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Post by sonofifrit on Mar 27, 2012 21:34:35 GMT -5
Gear Motioned for Zircon to follow him to the ship. "No, it's no where close to being finished. I got most of the parts after alot of patience. I just need a few more big pieces and some more smaller pieces, then I need to fix up the steam engines to run the wings and propellers on the ship. So needless to say this thing still has Alot that needs done." As he made it to the ship he went to a wooden platform and got on it. Near the platform was a tall metal pole that's connected to the ship the pole was in the center of the platform their were also four ropes on the platform that were tied to a connector that had rope attached to the ship. Gear motioned for Zircon. "Step on the platform. I guarantee you that it's safe."
Meanwhile the caravan was getting closer to Hoofington. They were taking a break after some trouble with the group.
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Post by Zircon on Apr 8, 2012 0:53:18 GMT -5
As Gear explained the contraptions and such that this ship contained, Zircon's tail swayed side to side idly. While his expression conveyed being interested in what Gear was saying, and his head was bobbing, he really couldn't have been more un-interested.
No, his mind was elsewhere, dancing around the edges of the topic. Pondering questions like; How long would it take to be finished? And how hard would it be to steer it? After all, if Zircon was going to try and steal the ship, he'd need to know these things.
Maybe he could benefit from working under this grease-headed pony after all..
As Gear motioned for Zircon to step onto the platform, Zee wrinkled his nose somewhat. But after another moment, and a calculating sniff at the platform, he shrugged softly, smiled at Gear, and stepped onto the platform.
"This is veeery fascinating, yes! Gear pony will tell Zee more of the Ship, won't he? What will Zee be doing to be helping?" He inquired, scratching at his paws. These cheap--well, free--hoof covers were scratchy.
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Post by gingersnap on Apr 26, 2012 14:38:30 GMT -5
"There have also been sightings..." Shift spoke around a mouthful of salad. They were now eating at GingerSnap's home. She had managed to get the kitchen cleaned. She had paused deep worry starting to prick at her mind as the colt kept speaking.
But why the worry, Shift? Surely they cannot be all that bad? She was speaking of course, of recently sightings of a large diamond dog. Paw prints had been found, but most had been dismissed as nonsensical ravings and spoken in hush tones late at night in farmer's living rooms. Shift's jaw dropped, "Not that bad?! If Diamond Dogs are here they would dig under the fields looking for their gems! That would kill all our hard work! Not to mention no dog ever liked a pony!"
GingerSnap had to give it to the colt, a farmer's son's life had given him a realistic outlook on the situation, but also a cold hard outlook on anything different. The Brown Mare's worry began to grow, maybe the discrimination was not over, even after all the war. She bit her tongue resolving that once this place was up and running they could see not every dog was bad, just like not every pony is inherently good.
Her green eyes screwed over to the clock hanging on the wall, It's getting late, Shift. Thank you for the tour around town, but I don't want you getting into trouble. Shift pushed his bowl towards her, "Well thank you for lunch. Let me know if you ever need a test subject!"
Ginger smiled and opened the door for him. As she watch the young colt bound over the snowdrifts towards his home, she realized how complicated things were going to get.
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