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I wanna wait for Shoryu to post a bit, I mean, he is the GM
I'm just gonna wait for Shoryu to advance the plot a bit, as my character isn't really interacting with anypony. BTW, nice sketch Strudel.
Darth Quadro said
Care to dance?


U fkn wot m8. I kno wut ur up 2.
Boreal Dusk


Although I didn't take too kindly to this other unicorn trying to toy with me, I managed to dismiss his ramblings on the grounds that he immediately began playing some obnoxious tune with his instrument. I hated the acoustic guitar, as its intonation caused it to usually ruin songs that only relied on the instrument. This pony's tune was no exception. The song had no defined flow to it, even though the vocals were performed well. I then noticed the hulking pony with the metal armor receive a cloak from the two recruiters, obviously due to the liability caused by being so easily noticeable, as they mentioned to him directly.

Another pony fell into a drunken stupor after yelling something nigh unrecognizable. Although not much attention was payed to him, due to the fact that another musical number was being performed by that black abomination of a creature. However, I had other things on my mind, as I noticed I was rather low on caps. But that could easily be remedied, as I remembered about the stallion who was on the floor, unconscious. I trotted over to help him, and I was aided by another stallion sporting a very fine mustache. I could tell he was a regular to this place, due to how he looked accustomed to moving stallions. After we not-so-gently placed him outside, he turned to face me, "This yur bud?" he asked. I nodded solemnly. He didn't question me any further, he simply grunted and went back inside the tavern. This gave me a perfect window of opportunity to steal what I could from whoever this was. I stole about 53 bottlecaps from him, although I made sure to leave a note saying: I'm so sorry I took your caps, I'll be sure to repay you soon!

Even when I left a note, I still felt burdened by the guilt. Although I could always get a drink to cheer myself up a bit. As I re-entered the tavern, the black thing was in the middle of his own routine. It was much more professional than that douchebag, as this song actually had a good rhythm and musical progression. A very powerful piece, although not really tailored to my tastes, that I could appreciate. However, I noticed that one stallion in particular was getting rather close to another mare, as he took off the cloak covering her head and whispered a compliment to her. He then asked her for a dance, although I didn't pay much mind to them after that, as I moved to the bartender and asked for some Sunrise Sarsaparilla. He made haste to give me the drink and didn't even count how many caps I had given, as he turned out to be more preoccupied with the singing creature, noticing that some of his patrons were getting rather disgruntled with this uncalled for performance. I moved to a rather secluded part of the room, although still close to the recruiters. It was only proper that my 'safe area' was near those who I shared common goals with.

My mind once again thought about the mare and the overtly seductive stallion, who seemed to be pushing their relationship foreword, obviously trying to get what was behind that cloak. I chuckled as I levitated my Sarsaparilla to take a sip, "Date rape, much?" I whispered to myself quietly.
Sweet, Shoryu posted. BTW Shoryu, I know your character is a thestral, but my character probably hasn't seen too many of those in his lifetime. Since I was doing it in first person, I go by my character's view of the world. Although that voice thing did confuse me, sorry about that. Anyway, I'll be sure to edit my old post and also make a new one shortly.
Hmm, should I post or let someone else post first?
We need more posts!
Boreal Dusk


The tavern was noisy, too loud for my tastes, even though I had learned to tolerate such volume. The ponies that frequented this place were rowdy and short-tempered, which could prove to be a rather problematic combination. I stood across from where most of the commotion was, in a corner away from where they were recruiting. I was able to blend in seamlessly, or, rather, as best as I could. I was waiting for an opportunity where I could easily procure a role in the caravan without having to wait in a congested crowd of banal mercenaries. Most of them wore low grade stuff, good choice, mobility was key when in a caravan. Too much weighing you down and you could lag behind, but too little protection left you vulnerable to attacks. I noticed two guns for hire wore raider clothes, fucking idiots. Raiders almost always failed at protection, with their smudged and torn patches of leather loosely held together by rotten cloths, it was one of the many shortcomings of raider culture. The arrogance that the latest chem you took or the adrenaline rush given to you by a battle will stop you from dying isn't an ideal relied on by more civilized ponies.

Then I noticed an odd figure walking into the tavern. A crystal pony, no less, fully clad in refined metal armor. He was a hulking figure, a giant of a pony, but his movement lacked any grace or forethought, and the armor probably didn't help. I noticed him take a look at the poster, then go towards the two recruiters. Whoever was found in this stallions way made sure to move over while he made his way over to the other corner. Afterwards, however, I noticed somepony else enter the tavern. From what I could tell, it looked like some malnourished dark blue coated pegasus dedicated to dressing dapper in situations where it really isn't needed.

Then, another pony joined the fray. A hooded figure, so it was difficult to see any distinguishing features from where I was standing, but it moved with purpose. It stopped to check the caravan advertisement before heading to join the rest of the mercenary conglomerate. I had figured that this would be an opportune moment to sneak over and sign up for the caravan company.

I moved over to where the recruiters were standing, making sure to bob and weave my way past anypony that stood in my way. As I reached the two recruitment ponies, I saw they were conversing with each other, but abruptly stopped once they noticed me.

"Yes, I wou--" I began softly, but was cut off when some loud-mouthed mercenary sporting combat armor cut in front of me and started asking all these nonsensical questions, like 'How long is the trip?", or "Will we make frequent stops?" to which the two focused on making answers as abrupt as possible. This jackass was in the middle of a sentence when I tapped his flank to get his attention. "Umm, I was in front of you, I thi--" I start once more, my voice rather quiet, but the fuckwit doesn't take the hint as he starts turning on me now. "Who the fuck do you think you are?! I was tryin to get some work done, go fuck yourself, dillweed, and leave me alone!" he starts blabbering, but, fortunately, he had gathered enough attention for the two recruiters to step in.

"Yeah, sir, I think you should let this guy talk to us, then we'll answer your questions." says the one with the green mane. I blushed a bit, embarrassed by how I had to let a stranger solve my own problems. The jackass alternates from glaring at me and at the two recruiters, then storms off, obviously flustered. I manage to successfully get myself recruited into the Caravan company, even with my social issues and my ability to start conflict so easily.
Still tho, I wanna see some derpy dialogue from him
Dat low intellect character

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