Post by Isaac on Jan 16, 2006 5:24:06 GMT
OOC: Open to anyone, I suppose.
BIC:
The windows, they simply wouldn't do.
As Isaac strode into the Dueling Hall (with his brand new cane, no less), that was the first thought in his mind. With several impatient gestures, shutters snapped shut with a terrific clatter, dousing the room in a perpetual state of darkness.
Not that that meant much to one who couldn't see the light in any case.
Next, the clutter. Whomever had built the Castle had woven a very powerful charm into the fabric of the room itself; inasmuch as it could according to the thoughts and intentions of its occupants. For now, Isaac simply wanted... nothing. He wanted absolute emptiness, and the room complied. Equipment scraped across the floor, as if scattered by an invisible whirlwind, and simply... disappeared.
Now the room was completely empty, save for a small square cushion set in the geometric center of the room. Finding it by tap-tapping his way with his cane, he settled onto the cushion in perfect lotus fashion, hands resting gently atop his thighs with palms turned upward. Then... he let out a mighty sigh, expelling all breath from his body, and let his mind be free.
Like a net, his senses expanded slowly, gradually touching the far reaches of his room. In his mind, he could feel every nook and cranny that lay in the brick, every blow that had been struck, whether in practice or in anger. He could almost hear the shouts of students as they battled back and forth across this room, sacrificing blood and sweat for every measly inch.
He was so focused, in fact, that he could faintly hear steps proceeding down the hallway outside, slowing to a stop as they neared the shut door.
Now, whom might you be?
BIC:
The windows, they simply wouldn't do.
As Isaac strode into the Dueling Hall (with his brand new cane, no less), that was the first thought in his mind. With several impatient gestures, shutters snapped shut with a terrific clatter, dousing the room in a perpetual state of darkness.
Not that that meant much to one who couldn't see the light in any case.
Next, the clutter. Whomever had built the Castle had woven a very powerful charm into the fabric of the room itself; inasmuch as it could according to the thoughts and intentions of its occupants. For now, Isaac simply wanted... nothing. He wanted absolute emptiness, and the room complied. Equipment scraped across the floor, as if scattered by an invisible whirlwind, and simply... disappeared.
Now the room was completely empty, save for a small square cushion set in the geometric center of the room. Finding it by tap-tapping his way with his cane, he settled onto the cushion in perfect lotus fashion, hands resting gently atop his thighs with palms turned upward. Then... he let out a mighty sigh, expelling all breath from his body, and let his mind be free.
Like a net, his senses expanded slowly, gradually touching the far reaches of his room. In his mind, he could feel every nook and cranny that lay in the brick, every blow that had been struck, whether in practice or in anger. He could almost hear the shouts of students as they battled back and forth across this room, sacrificing blood and sweat for every measly inch.
He was so focused, in fact, that he could faintly hear steps proceeding down the hallway outside, slowing to a stop as they neared the shut door.
Now, whom might you be?