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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 21, 2014 10:53:43 GMT -5
It wasn't often that Sugar Sweet took to more simple, obviously useful projects. And even less often she went to the beach. Normally, she hated beaches. They were full of ponies that push and shove and kick sand on you, and worse, get food on your coat or step on your sandcastles. But during the later times, and the early morning, it was generally quiet, peaceful. It helped to form new perspectives, and to think about things. And sometimes, simple projects were the best to stimulate interesting thought.
The sky was red, going on purple of the evening, and it was a beautiful view, shining across the water. The colours were beautiful, and laying just out of range of the tides was the orange coated inventor, Sugar Sweet. At her hooves was a glass bottle she'd slice the bottom off of. Stuffed down the neck was a thick layer of cotton, followed by reeds she'd found in the forest, pebbles she'd picked up and cleaned from around town followed that, and now at the top layer, was an equal layer of sand.
It was a water purifier. An ancient one, and one she believed should be horribly outdated by now. But because unicorns were capable of purifying water with magic, the idea hadn't been cultivated.
But she was taking a break from more extreme projects, and being out here was... calming.
She felt her stomach gurgle, and pushed the feeling aside. Getting food would mean getting up, and she was too comfortable here right now to warrant getting up.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 22, 2014 17:08:48 GMT -5
Saline coasts the shoreline, staring at the water with an almost crazy look of intent. He doesn't take his eye off of the water, his eyes flicking to track a fish. Saline's obsession with fish oil was justified, it was a base for all his potions, and just tasted good to him. Saline bites his lip as a fish skirts out of his range, and trots over to another fish that's near the shoreline. He sighs, and as he passes by Sugar, he leaps into the water, landing atop the fish, which he grabs quickly. It's a Sea Bass, which thrashes about, and tries to tug him into the ocean. He's tugged away, but manages to come back, throwing the fish onto the shore, he grabs what appears to be a small club, about to cull the fish for his precious, precious fish oil.
He'd usually never do this near anypony, but he just didn't notice Sugar in time before he realized he was out. He looked like a crazy pony, or worse, a carnivore. Saline rears up his club, aiming for the fish's head.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 22, 2014 20:32:37 GMT -5
Sugar recognised the zebra. How could she not? She'd shown him around the town not so long ago. But, she also knew his profession, and so watching him brutally attempt to murder a poor innocent fish was not something she was surprised at. As she said quite often, and her mother had said before her...
"If you want something done right," She mumbled under her breath, watching him as the club swung down, but looking back at the once again peaceful ocean, "Do it yourself."
Whilst Saline had battled against the bass, the water had been briefly disturbed, and it had marred the peace and drawn Sugar's eye. But with him on the shoreline now, it was returning to how it was. Bathed in the colours of a sunset, and peaceful (Save for the thud of clubs and fish)
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 23, 2014 6:50:26 GMT -5
Saline then quietly harvests all the fish oil, then, with some obvious muscle required, threw it far out into the ocean, hopefully far away from anypony's swimming range, and watched it sink. Saline, along with both Eastern and Western tribe zebras, believed that all things return to Nature's most natural form, dirt. He only
hopes that the carcass has a safe trip to rebind to nature, and takes his large bottle of fish oil into his saddlebag.
Suddenly, he realizes he just performed the whole act in front of Sugar, only noticing her just now. He blushes from sudden embaressment, "I...just needed fish oil, nothing else to cause the ocean toil." He hastily says. He notices he also disturbed the peace, and apologizes quickly, "I'm sorry for interrupting your time of rest, my act wasn't the best."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 23, 2014 8:28:02 GMT -5
"Your apology disturbs me more," She replied, a little irritable about the whole situation, "I'm trying to think, and you were harvesting alchemical ingredients, hardly a disturbing combination, and definitely not unimportant enough to warrant your actions."
In truth, it had irked Sugar more that he'd found the need to apologise and ruin the peace again than when he'd done so the first time with the fish. It wasn't like she didn't understand the need for materials. She needed them quite often, though getting her hooves on them was a little harder than catching a fish. Expensive metals don't grow on trees after all. And her being there to think was only a half truth. But, she withdrew back into her own little world after her reply, watching the ocean calmly. She considered laying her head upon the bottle, but that'd be rather uncomfortable, and laying it on its side would be a pain. She'd have to repack all the ingredients.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 23, 2014 9:00:09 GMT -5
Saline, realizing the almost warranted silence ordinance of the setting sun coast, goes quiet. He lets out a soft sigh, and sits down himself, taking off his cloak, revealing a few things. First thing is his righht flank, which has what appears to be a branding, "Property of Sweet Apple Acres, EQDA Approved." Odd, considering he isn't livestock. It's atop his cutie mark, which is a large, black basal leaf, but the black is weirdly singed off around the branding, bare hide instead embossing it. His cloak is the third, its inside having many pockets and notes on the inside, ranging from recipes to note to self's. He lays it out, like a beach blanket, and rolls it at one end, and lays atop it; he looks exhausted from today, especially from recently slaying a fish.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 23, 2014 10:20:57 GMT -5
Sugar did not notice any of this. No, she was too busy being entranced by the waves, the ocean, and just the view. For once, her mind was not going a mile a minute. No, now it was more like a cruise in a supercar, rather than the screaming rampage of a supersonic jet.
"I hate beaches you know," She finally said out of the blue, "Hot, stuffy, there's ponies everywhere, pushing and shoving, you get food on your fetlocks, and sand everywhere and sweat. Goddesses, the sweat... And don't get me started on the sand burning my hooves."
She brushed her mane away from her brown eye and smiled a little.
"But in times like this... I've heard it's good for the mind to let it slow down now and then, let it 'rest' so to speak. I thought I'd test that theory."
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 23, 2014 10:44:46 GMT -5
Saline nods, all that reminded him of his home in Zebra Lands. He's equally entranced by the sun's setting and the waves, his mind taken off of him worrying about sending enough money to help sustain his family members, trying to balance both his and his family's financial security, and so on. He's equally now been sucked into…thinking about the other and the same sex, as with relationships almost constantly brought up now a days. He does speak up, "I agree with you on the beauty of this time, it is serene and…sublime." He smiles, actually able to just blank his mind, and with a pony that isn't on the verge of tears or instigating another.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 23, 2014 11:27:56 GMT -5
Sugar didn't have the thoughts of anything to do with a relationship. She didn't do relationships last she checked. To be honest, she didn't know truly who or what she was interested in. But that was neither here nor there. No, her mind wandered from topic to topic, resting occasionally upon such things as water purification, flying drills (very briefly) and, just once, entertaining the idea that if she electrocuted the ocean, she might be able to catch every fish in it with ease.
Of course, she didn't want to electrocute the ocean. What in the world would she do with all the fish anyway? And besides, she didn't like to entertain the idea that merponies might be hurt. They did too exist!
"D'you think that, if I electrocuted the ocean, I could catch all the fish?" She asked serenely, "I mean, I know the seaponies wouldn't appreciate getting shocked and stuff, and they'd probably get very upset with me, but d'you think it'd be possible?"
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 23, 2014 13:03:29 GMT -5
Saline blinks, shocked at first on such an…odd topic. Electrocuting the ocean? Well, that makes his life easier, can he imagine how much fish oil he could get from a whale? A shark? A merpony?! No, calm down, he's also got to think ethically. Fluttershy's Enviromentalist Union (FEN) would obviously hate it, Mariculture Society (MS) would hate it, and the enviromental collapse would...be catastrophic. "...I assume yes with every tempest, but the impact wouldn't be the best."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 23, 2014 13:24:52 GMT -5
"I'd have to have a battery strong enough to hold billions of volts," She said idly, "Probably more. I don't think that's even possible with today's advances in mechanical and electrical technology though."
She thought his choice in rhyme odd, but didn't comment on it. Tempest? She hadn't proposed tempests... but she guessed rhyming all the time was probably stressful and probably difficult to do so, she wasn't going to give him a hard time about it, especially when her language skills were subpar, if not almost nonexistent. Wait, no, that was social skills.
She giggled at herself quietly, shaking her head. Now she was getting all muddled. She wasn't used to thinking this slowly.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 23, 2014 14:21:43 GMT -5
Saline did think as in storm tempests, not the batteries she most likely meant. He merely nods, "It'd take you years to amass such power, perhaps past your final hour." He does sometimes loathe his rhyming, but, should he stop rhyming, he'd feel the pain of his vocal cords tearing themselves apart, damning himself to silence. This is where the Prance ponies got their mimes from.
Saline shakes his head off the subject, "So how goes your work? Unless you've taken time to rest and lurk." He starts to think on how he'll get a job, he'd most definately need one soon, he can't just sleep in his cart forever, his back his starting to feel worse than usual.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 24, 2014 8:15:20 GMT -5
Sugar shrugged, yawning quietly, a hoof over her mouth.
"I'm... taking a break I guess? I don't know. I've never done this before."
And this was true. She hadn't really taken to the idea of resting, seeing it more as a waste of her time rather than a possible boon to her work. Plus, it was difficult to convince yourself to take a break when you had the maddening drive to do everything all at once, and had so many ideas, and were smart enough to act on them.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 24, 2014 8:33:51 GMT -5
Saline nods, "The act of resting oneself is often confusef with lasing by yourself." He lays on his side, enjoying the sun warming his stripes. He looks over to Sugar, noting her constant level of attentivness, to the point that some would consider it mania. He idly draws in the sand, drawing a simple version of the scene right now. However, his version of simple is seen as heavily polished and highly detailed, drawing Sugar Sweet down to some frayed mane slightly sticking out.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 24, 2014 8:40:26 GMT -5
"I decided I'd think on something else, something new," She said, looking at the simple purifier before her, "This is a water purifier. It's capable of separating the salt from the seawater. I'm thinking that, if I can make a more efficient kind of purifier, I could make a bit of money, enough to eat this month perhaps... But I got here to test the theory on this one and it was just so peaceful..."
She sighed.
"Mother always told me I was going to burn out if I kept thinking and doing things like I did. I never believed her, and I haven't burned out yet, so I think I've proved her wrong. But... There's no harm in testing the principle is there?"
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