Forty-Third Shower - [Action]

[thalassashells]

[Hey. How ya doing? Are you out in the village today? Then you might notice a certain redhead dressed a bit differently than her usual attire running through the village with a satchel at her side. She darts around a corner, hiding for a few minutes before peering around to make sure she's not being followed and she sneaks back out into the middle of the village square. She'll be wandering around, casually glancing for new places to hide and guarding that satchel.]

Welllll...looks like the brothers just couldn't keep up. [She'll pat her satchel, making sure her prize is still inside.] Guess that means I'll hold onto this for safe keeping.

This place just got a little busier, didn't it?

[Perfect for an attempt to blend in, in fact. So you may run into her as she's prowling the village, also making sure there aren't any wanted posters. Oh, and don't mind her trying to get her smolder on around you fine people. Who knows, maybe on her walk she'll accidentally run into a princess or three, or even the authorities.

Let's hope it's not the palace guards.]

Comments

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

[Man, not this again.]

There aren't hue-mans in Equestria. Just ponies, and it's not like we're living in barns.

[meteorical]

Hey, I can't help it if I think it's weird. It's not like the ponies I know are like...you know. [More hand gestures. Have some.]

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

[Guuuh! She's just getting distracted.

Okay, sword back in mouth, time to chaaarge!]

[meteorical]

Whoa! Bad pony, bad! [Dodging again! And running to try and outrace Dash.

Yeah, good luck with that.]

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

[She's just gonna... try and scoop up the satchel, if all else fails. Must return to its rightful place!]

[meteorical]

[She'll just try to beat Dash on the head with it. Sorry.]

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Ack!

[Great, now she's dropped her sword. Thanks a lot, Kairi.]

[meteorical]

[She just smirks.] Think I win.

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Not so fast!

[Scooping that sword back up and digging one of her hooves into the ground. She's a stubborn pony, isn't she?]

[meteorical]

Now what?

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

I'm not stopping 'til you drop the satchel. Maybe I could turn you in for good measure!

[meteorical]

I still think you've got the wrong person, lady.

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

... Actually, I think you're right.

[Pfff, dropping the sword.]

I mean, I'm not even a palace guard. And since when do I carry a weapon around? I don't need it.

[But. Experimental urges! She has them.]

[meteorical]

...maybe you should give it to me then. You know, for safe keeping and stuff.

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Hah! I'm not falling for that.

[Maybe it's just her experimental mentality talking. Hard to say.]

[meteorical]

Falling for what? I'm not trying to trick you or anything. [Darn you, horse.]

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Suuure you aren't. And who says you're not gonna try and get me with that sword?

[She's onto you, lady.]

[meteorical]

..are you kidding? I don't believe in pony murder.

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, I wasn't gonna try and kill you, either! Just... take you in. You know, lock you up, let the royals take care of things.

[meteorical]

And by take care of things, you mean let them kill me. Yeah, no thanks.

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Why would they do something like that?

[Ponylogic taking over again.]

Maybe banish you, but isn't killing kinda harsh?

[meteorical]

...no, not really. It's a long story.

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

[Guh. She shakes her head.]

Anyway, you're coming with me, like it or not.

[meteorical]

No way. You can't make me.

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Then I guess we're gonna have to do this the hard way!