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This is something of an AU that I've developed of a little bit in the past and I kept most of that information, although there's still quite a lot that I haven't even gotten to touch on much less figure out, so quite a bit of it is left open. If you have ideas or suggestions, feel free to toss them in! Much of the base show information still exists that might've already happened when it comes to this AU. While noir tends to lean towards darkness and injustice and the like, this still has a lot to do with ponies in Equestria so it's not going to be like what is expected of usual noir stories. It'll still be ponies, just trying to get by in an unfriendly city- although a little less so elsewhere in the country. NOIR As the times changed, and cities grew, a new one was developed over the years, although it eventually fell into the hooves of a pony with greed and ill intent who instated a prohibition and used the rise of businesses like speakeasies to make money for himself while doing little for the city. With the corruption and more rampant crime growing within the city, the princesses eventually intervened to remove the mayor from power. Fixing the city isn't entirely beyond their ability, however, Princess Celestia was the one who decided to put somepony else in that position who she felt would understand corruption, King Sombra. It was also meant to be a test to see how well the former king would do in a position of leadership again, to see if he would rise to the challenge of fixing a city to see if he's changed, or fall to his old habits. It's a risky decision, but one she was confident in making with Princess Luna's begrudging support. On occasion the princesses may visit the city to see how well things are going with the new mayor; something of a permanent position until Sombra either steps down, or achieves the goal given to him. Having a responsibility isn't weighing particularly well upon his shoulders while he tries to keep out of the public eye and figure out what exactly will fix what seems like the unfixable- if just out of spite to prove that he can. And with all of the problems created by the previous mayor, he has quite a lot to deal with. Technology Level There are no cars or other motorized vehicles and ponies still use carts, chariots, wagons, stagecoaches and carriages. The Friendship Express and the Crystal Empire train are still in use, and aerial forms of travel exist more commonly in airships. Other commonly found technology consists of magic-powered refrigerators, stoves, washing/drying machines, microphones, speakers, gramophones, folding cameras, radiators, hairdryers, cylinder mowers, film projectors, printing presses, coffee-makers and tape players as well as radios. They use vinyl records. Basically, anything that would've existed around the 1920s. Weaponry is still medieval at best, with swords and other such weapons, as well as crossbows and anything magical. They have running water and a pipe system, no doubt with a magical filtration system, which means they have sinks, bathtubs, and toilets. However some may still use old-fashioned outhouses in some more country locations. There is also some manner of magical lighting, in homes, stores, street lamps, as well as stage lights. Characters The involvement of canon characters is a little loose, and that even the little bit of backstory stated above can be altered to fit the personal portrayal of any notable characters and what they'd do. Thus far the only notable ones are Princess Celestia, Luna, and Sombra. Discord is, as always, a wild card, and other canon characters are capable of being fit in somewhere since there isn't a whole lot of information or development- like if the six still exist as they are, or a little older because the sequence of events is different. It's completely open to suggestions, ideas, etc to flesh things out a little more. Royalty also doesn't have to be confined to their castles and just doing their duties, they can have moments of freedom to get involved in things. For example: King Sombra isn't always going to be busy with his job! He's likely to be out and about doing whatever that'll let others interact with him or whatever~ (though mind you, this AU isn't going to solely focus on him and the princesses). Princess Celestia; played by Stormstride Princess Luna; played by ___ Princess Twilight; played by ___ Princess Cadance; played by ___ King Sombra; played by dragonofruin Discord; played by ___ ... ... etc. Anything involving OCs is also entirely open too, so long as the character is made to/altered just enough to fit the setting~. There's quite a bit that an OC can be doing or be involved in, like a gang/mafia, or with a speakeasy somehow, law enforcement/investigation, some sort of criminal, a vigilante, famous, etc etc. It's endless! I'm not terribly keen on doing applications so, if you're interested just tell me about your character and what they do in a reply. The original setting of mine it was sorta pulled from had the city just called 'Dusk City.' For the pony one, it's just a placeholder until a better name is found to fit the horse pun theme. Useful links: 1920s Slang 20th century fashion refs
"Of all the days the local weather crews could have picked, it had to be this one..." Virtue gritted his teeth, clamped his wings shut, and forced his way through the howling tempest, with each step silently thanking the last shop owner he had visited for the storm-proof gear. The driving rain stung his flanks and streamed through his mane and blaze, blurring his vision and clouding the breath in his nostrils with fine mist. In the periphery of his vision, Virtue spotted something in the gloom. A short distance away, an old barn rose out of the mists. Though it was in disrepair, it appeared intact enough to weather the storm. Virtue grunted as he slogged through the muck that, in dry weather, would have passed for a trail. The decrepit barn loomed in front of him, its shutters flapping in the baying wind and front door clearly falling off its hinges. Still, it was better than being out in the open and a sight more respectable than the cover of an old oak in Everfree. "Abandoned, but serviceable. This will have to do." The Pegasus breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped into the barn, immediately enjoying the feeling of no longer being bombarded by stinging droplets falling from the sky like a million arrows. Virtue shook himself off, starting with his cropped-short mane and working his way down his body, flapping his wings and flicking his tail to work the worst of the rain out. Though his coat was still damp, it was far more comfortable than being soaked. KA-THUNK. Virtue's saddlebags and scabbard clattered unceremoniously to the concrete floor of the barn. He was far too exhausted from fighting the storm to care about proper procedure at this point. Nudging his gear into a dry corner, Virtue curled up on the floor and was soon fast asleep.
Fillydelphia. Easy on the eye, I suppose, an innocent pony might even call it a haven before the wilds of the untamed desert. Unsuspecting, the city rests on the last jut of green plains before the grand expanse of the Leading Ocean, the last true marker of the Equestria's civilised lands. Shame really, to ruin the illusion. But where ever you go, no matter how peaceful and wholesome things may seem, there's always a secret. There's always a crime. A pony's just got to know where to look. A dark alley. Cliche but true. This is the kind'a place. Sickly iridescence from guttering street lamps paints the scene in a tableau of deep shadows and greyscale walkways. An hour normally reserved for a 'special' kind of street life chimes on a distant clock tower, whose face looked down upon a city of both virtue and sin. Through this noir oil canvas drifts the scent of fresh rain, musty hay and rhubarb smoke. And the sound of shattering glass. There's always a story. In some ways i's never stopped being told, but this is where we pick up from. -- 'Everypony has their price, what was yours?' Betrayal. The words came back first, her words, deadened sound filtering through the fog in her head. Nothing felt right. Tingly needles ran down her legs and wings as the world swam in a pool of sluggish inebriety. Hot breath on the back of her neck laced with cooling tears falling through her mane. Rhythm akin to a pounding heartbeat filled the remaining space, leaving only the gradually crystallising moment. Limbs numb from a hard sprung mattress, a swamping soft embrace of bed sheets filling her watery reality with an intrusive pressure. Congealed senses piled up in vivid strata, floating through her cotton wool thoughts. Through the humid gloom a voice, familiar in nuance and passion, spoke an undeniable answer. "...Cherry. I'm so sorry." Instinct. A snap of hooves against flesh, the window filled her clouded vision. Prismatic shards fell with her tumbling form, wings unresponsive as livid pain cut through the hazy vale of drug addled existence. Adrenaline rushed in to fill the space left by the relieved pressure, the street below meeting her side on and shaking the breath from her burning lungs. Nothing felt right. "WAIT! DON'T-" Voices. Loud, angry voices from high above cut through the pain and revealed the darkened ally into which she had fallen. Light sprang into focus, spilling across the red brick that framed the bridleway beyond. Shaking and aching legs lifted the Pegasus up against the rough wall as she tride to make sense of her surroundings. Someway behind her a door was flung open. From its arch a thin needle of brilliance lanced into the darkness, strobing briefly as winged figures stepped through the aperture. Operating on some lower level of consciousness, she broke into a haphazard gallop, heading into the street. Breath catching in her dry throat and fog crawling across her panicked vision, Cherry ran, the wings of her pursuers beating close behind. Warm lights of business and late night venues flooded the street far ahead. But here only the dim lamp light lit the avenue, and the burst of strength that had propelled her thus far was slipping away with every laboured step. The wings bore down upon her. A stifled shriek escaped the mulberry Pegasus as she felt the strike of hooves against her flank and keeled uncontrollably into the side of the street. Skittering away from the assailant, the young pony looked up at the two heavy set shapes that alighted on either side of her fallen form. Still she tried to escape, unable to stand and simply pulling herself away from the shadows. “Come on kid, don't do this." She couldn't do this. "There ain't no where to run no more." There was nowhere to run.