(Yeah, pretty good.)

Mercutio grunts, getting the bulls from point A to point B was going to be difficult. doing so while keeping them from getting eaten by the lions who came after them, that would be difficult. Especialy without breaking anything. He had to imbue the goddam lions with spirit energy didn't he. Shit

Gokin felt tired and worn after the obstacle course. He let far too many of the turrets lands shots on him. The laps had done their job of wearing him down enough that he started to make mistakes. He looked at his job and just sighed. He was to polish and clean the various sculptures and art around the building. He tried to clean them quickly, but he was constantly distracted by stupid sheep and goats that wandered the halls near him. He would sometimes have to run across a half-mile corridor to save a piece from shattering on the ground when its pedastel was bumped into. Then there were the wolves. Never ones to miss a meal of sheep, they must have saw him as competition for their food. He fended off several attacks before he was even halfway finished. He sighed as the wolves slinked away to gather for another assault, and dove to catch a very expensive vase from crashing on the floor.

(ooc:good? Not enough danger?)

(Meh. It's torture enough for you guys.)

After another hour had passed, everybody had finished their tasks and put the zoo back into its cage. They were now trying to recover in the lounge, when Taro reappeared and led them to the kitchen. "Okay, now you guys are going to cook the lunch. Please remember to follow this list to do my food, and do not commit a single mistake, or there will be... consequences." Everyone gulped as they had realized by now that it would be very bad indeed. Mercutio received the list, only to notice it unfolded. And unfolded. And unfolded. And unfolded. And unfolded. And unfolded. "Ring the bell to call me to test it."

Maron was already on to it, taking the vegetables and chopping them into small pieces. "Hurry with that! I want to eat before midnight!"

Faze had to vaccuum the carpet, seal the cracks to prevent small animals from spreading and rid the place of spider webs. The vaccuming he could do, but Faze was scared to death of spiders. It all went back to his great ancestor Kings, who had a terrible experience with a spider priestess. It had scared him so greatly, his children suffered that fear. And it's not like they were normal spiders Faze had to contend with. It was the exact same type Kings had faced, poisionous hairy spiders the size of a man. Faze found that he had nearly broken the vaccuum cleaner after giving a few of the spiders painful deaths. And the spiders were intelligent too, so when he was about to smash one, another would grab some fine china dishes. "Shitmonkey!"

Faze sat for a bit and thought to himself, as the spiders started juggling incredibly fragile vases with their 8 legs. Then he remembered the tale. Kings had gotten help with the spider's natural enemy... Faze ran off to the insect exhibit, dodging the others as they went about their needlessly complicated works. He found the bee hives and offered his blessing to the flowers nearby. It took away a great amount of his mana energy, but he'd make due. The flowers flourished and bloomed, and the queen bee came out. She was huge, like the bees of yore, and she not only commanded the normal bees, but the big ones too. She performed the ritual dance of 'thanks' on his back and asked what she could do for him. The very minute he mentioned the word "Spider" they swarmed him.

The spiders had wondered where the fire demon had gone off to. They had gathered all the expensive stuff in the corner, and readied "Bubba the overly fat spider" to jump from large stack of crates onto them if Faze had tried anything. But then they heard a loud hum. The lead spider sent others to investigate. Only one scout managed to return, and he was dead 3 seconds afterwards as clouds of bees burst into the room. The small bees poisoned many of the spiders to death, and a concentration of them could lift up the spiders and throw them. The spiders used shots of web to defeat them, but they did not have the same effectiveness on the the larger bees. The spiders were quickly crushed. Bubba, seeing his comrades defeated made a last ditch leap for the valuables. Immediately the bees caught him, but they strained under his immense wait. Just as they started to fall again, bubba was impaled by Faze's well thrown spear and chucked into a nearby wall, snapping the spear in two.

After the spider's defeat, the bees celebrated and then helped Faze remove the webs, return valuables to their rightful places, and vaccuumed the carpet. They had to, as faze had lost a great bit of mana with the blessing. He felt the weights weigh him down more, but shrugged as he cleaned up Bubba's guts from the carpeting. He then noticed the broken spear. He had grabbed the spear out of instinct and hadn't bothered to check where had gotten it. To his horror, the spear's head had gold engravings running down the wooden frame, and on the head of the spear. It also had the words "This spear is worth alot" in ancient runes upon the head as well.

<Well, it can't be worth too much. I mean, it's not like it's supposed to be the spear that pierced Jesus or anything.>

(Addition for the Cooking)

Faze lit the stove and began to cook the meat, adding seasonings and the like. If anyone could cook meat, it was faze. He came from a long line of meat conneiseurs, as well as a few cooks. He happened to recieve some cooking talent from the great chef, Task "Rose" Centurion. Soon the meat sizzled and released a pleasing aroma that filled the kitchen. Then the bad part of being a meat conneiseur started. Faze was hungry. And when faze was hungry and smelled meat, his fangs grew out. And when his fangs grew out, he had much trouble keeping them far away from the meat he was cooking. "Anyone wanna swap jobs real quick?" He asked the others, drool making a puddle on the floor.

(Okay, it's been two days since the last post. So, I'm bumping and acting.)

Somewhere between 12:15 and 12:45, the group had finished cooking and was looking at Taro, who was taking the first bite off his plate.

He munched for a while, swallowed...

"It's lacking salt."

Cue massive facefault.

He then got up, separated a small part of the food (that barely would feed one of them), and separated it into five equal sections. As they stared at him, dumbfounded, he merely put the rest of the food away, hid every trace of it, and pulled another rope, revealing the contents of another curtain. Dozens of monkeys were there, all apparently hungry. "Have fun eating." With that, he left the students to the monkeys, who immediately pounced on them, trying to eat the food in their plates.

(Dare I say it, I'm here almost 16/7! All I need is a pda or laptop with internet access, and i can be here the other 8 hours!)

"How dare he say my steak lack salt! If I had added any more, it'd be lethal!" Faze roared, as he pounded the table, sending monkeys scattering everywhere. He started to munch his tiny portion of dinner, and as he was about to grab a nice sized piece of broccoli, a monkey snatched it. Just as the monkey was about to put it in his mouth, Faze grasped it by the neck. "Oh, I wouldn't do that Mr. Monkey. Because if you dine on my food, I'll dine on you." The monkey promptly put it back on the plate, and pushed the plate towards Faze. "Thank you" The monkey quickly scampered off. Another monkey moved for the plate. "EEep!" It screamed as it was shortly grabbed by a giant bee and carted off. "Fear my L33t skills biznatch!" Faze mumbled in between bites.

Mercutio looks down at his tiny portion and smiles. "Shoot, I'm gonna die before the week's up, oh well." and with that he digs in heartily.

Several hours afterward, nearing the nighttime, the group was standing near the exit, barely standing; the training system Taro used taking its toll on them. Maron seemed to be a bit better than the others, his stomach grumbling quieter than the others'. Finally, Taro reappeared, opening the doors to the outside world. "You kids survived a whole day of training. I'm impressed. A little bit, but still impressed." He then grimaced. "Today was just the first day of training. You kids are to be wearing these equipment 24/7, until we get to the DT. Training will be just like today, only I won't be holding out as much as I did today. Oh, and before I dismiss you..." he stared at them, and they started to feel nervous, "which one of you broke a spear?" Quietly, Faze held his hand up, very slowly. "You will spend the rest of the training building a new spear. And before you ask, that was one of Charlemagne's sacred spears. He used it when he became a conqueror. That one was so rare you'd need a very old archeologist to actually be sure of it. The materials are in the back." Saying that, he practically kicked the group out of the temple, shutting the doors afterwards.

(A few more talks, then it's the ship.)

Tired, hungry, and suffering from a strong need to use the restroom (as it happened, there were no restrooms for five miles in every direction) Faze set out to make a spear. The biggest problem was that Faze had no training in the creation of weapons, nor did any of his ancestors possess a natural skill for the trade. He also lacked a book of runes to put into the spear, as well as the know how to put gold ingravings into wood.

<This is going to be a long night, cause If I don't get this out of my way quick, I won't be able to focus myself for the long run of training!>

Faze examined the broken original and set out to replicate it. He started by grabbing a long, thick piece of lumber and thinning it to the broken spears width. He then fitted the bronze spearhead from the original onto it, but found that the spearhead had been bent, and was forced to make another with Taro's smithy. After many hours of hammering he managed to create a twin spearhead, minus the dull and bent parts. He fastened it to the wood, but then set out to put on the runes and engraving. To his horror, he realized he lacked gold, or the proper ink for the runic symbols.

<Damn! What to do? Wonder where I am in relation to Fort Knox and the Vatican?> Faze looked about the room. His brown eyes caught themselves on the sight of a pile of charcoal next to the smithy. He grabbed a single round piece of charcoal and clenched it. <Hmmm... Faze has an idea most cunning...>

Finally, after a long hard night's work, Faze set the finished spear upon the table so that Taro would see it in the morning. The wood of the spear was smooth and perfect, free of any splinters or loose twigs. The Spearhead was razorsharp and free of blemish. And engraved upon the wood and spearhead were dazzling gems of a gold color, and written upon the spearhead was runes made from sparkling ruby. It was a sight to behold, and worth near a fortune. But rather than marvel at his creation, or notice the fact he was the first in his family to be good at smithcraft, he stumbled off to his quarters and curled up in bed, ready to get a well deserved rest.

Three minutes later, he heard a familliar gruff voice say "Get up! Time to continue training!"

"SON OF A BI____!"