"Well, no. I just came here because I wanted to see if you could fix my armor, you know. As they say, if Dressage... you, cant do it, then no one can. So, I'll be here until you get it done. Just out of your mane. I mean, yeah.... sorry for intruding overnight. It's just, as you could see, I only have those bits, so paying for a hotel is out of the question, and I am used to sleeping on benches so, you know... thank you."
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"Who me?" said the royal red colt looking around. "Well, my name is... True Victory." He looked down at his hooves.
You do realize this is a my little pony rp, right?
The pony sat up on the bench and stretched. After cracking his back, he sat in the corner of the room, just sitting there, patiently waiting.
The red pony on the bench cuddled up with the pillow trying to get comfortable. He had bruises covering his body which did not make his night restful. Every once in a while he would mumble under his breath "Stop" and "no please, you don't understand."
Early the next morning, Lighthooves comes back into town on another ferry. He stretches his legs, gets off at the ferry port, and gets a ride back into the town. He approached his house, whipped up some coffee, downed three cups, and continued through his normal day, heading to the store, picking up a bunch of dollar foods, and went for a stroll through the village.
Early the next morning, Lighthooves comes back into town on another ferry. He stretches his legs, gets off at the ferry port, and gets a ride back into the town. He approached his house, whipped up some coffee, downed three cups, and continued through his normal day, heading to the store, picking up a bunch of dollar foods, and went for a stroll through the village.
The pony continued to sit in the waiting room, watching Dressage, and even sleeping on the benches, even when closing time came.
"Okay," he said sitting down in the waiting area and watching Dressage work on his different tasks.
"How long will this take," he asked as he looked around the shop.
"Thank you," he said with a sigh. "Most smiths don't want to touch it or if they do, for a much higher cost."
"Do you do armor repairs here," he asked as he put an older suit of armor on the counter. "I need this patched up. How much can you do for 40 bits?"
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