User:Plane in the Desert

Basic Stuff:
Hi, I'm amber lily, and I'm a bit new to this place so I suppose I'll just start with a bit about myself.

Other than the ponies, I love Last Exile and Naruto. MLP helps balance out the bloodier and more depressing shows. It's a nice escape, to me. I suppose I'm fluttershy-ish, on the outside anyway. I'm like Pinkie on the inside--- after you break my shell, anyway--- since I won't stop talking!

This is the theme from Last Exile, I know it starts out sort of strange, but give it a shot, it's an awesome song.

I'm still struggling with willpower, which is probably one of the things I'm most into researching. Or simply viewing in the natural world. It's such an amazing thing... though not more powerful than the magic of friendship!

Here's my PPT. I'm most like AJ and Flutters, which I suppose adds up :)

Here is my OC, Cerulean Streak, redux:





A bit more for you to go on....
I like to philosophize. Sort of.

I like to write, a lot. If you want, I'll make a short story for your OC. Just leave a message on my talk page and I'll make one for you soon :) 'Course, if you don't like it, that's fine too. It's hard not to "Mary-sue" a character, and I tend to stray into it. But really, if you want, I'll do it :)

I like to draw, I have a few drawings of Fluttershy in her Anthro-form that are acceptable, I suppose. Nothing compared to some of the fan art I've seen on deviantart and just by putting "fluttershy" in the search bar. Not too good at drawing OCs, but if you want I'll draw a human version (in manga-form. I can do realisitic but it'll take me longer).

Chapter 1:
It was a dark and relatively humid night. A horrid night to be in a pair of stuffy black slacks and a suffocating sleek black jacket.

"Why do I have to dress formal???" Agent Double-0-Dash asked herself...

Or so it seemed...

"Because it's FORMAL, double-oh-Dash. You ain't gonna get farther than the front door of that stuffy thing without a pair of those things." A.J. Burn said into her phone.

Her accented voice came through loud and annoying through Dash's earpiece, and she wished it had a volume adjuster.

"Aaaagh, but if I get stuck between a hoof and a hard place it won't turn out pretty, Miss Burns."

A.J. slammed her hoof onto the table. "Look, Double-oh, you were askin' for this mission till you plain busted my eardrums. Are you goin' back on your word?"

Dash sighed and picked at her clothes. At least it wasn't a---

Suddenly a star-studded carriage pulled up outside the door. Someone bumped her side and Dash stiffened and turned automatically, only to find a bell-hop motioning for her to open the door. Dash sighed again (mentally, this time) as she remembered she was still a helper around the mansion for tonight... that was her cover.

She trotted over and opened the door.

She would've been blinded if it wasn't for her light-adjusting goggles (which looked like just a thick pair of glasses which made her look totally nerdy).

A pony with a probably 20 carat dress and enough make-up to cover the whole crew of the Spy Cave was standing before her. Her mane was amethyst-purple with delicate shading that reminded her of that same gem. Her icy-blue eyes glimmered against a snow-white coat. "Well?"

Dash blinked, then helped her down from the carriage. The pony tossed her a gem in recompense. It seemed to be worth good bits, but it was a rock compared to the amethyst-maned pony.

She didn't care about looks at all, but the pony commanded attention.

"Yo, Double-oh!"

Dash snapped back to the spittting and scratchy earpiece.

"What?" She muttered, low enough so the photographers that were probably blinding all the other bell-hops and the fabulous pony wouldn't hear her.

"Who just came in?"

Dash looked down at her watch, which scanned the glimmering pony and gave her a match. "Rori DiRare."

"The millionaire?"

"Who else?"

"Ah' think that's our culprit!"

Chapter two:
"What?"

"That's the pony who's been running this whole scheme!"

Dash looked back from her watch to the glimmering pony who was posing like a model. "Doesn't seem... exactly... scheme-worthy...."

"Quiet, Double-oh! Follow 'er!"

Another mental-sigh later, followed by a hasty excuse to the bell-hops, and an actual bathroom break afterwards, Dash was standing in the foyer of the building, watching everyone who came in.

"Any of 'er associates come by yet?"

Around ten flashing images went across her watch, depicting various ponies that she would have no trouble recognizing in the crowd... if they were there!

"Nope. None."

"Excuse me, Miss?"

Dash placed a hoof over her watch and swiveled around.

A bellhop who had caramel-colored spiked hair and blue eyes faced her. "We're just about to serve tea and coffee, and we're short of servers. Would you mind helping with the kitchen?"

In her ear, A.J. stopped yaking about the details of the mission (for the hundreth time) and said.. "You ain't got any choice, Double-oh. Can't draw attention to yerself by refus'n."

So, that's how Dash ended up in a (very stained and slightly worn) apron (that was probably used as a mop before they gave it to her).

Not that she minded all this, she'd worn muddier and more worn clothes before, but she was getting used to her trim tux and this was not part of the plan.

"Walk around with this..." The server said, handing her a (sort-of) ornate black tray with a milk jug, coffee jug, and several mini-sized cups, "...And once you finish that round, I'll give you a tray with the tea."

Then she was turned around and thrown through a pair of doors into a crowd.

From her spy training, she already had lightning-fast reflexes and sharp vision, but she still had to move so she wouldn't (a): be trampled (b): spill the coffee, or (c): spill the coffee on someone important. She swished through the crowd, pouring cute cups of coffee to thirsty passerby. Soon enough, her tray was empty of cups and so was her jug of milk and jug of coffee. She was on her way back to the kitchen when she heard A.J.'s voice through her earpiece.

"Double-oh, ya'll still okay?"

"Still o---"

Dash swiveled and barely landed on her hooves as she faced a twirling pony. Pink to the core, with a pink dress and pink hair, she had sky-blue eyes that danced like her curly hair. "Hey, watch---"

"DASH!!!!!!" A.J. hollered.

"---I meaaan, sorry, my fault!" I hung my head (in not real) shame.

The twirling pony didn't stop smiling. "Nah, that's my fault. Any coffee left?"

I looked back at the tray only to remember I checked earlier. A.J. was yelling at me through the earpiece and now I seriously wished there was a volume adjuster.

"Nope, just ran out. Sorry!" I nervously laughed.

"That's 'k. I'm Paulina Pink! The owner of 'Pink, Party, and Play'!"

"That's nice...?---" Personally, to Dash, the shop was too pink and not enough party---

"---And it is!" P.P. said, happily grinning. "I have this new line coming up and I'm spreading the word...!"

A.J.'s voice cut in through the mic, and Dash tried to focus on both the speakers...

"Rainbow Double-Oh Dash, that was by a landslide, the---"

"---And it's like focused on the nine-and-quarter-inch cadotrioptic telescopes---"

"And I cannnot beliveve you would actually go out of your character DURING the mission!? What were you---"

"---Wearing the pinkest stuff around really makes you stand out, I TOTALLY love your pink highlights---"

"Oh yes, because when you talk, talk, talk all the time to get a---"

"And I LOVE the RED!"

"---mission, you tend to become a little---"

"You know, it's been REALLY nice talking to you, but I have GOT to go, my associates are waiting for me!" Paulina Pink strode off in the crowd, but I could see the pink taffetta dress from miles away.

"Do you HEAR me, Double wait, did that pony just say my associates are waiting for me?!"

Chapter 3: Rori DiRare
They were riding in style. Comfy carriage, beautiful, carved windows, and Rori DiRare in a stunning dress. The only problem?--- it was humid.

She HATED humidity. She brought five hand fans to make sure her hair wouldn't be frizzy. That would be horrid. After all that time it took to curl it precisely and all... she sighed and pinned a few more jewels onto her hair. Her agent, M.R. Trix, looked at her with a furrowed brow. "Do you think it's wise going to the ball? I mean, it might end badly....."

Rori waved a hoof at her, as if waving away the thought. "No, M.R. We must go through with this! We must, we must, we musssssst!!!!"

Trix continued to look suspicious of the plan, wringing her hooves.

Rori sighed through her nostrils. "Stop all that, M.R.! You're giving me your nervous energy in the process! Being nervous never solved anything!"

Trix furrowed her brow further and was about to argue when the carriage stopped. Rori got up with a "hmph!" and her chin up high, then did a model-pose. "Chau, mes ami!" The door was opened by a rather stuffy bellhop with a washed out blue coat. But the pony did have gleaming magenta eyes that noted pretty much her every movement. Wisps of multi-colored hair stuck out from underneath the pony's cap.

Rori was becoming rather uncomfortable under the pony's sharp eyes, so she lost her patience and said, "Well?" Now, Rori wasn't a pony of many words. Except in the company of close friends, she had an annoying high-pitched, snarky, snotty voice that made most ponies not like her in an instant. The word cost her popularity, so she lowered her voice to almost a whisper.

The pony blinked, then helped her down awkwardly. She threw back her head and glanced at Trix one last time before the carriage slipped away... she could amost see "Good Luck" written on Trix's lips.

She sighed through her nostrils, and then stepped forward. Cameras flashed beautifully as she swished from side to side, capturing her every (graceful) movement. After around 100 pictures were taken, she went inside. Just before she got in, she thought she heard a carriage pull up.

No carriage was in sight, but she did spy that strange pony looking at her watch.... which had an image of her!

Chapter 4:
Wait, what!? She thought, then simply came to the logic that the pony was simply a fan of hers. She turned, struck one last gorgeous pose, and then trotted inside. Inside the foyer, Madame le Flash greeted her and they engaged in idle gossip.... But she kept remembering some sort of static-y sound when she was close to the pony...

"I've been hearing about an investor at the ball. Of course, I handle most of the invites, but a lot of ponies bring dates with them." Madame said.

Rori nodded, thinking of her last date, an interesting pony with spiky--- "And I think he's planning on investing in Pink, Party, Play..."

Her ears sprang up, then she toned down as she remembered. "Ah, so, is the owner of the company here?"

"Correct! Miss Pauline is quite a handful, but she always brings life to a party, don't you think?"

Rori nodded, flashing a smile. "Mmm, yes." Her mind was anything but concentrated on Madame le Flash. Her mind was on the eccentric Pauline Pink, and how to find her before the investor did. And to add to all that, there was a pony that resembled the one with the flashing watch swirling around the ballroom, barely managing not to spill her coffee tray. She waited for the familiar sound of a coffee cup breaking, only to find the pony dodging every supposed place she would slide too much to the left or jump too high to break one of the cups. Her mind tugged back at the Madame, and she zeroed back in on her conversation...

"So, yes, tell me, Rori, what you are interested about the line?"

Her voice came back to her throat and she answered, "Oh, I am so looking forward to her everything-sunset line... but, to tell the truth, Madame, I must be going, I have to go the ladies' room."

Madame nodded and smiled, and Rori slipped away, actually going to the ladies' room, an excuse that was actually true. She sighed at her reflection (beautiful as always) before noticing a smear of something black on the side of the sink. Now, if she knew Madame, the bathrooms were so spotless that they looked like a painting. The smear was like a sore thumb. It sparkled strangely, reflecting greennishly in the light. She tilted her head a little, and sniffed...

Smells kind of like eyeliner... she thought, before hearing a crash. She leaped outside and saw that.... that Paulina Pink!!!

She gasped (internally) and silently watched from the sidelines. The party went on as if nothing happened, it was only a minor crash.

Apparently Paulina was twirling and she bumped into a bell-hop.

"Hey, watch---" The bellhop started, before going red and saying, "I meeeaaan, sorry my fault!"

"Nah, that's my fault. Any coffee left?" Paulina asked.

"Nope, just ran out. Sorry!" The blushing blue pony said--- blue? It was that same bellhop from before, wasn't it? Rori thought, and confirmed it with the watch on the pony's right hoof and the wisps of multi-colored hair peeking out of her cap.

"That's 'k. I'm Paulina Pink, the owner of..."

Pink, Party, and Play... Rori thought.

"That's nice...?---" The pony said. Personally, Rori thought it was too party and not enough pink.

"---And it is! I have this new line coming up, and I'm spreading the word!"

Suddenly Rori detected the same static-y sound. Now, there were many ponies around that couldn't hear the difference between "yes" and "no" but she was an expert violinist, and she could detect a slight pattern.... someone was speaking...

"And it's focused on the nine-and quarter inch cadotrioptic telescopes....!"

She began to tune Pauline out, trying to focus on the words in the static.

"By a landslide... out of... during... talk, talk, talk.... a little... do you hear me?!"

I mumbled, "Yes I can hear you..." And two ponies turned around to see why I said that. I flashed a nervous smile and tuned back in.

"Wait, did... just say... associates... for me!?" The static said.

Associates!!!

Chapter five:
Contrary to popular belief, Paulina's real name was not Paulina, but Diane. Oh yes, Die-in. Like, "I'm "dyin" over here". Oh yes.

Or if you're a partially crazed pony-goat who constantly charges into battle, "DIE, ANN!!!"

Now, Die-Ann wasn't exactly the worst name she could have. It didn't not match her personality, it was neutral, but there were SO many better options to fit her personality. Like Paulina, which seemed to resonate with images of flowers and pinkness and dancing shoes, for some reason...

Either way, as soon as she left her father's rock farm, she shook off "Diane Pink" and assumed the role of "Paulina Pink.... the owner of Pink, Party, and Play!"

She had started a life for herself, and now it was beginning to bite her in her back. She sighed, her hair turning the slightest bit less poofy.

"Are you alright, P.?"

"Yes." Only she wasn't. She really wasn't. As her hair blew by in the wind, she leaned back the slightest bit to look at the stars. There weren't any in the city, but nearing the mansion, the city lights dozens of miles behind them, you could see the strange patterns in the night sky.

She took a train from the city to the outskirts, then was riding on a motorcycle behind a close friend, a pony with rather curly hair.

"Thanks again for bringing me, Cheeze."

"No problem P. So, you going to stay out here in the suburbs for a while?"

"Possibly."

Cheeze chuckled. "Ah, Pinks, normally you're a bit more energetic. 'Specially when you're going to a party this important."

Paulina tensed. "W-what?"

"I heard there were some really high-class and tough ponies there. Hope you don't mix with any of the shady ones, Pinks. I know you tend to give the benefit of the doubt a bit too often."

She gulped. "Um, Cheeze---"

"Just be careful, for me." He said that rather nonchanlantly, but there was an edge of stiffness in his voice.

Paulina's mind went into even further turmoil. She was about to say something, but right then the motorcycle pulled up outside the mansion. "See ya Pinks!"

"See ya... Cheeze..." Cheeze began to go off, and Pinky felt even worse as she felt the words in her mouth that she didn't say. A bellhop patted her shoulder, and she turned around and faced the music.

Chapter 6:
The bellhop had a nice watch on his hoof, she noted.

He bowed his head and led her inside the palace, but she didn't like the feel of his rough horseshoes.

The music blasted her as she went in and she revved up. Even if she was feeling a tad sad, this was waaaaay too good a party to be bummed at.

So, here's my favorites of the Mane Six, in order:
1st: Flutters

2nd: Rarity

3rd: Twilight

4th: RD (after Trade Ya, I couldn't resist loving her. Dashie and Flutters are so cute!!!!)

5th: Pinks

6th: AJ

Here's my favorite princesses:FANMADE_All_four_Alicorn_Princesses.jpg
1st: Twilight

2nd: Luna

3rd: Celestia

4th: Cadence

Favorite background pony:
Twinkleshine

Favorite songs of the Mane Six:
Flutters: Music in the Treetops

Pinks: Smile Song

AJ: Applejack's part of "True True Friend"

Twilight: "I've Got to Find a Way."

Rainbow: Her part of "At the Gala"

Rarity: "Becoming Popular"

Favorite location in the show:


1st: Twilight's apartment in Canterlot

2nd: Golden Oaks

3rd: Sugarcube Corner

4th: Rainbow's house

5th: Fluttershy's Cottage

6th: Sweet Apple Acres

Favorite reformed villain:
Definitely Discord. I mean, seriously, he's so cute with Fluttershy. (followed by a fan-girl squeal)



Favorite Quotes/Lessons from each of the Mane Six:
"...if you take your time to do things the right way, your results will speak for themselves... :)" -AJ

"...always expect the best from your friends and never the worst :)" - Twilight

"...If you hold your head high, do your best, and believe in yourself, and anything can happen :)" - Flutters

"...Friends will give you lots of opportunities to have fun, even if you're missing out :)" - Pinkie

"...A certain kind of spirit, a stick-to-it-iveness--- that's the mark of a real winner :)" -RD "...You're the product of your friends and family, and that's something always to be proud of :)" - Rarity

And I love the rainbow-glow thing.