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MrRandom · #5 [ ] 02-13-2008, 01:34 AM

OoC : Alright, here it is. Bit shorter than last time, though.

White got up off the ground, dusted himself off, and took stock of his surroundings. The walls of the large building he found himself in were a dull metallic colour, and devoid of any features whatsoever save for a door on the wall opposite him with the words "New arrivals" painted on it in large red letters. Shrugging to himself White headed over to the door and walked through it.

He had just shut the door behind him when an arrow came whizzing through the air and embedded itself in the door just above his head. Startled, he spun around and drew his shortswords only to come face to face with a tall man holding a longbow and grinning childishly. He wore a dark green hooded cloak and had a quiver of odd-looking arrows on his back.

The man walked up to White and introduced himself as Learon. He said he was a bit of a practical joker. No kidding, thought White, though he must have decent aim to be able to do that without thinking that he could miss and kill me. Learon was wearing an odd set of clothing that appeared dark green, but turned grey when viewed from a different angle.

Checking around the corridor he found himself in, he noticed that the walls had been painted a dark green colour but the floor was just grey concrete. There was a sign on the wall saying "New arrivals this way" with an arrow pointing down the corridor. White headed down the corridor in that direction noting the cheap looking fluorescent lighting that was swaying forlornly from the ceiling. When he noticed Learon following him, he turned to him and asked why he was doing so.

"I always like showing up and giving the new students a bit of a scare," said Learon with a bit of a chuckle taking off his hood off his head so that White could see his face. He was rather unkempt; his hair was brown and all over the place, though it somehow managed not to obscure his vision, and his eyes were green and wild-looking, but with a hint of a calmer blue colour.

"AH! He's going to kill us!"

"I'm sure it- wait, who are you?"

"Hm, that was odd..."

"What was odd...?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing..."

"Oh, I'm nothing now, am I?!"

"Who was that?" snapped Learon in a surprisingly worried voice, as he looked around wildly for the source of the voice. "It sounded an awful lot like you..."

"Uh, it's a bit of a story. Let's just say he's a part of my mind. A fragment, if you will. I try to keep them secret mostly, but it isn't easy when they do that"

"Ah, who cares..."

"I do! I don't want everyone calling me a freak..."

"Oh, right..." Learon said, sounding considerably relieved, "Don't worry, there's none of that here. Most of the Dome's students are abnormal in some way. I'm pretty much as normal as they come."

"I can see we're in for a fascinating experience here. Now, I haven't asked where we are yet, so where on Earth are we?"

"We're not on earth, we're in some sort of weird extradimensional pocket of space. At least I think that's what they told me...I can't really remember."

"Fascinating..."

The pair reached the end of the corridor and entered a large hall full of tables. The floor had a black and white checkered pattern, and White noticed a pair of people taking advantage of this to play an almost human-sized game of chess. The pieces seemed to be moving of their own volition, but after a minute of observation, Purple pointed out that they were probably using telekinesis or a similar power.

"Oddballs...I'm going to fit in well here." thought White with a smile on his face.

"So it would appear."

There were people dotted around the hall, most of them sitting at tables. Several of them were eating what White assumed was lunch, given the time on the clock set into the wall opposite them. It seemed like your average sort of canteen area, until you began to notice the oddities in several of the patrons. A couple of them had wings folded up on their backs, and White could swear he saw someone with horns on their head, though when he looked again they were gone. Not only that, but almost all of them were carrying some sort of weapon : swords, daggers, bows, even flails...you name it, it was probably being carried by someone in the canteen.

White went and examined the menu. It seemed pretty normal, though they did appear to serve blood, which was odd. A closer look around the canteen revealed one or two vampires drinking what he'd taken to be tomato juice. Suddenly feeling a bit sick, he quickly turned back to the menu to avoid losing his appetite. There was a bit of other weird stuff too, but White decided not to dwell on it. He just ordered an egg salad sandwich and sat down at a nearby table, noting how comfortable the seats were. Purple immediately launched into a barrage of questions, to nobody's surprise.

"So, who came up with this place, anyway?"

"You know, I'm not sure. It's been around for as long as anyone I know can remember."

"And you said it was a training facility, so who are the teachers?"

"The teachers? They're all over the place. You might have seen one already and not have known it."

"But how do classes work and things like that?

"Well, I'm not exactly sure. I haven't been here long either, you know."

Once he'd finished the sandwich and had enough of watching the chess players, they walked out through a different door, much to Purple's irritation: he'd been interested to see how the game ended. They emerged into another corridor, only this one was lined with doors. Each door had a name on it, and White noticed that some of the names were a bit...odd. I mean, what kind of name is "Falenor"? The doors themselves were for the most part plain, brown affairs, though the occasional one had some symbol or other stuck on it, no doubt something to do with that room's occupant. Eventually, they came to Learon's door, and he vanished inside with a rushed goodbye, leaving White out in the corridor without a clue what was going on.

"Oh brilliant...that's the second time that's happened. Grr...

"Now, now, I don't think he'd have just left us here. This may be another test.

"Yes, it is possible that we are required to use what we know of the Dome so far to determine where to go next...

"Or we could just bash our way through all the doors until we find someone to help us.

"...That would be the dumb thing to do.

"It would also be an invasion of private property, most likely."

"Yeah, and I don't think it would be terribly pleasant for the room's occupants, either."

"Grr...aw, I wanted to bash stuff."

"Cheer up! You got to carry the crate and dig that hole, right?

"I guess so...thanks."

"Anytime, Magenta!"

"Um, yes alright, but what are we meant to do in the meantime?"

"Eh, who cares, let's just sit here."

"I say we find Learon again and stab him until he tells us what to do next!"

"He probably deserves it"

"That would just be wrong."

"Hurting others will only hurt yourself in the long run..."

"I don't know, I feel pretty good about it! How about we test this out on you..."

"All right, none of that. We need to be thinking here."

"Well, that was amusing to listen to..." the voice sounded bored and more than a little bit sarcastic.

White spun around at the sound of the voice. He saw that he was facing a door with "Tsuukai" written on it. Slapping himself for not telling his fragments to hold that conversation in his mind, he walked tentatively up to the door and raised a hand to knock.

"No need for that, I know you're there, White..." came the creepy, unnerving reply from the other side of the door.

"I was wondering when you would show up...a few more minutes and I'd have gotten bored and left. Lucky for you..." It sounded to White as though it might not have been altogether lucky for him, but he tried to put that thought aside as he waited for the door to open.

OoC : I think that was a bit better, though the description is probably still a bit thin.