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 Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:28 pm
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When they said he couldn't fight just anywhere on the school grounds, they apparently meant it. Wrex had found himself tossed out of a classroom by a group of Tiny Angry Things which, even more insultingly, were somehow able to exert that sort of authority over him: one warning and a push towards the gymnasium were all he got while the other student skulked off.
So, note to self: apparently he could not Assert Himself in the middle of class if someone was giving him the stink eye--not his fault his tail was a big hard to accommodate and got up in his space.
Restless and a little put off, Wrex wandered over into the large building and marveled at the utilities there. Really, he didn't know why there were dummies there when live targets were much much better, but then again Amity seemed willing to accommodate even The Weak. He could hear his parents snorting at the very thought, though personally he thought it was a little generous of the staff. Immediately he moved to one and began to encircle it, sniffing the leather with curiosity.
Was there more protocol he had to be aware of, or was he allowed to challenge whoever here? Despite his itch to fight, Wrex didn't want to suffer the insult of getting tossed out again by things a fraction of his size. He began to glance around as he paced the dummy, arms folded awkwardly at his chest and tail twitching with anticipation.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 4:47 pm
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Ziven had been exploring the grounds of Amityville ever since he had awakened from his first night away from home. It was weird to have a place all to himself. His room back in the village had been smaller than his dorm, and he ever had his own bathroom! It was very exciting, and everything he had seen so far was so different from what he was used to, so new and curious. He'd wandered through the halls a bit and actually stepped into a couple of unlocked rooms that the very sort of staff members Wrex had encountered didn't much appreciate.
He'd eventually found his way here, to the gym, where he'd decided to hang around for a while. Literally. As Wrex entered he was quietly watched from above - very high above - until the wyvern witnessed him approach the dummies to investigate them.
"They are not alive!" He called down, perhaps a little too loudly for how well voices carried in such a large, open space. "I thought at first that they might have been Scarecrows. It seems odd to waste time on a thing that doesn't fight back." So, at least as far as the dummies went, they had at least one similar observation.
Seeing as there was actually someone to talk to now, and he was quite far away, Ziven swung from where he tail-dangled to properly latch onto the rafter nearest him. With all of the grace of a circus acrobat (but with the cheat of adhesive extremities) he 'walked' upside-down along the metal until he reached a wall, which he descended headfirst in the same manner. He leapt off about ten feet from the ground, slowing his fall with a glide of his wings.
Sure, he could have dropped off to begin with, but that just wasn't as fun.
"There are a lot of strange things here." He stated as he approached. "We cannot even get into the water!" He gestured to the glass-covered pool with a frown.
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 12:22 am
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At first Wrex thought the dummy had been speaking to him and leapt back, teeth bared in a startled growl. When the accompanying noises didn't match up with the rather still object, however, the confused boil whipped his head around in confusion until his red eyes latched on--
Scars. Scars for miles. Days.
Once could almost see electricity go through him, anticipation and nervousness and eagerness all at once. Now this one had to be a fighter, just his good luck! Was he ready to challenge one? Probably not. But pride and tradition dictated he had to pick a fight anyway, just to see the measure of that strength. And wouldn't the clan be so proud of him if he managed to get his first scar so quickly?
So Wrex completely missed what the boil had been talking about and merely snarled in his direction, trying to stand at his full height instead of slouching like he often did in this form. The closer the boil got, the more his tail lashed and the louder his noises grew. That had to be impressive, right? And look, he couldn't even stare the monster in the eye--they were hidden, perhaps because locking eyes was too powerful for casual settings? Wrex didn't have the faintest clue. Either that, or this one was a coward, but no way did cowards live long enough to get those sort of scars...No, this one was a scrapper (the boil himself had said there was no point fighting something like a dummy, like a true predator!), so he'd have to prove his equal.
Hitsuzen rolling initiative here just because he's eager XD
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