Post by Zaron Lars Adamar on Jun 14, 2009 17:07:57 GMT 9.5
As a boy in midnight to royal blue robes pass by once 'I need a place to train!' as he thought passing the wall parellel to him turning around at the end where a portrait was positioned crosing back to where he just was wit the same thought 'I need a place to train!'. Going forth and stopping at a sculpture fo someone great turning around once more with the same thought "i need a place to train!' Finaly he went to the midst of where he was trailing and faced the wall and saw not wall, yet a door standing in front of him...
"Ah! Yes finally at last it came true!" As his hair whipped showing his elvan ears and their little points at the end. As he opened the door giving to his pull. Opening up to show a room that was large in size and height. Going inward he pulled it close behind him making movements with his wand making sure that he wasn't disturbed as he closed it and turned the latch making it soundproof, and preturbed, as well as not being able to open the door unless HE wished it so! For he was ther to train to brush up on what had been flushed out of his head for the rules still stood about "Underage Wizars couldn't do magic at home!" Thank goodness he was able to read his spellbooks unlike some whom whre half born or muggleborn. Even though he didn't mind them unlike some Slytherins as one only stood apart "Draco Malfoy" He was one who always hated Muggleborns.
As he looked around seeing the things that he needed there was a sparing place with a dummy bag standing true. An easel as to do some charm work. Cushions free of their holdings as to do whatever he willed them to either to fall on or to make them come to him. There was a box in which there was a boggart apparently to his liking. For he had already had gone with this being already he knew how to beat and he was going to use fake fears for thre was few that he "truely" feared.
As he got started he did the hand movements for he was able to do unspeakable magic on will for his elvan blood and his parents teaching him how too while on campus of course. As a moving dummy was produced a somewhat copy of himself came to life. The only difference is that it could only do minor movements and couldn't or would not speak.
As this thing hung in the balance standing on its own two feet on the rug it came more into life as more of a copy then a dummy "Alright let's do this!" As he started to dual with himself. Both matching move for move. Spell for Spell he was intended on winning eventhough it ws just a thng full of fluff by magical restraints. It was stil doing quite well against him. First Zaron dummy was backwards with his legs stuck together as it did the counter and threw a tickling one at teh real Zaron who was able to block it
Afterwards feeling as if beat and tired he had, had a good fight ith this dummy, but it was time to pull the plug on him as he did a movement as he took his wand hand made a backwards fall making it fall out of existance and back into the world of wence it came from. As he went over to what seemed like a sparing arena and a little machine stood there with many little beams coming out of its trunk or base positioned ever so slightly from each other. This was one to find out your natural defenses and attacks.
He struck the higher beam with an extended arm as it swung one way and the lower swung towards his legs as if to trip him he was able to get one leg over, but the other was tripped up by it. As he came crashing down onto his side away from the thing. He gritted his teeth and picked himself up by one arm his hand flat on the ground. Quickly picking himself up to try once more.
"Come on Zaron you can do this you where able to defeat this thing last year!" he said to himself as he did a punch ducking, but didn't duck quick enough and was smacked hard on the side ofthe cheek by one of the lower beams. Once again falling down to the ground. He wasn't like his results so far with this machin, but he was bound to beat it and beat it good.
He picked himself up again this time he didn't do any better than the first two tries, but eh was bound to and was dilagent. Finally he after a few good tries he was able to get it down. As he kept it up he was able to duck punch adn dodge the beams that where positioned in other words he did not get thrown down on the ground by this piece of wood!
As music turned on by his will sounding Rock music of the magical variety. Knowing that no one would hear it he used it for practicing and work out music. Getting back to his work he saw a bow in a corner and a maniquine that could be fired at. Which he thought would be fun for he had no reason to shoot at someone, but it sounded good to do so. For it would get him ready for any such Death Eater who would try to pick him off. As he picked up the bow a energy started to surge between him adn the bow as if electricity and took the arrows as he slung them on and put one on the bowstring stretching the string which made the bow bend a litle, except something seemed to happen the maniquine came to life and was a moving target at least in that space of the spacious room. Aiming with his might he shot as it passed the target. swearing once more for he didn't hit it even though it was an eays shot, but the bloody thing had moved an inch at the last second.
He strung another arrow this tme muttering a spell on the arrow as he put his face away from the tip of the arrow he pulled the string back with resistance with it he shot this time the arrow seemed to hit its arm. For he had put a little moving target kind of spll on the arrow. Which he repeated this until he had marked up the rubber man which at times was easy, but at others was difficult. It had been probably an hour or two by his calculations and by his watch as well.
Now he moved around the stuff on the floor using ropes that where positioned in opposite angles as he gripped and swung and tried to avoid all the other ropes and any such things inside as he moved with quickness, but was tripped up by one of them samming him to the ground for about the dozenth time. Trying this again he repeated this until he had made himself untouchable by the other obstacles and ropes using them to pull him and his body maneuvering about. Getting tripped up by other ropes or the obstacles inbetween the ropes. Feeling terrible he tried a few more times and had been able to avoid most of it which he felt at least a bit confident of himself for not everyone can avoid every obstacle.
"Ah! Yes finally at last it came true!" As his hair whipped showing his elvan ears and their little points at the end. As he opened the door giving to his pull. Opening up to show a room that was large in size and height. Going inward he pulled it close behind him making movements with his wand making sure that he wasn't disturbed as he closed it and turned the latch making it soundproof, and preturbed, as well as not being able to open the door unless HE wished it so! For he was ther to train to brush up on what had been flushed out of his head for the rules still stood about "Underage Wizars couldn't do magic at home!" Thank goodness he was able to read his spellbooks unlike some whom whre half born or muggleborn. Even though he didn't mind them unlike some Slytherins as one only stood apart "Draco Malfoy" He was one who always hated Muggleborns.
As he looked around seeing the things that he needed there was a sparing place with a dummy bag standing true. An easel as to do some charm work. Cushions free of their holdings as to do whatever he willed them to either to fall on or to make them come to him. There was a box in which there was a boggart apparently to his liking. For he had already had gone with this being already he knew how to beat and he was going to use fake fears for thre was few that he "truely" feared.
As he got started he did the hand movements for he was able to do unspeakable magic on will for his elvan blood and his parents teaching him how too while on campus of course. As a moving dummy was produced a somewhat copy of himself came to life. The only difference is that it could only do minor movements and couldn't or would not speak.
As this thing hung in the balance standing on its own two feet on the rug it came more into life as more of a copy then a dummy "Alright let's do this!" As he started to dual with himself. Both matching move for move. Spell for Spell he was intended on winning eventhough it ws just a thng full of fluff by magical restraints. It was stil doing quite well against him. First Zaron dummy was backwards with his legs stuck together as it did the counter and threw a tickling one at teh real Zaron who was able to block it
Afterwards feeling as if beat and tired he had, had a good fight ith this dummy, but it was time to pull the plug on him as he did a movement as he took his wand hand made a backwards fall making it fall out of existance and back into the world of wence it came from. As he went over to what seemed like a sparing arena and a little machine stood there with many little beams coming out of its trunk or base positioned ever so slightly from each other. This was one to find out your natural defenses and attacks.
He struck the higher beam with an extended arm as it swung one way and the lower swung towards his legs as if to trip him he was able to get one leg over, but the other was tripped up by it. As he came crashing down onto his side away from the thing. He gritted his teeth and picked himself up by one arm his hand flat on the ground. Quickly picking himself up to try once more.
"Come on Zaron you can do this you where able to defeat this thing last year!" he said to himself as he did a punch ducking, but didn't duck quick enough and was smacked hard on the side ofthe cheek by one of the lower beams. Once again falling down to the ground. He wasn't like his results so far with this machin, but he was bound to beat it and beat it good.
He picked himself up again this time he didn't do any better than the first two tries, but eh was bound to and was dilagent. Finally he after a few good tries he was able to get it down. As he kept it up he was able to duck punch adn dodge the beams that where positioned in other words he did not get thrown down on the ground by this piece of wood!
As music turned on by his will sounding Rock music of the magical variety. Knowing that no one would hear it he used it for practicing and work out music. Getting back to his work he saw a bow in a corner and a maniquine that could be fired at. Which he thought would be fun for he had no reason to shoot at someone, but it sounded good to do so. For it would get him ready for any such Death Eater who would try to pick him off. As he picked up the bow a energy started to surge between him adn the bow as if electricity and took the arrows as he slung them on and put one on the bowstring stretching the string which made the bow bend a litle, except something seemed to happen the maniquine came to life and was a moving target at least in that space of the spacious room. Aiming with his might he shot as it passed the target. swearing once more for he didn't hit it even though it was an eays shot, but the bloody thing had moved an inch at the last second.
He strung another arrow this tme muttering a spell on the arrow as he put his face away from the tip of the arrow he pulled the string back with resistance with it he shot this time the arrow seemed to hit its arm. For he had put a little moving target kind of spll on the arrow. Which he repeated this until he had marked up the rubber man which at times was easy, but at others was difficult. It had been probably an hour or two by his calculations and by his watch as well.
Now he moved around the stuff on the floor using ropes that where positioned in opposite angles as he gripped and swung and tried to avoid all the other ropes and any such things inside as he moved with quickness, but was tripped up by one of them samming him to the ground for about the dozenth time. Trying this again he repeated this until he had made himself untouchable by the other obstacles and ropes using them to pull him and his body maneuvering about. Getting tripped up by other ropes or the obstacles inbetween the ropes. Feeling terrible he tried a few more times and had been able to avoid most of it which he felt at least a bit confident of himself for not everyone can avoid every obstacle.
