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Post by bygoneera on Nov 23, 2011 12:29:49 GMT -5
Bygone was taken by surprise at Klepto's seeming reluctance to show his bag's contents. That little filly had said it pretty well, but... Klepto seemed like such a nice guy! There was no way he could be anything like that...
"Hold on, I'm sure there's been some kind of mistake. Klepto here wouldn't steal anything, I'm sure of it! Right, Klepto? the brown pony asked, turning to the golden-haired one, looking for confirmation.
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Post by danielalaverne on Nov 23, 2011 15:44:51 GMT -5
((OOC: How could I forget about this here, again?))
Action Shot, head of Revelations Primo, Morrow knew something about the stallion appeared familiar to her and yes, there it was! Didn't he direct When the Dragon Breathes Fire or so? At least I'm sure he wasn't an actor... and he seems to be a camera pony. This was when the long-maned pony helped her up - funny, he never seemed to get entangled into his long flowing hair, how did ponies do that? Probably only Celestia knew.
"Thanks, no worries- We're fine", she brought those words together once she was back on her hooves and indeed, a content chirping from above told her that her pet bird agreed, most noticeable by sitting on her hat again. "Everypony can get a bit excited about- Oh, you're welcome-" Whoa, that pony sure was excited about the information she had given him. The delivery Pegasus had no idea about how movie ponies were like when not in front of a camera, or behind it, but judging by this one it certainly was much action. She giggled silently in thoughts. Action, of course, like in his name!
And truly, just as that gave away, he was trotting away already the very same moment, leaving Morrow in the crows behind. Now, that wasn't something she was used to, being inactive - unless it was really late afternoon or even later, when she got tired. She didn't quite have her early morning energy, but enough to follow an overly excited movie director, and if not, she still had Singasong. She just knew birds like her must have another sense for things.
That pony sure likes to talk, she thought, amused, but then corrected the course of her own train of thoughts, It probably comes with the job. It's not like he tells me how to make deliveries either... Besides, this looks like a documentary, better not interrupt... Still, she was curious to see what Action would find, after all she didn't run all the way earlier to be left in the dark.
?! Morrow looked around alarmed as she heard something falling, but the lack of a reaction by her pet black bird and the camera pony pointed out that it wasn't any mystery pony, but- a pocket watch?
She still listened quietly to the stallion's monologue, but then eventually decided to chip in, "I mean to remember there is a shop like that down Gallop Lane, 5th Ave, doing all kinds of fancy things, like pocket watches, monocles-" She was never too interested in that kind of things. Monocles were just, odd, in a funny way and she had no idea why her father insisted in wearing one. Now a pocket watch could be nice, yet she had no pockets, and a good sense for time.
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Post by mafipulater on Nov 24, 2011 16:31:41 GMT -5
Sea returned Klepto's smirk with one of her own. Well, if the Grey Shadow was at least half as suave as Klepto was...
Wait, where did all these other ponies come from?
There was that one unicorn who was yelling at them earlier about a sousaphone or whatever. Then there was another unicorn who looked like quite a young filly. Finally, an earth pony with a badge on his flank came up asking to see Klepto's bag. Sea immediately took a disliking toward him. Ugh, a pig's here?... Guess it would make sense though, with all these robberies.
"Okay, well, this little filly over here is right about one thing," Sea said, motioning toward the young white unicorn. "This guy with the badge on his butt over here is definitely a pig." Sea glared at the officer. "But look here, sir, you're making a mistake. Klepto ain't no crook." Sea used a tone of mild annoyance with the officer, but avoided sounding overly harsh. Though she was distrustful of any person in a position of power (after all, what gives this officer a right to butt into their business?), she wasn't going to needlessly cause any trouble with him.
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Post by delavegaprimo on Nov 25, 2011 1:45:53 GMT -5
((OOC: From what I recall, posting order does not matter here in this thread according to Red, I will be rejoining and hopefully I can contribute some progress to enlighten this thread, eh?))
He propped his glasses up higher onto his face with a hoof as he further examined the pocket watch he had found. The details of the watch itself included a carved design of an olive tree that was so finely detailed, the trunk and the branches even had etched lines. An olive tree? What the hay could that mean? Thinking back to his days back when Revelations Primo had been Bits and Brags Productions, Action remembered studying the finer points of film making and such as how to depict symbolism in a visual medium. This information had usually been obtained in books and from what he could recall, one of the books had been called Common Thematic Elements in Equestrian Cinema.
Then it hit him. The olive was considered a symbol of glory, pureness, and power among other things. The connection was clear: this watch did belong to a wealthy pony after all. But who would associate themselves with an olive tree? Did they have a large plantation of olives for olive oil? Was this pony an egotistical individual? Why would the watch be hidden in the first place? Was somepony simply paraspriting? Action only had half the facts and most of his deductions only led to more conundrums.
His thoughts were, however, interrupted by the chime in of a soft voice, my none other than Morrow Rose:
"I mean to remember there is a shop like that down Gallop Lane, 5th Ave, doing all kinds of fancy things, like pocket watches, monocles-" She cut off suddenly, as if she had said too much. Action turned around and inhaled deeply, collecting his rational thoughts as best as he could so he could apply them to the situation at hoof.
"...A shop that specializes in fancy accessories such as these? Hmm, I think you may be onto something there Miss Rose...I'm just completely confused on this whole thing regarding this watch. Why here of all places?" He thought of the footage remembering that Morrow had been chasing after this mysterious pony who disappeared without a trace. He tapped his chin with a hoof, still looking at Morrow, then cocked his head sideways.
"Miss Rose...would you mind taking me over to this shop? I mean, I don't know if they're open, but it surely help if I could get some information regarding this whole matter. I apologize if I sound demanding, but it seems the more I try to film this documentary, the fishier circumstances become...also, the figure you were chasing, did he-or-she run into somepony who was wealthy?"
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Post by flatfoot on Nov 25, 2011 9:53:02 GMT -5
The officer snorted hot air from his nostrils, and pointed a hoof in the direction of Sea Swell. "See here, Missy. You're addressin' the regular beat cop on this little street, Flatfoot's the name, an' if I dinnae have a real crime on me hoves at th' moment I'd run yeh right by the station for bein' an insubordinate!" He re-directed his pointed hoof, this time in the direction of Penn's shop, which still had the shattered window.
"Ye want t' know why I'm suspicious? Jus' look over yonder. I heard a crash just a moment ago, turned right around and saw th' window had bueen busted. I didn't catch anyone enterin' or leavin' the vicinity, but with this crowd, it would be easier t' try to blend than make a speedy getaway. Now, the shop over there is a music shop, therefore whatever was taken had to include quite a few music items including the CD this gentleman just flashed among th' croud."
Flatfoot's hoof of accusation pointed towards Klepto. "...Who jus' happens to be a pony dressed in all black with a black mask as a cutie mark. Yeh think I was born yesterday, yeh sticky-fingered little foal? Probably tryin' to take advantage of this whole Grey Menace hooplah t' boot. Well....Even if a master thief like 'at COULD exist, he'd never do somethin' as amateur as throw a brick through a window..."
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Post by danielalaverne on Nov 26, 2011 21:02:09 GMT -5
Oh dear, did I interrupt his movie making... research... He sure looks quite surprise- Of course, silly, he didn't see you stand there, lurker..., her thoughts raced, ending up in a circle. Morrow Rose put on her most friendly helpful smile, just with a spoonful of good intentions and a seasoning of just wanting to help. In fact didn't she just want to? Oh, and she was curious, very much so!
Probably it was time to be just honest, "Sorry if I startled you there, I just wanted to see if you can find something else about that mystery pony... And when you found that watch, that was what popped up in my mind." The delivery Pegasus looked around herself, while the stallion was apparently pondering about the pocket watch, still.
More to herself, and her pet bird, less to anypony else she spoke out her thoughts, while wandering along the walls around, tapping against bricks with the tips of a wing. "Of course this can be a coincidence, after all, the Grey Menace, if it's him, took this path maybe just because I followed him? Maybe the watch is an own story, of it's own? Then again, what else do we have..."
She looked back to Action Shot, just in the moment as he cocked his head sideways and it hit her, that he must have been looking at her all the time. Of course, a movie pony would always have an eye on everything, it came with the job to pay attention. She made sure to look after how she acted, more, but was just as sure, if something happened, maybe silly, it would anyhow. That was life.
"Sure thing, Mr Shot- Hm, tell you what, since we investigate in this together, you can call me Morrow", now didn't that sound just like in one of the classic old adventure novels and movies? She always wanted to say it like that. It would have been nice of course if this were more like those stories.
"Well, running in me wouldn't really count as running into somepony wealthy, but there was a crowd of fancy dress- er wealthy looking ponies on that street then. No idea where TGS's been before that." The Grey Shadow... Still, the idea alone...
"I mean, it's the Grey Shadow, we have incredible luck we found that much so far. TGS's no amateur. Now, uh", she waved the stallion with a wing to come and follow her, "'Everything With Chains', sure I can show you the way there, it's just been a while since I've been there- My-", she added hesitating, "My father's wearing a monocle, that's why I know it. I know, that sounds a bit odd, but we all have our quirks..."
She brought up a selfconfident smile as she started leading the other pony to where the shop had been last time.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Nov 30, 2011 18:28:45 GMT -5
"Look, look, look," Klepto said, interrupting the police pony at the first chance he had. "I'm sure you'd love to spend all day making accusations and what-not, Flatfoot, but if you were really a police pony I'm sure you'd be more concerned with other things at the moment. So how about instead of standing around here we... uh..." Klepto looked around for a few seconds until his eyes landed on Bygone. "We... try to find the real culprit here, this Grey Shadow fella," he said, turning back to Flatfoot. "And when we do find him, you'll see that he's the one responsible for this little smash and grab. And then you can stop accusin' me so much."
"In fact, we should probably split into groups to maximize our efficiency." Klepto then looked down at the young unicorn who had butted in on the two's exchange. "You should probably go with the filly here. That way you can can change each other's diapers." He then remembered the shop owner, somepony else he'd probably want to keep away from himself for a while, and nodded his head towards the older unicorn before continuing. "And he can tag along too. And while you three are searchin' over there somewhere, us three," he said, referring to himself, Sea, and Bygone, "Will go over here somewhere."
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Post by splatterpaint on Dec 1, 2011 0:12:38 GMT -5
Splatterpaint listened to the conversation taking place, fascinated. Although she felt quite small around these older ponies, she felt more confidence, especially when the other ponies had said that she had a point. She also felt that it was a good idea to split into groups to search for the theif, if it wasn't the orange pony. Splatterpaint was almost bursting with joy when she was included in a search party. But when she heard the rest of the pony's words about her, she got angry. Her eyes widened in outrage and she exclaimed furiously,"Diapers?! Exactly how old do you think I am? What gives you the right to go around insulting other ponies? I'm a lot older than I look, so I suggest that you refrain from making rude remarks like that!" She knew it was impolite of her to speak that way to an adult, but she had always been sensitive about the fact that she looked so young, so she couldn't help herself. She was shaking with fury for a few more seconds after saying what had been on her mind, but eventually stood still. As much as she was offended by the pony's words she was still looking forward to finding the thief, so she knew she couldn't stay angry for long.
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Post by flatfoot on Dec 2, 2011 12:48:22 GMT -5
Flatfoot craned his neck back and snorted again from his nostrils. The male pony in black was hiding something, but he was right about one thing: he couldn't prove he was the one who smashed the window. He was at an impasse, and he needed more leverage to get this, Klepto, gaught red hoofed.
Listening to Kelpto's suggestions though, Flatfoot formulated a plan. He grinned though his eyes were still narrowed. "Awwright 'en, let's do it your way. Come along Ms. Paint, we'll get to the bottom of this." Yep, Flatfoot knew Splatterpaint. Anyone who regularly patrolled this street knew of the impetuous young pony artist. Flatfoot was intending to go with Splatters so he could keep an eye out for this criminal, though he was pretty sure who this criminal was and he was already looking at him....
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Post by mafipulater on Dec 3, 2011 1:42:30 GMT -5
Sea glared at the officer, blood beginning to boil. She didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble, but boy was he making it tempting...
She was glad to hear Klepto suggest they look for the Grey Shadow instead, though, and snickered at his insult. It gave her a chance to calm down before she could give into the temptation.
Though she couldn't help but make at least one last snarky remark toward the cop.
"That was what we were gonna do before you came butting into our business, anyway. Doing your job for you," she said, not having any intention whatsoever to turn in The Grey Shadow to the police, even if she found him. No way was she going to give that pig any help...
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Post by penndixon on Dec 5, 2011 6:29:02 GMT -5
Penn nodded, feigning agreement. As he left the vicinity, he kept his eye on the group that the colt with the bag had joined. His determination would not be broken so easily. His suspicions were shared by a fellow colt, and this so-called merchant was selling things that could only be found in Penn's shop. All of his products had a tag that was removed upon being purchased, and if he could find one thing in that bag that still had the tag, he could call his search done and good before lunchtime.
He galloped away, running around the nearest building and waited, walking along a block away, anticipating the groups' progress as he walked, his eyes peering through the alleyways to the block he had just left. His eyes were glued on that colt as he walked, with a stare of suspicion and harsh judgement.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Dec 7, 2011 17:22:31 GMT -5
Klepto looked down at the young unicorn again upon hearing her outburst. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you stopped eating off the kiddy menu last week and everything. Anyways, you three have fun. We'll be over here, doing important Grey Menace catchin' stuff." With that, Klepto turned around and began trotting in the other direction, expecting Bygone and Sea Swell to follow him.
"Sheesh, I thought I'd never get rid of them," he muttered under his breath once out of earshot. After making his way a short distance, Klepto checked behind him to see whether Flatfoot, the filly, and the shop owner had left yet. He was about to turn back around, but spotted the shop owner watching him from within one of the alleyways. "Uh... quick! Look like you're searchin' for clues or something," he said to Sea and Bygone. Trotting over to a small pile of garbage bags on the side of the road, Klepto tore open one of the bags and began sifting through its contents with his hoof. "C'mon. I want to try to get that shop owner to stop watchin' us all suspicious-like."
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Post by delavegaprimo on Dec 11, 2011 4:25:07 GMT -5
He tucked the pocket watch into his saddlebag and double-checked to see if he had gotten all of his equipment. After checking his bags, Action nodded in approval as Morrow gave a reassuring smile of self-confidence. The two of them began to walk to the shop. Walking out of the alleyway, they made their way back to the main street where everypony was still around. The throngs of private investigators and Manehattan denizens were now gathered into collective groups. It seemed Action and Morrow weren't the only ones with the idea to create a party and begin looking for the Gray Shadow. After all, he wasn't going to be found by just standing around. They passed by other ponies as well, such as the aristocrats. They hadn't calmed down as much as the others -- many of them were clinging onto what belongings they currently had, shifting their eyes in paranoia. Some of them tried going about their daily lives and tried to get into the closed shops. But overall they're collective mentality seemed to all have something in common: their dislike of the middle class. As Action and Morrow passed a group of some formally-dressed wealthy mares, one of them dressed in what seemed to be an outfit for the Wonderbolts Derby rushed to one her friends and began whispering frantically in her ear while giving disapproving glare at Action. Wow, tough crowd. Guess they're not used to seeing a stallion with a long mane...such conservatives. This was the first time that Action had encountered this sort of behavior. He had always been too busy with work to notice being mocked by the general public. This moment felt so surreal, Action couldn't help but toss his head back and laugh. "You wealthy types are so uptight!!! Ha ha ha---" His laughter carried across the city and the mares simply pouted in disgust and others blew raspberries. This took away from the seriousness of the situation, giving him a chance to relax a little. "Oh, Morrow! This was a delightful idea for us to stick together! I'm looking forward to meeting your father. The wealthy society of Manehattan is quite entertaining. I really love this whole archaic feel! Maybe I should write a satirical film exploiting the fanciful ways of our top ponies? What do you think?!" Action's excitement had given him the drive to film once more. He took out his camcorder once more and began to record, focusing his lens ahead of him looking towards the road with Morrow in frame: Well, it seems after finding the pocket watch, the petite pegasus has introduced herself as "Morrow." She has given me some useful information regarding somepony who can decipher the origins of this pocket watch and help me figure why it was stored in the alleyway in the first place. The watch itself is also interesting because it has an olive tree engraved into it...a symbol of power and prosperity. We are heading to a shop on 5th Avenue and by the looks of it -- Action began to pan his camcorder around. He focused in on the various search parties that had formed. He also took footage of "Lantern," Sea Swell, and the glasses-wearing unicorn going through the garbage bags. His lens also glanced over a stern pony with a police badge for a cutie mark accompanied by a small, white unicorn. Action also spotted another pony running out of frame into a nearby alley. He readjusted the camera back to its original focal point and continued to narrate: -- we are not the only ones who are looking for clues. There seems to many parties led by an investigator or a charismatic individual of sorts as the search for the Gray Shadow continues. The aristocrats seem to be uncomfortable with this predicament at hoof...so much that they're sneering at the commonfolk of Manehattan. When Morrow and I make our way to the shop, I will interview the shopkeeper to get this pocket watch fiasco straightened out. It is now about 10 AM on Day 1. Action Shot, out.
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Post by splatterpaint on Dec 11, 2011 11:12:31 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry for taking so long!)
Splatterpaint nodded at Flatfoot, still glaring at Klepto in dislike. She watched Klepto walk away with the other ponies before turning to Flatfoot, "So what's your plan Flatfoot?" she was well aware that the police pony had a plan, and she was wanting to here it. Although she had plenty of ideas in her head, she knew that they would all most likely fail. Instead, even though she disliked the idea, she would have to go along with whatever Flatfoot had in mind if she wanted to catch the Grey Shadow, whether the Grey Shadow was Klepto or not.
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Post by flatfoot on Dec 12, 2011 13:42:40 GMT -5
Flatfoot leaned his neck forward to the height of the filly artist and murmured. " 'at Klepto over there is a crook. He's as obvious as a won-ton on a weddin' cake. But he thinks he's got an edge on me with this whole "Grey Shadow" business. He's cocky, he's confident. But pretty soon 'e's gonna make a mistake, and we'll jus' be on guard fer when he commits a crime he can't jus' simply deny...."
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