OoC:
Slapstick will never die!
BiC:
Immediately after giving that command, Sileya turned and began to walk calmly away. Blitz sheathed his sword and began to ponder what she had said for a moment. Suddenly, he realized that he had no idea where he was or how to get to where he needed to go. Not wanting to be left behind, he hurried after the elven woman. Thrusting out a hand, he cried “Wait!”
Sileya stopped and half-turned to face the swordsman with a sly grin on her face. He narrowly avoided slamming headlong into her. “What is it, Blitz? Don’t you know how to navigate the Dome?”
He flinched at the condescending tone, but kept in mind that she was only trying to be helpful. Inwardly he frowned. “Uh… no,” he admitted with an embarrassed expression, his gaze wandering down to his boots. Asking for help was not something he had ever been good at. “Can you help me get out of here?”
With an amused laugh and a good-hearted smile, Sileya took him by the hand and led him forward across the seemingly empty prairie. “Of course!” Blitz nearly lost his balance when she lurched forward, dashing across the endless fields of grass. He was not entirely sure what happened after that, but shortly after she took his hand they somehow ended up back within the halls of the ever-shifting construction.
I don’t understand this at all, thought the swordsman in exasperation.
“Now,” Sileya began, releasing his hand and facing him, “you must find the room marked with your name. The Dome knows you are here and will have a room ready for you. All you have to do is find it.”
The prospect of getting lost in this gigantic complex of complexity again made Blitz sick to his stomach. “Er… couldn’t you just lead me there instead? This place is kind of confusing…” he muttered, giving the hallway a thorough look.
Sileya leaned close and gave him a knowing grin that gave Blitz the impression she thought he was inexperienced, but he came to the conclusion that he was only being over-sensitive. This usually happened to him around women, especially attractive ones. Poking at his chin with one finger as though he were child, she said, “Sorry, but you will be on your own for a while. I have other things to take care of, so just don’t worry and you will find your way eventually.”
Blitz had been about to ask how long
eventually might be when she took a few steps back, and the Dome suddenly shifted again. “Hey, wait!” But it was too late; Sileya had disappeared from sight behind another wall. “Grr,” growled the swordsman anxiously. He did not enjoy wasting time, and wandering around the Dome looking for a room that might not even exist seemed an awful lot like wasting time.
A deep, relaxing breath calmed his still-racing nerves from the battle before, and the anxiousness floated away. Now that he was calm once more, Blitz found his eyes wandering the hall he was now in. There had been a door behind him to whatever world he had fought his teacher on, but now that oak barrier had vanished into thin air. Sileya had vanished behind a wall to his left, and the hall seemed to continue on the right. “I guess that’s where I’m going, then.” As he casually strode down the hall, he noticed that the decorative tapestries and the carpet were gone. Also, the floor, which had previously been a marble textile pattern, was now plush, thick, and velvety. Of course, that was nothing to complain about; it would feel comfortable on his bare feet.
As Blitz sat down to remove his traveling boots, he found his thoughts turning to the elf’s words of earlier.
What did she mean by the Dome will have a room ready for me? he wondered. Was the Dome some sort of higher sentient being in the form of an erected structure? But that was a ridiculous notion! How could a being exist as a building? It made no sense whatsoever.
Tying the laces of his boots to his belt, Blitz wiggled his toes on the soft surface of the carpet. Satisfied with the tickling sensation, he stood and continued his trek down the hallway while his boots bounced gently against one another, creating a soft clatter. The sound was almost musical in conjunction with the sword sheathed to his back. He was paying so much attention to the sound that he failed to register an almost inaudible rumbling.
KLONG!
Gripping his nose tightly and screaming into his hands, Blitz tried to quell the dread that he might start gushing blood. Carefully removing his hands from his face to see that he was all right, Blitz looked at what had knocked him down. There was a wall in front of him, and he was one hundred percent certain that it had not been there before. A wave of irritation washed over him as he rose, delivering a swift kick to the solid wall. “Argh!” he cried out, gripping his foot in pain and hopping around to avoid applying unnecessary pressure. He had forgotten that his boots were not on. Tumbling over backward, Blitz let his foot rest idly on the ground. He tossed an angry glare at the wall that had offended him and realized with a start that there was now a door on the wall. It had appeared while he was dancing in circles on one foot.
The door was a simple one, composed of aged oak with graceful lines running through its smooth, polished surface. Simple, but remarkable nonetheless. What Blitz found most intriguing about the door, though, was the fact that a bronze plaque was placed just above the halfway point. The plaque bore five letters emblazoned into its surface: BLITZ.
“Huh,” muttered Blitz thoughtfully, propping himself up with his arms. This
Dome was definitely trying to get on his nerves. His eyes came to the wall next to him, and he gave it a cold glare. “What, are you tying to teach me patience? ‘Cause it won’t work! My head is
way harder than yours!” he scolded the solid surface.
Then, fearing that his room might disappear in resentment, he quickly rose to his feet and whipped open the doorknob.
Well… time to see what I get to look at for the next few hours. Careful, expecting the unexpected, Blitz walked cautiously into the room. But what he could never have predicted what awaited him within these four walls.
Every inch of every wall was lined with portraits, paintings, photos, all imprinted into the surfaces. Each one of those pictures depicted a single person: his late wife. In the center of the forty-by-thirty room was a small pond lined with ivy. In the center of the pond was a statue depicting Amy dancing in a long, flowing gown. Her right arm was outstretched, and from it spouted a constant stream of fresh, clear water. The floor itself was plush and velvety, much like the carpet that lined the halls outside his new room. Several translucent tapestries hung from the ceiling, bearing black backgrounds with flames emerging from their tops; it was Blitz’ favorite design. Off to the side, in the far left-hand corner, was an ornate king-size bed fitted with thick comforters and a plush pillow. He walked toward the bed, noticing something that lay atop the pillow. With a single hand he scooped it up to find that the object was a doll—an Amy plushy.
Blitz raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Creepy.”
OoC: I actually had this idea a while back, and it was just so funny that I couldn't resist. ^_^ You have to admit, that
is really creepy. Even if it is charming... well, for Amy anyway. I based this idea off of the concept that the Dome's private quarters are designed to fit the individual's personality. Since Blitz' love for Amy is a very dominant quality, this sort of thing is only natural. *Deranged grin*