((-Whatever amount of points you get on the test! Ha, that would be so wrong ^^))
((Horrah! There were 169 short answer questions and I don't know for sure, but I'm confident. :3 Anyway, here follows that RP post I promised. It isn't quite what you ordered, but I hope you like it nonetheless))
Anime sweat drops didn't even compare to the amount of perspiration trickling slowly down Sarn's pale face. He eyed Zylaa's weasels with apprehension, not quite sure how to elicit any sort of dancing movement from them. He turned his gaze to the minitank, Amneiger's minitank. Yet another daunting prospect.
He was supposed to do a handstand on it and the darn thing wouldn't stop moving! Sarn glanced at Amneiger, engaged in an intense duel and wondered if he was moving the minitank on purpose, but decided against it.
Again, he looked to the weasels. The kunai he had procured was clutched tightly in his hands and he wondered if it was shiny enough to engage the little rodent-like creatures. It was worth a try, surely? He slowly extracted the blade, the rasping sound it made caught the attention of the ever alert Draco. Sarn flushed as red as his ethereal complexion would allow, and averted his eyes from those of the judge.
He's expecting me to perform... I have to get this right...Softly, he began to whistle, turning the blade so it caught a few rays of sunlight and reflected them on the ground in dancing beams. One of the weasels perked up and chittered, excited. This created a domino effect with the others and they all scurried to where the lights danced happily as Sarn wiggled the sword.
Nervous as he was, he couldn't help but think the little creatures were cute. There was nothing so adorable and fluffy up in the mountains of Taliem where his home had once been.
Slowly, with careful turns of his wrist, Sarn directed the shimmering light along the ground. The horde of weasels followed, scampering and tumbling over each other like a tidal wave. He baited them to the minitank and flashed the light onto the side of it. The combined effect of the light and the moving minitank started the creatures into a frenzy and they began to claw and scratch at the light, confused as to why they could never catch it.
Sarn chuckled. His hand jerked. The light moved... Moved to his side, moved to the kunai...
As one entity, the weasels thundered toward him, pushing the minitank with them in their haste to get to OMG SHINY! @_@ Sarn's face went deathly pale as he realized his mistake, but he had no time to react before the first weasels were upon him, tearing at his face and his wings and his hand which still clutched the kunai.
He gave a loud cry and stumbled around, the mass of fur and chittering weasels blinding him. Something hard and distinctly tank-like struck his legs and he toppled sideways. His hand let go of the kunai which spun up into the air as the weasels clambered over Sarn and over each other, grasping at it. Sarn felt himself falling, failed to open his wings and stuck out a hand to brace himself against the ground.
Instead, he hit the minitank which continued to move in his direction, completely knocking his legs out from under him. They twisted in midair as the Feberi grasped the tank with both hands, covered in a scrambling mass of weasels, one of which had secured the kunai and was waving it threateningly at the others.
The minitank, with Sarn on top, continued to slough along until it hit a rut in the ground. Sarn went flying, a few weasels still clinging to his ruined clothing while the others, unscathed by the whole affair, scampered off, trying to wrest the shiny weapon from that victorious cousin of theirs.
Sarn lay coiled in a heap on the ground, his clothes and skin torn, little claw marks all over his once pristine skin. Patches of his wings had been divested of their feathers, leaving him with bald spots. But by far the worst injury, was to his pride. He heard a foot fall near him and looked up to see Sarinon, his blind sister gazing at where she knew he was, her sketchpad in her hands.
"I did it, Sarinon. Go draw it."
She snorted. "I may not be able to see, but I can hear well enough to know that screeching, chattering chaos does not equal victory." She grinned at him. "Oh, I'm going to have fun with this!"
((Sketch will come later. Hope you liked utter humiliation. *coughandwillgivemeextrapointsforbeingthefirstonetochoosetofailatasetchallengecough*))
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