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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 23, 2014 6:42:16 GMT -5
Saline watched the whole scene play out before him, analyzing and...trying to understand. Is THAT what love looked like? He knew it wasn't fairytale love and knowing love is ugly, but, that just didn't add up to him. He looks at the liquor she'd been drinking, and wonders. Alcohol doesn't make you say random things, it merely loosens the lips to whatever you did want to say, and this obviously couldn't have been made on the fly. Saline shakes his head, trying to clear his mind, and drinks the rest of his cider. He looks to Spirit, "...I do believe I am....what you ponies call "third wheeling," if that's a thing."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 23, 2014 15:28:38 GMT -5
So this was her first kiss, too? At first he felt a little guilty that she had spent it on somepony like him, but then he remembered what she said earlier. This brought a small smile to his face as he said, "Thanks for that, I guess you're right." He scratches the back of his neck as he says, "It'll take me some time, but I think this conversation helped. Thank you." He holds up the bottle of Applejack Daniels and shakes it, "Another? Or you good?"
He glances over to Saline as he speaks and answers, "Yeah, sorry about that. It's not exactly how I would have demonstrated respect...but I can't say I regret it, either."
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 23, 2014 15:56:10 GMT -5
Saline shrugs, having something small develop in the back of his head, a thought. He looks at Low, blinking, he sees Low's beautiful mane and face, his fetlock hooves so elegant in the way he does things, his great attitude...He shakes his head, trying to kill it off, but it stays. He can't be infatuated, especially when-he can't believe it, he's actually interested in him! What would his sister, mom, and dad think? He sighs, "Just hold off those feelings, it can't actually manifest into a love or something..." He mumbles, which could be audible to either of them. Saline scratches his mane, trying to clear his head.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 23, 2014 21:49:35 GMT -5
Low Key hears the mumbling and looks over in Saline's direction, noticing that his beer glass is empty. Walking over to him, he asks, "Can I get you a refill?" As he notices the glances he is getting from the zebra, he adds, "Are you alright, sir?"
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 24, 2014 7:01:06 GMT -5
Saline's glance breaks, but the way he sees him doesn't even flinch. He's still so amazed by the pony, that his front hooves began to shake slightly. "Yes a drink would work wonders, handso- I mean sir!" He hides his face, hating his new infatuation.
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Post by Zeila on Sept 24, 2014 9:25:10 GMT -5
Zeila looked at the two of them giving a soft sigh,"You know my glass is empty." She levitates the empty glass she had emptied earlier in the air trying to get Low Key's attention. She was so drunk now that her lips had gone numb from the liquor but she could still feel her teeth so she wasn't completely out of it at this point. "Hey there pretty mare you feel like being with a real stallion tonight?", a mysterious voice called out from behind Zeila. She turns to see where the voice came only to see a lather tall stallion holding a beer in his hoof talking to her she blinks a little as she gets her composure a little. "Huh i'm sorry but I...I don't just go anywhere with just some pony besides i'm a little too drunk to feel like doing any of that kind of stuff with someone." she slowly turns away from the stallion leaning back on the bar as she continues to wave the glass near Low Key waiting for a refill.
The stallion soon came back around moving between Saline and Zeila seemingly determined, "Come on babe you not that long ago did a little show for the crowd and you kissed that loser Low Key why not give me some more attention?", he would slowly inch closer towards her starting to get in face a bit, but her hoof raises and presses against his snout and pushes him back a little from her,"Look I don't care at the moment that you may have seen more then I meant but right now you are getting all up in my face and I don't need that." She then pushes him back from her but bit weakly since her arms were feeling a little numb from the liquor keeping her hoof there for a bit as she tries to get him out of her face.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 24, 2014 9:51:30 GMT -5
Saline's eyes watch the stallion with a sharp glare, his protective attitude starting to activate, "Back off from the mare, she said she doesn't want you, go through ME, if you dare." He says, standing up, looking…intimidating for once. His height and burly look making him look like a formidable opponent, with the alcohol he's drank kick in lightly, he's much more on edge, ready to fight at the incentive.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 24, 2014 12:42:07 GMT -5
Low cocks his brow at Saline. He's completely unsure exactly what to think of his Freudian slip, but decides to move on past it. As he is about to refill the beer glass, he sees the stallion talking to Zeila. Having worked in the bar for months now, Low was very familiar with rapists who took advantage of drunk mares. On several occasions, he had gotten the bouncers involved and lost a few customers, but at least the management understood that he had no intention of destroying the reputation of the bar.
Putting his hooves up on the counter, he glared at the stallion across from him, "She said no, sir. Go try picking somepony up less drunk than yourself."
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Post by Zeila on Sept 24, 2014 20:02:49 GMT -5
"Keep your mouth shut Low Key virgin some of us actually have game.", the stallion shouts to him before turning around to look at Saline looking him over a little before giving a soft chuckle,"When you can do something about it little zebra instead of making googly eyes at Low then i'll consider you a threat." He then turned back towards Zeila overpowering her arms a bit and moving towards her getting closer again. "So come on girl why not let me and a few friends show you a real good time.", his words seemed to ooze with sleaze and perverted tones. Zeila was completely drunk and knew full well she wasn't going to over power this stallion even if she wasn't drunk she would be no match for him. "Look you perverted donkey you meed to leaze me alone I don't want any of you.", she says slurring getting less and less prominent as she tried to force herself to sober up more, though it seemed like her words were ignored or at the very least not respected. "I know you want some of me babe so why not take off that hood and let me get a good look at you?"
His hoofs reached onto her head and started to pull it back showing parts of her face just a few of her bangs sliding out from under the hood. If Saline and Low key could see her face they would note absolute terror and fear that was starting to overcome her, her hoofs showed it too as the hoof she had resting on the bar was shaking a little. Though almost as a instinct her horn starts to light up and smoke was starting to pour out from under her hood. The smoke rolled off her hood and down onto the bar floor if the stallion's eyes were to have followed the smoke and looked back into the hood he start to see nothing but a deep eerie darkness. As he continues to look into the darkness a pair of bright red eyes would look back at him at first only a pair but soon that pair turned into four pairs and a set of bright white predator teeth could be seen as a sudden growl would bellow out from her hood making the bar suddenly quiet down.
The stallion would soon let go of her hood slowly backing away from her but it wasn't done just yet. Soon a large arm would rise from hood gripping the side of her hood before another arm would emerge both looking a sickly pale color the skin seemed almost stretched from the wrist up as more of the creature emerged from her hood slowly rising up to the ceiling of the bar only to slump down a bit as it turns its head and body towards the crowd of ponies letting out loud horrible sounds. The head of the creature looked like a long dog face with eyes all around the front of its face, sharp fangs only shown when the creature snarled leaving strands of saliva dangling from its mouth as it turned to look at the other ponies in the bar before letting out a cry that would frighten a massive Timberwolf; the smoke that had been pouring out from her hood this whole time had covered the floor of the bar and seeped out onto the streets. The ponies all stood there for a minute before they all began to frantically run from the bar screaming in terror. Once all the other ponies had fled the creature disappeared like a mirage and Zeila turned back to the bar and let her head hit the bar counter top with a thud and heavy breathing.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 24, 2014 20:30:47 GMT -5
Low narrowed his eyes at the stallion. Just as he was about to wave the bouncers over, Zeila sprang into action. As the eldritch horror crept forth from under her hood, pushed himself up against the wall, his eyes full of terror. Frozen in fear, he could only watch as everypony else in the bar ran for their lives. Suddenly, the beast evaporated, leaving Low Key laying on the ground whimpering quietly. Slowly, he got to his hooves and tentatively reached out a hoof. He wanted to prod her, but at the same time, he had seen enough horror movies to know an incoming jump scare. Instead, he stammered out, "W-W-What a-a-are y-you?"
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 24, 2014 20:37:18 GMT -5
//Okay, yes. I bunged up, sorry.
Saline is in utter horror of the experience, quickly trying to help Zeila up, ignoring the original implications of…whatever just happened that just felt like it violated his mind. He tries to set her on her back and fan her off, trying to wake her up.
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Post by Zeila on Sept 24, 2014 21:18:47 GMT -5
Zeila continued to pant heavily as she felt Saline pull her back up a bit and start to fan her face to cool her off though he was making her hood start to slide off her head even tired she knew better to let that hood off. So she brushed Saline's hand away and adjusted her head and leaned against the bar again,"Thank you...zebra I will be fine once I collect myself a little." She says her voice straining to just make words even a bigger strain to lift her head,"Man..I should never use that much illusion magic when drunk it hurts and puts such a strain on my head." Her words were hushed as she looks over to see Low Key really freaked out and scared she admits she might have gone over the top with that little stunt a combination of fear and liquor made her think up something really twisted. "I'm so-sorry for scaring you both like that...just..get really scared there is all.", she says loud enough for them to hear but considering all other patrons had left it wasn't that hard.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 25, 2014 6:29:39 GMT -5
Saline blinks at the phrase 'illusion magic,' was this all a joke? He sits back into his bar stool, "You mean to say that was merely a joke you threw, and you caused all that terror…you knew?" He's shocked by her coldness, he didn't think alcohol would really bring things THIS far, let alone summoning a most terrifying mirage!
He sighs, seeing how the bar is now empty, and would be for a while. He merely finishes his drink, and says, "Sometimes I do question the decision-making skills of the skilled unicorn, sometimes they just do it for scorn."
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Post by Zeila on Sept 25, 2014 18:01:24 GMT -5
Zeila winces a little hearing Saline talk about her magic like it was some sort of nightmare she then turns to the zebra and growls,"You know what lets see you react properly when your drunk off your ass and getting hit on really hard by a creepy stallion who wanted to take your clothing off." She says slowly rubbing her arm a bit as she grumbles. "None of my illusion magic is some joke I use it to defend myself or add some sort of edge to myself."
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 25, 2014 19:02:27 GMT -5
He blinks, still confused on the whole happening now, other than just...terrified. "You could have merely scared him directly instead of all of us, that act of mass terror wasn't a must." He looks about the empty bar once more.
He then looks to her, "And why must your hood matter at all, its not like removing it will make your face fall."
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