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Post by blizzard storm☂ on Feb 29, 2012 1:13:30 GMT -5
Since Blizzard had no wings, the only time she could ever get back home to Cloudsdale was when it was cloudy out. Not that she ever had much of a desire to get back home, but as much as she tried to ignore it, there was always an underlying yearning to get back in the sky, back to where she wished she could but never would belong. It was where her powers actually worked and, even though she had no wings, she loved the feel of cloud beneath her hooves and the whoosh of air all around her.
Today was a perfect day for cloud hopping since there were so many in the sky. The only problem with this was that Blizzard, being flightless, had trouble getting to the clouds. For the first couple years of her self-imposed exile, she could only get back to Cloudsdale by chariot, but when she was exploring the outskirts of Ponyville one day, she found a tall, branchy tree. It was hard to climb it, since she was a pony and it was a tree, but after weeks of hard work and practice, she was able to scale the tree with only minimal difficulty. From there, it was easy to hop to any low-hanging clouds and then subsequently, from cloud to cloud until she made it into the thick of things.
It was overcast and foggy today and so perfect for cloud hopping. Blizzard climbed from branch to branch as fast as her hooves could carry her, heaving herself up onto the ones that were farther apart and jumping instead when she could. Eventually, she made it to the top. There were no clouds in her immediate vicinity yet, but there was a pack heavy with moisture breezing her way, so all she had to do was stand there and wait for it.
Waiting for clouds, of course, was boring business and after a few minutes, Blizzard curled up on her branch and closed her eyes. She dozed for a few minutes before the thrill of what she was about to do woke her up and she checked the progress of her floating procession. It was almost there. She grinned and started to stand up, readying herself to jump. Now that she was watching them so pointedly, they seemed to be moving hundreds of times slower than they were just minutes before, and she started to jiggle with impatience.
She'd have hopped, but even she knew that was a bad idea when she was standing in a tree and so she settled for her incessant fidgeting as she watched the clouds travel closer and closer. Finally, it was almost within range and she strained forward, teetering on the edge of the branch.
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Post by »»whiplash on Mar 1, 2012 15:25:46 GMT -5
Every now and then, when Whiplash wasn't zooming through the air with the other Wonderbolts, he liked to do some low flying around Cloudsdale and Ponyville and see if anything interesting or exciting was going on. Normally, he would stop and greet a few mares or pop into one of those fabulous parties that little spastic pink pony was always throwing, but that afternoon, as he did his rounds, something completely different caught his eye.
It was a damsel in distress situation if he'd ever seen one-- which, admittedly, he hadn't, but this was unmistakably one of them. A young pony, teetering precariously on the edge of life and death, surely about to fall to her doom if nothing stopped her. Luckily, there was a strong, dashing, fast-flying stallion around to rescue her from her obvious peril.
Whiplash puffed up his already buff chest, narrowing his hazel eyes and straightened out his mottled orange body, becoming one with the wind. In the blink of an eye, he had whipped around the tree, swooped her off the branch, and before she could say a word, he was hovering the both of them just above a high up cloud.
Sure, he could have put her on the ground, but he was always one to impress, and what Earth pony hadn't wanted to feel the sky beneath their feet before? The sheer romance of his gesture was enough to make her fall for him, for sure.
"Don't worry, Heaven Hooves, you're safe now," he said with a wink and a charming grin.
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Post by blizzard storm☂ on Mar 1, 2012 16:42:54 GMT -5
Blizzard screamed. She couldn't help it--anypony would have screamed if they were innocently standing in a tree and then suddenly abducted. Though she would be embarrassed as soon as she was still and thinking about it, she continued screaming even as they stopped moving, suspended in midair. As soon as her brain processed that they were safe and above a cloud, she clamped her mouth shut. Her abductor clearly didn't realize that she was just fine in the sky.
Of course, her abductor also didn't seem to realize that abduction was serious business. In fact, he didn't seem to know how to participate in an abduction at all. Blizzard was sure that hitting on his victim wasn't exactly criminal protocol. In fact, when she took a few seconds to think about what he had said, it sounded like he had meant to save her--which was even less acceptable than being abducted. She didn't need saving.
"What the hell," she said, starting to struggle and flail around in his grip, "do you think you're doing?!" She strained to break free of his hooves--there was a cloud underneath them and if she could just get away from him, she could easily make it, so long as she did it soon and before the cloud floated away. "Let go of me," she demanded. "Jerk."
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Post by »»whiplash on Mar 2, 2012 22:24:26 GMT -5
Whiplash stared at his ungrateful new companion, who was decidedly not as thankful nor as hopelessly in love as he had expected her to be after he had just saved her entire life.
"I am rescuing you," Whiplash said. "If I hadn't come along, you wouldn't be cuter than a cutie mark. You'd be flatter than a pancake. A cute pancake, but still flat." He winked.
"Besides," he added, "I can't put you down; your pretty little hooves would fall right through that cloud." He shook his head. "What would you do without me?"
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Post by blizzard storm☂ on Mar 2, 2012 22:43:44 GMT -5
Blizzard continued to flail around, pausing only at his weird compliment. It took her a few seconds to work out what he was saying, but as soon as she did, she started struggling again. Part of her was ready to leap to her own defense and explain that she was a Pegasus and she could balance on the clouds, but the allure of leaping to one herself and making her would-be savior sweat was much more appealing.
So she let him talk while she worked out a system of wiggling her legs and back alternately until, finally, she felt herself slipping out of his grasp. With one last wiggle, she wrenched herself free and leapt toward the closest cloud. For the few seconds that she was sailing toward it, she felt like she was really flying, and she closed her eyes and relished in the feeling of gravitylessness. When she landed, however, she remembered her rescuer and whirled around, rearing up and snarling at him.
All of the angry things she was going to say died in her throat when she looked at him. In his blue jumpsuit and goggles, he looked like the biggest dork ever. She blinked at him and then snorted. "What are you wearing?"
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Post by »»whiplash on Mar 3, 2012 0:23:44 GMT -5
Whiplash was making more terrible flirty puns, when all of a sudden, he felt himself losing grip on the other pony. Distressed, he tried to reshuffle her in his hooves so that he could get a better grip on her, but it was no use; soon, she had fallen from his grasp and was hurtling towards the cloud in much the same fashion as he'd imagined she would hurtle to the ground had he not been there to save her.
"Oh no, I--" he spluttered, poising himself to go after her-- but he soon found that he hadn't needed to poise anything. He had been just about to chastise himself for being a terrible savior-- having saved a damsel in distress, and then immediately proceeded to drop his damsel from an even higher height-- when his damsel landed softly and bouncily on the cloud beneath them. Then, she began making fun of his awesome uniform. Whiplash frowned, genuinely upset for a moment.
"I'm wearing my uniform, thank you very much. And it's a cool uniform. And... how are you doing that?" he asked her, eying her in disbelief. She wasn't a unicorn, so there was no way she was using magic to walk on the clouds.
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Post by blizzard storm☂ on Mar 3, 2012 0:33:51 GMT -5
"Your uniform for what?" she demanded. Because she saw that it distressed him that she was just fine on her own and in the clouds, she hopped a bit, wiggling around on the not-quite-solid surface and pawing at it, just to prove that she was standing on it as well as he could.
Now that she had gotten to where she wanted to be--albeit in a more complicated way than she'd intended--she looked around. there was the cloud she was on and then a smaller one that was about half a leap away, but other than that, she was alone in the sky with a crazy pony in a stupid blue "uniform" and he was the only way she was going to be able to get down. Life sucked so much.
"What do you mean?" she asked, though she knew exactly why he was asking, of course. "I'm a Pegasus." She twisted so that her flank and weathery cutie mark were facing him. "See? Lightning."
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Post by »»whiplash on Mar 3, 2012 1:08:35 GMT -5
Whiplash narrowed his eyes at her.
"No you're not," he told her. Instead of supporting his argument the way any other pony would, by pointing out that she didn't have wings, he instead said, "if you were a pegasus, you'd know exactly what my uniform is for."
He jumped off the cloud, did an impressive whooshy spin around her, and then came back and hovered above it. "I'm a Wonderbolt," he concluded with a flex and a grin.
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Post by blizzard storm☂ on Mar 3, 2012 1:16:37 GMT -5
If any other pony had said that to her, Blizzard would have been in their face, screaming her tail off. Even though she had started to do that with this pony, his next words stopped her. This pony was weird--every time he started to do something Blizzard recognized, he followed it up with something completely different and out of left field. Aside from that, he was just really into himself.
She watched his trick, nonplussed. She hated watching other pegasi fly and she especially hated watching them show off.
"I didn't know the Wonderbolts looked like such losers," she said, plopping down on the cloud and folding her hooves.
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Post by »»whiplash on Mar 3, 2012 21:09:07 GMT -5
Whiplash put his hooves to his heart in offense.
"Um, we don't," he said. "You're just a weird cloud-walking Earth pony who doesn't know anything." He stuck his tongue out. "But it's okay, gorgeous. You're still the mane to my tail." He winked.
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Post by blizzard storm☂ on Mar 3, 2012 21:41:02 GMT -5
Stallions were the worst. Blizzard was too annoyed by the fact that he could not go one sentence without hitting on her to notice that he was being a stupid Pegasus and so, instead of yelling, just huffed and turned away from him, folding her hooves underneath her and resting on them.
"Are you still talking?" she asked, shifting around to get comfortable. "You're kind of an idiot, so it would be nice if you would just shut up."
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Post by »»whiplash on Mar 3, 2012 22:23:56 GMT -5
Whiplash frowned. He wasn't used to ponies taking his advances so negatively. After all, Whiplash was a Wonderbolt, so excited pegasus mares, ponies, and fillies usually fell over their own feet trying to get his autograph and chat him up. This pony, pegasus or not, was considerably more difficult to impress.
"So you didn't want me to save your life?" He asked her, narrowing his eyes in confusion. "... Were you trying to hurt yourself? Because that's pretty depressing, Pretty Pony."
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Post by blizzard storm☂ on Mar 3, 2012 22:32:30 GMT -5
Blizzard let some air out with a growl. Wonderbolts were even stupider than regular stallions. "My life," she said, turning to glare at him, "wasn't in danger because, as you can see, I can balance on clouds."
She didn't relish the idea of having to explain her situation and life story to him, but she was starting to think that it might be necessary. Maybe if she introduced herself, he'd have heard of her somehow. She was sure that she was the only Pegasus that had ever been born without wings--or at least the most recent Pegasus to be born as such.
That, however, would have required an introduction and that was a conversation that she just couldn't bring herself to commit to.
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Post by »»whiplash on Mar 5, 2012 18:58:32 GMT -5
Whiplash was clearly a little slow on the issue, because it was still beyond him how a wingless, non-Wonderbolt-loving Earth pony pretending to be a Pegasus could possibly be balancing on a cloud.
"That is a pretty nifty little trick you taught yourself," he said, looking impressed. "But being that you don't look like you can balance on clouds, I definitely thought I was saving your life. Isn't it the thought that counts?"
He had, of course, cared whether the other pony had lived or died, because he wasn't a soulless dirtbag. However, Whiplash also found that the fillies liked it when you rescued them from imminent danger. It was hot to be a hero.
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Post by blizzard storm☂ on Mar 5, 2012 20:30:07 GMT -5
Since Blizzard doubted that she would ever see this stupid Wonderbolt stallion ever again--and would go out of her way to make sure that she didn't--she figured that there was no real point in trying to explain her whole life story to him. After all, it made her look like a badass if she was an earth pony balancing on the clouds.
"Thanks." She rolled her eyes. She was not in the practice of saying things just because somepony else wanted to hear them, but she felt more like she was breaking this pony's concept of life than any other pony's. "You're a real hero."
She lifted her head up to look at the stallion, tilting it to the side. "You know, I'm pretty sure that this makes me way cooler than you. I mean, every pegasus can fly, but how many earth ponies can balance on clouds?"
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