AC) Find a good chair
Your butt wont stand for this. You get up and look over at the bed. They look like theyll be out for a while, so you might as well venture for a chair.
You walk out to the hallway. A few benches sit against the walls of the hallway, so you try one out. However, you can already feel it bending under your weight. No good.
A student sits across from you on another bench, giving you a horrified look after seeing what you did to that bench.
You get up and approach her. Pardon me. Do you know where I can find a good chair?
He slumps a bit in fear of your large stature. Um...uh...check the Earth building dorms, Mr. big dude, she says meekly while pointing to the right.
You nod and get on your merry way. After a few moments, you arrive and see a few students with green badges walking around, contrasting the red ones you saw in the previous building.
Interestingly enough, the benches lining the hallway here are made of stone instead of wood. This is certainly promising. You take a seat and--
Immediately, a piece of stone chips off. Said stone starts to roll down the hallway. Its like this thing is held together with glue. You get up before you break any more of this.
You keep walking through the hallway to reach the next building; This time you see students with silver badges wandering about.
Oddly enough, there isnt a single bench in sight. Instead, you see students sitting cross-legged in the air.
You walk up to one of the students. Interestingly enough, this one doesnt seem to mind your stature like the others do. In fact, none of the students here really mind your presence. Pardon me, but where are all the chairs?
He uncrosses his legs and rocks them back and forth in the air. Youll find none here, my elementless friend. For we are at peace with the skies, they embrace us in return, to support our butts.
You scratch your head. Isnt it tiring to use and concentrate on magic like this? This is almost like the opposite of resting.
The student blinks. He then falls to the ground. By the gods...youre right! This has been the cause of the fatigue thats been ailing me for weeks!
You tip your hat and continue down the hallway. Before you leave, you can still hear the awestruck voice of the fallen student.
I...am now one with the Earth. This is where I belong, he mumbles.
As you walk, you eventually reach the sight of golden badges on the very few students walking around. The one thing that stands out to you is that this place looks like shit. Cobwebs line the ceiling, the dorm doors squeak like angry mice when they open, and theres already a half-broken bench here.
Impressively enough, one student sits on that half-broken bench without a care. Her posture is slumped as she stares blankly at the rotting ceiling.
You walk up to her. Pardon me, but what is wrong with this place?
Her eyes stay fixated on the ceiling. Dude...Im guessing youre new here? she says monotonously. All the other houses think were weak as shit. Its all Ohoho who needs lightning when fire does the job better! she says with a mocking hand puppet. We dont even get much funding since the Grand Wizard of Lightning doesnt sponsor us.
Her eyes roll away from the ceiling for a brief moment to look at your badgeless chest, then back to the ceiling. I guess you wouldnt get it dude, since youre elementless and all.
You scratch your chin, then use the extremely dusty wall behind her to draw something: A circle with a certain set of symbols on it. The moment you finish the circle, a few sparks jolt out of the wall. Try memorizing this spell. Next time your Wizard honor is challenged, use it.
She turns around as little as possible, just enough to see what you drew. Whoa. Sick...what is it?
You start to walk away with a small smile. Just a little spell I invented years ago, you say, tipping your hat and heading to the next building.
A few moments pass, and you find yourself in a more normal looking building once more. This time with students wearing a blue badge. Though, there arent many of them.
As you walk through and eye each of the wooden benches, a lone chair next to a bench catches your attention. This one shines a bit, showing off that its made of steel.
Delighted, you jog to it and take a seat. It holds up just fine under your weight, letting you lay back with a weary sigh.
Hey man, what the fuck! A voice sounds out from somewhere.
You look around, but no ones there that looks like theyd be screaming at you. However, you feel the chair shift slightly.
Dude, youre too fucking heavy! Sheesh, lay off the canned beans will ya?! says the voice again.
You look down and see the chair rattling a bit. Pardon me, but are you a talking chair?
No, Im a fucking iguana. Yes Im a talking chair, now get offa me!
You slump even more. Youll have to forgive me, but I am a bit tired at the moment. Howd you become like this?
Used tbe a student here. Got cursed a few decades ago by some assholes from the house of Fire. Now Im a goddamn chair. It rattles a bit more. Now are you gonna get offa me or not?!
A) Get up and find a different chair
B) Try to dispel the curse
C) Get up and bring the chair with you
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