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by Chedastan » Thu Mar 10, 2016 9:03 pm
by New Aksarben » Thu Mar 10, 2016 10:01 pm
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
Official Squirrel of PL
Agnostic
Democratic Socialist
Comp Sci Major
History Enthusiast
Amateur Artist - My Art!
Nonbinary/Genderqueer
Gay
Wragon Furry
Brony
✎ Member - ℘ædagog
Roleplays I'm part of:
Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by Swith Witherward » Thu Mar 10, 2016 11:11 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Giovenith » Fri Mar 11, 2016 12:57 am
by Northwest Slobovia » Fri Mar 11, 2016 12:17 pm
Primordial Luxa wrote:“Luxan Technology is primarily run on electricity and intrinsic fields. Those that run on electricity would be affected naturally by EMP’s and other in that they might suffer serious damage depending on the strength and location of the pulse. However intrinsic field are much less physical in the traditional sense. An EMP might have no effect or might slow them down a little, but I doubt any of my more arcane devices would suffer any sort of real damage to an EMP,” Primordial said mulling the thought over. “Of course their are bound to be some exceptions to both situations. Why do you ask?”
Swith Witherward wrote:His brows raised in concern again as he released the energy, each spark harmlessly dissipating with a soft pop. At least, that was his intention. A voltaic dot ran astray of his control and lazily drifted towards Sandy, alighting on his danish just as the unfortunate sorcerer lifted it to his face. The pastry promptly exploded, splattering everyone at the table.
by The BranRiech » Fri Mar 11, 2016 2:47 pm
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by Chedastan » Sat Mar 12, 2016 1:06 pm
Giovenith wrote:"Typical," she remarked to other men around her.
by Swith Witherward » Sat Mar 12, 2016 1:32 pm
Giovenith wrote:Aegis and Yuna
The small creek of wooden floor signaled Smart Cookie checking in on the two ponies just trying to get their sleep. Puddinghead still hadn't returned with the disc, which was probably for the better, since those two had had a long day.
Other dimensions.
As the secretary retired to her own room, she sniffed and felt a heavy gut at such a thought. Cookie wasn't as prejudiced at the other villagers, but that didn't mean she didn't also slightly fear the unicorns. All did. The magicians of the mountains knew things that were beyond any of them, and it hurt the simple mind to think of just what those things could be.
Perhaps they were here because of unicorn magic, perhaps the horned ones would come looking for them? Cookie didn't know, but she wasn't about to let others like Sundae get that into their heads. Too much work. Too much...
She settled down on her own bed for the night.
Brit and Chrys
Platinum didn't acknowledge Chrys' niceties despite they being the correct actions to take in the presence of royalty. Light lilac eyes looked down at the lowered head of the Conservapony before slowly diverting to lock gazes with youthful magician beside her. Despite apparently being quite close according to Clover, the slightly younger green unicorn folded her ears and grimaced a bit under the critical look, finding herself bewildered by the set-up they had walked in on. What was Brit doing tucked into bed? Was she alright? What with the... generosity?
"You two are the ones I sent off to do chores as punishment for causing a ruckus," the princess finally said.
Clover was confused for a moment but quickly remembered the initial excuse she'd used to pull Brit and Chrys away from the party. Right!
"Yes they are, and they are very sorry..." the magician began.
"It doesn't take too long to do chores, does it? You're not a chore pony, Clover."
Clover couldn't be sure what the Platinum was implying, but she knew the princess was catching on to something. To her, Brit and Chrys should have been sent off, finished, and doing their own thing a long time ago, not still beside Clover. Putting her namesake to the test, Clover the Clever began rapidly thinking of plausible excuses.
"I've been asking them to help me analyze my visions," the magician said, forcing a smile. "You know, about the tribes seeing reason? Turns out they're both quite good at prophecy."
This only caused Platinum to wince her eyes in apparent disapproval and tuck her chin. "I told you to forget about that and focus on researching the winter."
It was Clover's turn to pinch her brow and frown. Though she was technically still subservient to the princess like anypony else, there was more leeway in her case for conflict due to the nature of their relationship. "With all due respect, I've told you that I swear on my mentor that the solution can be found in them."
There was a moment of tense silence as the teen unicorns looked each other down.
"Lily Lightly," the princess called the maid, who had stood back till then, not removing her eyes off closer. "Please tuck her in for the night too and then you will be dismissed." She pointed at Chrys.
Lily, clearly feeling awkward, shifted her eyes back and forth between Chrys, Clover, and Platinum, and gave a toothy smile. "Uh, is she tired then?"
"I don't know, I don't care. Both of you go to bed."
Cold. Clover could offer little advice to Chrys as she was swept away by the ruffled maid and encouraged to be tucked into bed beside Brit like a child, Lily carefully setting her sword aside (and luckily not looking too close at it). The maid could only offer the dimensional visitor an apologetic frown before shuffling away and out the door. The princess and the magician looked in after the Bielefeldans before following the maid out and closing the door, leaving the two in darkness.
Willow and Rache
Willow chewed his top lip when Rache asked for another, more detailed recount of the HWE story. It wasn't a problem of remembering, the tale was pretty much burned into the back of his skull at ready access from having to hear it a million times in both history classes and during the holidays every year for his entire life, but it was very long-winded. He'd have to have patience though, Rache didn't have the benefit of the knowledge that he had. Taking a moment to think ahead, he launched into another retelling.
"The story as told in books and the pageant is pretty simplified. It doesn't go into a lot of detail about what happened during the build-up of the winter, just a brief narrator overview of the tribes, their roles, and the problems the winter caused. When the actual story really begins, it begins right at the summit between the leaders and their arguing.
"Commander Hurricane begins by demanding to know why the Earth ponies are keeping all the food to themselves, and Chancellor Puddinghead explains that it's because they believe the pegasi are the ones causing the winter and thus don't deserve any. Hurricane insists they have proven many times that it is not the pegasi and then turns on Princess Platinum, accusing the unicorns of causing the winter with their 'freakish magic'..." Willow mentally counted off the lines in his head. "So they pretty much repeat all the attitudes we've seen so far here.
"Well Platinum rebuffs, saying the unicorns are too civilized and morally upright to ever do such a thing - implying that the other tribes, especially the pegasi, are not. When Puddinghead expresses that she is tired of dealing with the other races' 'unnatural powers' and is running out of ideas on how to handle things, Hurricane snaps on her saying, 'How surprising, an Earth pony with no ideas' sarcastically, basically calling her and her race morons. Platinum tries to come to Puddinghead's defense by telling Hurricane to stop insulting others, which gets them both to snap on her - Puddinghead because she feels patronized by Platinum trying to speak for her, and Hurricane because he feels Platinum has no right to tell him what to do. Platinum, feeling insulted, insists that a princess should not be spoken to in such a manner and moves to leave the meeting, triggering the other leaders to take their leave as well."
This recount reminded Willow of one of his prime concerns: Commander Hurricane seemed like a fucking asshole. Granted, ALL the leaders were assholes, but the pageants in Equestria typically went with the 'screaming shoot-first military leader' stock type for the peagsi leader. Then again, just how much of the play could really be trusted? Pansy, while still meek like she was usually portrayed, had already proven herself to be a much deeper individual than the play had ever put forth. In fact, looking back on memories of years of watching the pageant, he almost felt a little insulted on her behalf. It was as Rache had said before, history had a way of simplifying historical figures to inaccurate degrees.
"Pansy's character is frequently used as comic relief in the play," he explained to Rache, frowning and drooping his wings. "Her fearful nature is ridiculously exaggerated to the point of jumping at small noises even though her ultimate role is important. After spending this time with her, I feel crappy about that now. She's just a poor little sad girl who doesn't fit in, she's scared of the death around her. I do hope we don't have to wind up telling her anything, I'm not sure she's strong enough to handle that yet. But anyway... the three leaders go back to their homes and explain to their subordinates how the other tribal leaders were completely unreasonable, blind to their own hooves in the issue." He paused to consider. "I'm honestly not sure how it is Pansy turns out to be Hurricane's sidekick in the matter, the play usually portrays her as just happening to be standing there when he enters scene and begins ranting about the other leaders' disrespect. The other subordinates have jobs in direct connection to the leader, but 'Private' is generally considered a pretty low and separate rank, isn't it? They wouldn't be just hanging around the tip-top ranks..."
Whatever, there was a lot to talk about and Willow was getting tired.
"Anyway, the leaders go home and speak with their subordinates, the dialogue itself not usually very important, each simultaneously coming to the conclusion that they need to find a new land for a new country. The leaders become increasingly angry and unreasonable during the trip due to their frustrations. Puddinghead fights with her subordinate over map directions out of protectiveness of her position as a leader, Hurricane becomes paranoid about unknown enemies and frequently attacks clouds for being in strange shapes, and Platinum's being used to comfort causes her disproportionate distress at the struggles of the trip and subsequently puts additional stress on her own subordinate over it. Eventually they all reach the land and comment on what makes it perfect for each of their race; the clear air, trees, and fertile ground for the Earth ponies, the clear open skies for the pegasi, and the limitless supply of gems and beauty for the unicorns. The leaders name the land Unicornia, Pegasopolis, and Earth respectively until they later happen to run into each other.
"They all get pissed off and try to force each other to leave the land, with Hurricane saying they should fight for it and Platinum threatening to throw Hurricane into "the dungeon" despite having no dungeon around nor anypony actually capable of putting him into one. Pansy and the other subordinates try to intervene and ask for peaceful talk, but are yelled down. Puddinghead pelts both the other leaders with snowballs, which, because they had been so used to being surrounded by snow in the first place, it takes them a few minutes to realize there shouldn't actually be any snow here to pelt them with - revealing that the blizzard itself has followed them and is now rapidly consuming the land at an unnatural rate.
"Realizing they can't stay outside with the severity of the storm, all six of them have no choice but to band together to find shelter, which they find in a cold and crowded cave. Things are somewhat peaceful for a while, until Platinum asks Hurricane to move further away from her and give her personal space, demonstrating an "invisible line" which he's not allowed to cross. He responds by ordering Pansy to draw a, quote, "real, non-invisible line" in the dirt of the cave to carve off a section for the two of them that the other four can't cross. Not to be outdone, the other leaders also command their subordinates to draw their own "territories" in the cave.
"Shit soon hits the fan while Pansy is trying to draw her lines. She comes across a large rock in the ground and merely attempts to draw the border around it, when Hurricane snaps on her saying that she needs to go over the rock and not around it because he, and I quote, "is not giving up an inch of territory to the enemy." That's apparently not good enough for Princess Platinum, who interrupts the confrontation saying that the rock belongs to the "unicorn side," all of it. Evidently taking that as a rejection of diplomacy, Hurricane physically picks up the rock and takes it to the pegasus side, proclaiming that it belongs to them, much to Platinum's anger. Puddinghead also gets in on this dispute, apparently wanting the rock for no other reason other than that the other sides want the rock, actually running in and grabbing the rock while Hurricane is distracted and bringing it to her side."
Willow paused to make meaningful eye contact with Rache, silently acknowledging the sheer absurdity of the situation.
"Yeah. So that just pisses off Platinum and Hurricane even more and they attempt to gang-up on Puddinghead for the rock, which leads to a whole dramatic argumentative scene which feeds into the windigos' power and causes the cave entrance to freeze over with ice. Realizing that they are now trapped, Platinum says that the others deserve the fate of slow death more than her because they've done nothing but fight and argue. Puddinghead and Hurricane both snap on her saying she has done plenty of fighting, Puddinghead outright claiming to have done far less fighting than her. Platinum says that unicorns are morally above fighting, and Hurricane says that this is a lie they spout to excuse their weakness and cowardice. None of the three notice that their bodies are being slowly covered in ice the more they argue, and their last words before being fully consumed are derisive condemnations on the other races' characters.
"That leaves the subordinates there with only each other. Realizing the ice is closing in on them across the ground, they huddle together in the middle of the cave and look up to find the windigo spirits have actually gathered along the ceiling. The unicorn subordinate recognizes them and explains what they are to the others, stating that is was their own hatred and cold hearts that caused all the strife and suffering. Pansy remarks that she does not hate either of the other subordinates, on account that she realizes it's illogical to hate ponies she doesn't even personally know simply because they were born different. Comforted by this, the others admit that they do not hate one another either, and state that despite all their differences, they're all ponies. They hug as the ice almost overcomes them, until a flash of light shatters them out of it, and the unicorn's body is possessed as a magical outlet from which enchanted inferno bursts out and destroys the windigos. Once the unicorn is released, the inferno remains on the ceiling to warm the ponies within, and the unicorn explains that she felt within her that the magic that created it was a result of all three of the subordinates coming together as friends rather than enemies.
"And so the three spend the rest of the night in the cave getting to know each other, having never before spoken politely and personally to the other races. They tell each other stories, laugh together at jokes, and create songs to sing which modern Equestrians still remember. The story says that the warmth from their gathering assisted the magic inferno to melt away the ice prisons from the leaders, and that their time trapped in silence and being forced to observe the good nature between the subordinates caused them each to have a change of heart regarding the other tribes. Eventually the ice covering the opening fell away, and all six emerged to find the new land as splendid and alive as when they found it. Platinum, Hurricane, and Puddinghead all decide that they must put their strengths and resources together to share the land and save all ponykind, realizing from the magic of the subordinates that ponies are clearly stronger united than they are divided. They fashion a new flag and decide upon one name: Equestria, land of all ponies."
The artist took a long breath of air. "Then the rest is history. The rest of the tribes moved in, and the eventual establishment of a new culture began. How the princesses came to us is another story entirely. This is how the play puts it, and it is all I know. I'm also very tired..." Here he laid down. "Tomorrow, maybe you should try asking some of the other ponies we've met what they know about the situation, if you can. I may be a pegasus, but I am not a Cyniscan. I can only offer so much."
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by New Aksarben » Sat Mar 12, 2016 4:10 pm
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
Official Squirrel of PL
Agnostic
Democratic Socialist
Comp Sci Major
History Enthusiast
Amateur Artist - My Art!
Nonbinary/Genderqueer
Gay
Wragon Furry
Brony
✎ Member - ℘ædagog
Roleplays I'm part of:
Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by Swith Witherward » Sat Mar 12, 2016 4:46 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Primordial Luxa » Sat Mar 12, 2016 5:50 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Stormwrath » Sat Mar 12, 2016 7:16 pm
by Giovenith » Sat Mar 12, 2016 8:05 pm
by New Aksarben » Sat Mar 12, 2016 8:36 pm
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
Official Squirrel of PL
Agnostic
Democratic Socialist
Comp Sci Major
History Enthusiast
Amateur Artist - My Art!
Nonbinary/Genderqueer
Gay
Wragon Furry
Brony
✎ Member - ℘ædagog
Roleplays I'm part of:
Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by Germanic Templars » Sat Mar 12, 2016 9:18 pm
Giovenith wrote:"I know it seems like kind of a disappointment," Giovenith tacked on to Romulus' statement, standing tall and attempting to take an encouraging leadership stance. "Like we may have gotten excited over nothing, but we really haven't! It will give us more time to prepare..."
She clapped her hands twice and looked out over everyone.
"And mentally prepare ourselves! When we were first warned, it was such a bombshell. Perhaps this brief time of waiting and planning will not only improve our strategies, but our confidence as well. No on-the-spot rush." The girl nodded at Marcus' suggestion. "That's just what we came back here to do."
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by Swith Witherward » Sun Mar 13, 2016 4:54 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
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