Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Location: The Arena


With: Everyone


Doing: Fighting some weirdo


Reagan nervously stepped out onto the battlefield, just barely resisting shaking like a leaf. She saw her opponent, a girl in bright green. "Uh... hi. Sorry, new at this fighting thing." Kimali smirked. "OK, lesson one" And with that, she melted into shadows, fading into the floor. Reagan looked around, wonder where her opponent had gone. Kimali revealed herself by uppercutting Reagan into the air. "Don't talk." Kimali began walking towards Reagan, cracking her knuckles. Reagan, however, was not content with lying down. She blinked into the air, turning and throwing her trusty, wrench. The metal object struck Kimali in the back of the head, stunning her for a moment. Reagan blinked to catch the wrench, and threw it again, missing. The object clattered to a halt behind Kimali as she sneered, turning to face Reagan. However, the girl in red and blue was behind Kimali, and had electrically charged her fists. Reagan began to lay into Kimali with brutality, screaming at the top of her lungs. It was clear she had not formal training in combat, but electrified fists generally helped to compensate. Kimali quickly fell to the sustained assault and electricity. Reagan shook her hands. "Ow... I won? I won! I CAN fight! Woo!" Reagan happily exited the battlefield, after picking up her wrench to allow the next match to take place. "I can fight." Reagan stared at the battlefield intently, waiting and watching the next matched take place.
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: My students and teachers (@KalenNighteyes @Rookie @HanaJuni @TommyGun15 @BuzzedBeelzebub @BloodHasSpilled @StartingOver @shadowstrikr25 @Yonsisac @Crimrose @Pinkalyn @Mad Prince of Sanity @CERBERUS177 @Happy Red Mage @Lunaria Silver @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK 50 09)


What I'm doing: Watching


"Very good, Miss Deimos." She leaned over to Delrick. "What do you think? Hand-to-hand, small arms, or both?" Nishira knew she'd get a response from the monk eventually, so she turned her attention back to the arena. "Richard Gore versus Carnus Orun. Begin." So far everything was going well. The lich smiled and sat back in her chair.
 
Location:Arena


With:Everyone, yay!


What:Fighting Carnus Orun, a large man with a hammer and shield.


Richard stood at the far end of the arena and walked around Carnus Orun, as he loaded his gun, "Ya know...I've never found the smell of burning flesh appealing, but I guess I'll have to make an acceptation with you." Carnus trudged towards Richard with a giant hammer in his hand, and a shield in the other, Richard simply screeched as a joke and shot the guy a few, the bullets bounced off and Richard just moved to the right as the big guy slammed into the wall, "Come now lad, that's not how you f-" Richard took a foot to the gut and flew back a few feet, but he recovered and slid while crouched, "Bulky kick you have there." Richard summoned Kiya to back him up, "Leg's." he said, Kiya ran at him dodging a few strikes from his giant hammer and then grabbed his legs, pulling him down, and holding him in place, Richard took aim at the mans shoulder, and fired his special ammo, the arena lit up a bit, and the bullet tracked towards his shoulder, hitting with a large splash of napalm and thermite, the napalm landed on the mans face and chest, burning him, "Oh Goody!" Richard ran towards the man and kicked him under the jaw with his boot, there was a loud 'crack' after the kick.


The man gained his senses and smacked Kiya off of his leg, and swung the hammer at Richard, he ducked and looked behind him, "Damn, on a scale of-" he dodged another swing, "one to ten, how mad are you?" he said, and Carnus just growled at him, "So a five..." Richard kicked the mans shield into him, and shoved the gun, point blank on the shield, and unloaded the rounds into the man's shield, melting a nice hole, but Carnus didn't want to give up, but he was weakened, so Richard simply took the heavy hammer, and brought it down on Carnus's head, knocking him out. "Ha HA! And thus ends the big mans dreams, and bringing a nice headache for later!" Richard dropped the hammer on the knocked out guys chest, "Mess with the best, and I'll put a hole in your chest." he said and walked away.
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: My students and teachers (@KalenNighteyes @Rookie @HanaJuni @TommyGun15 @BuzzedBeelzebub @BloodHasSpilled @StartingOver @shadowstrikr25 @Yonsisac @Crimrose @Pinkalyn @Mad Prince of Sanity @CERBERUS177 @Happy Red Mage @Lunaria Silver @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK 50 09)


What I'm doing: Watching


Nishira nodded and watched the victor leave the battle area and the nurses drag off the unconscious loser. "Grim Shell versus Ctirad Granger." Now this one she was interested in. He had been at the school for a bit now and always managed to avoid getting bound. Did he have anything worth exploring or was he destined to exist in mediocrity?
 
Position : the Arena


Companions : The whole Academy , it seems


Engaging in : pondering and observing


HK-50-01 , after embracing Why'nn and speaking with her at some length about what it meant - and how it was possible - for him to possess a soul , had attended to his other apologies. He had gone to Reagan first , since she had recieved the brunt of the various Displeasures he had expressed during the Trip of Power. To her he offered his apology as claiming the praise for the Heavy Assualt droid , which Reagan had accepted - after telling him the next build was up to her , and questioning his motives. Naturally , HK-50 had said it was whatever she wanted to do - and that the motive entailed his apologizing to everyone he had betrayed.


So he left Reagan to exhibit the massive Assault droid , and had gone to Talia of the Future with the purpose of speaking with her. While he didn't inquire to future information - HK-50-01 wasn't an idiot , and he didn't want knowledge of his future regardless - he did speak of his past , albeit condensed and without the truly terrifying and horrible things he had undergone. HK-50 didn't mention anything about his Soul to her - she already knew , most likely. After a short period of time , His Over-Predor called upon his services in the tournament.


Currently , HK-50-01 stood and watched the Combat take place between the Students , happily observing his - Partner , not Under-Predor - win her fight. His task was to enforce the laws of the Tournament , but this far he hadn't had much to do - instead , he turned his mind to the idea of a Soul. I don't recall knowledge of any droids have ever having souls.. But then again , is that really Impossible? I was created by the Star Forge.. And I am much more Organic that any other droid I've ever seen. I'm glad Why'nn is willing to assist me in this , because I don't have the slightest idea what takes to tend this 'soul'.. I suppose eventually I'll have this figured out. I suppose it won't be killing me anytime soon , at least from Talia's saying she knows me in the future.. I probably should be paying attention to my work , shouldn't I?


HK-50-01 neglected to embrace Reagan - Over-Predor Auros may not approve of that - but he did whisper to her his congratulations as the duels continued on. "Congratulations/Encouragement : Reagan , Partner , you excellent , excellent indeed. I found your skills as impressive as I did the night you Ascended , but not I express it as an equal.. The equal you certainly deserve to be , for the skillful work you've done on the last Droid of ours , and for the proficiency for combat you display."
 
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Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Nishira (@folclor ) / Everyone


What I'm Doing: Observing & Critiquing / Fighting


The monk stood near the headmistress, and so far the boughts had been rather fast and less then exciting. Though Miss Carver and Miss Deimos both seemed to have some potential. In response to the headmistress he nodded. "I believe hand-to-hand would work well with her natural ability. From what I've seen she's also quite technically adept."


Grim


The otter stepped into the arena, since he always did well in the first round of the tourney, Grim opted to use only his axes and save the gun play for other opponents. Looking across the way he smirked at his opposition. 'Oh great, a mage.'


His long red and orange robes, with faint fiery motifs sewn into hem, barely touched the floor. He'd prepared his spells ahead of time. Cracking his knuckles the sorcerer subtly began casting his first spell. "Go big or die trying." With a flick of wrist he sent a pea sized ember flying straight towards to the anthropomorphic otter. As it drew near, almost an arms length, it erupted into a massive fireball.


Waiting to see what the mage would do for a moment, Grim drew both axes and when he saw the beginnings of fireball he darted forward and to the side. Tucking and rolling to get under the massive ball of flames, coming to his feet and springing forward to try and catch Ctriad of off guard.


The mage was casting a second spell as soon as the first was away. He suspected it would be dodged easily, grinning and raising an eyebrow, he's pointed and uttered the last word, sending a bolt of lightning streaking towards Grim.


Grim brought his axes up and tried to deflect most of the bolt, again rolling to the side; The mage was good at interrupting a charge, with most of the electrical energy diverted the otter let out a yell of what might be called rage, and sprinted to close the gap, bringing both axes into a double side cut, aiming for the chest and stomach.


Thrown off by the deflection Ctriad was caught without a response of magic to perry the paired axes. So he leapt back and cast a quick spell that caused a wall of flames to separate the two opponents. Hoping to use it to buy some time to cast a more powerful spell.


The otter came up short and took a step back as the wall of flames suddenly appeared. Narrowing his eyes he smiled a toothy smile, exaggerating his pointed fangs. "T'ink yer magic can save ye?" Knowing that most fighters would either wait the flames out, try and throw something at the mage or even recklessly try and jump them hoping to not catch aflame, Grim chuckled and slowly walked through the magical fire, becoming fully engulfed by them.


Ctriad stopped casting as he watched the otter immolate himself. Laughing the mage raised both hands in triumph and took a step to exit.


When the otter stepped from the fires, unscathed, not even singed, once he was clear he took two quick steps and brought the right axe to catch the right wrist of Ctriad and lip it up and around his head, while the left axe came in at the base of the skull. A wet crunch could be hard as the axe found its mark. Leaning in close he whispered. "Magic be for de weak." With a final kick he sent his defeated foe to the floor, spitting on him as he walked out of the arena.
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: My students and teachers (@KalenNighteyes @Rookie @HanaJuni @TommyGun15 @BuzzedBeelzebub @BloodHasSpilled @StartingOver @shadowstrikr25 @Crimrose @Pinkalyn @Mad Prince of Sanity @CERBERUS177 @Happy Red Mage @Lunaria Silver @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK 50 09)


What I'm doing: Watching


"I see... Delrick, what do you think about adding Mr. Shell to our army?" the headmistress whispered. Now she would turn her attention for the rest of them. "James Belgarion versus Gaspare Rayne. Begin." Another interesting one. One of her candidates for the Summoner. It would either by this one or the otter at this rate, but the otter seemed averse to magic. Well. She would have to change that.
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Nishira (@folclor ) & the rest of the school


What I'm Doing: Observing & Critiquing


The warlock nodded slowly and rubbed his chin with one finger. "I suspected he was more then just a naturally gifted fighter." He watched as the otter walked out of the arena floor. "There is definitely something worth looking into with him." With one final nod he turned his attention back to the current fight. "Yes, he would a wise choice." He was interested to see if the boy had made any significant progress in the martial pursuit, or if he solely relied on his shapeshifting.
 
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Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Pretty much the whole school (@KalenNighteyes @Rookie @HanaJuni @TommyGun15 @BuzzedBeelzebub @BloodHasSpilled @StartingOver @shadowstrikr25 @Crimrose @Pinkalyn @Mad Prince of Sanity @CERBERUS177 @Happy Red Mage @Lunaria Silver @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK 50 09)


What I'm doing: Wait, this guy again?


James stepped out to meet his opponent in combat, his sword in one hand, his quarterstaff in the other. When he got a good look at Gaspare though, he began to laugh. Gaspare bared his teeth, holding a rapier menacingly, yet James continued to laugh.


"Oh my god! You again? This is hilarious!"


James grinned as he glared at Gaspare, whom he'd had a bit of a disagreement with in the lunchroom a few days ago. James finished the fight with two words.


"Chicken Strips."


Gaspare's eyes went blank as he dropped his sword and began peeling off his clothes. Finally, when he'd stripped down to his boxer shorts, Gaspare began to flap his arms and bob his head, doing the chicken dance. While he was doing that James levitated Gaspare up into the air, casually walking over to the young man who was still performing the moves of the dance, despite being upside down in midair. James raised his sword, and ran it across Gaspare's throat before letting him drop to the ground, unconscious only by the mercy of the arena.


"Well, that was a little anti-climactic." James said, sheathing his sword. "I certainly hope the next fight goes better."


(Sorry, I couldn't resist doing this joke one more time.)

 

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Location: Arena


Who: Nishi, the students and other teachers


What: Being an annoying brat/fangirl


The students were being announced, and back and forth students went at it, with occasional breaks of peals of laughter and the occasional showy move. Now, Acantha was no magpie, she very much looked for skill more than sparkles and flames.


The plants were all planting in her arms, as she had no worries for scars. They'd disappear, that was part of her Valykrie deal. Oh man, she hadn't fought since her promotion, had she? It'd be soooo lovely if she fight Connor again, after all she had a bit of a grudge still against him. Maybe his girlfriend? She always somewhat annoyed her with her grades in the class, as she, like many other students, almost failed.


James was up, and she couldn't be more happy, as she was hoping all that he'd learned in he past, whether directly from her or not, would help him win. She liked that kid.


The Lundes buzzed around a bit, and then a thought struck her as she stood there with Nishira announcing. What if she had to fight Dr. McDreamy? Ohhhhh what a plot twist that would be! The romance! The tragedy! She having to knock out her crush in order for the total victory!


Someone should write a novel about it. It'd be perfect! Although Nishira may be a bit antsy....and maybe kill the guy...but still! He was so pretty~
 
Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Basically the whole School


What I'm Doing: Cheering and waiting for turn


Ivela grinned when she saw her friend crush her opponent, but was much happier at the fact that the Headmistress said her friend's name.


'Aha! Her name is Violet! I can't believe I forgot to get her name...'


Ivela watched the fights with excitement, a little bit of her bloodlust seeping out. Seeing all these fights had her itching for her own.
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: My students and teachers (@KalenNighteyes @Rookie @HanaJuni @TommyGun15 @BuzzedBeelzebub @BloodHasSpilled @StartingOver @shadowstrikr25 @Crimrose @Pinkalyn @Mad Prince of Sanity @CERBERUS177 @Happy Red Mage @Lunaria Silver @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK 50 09)


What I'm doing: Watching


Nishira sighed and shook her head. Really? She'd expected more of Mr Belgarion. "Well, I'll have to work with him on that... He won't win many battles that way." She took a deep breath. "Why'nn Canthet versus Arun Rakhad."


Why'nn frowned slightly at James's display. That was... disappointing. But as her name was called she stepped forward, pulling her weapon from her satchel. She gave it a twirl, getting used to her newly reattached arm and dropped into an offensive stance. The boy, Arun, stepped into the ring, his sword and shield drawn and at the ready.


Time felt like it slowed around Why'nn as she watched the boy charge her, raising his sword and getting ready to strike. The girl moved her weapon upward, not bothering to engage her blade. And as metal hit flesh, launching Arun Rakhad into the air. The point of impact? Between his legs. So as the warrior curled to protect his throbbing vulnerability, Why'nn hooked what still appeared to be a staff into her opponent's shield and wrenched it from him. A sickening cracking, splitting sound filled the air as Arun screamed, his arm shattered and torn from its socket. The shield clattered to the ground. Why'nn had not moved her feet at all, her stance still wide and powerful.


"You bitch!" Arun cried, picking himself up off the ground and rushing her with his sword.


But Why'nn's staff was not as it seemed. As he got close enough she thumbed a button and a plasma scythe blade hummed to life, its tip poking out from his chest, right where his heart would be. He froze. She disengaged her blade and he dropped to the ground. After stowing her weapon, she turned, facing the headmistress and the rest of the staff, and bowed low. When she stood, she walked off of the arena floor and took a seat on the ground, starting to meditate as she waited for her next round.


"You don't mind me procuring her as the Protector, do you?" the lich murmured to her monk. "Next: Ivela Zoldyck versus Bei Mao. Begin!"
 
Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Everyone


What I'm Doing: Fighting


Ivela grinned savagely as she walked forward, leaving her violin case behind. The enemies for the first round seemed to be quite weak, so she didn't feel she required the use of nen.


Bei Mao stepped forward as well, his hands sparking with electricity. Ivela almost smirked, but at the same time she really hoped to avoid being shocked.


"I apologize for what's about to happen." She said calmly, letting a bit of her aura flow out.


It was killing intent, or bloodlust.


The boy widened his eyes before shooting electricity at his foe, which Ivela easily dodged, her eyes blank and a grin on her face.


Walking at a specific speed and with a specific rythym, Ivela used a technique that her family taught her, which created illusions of herself, or afterimages.


This technique was called Rythym Echo.


Bei shot a powerful blast of Lightning at one of the Ivela's walking towards him, which ventured out and destroyed all of the images.


"What?" He asked, not seeing a body kneeling in pain as he had expected.


"Good attempt. You might be a worthy opponent someday," She started to say from behind him, flexing the muscles in her hand causing her nails to sharpen and protrude. "but not today." She drove her hand into his shoulder quickly and carefully, intending to cut one of the tendons there.


However, she was shocked when she didn't get any farther than a few centimeters into his skin. She was literally shocked.


That caused her to remove her hand instantly, but Bei flipped around and grabbed her wrist, causing the electricty to surge through her.


"You cannot physically touch me without being shocked." He said with a smirk.


She looked up at him with dead, angry eyes. "Due to the torture training I've been put through...your lightning won't work. I can bear the pain..." She stated in an enraged voice, causing his eyes to widen in fear. "It still really hurts!" She yelled, grabbing the hand that had a hold of her and flipping him into the ground hard enough to knock him unconcious.


She turned to the various specatators, grinned in a bonechilling way, and returned to where she was sitting before her fight started.
 
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Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: My students and teachers (@KalenNighteyes @Rookie @HanaJuni @TommyGun15 @BuzzedBeelzebub @BloodHasSpilled @StartingOver @shadowstrikr25 @Crimrose @Pinkalyn @Mad Prince of Sanity @CERBERUS177 @Happy Red Mage @Lunaria Silver @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK 50 09)


What I'm doing: Watching


"Hmm... she may benefit from Manara's tutelage. Thoughts?" This, of course, was directed at Delrick and only at him. Her attention turned back to the ring. She was grateful that the nurses had, indeed, seen fit to come out of the infirmary today. Between the kid with the hole in his chest and the numerous knocked unconscious they had their work cut out for them. "Brutus Drexo versus Lia Mosk." She sat back to continue watching.
 
Character: Frank Estello


Location: Teacher's viewpoint


Doing: Arriving Late


With: Teachers (presumably)


Frank stepped in from wherever the entrance to the area where Nishira and the teachers were watching the fights, looking somewhat anxious, "Ah, apologies everyone, I was busy doing some last minute checks on the integrity of the arena, wards runes and such. Making sure we don't risk any potential assets to a spectator sport. I do hope I overdid it. Better that than the alternative." the way he spoke made it seem almost as if he were against the competition, at least until he glanced out the window, "They're good kids, in their own way. I wonder how much they'll grow from this experience."
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Nishira (@folclor ) & the rest of the school


What I'm Doing: Observing & Critiquing


The monk watched with interest as his apprentice stepped into the fray. He watched her stance and technique, he was not concerned with whether or not she would win. That was a foregone conclusion at this early stage given her training. Her stance was a bit wider then he would've liked, as it gave a potential to be unstable with limited ability to react to a much more nimble foe. But once the fight was quickly over he nodded to the headmistress. "No, I do not mind headmistress." Giving a small nod. "She would be a good choice for that roll."


After watching the latest fight he was inclined to agree with Nishira's thought, the Sith could very well be a very beneficial teacher for the nen witch. Looking briefly to the lich he responded. "I feel need to see her use her full potential before offering anything more then perhaps the Sith could offer her something." Turning back to the arena he reached for his coffee cup. From Mr. Drexo he quite expected a good showing, and something a bit more brutal then the other students could offer, given his size and apparent strength.


Giving Frank a small grin and slight shake of his head. "Frank you do worry to much." Nodding his thanks to the man anyways. "They shall Yale away more then we can know, even the ones who lose in this first round."
 
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Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Entire school


What I'm Doing: Fighting some guy I've never seen


Brutus looked at this new enemy, took a good look and took a mental guess to how strong this person was. He then proceeded to take out the M-3 the device popping up with a satisfying sound and fired off three shots. Two shots for the shoulders and one for the head, the headmistress did say not to hold back and he had no attachments to this random person, which made his decision of shot placement all the easier. With that thought he fired the rest of the his clip into the beings chest, ejected his thermal clip, put a new one in, and walked back to the rest of the students. He hadn't bothered with a 'quip' as some humans do, and he hadn't given the enemy a chance to strike. Brutal, cold, but efficient.
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: My students and teachers (@KalenNighteyes @Rookie @HanaJuni @TommyGun15 @BuzzedBeelzebub @BloodHasSpilled @StartingOver @shadowstrikr25 @Crimrose @Pinkalyn @Mad Prince of Sanity @CERBERUS177 @Happy Red Mage @Lunaria Silver @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK 50 09)


What I'm doing: Watching


"So the Turian would benefit from ranged practice. Possibly some hand to hand," Nishira murmured. She nodded to Frank, almost as a 'Come over here, we need to talk,' motion. "Next we have Connor Shaw versus Shimest Harel. Begin." So far the showings weren't that impressive, though she had decided the bird would become the Protector. She still needed to find her Summoner. Initially she'd thought it to be James but with his poor performance...


"Ah, well, we'll have to see," she sighed.
 
Character: Frank Estello


Location: Arena Overview


With: Everyone! Almost, at least


Doing: Responding


Frank was just about to engage Delrick in potentially deep and philosophical conversation when he took note of Nishira's beckons. He held his hand up to Delrick in a manner to indicate that he'd need a moment, then turned to march straight to Nishira, standing straight and proud, but with his head lowered at a respectful degree to acknowledge his superior, "Yes, Headmistress?"
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Nishira (@folclor ), Frank (@Pinkalyn ) & the rest of the school


What I'm Doing: Observing & Critiquing


"Mr. Drexo would benefit from hand combat lessons, though perhaps with his size and strength, melee weapons would be a better choice." While he had no doubt the Turian would be good with his hands, but he could be better with a bladed weapon of some kind.


Delrick accepted Frank's polite monetary excuse as he was called by the headmistress. 'Must keep the queen of webs happy.' He thought with a small bit of humour, that he knew she would not find objectionable.
 
Location- arena


Who I'm with- everybody


What I'm doing- giving congrats


Violet walked over to Why'nn and wrapped her arms around her friend from behind.


"Good job Why'nn!" She smiled. "Try not to worry about Connor too much." She patted Why'nn on the shoulder before moving to Ivela. "Hey dude!" She squezzed her shoulder. "Good job! You did great!" She smiled at her before finding Grim. "Hey love!" She walked over and gave Grim a big hug. "You did great Otter boy, becareful next fight please."
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Everyone


What I'm Doing: Fighting


Connor stared across the arena at this Shimest Harel. He'd never seen them before so he didn't know what this person was capable of. As they stared one another down, Connor let out a smile as Victor spoke in his mind.


'Control his mind. I know you can do that much. You helped your girlfriend back from that brink two days ago.' Victor said.


Connor closed his eyes and took a breath. Controlling or messing with someone's mind was a trick he'd save for later. Right now, he would simply use his telekinesis and his lightsaber. As Connor opened his eyes, he noticed Shimest was no where to be seen. As he was about to turn around, Connor felt a blow to his back, which made him stumble forward and almost lose his footing. Laughing, Connor turned around and looked at Shimest. "You're quick. Why don't you try that again?"





Shimest said nothing, but moved quickly toward Connor. Again, Connor closed his mind and looked into Shimest's mind. The other boy's thoughts betrayed him as they showed Connor what he needed to know. Immediately, his eyes snapped open and he dove to the side, avoiding a kick to the head. However, Connor hadn't noticed the fist that flew at him. It caught Connor right in the face, breaking his nose. Dazed slightly and bleeding from his nose, Connor shook his head and grinned at Shimest as he was recovering. Wanting to be ready, Connor drew his blade, and moved back toward him. Having recovered, the other boy moved, once again, to kick Connor in the head.


With a pop and a hiss, the blue blade shot to life, and as Connor ducked under the leg, he brought his blade up and sliced through it, and into the boy's arm. As he skidded to a halt, Connor stood and turned, watching as his opponent fell to the ground screaming in pain as he was missing half his leg and his arm at the elbow. "Good fight," Connor said, disengaging his blade and clipping it to his belt once more.
 
Location: The Arena (Nishira/Why'nn)


Who I'm with: My students and teachers (@KalenNighteyes @Rookie @HanaJuni @TommyGun15 @BuzzedBeelzebub @StartingOver @shadowstrikr25 @Crimrose @Pinkalyn @Mad Prince of Sanity @CERBERUS177 @Happy Red Mage @Lunaria Silver @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK 50 09)/mostly Violet and James (Nishira/Why'nn)


What I'm doing: Conspiring/Meditating (Nishira/Why'nn)


Nishira smiled and offered her hand to Frank. "Dear Frank. You know the students won't actually be killed. The nurses are on scene. By the way, can you tell me how your experiments are currently going with Tetsuko and Miss Canthet?" Her voice was soft enough that only Frank and Delrick would hear her. None of the students would be able to hear. "Next battle: Flal versus Strinic! Begin!"


Why'nn was jolted out of meditation as arms wrapped around her from behind. Her eyes shot open. "Huh?" She looked around but Violet was already gone. She stood and made her way over to James. "I... watched your match... but I did not understand it," she murmured. Her brow was furrowed. Slowly, she reached out to take his hand.
 
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Location: The Arena


Who I'm speaking to: Why'nn (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Explaining


James laughed again at the mention of his fight earlier. As he regained his composure, he explained the circumstances of the fight.


"A couple days ago, that guy was being an ass to some younger students in the lunchroom. I responded to this by hypnotizing him into stripping naked and doing the chicken dance, leaving the trigger phrase "chicken strips" in his mind in case I needed to stop him again. As it happens, I ended up fighting him here, and I used to trigger to force him to dance while I cut his throat. A bit of a cheap tactic maybe, but it worked."

 

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Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Why'nn, James, others


What I'm Doing: Sitting


Connor walked along the seats in the arena and found Why'nn. 'Hey! I saw your fight. That was pretty awesome.' Connor took a seat next to Why'nn, and smiled. His nose had mostly stopped bleeding, and most of the blood was cleaned from his face, but he clearly hadn't gone to get it treated by a nurse yet. He wanted to find Why'nn first. He looked to James and nodded. "Hey guys. My fight was pretty disappointing...Why'nn did amazing, but James, I'm not exactly sure what to make of yours. I mostly found myself laughing."
 
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