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#Post#: 3344--------------------------------------------------
A Warning Like in the Stories
By: Dark Date: September 5, 2014, 12:33 pm
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Dark Matter returns straight home, having forgotten what he had
left for in the first place. Or even that he had left home for a
reason, for that matter. Perhaps it was Destiny. Whatever the
case, he dons his worn, brown cape in his room and, feeling in a
dramatic mood, weaves an illusion over it to make it a deep,
rich crimson before sitting at his desk to pen his note.
He retrieves a quill and inkwell from their respective spaces
and readies a sheet of paper. He's dipped the quill in the ink
and almost has it set to the paper before he realizes he doesn't
know what he's going to write. Shrugging, he begins writing
anyway, a few lines of mostly gibberish (but very fancy and
formal gibberish) to get his imagination flowing.
Once he's filled the page, he lifts it in his white telekinetic
aura, gives the ink a little help drying, and crumples it up and
drops it in his wastebin. He readies another sheet and redips
his quill and is about to write some slightly better structured
gibberish when he stops. He looks up, pondering for a moment,
touching his chin a few times with the wrong end of the quill;
that is to say, the business end covered in ink.
Not noticing his new black speckles on his face, he dips the pen
one more time (just to be sure) and writes two short lines
before finishing. He sits back and observes his note from a
distance, tilting his head. I suppose it'll work. After drying
the ink, he folds it up neatly and tucks it into a pocket on the
inside lining of his cape, and heads off to deliver it.
He's halfway opened the door before he remembers what he's done
to his cape. After considering for a moment, he decides to leave
it as it is, although he tones down the color just a little bit.
With that, he sets off towards the Carousel Boutique.
#Post#: 3359--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Warning Like in the Stories
By: Dark Date: September 6, 2014, 8:56 am
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He walks with what he tries to think of as a regal air, but it's
kinda ruined by his absolutely ungraceful way of walking and the
fact that he trips over his own hooves every once in a while. At
least he's used to it enough that he can catch himself before he
faceplants.
He is just a tad uncomfortable with the amount of looks he
draws, but he supposes it's only average. Totally not the
fancy-looking cape's fault. He instead distracts himself with
remembering one of the stories his uncle tells.
A simple (villager/soldier) (the name changes with every
telling; names usually aren't important) overhears a plot by
(usually the royal Vizier; stories are easier to believe when
they're set in foreign lands) to dispose of the princess and
take over the throne. Through a series of circumstances, he gets
the letter to her without her finding out it's him but is
captured in the process and they are both sentenced to the same
fate. Overcoming his fears, he manages to save her and they
expose the (Vizier) for what he is. The (Vizier) is (imprisoned,
expelled) and the simple (villager, soldier) earns the
princess's gratitude and...
Well, lets not get ahead of ourselves, he thinks, blushing just
a little bit. This isn't a story, and the story is made mostly
of contrivances anyway. I'm just helping somepony avoid trouble.
Speaking of getting ahead of himself, he finds himself still
walking and only about 10 feet from the door of the Boutique. He
stops abruptly. No, that's not how you do it. Act natural.
Pretend you were just walking past. He resumes walking
"naturally", which of course makes him look and feel disjointed
when he concentrates on it, veering just to the side and
continuing on his way. He stops when he reaches the other side
of a nearby tree.
Dark Matter facehoofs when he realizes that would probably have
been a perfectly good time to just let the letter slip from his
pocket to the ground in front of the door. Ah, well. He covertly
peeks around the corner, trying to guess whether he'd been
spotted and how best to get the letter there without being
noticed.
#Post#: 3395--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Warning Like in the Stories
By: Dark Date: September 8, 2014, 9:16 am
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Dark Matter was no stranger to fashion. He was born and raised
in Canterlot, after all, but he also made it a point to study
most fields of appearance; he knew a little bit of architecture
(first tenet: leave it to the pros), some landscaping, and
dabbled a bit in painting, to name a few, in order to expand
what he could do with his illusions. He's certainly not going to
be fooling any experts in those fields that he knows as much as
they do, of course, but the average laypony might be impressed.
A little. Probably not a lot.
He had known of Rarity's work almost since he moved to
Ponyville, although his first experience with it... didn't
impress him, to say the least. He shudders as he recalls that
fashion show. He hoped those dresses had been burned and had
their ashes dumped into some sort of giant body of water. Seeing
what she had done since, he found it hard if not impossible to
believe that she had designed them.
He wondered sometimes if she made anything besides dresses;
something by her would make a suitable replacement for his dingy
old brown cape, however fond of it he may be.
Focus. You're here to do things, not reminisce like some old
codger.
It doesn't look like there's been any sign from the boutique
that he's been seen yet, so at least he's got that going for
him. He takes a glance around to make sure the coast is clear,
and quickly changes his cape into a dark forest green with
lighter trim around the edges, just to be safe. He retrieves the
letter from his pocket and weighs it in his telekinesis before
giving it a good heave from the edge of his range.
It sails through the air heroically... for about two feet, at
which point it just flutters to the ground like a simple piece
of paper. Which it is, he supposes.
Dark Matter sighs before trotting over to retrieve it,
forgetting to check to see that the coast is clear.
#Post#: 3407--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Warning Like in the Stories
By: Rarity Date: September 8, 2014, 9:28 pm
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A pristine white cat, Opal Essence, darts around the edge of the
boutique and pushes her way in through the door.
Rarity follows after with a short giggle, "Poor Opal, never one
for a bath." She remarks before spotting the approaching
stallion. "Oh?" Not spotting the letter he was after she greets
him, assuming he's an incoming customer. "Hello there," She
gives a short wave then trots a bit closer, "Welcome to Carousel
Boutique." She tosses her hair with a motion of the head.
Rarity quickly looks him over, "Were you looking for some Autumn
colors to replace your Summer cloak?" With a moment more to look
she notices something odd about the cape but doesn't quite know
what it is.
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Re: A Warning Like in the Stories
By: Dark Date: September 8, 2014, 10:16 pm
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Dark Matter freezes in his tracks, helpless as the boutique
owner approaches. While this had certainly been a possibility
from the start, it's not something he had a plan for. While she
speaks, he tries to keep his eyes on her rather than the
all-important message he had come to deliver, though his gaze
does occasionally drift back to it ever so slightly.
When Rarity is done speaking, he considers for a brief moment
what to say, standing up a bit straighter and delivering
eloquently "Oh. Uhm..."
Yes. Quite the raconteur, he is.
He clears his throat, a sheepish grin on his face. "No, I was
just passing through..." Oh. There's an idea. How smooth he is.
"... and I just happened to see this scrap of paper on the
ground." He gestures to the message. "I was on my way to
investigate. Come to think of it, it may be for you; perhaps you
should." The paper is enveloped in a faint white aura as he
finds it within range of his telekinesis and brings it, still
folded, between them.
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Re: A Warning Like in the Stories
By: Rarity Date: September 8, 2014, 11:17 pm
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"Ah!" Taken aback but maintaining composure she receives the
letter with her magic, "I do apologize for being so assuming."
Bringing the letter to herself she notices it's only two lines
and decides to give it a quick read before looking back up,
"Hmm, why I don't think this is for me at all." Rarity tries
again to make heads or tails of the message and she comes up
with a couple ways it could apply to her. However she instead
focuses on who the filly it mentions might be.
Running through any grey filly she can remember, her mind lands
on Silver Spoon. "Ah, this must be for Sweetie Belle. I can't
imagine the situation but..." Rarity realizes the stallion
probably doesn't care for any details, and hovers the letter to
her side. "Well, thank you." She pauses and looks over his cape
again, "Were you sure you didn't want a new cloak? The season
will be changing quite soon."
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Re: A Warning Like in the Stories
By: Dark Date: September 8, 2014, 11:47 pm
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Sweetie Belle? Who was that supposed to be? Dark Matter's mind
races. A sister? A friend? A mysterious twin who she switched
shop-minding duties with while the other took tropical vacation
time?
[I]Wait, what? Somepony should read a few more down-to-earth
slice of life stories in his free time. The things I think
of...[/I]
He agonizes for a few seconds over how to proceed, and decides
to be hopeful that everything would just work out in the end. He
smiles at her. "I'm glad to help, Miss Rarity", he says before
his face becomes more surprised as he realizes what she has
actually now repeated. " Do you do cloaks? I was under the
impression that you only did dresses."
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Re: A Warning Like in the Stories
By: Rarity Date: September 9, 2014, 12:17 am
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"Why of course!" Rarity exclaims, "I may keep dresses at the
forefront of my business, but that certainly doesn't mean I
can't do other things. In fact, some of the dresses I make
include a cloak to go over them." Rarity clears her throat,
noticing she's getting too excited.
"Sorry, if you'd like I can show you some of the cloaks I've
done." Rarity shifts to turn away but waits for a response,
quickly including, "Though I don't think I've anything that
might suit a stallion such as yourself at the moment, I can
remedy that in no time at all."
#Post#: 3413--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Warning Like in the Stories
By: Dark Date: September 9, 2014, 12:42 am
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[I]I guess a bit of window shopping won't hurt. [/I] Dark Matter
smiles. "I would be delighted to see your wares." He debates
with himself on whether it would be more proper to let her lead
or to hold the door open, and decides on the former. It is her
shop, after all.
His eyes wander back to his failed message. In hindsight, he
should have written her name on the opposite side, or at least
SOMEWHERE. Perhaps he can find an opportunity to correct his
blunder while he's still here.
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Re: A Warning Like in the Stories
By: Rarity Date: September 9, 2014, 7:58 pm
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Rarity smiles and leads the way into her store, levitating the
letter off to a counter.
"Just a moment." She says as Dark enters. Then she grasps all
her display mannequins, featuring various dresses, in her magic
and rotates them behind a curtain, which are then replaced by
cloaked mannequins. She heads behind the same curtain herself
and wheels out a clothing rack lined with capes.
"Most of these are from my Summer line, I tend to only get to
things other than dresses once the season is underway." She
explains, taking a place beside what's now on display so that
Dark may browse.
Most of the selection are a summery pink, purple, tan, or green.
However a jet black hooded cloak stood out in the clothing rack
amongst all the bright colors.
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