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Heart giggled. Staccato was blissfully aware that this was a double-tetra-reacharound prank. Or, in simpler terms; the lack of a prank on Silver (for this was some backup background music at a certain proposal that he wasn’t missing for the world) - was a prank on Staccato.
He was going to be so confused.
“Excellent. I’ll give you the details as I get them. Make sure to wear something nice; it’s important.”
“Nice, eh? Is this a prank worth going back and forth to Canterlot then? I don’t keep any good stuff outside of what I left at mom and dad’s.” The unicorn chuckled a bit, but it was true. He lived out of his saddlebags and the occasional inn, there was no call for dragging suits around with him.
“I’ve been meaning to give them a visit anyway, I guess... it’s been a few months I think.”
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"My ears are burning, what did you do?"
“Nothing yet. Want to help me prank the everloving hell out of Silver? Just need to sing a romantic song while I present him with something.”
“Make it easy for me, why don’tya. Alright, I’m in.”
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“Uh… Okay, I get the stone temple part, by pilot? Like… steering an airship? Why would a temple need one of those…?”
On one hand, there was one thing he could agree on; Canterlot needed variety, and it was stuck in place on many things. It all blended and looked samey after a while. On the other, Staccato had accidentally said a set of words that would get a chuckle out of Silver, shaking his head. “Look, not all rock music is loud. It also helps if you don’t blow your fuckin’ ears out of your head.” Silver remarked, bringing a smirk across his face. “Plus, you got a whole variety of genres you could listen to: Classic, Punk, Alternative - as I said, Soft, Folk..” Both of his beady little eyes looked to the unicorn. “My guess? You look like the kinda colt who’d enjoy a little group I know called ‘Equestria’ - no kidding on that, someone named their band after our friggin’ continent.”
“I’m not talking about it’s composition, Silver...” Staccato retorted, rolling his eyes with a smirk. “But I mean I went to a concert or two and it seemed like they were trying to make sure Princess Celestia could hear it from across the country. On a record it sounds pretty good, it’s just not the same as hearing it played myself, you know? Phonograph can only do so much.”
The unicorn poked a hoof at the griffon cheekily. That the new age electronic instruments could have their volumes turned up and down was actually pretty neat, but having every band he attempted to see turn it all the way up had been something of a disappointment. Wander though he might, part of him was still a musician. Hurting his ears would be a nightmare.
“Anyway I might check ‘em out, if only to say that I’ve listened to the ‘whole of Equestria’ and mean it.~”
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“Uh… Okay, I get the stone temple part, by pilot? Like… steering an airship? Why would a temple need one of those…?”
“..Well, I can’t deny that Classical is and was the building grounds of music - respect where respect is due.” Silver wouldn’t and couldn’t smack talk it; that was essentially where it began, but to have a whole city listen to the same thing? There had to be some variety. “But that doesn’t surprise me. That whole city has that ‘classical’ feel to it - but come on, a little guitar here and there wouldn’t hurt to have being played around the place.”
“Variety it could definitely use.” The bard agreed. “Canterlot’s kinda stuck in place, in a lotta ways. It’s not really that bad, though.”
He was biased, of course, but he had also wandered away from it over a decade ago, not looking back.
“Anyway, I never really ‘got’ some of the rock music I’ve heard... it’s just way too loud, I mean. What good’s music if you can’t hear anything for days afterwards!”
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“Uh… Okay, I get the stone temple part, by pilot? Like… steering an airship? Why would a temple need one of those…?”
This - natrually - drew out an exasperated groan out of the punker, who looked at the unicorn in bewilderment. “You’ve never heard of Stone Temple Pilots - one of the greatest bands in the alternative rock scene?” He’d sputter, baffled at the notion.
“Oh! Like a music band? Neat! Rock stuff wasn’t exactly big in Canterlot growing up... I mostly just heard classical as a colt, you know.”
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“Uh... Okay, I get the stone temple part, by pilot? Like... steering an airship? Why would a temple need one of those...?”
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"HEY! STACCATO! Surprise!" Tacklehug, accompanied by PIE TO THE FACE, inbound!
Even a seasoned adventurer couldn’t have seen that coming. Or at least, didn’t. Flattened and with a pie splattered in his face, his voice was a bit muffled.
“Nice to see you again too.”
Somehow visiting this little town was always memorable.
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Elsewhere, Heart’s love magic was overloading. Couples were springing into existence; rocky relationships being patched up even as the ponies saw through their problems.
Something had spurred Heart onto the sheer level of Princess Cadance.
It begins. The shippening. All shall remain. All that is shall be… shipped.
“Oh. Of course. The shippocalypse. Whelp, I hear the Frozen North is nice this time of year.”
“Why do I have this sudden uneasy feeling...? Maybe I shouldn’t have had seconds at that buffet.”
Hey. I don't suppose you remember the legend that was the Shipping Wall?
“Legend? Every time you bring it up these days, you make it sound more epic.”
“Honestly though, how big was that thing? I’m pretty sure you included the entire school at one point. Heh... no matter how many times you tried to put my name up there, it never stuck.”
What does your mane taste like?
“Uh... hair, probably. Sometimes shampoo? I don’t think it’s going to be that tasty either way...”
“You okay there? That’s usually the kind of question I’d use to catch you off balance...”
“Heart and Cadance dancing at the ball!”
“Twenny two steps before he falls!”
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“Climate Control. It’s a spell I got taught by an old friend of mine. It’s a personal heat spell; if you think about it getting warmer or colder it should do that until it wears off.”
“Gah! You’re right! Now it’s really hot! ... and now it’s cold! Yeesh! How does this thing work? I no good at magic stuff!”
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"Hey, I'm not BAD in the heat. I just should have saved the trip to the desert for winter, that's all." -Staccato
“Here, then.”
And then Heart burned through yet another large chunk of his magic reserves to cast the same climate control spell he was utterly abusing on himself.
“Oh geez! Now you went and made it cold! How’d you do that?”
“So... discounting the darker side of the city, where’s the fun to be had in Canterlot? It’s not all operas and plays is it?” Sapphire asked, this time disguised as a green unicorn mare.
“I’m really not an opera mare.”