[THE GYM] [OPEN]

[vitaelamorte]

Who: All residents of the Mansion.
Where The Gym
When: During the Mad Mod event.
Rating: PG. \o/
Summary: Today the Mansion's turned into a most unusual sort of learning environment. Can you survive the perils of Education, now with its own unique Mansion flavor? [Note that while your character can only be in one of the classrooms to start with,

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[bloodluna]

Saix is standing in the gym, claymore out although not yet displaying its full collection of spikes. A couple of cannonballs gibber indignant nonsense where they've been sent crashiong back across the room after being fired at Saix, and the scene is a little like the most violent and dangerous game of tennis ever known.

Seemingly, the mansion was blocking his ability to simply leave through a portal of darkness, making this task that much more difficult. For now, Saix's solution is to make his progress across the gym by deflecting whatever cannonballs come at him with his claymore.

[kitty_in_wonder]

" You're doing a great job!" Fai calls out from his side of the gym. It really is pretty impressive watching him return the cannonballs - he supposes it would have been an option for him as well, if he still had his staff, but he is left weaponless.

He pauses, and waves, before quickly ducking away from another cannon ball.

[bloodluna]

The call from the sidelines makes Saix pause, swinging the claymore up and sending a cannonball flying into a far wall with the clang of metal on metal. He looks at the calling buffoon, the same flat, dead expression as he tends to slip into when he isn't trying for something else, and is nearly hit with a cannonball for his distraction.

"Do something useful!" His voice is little better than a growl as he smack another cannonball away.

[kitty_in_wonder]

" I'm not being hit," Fai points out. " That's fairly useful, I think."

As he says this, he quite literally back-flips away from a particularly menacing-looking Queen cannon ball. He misses it by just a hair - ah, the woes of poor depth perception.

[bloodluna]

"You would be surprised," Saix grunts, the effort of deflecting another cannonball being audible in his voice.

"We need to find some way to stop them." Of course, the mansion had not been courteous enough to provide any visible off switch, and there seemed to be no exhausting the ammunition being fired at them.

Of course, a part of Saix's current temperament had a lot less to do with the volley of cannonballs and far more to do with Saix having found himself stripped of his leather trousers, coat, gloves, and boots, to be replaced with gym clothes. Especially the shorts.