itscurtains | Week Three

[Last week, some shit went down! Salieri's scene went off without a hitch, but the good mood didn't last. The first motive was a bit of a doozy, and yet it didn't even have anything to do with the eventual accidental death of Mumble Happyfeet! At least Sissi was already pretty much dating Death anyway, right? She's probably fine, wherever she is.

This week, new menus have been posted in the cafeteria. But, more importantly, it seems that other new information has emerged. Everyone wakes on Sunday with some new memories - or are they old ones? - floating around in their heads. Maybe there was something to your discussions of time travel after all. Maybe there was someting to the Wizard's knowledge of the future.

Regardless, you're still stuck in here. At least there's some new places to explore this week. Maybe you'll find something helpful.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Be sure to submit your memory regains and your AC for this week! Hester's office hours and the merch booth also remain available! ))

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[After cleaning off the pink dirt from his hammer, Angus wanders into the gym for actual weapon practice. He's gone nearly three weeks without practice, which isn't all that terrible in peacetime, but unreasonable when there's a villain to defeat.

He wear light clothes from the costume room and the red cloak from the vending machine - the closest thing to his regal cape. Thankfully, he won't be alone tonight.]

Hail to you, Cassandra! [He lifts the Hammer of Glory up high.] And her guest?

[Even in peacetime, there's always the chance of a threat rearing it's head. So it pays to be vigilant and prepared. Naturally, Cassandra doesn't want to go for too long without practice either. After all, who knows when that Wizard is going to show his humongous head again.]

Angus. [Cassandra nods in greeting. She's dressed in light workout attire as well, light for easy movement.] Oh yeah, this little guy came out of the machine. He's been following me around all day - he's harmless.

[The "little guy" topples over from spinning around too much. Meanwhile, her eyes alight at the sight of what he's holding.]

What have you go there?

[Angus spins the handle in his palm.]

This...is the Hammer of Glory. Forged by ancient gods of warfare. Wrought of lasers from the sun. A gift from the ancient Starlords from times of old, passed down through the McFife bloodline for generations

[It's been recently wiped free of pink dust, too.]

With this, I can finally fight The Wizard on equal footing.

The Hammer of Glory?

[She wants to crack wise about it, so badly. But there's a part of her that's... intrigued.]

Heh, alright. Sounds like one heck of a hammer! [She nods to him.] But, can you use it?

Of course, what is a McFife without his mighty hammer?

[He gives it a few practice swings.]

But it would hurt if I struck you with such force. How about dodging practice for now?

Dodging practice? You think I can't handle myself against a hammer of glory?

[That almost sounds like a challenge!]

Alright. Let's do it. If I can dodge a hammer, I should be pretty capable of taking you on later, sometime later?

Yes! We must be nimble to avoid the forces of evil once we storm the Wizard's lair.

[He lifts the large hammer with a spin and settles into a fighting stance.]

Be prepared!

Oh, I'd like to think that I'm always prepared.

[She takes a similar stance, body lowered, shoulders tight. She's one muscle, ready to move at a moment's notice. She raises a hand and beckons him, calling for an attack.]

Come on, then!

[He adjusts his grip on the hammer handle and rushes at Cassandra with a wide swing at her side.]

[Judging the distance between yourself and a foe is simple. Judging what moment was best to counter an attack, as you're rushing a foe about to swing a hammer at her, is quite difficult! Takes quick thinking, and even quicker reflexes.

Which is why, just as Angus's hammer is at the apex of its swing, Cassandra leans back and slides beneath the swing, putting herself behind Angus just long enough--

To slap him on the back with the flat end of her blade.]

[Angus twists with the swing of the hammer, his cloak fluttering behind him, and realizes that Cassandra has slipped behind him. A wily trick! He tosses the cape to the side and steps back, lifting the handle of the Hammer to block the attack.]

[Ting! Metal meets upon metal. Cassandra's blade pressed against Angus's hammer and she grins.]

Oho, not bad. You're pretty fast.... But how about this?

[And Cassandra goes for a leg sweep!]

[This man carries a massive warhammer everywhere. A jump is simple enough. Angus leaps up, and as he lands, brings the hammer down straight in front of him.]

[How agile! But the same could be said for both of them. Cassandra kicks her feet out from under her and rolls back, avoiding the hammer that smashes into the floor.

When she rights herself, she looks up with an energy that says she's alive.]

Not bad! You've got some good training!

What do you think I do as a prince?

[He sidesteps, circling around Cassandra, reinvigorated with the power to face down the mightiest of all enemies]

Gotta keep
One jump ahead of the frontlines
One swing ahead of the sword
Keep safe of goblins and demon hordes
One jump ahead of the wizard
Strike back, and that's no joke
Don't slip, be safe or you'll be smoke

Hoho, okay, your majesty.

[She's absolutely enjoying herself. Her eyes track him as he circles.]

Eyes up, don't chat
On guard - Take that!

[And a sudden strike with (the flat end of) her blade!]

[He deflects it with the handle of the Hammer.]

Just a little slow there...

[She smacks the handle of that hammer, rythmically.]

Head, wide open!
Watch your back here!

[Angus steps away from Cassandra.]

I can take a hint, gotta fix my stance
Now you're the one to pay!

[He keeps his hammer high, blocking his head, as he makes another swing at Cassandra, towards her upper body.]

Kay!

[Cassandra's feet push her back quickly, and the hammer manages to just miss a collision with her chest. The force of it whiffs her hair back as she regains her stance. Now, defensive.]

Oh it's prince Angus with his hammer.
He's a one-man army, so he says.
I've seen his work but I don't think I'm convinced yet...

[Just gonna taunt him then. Sure.]

[Oh, she needs convincing, doesn't she? Angus tosses the handle of his hammer from hand to hand.]

Gotta fight to live, gotta train to fight
That's just the way it is!

[He swings at her with a series of short, quick strikes.]

Week Three

Gym 2: Gym Harder

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