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Sundown Trail walked down the streets of Manehattan, the evening sun warming his face. He only recently arrived in town. The Royal Guard sent him down from Canterlot to assist with an investigation. Three ponies had gone missing, all on the same day. Manehattan PD suspected that their disappearances were related. And evidence had turned up showing that the missing ponies had the same interests and were active in the same social circles. Investigators had found no trace of the ponies, and local police were stumped as to where they could've gone. Local detectives had already searched the missing ponies' residences and found nothing, but Sundown had wanted to recheck them himself. It's good to be thorough, after all. The first two apartments he investigated didn't turn up anything unusual. But Sundown did find something interesting in the third residence: a cleverly hidden note in a book about the occult. It was a small piece of paper that had hastily drawn scrawls all over it. The penmanship was so bad that most of the writing was illegible, and readable parts were complete gibberish. But, the detective was able to extract two clues from the mysterious text: an address and a date. The date turned out to be the exact day when the three ponies went missing. The address? A rental property on Flathoof Avenue. Right now, Sundown was on his way to search that property. City records had shown that the building was a rental. And after a quick conversation and a badge flash from Sundown, the landlord happily gave him a set of keys to the place. The landlord was an older mare, courteous and kind, but she seemed to shrink back and clam up when Sundown asked about that particular address. She didn't say anything too concrete about it, but the detective got the feeling that she didn't like speaking about that specific building. She may have also muttered something about that place having "bad luck," but she refused to repeat herself when asked. Sundown stopped when he noticed the house number on the building he just passed. 1206. This is the place. He turned back to face the property. It stood out compared to the newer-looking buildings next to it. It was a thin two-story brick residence, built in an old style. Likely a remnant of Manehattan's older days. It looked aged and neglected like it hadn't had proper maintenance in some time. The lawn was overgrown, full of weeds. Vines and vegetation grew through the front steps. Cracks snaked their way through the visible parts of the foundation. The house almost seemed to be in shambles. Given the apparent condition of the building, Sundown was surprised that the city hadn't condemned it. Perhaps the interior was in better shape? These observations bounced through Sundown's head as he approached the front door. He pulled his copy of the key out of his saddlebag. Sundown stopped in front of the front door. He took a look back at the street. Only a couple of ponies were passing by on the sidewalk, paying no note to what the Areion detective was doing. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing seemed out of place. But, for some reason, Sundown was beginning to get a feeling of dread as he stood before the building. He couldn't put a hoof on it, but something felt wrong. Like if something unspeakable had happened within the house. The detective shook his head and took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He couldn't let his anxiety get in the way of an investigation. He had to find out what happened to those three ponies, and standing here doing nothing wasn't going to help. Well... Here goes nothing. Sundown thought to himself as he placed his hoof on the doorknob. He twisted the knob and pushed the door in...
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The tavern was quiet... well as quiet as a tavern ever got - there was still the sound of ponies talking, laughing, threatening each other, not to mention the radio playing quietly... but nothing too extreme was happening. The lights were fairly low to aid those who had already drank too much and the scent of tobacco perfumed the air, mixing with the scent of alchol to give the place a very... specific... smell. The door opened and three ponies entered, a pink mare, a blue stallion, and a white colt. The bartender looked up and frowned "Yer not welcome here, Shock..." "Oh is that any way to treat your best customer?" asked Shock "Not this time. Get you. After what happened before I dont ever want to see you here again" "Well that seems rather rude" said the mare "Your not flirting your way out of this, Rose, I want you three out. Now." At this point, another fibure rose rfom her seat nearby "ah think 'e said f' ya ta leave" said the blue grtiffen in the red captains coat "I advise you to not get involved, Pirate" commented the colt "This does not involve you, nor me, and I am staying out of it" "Logic dont phase me, kid" commented Harle "ah rather like this 'ere bar" she drew her trademark weapon and pointed it right at the colt's nose the colt did not blink Harle pulled the trigger and a red dot appeared on the colt's nose for a split-second He blinked a moment "was that supposed to do something?" She did it again. Now the turbines on the sides of the weapon were whirring "are you quite done?" he asked A third time The colt still did not react "if you wish to fight..." Harle flicked a switch and this time a bolt of lightning leapt forth from the weapon The colt did not flinch, instead Shock leapt forward and caught the lightning in one hoof and it traveled through his body and out the other one, right back at harle! The griffon was thrown across the bar, smashing into the shelves behind it, several large bottles falling and hitting her int he head, knocking her out cold. "That was unfortunate... it seems we're going to have to make an example of this place" commented the colt uncaringly. Shock grinned psychotically as his hooves sparked and Rose mirrored the grin as she pulled out a hoof-full of sand... though Star did not show any emotion at all.. ---------- Dawn was crawling over the horizon, as it slowly cast its light across the remains of the tavern - little more than chard remains and broken boards, though it seemed all the other customers and staff had escaped... Harle groaned... she wasn't dead, but she wished she was... her head was pounding and before she even knew where she was, she knew that was a bad sign and no doubt the guards would be after her at any minute... but before she could process that her head went limp again as she slipped back into unconsciousness... -
(featuring: Lightning Dust! In her first outing in the hero AU. Read her back story for info on where she is from and why!) -OS rebooted- -All systems online- -Enforcer states: Online- -Implants states: Online- -ERROR: failed to content to ECCM- -ERROR: failed to content to CCNW- -Offline mood engaged, follow standing directive- -Directive: content to ECCM, CCNW. Irrelevant to primary directive given.- -New directive: deploy the anchor at break. Unknown ware break is- -New directive: locate break, gather info to narrow search window.- Lightning Dust winched in pain for a moment as her eyes opened, the walls of text fading away from her field of view. She… Was crying? Was she? She was upset about something. Irrelevant. Looking around she started documenting the world around her. Green… Trees… blue sky. It was fit for life, just like she was told. Her home use to look like this in days long ago, forests use to be commonplace books say. She wondered why someone will care so much as to plant so many trees and water them. Seemed like a lot of work when you can just scrub the air faster and better than they can. Looking to the city before her she documented it as a small one, crude and on the dirt like old times. No flying transports or cargo ships can be seen, little to no industrial output can be seen. Waste of space and workers but a fine starting point for her work, leaving the smoking crater in the ground she takes to the skies. Up closer look the city was worthless. She was no city development team but the layout was bad, wasted space, useless buildings, useless intermixing of districts as ponies walked about wasting time. Ware are the overlords to keep the workers working? This world was going to be easy to take over and improve. But for now she must find more info about this world. Where to start? Scanning the streets below she spotted a pony in blue, he was enforcing some laws on some of the workers it seems. This world's Enforcers? Only one way to know. She dives down, slamming into the sidewalk it shatters under her legs as dust and concrete is kicked up. The cop did not even get time to understand what happened as she grabbed his head in her claws, forcing his muzzle shut as he flailed and did all he can to remove himself but it was too late, she already had him gravity locked to her claws. She looked over at the earth pony he was giving a ticket too. “I am Enforcer LDEL6370, I demanded to know where the ECO of this city is found.” She asked in a cold almost robotic tone as the cop let out muffled screams as dozens of small black tendrils forced their way inside his nose as as they emerged from around the base of her leg. “Unless you wish to have me remove what I want by force, it’s painful.” She added with without a hint of remorse as the cop flailed and shivered as if he was having a seizure as she started digging around his brain for useful info. He’d live, but he’d not be himself for weeks… Heroes? A wave of news, stories and everything this cop knew about them flooded in to her. This… This was fascinating. Far more than whatever the whimpering earth pony the cop was given a ticket to was saying to her. From what this cop knew they may be a danger to her and her the directive… -New directive: locate a “hero” and study for risk to directive- So she must. Dropping the cop in a heap she looked around the city and the onlookers as her wings opened up. “Thank you Officer Hot Coffee, you will be recommended for Enforcer training.” She says to the twitching and whimpering wreck of a cop as she took to the skies. She must find a hero and Skull Jack them, the risk they may give to her directive was far to great for her too not learn about them. Now… Where to find one.
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WEATHER PONIES LOST IN THE EYE OF STORM! WILL THE PRINCESS CRACK UNDER PRESSURE? UNICORN GIVES BIRTH TO SEA SERPENT! Did you know? Many ponies know that in ancient times, unicorns were tasked with the raising of the sun and with the raising of the moon and stars. But what you might not have known is that it is now impossible for a large group of modern-day unicorns to accomplish this monumental task! Some speculate that there has been a gradual decrease in the strength of a unicorn's power over time, or that Princess Celestia keeps tight reins on the sun since an inexperienced group of unicorns could make raising the sun a dangerous activity. But the truth might, in fact, be much more sinister than that. After all, if we didn't need the Princess to raise the sun and moon for us, what WOULD we need her for? MARE IN THE MOON SET TO BRING ETERNAL NIGHT! by Honeydew Today, everyone is gearing up to celebrate the 1000th annual Summer Sun Celebration, which sources say will be held tomorrow in small-town nowhere Ponyville. Since members of the press are kept on the sidelines during the celebration to "avoid distracting the Princess," and since the Saddle Arabia Diplomat Incident involving noodles and angry pegasus guards has barred this journalist from a select few special functions, there will be no members of The Daily Turnip present. But fear not, dear readers, one way or another, The Daily Turnip will get the whole scoop. And this writer has it on very good, very solid facts that the scoop tomorrow will be the biggest one yet! For tomorrow, an old pony's tale will come to life. Investigative reports written by the hard-working staff at The Daily Turnip have long held that old pony's tales either contain some truth or the whole truth. They are almost never made up. A Canterlot scholar on traditions and ancient history, requesting to remain anonymous, describes the "Mare in the Moon" tale as one of the most interesting anomalies in ancient literature. It has no known writer and was chronicled alongside important, actual historical events and observations on magical discoveries that we take for granted today. The Canterlot scholar refused to comment on what this might mean, but it's more than obvious that the "Mare in the Moon" could not possibly be just an "old pony's tale." This 1000th annual Summer Sun Celebration is the "longest day of the thousandth year" that the tale speaks of. The tale tells us that the stars will aid in the mare's escape and that she will bring about nighttime eternal. But how could this be? What's so special about the stars tomorrow? Chip Potter, expert and former astrologist, has been charting the stars most of his life. An exclusive interview revealed that Chip Potter has concerns about the potential for disaster tomorrow. According to him, Ursine Major and Ursa Major are lining up and the results may be cataclysmic enough to result in the birth of a new star. The stars of Orion's Saddle are in perfect formation. The Three Friends Constellation has broken up. Chip Potter says this means that the magic potential of unicorns will be at an all time high tomorrow and would be perfect for giving any alicorn mares trapped in the moon a chance to escape. Naturally, this means we should all be preparing less for the Summer Sun Celebration and more for the coming of eternal darkness and a new tyrant to oppress and subjugate us! This journalist, for one, believes there really won't be much of a difference. Regardless of whatever happens tomorrow, The Daily Turnip will continue to be at the forefront of news and printing the details the mainstream press DON'T want you to know! Daily Horoscopes Jackalope: You will find yourself venturing into unfamiliar territory. A fog of doubts might cloud your judgement. You may want to invite some friends; be careful not to leave them behind! Ursa: If you find yourself catering to an unexpected guest, make sure to make them feel welcome. Try not to insist on having things your way. It might be very rewarding in the near future! Hydra: Your propensity towards making ponies laugh will be a great asset today! Just remember that there's a time and a place for everything; a giggle at the wrong time could be disastrous! Spider: Don't be afraid to step out of the background. Remember, you can be a special somepony; you just have to show them you're inner drive and spirit! Manticore: Your pride might be getting the better of you today. It's time to accept the help you need when it's offered. You'd do the same for anypony else, after all. The Mare: A bad mane day is right around the corner, but don't despair. If you prepare now, you'll set it straight! Balance of Harmony: Your friends are there to support you, no matter what. But nothing good comes from keeping to yourself! Cockatrice: If you're invited to a party, go! But try to tone down your dead-on wit and sarcasm. Nopony is going to appreciate it today. Arrow: You're not going to find what you're looking for outside. It's time to take a deep breath and start anew. Chupacabra: You're not really sure what's going on today, and if that bothers you, you might find yourself being too controlling. Just try to relax; everything will get better soon! Cloud: Somepony wants to talk to you but isn't sure how to approach you. Maybe you should try visiting some of your friends and letting them know that you care about them. Guppy: Remember, you can please some of the ponies, some of the time, but not all of the ponies, all of the time. Be yourself!
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[colour=#000000]The world ends with you. If you want to enjoy life, expand your world. You gotta push your horizons out as far as they'll go.[/colour] [colour=#000000]You're dead. Sorry to deliver such bad news, but you'd find out eventually. What now you ask? Well first, we must take what you value most. Now that that's over with, you must play the Reaper Game. It's quite simple really. Over a course of seven days, you will wander the streets of Manehattan doing missions for the reapers. If you get the most points, you come back to life, and what we took is returned to you! If you win, but don't have the most points, you can choose to be erased, play again, or even become a reaper. If you lose, you are erased. Need me to be more specific? Most missions involve either going somewhere in Manehattan or fighting off Noise. Noise? Basically, little creatures that live between this dimension and another, travelling about causing discord and strife amongst the living, all while erasing players. The only way to fight the Noise is to find a partner, and use the pins. Learning how to use the pins is up to you, though. Any more questions? Good.[/colour] [colour=#000000]Ready? It doesn't matter. You have seven minutes to find a partner, or face erasure![/colour] So pretty much, this is TWEWY, but in Equestria. Manehattan is just my choice for now, I was also thinking of Las Pegasus, though I'll probably leave it. As the creator, I'll play the Game Master. I might play the composer and some angels, but I'm not sure if they'll ever even be involved. I suppose I'll allow canon characters, as long as the app is good enough. I'm assuming you're here that you know about TWEWY, but if you have any questions on this, go ahead and ask. I'll open up the RP when we get enough players. I'll also let you play reapers, because why not? We need some anyways, and I can't play them all. Anyways, APP TIME! Kind of just making them on the spot, might update them later. Also, reapers, when they're in the UG (the place the game takes place in) they take the appearance of alicorns, except with black wings and a black horn, no matter what your normal colour or species is. Player app: Name: (Do you remember your name? I'm sure you have one.) Gender: (Don't tell me we took away your gender.) Species: (Still a pony? What kind? Or perhaps you're a griffin? Some other annoying sentient species?) Appearance: (What do you look like? ... This is a rather boring question...) Age: (A simple question. So boringly simple...) Personality: (Be interesting, please. Tell us your hobbies, your interests, quirks, and of course, your flaws.) History: (What was your pony like before dying? They're reaction when they died? When they lost what they value? Remember, DON'T be boring!) What was lost: (What did we take away from you? Oh, I hope it was painful!) Pins: (What pins can you use? Remember, minimum of 1 and maximum of 6. The number of pins you use, and what they do, all depends on your imagination!) Reaper app: Name: (Reapers still have names, after all.) Gender: (Why this is important, I shall never know.) Appearance: (We know you have wings, but for some reason, I must know more.) Age: (How old were you when you died? How old would you appear if you aged?) Personality: (Not that I care, but the Composer demands that this be on your application.) Noise: (What types of noise can you summon? What can they do? PLEASE tell me they're interesting!) Noise form: (When fighting a player, can you transform? Into what?) History: (Why did you become a reaper? How did the game change you? What was your life like before joining us?) Anyways, hope you all enjoy it! Any suggestions or ideas are highly valued! Apps [colour=#000000]There's only one way to stay alive in Manehattan. Trust your partner.[/colour] -
Oil Wells was wandering the streets of Manehatten in the cover of the night. He loved the way the buildings were lit up when it got dark out, the way the streets still buzzed with life without being crowded, and how the night air blew against his mane after a hard day at work. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh of pure satisfaction as he gazed up at the beautiful structures that stood ever so high, admiring the craft and time that went into each of them, mostly that of his own "Wells Kerosene and Supplies". He took a turn and stepped into a restaurant, finding a spot back in a corner away from the majority of the other costumers. He didn't wish to eat anything, he just wanted to sit and watch. Sometimes he found other ponies, though a tad annoying up close, interesting to watch from a far. Their habits and ticks on display for him to study, their conversations were his to imagine, and he did it all from the safety of his own solitude. He sat in silence, sipping on his drink, just looking out into the mass of ponies.
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It felt like a long day of nothing. No ideas, no inspiration, she felt like she couldn’t even think outside of the depth of a filly pool, like something was gnawing at her... but what? Ornatia was the lavender unicorn’s name, and she decided that perhaps what she needed was a breather from the worries of now. She was a pony who put her trust in fortune telling and such oddities like that though, and the tarot probably would have told her not to even bother going outside today, with her luck. Nevertheless, she chose to leave the confines of her own hotel room to take a trip down to an art museum and meet a few ponies. Much to her embarrassment, though, she couldn’t help but think she gave out an image contrary to what she was expected to portray, representing an entire country and all. While at the little get-together, she came to meet another colt who seemed to be just as much of a shut-in as she was. Or maybe he wasn’t? Whatever the case, Ornatia felt that he wasn’t saying something he was meaning to say, and while she knew it to be rude, she half-wanted to try and pry it out of him. She shook her head at that last thought, as though trying to loosen it from her head. How could she be so insensitive, after all? If Bramble Rose wanted to keep what he wasn’t saying a secret, then that was fine with her. For now, anyway. Ornatia made her way up the stairs that led out from the exhibit room and eagerly awaited Bramble’s doing the same. She looked down at him with anticipation. Though she seemed excited to grab a carriage and see the town, truthfully she just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, no matter what the means. She had made a fool of herself enough down there. She called down to him, “Vaya, Mister Rose, I would prefer we wait as little time as we are able!” And then turned away from the wide staircase to check the time via a clock tower just outside. It only took her a moment to realize... She had no idea why! Ornatia tapped her own head, admonishing herself for being so flustered and rushed, this was exactly what she was trying to get away from! Ornatia instead inhaled and exhaled slowly, organizing her thoughts into the rows and columns they used to be in before today. Opening her eyes slowly, she calmed herself down with another deep inhale and exhale, before returning inside the building and waiting for Bramble at the top of the stairs, saying, with a much more apologetic look on her face, “My apologies, Mister Rose, I’ve been... out of sorts, today. It’s been a tad bit frustrating, I hope you understand.” A tad bit frustrating indeed.
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The Noble Flare stood perched high atop one of the tallest buildings in all of Manehattan, watching, ever vigil, as most of her city slept. She was a protector. She was a guardian. She was the beacon of pure light in the pitch black Manhattan sky. Her mission was to protect the city and its ponies and ward away any who might do them harm. In her bright white protective armored costume, she resembled the light she felt she represented. With her high powered telescopic goggles, she could see from up above down into the city streets with ease. With her arsenal of restraints and her flare light she could incapacitate any evildoer before they knew it. She was the Noble Flare, and under her watch, this city was a little safer. Vivid Flair liked to think so at the very least. Being a real life superhero was a thankless job that demanded from her considerable time, physical and mental stress, not to mention money. Inspired by her father, there was no way she could give the Noble Flare up, but often it was hard to maintain this second career of hers. This was especially true when, in her first career as a research engineer with major machinery company Northern Storm Industries, the big boss had just decided to put her on a major project. She was set to be head engineer on the Trans-Equestria Railroad Project, which would fill in a lot of gaps in the Equestrian railroad system and even connect all the way out into Aquelia. It was an important project, and one Vivid was glad to do, but between it and her time as The Flare there were many sleepless nights these days. That didn't mean the Flare would be any less vigil. She would protect her city. It had become her duty, her obsession. She scoured the streets for signs of wrongdoing of any kind. A faint cry suddenly hit her ears, causing her to focus in on a particular spot. Smoke was rising from a small house on the edge of the city. Vivid gave a nod to herself before immediately taking wing, and darting toward the scene. The fire soon became visible as Vivid got nearer. As she landed, she found a family of ponies outside watching the scene. A young filly seemed quite distraught and even intent on running toward the smoldering building, her mother having to hold her back. "Is anypony still inside?" Vivid asked, taking a deep, commanding voice. "Who are...?" the stallion of the family started, staring at the oulandish white costume. "Yes. We didn't have time to retrieve our daughter's cat. But--" "Say no more," Vivid said with a firm nod, before bounding ahead right into the flaming house. Her bodysuit was made of special protective materials she had tested in the lab. It would keep her fairly safe from burns so long as she didn't stay too long or get touched by anything directly. The bigger problem was running out of oxygen. She had to move quick. She raced through the burning home, checking each room she crossed until finally she saw a particularly desperate white cat trapped by burning rubble on all side. Vivid raced toward it, grabbing it up in her arm and then taking to wing, flying up out of a hole that had opened in the roof. Flying back down she placed the cat on the ground, allowing it run toward a very relieved young filly. All at once the family began to thank and praise her. Okay, sometimes it wasn't so thankless. It was such moments that made it worth it, even with the sleepless nights. Under her concealing mask, which obscured even the fact that she was a hippogriff, Vivid smiled. Then, without a word, she took off, flying away to meet other challenges! Or at least as far as that family would know. In truth, she landed out of sight just nearby in order to take a much needed moment to recover before she did anything else. ((OOC: Topic will feature Neoniie's Neon Stargazer, but is open to any interested others after she posts.))
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Honeydew sat in front of her typewriter and stared at the blank piece of paper set in it with growing frustration becoming evident on her face. She had a deadline to worry about. She couldn't be sitting here staring at a piece of paper! She lifted a hoof and started to press a key but stopped herself in time. This wasn't working. Maybe she was pushing herself too hard. Maybe she just needed to get out and take a break. Yes, that sounds like a good idea. I'll take a break. Maybe I'll take a jog or something around the block a few times or sit at the park for a little while... she thought. She put on some legwarmers on each of her legs and put on a headband to keep her bangs out of her eyes. Then, she got out of her apartment and started to trot at an even pace. Maybe if she was really lucky, she'd run into some creatures from another planet or an aristocrat of some kind to chase down and ask questions. That would get the writing juices flowing.
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"...so this is Manehattan..." The short pony, mostly obscured by her massively shaggy and deepest green mane and tail, was turning her head this way and that to look about with her gray eye as she disembarked from the train. Her indigo coat was actually next to invisible, mostly covered between the shaggy green and the dark canvas of her saddlebags. Her expression was not the gape-jawed wonder of a rural pony in an urban setting, though; she'd grown up in Canterlot after all. Amethyst was no stranger to immense or fancy architecture at all. Her father's career as an architect practically guaranteed that the scale of Manehattan's buildings nor their shapes would be all that foreign to her. No, what struck her first was not how grand or impressive the city's structure was, but the fact that she was finally in a place that she didn't actually know anything about. Amethyst Pine was not stunned- she was curious. Intensely curious. Manehattan was a different sort of environment from Canterlot for all that it was still a very large city with more than a few important personages about. For one thing, the fanciful freedom of Canterlot's buildings with their varied shapes, frequent gardens, and curved or triangular layouts was completely missing, replaced with a chaotic sort of orderliness, each lot a square or rectangle but the buildings often of such disparate sizes as to completely disorganize the strict lines of the streets. The sheer number of clearly-lit signs was something new as well, and it was a difference she could spot without even hitting the streets yet, only seeing the skyline of this busy city from the windows of the train station. Being a small pony, of course, had its difficulties- one of them that getting caught up in a crowd was all the more dangerous. Because of this, the filly (nearly a mare, if not for her lack of a mark upon her flank) waited for the rush from the current train to die down a bit before making her way to the door of the train station. There was, of course, one thing to do before any other- find a place to stay for the night, if not for a couple of weeks. There would be more than a little exploring for Amethyst to do, seeking opportunities to try new things and perhaps earn a few bits along the way.
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Cosmopolitan grumbled as she looked about her office for the article that she was supposed to have two hours ago. The pink Unicorn was looking increasingly cross as she lifted the last of the debris away from her desk to reveal an immaculate room as everything was sent to precisely where it belonged. She shook her head, lime-green mane flying in minor disgust with the writer. A deadline was just that-a deadline! She stormed out, her blue eyes almost ice-chips as she began a fast walk to the exit. She paused by her lead designer's office, smiling tensely as she spied the mare hard at work. "Well, at least we know you're doing your very best, Wish. If you see our new writer before I get back, please inform her that her deadline is over two hours past and that I'd like to see her in my office. I'm going to see what scarves are in the nearest store...maybe that will keep me from firing a skilled talent..." She muttered, relieved when the designer waved her off with a hoof in both acknowledgement and farewell. She left her building, the size and noise of Manehattan pervading her senses before she gave a sigh of relief. Shopping. She needed to buy a new scarf, for sure. But what, really, was fashionable to wear for such a powerful young Mare? After a half-hour of searching the stores, she squealed. There it was...her new hot item. The scarf itself was very simple, a two-tone that could only look right when worn in a certain way. She chuckled as she twisted it around her neck, the light and dark blue contrasting her pink pelt nicely. The price-tag winked from a loose end, her eyes widening in surprise. It had to be on sale! If this was a sign, by Celestia, she would follow it! But what could go wrong now?
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Manehattan Practicing one's trade. [Rue + Pm to enter]
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It was pretty early in the morning, the usual Manehattanites weren't up and about and for a moment she could pretend that the land was her own. The park she had chosen had no visitors at this early hour and the peaceful scenery was just what she needed. Estrella took a deep calming breath, horn softly glowing with her magic as she sat down by a nearby fountain, her makeshift stage for the morning. Slowly the scenery before her began to change as she told tell her tale. Long ago, when the land was still young and unexplored by adventure seeking ponies, even before our Princesses Celestia and Luna were born, the land was kept healthy and lush by other powers. Her horn flared brightly, magic pouring from it and into the surroundings, the city outside of the park disappeared, replaced by a lush sea of green trees and grass. The sun rose up above the tree tops and into the clear blue skies to complete the peaceful picture and the skittering of a few animals could be heard. One Deity kept the balance of the land in check, the earth goddess Gaia. Time skipped forward as the sun arced across, below the orb however an earth pony with a mane and tail as green as the trees she stood under galloped across the grass, her body the brown color of the earth. The embodiment of the earth, charged with protecting the land she stood upon...however...being the only one to bear this task was no easy feat. The earth pony's head was bowed in unhappy loneliness as she sat underneath the shade of a large tree, the sun disappearing behind behind the mountains to make way for the moon. One night a plan was made by the mother of the earth, a plan that, if went well, would ease the lonely burden put upon her shoulders. Estrella's horn flared up once again, the scene before her shifting to the moon, a small piece of the large celestial body falling away and hurtling towards the earth. Before it impacted upon the land the moon rock split down the middle and crumbled away into dust. Another pony was made from the piece of the moon, a dark blue Pegasus landing softly upon the green grass, tossing her white mane and flicking her tail as she gazed about with eyes the color of newly fallen snow. A pair of crystalline wings spread from her back as she launched herself into the sky, snow falling upon the land and covering it in a blanket of white, putting the world to sleep. The first of her children would put the land to rest. Her name was Mother Winter. -
~Pancake Diner Event~ -The setup- It was a rather warm autumn's day, in the busy city of Manehatten. Today, the pancake shop near the center of town was having a small late evening meal event as a thank you to a number of kind customers and donatores. One-wing, being on the list of these participants, had been invited as a guest for his a few of his donations and his time as a customer. He had also been given an extra guest seat which he could bring a friend with, but he had no clue as to who, and the meal was not until the evening. so a walk around town was his idea, maybe he'd even meet somepony he could bring along to the meal? ((ooc: this roleplay will most likely stay invite only., but if anypony wants to join, pm me and ill give it a thought. however for the meal itself i might consider opening it, or giving more spaces because a meal isent a meal without other ponies....but until then I'm pretty sure it'll stay invite only/pm to request joining) ---note this list updates, so some may be added and some may be removed. so if you want to be well informed check it every so often--- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- list of current Rpers/characters 4/4 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Halofan303- One-wing Phil the time wizard- Midnight brand Bronies For Life- Fly-by Dusty - Dusty hooves ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ((ooc: that's not here for a specific reason, but rather for me too keep track of things personally so i don't get lost )) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Event Que list 4/6 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Halofan303- One-wing Phil the time wizard- Midnight brand Bronies For Life- Fly-by Dusty - Dusty hooves ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (just cause ye aint a guest of honor or a guest of the guest of honor's doesn't mean you can't be with! but there is only so much room in the pancake diner!) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ((ooc: the second list is cause we can't have a big dinner with only 4 ponies now can we? there is of course background ponies, but we still need a couple of extra's to join in...so yea theres a bonus 2 slots for those who wanna be at the event!-might add more later on, idk-)) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ((ooc: a note; this isn't an official event rp thing like rotl, just a roleplay. i just chose to get creative with it.)) -
They never listen. Zephyr told them that he wouldn't deliver to Manehatten when he filled out the preferences in his mail pony job application. Yet here he was, delivering to Manehattan anyway. All the other mail ponies that normally deliver there were either on vacation or were sent out on other deliveries. The parcel could not wait till one of the others returned either. This needed to be delivered ASAP. It was the only time Zephyr ever argued with his superiors at work. They wouldn't budge and told Zephyr that he was the only long range flight pegasus available. There was no way around it, he had to take the job. He never wanted to return to Manehatten again, it reminded him of how much he hated his past. Reluctantly, he took the job, though he had no choice this time. The trip to Manehatten is a long one and he didn't want to stop in Ponyville on the way there, so he packed himself a light lunch for the trip. The day was nice around the north, though he had heard there might be a light shower around Manehatten that day. It was nothing too severe, but he did say he would fly in storms in his application. That was the main reason his boss wanted him to take the job. Maybe a lot of the others didn't like storms. The flight was calm, it was the only part of the trip that was nice though. The closer he got to Manehatten, the more nervous he became. He tried to calm himself by thinking of the flight itself, but it just wasn't enough to offset the negative thoughts floating around in his mind. Zephyr tried telling himself that he would only be there for a short time. All he had to do was deliver the goods and he could leave. It didn't help. As he got closer to Manehatten, he noticed the storm clouds were a lot thicker than the weather report said. 'Great, they said light rain, not a full on thunderstorm. This day really can't get any worse can it?' Zephyr thought to himself. And Manehatten was still a ways off. He knew he may have to stop for shelter if the storm was severe enough. This only brought on the realization that he may be in Manehatten for longer than he predicted. The storm clouds were overhead much sooner than he thought too, they must be coming toward him. The rain started to come down. If it got too bad, Zephyr would have to take to the ground, it was too hard to fly in storms with his wings getting too wet.
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<p>(A few days ago)</p> <p>The whole studio was in chaos. Her secretary, her under photographer, and all of her models had all decided to quit. Something about not getting the proper pay. <em>Vhy vould zhey be vorrying about zee proper pay?</em> she wondered to herself, <em>Vhen zhey should be vorrying about haw zee studio is going to be running!</em></p> <p>The rest of the day was filled with getting the interns to print out advertisements, and post them in the paper, announcing a contest for Equestria's Next Top Model.</p> <p> </p> <p>(Now)</p> <p>"Ok, so zee new models should be arriving sometime soon...I should make sure that zee studio is all swept up..." She glances about the studio. "KARL! VHY IS ZHER PAPER ON ZEE FLOOR?!"</p> <p>She had decided to make it a contest. Each model would go through different challenges, and each week one would be forced to leave the studio. She also had decided to post each challenge in the paper, with the winner and the loser of each contest, therefore drawing more business to her studio! It was genius that only Photo Finish could cook up!</p> <p> </p> <p>All she had to do was be patient.</p>
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<p>In the busy streets of Manehattan, Colts and Mares go about their usual business. Some head to work, ready to work their flanks off for another day's pay. Others head to lavish playgrounds of the rich, known as casinos, to gamble their pay away. A few even go to the theater, excited for the latest big musical they are about to perform. All enjoy the high life know, and could care less about what else happens to them.</p> <p> </p> <p>But then there are those....not so fortunate. They are the poor, the homeless, those who either work in the most dangerous of jobs just for the minimum pay, or end up on the streets, having to go so low as to make everything they need from the dumpsters and dropped goods just to survive. They are looked down by those who have more bits, no matter if they were once poor themselves, or were born into riches. The highlight of their day is simply knowing that for one more day, they can keep on trying, dreaming and hoping for a better life than this.</p> <p> </p> <p>For one particular colt, this was the life he had to live. The cards he was dealt, so to speak. Eventually, due to both a painful goodbye and a rage-filled departure, he left the only family he knew, angry at those who ridiculed him and other like him to the point of hatred, only because of the number of bits they had. This led him to the current life he lived, and to what he was getting ready to do to the next rich stallion he came across.</p> <p> </p> <p>He walked up to the door of a fancy mansion, a strange briefcase held by one hoof, and his watch on the other. <em>"If this works...."</em> he murmured to himself with a bit of contempt shown in his voice, <em>"That'll be one more who realizes their stupidity."</em> He straightened his green tinted sunglasses, making sure whoever was there would never see his eyes, and thus making it easier for him to do his 'job' properly. He calmed himself down, ever-tempted to just throw the briefcase at the door to let out his anger right there, and took a deep breath.</p> <p> </p> <p>He reached a hoof out to the door, knocking on it three times. If he was to make his plan work, he needed to look, act and <em>be</em> convincing to whoever opens that door, no matter how much he would want to tear their fancy suit off to spite them. He waited for the door to open, ready to get this over with and make his 'job' as a 'salespony' work flawlessly, lest it goes horribly wrong.</p>
