Life In Equestria Shimmers (Sign ups still open for 2 more) Logan walked through the crowed streets of Manehattan, wearing a leather jacket to hide his abnormal fur. The city was booming at this time of year, stocks were up, poverty had reached a lowpoint, and crime was down 60%. As for Logan, he was one of those unlucky suckers in the lower class, he relied on cage fighting to fund him, and was probably the only one who didn't have to go to the hospital after a cage fight due to his abnormally fast healing. Logan looked up and saw a sign, "BlueBird Bakery." He sighed, he had no money, but he just wanted to humor himself and see if he could talk the owner into giving him a freebie.
Eluuna was in the back of the bakery, pulling a vanilla cake out of the oven. She swiftly iced it with a buttercream frosting, and laid freshly cut raspberries on the top. She brought it to the front, and saw a pony wearing a large jacket enter. She gave him a smile, "Hey there. I'm Eluuna. Have you ever been in here before?" The walls of the bakery were a light blue, with a white trim, and sunflowers were on a few of the window ledges. There were white chairs and tables on the wooden floor, and the whole place smelt of vanilla.
Logan shook his head. "No", Logan chuckled. "I can barely afford a coffee at that cheap cafe on 5th street, much less an entire pastry, I thought I'd just come inside and see what ponies who got decent paying jobs eat."
"Well, if this is your first time in here, you get a free cake." she replied kindly. "Would you like one?"
Cobra had recently finished setting up the exotic pets section of the Pet store he helped run. So for a break he decided to get himself a treat; from a bakery viewable from the store window. He walked outside across the street and into the bakery. Immediately drawn to the Vanilla fudge brownies on the counter. He then overheard Logan. "You know if you want a free pet. We've got some Wolves that aren't selling so you could have one of them for free." He smiled pointing his hoof directly at the store on the opposite side.
"May I have one croissant, one of those vanilla fudge brownies and a pain au chocolate, please." Cobra smiled pulling out his wallet. "how much will it cost."
"Thanks. Names Cobrashy by the way. If you ever want a pet you know who to visit." He smiled before handing the croissant to the Leather pony. "Here have this. It's on the house." He handed the croissant to Logan with a 5 bit note underneath it before heading outside and back to the store.
Logan took a bite of the croissant. "Props to the chef.", he said before heading home. Sent from my iPod touch using Tapatalk 2
When Cobra got back to the store. He went straight upstairs to the mare he worked with's house. "Hey, Paw. Gt the pain au chocolate you wanted." he spoke aloud to her from the dining room. He placed the food down, before grabbing a drink and sat at the table. He waited a while for RosePaw before she finally arrived her mane still wet from her shower.
Logan arrived home, as usual, the place was a dump compared to the houses in Canterlot, Ponyville, or any other city in Equestria. He put on his cage fighting mask, Tonight, he was facing one of the very kids who met him in the orphanage, Victor Creed. Victor and Logan were always evenly matched at everything in the orphanage, Arm Wrestling, Racing, soccer. But Victor was liked more than Logan, Victor was the main kid who looked down on Logan, but tonight, likability wasn't going to cut it, it was going to be an all out fist fight. Logan knew the whole crowd would be cheering "Sabretooth!" instead of "Wolverine!", but that wasn't going to change anything, since Victor didn't have claws, Logan wasn't going to use his, but he was going to make Victor BEG for mercy. He turned on the TV because even law followers knew about this event, they were the two biggest cage fighters in the league. "Tonight, prosecutor Fair Balance has something to say about the infamous Backstreet Cage Fighting league, and the 2 most brutal cage fighters of them all, Wolverine and Sabretooth." He immediately turned off the TV, and slipped into the back alley. And so began a new story, with the same crazy cast of characters. View attachment 7336
The reporter smiled. "So, Miss Balance, are you ready for the interview?" She asked through a false smile, one of someone who has been made uncomfortable by Balance's demeanor and presence. Balance nods, not cracking a smile. "Of course." She sits with her front hooves placed together in front of her face as she waits. The reporter gives a false chuckle. She turns to the right, where the cameramare, still fidgeting with one of the two cameras, is standing. "How much longer until we're ready?" "Just a few more minutes. The cameras need to be tuned. The first one has been, and now I'm almost done with this one." She replies. Balance sighs. She wishes she had brought a novel with her. A good piece of Hooflein or Asitrot would be wonderful right now. Suddenly, the cameramare moves behind the cameras. "Alright, we're ready to go." The reporter straightens and pulls out a small make-up kit. She pops it open, makes sure her hair is straight. Balance merely straightens up, into that old military way of sitting. The cameramare begins speaking. "Alright, we're live in 5...4...3...2...1..." She goes silent. The reporter begins speaking. "Good evening, Manehattan. I'm Shining Rapport, here tonight with Manehattan Prosecutor Fair Balance to discuss her recent campaign against illegal cage fighting. Miss Balance, could you describe what led you to taking up this campaign?" Balance waited for a second as instructed so that the camera could switch, and then began speaking. She spoke with careful, measured intonation, making sure not to betray too much feeling. "It began about a month ago. I was working on a case, and the police arrested prospective witness for the case after he had ran away when they arrive to take him to court following a subpoena." Her voice gets a little more angry, but only slightly. "After being pressed, it turns out he had been involved in the cage fighting business, and the case, which I am not prepared or allowed to discuss at this time, would have forced him to admit to it." Suddenly, her tone became much angrier than it had been a moment ago, and Balance saw the reporter jump at the sudden change in tone. "This utter cowardice disgusted me. Cage fighting has been illegal for centuries, yet here is a pony who almost blatantly ignores that. I decided then and there that it had to stop." The reporter waits for a second, still a little dazed from the sudden tonal shift, before responding. "W-What are you doing to stop it, then?" Here, her tone changed to smugness. "I've been organizing many different things to ensure that the fighting rings are destroyed." She cracks a smile. It's a disturbingly toothy grin, almost maniacal in its shape. "While I cannot discuss them in detail, suffice it to say, the rings can expect harsh retribution soon." The reporter reacts with discomfort at the sight of the grin. "A-And what of the two big names echoed around the underworld? Wolverine and Sabretooth?" Balance's smile disappeared, and she sees the reporter relax a little bit because of that. "Those are just two more to be brought and and tried. Those two are reported to be exceptionally brutal, but exceptional barbarism is still barbarism, just done with a false veneer of style, grace, and charm." The reporter nods. "Well, we're almost out of time. Any last words to the audience?" Balance nods. She leans forward, and looks straight into the camera. "Wolverine and Sabretooth. If you are watching, then understand this. I do not expect you to turn yourselves in. But I will see to it that you are found. That you are arrested, tried, and found guilty, and then punished to the fullest extent of the law. And I will stand at the prosecutors bench to ensure that your lives end in that courtroom." She leans back. The reporter sits there, absolutely stunned, for a good three seconds before responding. "A-A-And that's all the time we have, fillies and gentlecolts! Goodnight Manehattan!" The camera mare lifts a hoof. "And we're off." Both Rapport and Balance stand up. Rapport extends a hoof. "Well, I certainly feel like the cage fighting will end soon, Miss Balance." She looks visibly shaken. Balance shakes her hoof. "Thank you. It certainly will. Have a good night." Balance walks off the stage, followed by a guard to escort her outside the building. Rapport shivers. "There's something seriously wrong with that pony."
