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[withloadedguns]

[Voice Post]
((Click, shuffle, rattle--the sound of hooves on dust and gravel. Not an altogether unusual set of sounds, given the source of this recording, if you recognize the Network presence. More clattering hooves. This seems to be a recording of the most accidental sort. But not surprisingly, perhaps. These seem to happen a lot with this one.

There are voices... Some low, rumbling laughter...

Apparently, the second half of yesterday's conversation is being continued... Except...is there more whinny in Our Man's voice than usual...?

Silence holds at first and then:))

Now if you'll apologize, like I know you're going to, I might just believe that you really didn't mean it.

((Silence again, but tense this time. Even if one can't see it, one can feel it: that's the feeling of a standoff...

It lingers--!

And then, the slightest of sounds: a shuffle, the sound of a hoof getting set properly into the ground, the movements of readiness... ... ...

The tension holds...

...and the recording snaps off again, as fast as it started up, and the sounds of all these horses and their strange arguments fall into true silence again as the device falls shut again in the same way it fell open: accidentally. And the recording ends with a--))
[//voice post ends]

[ooc: It would appear that there is a very tall pony in the City...wearing boots and a poncho (please pretend that green cape has the appropriate white pattern on it). Yes. The Man With No Name is, for today, the Brony With No Name. Have at him. He'll be trotting around all day, bein' a pony. Also, hee, happy birthday to The Man's PB, Clint Eastwood (my current celebrity crush, in case you didn't know).]

Comments

[whatfriendshipcantbe]

What just happened?

[mindlessvandal]

Who's apologising? I bet no one even knows what you're on about.

[withloadedguns]

They know.

[withloadedguns]

Nothing worth mentioning.

[boutant]

Did you just kick someone?

[withloadedguns]

... ... ...

Maybe.

[boutant]

I'm going to assume that means "yes".

[withloadedguns]

All right.

[boutant]

Did they deserve it?

[withloadedguns]

If they'd apologized...

[boutant]

So that's a yes.

[withloadedguns]

Yeah.

[boutant]

Hopefully he's learned his lesson, then.

[withloadedguns]

Probably so.

[boutant]

... Where'd you kick him?

[withloadedguns]

I don't think that's the kind of thing to tell a lady.

[boutant]

So not the leg.

[withloadedguns]

That might've gotten hit too.

[boutant]

[ There are now pony giggles, accompanied by rustling feathers -- her wings like to get in on showing emotions. ]

Nice shot.

[withloadedguns]

[The smallest sound of acknowledgement. Yeah. He knows it was a good shot.]

[mindlessvandal]

Probably not. You have a bad habit of not using enough words.

[withloadedguns]

No. They know.

[mindlessvandal]

Have they even spoken to you since you put this up?

[withloadedguns]

No.

[mindlessvandal]

There you go, then. You need to talk, man. It's for your own good.

[withloadedguns]

I don't really feel like talking to them.