Welcome to Gaia! ::

jake walked into the training room. he decided to practice using his powers. he was confronted with a volley of lasers. he created a wall of earth to protect himself. then he lauched the wall at the sorce of the lasers and chrushed it. Not bad... he thought to himself

Following Jake, he looking around at the training room, still carrying the large flatscreen TV.
"So...what is this place...err."
You plonker. How rude of you to forget to ask for his name.
"Hey, I was nervous."
He said aloud, then looked back to Jake.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I asked your name. Mine is Lancelot, pleasure to meet you."

"Woah, neat. And there is light here as well."
He commented as he walked forward. The training area in the facility was dark and dank, at least before Klocken had him destroy it all. When he took a step, he accidentally activated a trap that shot out three arrows in a row. The first arrow hit him, making him aware. He brought the TV up to block the second arrow, which was altered to be so hard, it simply bounced off. He then swung the TV at the third arrow, deflecting it into the ceiling right above Jake's head.
"I...I guess I need to be more careful, huh?"
He said as he lowered the TV and looked at Jake.
Smoooth. Chances are you'll have to clean up here. Good luck getting that arrow up high out.
"Oh goodness! I...I can't reach that high! And ladders are so shaky, I might fall!"
He gasped out, looking at the arrow.

Lancelot watched this display of earth manipulation. He remembered someone with a power like that as well. Well, not anymore, since he had to rough him up since he was trying to stop Lancelot from wrecking the place.
"Thank you, so very much."
He said as Jake came back down.
Inconveniencing your host with a petty task such as that? I thought I taught you better.
"I was taught better...."
He mumbled to himself and Klocken.
"So...Jake, is it just you here? Cause this place looks like it can hold more than us three."
He asked, counting Klocken as an individual.

"Uh huh. There's you here, and myself, and......."
He slumped down slightly and was silent for only a few seconds. The plume from his helmet changed colors to crimson, and the eye opening turned from black to red. Klocken was in control of the body now.
"Myself, Klocken. A real pleasure to finally converse face-to-face with you, Sir Jake."
He set the TV down quickly. Since he was now controlling the body, the changes made to the TV was about to wear off soon. Now it was just a normal TV again.
"I do apologize for his behavior. He tends to forget he is with an audience when talking with me."

"Do not guess, Sir Jake. Guessing is for those whose mind is made of rubbish."
He said, his way of speaking more formal and confident.
"While conversing on the topic of rubbish, pray tell me...just what sort of acts does this, shall I say, organization, perform onto the public?"
He sighed.
"For you see, I am growing tiresome of this place already, and I have yet to find my lodgings. I'm looking to gallivant about somewhere, maybe exert my right of the 'five-finger discount'"
He said that last statement while tapping against the TV. He was looking for some excitement now that he had found his new 'home'.

He gave a gentlemanly chuckle that echoed slightly in the armor.
"I'll be short: I am a man of exquisite taste. The more valuable, the better. But my true fancies lies in the things that are so valuable, so rare and one-of-a-kind, there is no monetary value of it. And it just so happens Lancelot likes to hang things on a wall, as people on the street could call 'posters.'"
No I don't!
Quiet, Lancelot.
He said mentally, obviously better at the talking mentally thing than Lancelot is. His gaze's intensity could be felt as he looked Jake dead in his eyes.
"So what would be more priceless posters than some old documents of ages past? Documents including the Constitution, Bill of Rights, and to make it a trifecta, the Declaration of Independence."
He chuckled again, though less gentlemanly and more befitting of his crimson color scheme. The image of these historical pieces of paper in his possession being quite nice.
"Do you see where my words are leading to, Sir Jake? We shall have our fun and amusement in the capital of this poxy country. Maybe we could even pick something up for a person of your *ahem* charm and character."