The train arrived in Canterlot trainstation with a loud whistle, signaling its passengers to get off. The first two were Motel and Cyclon, both of who were eyed by the nearby characters. Motel took in a deep breath and walked through the city streets without uttering a single word. Streets and buildings of white filled the city, and markets of great sizes attracted everybody there. With a smile, the blue pegasus continued his way through the streets, attracting more attention to him as the frightening appearance of Cyclon caused every passer-by to steer clear. Once the two arrived in front of the gigantic wooden doors of the castle, two guards saluted Cyclon, but did not let him pass.
"Sir?"
"What is it?"
"Who is that blue pegasus next to you?"
"His name is Motel." Cyclon gestured towards the distracted pony.
"And?"
"We sent a message here regarding to his need to speak with General Bullseye. Now step aside."
"But, sir. Even if you have a greater rank than I, I'm still tasked with guarding this door. I just need proof to know if what you are saying is true."
"*sigh*. I sent a letter. It arrived directly in Princess Celestia's hooves. That should be proof enough."
"Sir, I simply can't let you i-"
"WAIT!" one of the guards on the walls yelled. "Is that Cyclon Opal?"
"Yeah! He wants to get through."
"Let him. I just received a letter that he was coming here with a guest to talk with General Bullseye."
"Oh...well I'll let him through then."
The guard kicked a large lever next to the massive doors and backed away.
"Sorry for that, but you know regulations."
"Yes, yes. You were just doing your duty. Keep up the good work, soldier."
"Thank you, sir."
With one final salute, Cyclon smacked the back of Motel's head and invited him inside the castle grounds. The blue pegasi awwed in amazement at this sight. Beautifully crafted bush sculptures, a perfectly cut lawn that stretched from corner to corner, and statues here and there in a garden a bit further away. Motel could just see one that looked like a being of crystal, but he couldn' figure out what it really was. The tainted glass alining the several walls of this gigantic white fortress spread their colors within the interiors of the castle, but Motel couldn't see that. Unfortunately, he was taken around the beautiful building towards some shabby looking barracks.
A few gardener ponies and servants waltzed around everyone, performing the needed tasks for everything to look beautiful. Motel, being somewhat of a playcolt, winked and gestured towards every mare that he found looked pretty or "adorable", only to be scorned by his escort everytime. The guards waiting in front of the barracks saluted the captain and opened the door behind them. Inside, Bullseye was contemplating the map of Equestria. He felt that everything seemed out of place and that the lack of knowledge of this world was a burden to his mind and soul. He would have to send an expedition to discover those brand new parts.
"Sir!" Cyclon announced his prescence.
"Cyclon? So you're back! How is your fillyfriend doing?" the general said as he continued to analyse the map.
"Brjeja...She is NOT my fillyfriend!"
"Not yet, atleast." Motel butted in.
"Hm? Motel? Is that you?"
"Of course it's me! Who did you think it was? A gryphon with the même voix?"
"Stop speaking french. You know that I hate that."
"That's exactly why I do it." Motel smirked while Bullseye approached and gave a strong pat on his back, causing the unicorn to falter a bit.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Can't a friend come see you after all these years? I recall you being a little recruit when we parted paths."
"And I recall you being a purdyboeh who aspired to be a cook or fashion designer. How'd that work out?"
"The cooking was fine, but I quickly got bored and went to designing clothes instead. I'm wandering about, trying to get some inspiration for some designs. I've already got ten thanks to a beautifully magnificent mare I met in Ponyville."
Both Cyclon and Bullseye moaned and face-hoofed.
"Don't you think you should find somepony closer to your age?" Bullseye asked his friend.
"Whatever do you mean. We are both in our thirties, and that perfect sculpture is in her mid twenties."
"Yes. I'm sure she is. Anything else?"
"Two, actually. The first is to tell you that once I'm done with my waltzing, I'll install myself right in here in little Canterlot."
"Little? This place is an impregnable fortress!"
"As I recall, this 'fortress' was nearly conquered by the changelings at one point, no?"
"I apologize for not having been able to lend a hoof, for that matter." Cyclon looked shamefully upon the floor.
"It is not your fault, Cyclon. You are not to blame. As for you, Motel, have you seen any better castles?"
"Indeed I have!" the pegasus stook a leg in the air in pride and joy.
"Do tell." Bullseye mocked.
"Hmph. Ever heard of Swilser Peak?"
"You mean that humongous city in an extremely steep crater surrounded by four thick stone walls and surrounded by two magical layers?" Cyclon spewed.
"That's the one captain."
"Alright, but that's an exception. Now what was the second thing?"
"Doing that."
"Oh. Fine, just for good times."
Bullseye's horn began to glow, and soon, the entire room began to distort and crunch. Motel spread his wings out and began to float slightly above the ground without flapping them. Suddenly, the distortions concentrated around the pegasus' wings, only to explode outwards in a crystal-like rainbow wave. Cyclon clutched his head in shock as confusion reigned supreme in his mind.
"Wh-what was that?" he said as he looked around in shock while clutching his head.
"Nothing. Well then, Bullseye, have a nice day. I'm going to help your captain with sme 'lady troubles'."
"Oh ho. Try not to get an extravagant relationship like Shining Armor and Cadenza." Bullseye kept a mischievous look, making Cyclon do the "nyahnyahnyah" face and pout.
Finally outside the castle and walking along the streets of Canterlot, Motel crocked an eyebrow and looked at his new friend who looked both sad and frustrated.
"Awww. What's the matter? You having some issues on whether or not you want that mare to like you?"
"What? No..."
"Stop averting your gaze. Don't worry. I know a lot about these sort of things." Motel smiled widely.
"Really now? General Bullseye didn't seem too convinced at all about your 'romantic techniques'."
"Hmph. He does not the meaning of l'amour véritable."
"And what do you know about love?"
"Many things. It all depends on the personality and likings of the mare. Seeing as this one is the tom-coltish type, she likes rough things and playing stallion sports."
"I don't think she likes sports."
"Then there are many 'soft' things she might like. Flowers are overused, so she might like something else. Have you learned anything about her?"
"She likes crystals. A lot, and I mean a WHOLE lot! Jewels could work too. She does seem to like the shiny gems and stones."
"Hmmm. So she likes crystals. There should be some in the hills where the diamond dogs are known to be. Does she like an event in particular?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like a party or special area."
"She does like to spend time in nature, mostly where trees are."
"Then you'll have your surprise smooch near a tree. A-la cliché."
"She'll never kiss me. I mean, she had nightmares about kissing me."
"What?! Bahahahaha!" Motel tipped over from laughing, attracting attention to himself.
"That's not funny."
"I beg to differ. Anyways, let's see...she is like a tom-colt, loves crystals, and is a nature lover. She also fears kissing. Mhmm. You'll have to force a surprise kiss on her once you've reached the trees and hope that she doesn't use your skull as a cereal bowl afterwards."
Cyclon stared at the uncaring blue pegasi with wide eyes and an open mouth.
"And that's supposed to reassure me?!"
"No...wait...yes. Yes it is."
"Funny way to do so. Ugh. I wonder what she's doing right now."