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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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"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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Game Night (Open to Mansion Folk)

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