Seafoam Wake

The Bermuda Triangle -- Where waves collide

Female. Lives in Ponyville, Equestria. Born on September 22, 1980

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Vampire

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Message me on my main account "Chiller Sway", as I am much more active on there.

Theme song: Chant of Allegiance

Roleplay Universe

Basically season 5

Roleplay Type

Narrative

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Seafoam Wake

December 6, 2021 1:45 pm

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Bermuda Triangle

Chapter 1
Part 2

"Who are you?"
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~~Lengthy post. Press "Read More" at your own risk~~

Bermuda Triangle

Chapter 1
Part 2

"Who are you?" Immediately, I chide myself for such a useless question. It was the first sentence I thought to speak once I'd turned to examine her. The question is too easy, she knows what to say as a changeling or a genuine replica. But I asked it anyway, and this still can give me some useful information. "I am Seafoam Noticus Wake." Her response included a quick and gentle curtsy, as I often perform. "I-- take it we share the name?" "Y-yes..." Our eyes hold for awhile, watching one another for tells, any foreign nervous ticks. Nothing of her behavior strikes me as unusual. Nothing of mine would be. With this moment to think, I realize there is some useful information from my question. Nothing concrete, but consider the fact that I asked first. She did not speak first, neither had we spoke at once. Were I precisely in her place I would have a clear reason to hold my tongue. Rovina is the key. We appear identical, but one of us cannot summon the blade. Once demonstrated the second Seafoam has a valid soul-bind, it should be clear who takes charge, no? Of course, other explanations exist. A changeling would hesitate. A pony impersonating me could use the time to better evaluate me. Making me go first would give her that advantage. I didn't realize I'd tilt my head until she performed likewise. Even her ears follow the motion. This wasn't random, the moment timed perfectly with my change in thoughts. I want to narrow the possibilities. I've made two valid hypotheses. The most likely explanation is still a changeling... Perfect mimicry is not impossible for their kind. The silence held. It must have been 5, 6 seconds unbroken now. No question left my lips, because the answer is in her eyes. This way she's looking at me... I do not mistake the almost imperceptible change in her face. Her mental focus arrived at a pinpoint all at once, and I think her expression has changed once again as my mine betrays a similar focus. I had thought to ask "Are you a changeling?" to read her response, after all I know how I would respond if I were asked. It was in the moments before I wanted to speak that this look appeared. She knew what I was thinking, it made me hesitate. For a moment I almost see humor in this. That my own face is so easy to read... But this brings its own list of observations. We know what I wanted to ask, and why I hesitated. And now we continue the silent study, I see the internal contemplation across her face. This time it is amusing, because she must understand my contemplation face too. It's important that she stayed silent. With her knowing my unspoken question, I've no need to say it aloud. And because I know her answer, she needs not respond. It's easy to say 'no' just to clear the air, but leaving the unspoken answer to my discretion is significant. She hasn't an ounce of hesitation on her face, for we know we've reached the same conclusion. What is the next question to ask? If you respond 'no' to impersonating somepony, it's imperative to deliver proof. Proof in the form of: 'Tell me something only Seafoam would know.' This is not an impossible deduction to make, but I am further curious what path she takes to arrive there. What I want her to do is realize there are no more tells on my face, for I have no thought process to interrupt. Then she must not audibly ask 'Do you want me to tell you something only Seafoam would know?' What she says next must be that knowledge. No leadup, I only want the truth. In predictable timing she straightened her posture and spoke. "Arrow Path, Pearly White, Palm Spirit, Feather Stride. Those are their names, in order." One nod of the head sealed her response. She held perfect confidence that her answer would persuade me. It was well placed. Only I could have known those names. Those details I never shared with anypony. Rovina dimmed to her magnificent alloy. I think she read my emotional state and concluded I didn't need her glow any longer. What I needed she couldn't provide: what to do next. It took me a moment to realize I was being tested as well. The information she gave was incomplete, something key she left out for me to say, and prove that I am genuine. I make the same motion of straightening myself before speaking in return. "Palm Spirit. He was the only one." I hoped my response was satisfactory. Yes, we were both dancing around the topic, but a Seafoam would understand our aversion. We speak only what we dare to acknowledge as history. Thankfully we only held eye contact for a little while, then I offer a final test, a simple one. Holding out Rovina I ask: "What is she called in your world?" She didn't have to think long before responding. "La Rovina Delle Stelle. That is the name Rosa gave her." I nod at this. Our stories check out. "If Sway were here, he'd suggest we are from alternate timelines, right?" She offered the joke with a smirk, and I couldn't help but share a smile. "He would say something like that." "There's no other explanation." We said as one.

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