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#Post#: 3135--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: Hex Date: August 21, 2017, 11:04 am
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"I'll admit, you grasped the rules quicker than most. Faster
than I did, I know." Not strictly true, but whatever. He does
have a habit of forgetting to not get up and bowl again after a
strike. It would probably help him learn if he ever got a
strike. "Now that the academics are out of the way, let's see
how well you handle the application."
#Post#: 3180--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: PLO Date: August 28, 2017, 7:11 pm
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"Yes, and let us see if your way of balling can match your way
of words, good Hex." PLO is back in full composure,
straight-standing and confident, ready to take on this past time
of this town and own it. He retrieves a mid-weight yellow ball
from the rack and sets himself regally in front of the lane. No
deep breath needed, he is already in control. He steps forward
and sends the orb rolling rapidly down towards its targets.
It falls into the gutter about halfway through.
At the end of seven turns later, the score is relatively even.
PLO, despite his early flub, did manage to recover somewhat
nicely, and had overall missed very few of the pins, sitting at
a score of 59. When Hex finished his turn, he was left at 56,
just 3 behind PLO. The scores themselves would be pleasing to
him if that was the whole story. There's nothing wrong with
being ahead of one whom he assumed to be a seasoned veteran of
the sport, given his masterful expression of the rules and his
choice of this recreation in the first place when pressed for
it. And for the first few turns, he was good-natured about the
whole thing.
What was not okay was that there was one pin of the ten that
would simply not fall down for him. He noticed it at five turns
in, possibly after the other two ponies involved, and thereafter
made it his mission to knock it down. But no. No matter how he
threw the ball, and how many pins were knocked around it, it
simply would not be knocked over. Because of this, he got no
strikes, no spares, no extra points, not even the ones that he
would have gotten for knocking over just that pin.
And he is not happy about it. Not in the slightest. Aside from
that one detail the game would have become tedious, he feels,
but...that. One. Pin!
He tries not to let his irritation show, but that has never been
his strong point. His mane also gives it away, though its
crackling would have been growing even without that. "You know,"
he says, force-calmly as he steps once more with his chosen
favorite ball, "if dhe point of the game is the destruction of
those pins, dhis seems a terribly inefficient vhay to do so." As
he speaks, his horn lights up and a shaft of lightning coils
down his horn to his neck, then down his hoof, which touches the
ball, charging it with electrical energy and drawing eyes.
He hurls the glowing, crackling ball down the lane (making sure
to roll it, thank you very much), electricity arcing out,
cracking and burning the surface of the aisle as it goes amid
shouts of surprise and/or anger from behind him. Upon impacting
the lead pin, dead center, it erupts, causing a small explosion
that sends ball and pin pieces flying, and by now nearly
everypony's attention was directed to the blast which cleared
not only that lane but the force of which knocked down all the
pins in three lanes in either direction.
...Except for the single one standing in the center of where the
formation was, clean, spotless, and 100% not knocked down.
#Post#: 3206--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: Lamplight Date: September 9, 2017, 2:15 pm
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Lamplight sits back to watch as the two stallions begin playing,
with thankfully no further arguing. While he had grasped the
rules fairly quickly, it still took a few turns to PLO to get
the hang of it, and soon the scores were just about tied up.
Bowling wasn't the most exciting game in the world, but
Lamplight was still enjoying herself now that the two had
started getting along better, at least for now. She can't help
but chuckle as it becomes apparent that PLO is unable to hit the
center pin, no matter what he does the ball somehow avoiding
that one pin every single time. He does seem to be getting
rather annoyed at it though, which might be understandable if he
wasn't taking it so seriously. She stands up as he approaches
for his next turn with a dangerous look in his eye and his mane
crackling with electricity, which she has come to understand
means he was upset. Before she can do anything to stop him he's
already rolled the ball, now charged with energy, down the lane,
which explodes in spectacular fashion and blows over all the
pins in several nearby lanes... but somehow missing the one he'd
been aiming at. Lamplight puts a hoof to her head as every eye
in the bowling alley is turned their way. Talk about taking
things too seriously... The owner, not to mention the nearby
players who's games had been interrupted, were not going to be
happy about this...
#Post#: 3227--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: Hex Date: September 18, 2017, 11:00 am
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Overall, Hex isn't having TOO bad a time. Bowling wasn't
something he did often, but it was refreshing to have somepony
with him that wasn't just bowling him out of the water. It's a
tad frustrating that he's being beaten by some backwoods clod.
It's entertaining seeing him fail to get the center pin every
time, though.
When the explosion happens, it knocks his glasses askew. Taking
a moment to fix them up, he glances around the room at the
aftermath before staring at the single shining, standing pin. He
smirks. "I'll admit, I'm impressed..." this probably isn't a
good time for a jab, but he just can't help himself... "...I
never thought you'd be able to keep that one up. Way of, uh,
controlling your fate."
#Post#: 3228--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: PLO Date: September 18, 2017, 2:16 pm
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PLO turns back around from his failed attempt at clearing the
center pin, rounding on Hex and drawing up to his full height.
"You think I fhas trying to keep dhat vhone up?" he practically
shouts, his mane flashing the brilliant yellow of his lightning.
His control on his accent also seems to have drained away with
his rage. "You dhink-"
He's interrupted as the owner marches over in front of his face,
himself livid. He's flanked by several other customers clamoring
for attention and angry at the black pony. "Hey, what's the big
idea?? I let you and your friend in, provide you with a nice
bowling facility for you two, look the other way when you start
your game over, don't think I didn't notice that, and then you-
how could-"
"My friend said dhe point is destruction, I provided
destruction!" PLO interrupts, not speaking louder than the other
stallion but still somehow speaking over him. "And vhat is dhe
idea, making pins that vhon't fall over to-"
"Hey, I wasn't done talking!" the owner re-interrupts, even
louder than before.
At about this time, ponies start noticing just how dark it is
outside. "Hey, isn't it...it's not that late, is it? What time
is..." There's some murmuring and most of the ponies in the
building break off from the altercation to check outside.
Looking up, there's a large black cloud shading the building and
a good amount of the surrounding area. There's even a contingent
of the weather patrol trying ineffectually to beat it away and
disperse it, to little avail.
All of this escapes PLO and the owner, who are locked in
argument. "...run a business! I hope you're going to pay for the
damage you did to those lanes!!"
"Fine! Vhatever!" PLO shouts, and pulls out a small black purse.
His mane and tail are practically a solid glowing yellow at this
point, with small arcs of lightning jumping between them across
his body. "How much-"
He doesn't have time to finish his inquiry before a bolt of
lightning jumps from the cloud through the roof and strikes dead
onto PLO's back. The ensuing shockwave sends both him and the
owner flying comically through the roof as the building
collapses around them, along with anypony else that might have
stuck around nearby.
PLO lands not too far in front of the burning remains what used
to be the bowling alley, and lies on his stomach groaning. His
mane and tail have returned to their jet black coloring, and a
small fire is on his mane. The owner lands just after him a
little farther away as fire crews and paramedics start arriving
on the scene, but he's none the worse for wear, or looks it
anyway. He bounds to his hooves and runs back to the smoldering
rubble, falling to a kneeling position.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" he cries, with the
loudness of someone who can't tell quite how loud he's being. Or
because he just wants to be loud. After the lightning strike,
the cloud quickly disperses, much to the chagrin of the weather
team who would have liked to use it for rain to help with the
fire.
#Post#: 3421--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: Hex Date: November 6, 2017, 9:52 am
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Scared stiff, Hex doesn't have the wherewithal to move when the
shouting match starts.
He shields his eyes when the blast hits, and it takes a moment
after for his eyes to see more than a dark blur. In the
meantime, he can hear crashes echo around him and the floor
shaking a bit as the building collapses.
When he can see again, he finds that the shockwave failed to
move him, and the structure has left him completely unscathed
(albeit a little trapped). Soon he's recovered enough to speak:
"Huh."
#Post#: 3436--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: Lamplight Date: November 29, 2017, 5:46 pm
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Lamplight can only shake her head as Hex continues to antagonize
PLO, amazed that he could have so little self control. Who
thinks it's a good idea to insult somepony who just blew up
three bowling lanes out of frustration? She gets up to go try to
break them up when she spots the manager heading this way. She
sighs and turns to head back to where her patrons were still
playing. She would rather not sit through what is undoubtedly
going to be a shouting match. PLO does not seem like the type to
just accept that he did something wrong and take responsibility.
Sure enough, the manager starts yelling behind her. She almost
makes it back to her former group when it becomes apparent
things are not going well. She turns around as the sky outside
darkens and sees PLO's mane glowing brightly, although he
doesn't seem to be doing much yelling himself. She barely has
time to duck for cover as the massive bolt of lightning blows a
hole through the roof and blasts most of the roof and upper
walls clear off the bowling alley. Thankfully, the damage seems
to be limited to the building itself, and as she gets back to
her hooves it seems like nopony is seriously injured. Her
patron's game had been at the far end, and they'd avoided even
being hurt at all. Without them to worry about, Lamplight turns
and makes her way out of the ruins of the bowling alley, coming
to a stop a short distance from where PLO is lying on the ground
feeling sorry for himself. Well he should be sorry. How somepony
with such a temper could manage to get this far in life without
learning to control his magic was beyond her. He's just lucky
nopony had actually really gotten hurt, destroying an entire
place of business over a tantrum is bad enough as it is.
Lamplight sighs, shaking her head and turning to return to her
own group. Let somepony else deal with him, yelling would
probably just make him blow up the house across the street
anyway.
#Post#: 3440--------------------------------------------------
Re: Out of His Element
By: PLO Date: December 1, 2017, 6:38 pm
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PLO shakily stands up, batting at his face with a hoof, sending
up a cloud of soot and dirt. "Right. I suppose...that vhas...a
bit too long...ago..." he blinks and waves away a couple of
emergency personnel checking on him. He seems incredibly
low-energy. "No, no...am fine, am-"
He's interrupted by the owner barging past the others into his
face once again. "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE,
DON'T THINK YOU'RE NOT! THAT WAS MY BUSINESS, MY-"
PLO is having none of that, and puts his hoof over the other
pony's mouth. Oddly enough, it works. "Fine. Vhill pay. Vhill
buy. How much is price of bowlink alley?" He glances around and
spots his purse sitting nearby, then begins walking towards it,
seemingly oblivious to the fire still on his mane.
The owner isn't pacified for long, and follows belligerently
close behind. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU SAID, BUT NOPONY SHUTS ME-"
PLO proves him wrong once again after picking up the purse, the
same way he had just seconds before. "Yes. Vhill pay," PLO
repeats, louder than previously, and starts digging out some
coins. "How much to buy?"
"OH, REALLY," the owner resumes as soon as his mouth is free
again. "YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE ENOUGH IN THAT-"
PLO rolls his eyes and keeps pulling out coins until they form a
small mound on the ground. "-LITTLE PURSE YOU GOT THERE? THAT
THERE BOWLING ALLEY WAS WORTH-" PLO stares the stallion in the
eye and turns the purse opening down over the pile, and coins
cascade out of the open mouth, the pile growing until it's
practically as large as the two ponies, with their legs
partially submerged by the spill. "-MORE THAN you
probably...ever..." The owner's rage seems to subside as the
pile grows, falling silent.
Having seemed to satisfy the peasant, PLO snorts and stows his
purse away in his cape and shoos a pegasus approaching with a
bucket. He ambles slowly back into the bowling alley, which has
been gotten under control, except Hex is still stranded,
unnoticed. PLO spots him through gaps in the rubble and huffs,
muttering something under his breath before calling back out to
the others tiredly, "Dhere is pony in here." Emergency personnel
converge on the trap to free him while PLO walks on through the
building, trudging down what was previously one of the lanes
until he reaches his nemesis.
His horn sparks and he points it at the center pin, still
standing where it was, unmoved. A pitiful jolt of electricity
jumps at the pin, having zero effect on it.
He kicks it over with a clatter.
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