Edge of Eblan (
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revenance_rpg2013-09-26 01:08 pm
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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.
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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He very carefully began tapping each hoof in turn on the ground, just to acclimate to the new and strange sensations this new body brought.
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"I don't believe we are currently eidolons, no. If anything this is likely more akin to being made a frog or a pig. In fact, if one ignores the unusual colors, we mostly resemble ponies."
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Edge stared at the other pony with undisguised shock.
"You mean all this time, Luna and Rarity, there has been a word for what they are and no one ever told me?!"
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"There has been, yes. What have you been calling them, if I may ask?"
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"It certainly can't hurt," he answers. "Although I can't imagine they would have been particularly bothered by it."
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"Hey, this isn't so bad."
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"Not once you get used to it, no."
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He lowered his head, sort of hesitantly lurched forward, then stopped. "I think running may have to wait till I find softer ground..."
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"I may be able to help with that, although we might want to move away from the entrance to the place first."
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Edge hadn't considered it possible, mostly because his main supernatural talent, ninjutsu, relied so heavily on finger motions. Needless to say, it didn't translate.
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After all, the earth would answer one way or another if he asked it to. That he wasn't in quite the same shape that he normally was didn't really come into play much.
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There's no great fanfare to it either, once they get to the grassier area. He can already feel the earth under his feet - under his hooves? - and that's all he needs. He does tap ones of his hooves against the ground but that's hardly anything at all, at least comparing to the fact that a scarcely a moment after he does so a boulder quite literally tears itself out of the ground.
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"It's not very common, even where I'm from."
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"Same thing with ninjutsu. They say it's like a variant of Black Magic, though -- same deal?"