The Pony Games (MLP/HG, Not Accepting Tributes)

[D.J. SPARKZ]

Music Miestro stayed hidden quietly, humming a tune he would play on the piano, while watching Skylark flying above, laughing quite loudly.

[narwhallama]

Violin began gutting and skinning the buck, throwing the waste into the fire and thinking about 'normal' ponies her age; probably smearing makeup on their smug faces.

[XxPhantomCryxX]

Gwen

My smile soon faded as I remembered what situation I was in. Huge arena, full of multiple blood-thirsty ponies, and only one could come out alive. And its gonna be me, I think to myself. But that would mean, killing Mosely. No way I could do that! I'd rather die! And you just might! a voice inside me says. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.

[Piefan]

Blankly, Mosely watched her expression change from cheerful to determined to melancholy. "What's on your mind?" He wasn't naïve (at least, he hoped not), but the expressions could very well mean just about anything. He just hoped they weren't about killing him - he had noticed her stunning skill with the knives, and even if Earth ponies were built to be strong, that was nothing without training.
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"Sometimes I wish I was back at home, if only to get advice on how long to cook this." The fire intensified slightly, whether by the wind or his magic having some strange effect, and he withdrawed the animal from the flames, looking over it. It seemed acceptable to eat, he decided, though he couldn't be sure.

((New poll yayy))

[narwhallama]

Violin looked over at the cooked bird. "Its'll taste better if you put it on for another couple minutes," she said, seeing how the flesh was still slightly pink.

[little_light]

Okay! Where would you like for me to start?)

[XxPhantomCryxX]

Gwen

I was snapped out of my thoughts. "Um, uh, nothing!" I say quickly. Then, I just realized I had to ask. "Um, Mosely? Have you ever thought about, well, you know, starting over? With-with a new mare?" I ask shyly, not daring to make eye contact.

[Piefan]

((Start anywhere you'd like.))
Noteworthy nodded, once again putting it above the fire. "Thanks; I was trained most of my life to fight rather than basic things like cooking." He didn't know why, but he believed his parents thought roasting something above a fire wouldn't take much of a brain. Were they watching? He hoped so, if only because he wanted them to know to think of the smaller details if they ever raised a foal again.
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Mosely shrugged. "Well, sometimes. Though considering the lifestyle in Equestria now, love doesn't exactly run rampant. Especially for stallions with few battle skills." He had noticed everypony's attitude; unless they magically turned into changelings and could feed on love, they didn't want it. Why the question, though? He doubted she had a crush on him, nor anypony else.

[XxPhantomCryxX]

Gwen

I smile slightly. I loved Mosely's smartness, his voice, his smile, his laugh... I shook my head slightly. He'd never love a killer like me. I shudder as I remembered the pink insane pony I had killed before, and wondering where this 'Dashie' was. I look up at the stars longingly. "Do you ever miss the Princess?" I ask Mosely. (It's night time right? So the hologram thingy up in the sky should be going off?)

[Piefan]

((Yep))
Mosely took a moment to reply, thinking it over. "Celestia? Yes. I guess Luna - er, Nightmare," he corrected himself, "did advance technology and magic, but Celestia was the one who paid attention to her subjects." He, to be honest, didn't know why he hesitated in replying. He supposed he was hoping for Luna to resurface; to get rid of the darned Nightmare spirit.