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The Institute of Combat.
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Institute of Combat.But serenading her teacher. Really.
Aclyma was as dumbfounded by the idea of the tasked as she was confused by instruments. And that was greater than the amazement for the teacher turning into a dragon. Perhaps the idea of breakfast held more weight than the amazement.
"I suppose the faster the teacher fell asleep, the faster we can leave..."
She shrugged light, her fingers twirling rthe triangle still.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
What could she do to enhance his piece that he was playing with a triangle?! With that she prayed he wasn't hoping too much from her ability with the triangle since the reason why she picked it up was because of the simplicity of the instrument.
"I don't know this piece," the white haired female quietly admitted in a whisper, "But i should be able to mimick it if you play it once fully."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Andrew walked out of his Combat class and walked to his next class he took a minute to remember what class it was but he knew it he just wanted to go to the music room because he remembered how much Winter loved playing as a little girl but he wasn't sure if it was still there. He walked into the music room Calmly pretending he was in the right class so he could get to hear winter play again if she played it.
Ben was still in his Combat class, he saw the late boy leave while wondering why.
Was this person kidding.
The girl slowly looked down at the triangle and frowned at him. She was displeased. Was he mocking her? Getting back at her from their previous encounter? Was it the fight?
Regardless, Aclyma regarded Forge highly, to be able to either subtly challenge her to do the near impossible.
Off timing, eyes pinned at the man, Aclyma picked up the metal stick that came with the triangle and... hit the metal triangle once.
"Ding."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
"It's okay." she muttered, settling the triangle down. Any other instrument would've been too complicated. "Just play the thing you play."
She stood by the piano and rested her abdoment against the black body of the piano, looking... like she was about to give up. She'll just have to sing, it seems. It's something that would be much easier to control and doesn't need as much knowledge. She'd have to change if her pitch was different, and due to some work she had to do before, Aclyma was confident in doing that much.
"In three..."
"Two..."
The female anticipated the sound of the piano.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Andrew had been found out but he just grinned and mouthed back "Watching you now go!" As he shooed her away
She walked over to where Andrew and everyone else was and watched.. she was too worried about the fact she was gonna fail in front of the whole class 'I can't do this well not alone at least but I know no one else except Andrew who isn't even supposed to be here" She started to breath Heavily.
Her voice resonated beautifully with the sound of the piano as both sounds intertwined to emit a serene yet haunting atmosphere that she assumed the composer intended. She played like another instrument aside the piano. There were no words, just carefully crafted and dragged out 'aa's and 'oo's to match according the notes that Forge plays.
However, make no mistake. While it seems simple, no lyrics or any of the sorts, Aclyma's perfect pitch was made with complete focus into the current task at hand. She had to be remained undisturbed, or else either her tone would go off, or she forgets how the song went.
However, long as it remains smooth sailing, the room would have vibrated with a serene atmosphere, so much so that the light would seem to shine ever so slightly into the room and onto Forge and Aclyma to praise the music that they had created.