Nar saw you eyeing that thing you really wanted at a store, but couldn't afford at the moment. So he went in and bought it for you.
#rp
What a disappointment.
Nar had hoped for some actual challenge when he raced that Stormblader team that tried to claim Rink Way last night. Instead, all he got was a pitiful excuse for a 'race.' Nar... View MoreWhat a disappointment.
Nar had hoped for some actual challenge when he raced that Stormblader team that tried to claim Rink Way last night. Instead, all he got was a pitiful excuse for a 'race.' Nar raced the leader of the team down Rink Way, with the first to reach the street sign on the other end of the street being the winner. He found it quite sad that he had to wait almost 10 seconds for his opponent to catch up after he reached the end. He knows he shouldn't have expected much from them anyway. They all looked pretty new to Stormblading.
"Papa!" Cookie's voice calls up at him, pulling Nar out of his thoughts. He looks down to his daughter as the two walk down the streets of Vanhoover. "Are we there yet?" She asks, her eyes wide, and slightly sad, like that of a puppy. Nar reaches down to gently pat her head. "Almost, Pumpkin." This seems to be a sufficient answer for Cookie, who turns her attention back forwards.
Maybe after their little daddy-daughter day today, Nar will go check out more of the Stormblading scene in Vanhoover. Maybe find another team to challenge for the fun of it. #rp
Nestled in the bustling city of Vanhoover, Rink Way was a pleasant reprieve from the noise, and lights. It was a nice, little suburban street in the concrete jungle, with all the places a normal perso... View MoreNestled in the bustling city of Vanhoover, Rink Way was a pleasant reprieve from the noise, and lights. It was a nice, little suburban street in the concrete jungle, with all the places a normal person may need to go fairly close by. Usually, quiet, and calm at night, many residents of the street found that tonight was different. Quite unpleasantly so at that.
A group of 5 teenagers, and young adults skate down the street on rollerblades with motors that emit high pitched whirring noises into the night. As they skate, the youths banter with each other, and laugh loudly. Each member of the group is dressed in streetware typical of hooligans, who aren't quite tough enough to join any sort of gang. Eyes peer out from windows, and a few hands reach for phones. If the group in the street noticed, they gave no sign.
The structure of the old brick building at the end of the street comes into view for the group. In the dim light beyond the street lights, it's a bit difficult to tell, but the leader swears he sees a figure sat upon a brick wall in front of the building. What's worse, is that it looks like the graffiti they sprayed on the building to mark their turf has been partially covered over! Approaching the figure reveals to the group that he's carrying a can of spray paint. He must be the one who did this!
"Hey!" The leader, a stallion of 20 calls out to the figure. As he approaches the figure, it hops off of the brick wall, and turns to face them. Light glints off of a pair of metal aviator goggles atop the brim of a straw hat. An open, yellow hawiian shirt rests over a graphic t-shirt, displaying an emblem of some sort. The figure is clearly wearing a pair of modified rollerblades, just like those in the group.
An excited smile passes over the figure's face as the group comes to a halt in front of him. "So." The figure begins. "You're the ones who've laid claim to Rink Way, huh?" The leader sneers. "Yeah, we have, so piss off!" The figure shakes his head. He then reaches into his overshirt pocket, and produces a sizeable sticker of the same emblem depicted on his shirt. In a quick motion, he peels off the back of the sticker, then slaps it atop the remaining portion of the group's graffiti. He's challenging them. The leader's eyes squint. "What's your wager?" The figure speaks casually, as if speaking to an old friend. "I win, you guys dust off, and never come back. You win, I leave you alone for good." So, he just wants the territory? Looking back at his groupmates, the leader sees that none of them are willing to back down. Wanting to look strong, and cool for them, he produces a sticker of his team's emblem, and whips it at the figure. "I'd better not see you around here again we whip your sorry ass!" #rp
Me: I should really get working on that story I've been wanting to for a week now.
ADHD: No. Go play the slots in Tower Unite for 4 hours.
Nar has convinced Juno to try out Warhammer Fantasy (Old Word) with him after listening to a few of the books. Thankfully for them, they're more than wealthy enough to afford such an expensive hobby. ... View MoreNar has convinced Juno to try out Warhammer Fantasy (Old Word) with him after listening to a few of the books. Thankfully for them, they're more than wealthy enough to afford such an expensive hobby. Asuka has teased them relentlessly about their new nerd hobby, but neither of the two care. They're gonna have a blast. In a month, when they get their armies assembled, and painted. #rp
It would seem the Vanhoover Stormblading scene was much larger, and more popular than Nar remembers the one in Ponyville being. After getting his team registered, Nar has opted to check out one of the... View MoreIt would seem the Vanhoover Stormblading scene was much larger, and more popular than Nar remembers the one in Ponyville being. After getting his team registered, Nar has opted to check out one of the events taking place tonight. It's an A class bout between two teams on the cusp of reaching S class. He figures he should see what he has to look forward to before he cleans up the team that's trying to claim Rink Way.
The venue is an old, outdoor amphitheater on the edge of the city limits. Away from the vast majority of the populace, but not too far outside the city. The amount of people here to watch surprised Nar. He expected at most MAYBE a few hundred. Instead, this amphitheater that holds around a thousand was nearly full. Of course, the majority that Nar could see seemed to be Stormbladers themselves. However, he also saw plenty of spectators who didn't seem to be Stormbladers. He doesn't remember every seeing anyone who WASN'T a Stormblader at any of the events back in Ponyville. Was it really that popular in Vanhoover?
In the middle of the amphitheater rests the setting for tonight's bout. A series of steel mesh spheres arranged in a vertical ring. They all appear to have openings that would allow someone to pass through all of the spheres one after the other. The amount of equipment here to make such an event possible boggles Nar's mind! They'd never be able to pull something like this off in Ponyville! The sight of such an elaborate setup causes excitement to rise within Nar's chest. He wants DESPERATELY to be one of the people in there at some point.
"Hey!" A voice pulls Nar from his thoughts. When he looks to the source, he finds a team of five Stormbladers watching him from one stair down. It seems they've noticed that he's here alone. "Newbie!" The only unicorn of the group calls out. Judging by his outfit, demeanor, and the fact that he sat in the middle of the team, Nar guessed he was their leader. He sees another of the team holding a phone, the camera aimed at his skates. Probably just scanned his chip for his stats. That's why this guy thinks he's a newbie. Might as well play the part.
"Huh? Do you mean me?" Nar feigns stupidity, pointing to himself with a quizzical look on his face. "Yeah, you!" The leader responds with a painfully fake, friendly smile. "This your first Stormblader event?" He asks, venom dripping in his voice. Nar nods his head slowly. He sees a very dour looking pegasus next to the leader eye him carefully. "I'm just hoping to get some experience with things before I challenge anyone myself." Says Nar. The leader's smile becomes malicious. "Well, you know, you get better experience if you do things yourself. We're E class, just like you. How's about after this bout we-." The leader is cut off by the hand of the pegasus clapping down on his shoulder. "Hey!" The leader growls. "What was-" The pegasus continues to stare at Nar as he cuts the leader off again. "Look at his skates. Without your scanner."
The leader leans forward as if to get a better look. He squints his eyes momentarily, then, they widen. "Uhm." He stammers. "Never mind." The, the whole team, save the pegasus, turn their attention back to the event. Nar gives the pegasus a friendly smile, but he knows the pegasus has seen through his act. He must have noticed the dozens of small scratches, and nicks in his skates. As well as the parts that have been repaired, and the obviously used wheels. When the pegasus turns back around, another voice catches Nar's attention.
"Hot dogs! Get'cher hot dogs here!" When Nar looks, he sees a man carrying a large heating bag around his stomach with a sign that reads 'HOT DOGS 3 BITS.' Pfffft! Three bits?! For a hot dog?! What a rip off! Thought the multi-millionaire. Regardless, Nar was kinda hungry. "Yo!" He shouts, raising an arm to wave it. "Hot dog!" At the same time as the man reaches into his heating bag, Nar pulls three bits from his satchel. The man removes a foil wrapped tube from the bag, and tosses it up to Nar, who lobs the bits back to him in return. When Nar catches the foil, he unwraps it to find a decently sized, and warm hot dog, with one packet of ketchup, and mustard.
Well, this will have to do for now. He'll stop somewhere for real dinner after this event was over. For now, he wasn't going to let his hunger spoil his excitement.
#rp
One of the many upsides to being a music legend in Vanhoover is that Nar has a lot of professional contacts. That's particularly useful when you're setting up a Stormblading team. Despite being a 'str... View MoreOne of the many upsides to being a music legend in Vanhoover is that Nar has a lot of professional contacts. That's particularly useful when you're setting up a Stormblading team. Despite being a 'street' organization, it's surprisingly well regulated, and there are quite a few requirements for forming a team. The four biggest requirements being that your team needs a name, emblem, and uniform. On top of that, all members have to have chips in their skates to have their 'stats' uploaded to the Stormblading database. Apparently, people can scan your skates with an app, and pull up your stats.
Today, Nar finds himself running errands across Vanhoover. All related to getting his Stormblading team set up. He's got a tailor working on a uniform, a talented street artist designing the emblem, and a friend from a local skate shot helping him get the chip set up for his skates.
At the moment, Nar is the only member of his team. That does mean he'll be stuck at E class until he gets more members, but he doesn't mind. At least, not until he gets an idea of what the Stormblading scene is like here in Vanhoover. Besides, his first course of business when he gets the team registered will be to kick those punks trying to take over Rink Way, out. #rp
One late Vanhoover night, as the city settles down for the night, a lone figure glides along Rink Way on a pair of rollerblades.
Nar put Cookie to bed about an hour ago, but found he wasn't quite re... View MoreOne late Vanhoover night, as the city settles down for the night, a lone figure glides along Rink Way on a pair of rollerblades.
Nar put Cookie to bed about an hour ago, but found he wasn't quite ready for bed himself. He wants to be up early tomorrow so he can take Cookie to an indoor playground before it gets too crowded. So, Nar has decided to try and get in the mood for bed with a little skate around his neighborhood. Nothing fancy, or energetic. Just a casual stroll up and down the street to feel the cool air on his face, and unwind.
As Nar passes by an old, one story brick house near the back of the neighborhood, something catches his eye. He moves closer to investigate, and finds that one side of the building's wall has been covered with a graffiti piece. By the looks of it, it looks like an emblem of some kind. A spark of recognition flashes in his mind for a moment, and Nar reaches for his phone. After some searching, he finds a website he used to use a long time ago. It's a website for all things Stormblading. An old hobby of his.
After inputting his city as Vanhoover into the site, he's greeted with a home page full of news on the local Stormblading scene. Looks like it's quite active. He navigates to a page labeled "Teams", and finds it has a handy image search feature now. A quick picture of the graffiti pulls up the team the emblem represents. Some low-ranking team he's never heard of. Then again, it's been almost a decade since Nar was in the Stormblading scene. Whoever they are, they're trying to claim Rink Way as their territory. Nar isn't going to let that happen.
With a target in his mind, Nar wheels back around to head home. It looks like he's got some work to do. #rp
It's family night at the roller rink, and Nar has convinced his friends, and family, to go with him. So far, they were the largest group at the rink. At the moment, it consisted of Nar, Cookie, Asuka,... View MoreIt's family night at the roller rink, and Nar has convinced his friends, and family, to go with him. So far, they were the largest group at the rink. At the moment, it consisted of Nar, Cookie, Asuka, Juno, Scrappy, Ruby, Deena, and Roy. Nobody was questioning why Roy had sort of just, appeared, back in the friend group. One day, Nar brought him to Shifty Sai's, and he just became a part of the friend group again. Asuka had thought she might feel some sort of fear, or resentment for Roy, but... She didn't. He'd changed a lot since she last saw him, and in all honesty, he was an entirely different person to what she remembered.
The group had arrived around 10 minutes ago. Nar was the only one wearing in-lines. Not his own of course. The roller rinks in Vanhoover were well aware of him, and banned him using his skates inside. It was Cookie's first time ever skating, but after some short lessons from her father, she was skating all on her own in no time. "Like father, like daughter." Sighed Asuka, as she watched the pair skating together at the front of their pack. For a good while, the group simply skates around the rink, dancing, conversing, and generally having a good time. They all stick together, up until the DJ starts playing future funk.
A certain song starts up, and suddenly, Nar drops back to guide Cookie to hold Asuka's hand. Then, he, Juno, and Roy split off from the group, and form a line a little ways ahead of everyone else. Nar leads the three, with Roy in the back, and Juno in the middle. The trio quickens their pace around the rink as they begin some sort of dance routine that Asuka swears they MUST have practiced beforehand. It begins with all three doing a spin one after the other, front to back. Then, they all clap, and veer into a turn, where they begin their 'routine' in earnest.
Hold on... Asuka remembers this! These guys used to do this EXACT routine back in the roller rinks in Ponyville, back in high school! Well, almost exact. They had a few additions now. When Asuka looks around the rink, she finds that she, and Cookie aren't the only ones watching the trio. A good number of the other patrons in the building are watching their little dance as well. Some look impressed, others annoyed. Regardless, the three don't seem to care. They dance away like nobody's watching.
Towards the end of the song, Nar veers off to the left of the line, and takes up some sort of stance. Asuka watches as he throws his right leg out in front of him. Maybe he's just going to show off by skating on one leg. Then, he suddenly throws his right leg back as he thrusts his top half forward. His left leg leaves the ground, and Nar is suddenly upside down. There's a loud SLAM, as his skates hit the rink again, as he completes a front flip. Nar then swivels around to skate backwards, and holds out both of his hands, which Juno, and Roy give high fives to.
Afterwards, the three slowly rejoin their friends. Each of them sport a smug smile on their faces. Asuka just sticks her tongue out at them. "Show off." Then the group continues their leisurely laps around the rink as if none of that had just happened. #rp
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