"Is it just me, or did the Princess seem a little...odd...to you?" Octavia asked as they walked through the park. After being surprised by Princess Luna back in the cafe and hastily making an exit, the two silently agreed to keep walking wherever their hooves took them. As it turned out, the eight combined limbs bore their masters towards Canterlot's popular park district, situated only a stone's throw away from where they were eating. The park itself, nestled between the Middle and Upper districts of the city, was a popular location for ponies of all walks of life to come and relax in its scenic atmosphere.
"Well, maybe she was stressed," Vinyl replied. Octavia nodded in agreement, it seemed like a simple enough reason. Co-ruling an entire nation and getting re-acclimated to society after a thousand years of isolation would seem like reason enough to be stressed. "Or," Vinyl continued after a brief pause, "maybe she was brainwashed."
"Brainwashed..." Octavia deadpanned back. "You're right, that makes total sense, because a brainwashed pony capable of enacting new laws and moving a celestial body has absolutely nothing else to do but make us their own personal playthings."
"I know!" Vinyl exclaimed, Octavia's sarcasm going so far over her head that it was probably in orbit by now, "think about it, she wasn't the way she usually was with us, she didn't even try to tease us or anything! It has to be the changelings, they must have infiltrated our system and are planning to take us down from the inside, except now we can't just fire the orbital friendship cannon at them!"
"Orbital...friendship...cannon..." Octavia slowly repeated.
"Yeah, you know, that rainbow thing that happens when those six ponies wear the flashy jewelry. They nuke the baddie, and everything's back to normal. Except they aren't here so they can't do that. It's the perfect plan...except we caught on to it. We can still stop it Octy, you and me. Vinyl and Octy vs. the world!"
"Vinyl, I'm going to ask you to do something," Octavia stated slowly.
"What's that? Kick flank? Chew bubblegum? Oh, but I'm all out of gum..."
"Vinyl, shut up."
"Geez Octy, you have no imagination," Vinyl groaned, bumping Octavia's hip with her own.
"No, unlike you, I live in something normal ponies call reality. It's quite nice actually, maybe you should move there sometime. I hear the food's good."
Vinyl tried to hold back a snort at the remark. "Wow Octy, I didn't know you had a sense of humor in there. Tell ya what, for making me laugh, I'll think about getting a timeshare or something in this 'reality' place."
"It's a start, I suppose," Octavia sighed.
The two continued their slow pace through the park, greeting ponies as they themselves were greeted. It was a nice experience for the both of them; it was a taste of normality, something that was extremely lacking in light of recent events. Despite the stressful situation she was in, Octavia actually began to relax, letting the calm surroundings melt away her worries for a while as if she were under the skilled hooves of a masseuse. Perhaps the surroundings worked a little too well on her, as she soon found herself trying to stifle a yawn, a yawn that did not go unnoticed by Vinyl.
"You tired, Octy?" Vinyl asked. It was a simple question that usually would warrant a simple answer, but Octavia was a little shocked at the mare it was coming from. Maybe she was reading too much into it, but that question coming from Vinyl made it seem like Vinyl actually cared how she was feeling. Octavia must have taken a little too long to respond, as the next thing she new she was staring into Vinyl's amethyst eyes.
"Yo, Equestria to Octy," Vinyl asked as she waved a hoof between their eyes, "I asked if you were tired and you kinda spaced out on me."
"Huh? Oh!" Octavia stammered, her cheeks flushing a little bit in embarrassment, or what she sincerely hoped was just embarrassment. "Y-yes, I am a little tired I suppose..."
"Alright, I guess here's as good as anywhere," Vinyl declared, causing Octavia to raise an eyebrow. The signal was not lost on Vinyl, as she clarified moments later. "I mean you can lay on this bench and catch some z's, travel to dreamland, or nap as the popular saying goes." She gestured to a vacant bench near underneath a nice shady oak tree that seemed like it would be perfect for the activity.
Octavia thought for a moment. Sure she was tired, but to sleep like this out in public? It would be a disgrace to her image...except she remembered that her image wasn't hers anymore, that was in the hooves of Vinyl now. She suppressed a shudder at the thought. But what about Vinyl, would she also decide to take a nap as well? It sure seemed like her, at least. But then, where would she be sleeping? On the ground? No, that would not do, if Octavia's body were to stoop so low as to be seen sleeping in public, it would at least have some form of proper bedding. After a few moments, Octavia made up her mind.
"I appreciate the offer Vinyl, but if we're both going to take a nap, I would just assume go back to one of our dwellings and sleep there."
Vinyl raised an eyebrow, "I never said anything about me sleeping. You seemed tired and I thought you'd appreciate the chance to take a rest."
"Wait, you're not going to sleep?" Octavia asked in surprise.
"Nah, I like to pony watch when I come to the park, and besides I don't want to throw off your body's sleep schedule or anything like that. So I'll just stay up and wait until you're finished napping, then we can go back. Sound ok?" Vinyl asked, a small tone of pleading, nigh detectable, creeping into her voice.
Octavia smiled warmly at her, "Alright, you've convinced me. Let's go then."
Vinyl smiled widely as she half walked, half bounced to the aforementioned bench, Octavia in tow. Vinyl hopped up on the bench and patted the spot next to her, inviting Octavia to sit along with her. Octavia took the invitation and sat down, looking up at the view in front of them. While the bench itself was a little off the path, it was also on slightly elevated ground, giving ponies sitting on it a nice view of the center of the park where other ponies would be playing. The fact that it was out of the way also made it quieter than other places in the park, and one could be easily lulled to sleep from the tranquility. It was almost as if they were detached from the world around them and they were merely observers.
Octavia began to settle down when she noticed a problem; the bench wasn't big enough for both Vinyl to sit and Octavia to lay down.
"Uh, Vinyl..."
"Yeah?"
"I can't lay down with you sitting there without our bodies overlapping..." Octavia muttered quietly.
"Huh? Oh, just lay your head in my lap," Vinyl replied casually, not making eye contact with Octavia.
"What!?" Octavia yelped in surprise, her cheeks flushing hotly.
"Hey, i-it's not like I chose this bench because of that..." Vinyl stammered in defense. "I just thought you'd like someplace out of the way so you could, uh, relax and stuff."
Octavia calmed down a bit at that. True, their location was nice and quiet, and it wasn't like there were other ponies around to see them, clearly at least. It's a nice thought of her at least, as ill thought-out as it was. I suppose it can't hurt...oh I sure hope none of this makes it back to Mother...
Without a word, Octavia managed to slowly shift her position, lightly resting her head on Vinyl's lap, causing the mare to jump a little in surprise. Octavia looked up towards Vinyl's eyes, which were looking anywhere but at her. She looks so embarrassed and uncomfortable...
"Vinyl are you sure-"
"Yeah, i-it's alright, you just caught me off guard, heh..." Vinyl dismissed, rubbing the back of her head. "Get some rest Octavia, you look like you could use some."
"Mhmm," Octavia mumbled in agreement as she turned her head away from Vinyl's body. This is surprisingly comfortable actually... Octavia's eyes closed as she sighed contentedly, the calls of dreamland beckoning her to join them. As she drifted off, she smiled slightly wider as she remembered something. She called me Octavia this time...
IT'S STILL ALIVE!!!
Ponies!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lol thought this fic died
So happy it hasn't
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You know, if people bothered to read my blog posts about this story, they would know I took a break because of school -_-
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Currently tracking 68 fics, you'll have to forgive me.
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It's fine, though I shall use your comment to remind/tell everyone to enjoy this story, for it shall be my last. And I'm tracking about 108 fics :P
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I kinda just brease through my notificationsi get like 50-60 a day and my feed gets pretty cluttered as well
That and I dont pay attention to most blogs
" to it@ We can"
Um...random @ right there...
""What's that? Kick flank? Chew bubblegum? Oh, but I'm all out of gum...""
/) respect
"where the seeds of romance are planted."
Dude, this is an OctyScratch fic, you're going to have to plant those seeds sometime.
So yeah...nice chapter dude!
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You never know, I could one day give out free candy or Riot Points or something just to see how many people read them
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I have no idea what you're talking about, there's no punctuation errors there
And yeah, I just had to make her say that, it fit her personality so well
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What was I thinking, staying up until 2:30 has really been getting to me...
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Tell me about it, I wrote this instead of preparing for final exams. And now I'm watching anime instead of preparing for final exams.
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Omg Riot points???? You play League of Legends????
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And I'm reading fan-fics instead of writing that poem that'll screw over my language arts grade...
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Yeah, I'm a level 30 jungle main, but I haven't really done much ranked. I'm usually on by mid afternoon and play until midnight unless I constantly get bad teams.
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I was never good at poetry, just stories, so I understand where you're coming from.
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Add that to the fact that I'm Asian, and I'm basically screwed...
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Write a bunch of random stuff about flowers and trees, then add fuck it all at the end. I'm sure your teacher won't get too mad...
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If only last year's teacher didn't retire...we have a new teacher this year, you know how new teachers are? Basically follow the rules. She will care, believe me.
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Im. A lvl30 adc or ap caster usually on late night on sat sun or Monday. Est
I play a ton of bot games but I play pvp as well
I was silver ranked in season 2
Started on the last week thow shoulda been plat or higher otherwise
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They're that way until they get their 5 years or whatever the school's job security time is. After they hit that, you'd be surprised how quickly they turn around. Still, poetry though, I haven't written any of that since high school. Back when one could not choose their subject matter (except that one book report I was able to do over the Watchmen comic).
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Exactly...I hate middle school...why does pre-IB have to be so difficult?
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Message me your summoner name, we should play sometime.
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Middle school in general is just a terrible terrible place, flee from there as soon as you can.
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8th grade, less than a month left. So close...
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Then hope and pray that high school passes quickly. You might think that it's the best thing ever, but believe me when you graduate and look back at who you were, you're probably going to be like ohgodwhy.jpg
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I'm already doing that...
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It's my theory: who I am hates who I was
And I feel like I've quoted a song right there...
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Jd9dfn0Fgc
copy->paste->google
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Kool I also play a pretty mean suport champ so I can be pretty much anything
Gimmy a sec wile I figure out the privet. Message system here
2535396 Waitwaitwait... From reading one of my fave stories, I found not one, but TWO LoL players?
... Mind if I add both of you? I mean, I'm only lvl 16, but I'm getting there. Best at adc and apc, sometimes top if needed.
I usually play ARAM now, but I still play the others every now and then.
Message me names please?
Right you are. And I like this new direction (not that musical group). Can't wait for more.
2535214>>2535220 you silly people and your double and triple digit followings, I'm tracking uhhhhhhhh
Uhhmmm somewhere near 1000 or so, and I've got to reread half of them every time they update lol
Edit: yeah I'm just lucky I can read 100+ wps once I get going
2536169 100+ words per second‽ I'm a quick reader, but that's just ridiculous.
I've only got about 50 uncomplete stories that I'm tracking, but I'm deliberately holding back to make sure I have enough time for school.
2536484 yeah, I was had completley finished a story i had started like 2 hrs before and it was 100k+ words (I cant remember the specific time+word count) and i did the math, and it came out to 132 with some decimal, and i went
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They might make another appearance, but I'm not quite sure yet. Just have to see where my fingers take the story.
My idea of a intermission
Look at the stats / view chart. It starts low stays low than spikes to the 900 in one day funny no.
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I like to think it's because people are excited for updates...Then again I get excited when I see this in the featured box with each update, if only for a little while. Honestly, I never thought my sub-par writing and crazy story concept would have been this popular
2539632 You should go back to working on this
I got this story on hard cover already 31.media.tumblr.com/3a3626cd4f0de84ad661dc690c2acec8/tumblr_mr6c4xOYp01r6vmd6o1_1280.jpg
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You got me excited until I realized it was impossible. Still though, I wish I could have a custom image for this story . Then again, I probably need to finish it first before I start asking for things like that .
Do you haaave to ship them? I was liking the non-shippy direction this was going in.
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I suggest adding a Romance tag if you plan to implement that. People like to know what they're getting into, ey?
Otherwise, nice story.
please let Octavia have crazy Vinyl acid trip dream. that is my only request...
*clicks next chapter*
Hooray for They Live reference!!
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I love the fact that tavi is werein head phones backwards and vinyl is werein tavis bow tie on her horn