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Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 22, 2014 1:19:42 GMT -5
Spirit Weaver was on the beach. The sky was grey, the wind was starting to pick up, and the forecast promised rain. So, one must ask, 'why was Spirit on the beach?' But, anypony that knew Spirit would quickly answer that with 'probably doing something really stupid.' The strange thing, though, was that those ponies would be dead wrong.
Spirit wasn't doing anything wrong. She was..... laying down on her back, looking up at the darkening sky, making no motions to move, or even care about it. Hell, if a pony were to happen across her, they would probably think that she was in some depressive and dark mood. But, once again, they would be wrong. Spirit was just bored. Bored and trying something new.
After all, she had responsibilities, now. She couldn't just waltz off onto another adventure. So, she was looking for things to occupy her free time. And, today, the attempt was staring off into the sky on the beach.
It wasn't working, so far.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Dec 18, 2014 13:02:47 GMT -5
Sugar, on the other hand, was having a very, very bad day.
Her drill had been rejected, and with it her biggest potential payday yet. That drill prototype, even the blueprints were worth hundreds, if not thousands of bits! And they shot her down! Shot her down like she was nothing! Why? Because it 'had potential to kill a pony without effort'.
"A KNIFE has potential to f****** kill something without effort," She snapped to the thin air around her, "A key could kill, an apple could kill somepony. Carts, chariots, a pickaxe, everything could kill without or with little effort!"
Clearly she wasn't impressed. She was even less impressed when she tripped over Spirit and landed face first in the sand.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Dec 22, 2014 1:55:11 GMT -5
Spirit had since closed her eyes, becuase it felt like it had been months since she had laid down, despite the fact that it had only been maybe ten minutes. Regardless, she was /not/ sleeping, and she /did/ hear Sugar coming, mostly due to her ranting.
But, she did not expect to be stepped on, tripped over and in general kicked about. This should clearly warrant some sort of pain or suffering to another. But, it was Sugar, so she let it go. Sugar was probably a friend. Right?
Regardless, she stood up at that, and nudged the fallen mare, offering a scarred hoof to help her up again, "Wait, we're killing someone? Who is it and why?"
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Dec 22, 2014 11:03:53 GMT -5
Apparently, hitting the sand didn't anger Sugar so much as make her tremulous emotions pull a massive one-eighty, and she burst into tears, pulling her face from the sand, and burying it instead in her hooves.
"M-me-hi-hiie..." She bawled, "Th-they'r trying to k-kill me...."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Dec 22, 2014 12:48:11 GMT -5
Oh. Well. That was a thing. It wasn't necessarily a thing Spirit had expected, but it was still a thing. So, she did the only thing she could do. She sat in the sand, and pulled Sugar into an awkward hug, softly petting her mane, "Don't worry, hun. It's going to be fine." she promised, "It's just a setback."
"Unless they're literally wanting to kill you in which case I'll probably be sent to prison, soon."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Dec 24, 2014 0:47:57 GMT -5
Sugar sniffled, pushing her face against Spirit's chest and hugging her back, almost violently, still sobbing.
"Th-they r-r-rejected my d-d-drill!" She blubbered, "I-I-I n-n-n-needed the income f-f-f-from those b-b-b-blueprints! That w-w-w-was my b-b-b-big break! And they've RUINED it all!"
New, fresh tears poured down her face as her crying got heavier. She was getting sand all over Spirit's coat too.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Dec 24, 2014 2:19:52 GMT -5
Spirit, by this point in time, had more or less gotten her own life figured out, in this town. Things still got fucked up when she accidentallly lead a beast of some sort in over the weekends, but all in all, things were going well for her.
Clearly, the same could not be said for Sugar. Sugar needed to let all of this out. Hell, Spirit didn't even mind the sand on her coat, nor the wet stains on her shoulder, "Sssshhhh.... It's alright, hun" she murmured, in as soothing a voice as a nineteen year old witch could muster, "It's all going to be okay. I promise."
"I'm here for you, sweetie," was the last thing she said, before falling silent, keeping the other mare in her embrace.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Dec 26, 2014 7:29:09 GMT -5
"But I don't... I can't... It's not... How am I going to eat..?" She whimpered pathetically, "I can't pay bills without... I don't... I don't know what..."
She sniffled. A curious situation, that the younger was gently comforting the elder. Normally it was the opposite, the elder comforting the younger. But no, not this time.
"I'll have to sell my house..."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Dec 26, 2014 13:14:51 GMT -5
Spirit was silent for quite some time, simply letting Sugar cry herelf out on her shoulder. Spirit pretty much knew exactly what it was like to go through this. Or.. at least, what it felt like when everything seemed impossible to fix.
And, as such, she tried her best to get her friend to feel better. Continuing to pet her mane, she started to lightly rock back and forth in the sand, whispering promises of things getting better into her ear.
Of course, when she heard that last statement, the Witch knew exactly what needed to be done. Bringing her muzzle closer to Sugar's ear, she murmured, "Then, you'll stay with me. I have room, and i have income. Stay with me until you figure things out."
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Jan 9, 2015 14:31:52 GMT -5
"I don't want your charity..." Sugar replied, almost completely on instinct. She'd had to look after herself her whole life, so it wouldn't come as a surprise for her to say such things. You know. Other than 'I got it! A rocket Drill!' or something similarly insane, like 'How many decibels can I boost this to?'.
You know. Potentially ear splitting levels, as always.
After another sniff, and a moment to think, she added, "Besides... you can't house my equipment as well. Nopony can. Simply moving it will take forever."
And by 'forever', she meant 'I'm going to move it myself on my own, don't touch my equipment.'
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Mar 13, 2015 3:18:57 GMT -5
Spirit remained silent for some time, simply trying to formulate a proper response to all of this. And, clearly, that was taking quite some time. But, it eventually came in the form of a question.
"If you're selling your house, how do you plan to house your equipment? I'm offering myself as the path of least resistance, Sugar."
Was this weird? It felt like she was being weird.
Maybe she shouldn't push this any further.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Mar 18, 2015 9:26:18 GMT -5
Sugar didn't answer for quite some time, which probably left Spirit panicking a little. But Sugar didn't think of that, all she was thinking of was, right now, her rather messed up predicament.
Eventually, she did sigh, and end up talking.
"I don't know what I'll do," she said softly, "I don't want to accept charity... it's just not my way. I hate to rely on others... It doesn't feel right."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Mar 18, 2015 22:10:21 GMT -5
"It's not charity," was the simple reply, "I wouldn't offer charity to anyone. I'm not that nice, after all. It's just... delayed payment. When you make it big with these designs of yours, you can pay me however you want."
The rather matter of fact tone of hers basically stated that this was not up for debate, "We can figure... something out between the two of us, I'm sure. A place for your things, and a place for you to work. Things're gonna be great, Sugar."
"I promise."
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