Post by joxis on Jun 24, 2016 22:57:16 GMT
Under normal conditions, Baldoire would not have stood a single second of conciousness while being aware that he is in direct contact with a respectable mass of liquid water surrounding him. These were normal conditions. "Rescue, rescue !" Was in fact the voice of an automatism. These were the words uttered by his mouth, all the while his brain was reminded that the reason he found water so repulsive was that it could terminate all and every of his life functions. He splashed pathetically for seven seconds, the exact time it took for his synapses to compute that termination of all life functions due to excess water could be shortened to "drowning". After that, he fainted, his light hoofball gear allowing him to float on his back for a while until a confused citizen, encouraged by the awkward coughs of other citizens, picked him up and brought him to safety.
After several hours, he awoke. At his bedside was not an innocent young mare who would accompany him on his journey like any minor character was supposed to, but the beeping of medical equipment from a far from epic hospital room. Baldoire tried to keep it all together. Why was he there ? What did he do ? Where was Purples ?
... Purples.
"A HORSE !" He promptly declared, falling head first from his head but picking himself up instantly. "MY KINGDOM FOR A HORSE TO COME THIS INSTANT AND LEAD ME TO THE SEWAGE COMPLEX !"
It didn't take long for a team of doctors and nurses in white lab coats to burst into the room, hooves full of painkiller filled syringes. Shouting reassuring words to make sure Baldoire doesn't get up until complete recovery, they all accidentally sedated him in his titanium solid head, negating the calming effect of the drug. In fact, quite the opposite of what the doctors wanted happened, for out of pure adrenaline, the grey maned Earth pony stylishly broke the only window to his room and made a mad dash for the sewers, of which the location he remembered exactly.
Also in the few seconds that this serie of actions occured, he had strapped an old doctor to his back with severed straitjacket bandages. You know. To patch Performance Major up once he got to him. "PURPLES !" He indiscreetly shouted to the entire town. At noon. "THINE INTELLECTUAL GUIDE AND MORAL COMPASS HAS NOT ABANDONED YOU, PURPLES ! I WILL BRAVE THIS VENERABLE SURGEON BATTERING MY BACK AND THE VERY DISTRACTING BEEPING SOUND OF THE PACKAGE STRAPPED TO MY SIDE THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE A BOMB TO RESCUE THEE !"
5.26 seconds later, he stood before the entrance of the nobles' house. Four hours until the opening ceremony to the great hoofball game. Four hours to find Purples. Patch him up. And go stand in the middle of the hoofball stadium with the beeping package - very important - for some reason.
After several hours, he awoke. At his bedside was not an innocent young mare who would accompany him on his journey like any minor character was supposed to, but the beeping of medical equipment from a far from epic hospital room. Baldoire tried to keep it all together. Why was he there ? What did he do ? Where was Purples ?
... Purples.
"A HORSE !" He promptly declared, falling head first from his head but picking himself up instantly. "MY KINGDOM FOR A HORSE TO COME THIS INSTANT AND LEAD ME TO THE SEWAGE COMPLEX !"
It didn't take long for a team of doctors and nurses in white lab coats to burst into the room, hooves full of painkiller filled syringes. Shouting reassuring words to make sure Baldoire doesn't get up until complete recovery, they all accidentally sedated him in his titanium solid head, negating the calming effect of the drug. In fact, quite the opposite of what the doctors wanted happened, for out of pure adrenaline, the grey maned Earth pony stylishly broke the only window to his room and made a mad dash for the sewers, of which the location he remembered exactly.
Also in the few seconds that this serie of actions occured, he had strapped an old doctor to his back with severed straitjacket bandages. You know. To patch Performance Major up once he got to him. "PURPLES !" He indiscreetly shouted to the entire town. At noon. "THINE INTELLECTUAL GUIDE AND MORAL COMPASS HAS NOT ABANDONED YOU, PURPLES ! I WILL BRAVE THIS VENERABLE SURGEON BATTERING MY BACK AND THE VERY DISTRACTING BEEPING SOUND OF THE PACKAGE STRAPPED TO MY SIDE THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE A BOMB TO RESCUE THEE !"
5.26 seconds later, he stood before the entrance of the nobles' house. Four hours until the opening ceremony to the great hoofball game. Four hours to find Purples. Patch him up. And go stand in the middle of the hoofball stadium with the beeping package - very important - for some reason.