OoC: You know, you could have just let me believe I really was that good and not mentioned that there was a possibility of more mistakes...
Yay for plot development! (aka. there's some in here)

It's not exactly the same, but this vaguely follows your instructions.. >_>

BiC: As Raven waited for Louis to pack away his fiddle, she thought again of what kind of teacher she would have, and now has - He doesn't really look like the brave and chivalric I thought he could be, nor a wise mage... and he seems too kind to be a sly and crafty trickster, she pondered, but looks are sometimes decievi-

"You seemed surprised to find out that I was your teacher... What did you expect anyway?" Louis asked, interrupting Raven's thoughts, "the Dome is a strange place after all; you could have had anybody - maybe a sailor?.. They've been known to get into fights at the drop of a hat." For emphasis, he dropped his hat, but then picked it up, along with the rest of the things he had with him. He walked toward and along a corridor, motioning Raven to follow; "Sailors will get into all sorts of mess if you let them do what they want."

What the heck is he talking about? Raven wondered It's not like this guy is a sailor himself - he doesn't have that feeling around him...

Raven looked around only to realize that Louis was no longer walking in front of her,but was now about 20 paces behind her, in front of a metallic door with a circular window near the top. "You might want to watch where you're walking; it's easy to get lost in these corridors," Louis called out.

As she walked back to Louis, Raven asked him, " What were you talking about with that stuff about sailors anyway? It's not like you are one."

"I might be..."

"But you're not."

As he opened the door next to him he said, "all right, I'm not a sailor... but I do know some sailors..."

In this new "room" was an ocean. Standing on the deck of a rather large steamship (about the size of a small village), Raven saw twenty or so people in uneven rows, marching and attacking the air in front of them in time with an instructor's verbal beat.

As Louis and Raven approached the group, the instructor saw them and said to his group in a commanding tone, "stand down men, rendevous by the helm in double-oh fifteen."

To Raven, it was obvious that the men and women who were being instructed were not sailors, as they seemed to care little for their leader's attitude, but the man himself - the one with this attitude... he definitely had the sailor "look".

"Admiral David P. Jones at your service Minstrel Fritz." Raven didn't know why, but Louis seemed to find the admiral's name a bit funny, as she saw him supress a laugh.

Does this admiral ever speak in a normal way? He sounds so... official.

"As I've told you before Admiral: I may be a minstrel, but that's not a rank. Just call me Louis," he said casually.

"Of course mins- I mean, Louis," the man didn't seem to like addressing people without using a title. "And who do we have here?" Admiral David asked, looking in Raven's direction.

"My name is Raven, and I've got no idea why I'm here," she stated bluntly.

"To fight of course! We have a very reliable source which tells me that you're at least the equal of any one of my men or women here. In fact, we'll let you choose which one you want to fight," the admiral told her. "Come up to the helm, and you can pick then."

Not given enough time to tell the man she didn't think she was strong enough to fight any of his students, Raven walked slowly to the edge of the ship and looked across the horizon blankly, If they truly think I'm good enough to fight these people, they've got to be pretty weak...

As Raven looked out to sea, Louis walked up to her. "It's not the type of helm which a person wears," he casually said in case Raven did not know the term, "on a ship like this, the helm is a part of the boat where the captain, or in this case, the admiral, tells people what to do. It's the room on the other side of that window," he said, pointing at a large window near the top of the ship.

"I guessed that, it's just... I've got no idea what's going on; no more than 5 hours ago I was floating in a field of nothingness, and now I'm a student at a school I've never heard of, and yet people already seem to know vaguely who I am," Raven responded.

"It's all a mystery of the Dome; no one has figured out how the Dome works, or even how long it's been around."

"Seriously?"

"Completely."

"Fine," Raven sighed, returning to the matter at hand, "lead the way."

As she finished saying this, Louis and Raven were quickly walking up to the helm. While Raven followed Louis, she thought about the people the Admiral was instructing, while in line in front of their instructor, they were all perfectly obedient and stayed in precise form, but as soon as he dismissed them, they all went in different directions and acted differently from eachother... Maybe I should look into that later...

When they finally reached the helm, the admiral was standing with five other people. "These are the people you may fight," he stated. "If you wish, you may ask each of them one question before choosing which one to fight."

Raven glanced at the five people - four men and one woman - and thought carefully about what questions she would ask them.

The first man was tall and muscular and carried no weapon. He only wore a pair of brown, ripped pants, and had numerous unidentifiable tattoos all over his chest, stomach and back. When Raven looked at his face, she saw a hardened gaze; it pierced her soul, and her intuition told her immeadiately that it really did - this man was studying her more than the average person could.

"What is my greatest strength?" Raven asked the man, seeing if he really could see inside her mind.

The man looked at her for a few seconds more, seeming to be searching for the answer, then suddenly looked puzzled. "To... hide in your own pocket," he stated with slight confusion.

This baffled Raven. His gaze must have either been wrong, or he knows something I don't...

The next man was rather lean and slightly hunched over, wearing a purple and green full body suit, a pair of polished white leather shoes, and the cheesiest grin she had ever seen. But, as they say, it's all in the eyes, and in this man's eyes she saw... cruelty. Cruelty in a surprisingly pure way, but cruelty nonetheless. Raven couldn't see any weapons, but did not doubt their existence.

Her question was clear: "How many ways do you know how to kill a man?"

Without missing a beat, the grin said it plainly, yet still with an inflection of his own personality. "Two thousand, three hundred and eighteen, not counting the lingering kinds of death."

Raven found this scary, and as she looked around the room, she saw that she was not alone in her reaction - everybody else in the room had the same look on their faces except the man with the piercing gaze, who Raven figured must have already known, and the third man, who was a man with a mostly metal face and thus barely showed any emotion.

The third man was covered in metal on not just his face, but all over the rest of his body too; it was intergrated into his skin in such a way that it was clearly not armor, but Raven knew it would still be harder than normal skin. His right arm was entirely covered in metal and had a circular end, which Raven assumed concealed his weapon.

As Raven could not think of a question for the metal man, she looked to the next person - the only female - and saw... herself. The only thoughts which went through her head before Raven asked her question was that it couldn't be Tera, as Tera was not a student at the Dome and thus would not be under the command of the Admiral.

"Who are you?" Raven demanded.

"I decided that 'Thira' would be a suitable name for me," she said with a smile.

"Then you..."

Thira nodded, expecting this response.

I thought that I was safe if I used a portal while in the void already? But if she's here... I guess not. Raven frowned at the thought.

Briefly glancing toward the last person, Raven felt as though there was no need to ask the last man a question, but when she turned back to Louis and the Admiral, Louis spoke up; "Look back Raven," he said simply.

When she looked back, she couldn't get her eyes to focus themselves on the fifth man; whenever her head was facing the right way, her eyes automatically moved to face a different way, and when she moved her eyes to the right spot, her head moved. W-what is this guy? She wondered, although even thinking about him was a slight struggle in itself.

"H-h-how a-are y-y-you d-doing thi..." Raven couldn't quite finish the question - it seemed as if this man was able to control her thoughts, making her attention shift away from him no matter how hard she tried.

When the Admiral saw Raven struggle, he knew she had found out enough about the last man, and so he announced, "Raven. The time has come to decide - out of all the people here, whom you will duel?"

Raven thought about it. She looked at the first person and figured that a fight against a clairvoyant would be difficult, if not impossible, so she would not fight him. She looked at the second person, and knew that entering in a fight with someone of such cruelty would be far too dangerous - practically suicidal - so she would not fight him either. She looked at the third person and saw that a fight with him would involve little (if any) trickery, and was possibly her best bet for a fair fight, so she might choose him. She looked at Thira and immeadiately knew that she could not in her right mind fight herself... or at least someone who was that close to being another Raven. She was understandably unable to look at the last man, and so fighting with him would be out of the question.

"I think I've decided," Raven said as she walked to be in front of the metal man, "I choose..." then, in a reflection in the eye of the third man, she saw a man who looked familiar to her; a man who was fiddling with a colorless ball which Raven recognized as soon as she turned on her heel to face him, "...that man," she said sharply, pointing at the man holding a bolo.

OoC: Sorry to cut it off there, but the rest is going in my Character Fiction. There's way too much important plot to keep in a training thread. (but critique on that - put here - would still be appreciated)
I also gave Louis a new acquaintance (the admiral), but due to the size of the dome (and how long Louis has been there), I'm doubting this could turn into a canonity problem.

1747 words... It's long enough anyways >>

I'll get to the Character Fiction this weekend, or perhaps before that (your time; it's already saturday here >.<)

EDIT: The Character Fiction is complete. It's almost two and a half times bigger than this. (although... it does include this >_>)

EDITed to compensate for Raven's personality.

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