Post by Kuro on Jan 5, 2013 18:52:17 GMT -5
Like Piston's, Demure's jaw dropped at the sudden appearance of Cotton's horn. He made a small, barely audible groan of either annoyance or disbelief, and tried his best to not shake his head.
"Uh...E-everyone makes..." Did he really need to finish the sentence? Maybe he should just avoid the topic all together and talk about anything other than the horn. But then again, it seemed as if he was messing everything up each and every time he said anything. At least Piston and Cotton made a truce...hopefully.
And hopefully someone would come in out of nowhere and think of a solution to their problem and Demure wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of the stupid, stupid thing he had suggested. But alas, no such deus ex machina. He was relieved, really really relieved, and a little glad to hear that the others were approving of his idea, but...really?
"Y-y-you...guys...actually want to break into other ponies' -" He looked around. Since it had been Demure talking, it was barely loud enough to be heard by the others and hardly audible to those outside of their little group. Plus, there were very few ponies walking past. Most of them had gone back to their stalls or homes. Still, no harm in being cautious. Extremely, very, super cautious. "...I...er...uh..." He hated how he had to think up of the idea, he hated hated hated it. "...I...ttthhhhhiiiiiiinnnnnnnkkkk....that we should split up into pairs: Cotton and Wild Herb as one, Piston and I as another. From there, we can..." Come on, come on... "We will look through all of the houses until we find what it is we're looking for: Stolen goods. Cotton and Wild Herb can start at..." Where? Start at where?! What possible reasoning could he have for picking a house to break into?!
"Wow, they stole what from you?"
"I already said what they stole, no need to say it again."
"Geez, I was just asking for clarification over here. Couldn't hear you right. How did they get into your house anyhow? It's got a big old tree right next to a big old window, so I guess that's how, huh?
"The window wasn't broken."
"Then how did th-"
"I don't know, don't ask! How about you, how'd they get into yours?"
"They didn't; they missed mine."
"Really? Some of us stallions got all the luck. Did that big ugly wind vane scare them off? I mean seriously, a dragon?"
"Hey hey hey, it's an antique! Got if from Manehatten and everything, so don't diss it!"
The two stallions from before, the ones who had accused Piston of committing the crimes, were talking some distance away, just loud enough for anyone in the group to understand if they focused their attention on it. It happened to catch Demure's notice, and he had stared at the two as they had talked with each other, listening carefully so as to remember each and every word. If the others cared to look, they could have followed his silent gaze and worked out what he was thinking.
"...I...have an idea. So, here's what we...could...do..."
The stalls were empty, the candles were blown out, and the streets were silent. It was time for all good colts and fillies to go to bed, and for their parents to rest their sleepy heads. The stars shined in the night sky, but failed to illuminate much. Ponyville was still covered in darkness, the natural darkness of the night, the cloak in which so many thieves and creatures scurried and used as protection for their foul deeds.
Demure popped his head out from the bush he was hiding in, his eyes wide, his face cold and his hooves...cold. Oh, what was he doing, what was he doing? Breaking into another pony's house...It still didn't sit right with him. And all because he had to speak his mind. Never again. He looked around, waiting for his partner-in-crime to arrive. The only thing he had at his house that could make him stealthy was...a black sweater. And even then, it didn't a good job since it didn't cover his rear. He didn't have any sort of hats or ski masks to cover up his face either. Oh, he was failing already, he knew it, he was going to mess everything up, like always...
He had assigned Piston and himself to the house with the "big old tree right next to the big old window" - something that wasn't too hard to find. Cotton and Wild Herb had been assigned to the house with the big wind vane of a dragon, which wasn't hard to miss at all. Hopefully, they were there by now. Their objective was clear, find the stolen goods...and then what?
Oh no! He hadn't thought ahead! What then, what then, what then?! No. Keep calm. Keep calm. They would come to that bridge later...right? For now, think on how to get into the house...maybe...climb the tree? He wasn't sure if he could climb...tamper with the door? Break through a window? Down the chimney? Come on, think...
The house Cotton and Wild had been assigned to most certainly had a huge wind vane, and was two stories tall, like Demure's target house. Each floor had a number of large windows, and there was even a balcony for one of the second-floor windows. There was quite a vertical gap between the windows though, making the house rather tall. And of course, there was a chimney.
"Uh...E-everyone makes..." Did he really need to finish the sentence? Maybe he should just avoid the topic all together and talk about anything other than the horn. But then again, it seemed as if he was messing everything up each and every time he said anything. At least Piston and Cotton made a truce...hopefully.
And hopefully someone would come in out of nowhere and think of a solution to their problem and Demure wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of the stupid, stupid thing he had suggested. But alas, no such deus ex machina. He was relieved, really really relieved, and a little glad to hear that the others were approving of his idea, but...really?
"Y-y-you...guys...actually want to break into other ponies' -" He looked around. Since it had been Demure talking, it was barely loud enough to be heard by the others and hardly audible to those outside of their little group. Plus, there were very few ponies walking past. Most of them had gone back to their stalls or homes. Still, no harm in being cautious. Extremely, very, super cautious. "...I...er...uh..." He hated how he had to think up of the idea, he hated hated hated it. "...I...ttthhhhhiiiiiiinnnnnnnkkkk....that we should split up into pairs: Cotton and Wild Herb as one, Piston and I as another. From there, we can..." Come on, come on... "We will look through all of the houses until we find what it is we're looking for: Stolen goods. Cotton and Wild Herb can start at..." Where? Start at where?! What possible reasoning could he have for picking a house to break into?!
"Wow, they stole what from you?"
"I already said what they stole, no need to say it again."
"Geez, I was just asking for clarification over here. Couldn't hear you right. How did they get into your house anyhow? It's got a big old tree right next to a big old window, so I guess that's how, huh?
"The window wasn't broken."
"Then how did th-"
"I don't know, don't ask! How about you, how'd they get into yours?"
"They didn't; they missed mine."
"Really? Some of us stallions got all the luck. Did that big ugly wind vane scare them off? I mean seriously, a dragon?"
"Hey hey hey, it's an antique! Got if from Manehatten and everything, so don't diss it!"
The two stallions from before, the ones who had accused Piston of committing the crimes, were talking some distance away, just loud enough for anyone in the group to understand if they focused their attention on it. It happened to catch Demure's notice, and he had stared at the two as they had talked with each other, listening carefully so as to remember each and every word. If the others cared to look, they could have followed his silent gaze and worked out what he was thinking.
"...I...have an idea. So, here's what we...could...do..."
The stalls were empty, the candles were blown out, and the streets were silent. It was time for all good colts and fillies to go to bed, and for their parents to rest their sleepy heads. The stars shined in the night sky, but failed to illuminate much. Ponyville was still covered in darkness, the natural darkness of the night, the cloak in which so many thieves and creatures scurried and used as protection for their foul deeds.
Demure popped his head out from the bush he was hiding in, his eyes wide, his face cold and his hooves...cold. Oh, what was he doing, what was he doing? Breaking into another pony's house...It still didn't sit right with him. And all because he had to speak his mind. Never again. He looked around, waiting for his partner-in-crime to arrive. The only thing he had at his house that could make him stealthy was...a black sweater. And even then, it didn't a good job since it didn't cover his rear. He didn't have any sort of hats or ski masks to cover up his face either. Oh, he was failing already, he knew it, he was going to mess everything up, like always...
He had assigned Piston and himself to the house with the "big old tree right next to the big old window" - something that wasn't too hard to find. Cotton and Wild Herb had been assigned to the house with the big wind vane of a dragon, which wasn't hard to miss at all. Hopefully, they were there by now. Their objective was clear, find the stolen goods...and then what?
Oh no! He hadn't thought ahead! What then, what then, what then?! No. Keep calm. Keep calm. They would come to that bridge later...right? For now, think on how to get into the house...maybe...climb the tree? He wasn't sure if he could climb...tamper with the door? Break through a window? Down the chimney? Come on, think...
The house Cotton and Wild had been assigned to most certainly had a huge wind vane, and was two stories tall, like Demure's target house. Each floor had a number of large windows, and there was even a balcony for one of the second-floor windows. There was quite a vertical gap between the windows though, making the house rather tall. And of course, there was a chimney.