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#Post#: 3450--------------------------------------------------
Not a Balloon
By: Clarity Date: December 6, 2017, 6:42 pm
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Clarity steps out of the local library, pausing to let her eyes
adjust and fluff one of her pigtails before walking the rest of
the way out. A string trails upwards from one of her forehooves.
She pulls it downward until the end is below the edge of the
door frame, along with Clair who's floating along upside down
above. Once he's out, Clarity lets the string extend again,
Clair floating upward and pulling the string with him, serene in
the air, drifting slightly with the breeze. "How's the weather
up there, Clair?" Clarity calls up to him, squinting and
smiling.
"It feels sunny," he says back to her, in his normal quiet
voice, so she has a bit of a hard time hearing him. "Like it
would be warmer if it wasn't windy."
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Re: Not a Balloon
By: Brio Dreamer Date: January 5, 2018, 12:11 am
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In the sky a short ways down the street there was a small show
of sorts going on with the clouds. They would bunch up then
disperse quickly in random directions and with a wonderful puff
brought on by a flying mare that was very dedicated in her quest
to get some kind of trick down right. Once upon a time she had
witnessed a rather skilled pegasus do very close to the same
thing, however where she looked to be barreling through clouds
for its own sake the pegasus before her had mastered the impact
in such a way as to produce shapes in the sky once the clouds
settled. She'd used this trick to entertain children. And Brio.
Sometimes people couldn't tell the difference. Since then Brio
had occasionally attempted to recreate the trick herself, but so
far the only shape she'd managed to hammer out was that of
mashed potatoes and sometimes a scary accurate portrait of a
great aunt she saw once when she was seven. Getting over the
confusing and unsettling omen, Brio would soldier on with her
cloud bashing until she'd grown dizzy from the loops and swoops
and found herself hovering for a breather.
At this time she'd see someone floating like a balloon, upside
down and connected via string to a pony on the ground as if it
t'weren't even a thing. Maaaaybe she'd taken that last turn too
quickly. Or had struck too many fluff n' stuffs for her poor
little noggin. Perhaps she angered reality and set things topsy
turvy?! Nature was not meant to be abused through headbutts for
her own amusement! It was so clear to her now!
"What have I done?" she quietly asked herself, looking over
towards the mass of clouds that currently resembled a melty ice
cream scoop. Swooping down to apologize, Brio would recognize
the floating pony as Clair and would flutter to a mildly
panicked stop.
"I didn't mean to, I swear!" She'd plead, flipping upside down
to try and match Clair only to fumble due to her wings not
working that way and flapping back into a normal holding
pattern. Looking further down she would notice the Clarity
anchor keeping Clair from floating off and admit with a wince.
"Clarity, I think I broke reality and made your brother go
upside down! Soooooorrryyyyyyyy!"
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Re: Not a Balloon
By: Clair Date: May 16, 2018, 6:22 pm
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Disorienting would be a somewhat stronger word than necessary to
describe Clair's experience floating in the air. He was rarely
this far up in the air, of course, his normal distance from the
ground being approximately nil, perhaps a leg-length from his
hooves if he was riding on Clarity's back. Technically off the
ground but definitely less than a phone call away. From up here,
if he was the worrying sort, he'd probably want to send a
postcard with Wish You Were Here on the back, which the ground
would be able to read about as well as he could, maybe a little
better. But aside from looking down on ponies rather than up at
them, he was also not quite sure which way was up. Clearly up is
the direction his head is in from his body, so yes, he's still
looking up to ponies, a bit farther from them than usual but
still able to identify them as such with no problem. His point
of orientation is whatever the brightest thing around is, which
at the moment means his sister.
Until a brighter bean-shape with legs, head, and wings swoops up
to him from the expanse of air beneath him, sounding for all the
world like it was all ending and it's her fault, which she knows
from her own personal experience of bringing about the
apocalypse. Hard to argue with a track record like that, really.
He waves at her and smiles, the breeze tilting him slightly on
his string and setting his mane and tail streaming somewhat.
"No, Brio, this isn't-"
"Oh, Brio! What have you done??" Clarity interrupts from above,
sitting back on her haunches with her forehooves to her cheeks,
pouring a generous helping of drama into her voice. "Woe is us,
for such travesty has befallen us as to turn Clair's world
topsy-turvy, with naught to anchor him to our glorious Equestria
but the perilously thin string joining the two of us!" Clair
sits(?) through the exclamation, looking incredibly at ease for
having had reality shattered around him. "Tell us, dear Brio,
what oh what have you done to bring this to pass? How did you do
it? And what great trials must we overcome to restore him from
this sorry fate???"
"...So how are you?" Clair asks, fully upside down again.
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