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Reaching the Borders of New Self; Amberine/Paint Brush
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Topic Started: Aug 25 2012, 04:19 PM (1,601 Views)
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Amber Moon
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Aug 26 2012, 04:03 PM
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"Spicy... Pasta? Sounds... delicious... and smells... delicious..." - her eyes changed to red.
Indeed, from the days of war, the only taste Amber was remembering besides blood and sweat - and the only taste he was really enjoying - was the spicy taste of "Dragonstone", a common rock found in the desert, used to sharpen the blades and... as a non-debilitating anesthesia, useful during lingering struggles to help the injured warriors forget about the pain (Planting its specific, spicy taste on their tongues... most Avians were additionally falling into rage, being unable to get rid of burning dust from their beaks).
Once Commander Steelwing told him: You better befriend that taste, pony, for you're going to feel it many, many times in the real fields of battle...
Well. Amber took his words too literally.
"M-maybe... maybe I'll just g-give it a try... but I'm not hungry..." - the growl of her stomach told a bit another thing...
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Paint Brush
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Aug 26 2012, 04:16 PM
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Brush gave a small smile when she heard Amber's stomach growl. "I...don't think your stomach agrees Amber." Brush then poured some of the pasta into a bowl and put a fork in it. She then pushed it towards Amber. "Here you go. It is tasty."
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Amber Moon
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Aug 26 2012, 04:27 PM
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"A note to self. Kill my stomach with extreme cruelty when not needed anymore." - She dropped her head to graze the dish.
Daira... looks soooo good...
"How did you actually know I like... spicey... food? Most ponies would throw chocolate at me if they cared to cheer me up... " - she ask, now locking her still a bit untrusting gaze of blue in Brush's eyes.
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Paint Brush
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Aug 26 2012, 05:14 PM
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"Actually, I didn't." Brush said. "That is what I had in the kitchen and I make spicy pasta a lot for my brother and sister. It's what I like to eat when... well when I'm sad. It tends to cheer me up. So I thought it might cheer you up. And I can get you some chocolate if you want some."
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Amber Moon
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Aug 26 2012, 05:25 PM
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"Only if you want me to smother you with it... I-I-I m-mean, no, thanks, I'm h-happy... with... anything." - she told, knowing it's rather I'm angry with anything...
"I knew you're not living here by your own... care to tell me where the hell have you brought me to?" - trying to be as polite as she only could, Amberine asked, her eyes changing to purple. The smell of... spiiicy... paasta... spinned in her nose.
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Paint Brush
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Aug 26 2012, 05:57 PM
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"Oh well you are in my house where my brother Film and sister Biankha live. The house is in-between Whitetail Wood and the park where I found you." She then poured herself a bowl of pasta. "I would eat your pasta before it gets cold." She then started to eat. Unbeknownst to her, a noodle got stuck on her snout.
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Amber Moon
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Aug 26 2012, 06:15 PM
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"Um, yeah..." - she was rather proving the pasta, trying to fight with its... sooo tasty... scent... and look...
"Good to know. Anyway, I... should head home... I mean... n-not now, but when we're done with this... mmmm... paaasta..." - a mighty thunder stroke somewhere close by, sending pure, electric sound of air cut by pure power before hitting the ground with wild roar.
"Beautiful manifest of destruction, won't you agree?" - she asked, slowly losing to the hunger.
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Paint Brush
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Aug 26 2012, 06:59 PM
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"Do you mean the thunder? Yea It is kind of awe inspiring. It is nature showing it's true power." Outside it then starts to hail. "And I don't think you will be leaving for awhile. It's not safe to go flying in a hail storm." Brush then noticed that Amber was not eating. She pushed the bowl closer to her. "Come on. Eat. You know you want to?" The noodle was still on Brush's snout.
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Amber Moon
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Aug 26 2012, 07:05 PM
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"Yea, I, um..." - she raised her head, noticing the nuddle... hanging out of her mouth... - "Um, I don't want to be a rudemare... bah. I am da rudemare. You've got something... here." - she pointed the place on her mouth, eyes changing to yellow.
"Hailstorm, don't make me laugh. I can take a nice, relaxing flight in such weather. Those hail lumps are not even sharp! What a challenge for an Ace Striker should it be, then!?" - she raised her voice a bit, but then lowered her head, playing with the fork for a moment and finally grabbing one noodle wth it, examining it closer with her violet eyes.
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Paint Brush
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Aug 27 2012, 12:35 PM
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Brush placed a hoof to where Amber was pointing. She was surprised when she felt a noodle on her snout. She then quickly wiped it away and slightly blushed. "Um...Thank you."
'Why the buck am I blushing?' She thought.
"I really don't think that would be safe to do. What if one hits your wing? you could get pelted to death!" Just then a sharp hail block the size of a baseball hit the window cracking it and scrapping it.
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Amber Moon
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Aug 27 2012, 02:51 PM
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"The hell was that!" - Amberine almost launched herself to the air. - "A... h-hail of that size!?"
Hailstorm was something quite... unknown sight to Amber. He has only encountered it twice in his life, and it was still odd to him. How can such heavy chunks of ice be held in fluffy, light clouds!?
Amberine slowly approached the window. Another of her mane ribbon hit the floor, but she was not aware of it.
"Wait a minute... " - she begun, watching the hailstorm of sharp shards outside. - "...weird way of sudden appearing in here... strange tea... extraordinary amount of care... the food that suits my personal taste... storm... hailstorm... and now this, when I've mentioned that it's fortunatelly NOT sharp..."
She turned his head to the Unicorn... surely not amused...
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Paint Brush
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Aug 27 2012, 03:14 PM
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"GAH!" Brush said as she fell out of her chair when the hail hit. She got up quite fussy. "See? This is actually why I told Film to by those storm windows. You can never trust what happened in this town. One day it's giant hail. The next... bucking Discord.*grumble*" Brush then walked up to the window. "Dang. I'm gonna have to call somepony when this storm ends." She then looked down and saw the ribbon. She picked it up. "Hey Amber. You dropped your...." She then saw the look on Amber's face. "Hey what's wrong?"
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Amber Moon
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Aug 27 2012, 03:19 PM
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Her electric-blue eyes forecasted trouble...
"You can never trust what happened in this town, y'say..." - she made one, sure step in her direction, her teeth clenched in anger. - "So maybe YOU will tell me what is going on... Evilcorn!?"
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Paint Brush
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Aug 27 2012, 03:26 PM
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"I don't know." Brush said. "My best guess would be that the weather team lost control of a weather pattern or it came out of the Everfree... wait? What did you just call me?"
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Amber Moon
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Aug 27 2012, 03:29 PM
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"Or maybe you've helped it..." - shes hissed, approaching her and striking her horn with one hoof.
"You've got twenty seconds to explain yourself. Or you'll lose that pretty horn... and your limbs..."
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