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 Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 12:25 am
 What a strange thing to say! You hear that? ...No apples... It made Mephe's head turn, as if he were suddenly very much interested in what Spiral was saying.
Did that mean.... Pinky liked apples, too? Would it be, hm, disappointing for him not to have any? Or was it just a general warning not to touch the deliciousness because Mephe had already called dibs?
Hmm...
Though his head was still sore as he moved it, Mephe pushed through the pain to cast a glance towards Walks. And the glare he received in return? Incited a sharp, abrupt cackle out of the small red pony.
Would this perhaps give Mephe a +1 again? It certainly felt like it. And so he purposely kept close to Spiral's flank, keeping an eye on the other male, as he approached the closest apple tree.
"They look so good," he said, still with laughter in his voice, speaking to Spiral. "Don't they? Fresh, ripe apples.. and all of them are mine for the picking."
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 1:03 am
  With a more then irritated snort Spiral stomps her hoof. "Now that is a bit too far. I've no issue with you claiming fruit. But teasing is rather childish." Spiral bites back the rest of her reply, something about acting ones age and not his size.
Before she can say something else insulting Spiral turns toward the lime trees. She wonders how much of her outburst is due to Mephe's attitude, and how much to her empty belly pinching her nerves. Or maybe she's simply making excuses to blind herself to the bad in this pony.
That last thought is out of her head nearly as fast as it pops in. She hates acknowledging the bad in others. She's always felt that it makes their bad traits that much worse. She's always been of the opinion that if you ignore unwanted behavior it will stop. And so far it's worked pretty well, though Spiral had never met anyone like this small stallion.Walks, by this point, has realized that Mephe is deliberately baiting them. Trying to get one or both of them to blow up. Or, at the very least, irritate them enough that they'll leave.
Having discovered the game, Walks decides to play along. His own way. Namely, pretend it doesn't bother him. Which means pretending he doesn't like apples. "It's alright, Spiral. Mephe can have them. There's lots of other fruits.. better fruits around." Even to his own ears it's not entirely convincing.
So it does bug him, it'd bother anyone. But, Walks tells himself, he will not give the other stallion what he wants. Namely to see that he has bothered them. At least, Walks will try not to raise to Mephe's baiting.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 1:41 pm
Was it childish? Exceedingly. Mephe's impish amusement proved as such. Because while he was delighted by Walks' annoyance, Spiral's scolding made him give a snort of his own. Not in irritation, but in an attempt to keep from cackling once more.
These two were easy, weren't they? Easy to annoy suddenly made it a game to Mephe. Certainly, Walks and Spiral together or separate would have made fantastic friends. They were friendly, not at all quiet, seemingly out-going, and generally pleasant to be around. Fabulous friends, indeed. But all those things... were things Mephe usually hated. Such a pity, too. There was potential here! But "Mephe" and "making friends" didn't fit together in any scenario, no matter how nice it could be.
"Who said it was teasing?" he asked of Spiral, rather curiously. Two steps forward further were taken, to where he could nudge up against the apple tree's trunk. "I was just stating fact, after all." With his side, he pushed on the tree just enough for the boughs to shake. Sending a shower of ripe 'n' heavy apples to fall in a pile around him.
Except...
Two or three, that had been hovering in the branches right above him, fell straight down. And unluckily for Mephe, they were exceptionally large. One apple smacked onto his rump, which caused a surprised whinny to erupt out of his mouth. When his head turned, to see if perhaps Walks had whacked him, the final two dropped from the trees to thwump him right on the top of his head. In the exact place he'd head-butted his previous tree, causing a pained moan to replace his whinnying.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 1:54 pm
 Above all the ruckus created by the vertically challenged stallion, peals of enthusiastic laughter came streaming down, followed shortly by a pony. Her hooves sparked brightly as she landed, and her fur, which resembled whorls of cloud, stood on end with static. She smelled of ozone and rain.
"Let me guess...you meant to do that, right?" She chuckled, not entirely unkindly, before gently nudging a fallen apple towards him with her hoof. "My name's Stratamet. I'm not from around here, as you may have guessed."
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 4:11 pm
Spiral is about to reply, when two things happen. First, several apples fall on Mephe. Then, before she can do or say anything, a new pony appears.
First things first, she tells herself while walking back to Mephe. "You alright? Nothing broken or bleeding?" she asks, not caring how stupid he may find the first question. It was a bit of a silly thing to ask, but there's degrees of alright. A bump on the head, for example, is better then a broken limb.Walks doesn't even pretend to feel sorry for Mephe. He simply smirks and does his best to hide a chuckle. Then, on impulse, Walks snatches up an apple. Not in plain view, but also not caring if the small male sees him.
He walks off while chewing on it. Having had quite enough of the horned pony's antics. Finding a pare tree, Walks starts plucking them from lower branches. Though, he doles still keep an eye on the group.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:19 am
"I'm fine," Mephe replied gruffly, through tightly clenched teeth. He wasn't really fine, was in quite a lot of pain in actuality, but letting on that he was would have been even worse than suffering in silence. His head throbbed on that now sensitive spot right between his ears, three times as sore as it had been before.
It left him feeling dizzy and crosseyed, but he kept his eyes focused forward. Playing tough, so he didn't have to put up with being coddled by the green pony (or having to hear her pink friend make fun of him!). Even the newest arrival that dropped in on them, who offered a snotty remark about his injury, didn't matter to Mephe. Her name, he didn't care about, and her statements he simply ignored.
He was hungry for an apple, no matter how much he was annoyed by them by now, but he was also hurt. And hurt made Mephe's short fuse clip even shorter, so it ran in centimeters rather than inches. It fizzled, his fuse, as the fire (the bird and it's pecking) had ignited it. His fuse turned quickly to half-burnt ash as each apple thwapped him. But the final straw...
...the only catalyst he needed to explode...
...was the fact that when he turned his head to pretend everything was okay and bite into an apple, he saw Pinky munching away on one.
"You..." Suddenly, Mephe didn't care so much if he wasn't eating. The other male chomping away, however.... "I thought I said that these were mine." Not a question, but spoken as if it were fact instead! One leg raised, aimed, and fired -- kicking a fallen apple (perhaps the one that hit him in the head in the first place!) in Walks' direction as he stepped away.
"YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO DO THAT!" And another kick sent a second fruit flying!
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 6:02 am
Stratamet brushed past him, purposefully giving him a shock, and wheeled around in front of him, putting herself solidly between the red and pink ponies. Her fur crackled with static as she narrowed her eyes at him dangerously. She stomped forcefully on the next apple he was about to hurl.
"That's not very nice," she said in a low icy voice. "Someone, it seems, woke up on the wrong side of the stall this morning. Why don't you take a deep breath and calm down before you make yourself look particularly stupid?"
It was an order, not a suggestion. Stratamet didn't think the small aggressive one would take it well, but there would be no bullying while she was around. She glared at him coolly, hoping he'd make the smart choice. It was then she noticed a lump forming between his eyes. An expression of concern flitted across her features briefly before returning to icy disdain.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 9:58 pm
Walks, who was paying no attention, got the first apple square in his ankle. He spun around wincing at the sting of it and was about to give the red pony an earful. The newcomer put a stop to all that, though, by putting herself between the two.
A good thing since he didn't want to make a fool of himself should it escalate into a fight. Or just as bad, actually land a kick and hurt the small pony. Not that that thought came to him until after this new pony intervened.Spiral just sighs and shakes her head at Walks. "Yours only because we allowed it." she states, turning to Mephe. "After all, that tree is planted on the edge of our pasture." She nods to the break in the fence, put there just for the trees that grown on two pieces of property. "So really, we could have denied you the fruit to begin with."
Spiral turns to Stratamet, giving a slight smile. "Thank you. I'm Spiral." The fact that she doesn't introduce Walks lets him know she's rather annoyed with him too.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 1:31 pm
An order? Really? This new electrified pony thought she could order Mephe around? He snorted at her pointedly, lowering his head and batting at the ground with his front hoof more like a bull than a short stallion.
The lump forming on the top of his head pounded, in a rhythm along with his heart beating. And each pulse made it hurt that much more. It would have been smart for Mephe to take his leave and lick his wounds alone, where he wouldn't have to worry about condescending orders or snide remarks from the peanut gallery (aka Pinky!), but along with being overly angry 99% of the time... Mephe was also stubborn. Bull-headed and irritated, what an awesome combination!
"I don't care where it is planted," he hissed through his teeth at Spiral. "I also don't think I was speaking to you, either."
"....And you aren't my boss," he then said, lowly, to the blue female. "The only stupid one is you, for putting yourself in the middle."
And to prove his point, Mephe actually growled. Part in pain, part in anger, part ... just because. For once he was finished speaking, he took a step backwards towards the pile of fallen apples and commenced kicking them once more. Except this time, they were aimed at the female directly in front of him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 2:02 pm
She rolled her eyes and sidestepped the fruity projectiles.
"Why can't they ever choose the smart way...?"
She glared and then darted forward suddenly, slamming her forehead into his lump. While Mr. Small Pony Syndrome was dazed, she decided pain wasn't quite enough, and knocked him with both rear hooves into the brush. She then whipped him in the face with her tail, jolting him with static for a humiliating finish, before calmly walking up to Spiral and Walks as if nothing had happened and the tiny inconsequential ball of rage didn't exist.
"Would you mind terribly if I had an apple from your tree?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 9:26 am
Spiral wonders if, maybe, the stormy pony's actions aren't a bit too harsh. Though, to be fair, Mephe did bring her reaction on himself. "No.. help yourself." She says, rather distractedly, eyes on the bush Mephe fell into."Save some for me!" Walks practically bellows, trotting over to the tree. "Thank you. I'm Walks." He introduces himself, then promptly scoops up an apple.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 12:51 pm
Too harsh? Let's see...
Mephe kicked apples (none of which seemed to hit her and she was right in front of him.... really?).
Stratamet kicked Mephe's face in, leaving the smaller pony no option to defend himself.
"Too harsh" was fitting, but not quite the words Mephe was calling the 'invincible' pony inside his head.
None of those words came out of his mouth, though. He was too busy bleeding and moaning in pain, with fallen branches poking into his pelt as he laid there in the on the ground. The small red stallion felt as if he'd been rolled over by a boulder!
Sure, he was annoying. And overly angry. And a bit too quick to react. But if all the trouble he was causing was to kick some apples around and try to irritate the other pink male, did he deserve being trampled on and electrocuted by a much bigger female?
As soon as he could move, after the stars receded behind his eyelids, Mephe attempted to push himself up. It took a few tries and a pathetic whinny resounded as he came to stand, dizzy from the shock and legitimately frightened at the feel of blood dripping down his muzzle. But once he was up, he didn't waste a second to look himself over and moved as fast as he could, edging unsteadily through the brush until he could finally collapse in his own pasture.
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