Post by waxworks on Apr 20, 2015 4:47:04 GMT
Rhythm. Sound. Melody. Every town has its own natural noise that seems to pulse through it. Start with the buildings and the air rushing around them. Then the clip-clop of hooves on the street and the creaking of wood, stir in the rush of flapping wings and excited chatter echoing through every street and you had a sound you could record, play, and enthuse about at record stores.
Galvanic Reaction wasn't hearing any of this.
Her headphones were firmly lodged around her ears as she moved at her typical glacial walking pace through the sidestreets of Ponyville. Not too slow to look lazy, not too fast to looked like she was in a rush. The big pegasus liked to look both casual and busy at the same time, often shooting annoyed glances out from under her mane. Combine her stride with her glare and she was the sort of pony most ponies wouldn't stop to talk to. And on top of that were the headphones, blaring away.
She considered this blaring a kindness, because her friend, a phrase she was still getting used to using casually, was currently fluttering around her head and babbling like a brook. Powderkeg, a spritely bat pony with an explosive mane, had a habit of staying clammed up for great swatches of time and then suddenly bursting like a dam and letting out everything that was on her mind. Then she'd eventually say something she regretted, feel terrible, and clam up again.
But if Galvanic couldn't hear her, she could prattle on nonstop to hear little explosive heart's content, fluttering her leathery wings as she flew loops around the big mare.
And this suited her just fine, walking with friends without necessarily having to pay attention to them. She had a low tolerance for social interaction she supposed, but Galvanic had made it work.
She also had a stunning straight-jab, and as she suddenly felt cool air on her ears from the removal of her headphones, her foreleg instinctively snapped out with dreadful speed and force. Powderkeg, on the other hoof, had an excellent memory and knew that removing her large friend's headphones typically got such a reaction, and had neatly ducked under the massive hoof that now hung directly over her head. Galvanic's mismatched eyes balefully swung towards the little coal-colored pony.
"Hey Gally, y'all hear that?"
It took her a ponderously long moment to actually pay attention to anything else, as she took her headphones back and affixed them around her neck, internally thankful she'd not clocked the little pony. Again. As she'd finished sorting out her thoughts, a strange sound seemed to filter through the noise of the town, wrapping around her ears and sending them into a nearly uncontrollable fluttering fit.
It was strange, enchanting, alluring, haunting... it was like a church's musical regiment had been taken over by a smokey jazz combo, and then the whole thing was swirled around like a feather in a windstorm. Galvanic... liked it. This was much to her own surprise and confusion, typically her musical tastes ranged from the orchestral to the dramatic. But there was something about this tune... she wanted to hear it more clearly.
"Where's it coming from?" she said, scanning the rooftops as though somepony with an instrument would be bandying about playing.
"Mmm," cooed Powderkeg, flapping up higher as her sharp ears swing around. "Sounds like it's comin' from over yonder! Sure sounds..."
The bat pony wanted to say sweet, but that wasn't quite right. Whatever it was, it was hard to precisely describe, but she wanted to hear more of it.
A moment later and a large flash of dark blue and light purple streaked past her as Galvanic soared into the air, flapping her massive wings and scanning about for the source of the tune. "It's this way."
The two ponies made their way to a small, nearly empty venue where the sound was emanating from. Powderkeg hovered above the ground for a moment, flapping gently as she looked for a level place to put down. Galvanic made no such preparations as her bulk slammed to the ground on all four hooves, a small dustcloud billowing out around her.
"Who's playing that," she intoned, scanning the area. She didn't even know if she liked it or not, but she was certain she wanted to hear more of it.
Galvanic Reaction wasn't hearing any of this.
Her headphones were firmly lodged around her ears as she moved at her typical glacial walking pace through the sidestreets of Ponyville. Not too slow to look lazy, not too fast to looked like she was in a rush. The big pegasus liked to look both casual and busy at the same time, often shooting annoyed glances out from under her mane. Combine her stride with her glare and she was the sort of pony most ponies wouldn't stop to talk to. And on top of that were the headphones, blaring away.
She considered this blaring a kindness, because her friend, a phrase she was still getting used to using casually, was currently fluttering around her head and babbling like a brook. Powderkeg, a spritely bat pony with an explosive mane, had a habit of staying clammed up for great swatches of time and then suddenly bursting like a dam and letting out everything that was on her mind. Then she'd eventually say something she regretted, feel terrible, and clam up again.
But if Galvanic couldn't hear her, she could prattle on nonstop to hear little explosive heart's content, fluttering her leathery wings as she flew loops around the big mare.
And this suited her just fine, walking with friends without necessarily having to pay attention to them. She had a low tolerance for social interaction she supposed, but Galvanic had made it work.
She also had a stunning straight-jab, and as she suddenly felt cool air on her ears from the removal of her headphones, her foreleg instinctively snapped out with dreadful speed and force. Powderkeg, on the other hoof, had an excellent memory and knew that removing her large friend's headphones typically got such a reaction, and had neatly ducked under the massive hoof that now hung directly over her head. Galvanic's mismatched eyes balefully swung towards the little coal-colored pony.
"Hey Gally, y'all hear that?"
It took her a ponderously long moment to actually pay attention to anything else, as she took her headphones back and affixed them around her neck, internally thankful she'd not clocked the little pony. Again. As she'd finished sorting out her thoughts, a strange sound seemed to filter through the noise of the town, wrapping around her ears and sending them into a nearly uncontrollable fluttering fit.
It was strange, enchanting, alluring, haunting... it was like a church's musical regiment had been taken over by a smokey jazz combo, and then the whole thing was swirled around like a feather in a windstorm. Galvanic... liked it. This was much to her own surprise and confusion, typically her musical tastes ranged from the orchestral to the dramatic. But there was something about this tune... she wanted to hear it more clearly.
"Where's it coming from?" she said, scanning the rooftops as though somepony with an instrument would be bandying about playing.
"Mmm," cooed Powderkeg, flapping up higher as her sharp ears swing around. "Sounds like it's comin' from over yonder! Sure sounds..."
The bat pony wanted to say sweet, but that wasn't quite right. Whatever it was, it was hard to precisely describe, but she wanted to hear more of it.
A moment later and a large flash of dark blue and light purple streaked past her as Galvanic soared into the air, flapping her massive wings and scanning about for the source of the tune. "It's this way."
The two ponies made their way to a small, nearly empty venue where the sound was emanating from. Powderkeg hovered above the ground for a moment, flapping gently as she looked for a level place to put down. Galvanic made no such preparations as her bulk slammed to the ground on all four hooves, a small dustcloud billowing out around her.
"Who's playing that," she intoned, scanning the area. She didn't even know if she liked it or not, but she was certain she wanted to hear more of it.