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Post by Christian on Feb 1, 2004 17:26:12 GMT -5
[Time: Afternoon; early winter.]
Taking in a deep breath, Christian stopped in front of the theatre's double doors. It had been his life's dream to become a famous writer, and now that he was in a new town, he just might have had the chance to fulfill his dream.
Swinging open the doors, he stepped into the dimly lit theatre. Through the faint light, he could make out faint hints of damage that had been done to the stage and surrounding areas. He had the feeling that something bad had gone down here, though he couldn't be quite sure.
"Hello?" He called out into the deserted building, his voice echoing off of the walls. There was a considerably thick accent in his voice as he spoke. "Is any... Is anyone here?"
[OOC: Sorry, I wasn't sure if the theatre had been repaired yet or not. If it has, then... feel free to ignore all of that jazz. ^^;;]
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Post by Shadoweaver on Feb 1, 2004 18:53:36 GMT -5
Shadoweaver had been wandering idyly about town when she saw soemone slip into the theater. Bored and curious about the unrecognized pony, she poked her head in the doors. She heard Christian call out and her ears pricked forward. An accent? Mm, fascinating. Certainly no one she knew, and likely a new comer.
"Not in there, per se, but back here, sure." The lithe Flutter stepped fully into the theater and snorted softly. "Saw you come in here, and wondered if they might have actually gotten this place back up. Guess not," she said, glancing around. "Shame really, I'd like to see a good play right about now. Perhaps Much Ado About Nothing...ah, but a lot of places are still closed." She realized that her mouth was running away with her again, and shook her head slightly. "Nevermind my blathering. I'm Shadoweaver, by the way."
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Post by Christian on Feb 1, 2004 19:10:56 GMT -5
Christian's eyes went wide as someone spoke from behind him. Turning, he was greeted by a black mare. Raising a brow momentarily, he swallowed hard. "I'm Christian..."
He paused for a moment and bit his bottom lip in thought. " Did something happen here?" A thought entered his mind. "Pardon my ignorance, I'm new..." He chuckled softly at himself. "But I suppose that's obvious.."
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Post by Shadoweaver on Feb 2, 2004 23:15:32 GMT -5
"I was not actually here when it happened. There were fights...the Rainbow of Darkness acted in the form of evil ponies, and caused much in the way of murder and mayhem. There were fires throughout the town, as you may have noticed. Somehow the Castle collapsed...." Shadoweaver looked at Christian through a wayward blue and silver forelock. "Some time has passed. Repairs have begun, though...." and she nodded at the theater, "not all has been completed. And what brings you to our battered city?"
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Post by Christian on Feb 5, 2004 3:21:15 GMT -5
"That's awful..." And he truly felt that it was.
Smiling a bit shyly, he removed the black fedora from his head, and held it in one hoof. "I wish to be a writer..." He looked down at the hat, and then back up into Shadoweaver's eyes. "And I thought that becoming a playwright would be a good way to start." A single shoulder shrugged, as a puff of air escaped through his lips; resembling that of a small chuckle. "Silly, I suppose.."
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Post by Shadoweaver on Feb 5, 2004 20:31:53 GMT -5
Shadoweaver fluttered her wings. "Never tried writing a play. I'm a poet, myself. Silly? Not at all." She leaped onto the stage and pranced around a little, finishing with a whirl. "That was silly." She tossed her head and then stood there, blowing softly from her bout of activity.
"My mother and I have an odd sort of magic for flutter ponies. If you write, then you surely read. Perhaps you've read some of the fantasy works of Dragonrose, of Dream Valley?" She hopped back down and stood beside him. "That would be my mother. Her magic lies in the written word. Not only can she spin a fine tale, but her writings can become literal. If she wrote 'strength' on a wall, then it would stand more firm. It's an amazing talent. I inherited her writing knack, but nothing else in that vein. My talents are the spoken word..."
She sidled playfully. "I can mimic. I can compel. I can enthral..." Shadow dropped her voice as well as her playfulness suddenly, invoking her magic in its most innocious form--making her true emotions clear in every word. "It can be useful or loathesome. It is why shadow is in my name...my talents could so easily be used for good, or ill..." Every word rang true. Soemtimes her own abilities terrified her.
Suddenly the laughter was back. "Ah, forgive me Christian. I also have a dramatic flair that come up at the worst of times. I am glad that there is another writer about. Welcome, welcome...don't let me scare you."
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Post by Christian on Feb 5, 2004 20:40:01 GMT -5
Christian's eyes followed every move that the flutter made. As she spoke, he kept silent. The honesty in her words seemed to penetrate his mind. It was as if he could feel her emotions as she continued on.
When she was finished, the only thing he could say was simply, "I've never met a flut'er b'fore.." She was very intriguing, and it almost left him speechless.
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Post by Shadoweaver on Feb 5, 2004 20:49:53 GMT -5
Shadoweaver almost smiled. "Not all that many venture from Flutter Valley and the Fatum Isles. I don't know of any others here in Ponyville..." Again her feet stirred restlessly. Maybe the chocolate for breakfast had been a bad idea. "Who knows though, maybe they're just too short to be seen around everyone else." She chuckled, stretching to her full height--her shoulder still falling short of his own. "I'm _tall_ for a flutter, believe it or not."
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Post by Christian on Feb 6, 2004 16:13:42 GMT -5
Looking down at the flutter beside him, he chuckled softly. "I s'pose I should be afraid to see what a short flut'er would look like."
Multi-colored eyes studied the mare. She had an almost exotic beauty to her, and Christian found himself staring. He almost blushed as he looked down at the floor. "Sorry."
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Post by Shadoweaver on Feb 6, 2004 17:02:20 GMT -5
"I don't think anyone's seen a short flutter," Shadoweaver said with a wink.
When he looked down at the floor she blinked in confusion. "Hmm? What are you sorry for?" She had honestly not noticed him staring. Shadoweaver had always been strangely oblivious to such things.
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Post by Christian on Feb 6, 2004 21:48:11 GMT -5
She didn't notice... Christian smiled and shook his head. "Nothing..."
Deciding to change the subject before she could question him, he glanced around the theatre. "Who owns the theatre?"
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Post by Shadoweaver on Feb 11, 2004 0:30:14 GMT -5
Shadoweaver opened her mouth as if to speak, then frowned. "You know, I honestly can't remember. I'm horrible at retaining names." She shook her head. "Might be different than when I left, anyway. "
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Post by Bp on Feb 12, 2004 21:23:30 GMT -5
"Hmm..." He began to walk around slowly.
"It seems d'serted." Clear eyes glanced towards the ceiling. He had no idea if there was a loft above the building, or not. "Is it?"
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Post by Shadoweaver on Feb 14, 2004 0:28:41 GMT -5
"I don't think it's deserted, no. I just...oh! My, aren't I clever." She said with some sarcasm. Without explaining she moved to the center of the room and called out--her voice clear and magic laced, and finding its way into every corner of the theater. "Hello, is anybody here?"
((OOC: Essentially...if anyone else is there, they'd hear her, no matter what.))
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Post by Bp on Feb 14, 2004 15:39:09 GMT -5
Christian nodded and glanced around. As the mare spoke, he gave her a questioning glance. Though, her outburst pretty much explained it.
Flicking his ears, he waited to hear a response.
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