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Game Night (Open to Mansion Folk)

It had been a few days since Dolemeck had fallen down and broken his arm. He felt better in knowing Dr. Reyes told him that it was not anyone's fault, and to get back up and keep going. It was inspiring in a way, to know that the teachers and the doctors at the school would push him when needed. This school was unlike any other he had attended, and he loved it here. Just as Bobbi said, it was like a big family, and that is what he needed in his life right now.

All smiles, Dolemeck made his way to the Rec room, wondering if anyone was about (teacher or student). Classes had ended for the day, and he wondered if anyone wanted to play a game or two with him. Perhaps to get to know some of the others, as he was still fairly new.

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Aramis was enjoying the brief spell of no Athos by sprawling out on a rec room couch. He had his hat pulled over his face. He wasn't quite asleep as he listened to people move around the mansion near the rec room.

He heard Dolemeck coming before the lad was near the room. The turtle shifted on the couch and waited. For what, he wasn't sure, but it was usually a peaceful pasttime.

It did not take long for him to find Aramis. He has met all of the turtles by now, and the person behind the,. It was odd to think of a person housing four different personalities and powers within themselves, yet still amazing. Dolemeck smiled, carefully walking over to Aramis.

"Aramis, would you like to play a game of some sort?" He asked, his voice sounding cheerful. "The girls have all gone camping, and well... I lost my gaming partner when that happened."

Aramis pushed himself up into a seated position and pushed his sedge hat up to properly rest on his pate. He idly scratched his chin.

"You can deprive an army of its commander, but you can never deprive a man of his will." The turtle gestured to a nearby table.

Dolemeck nodded his head, taking a seat at the table nearby. He scratched at his knuckles, which poked out of his cast a tad bit. Darn... this thing was getting itchy!

"So! What would you like to play?" he asked, wondering if Aramis had anything in mind.

The turtle got up from the couch to sit more properly at the table. Before he approached the wooden chair, he went to the shelf full of board games. He grabbed a wooden box with Chinese script and then the word "Go" on it.

"The cunning rabbit has three bolt holes." He set the game on the table in front of Dolemeck. He grabbed a wooden chair and spun it on one leg. He settled down into a straddle on the chair with only a small creak.

Go was a complex game, and Dolemeck was not that good at it. He really did not care if he was good or not, this was going to be fun. He rarely spent time with the other students, besides Bobbi... so this was a treat.

"Okay, so I shall be the black stone, and you the white?" He asked in a somewhat cheerful tone of voice. "And who shall go first?"

"Pioneers plant trees, but latecomers rest in the shade," he said in agreement to stone color arrangement. He picked up the white stones.

"Black begins play or takes a handicap. Your decision." He put a couple of the flat, white stones in his palm and adroitly moved them around without the aid of his fingertips.

"I will take the first move, then. I then I am handicapped enough as it is." he tried to crack a joke at his own expense. Dolemeck closed his eyes for a moment, lifting one of the black stones and placing it on the board. His eyes reopened, to make sure he placed it within the square and in the right spot. His smile grew as he realized he did it.

There was a slight smile at the joke, but the turtle focused on the game in front of them. He watched the random placing of the black stone. He scratched just below his nasal slits with a finger before setting down his white stone near one of the corners.

"Tiger, leopard, dog and sheep. They all look the same without their hair."

"They are all naked, bald, and exposed?" He asked, placing a black stone by Aramis's white stone, trying to box him in.

"Aramis, might I ask you a question?" Dolemeck held off on asking Aramis the actual question, until he gets permission to do so. It was the polite thing to do.

The turtle rubbed the bottom of his chin with a finger. Then Aramis placed a stone beside his first and the one Dolemeck just placed.

"The cautious seldom err." He waved for Dolemeck to ask and place his next piece in a couple twirls of his finger in the air.

"Well, I rarely get to see Pete out about." he admitted, moving his stone to try and block off Aramis's. "I've met and gotten to know you, Porthos, and Athos... but not Pete. We only met once, and well, I am worried I frightened him or something. He came off as skittish at the lake. Do you think I have done something to offend him?"

"A distant hearts creates wilderness around it." The turtle placed a stone by the black ones to close off an open space near them.

"Not many know Pete. He retreats to the untouchable despite adults seeking him. He carries his burden of fear and animus in a cage of his own choosing."

He sighed, realizing that Aramis had closed him in on one side. He tries to move his next piece to where he thinks there is a chance to return the favor.

"I suppose I can understand that." Dolemeck gave a nod of his head. "Our fears may be different, but I can understand the desire to hide. Perhaps one day he will feel comfortable enough to want to play a game or talk with me. I would welcome his company."

Dolemeck continued to smile, waiting for Aramis's next move.

"The caged bird yearns for the forest." Aramis considered the board before placing a stone to continue block off spaces from Dolemeck's previous two.

He tapped his head near his ear holes. "He has likely heard your overture, but I am not likely to disappear any time soon."

"Well, if you disappeared, how would we finish our game?" Dolemeck grinned, still playing defensive and trying to prevent Aramis from gaining anymore ground.

"You tend to speak many truths, Aramis. I am impressed by this and your wisdom."

"The views of men of wise counsel are much the same." Aramis set a stone on the board to continue cutting off free spaces to Dolemeck's black ones.

He tried not to settle back too far in his chair or his shell would send him off-balance and on the floor. It was hard to look impressive that way.

"That phrase I do not get. Not fully." He shook his head, finding it harder and harder to place his stones on the board. He had to sit there and ponder a bit, before attempting a more offensive position. If he kept on being defensive, he would surely be blocked in.

Dolemeck moved his free hand to start trying to scratch at his knuckles and under his cast.

"The green of grass as seen afar is gone when near." While Dolemeck concentrated on that corner, Aramis decided to place his next stone in another wide open corner. If for nothing else than to buy a little thinking time.

He tapped a finger on the top of his reversed chair as he considered the board.

His head was starting to hurt trying to figure out what it was that Aramis was trying to say, as well as trying to figure out a way to beat him at Go. In all... this was a losing battle. Dolemeck placed his next stone without thinking. His mind had gone completely blank for some reason or another.

Aramis glanced at where Dolemeck had placed his stone and then at the young man himself. His hat covered the scaly brow ridge raising ever so slightly.

So, the turtle went back to place a stone at the first corner to try to lock down the black stones from having any open points.

"It is harder to deal with weeds once they have spread."

"Aye, it is." He knew what that meant. He was screwed in this game. There was only one move he could make, and he took it. "Unless you have a legendary sword to cut those weeds with in a single spin attack. But then you would have to worry about hitting a cuckoo, and starting a war with a bunch of chickens!"

He smiled, doubting that Aramis knew what he was talking about. Now things were even more awkward.

Aramis looked at Dolemeck placidly and placed another stone. He picked up another white one from his pile. As he could never play any of the other turtles, he liked to assume he was the one with the most skill in Go.

"The swing of a sword cannot cut the mist from the sky."

"It only moves it around." He pointed out, sighing as he placed another stone, knowing this meant he lost the game. Dolemeck gave Aramis a smile, waiting for him to play his last move before congratulating him on a game well played.

The turtle set down his stone and nodded as he pulled his hand away.

"A leader's troops may join him in rejoicing at the accomplishment, but not in laying the plans." He smacked his leathery lips together. Winning Go made him slightly thirsty. Or hungry. Maybe he could go to the cafeteria for something to cover the craving.

He looked at Aramis, watching him smack his lips together. Perhaps he should do a kind gesture for him, to show he was no sore loser.

"Well... the winner deserves a drink, aye? At least that is what me brother always told me. Wait right here and I will get you one." Dolemeck smiled, standing back up, and adjusting his sling so his arm was not so close to his heart. "Would you like me to get you some water? A soda pop?"

"Mutual assistance makes mutual success." Aramis looked around for wherever he left his staff. He drummed his fingers on his front carapace.

"Something thicker," he answered. He spotted his staff still leaning against the couch and got up. "Maybe a milkshake."

"I think I can manage to make you one. Just wait right here!" Dolemeck moved as quickly as he could out the room. He walked a bit funny with his leg braces, but thankfully no one said anything or noticed too much.

After nearly fifteen minutes, the young man returned, using his powers to float the milkshake in-front of himself, while he had a bottled water in his only free hand.

"One Milkshake, coming up! And it is still cold!"

By the time Dolemeck got back, Aramis had disappeared and there was a Porthos in the rec room. The monk-ly turtle was playing a fighting game on one of the consoles.

"Hiyaaa!" He did a double take over his shoulder at Dolemeck appearing with a floating milkshake. "Oh, dude. Something to hit the spot."

He paused the game, tossed the controller onto the couch, and hopped up to his feet. The turtle reached for the milkshake.

Dolemeck had become somewhat used to one Turtle disappearing, and another taking it's place when he left a room. It was not freaky to him anymore, or strange in the least. This was a new normal for him.

"Aye! I made it me-self!" He smiled proudly. "Well, with my telekinetic powers, anyway. Hopefully it tastes good."

He floated the milkshake over to Porthos's hand, and then took a sip of his own bottled water before sitting down on the couch. He was tempted to take his leg braces off to relax, but was worried he would forget them and get hurt, again.

"So... what game are you playing?"

Porthos took a mighty sip, smacked his lips, and then smacked his hand to his forehead.

"Ow! Not nice, milkshake. Amped on drinking and it maxed out my brain." He rubbed his forehead with the heel of his palm until his brain freeze dissipated. "Off the Richter, dude."

He gave a thumbs up before settling back on the couch. Porthos took a more cautious sip this time. "Soul Calibur IV."

"I should have warned you to drink that slowly." he looked a bit nervous at the thought of brain freeze. Even he knew how badly THAT could hurt.

"May I play with you, and can I be Sigfried?"

"Pfft. My bad. Turtles don't tend to shred the cold waves." He took another small sip.

"Sure, dude." In one smooth motion, Porthos pulled out a nunchaku from his sash, flipped out one end toward a controller, and smacked it into the air toward Dolemeck. "Catch. And prepare to be Yoda'd."

He quickly used his powers to catch the controller and set it in his lap. He had a bit of a grin on his face as he began to just play the game while using his telekinetic powers to work the controller.

"You better not pick Yoda! He has an unfair advantage in this game! He's too short to take normal attacks and cannot be grappled!" Dolemeck frowned.

Porthos smirked slightly. "Aight. Prepare to be hemoed then."

He switched over to Maxi. While Porthos knew what Yoda's big weakness was, he wasn't going to force the little mean green on someone who didn't. The character he spent nights playing online as used the same weapons as him.

"Drop in whenever, brah."

Dolemeck never knew Yoda's weakness in the game. He just knew he would always get beat up by the little man. He was merely teasing to Porthos, but it was taken seriously.

"I was kind of trying to be funny. You know, teasing. My frown was not even a serious one." He spoke softly, dropping Sigfried into the game. He picked an alternate outfit that made him look like Sigfried from the first Soul Caliber game.

"Ain't givin' ya the stink-eye, brah. But get to know a dude a bit more. Keeps both sides from getting verbal sand facials." Porthos rolled his shoulders after setting his milkshake on an end table. He started up the match. He settled back into the couch more.

"Prepare for 'chukkin'!"

Dolemeck knew to keep his distance from Porthos's character. And because Sigfried's sword was as large as it was, you could practically do ranged attacks to prevent characters who required close up attacks to do any real damage. His avatar spun about in a circle and brought his sword down on Porthos's character, breaking the Avatar's chest armor in a few swings.

How was a young lad with one arm available to him able to do such a feat? He used his powers to work the controller.

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