AKA Nixer
Dizzy
“Yeah, can we like, hang out here...?” Izzy raised her hand, staring up at the temple in awe as she absentmindedly scratched the back of her head and further mussed up her already scruffy hair. “Later on, I mean? It looks really cool, I could sit up there and just... like, chill, y'know? Listen to tunes 'n' stuff...”
She shook her head, trying to kick her brain back into gear as she peered up at the things with greater focus this time around. Though it still appeared to take effort for her to do so, as her gaze kept straying to Fiona curiously and then to the forest around them.
...This is cool. Really cool. Teacher's cool, all these duders are cool...
“What sorta traps are in there, teach? Like uhhh... spike traps, or magic traps? Or like ‘hey whoops there's a giant bear how did that get in there haha silly Fido’ traps, or like... uh... I dunno, nice traps? 'Cause I dunno if penguin bomb thingies are really nice but they could just be like, the exception t-to...”
A deep breath, and she fumbled with her words a moment as she realised she had no clue where this train of thought was headed towards.
“...l-like maybe you got this sucky vacuum chute that comes down and spits you back outside or whatever, and you gotta go back in and– I dunno. Or maybe it's lava pits and spiky rolling boulders with... with um... u-uhhh...”
She blinked after a long moment, before reddening and scratching the back of her head again as she awkwardly shrugged her shoulders.
“...or something like that stuff. I dunno.”
Edited by Enirboreh on Feb 26th 2021 at 2:55:09 PM
bork
Mara Springwood
"Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."
Mara nudged Seez as she spoke, hoping the reference made it across the dimensional pond. She was awestruck at the scene within the training room. Every inch of the place felt completely authentic, like the kinder (better) version of her own strongest abilities. Mara wondered idly what else it could recreate; sadly, messing around with that kind of thing was the ticket to a bad trip, especially for a chick as behind the times as she was.
Something for future Mara to look forward to, at least.
Something in Maya relaxed as the class listened to their combat instructor's speech. This was what she'd expected; nicer than her old school, sure, but not such a love fest. There were rules, and consequences for screwing up (strange consequences, if this was anything like the license test, but still consequences). Now all she had to do was either sidestep 'em or tough 'em out.
Considering her relative weakness compared to the rest of the class, she figured she'd better start preparing herself for the latter.
"Can we help each other out? If so, anyone feel like letting me sponge off you?"
Mara grinned teasingly to offset the negative implications of the question. She was just kidding - unless anyone took her up on it, in which case she was totally serious. Honestly, she'd passed prelims thanks to her finely tuned danger instincts and a pretty high pain tolerance, but most of her mojo worked on people, not penguins. Or spike traps. Or traps in general, really, unless there was a person springing them.
The stuff that was more corporeal, well, she didn't feel right using them on anybody who wasn't actually trying to hurt anyone.
"Also, does anyone have a spare pair of shoes?"
Edited by furnacedoor on Feb 26th 2021 at 8:51:19 AM
Where am I? What's going on?
AliCarol
She's into me.
She took the first opportunity to get away from you.
But you saw how she was blushing? Totally into me.
As they walked into the so called "jungle" (It was actually really impressive), Alice, the more athletic of the two moved back into control.
It seemed like a relatively simple exercise, all things considered. Even if the teacher was a bit scary, it couldn't be worse than the license test. Still, better safe than sorry.
Alice bent down and removed her rain boots, one at a time. As soon as she was free of them, she collapsed into a mud puddle and started oozing toward the temple entrance.
Edited by PossiblyQuiteInsane on Feb 26th 2021 at 11:17:18 AM
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
The Jungle, James.
"Erm, o-okay then, Miss Fiona...? I-I'm guessing it w-wouldn't...be much of a t-test if we knew w-what to expect so I suppose I...d-don't really have any q-questions..."
The youth grabbed his backpack and started rummaging through it. Couldn't exactly change into his costume but it wasn't like any of his gear needed him to be in it to work. Hopefully.
"W-Where is it...n-notes...snacks...4-4D t-tablet...s-sewing kit...boots...o-oh, here they are...!"
...Well, it was different pair of boots compared to the faux leather country-style boots he found moments earlier. Zephair certainly looked sleek and aerodynamic. Dark metallic emerald green with small fins as James swiftly swapped shoes and put them on and eventually slinging the looked like a rather simple messenger bag over his right shoulder.
Granted, he probably looked a little silly with both a backpack and a messenger bag with what was probably full of more random stuff and the Emergency Emergency Box but James...seemed...sort of confident.
"I-I'm ready. H-Hopefully."
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Zachaia
Zachaia followed the others along into the jungle. She cast an eye at Lambert and then over at Nikolai. Lamby was coolly confident, and Nikolai was given the cutest naivete and enthusiasm.
It'd almost make her feel bad. Almost.
That was when Fiona, their next teacher, entered.
...Well, that's a familiar look. The dark look in the eye. The foreboding demonic aura. Why, it reminded her of home. Of the darkest places where human sin took on real form and the line between tormentor and tormented was scintillatingly blurred.
One of two possible homes.
Zachaia tilted her head when Fiona appeared. They both had a similar liking for the showy, but different aesthetics besides. Quite an enormous sort. Like Sue...hm. Questions for later. And it seems they had their activity planned out.
"Alright, retrieve the monkeys and get out...and I'm guessing someone will be running interference. That or we will need to fight our way through some traps." Zachaia already considered how she could take care of such traps and inconveniences.
The teachers if they were the interference would be more...bothersome. But if she could deal with the temple's defenses then...well, this would get interesting vis a vis her relationship to her fellow students.
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
Rab-Welcome to the Jungle, baby!
Trailing behind the others, Rab was likewise awestruck with the technology on display. It was amazing! It looked very real (or so he assumed), and ensured this year would be even more amazing. However, he couldn't help but wonder what the folks back at the Cube would make of this room? I wonder if there are any small parts I could sneak away? Reverse-engineering something like this, even a bastardized version, could be really fun.
As he ran through ideas, Rab began a series of runner's stretches. As far as he'd been able to tell they didn't really help, but getting a cramp in the middle of his first day wouldn't improve his already dismal reputation with his classmates. As the smokin' (Har!) demon lady continued her explanation, he glanced at his assembled rivals. Take it slowish at first. Top speed might bug 'em. When she finished, he darted off at a good clip (think Olympic sprinter), taking care not to splash through the moving mud puddle on the way, though he'd be lying if the temptation hadn't been present.
Breath of the Sun
Brokk
Brokk followed their teacher to the training room quietly, steeling himself in preparation for battle. Though she'd said it wouldn't be worse than their preliminary exams, he still wanted to be in the right mindset.
He nodded at the explanation, drawing his battleaxe as he looked the temple up and down. Normally he'd have tunneled in, rather than going through the door - because this temple obviously had traps galore inside - but he hadn't brought a pickaxe, and even if he did, the teachers probably wouldn't have appreciated him digging through the training room floor.
"Well, what are we waiting for, friends? Onward!" He said, and moved forth at a decent jogging pace. Though given the shortness of his legs, he was still assuredly the slowest in the class.
Mentally, he made a note to work on something that would allow him to fly. Wouldn't do to be left behind. And Mitzi being able to make something that he couldn't would sting his pride as a dwarf.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
UFO: Unstoppable Force of Obnoxiousness
Lux - Jungle Challenge
Lux looked around in awe as the class and Sue arrived at the (virtual) Jungle.
"Woooooow. This looks so pretty!", Pollux said as he went near one of the trees and curiously touched it. "This hologram stuff looks and feels so authentic!"
Eventually a demoness named Fiona - who was apparently their combat instructor - came into the scene. She explained the basics of the challenge. Dizzy - the tall and skinny girl - enquired about the possible presence of traps throughout the course. And while that was a fair question, Pollux would feel hardly deterred by possible confirmation of their existence. Heck, they would even offer some challenge, and a small dose of challenge wouldn't hurt at all.
Pollux stretched a bit. He was starting to feel excited and confident. "So all we've got to do is to fetch some monkeys, eh?", Pollux got into a preparatory stance, initiating a sprint. "Well, guys...may the best man, or woman, win!!", Pollux exclaimed as he took off towards the temple's entrance.
Sweet dreams are made of this~ Who am I to disagree?
Surrounded by weirdoes
"Nice" Lambert said, as he examined the jungle. It was unlike anything he saw before, and the shifting world. He'll need to get something like that. It'd beat all those traps he set on that room. Might scare less the staff, too.
He nodded to the teacher. Lots of energy on the staff too so far. That will be interesting. Although the exploding penguins thing was concerning. Some relatives might take that as an affront. Well, whatever.
He felt his own power flow, as his body started to glow, several markings expanding in his body.
"Full Burst" He called out. With one step, he started to move, faster and lighter than one would have thought.
Showtime
Wake me up at your own risk.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Training Room
"Please, it's Ajra. 'Fiona' is one of Sue's many ridiculous nicknames, though I suppose it's better than Hot Lava. That was one evening I'd love to forget."
Fiona, or Ajra as she preferred to be known, took a deep breath, nostrils exhaling small puffs of smoke and flickers of flame as she looked her new recruits over. "But if you must know, you're free to use this room as you please. We'd prefer you use it to further your studies, and any attempts to throw debaucherous gatherings or otherwise ruin it beyond repair will make you wish you'd never been born. Which is what I'd like to say, but I'm afraid you lot will have to settle for detention. But as long as you keep it in working order and show it the proper respect, you are free to use it as you wish."
She held up her long, sharp nails under the gaze of the radiant sun. They gleamed under its rays, tough as diamond and black as obsidian in their majesty. "You're also free to help each other as you wish. As tempting as the thought may be, this is not a competition. Think of it as a practice round. Something to prepare you for the main course. And to show us where we'll need to spice things up."
She took a stick of discoloured jerky out of her pockets, giving it a quick zap of heat with her pinky before chomping off half of it with her sharp teeth. If the class didn't know better, they could almost swear it was wriggling. She craned her neck towards Pollux and the other rascals rushing in, holding up a talon as she snickered.
"But I'd advise against leaping in like a hell hound without a leash. As the gangly one and... let us say the sinful one said, there are traps. A lot of traps. Saying which would be telling, but if this weren't a mere simulation, one wrong move could be fatal. Of course, this is little more than a test, so you won't be on the receiving end of anything truly nasty. But go in guns blazing and it will smart. I trust I've made myself clear?"
She gave Zachica a knowing grin. Even if she wasn't aware of her past (and even that was a possibility,) she at least seemed aware of her true nature. Given hers, it only made sense.
Edited by kkhohoho on Feb 27th 2021 at 10:21:32 AM
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
AKA Nixer
Dizzy
Okay, so that was a lot of words from Ajra... Fiona... scary lady. A lot of words such that Izzy had to pause for a moment in order to even process what she meant. Okay, so...
1. They could use this room for whatever, except not whatever, as they were really expected to use it mainly for their studies anyways; in which case Izzy wondered why she'd even bother coming in here as opposed to literally anywhere else. She could always camp out in the janitor's closet and get about the same amount of entertainment.
2. It wasn't a competition, and they were allowed to help each other out. Which Izzy thought was pretty damn obvious for a hero school, and wondered for a moment if Fiona/Ajra/Scary Lady had thought they thought they were in a villain school. Which she initially dismissed as preposterous until several of her classmates... just sort of rushed in. Hmm.
3. There were traps, and lots of them, which... she knew already. Fiona/Ajra/Scary Lady had either purposefully or ignorantly not actually answered Izzy's specific question regarding what kind of traps they were. So she'd basically repeated what'd already said, except with the added clarification of them not being too bad.
So ultimately, Izzy was left with about the same amount of information as she'd entered the room with. Which caused her to scowl to herself for a moment, before huffing a little and scratching the back of her head. She looked around for anyone who'd maybe want to team up, but a lot of them had already gone...
“...uhhhhh...”
Right. Hmm. Big temple. Definitely big. Definitely warranted flying towards, but for all Izzy had gotten out of that pathetically useless Q&A (she was still finding herself irritated by that) there could end up being some kind of kill plane or automated turret system. Which meant that–
“Hey my head hurts so Gangly's gonna skegangle,” she jutted her thumb out towards the pyramid, her brain hitting critical mass as she made to jog in place for a moment. “Uh... anyone still here... follow or whatever, I dunno. Annnnnd...”
A vibrational pulse in the air accompanied the activation of her powers as she began to lift off of the ground, disobeying Earth's gravity as she instead hovered in place. Already beginning to tip upside down, she locked her gaze onto the temple and willed herself forward—to which a gravity tunnel promptly formed and began shunting her along like fizzy soda through those weird curly straw thingies.
Except in a straight line. More or less. Izzy's limbs were flailing about like a Wacky Waving Inflatable Tube Man as she uncontrollably fell towards the temple, but she seemed oddly calm about it. She was reaching maximum velocity, so it should be enough to let her land horizontally on the side of the structure.
If she triggered any traps before or after this, she'd have to wait and see.
Edited by Enirboreh on Feb 27th 2021 at 4:10:53 PM
bork
Mara Springwood
Mara looked quizzically at the living mud puddle that was apparently her classmate (classmates?), before grinning and stooping down to pick up the abandoned rain boots. She called out in the direction of the puddle.
"Seriously though, do you mind if I bogart these for a while?!"
Mara waited a beat for any objection, and, hearing none, kicked her original shoes off and slipped on the rain boots in their place. The boots were roomy, but a few experimental hops and jogging steps proved that they'd stay on alright. They weren't even particularly dirty, which, considering she'd stolen-borrowed-them from a chick made of mud, was pretty rad.
Mara scooped up her mary-janes and set them carefully near their instructor (Ajra now, apparently). She reassured herself that they'd be less likely to bite it here than if she brought them into the danger zone with her.
"These aren't going to, like, vanish if I leave them here, right? Right."
She turned on her heel decisively (sliding a little in the rain boots), and began to stroll at a leisurely pace to one of the temple entrances.
"Let's punch it, then! I'll take the far left entrance. Any of you cats want to come along for the ride?"
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
"M-My apologies, I wasn't aware, M-Miss Ajra." James meekly replied, getting even more un-nerved by the jerky and slowly backing away.
...Guess it was good thing he had his Barrier Backpack and Emergency Emergency kit. Reflexes and thinking smart was probably all he'd need and if things got bad, just keep block the traps with the barrier...or patch up any potential damage.
He was just glad he hadn't raced on ahead. Sure, others had a head start but...okay, knowing there were traps and cooperation were options helped so it wasn't a contest, but if they didn't know that...probably. They...wouldn't try and get in the way or 'remove the competition'...right...?
"U-Um, okay, b-by-" James was cut off as Dizzy had already headed off.
...Well, standing around wasn't going to get anything. He could manage on his own. Possibly. Probably. He nervously glanced at those still present before walking off himself. Just one foot in front of the other, no need to use the gadgets unless he needed to. Sure, everyone else could probably handle themselves no problem, but...
"Erm, w-well, if a-anyone needs a h-hand or shield o-or something, just...l-let me know, I guess? A-All for One and O-One for All. O-Or 'United W-We Stand' o-or something..."
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Surrounded by weirdoes
"Traps, huh?" Lambert said, picking some entrance on the right. A smirk formed on his face as he had an idea. His own mana started flowing, the air around him sparking.
"Forge!" He said "Flamberge" The waving sword took shape next to the young man, as it shot forward in flames together with him, his eyes changing colors again.
If I can trigger enough traps fast enough... He thought. At least others will be able to pass easier.
Let's see what you've got
Wake me up at your own risk.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
The Jungle
Mitzi expected the pseudo-enthusiastic spiel. This was a teacher. And she politely answered no thank you to a no-doubt virtual banana.
That was still somehow better than the actual demon trading blows with their already wild homeroom teacher, talking like a wannabe drill sergeant, and... is their combat instructor. So, the actual drill sergeant.
The room though... a marvel. If Mitzi had accepted and eaten a banana, she had little doubt that she'd be able to taste the thing... before she bit her own tongue trying to chew it. The leaves smelled real and she could certainly feel that slight itch when your sure some bug is crawling on you. They even got the humidity. Yay... She could feel her clothes sticking to her skin by sweat already. I need to put HVAC on this flyer.
"..." Mitzi looked at the temple and was about to ask Fiona-Ajra questions anyway—intelligence gathering was a thing—only to see the demon chowing down on some still wiggling meat. ...nope.
Mitzi briefly wondered if trying to psychically connect to the holodeck itself would give her credit for thinking outside the box or heat from ...those two brutes. It only took a second of thought before she decided to just go with her kit. She could always keep the other option in reserve.
Silently, she looked between Izzy's and Mara's entrance for the first sign of trouble. That was the way she would go. Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
The Light That Blinds
Rosa
Rosa bit back a grimace as their class trudged through the holographic jungle, kicking up dust and dirt as they did so. I picked the wrong day to wear white. If it was any consolation, the environment would be good for her powers.
And their teacher for this was...a demon woman. A very tall, very muscular demon woman. In a crop top. Rosa stared for a few moments, wondering why the jungle suddenly felt hotter than it already was. Is...every girl here attractive? The thought made her cheeks heat up.
Anyway...it seemed the goal was to enter the temple, retrieve the golden monkeys hidden inside, and leave without getting killed by one of the traps. Then again, it was a hologram, so she doubted the traps would be genuinely lethal. Still, it would be best to work together. Two people could circumvent traps better than one.
"I'll accompany you," Rosa said, following Mara towards the far left entrance, parasol on her shoulder.
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Training Room, Temple
As soon as Pollux and the others got close to the entrances, a tall set of spikes shot up in front of each, barring the way unless the students could figure a way through.
Ajra put a hand over her thick stomach, chortling as her hapless students nearly got themselves skewered. Or would have if this is were anything but a simulation
"As I said, rushing in is the surest way to get yourself bruised. Consider that a sample. Now, as there appear to be no more questions, let us begin, shall we?" She clapped her hands, a spark of flame erupting before vanishing like a puff of smoke.
The games had begun.
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Where am I? What's going on?
Alice/Carol, Door 3
As the moving mud puddle cautiously inched toward the door, tall metal spikes shot out to bar their passage.
Really, that's it?
I'm sure the rest of the class would have trouble with that.
Don't think so. Pretty sure they'll just break these things. What do you say we show off a bit while they're here? We need to get past anyway.
What do you mean?
Nobody'll see how cool we are if we stay in puddle mode. 'Sides, if all the traps are like this, there's no need to hide.
Alright. If you say so.
In front of the spikes, the mud puddle rose back up into Alice's now barefoot form, and she casually walked into the door, the spikes passing right through her liquid body.
Edited by PossiblyQuiteInsane on Mar 1st 2021 at 10:28:07 AM
AKA Nixer
Dizzy (Entrance 3)
Hmm...
Izzy looked... down at the spikes from her position standing sideways on the wall nearby, jogging over to the entrance and kneeling down to experimentally poke the things with her finger. After pensively clicking her tongue, she glanced around—gaze briefly landing on the others before she craned her neck upwards.
Which of course, was back in the way she came from.
A slow smirk steadily creeped across her face, before she slipped on her shades and let antigravity take her again. Lifting off from the wall, she began to pick up speed as she flew away; eventually cutting off her momentum and spiralling in place for a few seconds as she reevaluated her surroundings.
After a moment or two, she steadied herself enough to aim her next gravity tunnel properly, and locked her sights on the spike-trapped entranceway she had stood next to moments before. Letting herself fall again, she began to pick up speed—her plan likely becoming obvious as a gravitational field began to form around her the faster she went; causing the air to whistle in an ominous manner akin to a rocket as she tucked herself into a ball shape.
“INCOMIIIIING~!”
With only that warning, she made to plough straight into the spikes; hopefully crashing right through them with all her gathered speed and letting her gravitational field protect her from the impact itself.
Edited by Enirboreh on Mar 1st 2021 at 11:21:40 AM
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Rab
He skidded to a halt just before being "skewered, managing to only bump lightly into the spikes." "Sonova-" Of course it wouldn't be so easy, dummy. They knew you were coming. Rab watched with mingled envy and frustration as Al Carol slipped between the obstacles. Dammit. Now how am I gonna get through? Maybe a running jump? He backed up, considering. I'm certain this will probably maybe work.
Before he started running, though, Rab decided to wait and see what the others suggested. On an impulse, he approached Brokk. "Say, while I'm thinking of it, do you do custom work?"
Surrounded by weirdoes
Entrance 4
Lambert saw the spikes and with a swift move, he found himself in the air. While it's doubtful that anything was fatal, he still had his reactions to anything as if it was real.
"Time to give a show" His hand went to his floating sword and to Deuil, sending waves of fire and a red force to open a path. The cursed power always caused a rush.
Push forward, make your flesh like iron Tossing Flamberge into the air, he kicked it to push himself forward.
"Ow, hot!"
Wake me up at your own risk.
Mara Springwood (Entrance 1)
Well, this is about what I expected.
Mara stopped walking a few feet away from the spikes, hands on her hips as she assessed the obstacle. Glancing around, it seemed most of her classmates had chosen to force their way through the spikes in one way or another. Groovy for them, but Mara doubted any illusion was going to trick the spikes into not being in her way.
It wasn't a bad idea to see what she could manage without her powers, though. You didn't survive a supervillain dystopia without being at least a little resourceful.
Mara approached the spikes and crouched beside them, examining the spots where they entered the ground. She also scanned the vicinity, looking for pressure plates or something that could be a trigger. If she could find the mechanism that had caused the spikes to appear, maybe she could get them to retract.
It wouldn't be a big deal if she couldn't crack it. She'd backtrack if necessary, and follow the trail of destruction the others had left behind.
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
James, Door 2.
...Okay, so those who'd rushed ahead had already set off traps already. At least he wasn't the one causing problems. Yet. Hopefully.
"L...L-Let's see...any s-switches? Buttons? A l-lever or...s-something make t-them retract...?"
It had to have some sort of way through for those without any flashy powers to get through. Brute force...probably wouldn't work for him at least. The barrier from his backpack likely wouldn't be strong enough to use as mobile wall. Either way, James wasted no time looking for anything out of the ordinary.
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Zachaia
Well, it seemed Fiona knew that much about her. It was to be expected after all - she assumed the school knew most of the details about the powers of those who went here, as well as their natures. She returned the smile and started off toward the temple. It seemed some advanced confidently amidst the trees and noises of this false jungle, others more conservatively so far. Crossing through to reach the temple, Zachaia contemplated and went with the fourth door.
She knew to look out for any traps, and made ready in case she needed to suddenly act.
Her powers were very well suited for this place. No matter what traps she faced, chances were the trap was going to have some vulnerability she could exploit. And besides, this was due to be a beginner's puzzle.
She arrived just in time behind Lamby to see him resolve an issue with a spike trap. And...ooh. That certainly was a feeling. She could detect something being emitted from that sword of his. For anyone else it would probably have been sickening, dark and foreboding. But for Zachaia, it proved exciting and very enticing.
"My my, that is quite a sword you've got there Lambert. It has the most interesting energy coming off of it...I like."
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
Class 1 Homeroom
"Awesome-sauce! LET'S ROLL!" And with a loud, piercing squeal from Sue, they were off.
The Jungle
Sue led the students down the halls, bouncing back and forth between them and egging them on until they neared their destination. Between the sounds of tucans chirping in the trees and the surging mass of jungle humidity, it was easy to tell. Even if it wasn't real, it sure felt like it, enough to make Sue positively giddy. "WOO! C'mon kids, just a bit more! First one there gets a free banana!"
The doors were already open, paving the way towards a lush tropical landscape. Long tall trees reached to the ceiling, peeks of sunshine sneaking through the dense canopy. They could feel the grass under their feet, kicking up dirt as a small clearing lay ahead. Standing atop a golden temple was a tall, muscular woman in a crop top and sweats. Her red skin, long jagged horns, and black sclera made her look like a fearsome demon straight from the Abyss. She certainly smiled like one, leering at the students as she jumped down to the temple's feet. She landed with a heavy thud, her messy blonde ponytail whipping in the wind as she raised her head.
Before she could say a word, Sue leapt over, giving her a quick hug before getting to business. "Heyya, Fiona! Ready to give these kids an ass-woopin'?"
Fiona scowled, giving her the monkey a woman a swift bonk on the noggin. "Please. If I did, they would have already been sent to the mourge. And we don't want that, do we?" Cracking her knuckles, Fiona took a step towards the students, almost not noticing her hypocrisy.
"Good morning, though I suppose it's closer to afternoon. You can call me Fiona. I was known as Flaming Hot Demon Lady, but I'm trying to come up with something more... respectable. Starting today, I'll be your combat instructor, but don't think that means you'll get special treatment!"
She pointed at the temple. It was massive, a golden monument to the days of old, with a long set of stairs reaching halfway towards the canopy. Curiously, strange runes were etched on the side, but whether they were based in reality was beside the point. Four entrances led inwards, numbered from one through four in massive numbers carved from stone, but none of them looked safer than the other.
"Today, we'll keep it simple. All you have to do is head through the temple, grab the golden monkeys sitting in the middle, and you're home free! There will be enough monkies for everyone, which is good, because getting in and out will be the hard part. And that's an understatement. But I suppose it can't be harder than prelims, can it? For the love of Zamiel, I keep telling Reinbach not to bother with the exploding penguins, but the man never listens! If he keeps this up, we're going to get sued!" Flickers of flame flared up beneath her feet, but they were extinguished just as quickly.
"Sorry about that. Sometimes I forget myself. Now, does anyone have any questions, or are you ready to show us what you're made of? For your sake, I hope you're prepared to dazzle."
Edited by kkhohoho on Feb 28th 2021 at 6:44:14 AM
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around