Pinstripe

The show's luster has gone. I sort of lack the excitement for Season 4.

:l

Pinstripe looked around Gold Digger's home, eventually taking a seat somewhere. "But it's your birthday! We gotta at least go and do something, bro!" he heard. "That actually sounds like a good idea, man. But finding this place was something to do enough."

"Yeah, what Arrow Wing said. Birthdays." Pinstripe shrugged, trotting right into Gold Digger's home. Talk about home invasion, sheesh...

Mental Note watched as the ponies clambered into the train, spreading out amongst the cars. He noticed a particular unicorn enter the train, carrying a letter with a burgundy seal, just like his. Note mulled over the pony's appearance, before realizing he looked familiar. Secret... Secret... Secret Clue. He thought. What is he doing here? The criminal-turned cop was supposed to be in Canterlot, stuck with some desk job, apparently. He smirked some, quietly thanking his secret intel network. Some smart ponies, those guys. He thought again, before slowly opening his second letter. He read it for a bit, before shrugging, and crumpling it up. It was just a "Good Job, and we expect to see you soon." type of note. Nothing special.

The train started to get moving again, the soft rumble of wheel against rail lulled him to sleep. Oh, Celestia, he was tired.

The trail was a farce. Well, sure, he did some rather unsavoury things to that nice mare a few nights back, but that wasn't even connected to the case. Weren't they supposed to be talking about how he broke into the castle? Not about some night with some mare a while ago. The judge seemed amateur, paid to say things, even. Note could read it in the stallion's eyes. Nervous. Then, he glanced towards the Guards, who stared at him with the force of a thousand suns. Suns. He shifted his gaze to Princess Celestia, who had deemed this court hearing important enough to attend. Even she looked disappointed in him. Wasn't she supposed to love everypony unconditionally? She pretty much was the Mother Goddess here. Even mothers can be disappointed. he thought.

The trail continued, before starting to take an awful turn. The Guards looked more feral, more ferocious, they looked like lions, ready to rip Note to pieces when the trail was over. The Judge had been replaced by Discord, and the jury was replaced by a single pony, glaring at him. It was himself. This bizarre dream had transformed into a nightmare. He was bound by chains, over a pit of spikes. The judge's gavel fell in slow motion, hitting the podium with a loud crack. He was falling.

Mental Note woke up with a jolt, feeling cold. He had broke into a cold sweat. Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream.

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Mental Note sat at his desk, fiddling with what appeared to be a sort of toy. It was made of wood, and could be taken apart in certain ways; a 3-dimensional jigsaw cube. He sat there for at least an hour, trying to put the cube together. It soon proved to be an impossible task. Putting the toy away, he now turned his attention to the sole letter, (and piece of paper) on his desk. He stared at it, the burgundy wax seal returning the stare with equal vigor. Open it. he thought, before shuffling his forehooves over to grab the pen knife, which was perched in its stand.

R-r-r-r-r-riiip.

A note, and a single train ticket sat patiently inside the letter. Dumping the contents out onto his desk, Mental Note unfolded the parchment, beginning to read it.

Dear Mister Note,

We would like to inform you that we require your services. Our top investigator has fell ill, and we have no replacements; either they are currently occupied, or they are incapable of preforming their duties at this time. Enclosed is a 10:30 PM train ticket to Baltimare, where a listening post is located. It is on 221a 4th Concession, Apartment Number 12. We do expect you to arrive at 5 AM tomorrow. Do not be late.

No details? Not even about what I'm supposed to do? Mental Note asked himself, before looking up at his clock. 9:45 PM. He still had time, though, not a lot of it. The train station was at least a good 40 minutes away. He had to go, right now. Plucking the ticket and the note from his desk, he shoved them in his coat pocket, before heading out the door. Now, quoting Sherlock Hoof was bad taste for private eyes, it made him look overconfident. But...

The game is afoot.

Mental Note yawned loudly, stirring some in his seat. The train stopped. Am I here? he thought, before taking a quick peek out the window. They were stopped, but this didn't look like Baltimare. "Good morning, sir. Would you like anything to eat?" a mare's voice called out. Note darted his head towards the voice. The stewardess.

"Hm... I'll take a daisy sandwich, and some coffee. Black." Mental Note liked his coffee black. It tasted its best. He watched as the young mare pulled a few drawers on her cart open, before gently dropping the sandwich on his table(he was given business-class seating), and pouring him some coffee. "Thank you." he nodded. The mare left, going off to attend to other ponies. Taking a sip of his drink, he took a minute to get an idea of where they were; the middle of nowhere. Ponies were hauling crates onto the train. These were most likely supplies. Several other ponies were boarding the train. Out here? How far did they have to go to get here? Brushing the questions aside, Mental Note tucked into his sandwich, noticing the mare had given him something else; another letter, with the same burgundy seal. He gave it a fleeting glance, before deciding to read it later.

All these greetings make me happy soul.

Hey, thanks guys. I feel welcome already xD

Hello everyone, or... everypony. I'm Pinstripe, and hopefully, this RP forum will be better than the other ones I've been to. I have been RPing for a while on chatrooms, and decided to come back to forums. I'm always ready to RP, so just hit me up, and we'll get one started