arcanarumlogs | [EVENT] Log for Prince and Princess Teams

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!"

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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!"

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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!"

America leaned back on his palms and gave her an incredulous look. "Seriously?! Aw maaan, there's way more stuff to freak out about if you're out in the Wild West! That's the exciting part! Desert heat, ol' buzzards, rattlesnakes, coyotes, and even outlaws and bandits!" He was excited again so he bounced off the bed back onto his feet.

"And you can get as close as you want and not worry about a thing, 'cause I'll protect you! I'm a hero after all!" He puts his hands back onto his hips in a similar pose to Superman, except the effect is lost when dressed as a floofy prince.

Heat? Snakes? bandits? Oh, no. Rarity was extremely happy that she did not have to deal with this Wild West. She hopped off the bed to stand beside America in her fluffy dress.

"Good. You make sure those yucky bandits stay away. I don't want sand to get on my carpet."

Edited (misspelled word) 2012-02-07 07:57 (UTC)

With Rarity on her feet, America finally saw how much of a pony she really was. Even if he'd manage to get on her back, it was like if he tried to ride a little kid's bicycle. He frowned again upon that realization now that it was for sure it wouldn't work out. Oh well, a promise is a promise and a pony is a pony (well, unicorn), and no cowboy should let a ponycorn (ha ha, he just made that up) be left defenseless in this strange world.

"Okay! So! Now that we got that settled..." He tugged at his prince outfit again, grunting loudly as he tried tearing it off. After a moment of no success, he fell back onto the bed again. "Aw maaaan! I thought once we kiss a princess we can get this crap off!"

It was nice to be considered a Princess, even if it was the Rulers' doing. Rarity had no problem keeping the cute dress on. "You don't like it? I think it looks rather dashing!" She smiled and then walked around America to look over him. "Although I may have tailored the pants more to your shape, and toned done the shoulders..."

At the sound of her voice, America pushed himself up so he was sitting again. He slouched forward, crossing a leg over the other and leaned one elbow on his knee while the other hand rested on his hip. It was like a less elegant version of 'the thinker' pose.

"Whoa, seriously? Hey, as soon as I can get these fancy duds off, they're all yours! Totally not my thing, y'know? I mean, it's okay to dress like a hero, but something's way off if you look like some ballet dude when you punch bad guys. Laaaame."

Rarity chuckled in response. "Well, what would you like to wear?" Perhaps she could make America a nice outfit. She could see if she was still able to without magic and try adjusting to the shape of a human body. "I simply must repay you for waking me up."

America had rested his chin on one hand, but pulled up and looked at her in surprise. Her question caught him off guard as he thought it was his duty as a hero to help people without asking for anything in return. The idea of Rarity willing to do something for him tugged at his heartstrings and he could feel a bubbling sensation of happiness. "Whoa, r-really?! Aw, shucks! I mean, that's totally awesome! I've never worn anything made by a ho-pony before! What kinda stuff do you make!?"

In his mind, America pictured himself dressed in some combination superhero outfit and Rarity standing next to him in a matching uniform, except she was twice as large and America can easily hop onto her back and gallop off into the horizon.

"Oh, all sorts of things," Rarity boasted. She put her front hooves on the bed beside the country so that she was standing on her hind legs. "I make dresses for all the ponies in Ponyville. Why, even famous designers have said my outfits were to die for! I'm certain I could make you something stylish that brings out your best side!" Which was the truth, if she was able to work without her magic. Being linked to the Element of Generosity, Rarity loved to make gifts for her friends. She now saw America as her friend, even if he was a bit silly.

[EVENT] Log for Prince and Princess Teams

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i really really like this thread

Fixed tenses, sorry.

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lmfao...

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