Rust would groan as he heard cheering, the festival, whoopie. He got up, he couldn't go to sleep, so he might as well do something else. he poured himself a glass of milk and grabbed a plate of cookies out of the fridge. Sitting on the porch on a rocking bench, Rust lived on a very thick cliff. He had a good view of the fireworks, and he began to take a bite of a cookie, awaiting for the show to start.
Rosy began to walk down the same path Rust had trotted down a few hours prior, heading towards the festival. She passed several houses on the way, including one with a pony rocking on a bench.
Rust saw the mare walk pass by, it was the same one form earlier. He didn't stop her at all, and he looked at a pocket watch, "Five minutes," He said lowly to himself.
Rosy finally arrived at the festival, and she looked around with large eyes. This event was always breathtaking to her, and she allowed herself with childish glee. The bright lights, and the dancing acrobats made her almost jump in excitement, but she controlled herself. Glee was fine; jumping was not.
Rust got up, seeing he had no choice in the matter, his curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to see what was so special down in that canyon. Putting the food away, he drank the glass of milk and washed it down with water. He brushed his teeth and made sure he at least looked decent. He walked off unto a path that lead the festivities, two miles worth of nothing but activities and anything of that shenanigans. - - Auto Merge - - (Hey, if you do not want to do this anymore I understand.)
Rosy was unsure of what to explore first, so she stood off to the shadows, watching with wide eyes. After a couple minutes, a strong hoof came from behind her, and pressed to her mouth. She shrieked, but it was muffled. "Enjoying the festivities, girlie?" asked a low, unfamiliar voice. (Might as well add some conflict, no?)
Walking into the festival, Rust thought that it was actually nice. He had nothing to do, but, when all and all is said, it has to be done. He began to feel some form of enlightenment, joy, was the word that was not used for it, but whatever. He walked until noticing the same mare before by just barely, and then pulled away. He swiftly rushed over there and saw what was going on then approached swiftly, "hey, let her go." He said in a deep, dark tone. This was the tone he used for work, and oh boy, when he yells at the co-workers for not doing their job, they get to it in fear.
The stallion sneered. "Yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?" asked the stallion, laughing gruffly. It was clear he had no idea who Rust was.
"Oh? What am I going to do? Put the mare down and come over here." He said with an evil expression, hell, he even had the evil demonic voice and the grin down as well, which took him years to perfect. Whoever this stallion was he had a lot of balls to commit anything in this down, even at a festival, and now Rust was getting more and more pissed about it. (Sorry for the language, but to be heist its just how I view it to be a little realistic and all. Damn, hell, and pissed are words I normally use, but in a different way.)
(Nah, you're good! ) "Why should I? You're going to let us back away." said the stallion. It was then that Rust noticed a glimmer of silver. The stallion had a knife on Rosy's throat.
"My dear friend, I never back away from a challenge," He said and in an instant, in one motion Rust had thrown a shurriken (A Ninja star or something along those lines) at the stallions throat, and even though it was dull, it caused him to loose his breath and gas for air. Rust would then rush up, grabbing a random lead pipe, and smashed it into the stallions face really hard, not enough to kill, but rather render him completely harmless.
Rosy fell off to the side when the star was thrown, and she watched in horror as Rust beat the stallion. When he was finished, Rosy backed up slightly in fear.
Throwing the pipe to the side, Rust would yell, "Hey! This man is raping me!!!" He then hurry to Rosy before the guards could arrive, "We should get gong, like now."
Rosy flinched in fear as Rust approached, but when the words reached her brain, she nodded. "Let's go." she said.
He looked to see if the coast was clear, and the crowds were large in the streets and paths of the canyon. Loud heavy hoof steps could be heard in the distance, getting nearer and nearer, Rust quickly grabbed the Rosy's hoof and took off into the crowd, blending in with the rest of it, he would lead her into an empty shop that was old. he wasn't going to do anything bad with her, just needed to put her in a safe place for now.
They entered the empty room, and Rosy let go of Rust's hoof. "Thank you, Mr. Rust." she said, her voice surprisingly strong. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," He said a bit coldly, looking out a window as the guards passed by, "You did nothing wrong at all, just someponies are that desperate to get so action." he referred to the stallion from earlier. Hopefully he was not dead, then again, Rust did not care.
"Still. I'm sorry you had to get involved." said Rosy, shaking her head. "Couldn't we have explained to the guards that it was self defense?"
"Yeah, but I've had a bad reputation getting into fights like that. They would love to throw me in jail if they ever got the chance." He explained. Although his good reputation made many ponies notice him a lot, his bad reputation counteracts that good.
