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Offline Clarity

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Not a Balloon
« on: December 06, 2017, 07:42:49 pm »
Clarity steps out of the local library, pausing to let her eyes adjust and fluff one of her pigtails before walking the rest of the way out. A string trails upwards from one of her forehooves. She pulls it downward until the end is below the edge of the door frame, along with Clair who's floating along upside down above. Once he's out, Clarity lets the string extend again, Clair floating upward and pulling the string with him, serene in the air, drifting slightly with the breeze. "How's the weather up there, Clair?" Clarity calls up to him, squinting and smiling.

"It feels sunny," he says back to her, in his normal quiet voice, so she has a bit of a hard time hearing him. "Like it would be warmer if it wasn't windy."

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Offline Brio Dreamer

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Re: Not a Balloon
« Reply #1 on: January 05, 2018, 01:11:54 am »
In the sky a short ways down the street there was a small show of sorts going on with the clouds. They would bunch up then disperse quickly in random directions and with a wonderful puff brought on by a flying mare that was very dedicated in her quest to get some kind of trick down right. Once upon a time she had witnessed a rather skilled pegasus do very close to the same thing, however where she looked to be barreling through clouds for its own sake the pegasus before her had mastered the impact in such a way as to produce shapes in the sky once the clouds settled. She'd used this trick to entertain children. And Brio. Sometimes people couldn't tell the difference. Since then Brio had occasionally attempted to recreate the trick herself, but so far the only shape she'd managed to hammer out was that of mashed potatoes and sometimes a scary accurate portrait of a great aunt she saw once when she was seven. Getting over the confusing and unsettling omen, Brio would soldier on with her cloud bashing until she'd grown dizzy from the loops and swoops and found herself hovering for a breather.

At this time she'd see someone floating like a balloon, upside down and connected via string to a pony on the ground as if it t'weren't even a thing. Maaaaybe she'd taken that last turn too quickly. Or had struck too many fluff n' stuffs for her poor little noggin. Perhaps she angered reality and set things topsy turvy?! Nature was not meant to be abused through headbutts for her own amusement! It was so clear to her now!

"What have I done?" she quietly asked herself, looking over towards the mass of clouds that currently resembled a melty ice cream scoop. Swooping down to apologize, Brio would recognize the floating pony as Clair and would flutter to a mildly panicked stop.

"I didn't mean to, I swear!" She'd plead, flipping upside down to try and match Clair only to fumble due to her wings not working that way and flapping back into a normal holding pattern. Looking further down she would notice the Clarity anchor keeping Clair from floating off and admit with a wince.

"Clarity, I think I broke reality and made your brother go upside down! Soooooorrryyyyyyyy!"

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Re: Not a Balloon
« Reply #2 on: May 16, 2018, 07:22:16 pm »
Disorienting would be a somewhat stronger word than necessary to describe Clair's experience floating in the air. He was rarely this far up in the air, of course, his normal distance from the ground being approximately nil, perhaps a leg-length from his hooves if he was riding on Clarity's back. Technically off the ground but definitely less than a phone call away. From up here, if he was the worrying sort, he'd probably want to send a postcard with Wish You Were Here on the back, which the ground would be able to read about as well as he could, maybe a little better. But aside from looking down on ponies rather than up at them, he was also not quite sure which way was up. Clearly up is the direction his head is in from his body, so yes, he's still looking up to ponies, a bit farther from them than usual but still able to identify them as such with no problem. His point of orientation is whatever the brightest thing around is, which at the moment means his sister.

Until a brighter bean-shape with legs, head, and wings swoops up to him from the expanse of air beneath him, sounding for all the world like it was all ending and it's her fault, which she knows from her own personal experience of bringing about the apocalypse. Hard to argue with a track record like that, really. He waves at her and smiles, the breeze tilting him slightly on his string and setting his mane and tail streaming somewhat. "No, Brio, this isn't-"

"Oh, Brio! What have you done??" Clarity interrupts from above, sitting back on her haunches with her forehooves to her cheeks, pouring a generous helping of drama into her voice. "Woe is us, for such travesty has befallen us as to turn Clair's world topsy-turvy, with naught to anchor him to our glorious Equestria but the perilously thin string joining the two of us!" Clair sits(?) through the exclamation, looking incredibly at ease for having had reality shattered around him. "Tell us, dear Brio, what oh what have you done to bring this to pass? How did you do it? And what great trials must we overcome to restore him from this sorry fate???"

"...So how are you?" Clair asks, fully upside down again.