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Post by promsong on Feb 5, 2018 17:51:44 GMT -6
 a private rp between Moe and Brooklyn |
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Post by promsong on Feb 5, 2018 18:15:26 GMT -6
Brooklyn
We'll be alright in the morning
When the world is on fire we'll be treading in the yard
Till I'm ready to float
post 1 | 363 words
Brooklyn's hair glistened one last time in the Sedo sunset as the red curtains were drawn to cover up the open stage. It was always so much more fun to perform in bigger cities like Osulas. It meant bigger stages and bigger crowds. Both of which meant a bigger paycheck. This time the venue was facing one of the bustling city streets so that anyone who passed by would see her up there.
She had put on what she viewed as a dazzling display of magic that was far harder to master than any blessing imaginable. Maybe it was a bit ironic that her job was to convince others she had magic powers in a world where actual magic existed. To Brooklyn, though, this was much more fun and far superior.
Slightly out of breath after projecting her voice to such a loud crowd, Brooklyn made her way off of the stage and towards the back dressing area. She wasn't quite special enough to get her own dressing room with a fancy lit up mirror. Not yet, at least.
Her dramatic hat was tossed to the side of the tiny vanity that she did have access to. Her hair was then pulled out of its tight updo so that it fell down her neck and face. She took a moment to catch her breath, staring back at herself in the mirror. Brooklyn's mind was already on her next show and how she could improve upon her act. There was always room for improvement.
It took her a few minutes to collect all of her stuff, carrying it in a set of saddlebags over her back. This time she had decided to stay a few extra days in Osulas. It gave her the opportunity to relax just for a little bit and do something for herself. She liked the idea of that.
Ducking out from the backstage area of the area, Brooklyn found herself now in the crowd of spectators who were either there to see the next show or hadn't left since hers. She began to walk towards the main road to locate some sort of motel to stay in for the night.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Feb 5, 2018 18:35:43 GMT -6
M O E
Seroran Folk
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Moe was allowed to run around Osulas during the day. It wasn't often that they were, but today was one of those days. Fate had pulled her tapestry together for this moment.
“Tag!” Came the voice of one of the foals they were playing with. A braying laugh from the tiny mule, who spun and gave chase. Eventually, the playing group of foals ended up charging down the streets, weaving through the legs of adults. Moe used their wings, flapping them wildly like it would make them go faster. It didn't, but it kept their wings healthy and in use. Their hooves clattered against the rock streets as the foals thundered through the markets, passing stalls at a breakneck pace.
“Gotcha!” Moe yelled as they tagged someone, immediately turning around and charging off in the other direction. The small army followed, galloping on and on until a crowd made them all stop.
A mare stood atop a stage, her voice projected over the crowd. Magic tricks. Most of the foals grumbled and snorted and went back to playing, but Moe and a few others pushed into the crowds, watching the mare perform magic tricks. But Moe was watching for a different reason. Periwinkle eyes darted over the mare, eyebrows creating a deep furrow. They knew her. They knew her. They frowned, sharply tilting their head. Where did they know her from?! And then came the question of where she got this stuff! The foal thought over it for a moment, before nodding to themselves. Aliens. Had to be aliens. That was the only explanation!
The rest of the show rolled on, time being pulled by Cascade. Before Moe knew it, the show was over and Moe was left among a few stragglers, their wings arched against their back. The dark ruff of feathers around their neck fluffed up as they shook themselves, looking around to see if they could find the mare herself. It didn't take them long to spot a palomino figure wandering towards the main road. A smile crossed their muzzle, the buckskin pegasus charging off in pursuit. “Excuse me! Miss! I have a few questions for you!
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Post by promsong on Feb 5, 2018 19:00:00 GMT -6
Brooklyn
We'll be alright in the morning
When the world is on fire we'll be treading in the yard
Till I'm ready to float
post 2 | 389 words
Finding herself almost lost in the crowd of people, Brooklyn attempted to squirm past and threw them. A task easier said than done when if you were a small 14.hh horse. She had finally made it to the edge of the crowd and the main sandy road. The sun had just begun to go down and it cast its last shadows before the moon took over. Brooklyn didn't enjoy being alone at night, even though she felt safer in the city than outside of it. It was still quite risky to her.
All she wanted to do in that moment was find her way to a big dinner and a soft bed. Hopefully, both those things could be found in one place since she didn't want to be wandering around for too long. Her unorganized and tired thoughts were interrupted when she heard an almost familiar voice. Squeaky and high pitched, but in an endearing, innocent way.
The voice sounded too small for its owner to be a threat to her and due to this sole fact, Brooklyn slowed her pace and turned her head to meet their eyes. As her own eyes fell on the pegasus that was charging towards her, she suddenly felt no longer crazy that the voice sounded familiar. Instead, she felt like she was going insane because there was no way in hell she was seeing her little sibling running at her.
"I'm the one with the questions," Brooklyn started, barely able to speak or blink. She felt that if she did, this image of her little sibling would flash away. "R-rana?" she said. Her gaze was fixed on the pegasus. She was always slightly envious of Rana since she got those fancy wings and all. Oh, and her father didn't own her for most of her life. That was another thing she envied.
There was no way it could be anyone else except her sibling. It was impossible. Brooklyn knew she would see Rana again and she knew what they looked like. How could it be anyone else?
She stood there in shock, not focused on anything else going on around her other than the figure that had to be Rana. Brooklyn hadn't done anything to piss off the gods enough for them to pull what would be a sick joke on her.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Feb 5, 2018 21:07:55 GMT -6
M O E
Seroran Folk
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Moe ran after the retreating figure as fast as their legs could carry. But the mare, despite it all, was kinda fast. Then again, Moe was kinda short and pushing past the adults proved to be a chore. Eventually though, she stopped and Moe finally got a good look at her. She was a unicorn, her hair falling into a pretty braid with a pin that Moe could tell represented the moon and sun (they were, like, super smart!). Her eyes (which were wide with shock, something they didn't quite understand) were a pretty shade of pink. The pegasus foal offered a tentative smile, trying to catch their breath as they slowed to a halt. Their large ears turned towards the mare, expressive eyes watching her every move. Then, something was said that gave the mule pause.
Rana . The name (Moe assumed it was a name) rolled around in their head like a bouncy ball. It pinged off their brain, rolling on the edge of their tongue. It made their head feel foggy, heart thundering in their chest like a trapped bird. A deep, shuddering breath. The little pegasus lowered their head for a moment, shaking it back and forth to clear it and the sudden fog the world took on. It worked in degrees, but eventually Moe was back to themself, inquisitive eyes staring up at the palomino mare. Slowly, the mule shook their head.
“No ma’am! Im Moe and i think you might have the wrong horse ” They responded, tail twitching behind them. They gave an inquisitive head tilt, not unlike a curious bird or dog.
“Where do all your powers come from? Is it the aliens?” They asked, looking up at the magician mare. They began to bounce around a bit.
“Oh oh! If you know the aliens, can you tell them i want my parents back?! That would be swell!!”
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Post by promsong on Feb 5, 2018 21:33:54 GMT -6
Brooklyn
We'll be alright in the morning
When the world is on fire we'll be treading in the yard
Till I'm ready to float
post 3 | 363 words
Brooklyn's eyes began to fill with tears as the small foal informed her that they were not in fact Rana. She knew the name Moe from somewhere. Completely lost in thought, she had not noticed when a rather rude pedestrian shoved her out of the way to continue on their path. She gave him a scowl but moved on to try and remember what Moe meant to her.
"Moe? That was the name of...," she couldn't finish her sentence in front of the child, not wanting to scare it with the story of the slave traders. Was it possible that the traumatic event caused Rana to forget who they were? That hadn't happened with her...though she was 10 years older.
Upon hearing Moe's questions about where she got her 'powers' from, she chocked on the lump in her throat and gave a sad laugh. "You really don't remember me?" she pleaded, eyes falling to the ground for a moment before they met up again with the periwinkle one's staring back at her.
"Your parents were taken too?" she asked, sniffling from the tears. She used a small handkerchief in her saddlebags to wipe the last of them away from her eyes. It was impossible that this foal who looked exactly, like their sibling and sounded like them as well was not them. And their parents were taken. It was more than impossible if such chances existed. It definitely hadn't been the aliens and she wondered that if this was Rana, would she be the one whose job it was to explain the horrible tale of their parent's disappearance? She hated talking about it in general, never mind discussing it with her little sibling.
"Ra- Moe, it's me, Brooklyn. Brook. I'm your sister," she continued to insist. She probably looked delusional to others passing by and at that moment in time, she couldn't have cared less. It took all of her self-control and more for Brooklyn to not smother the little foal in hug. She had longed to see her sibling once again and now that it was possible they had been reunited, it would only further crush Brook if it wasn't truly them.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Feb 9, 2018 7:56:31 GMT -6
M O E
Seroran Folk
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Moe frowned, eyebrows falling into a deeper furrow. Their ears swiveled back, pinned to their head. Their little feathers fluffed up as this mare, desperate for their sibling, tried to convince them that she was their sibling. The little mule shook their head.
“Im sorry if you are my sister miss, I don't remember anythin from before two years ago.” They said, shuffling their hooves. They raised their head back up, looking at the mare. They offered a shy grin.
“Its nice to meet you though Miss Brook! I live here!” Moe smiled, tail wagging as their little wings fluttered. They ran a small circle around Brooklyn, watching the mare. They skidded to a stop, raising a hoof.
“Are you lookin for somewhere to stay for the night? I can help you find somewhere before I go lookin for aliens!” They said. Maybe Miss Brook would wanna come alien hunting! They doubted it, but hey. Wouldn't hurt.
“Follow me!” They said, bouncing down the road. They thought as they walked, mind mulling over what Rana meant. It sounded so so familiar! It was so weird. They would have to ask their caretaker what it meant. Maybe after they got scolded for hunting aliens again.
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Post by promsong on Feb 9, 2018 22:35:22 GMT -6
Brooklyn
We'll be alright in the morning
When the world is on fire we'll be treading in the yard
Till I'm ready to float
post 4 | 220 words
Heart sinking as the foal insisted they were not her sister, Brooklyn gazed down at them with disappointed eyes. There was no way it could be anyone else. She refused to accept that.
Her expression softened as Moe began to explain how they lived in the area and were planning on going alien hunting that evening. Were they all alone out here? Had they been adopted? Brooklyn just hoped she was safe. "Do you live with someone?" she questioned, finding herself attempting to keep up as Moe began bounding down the road. She trotted back up to them, shaking her head to get her blonde forelock out of her eyes.
"But yes, I am looking for somewhere to stay. I'm visiting for a few days," she furthered explained. This whole situation was screwing with her mind and she wondered if this was all some sort of dream. Maybe she was still at the last motel in bed, dreaming of what it would be like to be reunited with her younger sibling. If it was a dream, she sure as hell hoped it would go a lot better in reality. If it happened. At this point, she was not certain it would.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Feb 21, 2018 11:33:49 GMT -6
M O E
Seroran Folk
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Moe bobbed their head in a nod, a wide smile on their face.
“I sure do! My caretaker lives on the edge of town!” Their little tail wagged as they walked, large ears wiggling.
“Im in the process of being adopted though!” They chirped cheerily, wings fluttering. They walked down the road for a few more meters, wrapped in comfortable silence. The nightlife of Serora was something they adored, and made an effort to be out and about at night to experience it. When talented horses would string up and light lanterns around their homes, musicians music whirled by in a heated wind. Moe inhaled it in like they needed it to survive, the lights washing over their pale coat. They looked back at Brook.
“So you're a magician Miss? I thought your show was pretty cool!” They chirped, falling back in step beside the larger unicorn. Their eyes traveled around as horses walked by, listening into their conversations. One ear turned towards Brook, the other focusing on conversations floating through the air. Music made their steps bouncy to the rhythm, wings fluttering as they walked. Well, more like pranced. Their steps were high, head raised as they listened happily. They looked like they truly belonged.
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