//------------------------------// // Suits(not a chapter) // Story: Equestrian Law // by East Coast //------------------------------// Deeply inspired by nobreiner's Noblelicious chapter from his story The noble guardians... I give you suits... Thank you NPH... Wherever you are... ________________________________________________________________________________ So... I mean... That was it... It was seriously that... I-I had at least expected some kind of fight... But no... Now I'm left with a whole day free... Turns out though, pyrelight came back from my place in enough time to deliver me my meager earnings from the royal court( cheapskates... please don't send me to the moon!) and that gave me some playing room for bits... I didn't have much to do, the next train to canterlot wasn't coming for at least another two hours. Sooo I had only a hoof-full of things I could do. 1: Hang out with Trix(not the best plan given she doesn't want to go anywhere...) 2: Talk to cherilee(let's set this on the after burner shall we?) 3: Read(reading is good) 4: Dat plot... 5: Do some legal work... 6:Go get coffee... I could use a coffee... 7: Lead the town in a song about my single most favorite thing in the world... Yeah! That last one sounds just skippy! Mystical omnipresent musical accompaniment, if you please! Magna was now magically sitting at a small table toward the audience I know what you're thinking 'Mag, what are ya doing?' Cherilee needs a talk! He pointed to his head with a hoof, made his eyes 'derp' in circles a moment, then looked off warily Yes I wanna see her But no I cant just fly there 'Cuz there's one thing I am not He floated out of the chair and closed his eyes, holding a hoof proudly to his chest To be forgiven would be just fine But I'd like to keep this life of mine It's a truth you can't refute Nothing suits me like a suit Magna took off down the street, looking on several citizens of ponyville, including; a grey mare with bubbles on her flank, a dog, a thundering white pegasus with outrageous muscle structure, a little baby unicorn who was nom-ing on what appeared to be a dish towel, and photofinish doing a shoot in the park with a beautiful fleur de lis posing. At a look they seemed to become magically wrapped in fine clothing Picture a world where all the fillys and foals Are impeccably well dressed That mail mare in a gown with trail That puppy in a double-breast That juiced pegasus with little wings That baby who likes eating things That fashionista who's really cuuuuuuute Nothing suits 'em like a suit! He took to the sky, twirling as he broke the cloud layer and found himself in the air space of cloudsdale Wingsocks I can wear They're oh so debonair The perfect way to snare A mare with testing issues He trotted briskly on the runway of a take-off ramp before shooting below the cloud layer and flying a light circle around Twilight Sparkle In indigo or black Check out this perfect rack- I want to give them a squeeze! He dreamily floated through the window of hit temporary residents and admired the rack of fine clothing designed by Rarity Oh really? It doesn't look better than Trixie~ >Leave it to trixie to kill my buzz< Trixie picked up a letter with the name 'Cherilee' underlined in red What would you do if you had to choose Between your suits and a certain mare? Mag looked at her a moment then pointed to the rack behind him Suits. Trxie floated over a suit, wrapped in her magic, and inspected it, scrutinizing flaws that weren't really there, finally tossing it behind her What would you say If you gave your suits away In return you could grow old with her? Mag dashed(the verb, inspired by the noun)after the suit, catching it before it so much as wrinkled Suits. Carta began a walk downstairs to go back out side. he only took the stairs because Trixie was now in toe... Hoof... Trailing him... What would you prefer For me to call you sir Or a single three-piece suit? Mag rolled his eyes as he walked out the door It's moot. What if you were on your way To endless fame ... Mag stopped and turned to face trixie, waving his front hooves in her face. Abbadabada I'm gonna stop you right there... It's suits. M.C turned and looked condescendingly over his shoulder at his companion Come on, Trixie. Get your head outta your ass. Carta took to the skies and cleared his throught, as he spoke the population of ponvyville flocked to him ahemTwo... Three... Four! The crowd organized into neat rows as the well dressed colt eased down at the head of the rabble Mares will go and Mares will come But there's only one absolute Every Powne on the go needs to know That there's no accepted substitute Magna flew into the window of Sugar cube corner once more, returning with his damaged suit I'm sorry suits, let's make amends My Sunday bests are my best friends! Send casual Friday down the laundry chute The crowd gathered around him took look on the barely damaged suit as magna took to the sky with the rest of the pegasi the whole voice of ponyville rising into the sky with him 'Cuz nothing suits the undisputed oft-saluted Lawyer of repuuuuuuuuute The ponies extended their left front hoof and slowly raised it up Liiiiiiiiiiiike They then switched to the right one Aaaaaaaaaa Above the skies of ponyville, carta winked and held his hooves out with a look in his eye wait for it... At his signal, the wonderbolts tore open the cloud curtain in an aweaspiring display of awesome as magna joined the earth bound rabble of ponyville Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuit! Nothing suits him like aaaaaa~ Suit! Nothing suits him like aaaaaaa~ Suit! >......< >...Awesome...< >I know Right?< >STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!<