revenance_rpg | Face down in the dirt, only his pride is hurt

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Face down in the dirt, only his pride is hurt

Who: Pony!Edge.
What: Suddenly, a pony. He was not prepared to be a pony.
Where: Ponyville.
When: Shortly after access to Ponyville opens.
Warnings: Overuse of the word pony.

Some days, Edge wondered just how his life had come to this.

"This", in this case, was his unusually long face planted in the dirt, after he had taken two steps into the new world, tripped over forelegs that had been arms just seconds ago, and pitched forward ungracefully. His swords, no longer gripped in his hands since he had no hands to grip with, lay on each side of him in the ground, while his cloak was splayed out between two wings that his body had instinctively spread to try to catch his fall.

"I'd say this was all a bad dream," he muttered into the ground, "but I already knew that."

For the moment, he'd honestly lost all will or desire to move.

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"I don't know what that is," Carolina replied bluntly, her head tilting to one side. Her ears remained settled back. "But here, it seems like everyone is some kind of pony. You just happen to be one with wings - a pegasus."

Lela rubbed her head gently against Edge's fetlock in encouragement, before dancing her way back to the earth pony freelancer's side. Carolina, for her part, was predominantly aqua, with a deep red mane and tail; she had no wings and no horn, however. Her own body was clad in archaic-looking armored plate.

"Pony? There's been a name for these creatures the entire time and no one told me?!" Edge's wings shot straight out and up with his indignation, so forcefully it startled the heck out of him and he jumped a foot or so from sheer alarm, then scrambled around in a circle in a reflexive attempt to see what had just yanked on his back.

Carolina could tell the exact moment he realized what had happened by the droop of his head and tail both.

Carolina watched the spectacle without comment, save to arch a brow (in so far as a pony could) as the ninja did the closest equivalent to flailing that this form appeared to allow. At least, to the best of her knowledge - and that was fairly limited where ponies were concerned. Lela hid behind her forelegs, watching with wide yellow eyes.

"If you ever asked. I'm sure they would have told you so." Of their present number, the only one she'd had exposure to that she particularly liked was Rarity - a good sort, for a fashionista. (The less said about her opinion of Luna, the better.) But at least she didn't laugh at Edge. "What's an Eidolon?"

"Summoned monsters," he said, carefully turning around with very deliberate steps of all four hooves. Okay, he could get used to this... maybe. At the sight of one of his swords lying on the ground, he leaned over and kind of... batted at it with a hoof.

Nope. This was gonna be trouble.

"That's all I could think that they were. I've never heard or seen of such creatures before, but the Feymarch has far stranger things in it."

That earned a blink. "Like the dream spirits?" An honest question, given the only exposure to magic that Carolina had had was here in the dream realm. There were a musical mew from Lela as she scampered out from behind her Person's legs.

"Unicorns and pegasi only exist in legends in my world, usually relegated to storybooks for kids. Normal ponies are domesticated animals, and don't talk back." Then the aqua pony shook her head slightly as Edge fumbled with his weapons. "My weapons were affected too. You'll probably have to use your mouth." She didn't sound particularly enthusiastic about the idea. "Or have a spirit carry it."

Her grappling hook was now a lasso, for reasons beyond her understanding. And as for her guns...

"That's pretty close. Not quite, though... like midway between the Dream Eaters and that really smart dog that draws."

His mouth? He hesitantly reached out and grabbed the hilt of one sword between his teeth, looking extraordinarily pained that his life had come to this. Carefully, he turned, to find that the sword slide quite easily into the adjusted sheath at his side.

"Guess this explains why I don't have my mask here. And I've never heard of a pony before I came here." Edge's world, after all, had chocobos.

One ear sank to the side, while the other pricked up, giving a quizzical look to Carolina's now-equine features. The what now?

(Someone had yet to encounter Amaterasu.)

"If there are masks, I wouldn't know how you'd tie one on except to have the help of a friend with magic." Or an AI-turned-baby-dragon. She had a helmet, but wasn't making use of it at the moment for much the same reasons. "I suspect these forelegs are a little more flexible than I currently know how to use, however."

"Well, I got my cape all right, didn't I?" At that, one of Edge's wings flipped back, causing the cape to snap behind him melodramatically. Some things were just so instinctual, even a form change couldn't remove them.

"Uh, so, are you someone I know? I'm not recognizing the voice, but for all I know, I sound way different and just can't tell..." He grabbed the second sword in his mouth, then slid it back into its sheath in turn.

"And I kept my armor." Carolina gave the rough approximation of a shrug. "Though it's a little...lower tech here than when in other worlds." Equestria was not precisely the pinnacle of technological advancement, that was for certain.

It was a good question, however, and for a moment the freelancer regarded the ninja thoughtfully before shaking her head, red forelock drifting into her eyes. "I don't believe so. I'm Agent Carolina, and this is my Frootz Cat, Lela." The pink kitty spirit with strawberry tipped ears mewed at Edge on cue most cheerily. "And you are?"

"The name's Edge," he said, lifting a hoof to his chest proudly as his wings extended again. "And I'm also sorry I haven't met you before! Though you shouldn't knock the armor, it's a good look on you."

Speaking of instinctual things... But Edge's flirting paused as he glanced behind him at his own wings. He didn't say anything out loud, but his face showed clearly that he was wondering if they worked.

The flirtation earned a very flat look and a roll of green eyes from Carolina. Really? You're flirting with her while she's a /mare/? And after that dramatic entrance, too. Edge was almost as bad as York.

Luckily for Edge, Carolina was still getting used to her own pony form. Or that would have earned him a solid kick.

"Armor is armor," is all she bothered to dignify that comment with instead, even as she watched him turn his attention to his wings. Nope. Still not jealous of those. "Should probably practice walking before attempting take off," she advised, though the ponylancer suspected that advice wouldn't do much good.

She was female, she didn't sound ugly, she was a human originally (right?), why NOT? He rubbed at his chin with one hoof as he considered. "True, but if these do work, that'd be pretty amazing, wouldn't it? I mean, flying? Like a bird? That'd be something pretty amazing, even as a... 'pony'!"

She takes it back. You're definitely worse than York.

Mindful of her armor, Carolina stepped back once, then twice, mindful of foot placement, allowing plenty of room for Edge to stagger off the bridge. "I fail to see the point of adding wings here if they didn't have any use."

"Not to mention, the two Princess ponies can fly," she pointed out, ignoring that they also had magic and far floofier manes and tails.

"And that's pretty amazing, isn't it? Flying! Who wouldn't want to fly if they could?"

Having forgotten his own agreement that walking first would be better, he gave his wings a couple of experimental flaps. Not much more, though. "Yes, I definitely think they'd work!"

Her ears flicked back. And stayed back, though Edge, enjoying the possibilities made manifest in the presence of his new appendages, wasn't likely to notice; it helped that her redredred mane made it east to hide the emote.

"Who indeed," she replied, recognising a rhetorical question when she heard it, before Carolina turned - carefully! - and began to walk away. No wings here. "Try not to fall flat on your face in the effort." Or in the river. Fishing you out would be embarassing.

"Hey," Edge said with more cockiness than he properly deserved to have, "it's not how much you fall on your face, it's how many times you get back up again till you stop falling."

She was walking away, so he really meant that as awesome parting words. He meant them, though; he'd figure out flying, even if it took a lot of mistakes and practice.

Hooves paused, and she glanced back over her shoulder, one ear flicked in Edge's direction. For all the attitude --and she herself had once been well known for possessing the cocksure confidence that came with knowing you were Just That Good-- that was a good work ethic to have.

Then Carolina kept walking, Lela mewing farewell before trotting to catch up to her pony!Person.

But, you might have impressed her, Edge. Just a tiny bit.

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