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 Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 6:01 pm
" You are getting very nippy about very odd things. Perhaps I should had specified that is odd for unicorn to not believe in all magics. At the least to the point of thinking them a possibility." Tink blinked slowly at him, with a calm smile, although the twitch at the end of his mouth showed he was starting to find the other annoying. " Just because you don't see it as much doesn't mean that Voodoo isn't put in practice just as much as any other magic. Unicorns here relay more on their own magic, but in other parts, different creatures may just use voodoo and nothing else, and think your magic to be hardly in use or even extinct." " Nev is short for Nevermore, a filly that came to life not very long ago." Tinker turned the doll, looking for his stuffing. " Toying with you? Why would I do that? I have better things to do, and yes, I do expect my 'twisted' logic to mollified you as it is all I ahve to offer the likes of you." He paused. " You know, you are interrupting both of our activities with this talk."
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:28 pm
"I don't think you're understanding my meaning," Truths said, trying to keep his voice steady. Deep breaths. "It's not a matter of me believing in magic. It's a matter of me not believing in the use of magic. Of any kind," he emphasized. "Just because I can use magic doesn't mean I do. I don't think anyone should waste such a resource when hard work can accomplish nearly anything that magic can. I prefer doing things with my own hooves when I can as opposed to taking shortcuts, because those shortcuts come with a price. Good, honest work is a great deal more reliable as well as respectable."
"Oh, I'm sure. Better things like making tokens of love to win over your crush, you mean?" He said crisply. "I'm only using my precious time to talk to you because I know the minute I stop, you're going to start singing that stupid song again and I still won't be able to read my book." His horn began to glow faintly. "You want something more to offer me? Give me silence. It's all I ask." He turned back to his book appearing mildly disgruntled.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:39 pm
Well, that kind of settled it, didn't it? Tink watched him for a moment, he couldn't help but feel a bit entitled to the space and the level of allowed noise as he had been there first, and being told be silent. Well....It never went well unless you were his mother. So he did the only logical thing he could think of, because of course, his logic was twisted. He walked over to the other colt and went completely limp from the head down right next to him before he started singing at the top of his lungs.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 8:04 pm
The unicorn's eyes widened as his head snapped up from his book. Really? Really?! What was this phony, a newborn? Truths had half a mind to shut the thing in the colt's face or maybe even give him a good hard whack over the head with it. But no, that would be resorting to violence and he had to be above that. He was pretty sure he was the more mature of the two, after all.
So, instead, his glowing horn levitated the doll stuffing that the green foal had been looking for earlier and stuffed it in the doll's living counterpart instead. Wasn't too hard when his mouth was open singing loud enough for all of Phonyland to hear.
"There," he muttered, turning back to his book. "And I didn't even need to use voodoo." He would have liked to avoid using magic altogether, but hey. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and that foal had practically begged him for it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 10:27 am
Tink spat out the stuffing with a cough and stuck his tongue out a bit before glaring at the unicorn. Tucking the stuffing under him, he flopped once again, resting his head on the other's back and went back to singing.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 10:52 am
He slammed the book closed.
"You aren't even that good a singer, you know that?!" Truths yelled at the audacious colt resting on him, raising his voice even more to be heard over the other. "Don't you have kin of your own to make miserable? Why don't you go home and share the pleasure of your oh so charming company with them?!"
He probably had his own room, too. Why in Phonyland would he have wanted to come out here to the public school house in the first place when he had the promise of his own secure area where he could be certain he wouldn't be disturbed? It was times like these Truths desperately wished that he, too, had a private place to call his own. If he had, he wouldn't have had to be subjected to this ear-splitting headache.
"Better yet, why not just go to this Nevermore's place and serenade her so she can find out how annoying you are and save herself the trouble of indulging your immature infatuation?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:48 am
Tink fell quiet after a moment, watching him as he rolled over to his back, still using the other as a pillow. He felt a little bad for being such a prat, almost feeling like one of the many bullies that pick on him or Nev. And this was a public space. He at least had his room if he wished to be alone, thankfully his mothers had seen it to be a good idea to give him his space away from his sisters. He didn't like this, although the other's demanding voice was graning on his mind, his mother had always told him to stay above such things and always be kind. Of course, his other mother had always told him to just get even later. He wrinkled his nose as he continue his silence, not answering the other for a very long while. Be a little kind. " Will you read out loud?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 4:52 pm
Had Truths known just whose offspring he was talking to, he might have been a little more wary. As he did not, though, he found no reason to be cautious as he turned his head to regard the dark purple-eyed colt.
"Why do you suddenly want to know what I'm reading?" he demanded a little defensively. "What business is it of yours?"
Shame Truths hadn't had any adult authority to explain to him the importance of being kind.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 10:37 am
Figures that even kindness isn't easy. Tink regarded with a measure look before he rolled back to his hooves. "Nevermind." He mumbled as he took a seat back to his little doll.
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 3:34 pm
The unicorn groaned. "They're a bunch of love stories," he said. "Twisted ones, but love stories just the same. I doubt you'd be interested."
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 4:24 pm
The green colt gave a slight shrugged. " My uncle is an actor who seems to perfer the tragic love story, or any story for that matter. I heard a great many from my mother as well, who works in a profession that gets her close to her clientele's hearts. So I wouldn't listening to anything to do with love, there is always a new element to hear in any story. Even a love story."
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 6:04 pm
"Fine," Truths sighed, eyeing the doll the other continued to work on for another phony. "This one's called 'The Tailor Shop On Enbizaka'." He told the story of a young lady who owned a tailor shop and was the talk of the town for her beauty and skills. She was upset because she suspected her husband was unfaithful despite having her for a wife, for he never came home. Nevertheless, she sharpened the scissors she inherited from her mother and continued her work.
The first day, the neighborhood was calm and the tailor saw her husband in the town square with a strange girl. The girl was unfamiliar, but the tailor noticed she had a beautiful red kimono. Unable to stand the sight of them together, the tailor returned home and sharpened her scissors, continuing her work. Her cheeks damp with tears, she decided to make a red kimono just like the one the girl had, believing that perhaps her husband would love her with it. However, he didn't come home to see her in it.
The next day, the neighborhood was uneasy, for there seemed to have been crime the previous day. Wary, the tailor went out, but saw her husband by the bridge with yet another unfamiliar girl; this one younger than the last and wearing a green sash. He seemed upset and the girl was comforting him. The tailor thought that must have been the kind of girl he liked and went home to sharpen her scissors and continue her work. With swollen red eyes, she made herself a green sash just like the girl's. Her husband still didn't come home to see it.
The third day, the neighborhood was restless, for yet another crime had occurred the previous day. The tailor saw her husband in front of the hairpin shop with an unfamiliar girl even younger than the two previous ones - far too young, the tailor thought, for him. He bought her a yellow hairpin. The tailor wondered what on earth her husband was doing and thought him to be despicable for courting a girl so young. She decided to ignore it and sharpen her scissors to continue her work.
Oddly enough, her scissors were a strange color and she wondered when they had changed. Still, she didn't let that stop her and worked harder than ever that day. At last she was finished. With a red kimono, a green sash, and a yellow hairpin, the tailor decided to go seek out her husband to show him her work, hoping she had finally become the type of girl he liked.
The following day, the neighborhood was in chaos. A man was murdered, the last death of a family of four. The tailor thought it was tragic, but she was more distraught over how her husband had acted.
When she had gone to meet him the previous night, he had said, "Hello, it's so nice to meet you." He sounded as thought he had been talking to a stranger; like he had forgotten who she was. The tailor became enraged and went home to sharpen her scissors. By then, they had become a deep blood red.
"There," Truths said when he finished the story. "Satisfied?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 11:19 am
Tink listened quietly as he stitched the doll into a regconizable form of a pony. As he put the last stitch to attach the flaming red mane, he smiled. "Ah, love, such funny business it does to one's mind." He put away his things and watched him. "I quiet done, and while I wouldn't mind hearing another story, I rather say I acted quiet...childish and would like to apology with the offer of hot chocolate at the cafe? Something to chase the chills away."
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 9:33 pm
Somewhat impressed by the form of which the doll had taken on as he had been telling the story, Truths stared at the figure a minute until he was distracted by the toy-maker's words. "...Indeed," he murmured in agreement.
As the other colt finished and put his things away, the unicorn seemed lost in thought until he realized he was being spoken to and his ears swerved to pick up the sound. The green phony's manner of speaking had changed, he noted, and he couldn't help smirking a little in amusement.
"Hmm...while I appreciate the sentiment, I'll have to decline on hot chocolate. I'm not too fond of sweet things, but if we're headed to Latte's, she should have some coffee as well. I suppose I wouldn't mind reading aloud another tale over some warm beverages," he said, rubbing his chin as he considered this. "But your sudden difference in demeanor has me suspicious. Why the change of heart?"Tristam Lockhart ((ACK, so sorry that took so long. XP Truths wasn't really sure what to say for a while, hehe.))
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 12:50 pm
Tink packed the last thin into his saddle bags before putting them on. Making a face at the mention of coffee, it was an alright drink, but it needed more cream before he could drink it with any satisfaction. Nice buzz tho. He looked towards the unicorn for a long moment before stretching out his back legs and starting to the door. " Because while you were rude, it doesn't mean I should had been so as well. It didn't help anything, did it? Being a bully to a bully just makes things worse, but be kind, and...well, look" He smiled. " We are off to have a drink and hear a few more stories, and for a moment everything is okay, and not so black and white and dark and too bright. Perhaps tomorrow we'll meet again, and you'll be rude, and I'll give in and be just as annoying, or who knows, we'll skip over it, and just be a bit kind for the sake of peace." He seemed thoughtful. " Probably not, I think we may just fight for the sake of being annoyances to each other, like in my uncle's plays, conflicts is vigorous and ever burning light that makes life exciting, but for now, stories and hot drinks."
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