Re: [Safer] Fatalis' Training
Fatalis crossed the threshold of the Dome and closed the door behind him. The smooth, steady, almost automatic motion of the door returning to a closed position suggested some influence on it‘s movement other than just Fatalis’ hand, some kind of benign magical enchantment or technology perhaps. Without being quite sure why, this made Fatalis feel very uneasy, and he instinctively reached for the hilt of his sword, it’s familiar feel calming him to a degree. He drew Nihil in his left hand and began to scan his surroundings.
The Dome was an impressive construction, but was something of an ambiguity to Fatalis. It’s walls seemed to surround everything in sight; it was almost as if everything within the walls was in touching distance while nonetheless stretching to an artificial horizon. Fatalis felt as if he lacked the focus to properly define what his eyes were seeing. Fatalis began to walk in a direction he automatically knew to be ‘the right way’, on an almost instinctive level. In the distance, he saw a desk and a veiled figure sitting behind it and this encouraged him slightly.
“This just has to be the right way, I’ll ask whoever is at that desk for directions,” Fatalis grunted, though directions to quite what, he wasn’t sure.
As he walked towards the desk in the distance, he noticed he didn’t seem to be making any progress, almost as if he were walking on the spot. Indeed, he was getting tired from walking and the distance seemed longer by the step. Fatalis stopped and, deep in concentration, he closed his eyes. Keeping the image of the desk in his mind, he began to run, eyes still closed, towards where he estimated the desk was. Leaping into the air, he aimed to land directly in front of the desk. As he travelled through the air, his stomach seemed to drop out from beneath him, and he crashed into the floor, rolling forwards before coming to stop in a heap.
His mind felt fuzzy when he regained consciousness, the force of the impact having scrambled his brain a tad. Opening his eyes, he found himself not lying on the floor as he would have imagined, but rather standing up, as unblemished as before he slammed into the floor.
The receptionist coughed politely, before addressing Fatalis.
“Greetings young man, if you wouldn’t mind taking a seat, Heishuro Maruchi will be with you in a moment,” she explained, her eyes lacking any emotion and her voice monotonous. Fatalis didn’t reply, but rather nodded in recognition before seating himself on one of many deep, comfortable chairs and relaxing, his eyes closed.
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