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| #Post#: 3450-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Not a Balloon | |
| By: Clarity Date: December 6, 2017, 6:42 pm | |
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| Clarity steps out of the local library, pausing to let her eyes | |
| adjust and fluff one of her pigtails before walking the rest of | |
| the way out. A string trails upwards from one of her forehooves. | |
| She pulls it downward until the end is below the edge of the | |
| door frame, along with Clair who's floating along upside down | |
| above. Once he's out, Clarity lets the string extend again, | |
| Clair floating upward and pulling the string with him, serene in | |
| the air, drifting slightly with the breeze. "How's the weather | |
| up there, Clair?" Clarity calls up to him, squinting and | |
| smiling. | |
| "It feels sunny," he says back to her, in his normal quiet | |
| voice, so she has a bit of a hard time hearing him. "Like it | |
| would be warmer if it wasn't windy." | |
| #Post#: 3475-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Not a Balloon | |
| By: Brio Dreamer Date: January 5, 2018, 12:11 am | |
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| In the sky a short ways down the street there was a small show | |
| of sorts going on with the clouds. They would bunch up then | |
| disperse quickly in random directions and with a wonderful puff | |
| brought on by a flying mare that was very dedicated in her quest | |
| to get some kind of trick down right. Once upon a time she had | |
| witnessed a rather skilled pegasus do very close to the same | |
| thing, however where she looked to be barreling through clouds | |
| for its own sake the pegasus before her had mastered the impact | |
| in such a way as to produce shapes in the sky once the clouds | |
| settled. She'd used this trick to entertain children. And Brio. | |
| Sometimes people couldn't tell the difference. Since then Brio | |
| had occasionally attempted to recreate the trick herself, but so | |
| far the only shape she'd managed to hammer out was that of | |
| mashed potatoes and sometimes a scary accurate portrait of a | |
| great aunt she saw once when she was seven. Getting over the | |
| confusing and unsettling omen, Brio would soldier on with her | |
| cloud bashing until she'd grown dizzy from the loops and swoops | |
| and found herself hovering for a breather. | |
| At this time she'd see someone floating like a balloon, upside | |
| down and connected via string to a pony on the ground as if it | |
| t'weren't even a thing. Maaaaybe she'd taken that last turn too | |
| quickly. Or had struck too many fluff n' stuffs for her poor | |
| little noggin. Perhaps she angered reality and set things topsy | |
| turvy?! Nature was not meant to be abused through headbutts for | |
| her own amusement! It was so clear to her now! | |
| "What have I done?" she quietly asked herself, looking over | |
| towards the mass of clouds that currently resembled a melty ice | |
| cream scoop. Swooping down to apologize, Brio would recognize | |
| the floating pony as Clair and would flutter to a mildly | |
| panicked stop. | |
| "I didn't mean to, I swear!" She'd plead, flipping upside down | |
| to try and match Clair only to fumble due to her wings not | |
| working that way and flapping back into a normal holding | |
| pattern. Looking further down she would notice the Clarity | |
| anchor keeping Clair from floating off and admit with a wince. | |
| "Clarity, I think I broke reality and made your brother go | |
| upside down! Soooooorrryyyyyyyy!" | |
| #Post#: 3630-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Not a Balloon | |
| By: Clair Date: May 16, 2018, 6:22 pm | |
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| Disorienting would be a somewhat stronger word than necessary to | |
| describe Clair's experience floating in the air. He was rarely | |
| this far up in the air, of course, his normal distance from the | |
| ground being approximately nil, perhaps a leg-length from his | |
| hooves if he was riding on Clarity's back. Technically off the | |
| ground but definitely less than a phone call away. From up here, | |
| if he was the worrying sort, he'd probably want to send a | |
| postcard with Wish You Were Here on the back, which the ground | |
| would be able to read about as well as he could, maybe a little | |
| better. But aside from looking down on ponies rather than up at | |
| them, he was also not quite sure which way was up. Clearly up is | |
| the direction his head is in from his body, so yes, he's still | |
| looking up to ponies, a bit farther from them than usual but | |
| still able to identify them as such with no problem. His point | |
| of orientation is whatever the brightest thing around is, which | |
| at the moment means his sister. | |
| Until a brighter bean-shape with legs, head, and wings swoops up | |
| to him from the expanse of air beneath him, sounding for all the | |
| world like it was all ending and it's her fault, which she knows | |
| from her own personal experience of bringing about the | |
| apocalypse. Hard to argue with a track record like that, really. | |
| He waves at her and smiles, the breeze tilting him slightly on | |
| his string and setting his mane and tail streaming somewhat. | |
| "No, Brio, this isn't-" | |
| "Oh, Brio! What have you done??" Clarity interrupts from above, | |
| sitting back on her haunches with her forehooves to her cheeks, | |
| pouring a generous helping of drama into her voice. "Woe is us, | |
| for such travesty has befallen us as to turn Clair's world | |
| topsy-turvy, with naught to anchor him to our glorious Equestria | |
| but the perilously thin string joining the two of us!" Clair | |
| sits(?) through the exclamation, looking incredibly at ease for | |
| having had reality shattered around him. "Tell us, dear Brio, | |
| what oh what have you done to bring this to pass? How did you do | |
| it? And what great trials must we overcome to restore him from | |
| this sorry fate???" | |
| "...So how are you?" Clair asks, fully upside down again. | |
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