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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 11, 2014 20:12:34 GMT -5
Over the many hills and plains that cover the Main Road between cities, a small figure comes from yonder horizon, what is it, a pony'd ask? It is a zebra, hauling a small cart, attached by reins on the zebra, with a cloak on the zebra's back. "How far must I go, how far shall I tow...?" The zebra mutters, trotting slowly to the destination of the city. He stops to take a brake, "So far...It feels like my knees are all made of tar..." He mutters, continuing after a few minutes. His cart has a large, brown tarp covering the top, to ensure nothing topples out, and thankfully so, the cart is filled with jars of specimens of plants and herbs! Hydrangeas, Petunias, ferns, Poppies, mosses, fungi, lots of things! He continues his lowly trot, until he starts to see the city, and with a glitter in his eye and a smile on his face, he starts to pick up the pace, and what a clatter he makes!
A while passes before he's mere hoofsteps from the gate, gasping for breath, he un-reins himself, and sits, panting from exhaustion, "This journey has torn me from many memories, and I believe my breath is not the only thing it foresees..." He manages to sputter out.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 12, 2014 8:57:33 GMT -5
You know, most ponies like a quiet, calm day. A day where you can soak up the sun, maybe have lunch out and buy something at the marketplace, or sit at home, get stoned and watch the radio.
However, it appeared for poor Sugar Sweet, today was most definitively not one of those days.
With an explosion that probably rocked the foundation of a building or two nearby, the little engineer went flying through the air. Now, normally, a pony would scream. Or shout. Or groan in agonising pain. However, Sugar had gone through that many explosions at this point, they were more like a regular occurrence. Okay, maybe not regular, but this particular project kind of necessitated explosions. And as she came flying through the air, a strange sort of saddle strapped to her midsection, she pulled on a ripcord. In midair, there was another loud 'bang' as the saddle, which went around her entire barrel, expanded rapidly, filling with compressed air and, instead of landing hard, she bounced once, twice, and promptly fell on her face right in front of the poor newcomer.
She was going to have to fix that fault. And she said so, mouth in the dirt and all.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 12, 2014 13:14:19 GMT -5
The zebra would, well, as one put it, yelp at the sight of an explosion, and stare at the descending pony, wide eyed. Seeing her land, he promptly asks, "I have seen many odd things in my time, but that just makes the bell chime!" He says. He tries to help her up, "Oh by gods, do not tell me I have seen somepony slain, else I shove my mouth full of gauze..." AT least he was hopeful.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 12, 2014 19:00:15 GMT -5
The strange rhyme met sugar's ears and, after much effort and maneuvering of herself and limbs (the 'airbag' hadn't deflated yet) she looked up at him from her place on the ground.
"I assure you," She said quietly, "I am not dead."
There was a hissssssss as the strange saddle she wore deflated and she stood up on shaky legs. Now, the contraption looked ridiculous, all baggy and hanging everywhere, but it had done the job, and Sugar was, for the most part, happy with its performance.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 12, 2014 21:29:58 GMT -5
Saline blinks, staring at her, opening his mouth, shutting it, and opening again, "I...see you have survived, I am thankful you did not need to be revived." He looks to his left and right, then extends a hoof, "I am Saline Base, and I hope there is nothing on your or my face." He says, cursing himself for having to rhyme that.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 13, 2014 3:00:06 GMT -5
"There's not," She said with a shrug, "And of course I survived. It wasn't like I'd die upon hitting the ground anyway, I wasn't moving fast enough, but I had to make sure this thing'd work."
She gestured to the strange saddle she was wearing, then looked at his cart curiously.
"What's in there?" she asked him after, forgetting the circumstances of their meeting, and to introduce herself.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 13, 2014 12:16:06 GMT -5
He looks at his cart, and takes off the tarp, revealing all the specimens, and a few old decor from Zebra Lands, masks and such, "Specimens and decoration from my past, which I have thankfully made it last!" He says, "You can...most likely see my origin, unless you believe I'm a seapony with fins."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 13, 2014 16:22:41 GMT -5
"Oh," Sugar said, quickly losing interest, "That's... nice."
Sugar wasn't really interested in bits and baubles like that. She had her work, and it was practically all encompassing. Although, lately, she was worried she'd have to get another job. She wasn't making any bits off of her inventions at this point, and she was running low....
And suddenly she realised she'd gone off on a tangent, and smiled weakly.
"I'm sure lots of ponies will like them," She assured him, "If the other merchant's anything to go by."
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 13, 2014 17:19:02 GMT -5
Saline notices her in-interest, "Ah, well...I'm a zebra of herbs...heals both cuts and soothes nerves." He says, trying to keep her from getting dis-interested, or worse, annoyed. He nods at the second comment, "I was hoping for some good news, else I'd move onto more demeaning jobs, like making horseshoes." He smiles awkwardly, "And who is this other merchant, if I can have your consent?"
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 13, 2014 17:42:56 GMT -5
Sugar shrugged. She'd never gotten the name of the merchant others knew as Shifting Sands. She'd known that his stand was apparently quite popular with those who liked clothing, and especially with that annoying [censored] Claire Du-stupid, but that was about it. And her disinterest didn't lessen at the mention of herbs either.
"I dunno. Don't know his name."
She pulled the saddle off herself, having to unstrap several carefully placed clasps and cords to do so, revealing her less than healthy form, and looked at it critically, frowning.
"Maybe extra fabric at the front..." She mumbled to herself.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 13, 2014 17:58:04 GMT -5
Saline looks to her, "I...I do not know anything of this town, only of the forest that surrounds. I know we merely met now, but can you lead me around, like a mother and her sow?"
He sighs at his own rhymes, and looking onto her body only slightly, not seeing the unhealthy part.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 13, 2014 18:45:45 GMT -5
"Then you probably know as much as I do," She replied vaguely, turning the expanse of fabric in her hooves over a few times, "I know the market, that's about it."
She wasn't lying either. Rare was it that she went anywhere outside of her own home or workshop, save to test her inventions, or to find something to eat, given how rarely she remembered to do so when she was absorbed in her work, and how infrequently she went out at all, or went shopping.
Nevertheless, she didn't want to be rude, and she put the saddle/airbag down.
"But, I will do the best I can, certainly."
She didn't question or comment on his rhymes. Zebras were known for their odd speech habits, something even she'd heard, and clearly he wasn't terribly skilled in making up rhymes on the fly like this. Perhaps it was because of her crash? Must have been. Most ponies, or zebras in this case, aren't used to seeing somepony voluntarily flying through the air and landing safely like that, especially an earth pony.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 13, 2014 21:03:51 GMT -5
Saline nods, noting how nonchalant she is, in fact, rather comforted by it, unlike his family, who loved to express how they felt into painful detail. He is equally noting how amazing her devices are, of course, he's only seen her saddle, which ousted his usual feather-fall potions in speed. "Ah...Well, I am interested in your job and field of work, can you tell me about that, unless you have an informational clerk."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 14, 2014 10:36:31 GMT -5
"I'm a thaumo-mechanical engineer," She replied, "But I also sell scrap metal, parts and novelty machines I make myself out of home. I don't get many visitors."
She folded up the saddle carefully, still having not figured out a way to make a return system for it, and slung it over her back like a towel or throw.
"You won't be interested in that, unless you need your cart repaired, I'll do that too. Hitch yourself up to your cart Mister, and we'll get going."
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 14, 2014 11:13:23 GMT -5
He nods, attaching himself to his cart once more, but his ears perk at 'novelty devices.' It takes him a bit, but he asks her, "Devices and machines? Does this mean you are able to build something to suit my needs?" He tests his cart a bit, before putting the tarp back on, a bit awkwardly though, as he had to do it whilst attached to the cart. "I am interested in your field actually, after this, may I see?"
He hopes this'll be a start of at least gaining a friend, or at least, knowing somepony who ignores his stripes and rhyming.
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