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#Post#: 707--------------------------------------------------
Don't Mind If I Do
By: Ma Lynn Date: January 21, 2014, 1:51 am
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In the middle of the park in Ponyville, a lone zebra laid in the
grass glistening with the morning dew like thousands of tiny
diamonds. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't 'sleeping', per
se. Her consciousness was drifting slowly in and out of
awareness, the world around her nothing more than a dull buzz.
Despite it not being proper bedding, there was just something so
comfortable about the soft grass underneath her, especially
given the perfect temperature the morning provided. Nothing too
hot, and certainly nothing too cold. The entire moment was just
so relaxing, she could have laid there all day without care.
She certainly might have as well, if the damnable weather ponies
hadn't had plans for that day. As the zebra rubbed her cheek
against the soft grass beneath her a low, distant rumble reached
her ears, causing one of her eyes to shoot open and glance up.
Sky above her was clear, but a quick glance to the horizon
showed dark, looming clouds. No doubt moving to Ponyville. She
had no idea when they'd be pushed overhead, but she was sure
that if she didn't find some kind of roof to huddle under, that
she'd be in for a miserable day. Possibly night.
Just one of the drawbacks of being without a stable home. No
job, meant no money, which meant not being in the safety and
privacy of four walls and a roof. Well, there were always other
ponies for that, at least. It was usually pretty easy to
convince a stallion to let her spend the night under his roof
for a while. Or talk a more gullible pony into letting her sleep
in a spare bed for a night. There was usually a way for her to
weather the weather, it just took a little bit of work. Fun
work, though. Better than having to maintain a steady job.
Yawning slightly, the zebra pushed herself up from the patch of
grass she'd made into her bed before stretching her front hooves
out on the ground before her, her back arching as she stretched.
As she arched her back she shifted the weight from her back
hooves to her front one, much like a cat might when it
stretches, before shaking her entire body. By now, she'd begun
wearing her trademark smirk, and it was only a wonder why as
nothing humorous or even remotely entertaining had happened. She
raised one of her hooves to the bushy mane atop her head and
swept it back, only to have it pop back to its natural, edgy
curve.
May as well get the day started right. Pester a few ponies,
maybe start searching for someone she could freeload off of.
Still wearing her smirk, the zebra made sure her bit purse was
secure around her neck before moving to walk into Ponyville
proper. The marketplace would be the perfect spot for her to set
up camp and scout out her possibilities. Maybe sneak a few
morsels off a couple of plates from ponies at the cafe... She'd
worry about that once she got there, though. Her alert gaze
swept over ponies she passed, openly examining every feature
about them. She even gave a playful wink to a few of the more
attractive stallions and mares she passed, though didn't stop to
talk to them.
She just kept walking, until she arrived at the cafe in
question, one that would give her the best view of the
marketplace nearby. She slipped into one of the chairs and set
her elbows on the table's surface before resting her chin on top
of her hooves, hawk-like gaze once again hopping from the
different ponies there... though one soon caught her eye. The
only thing that really set him apart from other ponies was the
red bandana he wore... but there was something else about the
way he moved, something she couldn't really put her hoof on.
Just contenting herself to watching for now, she kept her gaze
locked onto this stallion and everything he did, wondering what
it was that was drawing her attention.
#Post#: 729--------------------------------------------------
Re: Don't Mind If I Do
By: Wolfgang Danasty Date: January 22, 2014, 1:24 am
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The stallion in question did not seem to notice the zebra’s
intent staring and watching. He was a little more focused on the
task at hoof after all, and that involved the crowd that he was
mingling with. His red bandana hung around his neck, only
leaving there to go up over his mouth in certain special
circumstances, though today was not one of them. Ponies would
notice a stallion that looked more like he was robbing a train
rather than simply trying to find his way to the market. On his
back he carried a set of saddlebags, one with a rolled up map
sticking out from under the flap rather conspicuously, the
telltale sign of a tourist pony. While this pony was far from
needing to sight-see in Ponyville, this was probably one of the
better personas he could use right now. Ponies never saw this
one coming.
With a few more looks around at the buildings in the
marketplace, the white stallion, Wolfgang Danasty, shook his
head, letting his rather loose and medium length blue mane toss
about as a way to get himself ready, eyeing the crowds before
him with icy blue eyes before spotting a middle class looking
stallion with an absurd amount of pockets on their jacket. The
pockets held a little prize for Wolfgang, and judging by the
fine silver chain that ran into one of them, it was a fancy
pocket watch, worth at least a few hundred bits after it gets
fenced. With his target in sight, he pulled out the map and
unrolled it, looking at it with a face that slowly degenerated
into confusion as he meandered towards this pony. When he came
close enough to touch, he looked up and held his map up to the
other stallion, and began speaking in a quick and quizzical tone
in the language native to Tramplevania, "Scuzați-mă
domnule, ar putea să-mi punctul de la stația de tren?"
The middle class pony glanced at Danasty with a look of pure
confusion and bewilderment. He had apparently been caught
completely off guard by this pony speaking this strange foreign
language, and tried as best as he could to get an idea of what
he wanted, "Umm... I'm sorry sir, but I don't--" Danasty
interrupted immediately with even more Tramplevanian, pointing
at the map once more, this time at the train station, causing
the other stallion to lean forward to investigate what he was
pointing at. At that moment, Danasty reached out with another
cloud of his magical aura, tentatively working its way into his
pocket and pulling out the actual watch, while at the same time,
unclipping it from his pocket. The entire process was finished,
and the pilfered pocket watch tucked deep into an open pouch on
his saddlebags before getting tied shut, all before the stallion
looked up at Danasty and pointed to the road that led to the
train station, none the wiser.
"The train station is that way. For the future, perhaps next
time you should learn how to speak the language here before you
come here." The stallion was all too quick to turn around and
try to get away from Danasty, but it was too late, the
'tourist's' work was done here. Waving his hoof in a friendly
and thankful manner, Danasty called back, "Vă
mulțumim!" before turning around and walking the opposite
direction, a sly smile spreading across his face as he mumbled
under his breath in a thick accent, "Thankee fer the watch,
prost..." Just another little trick of his to score something
that was valuable, and the profits made from this would go quite
a ways in supporting his carefree lifestyle here. All that he
had to do was go back to his hideaway, appraise the piece for
the fence, and take his profits. If this was actual silver...
Slowly and inconspicuously, he glanced around watching every
individual pony's face to see if they were looking at him for
too long. If they saw him do something, they would be eyeing him
warily and keeping their distance, but nopony in the immediate
crowd was doing that. Oh well, maybe he was getting paranoid--
nope, he wasn't. There, in the cafe, sitting alone at one of the
tables, head balanced on her hooves and elbows as she just
stared at Danasty, a corner of her mouth turned upwards into a
very smug looking smirk, and as he laid eyes on this zebra, it
looked as though that smirk grew even wider.
Danasty looked at the ground, gritting his teeth as he cursed
under his breath. She saw him, that was the only thing he could
think, and now, he would have to find a way to make sure she
didn't say anything, one way or another. Oh well, time to put on
your lady-killer face there, Danasty, maybe she is just
interested in you. He could only hope, at least. He looked up
with his own smirk, a lot less genuine than the Zebra's even if
it didn't look forced, and walked up to her table at the cafe,
pausing on the other side from her before saying, "S'cuse me,
miss, did'ja need some company? A pretty little thing like you
shouldn't have to sit at their table alone after all. Can I get
ya something to eat? Maybe get ta know each other...?" He waited
for a second before adding, "... and what brings a zebra all the
way out to Ponyville, eh?"
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Re: Don't Mind If I Do
By: Ma Lynn Date: January 22, 2014, 9:16 am
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Further examination of this stallion that had caught the zebra's
interest told her that he was most likely some kind of tourist
to this place. At least if the map--or at least that's what she
thought it was--that stuck out of his saddlebags was any
indication. But... If he was a tourist, why was he looking
around at the different ponies around him, and not at the town
around him? Lost, maybe, but if that was the case he would've
just gone for the closest pony to him. He didn't. He went for...
some jacket-wearing stallion, one nowhere near close to him.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the blue-maned pony
remove his map and change his expression to one of lost
confusion as he approached the stallion in question. Something
was definitely up. He wasn't showing any signs of confusion
before. No tourist she'd seen before had done something like
that. Sure, there were some strange ponies out there, but
this... Not normal behavior. Especially since he was ignoring
the ponies closer to him. What was so interesting about this
stallion he chose to make a bee line for?
From her seat at the cafe, the zebra shifted her gaze over to
the jacket-clad stallion, eyes roaming over him to figure out
the big deal about him. He was average in appearance, nothing
that really set him apart from any other ponies around him...
The only thing that was strange was that he was wearing a jacket
that had just way too many pockets to be practical. Or even
fashionable, in the zebra's eyes. It was beyond tacky, and...
wait. A brow shot up in surprise when she noticed a faint blue
glow creep out of one of the jacket's pockets and into the white
stallion's saddlebags. Well, things had just gotten a lot more
interesting--and made a lot more sense.
She giggled to herself in slight triumph, realizing this could
work out to her favor. She could use this and hold this over
that pony's head to get something out of him. Possibly that
place to stay that she'd need from this rain that was to come.
Almost immediately, her mind began racing with various plots
that she could use to turn this to her advantage. One of the
first involved bumping into him and claiming that he'd stolen
something from her, and saying she wouldn't leave him be until
he gave it back to her... Next was her trying to grab the watch
from his saddlebags and blackmail him with it, but that one
wasn't quite as good as the first one. Plus it took a lot more
effort. Third was just confronting him outright about it, but
that wasn't nearly as fun.
It seemed, though, that she didn't have to decide between any of
those. As she stared the stallion down, he glanced around the
area to see if anyone had caught onto what he'd done. For a
moment she thought he'd glance over her, but when she saw the
look in his eyes when he looked her way, she knew he'd seen her
staring him down. Her smirk grew wider when she noticed this,
and she watched him challengingly. This was just too perfect.
She couldn't have been in the more right spot at the right time.
Then he began approaching her. She didn't even have to do any
work! This was going to be so easy.
Her eyes took on a half-lidded look as he approached her table,
still smirking to the stallion she'd caught red-hoofed even as
he spoke to her. Well, his accent was certainly strange. Wasn't
anything she'd heard before, and it took a little bit of trying
to understand him, but it wasn't the worst she'd tried to
decipher. He was smooth, too. She winked flirtatiously to the
stallion when he called her a pretty little thing, and offered
to get her something to eat. After his questions, she allowed
her eyes to roam visibly for a moment before sitting back in her
seat, smirk widening even further.
"Ju know, de same reason any o'ta zebra be all de way out to
Poneville. I just be lookin' fo'a a lil' bit o'... friendship,"
she drew out, eyes once more freely wandering, even if she was
only doing so for the sake of playing her part. "It be nice ta
meet such an honest gentleman 'round he'a, ju feel me? Offa'rin'
to keep a lonely zebra like me company, an' buy me food... How
could I say no to such a handsome, trustin' face like ju'a's?"
she giggled throatily, lacing her words with a knowing
undertone. "Have a seat, bredda. I wouldn't mind gettin' to know
ju a lil' bit."
She smirked at him for a few moments longer as she waited for
him to be seated before continuing. "I tell you, de'a be some
ponies 'round he'a who just ain't pleasant. 'Least de'a be one
stranga' who don't mind chattin' wit' a zebra. Name be Ma'Lynn,
but ju can just call me 'Lynn. How 'bout you, handsome? Ain't
gonna keep a forlorn zebra hangin', ah' ju'?" She paused for a
moment, the smirk on her face taking on a slightly more wicked
look. "Oh, ju wouldn't happen ta know de time, wouldja? 'Fraid I
haven't seen de Poneville Towa' today."
#Post#: 738--------------------------------------------------
Re: Don't Mind If I Do
By: Wolfgang Danasty Date: January 22, 2014, 2:55 pm
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Danasty mentally flinched as she spoke, noticing in particular
the words that she emphasized, and the general undertone that
pretty much said, 'I know what you did'. There was no doubt now
that this mare had seen the little ploy that he had employed
upon that unfortunate stallion, and now there was probably going
to be some sort of hell to pay. With any luck, it would be
simple ridicule and maybe relinquishing his prize to her. If it
allowed him to get away from this without the guards being
alerted to who he was, it was a small price to pay, but judging
by the way she seemed to almost have fun with talking to him now
that she had this knowledge was a little unsettling. Coupled
with the foreign-ness of her accent, it made this mare to be
quite the intimidating little she-devil.
He sat down opposite her at her invitation, taking his
saddlebags off and kicking them under his seat for safekeeping.
Her visibly wandering eyes would have been somewhat flattering
if it wasn't for the implications of what was about to happen.
For now it seemed that this zebra wanted to keep playing this as
though it was some sort of spontaneous meet up, that's fine, he
could play around with that, but with every little reference she
made to who he was or what he had done, it was like the edge of
a piece of paper being dragged along his skin, the itchy and
fiery cut that it left behind lingering in his conscience. He
took a deep breath before putting his own front legs up on the
table, folding them in front of him as he continued to look at
the zebra across from him. That sultry look of hers was so
misleading, but he could not help but admit that it had a sort
of mystique and intriguing charm to it.
"If there's one thing I have an eye for, ma'am, it's
unappreciated beauty," he began, making his own little false,
friendly look as he looked her right in those blue eyes, "and to
see such a... forlorn, as you say, zebra as yourself, it is a
crying shame. The name be Danasty, miss 'Lynn." He looked over
to the waiter who had been walking about, serving everypony
their foods while adding to the side, "You aren't wrong about
some individuals being unpleasant, I know a few from first-hoof
experience," he gave an exasperated sigh as he leaned back with
a slightly more confident smile, "sooome ponies just have no
'simț al onoarei', no class, if you will."
Yet another jab at him by asking for the time. He exhaled
through his nose, watching her thoughtfully as it was no doubt
made known through his narrowing eyes that he very well knew
what exactly she meant, "If you are wonderin' the time, 'Lynn,
you just need to look around. Breakfast on all the tables." He
made a casual sweeping gesture around him as he said, "Perhaps
you wouldn't mind if I had the honour of partaking in some with
you? And of course, what kind of stallion would I be if I let
the mare pay for her own meal?" That stung like a length of wire
being dragged through his insides; what a drain on his personal
funds, something that he has worked hard towards, yet here he
was, one unexpected set of eyes making it all go to waste on
pancakes and expensive omelettes.
The waiter approached their table in a timely manner, setting
out two menus, one for each of them, giving 'Lynn a bit of a
long look before turning to tend to other tables, apparently not
used to the sight of another zebra in Ponyville. Danasty didn't
bother to flip open his menu, he already knew what he was going
to get, but the question was just what the zebra was going to
get. She held all the cards right now, and where she wanted this
little arrangement to go was entirely up to her. He didn't want
to have to up and leave this nice, quiet town just because
somepony ratted him out, and he was the kind of pony who saw
himself as being above unnecessary murder.
"So, miss 'Lynn, are you here to simply see the sights around
Ponyville, or simply pony watching for this... friendship that
you say any zebra coming here seeks?" He licks his lips after he
says that, tapping his back hoof on the ground as his eyes
wandered slightly, scoffing at his own words, "I doubt that this
desired companionship is all that you seek, being the vixen that
you are. There are plenty of things Ponyville has to offer for
its residents, after all, a town of opportunity as it were. All
of this opportunity, just ripe for the taking by any pony with
enough class." He looked at her a little more seriously, though
still keeping a hint of humour in his tone, "I'm sure you know
exactly what I mean when I say this."
Leaving it at that, he finally flipped open the menu, though he
still didn't let his gaze fall down towards it before asking, "I
know what I want here, so if I may ask, what will you be
having?" He emphasized the last part of his sentence, making it
clear that he was making her an offer for her silence in the
disguised words of their little pseudo-date. Perhaps in another
time, and under different circumstances, Danasty's words could
have been more sincere, but this time, it went straight down to
business. He didn't want to stick around much longer, especially
after being caught red-hoofed. Staying in his hideout for the
rest of the day with a cold drink sounded like the best waste of
the rest of the day.
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Re: Don't Mind If I Do
By: Ma Lynn Date: January 22, 2014, 7:37 pm
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"Unappreciated" beauty, he said. Hers was hardly unappreciated.
There wasn't a day that didn't go by that she didn't tell
herself in a mirror just how sexy she looked. Plus how many
other ponies she met that couldn't keep their eyes off of her...
She knew she was attractive, and wasn't afraid to flaunt it. But
his words were probably aimed towards a bigger picture, if this
pickpocketing gig of his was something he did often which,
judging by how smoothly it had all gone down, he did do often.
Her own eyes carried a challenging look as he locked eyes with
her, though when accompanied by the smirk on her lips, it was
more of a question of what he'd do rather than an invitation for
conflict. She just stayed like this as he continued to speak,
her expression barely changing as he talked about ponies having
no class, then telling her the easiest way to tell the time was
by looking at the breakfast plates on all the other tables.
Then, when he asked if he could join her for a meal, she winked
playfully to him as she responded. "I t'ink I'd like dat,
Danasty. Ain't not'in' betta' dan bein' pampa'd, ju feel me~?"
she giggled, leaning back a little bit in her seat now.
She glanced up briefly when the waiter approached their table
and watched him as he set their menus down, before winking
flirtatiously to him as well when he stared at her for much too
long. Giggling to herself, she flipped open the menu she'd been
handed and scanned it over for a moment or two before flipping
it closed again and looking back up to Danasty as he mentioned
her being a vixen, causing her to giggle a little bit at his
words. Then, finally, he asked what she'd be having, and she
rose a hoof up to her chin as if stopping to think for a moment.
"Blackberry pancakes an' orange juice, if ju please," she said
after finishing her moment of musing. "'Cou'a's, a roof ova' my
head would also be nice, consida'rin' dis rain we got comin'
in," she sighed, as if something like that was just impossible.
"But what is a zebra to do? De'a just ain't anypony 'round dese
pa'hts who wants to let a zebra stay wit' dem. It be such a
shame too, dey don't know how... fun I can be," she said with
another throaty giggle, once more tossing another half-lidded,
albeit fake, look to Danasty.
"As fo'a dis place bein' ripe fo'a de takin', as ju put it... I
can see dat. Den again, I imagine wit' certain ponies, just
about anywhe'a be 'ripe fo' de takin'. What business of it is
mine what ponies do wit' dey free time, d'ough? I be willin' to
overlook a lot o' t'ings, just so long as I be kept happy, ju
feel me? At least I be an... easy ma'a to please~," she drew out
teasingly, smirking triumphantly to herself. "I just be he'a
fo'a a lil' bit o' fun, d'ough. Whet'a da be pony watchin', o'a
seein' de sights. O'a... mo'a. Alt'ough, dis place ain't exactly
dat special wit' de sights to see aspect. 'Least some o' de
ma'a's 'n' stallions he'a be pleasin' to de eye.
"Speakin' o' pleasin' to de eye, ju be a real charma', Danasty.
So smoot' an' confident~. I get de feelin' ju be somepony who
usually gets what dey want. Kinda like me, really. Ain't no
lengt's too fa' to get my way. 'Specially not when it just be so
damn fun along de way." She hummed pleasantly at that, smirking
to herself for a moment before continuing. "But enough about me,
yeah? As much as I love talkin' 'bout myself, I ain't de only
one he'a.
"What brings an honest travella' like ju he'a to Poneville,
Danasty? T'ings get too heated from de last place ju worked? O'a
did work just dry up? Fo'a dat matta', where did ju even come
from? Dat ain't an accent I've heard befo'a. O'a dat language ju
spoke. Whateva' it is, it sounds exotic--my kinda flair~," she
purred to him, one hoof moving up to her mane to sweep it back
as she stared him down.
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Re: Don't Mind If I Do
By: Wolfgang Danasty Date: January 23, 2014, 4:24 pm
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Danasty grinned in a very casual manner as 'Lynn called him a
real charmer, insinuating that he was pleasing to the eye as
well. Even though this mare just witnessed him stealing a rather
expensive item from another stallion, he was starting to gain a
liking for this her. Then again, isn't that exactly the same
thing that he was trying to do for her? Compliment her so that
she would let her guard down around him, and perhaps convince
that maybe there was no need to, say, alert the guards that
there was an exceptionally skilled and charming pickpocket
roaming the streets, along with supplying them a good
description of his appearance. She seemed a little interested
about who he was too, though whether this mare's intentions were
in the right place or not was really up in the air. If she was
going to go to the guards with this anyway, Danasty would be
leaving town one way or the other, so he may as well explain
where he came from. It was just the past after all, it's not
like it would come to bite him later.
"Business brings this honest traveller here, 'Lynn, that, and
because I tire of the city life sometimes," shrugging as he
looked around, he continued, "everything is all too close, and
not in the kind of way that I like. No room to simply breathe
an' enjoy the simple pleasures, 'specially among them snobs of
an upper crust who think they own the place. In my line of
work," he leaned forward once more, giving another confident
smirk to the mare as he looked at her, "there's nothin' that
stops me from goin' where I please, when I please. I'm sure
somepony who has wandered here all the way from Zebrica
understands exactly what I mean when I say there are just
certain freedoms that most ponies choose to ignore that I can't
fathom."
After she asked him where he and his accent are from, his smirk
became even more pronounced as she said that she enjoyed a more
exotic flare, and a throaty hum as he answered, "Hmmhmm, da,
there is always somethin' so tantalizingly sweet about the
little differences, accent, the looks, the lifestyle, the
stripes..." he trails off as he looks her over once more, taking
some time to admire her exotic beauty before continuing, "I find
that..." he pauses for a bit, his look of relaxed confidence
that much more prominent as he leaned forward, his rich and deep
accent coming through his words, "... I get a lot of attention
from ze mares vhen I stop tryink to disguise my accent. Zhey
looove ze idea of somethink zhey aren't familiar vith, it is
almost like... unfair advantage for us, da? Certainly one that I
like to use."
He exhaled through his snout in a chuckle before continuing, "I
am from Tramplevania, and ze sweet language zhat sometimes
infiltrates vhat I say is Tramplevanian. Such dark and dangerous
a countryside it is, 'Lynn, a certain atmosphere that linkers
over it like a mixture of fear and desperation. It is ze city
zhat I grew up in, and learned how to become an artisan in my
trade." He stopped as he looked up at the waiter came back,
taking a second to order, "The comely lass over here would like
the blackberry pancakes and orange juice, and I will have the
same," the waiter scribbled their orders on his notepad before
walking away.
With that little interruption out of the way, Danasty continued,
starting to get back down to business. If he wasn't careful, he
would forget that he was supposed to be convincing this mare to
not rat him out and not flirting with her. Who could blame him
though? With her rather conspicuous implications that she laced
within her words, it definitely made him want to take a softer
note with her, "Now zhat you have your breakfast comink for you,
perhaps I can also address your.. other concerns. Of course, I
vill not stand to see you left out in the rain just beacause of
your stripes, especially not vhen you are as delightfully
appealink as you are. Vould you like me to accompany you back to
my humble abode, and you can stay the night, or as lonk as zhe
rain holds out and discuss ozer thinks zhat interest us? Vhat do
you say to that, miss Ma'Lynn?"
Perhaps this arrangement could work out a little better than
Danasty originally thought. All she seemed to be asking for
right now was a place to stay and to pay for her breakfast,
which was small compared to everything else that she could have
asked for, and considering the fact that she was very easy on
the eyes, it wasn't something that he would mind at all, "Vhat
about you? Zebrica is a very lonk vay from here, a lonk vay to
travel by hoof that is for sure. Certainly you came for reasons
ozer zhan... friendship, as you put it."
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Re: Don't Mind If I Do
By: Ma Lynn Date: January 24, 2014, 7:45 am
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'Lynn's smirk only widened slightly when Danasty began talking
about business bringing him to Ponyville. Not the first place
she would've thought to go if she were a pickpocket like him.
Sure, there were a few ponies with nice things here... but
nothing quite like there was in Canterlot. All those nobles
there, trying to one-up the other and live the most plush life
they could... It was a dream come true for somepony in Danasty's
line of work. But still he thought Ponyville was the better
choice. Why? It couldn't really have been the 'tired of the city
life' reason, could it? He didn't seem like the kind of pony who
would be bothered by that kind of thing, just so long as he kept
himself entertained. Kind of like herself, she supposed.
As Danasty leaned forward, 'Lynn did the same and returned her
elbows to the table's surface so she could rest her chin on her
hooves once more, still just listening to him as he went on to
talk about freedoms most ponies choose to ignore. Well, there
were a lot of freedoms that could have been. Freedoms to take
what he wanted? Freedoms to do what he wanted? Not having to
worry about paying bills, or paying rent or mortgage? Not having
to work his life away in some monotonous, boring job? Sure,
there were those kinds of freedoms, but she had a feeling that
wasn't what she meant. What was, then?
She mentally shrugged it off and just continued to listen to him
as he went on to talk about exotic flairs, his comments easily
detected as aimed towards her. The smirk on her lips turned into
a voluptuous grin and she offered a wink in thanks, not shying
away at all when his eyes wandered after. No sense denying her
own attractiveness--she knew she was good looking, and beating
around that bush was just a waste of time. It was much easier,
and more fun, to just use it to her advantage. Her brow raised
soon after when he began speaking again soon after, this time
the accent lacing his words becoming much more pronounced. The
smirk on her lips faded a little bit as she listened, more
concerned with the intricacies of how he spoke rather than his
words.
While he spoke however, she lowered one of her hooves to the
table's surface and held the other hoof to her cheek, tilting
her head slightly and giving her an almost bored expression. He
certainly knew how to ham it up. And Tramplevania? She'd heard
things about that place. Wasn't that where a lot of myths
originated from? A hotspot for monster hunters or some such?
Maybe this stranger had some stories from there as well. Maybe
she could ask when they got to his house. He'd probably be a lot
more willing to be 'open' when there weren't other ponies
around.
She glanced up only briefly to the waiter when he came back,
cheek still held up by her hoof, before looking back to Danasty
when he went on to talk about her 'other' concerns, causing her
smirk to come back in full-force. Well, he just confirmed that
he was going to be giving her a place to sleep. Hook, line, and
sinker. That was some of the fastest, and easiest, 'convincing'
she'd ever done. She could only think of a couple other
instances where things could have been faster and easier, but
those were hardly decent. Not like she cared, just as long as a
good time was had. Though, he called her 'Miss'. Her smirk
diminished a little bit after that, replaced by a slightly sour
look as he went on.
"First off, don't call me Miss," she stated bluntly after he'd
asked her what other reasons she'd come to Ponyville for. "I
ain't dat old, an' I may be a ma'a... But I hardly be a lady, if
ju catch my drift~," she teased, easily falling back into her
smirk and carefree demeanor. "As fo'a why I be he'a... A zebra
can't just be he'a 'cause she wants to be? Besides, de'a be
some... very lonely ponies in dis place, an' Equestria in
general. What's it matta' what de reason I be he'a is, just so
long as I've spread a lil' bit o' happiness?" she giggled,
readjusting her hoof on her cheek for a moment. "'Cou'a's, it
also helps dat Jamareca don't want me anymo'a, don't it? Just
gotta make do whe'a it suits me. I be su'a somepony in ju'a
profession unda'stands exactly what I mean when I say dat."
She glanced up once more when the waiter returned with their
orange juice and offered a simple "t'anks" in response before
lifting the glass up to her lips and taking a small drink. She
sighed in relief after before setting the glass back down. "As
fo'a ju accompanyin' me back to ju'a humble abode, dat be
soundin' good to me, mon. But how 'bout we finish breakfast
first, ju feel me? As much as I be su'a ju want me back in ju'a
house, why don't we focus on one t'ing at a time. De day only
just started, afta' all," she reminded him, smirking at him as
she gently traced her free hoof around the rim of her orange
juice.
"Sooo, Tramplevania? Can't say I've eva' actually met someone
from dat place o' myt's an' monsta's. Ju'll hafta tell me mo'a
when we get to ju'a house. Ju prolly got a lotta stories about
dat place. An' is dat place also whe'a ju learned to milk ju'a
performances? 'Cause ju laid de accent on a li'l t'ick de'a,"
she said lightheartedly, finally lowering her hoof from her
cheek. "Keep in mind, I got an accent too, bredda. It ain't
gonna work as good on me as it would a ma'a who's barely stepped
outta her home, much less de town." Plus, she thought, she knew
how to manipulate other ponies.
She looked up a moment later, smirk widening a bit more when the
waiter returned yet again, this time with two plates. "Ah, de
cafe su'a has quick service, don't it? Must be some skilled
ponies workin' he'a. T'anks again," she told the waiter,
offering him a wink as well before turning to the pancakes in
front of her and taking up one of the syrup bottles to pour over
her pancakes. "So how long've ju been workin' he'a in Poneville
den? Ju get any big breaks he'a, or am I right in t'inkin' a
place like dis don't hold as much oppa'tunity as somewhe'a like
Canta'lot?"
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Re: Don't Mind If I Do
By: Wolfgang Danasty Date: January 25, 2014, 5:15 pm
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Danasty frowned a little bit as Ma'Lynn said that shed prefer if
she wasn't called a 'lady'. Up until this point, he had learned
that the best way to get on a mare's good side was to treat them
with the respect that nobility deserved, and once trust has been
established there, then the conversation could take a more
casual turn without fear of scaring her off. It would appear
though that this zebra either extremely detested the idea of
being called as such, which seemed so unlikely to him, or they
had already moved past the point of pleasantries and could start
being casual with each other, which may have thrown Danasty for
a loop given the situation that he was in where he would have to
keep on this mare's good side, but right now, it would have to
be like that. To be undone by the fact that he was too much of a
gentlecolt would have been most unfavourable.
He nodded as 'Lynn mentioned that there were a lot of stories
and legends surrounding Tramplevania. Danasty knew that it
wasn't exactly the city that held the legends, but more of the
mountains. He should know of them two, he ventured in there with
two ponies that he never expected to call friends and faced a
good amount of those supposed 'legends' with them. One of them
was gone now, and the other was somewhere in the world, most
likely still practicing her magics or going on in her world of
adventuring. How old would she be now? It has certainly been a
while since he last seen that little hooffull. He was brought
out of his reminiscing when Ma'Lynn suggested that Tramplevania
was also the place he learned how to act, saying that he laid
the accent on a little thick. At first hearing that, he was a
little angered, since he thought that she thought that his
accent was fake given how it was hidden earlier, but perhaps she
meant something else by it. For the sake of not outright leaving
her right there, he chose to believe that she meant something
entirely different.
"You vould not be wrong there, 'Lynn. The Tramplevanian
mountains is a place vhere many vicious beast reside, as vell as
many... eh... superstitious legends, you could say. If you vish,
I could tell you a few, but if I vere to start now, ve'd be here
for quite a vhile, and I don't believe zhis cafe vill cater to
us for zhat lonk." He shrugged before continuing, answering her
comment about his accent, "And I figured zhat it vouldn't vork
as vell on you as others, but I figured zhat it vas worth a
shot. If you don't like it, zhen I could go back to hidink it
again. I vas simply sayink zhat most mares preferred to listen
to it razer than my attempt to hide it, vhich is not as
impressive."
As their food arrived, Danasty watched the waiter leave,
assessing him as though he were assessing many of his other
subjects that he had stolen from. This stallion had nothing of
worth on him, and why should he? He was working. As soon as
Ma'Lynn finished with the syrup, he took the same pitchers and
started to pour a modest amount on top of his, the sweet liquid
dripping over the sides of the fluffy cakes before pooling up
around the base of them. He was a little uncertain on if he
should answer Ma'Lynn's questions about if Ponyville had been as
successful as other places he had been to like Canterlot, but
admitting that he had even tried stealing in those locations
only damned him further, and would further increase his penalty
should he be turned in to the guards. She hadn't shown herself
to be all to trustworthy yet anyway, and in this kind of
business, that was a strict requirement before secrets were
shared.
That didn't mean he didn't try to answer her though, she would
just get an answer that could mean two things. After taking the
first bite of his pancakes, he washed it down with some of his
own orange juice before saying, "I cannot say much about any
'big breaks' in Ponyville, as you say it, as I haven't been
tryink all that hard yet. To be more successful in zhis business
zhan ozers, you have to vork only out of necessity. Greedy
ponies are often zhere own downfall, I learned zhis back before
I left Tramplevania. The șef, err... boss if you vill, zhat
I used to vork for, only vanted cash. He sent myself and the
rest of my comrades into ze mountains to procure somesink zhat
he desired, but on our way out, ve vere ambushed by manticore. I
vas lucky to escape vis my life zhat day, and it is vhy I vork
alone now vhen I can."
He cut off another piece of his stack of pancakes, leisurely
eating them. He wasn't all that hungry right now, and he would
probably end up leaving a bit of this here, but it was better
than just sitting and watching Ma'Lynn eat. He continued, "I
can't trust anyvone but myself to not let success get to zheir
heads. Besides, vhat point is vorkin' so hard vhen you don't
have anysink to spend ze fruits of your labor on zhat are
vorthvhile?" He paused before chuckling to himself, "Zhat might
have answered your question past vhat you wanted to here, my
apologies, but if zere is any big break, it is vhen I need zere
to be, zhough zhere are vone or two places zhat I would take
closer look at maybe."
As they came close to finishing their meal, the waiter came
back, refilling their drinks with a pitcher of orange juice that
he carried with him to the table, before he turned to leave,
Danasty turned to look at Ma'Lynn, asking her, "Is zhere anysink
else zhat you vould like before I ask for the cheque, 'Lynn? Ve
can be out of here much faster to a more private place vhere ve
could discuss matters of business and perhaps... ozer sinks, if
you vill? Unless of course you have ozer plans for ze day." When
she answered, he turned to the waiter and asked, "Ve'll take ze
bill now, if you please." The waiter nodded and left, bringing
back the bill for the both of them soon enough.
One look at the bill gave Danasty an uneasy feeling. Being for
two ponies, it made sense that it was double the usual price he
had to pay, but this also made him think of the near future. How
long is he going to have to support this zebra like this for? If
this keeps up, this big break that he mentioned to her would
have to come sooner rather than later. Swallowing a little bit,
he dug into his saddlebags and procured the appropriate amount
of bits, leaving them on the table with a fair tip before
standing up and walking with 'Lynn away from the cafe. They made
their way through the crowds of ponies and started to head down
one of the more quiet streets that led to the outskirts of town,
"Zhis vay, 'Lynn, we vill be there soon enough."
Sure enough, they were soon walking down a street with various
small condos and duplexes. Stopping at the fifth one in on the
left, Danasty procured a key from his saddlebags and unlocked
the door, opening it first to Ma'Lynn before stepping inside
himself. "Here ve are. Make yourself at home I suppose, even
zhough it may not be exactly vhat most vould call home. More a
space to try to live in."
The condo was modest in size. From the front room where they had
entered, it opened up into a space with a lone couch and table
with a few old newspapers. From here, there were stairs that led
into a basement, as well as a second floor. On the second floor,
there were two bedrooms. The master bedroom had a lone double
bed with some sheets and a blanket, and seemed to be used only
for the purposes of sleeping. The guest bedroom had no bed in it
at all, looking more like it was converted into a storage area
for various small things that Danasty still had yet to fence for
a reasonable price. In the basement, there was the living room,
the kitchen, and a bathroom that held the shower and bathtub.
The living room had two couches facing each other with a table
in the middle of it, and on this table were various tools that
Danasty used in his trade, most likely left there in the middle
of maintaining them. The kitchen was barely stocked, holding
only dried or canned food. The refrigerator also seemed very
free of very sensitive or fragile perishables as well, though it
did have some fruits and vegetables.
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Re: Don't Mind If I Do
By: Ma Lynn Date: January 26, 2014, 7:23 am
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Well, it seemed he was brave. 'Lynn could give him that. She
listened idly to him as he began to talk about his lack of big
breaks in Ponyville, going on to mention greedy ponies, and that
his boss used to only care about cash. This was something she
expected him to say behind closed doors, not something in the
middle of a cafe with other ponies eating around them, possibly
listening to the conversation. She wondered momentarily what
else somepony could walk away from after him saying his boss
wanted them to procure something that he desired, before
shrugging it off and digging into her pancakes. Not really her
problem, now was it?
Her smirk widened yet again when he spoke of only being able to
rely on himself, knowing all too well the truth of his words.
Relying on other ponies only ended in disappointment, and it
seemed that was something he'd learned long ago. Then, he
continued on about big breaks being when he needed them,
followed by saying there were one or two places that he would
take a closer look at. Well, now he was just getting c'ocky.
Most of the ponies in this place really weren't all that bright,
but with the bombs he was dropping, she was beginning to think
even a child might be able to figure things out if they tried
hard enough. Again, though. Not her problem. She was only here
to use him for his home.
"I'll hafta remind myself lat'a to ask what ot'a places ju've
visited befo'a," 'Lynn said after swallowing another bite of her
pancakes. "Assumin' dat be somet'in' ju'd even tell me. I be
surprised ju be lettin' me in on what ju have already," she
giggled, smirking at him briefly before returning her attention
to her pancakes to finish them off. She did so just about the
time that the waiter returned to refill their glasses, and 'Lynn
downed a large gulp of the juice as Danasty asked if he was good
asking for the check. She waved her hoof slightly in dismissal
and said, "I be good if ju be good, mon," before taking another
large gulp of the orange juice.
Afterwards, she hopped up from her seat and arched her back in
another large stretch as Danasty pulled out the necessary bits,
then began following him through Ponyville when he began to lead
the way. She glanced around as she walked, taking note of the
turns he took and the streets he followed to get to his
destination should she need to do this on her own later. Even
when he led her down one of the quieter streets, she continued
following behind him, sure that even if he did try something,
she'd be able to take him.
Once Danasty had stopped in front of a house and began to unlock
it, 'Lynn took one final look around to maintain her bearings
before stepping inside as the door was opened and immediately
began to wander through it. As the floor they were on held
nothing interesting, 'Lynn chose to take the staircase to one of
the different floors, first going to the basement. When she
noticed the tools set there on the table in the living room,
'Lynn walked over to them and lifted one of the tools up before
turning it slowly in front of her face to inspect it. So it
looked like he was the real thing, not just some two-bit
pickpocket. He had to do something between big jobs, she
supposed.
Setting the tool back down on the table--not really caring
whether it returned to its original spot--'Lynn looked around
once more before noticing the bathroom, and the shower within.
Without hesitation, she began walking towards the bathroom and
stepped inside, not bothering to shut the door behind her as she
turned the water on and began to fine-tune its temperature.
After adjusting it how she liked it she stepped inside and let
the water wash over her as she shuddered a little bit. "It's
been fo'eva' since I've had a good showa', mon," she called out
to him as she relaxed underneath the water, smirk turned into a
little bit of a smile as she just stood underneath it. "Su'a
gonna be nice to get clean again. So whaddya do fo'a fun in dis
place, anyway?"
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Re: Don't Mind If I Do
By: Wolfgang Danasty Date: February 5, 2014, 8:32 pm
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Danasty wandered into the kitchen, pulling a bottle of cooled
water from the refrigerator. As he twisted the cap off with his
magic, he looked over to see 'Lynn holding one of his more
expensive bits of lockpicking gear. Even if it was disassembled,
one broken piece would cost him a good amount to replace, and he
would prefer if that never had to happen. She put it down well
before he had the chance to ask her to, her attention wandering
around the room until she found the bathroom. Good, give her
something to do while he set about making sure that the
expensive gear was no longer so easy to break or lose. As much
as he wanted to trust that she was a smart mare who knew what
she was doing when it comes to handling sensitive things, it was
a whole other deal if that particular thing was fragile and
expensive.
As she walked into the bathroom, he walked back over to the
table, replacing the piece that she had moved back where it was
supposed to be before starting to reassemble it. He cleaned it
this morning anyways, so no time was really being wasted. As the
many pieces began to click and screw together, his ears
swivelled to the bathroom as he noticed something odd. The water
didn't sound muted, as though the rushing torrents were right
near him. A quick glance confirmed his suspicion: she forgot to
close the door behind her. She must have really been desperate
for that shower, which he didn't mind her taking. At least she
had the mind to do that first thing she could. Returning back to
his device, his ear swivelled once again as she began speaking,
telling him how good it was to finally get a shower and asking
him what he did for fun around this place.
He turned his head to answer, looking through the open door and
seeing her standing in the shower, letting the water run over
her, "I tend not to come back here too often, at least not often
enough to do anysink fun regularly. Zhis place is for sleepink
and stayink when I have nowhere else to go, though I suppose if
you are wantink somethink fun to do, zhere is beer in ze
refrigerator. Really, not much, so you vould have to find some
vay to entertain yourself." After he said that, he simply
watched for a little while longer, looking at the way her wet
mane fell over her head before turning his eyes back to what he
was doing. When the device was assembled, he put it back in a
small case that was under the table before going through his
saddlebags, picking out the watch and setting it in front of
him. Now he would need to appraise this watch to see what it was
worth. This watch that was already putting him through so much
trouble already, wouldn't it be such a shame if it was a cheap
knock-off...
Once more, he turned to look at the open bathroom door, letting
his eyes roam once more before asking, "I hope zhat vould not be
too much trouble, da? I usually find myself roamink around the
streets late at night anyvay, lookink for new taverns and ze
like."
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