Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-5543592-20170803215502

Vin drifted awake, and reached around for a minute, before finding the warm spot Taera had been a while before. He oriented himself to lie in it for a moment or too, before he realized he was depressing himself, and immediately forced himself to wake up fully.

He sighed, and swung out of bed, going to the drawer he kept by his bed, with the neat and organized clothes within. Most of them had been tailored personally to him, as Vin's body had under gone a rapid change a few years ago, where not only had he kept the sheer lack of body fat, but his masculature had become oversized, almost unnaturally so-- just enough that it was clear he was something more than human.

Vin had two categories of clothing-- what he wore for fighting, training, and exercising, and what he wore for all other occassions. He'd changed his wardrobe recently so that everything he wore in his off hours was dress clothing, although he wore it casually as well. He selected from the former, dressing into a slim-fitting shirt composed of thin cotton and sturdy trousers of equally thin wool, and then set off.

There was a large pulley system that occupied one corner of the Guild's grounds. A large beam of wood was held high above the ground by other support beams, and directly in the center, a top it, was the pulley. One side of the pulley ended in two seperate lines of rope, which merged and knotted at the top. On the pulley's other side were dozens of large canvas bags, bulging at the seams with bricks. The amount of weight there was astronomical. Vin had once had all the classmates who would sit atop a bag for fun.

Approaching the split rope, he took a line in each hand, holding them before him. He stood in an athletic position, bracing himself. Then, with effort, began to pull back, towards his chest, the bags of bricks slowly rising from the ground as more rope traveled up through the pulley, over to Vin's side. A low burn emerged emerged under his arms, and beneath his shoulderblades, than expressed itself throughout his biceps. The bricks reached the top of beam, the lead bag brushed the pulley, and then Vin slowly released them, the bags slowly sinking back towards the ground. He repeated the movement in repetition, sometimes changed how he held the ropes or where he stood so that a different part of his body was exercised.

Vin made a low noise of effort, struggling as he neared the end of his routine, when the ropes slipped in his hands. He yelped, surprised he'd lost his grip, and to keep them from crashing to the ground, he yanked back hard.

The pulley rattled and swung on it's hinge as the bags suddenly slammed it, and then popped off entirely. The pulley, now free, slid down the rope towards him, and the rope itself was pulled taut against the wooden beam. The beam groaned as, without the pulley, the immense weight of the bricks was resting directly on it. It split down the center, and the whole thing came crashing down.

"No!" Vin cried out, as the bricks, pulley system, and beams all hit the ground with earth-shattering force, and audible, impressive smack reverberated through the air.

Vin stared blankly for a moment at what remained of his weight-lifting machine, holding the ropes in his hands, although now they ran slackly over the ground, supporting nothing.

He stared at the ropes for a moment, slightly awed by his own strength. He let them drop to the ground, and kicked them towards the wreck.

"Guess I won't be needing you anyway." He said to the rubble, amused by the unexpected turn of events. Vin stepped up to it, and breathed a single word, one of the only words in his, technically native, tongue he knew.

"Yol."  The words from Vin's mouth took physical form, and a wave of fire slammed into the wreck. The wood and rope were incinerated instantly, becoming a fine pile of ash. He followed up with the only other word he knew, "''Fus." ''A shockwave, nearly visible, slammed into the ash, scattering it to the wind, where it drifted lazily up into the sky, and soon became little more than dust floating in the wind.

Vin smiled to himself, gave a curt salute to where his pulley system had once been, and then headed off to prepare for the big day.