[Zorolo]Aronin Orino's Training

[Fluesopp]

Chapter One, The Dome, the Skull and The Dome.
Aronin Orino went through the gates of The Dome. How he survived the journey, he didn’t know, but what really matters was that the old man had said that there were people that could teach him about his power, both to make them stronger and to control them. He thought of some accidents his powers had caused, and found himself being angry at his powers. Realizing this, he quickly focused and went back to his usual emotionless trance.

The dome was a giant sphere with a big park in the middle, but Aronin suspected that this was not actually “The Dome”, but merely a relaxing area of a bigger installation. Above him, the sun was shining brightly, and he did not have to use his kinetic powers to heat his body, as he had to during his three day journey through the freezing wasteland of Canada. He thought back at the old man at the shady inn, somewhere in Canada, that gave him the subtle directions to a place where he could learn control. The directions, which sounded so clear and simple when he first got them, sounded now more like fantasy and something he made up at the spot. Aronin had first mistaken him for a drunkard, but he felt there was something about that old man that was so right, and was soon mesmerized by his tales. He did not remember why he went to search for such a stupid thing as a fantasy training ground, but he still did.

The sun shone bright, and Aronin sat down at a stone in the middle of the dome, closing his eyes, waiting. He had no intension about finding someone right now, as he was completely exhausted after the journey, and as a matter of fact, he didn’t like people. As far as he remember, the old man was the only person he had trusted, since the first accident, and he had learned to not getting to comfortable with people, knowing what he could do if he wasn’t careful enough. And then he heard the voice.
“Fear ME!”

Aronin looked around, seeing no creature, and feeling no ghost or spectral beings.

“Fear ME! I am a mighty force! Do not underestimate my powers! Muahaha!”

He looked down, and saw a skull talking… Aronin first thought at all the laws of physics that had to be broken for a skull to be able to talk, but realized his own powers would also be a real brain teaser for the greatest scientists in the world, and shrugged it off.

“Who are you?” Aronin asked, politely. He was not shy and retired as was the case when he was conversing with humans, as this was not exactly a human.

“I am ‘Murray’! I am a powerful demonic force! I am the harbinger of your doom! And the forces of darkness will applaud me as I stride through the Gates of Hell – carrying your head on a pike!” Murray said, as his forehead moved up and down as he spoke, causing his teeth to rattle.

“Stride?” Aronin asked, slightly amused by this abnormal view.

“All right then, roll! Roll through the Gates of Hell!” Murray shouted, and added in a lighter voice:

“Must you take the fun out of everything?”

“Ok, mister scary skull, but who are you?”

“I.. Oh, whatever.. I lost my body to this dog, running away with my body, burying them in various places! And now I can’t go on causing terror on the world! Wait! Hold… Stop!” Murray exclaimed as Aronin picked him up to take a close look.

“I’ll help you find your body”, Aronin lied to him. He felt where the dog had buried his bones, but thought that giving the demonic skull his body back would not be the best idea.

“Serious?” Murray asked. “Why, thanks. I guess I must repay my gratitude in some way, so I’ll guess I’ll make your death a easy and painless one, instead of a long and horrible one! Muahahaha!”

“Sure. Just stay put here, while I’ll check out this place some more”

“What else can I do? I’m a skull!” Murray sulked as Aronin sat him down again.

The dome was empty, or at least appeared empty, and Aronin got the feeling he was being watched, by someone, as he walked to an opening in the dome, back to where he came from. It was still snow there, but it was melting fast, revealing flowerbeds, patches of grass and a small path going to a forest, an area Aronin knew was empty when he first went through the dome. Also, the air was different, almost as if in another place. As in a dream, he thought about the buried bones belonging to Murray, and felt if he could still feel them. He felt one, which was buried inside the dome. The rest was gone. Or was it him that was gone? What was this place?

While Aronin had thought about this, the snow had melted completely, and he realized he was standing on top of a hill, which was only strange, as the landscape was flat when he entered the dome. But the forest was so thick and had suddenly encircled the dome, so Aronin had no idea what was beyond. Walking back to the stone, he picked up Murray and walked out through the woods.

“Hey, what happened? Where is the desert?” Murray exclaimed, as they walked down, entering the dark forest about halfway down the hill.

“Desert?” Aronin asked. “It was a frozen plain, no desert.”

“When I entered the dome, it was a desert. I was chased by this scary big dog! His teeth were like razors *wah wah* , and his claws were like samurai swords *tching tching*! But the worst thing is the tounge!”

“What kind of dog was it?” Aronin asked, almost knowing what answer he’d get.

“Chishoawa, or something. Fearsome creature, I’ll say. It’s eyes were glowing with fire!”

“Murray, Murray…” Aronin shaked his head, and continued down the hill, which was starting to straight out. Murray continued to describe the fearsome Chihuahua, and Aronin was nodding, saying occationally “yes, yes” and “absolutely” so Murray should think he was interested. But his head was aching. The dome was in a desert, a glacier or something and a forest? Was it a portal or something, was it still at the big plains of ice in Canada or was it only here now? And where was this path leading? The last answer was quickly answered by the forest ending. As he strode out, he knew immediately where he was. This was The Dome.

The Dome was a big dome, almost like the one at the top of the hill, with many houses and buildings spread out around it. Occationally, he saw people parrying, people performing all sorts of magic and spells. Here and there, strange animals were emerging from thin air and in many places, fireballs were summoned. This was students, and Aronin knew at once that this was what he was looking for.
With hope in his heart, he stood still for a while with his eyes closed to get back into his emotionless, and walked into the big city, looking for someone willing to train him, and most important, food.

OoC: Is it ok to bring in Murray? I thought that since Aronin is a shy and not a person that is likely to have long and deep conversations with other persons, a talking skull could help out. And I find him very amusing. (Yeah, it’s Murray from The Curse of Monkey Island)
Also, was it a 500 words post? It became 1100 instead.. Sorry ‘bout that.
Edit: I changed the story a bit, and added some details here and there.
How is it with describing the Dome? Is it defined how The Dome look like, or can I be creative?

[Zorolo]

Mmkay, this is a very interesting opening to your thread, there are only a few problems: This first post is how your character arrives at the Dome. Also, you won't meet your teacher character until I figure out which character is best suited for teaching your character.

Also, I have no problem with Murray, who's actually very interesting. He can be Aronin's guide for a little while. You can keep him, since he's not more than a guide. Also, for text:

You wrote:

...he could do if he wasn’t careful enough. And then he heard the voice.
“Fear ME!”
Aronin looked around, seeing no creature, and feeling no ghost or spectral beings.
“Fear ME! I am a mighty force! Do not underestimate my powers! Muahaha!”
He looked down, and saw a skull talking… Aronin first thought at all the laws of physics that had to be broken for a skull to be able to talk, but realized his own powers would also be a real brain teaser for the greatest scientists in the world, and shrugged it off.
“Who are you?” Aronin asked, politely. He was not shy and retired as was the case when he was conversing with humans, as this was not exactly a human.
“I am ‘Murray’! I am a powerful demonic force! I am the harbinger of your doom! And the forces of darkness will applaud me as I stride through the Gates of Hell – carrying your head on a pike!” Murray said, as his forehead moved up and down as he spoke, causing his teeth to rattle.
“Stride?” Aronin asked, slightly amused by this abnormal view.
“All right then, roll! Roll through the Gates of Hell!” Murray shouted, and added in a lighter voice: “Must you take the fun out of everything?”
“Ok, mister scary skull, but what are you doing here?”
“Killing innocent civilians.. Oh, whatever.. I lost my body to this dog, running away with my body, burying it in various places! And now I can’t go on causing terror on the worl- Wait! Hold… Stop it or I'll bite you!” Murray exclaimed as Aronin picked him up to take a close look.
“I’ll help you find your body”, Aronin lied to him. He felt where the dog had buried his bones, but thought that giving the skull his body would not be the best idea.
“Serious?” Murray asked. “Why, thanks. I guess I must repay my gratitude in some way, so I’ll guess I’ll make your death a easy and painless one, instead of a long and horrible one! Muahahaha!”
“Sure. Just stay put here, while I’ll check out this place some more”
“What else can I do? I’m a skull!” Murray sulked.

Should be:

... he could do if he wasn’t careful enough. And then he heard the voice.

“Fear ME!”

Aronin looked around, seeing no creature, and feeling no ghost or spectral beings.

“Fear ME! I am a mighty force! Do not underestimate my powers! Muahaha!”

He looked down, and saw a skull talking… Aronin first thought at all the laws of physics that had to be broken for a skull to be able to talk, but realized his own powers would also be a real brain teaser for the greatest scientists in the world, and shrugged it off.

“Who are you?” Aronin asked, politely. He was not shy and retired as was the case when he was conversing with humans, as this was not exactly a human.

“I am ‘Murray’! I am a powerful demonic force! I am the harbinger of your doom! And the forces of darkness will applaud me as I stride through the Gates of Hell – carrying your head on a pike!” Murray said, as his forehead moved up and down as he spoke, causing his teeth to rattle.

“Stride?” Aronin asked, slightly amused by this abnormal view.

“All right then, roll! Roll through the Gates of Hell!” Murray shouted, and added in a lighter voice: “Must you take the fun out of everything?”

“Ok, mister scary skull, but what are you doing here?”

“Killing innocent civilians.. Oh, whatever.. I lost my body to this dog, running away with my body, burying it in various places! And now I can’t go on causing terror on the worl- Wait! Hold… Stop it or I'll bite you!” Murray exclaimed as Aronin picked him up to take a close look.

“I’ll help you find your body”, Aronin lied to him. He felt where the dog had buried his bones, but thought that giving the skull his body would not be the best idea.

“Serious?” Murray asked. “Why, thanks. I guess I must repay my gratitude in some way, so I’ll guess I’ll make your death a easy and painless one, instead of a long and horrible one! Muahahaha!”

“Sure. Just stay put here, while I’ll check out this place some more”

“What else can I do? I’m a skull!” Murray sulked.

Make sure you break up your dialogue with spaces between them, otherwise it looks like one giant paragraph. Okay, so a recap: remove the part where Aronin meets his teacher, since I'm still deciding on who should teach him, and fix up the other stuff. Again, Murray will be a good guide, methinks, so you can keep him. Also, make your post an adventure to the Dome. Finding Murray can be done elsewhere, but you're supposed to make your first post a journey to the Dome, not start at the Dome. That's all for now. Post here when you've made your corrections/edits.

[Fluesopp]

Ah, I didn't think of Murray as a guide, but more as comic relief, and as physical representation of Aronin's bad side. Always coming with comments like "I'll kill you" and "I'm Murray! A demonic force!"
He is actually a whimp, but is to proud to accept it.

But enough of Murray. He can be developed in many directions.
I did as you said, and added some more to cover up the holes it would make.
Also, how is it with describing the Dome? Is it defined how The Dome look like, or can I be creative?

[Zorolo]

OoC: Better. Now then, be imaginative with your description of the Dome, since it varies from person to person. Now then, here is what you need to do:

Assignment 1:

After describing the Dome, I want Murray and Aronin to enter the Dome and begin looking around. They can look around any of the set rooms (the library, infirmary, Garden Rooms, Fountain Room). End your post with the two wandering into a large room that is in the design of a Shakespearean theater set and describe the set. End your post there. Word minimum: 600 word.

[Fluesopp]

Chapter two: The white city.
To be an evil demonic skull, or not to be an evil demonic skull

The hunger was irresistible. Aronin Orino’s body had withstood three days without food, but now, it couldn’t hold back anymore. He almost vomited more than once, but since his stomach didn’t contain any food, he only belched stomach acid, which only made him sicker. If only there was a food store somewhere…

He walked slowly through the streets of the city, his eyes wandering, searching for some food. And just when he thought of just giving up, he spotted the small sign, green background and with a painting of a bread, hanging over a small shop. Slowly, he went over to the shop, still carrying Murray who was not done explaining how fearsome the Chihuahua was.

The lady behind the counter was of the kind you’d expect German dairymaids to be. Plump, happy and red cheeks.

“Hello, what can I do for you?” She asked with a happy tone in her voice.

“Bread, please…” Was all Aronin managed to say, while still remaining polite.

“Sure” the fat lady replied. “That will be three dublins please, or five chnits, if you use them”

Aronin felt in his pocket, and took out a twenty dollar bill, along with some rubbish.

“I only got this, will it suffice?” he said, handing the bill towards the lady.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear, only dublins or chnits. If you got any foreign currency, you need to exchange them in the bank, which is on the other side of The Dome.”

“But...” Aronin desperately pleaded. “I have walked for three days without any food. I need food!”

“Sorry boy, but I cannot do it. It’s against the shop’s policy. I must ask you to leave.”

Aronin, desperate, almost started to cry in pain, and tried one last time.

“But I need it! I’ll do anything! Anythi-“ Aronin was interrupted by someone, which had entered the shop unnoticed.

“I’ll pay for his bread.”

Aronin turned around, and saw a lady, about his age, brown hair and blue eyes, standing in the doorway, holding some money in her hand. She went to the lady, and gave her three coins, presumably dublins, and gave the bread to Aronin.

“Here you go,” she said, beaming at him with her eyes fixed at his. “Just make sure you always carry some dublins next time. See you later then. Oh, and what a cute skull.” And then she left, leaving Aronin standing with the bread in one hand, and Murray, which had stopped talking when he heard he was being called cute, in the next hand.

“Me? Cute? The demonic force that is me? Cute?”

Aronin didn’t say anything. The girl reminded him of a friend he once had. Before the accident. But he got to his senses quick enough, and shove the thoughts away. He was standing in a bakery, possessing food. There was no time for emotions now.
He quickly sat down by a table and to eat, placing Murray, who was amazingly silent, at the table, beside the bread. It didn’t take many minutes before the bread was gone, and Aronin felt his powers returning.

As he strode out on the streets with renewed powers, he started to notice the details around him. The city was like no city Aronin had visited on Earth, and as far he knew, this was not Earth. The city could resemble an old Arabic city, if the houses were made of brown clay. Every house was white, and the roads were not as dusty as they appeared to be when he first saw them. They were actually paved with magnificent stones, with tiny patches of grass growing between the stones. Everywhere there were trees, flowers and green objects, which was a strong contrast towards the sterile white color, giving the whole city a “bloomish” feel. That was at least the first word that came to his mind. The whole city was glowing brightly in the sun, and against the strong blue sky, it looked like an exotic painting.

The Dome looked appealing, raging high over the other buildings, and still being a low profile building. The shell was formed as a stretched out and flattened sphere, with the bottom part containing huge arcs where the openings were. Apart from the dome, there were four towers, each in one corner of the dome, each carrying a banner in a specific color, apparently representing the teachers. Four teachers, thought Aronin, and wondered if anyone of them could, and would, teach him. He went to the entrance, and just stood there, admiring the magnificent architecture, before entering The Dome.

Inside, the world changed drastic. There were no more of the uniform, bright, and white, atmosphere that was in the city. Here, light and darkness were blending around each other, dancing in a dance of death; darkness quenched light, light expelled darkness, in a silent and innocent, but deadly battle. There were no walls at the floor, no rooms or other properties, except for a big fencing area encircled by a small fence, only a half meter wide, and made of wood. Instead, all the rooms were in the roof and at the sides of the shell. It looked like the inside of a turtle shield, only much more colorful. Each corner of the room was colored in a specific color, with the rightmost being a pleasant green.

Aronin stood still a second, viewing the massive structure with awe, before going towards the green area of the dome. Why he chose green, he didn’t know. But it was something appealing with the green color and he knew it was the right way to go.

The door was heavy and bulky, but surprisingly easy to move, and Aronin went through the door, stepping into the awaiting corridor.

“This is creepy, really creepy. I get shivers down my spine!” Murray exclaimed.

“Isn’t you a powerful demonic skull? You must not be afraid. Besides, you don’t have a spine.” Aronin responded.

“Wait… That’s right. It’s my spine that is cold, because it is buried in the snow in some distant area. Stupid dog!”

Just then it struck Aronin that he had seen no one since he entered the dome. The silence was so enormous, pressing against the ear drum, and amplifying every sound the duo made, from the clattering of Murrays teeth when he spoke, or just moved, to the footsteps of Aronin on the soft carpet. As they moved inwards, Aronin opened a door, walking inside. He was shocked to see that he was in a room, with windows, high up on the wall in the dome. Somehow, they had moved upwards, without noticing. He went out, to the next door, opened it, and went it. Now they were in a room with a big window, and the Dome’s floor with the fencing area facing them, from the side! Somehow, the room was at the top of the Dome, and they were standing at the wall, watching downwards at the floor. Hurrying out, Aronin noticed that there were doors at the opposite wall in the corridor. They were fewer and more spread out, but still too many for Aronin to count.

Aronin opened a door, and stared into nothing. The room was completely dark, and even when the corridor was light, no light fell on the floor in the room. Closing the door, Aronin went to the next door, opening it, and found a huge room with huge bookshelves at one side of the room, a chess board at the other side of the room and a raised stage at the end of the room.

“Hamlet,” said Aronin, and nodded. He didn’t know Shakespeare too well, but in school, he had seen Hamlet as a part of the educational plan.

“Hamlet?” said Murray, looking at Aronin, which is just as hard as it looks like for a skull. “What’s Hamlet?”

“To be or not to be, that’s the question… It’s a act. Pretty boring actually. It’s about life and death and such, I think. Don’t you know about it?”

“To be an evil demonic skull, or not to be an evil demonic skull! That’s the question!”

“Is it really a question?” Aronin asked Murray, thinking he got himself a partner with humor.

“Never! I am Murray, the invincible demonic skull!”

“Thought so,” Aronin said, and put down Murray on the chess table, walking to the bookshelf.

It was a nice bookshelf. Not the kind you would expect at the regular home in England or America, it was handcrafted in such a way, it felt alive, and living. The carvings and the paintings were good as new, but as Aronin took a book from the shelf, many year with thick layers of dust fell down upon him, causing him to be even paler than usual. Brushing away the dust, and barely noticing Murray’s demonic laughter, he noticed a pair of chairs and a table standing in front of the scene. Upon closer inspection, Aronin found on the table a teapot, with hot water, and two covers.

ooc: 1529 words.. More than double of the requested. Just say if I write too long chapters... Also, the girl is a future plot, which I won't touch now. Puck told me I had to use this characters weakness in battle, so I need to lay out some plot threads for that, for future chapters.

[Zorolo]

OoC: Good post. Now then, Show time!

Assignment 2:

Now that Aronin has wound up on a stage, it is time for the performance. Upon walking around the stage a bit more, a sudden audience of all silhouettes will appear in the chairs, followed by actors. It is Aronin's job to escape from a large fight scene in the play where several people are all fighting with swords. End your post with the play ending leaving on Aronin and Murray left as the last person standing. Word minimum of 700 words.

[Fluesopp]

Chapter three: Surviving is an act.
You fight like a cow.

Aronin looked away from the teapot and took a look at the main part of the floor. About thirty chairs were lined up in a square, as if watching the act. He went up to the stage, but suddenly got a feeling that he shouldn’t been there at all, turned, and bumped his head at thin air. Somehow, something invisible and impenetrable was in the way. His senses fully alert. He felt the force field. It was covering the whole opening, and no opening was present. He took a step back, and concentrated. But as he hurled the fireball at the force field, and it came bouncing back, he knew he was in trouble.

He didn’t know what was going to happen now, and he knew was probably not allowed to be there either. As the consequences of his actions slowly emerged into his consciousness, he became more and more afraid, and he had to sit down to not blow something up, and getting him in even more trouble than he already was in.

It was silent, and Aronin’s body was aware of everything. From the slightly clattering of Murray, to the dusty cloud near the dusty bookshelf, and to the steam coming out of the teapot at the table in front of him. He gathered his thoughts and stored them inside him, filtering out every emotional weakness he had, greatly strengthening him after the long journey. He was exhausted, and he knew he was weak, but he had to gather his final strength. Again, he didn’t know why he was doing it. Somehow, it was just what he knew he was supposed to do.

Then the door handle moved. Aronin was ready at once, and forced himself to become as anonymous as possible, hoping he’d not be noticed by the stranger. Only, it was no stranger. It was a bunch of strangers, but from his position, he could not see if he knew any of them. Come to think of it, he didn’t know anyone at this place. Then three persons branched off from the group, went up to the stage, and walked right through the force field. Apparently, they knew each other, and Aronin heard them talking about tactics and supporting each other. Then the door opened again, and another group walked in. Again, three persons separated from the group, to enter the stage.
Aronin was calm, watching and analyzing the situation. The six people were clad for a fight, and for a second, he thought of revealing himself before the battle started, so he would not get involved.

That chance never came, as the door opened again, and another two persons entered the room. The two men sat down at the front table, and helped themselves with tea. When they sat down, the two groups went to the lined up chairs, and sat down next to each other. This was a staged fight. It was not Hamlet, but Romeo and Juliet, he thought, and then the combatants were ready for battle.

“May the best homeroom win,” said one of the men by the tea table.

“Yes, indeed. May the best homeroom win,” replied the other man.

A bell rang, and sword fighting was all over the stage. Two of the fighters were fighting back to back, holding off two combatants from the other team, while the two remaining were engaged in a fierce duel, while the two teams were cheering at their representatives, and Murray, enjoying this scene fully screaming: “You fight like a cow!” each time somebody missed. And just when it seemed as one of the duelists were winning, the other dodged a swipe and caught the hands of his enemy, and the two of them were moving towards the place Aronin stood, with his back against the wall.

Then, many things happened at once: as one of the duelist came too close to Aronin, he noticed him, halted, and was struck down by the other duelist and disappeared in a green flickering light. The victorious duelist turned to the audience, took a quick bow, turned back to the fallen enemy, and saw Aronin.

“BLOODY CHEATERS! They had four fighters!” He yelled at his teammates, who were still fighting backside, and charged at Aronin, which managed to summon a force shield at the last moment, effectively blocking the charge.

“They even got a psychic in! But I’ll handle it!”

Aronin took a look at the men sitting at the tea table, but they showed no sign of noticing that another person arrived in the fight.

“YAAAAAH! DIE FREAK!” screamed the remaining duelist and unleashed a combo of sword swipes at Aronin, forcing him to summon a more and more powerful shield for each blow, driving him backwards towards the force field. Aronin fought for his life, and was getting desperate, but still, he had not lost his will. He focused on his remaining powers, which depleted fast as he was continually blocking the sword from left and right, and summoned ice around the combatants feet causing him immobile. Caught off guard, the guy fell over, giving Aronin enough time to jump, with a little help of his power, over him, blasting his sword out of his hand meanwhile.

“Aie… I think my legs broke,” the guy said as he twisted in pain, before disappearing in a green flickering light.

“Muahaha! That showed them! Feel the power of Murray and his underling!” Aronin heard Murray shout out.

Now, the back-to-back fighting guys were fighting desperately with the two other guys, as they thought the other team were cheating, and was just waiting for which next dirty trick. Then suddenly, the back-to-back fighting team made a fencing mistake, which enabled the other team to get a strike at one of the duo, leaving only one person, which now found himself fighting two guys at once. But then, he changed style completely, jumping and dodging around the scene, sometimes so close Aronin he swung at him, nearly hitting, and managed to outmaneuver, and stab one of his combatants in the back, but at the same time leaving himself open for a split second, which was exploited by the remaining combatant.

Thinking it was over, Aronin went over to the remaining guy, wanting to ask some questions, and get out of here, only to be met by a sword, at his throat.

“Who are you? And why did you come here? You made us look like cheaters, you bloody bastard!”

“No, wait,” Aronin said, but had to summon a shield again, as the guy tried to stab him again. “I didn’t mean to... It just happened this way! Please! Stop!” And again, Aronin was forced towards the force field. In a quick glance, he saw what the guy had meant; the audience was now shouting at each other, accusing the other group for being cheaters, some with their sword drawn, some standing and some involved in small fistfights. And the two men at the tea table were just talking low together, taking no notice of the noise behind them.

Aronin focused again, collecting his final powers, making the blocking shield reflect the sword a bit further, summoning an explosion with all his powers, and releasing it right in the face of the guy. He felt the power of his explosion, and he felt being almost crushed against the force field. When he opened his eyes again, the guy was vanishing in the green light. Panting, Aronin turned to the audience, but saw only Murray, positioned as he left him, on the chess board.

“That’s the way to do it! Let them know that Murray, the evil demonic skull, shall torture and kill the ones that oppose him! Muahahaha!” Murray laughed as Aronin was leaning up against the force field, totally exhausted.

ooc: I think I need some more defensive powers on this guy.. It was hard to find a rythm I could work with. Also, I don't think I could kill someone stright out, withouth a very good reason.

Words: 1313, and I think I need to learn how to short things down. I think I describe things to detalied, which is something I learned from my teacher when I was in junior high school...

So, Puck, my shiny new teacher and approver. What do you think of me so far?

[Puck]

What do I think of you? I will decide once you finish MY assignment, I must warn you though...I am evil.

ASSIGNMENT TIME

Simple assignment time, have a table appear behind Aronin with two cups on it, and a man sitting on the far side. The man should ask Aronin to have a seat, and tell him he has a choice. One of the two cups on the table, one close to Aronin, the other close to the man. Aronin will be told one of the cups has posion in it, have Aronin pick one. Be origional, be imaginative, and most importantly remember that if choses the wrong one he dies. No word limit, end it whenever.

[Fluesopp]

Chapter four: Tea Timeout


”Have a seat.”

Aronin turned his head slowly, completely exhausted after the battle, still leaning towards the force field covering the stage. He noticed that a man was now seated at one of the chairs by the tea table, but noticed that it was not the same man that previously sat there. The man snapped his fingers and Aronin felt the force field dissolving, and fell down, tumbling to the base floor.

“Come on,” said the man with a sharp voice, “that’s no way to behave. Sit down now,” he added, gesturing towards the chair. Aronin got slowly to his feet and sat down at the chair.

“Now, what’s your name young boy?” The man took out a pipe from his coat along with a box of matches, “come on. Speak up!”

“Aronin.”

“Only Aronin?” the man peeked at Aronin, his fingers fiddling with the box of matches.

“Aronin Orino,” Aronin quickly added, looking shy and shamefully down into his lap. The man lit a match, igniting the content of the pipe causing Aronin to wrinkle his nose as the smell of tobacco reached him.

“I hope you realize what you have done? You interrupted a homeroom fight, breaking a combatant’s legs and causing great burns to another.” Aronin was shocked. He had caused some slight damage, but the combatants were stabbing each other with swords! Why was that accepted?

“So, can you tell me what you were doing at the stage? It’s illegal to be in here without permission you know!” The man wasn’t looking at Aronin, but at the stage, which made Aronin even more uncomfortable.

“Ok, so you won’t talk, that’s fine. I wouldn’t hear it either way. But you did something wrong, and must, as the rules are, go through a punishment.”

The man gestured towards the table, making Aronin watch. The teapot had disappeared, and now two cups with tea stood at the table. The man looked at Aronin.

“In one of these cups, I added a poison, which is tasteless, doesn’t smell or color the liquid in any way. It is also made of herbs. But the tea is also made of herbs. In the poisonous tea, the tea consists of one type of herbs, and in the other, the tea consists of two types of herbs. You must drink one of them, and if you drink the one without poison, you are free to go. But if you drink the tea with the poison, you will die a long and painful death, as the poison disables your lungs ability to absorb oxygen.” Aronin was calm, as he looked into the eyes of the man, showing no expressions at all.

“So, what do you choose? This cup, or this?” he said, gesturing at each cup.

Aronin looked at the cups, reached out, and took the cup at the left.

“Are you sure you want that one?” The man said, looking Aronin in his eyes. Aronin responded by drinking the tea.

“You’re a smart guy. Tell me. How did you know?”

Aronin finished his tea, which was not extremely warm, but pleasantly mild.

“I saw it in your reaction when you pointed at the cups. You tried to hide that you knew which cup the poison was in, but failed. It was subtle, but enough for me to notice.”

“Ah, but I might have faked that reaction, no?”

“Yes, and you did. I assumed that since you tried to make take the left cup, thinking I’d suspect that you would try to fool me, and therefore, switching again, showing me the right cup.”

“Clever. Very clever,” the man said, “How can you be sure I didn’t switch again?”

“Because,” Aronin answered, looking at the eyes of the man, still showing no emotions, “that could backfire, if I only thought you switched once. The safest was to switch twice, and you did so.”

“Precisely,” the man replied. “Anything else?”

“The right cup was placed in the Golden ratio, making it unconsciously the most appealing one, and therefore, the one with poison in. And more, I think you know me somehow, or have spied on me since you knew I was not from this place, but still talking to me like I was a student here.”

“Ah, but you are,” the man said, smiling.

edit: OoC: I assume I can choose if he lives or dies as you said stop whenever you want, right?
Also, if it feels a bit short, (I thought it was short) it's because I am experimenting with getting things done withouth having to describe everything.
And am I allowed to do what I did at the end?

“Ah, but you are,” the man said, smiling.

[Puck]

Originally Posted by Fluesopp

Chapter four: Tea Timeout

Heh...That ammused me xD

”Have a seat”

Eye spy with my little eye a lack thereof punctuation.

The man snapped his fingers and Aronin felt the force field dissolving, and fell down, tumbling down to the base floor.

You get a little redundant here, get rid of the second "down", plzkthxbai.

“Come on,” said the man with a sharp voice.* “That’s no way to behave. Sit down now,” he added, gesturing towards the chair. Aronin got slowly to his feet and sat down at the chair.

Period should be a comma.

“Now, what’s your name young boy?” The man took out a pipe from his coat along with a box of matches.* “Come on. Speak up!”

see above.

The man lit a match, igniting the content of the pipe and Aronin wrinkled his nose as the smell of tobacco reached him.

The word 'and" here is awkward and uncomftrable, change it to "Causing Aronin to wrinkle his nose," or something like that.

“I hope you realize what you have done? You interrupted a homeroom fight, breaking a combatant’s legs and causing great burns to another.*” Aronin was shocked. He had caused some slight damage, but the combatants were stabbing each other with swords! Why was that accepted?

Comma, ^_^





Did you notice that you made the same constant Comma mistake? Go back and fix all of them you can find. Once you are done with that, AND done with the other corrections post here, or in the Homeroom and your next Assignment shall come.

[Fluesopp]

OK, got my computer running again, and fixed the last chapter. (Did I get them all?)

Anyways, I'm ready for the next assignment.

[Zorolo]

Okay, good post. Now then:

Assignment Time:

Aronin's decision will bare fruits in this post. Time for him to find out if he lives or 'dies'. If you choose to have him not take the poison one, the man will vanish into what seems like thin air, and four stone warriors will fall from trapdoors at each corner of the room. Each of these statues will come to life one by one. If you choose this one, I want you to, in depth, describe the battle with one, and after it has died, end your post. If you choose this, I want pretty much a move for move description of the battle between the two figures. If you choose to have Aronin to 'die', he'll have a dream of sorts where he'll be challenged by a person shrouded wholly in darkness. This person will be an expert in all kinds of dark magics, including necromancy and summoning. Again, just like the other choice, this must be an in depth, greatly described battle.

There is no word limit, but I want a vivid image of pretty much each move either side makes. this is a good habit to get into for battles, because it makes fights more interesting. Get to work.

[Fluesopp]

The Rock
With 100% less Alcatraz and 40% more maniac skull.

Aronin blinked, and the man was gone. He sat still in his chair, holding the cup which he thought contained no poison, staring at the empty chair on the other side of the table, wondering what to do. He decided to drink the tea, as the man had instructed, and placed the cup at his lips, hesitating. What if he were wrong?

He braced himself and tilted the cup slightly, letting some of the hot liquids pass his lips. It tasted bitterly with a strong taste of herbs, but not exactly unpleasant. Swallowing, he felt the tea reach his stomach, and he felt warm in his whole body. As he drank the rest of the tea, he realized that the pain he had felt after his last battle was suddenly calmed, and he felt refreshed, almost like he had rested for a day. It was a great feeling, and he allowed himself a slight smile, something he had not done since his change.

A screeching noise splintered the air as the rusty hinges of the ancient trapdoors were brutally bent. Aronin almost jumped in the air from the shock when the four statues thundered down to the floor, almost breaking it. Then, only deafening silence. The only sounds that were hearable were the occasional clicks from Murray, and Aronin’s quick breathing. The air was static with tension, so tense that only the slightest disturbance would cause a disaster.

Aronin watched the statues, which were standing in the four corners of the room, motionless and without purpose. They were huge, about two and a half meters high, and had no resemblance to anything he had ever seen before. They were almost cylindrical but had features such as a grotesque face, relatively short legs and no arms. Their face resembled a Chinese monster statue and the body was somewhat resembling a sumo-wrestler.

Then suddenly one of the statues sprang to life. In a strange motion, it squashed itself like it was made of rubber, and then sprang out, making the whole statue jump forward at least one meter. The floor shock as it landed again, and Aronin fell backwards on his chair, bumping his head on the floor as he landed. He suddenly noticed that it was not a wooden floor anymore, but a concrete floor.

The statue jumped forth again, making the floor shake once more, and Aronin rolled off the chair and jumped to his feet. Standing upright, he watched the terrifying statue, which was standing around five meters away from him. Was he supposed to fight it?

“What’ya waiting for kid! Use your powers and blast that idiotic thing!” Aronin heard Murray scream, from the floor. Apparently, the shakes had caused him to roll off the table where Aronin had placed him previously and now he was rolling around on the floor and cursed everything he bumped into. Aronin took a step backwards, and the statue jumped towards him again. He had to do something.

He closed his hands, and opened them in a flower-like shape, sending out a steady stream of flame towards the statue, totally engulfing it. It did not appear to harm the statue, but now it was constantly burning, making it even more menacing. “Ok, bad idea,” Aronin thought, and took yet another step backwards, causing the statue to jump again. He reached out another hand, and the air around the statue suddenly started to become white as the water froze, extinguishing the flames and encapsulating the statue in solid ice about five centimeters thick.

“That should do it,” Aronin thought to himself, and turned to Murray to pick him up. As he bent down, he heard a cracking sound and turned around. The ice shook, and suddenly shattered, flinging bits of ice all across the room and Aronin had to cover his head with his arms to protect himself. As the situation calmed down, Aronin looked at the statue again, only to see that nothing had harmed it. The only thing the ice had done was to cause Murray, which had been hit by a flying ice cube, to bump into countless pieces of ice as he rolled around the floor yet again.

“What now?” Aronin thought and eyed the statue. Somehow, he could feel the statue and how it was built. Almost as in a vision, he realized that the stomach was the weakest point. Stepping backwards yet again, he now knew what to do. A well placed explosion to the stomach was sure to destroy it, and he made yet another hand motion, pointing at the stomach. Almost instantly, the molecules in front of the stomach split, causing the water to split to oxygen and hydrogen, creating a compressed mass of oxyhydrogen gas. A second after, it reacted, causing an explosion aiming straight at the stomach of the statue. It shattered in a pile of smoke, leaving the area where the statue had been standing covered in smoke. Then he heard footsteps. Stone against concrete…

Out of the smoke, a stone figure came, quite different from the previous statue, as this looked like a medieval knight, with arms and legs, and a sword and shield held up. It did not move very fast, but fast enough for Aronin. It lifted its sword above its head and with the shield held in front, he ran at Aronin, who made ready a barrier to block his attacks. But it was not necessarily.

Aronin stood ready, eyes closed to focus better on the barrier, as the blow was going to be hard, and prepared for the attack. It never came. Instead, Aronin heard a something big falling to the floor, and Murray that cursed something. He opened his eyes, and the statue lay on its back, one arm shattered and the other still holding the shield. Apparently, it had stepped on Murray, which Aronin assumed would have caused the skull to be crushed, and fallen backwards.

“Bloody stupid thing! It stepped on me!” Murray murmured from the corner he had stopped in. Aronin watched the statue, which lay motionless on the floor. “Better to not take any chances,” Aronin thought and focused on the air around the statue for a while, and released a huge explosion that shattered the statue to pieces.

“WOHOO! That’s what I call explosion!” Murray screamed in excitement as Aronin turned away from the pile of rocks and went over to Murray to pick him up.

[Zorolo]

OoC: Not bad. Not bad. Still, I guess describing battles without swords is a bit different than weapon combat. ^_^ Anyway, next assignment:

Assignment Time:

The other statues will become, just that, statues again. They'll sit in the room. Have Aronin notice a button where the forth had been standing and have him stand on it. It was cause the room to become an elevator. When the room stops moving, Aronin will leave the room and find himself in a battlefield... an old one that is littered with weapons, armor, and corpses. Have him explore a little bit, and eventually he'll find skeletons fighting themselves. Upon being discovered they will... survey says... attack Aronin for invading their battle. Have Aronin defeat a few of them and the rest will back off. End your post when he's destroyed a number you feel would about do it. 800 word minimum.