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| #Post#: 3135-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Out of His Element | |
| By: Hex Date: August 21, 2017, 11:04 am | |
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| "I'll admit, you grasped the rules quicker than most. Faster | |
| than I did, I know." Not strictly true, but whatever. He does | |
| have a habit of forgetting to not get up and bowl again after a | |
| strike. It would probably help him learn if he ever got a | |
| strike. "Now that the academics are out of the way, let's see | |
| how well you handle the application." | |
| #Post#: 3180-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Out of His Element | |
| By: PLO Date: August 28, 2017, 7:11 pm | |
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| "Yes, and let us see if your way of balling can match your way | |
| of words, good Hex." PLO is back in full composure, | |
| straight-standing and confident, ready to take on this past time | |
| of this town and own it. He retrieves a mid-weight yellow ball | |
| from the rack and sets himself regally in front of the lane. No | |
| deep breath needed, he is already in control. He steps forward | |
| and sends the orb rolling rapidly down towards its targets. | |
| It falls into the gutter about halfway through. | |
| At the end of seven turns later, the score is relatively even. | |
| PLO, despite his early flub, did manage to recover somewhat | |
| nicely, and had overall missed very few of the pins, sitting at | |
| a score of 59. When Hex finished his turn, he was left at 56, | |
| just 3 behind PLO. The scores themselves would be pleasing to | |
| him if that was the whole story. There's nothing wrong with | |
| being ahead of one whom he assumed to be a seasoned veteran of | |
| the sport, given his masterful expression of the rules and his | |
| choice of this recreation in the first place when pressed for | |
| it. And for the first few turns, he was good-natured about the | |
| whole thing. | |
| What was not okay was that there was one pin of the ten that | |
| would simply not fall down for him. He noticed it at five turns | |
| in, possibly after the other two ponies involved, and thereafter | |
| made it his mission to knock it down. But no. No matter how he | |
| threw the ball, and how many pins were knocked around it, it | |
| simply would not be knocked over. Because of this, he got no | |
| strikes, no spares, no extra points, not even the ones that he | |
| would have gotten for knocking over just that pin. | |
| And he is not happy about it. Not in the slightest. Aside from | |
| that one detail the game would have become tedious, he feels, | |
| but...that. One. Pin! | |
| He tries not to let his irritation show, but that has never been | |
| his strong point. His mane also gives it away, though its | |
| crackling would have been growing even without that. "You know," | |
| he says, force-calmly as he steps once more with his chosen | |
| favorite ball, "if dhe point of the game is the destruction of | |
| those pins, dhis seems a terribly inefficient vhay to do so." As | |
| he speaks, his horn lights up and a shaft of lightning coils | |
| down his horn to his neck, then down his hoof, which touches the | |
| ball, charging it with electrical energy and drawing eyes. | |
| He hurls the glowing, crackling ball down the lane (making sure | |
| to roll it, thank you very much), electricity arcing out, | |
| cracking and burning the surface of the aisle as it goes amid | |
| shouts of surprise and/or anger from behind him. Upon impacting | |
| the lead pin, dead center, it erupts, causing a small explosion | |
| that sends ball and pin pieces flying, and by now nearly | |
| everypony's attention was directed to the blast which cleared | |
| not only that lane but the force of which knocked down all the | |
| pins in three lanes in either direction. | |
| ...Except for the single one standing in the center of where the | |
| formation was, clean, spotless, and 100% not knocked down. | |
| #Post#: 3206-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Out of His Element | |
| By: Lamplight Date: September 9, 2017, 2:15 pm | |
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| Lamplight sits back to watch as the two stallions begin playing, | |
| with thankfully no further arguing. While he had grasped the | |
| rules fairly quickly, it still took a few turns to PLO to get | |
| the hang of it, and soon the scores were just about tied up. | |
| Bowling wasn't the most exciting game in the world, but | |
| Lamplight was still enjoying herself now that the two had | |
| started getting along better, at least for now. She can't help | |
| but chuckle as it becomes apparent that PLO is unable to hit the | |
| center pin, no matter what he does the ball somehow avoiding | |
| that one pin every single time. He does seem to be getting | |
| rather annoyed at it though, which might be understandable if he | |
| wasn't taking it so seriously. She stands up as he approaches | |
| for his next turn with a dangerous look in his eye and his mane | |
| crackling with electricity, which she has come to understand | |
| means he was upset. Before she can do anything to stop him he's | |
| already rolled the ball, now charged with energy, down the lane, | |
| which explodes in spectacular fashion and blows over all the | |
| pins in several nearby lanes... but somehow missing the one he'd | |
| been aiming at. Lamplight puts a hoof to her head as every eye | |
| in the bowling alley is turned their way. Talk about taking | |
| things too seriously... The owner, not to mention the nearby | |
| players who's games had been interrupted, were not going to be | |
| happy about this... | |
| #Post#: 3227-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Out of His Element | |
| By: Hex Date: September 18, 2017, 11:00 am | |
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| Overall, Hex isn't having TOO bad a time. Bowling wasn't | |
| something he did often, but it was refreshing to have somepony | |
| with him that wasn't just bowling him out of the water. It's a | |
| tad frustrating that he's being beaten by some backwoods clod. | |
| It's entertaining seeing him fail to get the center pin every | |
| time, though. | |
| When the explosion happens, it knocks his glasses askew. Taking | |
| a moment to fix them up, he glances around the room at the | |
| aftermath before staring at the single shining, standing pin. He | |
| smirks. "I'll admit, I'm impressed..." this probably isn't a | |
| good time for a jab, but he just can't help himself... "...I | |
| never thought you'd be able to keep that one up. Way of, uh, | |
| controlling your fate." | |
| #Post#: 3228-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Out of His Element | |
| By: PLO Date: September 18, 2017, 2:16 pm | |
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| PLO turns back around from his failed attempt at clearing the | |
| center pin, rounding on Hex and drawing up to his full height. | |
| "You think I fhas trying to keep dhat vhone up?" he practically | |
| shouts, his mane flashing the brilliant yellow of his lightning. | |
| His control on his accent also seems to have drained away with | |
| his rage. "You dhink-" | |
| He's interrupted as the owner marches over in front of his face, | |
| himself livid. He's flanked by several other customers clamoring | |
| for attention and angry at the black pony. "Hey, what's the big | |
| idea?? I let you and your friend in, provide you with a nice | |
| bowling facility for you two, look the other way when you start | |
| your game over, don't think I didn't notice that, and then you- | |
| how could-" | |
| "My friend said dhe point is destruction, I provided | |
| destruction!" PLO interrupts, not speaking louder than the other | |
| stallion but still somehow speaking over him. "And vhat is dhe | |
| idea, making pins that vhon't fall over to-" | |
| "Hey, I wasn't done talking!" the owner re-interrupts, even | |
| louder than before. | |
| At about this time, ponies start noticing just how dark it is | |
| outside. "Hey, isn't it...it's not that late, is it? What time | |
| is..." There's some murmuring and most of the ponies in the | |
| building break off from the altercation to check outside. | |
| Looking up, there's a large black cloud shading the building and | |
| a good amount of the surrounding area. There's even a contingent | |
| of the weather patrol trying ineffectually to beat it away and | |
| disperse it, to little avail. | |
| All of this escapes PLO and the owner, who are locked in | |
| argument. "...run a business! I hope you're going to pay for the | |
| damage you did to those lanes!!" | |
| "Fine! Vhatever!" PLO shouts, and pulls out a small black purse. | |
| His mane and tail are practically a solid glowing yellow at this | |
| point, with small arcs of lightning jumping between them across | |
| his body. "How much-" | |
| He doesn't have time to finish his inquiry before a bolt of | |
| lightning jumps from the cloud through the roof and strikes dead | |
| onto PLO's back. The ensuing shockwave sends both him and the | |
| owner flying comically through the roof as the building | |
| collapses around them, along with anypony else that might have | |
| stuck around nearby. | |
| PLO lands not too far in front of the burning remains what used | |
| to be the bowling alley, and lies on his stomach groaning. His | |
| mane and tail have returned to their jet black coloring, and a | |
| small fire is on his mane. The owner lands just after him a | |
| little farther away as fire crews and paramedics start arriving | |
| on the scene, but he's none the worse for wear, or looks it | |
| anyway. He bounds to his hooves and runs back to the smoldering | |
| rubble, falling to a kneeling position. | |
| "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" he cries, with the | |
| loudness of someone who can't tell quite how loud he's being. Or | |
| because he just wants to be loud. After the lightning strike, | |
| the cloud quickly disperses, much to the chagrin of the weather | |
| team who would have liked to use it for rain to help with the | |
| fire. | |
| #Post#: 3421-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Out of His Element | |
| By: Hex Date: November 6, 2017, 9:52 am | |
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| Scared stiff, Hex doesn't have the wherewithal to move when the | |
| shouting match starts. | |
| He shields his eyes when the blast hits, and it takes a moment | |
| after for his eyes to see more than a dark blur. In the | |
| meantime, he can hear crashes echo around him and the floor | |
| shaking a bit as the building collapses. | |
| When he can see again, he finds that the shockwave failed to | |
| move him, and the structure has left him completely unscathed | |
| (albeit a little trapped). Soon he's recovered enough to speak: | |
| "Huh." | |
| #Post#: 3436-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Out of His Element | |
| By: Lamplight Date: November 29, 2017, 5:46 pm | |
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| Lamplight can only shake her head as Hex continues to antagonize | |
| PLO, amazed that he could have so little self control. Who | |
| thinks it's a good idea to insult somepony who just blew up | |
| three bowling lanes out of frustration? She gets up to go try to | |
| break them up when she spots the manager heading this way. She | |
| sighs and turns to head back to where her patrons were still | |
| playing. She would rather not sit through what is undoubtedly | |
| going to be a shouting match. PLO does not seem like the type to | |
| just accept that he did something wrong and take responsibility. | |
| Sure enough, the manager starts yelling behind her. She almost | |
| makes it back to her former group when it becomes apparent | |
| things are not going well. She turns around as the sky outside | |
| darkens and sees PLO's mane glowing brightly, although he | |
| doesn't seem to be doing much yelling himself. She barely has | |
| time to duck for cover as the massive bolt of lightning blows a | |
| hole through the roof and blasts most of the roof and upper | |
| walls clear off the bowling alley. Thankfully, the damage seems | |
| to be limited to the building itself, and as she gets back to | |
| her hooves it seems like nopony is seriously injured. Her | |
| patron's game had been at the far end, and they'd avoided even | |
| being hurt at all. Without them to worry about, Lamplight turns | |
| and makes her way out of the ruins of the bowling alley, coming | |
| to a stop a short distance from where PLO is lying on the ground | |
| feeling sorry for himself. Well he should be sorry. How somepony | |
| with such a temper could manage to get this far in life without | |
| learning to control his magic was beyond her. He's just lucky | |
| nopony had actually really gotten hurt, destroying an entire | |
| place of business over a tantrum is bad enough as it is. | |
| Lamplight sighs, shaking her head and turning to return to her | |
| own group. Let somepony else deal with him, yelling would | |
| probably just make him blow up the house across the street | |
| anyway. | |
| #Post#: 3440-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Out of His Element | |
| By: PLO Date: December 1, 2017, 6:38 pm | |
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| PLO shakily stands up, batting at his face with a hoof, sending | |
| up a cloud of soot and dirt. "Right. I suppose...that vhas...a | |
| bit too long...ago..." he blinks and waves away a couple of | |
| emergency personnel checking on him. He seems incredibly | |
| low-energy. "No, no...am fine, am-" | |
| He's interrupted by the owner barging past the others into his | |
| face once again. "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE, | |
| DON'T THINK YOU'RE NOT! THAT WAS MY BUSINESS, MY-" | |
| PLO is having none of that, and puts his hoof over the other | |
| pony's mouth. Oddly enough, it works. "Fine. Vhill pay. Vhill | |
| buy. How much is price of bowlink alley?" He glances around and | |
| spots his purse sitting nearby, then begins walking towards it, | |
| seemingly oblivious to the fire still on his mane. | |
| The owner isn't pacified for long, and follows belligerently | |
| close behind. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU SAID, BUT NOPONY SHUTS ME-" | |
| PLO proves him wrong once again after picking up the purse, the | |
| same way he had just seconds before. "Yes. Vhill pay," PLO | |
| repeats, louder than previously, and starts digging out some | |
| coins. "How much to buy?" | |
| "OH, REALLY," the owner resumes as soon as his mouth is free | |
| again. "YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE ENOUGH IN THAT-" | |
| PLO rolls his eyes and keeps pulling out coins until they form a | |
| small mound on the ground. "-LITTLE PURSE YOU GOT THERE? THAT | |
| THERE BOWLING ALLEY WAS WORTH-" PLO stares the stallion in the | |
| eye and turns the purse opening down over the pile, and coins | |
| cascade out of the open mouth, the pile growing until it's | |
| practically as large as the two ponies, with their legs | |
| partially submerged by the spill. "-MORE THAN you | |
| probably...ever..." The owner's rage seems to subside as the | |
| pile grows, falling silent. | |
| Having seemed to satisfy the peasant, PLO snorts and stows his | |
| purse away in his cape and shoos a pegasus approaching with a | |
| bucket. He ambles slowly back into the bowling alley, which has | |
| been gotten under control, except Hex is still stranded, | |
| unnoticed. PLO spots him through gaps in the rubble and huffs, | |
| muttering something under his breath before calling back out to | |
| the others tiredly, "Dhere is pony in here." Emergency personnel | |
| converge on the trap to free him while PLO walks on through the | |
| building, trudging down what was previously one of the lanes | |
| until he reaches his nemesis. | |
| His horn sparks and he points it at the center pin, still | |
| standing where it was, unmoved. A pitiful jolt of electricity | |
| jumps at the pin, having zero effect on it. | |
| He kicks it over with a clatter. | |
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