(Closed) (Reserved for Midnight Whisper.) (Quest Station RP)

Manhattan was not any place for someone with a soft heart, yet there were so many that would travel here thinking that they could make it out here for themselves. The city had the highest violent and nonviolent crime rate in Equestria, unfortunately he was the man had to mop up the chaos. His name was Pulley Punches and tonight he was meeting someone he wished he wasn't.

He smelled of cigarettes, coffee and ink. White a few empty cranberry soda were littered on his desk the picture of his wife on the desk. He had always been a man of the law, he had nothing but contempt for the idea of recruiting a vigilante to solve a problem that the police should, but when you're faced with something that is beyond the ordinary you often have to find yourself recruiting those think along the same lines as the villains.

The colt was like something out of a comic book. He'd dressed up, have a attitude and some kind training morality. It wasn't very shocking that someone like him would find his way into the city. There were a dime a dozen like him, thinking that the cops can't do anything and they have to take it into there own hooves.

Stood on the rooftop of the police station looking at a wealthy district, wondering how the rest the city didn't just swarm them like ants entire take everything they owned. Maybe that's why they decided to make the police station here, as some kind of deterrence.

(Your suppose to be meeting with the police chief on the rooftop XD) (Nice post though.)

(Right, I knew that. >.> Well I've edited it.)

"Part of me wished you hadn't shown." He threw his smoke on the ground.. well the roof in this case and crushed it with his hoof, not even looking down as he turned to the caped colt. He had seen a lot of crooks, thugs and idiots dress up like Wonderbolts. He knew it would happen when he saw you could buy the costume in the store. All it showed is everyone was cheap. Taxpayers, cops and even himself. He uses this cologne because it is the cheapest. He'd drop if they came out with something that was cheaper.

"I had half a mind to have this place cased with guards to arrest you, but I don't want to be the one explaining to a foal that is daddy died tonight.. might make another one you if I did that." He said with a wipe back of his hair. He got a little bit of the dye on his hoof. His hair had got grey a few years into the job. He been using dye to a long time now. Nonpony was the wiser. Only going to show you is not everything is what it seems.

He shook his head from his poetic thoughts when he removed a file, throwing it on the ground towards the colt. "There is a murder out there. He seems to attack only females, pegsai to be exact. He leaves feathers and blood at each scene. He has taken three girls so far..." He clenched his lower lip in frustration. He hated giving this out to the masked colt, but he /needed/ him.

"He left a note, saying he was going to snatch a girl tonight in the slum... stop him. You'll be going, but one condition. You take him with you." He gestured to the shadows. A apple green colt came out, wearing a brown jacket and he looked like a off duty cop. He basically screamed it by how he walked.

"Hey there. Big fan." He lifted a hoof to kinda wave before walking to stand next to the chief.

The chief looked at the new guy, but just spoke on. "You have to take this kid with you and bring him back safe."He took a breath in, patted the kid before turning away from the too. "This is about all I can handle of this. I need a cranberry soda and a few shots."

"Uh.. well. Names Clint. Nice to meet ya." He had a genuine smile as he fixed his collar.

Shadow smirked at the welcoming line. Did he forget that it was him who called the flyer here? Well whatever, he didn't mind. When the chief revealed half of his mind about having him arrested right there, he tried his best not to show a wider smirk. As if they could get the drop on him when they couldn't even control the crime rate on this part of town.

After hearing about the methods of this new criminal, half of him just wanted to rip whoever it was responsible apart. Aiming for the mares? Typical. And the cops were really falling behind on this. Guess that's why they were forced to take these kinds of measures. Heh, it wouldn't be surprising if after all this is done, the chief would go through with that guard casing he talked about earlier.

"You have to take him with you."

Looking to the side, he saw the other colt walking up, waving to him. "You have to be kidding me." He said when the chief began turning away. "Well if you're serious about this, I hope you're ready to tell his next of kin what you roped him into. Cause I can't guarantee he'll make it back in one piece. Hope that sinks in."

He gave the new arrival the good old top to bottom look and sighed. "I hope you don't mind getting a bit rough. Cause I sure wont be planning on putting any censors once we get our hooves on the target. That wouldn't be a problem, would it?"

The smoke bellows from afar from the factories in the slums. The black fog mixed with the pale night above, making it almost beautiful scene as the fade to air in the sky. The wealthy district could do that to you, thinking that the ugly is breath-taking because of how detached you from it.

Clint's face spread into a practiced smile. It wasn't that it wasn't sincere, maybe. It was a cop smile. It was the face they put on for ponies to say, "Everything's alright now." It was like the colt was trying to hard to be a standard cop. "I have never been too good with fancy words, but if lifting censors means killing him, then I'm more hopeful in catching him. Though.." He looked around cautiously before speaking on, "I wouldn't mind you getting a little rough with him. This guy deserves a little of own medicine. I'll vouch for you if you crack a rib on him or something."

"Well.. kinda embarrassing actually." He scratched the side of his head as he tried to just ignore the unsavory language of the colt. "We have literally no leads, but this target. The colt works clean. He seems to only leave evidence as a sort of game. We probably only got this letter to mock us."

He walked over to the colt, taking the file before tucking in his folder pocket. "Let's just go. It's almost time."


In the slums they was a filly, floating quickly home from her late shift. Outside on the streets was in no place for anybody with good intentions in life. She had in the past had to defend herself. If you live in the slums you need to know a few things. She however had no idea that she would be brought into a horror of this magnitude. She felt a herself slam against a invisible force, only noticing the wires before it was too late and went pummeling to the ground.

From the nearby alley walked out a strange looking colt.

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He seem to make a crunching sound as he approached, like he was stepping on leaves as his wore a twisted grin. "Fancy meeting you here." He said as the filly screamed, backing away from the colt.

Clint was gonna rebuttal what he was saying, but he seem to during his monologue say what he would of. Though he might of added it's their job to hope and make sure letter's like that aren't true. The colt wasn't wrong. Cops did stuff like that all the time, because they stood for keeping order, sadly this didn't also mean they played nice. Beggars couldn't be choosers. Clint saw the colt dart, knowing exactly what he must of heard as he rushed down the stairs to follow the colt. It was times like that he wished he had been born with wings. Oh how Clint yearned to have wings of his own.

He managed to get there as the crazed pony standing between the colt and the filly began speaking. The crazed pony seem only to pay attention to Whisper, wearing his dramatic, disturbing and all unsettling grin. "Impressed? Flattery won't get you far, but it will get you closer.. to my heart." He pressed his hoove, quite roughly in face as he seem to throw himself in his speak, like he had practiced the lines in the mirror for weeks. "Though I sure you think my takes of cliche terms to make them hip are beneath you."

He turned, punching the filly in the face with a swift turn back to raise his hooves. "Arrest me. I assaulted this filly. I confess to the kidnappings and I am the serial killer pony you have been looking for. I only did so I could meet you Mr.Colt-do-well. Sense you witnessed the assault they need your testimony."

He laid on the floor, mockingly as Clint rushed to stand over him, cuffing. Clint looked up at you with a strange look, it was like a mix of fear and wanting to be happy. Everybody could tell from a mile away this wack job wanted to be caught.

"Uh..." He itched the back of his head at the whole matter as he tried to say this right. "The colt, though a whack job is right.. I'll need your testimony to put him away and his confession.." He turned to the filly. "You as well."

Crunchy laid on the ground with a grin as he lifted from the asphalt a bit. "I haven't even began to get a kick out of you. Watch as a little ol' earth pony like myself performs magic. I'm sure someone like yourself wouldn't dare not show, your the guest of-" Clint pressed him into the ground again with serious face before lifting him up and taking him to the cart. "That's enough out of you."

After a short cart ride you come to the police station, where the Manehatten police force is there cheering as you both leave the cart. The chief was standing among him, he gave small smile and a simple nod. Not making eye contact with Whisper. He was thankful, so he had told that one can try to arrest Whisper, though honesty it might be a blood bath if they even tried.

They took Crunchy, which he said his name was and had him hoof-printed before tossing him in a cell. Clint had a peach perfect smile as he watching Crunchy be put behind bars. You could tell he had a real love for having everything go according to plan.

He turned with small smile and closed eyes. "I gotta go do some paperwork and check on the girl, I'll be right back. Then will get your statement and you'll be outta here-" Suddenly three police officers burst in with a frantic look as they shouted that the girl was missing! Clint got into a ready stance and his look became more intense. "What do you mean she's?!" He shouted as he rushed pass them.

In the interrogation room where laid there was a few bits of what looked like blood and few feathers that clearly were from her wings. Clint covered his eyes few a moment, rubbing his head in frustration. "H-how could this have happened..." He turned to let the team start looking for clues as he made his way to make certain Crunchy was secure. Forunating he was. He was still in his cage with a peaceful look on his face as he had a familiar mare's feather in his mouth as well as a few others scattered around him. His grin grew wide when Clint slammed his hooves against the cage with anger in his eyes.

Somehow Crunchy had gotten to the mare inside of the Manehatten police department while he was caged.

Clint banged his hooves against Crunchy's bars as the convict just stuck feathers into his hairs, chuckling a bit as he talked to himself. "How... how did I do it they must all be asking.. yes, yes. The question on everyone's mind." He looked up with a twisted smile at Shadow before turning his back too the two of them.

Clint was pacing as he touched his head when his paused, looking frantic as he seemed to rack his mind. "How could of this happened? Things were going without a hitch." Clint turned back to the cage, yelling at Crunchy. "How did you do it? HUH? How did you get the mare? Where's the body? Is she alive?" He said with a bit of almost desperation on the verge of anger as Crunchy pretended he wasn't there.


-"So Clint, who was supposed to be with the mare? And who was supposed to be watching this fruit cake?"-

Clint turned back to Shadow, looking a little glad as he explained what he could recall, trying to take the edge off his voice. "Sigh... um. Let's see. I brought her in and turned her over to RowdyRoad, who got her hoof print and took her statement while we were all shaking hooves and being happy this was all over..." He turned to look back at Crunchy before speaking on. "I was just around celebrating, but I remember Rowdy leaving because his shift was over. That was at 9:34 Pm if I remember right, but that would leave him... maybe three minutes to commit the crime if we cross with the time in-between him..." He shook his head. "he couldn't have done it. It doesn't fit."

Crunchy started itching the wall with the pen like part of the feather. "Oh. Shadow. I almost forgot we need to hurry things up or the filly will die. I forgot she hasn't died yet." He said before rushing up to the bar and slamming against."Leaves make the raceway, but the finish line is where you need to make haste. Page thirty-six in section G, but it is unrelated to history is where you will find the key. Her grave is marked with a postal stamp." He grinned before just turning away. "Better hurry."

Clint blinked confused as he took this in. You could see he tensed at the thought she was alive as he tried to figure out what he meant, half panicking making it hard for him to remember. "Raceway? Finish Line... Where the blazes would I find a raceway made of leaves?"

Crunchy had a look of utter terror, but it didn't seem to be the knife. It wasn't even the colt of top of him. Whatever was causing his distress is likely only know to him. He seemed to have a bit of sanity in his eyes as he held back screaming, even saying anything. It even seemed like he was forcing himself to speak.

"Leave-s-s ma-ahhke the race.....huff..huff..way, but the finish line.....is where you need to make haste. P-papaage thh-hiiirty-six in section G, but it is unrrrree-elated to his-s-story is where you will find theee... key. Her grave is marked with a postal stamp...." He started to succumb to the poison. You saw on your costume was was seem to be a large amount of makeup. As Crunchy began to sweat you saw it dribble down his sides.

Clint backed away from this as he took a few breaths. The ways things were turning out were not how he expected the night to go, but I guess that's life. He didn't say a word as he looked like he was trying to solve the riddle.