Fifth Trial - A Test of Artistry

[knighterrantofthedragon]

WHO: Alric and Anyone
WHAT: Alric practicing guitar
WHERE: Music room
WHEN: In the early evening or during the weekend, before the Hellfire Club event
WARNING(S): None anticipated


Alric could be found many evenings in the music room, practicing with his guitar. Besides running through some scales, this mostly involved a little time working through rhythm phrases from various songs, followed by putting on a few preselected riffs to play lead over. The riffs transitioned through styles every couple of minutes, the range including blues and classical, but tended to be heavy on more symphonic rock and metal.

Music is one of the things Alric has used since he was a child as a coping mechanism for his volatile, emotionally-driven powers, so he's had a great deal of practice. His style tends to be a bit brash, a bit fierce, tightly restrained and crisp in calm sections and erupting with intensity during heavier parts.

Of course, the music room's still a public space, so anyone's welcome to drop by and listen, and say hi in between sets when he takes a break for a few minutes.

Comments

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"Oh, apologies, Master Grayson, was that not the lesson to be learned, here?"

[turbedon]

Dick actually wrinkles his nose at that. "Let's not. I already feel weird enough when Alfred calls me 'Master'. I'd rather avoid it at school thanks."

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric raised his eyebrows at that and chuckled.

"Really. Interesting. If it's any reassurance, it's merely the formal style of a respectable man with no claim to the peerage, and doesn't imply any special rank."

He sighs lightly, hamming it up a bit and putting on a show of condescension (in the rather more positive, older sense), although he's still pretty obviously amused with the whole thing.

"Apologies, again, though, since it seems to bother you. If I should slip up again, I suppose it's only fair to let you respond in kind and address me 'Your Royal Highness.'"

[turbedon]

"Do I need to start carrying a red carpet around for you to walk on?"

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric chuckled at that, scratching the back of his head.

"Ah, no, there's certainly no need for you to so prostrate yourself. Besides which, it's not as thought you're one of my subjects--or did you hope to seek Kaithenian citizenship?"

[turbedon]

"Nah, I think I'm okay being being American for the moment. Might change in a few years," he joked. "Good to know I've got a royal friend for that at least?"

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"Mm. I imagine I could grease a few administrative wheels for you, should the need arise... in Kaitheny, at least."

[turbedon]

"Thanks, your Highness. Knew I could count on you."

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric smirked, slightly, restraining a chuckle, and instead hammed it up with a mild, gracious nod.

"Mm, well, I certainly appreciate your show of trust."

[turbedon]

"So far you haven't tried blasting me with your nasal plasma bombs yet, so you're all right in my books."

[knighterrantofthedragon]

...that again.

Alric shook his head.

"...no, and I don't have any plans to. So far."

[turbedon]

"'So far', huh? I'll be sure to keep my distance if you catch cold."

Yes, that again. He will never let it drop.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"Mm. I'll try and warn you, just in case."

[turbedon]

"You're a champ."

[knighterrantofthedragon]

"Indeed, a prince among men, you might say."

[turbedon]

"I would," he agreed. "But you just stole the words right out of my mouth. So I can't. Hope you're happy."

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric smirked, but otherwise simply nodded politely.

"Simply glad to have saved you the trouble."