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The number of new faces roaming around Twilight Town increased dramatically from the past year. While it didn't bother Pence much, he always had to wonder what actually happened to make all of these people to start showing up. The reasons that he received from the travelers would be that the heartless consumed their worlds. Heartless roamed in Twilight Town, but there wasn't nearly enough yet to fully consume the town. That was always a good thing.
Despite all of these new faces, Twilight Town was still a peaceful place to live. At least, that was Pence's feelings on the town that he lived. For so long, he lived in this town. It had always been generally peaceful, for the most part. So, it was hard for him to imagine the relatively quiet town to be chaotic or anything of that nature.
Due to the town's peaceful nature, Pence always felt it easier to be more laid back. After all, what was there to rush about in such a quiet environment? Since he didn't really have to rush around to complete anything, he always had more time for more relaxing activities like reading. This was exactly what he was doing at that moment.
Pence was sitting on one of the benches on Station Plaza reading a book on computer components. This technology always interested him, especially after seeing the computer in the Old Mansion last year. So, it was only fitting that he would be sitting in a relaxing environment, reading. Flipping a page in the book, he continued to read.
[STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px; padding: 15px 0px 0px 0px;]M[/style][STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #575757; padding: 16px 10px 0px 10px; text-align: justify;]usic had a habit of being very... touchy. The slightest change of posture and positioning could contort the sound of a note or melody into something new; it could add complexity to something that was at one point so simple, so clean. It was this discovery that set Posthumous on his newest path: to understand this world's music.
The best way to describe it would be alien, but at the same time it made the idea sound too bizarre. Despite the odd notes Post was producing, he felt right at home as if he'd been doing it his whole life. The bass thumped around him, lifting his pale locks from his face with every pump, yet past a foot radius the bass seemed immediately muffled. Posthumous was learning to contort sound to his will- with practice, he could become a sorcerer of sound. As he walked down Station Plaza he did a double-take and clutched his beat mesas, the cog-like disks that allowed him to contort sound, to his sides. His scarlet eyes focused on the fellow in the red shirt, reading some sort of book. What? Pft, reading?
"Yo." He called out to the fellow with the spiky hair, his eyes hidden behind his dark shades, and stopped near the bench. "Yo, you're Pence." It wasn't a question per se, more an observation- maybe even a strange greeting. He grinned, sitting down next to him. "I'm a friend of Olette. She told me about you and your other friend. Hayner, wasn't it? Said that you were cool cats. Dig? I'm kinda new around these parts so I've been meanin' to get social and all that."
The pale fellow just shrugged, his odd vinyls still hanging at his sides.
Even though these new faces appeared in Twilight Town, life still went on. Time still passed by. The only thing that Pence still couldn't wrap his mind around, was why the heartless would attack the different worlds. Well, that, and how these people manage to travel around to different worlds. Of course, that was a secondary concern, one that would pique his interest. But, it wasn't a necessity, at least not yet or anything.
Speaking of new faces appearing, Pence wasn't immediately aware of one of these new faces noticing and recognizing him. Instead, he just turned to the next page in his book. Motherboards. The main potion of a computer. It certainly wasn't something that he was too confident in making himself. After all, his knowledge only stretched so far. While he wanted to make one, that didn't mean that he could necessarily build every last component himself. It did seem awfully complex ….
"Yo … Yo, you're Pence."
At the first greeting, Pence barely heard the spoken word. With a slight inaudible mumble, he continued to read. Once the person came closer, and the voice naturally louder, did he look up. "Yes, I'm Pence, and you are?" He was slightly surprised, since not too many strangers knew his name before he ever spoke with them. But, this stranger answered that question with his next uttering.
After sitting down next to Pence, this wanderer said that he was a friend of Olette. Ah yes, that would certainly explain why he knew his name. Naturally, he couldn't recall Olette mentioning anything about this wanderer that just joined him. Of course, he hadn't seen Olette for a bit now. That could always explain that. He nodded in affirmation that Hayner was indeed another friend. "Well, welcome then! It's always good to be social and friendly. Since you've been here for a bit, may I ask then where you came from?" he asked curiously.
[STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px; padding: 15px 0px 0px 0px;]O[/style][STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #575757; padding: 16px 10px 0px 10px; text-align: justify;]h, you know how it is. Fell from the sky. Inter-worldly travel. All that and stuff. My name's Posthumous, but you can call me Post." Post didn't seem all that concerned about his world- the way he saw it, his world was indeed a prison. And all the other Melodies were just kind of... well, dead. I guess that's how ghosts normally act. Getting released from the spectral planet meant getting a second chance at life- he'd even made it a point to hide what he was. "I hear peeps talk 'bout other worlds but I think I'm alright here for a while. Doin' the part time job thing, got a small place in town. I've been thinkin' of doin' a music thing. But I kinda wanna meet peeps too, learn what normal people on this world do."
He looked down into the book, his expression still somewhat blank behind his shades. They had computers back on Harmony, but when he died, he discovered that technology didn't exist in the world of death. The gears in his head cranked slowly as he viewed the terminology with faint recognition. "Well, I' seen this stuff before. You a mechanic or engineer o' some type?" Post was genuinely interesting. He hadn't touched a computer for a very long time, but he had faint memories of them being involved with music. Pretty cool, no doubt.
"Nice to meet you Post!" he responded enthusiastically to him, before continuing, "Fell from the sky, huh?" He pondered that thought. The only time that he ever really had considered this was when sitting on the edge of the clock tower with Olette and Hayner licking sea-salt ice-cream. Indeed, those were great memories. With all the times that they sat up there, he never fell off of the ledge. That was certainly a good thing.
"When you traveled here, you just fell from the sky?" he asked, to make sure that he understood. It wasn't often that a visitor actually fell from the sky, or at least that admitted that they had fallen from the sky.
Pence nodded as Post talked about sticking around Twilight Town for a while. He thought that it probably was a better idea to stay in one spot, at least for a while, before moving on. After all, what was the point in world hopping if you did not stick around to see all that it could offer? "Ah, it sounds like you already have a plan set up to what you want to do here for a bit. That's always good to figure out, as it is all about balancing between working and looking around. So, what were you thinking of doing with music?"
At Post's question of him being a mechanic or an engineer, Pence glanced down at the book that he was reading before. "To be honest, I have no idea yet. I'm just interested in the technology. Although, that may be something that I consider later on!" Indeed, he hadn't made up his mind just yet.
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Last Edit: Mar 28, 2013 19:16:18 GMT -4 by Deleted
