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ramenli rolled 7 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 2, 3, 4, 4, 1
Total: 19 (7-28)
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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 12:43 pm
Examination. The word left a particularly bad aftertaste to Yǐn Cáng as he recalled the days of his childhood, hunched with a brush that felt awkward in his hands and trying to complete mathematical and word problems before time was up. It was almost a relief when he discovered that there were different types of examinations. That relief was quickly crushed when he realized he had to read about the different examinations. He stayed in his spot and held the piece of paper, eying it suspiciously. He began to try to read, mouthing the syllables silently to try to help him. Ex-am-in-at-i-on. Examin…Examination! Jubilant he glanced around to see that he was already behind many others. Not wanting anyone to notice how slowly he was going he reached up to slip his goggles on, hoping to mask his eye movements as he read the page, or perhaps simply for comfort.
Then he began to tackle the next word. Knowing the words made things much easier to read them, but it was still difficult. He began by reading each title, mentally marking physical education as a good choice before quickly skipping past written exam. Healing and defensive would have worked, if he had focused more on developing his defense. Spells and hexes were also easy to cross off the list.
Left with physical education as his only real option Yǐn Cáng began to read that particular section’s rules. To him it simply made sense to fight someone, or to give a demonstration of his abilities. Perhaps one of the bogeymen that had decided to kick them out of his new home. He would not have minded that in the least.
While the instructions were merely to obtain a fear meter, use your fear attack on it, record the damage, may have seemed simple to most, for Yǐn Cáng it was a feat to simply get that far. Mouthing the words, using each syllable was what worked best for him, and if he had known of the human game “Mad Gab” he would have been horrified to know that humans basically did this. For fun. It was slightly embarrassing to stand there amongst his peers and barely being able to make it through the instructions. Fear, attack, and damage were easily recognizable, but meter? There had been no reason for him to read that before.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 12:59 pm
Yǐn Cáng managed to obtain a Fear Meter, looking at the object and turning it over and over in his hands. He though he had remembered seeing one of these in the gymnasium, at the time he had not understood its use. So the box…did something. Recorded Fear. He had no idea how it did that, and quite honestly did not want to think about it too much. And that would make the other part of it the…what did it make it? He edged back to his spot and continued to stare at it.
It was now or never really. But there was no good place to actually put the meter. Some had placed it on the ground, and hesitantly he set his in front of him. He knelt and began to gather his Fear, giving it time to summon around him and taking a deep breath, almost as if meditating. When he felt he was ready he eyed the box one last time and unleashed his attack, glad to finally be able to punch something.
Typically when one lashed out with several punches at least one of them landed. That had been what he had expected. However, hunched at the odd angle he was in, and trying to hit it was not something that Yǐn Cáng was used to. He actually did make contact a few times, but never on the actual scale part, and never more than a light tap. Feeling his Fear draining away Yǐn Cáng straightened up to await his results.
After several moments passed the Fear Meter still showed zero. He picked it up and eyed it, more suspicion in his eyes. He knew he had hit it…his knuckles had brushed the box at least once. Is my Fear really this weak? My attack will not so much as register on this box? He was new to the school, and had expected to develop his skills here. But still, he had thought that his training would have at least given him a score.
Feeling rather ashamed he tucked the box away, ensuring that the numbers were out of sight. Maybe it was the box. It was not a usual way to measure things, and perhaps there had been some error. But even as the thought crossed his mind he knew it was not true. He had failed. He had failed to do anything to help the school. Now he would probably be turned out on the street or have to go to a different school. One less choice he had in his life. He stood and made his way back to turn in his results, head ducked down in shame as he avoided speaking to anyone else as one last, bitter thought crossed his mind. Some fighter I am.
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