Music~ (Open)

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Finally, the day was coming to a close. Hero's job as an furiously fast-paced errand boy had just ended one of his shifts, leaving him to enjoy whatever time he had left to do so. In Twilight Town, the afternoon sun stayed a while, so there was no hurry in worrying about nightfall. As soon as his shift was over, Hero ran back to his old apartment. If it were not for the fact that it was located somewhat near the Twilight Town shopping district, it owuld have went unnoticed, for the entire building was almost vacated except for Hero himself, covered in ancient-looking vines and crumbling bricks. Arrival at his room took a matter of seconds - choosing an instrument he wanted to play that afternoon took some more time. In his rather extended cabinet, many cases with various instruments in them were strewn all about. A violin was gathering dust in a corner, while an old flute lay somewhere near the center of the cabinet. Hero was especially gifted at music, able to adapt to almost any instrument or piece within minutes. Today, he settled on a guitar that was shut inside it's case somewhere near the back. Citizen's of Twilight Town were still strewn all around the town, interesting people were spotted hanging around the rooftops and certain shops, but Hero was in no mind to try and talk yet, for it was every day, at dusk, when Hero reserved a special spot of time to play something nice into the evening.

Finally, after a rather tedious amount of hiking, Hero breached the Station Plaza, where the famed Clock Tower stood, it's presence weighing heavily across the town, looming over all buildings like a king over his nation. Hero lugged his guitar case over his shoulder, and gave his free hand a steel crowbar. Denying the other long flight of stairs, Hero ascended up the wall using the crowbar to latch on to ledges. Like the flutter of a swan's wing, Hero's motions scaling the tower wall was no difficult-looking feat. After reaching the very top, he stashed his crowbar away. Delighted to find that there was nobody there - as of present anyway - Hero settled onto a sitting position on the tip of the tower's edge. Content, he unlatched the case and removed the contents - a single, wooden guitar and a pick to go with it. Then, he sat there for a moment, staring into space, his pick dangling loosely between his hands. Searching for a song between his multi-layered cerebrum, hero took his pick and strum a chord. The chord was followed by many others, and slowly blended into a melody as he opened his mouth and sang. As if in an anctient language, Hero's lyrics were fluent and straight-forward, the guitar mixing in like cream in coffee. The music emptied itself into the warm air of Twilight Town, seeking refuge in the large, distant world that lay before them.

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Nobody there. Nobody there indeed, for a small white being, no taller than a child in its early teens, poked its head over a small parapet. The white creature had long lost the friends that had inspired it to express emotion within music and had chosen to spend its days walking aimlessly around the Worlds, unable to find a true reason to exist in its unnatural entirety. The creature with the strange, dark hat over its blank face hid absolutely nothing, despite the fact that it hung over where a human's eyes would be. This Nobody climbed up beside the man who sat with a strange instrument and looked down to its own instrument, a solid metal cylinder similar to that of a flute.

Would this thing play, perhaps? Did the pink creature know how to create emotion? Primal replications of these thoughts ran through the Nobody's empty head as it held its flute, examining the Heart creature with interest. Amadeus... The Nobody knew that sound but could not replicate it without the use of music, and even then the humans could not understand. The Nameless Nobody looked over the twilight horizon, awaiting a note.

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Hero kept playing, despite being remotely shocked by the sudden appearance of a pearly, white, slenderly figure with a few odd zippers sticking out of it's face. As close as Hero came to pulling out his crowbar and running away as fast as he could, he noticed that the odd creature held something similar to a flute - or a piccolo. No matter if it's an enemy or friend, somebody who understood music was somebody - or rather, "nobody" Hero would have liked to get acquainted with. Continuing to play and sing, Hero slightly smiled encouragingly at the creature. Judging by the amount of time it had just spent in his presence, it didn't seem like it wanted to attack him at this point.

It didn't speak.
Nor did it make much motion by glance at Hero a few times.
But he could sense something - an emotion of some sort.