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[wannabolt]

[Early in the day, people throughout the village might spot a suspicious rainbow streak jetting upwards into the sky. Higher and higher and higher she flies... Until, suddenly, that rainbow streak is rapidly plummeting down, faster and faster until there's a resounding CRASH!Oh, was that your house she bumped into? Maybe your garden? Business?

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[folkloristic]

[ That is...rather strange. Obviously the cloud following Helios goes unnoticed for quite some time. He's a bit of an absentminded derp that way. But walking by the bakery he will notice it in the window and slightly jump. ]

Oh! That's rather...odd. [ Helios will go over to investigate because that's what he does on principle, you see. He is just tilting his head to one side as he stares back up at that cloud. A hand will be going to his chin. ]

I didn't even notice... [ You don't notice much Helios. ]

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[folkloristic]

Ah yes something like that. There's many different families and types in my world. [ Just a smile and nod from him. ]

There's actually one here. Though they look more like a unicorn than a dragon tiger.

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[wannabolt]

So they're like a pony.

[This is relevant to her interests.]

I guess I'll keep my eyes peeled.

[After all, if there's another pony around, at least that's something familiar.]

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[folkloristic]

[ Helios chuckles. ] Yes you could say that.

He's rather nice too. Rokuta, if you ever happen to pass by him. He's, ah, not usually in his true form. [ Helios will motion to himself. ] He takes on a more humanistic look usually.

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[wannabolt]

Why would he do something like that? There's nothing wrong with being a pony.

[Unless...]

But I guess that's one way to blend in.

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[folkloristic]

Oh of course not. There's nothing wrong with being who or what you are.

[ Unfortunately it's rather a necessity in his world. ] But blending in sometimes helps.

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[wannabolt]

Yeah, I can tell. I've gotten some pretty weird looks from people here. Guess they're not used to ponies.

[A beat.]

But I still wouldn't wanna change. Fitting in's overrated, if you ask me.

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[folkloristic]

Ah, well, it just makes you more unique than the rest of us! Nothing wrong with a bit of diversity I always say. There's plenty of different worlds here all with their own unique beings of sorts too. You'll fit in soon enough.

[ Helios smiles. ]

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[wannabolt]

So it's not just hue-mans around here? [And kirins.]

Anything else I should know about?

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[folkloristic]

You might find that they look like humans, but they're not simply that. Lots of people here can preform magic. And, well, there's also beings like you and Rokuta here.

[ Helios pauses before looking at his journal. ] Has anyone told you anything about this place so far?

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[wannabolt]

I know a thing or two. Stuff about experiments and the creeps in charge.

[A beat.]

And I already tried busting through the barrier a few times.

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[folkloristic]

Has anyone told you about the draft? [ A small sigh. He doesn't like talking about it in all honesty. But it's something that needs to told to every new feather out there. ]

Oh, dear. You weren't hurt were you? [ He be looking at you a little worriedly now Rainbow Dash. ]

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[wannabolt]

Nah, I can handle a few rough landings.

[Happens all the time, really.]

But what do you mean by draft?

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[folkloristic]

If you're certain.

[ Just a frooown. ]

It's...there's a war. A war going on and, um, they sometimes draft people to go out and fight in it. [ he sounds none too pleased about it. ] Even those who the know can't. It's rather dreadful, really.

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[wannabolt]

Whoa, they send people who can't fight? Why would they do something like that?

[Not that she's experienced with war, but that just doesn't add up.]

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[folkloristic]

Our captors are not exactly the best of people. They, um, don't seem to care very much when it comes to who can and cannot fight.