1st Dress

Jul. 8th, 2011 07:48 pm
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[It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and the Liebert residence on Hastings Boulevard has just gotten itself a new pet.  There is suddenly a doghouse in the back yard where there wasn't one before, its new occupant just waking up from her beauty sleep as a cute squeaky yawning sound emanates from the structure.  Of course, the voice isn't cute for very long, because once its owner realizes she's not in her bed anymore, the next sound out of that doghouse is a shrill, piercing scream.]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[Waking up in a new place is always a rather disorienting experience, especially when you're used to pampered comforts.  And then there's the dirt to consider.  Rarity comes tearing out of the doghouse like she's just seen a ghost, but doesn't make it very far before the rope anchoring her pulls her back.  Frowning at her surroundings and at the dirt and dust on her beautiful coat, Rarity decides that the best course of action is to complain loudly until someone notices her.]


What is the meaning of this?  Where am I?  This is certainly no way to treat a lady!  Tied up to whatever this miniature house is supposed to be with a piece of rope, like a common pack mule!  And no floor inside whatsoever!  It will take hours to get all of this dirt out of my hooves, to say nothing of the mess it's made of my mane!

[She huffs a little, shaking her head in dismay before appearing to calm down some.]

Well.  First things first, then.  Let's take care of this rope.

[Rarity closes her eyes for a moment in concentration, but they soon shoot wide open in shock.]

My magic!  What's happened to my magic?  Is my horn all right?

[Lifting a hoof, she feels around on her forehead for a moment or two.  Unfortunately, the horn which typically adorns it is conspicuously missing.]

My horn!  They've taken my horn!  What manner of savages are responsible for this?

[And she's just going to continue struggling against her restraint while shouting indignantly at whoever's unlucky enough to be passing by.  Knotwork isn't a skill that's typically practiced by proper high-class ladies such as herself, so Rarity's a bit stuck for the moment.]
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Date: 2011-07-09 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylife4food.livejournal.com
[Someone complaining.

Female voice.

This sounds like a job for Guy.

Who is once again thrown into silence because of yet another talking pony.

S-Still! Tying up a horse like this is vile! It might look scary but his sword flashes out of its sheath and cuts through the rope!]


Th....there!

Date: 2011-07-09 12:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
Eep!

[Rarity closes her eyes as the sword comes out, slowly opening one and then the other once the rope is severed. Looking down, she blinks at it for a few moments before breaking out in a bright and grateful smile.]

My hero! Whatever can I do to thank you for freeing me from that wretched rope?

Date: 2011-07-09 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylife4food.livejournal.com
Th-There is no need, My Lady! No one should be treated like that, that is all.

Date: 2011-07-09 12:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demonoaths.livejournal.com
[Well, that scream woke Mao, and he's in another house in the neighborhood. So he's gone off to figure out exactly what that was all about.

...

It's a talking pony.

He'd get to experimenting on her, but all he's got are the stuff from Mayfield.]


...You're a talking pony.

[Excuse him, he'll just be huffing and drooling.]

Date: 2011-07-09 12:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
['My Lady!' Guy's definitely getting on Rarity's good side quickly.]

Please, call me Rarity. Or 'Lady Rarity,' if you must.

[Her tone, of course, is heavily implying that she'd definitely prefer the latter. But politeness~]

Date: 2011-07-09 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
A talking unicorn. Although I suppose I'm not much of a unicorn without my horn.

Date: 2011-07-09 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brotherseyes.livejournal.com
[There's so much noise downstairs.

It's only enough to wake Nina from sleep, but send her running to the source. The sight of a doghouse in her yard, when there was no such thing before, doesn't really alarm her. But a purple and white talking horse is still cause for wide eyes and considerable surprise, even in Mayfield.]


You...you can talk!

[That intelligent statement out of the way, Nina will go over and start to work on untying her.]

Here, hold still for a second. I'll help you.
Edited Date: 2011-07-09 12:57 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-07-09 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylife4food.livejournal.com
Lady Rarity then! I apologize for the treatment you were just given.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
Why, of course I can. Is that really so peculiar?

[All the same, she's happy for the help, so she cranes her neck a bit to give Nina a better angle on untying the rope. Giving a short sigh of relief as her restraint falls away, she shakes her head back and forth and trots in a small circle to enjoy her freedom a bit.]

Ah, yes, that's much better.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
Do you know who's responsible for this? I'd like to give them a piece of my mind. This is an absolutely reprehensible way to treat a newcomer!

[Tilting her head to the side, Rarity blinks a little as she looks around, really taking in her surroundings for the first time.]

...Speaking of which, where is this place? It certainly looks to be a long way from Ponyville.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylife4food.livejournal.com
I do not but I do know the name of this place. It is called Mayfield.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wantasammich.livejournal.com
[Hawke just so happens to be walking down the street and is naturally pinged by the sound of someone yelling and complaining! Expecting to find someone in need of a dashing rescue from the Champion of Kirkwall, she sprints toward the source and

stares

at the talking pony.]


...All right, now I am fairly certain I've seen everything.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
Mayfield, you say?

[Looking around... considering...]

Well, I suppose it has a certain 'small town' sort of charm to it.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
Ah, yes, hello!

[Putting on her best charming smile!]

Be a dear and help me get this rope off, won't you? It's quite uncomfortable and I fear it's beginning to chafe.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylife4food.livejournal.com
I am a little hesitant to say that. Many dangers exist here so please do not let down your guard.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wantasammich.livejournal.com
I-- Oh. Yes, I suppose that would be very unpleasant.

[Hawke pulls out a knife and slashes through the rope easily, still gaping.]

You're a talking horse.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
There! Much better!

[She seems pleased enough at this.]

A talking pony, actually.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
Dangers? But it seems so peaceful here.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wantasammich.livejournal.com
Oh, I beg your pardon, a talking pony. That's much more normal and not bizarre at all, yes.

Date: 2011-07-09 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylife4food.livejournal.com
Now, perhaps. Please do not be fooled.

Date: 2011-07-09 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demonoaths.livejournal.com
A unicorn? Interesting...I never thought I'd meet a unicorn up close!

[Note to self: Experiment on her pretty soon.]

Date: 2011-07-09 03:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
Well, I could say the same of you.

Date: 2011-07-09 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
All I see at the moment is a dangerous lack of style. Every house looks the same! What sort of design aesthetic is that supposed to be?

Date: 2011-07-09 03:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] frilly-filly.livejournal.com
Well, then today is your lucky day, isn't it?

Date: 2011-07-09 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylife4food.livejournal.com
I....do not know, Lady Rarity.
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