Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)




Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm speaking to: A sleepy girl (@Lunaria Silver )


What I'm doing: Getting tea


Sieghart disappeared inside the kitchen for a moment, his plate armor rattling the whole way. He returned after a few minutes with a pot of tea. He poured Ivela a cup and set it on her tray.


"There you go. And if you need anything else, feel free to ask. My name is Sieghart of Catarina by the way. So tell me, are you participating in the tournament in a few hours?"
 
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Location: Hallway


Who I am with: Doctor (@Pinkalyn)


What I am doing: Responding


"You were fairly weak in your administrations. I have sustained no lasting damage." The girl smiled up at him. "If you wish to test my levels of pain and endurance I do suggest a more rigorous test. The headmistress, Sensei, and Mistress Manara have all caused me greater pain than you inflicted." Still, Why'nn stood at what seemed to be attention, or close enough to it, and appeared to be waiting to be dismissed.


Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Grim (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna), a crazy girl, a crazier teacher (@Mad Prince of Sanity), and Violet (@StartingOver)


What I'm doing: Bowing out


"Mmm... looks like that's my queue to go train." Valian smiled at Grim and the others, jumping off the table and patted his otter friend on the shoulder. As he moved to leave the cafeteria he passed Violet. "All yours. You break his heart, I break your neck." Valian quickly left the cafeteria and headed toward the Arena.
 
Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm With: Sieghart ( @TommyGun15 )


What I'm Doing: Talking


Ivela glanced down at the tea, relieved that tea had been an alternative to coffee. She had never been particularly fond of coffee, it was far too bitter for her taste. Plus, there were several teas that contained far more caffeine than any cup of coffee she had ever had. Coffee was good for relieving headaches and nothing else.


"Thank you, Mr. Sieghart. My name is Ivela Alderith, and to answer your question yes, I will be. I've always enjoyed a good fight." She said with an excited grin. The only thing she had to worry about was getting too angry and actually hurting her opponent. She had always been really confident in her abilities, perhaps overly so.
 



Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm speaking to: Ivela (@Lunaria Silver )


What I'm doing: Giving advice


Sieghart nodded, a small smile on his face.


"That's good, that's good. Oh, and do not worry about injuring your opponents. There is an enchantment upon the Arena that prevents people from dying within it. Oh, and if I may offer a piece of advice, you may want to stay away from a young man by the name of James. He's one of the students who's been receiving extra lessons from a teacher, in his case our resident teacher of enchantment and illusion magics. I've caught him using hypnosis and mind control on people within the school. If you face him in the arena, I recommend guarding your mind."
 
Location: Hallway


Who I'm With: Avalyn


What I'm Doing: Talking


Talia sighed and looked to the ground as she walked. "Honestly, Avalyn?" She hesitated for a moment before continuing. She wondered if she should trust her sister with this information. She loved her sister, but she did tend to have quite the blabber mouth. Looking back up and shaking her head, she continued. "You can not breathe a word of what I am about to tell you to mother. The one here or the one at home." She took a breath. "I am not sure about that. Lord Jergal has never really made anything known to me since I started being able to use this magic. All I know is that I am able to cast divine magics to heal myself or others. I can also use my divine magics to hurt my enemies. I have felt no purpose given to me, so I am not even sure what I believe." This was not a crisis of faith. This was genuine confusion on why she had her powers in the first place. Lord Jergal had not spoken to her about what her purpose would be. She only knew what their mother had told her.
 
Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm With: Sieghart ( @TommyGun15 )


What I'm Doing: Thinking about advice given to me


Ivela narrowed her eyes in thought. 'That is a relief. I do have a habit of losing my temper...' At the mention of this James person, she was instantly reminded of her oldest brother, Illumi. He was a manipulator Nen type who preferred to force his will onto other, similar to hypnosis.


"I've dealt with that before!" She assured Sieghart with a smile.


Normally, she would just use Ten to thwart Illumi. Ten was a rather easy technique to use, considering it was the first thing all Nen users learned to do. Of course, she didn't know of anybody in this realm who came from hers. It couldn't be as easy as using Ten.


'Something tells me it won't be that simple.'
 



Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm speaking to: Ivela (@Lunaria Silver )


What I'm doing: Giving advice


Sieghart nodded, giving Ivela one last bit of advice.


"Alright, but I wouldn't recommend getting complacent. Imalia, his teacher or Mistress as he calls her, may teach enchantments, but she is skilled in all kinds of magic. I doubt that illusions and trickery are all James will throw at you. I've seen him fight in the Arena, and he's put more than his fair share of scorch marks on the walls of that room over the past few months."
 
Location: Dorm Hallways


Who I'm with: Talia (@KalenNighteyes)


What I'm doing: Talking


"Well, you're only 15. Can't expect a god to talk to every 15 year old who takes the cloth. Granted, I dunno much about your religion. Grandpa calls the sides of the Force religions and I'm starting to think he's right. I don't want to be religious, particularly. I dunno... I'm thinking I may stop my training with Grandma. Somehow I don't think it'll matter much pretty soon." Avalyn stretched. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. No worries, sis. I won't say anything to Mom in this time or ours." 'Not like I'll have the chance to, anyway.'
 
Location: Dorm Hallways


Who I Am With: My Sister


What I'm Doing: Talking


Talia frowned. She had been having a tough time controlling her telepathy this day and it was bothering her. As such, she'd heard her sister's quips in her mind. Feeling as though she was missing something, she stopped Avalyn and pulled her aside. "Look...I know there is something else going on with you. I am sorry...The stress of today has me out of sorts and as such I'm having a hard time controlling my telepathy. What are you not telling me?" She gave her sister a pleading and worried look. "I am your sister. You can talk to me you know..."
 
Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm With: Sieghart ( @TommyGun15 )


What I'm Doing: Taking Advice


Ivela nodded, deciding that she really shouldn't underestimate her opponents. The undead chef was right on that note. He was most likely right on all counts, actually. Maybe she should have been watching her opponents...learning how they fight. Although understanding how somebody fights does not guarantee that you can beat them.


"Well. Either way it's bound to be interesting!" She said with a dark chuckle. "Thank you so much for the advice, Mr. Sieghart!"
 
Location: Dorm Hallways


Who I'm with: Talia (@KalenNighteyes)


What I'm doing: Talking


Avalyn sighed as she came to a stop. "You won't like what I have to say," she cautioned, her tone somewhat melodic. She shook her head. "I'm not gonna be around very long, sis." The girl sighed. "This universe is gonna reject me, too. Remember last year? When I was just 'gone' for a month? No one could say where I'd gone, they were just convinced I'd been on mission but no one could say? I wasn't on a mission, Tal. The universe rejected me so... I was just floating around in nothing. Able to see and hear but you couldn't hear me and you didn't remember me. Mom and Dad didn't know about me. Grandma and Grandpa forgot. Uncle James forgot, Headmistress forgot. Even HK-50-01 forgot about me. I only came back by cutting off part of me. So..." Avalyn shrugged. "I have a countdown timer. I'm gonna get tossed out from this universe, too. And where does someone go from here? There's nowhere to go."
 
Location: Entry Hall


Company: none


Activity: Waiting for the right time


Bridget had absolutely no traceable memory of the past few days since he had came to the Academy. The effeminate young man wondered if he had since slipped into a deep coma. Who knew what had happened to him. His eyes were drowsily half-lidded as he moaned tiredly. Meanwhile, right in the middle of the mess hall, the monitor, Sans, was shamelessly and hilariously wearing a pair of sunglasses in a reclining chair and sipping what appeared to be a bottle of root beer. "H...Hi, Sans?" Bridget waved, wondering if he had forgotten by now. The skeleton replied with a hand signal. "heya."


"Alright, I think it's time to wander around again."
 



Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm speaking to: Ivela (@Lunaria Silver )


What I'm doing: Bidding her farewell


Sieghart smiled and nodded.


"I'm happy to offer advice. And if you ever need something to eat, drink, or just someone to talk to, feel free to stop by the kitchen."


Sieghart then waved to her as he scooped out another huge helping of eggs, bacon, and potatoes onto the next student in line's plate. He had to admit, he did love his job.
 
Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm With: Sieghart ( @TommyGun15 )


What I'm Doing: Saying bye and running off to get fat


Ivela smiled at him. "I'll certainly keep that in mind." That being said, she ran off to enjoy the beautiful breakfast that had been loaded onto her tray. She found a table to sit at, her face having dropped back to it's normal expression; a very slight smile and eyes sparkling with barely hidden amusement. She was extremely excited about the day she had ahead of her. It would be glorious.
 
Location: Bed


Company: Midgets hopping over electric fences


Activity: Snoozi-


Lazarus' alarm woke him up abruptly, and he jumped up with a start. His hair was matted and sweaty. After collecting himself (a.k.a. cussing out the alarm for waking him), Lazarus peered at his prosthetic arm. He knew he had to reattach it. He knew, but that didn't make him want to anymore than he wanted to punch the Eridian Warrior in the face.


Lazarus hesitated and, after mentally preparing himself once more, grabbed the arm and held it to his stump.


Lazarus didn't need to activate anything to start the process; it was automatic. Once the sensors in the arm's socket sensed live flesh, the process would begin.


Small drill-like appendages appeared from the socket and began digging into Lazarus' skin. He grit his teeth hard. First, they would go through the skin. Then, they would attach to his nerves.


The drills continued for what felt like eternity, then a feeling of white-hot, blinding pain nearly incapacitated Lazarus, making him fall to his knees.


Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. The arm began to close the gap between it and Lazarus' stump. When the process was complete, a compartment on the outside of the arm opened and hissed, making the space between the arm and the stump airtight.


Lazarus began panting heavily, sweat dripping from his brow. He gathered his ECHO device, thankful it was useful for storage, and hooked it to one of his belt loops.


He made his way to the cafeteria, oblivious to the fact that he had forgotten to put on a shirt.
 
shadowstrikr25 said:
Location: HK-50's workshop/ Hallways
With: HK-50(@HK 50 09 )


Doing: Waking up


Reagan's last few days had been... something, to say the least. While the major burn damage healed quickly, there were some leftover scars that were taking a while to heal. Specifically, along her right arm was a large scar similar to a lichtenberg figure, starting at her shoulder and ending at her hand. There was also a similar scar along her right cheek. The face scar was hard to hide without wearing a mask, but the majority of the arm scar was usually hidden with long sleeves and a glove. Reagan had also been using the previous days, not for training, but to use the workshop. Usually, she was helping HK-50 with his project, but she was also drawing up blueprints for other items that she wanted to build.


Reagan woke with a start, accidentally nudging a wrench of the workbench she had been sleeping on. She stretched, trying to get the sleepiness out of her system. "What day is it?" Reagan looked at the thing she helped create. Apparently gauntlets, jetpacks, and mana amplification were out of the picture. At the very least, she gained an intimate understanding of this kind of technology. Even if she wasn't a fan of the ends it was used for. Reagan pulled her overcoat off a chair and put it on, throwing a tarp over her assigned lift. "Yeah, next build, I decide what we do. No restrictions." Reagan began to push the parts and tools out towards the courtyard. 'I swear, if we're going to be making nothing but murder-bots, I'm gonna use that emergency shutoff switch with great frequency. Right, it's Monday. The tournament starts today. Wonder who I'm fighting round 1...'
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Position : Transient


Companions : Under-Predor Reagan (@shadowstrikr25) , anyone else isn't particularly relevant


Engaging in : Official Rakata Business!


HK-50-01 realized that he hadn't woken his Under-Predor Prior to issuing his commands. I.. Should probably rectify that error. Ah , but at least she's following my orders. HK-50 himself wasn't particularly sure what day it was , as he didn't keep a calendar around - why bother to use such an archaic form of time-keeping when he could use his own flawlessly timed Internal Chrono-Meter?


Well.. It was Friday when I made Incinerator.. And it's been almost two full cycles since I finished that one.. So it's Monday , in her terms. Glancing to her - yet not speaking , as she


Would figure what day it was soon enough - he took the time do appreciate the scarring that had yet to heal. Unfortunately , HK-50-01 himself was unable to have scars - or else he certainly would have some rather interesting ones.


However , what he enjoyed about Reagan's was that they were consistent with her methods of Acsendancy - making them somehow similar to ritual scarring , as some species underwent. Quickly throwing a tarp over his own haul , he laughed at her suggestion of deciding the next build. "Informational/Sarcastic Threat : If YOU want to make something other than droids , go ahead. I already said I don't need any of the Gauntlets and whatever else it was you said you wanted to make. You ARE underneath me , and I am reasonably allowed to dispatch you if I find you tiresome.. you're rather lucky good help is difficult to find. Here's what we'll do , Under-Predor. If this unit pleases our Over-Predor , it'll take some time to come up with my next creation. You make whatever Fleshsack compensations you need during that time. Now , stop complaining and let's get this thing to the courtyard before that fancy tournament happens today. I'd rather enjoy watching Liquidous ones fail at true combat..." HK-50-01 had opened the door and began hauling the repulsorlift to the destination of the courtyard as he spoke , seeing as Eye-Contact wasn't nessessary when speaking to an underling.
 
Location: Cafeteria


WhoI'm with: Valian (@folclor ), a cannon/girl? (@Pinkalyn ), Dude that squished my food! (@Mad Prince of Sanity ), Violet (@StartingOver )


What I'm doing: Talking and being popular?


Grim smiled and shrugged at the comment Valian had made about training. "Well, one t'ing can lead to anot'er."





He looked to the cannon/girl and shook his head agreeing with his brother. "Nay, unless fish counts?" Taking another bite of pancake, watching with some curiosity as she ate. 'Wot be ye?' The otter thought.


Blinking at the sudden appearance of a what he could call madman, with his fork halfway to his mouth he felt something bounce off his head. Glancing to the side just in time to hear it speak, and get spattered with the little food left on his tray. So distracted by the madman in a top hat, the otter didn't notice the food, he just pursed his lips and made a confused face at him and slowly nodded. "Aye, I am." Thinking "Who da blazes be ye? Ya nutteh!' But smiled and shook his head as Valian joined the madman on the table.


As he was looking over to the cannon/girl at her declaration of being friends with the entire table he saw Violet, eating alone. He smiled at her, but wasn't sure if she'd see him do it. But when Valian got up to leave stating he was going to go train, the otter felt a small pang of sadness, but smiled and nodded. "Aye, just dinnae be to tuckered for yer first bought!"
 
Location- cafe


Who I'm with- alone


What I'm doing- eating


Violet didn't react to Val's statement. She loved Grim, she would never hurt him. Her eyes wandered to Grim and saw him smile at her. She smiled back her heart giving a flutter. She shook her head and looked down at her plate. "I wonder if he loves me as much as I love him?" She said to herself. She shurgged, couldn't be helped. She looked back and gave a wave at Grim.
 
Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Mostly Grim (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna)


What I'm doing: Bringing more food


As the madman sat on Grim's food and Violet didn't seem to be jumping to join Grim, 'A test maybe? I've seen other girls do it,' Valian grabbed another plate for himself as well as for Grim. He returned quickly and set one plate in front of his friend and took his seat again. "Can you believe I almost forgot to eat?" he laughed. "Must be the excitement of the day. It's still pretty early and, you're right, don't wanna tire out before the tourney."
 
Location- Cafeteria


Who I'm with-Alone


What I'm doing- slightly annoyed


Violet looked back up and saw Valian sit back down. This caused her to raise an eyebrow in his direction. What was the point of coming all the way over here? Did he just want to threaten her? Sure they didn't care for one another, but surly he didn't really wish harm on her. "Boys are dumb." She thought to herself. She looked back up and gave a nod. "Still it's good that he's hanging with Grim."


 
Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Myself


What I'm Doing: Eating


Ivela stared down at the food on her tray, before grinning. Having stared at it for a brief few seconds, she began to devour it. While she did not make, (much,) of a mess, she did eat it much quicker than she probably should have. She could never stop herself from eating quickly. Eating was a waste of time, and, while nessecary, it should be done as quickly as possible.


At least that's what Illumi always drilled into her head, him being her main instructor through her childhood. She started with her parents first, of course.
 
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Location: The Arena/Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Alone/ Violet (@StartingOver ), Some other girl (@Lunaria Silver )


What I'm doing: Meditating/Getting food and waving


As he was sitting in the Arena meditating, it suddenly occurred to James that he hadn't eaten today. With a shrug, he stood up and walked to the cafeteria, his new Mimosa Wood staff, various plants curled around it and a small red fern-like plant adorning the top. Despite having this, he still carried his sword around as well. It made an excellent projectile.


He walked into the cafeteria, got his food, and looked out across the tables. He recognized Violet, and saw that there was a new girl, who seemed to be sitting alone. James smiled as he walked up to Violet.


"Hello Vi. Good luck in the tournament. Hey, see that new girl over there? Want to come say hi with me? I'll admit... I'm not the best at meeting new people."

 

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Location- Cafe


Who I'm with- James(@TommyGun15 )


What I'm doing- hmm


Violet looked up at James. "You think she's cute or something?" Violet asked.


She gave a slight grin to let him know she was teasing him. "You know I'm not really good with the whole friends thing, but if you desire to have a wingman I guess I can be of some help." She stood with her tray and looked at James. "Lead the way James."
 



Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Violet (@StartingOver ), Some other girl (@Lunaria Silver )


What I'm doing: Saying hello


James met Violet's grin with a dry expression on his face, but after a few seconds he rolled his eyes and made his way to the table with the new girl with Violet in tow. He sat down across from the new girl, a somewhat awkward smile on his face.


"Hi..." James paused as the table settled into an awkward silence.


"I'm sorry, still trying to get over my nerves around new people. Mistress Imalia says I have to stop relying on courage spells to meet people. Um... I'm James, and I thought you looked like you needed someone to talk to."


James looked at Violet for a moment.


"Oh, I'm sorry where are my manners. My friend here is Violet."
 
Location: Hallways en route to Courtyard


With: HK-50(@HK 50 09 )


Doing: Transporting and talking


Reagan slouched a bit as HK-50 laughed. 'Just because what I want to build something that doesn't involve at least 3 unnecessary gun barrels does not mean that a mana amplifier is to be laughed at. One of these days, I'll get us both out of here and show him the marvels of the Izzet. Or just wait and see if the Headmistress allows me to planeswalk. Probably the former.' As HK-50 stated that he would need time to design the next droid, and that she would be free to work on whatever she wanted, Reagan squeed. "YES! I'm going to need Mizzium, lots of it. And they aren't compensations, they are enhancements. One of these days, you'll understand the human perspective of normal. Meaning we can't punch through a wall, but with a little help, we could." At HK-50's mention of the tournament, and how there would be sub-par fighting, Reagan scoffed. "Not from me. I've got a plan. Hope my first opponent isn't too clever, though." Reagan then thought of how she would adapt in a fight while pushing the cart.
 
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