Post by waxworks on May 6, 2013 5:30:21 GMT
"I can't believe I never thought of this before!" Said Waxworks, giddily pronking along after her friend, the two of them on a set course to the Ponyville Library. The waxy white earth pony was feeling extremely anxious, as an entirely new avenue of fright and fear had seemed to have just unfurled itself in front of her.
The purple unicorn walking alongside her shook her head, and paused for a moment to bang out a series of gestures, which said in essence, "I can't believe you of all ponies never researched. That museum of yours is pretty much one big tribute to pony legend."
Waxy paused in her bouncing for a moment to keep her eyes on the gestures until she'd gotten the gist of it, then continued bouncing along, "oh, nonono-no-no, see all of that's based on second-hoof stories everypony tells me! A lot of it is from memory of scary stories around campfires when I was just a little filly! Those stories about Olden Pony and the Headless Horse were from before I'd even gotten my Cutie Mark! But researching more scary stories will be a great way to add to the House of Wax!"
Mannequin Grace nodded to her eager friend. Her motivations were quite similar, and this is possibly why she got along with Waxworks so well, they were both showponies. True, Waxy's shows tended to involve racing at the audience screaming, brandishing a chainsaw, but in the end it was all a show meant to garner some kind of effect. While Grace's show didn't usually bring in the audience as much as Waxy's did, they were both putting on a show, usually running off some sort of script. She'd taught Waxy about timing, pacing, and a few theatrical tricks, while Waxy had taught her all about building tension, dread, fear, etc. Before she met Waxworks she was unaware that it was possible to have something be dreadful without being frightening.
And now here she was, getting ready for something scary herself, she needed villainy. Her current plays were popular enough for the general audience, she certainly wasn't going hungry despite her thin appearance, but she was craving a bigger, flashier show. She'd been in the business long enough to know that while heroic ponies in the show took center stage, they were always measured up against the villains they'd faced, and her recent fare hadn't been all that threatening. Jenkins played the last one for crying out loud. But she was going to dig into all the literature she could find, and get herself something that would electrify the audiences.
"I can't believe I'm spending the day in a library," came a grumpy voice from her back, a small wooden dragon reclining against her neck. "Can't you just, I dunno, be creative at home?"
Grace shifted her shoulders a bit, letting Stump thud to the ground, as she nosed the door of the library open.
The purple unicorn walking alongside her shook her head, and paused for a moment to bang out a series of gestures, which said in essence, "I can't believe you of all ponies never researched. That museum of yours is pretty much one big tribute to pony legend."
Waxy paused in her bouncing for a moment to keep her eyes on the gestures until she'd gotten the gist of it, then continued bouncing along, "oh, nonono-no-no, see all of that's based on second-hoof stories everypony tells me! A lot of it is from memory of scary stories around campfires when I was just a little filly! Those stories about Olden Pony and the Headless Horse were from before I'd even gotten my Cutie Mark! But researching more scary stories will be a great way to add to the House of Wax!"
Mannequin Grace nodded to her eager friend. Her motivations were quite similar, and this is possibly why she got along with Waxworks so well, they were both showponies. True, Waxy's shows tended to involve racing at the audience screaming, brandishing a chainsaw, but in the end it was all a show meant to garner some kind of effect. While Grace's show didn't usually bring in the audience as much as Waxy's did, they were both putting on a show, usually running off some sort of script. She'd taught Waxy about timing, pacing, and a few theatrical tricks, while Waxy had taught her all about building tension, dread, fear, etc. Before she met Waxworks she was unaware that it was possible to have something be dreadful without being frightening.
And now here she was, getting ready for something scary herself, she needed villainy. Her current plays were popular enough for the general audience, she certainly wasn't going hungry despite her thin appearance, but she was craving a bigger, flashier show. She'd been in the business long enough to know that while heroic ponies in the show took center stage, they were always measured up against the villains they'd faced, and her recent fare hadn't been all that threatening. Jenkins played the last one for crying out loud. But she was going to dig into all the literature she could find, and get herself something that would electrify the audiences.
"I can't believe I'm spending the day in a library," came a grumpy voice from her back, a small wooden dragon reclining against her neck. "Can't you just, I dunno, be creative at home?"
Grace shifted her shoulders a bit, letting Stump thud to the ground, as she nosed the door of the library open.