Genuine Things
There are times when the colors and sounds of this world completely overwhelm me.
Then there are times like right now...
Now... as I sit on this park bench, my head leaning back, my limbs draped over the edge...
And I lose myself in the hum... the green reverberations of all things that are.
And beyond the green, there is my friend, turquoise. And everything in between is filled with everyone's neighbor, tan.
And in a way... it's comforting.
It's comforting to know... and to feel.
But the colors are just the surface. Flismy wrapping to the real nuggets of emotion hidden beneath.
There are things that I'm guilty of. Then there are things that other ponies are guilty of. What's it matter if I owe them or if they owe me? Strife or peace... anger or kindness... either way it's a musical masterpiece... a tapestry of colors.
The only thing that bothers me is that I used to conduct the kaleidoscope.
Lately, the collage has been consuming me. And I can't help but feel as though the colors could have swirled in a different way.
Is it a matter of trying harder?
Of putting my heart and soul into things?
I have passion, yes...
But passion...
Well...
It has given me this. A world where I refuse to go home... because the sweetest things in life are that which currently haunt me.
When did it all change?
Has it been a matter of change?
If so... if not...
...is there a way that I can change it back?
I let loose a sigh, cutting a swath through the green with my magenta breath. Through the fresh slit, I hear the golden giggles of ponies in the park.
My heart jolts. My eyes open with a bit of fright.
But then—as I focus on the foals' voices—I realize that none of them are blue.
I glance across the lawn regardless.
I see the fillies and colts dribbling a hoofball across the emerald landscape. One colt threads through the needle, slides, and kicks the ball up high. It arcs through the air, twirls, then lands in the crook of a tall tree's upper branches.
The children scuffle to a stop, their wining voices filling the air with dirty yellow waves.
"Awwwwwwww..."
"Really?"
"Meh. What are the odds?"
"Uhhh... wanna play jumprope instead?"
"Ew. No."
"Why'd you have to be so good at kicking?"
I'm almost leaning forward to pick the ball up for them with my telekinesis... but somepony beats me to it.
I watch as an orange set of wingfeathers streak into view. With lithe forelimbs, a familiar stallion grasps the ball, then floats down to the foals' level.
"Here ya go, sport," Flash Sentry smiles, tossing the ball towards a gaping colt. "Nice kick! Bet you'll be in the pros before long." He winks with a salute.
"Jee! Thanks, Mister!" The colt salutes back and dribbles the ball back downhill. "You're awesome!"
"So I've been told," Flash says, chuckling.
The foals run after the colt, clambering for the ball as they scamper down towards a lower level of the park.
Flash watches them for a small space in time. Then, with a sigh, he turns around to resume his leisurely stroll across the park. In so doing, his gaze sweeps across me. He does a double-take, blinking.
I stare back through my shades.
A slight twitch, and he smiles. Then waves.
I gulp... then wave back.
He turns around and trots down the path. He makes it only five or six paces before he lingers to a stop. I see the quivers of hesitation rolling through him. His ears twitch, and his jaw muscles clench. Nevertheless—after much fidgeting—he turns around and slowly... quietly shuffles back towards me.
I blink.
He takes a deep breath... then says, "I heard about... uhm... a certain adventure that you undertook with Twi..." He gulps. "With Her Royal Majesty. And I just want to say... uh... thanks, you know?" He produces a genuine... albeit weak smile. "She entrusted a lot to you, and you fell through for her... especially when it wasn't very easy or familiar. I... uh..." He cleared his throat. "I think the Princess is very lucky to have such good friends. Ponies whom she can trust. So... for what it's worth... thank you. Thank you for helping her... for protecting her. It's... well... it's what I shou—... would have done." He punctuates with a nervous chuckle.
I can only nod. There's something mesmerizing about his speech. It takes me a few seconds to ascertain why.
The brown is all gone. Instead... it's a very deep... very breathy yellow... not quite gold, but an earnest recreation. Sincere.
He leaves me to be in peace before I can even contemplate the matter further...
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Flash Sentry is a great guy, huh?
Ah, fuck. I'm so getting this comment downvoted now...
So brown means that false hope was layering it?
Flash Sentry is good pony. I never really disliked him all that much.
Lyra-style.
So, Flash was afraid to go through the Mirror? I can't blame him; it isn't something that one can confront casually. Yeah, he's a good guy but he is also not without fears and flaws like any pony. I think he is easier to take when he isn't on a pedestal.
Vinyl, it isn't so much that you needed to try harder with other ponies in the symphony of your life, it is that you needed to try harder with your own part. You've been letting your fears and your trauma control you. You cannot take charge of your own life if there are areas, major areas, where you have borderline-blackout fits just being exposed to certain memories or sounds. You need to seek proper help for those, my friend, before it destroys you.
Is that to suggest that previously he wasn't sincere? Others have said that brown correlated with dishonesty. If so, what was dishonest about him before? And why would it be different now?
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I think Vinyl's perception of people may be coloured by how she feels about them as well as the type of sound she makes and any magical detection like ability she might have. So their voice seeming to be a colour does not specifically mean what she might immediately think it does.
6623139 No, you're not. And credit where it's due, he was the first person to offer help in any variety to Twi in EQG. He's not a horrible character, it's just horrible that Hasbro pulled him out of thin air, filled him with cheap cliché's for their "buy our toys" movie, and then used him to fill the High school crush trope for said movie.
6623431 Flash Sentry isn't terrible, but because he's just so, so very cliche it's far too easy for anyone with an ounce of familiarity with stories to instantly knee-jerk dislike him. Just because.
It's not that he's default smarmy or unpleasant, but instead that he feels so cookie-cutter it's repulsive.
It's for the same reason that Disney and their cookie-cutter movies were literally being gutted by Pixar before they cleaned house and changed tack. Because there's nothing fresh or interesting there, and it just feels forced and bland.
His character in the movies, to me, tastes of stale wheat germ and too much cooking oil, is the best way I can describe it.
So, I guess this really means Twi and Sentry are... on hiatus? Did he break up with her over being the "good enough" copy of the man she fell for in the human world? It almost sounded like they both somewhat, despite not being really her fault, blame her for convincing Twilight to break that little secret to Flash? I wonder if telling her the positive things is just their way of coping with their little breakup/fight they had.
Poor Twilight. She's back to being Princess of Books... Can't blame V for this one I suppose. You can't tell V to not try what Twilight is already enjoying/was enjoying and not have to face the consequences for those actions.
No wonder people prefer to live in lies. Truth is a bitch sometimes.
6616020 If anything... I think he asked the important question: "Do you still love him?" or something... and Twilight being torn by guilt and yet being unable to lie to Sentry... got the answer he didn't want to hear.
Messy situation is messy.
6623312 Correct me if I am wrong, but she didn't abuse SB in any shape or form for what, honestly, deserves punishment. She pointed at the door and threw a vinyl against a wall.
If someone is so fucking bland than THAT is considered abuse towards her, then that someone will have a life-long trauma the moment a bird poops over her by chance, and kill herself the moment someone forgets to give her candy.
6623721 From Sweetie's viewpoint, Vinyl turned into a completely different person with almost no provocation. Did Sweetie overstep boundaries and violate Vinyl's privacy? Yes. Does she understand just exactly what is going on with Vinyl? Not even a little. But Vinyl is keeping her issue from everybody and repressing it; being triggered by hearing her voice and seeing an album cover are issues that should have been dealt with, or at the very least confronted, long before Sweetie made her mistake.
And again, Sweetie is a child. Kids make mistakes, kids break stuff, kids get into things they aren't supposed to, and that's what their supposed to do. It's how they develop and grow. In the end, Vinyl is an adult and should have acted as such.
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>Does she understand just exactly what is going on with Vinyl?
No, but from Vinyl's reaction it shouldn't be hard to see that it's a touchy issue, and from what SB said before running away she understood that.
I understand the problem of Vinyl keeping it down, what I don't understand is, in which part, do Vinyl's actions warrant a "DON'T EVER SEE MY SISTER AGAIN NO YOU AREN'T EVEN ALLOWED TO TELL YOUR SIDE OF THE STORY" reaction.
>being triggered by hearing her voice
She can't talk because her own voice sends her into epileptics, of course she doesn't want to touch disks. It's like asking a veteran why doesn't he want to hear the song his dead friend liked.
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I think there's a lot to this. I wonder if Flash wasn't just going along with Twi because he felt obligated more than out of any real desire, and is a little relieved that she broke it off rather than him having to down the road.
Huh. What do you know. Well, Flash is grateful, so there's that. Vinyl might have made a friend... or an acquaintance... whatever, at least she doesn't seem to hate him anymore
Whaddya know, Flash ain't so bad 8'D
Hehehe, nice nice nice.
Good show!
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Remember that the color of the voice also changes with what's being felt when speaking. If brown is dishonesty then everything he's been saying up until now has been a lie or dodgy in some way. If this is sincerity, then he's finally said something he actually means from the heart.