Starset Nightclub

She smiles a little "He sounds like a real knight. Not a fool who wanted glory, or a boy with jaded dreams. He sounds like some who wanted to do the right thing, even if it meant no one would ever hear his story. He sounds kinda like you." She quickly pulls her wing back, as she realizes what she's doing

He nods sadly "Aye, those were the days. Sadly my legacy is now the only one that continues, well, except Soul, but she was a late sign on for the final mission. None of the full timers left except Switchblade, aka me."

"I thought so. You had a look in your eyes when you were speaking. It was sad and distant, yet proud and resolute. The knight I used to know would get that same look in his eyes when he spoke of his deeds." She takes a hesitant step closer

He tilts his head "I am sorry. But I doubt you are thinking of me actually, I don't remember your face."

"Oh silly, I know it wasn't you. He is...was my brother." She smiled a little

He nods "Anyway, if you'd like, I can get some proper furniture for you; I have a slight overstock anyway."

"Thanks, but nah. This place is cramped as is. Besides, it's not furniture I'm missing these days." She smiles at him

He nods "Okay then. Well, night is falling so I best be heading onto the street again for my main job. I wouldn't recommend following me, but you may see some interesting things if you do." he says calmly, wandering out the booth and to the door

"Interesting you say?" She asked rhetorically, plodding along after him and pulling her hoodie on "Like, what kinda interesting?"

He doesn't seem to acknowledge her as he walks into a side street, his scimitar teleporting into his scabbard as he looks down it sadly, strange creatures like living shadows approaching him, he smiles, drawing his blade "And time to clock in."

She blink a few times, before muttering to herself "Welp, there goes any sleep I'd ever get."

He slides his goggles off his head, spinning his sword as he faces them, they almost recoil at the sight of his eyes "It's time to face oblivion." he says as his armour glows white, along with his eyes and blade as he arcs a swipe at them, the light arcing forward off the blade, slicing through the approaching creatures as they dissipate in light from the area

"...I am hanging out with a pony fighting shadow creature with a magic light sword. My life is a manga, it's official." She looked on, unsure of what to do before realizing that it'd be best if she did nothing

Switchblade coughs lightly, planting his sword into the ground as a wave of light emits from it, he sighs calmly, not noticing the shadow creatures approaching from the air

Dreamscape dives at him, tackling him out of the way at the last second and uses her back leg to knock the sword in front of Switch and her "They're above us!"

As she does this a blur whizzes barely above them, the shadows dissipating as they are hit by it, Switch smiling "Good job, Soul! That's us done here now!" he yells after the blur. He turns to Dreamscape "Pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah its pretty cool, besides the paret where I thought you were going to die." She slowly helps him up, looking over him for injuries

He'd be completely fine "Ah its alright, it's why I have Soul to watch my back, she's a very reliable assistant in this trade."

"Yeah, seems like it. I barely saw her. But you still shouldn't get reckless like that, you're partner mightt not be there one day..." She whispers quietly, looking at the ground

He laughs calmly "And then it will be all my fault. And I would have met a very worthy enemy, as that usually just hospitalises me for a short period."

"I'm not jokig! Just...be careful. If not for your own sake, then for the people who care about you." She looks at him sternly

He doesn't seem too phased by her words, calmly changing the subject "So, earlier you said you are a filly fooler, right? So what exactly is one of those?" he asks

"Hm? Oh, it means I, usually, prefer a mare's company in bed to a stallions." She smiled looking around "Hey...am, uh....am I the only one that feels watched?"

He chuckles "Didn't realise there was a word for that. Moment we start classing somepony as different we can become prejudiced. Watched?" he looks around carefully

"Yeah...watched. Like, by somepony else. It's mking me nervous..."She looked around nervously. On a nerby roof top, a heavily cloaked figure looked down upon him. To any who could sense it, an aura of dark magic seemed bleed from him and into the air.