A Closed RP with @tuneweavers
{Wait, Who The Hell Are You?!} An rp with @tuneweavers
A thinly framed unicorn gently bobbed her head to the music that bled from her headphones. It was night in the bustling city of Chicoltgo, and the frantic crowd around the small pony paid no heed to her presence, simply pushing and shoving around her, and often elicited a small curse from her lips. However, this gave her no real exasperation. This chaotic city was her home after all.
Chip let out a tired sigh as she allowed her music to capture her attention. It had been a hard day, and while there was plenty of food in the apartment, the undying craving for a slice of strawberry cake was torturous for the little music maker’s stomach. But despite the distraction, the beat of her song gave a little briskness into her step as the unicorn began to focus upon it. The light clip clopping of her delicate white hooves synced to the faster paced, higher pitched notes, the bobbing of her flame red hair matched the deep bass, and the—
Now her mane wasn’t the only thing that was a shade of red.
With the moment ruined, Chip turned an annoyed glance skyward, hoping to find some respite from the embarrassment that insisted on emblazoning itself upon her face. Trying to distance herself from the audible rumbling of her stomach, she began to pick out the stars. However, the task was too simple, and her attention was recaptured by the crowd. Specifically, those behind her.
She turned her head, and her eyes darted to the edge of her vision. The red haired unicorn caught sight of irritated looking ponies suddenly parting behind her. Chip’s music was so loud that it drowned out the frenzied storm of hooves that pounded towards her. A blurred flash of pink and yellow was all she could see before something collided into her.
The powerful impact knocked the unicorn’s headphones off, and made her skid a few feet on the pavement. Chip winced as she rose, moving her lower jaw to reassure herself that it hadn’t broken. With her recovery and recollection of her wits, the annoyed and angry pony turned to whatever had hit her, ready to give it a piece of her mind. But what she saw made her sore jaw hang slack.
A honey haired pegasus with a fuchsia coat shakily stood, their sides heaving with fatigue. As they lifted their head, a pair of teal eyes and a monocle appeared. However, upon closer inspection, the eyes were filled with a glistening fear and urgency like Chip had never seen before. Closing her mouth and swallowing slightly, the stunned Chip Tune prepared to say something. Instead, she was cut off once again.
“Don’t ask questions, just run!” the pink pony extended a wing and draped it tightly around the other’s body, keeping them securely close together. Chip’s brain was too muddled to process the chain of events, so her body responded instead, drumming her hooves against the concrete as she ran alongside her strange new companion.
