Opt.2: The Classical Octavia by Obzedat

Anonymous 01/25/14(Sat)05:33 UTC-5 No.15887298
Replies: >>15887333 >>15887455 >>15887592 >>15895324

Fuck it. Giving it a shot.

>Scrolling through the thread you chuckle lightly at the recent developments.
>Leaning back in your seat, a thought possesses your mind.
>You never picked one of the OP's options yourself.
"Huh, what WOULD I choose?"
>The thought quickly sprouts into curiosity, and curiosity causes your hand to grab hold of your mouse and scroll upwards.
>Re reading the options you come to the conclusion that you do not want to be stuck in horse land, regardless of the antics you might stumble into.
>If anything, for pure convenience of familiarity, you would simply pick Option 2.
>"Good choice."
>You jump at the noise behind you, spinning around to find the source of the whisper directly in your ear.
>You inhale sharply as you stare at the figure that has presented itself to you.
>He is tall, impossibly tall, having to bend over lest his head push straight through the ceiling.
>His attire, a shabby trench coat that somehow covered his whole body, top hat balanced unnaturally atop his head.
>Your eyes quickly shut to dispel the awful illusion, only to open back up to witness his sinister mockery of a smile.
>Mustering up some courage you open your mouth to speak, only to lose the words somewhere in the transition from brain to vocal chords.
>He takes notice and his smile grows a tad wider.
>Pulling off his top hat, he presents it to you, slowly reaching inside and pulling out a burlap sack.
"W-what is in that?"
>You swallow hard as he drops the sack at your feet, causing whatever was inside to quickly spasm.
>Laying his hat on the ground, he quickly steps inside as the hat inverts on itself and everything vanishes.
>Everything except the present he left at your feet.
>To say you were freaked out, was an understatement.
>To say you were terrified, would have been a tragic misuse of the English language.

(1/2)

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Anonymous 01/25/14(Sat)05:38 UTC-5 No.15887333
Replies: >>15887490 >>15887592 >>15895324

>>15887298 #
>You sit back in your chair, simply staring at the brown sack laying inches from your toes.
>Closing your eyes, you collect yourself as best you can.
>Exhaling loudly, you reach for the bag, an itch in the back of your thoughts screaming at you about what you would find.
>Moving the front of the sack down, you see the head of a pony.
>A pony with raven black hair, and a pink bow tie around her neck.
>At that moment, millions of thoughts raced through your mind.
>Only one escaped your lips.
"Oh shit."

Well, it looks like Anon is in a pickle. What should he do gang?
Be gentle, I haven't written in a long time.


Anonymous 01/25/14(Sat)13:42 UTC-5 No.15895324
Replies: >>15895351

>>15887298 #
>>15887333 #

>Octavia.
>She lay there, barely poking out at you.
>One side of her face visible with a large bruise adorned above her eyebrow.
>You pull her from the sack, lifting her up into your arms and cradling her as you walk down the hall towards your bedroom.
>Upon inspection, you could see multiple bruises lining her figure.
>None were serious, but she had definitely been through an ordeal.
>Gently, you lower her into your bed, making sure to tuck her under the covers.
>Afterwards you just stare, allowing the events that had so quickly unfolded catch up to you.
>Suddenly, weariness overcame you and sleep began sound like your best friend.
>You shake your head as if that would keep the inevitability of sleep away.
>Closing the door and slumping up against it, a yawn escaped your throat.
>You attempt to stay awake, observing the rise and fall of your guests chest as the sunrise begins to peak through your window.
>Your eyelids begin to feel heavy, and as you succumb to sleep's sweet embrace one last stray thought passes through your head.
>When you wake up, this will all have been a dream.
>You close your eyes, and seemingly seconds after you do a pain erupts from your chest.
>Your eyelids shoot open, hands immediately clutching and guarding the injured area.
>As your vision focused, you found yourself staring into Octavia's eyes.
>Two bright violet eyes twisted with the glimmer of both fear and rage.
>"Where am I?! What did you do to me?!"
>The confused and tearful cry roared out of her throat as another hoof connected with your stomach.

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Anonymous 01/25/14(Sat)13:43 UTC-5 No.15895351
Replies: >>15895488 >>15895645 >>15895994

>>15895324 #
>You cough out surprised at the power behind the punch as your breathing comes out pained and labored.
>Raising a hand up you attempt to halt the terrified mare, manic in her desperation and confusion.
>Another hoof connects with your raised arm, knocking it back and you soon realize that something needs to be done before one of these blows is fatal.
"OCTAVIA STOP, I won't hurt you I SWEAR."
>After the words you leave your throat, your eyes widen as she brings back a hoof aimed at your skull.
>It doesn't connect though, her hoof hovers in front of your face, paused completely as if time had froze.
>"H-how do you know my name...?"


Anonymous 01/25/14(Sat)13:54 UTC-5 No.15895645
Replies: >>15896263 >>15897125 >>15898034

>>15895351 #
WOAH HO, FORGOT TO POST THE LAST PART.

>Tears well up in her eyes as you hesitate in finding an answer.
>You needed to handle this situation with care before things got even more volatile.
>"J-just tell me where I am..."
>The words come choked and forced through tears as she backs away from you and slinks down to the ground.
>As you rise up, clutching at your torso the mare stares into your eyes, carefully tracking your movements.
>"...and I think you should be more worried about me hurting you."
>Yeah, you got that fucking right


Obzedat 01/25/14(Sat)15:25 UTC-5 No.15898034
Replies: >>15898079

>>15895645 #
>Steading yourself, you move towards the bed to sit down, glancing over the covers now wildly thrown around.
>You look towards Octavia, her eyes watching every muscle twitch, prepared to deliver more damage onto your person at the slightest hint that you try something suspicious.
>This was all still so surreal, but the throbbing along your body told you that an answer to her question was required.
>Otherwise, consequences will never be the same.
"He told me."
>The truth, the completely crazy unbelievable truth, was probably not healthy for either of you right now.
>She raised an eyebrow up in question to your statement before giving a slight wince upon remembering her injury there.
"The man...thing, whatever it was that left you here, he told me."
>Standing to your feet causes a good to twitch, a sign to you both to watch how you handle yourself.
>You move slowly, walking towards the doorway signaling for her to follow.
>Although wary, her assault on your sleeping form had bolstered her confidence and she walked in tow behind you.
>As you made your way into the room housing your computer, you immediately remembered the thread.
>Don't want to take any chances, not after the stories you read.
>Reaching for the tower you shut down your sleeping PC before grabbing the brown sack still lying on the floor.
>Octavia stands in the doorway, keeping her distance as you present the item to her.
"This is what he delivered you in."
>If she was thinking something, if those gears were turning in her skull and processing this information, she made no nod to it.
>Instead she stood there, motionless, speechless. Simply shifting her eyes from you to the bag.
"I swear to you, I didn't do anything. I'm innocent."
>Technically that was true, you didn't best her senseless and kidnap her, whisking her off into another dimension.
>God that sounds ridiculous even thinking about it.
>"Okay."

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Obzedat 01/25/14(Sat)15:26 UTC-5 No.15898079
Replies: >>15898388 >>15898423

>>15898034 #
>Her response surprised you a little.
>"I thought...I was so sure you were that thing...I remember being beaten, taken..."
>She walked closer, carefully looking over your entire figure, as if searching for something that would prove all your statements false and her fears true.
>Silence filled the room before she dropped her gaze and hid her face away from your sight, finding nothing.
>"You're not tall enough...it wasn't you."
>Then the waterworks started, and Octavia was curled up on the floor, crying into her hooves.
>You want to approach her, but with her violent reaction earlier that didn't seem like a smart idea.
>She established that she knew you didn't drag her here, but that didn't mean she trusted you.
>How do you comfort somebody when their life was tugged out from under them, and the only scapegoat in sight is you?

>>15897921 #
I was also wondering where all the suggestions vanished to.


Obzedat 01/25/14(Sat)15:57 UTC-5 No.15898828
Replies: >>15898922 >>15899376

>>15898388 #
>>15898423 #
>You kneel down to her level, trying to think of way to comfort her.
>A thought strikes you, and your arm slowly outstretches towards her mane.
>As soon as the tip of your finger touches her, she recoils upward. Her hoof raised to deliver a blow in self defense.
>You don't recoil, your hand slowly moves towards it's destination as you run your fingers through that raven black mane she lowers her hoof.
>Tears streaming down her cheek as she allows you to comfort her in one of the most basic of ways.
"How about we get you cl-"
>"I'm fine."
>She snaps back sharply, quickly lowering her gaze at her sudden outburst.
>"I'm fine...but thank you...what's your name? You already know mine."
>A small smile forms on your face.
"I'm Anon, pleased to meet you."
>"I'm sorry for attacking you. I ju-I thou-"
>You raise your hand up to silence her.
"It's okay, really."


Obzedat 01/25/14(Sat)16:22 UTC-5 No.15899359
Replies: >>15899420 >>15899644 >>15899982 >>15900614

>>15898922 #
>She gives a weak smile, but her face expresses the true depression that envelops her mind.
>Then, a blush expresses her embarrassment as her stomach growls and howls.
"I feel the same way. Can I get you something to eat?"
>You repress the urge to laugh, but Octavia giggles as she looks up into your eyes, a more genuine smile plastered on her face.
>"That would be lovely."
>You lead, exiting the hallway and entering into the kitchen.
>A few plates and a frying pan were shoved into the sink, but aside from that it looked presentable.
"So...forgive me but I don't think I have any hay...what would you like to eat?"
>Octavia trails behind you, presenting a calm demeanor in spite of her earlier outbursts and puffy eyes.
>"Well...what do you eat? You aren't a pony so I am not surprised...what are you exactly?"
>Well you love chicken, for one!
>Which is meat.
>You stand there, silently staring at her. Frozen at how to answer that question.
"Well, I am what's called a human."
>You paused to long to save face, and you could tell that Octavia was a smart mare.
>Her eyes narrow, analyzing you, knowing you have purposely avoided her initial question.
>"...what do humans eat?"
>This time the curiosity in her voice is gone, this time taking on a more demanding tone.
>Well shit.

My posts are short and my writing may be a bit sloppy since I am thinking of how I want to guide this story. Forgive me.


Obzedat 01/25/14(Sat)17:18 UTC-5 No.15900614
Replies: >>15900690

>>15899359 #
>Alright. You just have to play it cool.
"Well, humans are omnivores."
>Her eyes don't widen in terror, nor does she attempt to preemptively strike you down.
"Which means that most of us, including me, do eat meat."
>Her eye gives a twitch and you realize why she made no signs earlier. Her stomach churns, and she vomits all over the floor.
>"That's disgusting Anon! That's bucking disgusting!"
>Now her eyes widen and the realization begins to creep into the inner recesses of her mind.
>CONTROL THE SITUATION.
>"Does that mean t-that yo-"
"NO. No no no no no no. I don't eat horse. Some humans might, but I do not."
>Only slight relief crosses her face before she looks down at her mess.
>"Oh buck..."
>You grab some paper towels, and begin wiping up, looking up into the gray mare's eyes.
"How about I just make some soup for us?"
>She weakly nods and grabs a paper towel to help.
>With the mess taken care of and Octavia awkwardly trying to sit comfortably in a chair obviously not made with her in mind, you begin.
>You place a pot onto the stovetop, igniting the fire underneath as you drizzle vegetable oil into the base.
>You sauté some onion and garlic to add to the soup's flavor.
>Laying a cutting board on the counter you begin with the carrots, dicing them quickly and efficiently before scooping them off and into the pot.
>Next, you slice up some celery, making sure it is finely chopped before also plopping it into the mixture.
>You stir, making sure your base components are all ready before adding in vegetable broth alongside tomato and thyme.
>After more preparation and plenty of stirring, it is complete, and you pour yourself and Octavia each a bowl of some good ol' fashioned tomato soup.


The Classical Octavia Obzedat 01/25/14(Sat)20:25 UTC-5 No.15904821
Replies: >>15904916 >>15905041 >>15905602

>>15900614 #
"So, do you like it?"
>Octavia's gaze drifts to yours after test tasting the soup.
>For a moment, she appears to want to speak, but instead opts to start draining the fucking bowl.
>Whether that is a compliment, or if she is just hungry you don't really know, but a small smile from her when she looks back to you in answer enough to your question.
>The meal went on in relative silence and the uneasiness of the whole situation began to set in.
>There were a lot of questions, few answers, and you knew she would want to leap right in as soon as your soup bowl was empty.
>So you decided to drag it out, using the spare time to plan ahead for your own explanations.
>First thing is first, you have to figure out how to keep her from leaving the house.
>Boy, that'll sure go over well.
>Secondly, you have to make sure she is as happy as she can possibly be in this situation.
>Sure you wanted this, but you didn't want to damn her to a life of unhapiness, of hiding, of lies.
>Guilt began to set in, she can't know the truth.
>For her to know it is your really all your fault? Bad idea, at least right now.
>She hadn't brought up anything about Equestria, yet.
>Maybe the gravity of the situation hasn't quite hit her yet, hell, you didn't even mention she wasn't on Equestria anymore.
>She had to realize it though, right? Or...maybe she hadn't entertained that theory yet.
>To much to explain, to an emotionally damaged mare.
>Huh? Why are her lips moving?
>"Um, Anon?"
>She was looking at you, a bit of worry in those eyes.
>"I think you're soup is finished."
>You look down and realize you'd been digging your spoon into an empty bowl.
>"Anon, are you okay?"

Obzedat 01/26/14(Sun)00:08 UTC-5 No.15910075
Replies: >>15910101

>>15908185 #
>No, you're not okay.
>Do you risk telling her the truth? Breaking down a person like that and risking another situation like you're rude awakening?
>Do you tell a lie just to save your own selfish pride and hide away the guilt?
>...maybe you can tell a few truths, a few lies.
>Maybe you don't have to choose an ultimatum yet.
>She doesn't need to know your hand in this, not yet.
"No, I'm not okay. Look, Octavia. You know...you know you aren't on Equestria anymore right?"
>Her face twisted into anguish, but you saw no surprise. She knew, she just didn't want to hear it.
>"I...I k-know An-Anon."
>Tears are forming, but she is putting on a strong front.
"This is Earth...you're a long way from home."
>Octavia just looks on towards you, waiting for you to continue, absorbing everything you say as confirmation of her worst fears.
>You try to find the right words to tell her that her existence is nothing more than a fantasy here, but your throat suddenly feels like it's been filled with sand.
>Instead you hold up a finger, signaling her to wait, quickly moving into your bedroom to grab your phone.
>You load up the Internet on the way back towards the kitchen, glancing up and regretting it when you saw a defeated Octavia slumped over on her seat.
>When you approach her, you have no words of preparation, you just hold the screen in front of her.
>For a moment, it seems as though she wants to question you. Maybe about the device, maybe about another thought out of the millions she must have.
>All that fades though as her pupils shrink and her mouth hangs agape, the infamous theme song to the show resonating in the kitchen.
>A happy melody with a sick and twisted message to the mare who looked as if everything had collapsed around her.

Obzedat 01/26/14(Sun)00:09 UTC-5 No.15910101
Replies: >>15910218

>>15910075 #
>"No, no, no, NO. NO! NO!"
>You just watched as she broke down, trying to back up into the chair in a futile attempt to erase the images from her mind.
>"This can't be, it can-it it can't be real. No...Anon...?"
>No words can soothe her, this level of loss and loneliness she must be feeling is unparalleled to anything you could ever experience in your lifetime.
>"Anon...am...am I real?"
>You reach out and run your hands through her mane, and this time she doesn't recoil back.
>Even if you aren't the peace she is looking for, you're the only peace she has, so you continue.
>Then you pull her in with a tight embrace and hold her still.
"You walk, you talk. You eat, breathe, live. What do you think?"
>She sobs softly into your chest, but doesn't resist your embrace. In fact, she tightens her own.
>This will be a long road to walk down, you cared for her after all, that is what brought her here.
>Somehow, you'll fix this, you have to. Even if you don't know what that means yet. You'll fucking fix it.

Obzedat 01/26/14(Sun)19:27 UTC-5 No.15927067
Replies: >>15927115

>>15910101 #
>You held Octavia for what felt like hours before carrying her into your bedroom and tucking her in, confident that this time you'll awaken to a much less violent mare.
>Then you move to your computer, turning on the tower and watching as the monitor flickered to life.
>Once the Internet was accessible, you went searching for that thread.
>Finding it was easy enough, now about these rules.
>It was stated that if the chosen pony were to be seen by another person, she would be taken.
>The phrasing doesn't sound pleasant, who knows where she would be whisked away to?
>So no risks, no exposure, which meant you'd still need to confront her and tell her in the nicest way possible that she was a prisoner here.
>Raising up two fingers you massage your temples as a headache comes on, you didn't even want to think about what all these reveals are doing to the mind of the mare laying in your bedroom.
>You searched through the multiple stories in the thread, hoping to find at least an idea of how to send your guest home.
>Nothing though.
>However you did feel relief that you weren't dealing with a unicorn who could incinerate you, or a pegasus who could just fly away.
>According to the thread she'll fall in love with you eventually, and you can't deny how enticing that sounds.
>You did care a great deal for her, that was the whole reason you were put in this situation.
>You stretch your arms out and let out a yawn only to stretch forward in pain, almost forgetting the short beating you received earlier today.
>The pain had torn your thoughts from the thread and your mind began to shift them to another subject.
>What about the thing, the guy in the trench coat?
>Maybe you should give him a nick name for easy reference.
>Trench?
>Fuck it, that'll do.

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The Classical Octavia Obzedat 01/26/14(Sun)19:28 UTC-5 No.15927115
Replies: >>15927159

>>15927067 #
>The way it's looking, the only way to get Octavia back home is to go straight to the source.
>You have to find a way to get face to face with Trench and ask a few questions.
>He ripped a creature out of it's home and threw it into another universe.
>The power he must hold didn't exactly fill you with confidence.
>It was always a stupid idea to go looking for trouble, but, you wanted this.
>Not just for Octavia, but so that your life could have some sort of larger purpose other than the mediocrity of work, eat, and sleep.
>Maybe you were a fool to look a gift horse in the mouth, but if the option you picked effected the natural progression of Octavia's feelings, whether they were buried deep inside of not.
>Well, that just didn't sit well with you.
>You shut off your computer, your mind still cycling through possible ideas and scenarios.
>"Anon?"
>You'd been so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn't see two large violet eyes peering in through the doorway.
"Hey Octavia, everything okay?"
>She shifts a little oddly in place, which only causes your eyebrow to raise in bewilderment.
>"Anon...I have to..."
>She was obviously embarrassed, and now that you paid attention you could see her hind legs squeezing tog-OH. Ohhhh.
>You stand up and say nothing, walking past her and pointing to the bathroom door.
"It might seem a bit strange, but I think you'll figure it out. You're a smart mare."
>She gives what sounds like a mumbled thank you and quickly pushes past you into the doorway, pushing the door closed behind her.
>You waited outside the doorway, just in case something went wrong.
>She exited the bathroom, thankfully with no accidents, and stood alongside you.

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The Classical Octavia Obzedat 01/26/14(Sun)19:30 UTC-5 No.15927159
Replies: >>15927297

>>15927115 #
>"Were you outside the door the whole time?"
> It dawned on you just how creepy you must be coming off in this situation, and your cheeks immediately lit up red.
"Well it wasn't like that. I mean, you never used a human toilet before so I just was making sure there were no...accidents."
>It was Octavia's turn to blush as she simply cleared her throat.
>"Right."
>She seemed to want to end that conversation as fast as you did.
>"Hey...Anon, would you mind just...being next to me for a bit...everything that has happened..."
>She paused, swallowing hard and gaining composure.
>"It is a bit much for a mare to take in."
>You give a silent smile as your answer and walking with her to the bedroom, the both of you laying down side by side.
>She nuzzles into your arm, finding comfort in the warmth of your body.
>"I'm just a bit scared Anon."
>She speaks as she buries herself into your side, laying her hooves as far across you as she could.
>An idea sparked in your head as you pulled out your phone from your pocket and loaded up YouTube.
>The song used to calm you down whenever life had pushed you to the ground, with Octavia's musical tastes you hoped it would do the same.
>Tapping her on the shoulder, she looked up and stared at the picture as the music began to play.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=IyCRJmerW1Q [Embed]
>Octavia's whole physique relaxed and she closed her eyes as the music played.
>No words were said and as you observed her you could tell that the music played differently in her mind.
>It didn't enter one ear and out the other, it became a part of her and as she absorbed every note her whole body relaxed and her expression became one of peace.
>So you held her until the song finished, and after you two held each other.
>The both if you drifting off to sleep in silence, and at peace for that brief moment.

The Classical Octavia Obzedat 01/28/14(Tue)06:12 UTC-5 No.15957614
Replies: >>15957627 >>15957640

>"Were you outside the door the whole time?"
> It dawned on you just how creepy you must be coming off in this situation, and your cheeks immediately light up a light shade of red.
"Well it wasn't like that. I mean, you never used a human toilet before so I just was making sure there were no...accidents."
>It was Octavia's turn to blush as she began to clear her throat.
>"Right."
>She seemed to want to end that conversation as fast as you did.
>"Hey...Anon, would you mind just...being next to me for a bit...everything that has happened..."
>She paused, swallowing hard as she tried to remain calm.
>"It is a bit much for a mare to take in."
>You give a silent smile as your answer and walk with her to the bedroom, the both of you laying down side by side.
>She nuzzles into your arm, finding comfort in the warmth of your body.
>"I'm just a bit scared Anon."
>She speaks as she buries herself into your side, forming her body to yours to stay as close as possible.
>An idea sparked in your head as you pulled out your phone from your pocket and loaded up YouTube.
>The song used to calm you down whenever life had pushed you to the ground, with what you knew of Octavia's musical tastes you hoped it would do the same.
>Tapping her on the shoulder, she looked up and stared at the picture on the screen, the music about to play.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=IyCRJmerW1Q [Embed]
>Octavia's whole physique changed as she closed her eyes and the song began.
>No words were spoken, and as you observed her you could tell that the music played differently in her mind.
>It didn't enter one ear and out the other, it became a part of her and as she absorbed every note her whole body began relaxing and her expression became one of peace.
>So you held her until the song finished, and continued to do so after it had completed.
>The both of you drifting off to sleep in silence shortly after. At peace for that brief moment in time.

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Obzedat 01/28/14(Tue)06:13 UTC-5 No.15957627
Replies: >>15957640 >>15957646

>>15957614 #
>It starts with the creeping feeling of consciousness. Then, light begins to pierce through your eyelids.
>You slowly become aware of your muscles, legs stretching out and toes curling.
>As your eyes open, the vision of a white ceiling greets you and you become aware that one of your arms is enveloped in something.
>Your vision moves towards the source, and your memories begin to return piece by piece as you stare at the gray hooves holding your arm captive.
>The mare with raven black hair lay still next to you, face relaxed as sleep kept a tight grip over her.
>For a few moments you watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath, and a warmth began to envelop your heart as you saw how peaceful Octavia was.
>The warmth was quickly extinguished, and as your memories began to return your heart filled with a dread and guilt only brought on by those who harbor the worst of secrets.
>A secret that would break the mind of an innocent who never asked to be taken from home.
>An innocent that even in this short of time you could tell was beginning to develop trust towards you, as well as feelings.
>Though you had barely begun to truly know her, your heart stayed a steady course and a feeling began to blossom deep within.
>An emotion, an idea. That maybe not this minute, not this day, not this hour, but that this lifetime you would love this soul who held your arm so dearly in her slumber.
>That feeling only amplified the dread, and just as that perfect nano second of pure bliss had come into existence, it passed.
>With that passing, you moved your arm carefully as to not wake the one who had kept you secured to her body during the night.
>You sat up, reciting in your head you would fix the mess you had started.

The Classical Octavia Obzedat 01/28/14(Tue)06:15 UTC-5 No.15957646
Replies: >>15957655 >>15965184

>>15957627 #
>Reminding yourself that those affections beginning to take root in her are half-truths created for the game you were now in.
>The game that Trench made a reality.
>Somehow you would meet him again, and you would correct the error he had made in bringing Octavia here.
>Ripping her from her home to a foreign land, to a foreign home.
>Destined to fall for her captor and guardian, like some twisted version of Stockholm Syndrome.
>Yes, you would fix this, no matter what the cost.
>You stand up, quietly leaving the room, shaking your head as you walk down the hallway into the kitchen as if it would help dispel the hurricane of thoughts moving through your mind.
>You're getting ahead of yourself, there was a time for everything to be handled.
>Right now, it was time for breakfast.
>Meat was off the menu for your guest, and after the reaction you got to the mention of consuming it you didn't think it wise to cook some for yourself.
>So, what did you have?
>Opening your fridge you immediately spot bread.
>It was simple, and not exactly extravagant, but it would have to do for now.
>Grabbing the bread from the fridge you took out four slices, popping two into the toaster and leaning against the counter as you mentally prepared for the day.
>The first thought you have is a reminder that you had not yet exposed Octavia to the fact that she could not be seen by anyone else.
>Not something you were looking forward to.
>The bread pops up from the toaster, and you toss them onto a plate before replacing them with the other two slices.
>The second thought you have is about entertainment.
>Briefly you glimpse the fading image of Octavia's face as she heard the notes of the song from the night prior.
>Music would work wonderfully.

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The Classical Octavia Obzedat 01/28/14(Tue)06:17 UTC-5 No.15957655
Replies: >>15960598

>>15957646 #
>Music should be quite exciting for her, considering what she specializes in.
>Maybe play a movie, or introduce her to a few novels while you're at it.
>The two other slices pop out, the sound drawing you from your mind and back to reality.
>You make your way to the bedroom, plates in hand to find Octavia still in that same blissful state of sleep.
>You place the plates on the night stand, careful to make little noise as you retreat back to the kitchen to fill two glasses of water.
>Placing the two glasses next to the small meals you begin to smile as you admire how adorable Octavia looks in her sleep.
>You reach out and gently place your palm onto her side.
>Rocking her lightly you can see her eyes begin to flutter and her muscles become active as her body goes through the motions of starting up for the day.
>A light yawn releases itself from her throat as she begins to stretch, her eyes popping open and looking directly at you as a smile crosses her face.
>It proves to be infectious as you can't help but enlarge your own smile at the sight.
"Morning there."
>"Good morning, Anon."
>You hand her a glass and she graciously takes a large sip to wet her throat, placing it on the nightstand near her side of the bed.
>Handing her a plate you lay next to her, grabbing the other plate for yourself and taking a large bite out of the toast.
"I know it's not a gourmet meal, but, I hope you still enjoy it."
>She takes a bite as well, those beautiful violet eyes locking with yours as she swallows.
>"I appreciate the thought, and breakfast in bed is always pleasant."
>The meal continued in silence, though unlike the night prior, it wasn't awkward.
>You two shared the silence comfortably, simply enjoying each others company.

Obzedat 02/04/14(Tue)04:06 UTC-5 No.16099474
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>>16099462
>"So, Anon. I figure it might be nice to go for a stroll. You can show me around town."
>Her smile showed hope and promise that you didn't think you could fufill.
>Either your hesitation was far to apparent, or she knew what that long pause before you spoke came to mean.
>Whichever it was, Octavia's smile began to fade away as your response lingered in your throat.
>She kept a calm expression, but her eyes betrayed the heartbreak she expected from your next few words.
"I'm sorry, I should have told you this before. So much was already piled onto you already though, I just left it."
>"Tell me what, Anon?"
>"You, well you can't be seen by anybody. Except me. Otherwise..."
>"Otherwise what?"
>Octavia's voice was a mirror of her expression, disappointed.
"Otherwise you'll be 'taken away'. I don't know what that means, but it doesn't sound to great."
>Octavia looks away from you, her whole figure seeming to slump down as if it had given up the will to function properly.
>"Why?"
>There was a different tone in her voice now. Not one of sorrow, or confusion but of malice.
>"Why did that thing take me me here? Why this rule? Just, why Anon?"
>You stiffen at the question, the anger and desperation in her voice cutting into your very soul like a knife.
>She didn't know your involvement, and you knew she didn't expect an answer, but the silence only served to repeat her question over and over in your head.
"I don't know Octavia...I am so sorry."
>"It isn't your fault..."
>You couldn't look at her to see how she was reacting to the news, those words hurt more than any physical pain.
>It was a pain that paralyzed your very essence with it's intensity.
>You heard no sobs however, whether that was from adaptation to her situation or because she had no more tears to shed you did not know.

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Obzedat 02/04/14(Tue)04:07 UTC-5 No.16099479
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>>16099474
>A prodding on your arm causes you to turn and look into those large violet eyes.
>"Anon, could you play another song on that...that thing?"
>What thing? Your phone?
>"The song from last night. It was beautiful. It calmed me. I'd love to hear another."
>A smile paints the mare's face. It is light, but it is also genuine.
"Sure Octavia."
>You respond with a smile of your own, and she moves in closer to you as you reach for the phone laying on your nightstand.
"It's a phone, by the way."
>"What?"
"That 'thing' is called a phone. It does more than play music you know."
>As you hold up the square device and begin to explain it's utilities, Octavia's eye grow wide in wonderment.
"I'm surprised you haven't asked more questions."
>She gives you a shy smile, though her early frustration is still present in your features.
>"Well, there have been more pressing questions that needed answering. Now, how do you talk to people on this?"
>As you continued your explanations her questions only expanded.
>Soon you two weren't talking about just the inner workings of your cell phone, but the way technology worked as a whole.
>This pattern continued, and overtime you explained the basic functions of your world to the gray mare with a child like curiosity.
>Before you knew it, the sky had replaced it's hue of blue for an orange glow, and you and Octavia were enjoying another batch of tomato soup together.
>"Anon, you never did play me another song like I requested. That music was beautiful."
>You smiled, happy in the fact that her musical tastes were what you had perceived them to be.
>"I used to love listening to that style of music back home. I even played, you know?"
>You did know.
"Really? What was your instrument of choice?"

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Obzedat 02/04/14(Tue)04:08 UTC-5 No.16099490
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>>16099479
>"I played a cello Anon. The feeling you get, just letting the music overtake you. There is nothing like it."
>Her eyes close for a moment, and her lips form into a smile.
>Octavia's eyes open and focus on you with her smile intact, and you find yourself smiling back.
"Tell me more. We spent all day talking about how things work here."
>You approach her, sitting next to her before continuing your thought.
"I'd love to hear more about Octavia, the great musician!"
>A playful hint of sarcasm left your voice, arousing a smirk from the mare.
>"I wasn't THAT amazing Anon...but I was pretty bucking good."
>Her tone was laced with a layer of conceit, a hint of sarcasm attempting to masquerade it.
>You said nothing as she began to recount the tales and experiences associated with her line of work.
>She spoke with a fervor and passion as she described how great it felt to get lost on stage, and how it felt even better to be snapped back to reality by the applause of the crowd.
>It was something beautiful to watch, somebody who was so engrossed and satisfied with their profession.
>The dream of enjoying your profession was an idea you had relinquished long ago.
>Speaking of which, you had work tomorrow.
>Shit, you can't just leave Octavia here alone with no way to reach you.
>"Equestria to Anon?"
>You snap back to reality, Octavia's eyes showing slight disdain at the fact that you had been ignoring her.
>"Sorry, sorry! I was just thinking about something."
>You needed to figure this out, hopefully the news that she'll be left alone for most of the day won't be to much for Octavia to swallow.
>"Well, what were you thinking about?"
>Here goes nothing.
"I kind of won't be here for most of the day tomorrow...will you be alright?"
>That didn't sound good at all.
>It might have been your imagination, but you could swear that one those bright violet eyes began to twitch.