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PONY POST

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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[Blink.]

[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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Oh--! Oh goodness, oh--

[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.

[love-hurricane.livejournal.com]

[Okay, okay get a hold of yourself, so, you're a... a... one of those, so what? Don't think about it, it's just a dream. Just a dream, you'll be back to normal when you wake up, nothing to it- nothing to it...]

[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

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Not... usually...? [She gets the feeling he's not talking about usually being a unicorn, either, not that that would even be any better.]

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.

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A-ah that's okay! I've pressed upon you quite enough my dear... lady. [Was it still okay to call a pony a lady? Did she know what one of those was?]

[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

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Oh... I don't... um...

[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

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[Mister Sanji- he hasn't been called that since... well.]

[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?

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[Were Fluttershy a touch more perceptive, she might have recognized that loopy look as vaguely similar to how Spike gets around Rarity. As is, she assumes maybe it's all a part of... not usually being like this?]

[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.

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[Ah! Finally, something he can really be sure about!]

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.

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[Oh, that seems to cheer him up quite a bit. It makes sense--anypony will get fired up about their extra-special talent.]

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.

[love-hurricane.livejournal.com]

Oh but you wouldn't be imposing! I love cooking! Especially for beautiful young ladies~

[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*

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Well... if you're sure.

[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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[Pff, mobility issues? What issues? Check out this swagger, pegasis.]

Of course! You think such trivialities could prevent my acceptance of such hospitality?

[Wobble, clop, stagger.] Lead on, fair maiden!

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[Well, if he says so! She gives him another little smile, before leading the way.]

[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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[One, three, four, two and a half- oh bother.]

[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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[A white rabbit nearby seems to be laughing silently at Sanji's tumble, but Fluttershy quickly goes to help him up again.]

[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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[Contrary to Fluttershy's efforts, it seems receiving her help has knocked all the sense out of Sanji's knees, not that there was any in his head to help in the first place.]

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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[...blink] W-well... I try, at least.

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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A-ah, is that so?

[Now, whether it's antagonistic gesture or Sanji's long, hard upbringing as a realist in the face of nutrition, someone with an insight as to his labeling process of the world around him might have been alarmed to see the flashing subtitle beneath the cute fuzzy bunny.]

[Ingredient.]

[All that registers externally, however, is a narrowing of the eyes and one ear twitching back slightly before he follows Fluttershy into the house... tree... stable?]

Heavens, I had no idea ponies kept places so well... furnished?

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[Fluttershy is nothing but completely oblivious to any appraisal of her little friend, however, and just seems happy that the two of them are getting along.]

Oh yes, I'm sorry if it's a bit cluttered, but I like a bit of a homey feel, personally.

[She pauses, and glances off] Oh, sorry... are you used to things being more, um, sparse, where you're from?

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Oh no, no, actually... [He's begun walking around the friendly home with a feeling of familiarity] -this is quite close to what I'm used to.

[He manages to stop short of accidentally treading on a mouse with its tail in a sling, carefully walking around the little patient with nod of the head.]

Looks like you have a lot of clients.

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Oh! I'm glad... I thought it must be so different from your own home... [Now that she's had a moment to think about it, she's really curious about where exactly this mysterious colt came from... but it's rude to pry, right...?]

Oh... yes... Ponyville is usually very safe, but things happen even in peaceful places. And... well... we are at the edge of the Everfree forest.

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Mm, well, it's more land-based, that's true- [Sanji comments absent mindedly, now taking a very interested perusal of Fluttershy's stock- there's all sorts of things he recognises, but just as many that he's never used before. Hayseed, silver-birch tree bark, grass... he doesn't know why he never thought of using them before, as it seems to him that they'll all taste just wonderful.]

[Almost by accident he's started making several concoctions at once, the loss of his hands quite forgotten as he miraculously balances packages and bowls on his hooves and whirls a knife around between his teeth. Perhaps the conversation is enough to keep him from forgetting how absurd the whole thing is.]

Everfree forest? Why, is it a bad place? [He does something to a collection of oats and barley with a pestle that transforms it into a silvery powder, but it was too fast to see what.] How come you live so close to it?

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[She smiles in understanding--or what she thinks is understanding] Coming to the earth for the first time was a shock for me as well, but I wouldn't leave for the world.

[Gosh, she's never seen anypony handle food like that! It's amazing! She hovers behind him, watching in quiet amazement]

Oh, it's not... bad, exactly, but it's... spooky. I mean, animals and plants take care of themselves out there. But, well... it's my responsibility to take care of the critters around, so if anything goes wrong out there, I can handle it... usually.

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[Sanji completely misses the inference, simply replying with a smile that is far too adoring to be taken seriously.]

[Oblivious to the complete picture he gives her one of his most dazzlingly brainless smiles whilst nudging a spectacular looking salad towards her with a hoof.] Well, someone so brave and hard working definitely deserves a treat.

[It appears to be compromised primarily of cowslip, young grass blades and violets, topped with the dressing of oat and barley blended in honey and dew.]

You help yourself, I'll wager there's something I can whip up to make your friends feel like they could take on the Everfree Forest any day!