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Re: Float Like a Parasprite, Sting Like a Manticore
By: Bastion Date: July 11, 2014, 2:20 am
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Bastion gave a slight nod of agreement when Blossom mentioned
not liking the idea of putting her head on a public seat,
knowing full well what she meant. There was no telling what the
seat was like, or what might have been on it in the past.
However, after she mentioned coffee and asked if he wanted any,
he shook his head slightly and looked back to her. "Not big on
coffee, remember? But go ahead, Salmon. I'll still be here when
you get back. And you know if you get sleepy you can always just
rest against me. It's not like I'm going to bite if you do."
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Re: Float Like a Parasprite, Sting Like a Manticore
By: Blossom Gale Date: July 11, 2014, 2:15 pm
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Blossom stood up, pausing a little bit as Bastion mentioned that
she could have leant on him if she were getting tired. She had
to stop and ask herself if he really did suggest that; such a
thing like that she probably avoided talking about because it
might have been considered a little strange, and he would have
been okay with it? Sure it wasn't like she was scared of
touching him, she had practically wrestled him to the ground
countless times during their training, but why did this suddenly
feel like it should be taboo? Was it the fact that this kind of
interaction was more suited to those in a romantic relationship
and not in a workplace relationship? That must have been it, she
wouldn't think about trying to do what Bastion said in front of
their drill sergeants. Not only would they be ridiculed, but
they would most likely be separated because they would be posing
a conflict of interest in whatever they'd do. A guard who likes
their partner more than their charge is more likely to fail in
their task because they would rather save the life of their
partner.
Then again, was it that that she was really afraid of? Being
afraid to get closer to him for fear of being separated from
him? What kind of backwards nonsense was that? It might
certainly have been her mind's way of trying to find some
convoluted way around her problem that made sense to her but
when it stopped making sense to her, she just had to state it as
it was. She simply didn't think of it as something that Bastion
would be okay with, and now that he had shown her the contrary,
she was confused. That's it, and she would come to accept that.
Giving herself a little nod to affirm her own reasoning to
herself, she slid open the sliding door to their room in the
train car, and stopped before closing the door. She suddenly
didn't feel like she wanted coffee, but was more driven by a
curiosity, and a bit of a temptation to figure out the unknown.
"À la réflexion, coffee would just make me a bit jittery, and
really, this would be the only time we have to rest in a safe
place on this quest. I guess I will just... uhh..." drifting
off, she walked over to Bastion's side of the car, seating
herself next to him, overcoming the pit in her stomach that
initially refused this idea in the first place, and scooted
herself even closer, to the point where she was fully leaning
against him, before resting her head on his shoulder as best she
could. She looked up at Bastion after a few seconds, grinning in
nervous humor as she said, "It's at this time I'm reminded how
short I am compared to you. My head doesn't even come all the
way up your leg!"
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Re: Float Like a Parasprite, Sting Like a Manticore
By: Bastion Date: July 15, 2014, 4:42 am
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Bastion arched a brow when he noticed Blossom pause in the
doorway. He stared for a moment, before clearing his throat
quietly and opening his mouth as if to ask a question. Just as
he did so, however, she turned and walked over to him. Deciding
now against speaking, he just watched her quietly as she climbed
up onto the seat beside him and leaned against him. This was
followed by him chuckling at her quip of their height comparison
as he reached a friendly hoof around her and set it just above
her elbow, giving her a slight pat. "It isn't that bad. Anyway,
rest if you want. It's not like much is going to happen on our
way there. It's times like these that remind me why I'm not the
biggest fan of train rides."
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Re: Float Like a Parasprite, Sting Like a Manticore
By: Blossom Gale Date: July 19, 2014, 2:22 pm
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Blossom eventually drifts off to sleep, leaning against Bastion
even more so as he wrapped a leg around her to pull her closer.
The clacking sound of the train going over the tracks was enough
to let her nod off, and with the fact that she was leaning
against Bastion, she could be sure that she wasn't going to be
doing anything silly, like missing their stop because she
decided it would be prudent to get some sleep as compared to the
coffee. She couldn't be sure how much time passed as soon as her
eyes closed, but it was a very uneventful and light sleep, her
light and steady breathing hinting to the fact that she was
napping.
The train whistle woke her up once more, the engine hissing
loudly as it came to a halt in Ponyville. Her head shot up and
she looked out the window, blinking a few times before she fully
woke up before saying, "I wish that would have lasted a little
longer, I was very comfortable. I hope I didn't make your leg
fall asleep or something like that." She stood up and stretched
afterward, legs a little stiff from sitting for a while before
grabbing her bags and heading out of the coach, leading the way
back out to the platform. Soon they would be ready to begin
their quest for the princess' lost treasure.
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Re: Float Like a Parasprite, Sting Like a Manticore
By: Bastion Date: July 26, 2014, 8:04 am
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As Blossom's mind drifted off to sleep, so did Bastion's mind
drift off to the world inside of his mind, his thoughts
meandering as the train sped towards their destination. He
remained like this, sitting upright and zoned out as the time
passed, mostly oblivious to the world around him. When they
reached their destination, Bastion gave Blossom a few gentle
pats to help wake her up, before following her suit and standing
up to stretch. "You weren't sleeping on my leg, Salmon. So I'd
be thoroughly impressed if you made it fall asleep with how you
were resting. Welcome back to the living, by the way," he
teased, grabbing his bags and following her off the train.
"Let's stop by the town hall so we can store our cases for our
trip," he suggested, then began to walk with Blossom towards the
building in question.
Once inside, he opened his armor case and started to slip each
piece on, finishing with his sword strapped across his back and
his shield strung on his side. As he put his armor on, his
thoughts had wandered briefly to the newly-dubbed princess that
lived right there in Ponyville, not too far away from the town
hall in fact, which resulted in Bastion smiling a little bit in
amusement after he finished equipping himself. "Hey, you know
what's a funny thought? If I had wings, I'd be 'Prince' Bastion.
Can you imagine that? I'd be the worst."
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Re: Float Like a Parasprite, Sting Like a Manticore
By: Blossom Gale Date: August 3, 2014, 1:47 am
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Following Bastion into the town hall, Blossom set her own case
down and started to slip into her own armour. It may have been
lighter than Bastion's entire suit, it it sure didn't make it
any easier to get on. What her armour lacked in bulk, it made up
for in complexity. She could remember the mess of a time she had
trying to get into it for the first few times and how much of a
pain that was when she got it wrong. Her thoughts didn't have
much of a chance to wander as much as Bastion's did as she put
the armour on, but as she slipped her shortsword across her
side, checking to make sure it can be drawn at a moment's
notice, she rested her guisarme against her shoulder, unfurling
the royal standard that she always carried and stringing it up
near the point of her weapon.
"Prince Bastion?" she echoed back to her partner, "I don't think
you'd be the -worst-. At least you'd be less of a lâche than
some of the nobility that we've had to watch." She shook her
head, remembering a particularly blue-blooded individual. "You'd
most certainly have to work on your table manners though,
learning the salad fork from the dessert fork from the other
forks, what all the different silverwares are for, which glass
you are supposed to drink what from." She giggled to herself,
knowing that Bastion's knowledge of high brow dining intricacies
was basic at best, and jested, "You would be the Prince that was
bested by fine dining!"
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Re: Float Like a Parasprite, Sting Like a Manticore
By: Bastion Date: August 8, 2014, 8:21 am
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"Yeah, I'd be the Prince laughed out of nobility status by every
other noble," he quipped back with a grin and a chuckle, leading
the way out of the town hall. "'Latest scandal, Prince Bastion
says 'horseapples' to all fine dining etiquette!'" He followed
this with a roll of his eyes as he gently nudged Blossom. "Heh,
from what I've heard, that's what parts of Prance are like too,"
he continued to joke, gaze breaking away from Blossom to scan
the town around them as they walked. "At least, you can be
fairly... 'proper' when you want to be. So there's gotta be some
kind of society like that over there. Or is this when I get
'shut up Bastion, that's nowhere near close to right'?"
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Re: Float Like a Parasprite, Sting Like a Manticore
By: Blossom Gale Date: August 16, 2014, 4:20 am
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"Only the wealthy parts 'Prince Bastille'," Blossom corrected,
sounding a little exasperated, as though she were bringing up a
bit of a rough spot for herself, "being proper was the most
important thing that my mother thought I should learn, so it is
second nature to me. It's a good thing it eventually came to me
too; there is so much of a 'society' as you call it, that your
entire family could be cast into social disgrace if you do not
meet the expectations." Looking back to Bastion, wondering if
that was every bit as intimidating as it sounded, "It was
something that I used to compare basic training to. I would be
having to say 'at least this isn't as strict as dinner party
etiquette." Blossom smirked at that thought, "Hopefully your
reign will bring about the revolution of lax manners, hmm?"
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Re: Float Like a Parasprite, Sting Like a Manticore
By: Bastion Date: August 17, 2014, 7:15 am
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Bastion just hummed quietly with his mouth quirked to the side
as Blossom talked about how being 'proper' had been drilled into
her from a young age, not quite able to imagine what a childhood
of that would be like. Excruciatingly boring was what his mind
seemed to linger on the most. If he hadn't been able to explore
Dodge City and its surroundings, he would have no doubt he
wouldn't be where he was now, on his way to the Everfree to take
on a mission for his beloved princess. It was even more amazing
to him that he actually got along so well with someone who had
to act like that for most of her life. "Revolution? I'd be as
likely, if not more so, to be executed for treason because of it
or something like that," he said, huffing quietly as he shook
his head. "Just glad that's not something I'll have to worry
about. As long as I stay professional, I'm good. Definitely not
interested in trying to buddy up to any nobility any time soon."
He remained quiet after that, all the way up until they reached
the edge of the forest, after which he paused with a sigh as he
adjusted his armor. "Welp, here's the point of no return," he
said as he turned to look at Blossom. "I'd be lying if I said
this place wasn't already starting to creep me out, but... You
ready, Salmon?"
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Re: Float Like a Parasprite, Sting Like a Manticore
By: Blossom Gale Date: August 21, 2014, 4:01 pm
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Reaching the edge of the forest, Blossom stopped alongside
Bastion as the two of them looked past the treeline into the
thick overgrowth. There was a bit of a path that they would be
travelling down so they wouldn't have to deal with too many
brambles catching onto the edges of their armour plates, but
there were still so many things that could hide under it, and
she couldn't really disagree with the fact that like Bastion,
this place also sent her some incredibly creepy vibes. As full
of plant life that this place seemed to be, it was a terrible
contrast to what was Ponyville; the place that was so full of
life and happiness and fun, bordered by such a bleak, dark, and
dangerous place. Hopefully a lot of ponies had the common sense
to stay out of here, but looking to a small commemorative plaque
just by the treeline, she could see that not a lot of ponies
did. A quick glance over to the plaque caught the words 'mom and
dad', and she immediately looked away. She didn't want to think
about that kind of thing now; risking a distraction at this
point was risking being added to that list.
With a reassuring check to make sure that her sword was still
within reach, she said, "Better now than never. I don't want to
spend too many nights in this place," and took the first steps
into the forest, following right beside Bastion. Every few
seconds she had to look into the brush; there was simply too
much there, it could practically hide another pony. "This
shouldn't be too difficult, Bastille, if Mana and Thunder could
explore this place while leaving supplies for us, then surely we
can do the same."
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