User:Arnout aka The Emperors Angel/RPG/Current Post

Arnout folded the elastine edge of his boxers down, and bowed towards the corner of the room, as a part of the ceremony surrounding the exercises he was about to do. In that corner the massive bulk of The Baron of Shadows lay deactivated and it served as his ceremonial opponent. Arnout carefully placed his earbuds in his ears. "Computer, random play the Subs for me, would you?" "Sure Arnout. Coming up." Music started pumping into his ears, to the point he could barely hear anything. Flexing his muscles, and slowing down his breathing, he raised his right arm to chest height, and placed his palm outwards. Arnout closed his eyes, and began his routines.

"Arnout, are you sure this the right place to do this?" Arnout's computer commented on Arnout's rather marginal clothing style. Without pausing, Arnout replied very simply and out loud: "No." Arnout's computer protested. "Then why are you doing your routines, in the communal room, in your underwear!?" Arnout fluently changed from a fast taekwondo hyeong to a slower judo kata, to be able to answer his computer out loud. "My room is too small." "But, Arnout, you could have asked Adam, or Silvia if there is a room better suited for practise." Arnout finished the judo kata, and followed it up with a medium speed Pencak Silat dasar pasang. "No. They would have moved me to a room out back somewhere. This is better; there is more positive energy here." From the silence that followed, it seemed Arnout's computer was completely stumped. "Arnout, I have reason to believe The Baron of Shadows is no longer deactivated." Arnout couldn't shrug his physical shoulders because that would disrupt the form he was doing, so he made do with a mental shrug. "Carebear. Now shut up, I need to focus."

When Arnout finished the dasar pasang, he was already breathing hard, and sweating. He followed it up with a mix of fast and aggressive kickbox moves, with moves from Muay Tai, Savate and Lethwei, an offensive Seidokaikan Karate kata, and finished with a medium speed Kung Fu taolu.

Completely out of breath, and pouring with sweat, Arnout opened his eyes. "Wow. Haven't done this, in way too much time." Arnout managed to utter. Then he realised, he was being watched. Arnout spun round, raising his arms, in a defensive position of the Indonesian Pencak Silat, his favourite Art.

Pulling out his earbuds, he looked in shock at the small crowd of people watching him, standing near the door. Eve, Adam, Silvia, Dorres, his two gargantuan goons and Mr. White, holding a box with red letters reading "Classified", where all there. The Baron had also risen from his position, but was still standing in his corner.

Arnout looked around, and commented on his clothing style. "Wow. Glad I didn't put on white boxers this morning." As he looked down at his drenched underwear, his computer inserted his opinion. "You could have requested a Judogi, or a Ki." With a massive layer of sarcasm in his mental voice, Arnout silenced his computer; "They can't see my crotch, so shut up."

Arnout bowed in an ancient, dashy way, and received a small applause from his spectators, who started to disperse. Dorres nodded at Arnout, and walked out, escorted by his goons, who showed no sign of being impressed. Mr. White followed Dorres, giving Arnout a wink, and nodding at the box. Adam approached Arnout with a towel and a bottle of water, followed by Eve and Silvia. The Baron joined the group.

"Arnout, that was amazing!" Silvia said. Arnout seemed embarrassed, even though you couldn't tell from the colour of his face, which was still red from his recent effort. He scratched the back of his head in a stereotypical way, to relay his discomfort. "Yeah, you come you can do all that?" Adam wanted to know, as he handed Arnout the towel, who gave the empty bottle of water back. Eve just looked at Arnout with a curious look on her face. "Guys, that is a very long story, and I really need a shower now, and then I need to eat something." "O.K. why don't you tell us over lunch then, Arnout? You go and shower, we'll make lunch." Arnout nodded his thanks, and left for his room.

When Arnout returned fifteen minutes later, he found his team all sitting at the centre table, everyone with a plate filled with food. Picking up his, and stuffing his mouth, his computer reprimanded him: "Arnout, behave! Show your table manners!" Ignoring his computer, Arnout started talking with a partially filled mouth. "You all know, mhmmmm, this is delicious! That I have artificial hands, right? I told you, What IS this? And who made it? At the first team meeting." Silvia smiled. "It's my recipe, but Adam improved on it. Now please continue." "Well, I got them thanks to a well-funded research project when I was still a student." Arnout's face took up a sour, painful look. "To make the best of them, I received physical therapy, the best available. That included Sensei's from all Arts, from all over the world, each of them a master of their own Art. In a year I learned pretty much everything that was to learn about Marshal Arts."

Eve interrupted Arnout. "Arnout, you didn't get those hands. They would never have replaced your natural hands, because that is what you are implicating." The expression on Arnouts face turned dark very fast, and he very nearly whispered, "You're right." And out loud, he added; "I didn't GET them. I lost my real hands first. I was a Chemistry major in college, and I was a member of the, what we called, show team. But some idiot in the Engineering Department messed up my detonator, and I lost my hands. Then I was allowed into a very experimental research into cybernetic limbs, and I was a total success. And here I am. You happy now?" Arnout said, looking at Eve.

Arnout aka The Emperors Angel 20:15, 11 September 2011 (UTC)