The city that lives (RP, OOC, Open, steampunk/pony/anthro/hu

[Sungai Pusat]

Got to sleep now... night...

[Fascist Russian Empire]

Got to sleep now... night...

Morning, see you tomorrow/later.

[The Flutterlands]

I'll be gone till 7:00, tonight.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

I'll be gone till 7:00, tonight.

Flutters, I have absolutely no idea what time zone you're in.

[Fascist Russian Empire]

I'll be gone till 7:00, tonight.

Flutters, I have absolutely no idea what time zone you're in.

Eastern Standard, if I recall correctly, so he should be back in about three and a half hours.

[The Flutterlands]

Flutters, I have absolutely no idea what time zone you're in.

Eastern Standard, if I recall correctly, so he should be back in about three and a half hours.

Yep. ^^ I'm just hanging right now.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Eastern Standard, if I recall correctly, so he should be back in about three and a half hours.

Yep. ^^ I'm just hanging right now.

Cool, ^-^ anyhooves, I can't wait to see this plan.

[Fascist Russian Empire]

Yep. ^^ I'm just hanging right now.

Cool, ^-^ anyhooves, I can't wait to see this plan.

And I can't wait for Sungai to get back online so our weird-ass romance sub-plot can progress!

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

And I can't wait for Sungai to get back online so our weird-ass romance sub-plot can progress!

Blink will fix everything. Because she is cute, adowable, insane and everywhere.

[Sungai Pusat]

And I can't wait for Sungai to get back online so our weird-ass romance sub-plot can progress!

Blink will fix everything. Because she is cute, adowable, insane and everywhere.

That should be the campaign basis for her. She could become president when she grows up and solve everything with her cuteness.

That, and her insane omnipresence, too.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

That should be the campaign basis for her. She could become president when she grows up and solve everything with her cuteness.

That, and her insane omnipresence, too.

"Just a friendly presidential reminder . . . ^-^ I'm always behind you."

[Sungai Pusat]

That should be the campaign basis for her. She could become president when she grows up and solve everything with her cuteness.

That, and her insane omnipresence, too.

"Just a friendly presidential reminder . . . ^-^ I'm always behind you."

And everypony shivered as they filled in their local ballot boxes with votes for her.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

And everypony shivered as they filled in their local ballot boxes with votes for her.

*Meets a terrorist*"YOU, You're scaring ponies and making them sad!" *squidges up terrorist's cheeks* "Stop making ponies sad!"

[Sungai Pusat]

And everypony shivered as they filled in their local ballot boxes with votes for her.

*Meets a terrorist*"YOU, You're scaring ponies and making them sad!" *squidges up terrorist's cheeks* "Stop making ponies sad!"

And the terrorist dies of diabetes because they're diabetic. The world dies of diabeetus because of Blink.

[Sungai Pusat]

Note: My posts might seem less thought out as I'm frantically rushing through homework at times. Today's schedule has not been kind to anyone in my class...

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Note: My posts might seem less thought out as I'm frantically rushing through homework at times. Today's schedule has not been kind to anyone in my class...

It's fine. I'm studying maths. Oh my word I'm tired of algebra and calculus

[Sungai Pusat]

Note: My posts might seem less thought out as I'm frantically rushing through homework at times. Today's schedule has not been kind to anyone in my class...

It's fine. I'm studying maths. Oh my word I'm tired of algebra and calculus

Okay then.

And oh god!

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Wow! Not even for cookies? You people really don't like the Dark Side. . . *sigh* looks like I'm gonna have to do this myself. Okay then *turns difficulty setting up a level*.

[Sungai Pusat]

Wow! Not even for cookies? You people really don't like the Dark Side. . . *sigh* looks like I'm gonna have to do this myself. Okay then *turns difficulty setting up a level*.

If you wish, I could, but my time constraints would make it hard to pull off...

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

If you wish, I could, but my time constraints would make it hard to pull off...

Nah its fine ^-^ I has plans.

[Sungai Pusat]

If you wish, I could, but my time constraints would make it hard to pull off...

Nah its fine ^-^ I has plans.

Kay. ^^

[The Flutterlands]

Say, if raktio is no longer playing, (which we don't know, but still) When will we see Silver again?

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Say, if raktio is no longer playing, (which we don't know, but still) When will we see Silver again?

Probably in an IC day or two.

[New Babylonia]

Name: Shadow Slash
Species: Pony, Pegasi
Gender: M
Appearance: When not wearing his jump suit, Shadow appears as a gray/black figure, looking very much like a shadow himself. His mane and tail follow this example, and it is arguable that he even really needs to wear the jump suit due to his natural appearance. While wearing the jump suit, all is covered but his green eyes, which seem to glow in the moonlit darkness.
Caste: Lower Class
Talent: Being a ninja
Skills: Master of Stealth, Ambush, Agility, swordsmanship, ninja stuff.
Gear: A black jumpsuit that is tight to his body, and has space for his wings so he can still fly, six throwing stars, a self-crafted Katana specially made with small fragments and dust of stolen gems, hoping it would help make it easier to cut down bruisers.

Bio: Shadow was born into the Lower Class of New Anarcho, its a hell he has always known for the 26 years of his life. When he was but eight, his father was killed in the streets. A few weeks later, their home was broken into, his mother was molested, and killed, his only brother died that same night trying to defend her. Shadow lived only by having jumped through a small window, and ran for his life. Though, perhaps he should've stayed and died, there was nary a place as dangerous as the slums of New Anarcho for a young orphan. He was forced to learn to hide, and scavenge in the darkness, it kept him alive, if only just. As he got older, the world only seemed to cement its hatred for him, as if being alone in this hell were not enough, being of smaller than average size was an insult to an already potentially lethal injury. It was this time in his life when he learned that the only way for him to fight, or survive, was to either not be seen, or not be hit. Through the necessity of survival, he evolved on his own, individual scale, becoming invisible at night, and difficult to catch at day. He soon came to wield a knife, and on he few occasions where he was caught and beaten, he would then stalk his attackers, sometimes for days, until he saw fit to end them when they least expected it. In time, he graduated from a knife to an old sword, and soon came into his first encounter with the bruisers, where he narrowly escaped, not knowing how to fight them. After several months of studying them, he ambushed a patrol, and barely managed to conquer all four of them, a great feat he had thought at the time. Days, weeks, years, went on. He learned to smith, only to repair his aging sword. Determined to upgrade, he snuck into the richest part of town, and swiped a bag of assorted jewels, smashing them with a hammer to make small fragments and dust, being told that building them into the blade made it stronger, and sharper. Three weeks later, he stole his jumpsuit from a local shop, and has been wearing it ever since, going about his life as he always had, learning to use throwing stars, and where to place them on a bruiser to bring them down. His cutie mark eventually developed, a katana, with a shroud of shadow around it. His success, however, has made him overconfident, though he would not admit that he is, a trait likely to get him into trouble very quickly, aside from the fact that the only knowledge of firearms or explosives he has is that they exist.

I am, of course, willing to change whatever may need to be changed.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Name: Shadow Slash
Species: Pony, Pegasi
Gender: M
Appearance: When not wearing his jump suit, Shadow appears as a gray/black figure, looking very much like a shadow himself. His mane and tail follow this example, and it is arguable that he even really needs to wear the jump suit due to his natural appearance. While wearing the jump suit, all is covered but his green eyes, which seem to glow in the moonlit darkness.
Caste: Lower Class
Talent: Being a ninja
Skills: Master of Stealth, Ambush, Agility, swordsmanship, ninja stuff.
Gear: A black jumpsuit that is tight to his body, and has space for his wings so he can still fly, six throwing stars, a self-crafted Katana specially made with small fragments and dust of stolen gems, hoping it would help make it easier to cut down bruisers.

Bio: Shadow was born into the Lower Class of New Anarcho, its a hell he has always known for the 20 years of his life. When he was but eight, his father was killed in the streets. A few weeks later, their home was broken into, his mother was molested, and killed, his only brother died that same night trying to defend her. Shadow lived only by having jumped through a small window, and ran for his life. Though, perhaps he should've stayed and died, there was nary a place as dangerous as the slums of New Anarcho for a young orphan. He was forced to learn to hide, and scavenge in the darkness, it kept him alive, if only just. As he got older, the world only seemed to cement its hatred for him, as if being alone in this hell were not enough, being of smaller than average size was an insult to an already potentially lethal injury. It was this time in his life when he learned that the only way for him to fight, or survive, was to either not be seen, or not be hit. Through the necessity of survival, he evolved on his own, individual scale, becoming invisible at night, and difficult to catch at day. He soon came to wield a knife, and on he few occasions where he was caught and beaten, he would then stalk his attackers, sometimes for days, until he saw fit to end them when they least expected it. In time, he graduated from a knife to an old sword, and soon came into his first encounter with the bruisers, where he narrowly escaped, not knowing how to fight them. After several months of studying them, he ambushed a patrol, and barely managed to conquer all four of them, a great feat he had thought at the time. Days, weeks, years, went on. He learned to smith, only to repair his aging sword. Determined to upgrade, he snuck into the richest part of town, and swiped a bag of assorted jewels, smashing them with a hammer to make small fragments and dust, being told that building them into the blade made it stronger, and sharper. Three weeks later, he stole his jumpsuit from a local shop, and has been wearing it ever since, going about his life as he always had, learning to use throwing stars, and where to place them on a bruiser to bring them down. His cutie mark eventually developed, a katana, with a shroud of shadow around it. His success, however, has made him overconfident, though he would not admit that he is, a trait likely to get him into trouble very quickly, aside from the fact that the only knowledge of firearms or explosives he has is that they exist.

I am, of course, willing to change whatever may need to be changed.

It's good, just two technical notes, its Anachro which refers to clockwork where as Anarcho refers to anarchy. Some steampunks are Anachro-anarchists ^-^. Secondly adding gem dust and fragments to a katana blade would weaken it and possibly cause it to snap after forging . . . However that is RL and this is RP and I bend the laws of physics to make this work. So you're good. ^-^ also, this is the RP that gave birth to Blink .