Post by Tristan Carter on May 3, 2018 16:22:09 GMT -7
If there was any one reason that Tristan kept venturing into the actual Academy itself and not limiting himself solely to the portal room, it was probably the rec room. Sure, he knew nobody in there. Sure, having to kick somebody off of a particular game was a chore. Sure, the only reason he even really bothered with any of it anyway was because it was wifi that he didn't have to pay for. None of that mattered. What mattered was wifi that he didn't have to pay for. It didn't hurt that it was a good place to catch a glimpse of the abilities of his fellow mages without him being expected to get into a room with a "lethal" button positioned where any idiot could accidently press it. And, at the very least, it was an interesting place where he could eat free food without having to worry about dinosaurs trying to mooch.
Still, it wasn't for any of those reasons that Tristan was in the rec room today. He was simply having an off day, and he wanted a place to unwind that wasn't as populated as the modern universe or as pungent as the Renaissance. He needed to be somewhere open, so sitting cooped up his apartment wouldn't do the trick. Beating a bunch of kids at Smash Bros could be amusing, running a few laps could be relaxing, and taking bets on a fight between mages could be profitable; all three could be done in one place, and so he was there.
And he was bored.
There simply weren't enough people around to keep things interesting. Running got stale quick, crushing NPCs was only fun for so long, and there were so few people around that everyone could keep their own space. He half-heartedly glared at the pool, wishing he'd brought something he could swim in. Even if it was likely that he'd catch his death of cold. There had to be something he could do, though...
On impulse, Tristan approached the closest mage. It wasn't anyone he recognized, which meant it probably wasn't someone who knew him. As he got closer, an evil idea crossed his mind and it took everything he had not to give it away with the look on his face.
"Hey, hey you," he called out to get their attention, a look of fear and concern plastered on his features. "What the hell is that behind you?"
As he got their attention, a distinctly humanoid figure, darker than obsidian, stepped from the shadows behind the unsuspecting mage. As Tristan pointed out the existence of said figure, it tapped the mage on the shoulder. Once they turned around, it would wave slightly before swinging at their jaw with a right hook. It would feel the rough equivalent of being hit with an unexpected snowball in the middle of June, and it happened to be filled with rocks.
Tristan couldn't resist cracking a smile. Magic really could make anything better. Who knew?
Still, it wasn't for any of those reasons that Tristan was in the rec room today. He was simply having an off day, and he wanted a place to unwind that wasn't as populated as the modern universe or as pungent as the Renaissance. He needed to be somewhere open, so sitting cooped up his apartment wouldn't do the trick. Beating a bunch of kids at Smash Bros could be amusing, running a few laps could be relaxing, and taking bets on a fight between mages could be profitable; all three could be done in one place, and so he was there.
And he was bored.
There simply weren't enough people around to keep things interesting. Running got stale quick, crushing NPCs was only fun for so long, and there were so few people around that everyone could keep their own space. He half-heartedly glared at the pool, wishing he'd brought something he could swim in. Even if it was likely that he'd catch his death of cold. There had to be something he could do, though...
On impulse, Tristan approached the closest mage. It wasn't anyone he recognized, which meant it probably wasn't someone who knew him. As he got closer, an evil idea crossed his mind and it took everything he had not to give it away with the look on his face.
"Hey, hey you," he called out to get their attention, a look of fear and concern plastered on his features. "What the hell is that behind you?"
As he got their attention, a distinctly humanoid figure, darker than obsidian, stepped from the shadows behind the unsuspecting mage. As Tristan pointed out the existence of said figure, it tapped the mage on the shoulder. Once they turned around, it would wave slightly before swinging at their jaw with a right hook. It would feel the rough equivalent of being hit with an unexpected snowball in the middle of June, and it happened to be filled with rocks.
Tristan couldn't resist cracking a smile. Magic really could make anything better. Who knew?