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02-09-2015, 01:53 AM
ULRIK & KIRCHOFF
Each point in space (and time) is associated with a vector that determines what force a moving charge would experience.
Each point in space (and time) is associated with a vector that determines what force a moving charge would experience.
The Engineer walked with the group back to their homeland, unaffected by those around him and with a rather disturbingly large smile on his handsome and scruffy face. His cloven hooves waltzed easily, and he took to harassing those in his party for amusement. He hadn't been able to watch the soap opera of Helovia unfold in quite some time. This was a magical occurrence and one that deserved his attention. Kirchoff padded along at his side, his silver eyes casting judgment upon them all in a single, snarling expression that never left his toothy maw.
"You know, sunny princess," he said slowly, the depth of his voice like gravel. "You should let your bloody friend here have what he wants. Skirting around the issue of attraction is just a waste of time." The stallion gave his advice, even though it was definitely unwelcome. "There's no use in denying there is something between you two. Might as well let it take its natural course."
The remainder of the trip was mostly spend in silence, and he carried the flag he had made upon his back, tickled pink at the fact that he was carrying the colors of the feather brains. It was beautiful and perfect irony. He danced in their tow, curious at the fact that the Dragon's Throat looked different than the last time he had fought here, trying to invade. Interesting...
He wandered upon a rather large gathered group headed by a large pegasus with antlers and fire, and he suddenly felt rather... well... small. And that was saying something for the tall, muscular scientist. The grin on his features didn't waver, but the edges of his eyes tightly slightly.
"Oh look at this, Ulrik. You are surrounded by an entire herd who actually bathes. You're a rather miserable sad-sack in comparison. Let's be honest, here, friend..."
"Last time I was here they were feather brains and morons." He grunted in his head, uncomfortable.
"You look like a dust bunny. But about half as cute."
"Shut up."
The hellhound snickered, walking leisurely away from Ulrik and laying out near the oasis, interested in the shady spots. Ulrik looked at the sunny princess and took the flag from his back with his mouth. The only problem was that now he had a mouthful of fabric and no way to speak. Balls. He carefully tossed the flag in the princess' direction. "Here for the metal you offered," he said, deep voice crunching again with a thick, strange accent. He wafted his tail around his hocks.
"Where is the bloody one? He and sunny princess need to have a discussion..."
The stallion leaned, green-flecked eyes glancing through the entire herd.
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