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Post by vladimir on Dec 28, 2012 22:58:23 GMT -5
Everyone is ponyverse in this thread. Dinosaurs are still a thing.))
There was a certain charm to the town, Reinhardt had to admit that much. The first week or so had been a... trying experience, yes, trying was a good word, and he still sported the scratches and sores to prove his misfortune. The worst pain of all was his nose, which though restored to its proper form still ached from his brothers attempts to 'correct it' with a hammer. Still, that was then and this was now, and Reinhardt had never been a fellow to dwell on past mistakes-- he was coming to quite like Gwangi, as a matter of fact. It was best to enjoy the warmth of the sun and the pleasant smell of dust while he could, and to concentrate on not dropping the bucket tentatively clutched between his teeth.
In the bucket lay the key to keeping a roof over the heads of his brother and himself: construction tools galore. Nails rattled against tin at the bottom, suffocated by packages of mortar and topped with rope. Across his back, rows of plywood had been slung with expert care and balance so as to keep them manageable. All in all, it was a well orchestrated (though somewhat straining set up) and he could not help but keep his pace up at a trot to avoid having to travel longer than necessary in such a state. He'd have liked it if liked it if his brother would help a little, but as the unicorn had stated earlier, he 'already had his hooves full'.
Behind him, trying to keep up at a brisk walk, Ambrose levitated three buckets of water just between the two of them, using Reinhardt as a traffic wedge to keep his own path clear. From the bored look on his face, Ambrose could have probably stood to carry more of a burden without issue, but 'water was hard to deal with' and Reinhardt had too good of a nature to bicker over it.
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Dec 28, 2012 23:25:00 GMT -5
A snort erupted from the unicorn as he stood in front of the dilapidated mansion. What a terrible idea, what had gotten into him, trying to socialize. He knew it was all a waste of time anyway, no one ever gave him a second thought. The unicorn sat down on his hind legs and glared at the mansion, as if he was in some sort of mental struggle. It would be polite to say Hello to Reinhardt after coming all this way, but at the same time he was utterly terrified.
Everyone he ever tried to talk to ignored him, and everyone that ever tried to talk to him he ignored. He was bound to do that to the piebald pony. The doctor lashed his tail about as he processed his choices. No, it was better to avoid ruining this. He'd go back to town and write on some more of the strange inhabitants. There was no need to put himself out there. He stood up and turned to leave.
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Post by vampirechicken on Dec 28, 2012 23:36:44 GMT -5
Henry meanwhile was leaning on the bar at the gwangi saloon, precariously balancing a shotglass of bourbon between his hooves, usulally he was quite adept at this but he had been here a while and the drink had affected his hoof dexterity to some extent.
After several moments of painstakingly balancing it, He spilled it over his muzzle and swore loudly, bucking over a stool behind him in frustration.
"Goddammit you and your fuckin' unicorn magic bullshit!" he snorted in irritation at Jessie the saloon pony as she expertly levitated his glass before it smashed on the ground. "I'm outta here." he finished and stumbled out of the saloon onto the street.
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Post by vladimir on Dec 28, 2012 23:57:34 GMT -5
In his haste to get back to the O'Saka manor before his bum wing took too much damage, Reinhardt didn't notice when Ambrose was suddenly separated from him as a horse-drunk buck in a tattered vest and hat stumbled out into the road and cut the smaller unicorn off mid-step. The buckets wobbled in mid-air, two overturning, one onto a passerby and one onto Henry. In his surprise, Ambrose barely had the resolve to catch the last one and hold it steady, the others bouncing to the ground- one with an extra step, rebounding off of Henry's hat first. "'Ey now, watch where yer goin', 'ya drunken mule," Ambrose snapped, bringing the surviving bucket closer to himself protectively, as if he actually cared even minutely about the task at hand. If he noticed that he was clearly going to be the losing party if a fight broke out, he didn't notice it.
Up ahead, Reinhardt had already vanished from sight behind a corner, not a care in the world. He was used to his brother's long silences, his mood swings and his tendency to lag behind. The sudden disappearance of the younger buck was easily lost on him. Fifteen minutes later, as he trotted down the cobbled path to Eddy O'Saka's destroyed house, he still didn't realize anything was amiss. In fact, he was even further distracted from any potential danger regarding Ambrose when he noticed Hindrick waiting down the path at the doorstep. Setting down the bucket gingerly, he called out just as the unicorn turned around to start back up the walkway. "G'affernoon, mister Rospev. What bring's 'ya here?" Reinhardt called, somewhat pleased to see a familiar face.
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Dec 29, 2012 0:25:11 GMT -5
The unicorn looked up from the cobblestone when he heard a voice. He blinked as the pieblad pony happily greeted him. Well that was surprising, he did not expect to see Reinhardt while LEAVING the mansion. The purple-grey pony took a small step back and cleared his throat. Now he actually had to socialize. "Oh yes. Good Morning Reinhardt," Hindrick swished his tail, finding the fact his was now socializing very awkward. Why did he think this was a good idea. He was terrible at this.
"I... I just wanted to come by and see how you were doing... with the hoof and all," The unicorn lifted a hoof and gestured towards the youth's injuries. It wasn't the real reason, but it was the first thing that came to mind.
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Post by vampirechicken on Dec 29, 2012 0:27:11 GMT -5
"Fuckin' ....unicorn!" Henry yelled, almost breathless with rage. The water had only spilled over half his back and would soon dry in the hot sun but that wasn't the point. The point was that his pride had been injured. "Did you just call me a mule?!" he snorted, stomping at the ground like a bull about to charge. "How fuckin' dare you? You magical bastards think you're all so high and mighty? Well so what if I don't have any fancy attachments, I can still stomp the life outta you and send you crying to yer mama."
He turned to stare down the other pony head on, refusing to let him pass and go on his way and stomping his hooves occasionally in a threatening manner.
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Post by vladimir on Dec 29, 2012 0:39:24 GMT -5
"Whad'ya mean think we're high and mighty?" Ambrose demanded. He'd sensed weakness, or rather anger mistaken as weakness. He was going to play this with all he had. "Look, mud-pony, we are high and mighty. No magic, no medicine, no booze, no science, why 'ya mud-ponies'd be in the stone age if it warn't fer us. Now 'git," with that, Ambrose knickered, tipped his head back and began to make his way around Henry, one eye slit open to watch the drunk as he did. By now he'd levitated that bucket far overhead and out of sight.
Elsewhere, less devious interaction was taking place. "Ah'm doin' just fine, mister Rospev, it's mighty kind o' you t'ask." he paused and raised a hoof to wave vaguely at the unicorn's head. "...'Specially after yer fall an'....well," he paused awkwardly, both ears folding back as it occurred to him that he was being rude in his approach. "Uh, 'pologies, ah meant t'ask if you was holdin' up fine s'well." it was at this moment that he realized his brother wasn't there, but as soon as he discovered this he discarded the information readily. He as sure Ambrose would be on his way, no doubt he'd dropped a pail or something and was taking his sweet time with getting back on track. Nothing unusual.
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Dec 29, 2012 1:04:09 GMT -5
The dappled pony managed a small sound of approval to the Piebald's condition. Then he felt the slight heat of embarrassment as Reinhardt brought up the unfortunate fainting incident. He did not want to remember that. Hindrick folded his ears back as well and gave a side glance. "No... it is fine Reinhardt," Hindrick mumbled and remembered how unsightly he was passing out like that, "Is there something wrong?" He noticed that Rey looked perturbed by something. He assumed that it was the pony's brother, the two where usually together.
(( THIS IS HARD. HE SOCIALIZES BADLY))
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Post by vampirechicken on Dec 29, 2012 1:22:58 GMT -5
You could almost hear the sound of Henrys mind cracking from the rage he was holding back. His eyes and nose twitched while Ambrose spoke but he remained still until the moment that he had strolled past him, pompous nose upturned. Henry was biding his time until the smaller pony was in prime position, he stood motionless.
Henry may not have been a smart pony, or possessed of any magical talents, the ability to read or write was not a strength he had either.... But he had one skill which he had honed through years of drunken brawls and disagreements.... and that was kicking.
Henrys left-rear hoof suddenly collided with the unicorns cheek, his right hoof hit him square in the chest. Both hit with considerable force, enough to knock anyone clean off their hooves and sprawling in the dust.
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Post by vladimir on Dec 29, 2012 10:57:36 GMT -5
He'd seen the kick coming, but he'd badly miscalculated how far away he should have been to prepare for it. Flinching back only bought him an inch or two of room, enough to spare his teeth the worst of the trauma but not enough to stop the blow in its entirety, and the result was the unicorn being sent rolling through the dust after a brief second of flight. Oww, oww, oww, oww, okay, oww, he was no brawler and didn't have a fraction of his brothers ability to weather through pain. That, of course, only made him act more quickly to ensure a moderately successful escape. Gasping for breathe and scrabbling at the ground to get some purchase, he overturned the final bucket over Henry's head and used all of the force he could to smack it across the fellow's face first one way, then the other, finally shoving it hastily over his face. As he did this, shoddy work as it was with his concentration being broken by intermittent glimpses of white, red or yellow marks, Ambrose did his best to get to his feet and make an escape. 'Course he had never run so hard in his life, taking every single turn he could through Gwangi in the hopes that Henry might not be able to track such a hectic trail. The farther he went, the more he realized that running hurt jesus christ, that guy had a kick like getting run over by a torosaurus. Why had he thought this was a good idea, why?
"Well ah'm glad to hear that," Reinhardt assured with as much of a smile as he could muster what with his general inability to form telling expressions. Seeing that Hindrick was inclined to continue speaking and knowing that it'd to no harm to get set up while he did, he reached down and took the bucket back up. Glancing at Hindrick as he did, Reinhardt circumvented him as best as he could with the beams lashed to his back and began to arrange the supplies to one side of the front door, glancing back occasionally in case he had to nod an agreement or shake a refusal. It was a relief to get the lumber onto the ground, more-so than everything else, and he subconsciously signaled this fact with a few reflexive flaps of his wings-- something which would have been more effective if one wasn't a partially dragging mess of bone and feather. But hey, what could he do about that?
"Nuthin's wrong mister Rospev, s'just that 'muh brother seems t'ave wandered off th'path somewhere back there. Ah'm sure he'll be around soon 'nuff, though." as he responded to the question, he went about kicking piles of lumber into what was apparently the best position for them.
((aw Hindrick, he tried :c))
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Dec 29, 2012 11:44:53 GMT -5
The Russian Pony noticed that Reinhardt seemed to busy. His tone dropped as he spoke as did his heart. Yes, why would he think this was any different. He should be used to this indifference about him by now. His parents treated him like a painting, only there to show if they needed to impress and when it wasn't to their tastes, to throw out. The pony hung his head as in thought, but it was clearly because he had failed again.
"Ah... yes. I'm sure he will be. Excuse me I must go," The doctor replied quickly, still trying to be polite. The pony turned to leave, his hooves echoing heavily against the cobblestones. He felt like escaping to his room and downing a bottle of whiskey. It wasn't Reinhardt's fault though. The pony was just conditioned to take incomplete focus as they had no time for him. But who would blame the pony if his parents treated him the way they did.
((whut, I make Hindrick a pony and then I want all the feels to happen. WHUT? WHY IS THIS SO WHINY??))
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Post by vampirechicken on Dec 29, 2012 19:36:05 GMT -5
Henry was taken completely by surprise by the bucket flying at his face, in the end he was stumbling around sopping wet, with the bucket handle caught under his chin and covering his eyes.
"I'll get you!... Fuckin' .... git back here!" he called, finally flipping the bucket onto the ground and watching the unicorn escape.
He didn't make chase though, he wasn't particularly fast and his quarry already had a decent head start.
"Ah'll deal with you later then..." he muttered under his breath.
It was a small town, he couldn't hide from Henry forever.
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Post by vladimir on Dec 29, 2012 20:07:57 GMT -5
By the time Ambrose made it out of Gwangi, the adrenaline had left his system and the pain had settled in. Now there was nothing fun about his situation, just a loose tooth and bruised ribs. And no buckets, either, but that wasn't important; he'd been an unwilling helper to begin with. Now it was just him and his aching teeth...oh, and the intense desire to drown in Bourbon, but there was no way that he could go back into town without getting the piss beaten out of him.
Both of Reinhardt's ears flicked straight up when he heard that, his head turning in Hindrick's direction. He could hear that there was falseness in the scientist's words, and he knew that it was an excuse. No- no, that was definitely his imagination, and if it wasn't then it didn't matter anyways. "Oh... ah... ok, if 'ya really need t'get back to business, ah won't keep 'ya." he tried to keep his ears from pinning back, it'd do him no good to let himself be disappointed over this. After all, one of the essential rules of drifting was not to get too attached to the idea of having a friend, and now that he thought back on it he shouldn't be giving too much credence to his familial relationship with Ambrose either. He'd just been away from other people for too long, that was all, nothing more and nothing less. That settled it with him, and he was sure that he was fine with Hindrick seeing to his priorities... exactly why it took him off guard when he spoke thoughtlessly and unintentionally. "Ah was just hopin' 'ya might stick 'round n' keep me company while ah fix up Eddy's place some. Ah... ah could always use some extra hooves."
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Dec 30, 2012 12:26:30 GMT -5
Hindrick gave a dip to his head as he continued walking. It was for the best wasn't it? He felt terribly impolite leaving, but Reinhardt was busy. The buck flattened his ears and swished his tail as he walked down the cobblestone path. But thankfully Reinhardt spoke again.
Hindrick's ears twitched and he lifted is head a little bit. He stopped mid walk and gave a snort. Wait, was he seeing this wrong? Maybe he was. The Buck turned to look at Rey and then looked over the state of the mansion. It was in terrible shape. Sure he know how to fix a few things, but not a whole mansion. But someone was ASKING him for HIS help. When was the last time that happened for something trivial? A month? A year? Ten years? No even longer. The pony cocked his head, now utterly confused.
Hindrick stood there for a brief moment and finally opened his mouth. "I would like that," He started walking back to the porch, trying to act as if he wasn't shocked at all. "Manual labour helps to clear the mind." The unicorn walked onto the porch and surveyed the mess that was O'saka's mansion. Okay this was going to need a lot of work. He sat there and looked to Rey, "Where do we start?"
If he was going to do this, he might as well treat it like an experiment.
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Post by vampirechicken on Jan 1, 2013 6:43:28 GMT -5
Henry gave one last glare in the direction that the unicorn had escaped and delivered a frustrated stomp to the bucket on the ground, crushing it. He swaggered off down the street in the opposite direction, deciding to check on his dinosaurs in the stables.
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Silas was flying overhead the outskirts of Gwangi, keeping an eye on the perimeter when he noticed something concerning on the ground. Was that a pony in trouble?
"Is everythin' alright sir?" The purple pegusus asked politely to Ambrose, landing a few feet ahead of him and sending a small cloud of dust into the air under his hooves.
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