PiE #6

PiE #6: Now With More Filling  DakanSun Oct 21 09:24:53 2012No.5192541 [Reply] [Original]

Quoted by: >>5197229

 

 

1. Take Ponies

2. Place them on Earth

3. ???

4. Profit

 

Old thread: >>4824186

 

Ponyville Apartements

http://pastebin.com/u/ChocolateChipPancake

 

TRC/Lyra's Magic/Slendermane

http://pastebin.com/u/Fourdak

 

Octavia's Song

http://pastebin.com/u/CriticalAssdamage

 

Screwball Story

http://pastebin.com/K2n98cy6

 

Tales of First Contact

http://pastebin.com/u/One-Of-Three-Names

 

Pillow Case: She likes Cloth

http://pastebin.com/HtNbiz2s

 

First thread:

http://pastebin.com/v4JgQzCv

 

 

 

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LeStrangeSun Oct 21 09:41:33 2012No.5192893

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New thread bump.

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousSun Oct 21 09:46:12 2012No.5193007

 

 

 Tripfags in Earth

 

 

 

 

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Octavia's Song - Sarabande  CriticalAssdamageSun Oct 21 09:57:32 2012No.5193246

 

Quoted by: >>5193291

 

 

 "Is that all I am to you? Cheap labor?" you say as you set down a heavy amp alongside the turntable.

>The white unicorn at the base of the stage looks up at you and smiles.

"Oh, do you want there to be something more between us?. I admit, it'd be fun for a while, but once Tavi found us out, things would go downhill fast. I'm sure you've noticed by now, but she gets kinda possessive over her things."

"Well, you sure took that in the opposite direction!"

>You have to almost yell to Vinyl as you plug in all the proper wires.

"Are you saying I'm hers now?"

 

>Several weeks have passed since you first met Octavia. It's well on into the latter part of fall now.

>It didn't take long for her to introduce you to her friends from home.

>Or, as Rich put it, "present you for their approval".

>Lyra strikes you as... enthusiastic. Her exuberance probably leads to more trouble than it's worth, though. You haven't spent much time with her, though.

>Vinyl, on the other hand, seems like you've known her for years. For such a well-known DJ and radio host, she's surprisingly humble, just like Octavia.

 

>You quickly became friends with her, as well, and it wasn't long before she had you suckered into helping her around the club.

>It's mostly just handyman work and odd jobs she just can't do, but you've picked up a lot of info on audio equipment and the like from all the time you've spent helping her.

>If you didn't enjoy hanging out with Vinyl so much, you'd say you picked up a second job.

>Instead, it almost feels like a second home. Plus, she pays in cash under the table.

 

 

 

 

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Octavia's Song - Sarabande  CriticalAssdamageSun Oct 21 09:59:33 2012No.5193291

 

Quoted by: >>5193319

 

 

 >>5193246

"Are you saying you're not?"

>You almost headbutt her as you look up. She's leaning over the amp looking at you.

>At least, you think she's looking at you. It's hard to tell with those glasses on.

"I'm saying that's not my decision to make. Yours either, for that matter."

"Ooooh, nice dodge." The acoustics easily carry Vinyl's laugh throughout the empty club.

"Me? You're the one dodging the issue here. what happened to that minotaur guy you had bouncing the door? Why can't he do your set-ups?

"Because he got deported last week. Between trying to find a new bouncer and all the stuff at the station, I kinda forgot to look at the schedule here."

>At least she does sound genuinely apologetic before she adjusts her glasses and sticks her tongue out at you.

"Besides, you're the only one I trust to handle my personal equipment anyways."

 

"I'm honored, really." You roll your eyes at her terrible innuendo. "Now check it out and make sure I hooked it up right."

>Vinyl takes her place behind her turntables and her horn begins to glow faintly as the switches and sliders move at her guidance.

>Even with only one amp hooked up, you can feel the bass thrumming through the floor and in your chest.

"Perfect! If you could do the other five just like that, I'll get the rest of the guys to finish up this afternoon."

>A little over an hour later, and everything is ready.

 

 

 

 

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Octavia's Song - Sarabande  CriticalAssdamageSun Oct 21 10:00:52 2012No.5193319

 

Quoted by: >>5193347

 

 

 >>5193291

"I can't thank you enough for this, seriously. Are you coming to the show tonight?"

>You glance down at your phone to check the time.

>Sunday morning breakfast with Octavia had become a bit of a tradition, though today's had been pushed back to a late lunch as she had wanted a bit of extra practice with Lyra.

>You had both agreed, at Octavia's insistence, to set aside time to see each other at least once a week, and that was a perfect fit.

"I should be able to, yeah. Rich is still buried under a mountain of litigation, so unless Octavia wants to do something, I'll be here."

 

>Before you can turn to leave, Vinyl stops you.

"Hey, just level with me for a second before you go. Just between you and me, are you sure there's nothing between you two?"

>There's that awkward silence again.

"I know better than to reach farther than I can grasp."

"Why do you have to use hand metaphors!? I have no idea what you just said!"

>You can't help but smile at her confusion.

"There's nothing like that between us. Octavia and I are just friends, simple as that."

 

 

 

 

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Octavia's Song - Sarabande  CriticalAssdamageSun Oct 21 10:01:33 2012No.5193347

 

Quoted by: >>5193372

 

 

 >>5193319

>Vinyl simply nods.

"That's it? No smart comebacks? No..."

>You really should know when to leave well enough alone.

>Before you can continue your gloating, Vinyl cuts you off.

"I'll just tell you something our instructors told us at the Academy."

>She switches to her best lecturing tone, like an older sister dictating to her younger siblings.

"A good musician is like a good mare. She can bring you to your hooves, or put you on your knees. She can render you speechless or leave you breathless. But she always leaves you wanting more."

"Vinyl, that makes even less sense than what I said."

"Well, now we both have something to think about!" She replies with a wide grin. "Anyhow, I'll see you tonight!"

 

>As you step outside, a crisp fall wind scatters the fallen leaves on the ground and knocks a few more from the trees.

>You haven't heard from Octavia that she's done with her extra practice yet, so you decide to walk down to the concert hall in the meantime.

>It's a good distance away, but it's a good chance to clear your head.

>The "normal" life you had been so dead set on holding onto seems like nothing more than a memory now.

>Looking back on what Rich told you, you're glad for what you have now.

 

 

 

 

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Octavia's Song - Sarabande  CriticalAssdamageSun Oct 21 10:02:53 2012No.5193372

 

 

 >>5193347

>As you reach Avery Fisher Hall, you sit down in the same place as before while you wait for Octavia.

>You smile to yourself, remembering this was the birthplace of her burning hatred for chairs.

>Before you can lose yourself in nostalgia, a warm familiar voice calls you back to reality.

"Hello!"

>You spring to your feet almost immediately and turn towards Octavia's voice. She's already walking towards you with her cello slung over her back. Lyra is only a few steps behind her.

"Were you waiting long? We ended up going a little bit longer than expected."

"No, I just got here a couple of minutes ago, actually. Thought I'd surprise you.

>Her smile alone makes the walk over worth it.

"Well, since you're here, there's a new restaurant just around the corner I've been wanting to try. Lyra, you're more than welcome to come, too, if you want.

 

>Lyra glances at you, then at Octavia.

"I wouldn't want to intrude. Besides, I think I need to tune my harp just a bit more before the real thing. Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow Tavi!"

>Octavia shrugs then turns back to you.

"I didn't want to say anything, but she was playing a little out of tune earlier. So, what did Vinyl have you doing all morning?

>As you walk with Octavia, you conveniently ignore the fact that she brought you from a daydream to your feet with a single word.

 

 

 

 

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CriticalAssdamageSun Oct 21 10:09:54 2012No.5193524

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>tfw new stories and updates to catch up on

 

Finally back. I freakin' hate Comcast.

 

On the bright side, I sort-of have a plan for the rest of the story now instead of literally making it up as I went like with the first part.

 

Anyways, so begins Act 2.

 

 

 

 

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World Wonder.3  LeStrangeSun Oct 21 12:27:13 2012No.5196266

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 >After the doctor checked on me he left in a hurry to help another pony that needed medical treatment

>It's just me and Jack now

>"so um, Jack?"

"Yes?"

>"Where can I find the person that helped me?"

"I tink she flew off to Ponyville last I remember."

>"Uh, flew?"

"Well yeah, she IS a Pegasus"

>"Those exist?"

"What does?"

>"Pegasus"

"OH, heheheh, yeah, just like other types of ponies such as Alicorns, Unicorns and such."

>"Well this is interesting and weird. But I guess I must be the weird one here"

"You got that right. By the way, what is this?"

>He shows you a notepad that was in your pants pocket. A leather cover with an insignia imprinted on the center with a letter S

>You snatch it away from him in a heart beat

>"Where did you find thi-?!"

"Whoa, hold on there gorilla. If you haven't noticed yet, you aren't in your original clothes anymore it's out in the front getting washed. We took the liberty of washing them for you since it looked tattered and beaten from whoknowswhat"

"All of your belongings are safe and stored in this box"

>He hands...hooves over the box with all of your stuff.

>"I'm sorry, it's just that there's something in specific that I cherish the most that I carry with me at all times."

>You show him a stainless steel pocket watch that contains a picture of a woman

>"This is..was my wife from my home planet"

"What happe-"

>he looked into my eyes and saw a great sorrow and discontinued his sentence

"Do you need a place to stay the night? I was told you have to leave today since you were feeling better"

>As if I had a choice

>"Yeah, that would help. Thanks."

 

 

 

 

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World Wonder.4  LeStrangeSun Oct 21 12:30:53 2012No.5196315

 

Quoted by: >>5196432

 

 

 >>5196266

"No problem! I just want ponies, erm, uh, people? Person?... in need of help. Yeah, I'll go with that."

>You slip back into your clothes which consists of a marine colored v-neck, light grey hoodie, dark black blazer, and black slim fit pants.

 >You walk outside and see a bright yellow sun with a cloudless sky and take a closer look at the town and see that it looks like if it were some kind of western movie scene. Wooden everything.

>Following Jacks lead, you observe your surroundings in confusion. Seeing as ponies were the majority of the population I felt abit intimidated.

>I can feel the're prying eyes on me

"We're here!"

>An old wooden house with a beatup picketfence is now in your view of sight

>The paint on the house peels off as if it were screaming to say "peel me PLEASE!!"

>I was scared to go to the house. A free stay that has a roof on top is better than sleeping outside.

>We continued to his home

>The door creaks open and Jack says

"Home sweet home!"

>He jumps onto a green couch and takes out a carrot out from under the couch

"I've been waiting a long time to eat you. NO MERCY."

> Jack tore through that carrot like nothing. A vicious site indeed. I started to chuckle. He looked at me in shock and forgot that I was there.

"Oh, uh...want one?"

>"No thank you. I don't like carrots so much. Do you have bread by any chance?"

"Yeah! It's right next to you"

>I turn around and I see a burlap bag filled with loafs of bread. It smells fresh too.

>You start munching on your quick lunch.

>Some time has passed and you can't eat anymore. Neither of you passed a word to one another for quite some time now.

>You decide to break this silence

 

 

 

 

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World Wonder.5  LeStrangeSun Oct 21 12:35:12 2012No.5196432

 

Quoted by: >>5196471

 

 

 >>5196315

>"Where can I find her?"

"Find who?"

>"The Pegasus that helped me"

"Last I heard she was going to Ponyville."

>"Where's that?"

"Are you planning on going?"

>"Yes, I want to tell her how gratefull I am for helping me"

"T-today?"

>He sounded hurt

>"I want to get some rest before I do anything else first. I still feel a tad bit soar"

"Oh, I-um. There's a train that comes tomorrow in the morn that you can take to Ponyville if you want it"

>"That's convenient. Thanks for the info Jack"

>You give him a great but somewhat weak smile

>He looks down

>I feel bad for some reason so I ask

>"Do you want to do something before I leave tomorrow?"

>Still looking down he mutters words that I can barely hear

>"What was that?"

"We can walk down to the town and have a drink of cider if you want...."

>"Sounds like fun lets go!"

>And to let him know that I'm grateful I gave him the Wurmcoil Engine card that I received from a friend that loved playing card games

>I told Jack how much this card meant

"Thanks gor-Anon this looks cool and shiny I'll keep it forever"

>"You better, that card was a big thing back at home"

>"Let's get those drinks, yeah?"

"Yeah".

>I can only hope the cider is good. I hate apples.

 

 

 

 

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LeStrangeSun Oct 21 12:38:34 2012No.5196471

 

Quoted by: >>5196939

 

 

 >>5196432

I don't want to rush!

It's going to take a while till we go to earth and start the other side of this story and all that what not. I hope I don't disappoint.

 

 

 

 

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Alone  DakanSun Oct 21 12:57:33 2012No.5196827

 

Quoted by: >>5196835

 

 

 >Have you ever felt alone?

>Not the alone as the normal kind of alone

>That alone in a crowded room alone

>That feeling when you walk down the street and you just feel…

>Different

>You try to tell yourself you’re not

>You look in the mirror

>You think you look perfectly acceptable

>You make sure to watch your words around others to not come off sounding stupid

>You even laugh at all the jokes you don’t get

>But still it doesn’t help

>You hear every single passing remark

>Even if it isn’t totally directed at you

>You feel every stare that comes your way

>Judging you, measuring you

>You keep yourself sane by telling yourself that they aren’t looking at you or talking about you

>But late at night, when you’re alone in your bed

>You hear those remarks

>You feel those stares

>”Why does he look funny?”

>”Why do you stand like that?”

>”What’s wrong with your voice?”

>”Why can’t you be more like us?”

>Slowly, you build a wall

>You hide yourself away from this cruel world

 

 

 

 

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Alone  DakanSun Oct 21 12:57:13 2012No.5196835

 

Quoted by: >>5196849

 

 

 >>5196827

>And there you lie, late at night, hugging your pillow

>Wishing it would all just

>Dissapear

>Wishing for that one person

>For someone who won’t care

>Looking for someone who appreciates you for the good qualities

>Someone who can look past the not so normal face

>Someone who hears more than that lisp in your speech

>Someone who just…

>Understands

>Then something happens

>Something amazing

>Something unexpected

>Something magical

>She appears

>Out of nowhere

>You don’t know how she arrived

>And part of you doesn’t care

>Because she isn’t like everyone else

>She looks deep into your soul and finds the real you

>She takes the time to tear down that wall

>She understands you, she doesn’t mind that you sometime repeat yourself

>Of that your ideas maybe a little crazy or off the wall

>She doesn’t judge you like the rest do

 

 

 

 

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Alone  DakanSun Oct 21 12:58:13 2012No.5196849

 

Quoted by: >>5196939

 

 

 >>5196835

>Maybe that because, she isn’t normal herself

>Ok sure, she’s a pony

>She has wings and can fly through the air

>But that is almost normal now a days anyways

>It goes deeper than that

>This little grey pony with the golden hair and eyes

>The one with a mark on her flank that looks like bubbles

>She has a lisp herself and she doesn’t always talk clearly

>Her eyes are different too

>They don’t seem to star at the same spot

>One looking at you, the other staring into the distance

>But you don’t see those things

>You just see the mare that came into your life

>And saved you from yourself

>Because you know

>She only has eyes for you

>Sometimes

>You just don’t know what went…

>Right.

 

 

 

 

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DakanSun Oct 21 13:02:12 2012No.5196939

 

Quoted by: >>5196961 >>5197673

 

 

 >>5196849

I... um... had a fight last night. This was the outcome. Its not the Super Secret project.

 

>>5196471

I like it so far. Very, Planet of the Apes feel. I would suggest if your going to stay around man, you might want to think about a pastebin.

 

Speaking of Pastebins.

Since we are on our sixth thread. I think its time we start archiving all of this. I went and scoured and found logs of all of the other PiE threads. I am willing to make an Archive Pastebin if everyone else thinks that is a good idea.

 

 

 

 

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SpartSun Oct 21 13:03:32 2012No.5196961

 

 

 >>5196939

i think it is hehe

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousSun Oct 21 13:16:52 2012No.5197229

 

Quoted by: >>5197319 >>5197673 >>5197792

 

 

 >>OP

Gonna try doing a story here for the first time:

A human is in an apartment block in London with the rest of the Mane 6. Hilarious shenanigans ensue. How does it sound?

 

 

 

 

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DakanSun Oct 21 13:20:53 2012No.5197319

 

 

 >>5197229

More writers! always a good thing! Welcome to PiE!

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousSun Oct 21 13:37:32 2012No.5197673

 

 

 >>5196939

May as well do it. The earlier an archive is made the better, lest we have to search for the old ones later.

 

>>5197229

Seems like a fun concept to me, looking forward to it.

 

 

 

 

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I suck at writing names  GodOfPornSun Oct 21 13:43:54 2012No.5197792

 

Quoted by: >>5197835

 

 

 >>5197229

Welp, here goes nothing:

>You groan as your alarm clock goes off in the morning.

>Another long day ahead of you.

>You're an Earth Ambassador, working for the ECA: the Equestrian Contact Authority.

>Ever since the first portal into their world appeared, you've been working closely with the Equestrian Ambassador and inventor of the Dimension Gate, Twilight Sparkle.

>You're also the roommate of Twilight's assistant and Equestrian Communications Officer, a baby dragon named Spike.

>He might be a baby in Equestria, but he seems to be about your age in Earth years.

>You get out of your bed, put on a robe and walk into the kitchen.

>Spike's already up, and cooking bacon with his fire breath.

>He's developed a taste for meat. Presumably, Dragons would normally eat meat, but as he had been raised among herbivores, he supposed non-vegetarianism had some social stigmas attached.

That's all I've got at the moment. What do you guys think?

 

 

 

 

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SpartSun Oct 21 13:45:33 2012No.5197835

 

Quoted by: >>5198036

 

 

 >>5197792

spike and bacon, waht could go wrong ?

 

 

 

 

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GodOfPornSun Oct 21 13:53:32 2012No.5198036

 

 

 >>5197835

I'm not gonna lie here: I'm not that much of a writer, and I struggle with coming up with material to use as jokes, so any help would be accepted.

 

 

 

 

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DakanSun Oct 21 14:06:32 2012No.5198292

 

Quoted by: >>5198575

 

 

 Pastebin created:

 

http://pastebin.com/u/PiEArchives

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousSun Oct 21 14:21:10 2012No.5198575

 

Quoted by: >>5200746

 

 

 >>5198292

A list of links to the threads in the heinessen archive would be nice too.

 

>>/mlp/thread/S4115172

>>/mlp/thread/S4316204

>>/mlp/thread/S4601604

>>/mlp/thread/S4734329

>>/mlp/thread/S4824186

 

 

 

 

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SpartSun Oct 21 16:35:12 2012No.5200746

 

 

 >>5198575

bumpy

 

 

 

 

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LeStrangeSun Oct 21 16:57:33 2012No.5201072

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http://pastebin.com/u/Strange

Pastebin has all them stories of mine so far,

I did a little bit of changes here and there just to let you all know.

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousSun Oct 21 18:26:52 2012No.5202052

 

 

 Bump before bed.

 

 

 

 

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Lyra's Magic Pt 3: The Big Reveal  DakanSun Oct 21 19:19:32 2012No.5202470

 

Quoted by: >>5202475

 

 

 >A month has passed in the lives of Rob and Lyra

>It is now mid-October

>Over the past month Rob and Lyra and grown close

>At least as friends

>Rob finds Lyra’s curiosity about humans to be insatiable

>She is always questioning him about human customs and practices

>Digging into human history and their origins

>And begging to experience life as a human

>If that wasn’t enough there was her obsession

>With hands

>It was weird at first

>She would just constantly stare at Rob as he did certain tasks around the apartment

>Then it got weirder when she started to examine his hands more closely

>Then then was the constant begging to be touched

>She seemed to love being petted and stroked by his hands

>With time he started to enjoy it himself

>He liked telling her about human history

>He like her enthusiasm

>It was contagious

>He soon fell in love with petting her as well

>Running his hands up and down her coat

>Soon Rob and Lyra had a ritual down pact

>when he came home from school he would sit down and answer her questions about humans

>He would let her lie on his lap and slowly pet her as he did.

>He admitted it was a nice way to unwind after a school day

 

 

 

 

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Lyra's Magic  DakanSun Oct 21 19:19:12 2012No.5202475

 

Quoted by: >>5202479

 

 

 >>5202470

>As they spent more time together the questions soon turned from learning about each other’s species to learning about each other

>The question became more and more personal with each passing day

>Then one day a simple action would change everything

>Rob and Lyra were once again sitting on the couch

>Rob had just finished telling Lyra about his plans for himself and the future

>He was absentmindedly petting her when his hands pass over her cutie mark

>Lyra let out a sharp gasp when this happened that caused Rob to freeze

>”What wrong? Are you ok”

>She took a moment to compose herself before answering

“No, I’m just really sensitive right there.”

>”I’m sorry, did it hurt?”

>Lyra looked embarresed and turned away from Rob

>It the quiet voice barely audible she answered

“No…”

>A confused Rob looked at the lyre shape cutie mark

>”You said that all ponies that have discovered their special talent get one of theses.”

>”You never really told me about your special talent.”

>Lyra looks relieved by the subject change

“I haven’t? I’m sure I mentioned it…”

>Rob returns to petting Lyra

>Lyra relaxes once again and continues

“Well my talent is kind of complicated really.”

“The lyre stands for my musical ability with lyres and harps”

“But it goes deeper than that.”

>Rob nods

 

 

 

 

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Lyra's Magic  DakanSun Oct 21 19:20:53 2012No.5202479

 

Quoted by: >>5202484

 

 

 >>5202475

>He takes a single finger and runs it across the strings on her cutie mark

>She gasps again

>She looks at him with a questioning look

>He shrugs

>”I’m sorry, you just look really cute when your flustered.”

>Lyra blushes again

>In yet another quiet voice she says

“You do have to stop doing that if you don’t want to…”

>Rob smiles and starts running individual fingers across her lyre

>”You were saying about your talent”

>Lyra swallows and continues to speak with what sounds like a slight edge on her voice

“It’s complicated”

>”You said that already”

>Lyra takes in a deep breath

“It would be easier to show you than to explain”

>”What would you need to show me”

>Lyra shakes a bit in his lap

>The next statement comes out a little forced

“I would… um… need a lyre.”

>”Well I don’t have one of those lying around, but I do know where we can find one.”

>”That is, if you’re up for it.”

>Lyra nods enthusiastically

“Where are we going?”

>Rob smiles

>One taxi ride later leads the couple to the university

 

 

 

 

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Lyra's Magic  DakanSun Oct 21 19:20:33 2012No.5202484

 

Quoted by: >>5202490

 

 

 >>5202479

>After bribing a janitor to let them in, they find themselves in the musical hall of the campus

>Rob leads Lyra up on stage and then disappears into the back

>He returns a few minutes later with a lyre

>Lyra’s eyes light up and he horn starts to glow

>She levitates the lyre out of Rob’s hands until it is floating next to her

>Rob leaves the stage and takes a seat in the empty hall

>Lyra stands on stage with her lyre and smiles down at Rob

>She slowly uses her magic and begins to play

>As the music start Rob feels a strange sensations come over him

>Almost as if the music is have some kind of effect

>He feels his eyes grow heavy

>He slowly closes his eyes and then understands why

>In front of him lies an open field

>He can still hear the music from Lyra

>It is as if her music is narrating the scene

>That must be it

>This is her special talent

>Robs view changes to a city in the mountains

>It looks like something that Lyra has described to him

>Canterlot

>She’s showing him Equestria

>Rob looks over the city from above and see’s ponies going about their daily lives

>His view changes to a small village in a valley

>Not far from the mountains

>He remembers the name

 

 

 

 

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Lyra's Magic  DakanSun Oct 21 19:21:13 2012No.5202490

 

Quoted by: >>5202495

 

 

 >>5202484

>Ponyville

>Over the course of Lyra’s song Rob visits many place and meets many people in Equestria

>Then a noticeable change in tune

>Almost dark

>Sad

>He sees Equestria being shaken to its core

>Great destruction spreads across the land

>Above him the sun goes black

>Then a brilliant flash of light

>Rob feels like his is spinning in space

>A crash and he is trapped in some sort of material

>He struggles his way to freedom

>He looks up and sees his own face staring down in surprise at him

>The songs ends and Rob’s eyes snap open

>Lyra is sobbing up on stage

>Rob jumps out of his seat and rushes to her side

>Lyra sobs uncrontrollably muttering the same thing over and over again

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

>Rob reaches out and pulls the unicorn into his embrace

>”What was that Lyra? What did you show me?”

>Lyra shakes in your arms

“I shouldn’t have, you can’t know, it’s all gone.”

>She continues to sob into your shoulder

>It takes a while but eventually you calm her down enough to explain

>She tells you the truth

 

 

 

 

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Lyra's Magic  DakanSun Oct 21 19:22:13 2012No.5202495

 

Quoted by: >>5202503

 

 

 >>5202490

>About the destruction, about knowing about humans, about everything

>And then something surprising

“I am sad about losing my home, but is it wrong that I am glad also?”

>Rob is thrown by the statement

>”But why?”

>She smiles when she looks at him

“It brought me here, it brought me to humans, it brought me to you.”

>Rob heads spins at the last part

>”To me?”

>Lyra gets a sheepish grin

“Let me show you again.”

>She picks up the lyre and starts to play again

>This time instead of images Rob receives a torment of emotions

>It sweeps him up and swirls him around inside

>All of her infatuation, all off her obsession, all of her love

>For him

>The song ends quickly

>Rob is left weak and staring at a blushing Lyra

“Do you understand?”

>Rob understand perfectly

>He was hiding it from himself, but he knows that deep down

>He feels the same way

>Rob approaches Lyra

>He had started to feel it a week ago

>He really did enjoy her company

 

 

 

 

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Lyra's Magic  DakanSun Oct 21 19:22:34 2012No.5202503

 

Quoted by: >>5202515

 

 

 >>5202495

>Rob kneels down to her level

>He knew perfectly well what he was doing to her earlier

>Teasing her by strumming those strings

>Rob reaches out and pulls Lyra close

>Why should he hide it?

>She didn’t hide it from him

>Rob kisses the beautiful mare

>It comes as a surprise to her

>But eventually she falls into the rhythm and relaxes in his grasp

>His hands dance across he aquamarine coat eliciting shivers from her body

>She presses against him and kisses him deeply

>Swirling her tongue around his

>As they break the kiss Lyra is left feeling weak kneed and breathless

>Rob smiles down at the colorful pony

>”Come on, let’s get out of here.”

>She gladly obliges and follows him back to his apartment

>This night had only just begun.

 

 

 

 

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DakanSun Oct 21 19:23:12 2012No.5202515

 

Quoted by: >>5203297

 

 

 >>5202503

End of Part 3

 

I wonder where this is going

 

slender update later tonight

 

Need to get in the mood. time for some paranormal activity

 

 

 

 

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SpartSun Oct 21 21:09:13 2012No.5203297

 

Quoted by: >>5203353

 

 

 >>5202515

cool ^__^ you'er prettey active this weekend huh ?

 

 

 

 

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DakanSun Oct 21 21:18:53 2012No.5203353

 

 

 >>5203297

I try to be active every weekend. I don't get much time to write during the week due to my schedule. So I do alot of it on the weekends

 

 

 

 

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Slendermane #1  DakanSun Oct 21 22:02:53 2012No.5203667

 

Quoted by: >>5203675

 

 

 >Writer’s Block shook his head and hung up the phone

>Spectacles was always in some backwoods area chasing down some kind of story

>Backwoods meant little to no reception

>Which meant that there would be no further interruptions

>But still something was different about this call

>Something in his voice sounded different

>Was it fear?

>WB shook his head clear

>His friend was fine

>He had just got all excited about a possible “discovery” again

>Nothing new

>WB turned his attention back to the task at hand

>He faced his opponent

>He made sure that his equipment was all set

>Prepared himself mentally

>It was going to take everything he had

>He stared at the still blank screen before him

>He took a deep breath and sighed

>He let his head fall onto the keyboard in front of him

>Why…

>Can’t…

>I…

>WRITE…

>ANYTHING!!!

>With each word he slammed his face into the keyboard

 

 

 

 

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Slendermane #1  DakanSun Oct 21 22:03:33 2012No.5203675

 

Quoted by: >>5203680

 

 

 >>5203667

>Each strike left a jumble of random letter on the page

>”’vfboFDNsFNaerbKL xcbHIO?tfrjxmnjs”

>Looked like a solid enough start…

>It had been so much easier in Equestria!

>He could come up with a story anytime he wanted to

>He had a notebook full of ideas!

>But, so much had changed since he came to earth

“Let’s go to Earth! It’s full of adventure and interesting places! Plus It has all new audience for your books.”

>That had been the sales pitch Specs had given him

>Back then he admitted that he needed a new audience for his books

>And maybe a new venue would give him some fresh ideas

>If he only knew then what he knew now

>WB shook his head once again

>It was going to be another writeless night

>Might as well stop now and enjoy the rest of the evening

>Block left his study and headed for the kitchen

>As he entered the kitchen he magically opened the refrigerator and pulled out the bottle of whiskey inside

>He had never been a big drinker back in Equestria

>But this place had driven him to it

>Plus they didn’t have the kind of alcohol in Equestria like they did on Earth

>I’ll hand it to the humans; they mastered their art of liquor.

>He poured himself a glass and made his way to the living room

>He flopped down on the couch and rested for a bit

>Out of the corner of his eye he spot his old idea notebook

 

 

 

 

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Slendermane #1  DakanSun Oct 21 22:03:13 2012No.5203680

 

Quoted by: >>5203693

 

 

 >>5203675

>Might as well.

>He levitated the book infront of him and started to leaf through the pages

>The ideas inside are as foreign to him as earth had been when he first arrived

>Even good ideas he had back in Equestria couldn’t inspire him to write

>He tosses the book across the room and settle further into the couch

>He takes a big sip from his drink

>Oh how far I have fallen.

>He shakes his head, might as well not think about the past

>Another sip of whiskey

>Sip, sip, sip

>That’s all he ever did anymore

>It was worse when he reminded himself about his exact position

>He was running out of money

>He was barely surviving off of the royalties from his book back in Equestria

>Pretty soon he was going to start dipping into his reserves

>Which was very small indeed

>Sip, Sip, Sip

>Making all of life’s problems go away one sip at a time

>His glass was almost empty at this point

>Time for a refill

>Looks like it was going to be one of “those” nights again

 

 

 

 

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DakanSun Oct 21 22:05:33 2012No.5203693

 

Quoted by: >>5203757

 

 

 >>5203680

Stopping here for now.

 

Seems like our little pony has a little problem. I sure do hope that he can solve it...

 

 

 

 

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SpartSun Oct 21 22:19:12 2012No.5203757

 

Quoted by: >>5206398

 

 

 >>5203693

heavy drinking pony ? ... and its not berry punch ?

poor Writer's Block

 

 

 

 

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SpartMon Oct 22 02:13:33 2012No.5206398

 

 

 >>5203757

bump

 

 

 

 

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PonyGone !RAGT.LOVE.Mon Oct 22 04:34:52 2012No.5209042

 

Quoted by: >>5212058

 

 

 Bump

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousMon Oct 22 07:02:12 2012No.5212058

 

 

 >>5209042

2.5-hour bump.

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousMon Oct 22 09:10:17 2012No.5214570

 

Quoted by: >>5215127 >>5215332

 

 

 What is PiE

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousMon Oct 22 09:42:53 2012No.5215127

 

Quoted by: >>5215282

 

 

 >>5214570

Ponies in earth. Lurk more.

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousMon Oct 22 09:52:52 2012No.5215282

 

Quoted by: >>5215362

 

 

 >>5215127

Why isnt it PoE?

I like poe more then pie

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousMon Oct 22 09:55:32 2012No.5215332

 

Quoted by: >>5215362

 

 

 >>5214570

A baked dish which is usually made of a pastry dough casing that covers or completely contains a filling of various sweet or savoury ingredients, but with a capital E at the end.

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousMon Oct 22 09:56:52 2012No.5215362

 

Quoted by: >>5216059

 

 

 >>5215282

because PiE is funnier because of >>5215332

 and it's supposed to be a play off of AiE and/or HiE.

 

 

 

 

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AnonymousMon Oct 22 10:31:33 2012No.5216059

 

 

 >>5215362

But Poe, as in edgar allan poe!