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R.I.P. Three Amigos (+ chip) --- If you need to reach me, feel free to message this account or @reply to it, as it is linked to my email. For all other concerns, I can be reached at (Please add 'from RDNRP' in the subject line).

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  1. # That's it. I'm done. This is account 34. (Haha, 34. Yeah, I know.) Aswell as the fourth pony to join the original RP (After Puck, Chip the Third, and Roseluck) signing off for the last time. Have fun. *Sits back to watch a nova, blowing cigar smoke infront of him* @lightningcrash @darkcore @princessluna @fialvert . You have the kill order under the TOS of RDNRP to delete @Atticus , @trance , @lotus , @julius , and @pipsqueak . Game over.

    Thursday, 12-Apr-12 01:44:51 UTC from web in context
  2. Atticus is at a dusty bar, sipping some stout. It didn't matter which bar or stout, he was there. Just like the Rare Ould Times.

    Wednesday, 21-Mar-12 02:01:14 UTC from web
  3. @frostbitepuck # Oh, for 'il times sake. # It just so happens that one of the original three amigos is wandering by.

    Tuesday, 20-Mar-12 02:42:52 UTC from web in context
  4. If there ever was a time to show up, now'd be it. G.A.Lepid, (The alias he had entered by) slowly exited the vacinity of the ended procession. When he reasonably determined that the coast was clear, he let down his mane, removed his glasses, and redonned his ageless butterscotch hat. He made for the streets of Canterlot, whistling a merry Shire's tune. He reflected on the ceremony with a pang of pride. While he had watched, he had almost burst with congradulatory joy. For once, it seemed, his good intention had not backfired (as per usual), and he believed that maybe, just maybe, he had inspired some wisdom in the new squire. He turned a sharp corner, and made for home.

    Thursday, 15-Mar-12 04:02:30 UTC from web
  5. # Heads up ponies, Slice of Life RP can be done at: .

    Tuesday, 06-Mar-12 21:38:39 UTC from web in context
  6. @cabal # | Spelling error due to autocorrect. Young-lashed = tonuge lashed , commuter = committed

    Monday, 05-Mar-12 03:38:46 UTC from web
  7. @cabal # Late reply. The problem I encountered was disenfranchisement from the moderators and their circle. Many ponies seemed to believe they were the highest authority in the way the site operated, it's canon, and the acceptability of character's action. Despite not having the owners/operators permission. Additionally, the double standards preptuated by certian moderators. Some users were young-lashed for having a new idea, while others (who commuter obvious violations of the rules) were given a slap on the wrist.

    Monday, 05-Mar-12 03:36:46 UTC from web
  8. # | With a grin, Atticus ripped of his reading glasses (an unfortunate side-effect of age and stress). He set down the newspaper. It was nothing he liked to particularly read anyways, the headlines were usually the same. But that didn't matter, because his waffles were done. And nothing put a mind at ease than fresh waffles with syrup, followed by a day of learning the classic 'hustle'. Sometimes , the stallion wished he'd been born in the disco era. But as he sat down and poured syrup on (liberally), he didn't worry about the continued chaos in the world around him. There was little things to be enjoyed; a small town nearby to visit with anonymity, disco music, Flogging Filly concerts, a foal just learning to walk and talk, hot waffles, cold ice-cream, spa visits, the occasional report from @TRANCE (which was more comedic than informative), and the peace of mind know that he wasn't constantly risking his flanks.

    Friday, 02-Mar-12 17:54:13 UTC from web
  9. Far, far away. In a distant land. And by distant land, I meant Canterlot, but considering the culture differences, it might as well be a different land. Back to the point. Our hero, Atticus Lepidus, cracked open a beer and reclined on his couch. His room was dark, the blinds drawn, the doors locked, the lights off. No, my good friends, he was not paranoid. But rather, he was creating the perfect atmosphere. For on his television was his new favorite; "The Trotting Dead". He relaxed, sipping his dark stout. With Julius in bed, and four episodes of the show on, he didn't have a care in the world.

    Tuesday, 21-Feb-12 02:32:15 UTC from web in context
  10. # | Atticus pulled his hat down. The last thing he wanted to do was be spotted by anypony he used to know. He strolled quickly; quietly. With a quick glance around he dropped a few cards into a postal box. One for his sweet-heart, @kim , whom was out of town. And one for @frostflow , that specific one read: "Because I felt like it." He walked back to his apartment, thankfully, neither of those letters had return addresses.

    Wednesday, 15-Feb-12 00:31:48 UTC from web
  11. Atticus stepped outside. His first months in Canterlot had been hectic; Looking in on political figures, going to functions, dealing with snobs. But it was nothing he hadn't handled before. As the winter air brushed across his coat, he took a long draw of breath. There was something in the anonymity of living out of ponyville, and he seldom went to the castle anymore. There was no point and nopony to visit. His job was a father. There was no need to go stirring up the ghosts of the past. No need to bring those hauntings home.-- After a few moments, he stepped inside his small apartment, where a friendly foal's face was was waiting for him to tell another story of the rare old times..

    Sunday, 12-Feb-12 16:24:56 UTC from web in context
  12. Atticus poked young Julius. The foal had fallen asleep on his back. The foal yawned, blinking awake with a squeak. He gave a smile at the little white creature, before turning to @kim . "I-I think it's time to go. I'll send some ponies to put cloths over the furniture. We'll come back in'tha summer. " He sighed, "Sorry I'm pushin' this on you. But It's for'tha best...for all of us." He raised his head, "I mean- there could be'a new life waitin' for us." He took a determined step forward, steping out of the door. "-and they'll hopefully finally be able to put that Frost and Atticus joke to rest." A grin crawled across his face as he made for the train station, "This isn't a farewell, @kim , I promise." !ycts # Alrighty ^^. This account (as well as @lotus, @pipsqueak , and @julius ) are now on temporary hiatus. Keep an eye out for @TRANCE or if you need him, Atticus can be found in Canterlot upon request. Auf Wehderhoren.

    Tuesday, 17-Jan-12 03:49:06 UTC from web
  13. @kim Atticus nodded, "I know it feels like we're pulling up roots. But it's something I gotta do. Once things settle down, we'll be back...okay?"

    Tuesday, 17-Jan-12 03:21:47 UTC from web in context
  14. @kim "We'll visit. And we won't be far away. I got a small nest-egg in Canterlot. I used'ta train-ride there everyday for work."

    Tuesday, 17-Jan-12 03:09:39 UTC from web in context
  15. @kim Atticus looked at his hooves, "I know...but there's been a lot of stress... and I just want your support."

    Tuesday, 17-Jan-12 03:06:09 UTC from web in context
  16. @kim "Moving away, just until Julius is raised, or until this town settles down?"

    Tuesday, 17-Jan-12 02:59:53 UTC from web in context
  17. @kim "I-uh-I." He took a breath, "I wanted to know if you wanted to leave for'a bit. Fresh faces, fresh air...?"

    Tuesday, 17-Jan-12 02:57:37 UTC from web in context
  18. @kim Atticus dipped his head, "It's good'ta see you, Kim." Julius squeaked excitedly, obviously. "I-uh- wanted to ask you somethin'." He couldn't really find the courage to look her in the eye.

    Tuesday, 17-Jan-12 02:51:20 UTC from web in context
  19. Atticus sighed, picked up @julius and placing him on his back. He waited by the door for @kim .

    Tuesday, 17-Jan-12 02:47:15 UTC from web in context
  20. @marshall # When you get the chance, look up "Dduatta" by the Witches. It's fantastic.

    Monday, 16-Jan-12 04:34:11 UTC from web in context
  21. @marshall # *Waves like a boss*

    Monday, 16-Jan-12 04:31:47 UTC from web in context
  22. Atticus opened the door to his home with a sigh of relief. He proceeded to pick up young @Julius out of his crib. He squeaked a questioning bit, before he was carried over to his father's bed. Atticus laid on his back, keeping the foal in his forehooves. Since Kim was on tour, he needed a little bit of warmth. Celestia knows everypony needs a bit of warmth.

    Monday, 16-Jan-12 03:53:51 UTC from web
  23. Atticus turned for the road home. He'd spent nearly a year in Ponyville. His father had lived here, he'd fallen in love there, twice. He'd found friends, comrades, sired a child, made money. He'd done it all. But as he approached the town, he stopped, shivering. He couldn't think of a reason to stay. When was the last time he had so much as talked to a 'friend'? If he disappeared right now, nopony would notice- and that's how he liked it. Like a candle, without any other light, there'd be no way to see the smoke left behind. He took a tentative step forward; if he had no reason to stay, but all the reasons to go. Then why the hell not?

    Monday, 16-Jan-12 02:58:00 UTC from web
  24. # @ramirez Yo dog, put that on 'yo DA!

    Monday, 16-Jan-12 02:37:22 UTC from web in context
  25. # While I'm thinking about it: !YCTS :

    Monday, 16-Jan-12 02:36:03 UTC from web
  26. Atticus wandered around Canterlot. An old friend was watching over young Julius, giving Atticus some free time. He had decided to drift through the city, this was the first time he'd been out of Ponyville for the past months. A few fat, stubborn flakes of snow drifted through the air, getting kicked up by his breath. He walked in the middle of the road, and at this time of night, no Canterlot nobles would run into him. Only a seldom worker occasionally crossed his path. He continued to drift, street to street, road to road; whatever path appealed to him. There was no place to go, but no reason to stick around.

    Monday, 16-Jan-12 02:26:40 UTC from web
  27. Atticus gave a final wipe to his old Gladius; his choice cutting device. It was an antique of the rare old times: Of a stubborn resistance against an impossible enemy; His comrades, old loves, old memories. It glistened a silver sheik from the moon light that found it's way in. When he dared a glance at the window, none of it seemed the same. He was no-longer a soldier, or a guard, or a fighter. He had retired those titles long ago for the more-down-to earth one; a father. But as he sheathed his near-mythical weapon, his hooves didn't glide him over to his child's crib like they normally did. But to a drawer filled with old relics: photographs, armor, a small banner of the !VLR . He quietly examined the pieces, unable to find the courage to disturb them. Until a thought struck his head, and which his voice manifested without his consent: "How long can'a pony dwell in the past?"

    Sunday, 15-Jan-12 05:20:23 UTC from web in context
  28. Atticus slowly bopped the nose of his son, @julius . He'd enjoyed the past week mostly indoors. Dear Celestia, why was he still in this town?

    Wednesday, 11-Jan-12 21:37:35 UTC from web in context
  29. @frostflow # About 14 minutes.

    Wednesday, 11-Jan-12 01:45:41 UTC from web in context
  30. @frostflow # I can give you intstructions, it'll involve a lot of time to do your homework.

    Sunday, 08-Jan-12 19:33:14 UTC from web in context