[Puck] Padme's Training

OOC: You are dreaming! Because now, you need to go back, and add in all of the lessons taught so far! Meaning, that you need to add in interaction with another NPC for dialouge. No combat will be necessary, as you can do detailed motion with her opening the door or something.


However, post it as a new post instead of going back and editing. This mini lesson is to demonstrate what you gain by focusing on aspects of writing versus just going forth and writing. :3

OoC: Ouch X.X I'll get to it, then.

OOC: Rubs some healing balm on you. <33

OoC: Okay, this took A LOT of time to finally get to and write, but it is done! Thank you for your patience!

BiC:

Student? Student to him? Student to the guy that had led her into crowds of strange humans with turtle heads? Student to the warrior who had beaten her senseless? Student to the man who just walked off after no words of honor after their duel?

This was not the learning experience Padme had had in mind.

Sure, there were supposed to be trials, great tests of strength only the mightiest could endure. There would be bloody battles and bone chilling scenes, things that would scare any decent haschen silly! This was why Padme had left, why she had heeded the advice of the elders to go on a journey. She was supposed to gain honor, experience, bravery, all of the things an honorable warrior needed! But no, not this time. Padme was going to be taught by some strange human in a bright red shirt. It was a good thing the elders didn’t know about this.

With a resigned sigh, Padme hopped down the long corridor of doors, her disinterested gaze passing over them like one counting sheep. Her long, graceful legs carried her weight firmly, her padded feet silent against the stone. As she leaped with the staff in her mouth, its bangles jangled noisily against the ground, both metal and wooden clanking echoing through the empty hall. This eventually became a dull thumping to Padme, the rhythm of her movements almost hypnotizing herself.

As Padme continued to watch the walls lined with doors, she found that they, too, seemed to have a sort of pattern. They were all tall enough for humans, towering over the large rabbit like great wooden walls, each one a perfect rectangle. How had Neeko expected her to open any of them?

And then she saw it. Just two more doors down, there was a sudden gap in the wall, a stone interruption between the large doors. A passerby of human size would not notice such an insignificant thing, but at Padme’s height, it was fairly obvious. At the bottom of this stone wall there was a small door, the top of its curved frame reaching only an inch above the tip of Padme’s ears. With great curiosity, Padme stopped at the small planked door, which had no handle. Engraved right at eye level in fine haschen print was “Padme”.

“Hmm. Very strange.” The yellow furred creature sniffed cautiously at the door, its wood smelling very much like the oak trees from her forest. The scent was very familiar, causing a strange ache in her chest. Who knew how far her forest was from her now?

With a good deal of caution, Padme pushed against the door with her small paws, and it swung inwardly with very little resistance. Upon opening it, a bright light streamed through the doorway, filled with all of the wonderful smells of her home. There was the cheerful perfume of daisies, the succulent scent of strawberries, and the sharp smell of pine, all within one breath of the world behind the door.

The small creature padded into this strange world with awed silence, taken completely aback by the sight before her. Instead of another human room surrounded by stone walls, Padme was standing in a secluded grove of trees. All around her, as far as she could see, as far as she could hear, there was only a world of plants.

Padme glanced cautiously behind her, half expecting that the hallway was completely gone by now, but there it was, an empty stone room on the other side of the door. With sudden curiosity, Padme quickly slammed the door shut, then opened it again just to make sure. On the forest side, this door appeared to have been engraved into the tree, but once she opened it, the same dull hallway appeared before her. This strange magic confused the small creature, but after a few more hops through the threshold of the door, she finally decided to leave it alone.

Padme found herself quite relaxed in this new world, where the short green grass was soft and fragrant, and the dark treetops above were inviting. The wide leaves of the trees waved cheerfully in the breeze, though there were not birds to compliment them. As far as Padme could see, she was the only creature in the placid place.

After a moment more of taking everything in, Padme found a small pool of clear water laying at the base of one particularly large oak tree. A burning thirst made its way into her throat as she gazed at it, resisting only long enough to run to the pristine water to soak her mouth. After a few large gulps, the yellow creature threw herself in, the water coming up to her neck. Despite its chill, Padme washed herself with vigor, scrubbing off the blood and dirt that soiled her fur.

“Well, it’s about time!”

Padme immediately froze, looking into the grass to find the source of the squeaky voice. She thought it to be rather familiar, which was more of a surprise than a scare. “Who be there?”

“Why, don’t you remember? I’m appalled!” A flash of pink appeared in the grass before her, and Padme smiled as a tiny pink bird poked its beak through the foliage.

“Oh, it be you again! Padme went to door, just as bird say.” Padme nonchalantly replied as she scrubbed at her, entirely at ease, unlike the stiff creature before her. She felt at home in this grove, and as she really had obeyed the bird, she found no reason for anyone to be upset. Except that Padme was trying to destroy the strange dome place.

“Yes, it’s me!” The strange bird growled with an icy black glare.

“So…you need help? Padme be great warrior, she help no matter what!” Padme cried as she lifted her staff heroically. It might have had more effect if the sudden movement hadn’t sent a wave of cold water splashing into the bird.

“Why, I— I NEVER! How dare you, you nasty beast!” The bird screeched as it shook its feathers, shaking and grumbling like a spoiled child.

“Oh. No help then?” The small creature’s ears went down disappointedly, her posture softening just a bit. For some reason she couldn’t explain, the bird’s annoyance disturbed her to a great extent. She didn’t like being useless and clumsy, for those were the things a warrior was not supposed to be.

With a sigh, the bird straightened its long neck again, propping itself delicately on one black leg. “If you want to be of any use whatsoever, you ought to listen every once in a while!”

“Oh. Kay’.”

The simple response won only a dumbfounded look from the bird. Its beak opened and closed soundlessly, pure rage making every feather on its body bristle. “FINE! BE THE IMBECILE THAT YOU ARE! I SHOULDN’T EVEN BE THE ONE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU NEED TO GO TO THE CAFETERIA!” With that horrible screech over with (no pun intended), the bird marched off, its terrible prance creating only the tiniest rustle in the grass as it disappeared into it.

So, Padme go to “cafeateeria” now? Strange, strange. The small creature had no idea what the bird had meant, but she figured the only way to find out would be to find the strange human again. Hadn’t he said that he would be waiting?

Padme waited to see what had become of the bird, but after a small shrug, she turned and hopped back to the strange door, hoping to find Neeko somewhere within the strange human building.

OOC: Wonderful job on that post! Now, since we have the elements of a post covered, and you seem to know how to integrate them all properly, we will move onto development (read as torment) for your character.

Assignment Six

Respond to the following post, have Neeko finish eating before Padme, telling her to get some rest, as tomorrow there are things to do. Return Padme to her room, go to sleep, and wake up to find that lovely bird from earlier watching her. The bird will lead her to the Garden area of the Dome, where she will find a hedge-maze. She is told her staff is at the end of the maze. She will come to three dead ends, each one with an obstacle progressively harder and harder. These obstacles are to be your own choice. Finish with her seeing her staff suspended over a well.

BIC:

The clash of architecture would surely have startled any first timer to the Dome, but one would imagine that the effect would have surely had much more impact upon such a creature as the Hashcen. Chrome buffets lined a crumbling edifice of adobe, under their wheels alternating tiles of neon glass and black marble faded into wood paneling, atop of which was situated a plethora of rustic tables seemingly each made of a single log. The tables and buffet were where the majority of the individuals present were congregated, their varying size, species, and aesthetics in line with the façade of functional chaos that the Cafeteria presented.

Only a small population lounged in the grass that began where the hardwood ended, and a member of that population was a shirtless young man balancing himself upon one hand, almond eyes closed and nose trying to decide as to what he would finally eat, picking out the scent of curried chickpeas, butter fried collard greens, and roasted eggplant from the orgy of scents that littered the atmosphere, his stomach confirming the appeal of such smells with an aggravated grumble, disrupting his balance to tumble forward. Popping to his feet, Neeko spotted the figure of his student entering tentatively through the large double door, her size dwarfed by the immense panels of oak she stepped through.

“Padme,” he called excitedly with a small flourish of his right hand, padding close to the pint-size warrior, a sly grin plastered across his dusky lips. “You look dashing free of blood, so lets see what we can tease out of that rough exterior with some good food.”

Gesturing toward to buffets, the Rysme took the lead, passing by the abundant section of meat by a large breadth in order to be sensitive to the anthropomorph, and setting a beeline for ones bursting with greenery.

“Be wary now, the ground moves like a lover,” Neeko chuckled before approaching the counter, the ground sinking beneath him so that everything was perfectly in reach for his tall frame, hoping halfheartedly that the haschen was risen too fast for her comfort and fell.

Putting his hands to the metal, the man waited as whatever provided the trays did so, gripping the thick black plastic firmly and gliding it along toward the platter of chickpeas he had smelt earlier, scooping a hefty serving into a bowl that emerged from the tray like a figure from water. Moments later, a plate of eggplant, skewers of roasted onion and peppers, and baked yam accompanied the bowl, and the sword dancer walked back toward the grass, taking a seat near the bottom of a hillock.

“Hope you found things to your liking, I believe they have every dish anyone could ever think of in existence somewhere, so you should. But who knows, maybe your kind only drinks starlight, I have never had a pet rabbit,” he exclaimed cheerily whence Padme joined him, taking a hearty chunk out of the yam in his hand.