Just for fun. (open)

Nicholas Jenning

That went well. As least... as well as it was going to get. She wasn't actively yelling at me anymore, just working her anger out on the punching bag. Kurt asks where I would like to start.

"Not to be any pushier with your generosity than I already have, but I was wondering if you could test me, so I know where exactly I need work. I haven't actually been in real training for years. That makes you start to lose a grip on what you know your talents are. Well, now what my talents were."

I pause, marveling at the voice box. It's wonderful to talk. Of course, I can only wear it here. I would be punished severely if anyone else ever spots it. And so no one outside of this compound will.

"My specialties were military tactics, problem solving, and acrobatics. If that helps decide where to start."

Nicholas Jenning

Dark room test? Sounds decidedly... menacing. Intending to throw you off your stride. And you don't understand what it's really like until you've done something like that. I did, once, but probably not to this extent. Or somebody this skilled at martial arts. I have a feeling this will be trouble to make any sort of impression in this test.

"Am I permitted to look at the room before it goes black?"

The battle has already begun. I don't give reasons know. I put a blank look on my face. I know if I give away anything, I will probably lose extremely quickly.

Nicholas Jenning

I nod at the answer makes sense. That way we both have no idea where to go or where the other person is unless we are near. That or hopelessly clumsy. It's a maze though? That will be annoying. How do you solve a maze if you can't see even if there is a different path to take? I have a feeling we won't be able to get used to the light. Probably machines in the room that actively block any particles of light from getting in.

"Are we fighting each other? I'm still not sure I completely understand the goal."

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OOC: I need to ask an important detail of the room, because my character will quickly test for it. Is there a gap in the walls near either the ceiling or the wall?

Nicholas Jenning

As I get a better description, I turn towards the door and walk towards it quickly. No time like the present. I turn, give a little wave, open the door, and slip in, closing it quickly behind me. The darkness is the first thing I notice. There will be no adjusting to the light. I have no way of finding my way but feel and hearing. Quickly I kneel down and feel the ground. I know he didn't say anything about it, but a gap might still be there. No such luck. I stand straight and jump, my fingers getting a grip on the top of the wall. I scramble up and, on my stomach, start inching straight towards what I estimate to be the middle of the maze.

The darkness is engulfing. It's like it swallows you, stops you from having anything to do with the outside world. The only comfort is the feeling of intersections. Finally I reach an area I feel to be slightly larger. I stop and get in a position that I can easily jump down to get out of the way of Kurt up here, or ambush him from above. I don't think he's up here though. He wasn't small like me and he made it sound like a few inches, when it's actually maneuverable. I stay perfectly still, making no noise, not giving any sense of my presence. My breathing slows to something that you would have to be right next to my mouth to hear or feel.

And now the waiting game.

Nicholas Jenning

After a few minutes of waiting, I hear a noise. It's soft, like of clothing accidentally hitting something. It could be Kurt. But I don't think that he would be making a mistake, especially one so obvious. Carefully, I ease the pen and empty notepad onto the wall beside me. My breathing remains almost non-existent. I don't make a noise. I have to hold back a sigh and keep my breathing normal. I pick up the notepad. I judge the distance from the previous sound hitting the wall.

I throw my notepad up onto the wall that the glove was thrown at. Then, after a moment, I pick up the pen and throw it on top of a different wall. The notepad like the sound of me moving as I throw the pen on the other wall.

Let's see how Kurt handles this new development of mine.

Nicholas Jenning

After a few moments, I feel a hand bump into me. I quickly hit it as hard as I can, and slip backwards, into the path on the other side of the wall. No direct confrontation yet. I want to at least make him think. I start sneaking down the path, using my fingers on the wall as a guide. Not a sound. Not a scuff. I strain my ears, and even start breathing through my nose, to see if I can detect anything. I slight scent comes to my nostrils, but not nearly strong enough to tell in what direction.

That won't work unless he's so close I could touch him. I'm starting to get nervous in the darkness. No telling what could happen now. I carefully ease myself up onto the wall. I have no clue where I am. I just focus on not making a sound. Which I don't. Any sound up here now would broadcast itself to the entire area. Which is exactly what I can't have.