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Post by Captain Admin on Dec 8, 2016 13:33:08 GMT
The most confusing building you will ever enter, the Arts and Humanities Block is a poster-dotted stack of endless corridors, each one lined with doors that seem to skip the occasional room number or change their numbering system when you turn a corner. The building supposedly has six floors, though nobody ever seems to have anything timetabled for the top floor.
Oh, and the front door brings you in on floor 2. Floors 1 and 0 are at basement-level. That one always gets the freshers.
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Jan 22, 2017 16:18:16 GMT
Nathan and Herbert appeared in the building. It was dusty and moth ridden; it was clear no one had entered here in years. Broken textbooks were scattered everywhere but Nathan looked unconcerned. He grabbed a bottle of beer dated 1950 from the beer and cigars vending machine, (label states it was built 1920), touched a hand expertly to a chair, which broke, then chose a solid one.
He sat, opened his beer and invited Herbert to a solid seat.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 22, 2017 16:21:42 GMT
Herbert sat in his pjs and scowled at Nathan. "What was that about? Are we getting down to the proper stuff now?"
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Jan 22, 2017 16:27:24 GMT
Nathan shrugged. 'I was reading this training book, and it suggested a technique called Constant Practice, and I figured,' he shrugged again; 'that it meant constantly doing something until it works. Sue me! They took my dressing gown anyway,' he grumbled.
'So, I'm going to turn to actual techniques!' He said brightly. 'And heck I now have those tips you need to defeat the Redeemer!'
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 22, 2017 16:28:35 GMT
Herbert blinked. "I needed those the other day!"
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Jan 22, 2017 16:31:43 GMT
'What so know you don't want them?' Nathan asked, taking out some notes tailored specifically to an underground fight.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 22, 2017 16:34:22 GMT
"Why would I want them? Who wants tips for a fight I already lost?!" Herbert exclaimed.
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Jan 22, 2017 16:41:04 GMT
Nathan looked his notes. 'Time travel?'
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 22, 2017 16:43:30 GMT
"The whole fight was screwed!" Herbert cried. "And I looked like a dick in front of Aurora's new 'boyfriend'," he finished, annoyed, sitting back, his hands on his head.
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Jan 22, 2017 16:47:36 GMT
Nathan looked interested. 'You didn't tell me she has a new boyfriend. What's he like?'
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 22, 2017 16:50:46 GMT
Herbert shrugged. "I don't know if he's her boyfriend but she certainly acts like she wants him to be. He's dark, tall, moody, aggressive, like Dick Dastardly from Wacky Racers."
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Jan 22, 2017 17:06:16 GMT
'Tough breaks,' Nathan acknowledged. He scrunched up his papers.
'Look, I may not be the best person to tell you this as my last relationship ended in a cardboard box and a Boxset of Lost missing 5 disks, but maybe it's time to give up.' He shrugged nonchalantly.
'Oh well! Guess it's time to teach you something, and we're going to start at phase 1! Your parents!' Nathan stood dramatically.
'I want you to summon lightning, or dodge my attacks. And I won't stop until you do either.'
He picked up a stick and ran at Herbert.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 22, 2017 17:41:49 GMT
"Yeah, maybe it is...," he admitted sadly before jerking up as Nathan swung a stick at him. He tried to dodge but he hit him right in the shoulder. Herbert cried out in pain as he retreated. "What are you doing!?"
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Jan 22, 2017 17:43:39 GMT
'It's do or die Herbert,' Nathan explained as be whacked him. 'Think of your parents! Think of your mother's power! Dodge the blows!'
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 22, 2017 17:46:47 GMT
Herbert dodged one and retreated back, throwing himself through a door. He got what Nathan was trying to do but it didn't make the blows hurt any less. He turned to face Nathan on an Arts lecture hall. Think of April, my mother. Think of her-
He stick caught him under the leg and he pitched forward into a row of seats and collapsed. "I can't think while you're attacking me!"
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