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juice_factory2011-11-23 05:26 pm
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FRIENDSHIP IS TAGGING
Now you're a pony. Were you a pony all along, or is this a new and baffling experience to you? I dunno. The only answer I have is PONIES AND MAGIC.
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[This was a mistake, you're not supposed to talk to strangers, she should leave...]
Oh--it, it's nothing, I just--wanted to check, if you were fine that is, and you seem all right, so--so I guess I should just... just be going then, sorrytobotheryou...
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[He's aware that he's still staring, but it's just so hard not to.]
[She's so cute.]
Don't leave, you're not a bother, I... I'm new here.
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Oh... umm... well... [She scuffs a hoof] S-so, then... I guess you might... might need... some assistance, or something...
isn't it past your bed-time, missy? (also I love you, for ponies)
Yes! Yes, assistance, that- yes that would be, very, very kind of you.
[He'd bounded up onto all fours looking rather like a pleased and anxious puppy during the enthusiastic reply, but now he's aware that he is stood on all fours he feels... very peculiar. Not because it feels odd, but because it feels... normal. Like he was meant to stand like this.]
[He looks down at the funny, grey-blue stumps at the end of his arms again, then at the yellow pony's feet.]
[Cogs are turning, but he doesn't like how, so he doesn't pay much attention to them.]
Nah, my parents gave up on that a while ago. (Glad to provide =B)
That's a yes then -__- anyway I have to work so GO SLEEP. YOU. (<3 forever)
Whatever the case, if he ever thought he could live down the shame of talking about it he was going to need some serious counseling after this.]
Er... sorry, this... this will probably sound like a very, very stupid question, mademoiselle, but... where am I? And- rather more importantly- [He braces himself to ask, as if he really, really doesn't want to know the answer-] what am I?
aw ruin all my fun why don't yozzzzzzzz (<3!!)
Sir...? Ah--I... I don't know what you mean, I'm sorry, um...
[This feels like it's got to be a trick question of some sort, despite the fact that he seems worryingly serious. She leans to get another look at him.] Um, you're... another pegasus, aren't you...?
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[No, that didn't change anything. And he's quite sure she said that, even if it was very small and demure and adorable-no, no don't get off track. Not yet.]
[Fearing the worst, he starts to turn his head. The first thing he notices about this is just how far he can turn his head, his neck being several times longer and more flexible than his usual one. The second is how much hair there is down it- not exactly something he can stipulate being comfortable with- and the last, most marked one is that what he sees doesn't make any sense, at all.]
[Firstly, it's covered in that same greyish blue that his hand-stumps have gone, and it's fuzzy. Secondly, there are two sprouty fluffy things which are, undeniably, wings, sticking up out of it, feathers jutting in all directions like a cat's tail after it's had a door slammed next to it. Lastly, he's fallen over.]
AAAAAAAAH!
[There's a windmilling mass of feathers, hooves and blond hair before he somehow manages to get back into a position of pinning himself to the floor like a piece of roadkill, all four limbs splayed out to cling onto the grass as if it might buck him off any moment.]
WHAT THE HELL?!
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[She hovers above him a little, hoof up to her mouth. Oh gosh, she said something wrong, she upset him, or, or something, she has no idea what's going on]
S-sir?! I, I'm sorry, what--are you okay? I mean, I thought--ooh...
... there is a Wheatley pony. What. Oh god I want one.
[Coaxing his brain back into some sort of order his priorities begin to round themselves back into order- naturally the presiding motive being to stop alarming the poor lady who was trying to help him.]
[Even nightmares were no excuse for bad manners.]
Oh, I'm- I'm sorry, about that- it's just... [He pulls himself off the floor, trying to look casual and succeeding in looking very on-edge.]
I'm... not used to looking like this. I... I'm not usually a- a pegasus.
[... and that was one of the craziest things he'd ever said. Never mind.]
Are you sure, he'll probably destroy all your furniture
Goodness... wh-what do you... I mean... [She's not sure she really wants to ask, this is all... wayyyyy over her head.] I... I'm so sorry but, I don't... know how much I can help with, um. With that sort of... thing...
Well, okay, maybe, but he would banter while he was doing it.
[Faltering with language reminds him that he's really not that sure about his own body either, his wings opening and shutting individually like concussed signal posts.]
I suppose I'll just have to figure things out as I go- but that's quite enough from me, and you've been so kind; the least I can do is ask you your name?
[There's a ghost of his usual, hapless grin, but it's still very much bewildered.] I'm Sanji, by the way. A pleasure.
It's just a manual override on your sofa
[He certainly doesn't look like he feels all that okay, though his compliments make her blush a little. She's hardly done anything helpful at all, but he's being very polite about her uselessness...]
I... F-Fluttershy. It's nice to meet you, Mister Sanji.
I could make him a management rail around my house
[Suddenly he feels a pressing urge to get out of here and find the others but- but that was silly. He was asleep. He'd wake up any minute and wonder what sort of cheese he'd eaten before going to bed and that would be that.]
[But she was ever so sweet for a nightmare...]
Fluttershy, oh, what a lovely name! [He really means it too, the four legs seeming to lose their sensibility about the knees for a moment.]
I am sorry for being so... out of sorts. I'll try to make up for it- oh! I know, are you hungry?
Will he die if he comes off it?
[She gives an apologetic smile] Oh--there's no need to apologize, sir, really.
[Her head tilts to the side] Hungry...? [Ah, now that she looks... his cutie mark looks a bit like... her ears perk up.] Oh... do you cook?
Of course not D: and I would totally catch him. Probably with my face but still.
Can I ever! I may say, dear miss, without exaggeration, that you are in the presence of one of the finest chefs to have voyaged the high seas!
[He places a proud hoof to his chest with a slight toss of his head- the way it throws his mane about is a nice dramatic touch. Not that he'd admit that.]
[The dual image of fish and flame on his haunches is still unknown to him, but, now he has something to offer, he's feeling much more self-assured.] Do you have any favourites? Just name it!
Hey, what's a little more brain damage between friends.
Oh, my. [It's hard not to smile in the face of someone so earnest--he's a bit infectious.] Well, that's awful nice of you to offer.
Umm, but I don't have any, um, special tastes, I mean I wouldn't want to impose.
Apple.
[The coy smile and outrageous fluttering of eyes is entirely countered by his tripping over his front feet with the back ones- this walking thing was trickier than it looked.]
[He recovers with a small hop-skip that looks like a failed attempt at the Charleston.] Er-ahem-that is... er, if there's anyplace I could cook... you... do have kitchens, right?
*boing boing*
[blink] Well, of course we do! I have to keep my cupboards well stocked for all the little visitors.
[She fluffs her wings to take off, before remembering his mobility issue.] Do you... think you can make it a little distance? My home isn't that far. [Issues with inviting a very odd stranger into her home seems not to register in the slightest]
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Of course! You think such trivialities could prevent my acceptance of such hospitality?
[Wobble, clop, stagger.] Lead on, fair maiden!
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[It isn't all that far at all, and soon she's led him through the verdant pastures outside Ponyville and towards her little cottage near the woods.]
I'm back, everyone! And I brought a visitor! I hope you'll be nice to him.
[There's a lot of chirping and chittering from the trees, a bit of bustle from the chicken coop, and all manner of fuzzy rodents and happy birds darting about in greeting. This place is undeniably very well inhabited.]
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[He'd almost got the walking thing down by the time he found himself coming to very graceful stop on his face- which was to say, he had been at it for quite a long time.]
[He extracts his muzzle from the turf to blink in wide-eyed astonishment at the haven they'd arrived at. It looked like something out of a children's story book, or film, or... Hallmark card.]
Wow... I... you certainly have a lot of friends, don't you?
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[She blushes a little, but it seems talking about her friends allows for proper volume]
Oh yes. I just tend to get along so well with all the little critters around Ponyville, it only seemed to make sense to be the caretaker.
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You're... certainly... very good at taking care of people~!
[Whoops, there we go, back on all four legs again. Ignore that giggle it's just the standing up too quickly thing.]
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Umm, the kitchen is just inside... [She looks over the rabbit] Oh--if you need any help, Angel here is a great cooking assistant.
[The bunny is frowning at Sanji. With one widdle furry paw, it gestures to his eyes, then points at Sanji.]
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/puts brain back on
/takes off cement shoes of employment