(( Alrighty, So Our 5 Adventurous Ponies Have Signed Up. Vexin, Roland, Cold Flame, And Dimstar, This

(( Alrighty, so our 5 adventurous ponies have signed up. Vexin, Roland, Cold Flame, and Dimstar, this is how it’s gonna work. I’ll post a prompt, you’ll submit your character’s actions to me, I’ll compile them into a post. Feel free to have off-screen convos, but make em so I can reblog them. I’ll be using the tag “wasteland rp”.

Promt 1: Obsidian stands in the dusty train station, watching the locomotive with his travelling companions pull in. He’s been here a few days, and his pack is bulging with maps an food. A smile adorns his face and a sturdy hat adorns his head. It’s around 2 in the afternoon and he’s ready to go. ))

Wasteland Wanderers

Name: Dimstar Class:Recon

Strengths:

Stealth

Quick Mover

Pinpoint specific locations

Can also Infiltrate

Weakness:

Doesnt like fighting among team

Feels unneeded at times

Items:

Armor that can cloak and has integrated communication device(takes a while to recharge after cloak)

Katana

Binoculars

Couple bottles of water

Electronic jammer

All in all i would say around 70 - 90 pounds

Dimstar turns around to the sound “Somepony help him and get the little ones, I’m going to get the big one up top!” He starts to rush up to the top while cloaking himself

Without hesitating Roland turns, whipping out his machete from it’s sheath and charging at the creature atop Obsidian. With a thud he knocks the creature off, sending it rolling as he steadies himself, offering a hoof to Obsidian. “Upsy daisy mate.” he murmurs as he helps the kirin off the ground before turning to face the creatures, drawing his handgun as he turns. “Any idea what they are?” he asks, firing a shot into the air after, hoping to scare them off.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH” the zony jumps up, extremely startled “what the buck are those things?” she says slowly walking toward her saddlebag, her only source of defense and eyes the creatures, not minding the ponies around her much. She was no-good in a physical fight so she hopes her teammates do not do anything rash to upset the creatures before we know what we’re dealing with.

“Thanks.” Obsidian replies “They’re nothing more than scavengers, little more dangerous than jackals unless they have an alpha leading them.”

Coldflame hisses out  ”Shit shit shit, i tell you Obsi…” He runs to where he set his sword and grabs it.

The chittering comes from deep in the bushes as the maker of the sounds observes the group with careful precision. Their love so succulent to feed on from this distance, coupled with the fact that she hasn’t eaten in so long drives her to draw ever so closer to the group.

(( prompt ))

The smaller ones around the edge leap forward with a snap and then back up a pace with a snarl. They’re either trying to intimidate the group or herd them together.

Obsidian takes a deep breath and snorts a bit of flame, and this makes them take a step back.

The large one on the rock above leaps down to attack the zony, not seeing the pegasus flying up. Over in the bushes a toothy maw clamps down on the hind leg of the chittering thing that was too distracted with the ponies.

Wasteland Wanderers pt 5

Broken City, broken trust continued.

“There is at least one Stallion in this town and he is in the hospital after saving a child!” an irate voice cries out.  Said owner of the voice happened to be a reporter.  Apparently crashing through walls to save a foal was exciting in this town.

“Don’t come in here and interrupt the rest of this pony! He’ll probably chat your ear off one way or another.” a nurse says, not wanting to encourage anything.

“Oh come on, you said he was fine!”  The reporter said.

“No, I said he will be fine.  He’s still healing up!”  the nurse clarifies.

“Will you two be quiet and let a pony rest after crashing into a burning building?”  Crescendo apparently would have none of the bickering while he rested.  He waited for the jab of a crossbow bolt into his flank then slowly looked over when he felt none.   Two ponies were staring wide eyed at him.

“What?  Is there something wrong with a patient able to talk after a little rest?”

The nurse began to rapidly nod,  “You should be in a coma after taking so much damage to your lungs.  The fact it’s been 4 hours since you’ve been brought in is miraculous.”

“Oh, ok.  I’ll go back to sleep then. Please don’t bolt me.” 

The two mares looked to each other,  “Bolt..?”

“Let’s just say, Crossie Palm helped me a lot.” 

The nurse looked on with a deadpan expression,  “How many would she?”

“3 to 5.”

The Nurse stares and then shakes her head, dragging the reporter away.

(( So everyone I’ve drawn this week has had a new appearance… Did I miss a meeting or something? >_> ))

…Also, we are your father.

“Please stop that.”

…Sorry… Young Skywalker

“Gah!”