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Post by WingSong on Jun 7, 2006 0:55:10 GMT -5
"Poppy!" he exclaimed, bending his forelegs in order to crouch down to the little creature. "Popcorn, Rainbows have me, where did you come from?"
Poppy squinted up at the big pony in front of her, trying to place him. Then, suddenly, something clicked - she was completely positive that she recognized him.
For the first time in her life, Poppy looked at a stallion and did not see her old owner in him. All at once the little creature's wide-eyed stare dissolved to make way for a harsh frown. "It's you!," she squeaked, "You're Rogue's mean brother!"
The breezie spotted the retreating twin, missing the fact that he had been trying to escape. Finding her wings - heavy with salad dressing - still useless for flight, she picked up a clumsy little gallop to Rogue's feet. "Rogue, I won't let him make you go away again!"
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Post by Crescent on Jun 7, 2006 4:17:17 GMT -5
[[Awwwwwwwwww poor Tramp. And poor Rogue! Haha.]]
A complete mix of identity for the two twins was now apparent. Tramp was quite taken by surprise when Poppy leaped away from him and to Rogue. He frowned and straightened up again, honestly hurt. He liked the little breezie and had been the one to care for him - and now she didn't even remember him? Or more correctly, she thought he was... his brother?
Tramp looked at Rogue. Mean brother? He couldn't quite see it that way. Of course, Rogue was at times harsh and uncaring, and he had insisted they leave the poor breezie behind, but still... he wasn't mean. Was he? No. Tramp wouldn't believe such a thing.
Rogue, for his part, was exceedingly disappointed when the breezie galloped to him and seemed persistent to protect him. Protect him? That was a ridiculous thought to begin with. He shook his head furiously.
"No!" he cried, sounding as exasperated as he felt. "No, Poppy... it's me who's the mean brother! Now go away." He took two more steps backward, making his best to avoid getting the salad dressing onto his feet. "Tramp, tell her!"
In the middle of all this, he still had to flash a smile to Chemica's direction, feeling the need to explain himself to the new mare. "Uh, I'm sorry... this unfortunate critter keeps following me."
Tramp, for his part, was about to open his mouth to try and clear out the situation, but another fit of coughs took him over and he had to double over. He was really beginning to feel like he should never have got out of bed that morning.
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Post by Angel624 on Jun 7, 2006 20:03:30 GMT -5
The purple pegasus watched as the stupid little breezie thought Tramp was mean. Angel couldn't believe it! And she hoped that Poppy and Tramp would have a happy reunion, and then Rogue and Angel could be alone. But no, oh no, Poppy had to hang onto Rogue, when it was Tramp that she should be going to! Angel could feel a minor headache coming on. And it was Poppy's stupid annoying voice that was causing it. Angel was certain.
She looked at Rogue, trying to smile. Then she listened as Rogue said he was the 'mean' one. Huh? Mean? What did he mean by that? Rogue wasn't mean! He was kind-hearted. Least he was to Angel. But perhaps he was just saying that to Poppy so she'd leave him alone and go to Tramp. The pegasus decided not to say anything, and see how this all played out.
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Post by WingSong on Jun 7, 2006 21:42:42 GMT -5
Poppy looked up at Rogue, clearly distressed. She had just found him again, and for a short time she had thought things would be the way they had been. Now, suddenly, it was back to square one. She didn't even know what to say, so she just closed her eyes and shook her head furiously, her antennas coming down to swing in front of her eyes at the movement. What had caused this? Then she reopened her eyes to turn a fierce gaze toward Tramp. It was him. He had ruined everything before, and now it was happening again. "He's confusing you again, Rogue," she said quietly, her small voice barely audible despite its higher pitch. Then Tramp went into a coughing fit - he seemed sick. The breezie's eyes flared up. She hoped he died. Poppy's eyes widened as they reverted back to their usual innocence. They turned to stare in the direction of Rogue's hooves again, although she wasn't really looking at them. Where had that come from? She was still angry, but confused with herself now. The breezie continued to stare blankly ahead, and nervously fluttered her wings to clear off the rest of the salad dressing. ((Heehee, evil Poppy for a second there. She's probably over it.))
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Post by Crescent on Jun 8, 2006 6:28:07 GMT -5
[[Haha I can't help but think: "Tinkerbell!" ]] Rogue closed his eyes for a moment, completely exasperated with the situation. Oh, no. "No, he's not confusing me, listen.." Just then he realised that his brother wasn't stopping coughing. A worried expression came over his face and for the first time it came to his mind that Tramp might actually be seriously ill. He forgot all about Poppy and stepped over the little creature, unconsciously taking care not to step on her, and reached over to Tramp, to touch the other stallion with his muzzle. "Hey... Tramp? You okay there?" Tramp coughed for a few more moments before getting it under control, and then he took a bit trembling breath. His throat was terribly sore by now and he was getting more clearly flushed - again with the slightest shade of purple. His other foot trembled a little as he lifted it up and brushed back the blue locks that had fallen over his face. He glanced at his brother, looking quite miserable. "I... I don't feel so good, Rogue..." he said quietly, with a hardly audible voice. "I think... I think I should lie down." Hardly had he had the chance to say this, when his legs gave way and he collapsed on the floor. "Tramp!" Rogue exclaimed, now obviously alarmed. [[we'll say Tramp doesn't have very good resistance; whatever.]]
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Post by tahlise on Jun 8, 2006 16:35:49 GMT -5
Chemica, after stepping on the breezie, had decided to say nothing. She continued to keep her head up letting the blood drain backwards. Rogue had said that maybe Tramp could help. Chemica eyed him for a moment, holding head so she could see past her muzzle. He did not look well and, to be honest, she did not want him to touch her. Of course she didn't say any of this. Instead, she just held up a hoof and smiled politely signaling a 'No thank you' to the ill brother.
Oh, finally. Chemica took the napkins away from her nose. She was no longer bleeding. Happily she rolled the napkins into a ball, about to throw them away when Tramp came into contact with the salad dressing drenched breezie. The white mare remained quiet, just watching. Apparently, there was some kind of love triangle thing going on with the breezie Poppy, and the twins. There also seemed to be a case of mistaken identity between the two males. Chemica decided to remain seated but it was uncomfortable, to say the least. As Poppy and Rogue argued about things she didn't quite understand, Chemica looked to Angel but realized that she was in this love mess too.
Chemica was feeling increasingly awkward as the minutes rolled by. She looked at all that were involved. There was Rogue who seemed annoyed with the breezie, Poppy desperately trying to cling to Rogue, Angel....well she wasn't sure where exactly she came in, and poor Tramp who was still.....coughing? She turned her full attention on the male as he stayed doubled over in a hacking fit. His brother must have noticed too, because now he was making his way over to Tramp with a rather worried expression on his face. Chemica watched for a few minutes more but the door to the cafe opened causing one ear and her attention to turn that way. Was it her brothers?..... A couple came in. Not her brothers. As she turned back to Tramp she saw him go down, collapsing on the floor. Chemica found herself jumping to her feet but she could barely speak. "Oh my...." Her words were choked in her throat.
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Post by Angel624 on Jun 8, 2006 18:02:37 GMT -5
Glancing over at Chemica, Angel noticed that the white mare was feeling better. It seemed that her nose had stopped bleeding. The pegasus smiled to Chemica. "Glad to see your nose is better."
Angel then watched as the breezie was still confused about Rogue and Tramp. She couldn't believe it. She just couldn't believe it. She tossed her long mane and looked at Rogue with a sort of an annoyed look. Then she looked at Poppy with a glare, she couldn't take it, she wanted to step on the stupid breezie..
But before she could even do that, Tramp had some coughing attack and he collapsed on the floor. Angel's green eyes widened as she stood there, staring at the blue-haired stallion. She turned to Rogue. "Oh my, is he gonna be alright? What should we do?!" She panicked.
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Post by tahlise on Jun 12, 2006 0:44:07 GMT -5
Chemica looked around at the other ponies, then to poor Tramp on the floor. She wanted to help him but she was afraid of what he might have. The sickness looked pretty bad and she did not want to catch it. With a sigh of frustration, she stared at her table hoping that the others did not think her horrible for not rushing to the sick one's aid. Besides she just met him. Wouldn't it be kinda wierd for a stranger to come to his aid? Chemica shook her head, answering the question, her long, lime green hair swaying with the motion. She felt so bad for Tramp and....worry. She had to look at him once more. Was he going to be ok? She too, looked to his brother, Rogue, her lime green eyes full of worry for the stranger.
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Post by Crescent on Jun 13, 2006 6:35:28 GMT -5
[[Just so everyone included in the thread are aware: Angel has been banned from the boards, and therefore I have been given the right to NPC her character here. I shall do my best to keep to character.]]
Rogue was too busy checking his brother to pay much attention to the other mares present - breezie especially, since he really didn't want to pay attention to the breezie anyway. He noticed soon enough that Tramp had indeed fallen unconscious, and this really sent Rogue into a worry. He had not guessed that something might be this badly wrong with his brother. Getting quickly up again he looked at the other mares.
"I think I need to... get him to a hospital or something. I... I don't really understand, I thought it was a common flu, but... excuse me."
Rogue turned back to Tramp again, too distraught now to really pay attention to the other ponies there. He concentrated his magic. His horn began to glow a purple light, and lightly as a feather, Tramp's unconscious body rose from the ground to float in the air. It was not a grand feat for Rogue, who had practiced tossing around boulders twice the size of a pony, but Angel seemed impressed nevertheless. The pegasus was still quite upset, however, and hovered around Rogue with a worried expression on her face.
"But will you be all right?" she asked. "Perhaps I should come with you to help."
She was paying no attention to the breezie either; she hated the little creature and wished it would just fly away.
Rogue glanced at Angel and smiled a bit, nodding. He preferred to have someone with him who knew the way, at any rate. Rogue was not yet as familiar with the town as he would have liked, and he had no idea, truth be told, where he should take Tramp.
The purple-maned unicorn turned to Chemica - even in such a alarming situation, Rogue was never one to dismiss ladies.
"I'm terribly sorry that our acquaintance suffered such an abrupt turn. If you like you could come with us, of course... to see if there's something to be done to that bleeding nose of yours."
It was a bit feeble, but he wanted to show to the mare that he was by no means slighting or ignoring her.
[[Chemica can come or not; it's up to you. We'll wait a bit for Wing Song to come give the breezie's input, anyway. I also need to figure out just where Rogue will be taking Tramp, at any rate.]]
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Post by tahlise on Jun 13, 2006 13:30:28 GMT -5
The white pegasus watched as Rogue tended to poor Tramp who was definately unconcious on the floor. She cocked her head to the side a little, listening to Rogue's worried voice, her green forelock flopping over one eye. It was obvious that the male had no idea that his twin was so sick. Chemica herself knew he was sick but this was really sick, frighteningly sick even and she wasn't sure what she should do or if it was contagious. Her green eyes fell back on Rogue who seemed to be talking to Angel for the moment, his back to her.
There was a flash of light and to Chemica's surprise, Rogue lifted his brother off the floor with magic! Angel was right there with him, asking him something that the white mare didn't really pay attention too. For Chemica, an earth pony, magical powers always left her in awe. She had none of her own and rarely ran into anyone who used them. She could only stare at the feat in front of her.
Rogue spoke to her again inviting her along with them. His voice jolted her out of her stuper and she felt a bit embarassed again. She looked at the ground for a minute. "Well, thank you but..." She looked at Rogue. She really did not want what his brother's germs. She looked back at Tramp. He was sooo sick, he might need her to help look after him. She glanced at Angel who seemed to really be interested in Rogue. "Angel will focus her attentions on Rogue." She thought to herself. Her gaze came back to the fallen stallion and soon it turned quite sympathetic. She couldn't leave him in his time of need. Making a firm decision in her mind she said, "Sure. I'd like to help..er come along."
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Post by Crescent on Jun 14, 2006 1:48:22 GMT -5
Rogue nodded when Chemica said she'd come along. "Great, follow us then." He then frowned and looked at Angel. "Where should we take him? I don't recall seeing a sickhouse anywhere." "Oh, we could take him to the Nursery," Angel replied after thinking for a moment. "I don't know a better place, anyway." Rogue nodded, trusting to it that Angel knew the city well enough. After all, he was under the impression that Angel had lived there her entire life. He turned his attention to Tramp again and started to walk, floating his brother ahead in the air. Angel followed, trotting as close to Rogue as possible, as though to show that he was hers. Rogue was slightly annoyed by this but said nothing as his main attention was on his brother. They went out the door, and started to head down the street. [[cont. at the Nursery. Wing Song, I'm assuming Poppy sticks close to Rogue, hehe. ]]
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Post by tahlise on Jun 14, 2006 13:30:24 GMT -5
"Great, follow us then." Rogue said.
Wide-eyed, Chemica nodded as she began to make her way out from behind her booth's table, being very careful not to step on the little Breezie. She didn't ask where they were going to take poor Tramp. She was still awed by Rogue's magic. She did hear that they planned to take him to the nursury for treatment. Was that a good idea? Chemica's ears couldn't help but perk and she had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Babies are highly suceptable to illness and Tramp seemed to be very ill, to her. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped when she remembered that it was a homeless shelter now. She shook her head with a smile. "They should be able to help Tramp." She continued to walk along and out of the corner of her eye she saw Rogue's annoyance at Angel. She guessed he wasn't so thrilled on having her along. "So why did he ask me to come?" she asked herself. She decided to wonder about that later.
As the three headed out, Chemica decided to just follow and help as much as she could for Tramp. Even though she just met the sick pony, she felt she needed to be there. Afterall, he was willing to help her with her nose even when he was so deathly ill, so she would return the kindness. She walked behind Angel and Rogue as they pushed open the door on their way out. This time she paid attention to that door. It was ont going to hit her again.
[Continue at Nursery}
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Post by WingSong on Jun 24, 2006 22:24:53 GMT -5
((Gah, loooong delay... Cont. nursery.))
Poppy had never suspected that she herself had many powers, so at the moment she was instead wondering if the Rainbow had taken pity on her and struck down Tramp because of her negative thoughts toward him. Rogue seemed to like him no matter what her opinion was, so she was beginning to feel guilty, and even concerned.
Even so, it was nice to know that higher forces were willing to help her out now and again. It was very considerate, after all.
((K, and she's off...))
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