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#Post#: 1939--------------------------------------------------
Re: Night Lights
By: Gladius Date: March 30, 2014, 8:44 pm
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"Probably," Gladius agrees, bobbing his head to the side then
glancing briefly upwards before turning in his hooves to
continue on their way, "same pony I have in mind would probably
know that. Apparently he trumpets himself as knowing everything.
I can't quite recall his name, but he's supposed to be some mage
or something. Think I heard about him being a teacher somewhere
too, but I guess he spends most of his free time around the
castle studying things and yelling at ponies. Never properly met
him myself but I've seen him a few times and even got an earful
from him once after I accidentally brushed up against his desk
and jostled a test tube in its little holder thingie. 'It could
have destroyed the castle!'" The guard quoted with a mock voice
of somepony older and much more grumpy, "'Do you have any idea
how many hours I've poured onto this experiment? I won't allow
it to be ruined by some meat head in a suit of metal who can't
even waddle straight!' Turns out later that week the guards were
passing that little test tube around and taking sips. He ended
up creating some kind of flavored drink that made ponies voices
go funny. Oh so very dangerous indeed." The guard chuckled as
they trotted towards the castle in the distance.
#Post#: 1946--------------------------------------------------
Re: Night Lights
By: Woodwind Date: March 31, 2014, 6:23 pm
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Woodwind walks along beside Gladius, frowning slightly as the
guard tells of the pony they're going to meet. He really doesn't
like the sound of whoever this is, the mute pegasus not being
one to handle getting yelled at well. Hopefully they'd catch him
in a good mood, and wouldn't take long to get the answers they
wanted. His frown lessens when he learns of just what the
supposedly castle-destroying potion ended up doing something
(probably) fun. He laughs silently, a similar incident that his
own family had had coming to mind. 'My mom made something like
that once.' He taps, stopping again with a grin as he remembers.
'Made my sister sound like Hoity Toity for three days.'
#Post#: 1950--------------------------------------------------
Re: Night Lights
By: Gladius Date: March 31, 2014, 7:18 pm
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"Ha! Is that right?" Gladius rhetorically asked with a short
laugh and a second pause in his trot, "is she into that kind of
potion stuff? We should keep that in mind for when we find that
pony. He seems the type to blow a gasket if anypony so much as
tries to do the same kinds of stuff he does cause of how
'original' and 'ground breaking' his work supposedly is. Should
find a way to mention that somehow just to mess him." The guard
plotted as he again picked up his hooves to walk. "Do you do any
of that kind of stuff too? What do you do actually? If you don't
mind me asking, of course." Gladius asked to keep the
conversation going as the castle they were after grew larger and
larger with its ever decreasing distance from them.
#Post#: 1952--------------------------------------------------
Re: Night Lights
By: Woodwind Date: March 31, 2014, 8:04 pm
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'She's an alchemist. Woodwind answers, his smile fading a bit at
Gladius' suggestion to taunt the pony they were going to meet,
the brown pegasus unsure if that was really a good idea given
his apparent temper. He keeps his thoughts to himself though,
not wanting to possibly upset Gladius or something by mentioning
it. Woodwind shakes his head when Gladius asks if he does
alchemy too, stopping again to tap out a response. 'I know a
little bit, but I don't really do that.' His gaze falls to the
ground as he continues, looking a little sheepish. 'I don't
really do anything. I don't have a job and I'm out of school...'
He looks around awkwardly, hoping Gladius doesn't think he's
pathetic or childish because of it.
#Post#: 1956--------------------------------------------------
Re: Night Lights
By: Gladius Date: March 31, 2014, 9:11 pm
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"Ah," Gladius said at Woodwind's revelation of his lack of both
an occupation and current educational responsibilities, though
his tone of voice and quick return to a trot made it obvious it
hadn't made much of an impact on his opinion of the other
stallion as it only caused him to make an assumption and soon
follow up with, "just kinda between stuff right now then, hm?"
The sheepishness and awkwardness of the smaller pony being
mostly missed and otherwise rolling off the guard as they
continued on towards their destination, "I'm sure that will get
sorted out soon enough..." Gladius trailed off slightly as he
said that, more out of recognizing how he may as well say the
same thing about himself when it came to not having a job from
how he was being treated these days. It would get sorted out
eventually though... Right? Trying to shrug off such thoughts,
Gladius continued to make small talk with the star gazer as they
walked, the guard remaining friendly the whole way and generally
enjoying the company, it being a nice change to his usual lonely
patrols.
#Post#: 1958--------------------------------------------------
Re: Night Lights
By: Woodwind Date: March 31, 2014, 9:29 pm
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Woodwind just gives an embarrassed nod to Gladius' assumption,
though he hasn't really been look that hard for something to do.
His discomfort fades as the conversation shifts to other things,
and he continues to pause now and then to answer questions or
pose his own as he follows Gladius to the castle.
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