- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy and SciFi are the two genres I most enjoy. I absolutely adore Dark Fantasy/Dark SciFi, and I quite enjoy RPs with at least a facet of comedy in them too.
As Scott walked down the corridor, he heard a cacophony of booms emanating from the room from which he had just left. Scott turned, but all he could see was the grim trainer walking away from the room, the door closing behind him. The trainer walked towards him, cracking a couple of joints in a lazy, stereotyped manner. As he was lead off to complete the relevant paperwork, Scott couldn't help but wonder about the sounds he'd heard after leaving the room. It had sounded incredibly like the tennis balls had sounded when hitting the room. Had he left the cannon loaded? No, the shots had fired as fast as he loaded, and he'd stopped loading as soon as the portal flared up. Wait! The first ball he'd thrown at the trainer had been fired back to him, but no others had. Scott had assumed that this meant the trainer could store objects at will. However, if the trainer had vented all those balls into the room then, it meant he had a limit, probably on time. It could just have been neatness, or leaving the room ready for the next session though. Scott didn't have enough information to decide. His musings were interrupted by the arrival at the trainer's office.
The secretary's response to their arrival was somewhat disconcerting; Scott sensed her dislike of the trainer from her demeanor. If he inspired that sort of antipathy from his colleagues, what would he be like as a trainer. Scott had judged him as harsh but fair, but it was possible that he was merely harsh. Nevertheless, Scott got settled and prepared to face the nemesis of every governmental organisation - the ever growing monster of bureaucracy. With the advent of recycling, the bastard had even become immortal, regenerating fresh paperwork from the old and worn-out. As he worked through the paperwork, Scott kept one eye on the trainer. When he was out of earshot, Scott looked the secretary dead in the eye and whispered "So, what's he like as a person?"
The secretary's response to their arrival was somewhat disconcerting; Scott sensed her dislike of the trainer from her demeanor. If he inspired that sort of antipathy from his colleagues, what would he be like as a trainer. Scott had judged him as harsh but fair, but it was possible that he was merely harsh. Nevertheless, Scott got settled and prepared to face the nemesis of every governmental organisation - the ever growing monster of bureaucracy. With the advent of recycling, the bastard had even become immortal, regenerating fresh paperwork from the old and worn-out. As he worked through the paperwork, Scott kept one eye on the trainer. When he was out of earshot, Scott looked the secretary dead in the eye and whispered "So, what's he like as a person?"