1x1 MLP Roleplay with Horse00636

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Anna flattened her ears at Damian's comment, knowing very well he could almost easily kill them all. "Dam* (no idea if I'm aloud to write that. Pretty sure I can, but just starred the last letter just in case.) right he can." Anna grumbled under her breath. Juliet couldn't stand the eerie silence surrounding them as the vehicle continued onward, but nor did she want to break it. "Yes please, we would appreaciate that." Anna muttered in agreement to Pennyworth, meanwhile Juliet looked back at Damian and smiled as he saw him quickly give a hug to Alfred. She quickly turned away, hoping he didn't see her. Juliet was very worried for the dance, knowing very well there was slow dances mixed in with the regular dance songs. She was pretty sure nopony would ask her... but she was really hoping for one pony in particular to ask. She knew it probably wouldn't happen, and if she asked him, she would most likely get rejected. In general, Juliet had no idea what to do at the dance. On the other hand, Anna was ready to reject any colts that asked her dance, but she was very well ready to accept a filly's request.

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As they entered the school, Damian was stopped having to move the cape Titus wore to show his vest. Tim took a small look at the group before latching his arm through Kon's and dragging him somewhere where they wouldn't be found easily, a bright red on Kon's cheeks as Tim tool change, "I think I like you as Batman Timmers, we should do this more often."

Once Damian was actually let inside, providing he showed papers that Titus was an actual service dog and not just wearing the vest "Hello, Kent." Damian muttered, not seeing the colt, but having the iching feeling he was there anyway, "How do you do that?!" Jon asked, floating down from where ever he was, he was dressed up in a mid-evil style armor, it was blue with a gold insignia on the chest along with a gold circlet on top, he was clearly proud of his outfit although it wasn't quite clear who he was.

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"Hi, Jon!" Juliet smiled, seeing the colt. "Are you ready for tonight?" She asked, walking over towards him. Anna gave a small wave towards him, but stayed where she was and just observed everyone. "And what are you dressed up as?" Her bell on her collar jingled as she made her way over, examining his costume in the process.

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Jon waved at the two sisters, grinning widely at them. "I like your costume." he spoke pointing at the bell before looking at his costume, "Nightwing!" Jon grinned laughing a slight bit, "But not the one you know." Jon looked Damian up and down, "Dami, you were supposed to be Flamebird... We were gonna be matching, like Kon and Tim."

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"Thanks!" Juliet grinned. The grin faded when she heard about the matching costumes they were supposed to have like Kon and Tim. She knew how Kon and Tim were a couple, but was pretty sure (and was hoping) Jon and Damian weren't a couple. Her glance was now towards the ground, her sister looking over at her. She knew what the problem was, but wouldn't interfere. Besides, it was useless and didn't have much of an impact on anything. "So anyway, when are we going to start? Standing here talking is just wasting time from us, just saying." Anna grumbled, seeming annoyed.

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(Sorry, we went out of town for the thanksgiving, and usually when we go I'll reply on the way back, but I had to drive this time, so that didn't happen.)

Damian rolled his eyes, "Grayson said I should wear this instead." He spoke, glaring at Anna, "You go inside if you want to. There is no reason to wait for us." He grumbled, "I unlike your simple-minded affairs, don't find this kind of event amusing. "Awww! Dami! You promised you'd play a couple of the games with me, bobbing for apples, spider tosses?" "I don't remember making a such promise." Damian huffed, attracting his dogs attention, recieving a lick on the hoof from the creature, >tt< Damian snarled, "Fine. We'll go inside. But just because Titus wants food." Jon seemed to light up "Who's a good Bathound!" he grinned, leaning to pet the dog before his hoof being hit away, "He's on duty Kent."

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(That's alright! I hope you had a great Thanksgiving :3 )

"Since we're all friends, why don't we all go in together? It'll look cool!" Juliet grinned, looking over at Damian and Jon. "And come on, Damian! Jon is right. You SHOULD play at least SOME of the games! It'll be fun!" Juliet started walking towards the entrance. "Well, come on then! Let's start the fun! And Damian, make sure you have fun and not be such a grouch."

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"I don't have fun." Damian growled, looking at the various games. As he reluctantly followed Juliet inside the building, music blasting his sensitive ears, the smell of sweat and blood that came from the dancing and fights happening around, all this put Damian on high alert, pupils dilated, his heart beginning to race. The Wayne galas were always slow moving, talking events, never as intense as this was. "Titus, heel." Damian commanded needing to lean against his dog to keep his bearings. In the midst of the madhouse somepony was pushed into him, immediately triggering an instinctive reflex to attack, only being stopped by the dog. Damian panted, they hadn't even been inside for ten minutes and he was already looking for a way out. Something to do, to get his mind off the tempting smells. "/I-i need..ou-/" he gripped his chest before collapsing, Titus at his side, trying to wake the boy.

(He's not speaking english in the /'ed speaking. Probably either Arabic out Chinese)

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"I'm sure you do. You just have to find what you find fun... and that doesn't include hurting people." Juliet replied to him simply, looking around the room. "So, what do you think?" She asked before turning her head and seeing Damian on the floor, not responding to his dog. "Damian!? Are you ok!?" She asked in surprise, going over towards him and hoped Titus wouldn't attack her from getting close to his master. She turned her head around. "Jon...!? I kinda need you over here!"

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Titus looked up at Anna and Jon, the colt perking up his ear to listen to Damian's heart beat, it was rapid, but slowly steadying. "I think he had a panic attack..." Jon spoke, covering his ears as Titus started violently barking, working on attracting someone, may it be an undercover bat or a chaperone of the party. "Titus, calm down boy." Jon spoke, trying to calm the dog and he saw Damian begin to stir, "I'm going to get him to a morr quiet area..." Jon spoke, lifting the boy effortlessly, and quickly disappearing who knows where, Titus following behind. Tim arrived, attracted by the Great Dane's barks of alert. Tim surveyed the scene, seeing the shaken colt that Damian almost attacked, and the panicked looks all around, "You know he had PTSD, right? Crowds are good for that when getting jabbed triggers and attack." Tim grumbled, standing high as he picked up a small colored card that the colt had dropped.