//------------------------------// // Ch. 2: Turnabout Clairvoyance (part 1) // Story: The Great and Powerful Ace Attorney // by TundraStanza //------------------------------// --- 2:20 PM Defense Lobby 3 {Sonata's POV} With a hoof, I held my glasses against my face for what had to be the fourth time today. What am I doing? I asked myself. If I get found out, I could be permanently expelled from the courtroom! In a magical grasp, I floated the badge in front of my face for the second time today. I thought my days of deceit and lies were over. Yet, here I am again trying to cover important truths while painfully being able to see them staring me in the face. --- Earlier that same day... 5:30 AM Hay and Stay Hotel Urgh, I couldn't sleep at all last night. I tried turning over in the bed. It was no use. So instead, I opted to stare at the bookshelf across the room. I heard that voice again. I could picture it as clearly as I did a long time ago. I was on the witness stand, completely convinced that I had ended Ace Swift's life. But when it seemed like he was going to win, Phoenix Wright would not back down. He wasn't satisfied with a simple victory. He reached for the truth in its entirety. The whole truth and nothing but the truth... that's what he was after. But that wasn't the part of the memory that was unusual. Right next to him... no, rather inside of him... there was another speaking out to declare my innocence. It was a woman. I didn't understand at all and I still don't. Who was that other soul? How was she there? Why did she look and sound like... me? *Ring* *Ring* Huh? I lifted my head off of my pillow. That's odd. I don't remember giving any pony the number to this room's phone. I sighed while shuffling out of the covers. I guess I might as well find out who is calling. I wasn't getting back to sleep anyway. I was tired, sure, but I could still use basic magic to pull the receiver close to me. "Hello?" "Um, hi. Is there a Ms. Sonata there?" asked the voice from the other side of the line. "Speaking," I replied. "Oh, good! You haven't left yet." It sounded like they breathed into the phone. "I was afraid I'd have to look up a whole string of new numbers just to find you." "Who exactly is this?" I wondered out loud. "Sorry, sorry," the voice apologized. "It's me, Righty Tidy." Righty Tidy? The name sounded familiar, but where did I hear it before? ... Oh! "You're that defendant from a couple weeks ago," I remarked. "But wait, why are you calling me?" "Well..." A long pause followed. What was Righty so worried about saying? "I think Ms. Trixie would be able to explain it better than me. Please, just meet me at the front of the hospital as soon as you can." "Wait, slow down," I interrupted, "I don't understand. What does Trixie...?" But the dial tone was the only noise I could hear. I sighed and closed my eyes. While returning the receiver back to the rotary, I rubbed a hoof against my temple. "By Celestia's mane, what is going on?" I asked the empty room. If Trixie told Righty Tidy to ask for me by name, I guess I might as well humor her by seeing what she wants. --- A warm shower washed away my immediate troubles. --- A slight levitation adjusted my glasses into a comfortable position. Hmm, I thought, Perhaps I should grab the key under the door mat. Call me crazy, but there's a slim chance that some pony might try to take it again. I opened the door to head out, but my hoof landed on something other than mat. When I looked down, I saw a morning paper. Actually, when I got a good panned look around, the entire hall had papers in front of the room doors. That's strange. Usually, they charge the hotel guests for delivering papers... except when there's an article that the manager believes to require vital attention. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to check," I commented as I picked it up and unrolled it. "Extraordinary Story Newspaper" was added to the Court Record. ... The front page article jumped out at me so boldly, that my glasses slid at the angle that my eyes and mouth opened. "Ah... ah... What?" I managed to squeak out. Suddenly, the trip to the hospital seemed much more urgent. I galloped as quickly as I could. --- 6:00 AM Ponyville Hospital "She's in here!" Righty ushered me through the door into one of the rooms. "My word," I whispered. The patient I was looking at was in a pretty beat-up state. Two of her limbs were being hung in white slings. Some areas that weren't covered in bandages looked as black as charcoal and just as charred. Amazingly enough, the majority of the pony's face was in tact. "You took your sweet time getting here," the patient commented. "Trixie, are you okay?" I trotted closer to the bedside. "Spare Trixie the standard question." She coughed. "Did you see the news before you arrived?" I brought my copy of the paper into view and fully opened it. "The Great and Powerful Trixie: Catching Fire. Some Pony Set Her Up the Bomb But Gave Her No Signal." "I don't get why the writer tried to imitate a bad Neighponese accent," Righty piped in. I turned to her with my eyebrow raised. "Sorry," she said while trying to make herself seem smaller. "According to this," I continued, "police have apprehended who they have reasonable suspicion to have started the fiery destruction: Princess Twilight Sparkle." I stowed the paper away. "This is rather hefty." "It's also a big pile of horseapples!" exclaimed Trixie before wincing. "Ow." "You shouldn't move so much, Ms. Trixie," advised Righty, "You have burned tissue all over that needs time to heal." "How can Trixie remain still at a time like this?" Trixie angrily countered. "The authorities are being incompetent morons to point their hooves at Sparkle." Wow, Trixie. I smiled faintly. I didn't know you cared about her. "The only one who can accuse Sparkle of committing a crime is Trixie!" Then again, perhaps 'care' is too strong a word. A sweat drop slid down my head. I fake-coughed. "Righty Tidy said that you'd have an 'explanation' for me when I arrived. What exactly did you want to explain?" Trixie took a deep breath before focusing her attention squarely on me. "As much as Trixie would love to show up in that courtroom and show those nincompoops the error of their ways, even she must admit that she can't instantly recover from broken bones and burn-made bruises." "At least you're showing some humility, medically speaking," I remarked with a smile. "So you're going to knock them down a peg or two in Trixie's stead." I tilted my head and blinked. "Trixie, I hope that explosion you were caught in didn't fry your brain. I'm a prosecution attorney. I don't have the right badge to be any pony's defense." Surprisingly, she smiled. "Trixie thought you would say something along those lines." She gave a nod. I looked back at Righty. She was shuffling around a pocket before presenting its contents with her right hoof. It looked like a crescent moon filled with scattered splotches of all shades of blue. "A defense attorney badge?" I wondered. I turned back to look at Trixie. "Isn't that yours?" "Yes," affirmed Trixie, "but Trixie is letting you borrow it so that you'll 'have the right badge to be any pony's defense', namely Sparkle." I shook my head. "That's not really the main problem. It takes more than a badge to convince ponies that you're the real thing. There are files and records, not to mention several regulations set up to prevent fraudulent practices." "Do you honestly believe all of that bureaucracy?" She raised her eyebrow at me. "The princesses didn't even bother to attach names to these badges." I rubbed my chin. Hmm, that does seem to lack some officiality. Wait, what am I thinking? I shook my head of the corrupted thought. "This isn't up for discussion," I told her bluntly. "Good, then you understand that we don't have time to argue." Trixie coughed again. "Take it and see what you can find." I sighed with exasperation. "You're not listening." She locked her eyes on me, unblinking. "Did you forget the pain you inflicted upon Trixie all of those months ago?" It felt like a jolt of energy forced my legs to each take a step backward. My breath halted as the memory replayed itself. --- "Because unlike everyone else, I know..." The "Great and Powerful" prosecutor's smug look disappeared as shock covered her face. I couldn't help but smile at how easy it was to tear her apart. --- My reaction didn't go unnoticed. "You owe me," Trixie stated. This wasn't her usual facade that I could brush off. She was serious, dead serious. Guilt trip, huh? Plus, you're in an injured state. I gritted my teeth. Clever trap. I sighed, taking the crescent moon from Righty's hoof. "Defense Attorney Badge" was added to the Court Record. "I'll see what I can do." The only sign of irritation I gave her was a slight tap of my hoof against my glasses. I turned to leave. "Oh, and take Tidy with you." "Huh?" I turned my head. "Me?" added Righty. "Technically speaking," continued Trixie, "Righty Tidy is working for the Great and Powerful Trixie in order to pay her debt. By assisting you, she'll be working toward a cause that Trixie desires. So it will still count." "But, who is going to look after you?" Righty wondered. "Are you kidding?" Trixie smiled. "Trixie has the entire staff of this hospital to serve her every whim. She'll be fine." I rolled my eyes. "Well, okay," Righty hesitantly accepted. "If you say so, Ms. Trixie." She trotted over next to me. "Let's go, Ms. Sonata." "All right," I agreed, "but I need to make a quick stop before we do anything else." --- 6:30 AM Hay and Stay Hotel "If I'm going to investigate the crime scene anyway," I reasoned, "I might as well look like I belong there." A few tugs here, a few button snaps there, and an annoying battle with my necktie left me in a dressed up display. Sonata was ready to depart. Oh, great. Trixie's third-person references have rubbed off on me. "Hey look!" exclaimed Righty, "Some pony left a key under this mat." Said key was quickly snatched up by my magical tug. "That would be my key," I informed her. "Oh, sorry." Righty chuckled nervously. "Spare Room Key" was added to the Court Record. Though, she did make up for it by grabbing one of the steaming cups from the tray on her back. She asked a short, muffled question through her teeth. As gently as I could, I levitated the cup out of her mouth into my physical range. "Thank you," I said before taking a slow sip. I welcomed the bitter warmth into my throat. I could tell that this was going to be a long day. --- 6:45 AM The Great and Powerful Trixie Variety Show Currently a burned up mess Celestia was slowly starting to raise the sun. There were only a few insects and birds flying around at this hour. As Righty and I approached the crime scene, I could see a couple of the local police standing around. One appeared to be taking notes. The other stallion was trotting toward us. "Hold it!" he called out, "This area is currently under investigation. Citizens aren't allowed to... oh, Ms. Sonata. Sorry, I didn't recognize you in this light." "Don't worry about it, Copper." I waved a hoof dismissively. "What have you found here?" "Not much, I'm afraid." Copper shook his head. "Whoever was responsible did a pretty bang up job of the place." ... I can never read this guy, I thought while clearing my throat. "In other words, you've basically concluded the same thing that the paper has. An explosion was involved." "Pretty much," he confirmed. "The other colts at the station could probably tell you more, but suspect interrogation isn't my field of expertise." "It's just as well." I shrugged. "Would you mind if I had a look around?" "By all means, Sonata." He raised a hoof as if allowing passage. "If any pony can find something that we overlooked, it would be you." "Oh stop, Copper. You're making me blush." I smiled wryly before trotting a bit closer to the wreckage. "Woah, hold it!" "Huh?" I turned around, but it wasn't me that was being addressed. "Where do you think you're going, ma'am?" asked Copper. "Um... well... uh... n-nowhere." Righty muttered as she backed away slowly. "It's all right, Copper," I called out, "She's with me." "She is?" he echoed. "Hrm, I don't know. Would I get in trouble with the man if I...?" *Crunch!* I turned to look at the noise. The other stallion had exchanged his grasp on his notepad for a grip on a sandwich. "Zincro!" Copper exclaimed. "It's not even noon! You're already taking your lunch break?" He stomped off toward his partner Zincro Neon, probably to discuss a few things. "What just happened?" wondered Righty looking at the officers. "Come along, Righty." I motioned to her. "We've got work to do." "Oh, okay," she replied, quickly trotting over my way. There may have been a travelling cart here at one point. But it was difficult to see that now. Pieces of floor boards and singed curtains were everywhere. A couple springs attached to broken spheres and stars were lying around as well. It was a mess, for lack of better words. "Who would do something like this... and why?" murmured Righty. "Hopefully, we'll be able to find a lead to those answers," I replied. "Crime Scene" was added to the Court Record. "Ow!" Righty cried out. She yanked her hoof away from whatever she had shouted about. "What happened?" I quickly inquired. "I stepped on something really sharp." She whimpered. Sharp? I looked down at the spot that she was pointing to. Several shards of a translucent green glimmered faintly in the morning sun. Are these glass shards? They look like they were recently broken as opposed to old and weathered. One of them is large enough to curve around something. I'd better hold onto this. "Large Glass Shard" was added to the Court Record "Let's see what else is here," I said, "Just watch where you step." "Yeah, no kidding." Righty smiled to fight off the pain. We wandered around the debris slowly. Anything besides the burned wreckage would've helped. But, that's basically all there was. There was very little, if anything, to find here. How the Princess got targeted as the prime suspect was beyond me. "Wait, Ms. Sonata." I turned my head. "What's up? More glass?" "No, but there's something under that wood that looked out of place," she answered. Under that wood? When I saw what she was pointing at, there was a piece of burned and cracked wood. I levitated it slightly to the side to get a better look at what Righty had seen. "Is that... a piece of string?" I asked. It kind of looked like string, but a black line spiraled around it. That was a bit of an odd way for string to burn. Something else smelled funny about this find, literally. "Ugh." Righty put a hoof over her nose. "What is that smell?" I sniffed. "I'm not certain, but it smells kind of like... hard liquor." "Hard liquor?" echoed Righty. "Who dips string in hard liquor?" "I don't know, but this may be an important find." I held the string nearby. "Spirally Burned String" was added to the Court Record. "Wait a minute," I muttered. "Huh? What is it, Ms. Sonata?" "Before we continue looking," I said while turning to face Righty, "it might be a good idea to piece together what we have so far." "Oh, yeah." Righty perked up. "That's a great idea!" She then blinked a couple of times. "How do we do that?" "If there's a connection between two pieces of evidence," I explained, "a logical line of reasoning should be able to combine them into something more useful and informative." I floated the example evidence into view. "For instance, we know that there was an explosion and fire that destroyed most of this travelling stage and house. Normally, that wouldn't be enough to figure out the cause. However, this large shard of glass seems to curve around, like the way glass does around a bottle. Additionally, this burned piece of string reeks of alcohol. Alcohol, when in a high enough concentration, is quite flammable. There is a weapon I know of that utilizes a string dipped in a bottle of alcohol for the very purpose of starting a fire." Eureka! "A molotov cocktail," I concluded. "Large Glass Shard" was removed from the Court Record. "Spirally Burned String" was removed from the Court Record. "Molotov Cocktail Remains" was added to the Court Record. "Wow," Righty commented, "You're amazing, Ms. Sonata." "Well, don't get too excited," I insisted, "This is an educated guess right now." "Still, it's something I never would have guessed." Her eyes were filled with twinkles. I rubbed my hoof along the back of my neck in sheepishness. Storing the evidence away for later, I looked around the scene a bit more. "Let's keep looking," I requested. There wasn't a whole lot of ground left to cover. Aside from the grass that Copper and Zincro Neon were standing on during their argument, we had pretty much scanned everything that was nearby. Although, there was a small tree at the far end of the wreckage that had somehow avoided a scratch. "Hmm." I slowly trotted over while checking my steps. Fortunately, there was a distinct lack of glass shards in this direction. "That's kind of pretty," commented Righty. "Huh? What is?" I asked. "At the shore of the sea of ashes, one sapling of hope continues to grow." I stared at her with my mouth open. That was... profound. I'm not sure how long it was until Righty realized that I was staring at her. "What's wrong, Ms. Sonata?" I shook my head. "N-Nothing." I quickly made my way toward the sapling. There was something fuzzy flapping about on the end of one of its branches. Focusing on that 'fuzz', I magically brought it closer into view and held it still. "Uh-oh," I muttered. "What's the matter?" asked Righty. "I think I might have found a reason why Princess Twilight is at the top of the suspect list." "Lavender Mane Lock" was added to the Court Record. --- 7:15 AM Detention Center They're not going to let me in there. My breathing was consistent, but it was too shallow. These same guards have seen me for that six-month period when I spent hard time for those smaller crimes. I held up Trixie's badge. Somehow, my hoof didn't shake nearly as much as my nervousness should have shaken it. I shouldn't have let Trixie guilt-trip me. This will never work. Worst of all, I've used up all of my chances to take the bar exam. As soon as they catch me here, I can kiss my career goodbye. Celebrity manager? What's that? "Permission granted," was spoken in two voices, "You may enter." This was the most vivid dream I had ever had. No wait, I was awake. That was definitely real pain in my ankle when I kicked it against the door. Additionally, it was real constriction that I felt against my neck. Why did I ever think that a necktie was a good accessory choice? Well, no point in worrying about the past, I thought. Let's have a chat with the "prime suspect". When it came to detainees soon to be placed on trial, the guards allowed no one to visit aside from lawyers. With that being the case, I asked Righty to meet me back near the entrance after roughly twenty minutes. Hopefully, that would give me enough time to get some answers. Sometimes, word of mouth is more valuable than physical evidence. "Sonata?" The pony on the other side of the glass looked surprised. "Princess Twilight," I addressed her with a nod. "What are you doing here?" she asked while blinking. "Oh, right. You said you were a prosecutor back when we first met. Uh, did you need to gauge my look of guilt before charging me in court?" I held up the crescent moon. "The opposite actually." "A defense attorney's badge?" Her wings sprang open. "How'd you get that?" "Shhh!" I rapidly looked back and forth to make sure no pony else was in the immediate vicinity. "I can't let all of Equestria hear you say stuff like that. I'm..." I sighed. "Trixie's taken up defense jurisdiction. I'm doing a favor for her." Twilight's wings went flat as her ears drooped. "Trixie? Let me guess. She still holds a grudge against me and thinks I'm getting exactly what I deserve." Actually, she still holds a grudge against you but thinks that only she can give you what you deserve. "Surprisingly, no." I shook my head. "To paraphrase her words from earlier this morning, she's actually worried about you and wants to prove your innocence." Her eyes and ears perked up at that. "Really?" I nodded. "I've seen through her facade before. I can still see her feelings. Even if she won't admit to it verbally, she cares about you, Twilight." "Then, maybe there's hope for her yet." Twilight smiled. We shared a round of chuckles. I cleared my throat. "As much as I'd like to catch up with you, Princess, that isn't why I'm here. I need to talk to you about the events that transpired most recently, namely the crimes of assault and destruction against Trixie and her property." She understood my seriousness. "All right. Where do we begin?" "Let's get one of the larger topics out of the way," I proposed. "Why would the police ponies arrest one of Equestria's princesses before any pony else that they may suspect?" Twilight sighed. "It's probably because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time." ---{Twilight's flashback} I had heard that Trixie came back to Ponyville after all this time. I thought that maybe we could try to patch things up, or at least reduce the tension between us. So, I made preparations to visit her as soon as I could find an opening in my schedule. But when I showed up, there was an inferno where there should have been a traveller's cart. I tried the best spell that I could think of to put the flames out, but the damage had already turned most everything to rubble. I never got the chance to properly check on Trixie's condition. At that moment, police were already paranoid and apprehended the most likely suspect who had just finished a magical discharge. --- "Being royalty does not automatically wipe away potential criminal activity," she concluded. I guess her presence explains why the lock of her mane was found on the scene, I thought with closed eyes. "How is Trixie doing right now?" Twilight asked. "She's a bit burned and has a couple broken limbs," I admitted while looking at her, "but her ego is still at full health." The princess sighed contentedly. "She's okay then. That's a relief." "Is there anything else that you can remember from that time?" I asked. She tilted her head. "Anything else?" "For example, did you see any pony else in the area before you saw the flames?" "Um..." Did I just see her horn blink? The sound of metal grinding against metal filled my ears. I nearly jumped out of my seat from the sudden noise. What I saw nearly made me jump again. Chain link cables grew out of thin air and obfuscated my view. All of a sudden, they stopped moving. Two red boxes with golden keyholes slammed down onto the cross-sections between the chains. I couldn't even blink at the bizarreness of it all. "Nope, I definitely didn't see any pony else there," Twilight kept speaking as if the peculiar chains and boxes between us weren't even there. I tried tugging my glasses off and rubbing my eyes, but I still saw chains. "Twilight, what is all of this?" She raised an eyebrow. "What's all of what?" I traced one of the chains with a motion from my hoof. "These chains! They're everywhere! How can you not see them?" "Ch-Chains?" Her expression suddenly switched from confused to worry. "And locks?" "So you do know that they're there!" I surmised. "Quick, change the subject," she requested. "I'm not dropping this until you explain to me what's going on!" I slammed a hoof on the counter. "Please, Sonata, just trust me," she pleaded. She wants me to change the subject even though there's this equivalent of an "elephant in the room". What the hay am I supposed to say? "Um, uh, how's the weather in there?" I stumbled over the words. ... No more chains, no more lock boxes... It was just Twilight and me on opposite sides of the speaking window. "The temperature's okay," she answered, "though I wish they would add a bit of humidity. The air in here is a little too dry for my liking." I sighed while straightening my glasses. "Okay, what the heck was all of that?" "I can't be entirely certain," she responded, "but I think you just witnessed a type of magic called 'psycho-locks'." "And just what are 'psycho-locks'?" I prodded. "They're... well... a kind of gauge of a pony's secret." She shuffled her hooves around in front of herself. "The more locks you see, the more you have to show that pony before they'll be willing to give up or reveal their secret. But, I had no idea that you were capable of that kind of magic." "Neither did I," I commented. "I've never heard of any magic that takes secrets and creates such a dynamic picture in the eyes of the one seeing them." "You probably wouldn't have found it no matter how hard you looked." Twilight shook her head. "As far as I can tell, that magic originated from Phoenix's world." "He has that kind of magic, but he was surprised when he saw basic levitation?" I tilted my head in confusion. "For whatever reason," Twilight continued, "his magic doesn't work with the same mana that yours or mine does. In fact, he had a charm called a Magatama that specifically channeled the 'secret' spell. I only discovered it by accident when I held it in my own magical field." She held a hoof to her chin. "But, it wore off of me in less than a day. There shouldn't be any of that spell left." I'm not sure if this has anything to do with it, but... "When I asked you about seeing any pony else," I recalled, "I noticed a split-second blink of light coming off your horn. Perhaps the spell isn't so much gone so much as... sleeping?" "I suppose there's a slight possibility, though I could have sworn that it was in the negligible uncertainty." "You can't always rule out the smallest chance," I reminded her. "I guess that's true," she conceded, "if you really did see the psycho-locks." What would happen if I asked her again? "Twilight, did you see any pony else during that time you saw the fire?" This time, I didn't jump. The startling noises of chains grinding and locks snapping were reduced to an annoying status. "No." Twilight shook her head. "I didn't see any pony else there." Why are they called 'psycho-locks' anyway? I crossed my front hooves. I doubt that they're limited to appearing on psychopathic ponies. They're a gauge of willingness to tell. They're more like... psyche-locks. I sighed. In any case, it looks like I'll need to show two key items if I want Twilight to tell me what she's hiding. I don't think anything I have on hoof will be enough to start a conversation about who she saw. I'll have to come back later. At least she already gave me a rough testimony regarding what she was doing at the time of the crime. I felt that it was trustworthy enough to believe that she was innocent of the crimes with which she was being charged. It was a start at least. This time, I didn't need to feel awkward asking a bad small talk topic. The psyche-locks disappeared just before I spoke again. "Princess Twilight," I declared, "I, Sonata, make a vow to accept this case and prove that you are innocent." "Wait," she interjected, "what happened to not letting Equestria hear stuff about you changing jurisdiction?" I chuckled while letting the light glint from my glasses. "Trixie's not the only pony capable of calling in favors. I made a call of my own. A 'friend' of mine will ensure that the chosen judge will be as unfamiliar with me as possible. As for every pony else in the courtroom, they forget our national heroes' names on a regular basis. It won't take much for them to forget which side of the court I'm supposed to stand on." "Oh." Twilight blinked. Then, she smiled. "Well then, I accept you as my lawyer and give you my full confidence as a defendant... on one condition." "What's that?" I blinked. "This princess requests that you stop calling her 'Princess'." I chuckled. "Fair enough, Twilight." --- 7:45 AM Detention Center Entrance "Ms. Sonata, there you are!" Righty Tidy trotted over as soon as I had passed the guards again. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Righty," I apologized. "Oh, it's no problem at all," she insisted as she grabbed something else. "Here, I got you an egg and lettuce croissant. I didn't know if you'd be hungry or not." The sight of the breakfast sandwich must have caused a chain reaction in my body. Next thing I knew, my stomach was gurgling like an angry forest critter. "Thank you," I said as I floated the croissant over and started munching it down. Although, I paused after the third swallow. "I was under the impression that you were strapped for cash." "That's as far as my debt to Ms. Trixie," Righty said, "I got a job last week at the hardware store to earn small, spendable amounts." "Ah." I nodded in understanding. --- 2:25 PM Defense Lobby 3 "Miss Sonata?" The voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I returned to the reality of the defense lobby. Hastily, I refastened the defense pin to my suit. I pretended to readjust my glasses while clearing my throat. "Yes, Righty?" I replied. Righty wiped her hoof along the floor. "I... wanted to apologize for being so rude the first time I talked to you." "Huh?" I blinked. "You're still worried about that? You ought to let that go and move on. Regret is only useful if you learn from it." She looked up and smiled. "Y-You're right. Thanks." "Would the defense party please enter the courtroom at this time?" asked one of the guards. I stood up and looked at Righty and Prin-... er... Twilight. "Let's make the legal magic happen." "You may want to work on that catchphrase," remarked Twilight. "Yeah, it's a little short of 'fantastic'," added Righty. "Every pony is a critic." I sighed. --- Game Saved