arcanarumlogs | [EVENT] Log for Prince and Princess Teams

It was a shame that Rarity could not see the dress she was in, because she would have loved it. It was frilly and lacy and just lovely. She would have compared it to some fine costume from Canterlot. Unfortunately, Rarity was in a deep slumber, so deep that she did not stir when America entered her house.

There were no snores, no thrashing movements. Just a peaceful silence throughout the house. The pony was curled up on her elegant purple covers. Her bed was huge and decorated, with a canopy and lilac satin sashes, the kind of bed a princess would sleep in. In fact, her whole room was filled with fancy things, as well as fabric scattered everywhere. She must have been busy before she was put to sleep.

America's eyes scanned the floor. He could have sworn he had some déjà vu feeling with the fabric everywhere, almost thinking he stepped into France's room by accident, except everything was more... girly. His gaze finally focused on the bed where it looked like a huge pile of frills lay. Part of him almost burst out laughing at the idea of another person stuck in the same silly outfit as he had, but the sound died in his throat when he recognized the 'his horse'.

"No way!" He scrambled past the mannequins up to the side of the bed nearly knocking things over. Placing both hands on the comforter, he gaped at the sleeping pony. "W-whoa! It's gotta be, like... heroes' intuition or something! Yeah! Aw man, this is awesome! I really found you! Ha ha ha...' America couldn't help but let a smile light his face as if he saw an old friend. "Don't you worry, Widow-maker, um, Rarity! You're gonna be okay! U-uh..."

Oh right, what was he supposed to do again? Wake the 'princess' with a kiss? Sounded cheesy and kind of creepy; America straightened back up and placed his hands on his hips. "Y'know, I've kissed horses before, but not like that. Don't take this the wrong way or anything, okay, Ra-" His sentence was left unfinished as he finally saw the horn on her forehead. "No way! You gotta be kidding me!" He poked it with his index finger. "Those crazy rulers made Widow-maker into a unicorn?! I mean, come on, that's more England's thing! How's a cowboy supposed to take on the wild west on a unicorn?! At least make the horn BIGGER! You can't even stake a ribeye with that size! This is just whack!" He folded his arms and sat on the side of the bed to sulk.

Within a few seconds, America sprung back up again. "No! A hero can't let anything keep him from finishing his job! I gotta do this right! She can get mad at me later for whatever! Okay, Rarity, uh, it's CPR, okay? CPR!" He leaned back down over her sleeping form once more and pressed his lips gently (and very platonically) to hers, complete with a dramatic hum. "MMmmwaaagh! There!" He pulled back to wait for his results.

So much talking, and yet, Rarity did not hear a word. But once the kiss happened, her body began to twinkle and change vibrant colors. The spell had been broken.

"Mmn..." Rarity stirred, stretching her hooves in front of her. After a moment, big blue eyes blinked tiredly around the room. "What... where am I...?" Why was she so groggy? "Twilight? Fluttershy?"

Before the poor pony could regain her bearings, America whooped with joy while holding his arms up like a touchdown. He quickly returns to her side and squatted down while leaning his elbows on the surface of the bed. "Alriiight, that totally worked! Hey there! Remember me? Told you I'd take good care of you, right?! You're free from the crazy weird spell now, Wi- Rarity! So, how ya feeling?!"

That voice was grating, like fingernails on a blackboard. Rarity squeezed her eyes shut and covered her hooves over her head. "Oh, stop! Stop! I have such a headache!"

America jerked back quickly holding his hands up in a surrendering pose. "Whoops! Guess that evil spell thing must've packed a whallop! No kidding! It was supposed to knock you out a while, huh?" He stayed in a squat but reached out for one of her hooves and patted it soothingly in his hands. "Whoa, whoa, easy there, girl, eaaasy... You're gonna be alright with your good buddy America around, okay?"

Rarity began to push herself up to a seated position on the bed. It was then she was able to look down at her beautiful dress and she almost squealed in delight. Finally! Those Rulers did something right, for once. Unfortunately, her excitement was to be outlived as she looked up and noticed the man who was beside her.

"Why, you're that cowboy from the video!"

America had let go of her to prop himself on his elbows on her bed again with the brightest smile for her. "Heeey, you remembered! Yup, that's me, your number one cowboy hero! Except, uh..." his smile looked a little weaker as he tried to laugh. "Looks like I'm stuck wearing whatever this poofy thing is, ha ha ha... But hey, I bet I'll be back to myself in no time once all the princesses are rescued!" He pushes himself back up.

"Rarity, right?! Let me try this again! You can call me 'America' or 'Alfred F. Jones'! I'm sitting in for good ol' Pecos Bill, so looks like we're gonna be partners! Nice to meetcha!" he shoots out his hand towards her for a shake.

Princesses? Put to sleep? Like a fairytale, she supposed. Those Rulers must have done something to her, knocked her out. How utterly rude! And her prince wasn't a pony... Not even an animal at all!

Rarity gave her hoof to America so that they could shake. "Yes, it's very nice to meet you," she said hurriedly. "But about that partner thing..."

America clapped his hand onto Rarity's hoof and shook up and down heartily before letting go. He placed on hand on his hip and pointed up with his other while he explained.

"Yeah, it's okay! I figured you're blown away by getting stuck in a totally new place and all, but as long as you're with me, I won't let anything happen to you, partner! And that whole riding thing? We can take a raincheck on that until you're all settled in and stuff! I'll be with you every step of the way!"

Riding. As if Rarity would ever let anyone ride her. Opalescence and Spike were exceptions, but they were not gigantic humans. That was not the issue right now, though. She quickly shook her head.

"No, no! Please listen! I need to tell you something..."

"Yeah, exciting right?!" He finally noticed her not-really-happy face and his expression turned into concern. "O-oh, hey, uh, what's the matter? Are you hungry? Are you sick? Aw, come on, you can't be still under the spell or something, right?" He leaned his hands on the side of the bed again to look at Rarity with worry.

As soon as America leaned over, Rarity quickly raised her hoof and touched the country's lips in an effort to calm him down. And to shut him up.

"Please, mister Bill... No. Jones?" Was that right? He had been talking so fast that Rarity wasn't even certain she remembered. "Mister Jones. I am not your horse. There was nothing about a Pecos Bill in my note from the Rulers." She wasn't trying to be harsh. In fact, Rarity looked apologetic, as though she felt bad for the man had who had rescued her. America had been so excited.

America didn't expect the hoof on his mouth so he was quiet when she spoke. When her words finally hit him, he froze, then gave her the saddest and most pitiful look he could to express his heavy disappointment. "But... but I thought... Aw man, are you serious?! There's gotta be some mistake! I mean, I thought you were perfect!"

The pony bowed her head and ran her front hooves over the pretty fabric. "I don't think my fairytale is even about an animal at all. Have you ever read... Oh, what was it?" Rarity thought for a moment, tapping her head in thought. "I'm from some story about diamonds!" Which was nice, but, unfortunately, there was something else. Something icky, but she had only focused on the diamonds part.

America snapped out of his heartbreaking moment when Rarity sounded distressed. Something didn't seem to match up as he tried to make sense of her story. Nothing about diamonds came to mind when he sifted through his knowledge about fairy tales. (Probably wasn't as awesome and heroic then. He felt a little bad for Rarity that she didn't get anything super-exciting if it's just about shiny jewels. Maybe if there was some chase between good and evil for them, that would be awesome.) An idea popped into his mind as his train of thought derailed and came back.

"Hey! I got it! How about we work together anyway!? Even if you're not Widow-maker, -oh, that's Bill's horse, y'know?- I can't just abandon you! Who knows what crazy thing's gonna happen again after today? So, uh, here's what I got: just hang out with me and I'll help you too! Even if I'm not the real Bill, I've worked with horses a lot! Whaddya say?" His eyes shined brightly with eagerness.

"So that's why you've been calling me that," Rarity said when America explained who Widow-Maker was. That certainly made sense of everything. As for the other part, Rarity found that she was opening up to humans ever since her talk with Minato and Francis. So she was a lot less fearful of becoming friends with them. Not all humans were bad, and the ones she had met really wanted to help her. "...Alright, I'll work with you. On one condition..."

"Awesome! I knew you'd see it my way!" America's arms shot up and he brought them down as if scoring a victory. It looked completely out of character with the poofy prince outfit, especially how perky he was now. He leaned back over to her. "A condition, huh?! Lay it on me! I bet I can handle it!"

This man reminded Rarity of Rainbow Dash. So energetic, so cocky, sometimes annoying. But that did not mean he was a bad person. Rarity smoothed out her dress again, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back so that her nose was in the air. "First of all, I would appreciate it if you would not call me a horse again. I am a pony."

America blinked in response as he took in her simple request. He was silent for a moment longer as if waiting for her to add something. Finally, he stood up straight and bumped his chest confidently with his fist.

"Ha ha ha ha! That's it?! I thought you were gonna ask me to, like, I dunno, get you a barn made out of gold or something. Which would totally suck as building material, just so you know, but hey, if that's it, sure! Piece of cake! Although, I gotta ask..."

He leaned back down again and poked her horn with his finger. "Ponies don't have one of these, y'know? I don't know if you've had this to begin with or the rulers stuck it on you, but that would make you a unicorn. That's a huge difference!"

Edited 2012-02-03 19:00 (UTC)

Rarity was not done with her conditions, and she had not thought about a barn made of gold. That would have been nice if it were a house. As though she would live in a barn like Applejack. How uncouth!

"Oh!" Rarity smiled at America. "You know what unicorns are? That is what I am, yes! Perhaps you are smarter than you look."

America decided that since they were going to talk a while, he spun and plopped himself onto the foot of the bed. The weight might have made Rarity bounce a little.

"Sure I do! Except they don't exist, at least not where I'm from! Well, this guy I know says they do, but I think he's making stuff up. Oh!" America tapped an open palm with his fist. "Ha ha ha, I totally gotta introduce you guys. I bet he'd flip out even more than me! Uh, right, anyway, so what's the next condition?" He rocked a little, pushing his legs off of the ground and back.

Every time America moved the bed, Rarity had to catch herself from falling off. The guy was strong! Though she was excited to know that humans had heard of unicorns.

"Oh, of course!" she said as she stumbled back. Rarity hoped that she would not get sea-sick. "Aside from addressing me as a pony, or unicorn, I want you to treat me like a lady, because I am! None of this..." She waved her front hoof. "...Talking about riding or pulling heavy carts. That simply is not meant for me, you know!"

Edited 2012-02-05 17:01 (UTC)

America stopped rocking for a moment and gave her a shocked look. No hero's horse, er, pony would be made into a pack mule, no way! Even if she wasn't Widow-maker, America had already set in his heart to treat her well. Horses, er, ponies, have always been creatures near and dear to his heart.

"Naaaah, the stuff I'm gonna do is way more awesome than pulling carts or, I dunno, plowing fields or something. Guess if you're not up for riding, I'm not gonna force a saddle on you, but I bet it would've been a crazy good time! Think about it! You'd be the first ever unicorn to chase down a tornado!" His eyes shone with excitement.

Rarity gaped at the suggestion. "A tornado? That would ruin my hair!"

[EVENT] Log for Prince and Princess Teams

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i did not get a notif for this 8I

America's hideous poofy prince outfit killed your notif

maybe it was his slobbering

mmm, delicious notifs 89~

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i really really like this thread

Fixed tenses, sorry.

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lmfao...

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