Sixth Scale - Visual/Action if you want to?? - Forward dated to dawn, tomorrow morning

[ceasetoexist]

[The scroll opens up to the sight of a snow fort. A rather large snow fort, really. To call it ornate would be far too kind, although it does range in what you could call complex. Its 'main' room seems to be the size of a moderately sized tree-house, and it's raised somewhat off the ground by a pillar of ice. It has a few smaller pillars with single 'rooms' on top of them, with the thing 'connected' together by a snow fence. It isn't exactly the sturdiest looking thing, considering it's all ice and snow, but it's impressive in its own sophomoric way. It also happens to be in the middle of the town, casting not an imposing shadow so much as an obnoxious and inconsiderate one. The thing is really more in the way of traffic and business than it is anything.

Considering how fast the construction was and the size of it, someone must have been up all night working on it. And they were.]

So. You see that? I made that.

[Pokey's heard before he's seen, turning the scroll towards him, his beady blue eyes dark and near red from exhaustion. Still, he's grinning like an obnoxious little jerk all the while.]

And, with it, I declare myself the king of winter, and the middle of town I guess. Doesn't matter what you call me so long as you call me 'sir', considering the middle of town is mine now. Don't worry, you don't have to pay a fee or anything to me, I'm that nice a guy. You just have to remember and talk about how great I am. How smart I am. How no one but me, Pokey Minch, could've done this.

I guess you could try and knock it down, but it'd probably be better to wait until spring. Thing is impenetrable, so you all better just deal with it.

[C'mon. Come on. Someone come try and knock it down, mess with him, get into a snowball fight or something or assault the thing. Even just come get angry at him. He's so bored and having maxed out the creation powers Mayfield left with its survivors has tired him even more, to the point of restlessness.

Do something. He is so damn bored it isn't funny.]

Oh. Hey. Bear. Offer still stands if you want to come run this with me. You can be co-ruler, or prince, or whatever of town square.

Comments

[Visual]

[kingofthetvworld]

I'm the prince! The prince of winter!

[So I guess that means yes.]

[Visual]

[ceasetoexist]

Yeah yeah, sure. But the prince of winter better get his butt here soon because he's going to be the prince of jack crap if he doesn't help defend this thing and do his other princely duties.

[Visual]

[kingofthetvworld]

Hold your horses, I'mma comin'!!

[And with a rather pathetic "RRAAAAWWWRR", Teddie rolls up the scroll. Best prepare yourself.]

[Visual]

[ceasetoexist]

[Man. What a nerd. But Pokey guesses Teddie is alright.

When Teddie inevitably makes his heroic entrance to the gates of the S-Fort, Pokey will be kicking down a small rung-ladder for Teddie to get up to the main fort with.]

Took you long enough. Your turtle could probably beat you in a race.

[Action]

[kingofthetvworld]

[Of course when Teddie arrives, he has to make the flashiest entrance possible. He's a prince after all, it's the only way to make an entrance. So in other words, he comes flying in on Kamui, still landing in front of the ladder anyway despite how he could've probably landed in the fort altogether.

The larger bear disappears once they've touched the ground.]

Leave Peek-chan outta this! She's been incredibly sensitive lately because of all this cold. Don't even get me started on all the pillows I needed to scavenge for my little shell princess.

[With a huff, he begins to climb.]

[Action]

[ceasetoexist]

[Okay. That was cool. Kind of cool, at least, though he's not going to say that. He just smirks down at Teddie.]

She's a turtle. She'll be fine. Hey, she's probably older than you and knows how to survive the winter even more than you do.

[He starts moving towards the sides of the fort, adjusting what looks to be buckets of water as Teddie climbs.]

You should be careful about paying too much attention to your turtle. Your girlfriend could get jealous.

[Action]

[kingofthetvworld]

[Clearly Pokey must be very thirsty.

At the mention of Kyouko, Teddie can't help but give the most pathetic, overdrawn sigh.]

Kyo-chan's hibearnating right now. The only thing she's gonna get jealous of is how much pillows Peek-chan has over her.

Visual

[mistweaver]

How about I bring tribute instead, in the form of hot chocolate and cinnamon buns? Or would you prefer gingerbread cookies, since you are Greatfather Winter now?

You need a beard, though. [Jou Shan is sort of teasing, but the offer of tribute is real enough.]

Visual

[ceasetoexist]

Hey I'm a pretty humble guy, but if you're offering? Totally the cinnamon buns, by the way.

Naw. Facial hair is for creeps and losers.

[And it reminds him of his dad and, although not consciously, of his 'future' or real self.]

Visual

[mistweaver]

You have a point. There is nothing weirder than seeing fake facial hair on an orc. Especially since they can grow the real stuff! [She won't mention how lots of Pandaren males sport a beard or some such, though.]

I will be over soon enough, then!

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[ceasetoexist]

I was going to say. I've met maybe one orc, but he had a beard. Didn't look like it was fake but I never got to test it.

Make it quick. Cold cinnamon buns aren't a great tribute.

Re: Visual

[mistweaver]

No worries! I have a very good transportation system!

[Of course by that she means bamboo steamer boxes, but they do the trick, after all.]

Visual

[ceasetoexist]

We'll see. Just make sure to keep it snappy.

[He'll be waiting. Because man. He is never one to turn down free food.]

[Private Audio]

[break_a_melody]

[Although, there's nothing that anyone can hear audibly through the scroll. While the scroll remains silent, yet active, a familiar voice mentally projects itself through Pokey's mind.]

If you wanted something to do, Pokey, you could've just asked.

[Private Audio]

[ceasetoexist]

[Good lord. Why do the two eldritch monstrosities he knows here have to constantly just pour their words into his thoughts instead of speaking them like something half normal?

He guesses that's an answer in and of itself, but oh well.]

Thought it'd help to present a face to the losers living here. Going to be easier if they just think I'm some bored teen here than anything.

What've you got?

[He's much more confident talking to Giegue this time. He has to be. He has an idea of how to proceed, how to play, though it'll remain to be seen how well it goes off.]

[Private Audio]

[break_a_melody]

Hm.

[Giegue mulls on that for an instant. The boy's probably just trying to save face and make himself appear like he's been more active than he is. It's expected of Pokey, but overall, unimportant to Giegue.]

I've been living in this place for a month now, adjusting. Some live in thoughtless bliss, others are trapped under the weight of their own powerlessness. It's quite an anomaly as far as reactions to living in a prison complex go.

[Private Audio]

[ceasetoexist]

Can't expect the same thing from everyone, and as far as 'prisons' go this is pretty tame. They'll probably bounce back and forth on it too, though some'll be more likely to just give up than others. Losers.

The horses here are pretty energetic and happy to try new things. I mean they're horses, they're dumb and easily startled but also eager. It shouldn't be too hard to rope them up into anything.

I think a lot of them are shell-shocked and on edge too. I got here at the tail end of some guy trying to block out the sun, though it'd just been some ploy to drag the thing keeping us here out. He got his butt kicked.

[Private Audio]

[break_a_melody]

Concerning that, I've been meaning to ask. What is 'magic'? ... I'm not asking for a definition, but context. What does it mean here?

[Private Audio]

[ceasetoexist]

...It wouldn't be right to say that it's like PSI, but it can serve a similar function offensively and defensively. It seems more utilitarian here though, maybe even more than the way you can use PSI. They use it to help them make products, to help accentuate their 'technology' [You can almost taste the scorn in the way he phrases that], and even to control the way the world worlds.

For example, they move the seasons themselves, apparently. The winged ones control weather, the plain ones also work the earth and crops, and the ones with freaky horns just use 'magic' as a general concept.

It's all also built around lovey-dovey crap too, so it's kind of a bunch of junk, you ask me.

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie Pie is on the roof of the snow fort.]

I'M THE WINTER QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey falls on his fat butt and scrambles himself towards one of the sides of his fort at the sudden and mysterious appearances of Pinkie Pie.

Instinctively, he grabs one of the buckets of water he had with him, turning now ever slightly to slush thanks to the weather, and attempts to throw the water at Pinkie.]

Get off my fort!

[sailorlaughter]

[SPLASH!

Undeterred, Pinkie rolls a rather large snowball off the roof towards him.]

SNOW FIIIIIIIIIGHT!

[ceasetoexist]

[It doesn't look too big at the start, but man does it ever get bigger the more Pokey looks at it. It's isn't long before the massive snowball is on the dragon, burying him in a white sphere. Pokey claws out of it pretty quick, snow sloshing everywhere.

Except for the snowball he made out of the remains to throw at Pinkie as he emerges.

He could've done more if his creation powers were still active, but he drained them for the day just creating this. Aw well.]

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie, meanwhile, has started constructing what looks like a smaller snow fort on top of the first one. There's only one wall up though, and Pokey's snowball hits her even as she dives over and behind it with a yelp.

It may have been absorbed into her fluffy mane.

Popping up again, she throws another snowball right back, giggling.] I've got the hiiiiiiiigh ground, and you've got the low ground~!

[ceasetoexist]

[He takes the snowball Pinkie throws to the face, but he wipes it away pretty quick. He takes one of the empty buckets he had and holds it in front of him, like a pathetic little shield.]

Yeah well not for long you stupid pink horse, I'm...

[Stopping just in his tracks, like a big dumb open target.

Wait. He recognizes you now. There was a you, Pinkie, back in Mayfield. He's pretty sure you're not the one he knew, but considering how close you had been to someone he cared about, even if he only met you a few times...

He just stands there and squints for a moment.]

...Pinkie?