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Scootaloo, she doesn't whine like Applebloom plus her mad Scooter skills beats Sweetie Belle and her singing

Leaving until April. Busy with schoolwork and other stuff. Only posting in the Ponywalk thread.

The manager gave Colturnius the price. The violist paid it and full and handed him a extra piece of paper with an image and a number on it. "Thank you for your quick service. I would say I'd use your services again, but I'm on tour. I will most certaintly bring this outfit along, or atleast have it shipped to where I plan to be performing. Mail services in Equestria are becoming ever more effecient I hear. Anyway, that there is a ticket to my violin concert tomorrow night. I invite you to come. Backstage passes are a little hard to get. Mostly they fall into the hands of young mares." He chuckled. Colturnius took his straw hat off, showing his messy mane that mares would love, and thanked the proprieter.

The blue unicorn began to get the strings. "No, sir. I'm apt to change the strings myself, thank you." Colt tried to drumb up some conversation. "Where were you before you set up your shop in Canterlot? Must've come from a good family to do business here."

"Well, you never can go wrong with a red tie! Or so they say. I have several in many different materials, and patterns. Have a look around and when you're done, I'll meet you at the register." said the shop owner. The pony walked away to help the other costumer while Colturnius chose his pick. All the different styles and patterns fluttered his mind. Neck or bow? Silk or cotton? Colturnius chose the cotton bow tie and trotted his way over to the register with his chosen apparel.

traveling Feb 10-12 wont be on till monday

Colturnius walked into the Canterlotian store, hoping to get his violin fixed in a jiffy. The bells on the door jingled wildly as he rushed in. "Excuse me!" Colturnius rasped. "Can you fix strings on hand? My performance is only in a few hours in the Grand Stable Theatre. I must get this fixed otherwise I will not be able to perform." That last part was obvious, no string means an entire ensemble of notes gone. "I have money on hand and a good knowledge of what I need."

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Colturnius began to levitate the waist coat, put the sleeves through his hooves, and began to button it. He perked his head up and said, "I don't know. What color do you think would look good with this?" He looked down. The waist coat seemed to fit him just fine. "Any idea of the cost?"

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The manager walked over. "Welcome to the Perfect Fit! My name is Cross-Stitch, the owner. How may I help you on this lovely evening?" He tilted his head to the side as he finished his question, his mane followed suite and waved lightly as he moved. Colturnius blinked is eyes, trying to remember what he needed. "Yes, I have a show tomorrow night and I was hoping you had these things near ready. I can make adjustments need be." he caught his breath and began to imagine the clothes. "A need a tweed coat. You know, the homespun wool stuff woven together. A chevron pattern would be swell. Brown in color will suffice. And a yellow wastcoat. To go under. Have anything like that? And do you do things like ties and hankerchiefs?" Colturnius blinked, tilting his head and waiting for the pony's reply.

The Old Republic Era is already mostly set. It's mostly based on comic series and short stories, Not as many big books as the New Republic. For information, I would recommend Wookiepedia. Anyway, I would love this. Though the movie plot would be somewhat overused. Perhaps Sith retreated to the planet that houses Equestria to escape the Republic armada and begin setting influences there. Just an idea.

Welcome to Canterlot!

Colturnius entered the newly opened tailer shop, escaping most of the noise of the capitol outside. The store wa still buzzing but he didnt have time to wait. Colt was hired to play in Canterlot in a concert and he had to look nice, or atleast he cared to look nice. Yet on the long traveling road, there isn't much time to keep track of clothing. As always, he resorted to fiding the nearest tailer and purchasing something there, make the shop owner's day, where it at the one event, and throw it out. The room Colt was in had different outfits on their usually display dummies about, mostly near the windows for shopgoers to see. 3 other ponies sat in the room, one wearing freshly made garbs, another modeling a hat, and one holding a mirror who looked like he would be the shop owner. He stood over in the side, waiting for the tailor to recongnize him and get his turn.

An insane pony duped with paranoia to her godly princess? LOVE IT