The Training Room was big. That is the simplest way to sum it up. It had a large space for us to duke it out, a panel off to the side, a large ring in the center of a huge mat-similar to what you would see in a Judo dojo, and even had gym equipment off to the far left in a corner for those who wish to use it. Also close by was a fire extinguisher and a first aid kit, a good investment for when duels get out of hand. Tony shrugged off his jacket and prompted me to take mine off as well, placing them on a rack nearby.
“Alright kid,” Tony said,” It’s time for a little payback for pulling my tail. Although, I might go a little easy on you for those pancakes this morning.” At that, he got into battle stance and motioned for me to do the same. Getting into battle stance was easier said than done since I couldn’t really say that I regularly got into fights with people; with my uncle as the exception,but he only ever counted since he was older and more practiced. I was more capable fighting with my powers (somewhat) than hand-to-hand combat like Tony was suggesting.
“Alright Tony, don’t mouth off too much! I’ll referee this session. You are to just get a feel of how much the kid might need to learn. Quit acting as if you’re going to decapitate him and start assessing him,”Damian shouts, scowling at his partner as he tried to feign a right hook,” Spyro, don’t be shy to use your powers if you have to. It’s better if we know first hand if you may need combat lessons. First person to get knocked out of the entire mat loses. Ready, Go!” he then proceeded to run out of the way and stepped behind a panel to the side. Tony began with shifting his stance to the center and launching himself. In a blink of an eye, he was by my side and jabbed for my jaw with an upper-cut that would have made me see stars. With a yelp, I liquefied, but not before Tony’s fist grazed the side of my cheek. Solidifying on the other side of the mat, I tried to assess my situation before Tony appeared again at my side. Swearing, I repeated my action and went to the side of the mat furthest from him. Creating whips, I flicked them to Tony’s rear leg, only to catch his tail. Pulling I tried to bring him to the outside of the mat.
Tony transformed out of his tail and came at me with the legs of tiger, gaining ground in very small strides. Moving out of the way, I try to send streams of jets out at him for when he gets closer. His transformation to a tiger’s claw to knock me out of the ring is when I decide I need to change tactics. Quickly, I think to the last anime I watched and remember one of the main characters transforming when Tony’s paw connects. I’m blown to the edge of the mat when I see that I managed to create a scythe out of water. Amazed, I blow out a breath and am ready to resume the fight, newfound courage coursing through my veins with the addition of the tool.
That is what I initially felt, until Tony appears in front of my face and taps my chest, causing me to fall backwards onto my butte; outside of the ring.
I had swiftly lost. Looking back and forth between my newly created weapon and Tony, the weapon falls out. I absorb the water back into my body and stand back up, cringing a little due to the celerity of my defeat, I look at Tony and Damian expecting to be ridiculed and mocked.
“Well Ripples,” Damian started,” it looks like we may have a bit of work on our hands. How about we meet again tomorrow for some conditioning lessons?” Glancing to my bruised cheek and disheveled appearance, he added“You look like you went through a war-zone. And Ol’ Tony wasn’t even going full-out! You’ll definitely need some coaching…and maybe a better training schedule. Either way, great work, we’ve tortured you enough for one day. Lesson one: don’t pull Tony, or anyone else’s, tail. They won’t take it very well. Good work today!” Patting me on the head, he ushers me out of the training ring with a small push and heads out to where Damian was waiting. Completely surprised, I follow after with a sense of confusion. I failed and yet no one was mocking me! It was kinda…nice. Maybe living in this place won’t be too bad, with luck I could possibly even gain access to that kitchen…
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Laying in my room, my stomach full from a great lunch, I’m working on a recipe when I recap the day’s events. Today, was definitely something I would have to grow accustomed to. The house aside, the people and their behavior is definitely something I will have to grow used to. Whether my guard can be dropped is another story. Tony and Damian were pretty cool, they’re strange, to put it lightly, but not bad people. I’ve decided to try and have a little fun with the sessions and stack up on some new tricks. That scythe was pretty awesome! It felt more natural and familiar. the layout was sleek, long, but not heavy. It had a dark tone to it but swayed with a sort of light to it, the usual kind that I will see with most of my forms. As odd as it was, it didn’t feel as if it was foreign in any way and gave off a feeling of security that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Not since she died…
Fed up with depressing myself, I grab my coat and decide to explore more of Cole’s house. That man is an enigma if I had never seen one! I still can’t grasp his game; what does he want! No sane person will just suddenly adopt his dead friend’s son after a loss of contact for years. It made very little sense, and the sole fact that my uncle-his own brother- just easily handed me over was just too much to comprehend. I know we never got along but he could have kept me for any reason. REALLY!! Walking around Cole’s house, I notice the bands around most Mythicals as they strut around the place. Definitely odd, I decided as I continued my way through the hallway. The most puzzling thing was Cole. One moment he’s all goofy and the next, he acts serious as a heart attack. Then there’s the accent. I noticed immediately the change as we continued to converse. There is something shady going on with that man and, whatever I do, I’ll figure it out. Finally approaching the end of the hallway, I realize that I got myself lost…AGAIN! Groaning, I try to retrace my steps and come across a door that I hadn’t seen in the beginning. Upon closer speculation, it looks as if it may have been, at one point, an attractive as it had yellowed paint of what used to be a very beautiful ivory. Along the trimmings (I think that’s what you call them…) there were squiggles that looked like they had once been writing: an inscription. Trying to look closer, I graze my fingers lightly over the surface of the door to feel the material as it seemingly shifted and swayed. The next thing I notice is a voice yelling and a large void crouching upon my vision; leaving me with the image of a sneer illuminated with a faint glow…similar to my very own when I shift forms.
Then, there is nothing.
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