The day was calm. Peaceful, distant sounds sailed through the air. graceful birdsong, the wind gently blowing through the trees. Sound Wrecker sat in the kitchen of his new home, by the open window, eyes to the clouds in the sky. Today was his first full day living alone. He had arrived in Ponyville early in the night, and had spent the remainder of it making himself at home, unpacking his belongings, and finally falling asleep so late it was in fact early morning time. He'd only woken up a few hours ago, well past midday.

Well, this was just what I had been hoping for, Sound thought to himself, evaluating his new residence. Ponyville was much quieter than his old home, but not too far from anything. The house itself matched the same criteria, roughly halfway between the town centre and the outskirts. Yep, perfect... Everything he could ever want here...

...So why did he miss Canterlot...?

The sunlight faded, flickering wildly, and Sound was dragged from his thoughts back to reality. Looking up to the Sun, he noticed what was disrupting the flow of light; two or three Pegasi silhouettes, floating in the sky, evidently in conversation with each other. Moments passed, and it seemed that they had decided to go somewhere together, flying westward, away from Sound's home, to the town centre.
Perhaps I just need to get out of the house, his thoughts restarted, after a small pause. It would do some good to take a walk. See the sights. Familiarise himself with the area. Slowly clambering to his hooves, Sound made his way out of the kitchen, through the main room, and out of the door.

A mild hubbub filled the town centre, as mares and colts tended various market stalls, making purchases for their needs and wants, from vegetables for whatever they were going to have for dinner, to fancy little trinkets that happened to catch their eye. Overhead, the occasional Pegasus would make their landing or take to the skies, to and from all sorts of directions. A look of wonder slowly washed over Sound's face. All this was... almost exactly like home here. Just less... busy. Less scary. More manageable. Canterlot was utter chaos compared to this, almost violent by comparison, in fact. Ponies would shove past you without so much as a 'excuse me', and glare at you as if it was your fault for being in their way. Everypony seemed much more gracious here, from what Sound could overhear in other conversations. He even found the odd smile being thrown his way, even from shopkeeps as he walked past their market stall, despite him not stopping to buy anything.

After some time, deciding he wanted to take some time to rest, Sound came to a tree, perfectly shielding the ground beneath it from the sunlight ahead, which was getting to be quite warm now. He made his way to sit down in the cool shade, continuing to take in the sights of the area. He slowly lowered his head, laying it to rest in the soft grass, the lack of sleep from last night starting to catch up to him. Perhaps he could just... rest his eyes a little... for a few moments...

Around ten to fifteen minutes had passed, and Sound's intended quick nap had indeed slowly fallen into a state of sleep, evident through his light snoring, and general obliviousness to the goings-on around him. For example, a hawk attempting to land on the tree he slept under, sharp claws grasping the branches mere feet above his head. As said hawk struggled to find a branch able to carry its weight, the frantic rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs and branches finally provoked a response from the stallion, as his ear began to twitch, showing signs of his return to consciousness. Slowly, his right eye forced itself open, his hoof instinctively raising to block out the now-blinding sunlight. What was all the noise? Sound's groggy mind couldn't make heads or tails of what it was, let alone where it was coming from...

THUNK. Without warning, a tree branch above finally gave way, tumbling through the air, and landing, somewhat heavily, square on the young stallion's nose. Evidently, this is a fantastic substitute to the average alarm clock, as Sound Wrecker jolted into an upright sitting position with a startled yelp, his wide eyes cast firmly skyward. Still in the tree, seemingly unfazed by a sudden loud outburst, the bird of prey simply stared down to the ground at the odd pony below, as he in turn glared it in the eye, a clear look of irritation in his eye by being woken up.

Potato was on the prowl for the thief from earlier. He'd caught sight of him twice but lost him. While somewhere near the library, which he refused to enter due to the "all powerful alicorn" living there, he thought he spotted the grey unicorn running through an alley. He ran as fast as he could, his cape gallantly flowing in the air behind him.

When he exited the alley he found himself back in the market again. He saw no sign of the unicorn. There were no hoof prints or anything in alley, and the guards had been alerted by now but none of the ones in the market were chasing after somepony. That could have easily been because the guards were lazy, but still. The potato themed superhero thought he saw another flash of gray run by and rubbed his eyes. Nothing. This guy was either really good or PoPo was going crazy. And the thief didn't appear to be particularly good.

The potato themed superhero mentally shrugs it off and decides that while he was there he would pay the shopkeeper from earlier. While he scans around the market looking for the stall he'd run off from earlier, when something wet hits his mane. He reaches up to see what it is. He then looks up to see what decided to relieve itself in his hair, which happened to take a good amount of time and hair gel to get it to look good with his mask.

Apparently a hawk needed to do his business right in his hair. Yeah. Great.

The superhero lets out a sigh as he sees a bench here he can sit down and get something from the infinite hammer space that his cape to clean himself up. But before he does he notices the mare from that morning. What was her name? "Flivalius" He thinks and is about to say hi to her when when he sees the hawk swooping in for a quick bite of the snake Fliv was so obsessed with.

"HEY LOOKOUT!" He yells at the mare, who appeared to be thinking about whether she needed professional help since she was always hung out with a snake and was probably a loner.

The superhero then grabs the snake from it's bally coil on the bench, moving it out of the way of the hawk since the mare seemed to be a little "Your snake is about to get eaten" impaired.

Nivalia jumps back when she hears a shout right next to her, "Ah! For what!?". Caprica herself quite startled when she's abruptly lifted; the python puffs herself up in defense and readies for a strike. The hawk though has already begun its dive, and by the time the hero moves its prey, the bird's talons are outstretched, this time aimed for the caped crusader. The hawk lets out a cry as it changes course at the last second, the tail feathers brushing against Potato Pony's mane. Caprica suddenly lunges past Potato Pony's head, managing to tag the bird with its fangs as it flies away, a few drops of blood landing on the ground as the python coils back into a ball once again. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" Nivalia says as she gently takes her pet back, "Are you alright? She didn't bite you did she?" She looks back into the space of air that the hawk once occupied, "Malditos halcones!" The python uncoils and slithers to her standard spot and position around the mare's shoulders, "It's not the first time a bird tried to eat h-" Nivalia stops when she sees the droppings on the hero's head, "Oh mierda, it pooped on your head!" Wasting no time she goes into her bags and retrieves a rag, "Here, you can use this. Gracias for stopping that flying rat."

What happened next was an unfortunate sign that poor Sound Wrecker was most certainly not still asleep. The superhero-dressed pony had received a rag from the grey mare of whom was the other half of this scene. After using it to clear from his mane the mess that the jerk-bird had made, he discarded it. By throwing it straight into Sound's face.

With a sudden, sharp scream, the colt dropped to the floor, his front hooves scrambling madly at the rag, tearing it away from his face and hurling it to the ground.

The potato themed superhero's cape digging is interrupted by a very mare-ish scream coming from a pony behind him. He looks over to see that he'd hit the stallion in the face with the poop rag.

Potato runs over to Sound and offers him a hoof up and says "Oh sorry I didn't see you. Are you alright?"

Nivalia pauses for a moment to see if the blue pony was going to do anything else besides laying there completely terrified. She leans over and offers her hoof, "Do you need help getting up?" Caprica's curiousity gets the better of her and she slithers across the mare's shoulders and down her leg to get a better view of this new pony. "Capri- uh jeez." Nivalia says in a slightly annoyed tone, switching her right hoof that was python free.

Sound's eyes made sudden, twitching movements, firstly to the 'superhero' pony's hoof extended to him, then to the mare's hoof when she in turn offered it (presumedly because the young colt didn't seem willing to accept the other's), to the snake, most likely owned by the mare. Slowly, his hoof lifted, though he wasn't sure to whom he was giving it to.

Suddenly, the colt moved closer, shaking him rather too decidedly-violently for Sound's liking, worsening his nerves. 'Stop that!' is what he'd hoped to say. Instead, however, with his throat seizing up from stress, all he could muster was a strange squeaking noise that sounded like he was being strangled.

Everything that had happened in the past few minutes, the hawk waking him up, the poop-rag in the face, and now the 'superhero' seeming to think shaking him like a ragdoll would bring him to his senses, was badly distressing Sound.