Post by Pruz on Jan 17, 2018 16:54:18 GMT -4
Prologue
Sounds of scribbling were heard as a figure was illuminated in a dark room by a candle that was placed on a table on a wax catcher. The smoke drifted into the air and up until it vanished by darkness that the light could not reach. The person in the seat behind the table adorned a dark cloak, and was writing with a quill pen. A canister of ink was laid five or so inches beside the piece of parchment that was currently being scribbled on. The person's eyes were obstructed by the top of its tattered dark brown hood.
A hologram to the side of the wall, beside shelves upon shelves of books, stood there idle, not reacting or moving a bit. It's image seemed to represent a dragon-like humanoid. He had horns that curled downwards, and ears that somewhat resembled a fox's.
The writer, however, you couldn't see any facial features at all. His stare at the parchment was emotionless. At the end of the message the being was scribbling on, added a dash mark, and then placed a cursive and elegant looking P shape that was supposed to act as a signature. The being folded it twice downwards, then placed it in. Then the figure moved on to the next piece of parchment that was cleverly stacked at the left corner of the table and copied almost the exact same thing that was written on the previous sheet to this one. In the end, the mysterious sender took a wax stick and lit it and melted it onto the envelope. Then proceeded to open the drawer under the table and took out a stamp in which resembled a letter P, in print and not in cursive, and had stamped it to each envelope the cloaked figure had made. Twenty of them he had held in his hand. The figure arose from the table and bent over to blow out the candle; turning around, the unknown character proceeded to exit the door. The figure pushed the door open and pushed the door shut by its handle.
The room was completely dark now. Everything was dark except the idle hologram near the books, who was brightly seen as bright blue colored. A minute or so later, the hologram vanished.
Chapter 1
SCREEEEEECH, a grey train with a blue top had stopped at a station in the metro. A sign nearby, posted on a support beam in the middle of the underground station read the number "3". There was an abundance of people at the station. One that played guitar, around five watchers and listeners, throwing or bending down to place a few bills and some change into the guitar case that was in front of him. There were two people who had dogs in the station, and the dogs were roughly playing or attacking each other, but the two dog owners told them both to stop and sit or stop fighting. There were many people who were coming in and out of the metro just because. But that's not what a few of them did. Two people that looked the same, wearing black suits with green ties stood in front of the train about to enter inside once the doors were ajar. The doors opened and they had both waited for the multitude of people to exit before they had entered the train. Other people had followed their lead inside the train. The guitar player had just noticed the train he wanted to ride was here and he quickly put his acoustic guitar in his case despite all of the bills or loose change in there. He picked up his case by the handle, and quickly rushed for the train doors before they had closed, and as soon as he had entered, the doors closed, simultaneously. The two guys in suits took their seats, as did everyone else in the train. The guitarist sat his guitar case on his lap before opening it up again and playing a few chords. The train started to move and besides from the guitar player, everyone was silent even the twins, until the train appeared from outside of its tunnel, the twins started talking as the light shined through. As soon as one of them said their first sentence, a couple on their side of the train started laughing. The male wore a black suit with a black button-up shirt underneath. He wore a black top hat and around his waist was a brown belt. His lady wore a pink dress that looked like a net on the bottom. And a pink hat that dropped down slightly over her face. There was a somewhat large carnation near the top of the hat that added some definition to the attire. The guitarist couldn't hear what they were all saying over his guitar, though he didn't care, he just strummed away, but as they were talking, the guitarist strummed a bit harder on the strings, using his nails or fingers to strum instead of a guitar pick. He opened his mouth and starting singing to his tune,
"Peacebone got found in a dinosaur wing.
I was jumping all over but my views were slowly shrinking..." ♪ ♫
They weren't his words to an original song, but it was one that he was working on for quite some time. This playing made the couple and the twins' attention go straight to him, but after he played the first verse to the song, he stopped playing because he noticed as soon as he played the first chord in the chorus, that the strings were adjusted to the wrong tune. Then the female in pink decided to speak up.
"That was really beautiful, did you make it yourself?" Her voice was one of the daintiest. The guitarist smiled as he looked at her, returning to a poker face as he looked back at the guitar and tuned it with one hand as he strummed it with the other until he found the right sound.
"No..." He stated, stopping with strumming right as he found the progression.
"...it's not an original, it's just a song to pass the time, to keep me at ease." He said, resting his hands by his side.
The woman spoke up again, clearing her throat before anything, to make her voice sound more clear,
"I was just wondering since I play the piano. My husband here plays the violin." She had a bright smile. She tilted her head and asked a question, "Have you ever thought of creating your own work? It seems like you'd do great at it." The guitarist set his guitar up straight leaning on the wall that was closest to the right of him.
"I do actually, but I wouldn't think you'd like it."
"Come on, I insist! Darren wouldn't let me leave my college until I played an original song for him. So you should at least let us hear what you have written!" She responded. The twins were intrigued as well, although they did not show it in their faces, they stared at the guitarist with much intent. The guitarist then gave neither a smirk or a frown until he gave in.
"Alright, alright." He said. Now with a smirk slightly arched upon his face. He tuned the guitar ever so slightly. Only messing with a few of the tuners, he then placed the guitar in his lap and began to strum the first chord.
Sounds of scribbling were heard as a figure was illuminated in a dark room by a candle that was placed on a table on a wax catcher. The smoke drifted into the air and up until it vanished by darkness that the light could not reach. The person in the seat behind the table adorned a dark cloak, and was writing with a quill pen. A canister of ink was laid five or so inches beside the piece of parchment that was currently being scribbled on. The person's eyes were obstructed by the top of its tattered dark brown hood.
A hologram to the side of the wall, beside shelves upon shelves of books, stood there idle, not reacting or moving a bit. It's image seemed to represent a dragon-like humanoid. He had horns that curled downwards, and ears that somewhat resembled a fox's.
The writer, however, you couldn't see any facial features at all. His stare at the parchment was emotionless. At the end of the message the being was scribbling on, added a dash mark, and then placed a cursive and elegant looking P shape that was supposed to act as a signature. The being folded it twice downwards, then placed it in. Then the figure moved on to the next piece of parchment that was cleverly stacked at the left corner of the table and copied almost the exact same thing that was written on the previous sheet to this one. In the end, the mysterious sender took a wax stick and lit it and melted it onto the envelope. Then proceeded to open the drawer under the table and took out a stamp in which resembled a letter P, in print and not in cursive, and had stamped it to each envelope the cloaked figure had made. Twenty of them he had held in his hand. The figure arose from the table and bent over to blow out the candle; turning around, the unknown character proceeded to exit the door. The figure pushed the door open and pushed the door shut by its handle.
The room was completely dark now. Everything was dark except the idle hologram near the books, who was brightly seen as bright blue colored. A minute or so later, the hologram vanished.
Chapter 1
SCREEEEEECH, a grey train with a blue top had stopped at a station in the metro. A sign nearby, posted on a support beam in the middle of the underground station read the number "3". There was an abundance of people at the station. One that played guitar, around five watchers and listeners, throwing or bending down to place a few bills and some change into the guitar case that was in front of him. There were two people who had dogs in the station, and the dogs were roughly playing or attacking each other, but the two dog owners told them both to stop and sit or stop fighting. There were many people who were coming in and out of the metro just because. But that's not what a few of them did. Two people that looked the same, wearing black suits with green ties stood in front of the train about to enter inside once the doors were ajar. The doors opened and they had both waited for the multitude of people to exit before they had entered the train. Other people had followed their lead inside the train. The guitar player had just noticed the train he wanted to ride was here and he quickly put his acoustic guitar in his case despite all of the bills or loose change in there. He picked up his case by the handle, and quickly rushed for the train doors before they had closed, and as soon as he had entered, the doors closed, simultaneously. The two guys in suits took their seats, as did everyone else in the train. The guitarist sat his guitar case on his lap before opening it up again and playing a few chords. The train started to move and besides from the guitar player, everyone was silent even the twins, until the train appeared from outside of its tunnel, the twins started talking as the light shined through. As soon as one of them said their first sentence, a couple on their side of the train started laughing. The male wore a black suit with a black button-up shirt underneath. He wore a black top hat and around his waist was a brown belt. His lady wore a pink dress that looked like a net on the bottom. And a pink hat that dropped down slightly over her face. There was a somewhat large carnation near the top of the hat that added some definition to the attire. The guitarist couldn't hear what they were all saying over his guitar, though he didn't care, he just strummed away, but as they were talking, the guitarist strummed a bit harder on the strings, using his nails or fingers to strum instead of a guitar pick. He opened his mouth and starting singing to his tune,
"Peacebone got found in a dinosaur wing.
I was jumping all over but my views were slowly shrinking..." ♪ ♫
They weren't his words to an original song, but it was one that he was working on for quite some time. This playing made the couple and the twins' attention go straight to him, but after he played the first verse to the song, he stopped playing because he noticed as soon as he played the first chord in the chorus, that the strings were adjusted to the wrong tune. Then the female in pink decided to speak up.
"That was really beautiful, did you make it yourself?" Her voice was one of the daintiest. The guitarist smiled as he looked at her, returning to a poker face as he looked back at the guitar and tuned it with one hand as he strummed it with the other until he found the right sound.
"No..." He stated, stopping with strumming right as he found the progression.
"...it's not an original, it's just a song to pass the time, to keep me at ease." He said, resting his hands by his side.
The woman spoke up again, clearing her throat before anything, to make her voice sound more clear,
"I was just wondering since I play the piano. My husband here plays the violin." She had a bright smile. She tilted her head and asked a question, "Have you ever thought of creating your own work? It seems like you'd do great at it." The guitarist set his guitar up straight leaning on the wall that was closest to the right of him.
"I do actually, but I wouldn't think you'd like it."
"Come on, I insist! Darren wouldn't let me leave my college until I played an original song for him. So you should at least let us hear what you have written!" She responded. The twins were intrigued as well, although they did not show it in their faces, they stared at the guitarist with much intent. The guitarist then gave neither a smirk or a frown until he gave in.
"Alright, alright." He said. Now with a smirk slightly arched upon his face. He tuned the guitar ever so slightly. Only messing with a few of the tuners, he then placed the guitar in his lap and began to strum the first chord.