Room 07: Dain and Rhyme

[dain]

Dain's stuff was all packed on the right side, a white futon bed that contracted back to form a couch, a simple taple-top next to the futon, and a bookshelf where exactly one-hundred books sat, spine-out. All the books were either martial arts techniques or mystical teachings he had taken from his stay with the Drow.

The six-foot five-inch human built with muscles lay on the couch form of the futon reading a book labeled, "Teachings from a Furion". The book obviously explained geometrical and scientific theories made by a secluded race called the "Furions", a fusion of hawk and human race. His shoes, which were exquisite Italian leather, lay on the side of the couch. Dain wore his traditional cotton black pants and a white undershirt, he dressed for comfort. His hair was brown and pushed forward, gel making cavities in his hair structure, giving it an Italian look. His eues fleeted from word to word as he skimmed the book. The other side of the room lay empty, Dain wasn't expecting a roommate, but didn't care either way.

Soft music played from a portable stereo on his bedside table-top. Keystrokes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata droned out as a wonder, a soft presence filling the entire room. Dain, in his normal attire and background, was a true Rennaisance man. He knew about almsot everything since he dabbled in it all.

[±Witchcraft±]

Rhyme walked up to the boys dorm area and looked into the rooms. All of them had at least one person in them so that meant he wasn’t getting a room to himself. A good many already had two people in them. Reaching Room 7 he looked in and saw two beds, one made, the other it looked like was used, then remade, like the person left. Walking in, he looked and didn’t see any stuff on the other side of the room so he set his some sack down.

As he walked in he saw the large book shelf full of fighting techniques. That wasn’t good, Rhyme wasn’t sure if he would get along with a melee aligned person. All of his family was magical in nature so he never really had to deal with people who actually fought with their hands. Looking more though he saw the music player and eased up a bit, at least the guy liked music.

Rhyme went through his bag and put his cloths away. All he had was many pairs of torn jeans, and a t-shirt from almost every band a person could think of, even ones that most people wouldn’t think a guy would like. No matter what type of music it was, Rhyme loved it. He also put in a very special blue robe in a lower drawl. He absolutely hated wearing the thing, but it was the one thing he really had to remember his mother by. He still never wore it, it itched like crazy and was really warm.

Cracking his neck and hands, he left the room to go down to the cafeteria to put on a show.

[dain]

Meanwhile, Dain had made an important phone call. As he waited, he slipped off his shoes and put up his book, turning his stereo onto a low techno, and sat in his deluxe leather chair that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

The door to the dorm creaked open and a group of dancers came in, all women, all exotic, all tan, and all especially... gorgeous. Dain sat back in his chair as he motioned them to go on, and the dancers began a myriad of steps in their skimpy clothing. Though, it wasn't before long did he unsummon them from his room. Someone was coming...

[±Witchcraft±]

Rhyme sung a small tune under his breath as he walked down the hallway in the boys dorm, back to his room. His eyes widened when he saw a group of scanty clad women. The bards on his mother side wore more clothes then they did.

He sighed though when he saw they came out of his room.

“Of course...” he said lightly to himself, not even asking as he went into the room, turning the techno music to P!ATD and sitting down at the desk, pulling a notebook out of his sleeve, and began to take notes on the song.

[dain]

"Hmmm, not a lot of chords in that song. They play a constant beat over and over til' they get to an overture, then three extra ntoes are played. Not much differentiating in that song. Though, I'm going to take a guess your power runs on how close specific notes are? An example, like pauses. Notes in rapid succesion are better for you, yes?" Dain asked, ignoring the fact that a group of half-naked women HAD come out of the room.

[±Witchcraft±]

“Not really,” he said, not looking up “Not many people outside of the bards realize that music holds two forms of energy, sound, and emotion, the bards never really figured out how to tap into the second, only the first, though I found a way to tap into the second. The music can be as slow as a waltz, or as fast as a the fast techno, it all depends on how the music effects the soul.”

As he spoke, he turned to the back of his notebook where he had a pile of circles pre drawn. Then, he began to if in circles with special diagrams, and symbols, as he worked out a new song spell for binding.

[dain]

"Ah, I see. You know, I work a similar form of magic. We have symbols, like notes, and diagrams for them to be performed. Though, the only difference is that I don't need music or emotion. Just resolve. For instance..."

Dain brought his finger up as he traced a symbol in the air, putting a tonagon around it, and then poking nothingness in the air. All of a sudden, a purple symbol formed in the air. The glowing lgiht nearly lit up all the room as Rhyme's pen shot out of his hand and laid flat against his book, nothing budging it. It was even on the curve, yet it didn't roll.

"You should try shapes with more than eight sides. Makes more connections." Dain said as he clenched his hand, releasing the crucifixion as the pen rolled into the curve of the book.

[±Witchcraft±]

“Hmm...I’ll consider it. You haven't seen my other unique ability though.”

Turning around and standing up, he looked around for an object that voice normally wouldn’t be able to break...hmm...there was a loose stone on the ground from the wall that fell out.

“Okay, now watch that stone.”

Rhyme began within the normal human range of hearing, hit tone after tone, working down, soon though he hit below which most humans could hear, though his chest still rattled with the sound, so you could tell he was still hitting notes.

Soon, the stone began to shake, and move along the ground, until it finally exploded into many small shards.

“I can manipulate my voice, to beyond human levels, and most things have a pitch at which they resonate, and will work themselves apart.” he said, with a small cough to get his voice back to the normal level.

[dain]

"Hmmm, interesting. Let's see now..." Dain stood up as he walked around, inspecting the room. He took in every object and made a detailed map of the image of the room before he started.

He took of his tanktop and flexed his back muscles, the two bumps on the back of his neck pulsing, as his armor came over him immediately. The off-green bio-armor pulsed with a white energy as all the interlocking sections were finalized, and an arm blade shot out from Dain's right elbow. Directly in front of Rhyme's nose.

"Now, let's see here. The Girl's Dorm is exactly three kilometers from this room. This leads to another unique power of mine. I can absorb." Dain explained as he called forth Necro-yondul, the blade floating in air as it melded with Dain's own elbow blade, creating a endless black edge.

Dain moved forward a foot as he made a horizontal slash, a crescent wave of dark energy flying through the wall and other walls as it got smaller and smaller until from where the two could see, a peep hole was made in Amber Charday's dorm room.

"There we go. I didn't hit anything on the way except wall. Now to fix it." Dain said, his armor flying off to reveal his bare back once again, the two scarred on symbols for Death and Soul glowing on his back in an eery fashion.

His finger bolted from left to right as he made the symbol quickly and without hesitation, combining Chath, Niar, and Su'aco to form a Hard'dro symbol. Dain pushed the symbol as a green glow filled the room, all the walls cut open by his crescent wave sealing up, and leaving Dain a bit drained.

The assassin plopped down in his chair as he opened up the mini-fridge that appeared from nowhere, and took out a Monster energy drink, sipping it casually.

"There we go. Sorry for the show, but, I had a surplus of energy to use. You see, my power comes from darkness mostly. If a shadow, even the tiniest, touches my skin; my power starts growing little by little until I have too much. When I have too much... I usually let it off like that, except in an open area."

[±Witchcraft±]

Rhyme rolled his eyes at the flashiness. His father always told him that when a mage uses that much flash and glimmer, that he is just hiding his inability to do magic. Illusions are easy, true magic is much harder.

Instead of going through all the flash of Dain’s way, he just reached into his sleeve and pulled out a glass bottle of Pepsi, which he opened, and began to drink.

He might have brute force, but I doubt he can make a person love to watch him fight. Fighting, in its truest form, is an art, and I show that off very well. he thought to himself.

Rhyme then began to begin a cats cradle within his hands with his ribbons. He pushed them together, then apart, creating a thicker and thicker web of ribbons stretched between his hands.

“You know, I helped a Seer once, really interesting, each one of these ribbons became the single life of a person, and each time a ribbon crossed, it was when two people met and interacted. Wish I could remember how to do it myself though.” he said absent mindedly as he watched the ribbons in his hands.

[dyorian]

Dyor stepped into the room and noticed one side mottled with note sheets (as he could tell, music writing hadn't changed), what looked like a primitive bed, and some other doodads he had no ounce of knowledge of. Though, that didn't stop him from scanning each individual item while his supposed roommate was gone. So far, he had learned what a 'pen' was, as well as what a piece of 'paper' was. He couldn't believe people wrote with these objects. In fact, it seemed almost impossible. He didn't even know what a 'tree' was.

Dyor about faced and looked at his empty half of the room, going to work quickly. As a matter of fact, he brought a nanotransformer out of a nanotransformer. Tossing it into the middle of his area, he concentrated his energy and flooded the area with spirit particles. As everything was done converting back, what was there would be astounding to any not from his year of life.

To the side of the room was a floating, transparent polycarbon panel. Something jelly-like was placed at the end of it as well. As one could see, this was a bed. Near the bed was another floating panel that could be a bedside table, while across from the bed was an entire desk. An airchair hovered silently in front of a solid, floating panel of some sort of steel. Clear, circular areas had spirit particles floating upwards in fading rings, small little objects floating in the arrays. As well as that, small little cubes were placed on the table as well, stacked and organized by futuristic lettering. These cubes were the modern day book for Dyor. Three small nanotransformers were lined up at the top edge of the desk, in which they contained tools to construct, repair, and assemble mechanized equipment and as well as biologically engineer objects.

Dyor walked forward and jumped onto the bed, the seemingly stiff panel bending to his body's curves ever so gently. Under the bed sat the airboard which he used so much. That would be the next object to repair, after his visor. Time-traveling seemed to have degraded the models a bit after all.

Hmmm... I wonder how much those parts will cost? Though, I doubt any store around here has them. I'll have to go for raw materials to construct the parts. I DID bring the books...

[±Witchcraft±]

Rhyme walked into his room not expecting anyone to be in it since his roommate left a good time in the past, leaving him most of his stuff. Admittedly he didn’t really want most of it since he wasn’t really a melee class but the books were a decent read and some of the items would work for his melee puppet. His feet made soft padding sounds since his shoes were off and the wood floor over the stone muffled most of the sound.

In his hands was a glowing orb of quickly rotating and moving ribbons of music. He was experimenting with how to effect light with sound. They both worked with waves but light and sound were very different. Light had two sets of waves working on different planes while sound only had one. Though if he hit the right frequency at two different directions he should have been able to make visible light and other electromagnetic waves. He just had to fiddle with it until it worked.

Suddenly right when he walked into the room the orb flared up with a bright blinding green light. With the blinding light his eyes shut involuntary and he smashed his knee against the floating chair.

“MCR!” he swore loudly as he gripped his knee, the orb bursting apart into its component ribbons and fading in a twinkling of musical notes fading away.

“Who put a chair floating in the middle of the room.” he said to himself with clenched teeth as he fell into his bed rubbing his throbbing knee.

[dyorian]

"So'ry 'bout that, but that's no chair. It's a M-uni, partna masheen. Looks kinda like a chair though, eh?" Dyor apologized, the 'floating chair' hovering over to where he was currently... at the workbench. He had only lain on his bed a short time before deciding to get to work on revamping his visor unit. A series of different utensils were laid out atop of the bench around the small, triangular device that seemed to be the center of attention.

Dyor moved his fingers gracefully as little metal rods picked up and transferred different little pieces of metal to different places on the triangular piece of technology, shifting the miniscule bits around two by two or three by three. Little claws at the end of the metal rod picked up the bits and desposited them at the needed location. All the while, a cube sat in front of Dyor with a beam of light shooting up from its top, the image of what he was working on turning about isometrically to give the worker a better view.

"Meh name's Dyorian Crecendol, Dyor fer shor'. I'm not entirely from aroun' these parts, so, 'scuse my syntax. You English speakers er beyon' my undastandin' for developin' this language."

[±Witchcraft±]

Rhyme rose an odd eyebrow at the kid, only getting half of what he was saying. He didn’t know any other languages, his brother was the language expert. Lucas knew over 10 languages when he was only 6, well, at least could speak them, he still had issues with just reading English.

I should have Lucas come some time, see if he can pick out the language of origin he though to himself.

“Um...okay...I guess I will just work on my own thing then.”

He then got an idea and pulled up his little ball of glowing ribbons. Then, he left it in one hand and began to pluck and pull at strings with his other, distorting some and moving others to get the waves to interact differently. Then, he could feel the shift in power and it turned an odd shade of greenish yellow. He grinned to himself since he just reversed the ribbons, letting them pick up and trap sound within.

He then sat that orb on his counter and pulled up another orb of moving ribbons to work more on sound into light. It was really difficult since sound and light were two totally different waves, but they were still waves so there should be a way to change sound into light.

He sat on his bed as he stared hard into the orb, moving things around with small flicks of his fingers but mostly his mind.

[demonfire]

Matt walked in to the half-empty room. He scanned over it quickly and noticing that his apparent roommate was out (and a music fanatic, judging by the items he had left noticeable). The lycan placed his rifle and duffel bag full of items on his bed and began pulling things out: a couple changes of clothes, a modest iPod (it seemed to have seen its fair share of action, judging by the scratches on its metallic surface), the bag of bullets he had gotten from Satonaro, and some other assorted items.

He placed the iPod on a charger and put it on the desk, and then plugged it in to an outlet in the wall. The bag of bullets and his rifle, Alexander, was placed underneath his bed along with his empty duffel bag. He sat on his bed, took of his hat and gas mask and began cleaning it with a glasses cleaning cloth. Matt mutely sang to himself a song as he felt himself become relaxed in the solitude.