You struck a chord [Richard Trickson]

@"King" for Richard Trickson



The floor boards echoed out their eerie cry in the form of creaks. The old walls echoed their symphony through groans that declared their age and yet neither spoke of the form that walked through them in those moments. The light cast through the windows barely illuminated the hallway making visible the specks of dust that floated in the air. Among the dust and the poor lighting was the ethereal appearance of a man known as Pryderi. A student in his second year of college and a curious one at that.

Pryderi found beauty in these simple things. The way that the dust danced upon the rays of light visible to the naked eye only then. The way that the echoes of sound traveled through the hallway until meeting his very being and falling to silence around him. Ah, that silence, it was beautiful in it's own way. However, it was the sound in the distance that truly drew envy. Through the halls echoed a sound, a guitar, mixed with other instruments it would seem. It sounded as though an entire band had slipped within these ways the same way that he had himself. It was a curiosity that had drawn him toward the sound and a need to satisfy such curiosities that had drawn him to open that door.

Slender fingers forcing the door into submission as he drew it open for himself. Though the touch upon it's surface was short lived as he wasted no time stepping into the room. What he saw was not what he'd expected. Instead of an entire band it was only but a single person. A single person that would inspire a new set of curiosities within the pale being. The narrow shape of his eyes would face toward this other male while those crystalline eyes would focus upon the instrument. "However do you control so many sounds from such a simple and singular contraption?" he wondered aloud to the other male. He would then attempt to draw those sounds from the instrument into silence. One by one he would attempt to draw out the original sound of the instrument while silencing the others. Whether he was able to do so would depend on the willingness of the one controlling said sounds to let them fall.

A tiny noise would escape Pryderi's lips as the sounds were held in place. The surprise was clearly written on the pale man's face. He had never really met anyone else capable of controlling sounds the way he could, but it was clear that it was something this person was capable of. The fact that he'd kept him from drawing those sounds almost had a certain excitement drawing through him. Someone who could truly understand his ability right here before him.

Though what if this person had far more power? What if this was only a fraction of what he could do? It was hard to say when he himself knew nothing about this person only that he could play one hell of a song. He moved closer, just a little at first, but his feet made not a sound with the movements themselves. Instead he waited, watching, and listening as this person played.

He thought he could wait, at least he'd tried to at that point, but he found a certain antsyness within him and a thousand questions upon the tip of his tongue that caused him to blurt out. "Just who are you?!" toward the figure. the loose white strands of hair that had fallen from it's bind bouncing with his overly animated way of moving with his spoken words.

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