.
Those who fear it and those who flee,
Can't escape what must always be.
So why fear what you cannot fight?
Enjoy your time, til coming Night."
His poem concluded, Prose gives another crooked little smirk. "Never been to fond of iambic pentameter, personally. More of a tetrameter kinda stallion..."
Blueshield looked a mixture of impressed and irritated. "It seems I have been informed as to the individual to petition should I desire a lecture on the formation of verse complete with demonstrations, should such a thing ever be required to fulfil my duties."
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The pegasus laughs. "Impressive or no, I know better than to tangle with a master in his field. You may have to get me some cider first. Hm. Even then, we might end up with just a few off-color limericks."
"You expect to be more skillful at expeditious improvisation of verse when your judgement is impaired?" Blueshield actually looked amused. "I simply must see your attempts." She turned to Prose. "Rest assured that if she does triumph against you, I am willing to avenge your loss. However, should she fail, her loss may be the one being avenged."
Should there be no more discussion, the three would then head to the bar. Otherwise, they would head to the bar in the future, but still continue the conversation at the time.
[Meanwhile, A Short Time Later]
"And what exactly might you intend to reference with that?" came a voice from behind Staccata. By pure luck, the trio had arrived just in time to hear her last comment about "self-righteous paladins", which Blueshield obviously was not ecstatic about.
She took a seat near the guards. "I came as soon as my patrol was finished, per my word. And I see you have found a companion in the meantime." She gave Staccata a wary look.
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Benson
"I think that was really the major issue....which I feel silly about," Prompter said bashfully, ears pinned back. "But I guess now with just little things, maybe you two can be ushers for patrons, showing them to their seats, we got some cute vest uniforms for that oooh weeee!" Her cheerful attitude returned.
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TheAmishPirate
Sandy's ears pricked up. "Y'need ushers? Now that, I know I can handle." A fresh assignment before him, the little stallion was born anew. He straightened his floppy hat authoritatively, tidied up his wooly scarf, and stomped a hoof on the ground as he stood to attention. "Sandy Shores, Junior Usher First Class, reportin' for duty Miss Prompter!"
"Ushers? Of course! It sounds easy enough, and it's not even my speciality." Night Jewel grinned. "I expect Sandy'd look really cute in a little vest, too."
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Originally Posted by
PurityIcekiller
"Ushers? Of course! It sounds easy enough, and it's not even my speciality." Night Jewel grinned. "I expect Sandy'd look really cute in a little vest, too."
Sandy coughed awkwardly and tried to keep from turning completely red.
He succeeded, in that his cheeks and eartips only turned a deep scarlet instead of a glowing, neon red. :smalltongue:
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Benson
"Oh dear....ahem...well ah...let us not dwell....ah...erm...Come on, ah...let's go find me a swanky peasant costume, maybe something bar wenchy?" She forced a chuckle and nuzzled Silverpine's cheek.
Bar... wench-y? The tips of Silverpine ears suddenly burned at the mental image of Gear... nevermind. Cough. "Ah... yes. Costume. Of course. Let's go," he said hurriedly trying to sound too embarrassed.
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Originally Posted by
Benson
Inside was all fancily decorated, with cushy seats, a warm glowing light, magical in nature possibly. Fox smiled at his lady love before disappearing off to give instruction to the puller.
A moment later he returned and cozied up next to Icy, taking her hoof in his and leaned against her a little. "Let us...begin our evening, my beautiful ice queen."
"With you, it's already wonderful..." Icy said softly as she kissed her love, with a small smile, then laid back against the seat for the ride, laying a hoof on his.
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MCerberus
"As long as nopony goes around yelling about how great the season is while doing something terribly stupid, I should be fine," Staccata replies before taking a sip and then thinking of something to change the subject with.
"And for all the self-righteousness paladins are often too good to keep their own appointments."
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[Meanwhile, A Short Time Later]
"And what exactly might you intend to reference with that?" came a voice from behind Staccata. By pure luck, the trio had arrived just in time to hear her last comment about "self-righteous paladins", which Blueshield obviously was not ecstatic about.
She took a seat near the guards. "I came as soon as my patrol was finished, per my word. And I see you have found a companion in the meantime." She gave Staccata a wary look.
Well, that was awkward. Fortunately, Lemongrass, perked up immediately at the sight of Blueshield and her entourage. "Awwright! You came! Barkeep, a round of cider for them on me!" He flashed Tyrol a look of triumph, and grinned. "Looks like somepony was wrong."
Tyrol just shook his head, and focused on Blueshield instead. "Knight-Commander Blueshield, I don't believe you met her yet. This is Staccata. She... ah, specialises in intelligence gathering." Technically true, the last bit. Though Tyrol was never really certain where she got her "information".
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Originally Posted by
PurityIcekiller
"As this was no more than a misunderstanding, yes." Blueshield slowly accepted the offered hoof.
Blueshield looked a mixture of impressed and irritated. "It seems I have been informed as to the individual to petition should I desire a lecture on the formation of verse complete with demonstrations, should such a thing ever be required to fulfil my duties."
Prose shakes Blueshield's hoof with a friendly smile. He then grins crookedly. "Required? What's wrong with doing poetry for funzies? Stuff doesn't have to be duty or job related for you to do it, y'know," he warmly remarks. "And that wasn't a lecture. That was just me babbling. Poetry's my special talent, after all, so I can't help but wax poetic when given such a good opportunity, heh heh."
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Starbeam/Stellar
Snowstorm
The pegasus laughs. "Impressive or no, I know better than to tangle with a master in his field. You may have to get me some cider first. Hm. Even then, we might end up with just a few off-color limericks."
"There once was a mare from Nanbucket," Prose quips, reciting an age-old beginning to many an off-color limerick.
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"You expect to be more skillful at expeditious improvisation of verse when your judgement is impaired?" Blueshield actually looked amused. "I simply must see your attempts." She turned to Prose. "Rest assured that if she does triumph against you, I am willing to avenge your loss. However, should she fail, her loss may be the one being avenged."
Should there be no more discussion, the three would then head to the bar. Otherwise, they would head to the bar in the future, but still continue the conversation at the time.
[Meanwhile, A Short Time Later]
"And what exactly might you intend to reference with that?" came a voice from behind Staccata. By pure luck, the trio had arrived just in time to hear her last comment about "self-righteous paladins", which Blueshield obviously was not ecstatic about.
She took a seat near the guards. "I came as soon as my patrol was finished, per my word. And I see you have found a companion in the meantime." She gave Staccata a wary look.
Prose snickers. "No need for avenging. It's all in good fun. But yes, let's be off..."
The batpony then follows after them, letting the two mares lead the way and whatnot.