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Post by Ink Blotch on Jul 24, 2012 19:58:17 GMT
Today was quiet. Too quiet, for the white pegasus with the blotch cutie mark upon his side. While normally this was used by military guard to refer to a possible ambush, in this case, it was just a sad literal interpretation. When it was too quiet, that meant Ink Blotch didn't have a story. And when he didn't have a story, his boss was going to complain. Again. But when there's little to report on, what was he going to do? Rumor monger, like a tabloid? He'd tried that! All the rumors were too boring or ridiculous. And with the Princesses holed up in the castle, it didn't seem as if anything political was even in action, a usually heated pot of conflicting ideas that always at least filled the blanks between the headlines and the ads.
Right now, though, he had a whole lot of nothing. Bupkis. The pegasus stallion trotted the streets of Canterlot, casting his eyes from side to side for any sign of a story, a camera hanging from his neck - much smaller than a professional photographer's, but he wasn't one - along with a note pad and pen tucked within his shirt, the tie left undone at the moment. He wasn't feeling very professional. He brushes through the crowd, ignoring even the protests of the higher class unicorns, as if he were pushing his way through overgrown plants, not even giving notice to their annoyed stares. He could easily fly over them, but secretly, he quite enjoyed giving the high society types a bit of a hard time. They deserved it, was his thinking, a bit of what it feels like to be anypony else in their presence.
Besides, maybe it would cause conflict. At least conflict was news worthy, even if it were him being the one on the receiving end.
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Post by Draco on Jul 29, 2012 12:36:35 GMT
Due to the stallions behaviour A commotion began to stir, Angry unicorns where not happy about being just shoved aside like commoners, especially by a Pegasus with such a dishevelled look about him. Others around the group began to talk amongst themselves, Whispering about the strangers behaviour and 'what should be done about ruffians like him'. There was even talk on calling a guard down to deal with him, as after all, such behaviour wouldn't be tolerated in Canterlot.
Despite the overly dramatic chaos before them, A set of blue eyes watched the scene with obvious amusement, Taking particular note of the cause of it all. The owner of the eyes was a rather pretty mare, her red coat matched in hue by that of her deep crimson red mane. Not Colours usually seen by the likes of Canterlot, a city used to whiter, more elegant palates. It was clear she wasn't a native of the city from that alone, let alone her attitude towards most who tried to talk to her, Often giving off sarcastic or even rude remarks to most questions about herself.
But this male had caught her attention, Although she couldn't put her hoof on why. Maybe it was because of his attitude towards the higher society types, One not unlike her own. Or maybe it was is appearance that seemed to draw her towards him. She really didn't know but whatever it was, it was very interesting and interesting was always worth investigating.
She rose from her seat after previously being sat outside of a coffee shop, picking up her double chocolate, triple strength espresso as she did. A brilliant green aura holding it so carefully not to far from her frame.
As she began to advance, she took a clearly confident pace, although making sure to avoid the larger group of unicorns, not wanting to get involved with any of there Rantings. She was making sure not to move towards the Pegasus, not wanting to look as if she had even noticed him, instead just heading in the same direction as he was, glancing around herself causally, although making she to continue her observations. Damn, she was to used to doing this.
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Post by Ink Blotch on Jul 29, 2012 23:59:18 GMT
The ruckus left in the wake of the pegasus stallion was completely ignored by him. It was questionable which it was more, that he simply didn't care or that he was so used to tuning out the upper class unicorns that their complaints never even entered consideration. Even he wasn't sure himself, it was the usual incessant buzz, like a bee interrupting your picnic. He also was not unused to dealing with the guards, and in fact, was pretty well known by them. That wasn't to say it always played into his favor, fame and infamy were two sides of the same coin, and while he had a few guards that was lenient with him, he also had a few who absolutely couldn't stand him, and often went out of their way to harass him. But both sides were something he was still used to, so he had no real fear of arrest. Public disturbance wasn't that harsh of a sentence. Unlike busting into a mayor's office. That one had been a bit of a problem.
Nor did it even enter his mind that he might be followed. Why should it? The crowds were thick with ponies coming and going all the time. The stallion had no reason to suspect that one of those would be following him, nor would he have reason to unless they were wearing the gold armor of the guard. Instead, he continues his straightforward path, not seemingly in any hurry - for he had no destination in mind - but still plowing through like a torpedo through the waves. That is, up until he nearly runs into a little filly, where he stops short, blinking at her a few times. She merely blinks back, wearing a simple, but very refined, summer dress. After a moment of pause, the stallion says a simple, "Excuse me," before altering his course slightly, deviating a bit.
As of yet, it's the only word he's said to anypony, and in fact, the only outward appearance he's given that he even notices anypony else. It's only a few more moments of his hooves clip-clopping against the stone tiling that marks the road of Canterlot before, without warning, the wings of the stallion whip out, nearly throwing a nearby debutante mare off balance, likely causing himself to gain another enemy, before the stallion gives a jump away from the street, wings giving a couple of strong flaps, his light form rising up and over a nearby rooftop, before dropping back down with a thump, his camera bouncing upon its strap. He might as well get some height for now... though he likely wasn't going to attract any more friendly attention dropping on someone's roof like that. But one had to expect that with pegasus around, it's like the always present upstairs neighbor!
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