Posts by Prince Merry-Go-Round

"I’ll take one. Or two. Or ten. I don’t know. Whatever you wanna give me, I’ll do it." Nsp would pipe up as he arrived. He was bored enough. And he truly didn’t care for the amount nor the audacity of the tasks given. He just needed something to do.

Ya girl is bored and wants to draw some good good babies. I have some examples in spoilers down below and I'll do my best to get to everyone asap.

All I need from you guys is to provide me with either a drawn reference or a description of your character including specific scars/birthmarks/accessories/etc., as well as if you want a fullbody or a headshot. <3

And off they went. It wouldn't take too long to reach the fields- or any patches of flowers in general. The Haven was very plentiful in wildlife. Nsp would do his best to take small steps to aid in Grassy's keeping up. Sometimes he forgets just how small kids can be. Grasskit was small. He had tiny little legs. Nin had tiny little legs once and remembering them only made him more grateful for being as long legged as he was. "How about you scout ahead?" he'd suggest, stopping to let Grasskit take the lead if he so desired. "I bet you'll be able to find the best flowers in the whole clan."

He stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at Lemon's name calling. So what if he wanted to curb his boredom? He wasn't an overachiever by any means. "You got it, baby girl." he'd respond before turning on his heel and trotting off.

He'd done this once before. And before it had admittedly been kinda boring. But he didn't mind doing it again considering he got to have alcohol. This time however, he'd be setting up small stations with clay instead of canvas and paints like the last time. Fuck painting. He wanted to make sculptures today. Each station had a bowl of water and a slab of clay all ready to go. In the middle of the space was a big bucket full of alcohol. "Guys get over here and hang out with me!! I have clay to mold and alcohol to be drank."

"Yeah man." he'd nod to Cass's words after having offered a smile of greeting to her and Juba. "I mean- less shove-y, more gently caressing the clay." He made a soft slow motion with his hooves. "Caress it like you would something special and delicate. Like a beautiful woman. Follow the curves of her body... let her take the lead... Dude. Stop. He'd cut himself with a soft cough before he explained more than was really needed. Hell, he passed that point a while ago. Guide the clay and it'll practically mold itself. It's fun. And hell, if you don't like it, feel free to peruse the beverages to your heart's content."

He laughed. This kid was fun.He'd do his best to keep up but at one point he had to wonder how old he'd gotten. Of course he was only three years old but that was a long ass time- at least to him. He really wasn't as full of energy as he used to. That or he'd just gotten lazy. Probably the latter. Highly likely the latter. He had to catch his breath as Grasskit finally stopped at a patch, taking a seat with a soft whump. Looking to the flowers, his eyes gradually widened with interest. He knows these. C'mon brain. Work. Work. "Gentianas. Nice find, McQueen. You really have a knack for this." he'd compliment with a smile. Gorgeous flowers. Well, all flowers were gorgeous. Regardless. "You wanna take some home?" he'd offer, looking to Grass.

Once again he's in the Dynasty, though his reasons are different. Usually he's here for ambassador duties but today... well he doesn't have much of a reason for being out here. Maybe he's gotten bored of the Haven for a bit. He doesn't know but he's here. The unicorn is careful to stay away from the borderlines and instead chooses to wander a few yards from the scent markers. He'll admit it's a nice change of pace from the Haven's sprawling moors. A dense forest is a stark contrast, but welcome. He hasn't gotten the chance to really study bamboo before so this is exciting. At least to him it is.

Wavepool

"Okay kids, your parent and/or legal guardian has signed the nonexistent permission slips for me to take ya out of camp for the day." Technically Lemon gave him the task, so if there was trouble to be had from giving Nsp watch over the clan's little goblins he'd pin the blame solely on his fellow Advisor. Lemon should know him well enough by now. He knew what powers he'd granted the unicorn and he should be prepared for the consequences. "Here's the lowdown; we'll go tour the camp- I'll show you guys the borders and we'll circle 'round towards Mt. Kodiak and then I'll let you guys choose where we go next. I'll try to have y'all back by sundown." But we shall see about that. The unicorn is situated in the heart of camp, looking out over the tiny crowd that had gathered. Some excited. Some... not so.

He'd shrug his saddlebags from his back and sift through their contents. "I know I brought one..." he'd mutter to himself before clicking his tongue and fishing out a small clay pot and a spade and pushing them both towards Grassykit. "Alright, I'll need ya to pay attention for a bit yeah?" he'd begin, hoping he could get the boy's attention. Time to learn. Now, Nsp wasn't much of a teacher, but he'd try his best. "I'm gonna have you dig 'em up. I want you to take the spade- there-" He motions to the small shovel. "and uh- we're gonna start cutting into the ground around the flowers you want. Like a circle." With a hoof, he'd trace out a circle around a patch of the flowers- a guideline. "We leave room so we don't hurt the flowers." he explains gently. "Go slow, okay? We got all day. No rush."

He's never been married ever in his life. He hasn't been engaged to anyone- in fact, he's never even dated anyone before. He's lived a long three years, first on Earth and then now, here, in Agrelos, and throughout all of it he's never settled down. There were a few close calls when he'd lived in Riverside before it had been disbanded; Swedishfish had been his first major crush. Nsp had been absolutely oblivious to the feelings inside of himself until after the canine had disappeared. What a shitty saying; "you can't properly appreciate something until its gone." Or something akin to it. It's a dumb saying. It hurts. And it only serves as a reminder of everything and everyone the man had ever taken for granted. He was full of "what if's" and "I should've done this" and "I could've done that" and he couldn't do a thing about it. You can't turn back time. No matter how much you wish and pray and work to make it a reality, time is cruel and she does nothing but move forward. He's learned that you either move forward with her or you stay left behind in the dust.

So he moves forward and does his best to make peace with his own mistakes. The Advisor found a home in Wind Haven, found friends in its inhabitants, and he's genuinely happy. It doesn't mean he won't have his bad days of course. Some days hurt. Some days he won't get out of bed. Some days he'll cry until the tears dry out and his throat runs raw and ragged with exhaustion. And some days he wishes he was gone with them. He truly was his own worst enemy and he had made a silent vow to not go too long without some sort of company or distraction. A friend to talk to, someone to watch after, flowers to grow, the touch of a stranger, hell- even the chimes of the wind chimes that hung in their trees back home. A distraction from himself is all he needs and he finds it today in the Dynasty's bamboo forest. And he'll soon find it in a stranger.

He looks over when Wavepool speaks, having not noticed her arrival, he was so caught up in the Dynasty's flora. She's unfamiliar, he notes, and her fur? No, water. Woah. Okay that was very new and his chocolate eyes sparkle with interest. "Oh um- not entirely? Uh sorry if I'm like- intruding or anything. I wanted to explore a bit and I guess I'm here." He shrugged his shoulders. How do you go about explaining that you just wanted to look at plants without coming off like a weirdo? "I'm Ninjasexparty- from Wind Haven- also the ambassador for the Dynasty. It's uh, nice to meet you."

Cass would kill him if she ever found out that in this moment- internally- he was calling her the biggest moron in Agrelos. But seriously- watching her basically going into labor while trying to get a meeting out was just... like no. He feels out of place as he watches Lemon hurry over to guide her towards the infirmary. He wants to help but he has no experience in more serious medical things- especially birthing- and he's sure Juba would be the one to be with his mentor in helping the leader. His head swims. They're going to cancel today's meeting, surely? This could wait until things calmed down. But that's just his opinion and he doesn't know what's going on in Cass's head right now. He just doesn't know and the Advisor is rooted to the spot as he looks on with worry clear on his face, ready to jump in wherever anyone needed him.

rushed oop//

"Building a greenhouse shouldn't be too hard." Well.. it would be if they didn't have anyone more knowledgeable in structure building. Regarddless, they were smart. They just had to put their heads together and they'd come to some sort of solution. "Or we could revamp one of the vacant cottages? Whatever we do, we should do it soon. Winter is an unforgiving mistress." He's lost many a crop to the frost. It would be sad if El lost his strawberries to her too.

"I uh, never got much of a chance to know her very well. Is it okay for me to write something?" It probably is. He doesn't know why he's so timid in asking but he is. The unicorn has approached not long after Lucent had called out. This was really kind, he thinks. Never in his life has he heard of creating a book for the recently deceased but it's a really warming thought. He offers a sheepish smile to the woman. "That was dumb of me to ask, sorry."

He'd watch as Grasskit- braver than him thank the stars- stepped forward to write in the book with great enthusiasm. He'd be patient in waiting his turn and when a spot was open, he'd more forth to write his own little message to Wil.

'Hope you're doing better up there in the stars. We all miss you so much. I won't forget you.'

- love and prayers, Ninja

[ How did they earn their name? Was it symbolic to their parents, or was it a self given name? Does it hold any value to them, or do they think of it as just a name? ]

"I suppose I should thank you for the lovely evening, Ninjasexparty." The woman accompanying him says in a teasing tone. Her nose crinkles as his name glides over her tongue. "What a mouthful. Are you sure that's your real name?"

The Advisor flashes a smile of his own back at her and laughs softly. "As sure as there are stars in the sky." A blatant lie, but it's one he hides very well. The npc gives him another questioning look before reaching up and guiding the unicorn's face down so she could plant a kiss to the side of his mouth. They'd share a quiet goodbye and Ninja would watch her leave. Once out of sight, the man would turn and enter his home. As he began cleaning up, the female's question lurked in the back of his mind. 'Are you sure that's your real name?' Obviously, no. Because let's be honest, who in their right mind would name their kid "Ninjasexparty"? It's easier to say nobody because knowing that there were parents who named their children rather odd names was strange. Though... he really wasn't one to talk.

He was born as Prince Merry-Go-Round. Very very few people had learned this back when he was younger. Those people were dead or vanished and the knowledge of his birthname is once again only known by him and him alone. His dad, Courtyardmaster- or as Ninja had known him, Marlon- had an odd way of naming his kids. Ninja would never know why his old man did what he did, or if he had other siblings out there with the same strange names. They never did have a chance to properly talk. Marlon tried and little Nsp didn't want to listen because he was dumb and wanted to be some cool smartass rebel. He'd thought Ninjasexparty was the coolest name ever. He doesn't know why he had chosen it then and if you asked him now he wouldn't be able to give a proper answer. He's always chalked it up to him being a dumb kid.

He remembers one of their interactions, before his dad vanished. He remembers the way he'd proudly announce his "new and better" name and reject his birthname for "being lame". The hurt in Marlon's eyes, He hadn't noticed it when he was younger. Thinking about it now only makes him feel guilty. He can't just take it back and apologize. Too much time has passed and gone and along with it, the words he would tell his pop. Another regret he has but what can he do? He's learned to be at peace with his names and it's the best he's got. There wasn't much point in changing the one he has. Ninjasexparty is the name he's had since he was what- 7 months or so? He's had it a long time and to change it now would only bring more confusion and grief than he needed.

The unicorn stares out of his window at the stars, having long abandoned his cleaning mission. He hates getting like this... all... mushy and sad. But it's good for him sometimes. He moves away from his window and decides to go back outside and circle around towards his little garden to take his mind somewhere else. Proper sleeping schedules were for losers anyways.