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Post by watcher on Sept 28, 2011 16:53:54 GMT -5
Nimble turns towards the new customer in his shop. "Hello, can you hold on just a minute?" Turning back to Apple Cider, "That book would be fifteen bits, please." Then he turns back to the new pony, who looked a little impatient. "Okay, Welcome to Textual Treasures, I'm Nimble Mind, but you can call me Nimble. What can I help you with today?"
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Post by applecider on Sept 28, 2011 18:06:47 GMT -5
Apple Cider nodded in agreement of the price and calmly sipped her tea as she saw the new pony. "Howdy there," she said, "Nice to see another pony. My name's Apple Cider. What's yer name?"
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Post by kuruka on Sept 28, 2011 19:51:28 GMT -5
Kuruka waited patiently while the other ponies settled on a price. She'd learned long ago that interruptions only created delays. "Okay, Welcome to Textual Treasures, I'm Nimble Mind, but you can call me Nimble. What can I help you with today?" Kuruka forced herself to slow down and relax. No sense tying her tail in knots. "I need maps of Everfree Forest. You have?" The other pony sipped her tea. "Howdy there, nice to see another pony. My name's Apple Cider. What's yer name?" The smell of tea tempted Kuruka's senses, but she never forgot her manners. "I am Kuruka, new militia captain in Hoofton. It is a pleasure to meet you, Apple Cider and Nimble." She dipped her head in an acknowledging bow, being careful to keep her wings at an unnoticeable angle and closing her eyes to miss seeing her tattooed stripes. It was so difficult when one's own body reminded one of her dear family and infuriating past all at once. "I would much like to stay and speak with you, but today I have dedicated to learning the lay of land here in Hoofton. This is why I need maps. Perhaps tomorrow?" "
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Post by watcher on Sept 28, 2011 20:58:05 GMT -5
Nimble listened to Kuruka's inquiry, and immediately grabs a large box full of scrolls. "We got several maps here, from political world, to geographic and topographical. Feel free to pick out whatever you need, they should be labeled, and feel free to stop by when you have free time, company is always pleasant."
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Post by applecider on Sept 29, 2011 11:21:14 GMT -5
"Well shoot," Apple Cider said to Kuruka's reply, "If ya need the lay of the land in Hoofington, I can help ya with that as well as a map. I been born and raised in Hoofington and only a few years ago moved to Appleoosa. Still I always return to my roots here, and nothing much has changed each time I come back. If you'd like, I can show ya around sometime."
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Post by kuruka on Sept 29, 2011 19:31:47 GMT -5
Kuruka smiled in spite of herself at the ponies' helpfulness. For a moment, she had forgotten that these ponies didn't have as much, if any, tribal prejudice. It was nice to have such a fresh start. She looked inside of Nimble's box and selected one map of each type while replying to Apple Cider's offer. "I would much like that, Bi Cider. I do have all of today to make myself familiar with Hoofton. When your time allows you, I am free." She turned to Nimble. "How much do I pay you?"
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Post by watcher on Sept 30, 2011 8:53:17 GMT -5
"Please, there is no need to pay. These maps are old, and I only have these ones, but I can make you a copy real quick."[/purple] Nimble starts to concentrate on the scrolls, magic gathering on his horn. After a few moments, he casts a spell, and a loud pop and bright flash fills the room.
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Post by applecider on Sept 30, 2011 13:46:16 GMT -5
"Well, I'm on vacation here at Hoofington fer a few days, so I can help ya any day ye want. I know this place like the back of mah hoof. Oh I almost forgot." She then searched in her saddle bag and found fifteen bits to pay for the book. "Thank you fer the book. I'm gonna be stayin here fer some time to at more of these books, unless of course ye need me now Kuruka."
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Post by kuruka on Sept 30, 2011 21:33:23 GMT -5
Kuruka jumped visibly at the pop and flash of Nimble's horn, landing in a stance ready to ward off anything that might be attacking them. It took a moment before she could relax enough to remind herself that unicorns used magic. Trying desperately not to blush, Kuruka attempted to answer the other ponies, but only a squeak came out of her mouth. Kuruka cleared her throat and tried again. "Th-thank you, Nimble. Your offer is very generous. You will let me know what I can do to repay you, yes?" She added as she watched Apple Cider pass a few bits in exchange for her own book. "...Unless of course ye need me now Kuruka." Kuruka snapped back to attention. "I suppose there will be a wait for the maps, and I cannot do much until then... and I do not wish to interfere with your vacation, Cider. I could stay here for a moment or two, I guess." She grinned. "My first day here. I have not yet met whomever I will report to, and getting to know the town is part of my duties. That includes ponies, of course." Kuruka hoped she had reasonably composed herself. The last few minutes she had acted like the ignorant filly she really was. A serious mask restructuring was in order.
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Post by watcher on Sept 30, 2011 22:00:05 GMT -5
Nimble chuckles at Kuruka's startled reaction"Hehe, sorry about that, and don't worry about the payment for those scrolls, I have plenty of them, and I can copy as many as I could ever need. And thank you, Apple Cider, for your patronage, it is very much appreciated."
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Post by zasknu on Sept 30, 2011 23:12:50 GMT -5
Crunch... crunch... crunch...
The echo of the snow compressed under her hooves resonated in Aestella's mind, keeping her calmed as she studied the unfamiliar town around her. The young mare shivered in the cold, as loose snow to fall from her back. "This was a mistake," Aestella thought to herself, "I should never have left home". She shook her head, forcing more snow from her head and mane. "No, I planned for this, I can find my place here..." As Aestella observed the town she shivered again, the cold finally taking its toll after minutes of being stationary in the middle of the road. She sighed, and began to walk, not too quickly, further into the town when a flash of light bursts forth from a nearby store. Aestella flinched at the light, the suddenness of the spectacle breaking her concentration. Despite her better judgment, she turned to the store and began to walk towards it. "I'm going to regret this... I should just turn, and leave... I'm sure I can find someone else to get out of the snow..." However, she found herself standing right outside of the door. She heard voices from within, at least two maybe more, though she was too unfocused to tell for sure. Aestella stood by the door for no more than a minute trying to form plans for how to talk to these strangers when snow began to fall again. She shivered once more, and the chill finally got the better of her, with her mind focused on the ticking from the watch on her foreleg she took a step inside-
"...And thank you, Apple Cider, for your patronage, it is very much appreciated."
Aestella suddenly found herself in the doorway of the bookstore, staring at the three ponies already in conversation, her concentration shattered by the realization that she'd have to talk to somebody new. The mare lifted a foreleg to go further into the store, opened her mouth to provide some sort of greeting, but could go no further. The panic in her mind destroyed all plans she had made for initial contact, and Aestella, still covered in fresh snow, froze in the doorway of Textual Treasures.
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Post by thepatriot on Sept 30, 2011 23:53:29 GMT -5
HELLOOOOO? Anypony out here?? Quillson trudged on through the empty snow covered street of Hoofington. The snwoflakes fell slowly around him, masking the buildings in the distance with a blanket of white fluff. His breath puffed out from his face with every shallow breath in the cold exterior air. A bit cold and shivering, he noticed fresh set of hoof prints in the snow ahead of him. Nodding to himself, Quillson stepped on.
After a few minutes of walking Quillson stopped out in front of a shop. The snow masked any visible signs that may have given away the store's nature, but he didn't care. What mattered to him was relief from the cold weather. A bit of light shone from the windows, illuminating the snow around the base of the structure. He pressed on through the falling walls of snow, eventually seeing the silhouette of a pony in the open doorway. Hey there! Hello?
Perhaps it was the weather that made the pony not here him, Quillson wasn't sure. So he marched on up to the store, stopping behind who he could now tell was a young Unicorn mare standing firmly in the doorway. Appraoching from behind, Quillson tapped her on the side with an extended hoof. Excuse me, is everything all right?
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Post by applecider on Oct 1, 2011 11:56:45 GMT -5
"Well Kuruka you don' have ta worry about mah vacation. I always make it a habit to meet new ponies whereever I go, especially when I'm in mah hometown. I'm just gonna look at one more area here to see what books are there and I'll be able to help ya look around Hoofington."
Apple Cider was about to turn and look at an area of the bookstore when she saw a pony standing in the door of the store covered in snow. Next to her was a colt with a concerned look on his face. "Hey are you two alright? Ya both look like yall saw a ghost or somethin.' Why don't yall come in here and out of the cold an the snow."
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Post by watcher on Oct 1, 2011 14:22:00 GMT -5
Nimble turned towards the door when he heard Apple Cider speak, and noticed the two ponies sitting outside of his shop, in the snow. "Oh my, are you two cold? Please come in, you shouldn't sit in this weather, it just is not healthy. I have some hot tea if you would like some, I made it myself. Come on in and make yourselves comfortable."
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Post by kuruka on Oct 2, 2011 14:24:14 GMT -5
Kuruka recognized immediately the symptoms of a nervous pony. Not that they were particularly subtle, but she felt especially attune, having felt the exact same way not two days ago. She tried to think of what she would have liked some pony to have done, what she would do for her baby sister, Amali when she came. The memory of Amali formed a lump in Kuruka's throat and she coughed quietly to get rid of it. She glanced up. It was clear attacking this pony with kindness would only worsen the situation. So she simply offered a smile and took in the details she could, spotting an interesting mechanical wristband above the filly’s hoof. “My, that is the most intriguing bracelet I’ve ever seen.” She said, placing her left front hoof forward to show her obsidian rings. “I have one, too, but mine is only useful for reminding me of my family. Perhaps you could show me what yours does?”
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