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Re: A Midnight Stroll
By: Nightingale Date: October 22, 2014, 8:51 am
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Briefly, Nightingale's gaze shot over to Lamplight when the mare
approached and asked if she was alright. An indignant huff
escaped Nightingale, moments before she responded with, "What's
with the third degree? Of course I'm okay!" Upon saying this,
she looked back to Agilene, her cheeks puffing up a little bit
when the mare said that she could stop whenever she wanted.
"Pfft, civilized? Says the criminal! You know you can give up
whenever you want too, right?" Nightingale's tone was childish
as she said this, and continued when she kept speaking. "But
that's probably not gonna happen! Even though you really should
before Qing Long does something to you!" After saying this, the
dragon seemed to 'breathe' in alongside Nightingale, the filly's
horn flashing a little brighter as a little bit more of her
magic was poured into the illusion, the others still floating
around somewhere nearby as she had yet to think to cut them in
the heat of things.
Though before anything could 'happen', the green aura
surrounding her horn suddenly cut out as she collapsed onto the
ground with her legs underneath her, the dizziness that suddenly
took hold of her proving too much for her to shake off this time
around. With the magic suddenly cut, all five of her illusions
disappeared along with the aura; in the dark-coated filly's
place was now a burgundy-coated filly with a blue-streaked,
purple mane. Her head hung as she wallowed in her shame, an
angry expression on her face as unwanted tears began to well in
her eyes, apparently not quite ready to look at the two grown
ponies next to her.
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Re: A Midnight Stroll
By: Lamplight Date: October 27, 2014, 6:59 pm
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Despite Nightingale's assurance that she's fine, Lamplight isn't
convinced. She's seen magical exhaustion before, and from what
she can tell it's what's happening to Nightingale. She take
another step closer, glancing over at Agilene, who doesn't seem
to realize the creatures are illusions. She's about to say
something, attempt to get the disguised filly to stop what she's
doing before her magic gives out altogether. She's too late
though, and Nightingale's illusions disappear in the same
instant the glow from her horn does, revealing her real
appearance. Lamplight leans down and puts a hoof on the filly's
shoulder, a look of concern on her face. "Hey." She says, her
voice soft. "It's okay, you're going to be fine."
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Re: A Midnight Stroll
By: Agilene Date: October 27, 2014, 10:17 pm
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The disappearance of the creature had made Agilene release a
relaxed, but quiet breath. But the next thing that came up was a
crying filly in front of her. This was something she should have
expected, especially with the magical struggles Nightingale
showed earlier. Agilene was not prepared, however, and now she
has to figure out how to comfort the filly.
Unfortunately, due to Agilene's lack of experience with
children, she stood still in her spot, watching Lamplight do the
comforting. "Do you know this little one?" Agilene asked
Lamplight.
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Re: A Midnight Stroll
By: Nightingale Date: October 28, 2014, 6:57 am
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Why couldn't that pegasus have just surrendered? Or run away?
She ruined everything! Nightingale's angry pout continued to
show on her face as she glared at Agilene's hooves and the
ground beneath them, trying to figure out what she should do
now, despite her swimming vision and general wooziness. Then,
she felt a foreign hoof around her shoulder in a gesture of
sympathy, making Nightingale feel even worse. "I d-don't need
y-your pity," she said in a pouting voice. "Leggo..." After
saying this, she attempted to push herself up and walk away,
though her legs buckled back underneath her before she was able
to get herself even halfway up the ground... which meant she was
stuck there now. And she had to endure the embarassment.
About the best thing she could do now was bury her face in her
hooves to hide the tears that she couldn't hold back.
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Re: A Midnight Stroll
By: Lamplight Date: November 4, 2014, 4:18 pm
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Nightingale's insistence that she doesn't need help does little
to ease Lamplight's mind, the mare looking concernedly at the
filly. "You've only run out of magic, you'll be fine after a bit
of a rest." She says, putting on her best soothing voice. She
looks up at Agilene at the mare's question and shakes her head.
"I haven't seen her before." She says, and turns her attention
back to Nightingale. Since she doesn't know the filly, it'd
probably be best to find out who she is so they can get her
home. "What's your name? I'm Lamplight."
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Re: A Midnight Stroll
By: Agilene Date: November 4, 2014, 5:35 pm
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"I am Agilene," she responded. Looking at Lamplight's
interaction with Nightingale, she was glad someone else is here
to ease the filly. Still, Agilene was saddened that it was her
that made Nightingale cry. At this point, she did not know how
else to resolve the situation. The only thing that came to mind
was finding out where Nightingale lives. "Perhaps I can lead you
home. Do you know where you live?" Agilene asked the filly.
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Re: A Midnight Stroll
By: Nightingale Date: November 5, 2014, 9:48 am
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Why couldn't they just go away? Or just stop asking so many
questions? All Nightingale wanted to do was hide
somewhere--under the sheets in her bed in the orphanage, behind
some shrubbery somewhere, in the apple orchard... just,
anywhere, but she couldn't. Even if she knew how to teleport,
she couldn't even do that, what with her magic exhaustion. What
if... she tried rolling away...?
"I-I'm the Black..." Nightingale started to respond,
reluctantly, before cutting herself short and giving a pouting
huff. "Wh-what's it matter who I a-am?" she grumped past her
involuntary gasps of air. "You d-don't really ca-are..." Then,
when Agilene mentioned being able to lead her 'home',
Nightingale pulled her hooves free from her eyes so she could
look at the mare with her grumpy pout. "The o-orphanage isn't a
'home'. It's a p-prison! I hate that place!"
Now enraged by the thought of going back to that place just yet
after her most recent blunder, Nightingale shifted her body
around and started to try and crawl away since nothing else
would work.
Perfect. Now she felt like a dog retreating with its tail
between its legs...
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Re: A Midnight Stroll
By: Lamplight Date: November 10, 2014, 2:17 pm
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Lamplight's expression shifts to a frown briefly when
Nightingale claims they don't actually care, though it quickly
goes back to worried. "Why wouldn't we care?" She asks, glancing
back at Agilene when Nightingale mentions the orphanage and how
much she hates it. She'd never visited an orphanage herself, but
it doesn't sound to her like a very good place to live. She
can't just leave the filly out here though. It's pretty unlikely
the little illusionist is supposed to be out here this late.
Lamplight turns to look at Agilene. "What do you think we should
do?"
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Re: A Midnight Stroll
By: Agilene Date: November 10, 2014, 11:01 pm
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A cold breeze blows past the three ponies, causing Agilene to
shiver lightly for a short moment. "It would be wrong to leave
her out here in the middle of the town alone at this hour." She
turns to face Nightingale attempting to crawl away. "Perhaps the
best course of action is to return her to this orphanage,
despite her feelings towards it. Tell me, little one, what is
wrong with where you are staying?"
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Re: A Midnight Stroll
By: Nightingale Date: November 11, 2014, 7:31 am
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Well, despite how humiliating it was, this was at least working.
Kind of. Nightingale was making a good few inches each few
seconds, so she figured she'd get somewhere eventually. Soon,
the unicorn called out to her, asking her why they wouldn't
care. This earned a response of, "'Cause you don't w-wanna be
responsible for me," though that response was soon followed by
the pegasus calling out to her as well, asking what was wrong
with the orphanage. "Wh-what's wrong with where your f-face is
staying?" she oh-so-cleverly retorted, then kept focusing on the
road in front of her as she continued to crawl away.
Now hoping to forget about the two ponies behind her, as well as
the blunder she was trying to escape, Nightingale weakly began
to sing to herself, the words possibly some kind of reassurance
to herself--if the other two ponies could even hear.
"[i]Nightingale, / Sing us a song / Of a love that once
belonged. / Nightingale, / Tell me your tale; / Was your journey
far too long?
"All the voices that are spinnin' 'round me / Trying to tell me
what to say. / So can I fly right behind you / And you can take
me away."
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