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Post by puckbuckworth on Oct 27, 2011 6:54:19 GMT -5
"Tiny little broken'corn, brown and tan of mane, hapless little broken-horn, will he hath no fame?" Puck chanted out loud to nobody, as he rifled around his room, throwing about clothes and books. "The world hath striken me a cruel blow. The heavens themselves may weep with the misfortione fate hath dealt mineself. Yet should'st I hide from it? Should I be but the timidest and shiest of ponies!?"
Puck emerged from underneath his unmade bed with a pair of saddlebags on his back and a book held open on top of his head. "Nay, I say unto that, for I, Puck Buckworth, scribe of the noble court of Canterlot, am nonetheless vested with duty! A small member of the court be'ith a member of the court nonetheless. The day is wide with tales, and I shall seek them out the way the noblest of knights seeks adventure!"
Puck threw open the door of his room and crossed the small, quaint cottage, shouting. "I'm going out to find stories, Mom!"
"Be back by lunchtime!" came the motherly shout from the open cottage door.
Puck quickly trotted through the city, stopping at times to obscure himself behind a pole, or under a hay wagon. He poked his head out, the book still affixed to the top of his head bouncing about with every practiced sweep of his neck.
"Now, which pony around here hath a tale worth telling?" Puck said quietly to himself.
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Post by apporta on Oct 27, 2011 10:22:05 GMT -5
Apporta walked through the streets of Canterlot on a break from her duties training in the Equestria Military. It was nice getting out to see the city she had grown up in and knew so well she could walk it blindfolded.
As she traveled down the streets, she noticed a cvery strange sight. There was a small pony, almost foal like in size but having a cutie mark, bobbing and weaving through the street. The pony would often standing behind something or going under something as if he was trying to hide from somepony. "I wonder what that's all about," Apporta said as she watched the pony. Finally she decided to introduce herself. She walked up to the pony as he was hiding behind a bench. "Um hello? Are you ok?"
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Post by puckbuckworth on Oct 27, 2011 12:30:29 GMT -5
"Shh!" Puck said sticking his head out from behind the bench. He ducked back down, then re-emerged inside of the hay wagon, momentarily possessing a hay beard and mustache before ducking back in and poking his head up outward to the side. The book on his head still bounding about.
"Great deeds are afoot..." He said, whispering to the unicorn. "The scene but a humble Canterlotian street corner. Yet in just a moment willist conspire to bring about adventures both marvelous and mundane, fair and fowl, proud and weak..."
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Post by apporta on Oct 27, 2011 14:01:04 GMT -5
Apporta looked at the unicorn strangely. The unicorn's horn seemed broken which made Apporta shudder. Horns, though durable, could be broken, leaving the unicorn without magic. But what was even more strage was the fact that this pony was talking as if he was expecting something to happen. Had this pony gone mad, possibly from the loss of his horn?
"Um... I don't know about great deeds being done, but I know these streets as I've lived here all my life. My name is Apporta. What's your name?"
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Post by puckbuckworth on Oct 27, 2011 19:11:19 GMT -5
"I be but humble Puck...Puck Buckworth, scribe of Canterlot." Puck said, his head tilting sideways. "While it is a truism thou hath galloped these streets many times it taketh a keen eye to observe the excitement which harbors these streets from sunrise to sunset."
Puck gave a pause, his ears raising and his eyes brightening as he saw a dog run up and latch its teeth onto a pony's leg.
"Dog bites pony. That is no story..."
Then the pony reared back, picking up the dog's tail between its teeth, trying to hoist it up unto the air so it will let go of his leg.
"Pony bites dog! That beith a fine story!" Puck pulled a parhment and a quill from his saddlebag and rapidly began to scribble away.
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Post by apporta on Oct 27, 2011 19:54:45 GMT -5
"So, Puck, you watch ponies and write about them. Do you write them for royalty as you said you are a scribe, or do you create stories about what you see?" Apporta was interested in how this pony could just write stories based on things happening at the very moment. She hoped asking this would help understand the pony more.
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Post by puckbuckworth on Oct 27, 2011 22:13:51 GMT -5
"It depends." Puck said, finally trotting somewhat out of hiding. "The world beith rife with adventure, but be it that which you find it to be yourself, or that which you might impart with ponykind is always a hard task to divine." Puck nodded sagely. "I hath done a bit of one or the other in mine time as a scribe. Here." Puck whisked the book off his head, landing it neatly at Apporta's feet. "Mine own ideas are often gathered in these fantasy tales of knighthood...They are't merely fiction, but nonetheless as truthful as we stand on this street."
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Post by apporta on Oct 28, 2011 7:02:32 GMT -5
Apporta levitated the book given to her into the air and opening it up began to read, occasionally flipping through the pages using her telekinesis. "You certainly have a wonderful way of telling stories, puck. I like how you use everything around you in your stories, no matter if the stiory is fiction or entirely true. I think that you have found your talent in this. Have you considered actually having these stories in a library?"
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Post by puckbuckworth on Oct 28, 2011 20:39:49 GMT -5
"Um....Well.......Um..." Puck stammered, suddenly looking down and away from the unicorn, and suddenly looking a lot less confident, lowering his head and putting his hooves in, deflating like a balloon.
Then his stomach growled.
"Forsooth, I did recall that mine mother wished me to return forthwith for the afternoon's repast. If thou would'st like you may come along. Mother enjoys the company, plus she maketh the finest pumpkin soup."
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Post by apporta on Oct 29, 2011 10:37:11 GMT -5
Apporta saw the reaction of Puck when mentioning him publishing his stories. "Oh, I'm sorry Puck. I didn't mean upset you. That was just a sugggestion. You can do whatever you want with your stories." Hearing Puck mention lunch made Apporta realize that she too was hungry. "If it isn't much trouble for your mother to have a guest over that would be nice."
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Post by bygoneera on Oct 29, 2011 11:58:46 GMT -5
Bygone was trotting slowly through the city of Canterlot, the streets a little less crowded than usual, making the history student a bit more chipper than he already was. He'd just finished a really important paper about the ancient Equestrian hero, Destrier, and now he had nothing to do. It was glorious.
The brown stallion was taking his time and enjoying the scents and sights and sounds of the various shops around the city. He was about to stop in at an apple-vendor's cart when he noticed a familiar face amongst the ponies in the street.
Is that Apporta over there? I haven't seen her in a while... I still owe her one from when she helped me out with my box. I should say hi to her, see how she's doing.
Bygone approached the blue unicorn; when he was almost right next to her, he saw she was already talking with another pony, a short brown colt. With a start, Bygone realized that this brown pony had lost his horn.
I'm not alone... other unicorns have lost their horns, too! Not that that's a good thing, but... you know.
Still reeling, bu not wanting to interrupt anything, Bygone waited for a lull in their conversation before jumping in.
"H-hey, Apporta. How's it going? And, uh... who's this pony?"
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Post by puckbuckworth on Oct 30, 2011 9:18:20 GMT -5
"Who's this pony?" Puck's neck craned back, looking offended. "Thou speakest to a meager yet patron of thy queen's court. Can'st one with a position of mine stature not be so easily recognized by the common foal....Could thou make such a mistake before even a princess?" Puck then blinked, and suddenly broke into a very broad grin. "That beith another fine story!" Puck instantly whipped out his pin and parchment and quickly jotted down the idea.
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Post by apporta on Oct 30, 2011 13:48:24 GMT -5
"Oh hello Bygone," Apporta said immediately after recognizing the unicorn with the missing horn, "It has been a while since we last met, hasn't it? How have you been?" Apporta then realized that Puck was there, having almost forgot. "Oh Bygone this is Puck Buckworth. I met him just a little earlier before you showed up. Puck, this is Bygone Era."
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Post by bygoneera on Oct 30, 2011 16:06:18 GMT -5
Okay... so maybe "who's this pony" wasn't exactly the best introduction. Shucks, why didn't I just ask him? He's right in front of me. And hay, is he speaking in Middle Equestrian? I can't believe anypony still speaks that...
Bygone was a little annoyed at the colt's use of "common foal", but more so at the insultingly informal use of 'thou'. Seriously, if ponies were going to speak archaically, they could at least get it right! He decided to ignore it for the present, though. "So, Puck, you work for the Princess? That seems pretty interesting; what do you do? And, uh, do you always speak in Middle Equestrian? Just curious, you know."
"Well, Apporta, I've just finished up a really long paper, so... all things considered, I'm doing great! Anything new on your end?"
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Post by puckbuckworth on Oct 31, 2011 8:38:18 GMT -5
As a scribe of the court of Canterlot, it be important to embody the most noble of its rituals, the voice of the old court beith just one." Puck said as a matter of fact, rolling up his scroll on the ground and putting it back into his saddlebag. His stomach growled again. "Hm...beg your pardon."
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