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A Very Special Hearts & Hooves Barthread; Tag: Wit, and any other ponies depressed on this, the finest of holidays
Topic Started: Feb 14 2013, 04:02 AM (185 Views)
Livewire
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Livewire lurked into the Twilight Tavern, on the recommendation of Stronghoof. He needed a drink to take his mind off of recent events. The pony that called himself Clandestine had suddenly appeared at the hybrid's door a few weeks ago, offering up a plan to end the Inspector's life once and for all. With a bit of skepticism, he agreed, and patiently waited for Clandestine to come back. Clandestine never did. Nopony ever did...

He'd been trying so hard to make friends in the past few monthes, and all they ever did was avoid him like the plague. He wasn't even that bad of a pony, in his mind. Outside of that piece of trash Wild Side, he didn't feel any kind of hate for any of the ponies in town. All he wanted was some sort of friendship to look forward to, but he figured that he'd kind of crossed that bridge when he took up killing and dissecting ponies for science. It was hard to be a medical genius sometimes...

For reasons unbeknowst to even him, Livewire hadn't even bothered putting on one of his illusionary disguises, and had entered the bar in his standard form; Horn, stripes, sunglasses, and cloak. The hybrid stalked to the bar, his head down, and ordered a gin and tonic to start his night off with. So far, nopony seemed to have assaulted him, so it wasn't likely that any of them knew who he was. This bar was on the outskirts of town, as it was.
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Silver walked with around ponyville just seething hatred. There was something about today, whose name she had forgotten, that was paining her to know end. She hated it, she hated how it go in the way of her work and just forced her away from the one way she could make money! Silver was poor after all and she needed every bit she could get.

Yet... she found herself walking towards the ponyville bar, muttering about how she HATED everything that moved. Something was in the air... a feeling that she couldn’t quite put her hoof on yet still angered her for some reason. She stormed inside and right up to the bartended. "GIMME A FUCKING DRINK!" she screamed into his face. The bartender, slightly intimidated by the large mare, quickly found a spare mug of had cider and gave it to Silver before scurrying off. Silver, in one swift stroke, chugged the entire mug. "Fuck this shit...." she muttered to herself before burrying her face into her hooves and crying. She just realized what today was and why she was so upset.

Today was Hearts and Hooves day and she was once again alone...
Always keep this hammer close, and let it be your tool of creation. -Her previous Blacksmith Master's last request of her.



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A few minutes later, a turquoise earth pony pushed open the door to the bar, looking around the dimly lit interior and noting how few patrons were in there on this day. It figures, it was Hearts and Hooves day after all. Snowflake would be out at a nightclub herself by the end of the day with Ma'lynn, and maybe even Mara if the two of them could convince her to go out. The probability of that happening was slim to none though, Mara was too busy with her hobbies to consider going out. Snow would remember to try though, the girl had been showing progress towards a social life, even if it was miniscule.

Snow had to get some time out of the flat though, she had burned supper yet again so badly that the smell was unbearable, so she was letting the place air out while both Mara and 'Lynn went off to do their own things. She needed a quiet place to think about things too, some things that were going to have to change for the three of them.

Hearing the noise of loud sobbing coming from the bar, Snow glanced over and let a confused look show on her face. The mare sitting at the bar had her face buried in her hooves and was bawling her eyes out. Snow could really only guess what her problem was, but perhaps it would be best not to sit next to the emotional one. "Roooooiiiigh'..." she said under her breath and looking around some more. The only other patron in the bar was what looked like a half zebra, half unicorn in a trench coat and sunglasses. Odd choice of clothing for the inside of a dark bar, but at least he wasn't crying loudly.

She walked up to the bar and sat down two stools away from him, making sure to put him in between Snow and the sad pony. The barkeep nodded to her, a silent question being asked of her, to which she responded, "Nothin' awl'cholic f'me t'day, Love, still koind'a early. 'f'Oi could ge' some salad'a somethin', tha' would be roigh' peachy a'ya." The barkeep nodded and wrote something down on a paper pad before walking to the kitchen to return in a few seconds, Snow smiling to him as she said, "Thanks Love."

While she waited for her food, she glanced to the strange hybrid that was sitting between her and the other mare, wondering if she had seen him around town before. She didn't think hybrids lived in Ponyville, but apparently she was wrong, maybe he will be interesting to chat with for a while, "S'how's i' goin' wi' you, love? Dun' think Oi've seen ya roun' befo'e."
Edited by Snowflake Frostfall, Feb 15 2013, 06:12 PM.
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Livewire was sitting at the booth when a silver-coated mare stomped her way up to the counter, and shouted profanities at the bartender in order to get a drink. Gods, she was a noisy one. Rude too. If he hadn't considered today to be his day off, he'd seriously think about drugging her drink and dragging her back to one of his labs to teach her some manners by the edge of a scalpel. For now though, he just wanted to drink away his problems, something made irritatingly harder when she started bawling her eyes out over something. Probably about being alone on Hearts and Hooves Day, he guessed.

As he prepared to sprinkle some sleeping powder into her drink, to be dissolved when the bartender refilled it, another mare walked into the bar, much more calmly, and sat on the other side of him a few seats away, seemingly attempting to avoid the crying mare. A fine idea, he thought. When she opened her mouth to talk though, it became apparent to him that he'd had a bit more to drink than he'd thought. Her heavy accent was nearly lost on the hybrid, but he managed to pick a few key words out that helped him understand. He nodded, and raised his glass over to her.

"It's going...average, friend. I can't say I'm surprised that you haven't seen me around. My name is Doctor Therapy. I live up in Ponyville Manor. Most of my patients come to me, which would account for why most aren't familiar with what I look like."
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Mayhem sat quietly in the corner of the bar, drinking a bottle of jack all by himself. Over the recent weeks he's became more and more noticed as he traveled, and normally he wouldn't mind being noticed for who he was, he honestly really loved it. But it began to wear on him, and started to hide his identity by wearing his hair back and covering it with a black leather cowboy hat; trying to go incognito but still keeping his metal persona alive. It didn't matter how he looked at this point, this old school metal stallion could wear a dress and still kick the ever loving piss out of you.

All these weird things began happening after he 'died', which was something he just signed off as a bad trip for himself, that was what made him go clean, for the most part, more of a hiatus on being bat shit insane with illegal substances. Mayhem's popularity seemed to increase, he had more obvious fans now and wasn't as underground anymore, something he would never admit, as he claimed to be world known. But now, he pretty much was, and on top of this increase in fame who he considered his friends seemed to melt away into nothing, just plain leaving him or Mayhem throwing them out after realizing they were fucking scumbags. This experience had changed him, you could say he'd grown up, but that wouldn't be the right way to say it at all.

Mayhem had tuned out the noise in the bar, as it became increasingly louder due to sobbing mares and thick accents. He looked his right as he took a large gulp of his bottle, seeing the new faces sitting at the bar. He pulled his hat lower over his face, letting the liquor hit him a little more. That's all he seemed to do anymore, is sit down and drink. There was nothing better to do anyway, other than to just play guitar for his own amusement, but that only went so far.

Suddenly he looked up, feeling something pulling his eyes upwards. There was an odd energy from down the bar. Mayhem's forleg began to itch. He looked down to see a glyph on it, glowing rather dimly. This was something he'd never really noticed before, mainly because it blended right in with his coat. Mayhem just groaned quietly, these weird things kept following him. It might just be the booze, or that shit really fucked me up...
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Silent Wit stumbled along. "Damndable.." He muttered in a drunken slur. "Shouldn't've had so much.. shouldn't be alone, either.. Just had to go off to war, leave me after I found you.. Rrr.. Explicit.." He was 'walking' toward the Twilight Tavern, a local bar which didn't have the most savory of characters. It was perfect, he was actually mad enough he could use a good fight, if one started. He doubted there'd be anything of the sort, considering there would be plenty of other lonely ponies.

As he stepped up to the bar's patio, he tripped and his glasses fell off, only to be stepped on by his recovering hoof. "Fuckdamnit.." He blinked, getting used to the incredibly blurry vision. "Not walking back.." He muttered as he walked in. It took him awhile, he wanted to avoid bumping into inanimate objects, but he moved up to the counter. "Cheap whiskey, two, dry." He downed the first immediately, then looked along the counter. A few conversations. He could hear a strange accent, and see an oddly green colored pony facing him. There were tears, too. Good.

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Livewire looked around the bar again, his heart jumping for a moment at who else he saw, one for excitement, and one for great excitement. Along with these two mares near him, there were also two unicorn stallions; A gray-coated one, familiar to his eye, and a brown-coated one, much more familiar to his eye. Luckily for the brown-coated Inspector Wit, who seemed to have lost his glasses, and was dead drunk, Livewire wasn't in the killing mood tonight. As easy of prey as the Inspector would make tonight, it just wouldn't be any fun to catch such a worthy adversary off guard like that.

The gray-coated unicorn at the end of the bar spelled a bit better conversation as it was. Livewire took his drink with him, and moved to a seat right next to the unicorn at the far end, smiling at his new seat neighbor. "Well, good day there, sir. I don't believe we've ever had the pleasure of meeting face to face."
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Snowflake nodded as this Doctor Therapy said he was doing well. Unfortunately, it was all he really said to her. Before she could really respond to him, he looked around, seeming to spot another stallion that he wanted to talk to, grabbed his drink and left, not even pausing to say farewell. That's fine. Maybe he just didn't want to talk to her. Not that it really mattered.

Her salad arrived and she ate it without another word, relishing the taste of the meal that was not burnt or undercooked in any way. When she was finished, she dropped a few bits on the counter to pay her tab before getting up and walking out, glancing over at the hybrid and his new company before she left. She had other places to be tonight on Hearts and Hooves day after all, Ma'Lynn was probably looking for her right now so that they could start hitting the clubs.

Leaving the run-down bar in the dust, she left without another word, earbuds in her ears as her music continued to play through the night.
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Mayhem spied another stallion enter out of the corner of his eye, this one already drunk off his ass, just looking to get even more wasted. Casually drinking was Mayhem's pass time, and while casual to him was extreme to others he still remembered the numerous times he had stumbled into bars looking for more liquid courage. He watched as the Zebra from down the bar made his way over to him. Mayhem pretended not to notice and continue to look straight ahead, absent-mindedly gulping a part of his bottle down.

The metalhead knew all about the incoming war, he saw it as his way out at one point so he could kick some ass and eventually get killed at some point. Unfortunately for him he was turned away due to his alcoholic and drug riddled past, so waiting and drinking for the war to come to him will have to do. His countries current enemy approached him, and while he didn't care to whom this stallions allegiances laid with, he wasn't really welcoming a conversation. Mayhem held no opinion on the war, he wasn't really into his worlds politics, he simply lived there.

But he continued to sit there, placing his bottle back on the counter still eyeing the far wall in front of him. Mayhem once again tuned out the Zebra's voice, not hearing his greeting one bit. He saw movement out of his eye again, the mare was leaving the bar after doing her business. "Your girl left." Mayhem said lowly before dragging his bottle back to his lips, the hard liquor surging through his throat as the bottle became closer and closer to its' thick glass bottom. He finally started to feel a buzz, but it was going to take a lot more for him to start talking funny.
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The fact that the blueish mare had left once he'd gotten up and walked away wasn't lost on him. True enough, it had been awfully rude of him to not even say any kind of goodbyes to a pony he'd just met, but there were matters at hoof that needed to be taken care of. "Hardly a mare of mine, good sir. We'd only just met for the same amount of time that you and I have met. Unlike her though, you already have a connection to me." He held up his foreleg to show Mayhem the same gray marking that had branded itself on the rocker's leg.

"The ever elusive Captured Mayhem, I presume? For somepony so famous and well known, I'm a bit surprised that I didn't come across you sooner in time. What's it been now? Six? Seven months perhaps? Ah, what am I saying? A drunken rockstar like yourself probably doesn't even remember what he did last week, am I right?" Livewire shrugged, knowing perfectly of Mayhem, but never actually having met him. There were plenty of tales to go around though. The doctor held out a hoof to the gray unicorn, fully expecting it to either be ignored, or smacked away. "Doctor Therapy, local medical practitioner, and brother of the Void." He said the last part of his sentence whispered, not wanting any of the other patrons to here, least of all the Inspector.
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A connection? Mayhem slowly turned towards the Doctor, his eyebrow crooked in interest and confusion. He looked down to the Zebra's hoof, eyeing the mark on his hoof curiously, he looked back and forth between his own and his new acquaintance. The unicorn mentally shrugged and turned his piercing gaze to the bartender and knocked his hoof on the counter, requesting another bottle for him and his 'brother.'

"So I'm not crazy?" Mayhem asked with a smirk and chuckle as his bottle's were delivered to his corner. He made no waste of time to quickly crack open the bottle and take a gulp of the first bottle. The bottle met the counter rather loudly, followed by a burning but refreshing sigh as Mayhem turned back to the Doctor. "Seven months ago I wouldn't be able to tell you what day it was. I wouldn't of even thought about answering you with any words, either spit or a heavy hoof would've been my answer." He chuckled deeply, leaning over the car, his forleg stretched across it for leverage.

"I'm a hard stallion to find these days."
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Livewire retracted his hoof, satisfied that his assumption of the unicorn not shaking it had been right. This Mayhem seemed to about fit the bill about what he'd heard of him though. A brash drunkard, though not as rude as had been said. In fact, all things considered, he was being as polite and agreeable as one could hope for one of Mayhem's...lifestyle. It would take a bit of work, but the unicorn could prove to be a worthwhile ally in any endeavors he had. Livewire still wasn't certain exactly which powers the Void had bestowed upon Mayhem, and that was something he aimed to learn.

"Oh, you're not crazy at all, brother Mayhem. Nor are you the only pony I've come across that has had a bit of trouble accepting what happened to them. Why, dear Zekiel used to be completely different, back before his time in service. Loyal, devout to the Equestrian princess of the night, and above most other things, quite the competent fighter. Truth be told, all of those things have only been amplified, with the exception of his devotion to a new mistress."

Livewire took another drink from his glass of gin, not wanting to delve into...whatever strong liquid Mayhem was drowning himself in. "So, tell me. Have you noticed any changes in the past few months? Perhaps some new strength, or ability that you didn't have access to before the 'incident'?"
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"Just a different kind of crazy." Mayhem said, playing it off as a joke though he felt their was truth in those words. Regardless that he made the truth bare, he still smirked about it, hiding this emotion deeply felt by him. The simple thought of hit made him instinctively turn back to his bottle and guzzle down an unnatural amount from it. Still nothing. he thought, turning the bottle in his hoof and checking to see if it was really the heaviest thing around at the moment, and evidently it was.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, and whoever Zekiel is I couldn't give a fuck less." Mayhem spoke rather bitterly as he reached into his vest a pulled out his pack of cigarette's. He began to magic one out and light it as he spoke: "If you don't know, I make music for a living, and have been more or less an underground sensation. Ponies loved me kicking their fucking faces in, but now it just seems to be a bunch of shit." He dragged on the cigarette, letting a new burn in his throat take over. "Simply, I'm not that underground anymore. Too popular for my liking and it takes every ounce of my restraint to keep me from punching any fan that fucking notices me."

He pulled the paper from his mouth, breathing the smoke out in a sigh. "I fucking hate everyone." Mayhem retreated the smoke to his mouth, taking it in again. "So yes, things are fucking weird."
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So, the unicorn had dodged his questioning of new powers or abilities. No matter. Such things weren't of much concern to him at the moment. Livewire ordered another gin and downed it right away, Tsikor materializing at his side cheerfully. Ah, at least he could count on Tsikor to be there for him through the hard times. That imaginary color wasn't real though, and the doctor required actual, living, breathing comrades in arms if he were to spend his days as any more than being bored, lying around the Manor, slowly becoming no better than the degenerate drunk that was Inspector Silent Wit. Speaking of such a pony, the good Inspector was still sitting across the bar with no glasses on. He'd have his turn yet.

"Sounds like somepony is having a bit of an identity crisis then. You wish to cause mayhem recklessly, but no longer can, thanks to your new-found fame. If you wish to lose that fame, you'll be on your own there. As for the mayhem, however, I have plenty of ideas, that could put your hate to good use. I know of another pony or two as well that would be thrilled to have somepony like you along as well. Think of it, my Captured brother. Absolute freedom, to return to what you once loved."
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"I guess?" Mayhem answered, unsure of what he was actually feeling, and of what he thought. He continued on with his smoke as the bartender eyed him down from across the bar, obviously to protest his smoking in his bar. Mayhem quickly picked up on this and stared soullessly back into his tired eyes. His gaze seemed unnatural, piercing the emotion carried in the bar stallion as he began to shake, surprised by his sudden spark of fear. He ducked behind a wall into the inner section of the pub, looking for any chance he could get to break those destructive eyes from killing him.

"If I didn't make it sound like it, then I'll out rightly say it. I wanna to do those things, but I'm trying not be a fucking prick anymore. And I'm pretty sure if I did punch some fan-boys' teeth out they'd still love me. I don't need someone or something telling me what I can and can't do, I'll fucking do what I want, when I want it." Mayhem dropped his cigarette on the floor and lifted himself with his forlegs above the bar, knocking over his bottle as he raised himself up along with his voice.

"I could fuck this whole damn bar up if I wanted to!" He yelled in an enraged fit. He sat back down and shot his head to the Doctor, staring right into his eyes as he inched closer. "I'm not afraid, I have no fear in what I do. I have my freedom." Mayhem pulled back, returning upright and picking up his bottle, it's contents somewhat spilled out onto the bar. The bottle was kicked back, the rest of it being sucked down Mayhems' throat before it was thrown to a wall, shattering on impact.

All eyes looked down in his direction as Mayhem flung his chair out from underneath him, sending that to meet the broken glass on the floor. He stood on his hind legs, panting heavily as his body tensed up, his horn glowing it's dark purple glow as Mayhem's axe began to form. This was all just a reaction, something that was pure instinct that occurred with his anger, it was uncontrollable. Mayhem didn't realize what he was doing, his eyes darted back and forth across the room to all the faces peering at him. He felt their pressure, their constant judgement that only furthered his rage hanging over him.

Mayhem looked down, his realization finally breaking through of what he was standing there, holding. Thinking. Planning. His horn cut off, Mayhems' face sunk in underneath his hat. His breathing slowed, and he turned his back to the wall, to face his corner of the bar and just stop and retreat his stare to wall brown wall. And then it's foundation shook, breaking into it self as an iron hoof broke it surface. Mayhem pulled his bloodied hoof out of it's hole, dripping onto the tiled floor as he rushed out to the back door, keeping his head down.

That answers that.
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