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    1. Rysmarin 10 yrs ago

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It's just a few personal issues IRL stressing me out, not the RP. I'm presently attempting to work them out, so don't worry about it.

Also, I apologize. I never intended to make it seem that I meant for him to be from America again. I just had something of a lapse in my logic concerning my character's time line, caused by overlooking a few key details therein. I think I'm going to more or less rewrite some of his bio to show this, but his biological mother is Japanese, and he chose to live with her rather than his father after their divorce. I assume that is enough to make him a citizen of Japan for the purposes of this RP?

Edit: Forgot to mention this a moment ago, but since you prefer that he be from the Tokyo area... Instead of having him move in, as I suggested previously, he could have been visiting his father's side of the family in the US. Would this be sufficient?
I'm probably still in for this, just having a few issues.

Anyway, I'll make a few minor adjustments to my character's history shortly in acquiescence to your preference, Genkai... As for how to bring him in, if it is possible to have Brandt move into the area and be tipped off to local events shortly thereafter, that would be ideal for me. However, if it's easier, perhaps he simply took a trip to America to visit his mother father?
After quickly downing his meal, James had taken to doing the mess of dishes left over from it. Not a difficult task by any means, but the artist considered it rather boring, all things considered. With his mind set adrift, he soon found that it had immediately snapped to the she-wolf in his living room, mere yards from him. That was understandable, though... He had been fascinated and inspired by wolves for about as long as he could remember, and had suddenly found himself face to face with one.

He grinned broadly as he lost focus on his task... until he heard the clicking of the wolf's claws on the linoleum. His hands automatically started back on scrubbing the dishes, albeit a little slower than before, as he turned to look at the face of the creature who disturbed his thoughts. "Heya, CC... Lemme guess. Still hungry?" He nodded at the bowl in her maw. "Sorry... no dice. Still, thanks for bringing the bowl over, I guess..." He took it from her, then grinned to himself. "Guess whoever left ya to me musta had you pretty well trained."

As he turned back to the sink, he noticed that he'd been washing the last dish repeatedly up to that point and frowned. The rest were already all sitting in the drying rack. "... I really need to stop spacing like that." He grumbled, then washed CC's plastic bowl. "I'll probably grab you a tougher bowl while I'm out tomorrow, too... Ya handled this one pretty gently, but I don't wanna have to go and replace all my Tupperware if that was just a fluke."

He set the newly cleaned bowl aside, then turned to the wolf with a tired grin. "Well... I'm pooped. It was a long day at work today... I think ya got about the right idea with that TV, there." He started over towards the couch, chuckling as he heard the intro to the next re-run episode of another show come on through the speakers of his modestly sized flat screen. "Whadaya say? Care ta join me, or should I just head off for bed?" He chuckled, obviously not expecting an answer of any form from the canine.
I sent you a PM, but I might actually be able to make it back to this soon. Sorry for the wait: I'll get a reply up as soon as I can.
Would you mind keeping OOC chat over here? I understand the use of double parenthesis to indicate OOC messages on other forums, however, we are given an OOC section for threads on this forum. Writing OOC messages your way kinda just ends up needlessly cluttering the thread.

Other than that, your post, including its length, is fine. My intros just tend to be a little long. I've already come down to just a few paragraphs.
Once the door opened, the disguised changeling gave a benign, sheepish, and tired smile to his soon-to-be benefactor... only to be taken slightly aback by the mare's dark appearance. Most of the ponies he'd met in his life were like candy colored rainbows, where as the mare in front of him now appeared to be colored as black as the chittin of his true form. It was odd to see any black on a pony at all, much less one whom seemed primarily composed of it. Honestly, the changeling hadn't thought ponies could have darker colors than that one stallion's navy blue, or that one unicorn from the wedding's purple mane.

And her eyes... So much like his half sister's and his own, save for the color. With those similarities, he couldn't help half wondering if she was a changeling from another swarm for a moment... but he quickly banished the thought. Changelings, himself included, simply couldn't exude emotional energy like the pony before him was doing.

Despite his distracting thoughts, the changeling recovered quickly, his weak smile never faltering. When she asked if he was alright, however, he was sorely tempted to drop the smile in favor of a deadpan glare... He'd made sure his wounds were quite obvious on this new form... not that he could have actually healed them with the meager amount of energy he possessed, but still. Regardless, the concern he felt pouring off of her was genuine enough to taste, so he suppressed the reaction admirably. "Um... Probably not, no..." He chuckled tiredly, standing with her help and a grunt while putting just enough weight on her to make her feel as if she was helping. When he shifted his weight to step on his right hind leg, however, he gave a half fake wince. "I'm fairly sure I twisted my leg up pretty badly... I got lost and took a nasty fall somewhere in the forest..."

After he managed to limp into the building, he looked around for the nearest piece of furniture. As soon as his eyes settled on the couch, he slowly began to make his way towards it. "Thank you, miss... with the sounds I've heard out there, I wouldn't have blamed you if you'd just locked the door and left me outside 'till morning..." He gave a completely fake, yet almost certainly convincing shiver.
My apologies for the wait. I've been quite swamped lately... -_- I should be able to do a bit better now. =/
A changeling, silent and hungry, barely managed a stagger through the forest as green ichor oozed down his ravaged legs. He was the last of his kind left in equestria after their mass expulsion from Canterlot, and he knew it. He couldn't sense any others of his kind for miles... Though perhaps that could be accounted for by the loss of his connection to the hive mind of the Swarm, his Queen... But that feeling of loneliness was enough to convince him as he trekked through the middle of a dark, forboding forest, wounded and starving.

He had no way of knowing how long the blast knocked me out, but, luckily for him, changelings heal quickly from most anything, given the energy and rest. Unfortunately, it felt like days since he'd "eaten" the affection of an intelligent being, so he was struggling to barely walk, and there was no where safe to rest... not in this unnatural forest. Even one who'd never seen it or heard its name, such as he, could tell that much.

He attempted to navigate his way out of that foreboding forest... and failed. More than once did he find himself at a swirling pool of water, clean and clear in the sunlight. Despite the growing frustration he felt, each time he found the pool, he couldn't help but smile. Smile at his secret from his kind, exposed to the daylight. He was slightly different in appearance from the uniformity changelings, and always had to hide it. He had a long, especially ragged blue mane, and his tail dragged upon the ground if he didn't bind it properly, despite the fact that he was near twice as tall as all but his half-sister, the Queen.

One might ask what that made him, given the chance. A king? Prince? Noble? No. There is only the Queen and her Swarm. Their mother was a mare, now long since passed, and their fathers two of the many non-nondescript faces among the changeling swarm. Young Queen Chrysalis took the place of the prior queen when she could no longer take care of the swarm, and her brother, ever playing the role of the servant, simply assisted her as her subject most of the time... and as her brother when no one was watching.

She never let down her guard, but he knew that her simple knowing he was there helped his queen some inane way... Kept her more or less sane, kept her priorities straight as she scoured the globe for a place to feed her swarm. When the changelings found Equestria, she told her half brother a little of her plan, then set to it with not a word more. She handled it all, and as soon as we felt all that love practically bursting from inside the magic bubble that was Canterlot...

Well... the rest is history... suffice to say that her plan failed, and resulted in the changeling's abrupt and unceremonious ejection, flinging all... most of them clear out of Equestria's borders, probably killing them.

After wandering in random directions away from that pool's mixed blessings, the changeling eventually found something different from the dark trees all around... Not the borders, mind, but some sign of civilization... a small hovel. He stayed back for a time, merely watching the hovel and its dark-coated inhabitant from a distance, before his hunger began to overtake his judgement.

There is one other difference between the changeling "prince" and the rest of his kind, other than appearance... his ability to transform. Most changelings can't transform into something or somepony they haven't seen at least once. They need a picture, or to see the victim of their impersonation at some point before taking their form. He, on the other hoof, could take any form he wished, real or imagined. When he and his sister were younger, she had once said this was because she'd peered into his mind, and seen that his imagination was the best among all the Changelings... and that it was a double edged sword.

Changelings, ironically, don't take well to cultural changes. The ideas of the young changeling "prince" from his early childhood would have caused civil disturbance aplenty, decimating their numbers. But now, he realized with a smirk, he could utilize his full power without fear of one of his kin noticing. He checked to see if anypony or anything else was watching him, then closed his eyes and considered for a moment the form he wanted to take.

He decided a few simpler alterations would be the best option... He chose to shrink his imposing height a bit so that he didn't look like Canterlot royalty, though not so much as to look absolutely common. Next, he mentally repaired his naturally tattered body, minus the wounds, and gave himself a coat of shining black... no, dusty brown hair. He did the same for his mane and tail, shortening them to lengths more proportionate to his new size. Last, he chose to become a unicorn, and gave hinself a cutie mark and an appropriate name: A mysterious rune on a twisting, curved background for the colt, Rune Script.

He hesitated before continuing the changes to his form, thinking the disguise too obvious, as a swarm could often be identified by the colors of their eyes and manes. Too tired to come up with something completely different, he simply decided to swap the colors for his coat and his mane, then used much of his remaining energy to transform himself. He then rubbed a bit of dirt into his messy coat, and began limping towards the mare's house.

The changeling reached for the door and knocked feebly, then sagged one shoulder as though it was hurt... which, actually, it was, though he normally hid it far better. Still, he slumped tiredly to the ground, cursing the weakness of his body for a moment before forcing his mind to the task at hand: being an injured pony.
It didn't take him much to "save" the slightly over-done beef and rice: Simply removing them from the heat fixed the issue reasonably well. He fixed himself a plate and started to put away the leftovers before he remembered the open door and wolf he had left outside it.

"Piss... What's wrong with me tonight?" He groused, setting his plate and the bowls of meet, rice, and salad aside.

He glanced over his shoulder into his fairly modern living room, making sure nothing unwanted had wandered in from the cold night without his knowledge. He noticed the wolf bump its... her nose against the remote, apparently aquainting herself with the new environment. He gave the back of her head a small smile as the TV came on from her probing, then grabbed the tupaware bowl of meat from the counter.

"Hey CC..." He said as he made his way over to the door and closed it. "Ya hungry, girl? 's a little over cooked, but I'm afraid I don't have anything better..." He paused, then glanced at the fridge and mumbled to himself. "... or at all, I guess? This was the last I had, wasn't it?"

He shook his head. "Whatever... I'll just head over to the store after work tomorrow..." He glanced back at his new companion and grinned a grin that might well have looked better on her. "Might even pick you up something special if you're good, CC..." He said, then sait the bowl on the tile flooring just inside the door, offset from the offwhite carpets by a thin metal divider.

He trekked back over to the kitchen to grab his plate, put the cooking dishes in the already lightly occupied sink, and put away his leftovers... in reverse order, of course.
Very well, then. I wish you a good, safe trip.
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