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Post by saullaski on Aug 16, 2013 12:51:24 GMT
(for y'all that wonder what it is, it's a new idea of mine. Threads are cities in wich you can have a simple, out of every context Rp.)
You know what to do: Rp if you want.
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Post by RobinHood on Sept 13, 2013 17:27:54 GMT
Robin was in his garden. practicing his archery skills. So far it was going well with most of his shots in the red and yellow parts of the targets. After an hour he decided to take a break from training and walked to the local cafe in the town center. Once arriving he sat down and looked at the menu. "Lets see here, I think i'll have a croissant and some coffee." he layed back and waited until a waiter walked past him.
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Post by saullaski on Sept 21, 2013 1:29:31 GMT
Saul had a really bad day.
First, his clients were crazier than usual. Then, the charriot broke, and he almost fell off the sky. And there was his office buried under papers about stuff he didn't cared about.
As he wandered in town, his mind set only on one thing: food. He hadn't got lunch today, and didn't wanted to go back to his office; too much troule, too much crazy ponies, and too unsatisfying payroll- he needed to set his mind out of things for a bit.
He saw a cafe at the other side of the street. His stomach reminded him of his current half-passed-out state, and that his wallet was full enough for a stack of hay fries and daisy sandwich.
He crossed the street, and pushed open the glass door. He couldn't see a lot, his vision was all narrowed and dark. A table, a chair, a menu.
The glass of water.
''Great, water.'', he mumbled before chugging it down, choking at the ice cubes. After a sharp, icy breath, a waiter approached.
''Daisy sandwich, hay fries, and an awfull lot of water please.'' His eyes rose up to meet the waitress's. ''And i'll pay immediatly.''
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Post by RobinHood on Sept 27, 2013 18:51:56 GMT
The waiter took his order and set off. that is when he noticed Saul, which was pretty easy since he was the only one with his head on the table looking annoyed. He then realized he was also pretty easy to spot; with his bow and quiver next to him on another chair. he took a sip of his coffee before continuing to watch this strange pony and amazed how he managed to evade pinkie ESPECIALLY with the attitude which he was currently showing.
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Post by saullaski on Sept 29, 2013 4:32:03 GMT
Saul wasn't pleased at all, it has been 49 seconds since the waiter has left. 51 seconds without food, and another 4 seconds to try-not-to-think-to-much-about for the time to pass faster. But time wouldn't let itself bend at Saul's will, and after exactly two minutes, he was faintly resting on the table, his shaking hooves lazilly swinging at his sides. Finally, the waiter returned with an object of pure awe: food. His brain re-booted, and he mechanically proceeded to enjoy his sandwich. He never understood why he ate flowers; but they were filling and sweet. Just what he needed. After a few bites,he came back to his senses.
Well, what remained of them.
His eyes darted of to somepony with a bow (as well as a quiver) on a nearly table. He didn't know why, but he felt like that partiular poy would be some nice company. Or maybe he was mistaken, but he needed to clear his mind: he's been working for far too long, and far too much. Maybe it ws time to retire, seeing his research was unsuccessfull. Or maybe it was too boring and demanding, but in either way, he deserved a small few-days break, and this sandwich just shown him how he wasn't taking care of himself enough: he'd bet ten bits he wouldn't recognize himself in a mirror.
But enough with those thoughts, he needed some company. Being alone with himself, he felt like he was to answer back his relentless monologues that kept him sane. Well, what remained of his sanity. So, he looked at the pony with the bow and quiver resting near him, and waved. He tried his best to remove the traces of fatigue and stress from his facial expression, but he'd bet another ten bits he would scare off that other pony away.
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Post by RobinHood on Oct 9, 2013 18:35:46 GMT
Robin waved back. Whispering something to a waiter and pointing at him. 30 or so seconds later the waiter arrived at saul's table with a coffee mug in his hoof. "Here's a doppio Ristretto. Courtesy of Robin over there. He's training for the pony games you know. Also he thought you could use a wake up call" Robin smiled over towards Cappuccino. Seeing as ponyville was a small town everyone knew ponies names although Robin couldnt quite put his hoof on the pony on the table next to him.
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Post by saullaski on Oct 10, 2013 20:13:07 GMT
Saul smiled widely. Yet, he remembered what appealed him in Ponyville: kind ponies. He managed to stand back up, the chairs being something he never understood.
For the first time today, he wasn't shaking. He actually felt a little jumpy.
He grabbed the coffre (which looked pretty delicious, he admitted) and walked to Robin's table.
His legs were such a pain to move around.
"Note to self: take a carriage next time you travel from Trottingham to Canterlot.", he thought, a grain appearing on his face.
He almost forgot about the coffre, his smoky-grey magic grasp straightened. Finally at the table, he took the time to make a small analysis. Marcher, obviously, and running in the upcoming competition. he didn't knew what was that compétition, but it surely must be what was his next stop. He blinked, to active a stealthy form of his "i see the magic flows in your body" spell (which needed another name as soon as possible), and there were no anormal readings (for a ponyville inhabitant).
finally, he presented a hoof. "Thanks for the coffee. I truly need one. Name's Saul Laski, and i assume yours is Robin?"
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