"I guess I should too..." Carmon walked off to find the mare who told them about the houses, her pace as if she didn't have a care in the world. She enjoyed looking at the poonies and buildings. ~ Kareena watched the bar, waiting for the stranger to come, she jumped from the roof and landed perfectly as dust surrounded her from the impact.
(6:47 P.M.- Ponyville Festival) Crowds and crowds of ponies filled the streets, celebrating the yearly festival and their recent freedom. Marcus made his way through the streets, marveling at the lights and activity booth, they even had Cherokee on a large stage. Marcus made his way to the bar, he had on his tight grey UNSC military shirt, along with black pants and some grey sports shoes that were given to him. Marcus entered the bar, and it was packed. He continued over to the bar tender who was clearly tired. As Marcus sat down the bar tender made his way over to him, "What will it be?" Marcus looked at the list of option's, "Apple Cider I guess."
Kareena seemed slightly crazy to herself and often spoke to herself in thought, 'I shall be fashionably late' she thought then paused. 'like hell I will.' She began walking towards the bar, hood up and bandana on. The assassin entered the bar and instantly saw Marcus, it wasn't that hard...
As Marcus continued to drink the cider, he noticed that the ponies in the bar with him were drunk. He didn't know why, was it the Cider? 'Surly they can't be drunk form the Cider." Marcus thought. 'Well, if you think about that, they are horses, why should you care? 'Because, I brought my own vodka.' "WHAT!? Dude, drink that with the Cider! It'll probably taste good' 'What do you think I'm about to do?' Marcus poured a little of his alcohol into the Cider and took a large sip, allowing it to burn his throat. 'You think she's coming?' 'To be honest, it's up to her.'
Kareena walked up to him and sat down, she pulled down the bandana and spoke simply. "Why did you want me here?" She demandingly asked, she didn't bother looking at him and looked straight forward.
"Because, I want to simply know how you got here," Marcus said as he took a drink, "And I also want to know where your from, just to get a good idea what you are."
"I don't remember how I got here, im also a semi-human. I was made by scientists like my parents..." Kareena said roughly. She pulled down her hood and revealed her dark brown hair that looked almost black and her strange eyes.
"How we would survive, they left us in the wilderness to die but kept watch on us. We eventually lived with my father making shelter, my mother cooking, and me hunting... The scientists got bored with us though... abandon us." Kareena looked at a large scar across her hand "The officers in a town that lived near us killed my parents so I killed them in return." She sighed, "I'm their creation and their my maker.. ive been abandon by my maker, doesn't that mean I'll go to hell?" She asked herself.
"No, it doesn't," Marcus said holding the glass of Cider, "How the Spartans were raised, or trained rather, was horrible. We were put through dangerous training simulations, ones that could kill us. When we would hit the age of fifteen, we would be put into heavy combat armor and fight captured terrorists who were completely insane. We were put through horrible surgeries, ones that were painful enough to wake even when they had put us to sleep with gas. There were thousands of us, but only two-hundred of us were left. And then there was the human-covenant war, I was the last spartan two, I embraced death. When I got an actual vacation time, thats when the whole Zaruenth thing happened. My brother raised an army, and called himself Zaruenth. The only reason he was able to have powers was because he sold his soul to satan in return wanted power. He defeated satan, and then I had to kill him."
"I don't know what to think of the world anymore." Kareena mumbled then smiled faintly. "Ive been here awhile now and still cant tell how these ponies get drunk on apple cider..." She looked around at the clumsy, intoxicated horses.
"I don't know either, I rind it amusing. But. Everywhere I go, it's nothing but war, and death," Marcus took a drink of his Cider and poured more vodka into it, "For years, I have fought for humanity, we won, but only because I killed my brother, and this is the first time I've ever been to a festival." Marcus looked at his glass, gripping it enough to break it. Marcus wasn't smiling, just simply smirking, "So, how old are you?"
"Seventeen" Kareena said simply and looked at him with an unamused face. "Anything else you want?" She asked, "Because I have all day" she said sarcasticly.
Kareena pulled her hood up. "Then why ask me to come here?" She stood up and looked over to see drunk ponies trying to play darts yet miss completely, she grabbed a dart and threw it at the board and hit in the bullseye.
Marcus grabbed five darts from a table, "Just to get to know you better, I would ask for your name, but on the other hand you lost interest." Without aiming, he threw the darts at the same time and had hit a bullseye.
"Kareena" Her words were straight forward as she was slightly surprised at his skill in darts. It was unusual for her to say her name to someone.
"Marcus Cline, Spartan Z97 at your service. I have been playing darts since I was seven, so nothings new about it." Marcus went to the back of the bar with a dart in his hand, "Alright fellas, you may wanna get out of the way." Marcus said aiming at the dart board.
"Lets see what you can do." Kareena said grinning as she watched with amusment, her eyes shining with joy. She hadn't been this happy since her parents died.
Marcus grinned, at one end of the bar he was aiming, at the other end was the board. He puled his arm back like he was going to throw a football. All of the drunken and un-drunken ponies sat and watched. Marcus built up "some" strength, and threw the dart. As he threw it, the bullseye on the board exploded and there was a large hole in the wall. Marcus walked up to the board and looked at it, "Bullseye." He just hoped that it wouldn't cost any money to repair the giant hole. The board was missing it's middle red dot, and as he sat it on the table, the ponies cheered happily and drunkenly, "And that ladies and gentleman and those of an unspecified gender, is how you split a banana."
