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"How about...noon?  We can go get lunch, maybe see a movie?"  (( Assuming movie theaters fit into your canon  :s ))
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  Unsure of how to react, Low simply smiled at Mythic.  He had never gotten this close to any pony before, let alone a mare.  So much had happened today, and he was almost beginning to feel light-headed from it all.  As the awkward silence continued, Low's nerves returned with a vengeance. He wanted to go home; he needed time to himself to process it all, but he didn't want to brush Mythic off.  There was also the case of Rush, of whom he felt guilty for marginalizing this entire time.  Low Key knew how hard it was, being the third wheel.
  Acting on his thoughts, he said, "I really do apologize, Mythic, but I'm going to have to cut this short.  I need to get my bass home."  As if to punctuate his statement, Low shrugged his shoulders, insinuating that his case was becoming heavy.  "Though, I would love to meet again some other time.  Tomorrow perhaps?  Maybe right here, in the same place?"
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Low sits down on his haunches beside Mythic, smiling at her for a moment before looking around at the scenery.
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"Sounds good.  You lead the way."
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Looking up at her, Low smiles in amusement, "So, anywhere in particular you want to go?"
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At this point, Low is used to it and simply smiles, closing the door after Rush follows them out and doing his best to keep pace with Mythic.
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Slinging his case over his shoulder, Low stood up, moving to hold open the door for the other two.
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  "Understood, Commander."
  Internally, Vigilant couldn't help but smirk.  If this filly wanted to play war, then he'd let her play whatever part she wanted.  He wondered how she even got into the special forces, let alone why she was chosen as commander of the operation.  Had she even seen a dead body before?  It didn't matter, high command chose her for the job, so they must know what they're doing.  Those b*****ds.

(( Spoiler alert, Vigilant has a tragic back story that I am totally not begging you to try and force out of him some time in the  future  0:) ))
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Vigilant brings himself back up to his feet, his eyes burning with intense fire but his features remaining otherwise professional, "You would know better than I, Commander."
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(( Perfectly fine, just need you to post a reaction to everything that's happened over the last couple pages ))
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(( Right then, one second...  ono )

(( Fixed ))
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Grabbing Starlight's robotic arm, Vigilant is unprepared for the sudden force as he is pulled off his feet and reintroduced to the ground in a most intimate manner for the second time today.

(( Fixed from original ))
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  Vigilant withdraws his hoof, looking down at Starlight.  His face remains impassive, but his eyes speak volumes that he would never say out loud: You want to hear something funny?  If the two of us were walking around in public, I would tell everypony we meet that you're my daughter.  You want to know the best part?  They'd believe me.
  Instead, he says, "Sorry, Commander.  Do you still need my help?"
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Low Key watches Mythic finish her cake, leaving a few bits on the table for the paycheck and tip.  "Ready to go?"

(( What should we do about Rush? ))
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(( I'll wait a little bit to see if Rush wants to respond. ))
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  In a moment of weakness, Low finds himself looking over the rest of her face.  She really wasn't that bad to look at: her coat was the same hue as his, her mane was an interesting shade of purple, and her eyes...if he didn't think about how creepy it looked and sounded, he could stare into them all day.  However, Low realized that he had again zoned-out and was smiling like an idiot.
  His professional demeanor returning to him, he replied, "Yes, a lot better."
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Low finishes his sandwich, doing his best to settle his nerves with the nearby glass of water when he notices the piece of cake on her cheek.  He sets his glass down and tentatively reaches out to tap her hoof with his.  After grabbing her attention, he says, "Um, you have some cake on your cheek."
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  For the second time today, Low's train of thought derailed as Mythic again made physical contact without warning.  Reverting back to his original personality, his eyes went wide and his mouth went dry.  Who was this mare, and why did she insist on so publicly trying to force him out of his shell?  Did she not know who he was?

Of course not, you haven't told her.

  Right.  Either way, she doesn't need to know.  I'll go on this walk with her, we'll probably only be 30 minutes before she realizes how boring I am, and then we'll go our separate ways.  I'll go home, calm my nerves with a book and some tea, and then maybe do my best to forget her.

But what if she doesn't get bored?  What if she likes you?

  Likes...me?  Why?  I have no personality, no muscle, enough pent-up angst to write a coming-of-age novel, an-

You didn't answer the question.

  ...I don't know.




Snapping out of his daydream, Low realizes he's blushing hotly and staring into Mythic's eyes.  Withdrawing his hoof as gently as possible, he stares down at his sandwich and picks it up with his magic, forcing himself to take bites in spite of the butterflies in his stomach.
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  I do want to tell you! 

  "What do you think about it?  I was hoping to move some place quiet, away from the city.  So far, I haven't been disappointed."  All the while as he talked, Low's metaphorical mask never slipped, his charming smile almost genuine.  It was something he had taught himself and perfected years ago, the art of adopting multiple personalities.  If his true self was as obnoxious as everyone made sure he knew, then he'd find himself a personality that ponies DO like.  No one at his old job caught on to the fact that he was wearing a mask, and yet, this mare whom he had barely known for an hour was quite tenaciously trying to rip it off.  It was almost perplexing, really.  Behind his smile, Low could think all the angsty and moody thoughts he wanted without once dumping them on his associates.
  Yes, that was the problem.  The problem was that no one cared about his problems.  After all, everyone has their own problems, so why should his problems be held in higher regard than others?  It was only natural for one to think selfishly, but he was done being selfish.  He alienated others out of the selfish desire to force them to be his friends; let the others make their own decisions for once; if they want to be friends with some angsty colt who should probably see a therapist, then let them consciously sign on for it.
  Living behind a mile-high wall had it's benefits, but would it really hurt to go outside every once and a while?

Of course it would.
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Original Characters / Re: My OC
2014 Jun 18, 17:04:11
Quote from: Yellowpikmin476 on 2014 Jun 18, 17:02:55
Also, it says he had "abnormal wing size", is that abnormally big or abnormally small?


Abnormally large