Dreams of dark alleys and neon signs... for now. Jun 2, 2014 0:20:46 GMT -6
Post by clutch2 on Jun 2, 2014 0:20:46 GMT -6
Luna's moon shown down on the darkened streets of Ponyville. The night air was fresh with the scent of a rainfall that had just past. The streets were still shiny and slick with water, and puddles seemed to act like mirrors and reflect the world around them. Street lamps and the occasional sign did most of the work lightning up the night, but there was the occasional yellow glow that filtered through Venetian blinds of residential apartments. While there was light to see by, shadows and darkened areas where it didn't reach were nearly impossible to see through.
Off in the distance, in parts unknown, a piano and saxophone engaged in the sounds of a moody jazz seemed to echo all around.
The buildings in Ponyville looked taller than they normally were. Streets and alleyways seemed longer. It was as if Ponyville kept changing in scale in different places. Some places looked normal, while larger buildings such as Golden Oak Library seemed to be larger. Another thing that would be quickly noticed was the distinct lack of color. While not everything was in shades of gray, color that was in the world wasn't very vibrant. One could still tell the difference between Lyra and Minuette, or Scootaloo and Archer. Everything was just more muted.
Spike would find himself just outside of Bon Bon's Bon Bons, beneath it's humming sign as it bathed the young dragon in it's electric light. He would find himself dressed in a raincoat and with a trilby hat resting atop his head. If he felt around his pockets he'd find a candy wrapper. It was a vivid purple wrapper decorated with crisscrossing red lines and was labeled as a "Grape Storm". The logo on the wrapper pointed to the sweet shop at his back. Spiked would know it was a dead end clue. The mare behind the counter was as sweet as her candy, and as honest. Rumble had been there earlier in the day and left without saying what he was doing or where he'd be. He'd be back tomorrow, but there was no telling when that'd be.
Across the street a filly stepped partially out of the shadows. Details on her face couldn't be seen, but there was just enough light to make out her silhouette that was just outside of the streetlamp. He could see her front hooves, and her bright red dress sparkled like a cluster of red diamonds, piercing through the semi-monochrome environment. "Mister The Dragon... I may have the answers you're looking for." The filly's voice carried over to him like a siren's call.