OoC: Ok, here it is. It took me two days to think of anything that would fit within the required parameters, but I did it anyway.

BiC: Renick jogged at an easy pace alongside the man he had just met. The man hadn't introduced himself, and neither had Renick. In fact, Renick hadn't even needed to. The strange man had read his mind to obtain that information. Which angered Renick above anything else. The man had intruded on his thoughts, he had good reason to be angry. He said nothing to the man, not wishing to associate himself with him in any way. Whenever the man asked a question, Renick left it unanswered. He made sure not to think anything either. If the man tried to read his mind again, he would encounter nothing but a whirlwind of pain, suffering, and darkness.

"You're paranoid of me, aren't you?" The man asked. Renick said nothing.

"You don't need to be. I haven't been able to read your mind since we met."

Have you now? Renick thought angrily. He waited to see if the man would answer his thoughts. Because if the man was lying, surely he would have responded to them. But he hadn't, he just continued flying. Soon Renick noticed he was lagging behind a little. He ran until he was once again beside the man.

"Whats your name anyway?" Renick asked quietly.

"Ranul." said the man. Renick, satisfied with the answer, didn't ask anything else. Renick packed on more speed, again to stay alongside Ranul. Except this time, he didn't slow down. Ranul had also put on speed, forcing Renick to run. Then he abruptly turned left, and stopped. Renick came running up to him five seconds later.

"Try to keep up." Ranul said bluntly. Renick dismissed the coment, and waited to start going again. And when he did, Renick was only a second behind. His determination to stay with him outweighed the tiredness in his legs, forcefully willing them to keep going. Ranul made another sharp turn, this time to the right. Renick anticipated this and stayed with him. Then Ranul made a direct turn around in the opposite direction, leaving Renick behind. Ranul again stopped, and waited for Renick to catch up.

"It would be nice of you to stop slowing down like that. Renick."

"Maybe if you made less turns like that, I would stop slowing down like that."

Ranul shrugged "It doesn't matter anyway, we're here." Ranul spread out his hands to take in the large room in which they now stood.

"It looks like a jungle to me. A jungle with, people." Renick said disgusted.

"Yes, I suppose it does. Well now that we're here, bye." And with that, Ranul blinked out of existence. In the distance, Renick thought he heard a sound like a bird splatting against a window, followed by a door opening, then closing. Renick looked around the jungle room. It had four doors, east, west, north, and south. In between the doors were seperate rooms which served various purposes. He was about to venture into the jungle and look for a secluded space, when a familiar voice called his name.

"Renick! Renick Forshire! Or, just Renick, whichever it is."

Renick looked into the room, that appeared to be an eatery, and saw the old man he had met before coming to the dome. The old man left some money on the table next to some scraps of food, and started running towards Renick.

"I must say, it is so nice to see you again."

I can't say the same thing about you old man.

"Now then, welcome to the homeroom. This is where you eat, clean up, read, or whatever. Be sure to enjoy yourself, whatever you do."

"Enjoyment has no meaning, old man."

"Well, not for you, maybe." The old man said angrily. "Just because you see no meaning in enjoyment, doesn't mean every one doesn't. Now then I have soething for you. Wait here." The old man left Renick, and disappeared in a room filled with books. A book floated out of the door, and into Renick's hand. A note was attatched that said: "Read this. It is the first thing that will tell you about what you nearly threw away."

Once again the old man was very vague on details. But at least he had a start. The book was titled "The History of Forshire". Renick stared at the last word in the title. There again was his last name. He flipped through the pages to air it out. Dust flew in the air as he did so.

I wonder how long this book has been sitting in there?

Still flipping, he noticed there were some pages missing from the back. A small scrap was still attatched to the binding. And on the scrap, in the midst of several small tears, were the letters: E, N, and C. What it meant was a mystery to Renick. But, somehow, he found this mystery rather intriguing. He set off into the small jungle to read the book in privacy.

OoC: And if I ay say this: Renick never laughs, not nervously, happily, or evily. Never has never will. Just wanted to say that.