Unclassifiable OPEN Genesis Gate

IC: The Patriarch
The Strength Station

The Patriarch was deeply annoyed the Jam had performed to a higher degree, his closing and opening trying to reconnect the cut sinews to his magic. He gave a curt nod to Ganondorf, before marching off to the strength station. The Patriarch did not stagger, he commanded himself not to. He gazed into the the Jack of Blades mask, who shook his hand and complemented his attire. The Patriarch remained silent, he was not in a talkative mood, he wanted to be rid of these tests.

Good, it seemed he would be going first. The two through twenty pound weight were of no issue to the Patriarch, again beginning to muse if he had his magic he could enhance his strength, although he supposed they wanted to know what his actual strength was.

The Patriarch began to feel it a little when lifting the thirty pound weight, the irritation growing slightly in his mind, no doubt the Jam would mock "the little armored man" if he did not get to one hundred pounds. The masked man got through the forty and fifty pound weights, the energy he had drained from the previous tests beginning to show themselves as the fifty pound wobbled down.

He gripped the sixty pound weight bringing it halfway up his chest, before dropping it. "I'm done with this, Ayira your turn" He waved his hand dismissively, not interested in watching the others perform.

TAG: @spacelady @Darth_Elu @The Jedi in the Pumas

IC: Jupiter, K-012

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{Assessing new instructor}
{...}
{Power Level = High}
{Threat = Great}
{Action Required = No}
{Assessing Directive}
{...}
{Directive Accepted}
{Initiating Running Module}
{Running Module Activated}

Jupiter's armor began to shift, becoming more streamlined, its body hunched over, reducing the area the wind would slam into. Upon the command to begin Jupiter launched like a bolt toward Ganondorf, closing half the distance between them in the few seconds he had allowed. Demonstrating once again from the agility test the insane speeds Jupiter could reach. The fifty mile per hour winds rammed into the group, although it seemed to flow around and though Jupiter, while becoming greatly slowed, the droid still marched onward.

{Wind Speed = 50 mph}
{Time Elapsed = 1 min 54 sec}
{...}
{Wind Speed = 75 mph}

The faster wall of wind slammed into the droid who staggered for a brief moment before resuming its march. Continuing to make its slow progress forward. The 100 mph winds quickly followed, pushing the droid back several feet before it regained its footing.

{Deactivating Running Module}
{Initiating Crawl Module}
{...}
{Crawl Module Activated}

K-012 dropped to the ground, its legs shifting back into place, now becoming a flat board, the armored plating on its back shifting, force the air down onto it, the air flowing over it like it would an inverse air foil. Giving the effect of the wind pushing him down into the ground stabilizing him. His arms twisted like two large paddles ripping into the floor and dragging the robot along. The speed increased once more, ripping one of the armored plates clean off.

{Wind Speed = 150 mph}
{Assessing Damage}
{Damage Minimal}
{Reassessing [Ganondorf] Directive}
{Self Preservation Directive Assessing}
{Chances of continued damage with Crawl Module Activated = 87%}
{Deactivating Spoilers}

Jupiter, no longer could bend the air to suit it. It began to press itself hard into the ground, trying to stabilize before continuing.

{Directive must be achieved}
{Wind Speed = 225 mph}
{Forward progress minimal}

The robot began to shift itself upward, a small spark igniting itself within the droid, something buried deep within its artificial structure, something almost, almost organic.

(Samuel Awakened)
(Engaging with threat)

Jupiter began to stand, the orange hue outline, turning a deep red, his voice sounding not like a robot but a human male, deep, foreboding, commanding and powerful. He faced Ganondorf, the will of the robot matching his own, the physics and mechanics of the wind did not matter now, only the two of them. The machine and the gerudo.

"You are a worthy foe Ganondorf, I do hope we meet again"

The robot tilted his head before the red hue became orange once more, it then collapsed, falling to the ground, smashing into the wall behind them.

TAG: @Darth_Elu @Sinrebirth @galactic-vagabond422

 

IC: Valynor Syndoriel
Wisdom Test

"Hail Galbatorix"!!

The salute had come easily to the elf, especially now that he knew that this was a Grand Archon which stood before them. Valynor offered a respectful bow, then followed what instructions were given and made his way to a free table. For the moment, he was able to put aside his thoughts of regaining the Arcane Powers he knew he’d possessed, in favor to passing this test.

A mighty being such as Galbatorix was confirmation enough of this reality, at least in his mind. But enough of that.

He curiously picked-up the strange tablet and examined it. What a curious artifact. Unfortunately, there was no way to tell if it was magical or not, so he chose to assume that it was, simply by association. He tested it with his finger and found it deeply fascinating.

So, there were six yellow flags to be found. That seemed simple enough. With a breath, he closed his green eyes and centered his mind. They would only have seven minutes to succeed.

Within moments, the word was given.

“Begin.”

Valynor’s green eyes opened and the search began in earnest.



Tag: @Darth_Elu ( @Mitth_Fisto, @TheAdmiral, @HanSolo29 )

 

Charjra Myt'tar
Dexterity test?

Charjra figured anything called dexterity test would have targets, running through things, and such. But as they approached the woman standing there, she didnt see any of that. Mater of fact, the lady looked ... bored? or Annoyed. Charjra couldnt determine it for sure. As they approached, the woman spoke.

“Alright,” she started before they had even fully made it to her or could say anything, “Let’s just get right into this ****. You’re tired, I’m tired, I don’t want to have to kill anybody.”

“Ok, before I get too far ahead of myself, as some don’t like me not introducing myself,” she stated this sarcastically while throwing a look in the direction of where Xanatos was talking to some others, “The name’s Revy. What I have here in this holster is called a gun, for those who don’t know. Looks like most of you. Though you, eyepatch, I can tell you know.”

A smirk. “You’re just itchin’ to fire this baby off, aren’t ya. I can tell. Anyway, got to give a little lesson so the newbies don’t kill themselves first.”

She launched into a quick rundown of how this weapon was supposed to work. Charjra was confused. How does this strange thing, this weapon have to do with dexterity? The target she understood. That was more like for archery. But the weapon was like nothing she had ever seen before. Wood and metal perhaps? This..this thing called a gun. She didnt like it. The woman Revy kept talking.

“This is how it works. You’ll each come up here one at a time with the holster put on and take three shots for practice from behind this line. Once you have that out of the way, it’s time for the real thing. Three quick draw shots and we see how good you might really be at this.”

Revy pointed at the target. “Outer Ring is worth 1 point. Second Ring is worth 2. Mid Ring 3. Inner Ring 4. Bullseye gets you 5 points. We’ve had a few bullseyes, but not as many as I’d like to see honestly. How ‘bout you lot?” Revy then tossed the holster to the most eager of the group.

At the sound of the first shot, Charjra jumped back, frowning and looking confused. A small canon? It certainly was noisy. And the SMELL! Why would anyone use such a loud and noisy weapon? It was crude. When the gnome passed the weapon to her, Charjra held the weapon as if it was a dead fish, between two fingers. She strapped the holster on, and it felt wrong on her hip. Like a heavy lead weight. Her first practice shot, and the smoke, the smell and the sound made her jump again. Her arms jerked back hard, and she hit the edge of the target.

No!

Charjra shook her head violently. It felt like the weapon burned her hands. It was unnatural. It was just plain wrong to her hands. She quickly unstrapped the holster and thrust the weapon in Irryn's hand. Her hands shook, and her fingertips and palm were bright red.

"Sorry, No."

Charjra rubbed her hands. Did it burn? Or was it something else? Charjra didnt know. She just knew she wasnt using that weapon.


Tag: @darthhelinith, @Darth_Elu

 

IC: Jo'Sua Dhatra
~The Wisdom Test, Evaluation Chamber~

"Hail Galbatorix"!! With a startled turn of his head he balefully stared at the elf. Valynor offered a respectful bow, then followed what instructions were given and made his way to a free table. With a slow turn back he gave a slow nod that some might confuse for a bow before turning to his own open place. Taking in the setting of this oddly named test.

Carefully he picked up the tablet, tapping it in a corner with his metal gauntlet to see how it would react. It seemed alright, but the controls not as easy. Once more he removed a single silver gauntlet, his thin green skin and long nails being visible from within. Tapping again he found the reaction from the tablet more acceptable. He was coming to his end and was glad there were not many more tests.

Following the directions he closed his eyes, focused not on the room he was in but his own journey. Coming in, stepping to the first test of dexterity, walking around, looking over. The tests flowed by in his minds eye. Reviewing the course he had traveled. The things he had seen. Like a fitful parady of life his memory played fast with minor skips and spots of slowing as he noticed anything that matched the color described. Yellow. Yellow. yellow. Six yellow flags to be found, there was more yellow than that, but not of the proper forms. Time would be short or time would be long. Then the time was up for reflection at the spoken word.

“Begin.”

Opening his eyes he stared at their host for a moment before writing down the flags he had seen so far in his minds eye of memory. Looking up once more he shifted and turn in his seat, retaking in the surroundings, only now knowing he was looking for a specific thing. After a few moment he turned around the other way seeing what he could see.

Once more he scribbled in what he knew. Filling in the list a little bit more. Then he sat, he pondered. Then leaned back in his chair and stared up. Not as though to the heaven, but to appreciate the mosaic that was there. To look at it, the thing which he had looked so little before now. Leaning back a little more he tipped back in his chair, balancing on the hind legs as he appreciated the view.

Tag: Amaya, Galbatorix, & Valynor @TheAdmiral @Darth_Elu , @greyjedi125

 

IC as Ayira

The wind blasting the group against the wall finally died. She felt herself crumble to the ground before she could collect herself and stand with dignity. Her body was aching a little from being slammed into the chamber stone wall, but it was her pride that was really feeling wounded. Ayira grumbled with irritation as she pushed herself back up and quickly went to smoothing her hair out. She was sure she looked like a crazy person now and she couldn't have that!

Ganondorf applauded the group's efforts as the ringing went off, signaling to change stations. "Now gather yourselves and meet my compatriot over there, by the weights.”

Gladly, she thought and stalked off with the other four in her group. It seemed as if she wasn't the only one who was feeling the irritation. She didn't know Patriarch, and frankly, didn't care to know him, but they could at least feel allied in their mutual hate of Jam. She gave the armored man a look that showed she shared his feelings.

At their next test was a man, who much like Ganondorf and Galbatorix, had the feeling of power. A lot of it. She eyed the mask man warily and silently released a sigh when she saw what they would be tested on. Strength. She didn't know how she knew, she but had a sense that she wasn't very strong. She was a really skilled fighter, even though she couldn't remember how she became a fighter. But strength? She grimaced. She definitely was not built to be lifting giant weights like the ones in front of her. Jam had this one in the bag for sure. She attempted to mentally prepare herself for the loud boasting that would come from him...

The masked man introduced himself as the Jack of Blades as he approached Ayira and offered his hand in greeting. She eyed him some more as she returned the gesture in a firm manner. He continued along the rest of the group, shaking their respective hands. She assumed it wasn't just to be polite. It almost seemed as he was trying to get a feel of each one before the test even started.

“Let me just state the obvious for formality’s sake, then we can begin. These twelve weights are laid out in ascending order from lightest to heaviest, go at them one at a time, and lift them above your head for five seconds. After that, lay them back down in a nice, controlled manner. The weights go in this order… The pathetic two pound weight, then five, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, and finally the hundred pound weight. Simple enough, yes? Good. You will undergo this test, one at a time in the order of my choosing. I will start with you.” He said and pointed at Patriarch.

Ayira watched him move to the weights and began lifting them as instructed. He made it all the way to the sixty pound weight, although he struggled and made it to chest level before dropping it. "I'm done with this, Ayira your turn"

Jack of Blades motioned for her turn. She could feel her back burn with eyes watching her as she stepped up to the weights. It was hard to fight down the frustration and knowing of what would be coming up. She bent down and picked up the two and held it up easily over her head, counting to five, and then setting it back down to the ground. Like Patriarch, she made her way through each one, although she struggled with raising forty over her head and after the five seconds, releasing it back to the ground was tough. She breathed out and moved to the fifty pound weight, pulling it up to the hips before quickly lowering it to the ground once more. She gritted her teeth and straightened again, stalking back to the group without saying anything. She folded her arms across her chest and huffed out an angry breath.

It was now Jam's turn, and she didn't much care to watch.

Tag: @Darth_Elu, @Shadowsun, @The Jedi in the Pumas

 

Irryn
Dexterity

Irryn blinked in surprise as Charjra hurriedly thrust the metal contraption into her hands.
"If you're sure you're finished..." she said, "but I doubt I'm gonna be much better than you."

She clasped the steel and Revy rolled her eyes and silently corrected her grip.
Having now heard the gun fire several times, she was not shocked by the sound, but it was unpleasantly loud nonetheless and she shook her head, trying to clear the slight ringing sensation. The first couple of shots went wide, the first somewhere above the target and the second to the left. Irryn decided to abandon the quick draw and just focus on trying to get the shot somewhere on the target. She noted that the gentleman with the eyepatch had done well and closed one eye- much to her surprise, it seemed to help her aim. Her last practice shot landed on the outer ring, and she couldn't help but stamp a foot excitedly, almost like a dog wagging its tail. But the practicing was over.

She made no attempt to try a quick-draw during the assessment, instead she took her three shoots (likely painfully slowly to those who were already accustomed to such weapons).
The first zipped into the outer ring again and she stamped her foot again in approval. "Yes!"
The second shot also zipped into the outer ring and Irryn almost crowed in approval. She was clearly very pleased with herself. However her arms were fatigued from holding the gun in such a forgein position for so long, and her last shot comfortably sailed past the top left handside of the target and into a decorative light fitting. Irryn looked rather amused at this more than anything else and chuckled at her mistake.
What a curious tool, no doubt a human invention. Humans were so good at finding unique ways to kill each other.

Tags: @Darth_Elu @Ktala

 

OOC: For those of you who did not manage to post after the last update, just keep in mind you’ll need to reply to both when you do.

Ganondorf IC Part 1:
~The Will Station~

Ganondorf grinned as his winds, managing to once again hit the max force he would allow himself to use in these evaluations, finally began to abate and then fade altogether. The robot thing had managed to make him curious after all. It had performed quite well and then that…change at the end. So intriguing.

As with many things, it was more than met the eye. A worthy foe? Perhaps, depending on destiny. A worthy ally? Quite so…quite so indeed. They would most certainly meet again. As fellow members of Genesis Gate, there would be no doubt. Another to keep an eye on.

It did not last long, but Jupiter had managed to make it to those winds. Always a good sign. And then there were Wapoe and Arthur who had done quite well too. The gerudo had particularly noted the robed man’s frustration channelled willfulness aiding him throughout the trial. It mattered not how it was drummed up, only that it was and it could be put to use.

He had shown this well. Ganondorf was finding himself quite pleased with the recruits so far and he had two more groups to oversee!

Excellent!

Granted, there were a few he did not care so much for. Dusty being one. He appeared old, was old, and did not last long in his evaluation, only barely making it to the first upgrade in winds before collapsing. His limp was quite pronounced as he stood up with the others.

It was likely, since he had been singled out, that he had promise in some form or another. But for the time being, Ganondorf decided he did not much care for the man’s chances.

“Nicely done!” he finally barked out as that ringing appeared before being silenced, “You have done well in my challenge and I look forward to more from you all in the future! Now we have another rotation. Two more tests to go! Go ahead and head over to those weights over there.”

That malicious grin appeared a second time as he knew how another physical test after his was always met with dismay and irritation.

Oh well. They only had a bit more to go anyway. With a flourish of his cape, he turned to watch the next group make their way to him. That grin on his face already.

Tag: Wapoe, Jupiter, & Arthur @Sinrebirth @Shadowsun @galactic-vagabond422

*****
Revy IC Part 1:
~The Dexterity Station~

Goro had started off the group well with a strong showing, one of the best potentially among the recruits thus far if she was actually honest, but the performance from Grimble afterward while not the most terrible was still not good. Follow it up with Charjra’s decision to essentially waive the whole thing after a single practice shot and Revy’s mood with this group was shrinking fast.

It was certainly one way of going through the rest of the testing quickly though.

“Huh. Well, if you don’t have the stomach for it, you don’t,” she muttered at the dark elf’s actions before focusing on Irryn.

The fact that she was stomping her foot and exclaiming in excitement at even just receiving two measly points highly amused the evaluator. She stifled some laughter. With it was at her enthusiasm or just the terrible job, she was unsure.

With the final member of their group finishing after Irryn, she quickly scooped up the gun and the holster once more and let them talk amongst themselves for a moment. It didn’t last long.

The ring presented itself once more. Revy took out the device and quieted it, grinning at them.

“Well snowflakes, time’s up. Onto your last two! Go that way toward the little pillars set up in a line.”

Revy pointed them toward the area set up at the far left of the Evaluation Chamber with a silver haired man stationed at it, waiting for them.

Tag: Charjra & Irryn @Ktala @darthhelinith

*****
Galbatorix IC:
~The Wisdom Station~

At the hail coming from Valynor, Galbatorix nodded his head respectfully at the greeting. Respect given, respect returned. Whether it would remain depended on them. He also returned the nod from the wraith, Jo’Sua.

After some experimenting, the robed one took off a gauntlet and found himself using the tablet more successfully. That was wisdom to an extent itself. An observation coupled with the experimentation, Galbatorix approved. Minor though it was, it revealed possible truths lurking underneath.

As the word was given, he quietly watched them get to work. A refreshing group, he hadn’t needed to reprimand any of them this time around.

Soon enough, he held up a hand and spoke simply.

“Time’s up.”

Collecting the tablets, he noted and recorded the results. His eyes briefly sweeping over Aryan and Amaya, though his thoughts were neutral and guarded. There was a hint of potential disappointment toward Valynor however.

Room for growth. But not what was hoped. Time would be telling with that one.

His gaze however was different for Jo’Sua. Contemplative and approving, even a second nod of the head. A ghost of a smile gracing his lips before vanishing once more.

“Very good and if my estimation is correct…”

Sure enough, there was the ringing. Rotation time once more.

“Steel your resolve everyone, for your next test is that way. The evaluations are nearly complete now, but you will still need all of your wits about you. Do not lower your guard.”

Motioning toward the gerudo standing by himself in the corner, Galbatorix watched as they all left before focusing on the next group coming toward him. The evaluations wore on.

Tag: Valynor, Aryan, Jo’Sua, & Amaya @greyjedi125 @HanSolo29 @Mitth_Fisto @TheAdmiral

*****
Jack of Blades IC Part 1:
~The Strength Station~

Jack watched silently as Patriarch went through his series of weights, stopping after completing the fifty and giving up midway through the sixty. With a tone of derision, deflecting away from the results he clearly had hoped would be better, he gave way to the next.

“Not bad,” he intoned from where he stood. The fellow masked man had done decently well. It must be tough to be robbed of magic that could have amplified oneself. Oh, it was rather obvious. The frustration of such a theft was still radiating all over him.

Jack smirked behind his mask, feeling slightly sympathetic while now watching Ayira. She herself managed the forty and only got a little ways into the fifty before realizing her limits and just giving up wordlessly.

Not the best of displays, but not awful either. It was always good to know one’s limits and stop before you got ahead of yourself. He said nothing to her as she said nothing to anyone else, but just nodded as the orc went up.

Jack nodded appreciatively as Jam finished his series of weights and went through what appeared be a usual bout of boasting. Showboating was good, sometimes it was just plain needed. But it was best to be careful in these early stages…

He’d learn one day. Perhaps. Or maybe he’d prove to be all he claimed and more. It would be intriguing to pay witness to.

Wuwu Gow Go came up and did her test next as well as the last member of their group after her. With that completed, he recorded their results in his device silently and was just about to speak again, when the ringing appeared.

He stared at it, as if surprised, then quieted it with a touch of his finger.

“Well, there you have it then. It would appear it is time to rotate once more. Only a couple tests left before the end at last. Persevere if you can. Now head back to the woman with purple hair over there, by the target at the end of the chamber.”

He pointed toward where they needed to go, bidding them a quiet farewell, then turned to face those staggering toward him, much like the others before them.

Tag: Patriarch, Ayira, Jam, & Wuwu Gow Go @Shadowsun @spacelady @The Jedi in the Pumas

*****
The Dexterity Test

The tattooed woman waiting for them by the target had her arms folded as she let them come up to her. Her demeanor said she was just as done with this whole affair as they were, but was nonetheless just as stuck.



In her hands was a holster containing a handgun and she was watching them closely to see if anyone recognized it. Whether they did or not didn’t matter ultimately as it was clear, once again, that were enough in the group that did not. Even just one warranted that she had to go through the basics.

Again.

With a frustrated sigh, she began to speak.

“Let’s get this over with. Some of you clearly have no idea what this is. It’s called a gun.”



“Here’s a little rundown on how it works, because you’re going to need to know. Takes some dexterity to wield it effectively and that’s what we’re looking for here, or so they tell me.”

The woman quickly told them how to properly hold the weapon, the mechanisms at play, and even demonstrated how to do a good quick draw. With this out of the way she paused, her eyes flicking back up to the group.

“Oh, right. The name’s Revy, by the way. Anyway,” she pointed to a red line painted onto the floor that was about seven meters from the target, “This line is where you’re going to be shooting from, one at a time. You’ll put on the holster when it is handed to you, come here, and take three practice shots behind this line.”

Revy shifted her weight, look closely at Ayira, Patriarch (God, she distrusted those behind masks), Wuwu Gow Go, and Jam (the big guy was a riot from what she’d seen so far, he actually prompted a smirk from her).

“After your practice shots, you do it for real. Three quick draw shots and we’ll see exactly how good you are at this. I’ve had some showing some real promise so far and some who should probably not come within a mile of a gun again.”

She let out a small laugh before grinning.

“Let’s start with you, Steroids,” she held out the holster to Jam. “If you can even hold the thing properly, I’m curious to see how you do.”

When that was done, she directed him to hand the weapon to Patriarch. And him to hand the holster to Wuwu Gow Go when he was done.

After that, it was lady to lady, as Ayira would be next.

Revy watched them all closely, equal parts curious and annoyed. She really did want to see how this particular group did (they were boisterous, which she loved) but was also just so done with this whole damn thing.

Tag: Wuwu Gow Go, Ayira, Jam, & Patriarch @The Jedi in the Pumas @spacelady @Shadowsun

*****
The Strength Test

The group staggered away from the Will Station, Dusty particularly limping badly, and headed over to the weights. As they reached it, there was the next oversee awaiting them. His eyes were trained on the older gentleman already, evaluating him in a completely different manner.



His aura, much like the two before him, screamed death for those who crossed him. Though it seemed to lessen as he made up his mind and beckoned the one from the Old West toward him after a small comment about not being sure he could do a strength-based test like this after all the wind from before.

Silently he put some healing magic on the man, just enough, to get him back into the shape he was in before he had even endured the trials of Ganondorf. The man blinked and thanked him profusely.

“Think nothing of it,” the one in red intoned, “And now to proceed formally. They call me Jack of Blades and as has already evidenced and stated by this gentlemen here, this is the Strength Test. Quite obvious, I know.”

He shook Dusty’s hand more officially before crossing over to do the same with Arthur, his eyes glowing brightly as he took the knightly man in.

“Prepare yourselves, for you are almost to the final push. Show me your Strength.”

Jack moved over to Wapoe and shook his hand next. “Those with such inquisitive minds, should note the approaching end. I am sure more questions have been mounting, patience. The answers will come.”

Jack’s eyes glowed slightly brighter for just a second before he departed the robed one. Clearly, the one in red had been paying close attention to the one in black, even from afar. Because he had caught his eye? Did he view him as a threat? Or was he sympathizing with one whose abilities he appreciated? It was hard to tell for the moment, his words had been delivered quite neutrally.

The man moved to shake Jupiter’s hand as well, not unnerved by his robotic appearance in the least. It may even seem odd for one to shake its hand, but Jack did not appear to care.

“As usual, let me state the obvious to just get the formalities out of the way. Then we can begin and get closer to the finale. These twelve weights are laid out in order from lightest to heaviest, as you can see. Go at them one at a time and lift them above your head for five seconds. After that, lay them back down in a controlled manner.”

He motioned toward the objects before them, “They go in this order. The two pound weight, ridiculous I know, then the five, ten, twenty, thirty, and so on by tens all the way to the hundred pound weight. Quite clear, I think. You shall all do this, one at a time at my choosing.”

Jack paused as he considered them all for a moment before deciding on: “You first.”

He was pointing straight at Arthur. Once done, he selected Jupiter. “Show me what parameters have been set for your strength.”

Then came Wapoe. “I am very curious to see how you do.”

Then came their fifth member of the group, before allowing Dusty to go last, giving him ample time to prepare.

“Show me if you can surprise me,” he had said upon selecting the older man.

Indeed. Could any of them?

Tag: Arthur, Jupiter, & Wapoe @galactic-vagabond422 @Shadowsun @Sinrebirth

*****
The Will Test

When they came upon the gerudo waiting for them, he was already watching them with a dangerous grin and even more ominous grin on his face. This one was enjoying being evaluator perhaps a tad too much.



His aura was powerful and washing over them in a deadly tidal wave, much like Galbatorix’s own. Though this time, it felt like it was openly being bared at them, ready to pounce in some kind of unseen way!

“Welcome, welcome, to my little corner of the chamber. The name is Ganondorf and I will be looking at you all for not your mind or your strength. I need not any skill or innate magical talent. Right now, I wonder and shall test you for that intrinsic quality behind all others. Your will!”

The man pointed toward the far wall. “Go ahead to that back wall, this is where you will begin and I shall explain further.”

That foreboding gaze followed Amaya, Aryan, Jo’Sua, & Valynor all the way there. Once they were in position and ready, he would continue.

“When I say to start, I want you all to simply come here. Get to me. Walk. Run. Jump. Crawl. I don’t care how you do it, just get as close to me as you can. Don’t give up. Keep going till you simply can’t any more! Show me your willpower!”

Ganondorf rose his hands up, already prepared, and they would be able to till instinctively that they were in for one wild ride, whatever he had planned. If they hadn’t seen the others already.

A couple heartbeats passed. A third. And then: “Now. COME!”

Ganondorf allowed them get as far as they could for about two seconds before he unleashed the great wind upon them like he had for all the rest. It would hit them strongly at 50 miles per hour, instantly slowing their approach. But as they would learn, the problem wasn’t just the strength of the wind.

He kept it up unendingly.

At every two minutes, he would upgrade the strength of the wind thrown their way if any remained going. From that first gust, he would rise to 75 miles per hour. Even through the air, they could feel his own will trying to dominate theirs.

He wanted them to fall. To submit to his power!

After another two minutes, he grinned wider as he upgraded the wind strength to an even 100 miles per hour. A full blown hurricane had essentially been weaponized against them! From here, if any remained, he would start laughing while encouraging them gleefully, all while upgrading again to 150 miles per hour. Category 5 hurricane level!

And if any yet remained after two minutes of that, he would exclaim happily (“YES! THAT’S IT!”) and have his eyes gleam sinisterly before upgrading a final time to 225 miles per hour. He would keep it up as long as necessary at that point.

To forge great weapons, you had to break them down first sometimes. He was certainly enjoying the process!

Tag: Amaya, Valynor, Jo’Sua, & Aryan @TheAdmiral @greyjedi125 @Mitth_Fisto @HanSolo29

*****
The Agility Test

The group of Irryn, Goro, Charjra, and Grimble made their way to the next station of five thin ten foot tell columns, where their next oversee was standing close to one. Inspecting it.

As they got close enough, he held up a hand. “That is close enough. One moment.”

He seemed to inspect it further, though for what was unknown, before he turned to face them at last. He was about 5’9” in height and possessed unusual garb (at least to most of them), with a regal air surrounding him. His gold eyes took them in quietly.



“I am sure you are all weary of any more tests at this point. Nevertheless, this is the agility and speed test. It is as simple as it looks at least.”

Moving away from the columns and motioning them to follow him for a bit, he eventually paused again. His voice was calm and professional, simply relaying things that needed to be relayed.

“My name is Sesshomaru and I shall be watching you one at a time, when I say go, to run as fast as you can along this 100 meter long path to the wall at the far end, weaving between the columns as you do. Do not miss one. That simple.”

Sesshomaru allowed them all to process this for a moment, before adding. “As you might expect, I will be timing you. Now, are you all ready?”

When they said they were, he motioned to Grimble.

The gnome did not run, but seemed to ‘bounce’ in unexpected fashion. It wasn’t quick, but it was definitely a technique that prevented him from going slow as well at least.

“Interesting,” mused Sesshomaru before nodding to Charjra. “Please, go ahead.”

When she was done, he nodded toward Goro. “Your turn.”

Nodding in acceptance, he turned his eyes toward Irryn. “And now, you.”

How fast did they feel? Could they evade the columns as they ran nimbly enough? Sesshomaru was watching closely to find out.

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OOC: Indeed you are speeding things up...

IC: The Patriarch
Dexterity Station

The Patriarch caught the glance of Ayira, once she had completed her own set of weights. She would be able to spot the flash of sky blue eyes buried behind the mask. A momentary look of frustration that subsided into mutual understanding. One thing was becoming perfectly clear, neither them liked the Jam.

The Patriarch sauntered over to the dexterity test, his mood quite dissatisfied and wanting to get these examinations over with. He inspected the revolver that Revy had spoken about. He, unlike most others gathered there, did recognize what it was, although it was much more sophisticated than anything he had seen. He waited patiently for the Jam to play with the weapon, The Patriarch suspected he had no idea how to use it.

Once the Jam was finished the masked man careful took the gun, inspecting it once more. He had always admired the ingenuity of humans, their ability to make tools of such sheer destruction, it always brought a hidden smile to the masked man.

He attempted to slide his finger though the trigger guard but his metallic finger was too big for the slot. He sighed realizing he would have to take off his gauntlet. Although he supposed with the lack of magic it did not make a difference anyway. He wondered absently if the magic would also return to his armor once it came flooding back.

Carefully he undid the couplings that secured his right hand, twisting the right gauntlet off so it made a popping sound. The usually rushing sound of air was noticeably absent, noticeable perhaps to only the Patriarch. Once off it revealed a slender, firm and gloved hand. Not a single hint of skin to give any indication of the Patriarch's origin.

He reaffirmed his grip around the gun, his finger now able to fit. He pointed it down range taking a couple practice shots. While he knew what it was and had an intimate knowledge of the mechanisms behind it, that did not make him a good shot. He took his next three 'real shots' His fire was scattered, every shot hitting the target, just nowhere close to the center.

"Hmm...seems this is not for me. A shame, guns always seemed awfully fun"

He handed the gun to Wuwu Gow Go, one who had caught his eye earlier she seemed rather capable, he wondered how she would fair with this evaluation.

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IC: Jupiter
Strength Station

Jupiter staggered back up from being crushed into the wall.

{Assessing Damage}
{Damage Minimal}
{Repairs Needed = Yes}
{Course of Action = Continue Current Directive}

The robot was completely unaware of the sudden change that had taken place during the will test, other than a peculiar energy report showing a large spike of energy for a period of twenty seconds. The droid sauntered on over to the next evaluation, a series of weights coupled with a mask man awaited them all there.

Jupiter gripped Jack's hand holding it firmly, making a loose, uneasy pattern up and down, clearly unaccustomed to having to shake another being's hand.

{Assessing New Directive}
{…}
{…}
{Directive Accepted}

Jupiter noted Arthur as he performed, taking in the strength of the knightly warrior. Once he had finished Jupiter made his way to the weights.

{Activating Strength Module}
{…}
{Strength Module Activated}

Sheets of metal slid across the robot's body, enlarging its robotic muscles. Jupiter's arms, chest and back enlarged, perhaps comically so for the measly two pound weight which it lifted with ease. It continued to grow through the various weight sets, lifting each over its blue head. It suffered little trouble as it got to the higher end of the weights, getting to the sixty pound weight. It lifted the sixty pound weight, a small squeak escaping the metallic limbs. Dropping it down it wrapped its steel fingers around the seventy pound weight, bringing it up in one quick motion. Most of the strength did not come in the initial lift but rather the five second hold afterwards, The arms began to shake slightly as it held the seventy pound weight over head, bringing it down after the allotted time.

It wrapped its fingers around the eighty pound weight, again bringing it up in a quick swing, the sharp distinct sound of air pressurizing and depressurizing.

{Weight = 80 lbs}
{…}
{Strength Usage = 98%}
{…}
{Continue Directive}

It brought the eighty pound weight down, if the robot was organic it would be likely sweating heavily. It gripped the ninety pound weight bringing it up overhead for about two seconds before slamming it down to the ground. The robot looked down at the weight, the robot appeared to be either disappointed or perhaps merely going over what had transpired. Its central eye glowing as it turned to face Wapoe.

[It is your turn]

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IC as Ayira

Yeah, she didn't do very well. She already knew it, but seeing it further her irritation. Especially Jam's loud and obvious victory. She really disliked losing.

“Well, there you have it then. It would appear it is time to rotate once more. Only a couple tests left before the end at last. Persevere if you can. Now head back to the woman with purple hair over there, by the target at the end of the chamber.” Jack of Blades announced and motioned to their next station.

It seemed as it they were almost done with the tests. They had made their way through most of the stations, whether they had anymore tests planned beyond these or not, she was hoping they would be done with the foolishness soon. She was starting to get exhausted and hungry. And tired of being humiliated.

The woman standing at their destination looked like she barely wore any clothes. Ayira gave her a gave her a once over, slightly disapproving, but she had to remember that she did come from other... worlds... and surely not every man appreciated such a show of skin... She folded her arms across her armored chest, indignantly and slightly self-conscious. The lady with markings on her arms also had her arms folded and even more 'done' expression on her face than Ayira was feeling. She held something metal in her hands that glimmered in the lighting.

“Let’s get this over with. Some of you clearly have no idea what this is. It’s called a gun. Here’s a little rundown on how it works, because you’re going to need to know. Takes some dexterity to wield it effectively and that’s what we’re looking for here, or so they tell me.”

Ayira felt like she had a good amount of dexterity due to her training with a sword, but this gun thing? It seemed similar to a bow, but faster and more efficient. Revy went over how to fire it and explained that they could each have three trial shots and then three real shots that they would have to quickly draw from its holster. Jam was to start it off, followed by Patriarch, WuWu Gow Go, and then finally Ayira. She was fine with that, as she could watch the others and see what and how they worked with a gun. She wasn't familiar with guns at all, so this would be interesting to see how well she would do. It looked easy enough, though she chose a sword over a bow for a reason!

When it was her turn, Ayira stepped up to the line and held the gun her hands, looking it over curiously. Like Patriarch, holding the handle with her metal gauntlet didn't quite work. She removed them on both hands, setting them on the floor near her, and took up the standing position to shoot. The gun was cool to touch and a little lighter than she expected. Raising it to aim at the target, she furrowed her brows a little as she lined up the shot and squeezed her finger against the trigger, as instructed. The loud shot made her jump a little. She quickly composed herself and took her next two practice shots. She didn't hit the bullseye, but she at least hit the target... at the very bottom corner. But how well would she do with the quick draw?

She rolled her shoulders twice and then set the gun in its holster. Taking a breath, she yanked the gun back out and fired at the target as fast as she could. She was fast, but unfortunately her speed ruined her accuracy. She scratched her head, embarrassed, when the bullet lodged itself into the chamber wall behind the target. She exhaled a long breath and tried it again. The second shot did the same, but the third, she actually managed to get the outer ring of the target! She finally grinned and sheathed the gun, feeling slightly better about her results.

Ayira handed the gun back to Revy and took up her gauntlets once more, getting back into the line with the others of her group.

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IC: Valynor Syndoriel
The Test of Will

He stayed silent and listened keenly to this one Ganondorf. He carried himself much like Galbatorix had, his demeanor was comparative and so was his presence….yet not.

Valynor did nod respectfully towards the latest instructor, for he understood that power inherently commanded respect.

A test of Will? So it was. Elves were known to poses such a quality. But how did one test it?

Moving as instructed, the red haired elf walked towards the wall and eyed it curiously, before regarding the others. He nodded to his fellow teammates as they arrived at the wall. Jo’Sua, Amaya and the newcomer. “Welcome to the trials, I am Valynor.” He said easily to the middle aged human by way of introduction ( at least he thought him to be middle aged ).

But no other words were to be exchanged as their instructor continued to speak, commanding their attention.

“When I say to start, I want you all to simply come here. Get to me. Walk. Run. Jump. Crawl. I don’t care how you do it, just get as close to me as you can. Don’t give up. Keep going till you simply can’t any more! Show me your willpower!”

Those were some interesting instructions, Valynor mused, but gave it no further consideration as he prepared for whatever came next. He intently as Ganondorf’s arm rose and then…

“Now. COME!”

Valynore looked at the others, then shrugged as he began to simply walk towards the instructor. Once second. Two seconds….

A fantastic gust of wind suddenly slammed them, Valynor’s brought up an arm to protect his face as he leaned forward. His hair began to fly around wildly.

“…melca súre!!” He found himself exclaiming as he succeeded in not taking a step backwards, but rather forced himself to take a step toward Ganondorf. Valynor smirked to himself as he thought of the Sages of the White Tower. Somehow, they had manifested themselves here as well, in Shadow's Reach. If that was so, then he could well regain his full strength in due course. Now that was an encouraging thought!

Indeed, this was more reason to push forward.

A lost memory seemed to have been stirred in his mind. That of a caravan, traveling through a windy canyon during the season of Zirokko-Khan. Always a bad idea, if it couldn’t be helped. Whole cities could find themselves entombed by this might wind whenever it ravaged through expansive desert.

Thus, Valynor took another step forward, bolstered by his inner desire of ascension. These 50 mile an hour winds would not keep him from his goal, even if they never ceased.

Steadily, he marched forward, step by step, leaning into the wind at an angle, measuring his pace, knowing his destination and why he traveled there.

Then the winds suddenly got stronger! Valynor’s green eyes opened wide as he felt himself jerked backwards! Immediately he forced himself down on the floor and discarded his blue jacket, which flew off like a shot. Such material attachments would only get in the way of success.

The red haired elf closed his eyes and gritted his teeth at the sheer might of the wind, which now howled in his ears. He could feel the instructor, Ganondorf, defying them and gloating for effect. He could feel the attempts meant to erode his own will.

At first he became annoyed, then anger flashed through him. He felt Sylvanor begin to stir. No, he wanted to do this himself, so he calmed his emotions and focused his will. He imagined a wedge shape before him, to breakthrough the torrential river of wind. The mechanical part: Grasp and pull the ground with hands, press and push with legs to move forward.

There was pain and punishment involved. The 75 mile and hour winds were mighty indeed. He could feel them buffeting at him, brushing him. They were incessantly and without remorse. They did all they could to drain him of strength (But that was a different test). And so, he kept his head down, chin tucked in. His mind urging, willing his body to crawl forward.

One more ‘step’. Two. Now three. It was very slow going, but he refused and rejected all indications to stop. He would have his prize.

Truth be told, he had no idea how much time had passed, for it seemed like a long time before he moved again. That’s when he got a real surprise. The winds increased even further.

100 miles per hour!!

This was madness!!!

Valinor had never been so close to the ground before. Never in his life had he tried to hold on so fiercely to the ground ( Later, they would tell him that this was his actual first time ). His fingers hurt from grasping the ground. He regulated his breathing and did his best not to budge from where he was. Don’t think. Just hold on.

But he could feel it. His body rebelling, trying to betray him. Aching from the effort.

No! he wouldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. His power, he needed to gain his powers back.

Even through the roaring wind, he now began to hear laughter, mad laughter. The powerful winds increased even more.

"NOOO!!!"

There was a sensation of weightlessness then. He had been swept up against his will.

A defiant sound escaped his lips, but it could not be heard over the roaring winds. He had no idea how close he had gotten to the instructor, or how far he was from the wall. He only knew that he was tumbling through the air, so he braced for impact.

He felt himself hit the back wall, then fall to the floor. Ignoring all else, Valynor could only ball himself now and face away from the winds. What else was there to do?

After a heart beat of two, he would feel it then.

Sylvanor.

'He' could defy the winds…if he gave in to it. But then, that wouldn’t be his own victory. Therefore, He understood that the test of Will was two-edged, at least in his case. Well, he was not about to lose two tests in a row. Not if he could help it.



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IC: Jo'Sua Dhatra
Wisdom/Will Test, Evaluation Chamber

The test was over. So ended the test. There were signs of silent respect, given and received. Loud voices were things to be thought of as things of . . .what was he remembering? Quoting? Something. Someone. With a sigh to himself he turned with the others and headed to the next test. A test of will. Like most it did not wholly conform to what he would expect for such a test. Perhaps that in itself was part of the test?

The walk was silent, elf in the lead once more and the human in the rear. Jo'Sua did best to be next to the last. To meet this odd new teacher that they suddenly had. Ganondorf, another with yellow clothing accents. Was it on purpose that yellow was such a common instructor color for them to wear as well as black and red? Was there purpose and meaning in this? Or was it all just chance. Just happen stance. Perhaps. There was a sense of foreboding about him, a buffering wave of something that made his eyes twitch and burn as he tried to do. . .something to see. He knew he would, he should, be able to see more then he did. Just as he knew he was constantly trying to do things that he felt he should be able to do. But he couldn't. Lack of magic a bad side affect? One they were trying to avoid? He doubted it. How many here, how many from his batch of beings alone would use their powers to complete the test if not for their sudden lack? To how many would the temptation to rebel be if they were not first brought in low and slow? It served purpose.

Once more the elf chose words, boisterous and loud. Once more Jo'Sua merely nodded in silence. The goal had seemed sufficiently easy – to trek across the chamber and reach Ganondorf through any means necessary. At first he thought of obstacles, but that would not be a true test of will, but the truth was laid plain. Either pain or oppressive force would be laid to take them all to task. A test of stubbornness more than will. To press on through whatever might come.

The order given, Jo'Sua jogged forward, metal armor heavy upon the resound as he advanced. Then came the wind. His helm protected eyes and breathing, and so he marched on when jogging became hard.

And then Ganondorf increased the wind velocity.

The march became a slow walk. With one foot forever touching the ground. Onward, slower. Slower. The robes catching the air whipped about him.

The staggered increase of the wind continued. Jo'Sua soon found himself leaning far forward with arms tight to constrict his robes. Feeling it catch he tried to readjust, but the fatal error had been made. Like a kite with an upturned front catches the wind, so too did his robes.

Billowing out he flew backward, watching the distances shift away until he moved to dive forward to the ground, then pulled his arms in tight and braced his legs as he landed horizontally onto the wall. With arms open again he slowly walked back to the ground until he was able to stand with back plastered to the wall, staring forward at the one he could never reach. Not without his magic.


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IC: Amaya Trakand
~The Will Test~

Seeing their next assessor Amaya reached for a sword that was not there. She did not like the man, but that was beside the point, wasn’t it? Pursing her lips she followed the instructions and took position.

The task sounded deceptively easy, so there must be some sort of catch. Then as if on cue they were struck by a strong gale of wind. So they would have to brave it?

Amaya raised her hand to cover her eyes as she bent forward, though not too much as not to lose her balance. There was an unpleasant surprise though, the wind was getting stronger. Her steps were sluggish.

She glanced at her companions. One lost a piece of clothing. Good idea. She let go of her cloak. The problem was that being the sole woman it would not be appropriate to lose too many pieces of clothing.

One by one her companions were blown away. That distracted her and she bent a bit more so the strong wind simply tripped her and pushed her back towards the others, barely missing the other bodies.

She managed to sit with a grunt “I think I have an idea...” she said “We must work together, hold hands or use clothes as ropes, one of us must be the leader, who is strong enough to take the brunt of it, the ones behind him will push him forward...”

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Charjra Myt'tar
Dexterity test --> Agility Test

Charjra all but shoved the 'gun' into Irryn's hand, happy to have the strange feeling weapon out of her hand. Irryn's took the weapon, looking a bit startled, but she moved forward and seemed to do pretty well with the weapon.

“Huh. Well, if you don’t have the stomach for it, you don’t,” the instructor muttered, and Charjra agreeded. She watched the others finish, interested in how well Irryn did. Charjra nodded. Then the annoying alarm went off.

“Well snowflakes, time’s up. Onto your last two! Go that way toward the little pillars set up in a line.”

Revy pointed them toward the area set up at the far left of the Evaluation Chamber with a silver haired man stationed at it, waiting for them.

The group of Irryn, Goro, Charjra, and Grimble made their way to the next station of five thin ten foot tell columns, where their next oversee was standing close to one. Inspecting it.

As they got close enough, he held up a hand. “That is close enough. One moment.”

Charjra watched, her eyes narrowed slightly. That was twice.. she had seen someone facing a colon, or at least at an item on it, and they seemed to be exteremly interested in it. Or was it something else? Talking maybe. He stood for a few moments before he turned to look at them. Gold eyes? Charjra was intrigued. He looked like nothing she had ever seen before, but he looked like he had a certain air about him.

“I am sure you are all weary of any more tests at this point. Nevertheless, this is the agility and speed test. It is as simple as it looks at least.”

Moving away from the columns and motioning them to follow him for a bit, he eventually paused again. “My name is Sesshomaru and I shall be watching you one at a time, when I say go, to run as fast as you can along this 100 meter long path to the wall at the far end, weaving between the columns as you do. Do not miss one. That simple.” Sesshomaru allowed them all to process this for a moment, before adding. “As you might expect, I will be timing you. Now, are you all ready?”

Charjra smiled. Finally. Something she could blow off some steam, and make her feel better. She loved to run. And running between columns? That would be like running among the trees as home....

Her memberance of the Baron's earlier words made her pause for a moment, and then she chuckled. Her memories, scattered as they were, some things were still strong within her. And right now, she could really use this bit of excercise.

She watched as Grimble bounced his way thru the track. That was... unusual. But still, when so small, it was a good thing. “Interesting,” mused Sesshomaru before nodding to Charjra. “Please, go ahead.”

With a slight smile, and a huff of air, Charjra took off like the wind. As she came to each column, she leaned her body, allowing herself to slide close to each column as twisted herself around each column. She smiled, enjoying the feeling as she slipped through the course, throughly enjoying it. She ran in a half-crouch stance, enjoying the release of some rather pent up energies. As she made her way back to the begenning, she slowed, and then stopped in the place indicated. She gave a nod to Goro, as she moved to go wait near Grimble.


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THE JAM
THE STRENGTH TEST​

First was the Patriarch...he could barely lift the 60 lb weight above his puny chest. JAM had a hearty laugh at that and slapped the small armored man on the back when he walked back to the group.

"Worry not, small Patriarch. These weights, like everything else, are meant only to amuse the JAM."

Then there was Ayira. She was exactly as weak as the Jam thought she was.

Then it was his turn. The main attraction. And he would not disappoint.

THE JAM walked over to the puny 2 lb and 5 lb weight and lifted them both of his head with his index finger. This was nothing. Then the 10, 20, 30, and 40 lb weights with practically no effort. As he hoisted the 50 lb above his head, He looked at Jack and gave a wink.



"If you wanted to test the JAM, you should've brought more heavy weights. THIS IS LIGHT WORK FOR THE INDOMITABLE JAM!!"

He began to growl and laugh thunderously! The 60 and 70, which he did at the same time, one in each arm, were held above his head with some effort. He turned to Patriarch and chuckled. "THIS! THIS IS WHERE YOU STRUGGLED? MUAHAHAHAH THE JAM CALLS THESE BABY WEIGHT...IT IS THE WEIGHT THAT BABIES LIFT!"

The 80 and 90 weight caused him some struggle. Lifting different weights in each arm actually required great core control...luckily the rock hard abs of the JAM were not just for show, but for utility. Then came the 100 pounder. The JAM licked his fangs, some drool falling onto the floor. Yes....now this was what he was talking about. The 100 pound weight had been calling his name ever since he stepped in the room.

come get me, JAM, i want to be lifted up but every else is too weak.

"IT IS OKAY, LITTLE ONE, I AM HERE TO LIFT YOU. WHERE JAM STANDS, YOU'RE IN GOOD HANDS!" He spoke aloud to the weight as his callused hands caressed the handle. It was not light, but for JAM it was also not heavy. He lifted it above his head and held the stance for longer than 5 seconds before spiking it into the ground. He dusted off his hands and walked back to the others. His confident grin betrayed his next words:

"The JAM finds no reward in doing what the JAM knows he can already do. Let the other small girl go and disappoint like the rest of them."

----
The Dexterity Test

A gun. The JAM had heard of ...something like it before...He could not place it. But he knew from the sights of the tiny weapon he would do terribly. When it was placed in his hands, the gun was comically small. So when it came time to shoot, he missed horribly and threw the weapon at the target, which also missed.

"THE JAM DOES NOT NEED TO AIM AND SHOOT. THE JAM PUNISHES HIS OPPONENTS UP AND CLOSE!"

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Irryn
Agility

Irryn cheered and clapped as Charjra finished the course. She wasn't surprised at the drow's seemingly effortless performance, but it was superb to see nonetheless.
"Superb work." She smiled. She took her position on the start line and waited for the human with the eye-patch to finish before she began her own run.

Her bare feet made very little sound as she began, though she could never have quite reached the silent swiftness of the elf- something Irryn found herself slightly envious of. The task was... difficult. More difficult than she had anticipated. She ran and weaved well, but her body felt awkward and didn't seem to quite respond the way she was expecting. Fatigue? Or something else?
She seemed to keep almost reverting to all fours at times. Reaching the far end of the course, she kicked off the back wall as if a swimmer starting a new lap in a pool, though heavily.
The coming back was harder, her body seemingly fighting the instructions she gave it, as if it knew a different way, a better way, if only she could just stop for a moment and remember what it was. Finally, as she came round the last pillar, she stumbled into a roll that took her over the finish line.
It was a respectable finishing time, but Charjra made it look clumsy.
Irryn picked herself up and brushed herself down with a shake before looking back at the course with a slightly frustrated look, though what she was frustrated about, even she didn't know.

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Arthur
Test of Will

As the winds whipped at his armored frame Arthur pressed on. The winds picked up again, he continued to push through the maelstrom. The winds pick up once again and again he kept going. He felt like he couldn't give up that he wouldn't give up. As the wind became stronger he bent more and more forward, until his fingers dug into the stone, finding gaps between the stones digging in. The rough texture bit into his fingertips he could almost feel the blood start to flow just a little. He kept going, through the pain, through the blindness due to the whipping winds that forced him to close his eyes, though the deafness by the howling air around him. Nothing would stop him, a task had been set before him and he would see it through…

Eventually the winds became too much but he didn't give up, though he was stopped by the winds, he never collapsed, never let the winds try and carry him away. He might not have made it to the tower figure but he didn't give up.

Test of strength

Arthur shook his hands feeling his fingertips burn from where they were abraded by the grout. The test of strength a simple enough challenge, one he would be prepared for. Being the first up he didn't waste time. Lifting the first weight, it was fine, he was largely fine until he reached about the 50lbs. It started to get harder, his muscles straining, and shaking as he lifted the heavier and heavier weights. He was just a man, not a metal contraption, or a towering Orc, but he wouldn't let that stop him. Soon it was more a test of his will than his strength. At 80lbs he had to grit his teeth, and 90lbs. He could feel his elbows start to give way but still held firm. At the final weight as he got it over his head a loud shout tore from his throat, sweat running down his forehead. He was almost there...as the time elapsed he nearly dropped the weight. His arms were nearly jelly but he had completed the task, another one down...

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OOC: Ok, after many delays…here we are. Pumas, if you manage a post before your training (wishing you well there!), try to get to get the last two tests for Wuwu, please. Anyway. One More To Go!!!

Ganondorf IC:
~The Will Station~

The gerudo was once more pleased. Some interesting things happening with this group. A couple of them, Valynor and Amaya, both understood the concept of creating less for the wind to grab onto them. They discarded bits of clothing, just enough to assist. It would not be enough, but it did help a bit.

The endeavor was notable for its simple cleverness, quick thinking, and further proof of their will to succeed. All good check marks.

Jo’Sua, unfortunately, fell prey to the concept they were trying to avoid themselves by contrast. But the willpower he showed in trying to power through before he was finally caught was strong nonetheless. The wraith’s efforts had not gone unnoticed.

Even Aryan, not one quite well suited to a tempest of wind hitting him like this, handled quite well in Ganondorf’s private opinion. He did everything in his power to hold on as long as he could, not giving in till he had no choice in he matter. Good, very good.

Amaya herself got an extra point for her attempts at the end, despite already being blown back with the others; had begun to verbally encourage them to work as a team to prevail against the trial. Very, very interesting.

No one else had thought of that. It was more of a personal test and that may be why the others denied her the try or maybe they simply hadn't heard over the wind. Either way, he stopped his magical assault as a sign it was over before they caught on.

The others were clearly done, though Ganondorf smirked. A personal test, perhaps, but he had never explicitly forbade working as a team.

The woman is one to watch then.

Nodding to himself, he clapped a few times. “Congratulations! Another test down, it is over! You did very well, count me as impressed.”

That ringing sound appeared, to which Ganondorf made a small show of fishing the device out for a change and silencing it by hand before putting it away.

“And with that, your trials are not yet complete however. One final one stands in your way. A final bit of physical punishment. Can you push through? Hahahaha! Summon your will one more time and good luck! To the weights you go!”

With a grin and a pointed finger, he showed them the way to their next and final station. As they staggered away, like all the rest, he turned to face those approaching him now. Ah.

One more time!

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Revy IC Part 1:
~The Dexterity Station~

As Jam took his place at the line, Revy folded her arms and watched expectantly. The orc was comically larger than the weapon. This was going to be good. Hey, they wanted each of them tested, so she was only doing her job.

She smirked.

One shot. It only took one and he was mad, throwing the gun itself at the target. And that didn’t even hit the damn thing either.

Revy blinked.

“THE JAM DOES NOT NEED TO AIM AND SHOOT. THE JAM PUNISHES HIS OPPONENTS UP AND CLOSE!”

She busted up laughing, shaking her head.

“Ahahahahaha! Ok, ok…hahahaha…I get it, big guy. The muscles aren’t just for show. I get it. But hey,” Revy grinned with an almost bloodthirsty gleam in her eyes, “You can get nice and cozy with a gun too, ya know. I’ll have to show ya some time.”

The way she said the line would send shivers down the backs of any normal person.

“That said,” her expression turned back to a dull one as she pointed in the direction of the target, “I’m not getting that. Idiots.”

Her arms refolded as she waited for one of them to retrieve the weapon. She didn’t budge. Wisely, the fifth member of their group (thus far not standing out amongst his four other group mates) went to get it and then hand it to Patriarch as Revy directed.

“Better. Now lets get moving again.”

The armored man quickly realized the limitations of his gauntlet with the weapon and removed it before truly starting. Their overseer watched impatiently, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. When he was done, he didn’t do well. Though he at least hit the thing.

“Hmm…seems this is not for me. A shame, guns always seemed awfully fun.”

“Practice makes perfect, or some bull****,” Revy replied simply with a dismissive wave of one hand. “Probably better you know what works for you and what doesn’t though, in my opinion.”

With a sigh, she motioned toward Wuwu Gow Go who then performed her own test as well. Nodding, Revy watched as the gun passed heads to Ayira.

Pretty soon the blonde (‘Mean Girl’ thought Revy idly. Yeah, she looked like she’d be one of those types. Not that she had ever seen that awful movie) ran into the same issue as Patriarch. Removal of a gauntlet was necessary. In the end…not good. Ugh.

She was one of those just excited to hit the target by the end, which Revy understood but also found irritating. Granted, she had been fast with her hands in the quick draw. Probably one of the fastest ones there, surprisingly. Revy gave her points for that. But her accuracy? Yeeesh.

Rubbing the back of her head, her hair getting messed up slightly, in mild annoyance; she made her way to collect the gun and allow the fifth member to have his test real quick before collecting the gun a final time.

“About time,” she muttered. “At least there was some entertainment value.”

Then came the ringing. Almost there! She silenced the device, her smartphone given to her by Genesis Gate, and pocketed it.

“Guess what? Yeah. Rotation time! But hey, cheer up, newbies! Only one more to go and then you can finally rest your sorry asses!”

Revy allowed a little laugh before she waved them toward the line of thin columns off to the far left side of the chamber.

Tag: Patriarch, Ayira, Jam, & Wuwu Gow Go @Shadowsun @spacelady @The Jedi in the Pumas

*****
Sesshomaru IC Part 1:
~The Agility Station~

Sesshomaru watched as quietly as usual as Goro had done fairly well in the agility test and even Grimble did passably well, even if in an odd way. But the truly notable ones of the bunch here this time around were the girls. Charjra and Irryn.

The dark elf, as expected, demonstrated true elven speed and grace. She sped through the course both quickly and nimbly. Excellently done. Sesshomaru graced her with a rare smile and a slight nod.

“Well done.”

As for Irryn, it was a little different for the silver haired elf. The speed shown was decent, but it was far more clumsy than the other. Something odd was at play. Her running style kept trying to convert, like she wanted to crouch down on all fours for some reason. On the way back especially it appeared like she almost had trouble with her own body. It was…curious.

Stumbling past the last pillar and rolling to the end, Sesshomaru merely gave her a nod when she was done looking frustratingly at the course. Couldn’t blame her. It was always frustrating when one doesn’t perform the way they believed they could. Irryn would improve, he was sure of it.

“Thank you,” he commented as he allowed their final member to go when she moved away.

Not long afterwards, the ringing finally appeared yet again. He silenced the device quickly, a brief flash of annoyance on his face. Sesshomaru wasn’t any more fond of the thing than they.

“You know what that means by now. However, I can give you one bit of good news. This is the last rotation. Your final test is over there by the mats surrounding the pillar,” he pointed in the direction they needed to head in.

“Good luck. You’re almost there.”

Tag: Charjra, Irryn, & Goro @Ktala @darthhelinith @Master Vo'Un'Var (Welcome Back!)

*****
Jack of Blades IC Part 1:
~The Strength Station~

Jack was pleased that they all just took to the task at hands with a quiet acceptance. Or perhaps they were wanting to just get it all done and over with at this point. It didn’t really matter, either viewpoint worked.

Arthur sweated, grunted, and shout. He physically labored and persevered all the way to the end, going all the way through the series of weights. Extremely notable. Jack was pleased.

“Excellent. You should be proud of your achievement.”

From there Jupiter managed to get through the 80 well, if starting to show signs of struggle at the end. The machine managed to lift the 90 with some difficulty, but couldn’t fully control it, which cost it a bit in the results department. Nevertheless, nothing to sniff at.

“Very good. Room for improvement, but a good start, I think.”

From there Jack watched Wapoe give Jupiter a mock salute, roll up his sleeves to show human skin, and move to the weights. There was a little bit of…snarky attitude about the robed man. The way he went about tasks or said certain things.

Honestly, Jack mused privately as Wapoe dropped a mid weight with a huff of irritation, he was rather starting to like him. Perhaps he would touch base with him, a little later, after things settled…

But that was then. For now, it was finishing up the tests.

“Not bad. Pure strength need not be achieved to get the results that ultimately matter. But it is good to know one’s physical limits…as they are for now.”

However Wapoe took it, Jack meant it well enough.

One more to go. Dusty.

In the end, the old timer didn’t impress him as expected. Jack also noted the man continued to favor his leg a little, which was notable for a few reasons. He stared at the man’s leg as he hobbled away from the weights (doing by far the worst of the lot, yet still trying to smile good naturedly), contemplating a moment.

Holding out a hand after a bit, he called them over to him. He did this once before, now seemed a good time to do it a second time.

“I have a minor reward for all of you lasting this far, if you wish. Take my hand. Just for a moment.”

His face turned to Jupiter, “Perhaps not you, I’m afraid. I do not think I can help, though I suspect you will be all right.”

For those who took his hand (Dusty being one, out of curiosity), he sent just a little bit of rejuvenating energy. Soothing their aches and pains and restoring a bit of stamina, enough to make them feel a tad refreshed. Just enough to get through another evaluation.

The dreaded ringing soon appeared once more. Jack sighed and silenced the abominable device before looking at them.

“I can at least reassure you of one thing. You’ll only hear that terrible sound one more time from here. One last test and you are finished for the day, at last. Go ahead and head for the purple haired woman near the archery target at the back of the chamber.”

Nodding one more time in farewell as they left, Jack turned to face his final group. Curious as to their results, but also beginning to think of ‘the next steps’ already in his head. Yes.

It would not due to dawdle too long. They were nearly done, for those already with power in Genesis Gate, they could not afford to take too long to start thinking ahead.

Tag: Jupiter, Wapoe, & Arthur @Shadowsun @Sinrebirth @galactic-vagabond422

*****
The Agility Test

The group came toward the line of thin columns that constituted their final test. The man standing at the far end of them, waiting for them, was about ‘5’9” in height and possessed a regal air and unusual garb in comparison to the others.

His golden eyes watched them approach quietly. When they got close enough, he held up a hand to signal for them to stop.

“That is close enough.”



“My name is Sesshomaru and I shall be your final evaluator today. I am sure we are all eager to get this phase done and over with, so let me get right to explaining.”

The silver haired man calmly motioned toward the columns. There were five of them and each were about ten feet tall, set just far enough apart to allow them to pass through.

“This is the agility test, where I will be timing you for speed and as the name implies, to see how agile you are. One at a time, when I say go, you shall run as fast as you can along this 100 meter long path to the wall at the far end, weaving between the columns as you do. Do not miss one.”

Sesshomaru’s face remained passive as he spoke, keeping a professional demeanor throughout, “It is truly that simple. Now, whom to go first?”

A pause as his eyes came to zero in on one of them.

“You. Ready yourself…” he said to Ayira and then when she was prepared, “…And go!”

Sesshomaru watched her silently throughout, evaluating her the entire time much the same as he had been doing for everyone else. When she was done, he pointed at Wuwu Gow Go.

“Let us allow the ladies to finish first, then. Prepare…and…go!”

After she was complete, he nodded to Jam.

“And now for yourself. How great is your speed? Go!”

Sesshomaru made careful note how quickly (or not) the orc moved. Being among the most boisterous oft brought about greater pressure.

At the very end of the group, he turned to Patriarch. “As you can guess, you shall be the last. Get ready…now….go!”

The end of the tests was finally nigh.

Tag: Patriarch, Ayira, Wuwu Gow Go, & Jam @Shadowsun @spacelady @The Jedi in the Pumas

*****
The Strength Test

They moved gingerly over to what was to be their last test of the day. After the rigors of the Will Test, they need summon their strength, stamina, and will for one final evaluation. Thankfully, what was to come next did not require much guessing on their part.

Unfortunately, what came next was…what came next.

A series of twelve weights for obvious lifting had been arrayed in a row along the wall. They lay there, waiting for them. They cared not for how fatigued they may or may not be.

And their final evaluator? One clad in mostly red that had the powerful and dangerous aura that matched their last two. His very aura, much like Galbatorix and Ganondorf, said without words:

Cross me and face death.



When they all came to a stop before him, he gave a silent nod before walking straight up to Aryan, reaching out to clasp a hand of his in a firm shake. When he spoke however, it was to all of them. His voice sounded nearly like a demon and yet, somehow, possessing a level of smooth charm to it at the same time. A man of strength, in more ways than one.

“Greetings. It would appear you are my last bunch of test takers. You shall know that my name is Jack of Blades.”

The crimson figure transitioned to shaking Amaya’s hand next. “What you shall be doing at this station should be very clear. Here we test your strength in as literal a fashion as possible.”

Moving now onto Jo’Sua, he shook the wraith’s hand third. “Now, purely for formality’s sake, I shall explain what you will be doing.”

Finally, he came upon Valynor and took his hand as well. His eyes glowing fiercely behind his mask. “These twelve weights are laid out from the lightest to heaviest, as you can see for yourselves. You will be going up to them, one at a time, and lift them above your head for five seconds. After that, lay them back down in a controlled manner and you are done.”

Stepping away so he could oversee them all equally again, Jack watched them all closely as he finished his instructions.

“They go in this order. The two pound weight, which is surprising we even have, then the five, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, and finally the more respectable hundred pound weight. I shall be selecting you each to go at this, one at a time. Show me your strength!”

Jack took a moment to carefully survey them, then looked straight at Amaya. “You’ll be first.”

After the woman had finished her series of weight lifting, Jack motioned for Valynor to proceed. “You shall be next.”

As the elf finished up his own go-through, the one in red nodded toward Jo’Sua. “Wraith, it is time for you to test yourself.”

And finally, when Jo’Sua finished, Jack looked evenly at Aryan. “It would appear your turn is now up. Bring these evaluations to a close, if you would.”

When Aryan Graul finished his strength test, he would have, indeed, brought the evaluations to a close officially for his group.

Tag: Amaya, Valynor, Aryan, & Jo’Sua @TheAdmiral @greyjedi125 @HanSolo29 @Mitth_Fisto

*****
The Constitution Test

They moved toward the colored mats surrounding the large pillar in the lower left section of the chamber, that had been set up for some purpose or another. Waiting for them at this last test station, was one they already knew fairly well by this point.



Baron Quinn.

With the end finally in sight, the man was beaming toward them, his hands held outwards as if to mock embrace them.

“And so, for you lot, it would seem you shall finish as you started. With me. I do hope that brings a nice little twinkle to your eye.”

The Baron chuckled as he motioned toward the rubber exercise mats, watching them all carefully as he did so.

“Let’s get right to it then and bring this stage of tests to a close, shall we? One last physical push, yet my area is quite possibly the simplest of them all. At least in my mind. Here I’m testing your endurance, but we’re keeping it simple as I’ve said. Just enough to see where you’re at.”

Quinn moved over to the red mat, one last time he happily noted, and got into a proper plank position while craning his neck over to look at his final group.



“This exercise is called the ‘plank.’ Despite how silly it looks, it serves a good fundamental purpose in learning endurance. I want you all to find a mat and get onto your hands and knees to prepare.”

He got up and moved off to the side, readjusting his clothes and sword sheath a little while they positioned themselves.

“Trust me, I know how it looks, but indulge me, please. A little bit of trivia I’ve told everyone else is that most first timers surprise themselves by lasting only a minute and a half or so. When everyone is ready, I’ll tell you to begin and then you all do as I showed you, holding it as long as you can. Think of it as a bit of a friendly competition amongst yourselves. Who will last the longest?”

Quinn grinned and watched them all do just that, judging their readiness. When they were all to a good point, he smiled and said the word.

“Begin!”

Their final trial was underway at last.

Tag: Irryn, Goro, & Charjra @darthhelinith @Master Vo'Un'Var @Ktala

*****
The Dexterity Test

Their final overseer was waiting for them, the impatience radiating off of her palpably. Without having said a word yet, it was clear she was just as eager to get this whole thing over with as they were.

She held dangling from her hands a holster, gun held inside securely, and watched them approach her.



The woman just looked over them with a critical eye and stated plainly.

“Uh huh. Just what I thought. Another group that holds people who likely have no idea what a gun is. Jesus, what’s with this crop of rookies? Very few of you seem to have any knowledge of ‘em. Hey. Super Macintosh!”

She was looking straight at Jupiter.

“You probably have some knowledge, I’m guessing, huh?”

With a sigh, she shrugged and shook her head. “Anyway, doesn’t matter. This is the last test for all of us, thank god. The name’s Revy and here we’re looking for your level of dexterity apparently. By firing this.”

She held up the holster with the gun for emphasis.



“Alright. Time to go over basics again first, so those who don’t know, don’t kill themselves.”

“I, uh, I know how to shoot, miss,” Dusty finally managed to mumble a little eagerly.

It was like she just noticed him for the first time, by the way she looked at him. “Huh. Yeah, old timer, you kinda have that cowboy look to you. Ok, fine. One more who might know what they’re doin’.”

Revy then launched into a demonstration of firearms for beginners, still a little skeptical. She showed them how to properly hold the weapon, the mechanisms at play, and even showed how to do a quick draw. Once she noted they all got it, she pointed to the red line painted on the floor nearby. It was about seven meters from the target that had been set up.

“One at a time, you’re going to come up to this line and shoot from here. When it’s handed to you, put on the holster, come here, and take three practice shots behind the line. After that, it’s time for real.”

Revy eyed Jupiter, Wapoe, Arthur, and Dusty carefully.

“Three quick draw shots and we’ll see if you’re any good. Am hoping for at least one of you to do well, being my last group.”

She grinned.

“Ok, Old Timer. Might as well start with you. Just so you all know, the Outer Ring is worth 1 point. Second Ring is worth 2. Mid Ring 3. Inner Ring 4. Bullseye gets you 5 points.”

Revy nonchalantly tossed him the holster and folded her arms at a safe distance, watching carefully. Dusty jumped a little in surprise, but caught the weapon well enough and put on the holster as if it was natural. A small thing, but something that got the woman to raise an eyebrow. Maybe he really had the gift of it?

By the time Dusty was done, he had a hit on the Inner Ring and two Bullseyes, prompting a whistle from Revy and an excited shout.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Hell yeah! Hand the weapon over to Mr. Halloween there.”

Dusty had to look at her to see she was pointing at Wapoe to know who she was referring to. With a proud smile, he handed the gun in its holster to him.

“Ain’t nothin’ to it! You can do it!” he offered encouragingly as he went off to the side to watch quietly now, a little spring to his old step.

Nothing to it? Well, that was yet to be seen for the others.

When Wapoe was finally finished, Revy directed him to hand the gun off to Arthur. (She called him ‘King Arthur’ with a laugh, not even realizing his actual name was Arthur) From there, it ended with Jupiter.

“End this on a high note, please?” the purple haired gunslinger jokingly begged with a smirk.

At long last, their final trial was underway. Very soon, they would be done…

Tag: Wapoe, Arthur, & Jupiter @Sinrebirth @galactic-vagabond422 @Shadowsun

 

IC as Ayira

And like that, their group finished the dexterity test. The ringing sounded, alerting them that it was time to switch stations. On to their final test at last! Ayira was glad to be done with the gun and find out what lay next. They moved together and came upon a man with long white hair and what looked like golden eyes. He held out a hand as they approached.

"That is close enough. My name is Sesshomaru and I shall be your final evaluator today. I am sure we are all eager to get this phase done and over with, so let me get right to explaining. This is the agility test, where I will be timing you for speed and as the name implies, to see how agile you are. One at a time, when I say go, you shall run as fast as you can along this 100 meter long path to the wall at the far end, weaving between the columns as you do. Do not miss one. It is truly that simple. Now, whom to go first?” He mused as his gaze landed on Ayira. “You. Ready yourself…"

So he was just going for it then! Ayira flipped her hair over her shoulder and focused her green eyes on the row of columns before her, shifting her body into a starting position. All she needed to do was run and weave between them? Seemed easy enough for her! She briefly wondered how the others of her group would fair before putting her full attention to the task ahead of her.

“…And go!”

Ayira bolted to a run, deftly leaping from side to side as she kept her pace up. Yes, she was definitely a skilled warrior. She wished she could remember the details, but moving and dodging just felt right to her, even in armor. The young woman may not be very strong, but she was fast and somewhat nimble. Upon returning to the start, Ayira had to catch her breath a little, but she was pretty happy with her results. She took up her place with the others of her group and watched the others as they took their turns.

Tag: @Darth_Elu, @The Jedi in the Pumas, @Shadowsun

 

IC: Jo'Sua Dhatra
~The Wisdom Test, Evaluation Chamber~

Turning his head he stared at the woman, the woman who had an idea. "I agree. Though I am not suited to lead." his deep gravely voice grated as he gestured down at his plastered out black layered robes. Only then the winds died, the test was ended. It was finished and the idea was nothing more than something to remember.

Taking a bow he turned with the others and left to their next station.

~The Strength Test, Evaluation Chamber~

A series of twelve weights for obvious lifting had been arrayed in a row along the wall. After the physical exertions they had already done he was not sure if this was in any way going to be a wholly accurate test. Mattered little this thought did, inaccuracies in exchange for speed and what was underrating or misjudging a recruit by a single test or two? In armies as large as they claimed it was a minute thing. A statistical margin of error that likely would be appended to the end tests of every batch.

Their final evaluator was once more clad in the three common colors as well as white though red was the dominant and black and yellow mere accents. His was another aura, another that told of swift endings and easily so if crossed. A challenge to a final test none of them were ready to face.

The man gave a silent nod before walking straight up to Aryan, forcing a firm handshake. “Greetings. It would appear you are my last bunch of test takers. You shall know that my name is Jack of Blades.” The crimson figure transitioned to shaking Amaya’s hand next. “What you shall be doing at this station should be very clear. Here we test your strength in as literal a fashion as possible.” Moving now onto Jo’Sua, he shook the wraith’s hand third. “Now, purely for formality’s sake, I shall explain what you will be doing.”

Jo'Sua gripped that hand hard, hard and firm as he inclined his head in way of a delayed greeting until this point. Respect given as respect received. A handshake could tell much of all of them.

Finally, he came upon Valynor and took his hand as well. His eyes glowing fiercely behind his mask. “These twelve weights are laid out from the lightest to heaviest, as you can see for yourselves. You will be going up to them, one at a time, and lift them above your head for five seconds. After that, lay them back down in a controlled manner and you are done.”

Stepping away so he could oversee them all equally again, Jack watched them all closely as he finished his instructions.

“They go in this order. The two pound weight, which is surprising we even have, then the five, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, and finally the more respectable hundred pound weight. I shall be selecting you each to go at this, one at a time. Show me your strength!”

Jack took a moment to carefully survey them, then looked straight at Amaya. “You’ll be first.”

Turning his head he waited and watched. Curious to see how she would do. She had brains, but how was her brawn? Although the station did have a distinct odor of orc sweat heavily upon it. Hopefully the weights had been wiped down before they arrived for their rotation.

Tag: Amaya, Valynor, Aryan, @TheAdmiral @greyjedi125 @HanSolo29 @Darth_Elu

 

IC: The Patriarch
At long last...

The Patriarch observed the 100 meter distance as Sesshomaru explained the evaluation. The Patriarch briefly considered the possibility of removing his entire armor set, the prospect of running in it was not an exactly pleasant one, after all there seemed little reason to keep it on without his magic. Still once it returned it would be rare for him to take it off, perhaps the assessment would be more accurate if he left it on.

He pondered this to himself as the others went about the evaluation, paying little attention to how the others were performing. The Patriarch's train of thought became broken once Sesshomaru instructed that it was his turn. Oh how he loathed his thoughts being interrupted, well at least it wasn't as bad as the Jam. He elected not to remove his armor, now there was no time. Instead he got himself into position waiting for the indication to begin.

The masked man began to thud down the course, he wasn't slow be any means, but nor was he quick. Once again an indication that these physical capabilities while he was proficient were not his specialty. He continued to weave his way though the course, the sweat trickling down his back inside the tin can. It wasn't long, however, until it was over, he marched his way back over to the group.

Then a realization began to dawn on him, this was it, he was done. If they had indeed had been telling the truth his magic would soon return. He smiled behind the metal mask as he rejoined the group. Oh he was looking forward to this.

TAG: @Darth_Elu @The Jedi in the Pumas @spacelady

IC: Jupiter
The Final Directive

The robot marched over to the final evaluation, its orange eye scanning the new instructor.

{Assessing new instructor}
{...}
{Power Level = Low}
{Threat = Low}
{Action Required = No}

It stood upright as it listened to Revy, who was a rather stark contrast to the rest of the evaluators, even Jupiter recognized that.

“Uh huh. Just what I thought. Another group that holds people who likely have no idea what a gun is. Jesus, what’s with this crop of rookies? Very few of you seem to have any knowledge of ‘em. Hey. Super Macintosh!”

{Input = 'Super Macintosh'}
{Word 'Macintosh' Unknown}
{Analyzing}
{Appears to be synonym for 'robot'}
{'Macintosh' added to Library}

“You probably have some knowledge, I’m guessing, huh?”

The robot was very familiar with the weapon, as it began to boot up the various weapon database preprogrammed into the robot.

[Indeed]

Jupiter listen to the rest of the instructions, observing how the others performed. The robot was the last to go. It clasped the gun in its hand as the calculations began to whir in its brain.

{Object = Gun}
{Assessing Target}
{Calculating Distance}
{Activating Sub Unit C-01 "Charlie"}

A small miniature drone detached itself from Jupiter's back, whizzing above the robot's head, the four flaps around it extending and retracting as it stabilized in the air. It then turned to the target beginning to take aim.

{Calibrating Firing Shot}
{Logging Projectile Data}

It then proceeded to fire three quick shot all within the inner ring. Practice shots to begin, giving the machine data in which to correct itself.

[The next three are my official shots]

It stated in the same monotone voice. It then squeezed the trigger, three shots following each other in quick succession. The first two hitting their mark on the bullseye, the final one hitting slightly above in the inner ring.

[Return Charlie]

Instead of the usual monotone voice, Jupiter sounded almost disappointed with its performance. The little droid returned to the slot in Jupiter's back before the robot turned to face Revy and return the gun.

TAG: @Sinrebirth @galactic-vagabond422 @Darth_Elu

 

Charjra Myt'tar
The Agility Station~The Constitution Test

Irryn congratulated her on her on ther run, and Charjra gave the woman a wide smile. "Thanks," she told Irryn. . The instructor Sesshomaru graced her with a smile and a slight nod. “Well done.” he told her. Charjra gave the instructor a nod. She really had enjoyed that run. It seemed to energize her. Then she watched Irryn run. And Charjra had a very strong instinct that Irryn wanted to run in another form. And when she stumbled at the end, she stayed silent. When Irryn joined her again, she whispered to the woman, "A good first try."

Then the bell rang once more. Sesshomaru spoke up, “You know what that means by now. However, I can give you one bit of good news. This is the last rotation. Your final test is over there by the mats surrounding the pillar,” he pointed in the direction they needed to head in.

“Good luck. You’re almost there.” Now Charjra smiled. That was good news indeed. She nodded, and then followed the way they were being pointed to. And was happy to see a familiar face.

Baron Quinn.

With the end finally, in sight, the man was beaming toward them, his hands held outwards as if to mock embrace them. “And so, for you lot, it would seem you shall finish as you started. With me. I do hope that brings a nice little twinkle to your eye.”

Charjra smiled.

So then the Baron began to explain the specialties of this thing called a plank. An exercise it seemed. It looks simple enough, but the true test was to see how long you could hold the position. Well, that sounded simple enough. But most things that looked simple were seldom that simple. She just moved into the position that they were shown.

Quinn grinned and watched them all do just that, judging their readiness. When they were all to a good point, he smiled and said the word.

“Begin!”

Charjra chose a spot to stare out at, a distance away to focus on. She slowly counted, as she stayed in position. It was a strange position. Something she would not normally do, that she could think of. Still, if this was what was required..

She made it to about 40 seconds before her body started shaking, and she slowly bent her knees. After a few seconds, she slowly stood back up. That was much harder than she thought it would be. Her stomach would definitely feel it.

But considering she had never done such a thing before, she considered it a not too bad a start. Once done, she stood up, while waiting for the others.



TAG: @darthhelinith @Master Vo'Un'Var, @Darth_Elu