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Student Name: Joachim
Points Total: 34
Section One: 4
Section Two: 2
Section Three: 2 + 10 = 12
Section Four: 6
Section Five: 10 Did you remember to use your intelligence stat? yes
Did you use your luck stat for this challenge?no
The obstacle had proven to less terrible than the reaper had expected, usually he ended up in far worse conditions than when at the end, or like the one time frozen and sliding all the way back to the start to never finish the darn thing. Heading to the stadium, Joachim looked at the red chairs with a dismal look, clashing colors, the blue and white not to mention the long red hair that was neatly pulled up in a ponytail would only make him feel even redder and odder sitting in it. Merel squeaked, annoyed with how long the boil stood there staring at his unfortunate fate and tugged on his hair until he finally sat down. As the harness descended Merel squeaked an objection again clinging to him, it was snug, almost too snug considering how tall he was in the chair. The speakers blared with the voice of the chipper woman, Joachim scowl growing even larger at the noise before turning his attention to the their new objective.
An exam.
It could have been worse.
Flipping over the first part Joachim’s eyes glanced over the words, and more words, and even more words more words than what he truly wanted to see on a page. No music. Why would there be music to begin with? Dismal, he slowly started to read each one, debating, pausing, taking far longer than he needed to as Merel started to snore on the top of his head. A few more paragraphs and then some writing, at least that he didn’t mind too much as he scribbled down endless amounts of nonsense. Getting into the spirit he flung his hand up turning to the next page and he lost it.
The pen was on the ground.
The harness kept him in place.
The frown grew deeper on his face as he furiously shook his head, the mouse clung before screech something at him angrily.
“Pen Merel, I need the pen can you retrieve it.”
More loud squeaks, which he could only guess was her merely objecting the idea of doing what he wanted.
“If you want me to finish I need the pen back.”
One low squeak before the feeling of nails climbing down his head and his shoulder to the ground, the ebony mouse picking up the pen and bringing it back.
The noise sounded and pens were laid down, he hadn’t finished, of course he hadn’t if Merel hadn’t argued, his brows furrowed as they prepared the next section.
Math.
This received an even more dismal glare. The worse subject to have ever been created was now in front of him, there was little he wanted to do with it, even less he was almost willing to speed through simply filling in bubbles and placing numbers randomly. Snow started to fall as he attempted his best scribbling something that he could only perceive as vaguely right. Merel on the other hand was a little preoccupied with the snow which now that Joachim looked up was only falling on him and a few occasional other students. He watched as the ebony mouse began to play, almost forgetting the exam entirely until someone made a disturbing noise and he went back to work writing in imaginary numbers.
Next was geography. Not the worst thing, better than math. Anything was better than math. He started, filling in things best he could before a splitting noise of irritable music sounded. It was awful, the notes were erratic, all over, some were sharp while others were flat creating a wretched mess of nonsense. The reaper cringed eyes glaring as he tried to focus back on the test. It was hard, incredibly harder than he was prepared but he managed to stumble through it to the end.
Next up science. It started out poorly, his desk being overfilled with peppermint foam as Merely found herself taking an imaginary bath. The rest went ok. Marginally ok.
Lastly was fear and magic. This was simple, familiar and rather easy for the boil. Music was a part of his fear and Joachim had spent countless hours practicing, practicing, and even more practicing. If he had bothered to use some of that time to study more on other subjects he would have been brilliant.
But he didn’t.
His score however for it was perfect, earning him a muffled retort from the black mouse as she made some sort of gesture to suggest that it was her doing that he had done so well.
He snorted, glared, and then got up out of seat after the harness was removed. Heading off the field he looked around at some of the others students still trying to complete before heading towards the stands as someone gave him a sugar cookie and a medal. Frowning he received it and left.
