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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 6:59 am
Quote: Air stepped lightly into the clearing and blinked upon seeing the bright sunlit yearling. Quote:
Air eyed him warily. "I was looking for some one bright to play with, but I should had specified I didn't mean in coloring," she informed him.Quote:
Sola shrugged, getting up. "I'd call you an airhead, but that one's kinda obvious, isn't it."Quote:
"Especially given that my name is Air, yes. If you're going to insult me, be original. Then again, that might be too much to expect from a yearling."Quote:
Sola snorted, his eyes twinkling. "Darling, you look like you've got quite the headache building, and that leaves me with a choice to make."Quote: "A choice?" she asked with a snort. Quote:
"Weather, pun intended, to leave you to it and continue my nap, or if I should make your headache worse."Quote:
"You, a stripling, make my head hurt worse? I'd like to see you try."Quote:
Sola grinned again. "If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, how many pickled peppers did Peter Parker pick?"Quote:
Air sighed. "And here I thought this might actually be amusing. Everyone knows that if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers then it is a peck of pickled peppers that Peter Piper picked."Quote:
"Maybe so," Sola said, shrugging as he lay down again. "But I did not ask how many pickled peppers Peter Piper picked."Quote: Quote:
"I asked, and listen carefully now, if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did Peter Parker pick?"Quote:
"you little rat!" Air cried, more amused then annoyed. "Fine, how many pecks of pickled peppers did Peter Parker pick?"Quote:
"Everyone knows Peter Parker picks a peck on Mary Jane," Sola responded triumphantly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 7:06 am
Quote: Air raised both brows then sat on the forest floor. "Well fine then, if you're so smart, think you can take on one of mine?" Quote: "I think I can make your head hurt before you make mine. Go for it," the yearling challenged. Quote:
"Fine, and listen carefully, don't say I didn't warn you if you don't. Ready? Okay, you are a bus driver."Quote:
"Question," Sola interrupted.Quote: "No, I didn't get to the question yet," she replied. Quote: "I know, I have a question." Quote:
"Yes, fine, maybe you do," Air said, "but this is my turn."Quote:
"What?" Air asked, stunned.Quote:
"You said 'you are a bus driver' what's a bus?" Sola asked, grinning impishly.Quote:
"Yearlings! A bus it's a means of conveyance that... fine. You are a magic carpet driver, is that better?"Quote:
"Yes princess," Sola said. Quote:
"Fine, as I was saying, you are a Magic carpter driver."Quote:
"Question," Sola interrupted.Quote: "What, again?" Air asked, getting annoyed.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 7:19 am
Quote: "Yeah," Sola said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Quote: "Fine, what is it?" Air asked, eyes half closed.
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"What?" she asked, staring at him.Quote:
"You said I was a bus driver, then a magic carpet driver, whats a driver? Some how I don't think we're talking golf...."Quote:
She groaned a bit. "You tell the bus... the magic carpet where to go. Okay?"Quote:
"Cool, I wouldn't mind that power. Okay, go."Quote:
"Make like a magic carpet. Kidding. Finish what you were saying."Quote:
She took a deep breath in and snorted it out. "You are steering a magic carpet. You stop at Dream Valley and," she started, only to be interrupted. Quote:
"Why do I stop in Dream Valley?" he asked.Quote:
"Because you stop to pick up and drop off ponies," she said.Quote:
"Why?" he asked, a little too innocently.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 7:20 am
Quote: "Because that's how this brain teaser goes alright?! Grass as sky you are giving me such a headache!" she grumbled. Quote:
"I win!" Sola cheered, getting up for a victory dance.Quote:
"What?" she asked, opening her eyes to look at him. Quote:
"You said I couldn't make your headache worse," he reminded her.Quote:
"So I did," she conceded. "If I admit defeat, will you stop interrupting just to hurt my head so we can see how badly I can mess with yours?" she asked.Quote:
"Deal," he agreed, settling back down.Quote:
"Fine, so you stop in dream valley and three ponies get on." she eyed him to see if he as going to interrupt.Quote:
Sola saw her watching him and grinned. He reached up and drew a halo over his head in the air with a hoof. He could tell she was unconvinced.Quote:
"Anyway, so three ponies get on at Dream Valley. At nightmare Valley, two of them get off, but four more ponies get on." She eyed him again.Quote:
Sola grinned and mimed pulling a zipper across his lips. Quote: "Your next stop is Flutter Valley, and while two ponies get off, seven more get on." Quote:
"If I'm in flutter Valley, why do they need a carpet? Can't they all just fly?" he finally asked, the temptation becoming too great.Quote:
She glared at him and groaned. "Please. Just let me get through this."Quote:
"Your wish is my command if I feel like it," he replied with a grin. "Go ahead."Quote:
"Right, then you stop by... oh forget rainbow reef! You'll ask me how Seaponies can get onto a carpet in the first place!" she said, frustrated.Quote:
"Nah, I know the answer to that one," he said.Quote: "You do?" she asked, skeptically. Quote:
"What? You've never heard of flying fish?" Her scream was music to his ears.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 8:15 am
Quote: "Fine!" she said finally, almost frothing at the lips in frustration. "You then get back to Dream Valley and all the ponies get off." Quote:
"Including me?" he asked.Quote:
"No! Everyone except you! They all get off and," she said, only to be interrupted.Quote:
"So I'm all alone?" he asked, wide eyed.Quote:
"Oh god, I feel like I'm trapped in a poorly written Monty Python parody..." she muttered, then shook her head. "The question is, what color is the bus driver's eyes?" she asked. She beamed triumphantly. He had stopped her so many times, she was sure he had plum lost the beginning by now.Quote:
"I mean," he continued, "I'm on a magic carpet, you still haven't told me what a bus is," he said.Quote:
Air got up and seriously considered slamming her head into a tree several times. However, as she was a unicorn, she figured that would probably do more harm to the tree then she would like.Quote:
Sola got up. "I made your head hurt worse?" He asked. Quote:
Air nodded a bit. "And when the pounding throbbing headache subsides, I'll appreciate it more.Quote:
"Appreciate it?" Sola asked. "You... like headaches?"Quote:
"Love them, they're my favorite trait in other ponies."Quote:
"You like giving them too, then?" Sola asked.Quote:
"Tis better to give then receive," she agreed. Quote: "Wow," Sola said, awed. He had never met some one who agreed with him before. Quote:
"The headache is an art form," Air explained. "A dying art."
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 8:45 am
Quote: "Sure seems that way some days," Air said with a sigh. Quote:
"So... let's bring it back."Quote:
"It won't make us popular," she pointed out. Quote:
Sola shrugged. "You gonna hate me for it?" he asked her.Quote:
"That would be hypocritical," she said. "No. I won't hate you for it."Quote:
"And I wont hate you. So we're fine."Quote:
"Yeah, we don't need to be popular. So long as we each have one friend in the world, what more do we need. I'll have you, you'll have me, and who cares what the rest of the world thinks."Quote:
Air blinked. "You.. don't even know me yet... You might hate me for other reasons, I might hate you for other reasons," she pointed out.Quote:
He shrugged. "Maybe, but between then and now, I bet we can make a whole lot of ponies groan."Quote:
"And hold their heads?" she asked.Quote:
"As they run away," he agreed.Quote: She smiled. "There is nothing like that look on their face when their brain breaks." Quote:
"Sure there is, the sound of their screams," sola said.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 1:24 pm
Quote: "If we're going to do this, however..." he began. Quote: "we have to do it right." Quote: "Okay, I'm with you, but how?" she asked. Quote: "We need to practice. get the best of the worst and the worst of the best material together." Quote: "Quality, or lack there of, over quantity? Why?" she asked, curious, her headache fading a bit as she focused on this. An hour ago she would have scoffed at the idea of a yearling teaching her anything about anything, let alone about her favorite subject, but this kid was pretty advanced. And when knew, he was kinda cute, maybe once he grew into the devious little mind and those dimples, maybe, just maybe, there might be something there. Quote: "How many opportunities are you given to make some ones' head hurt?" Quote: "Every time I meet some one," she said, wondering what he was getting at. Quote: He nodded. "And how many of them stick around through the preshow to let you get to your A game and grand finale?" he asked. Quote: She winced. "You may have a point there..." Quote: "Not as nice a one as yours," he said, with a nod. Quote: "Huh? What point? What did I say?" Quote: "I would say it's the one usually covered by your hat, but I've yet to see a cap made to cover that," he said blandly. Quote: "What?" she asked, then comprehension dawned on her. she groaned, the headache threatening to return. "Hey kid?" she asked. Quote: "What's your name?" she asked front.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 1:32 pm
Quote: "Looking to see if there is as much material as there is in Air?" he asked with a grin. Quote: "No, well, yes, once I know your name I will pick it apart for pun-tential and groaners. But that's not why I'm asking." Quote: "Then why?" he asked, curious. He had actually been wondering how long she'd be content to call him yearling and stripling. Quote: "Just think I should know the name of my future mate." Quote: "Your... what?" he squeaked. Quote: She grinned. Finally she had thrown him. She loved that panicked look in his eyes. It was the nector of the gods. The next best thing to groan. Yearling males were all the same. Even him, apparently. "Mate. M-A-T-E. M for Me, A for Aint getting out of it, T for Teen but you'll grow and E for EVER. Mate. My Mate." Quote: "You," she said, enjoying herself a great deal. Quote: "I'm just a foal," he said, his voice still squeaking marvelously. Quote: "your a yearling, and as I said, that wont be forever. You're going to be quite the catch as an adult. Think of this as calling dibs." Quote: "Would you prefer fat frog?" she asked, mentioning an old ice cream treat, way before dibs. Quote: "Ribbit" he squeaked. "I mean... why me?" Quote: "Like I said, you have the potential to be devastatingly handsome, but even if you're just devastating, your brain is worth it. To think me, lectured on headaches. You're not getting away." Quote: She grinned. "Not. Ever."
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:12 am
Quote: "Even if I want to?" he asked. Quote: "Especially not if you want to," she replied. Quote: "Mates?" he squeaked again. Quote: "Yep, just as soon as you grow." Quote: "You know, for some one so smart, you're awfully slow. Yes. me and you." Quote: "You... and me...." he repeated. Quote: "that's what I just said!" she snapped, irritated. Quote: She fought the urge to scream.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:16 am
Quote: He waited a moment to see if she'd say anything, when she didn't, he spoke again. "Just us?" Quote: "What?" she asked, nearly shrieking. Quote: "The mate thing, just us?" Quote: "Who else do you want?" she asked, frustrated. Quote: He blinked. "Who else do I want?" he asked. "I get a say?" Quote: "Yes!" she screamed, then blinked, seeing the trap. "Wait, no. No, you don't get a say, we're mates, just you and I." Quote: "Then why'd you ask?" he inquired. Quote: She twitched. "Forget that I asked." Quote: "the mate thing?" he asked, going back to where he had been before her question. "Just us?" Log 10, Breeding 1
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:25 am
Quote: "Yeah," he answered, "but that was after the question you asked." Quote: "What question?" she asked. Quote: "Oh good job, I bow to the master," he said, not moving at all, other then to grin more widely. Quote: "You did a goodjob," he replied. "Congratulations." Quote: "A good job at what?" she asked, her head spinning. Quote: "at forgetting," he replied. Quote: "Forgetting what?!" she asked, almost wishing she could forget meeting him. Almost, but not quite. Frustrating as this was it was almost fun. Almost. Quote: He gave a heavy dramatic sigh. "You told me to forget that you had asked who else I wanted. So I thought you wanted me to forget everything between it and when you told me to forget as well." He grinned impishly at her. "So, mates, just us?" Quote: The little slime... he was doing intentionally. Blast him! That wasn't fair! How dare he make her so interested when he was just a teen! She stepped into the trap, because she wasn't sure exactly what it was. "Yes," she said through her teeth. Even though she was beginning to get a little less frustrated, she gave him the reaction he wanted, it would encourage him to keep it up. She could only imagine the verbal carnage when he was released on the unsuspecting world. Quote: He blinked, the grin gone. He was now the picture of wide eyed innocence. "There are no other mates anywhere?" he asked in a reverent whisper, a soft awed tone. Quote: She screamed before she could even think to stop herself. She had played into his hooves. Again. She had to aim him down range and fast. She loved headaches, but in some one else for crying out loud. Quote: "Isn't that a great sound?" he asked, rolling in the grass as he laughed. Quote: "Not really," she told him, poking her hoof into his side. "Did you forget what we were doing?" Quote: "Of course not!" he exclaimed, indignant. "What were we doing?" Quote: "Preparing to launch a headache attack on other ponies!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:33 am
Quote: "Oh that. We were, then you brought up that mate joke. So I figured we were at each other again." Quote: "It wasn't a joke," she said flatly. "When you become an adult, your starry hide is mine." Quote: "You were serious?" he asked, stunned. Quote: "You bet your button eyes I am!" Quote: He leaned back, thinking about that. "Ignoring the seven million bad Coraline references... Me. And you?" Quote: "we are NOT going through that again," she told him warningly. Quote: He shook his head. "I know I'm serious this time. You do realize how insane that is, don't you?" Quote: "What?" she huffed. "Am I not good enough for you?" she asked, ready to run him through if he answered wrong. There was more then one way to hurt a pony's head, after all. Quote: "Uh, no. I meant you could have your pick of any male pony, and I'd bet quite a few female ones. Why me?" Quote: She smiled, less likely to skewer him now. "You think I could?" Quote: "You're pretty, you're smart, and you can take a joke at your own expense. And you're pretty." Quote: She flushed lightly. "Why thank you. Well, no one's ever been as proficient with a headache as you are. And besides, you're pretty, well, pretty, yourself." Quote: He looked between them and then caught her eye again. "We'd have babies, wouldn't we?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye. Quote: "Oh, I imagine so. They'd look like the sky, I'd bet," she said with a chuckle. Quote: "Even better," he said standing to stretch. Quote: "Much better. Something more important then appearances." Quote: "Oh?" she asked, her interest perked.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:48 am
Quote: "If you and I have babies, who would raise them?" he asked. Quote: "We would. You want to be a father then?" Quote: He grinned wider. "No one to tell them it's bad to cause headaches..." Quote: Her eyes flew as open as they could get as she caught his point. "We could teach them the art..." she whispered, awed at the prospect. Quote: He nodded. "And send them out..." he added. Quote: "Into the unsuspecting world," she finished. Quote: He nodded. "It will be brilliant." Quote: "Skies, it could be!" she said, amazed. Quote: He nodded. "A whole army of walking headaches." Quote: "I love it!" she said, eyes wide. "And I love you! so hurry up and grow already so that's not creepy!" Quote: He laughed a bit. "Doing the best I can, I swear. And in the meantime..." Quote: "Not until we're mates and you're an adult," she admonished sharply. Quote: He blinked innocently at her. "We can't practice?" he asked, looking angelic. Quote: He can turn it on like a switch, she thought to herself. Little brat. He was great! "No!" she told him sharply. She might have gone and fallen in love with him already, against her better judgment, but there were still some lines she WOULD NOT cross. Quote: "I thought you wanted to," he insisted. Quote: "that's not the point. It is not appropriate. We can wait," she said firmly. Quote: "Not... appropriate.... to practice?" he asked. Quote: "That's right," she interrupted.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:55 am
Quote: "The art of the headache," he continued as though he hadn't been interrupted. Quote: "Wait, what?" she asked, a little too aware of just how often she'd been saying that lately. Quote: "Why do we have to wait to practice giving people headaches?" he asked. Quote: "That's...what you were talking about...?" she asked, weakly. Quote: "Yeah, huh," he said, sounding even more kid like then usual. "Why?" he asked innocently. "What did you think I meant?" Quote: She narrowed her eyes, flushing darkly. "Never mind. Let's do it." Quote: "Let's do it?" he repeated. Quote: She flushed more darkly when she realized what she had said. "That's not what I meant!" Quote: "What's not what you meant?" came the baffled sounding reply. Quote: "You're doing this intentionally, aren't you?" she asked. He's have to be. all the same, she was ready for his inevitable question. He was going to ask 'doing what'. She couldn't seem to dig herself out of this hole. She needed to not be pointing down anymore. Quote: He nodded with a grin. "Oh totally. "Shall we practice?" he asked with a grin. Quote: She twitched. "Practice the art of the headache," she confirmed. Quote: "Of course, unless you wanted to..." Quote: She flushed darkly again. "you're horrible!" she said. Quote: "I aim to please," he said conversationally. Quote: "you missed," she informed him.
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