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 Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 12:31 am
 A certain unicorn was practicing his magic in after school again in secret. Obviously the fact that he could do magic was no surprise, but the colt did not feel comfortable using such on a regular basis. Even though other unicorns seemed to have no problem using their given abilities whenever was convenient, Hard Truths felt a certain dislike of magic usage when tasks could be done without the need of anything special.
This didn't mean, however, that he didn't want to learn how to use his abilities. In fact, he wanted to be the best he could possibly be. As a unicorn, he wasn't about to waste the talents he was born with; he simply wanted to reserve them for times when it was absolutely necessary. To do this, though, he knew from the start that he would have to develop and practice magic the same as any other unicorn.
That was where the trouble was. Prideful as he was, the foal felt that if his classmates and peers saw him using magic - even if just for practice - they would get the wrong idea about his beliefs in its limited use. He was determined not to use his magic unless he had to, but if he was seen practicing it all the time, what would that have said about him?
So it was for this reason that Truths only practiced on certain days in especially secluded places when he was certain he was alone. Unfortunately for him, once he got caught up in his magic practice, his whole concentration and efforts were so focused on what he was doing that he wasn't too aware of much else going on around him - not even phonies that may have happened to walk in on his little secret.grasshopper pie ((As usual, let me know if there's anything I need to change!))
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 6:03 pm
Crisis was certainly at a school, but by no means was she in school. With her young senses still developing, she had a bit of an issue telling between an unborn phony and an especially new phony, or the eggs in the biology lab. She hadn't intended to go to any public buildings, but her nose had led her here once and she found the others entertaining. It as pretty interesting that nobody thought her out of place. She was free to wander the halls as she saw fit, and she could observe for the sake of her hunger. She wasn't starving, of course, nor was she a glutton, but it was always nice to have options. Besides, she needed something to do during the day.
It was entirely by chance that she happened upon a young phony practicing his magic. She paused to watch him for a moment, admiring his attractive coloration (his hair could use some work, though) and his goofy determined expression. Boy, other phonies sure were weird.
She was, after all, an entirely normal phony.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:04 pm
In a small clearing not too far into the woods, Truths took a steady stance with his hooves out, bracing himself for whatever backlash his magic might cause. There was nothing like thick, natural foliage to conceal signs of magic practice, especially if it ended in failure. After once more glancing over a book open on its spine on a rock next to him, he closed his gold eyes and tried to focus. One moment he was there; the next, he was not.
When he re-materialized out of what seemed to be thin air, the colt appeared to have successfully teleported a few feet from his original starting point as indicated by a rock that served as his marker. Unfortunately he wasn't as close to the rock that marked his intended destination as he was to an auburn-colored filly, for it was this filly that filled his vision when he chose to open his eyes. Startled, he yelped and fell back on his haunches.
That astonishment was short-lived as it quickly gave way to embarrassment and anger. "Who - ?! Where did you come from?!" he demanded, getting back up on his hooves. "What are you doing here?" Golden eyes narrowed as they looked the other foal up and down. "...How long were you watching me?"grasshopper pie ((Ack, sorry it took me so long to reply. XP Also, it seems I didn't specify in the first post where, exactly, Truths practices, so I'm sorry for that as well! Hope it's been clarified. If you had somewhere else in mind, though, just let me know and I can change things!))
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 2:14 pm
Crisis blinked curiously as the foal disappeared. She had seen unicorns cast one spell or another, even once or twice on herself. She might have been more interested if she cared about the lives of other phonies. So this one could teleport? That was... nice.
When he reappeared, she was simply staring impassively at the other babby. Oh, hello. It seemed as if you hadn't accidentally rended yourself limb from limb after de-materialization. What a shame. She was rather hungry.
"I am Crisis," was her only reply, and she took a step closer. He was no infant, but he was young...
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 9:47 pm
"Crisis," Truths repeated, taking a breath to recompose himself. "Yes, yes, that's all very fine and dandy, Crisis, but that was hardly even one of my questions. What are you doing here, for how long, and why?" Generally he liked to think he got along okay with fillies - some more than others - but something seemed a bit...off about this one. She wasn't acting like any other filly he'd met before; nor any mare, for that matter. She was looking at him, like...well, like he was insignificant. Or being critical of him, at the very least. Why was she staring at him like that?!
...And just what kind of name was 'Crisis' anyway? "I'm Hard Truths," he offered, holding his ground and wondering if she would back off once she got an idea of the scene she had walked in on. "I'm trying to practice something in - in private, you see. I didn't come all the way out here to have an audience, so why don't you turn around and go on your merry way, hm? Just pretend you never saw me. There's nothing for you here." Was it just his occasional nervousness around girls that had his hackles raised, or was there perhaps something more he was feeling to feed his unease...? It was difficult to tell.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 8:56 am
Crisis took another few steps, this time starting to round the other foal. She stopped just short of his ribs and tilted her head at him again. Would anyone come looking if he went missing? What would happen if they found him dead in the wood? Would anyone come looking for her? She licked her lips and pondered this a moment.
"Hard Truths..." she parroted, and finally turned away from the other babby to look around them. This really wasn't an ideal location.
"I wander where I want, when I want." Those other poor foals and their parents, always keeping them tied down to one location, to strict schedules and meal plans. Crisis has been blessed to be parent-free... or was it more of a curse? She wouldn't admit that she had simply been curious. It was much less threatening if she admitted that her intents were initially innocent.
"I don't have any magic."
That is, nothing that didn't involve physical dismemberment.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 3:08 pm
Truths' brows knitted in disconcetation as the filly began to circle him but continued to stand his ground. What was she doing? And...did she just lick her lips? Forget the stare of condescension; was this a stare of hunger? The stare of a predator? What if there was some strange magic at work disguising an evil creature as a phony? A dragon, perhaps, or a changeling? Granted, he'd only heard about such beings in stories, but one never knew...
Her repetition of his name caused a shiver to run down his spine. Nope, definitely not the pleasant kind. "I...see," he murmured in response to both her wandering whims and denial of possessing any magic. That only gave him reason to doubt her more. Why would she feel the need to deny knowing magic? "How fine and dandy for you. I'm not sure what that has to do with me."
Had she known he was practicing magic, then? He was sure he hadn't mentioned it, so she must have seen him perform it after all. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Don't you have anything better to do than pester other phonies minding their own business?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 5:58 pm
Were Crisis a phony of any less self-control, she might have taken a taste. Of course, exposing herself to someone not sleeping held inherent risks. It wouldn't do to have someone running back to town, weeping about a flying head and gore. Of course, it wasn't likely that anyone would believe them, but it still wasn't something she wanted to happen.
The unusual filly's eyes wandered up toward the treeline, and then back down to the subject of her interest.
"No, not really," she admitted with a little shrug, "Not until sundown, anyway. You can teleport. Very useful." It seemed that a single subject would not last long in this conversation.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 2:38 pm
"And what happens at sundown?" he demanded, briefly following her gaze before hastily returning his own to Crisis. Now he really wasn't comfortable with taking his eyes off of her. Something was very odd here, and despite his pride, he wasn't sure he wanted to find out what it was while it was just the two of them alone at the edge of the forest.
"Yes, I can teleport. Whoop-de-doo. I can also do a whole bunch of other things I've been practicing, but I prefer not to use my magic when I can. Hard work is much more respectable and magic always comes with a price. It's not really worth using unless the situation is dire or the need is great."
He flicked his tail and his ears perked. "Are you...waiting for something, Crisis? Because that's certainly what it seems like." The colt scowled. "Honestly, your seeming lack of significant conversation, cryptic words, and mysterious, secretive demeanor are seriously starting to irritate me."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 5:30 pm
Crisis simply smiled in response to the foal's question. She really couldn't tell him, could she? She couldn't resist disrupting his sleep with her silence, either. He was a bit too old for her, but he didn't know that.
"Avoiding using your magic? Using magic is hard work, don't you think? It's a natural ability. A stallion who decides to not use his given strengths is useless in the real world. You were born with a gift. You should learn to use it."
Ah, she would have liked some magic herself. Hunting would be so much simpler, and cleaning up afterward, too! She hardly considered herself magical.
"I find that you irritate me as well, little one."
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 12:04 am
Truths raised a brow. Finally, she was starting to get somewhere with her talk, but the topic and manner with which she spoke didn't seem to suit foals of their age. He was somewhat pleased to have encountered such a mature individual, but that nagging feeling at the back of his mind that something was wrong just wouldn't go away.
"An interesting concept," he acknowledged. "Especially coming from someone who claims not to have any. I would have thought most Earth phonies might be envious or consider unicorns lazy for so easily doing things that they themselves might take great pains to do. Then again…could it be that you're irritated with me for not using this natural ability when I have it and you don't? Something like I have a duty to do what others cannot because I have the means?"
Pondering this, he frowned thoughtfully at her. "I am learning how to use it. That's what that teleportation was. I don't like to make it blatantly obvious to others, which is why I come out here on my own, but I plan to get as strong as I possibly can. I just don't want to use magic so frequently that I take it for granted. Think about it this way – I do what I can without magic out of respect for Earth ponies like yourself. Natural talent can take you far, but with hard work, you can get anywhere and do anything."
"So, Crisis," he spoke up again. "I'm still not sure what you're doing here or why you're waiting for sundown. That almost sounds like some silly legend in the sorts of books Pancake reads. And what in Phonyland gives you the right to call me 'little one'?! I'm the same age as you and I already told you my name. The least you could do is…" His brows furrowing, Hard Truths leaned a little closer toward the filly having noticed something odd about her neck. "…Is that a cut on your throat?" A perfect, circular cut that was very thin with no scar that went all the way around her neck…?grasshopper pie ((Jeez, sorry that took so long. sweatdrop Real life kind of ate me.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 10:59 am
Crisis smiled slowly. She didn't like this little one. Perhaps she'd seek out his loved-ones, or make an exception. The blood of infants wasn't particularly different than any other, was it? Perhaps it was time for a test. Earth ponies like herself? Hah!
"Yes," she responded coolly and then tilted her head slightly. "Tell me, can you fly?" He was no pegasus, after all, but all of that work flapping their wings? What a waste of energy!
Kitomyx I don't know if you want to continue this, since they've both grown? xD;
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:28 am
"No..." he answered suspiciously. He might have asked why that was any of her business, but since she had actually answered one of his questions for once, he didn't mind as much. He was far too preoccupied trying to determine why there was a cut all the way around her neck anyway.
"What does that have to do with anything? More importantly, what happened to your neck?!"grasshopper pie ((^_^; Hehe, well I usually like to finish what I start when I can, but if you want, we can drop it.))
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