Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Location: The Arena


With: Everyone, and maybe a purple squirrel? Everything got fuzzy.


Doing: Watching intently, then tripping balls.


The second Reagan heard James was fighting she began watching the arena intently, trying to find out her prospective opponent's strategy. She was more than a little irritated when he used fog to conceal everything, although she did get a good look at how he was using the mana available. When she started inhaling the pollen, she became very aggitated, to the point where she was sparking again. 'Stupid dust... making me see everything funny. He'll pay for this' What irritated her even more was that she was slightly more inclined to root for him as he was trying to work the crowd that was also tripping balls. 'He's. Messing. With. My Head. I'm going to paint the walls with his ashes!' As the fight ended, she started to come down from the trip as the pollen dispersed. She did allow herself a smile. She had a plan to deal with him.
 
Location: The Arena (Why'nn/Nishira)


Who I'm with: Sieghart and James (@TommyGun15)/Everyone and the two new fighters (@Lunaria Silver) (Why'nn/Nishira)


What I'm doing: Talking then fighting/Observing (Why'nn/Nishira)


Why'nn drew in a deep breath, then sprung from behind the concession stand, embracing James tightly.





"That was amazing! James, you fight like the sorcerers and wizards of my homeland! Were we in Thay you would surely be trained as a red wizard. Even though you are an outlander I am certain you would be chosen!" The girl offered him some of her gummies. "Sir Sieghart gave me sweets! He is good at making them and these taste so good! James, I must tell you something important."





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Nishira sighed and shook her head. "Oh Victor, I had much too much confidence in your abilities." She huffed. "Why'nn Canthet versus Ivela Zoldyk. Do try and make this interesting for me, girls."





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Why'nn blinked, hearing her name called.





"I shall tell you afterward. Will you hold my gummies for me? You may have some if you wish."





The girl left her sweets with James and walked into the pit, a little nervous as she noticed neither Father nor Mother were there. Still, she readied her scythe, this time beginning the battle with her blade out. Her expression was serious and she prepared herself for what was likely to be a rough fight.
 
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Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Reagan is glaring at me (@shadowstrikr25 )


What I'm doing: Reading a spell book


James smiled as he watched Why'nn head off to fight, then placed five coins on the concession stand.


"I'll have a bag of these... gummies, I guess."


A few minutes later, James was sitting next to Artemis and Pale Luna, reading a spell book and furiously taking notes on a more powerful sleep spell. His two companions were both munching on their snacks while James ate some gummies and guarded Why'nn's candy from Artemis and Luna, who seemed interested in them.


As he was doing this, he noticed Reagan glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. James turned his head slightly and stared back at her.


"Can I help you?"

 

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Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Violet (@StartingOver ) and Grim (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna ) /Why'nn (@folclor )


What I'm Doing: Preparing to Fight


Ivela blinked repeatedly until her vision returned to normal, a little discouraged at the fact that she had been unable to transmute a fog. After a moment of sitting there, she slapped herself on her forehead in exasperation. She could have transmuted aura in her hands into poison, which she could then pair with her claw like hand. 'I'm an idiot.'


Right as Ivela was beginning to try to train herself to do such a thing, her name was called. Well then. It would seem she was out of time.


She took her violin and bow out of the case, electing not to bring the case with her.


"I'll be back, win or lose. Wish me luck!" She told Violet and Grim before walking down to the Arena.


She stepped into the pit, standing on the opposite side of Why'nn. She held her violin in position to begin playing, though she did not yet start.


Ivela was fully prepared to start with either Musical Discord (daggers) or Symphonic Sheets (flexible shields.)


However, she decided to start this confrontation off the same way she started off any dangerous contract she had ever had in the past. Dangerous meaning the job was hardly worth the money...the best compliment a target for an assassination could ever receive.


"Hello. I don't believe we've met. My name is Ivela Zoldyck." She stated in a monotone, eyes devoid of all emotion. While she had not "flipped her switch" she was making a conscious effort to stay cold and calculating throughout the battle.


'A scythe wielder...it's been a very long time since I fought one of those. Stealth won't work here. I don't know her particular style. We are on even footing there at least.' Her eyes darkened. 'This would not be easy.'


Looking at her violin, most people would assume that her "magic" came from it. No. Her nen had nothing to do with the violin. It had been a learning crutch when she was younger. Now it was there to fool people. With the enhancement on it, it seemed as though it wasn't normal.
 
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Characters: Frank and Tetsuko


Location: Laboratory


Doing: Repairs


With: Each other


Frank hums quietly as he makes a few more last minute adjustments. The materials he had to work with were running thin. This, much like her personality, was little more than a patch. It seemed that, despite raw power, the girl lacked enough common sense that she was doing almost as much damage to herself as her opponent. He noticed that her own self-repairing properties were returning. That would have to be enough. The tournament would continue, with or without his new weapon. He turned away from her, ready to prepare several other concoctions and make contact with his outside laboratories when he heard a voice.


"Frank-senpai. I won. It hurt.. so very badly.. but I didn't let them see." the voice was trembling. Something very unlike what he expected of the automaton. More than that, she claimed that she had felt pain. None of the tests he had performed previously indicated she even had the capacity to comprehend pain.


Turning slowly on heel, watch in hand, Frank looked over Tetsuko's badly broken body. If this had been a student, they'd have likely died. He only allowed Tetsuko to fight because he knew it would be necessary for Nishira to accept the girl, an intruder in this place. But with this information, something had changed. "Why didn't you want them to see you hurt?" Frank asked solemnly, keeping a stern face.


"Because... if it bleeds, then it can be killed. If it feels pain, it can be dissuaded. If it shows weakness, then it's not worthy of perfection. I want.. I want to be perfect for you, Senpai. But... why don't I bleed? I feel like I used to bleed." Tetsuko reached down with her good hand, caressing the hole in her chest. Inside was an almost solid mass of silvery musculature, a layer of mechanical tissue.


It had occurred to Frank previously that Tetsuko had once been a human. She clearly wasn't now, but in his haste to study this new creature he had glossed over the fact that she could still have human feelings. Thoughts and emotions of her own. Buried beneath the crazed sociopath that he had patched over. "Tetsuko-chan... what are your goals in life?" he asked quietly. He had asked her a similar question previously.


"To..." she hesitated. Her patched 'software' was encoded to have the utmost desire to serve and idolize Frank because it was easier to manipulate her so long as that was in effect, but instead of saying, 'To serve and protect Frank-Senpai' the words to escape her lips were, "To become the ultimate weapon, is what I desire most."


Frank nodded slowly. There was something inside of Tetsuko that he hadn't changed. That he likely couldn't change. "Then you must understand that care and planning are as potent as force and destruction. You barely survived in one on one combat, twice. The damage you've sustained in each fight is compounding."


Tetsuko only smiled now, something that threw Frank on guard. Turning to look him dead in the eyes, she shared a moment of contact with the doctor before saying, "When I was fighting that boy, he took my arm... he shot a hole in my chest first, and it hardly slowed me down, but he took my arm and I remembered something. What it was like to lose a piece of myself." she held up the stump for Frank to see. It was already starting to regrow itself from the reserve of cellular matter in her cannon. "Frank, I heard his heart beating. I made him bleed, like I couldn't. I made him bleed so badly that he died for it. He begged for mercy. He feared death. It was so... very human of him." she lowered her arm and the rest of her body down to the table.


"You said that you felt pain. What pain did you feel? Was it because he shot your arm off?" Frank inquired, trying to gather as much information from this as possible.


"No. It was the voices, clawing their way back into my head. The voices that just won't go away.. no matter how many I kill. The ones that say this is wrong. The ones that say this is right. They promised me... they promised that they would take it away. Frank-senpai, they promised they would rid me of my humanity if I became their weapon. So why do I still feel like I should be human? I'm nothing but metal... I'm a robot, but I can't think to take any form but this body which betrayed me. I could build the most complex mind, capable of feats of genius, but I still... I still cling to the memories. I can still see their bodies. The corpses of my classmates... the jail cell.. the dead inmates. It was to be my death sentence. They would strip me of everything. But.. I'm.. still.. here."


It confirmed everything Frank was afraid of. Not only was the personality patch failing so soon, but Tetsuko was becoming more aware. If she were simply a weapon then it would all be easy. Assign her to a student like a bodyguard, allow them to grow together as such. A symbiote. But this girl... the way she thought, it was unlikely she'd develop into anything less than a parasite. "That is something that I can work on, Tetsuko. If you remain in this school, and follow just a few rules, with time I can fix you. That's what you want, isn't it? To become perfect."


"Free me from the voices, Dr. Estello. I know what you did. You changed me, and I allowed you to. I wanted you to. I wanted you to save me from my own morality. Break these chains that tell me right and wrong. Set me free, Frank, and sing me that sweet lullaby one more time. I know that when I wake again it will only cause you pain, but even then please remember me... and that I don't want to be human anymore."


--A scene in which Frank applies the personality patch to Tetsuko once more, and sends out several requests to other labs for supplies and research.--


Character: Frank Estello


Location: Arena


Doing: Returning


With: Nishira @folclor and others


Frank returns to the spectator's section, not by rune but on foot. It takes quite some time, and several fights seem to have passed before he finally makes it back to Nishira's side. He looks rather grave, and speaks in a more formal tone than is normal even for him.


"It's done. She is currently in the process of self-repair. The damage was... surprisingly extensive. She would have survived without intervention, but I believe she would not have been able to participate in another fight so soon. This way, she'll at least have a chance against her next opponent. When next you call for her she should be ready. Thank you for granting me temporary pardon during this most crucial event of the year. That said, this also gave me the chance to contact my outside sources and the results of three of the eighty-two serums in testing will be ready shortly. It's difficult to have a precise measurement of time cross-dimensionally, but I expect the shipment to arrive tonight." he had managed to speed up the production considerably thanks to Tetsuko, by sending samples of her assimilation cells across the laboratories under his control. As he had suspected, they could also be modified, and using the substance that had been given to him by Nishira for his gene splicing experiments, he could introduce them into a host body like a controlled virus. Even when things seemed grim, Frank's luck was interestingly miraculous at times.
 
Location: Outside / The Arena


Who I'm with: Valian (@folclor ) /Violet (@StartingOver ) & Ivela (@Lunaria Silver )


What I'm doing: Talking / Starting to feel like that one time I ate those mushrooms...


Delrick


The monk listened to the young man, understanding not wanting to hurt his friend, but not seeing why he was not willing to stand up for and by someone he called his brother. 'You care about him, that is for certain, but you need to be there for him.'


Standing his full height Delrick frowned slightly at Valian. "That does not sound like hate. I know, intimately, what hatred is. Did you consider that Miss Carver has trouble interacting with others? That she knows only how to lash out at anyone who she sees as opposing her?" His arms shifted to be crossed the opposite direction over his chest. "You must confront her and talk, or even fight her, to settle this. In the short time she has been at this school I know she respects strength and standing by friends."


His frown grew as Valian continued with his downward emotional self induced spiral. 'Man up and fight for your friend.' Before Valian could react the monk's hand shot out with an open palm to strike his cheek. There was enough force behind the slap to jolt the young man's attention and sting, but not enough to knock him over or injure him. "Who are you? You claim to be his brother. If that is true you'll be there for him, to protect him, to guide him," Leaning in to get directly eye level with the now no doubt shocked boy. "To fight for him and with him." His eyes narrowed just a touch while his voice remained calm. "You would hold his friendship in such low regard as to think he would abandon you? Think how he feel if you left him. Think how you felt when your other so called friends left you, now keep in mind Mr. Shell is literally a social animal, now magnify that hurt you felt by a factor of five." He kept his gaze and posture the same as he let that sink in and process before continuing. "Your selfish attitude is what's not good for brother, if he truly is that to you. So knock this childish act out." If Valian was anything like most males he'd dealt with, and after three years of teaching and watching him grow Delrick was certain he was to an extent, he would be feeling a little angry if not outright mad at the accusations and assault on his friendship, loyalty, and face.


Delrick was prepared for any outcome Valian could think of, or act on.


Grim


The otter giggled a little as Ivela inadvertently tickled it as she moved his tail onto Violets back, he nodded and smiled still munching happily on the last of the candied nuts. Enjoying the spectacle before him. "Dat Madigan be re'lly gud! Haha!" His whiskers twitching as he sniffed at the air, watching the patterns in the fog and shift in colours.


When the suggestion at owning an undead unicorn came up, he quickly wrinkled his snout and whiskers, shaking his head. "Ugh! Nay! I'll not be near dat t'ing!" The thought of unnatural creations such as that beast made the mustelid's skin crawl.


As the fight ended and as he came down from the pollen Grim let out a deep sigh and licked and smacked his lips, trying get the dry sticky taste out of his mouth. He finished off his water and waved his paw at Ivela, giving her a sort of salute. "Luck lass!" He quickly looked around, as if he were realizing where he was. But he was looking for Valian, hoping he'd come back, but when he didn't see him, the otter hugged his Violet tightly and focused on the fight between her friend and his little sister.
 
Location: The Arena/Outside


Who I'm with: My opponent (@Lunaria Silver)/Frank and others (@Pinkalyn)/Sensei Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna)


What I'm doing: Calming and fighting/Watching/Realizing





"I am Why'nn Canthet. I do hope we can fight to the death."





The girl moved with a grace she had not in her previous battle. As soon as she was close enough, her scythe whirled into action, the humming, white-hot blade slamming down at the arm that held the instrument. It would, no doubt, sever the arm at the shoulder if Ivela didn't move.


Why'nn's manner was serious. There was no showmanship from her, no smiles. If Ivela managed to touch Why'nn she would feel a wave of fatigue and blood would begin to pour from all of her orifices.


---


Nishira crossed her legs, suddenly realizing someone had left her a cup of estus. How had they gotten it in her hand without her knowing? Oh well. She drank it down and willed the container out of existence.





"Very good, Frank. I look forward to seeing what you come up with. As you watch the fights with me, do make mental notes of which students could use improvements."





---


Valian was about to respond to the points about Violet, possibly even agree with the sensei, but the slap knocked the response from his lips. His eyes widened, his jaw set, he looked up at the sensei on complete shock as he tried to swallow down the anger that he worked so hard to bury. Sensei's words were goading that anger out and he put more effort toward drowning it out until he couldn't anymore.





"Of course he's my brother! You think I'd spend three fucking years cultivating a bond with someone who wasn't family?" His fists clenched. Instead of the light he normally radiated, Valian began to radiate shadow. This was not a thing he'd done in the entirety of his time at this school. "You're questioning my loyalty. You don't have the right to do that. I would die for him." The anger was, yet, overshadowed by the misery, but then something else seemed to break through. The shadow still radiated, but his hands relaxed.





"No, no, you're right. I'm being a bit pathetic. Grim doesn't deserve to have this decision made for him. If I'm really the brother I say I am, the brother he thinks I am, I wouldn't be doing this. I should go back to him. He's probably worried."
 
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Location: Outside


Who I'm with: Valian (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Talking


Delrick stood his ground, a small ghost of a smile on his lips when he saw the reaction in Valian. "No I do not think you would waste your time like that. You are to too smart for that." 'Good. You've not left entirely. There is still fire in you.' The monk nodded slowly. "I have every right to question you and your loyalties." His arms moved out to the side, palms up. "I am always your sensei. There is a lesson to learn in everything you do. Without struggle you cannot become stronger." The shadows coming off of the young man were new, but not unwelcomed. 'Nishira will be pleased with this change no doubt.'


Delrick smiled openly at the last statement. "I'm sure he is, go and be with your brother." Motioning towards the school. "But before you go, what are you going to do if Violet is still sitting with him?" Delrick could sense a change in the young man, but it did not signify a downward spiral as before. The monk was curious how would respond.
 
Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Why'nn (@folclor )


What I'm Doing: Dodging


Ivela chuckled as she began to play a simple, childish melody on her violin.


"Why else would we fight if not to the death?"


While Ivela.had been talking, the girl was suddenly in front of her, already going for her arm.


Ivela didn't even try to block it with her shields, but she did stop playing. Clearly this girl was fast. However, Ivela was fast too.


She dropped to a crouch to avoid the scythe before jumping to the other side of the arena. Ivela did this just in the nick of time, although she did manage to get a scrape on her shoulder. As the blade was hot, it also seared the wound. It hurt, but pain was something she was acustomed to.


She had always preferred to fight from a distance.


As soon as she was away from the scythe wielder, she began to play again.


As she played black music notes swiftly appeared in the air before warping into sharp, pure black daggers. They launched themselves at her opponent's arms, not wishing to deal with the scythe any longer than nessecary.


However, Ivela also used In to make 2 daggers practically invisible to most people. Those shot towards the center of Why'nn's back.


There were a number of ways to avoid those, one being using Gyo (or any other method of focusing on something hard to see.) The other would be to feel them cutting through the air.
 
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Location: Outside/The Arena


Who I'm with: Sensei, then Grim and Violet (@StartingOver)/Ivela (@Lunaria Silver)


What I'm doing: Returning/Fighting


Valian smiled slightly at the monk's reply. This wasn't a wide, happy smile, but more subdued. After a moment, he pondered the question. "I don't know. Sit down anyway. I'm kind of done with drama so... If she has a problem with it, she can deal with me or leave."


The young man turned and trekked back to the school, entering and making his way back to the Arena. He found he couldn't stifle the shadows, but he shrugged and went to sit beside his brother.


"So, what'd I miss?" he asked. He was still smiling, gently, and something was different in his gaze.


---


'This is a kind of bardic magic I have not yet seen!' That thought came with an excitement, a taste for more. The black daggers hurtled toward her and she spun her scythe, knocking away most of them. One managed to tear her left sleeve and glove to expose the metal arm beneath. It left a scrape, one that the girl winced at, though she had not seen the hit.


Just in time, she felt the air shift and moved. One of the invisible daggers flew past her while the other embedded itself in her cybernetic arm. Why'nn let out a hiss, then tore it out. Swiftly, she murmured a prayer and the pit was engulfed in a mist. Ivela would not be able to see Why'nn, nor Why'nn Ivela. However, Delrick's apprentice closed her eyes, extinguished her blade, and envisioned the pit in her mind. She remembered where her opponent was and, swiftly and silently, converted her weapon into its rifle mode. She took aim and fired.


A bullet soared through the air, threatening to pierce Ivela's chest. The aim wasn't perfect. It wouldn't hit the heart, but it would likely nick an artery. If the assassin was able to listen over the conversations of the crowd, the rustlings and shufflings, she might've heard the bolt click into place or the trigger click. The question was: How fast could Ivela dodge?


Obscuring Mist - Pathfinder_OGC
 
Location: Outside / The Arena


Who I'm with: Valian (@folclor ) / Violet (@StartingOver ) / Nishira & Frank (@Pinkalyn )


What I'm doing: Talking / Watching the fights


Delrick


The monk nodded and returning the smile. "That is good." He watched as Valian walked back to the school. 'They will need each other sooner then they know.'


He took a step towards the school, when he set his other foot down he was standing next to Nishira and Frank. "Mr. Hallowsworn is returning back to the arena." He smiled as he watched Why'nn in the pit until the mist covered the area. 'Good. Take away visual advantages.' The warlock leaned in closer to Nishira. "There has been a change in Mr. Hallowsworn, it would seem that his light has been replaced with shadows." He remained close by in case there was a discussion, but he watched the mist discerning what was happening despite not physically being able to see.


Why'nn would feel his presence through the binding and his pride for her and encouragement.


Grim


Having been engrossed in the fight the otter started sniffing the air when Valian got near and he smiled. "'Ey bruddeh!" He playfully slapped him on the shoulder, glad he was back. "Dat Madigan an Why'nn's mate fought. It were an odd fight. Der were a fog, an I t'ink one o'dem used ah..." He snaked his fingers trying to find the right word for hallucinating. "Somet'ing ta make ya see t'ings dat ain't der." When he looked to his brother he could see and sense a change in him, but he was glad he was back. So he didn't ask about it.
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna) and Frank (@Pinkalyn)/Grim and Violet (@StartingOver)


What I'm doing: Talking


Her monk's response brought a smile to her lips. "Good. This will help moving forward. Though... Frank, if I bring you one of that species, would you be willing to dissect it so we can learn more? Thus far he's rather uncatalogued and I'd like to fix that." She crossed her arms, then jumped slightly as the sound of a gunshot rang out from the pit. "Delrick... do either of those girls use firearms?"


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Valian nodded. "I see, I see. Sounds like hallucinations. Sad I missed it, then. Just needed to step out and get some fresh air. You know how it is." He chuckled a little bit. "And now I see the pit's covered in mist and there's gunfire. Who's fighting right now?" Maybe he'd go get some snacks since he wasn't about to fight again in the tournament.
 
Location- Arena


Who I'm with- Grim(@Grim Wraithe Stjerna) Valian(@folclor


What I'm doing- Coming down.


Violet blinked looked around. Ivela was gone but Valian was here. "Hello."she said to Valian giving a way. She patted Grim's head and smiled at him glad to see that he was happy.


"I kinda want a water, what did you want Valian?" She asked standing up and standing in front of him.
 
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Location: Outside / The Arena


Who I'm with: Valian (@folclor ) / Violet (@StartingOver ) / Nishira & Frank (@Pinkalyn )


What I'm doing: Talking / Watching the fights


Delrick


The monk smiled and almost laughed out loud at Nishira's reaction and question about the gunfire. With some subdued humor in his voice he answered. "My little bird does." It was a shame no one would see the girl use the smile rifle. "It's something we've been working on."


Grim


The otter chuckled. "Aye it were." He crumpled up the bag of candied nuts and casually tossed it into the fog bank. "Uh, it be Why'nn and Ivela." Grim looked between the two, and hoped things would go better, and that they both would stay. He smiled at both his brother and his Vi.
 
Shard


Location: Teacher's balcony.. again


With: Delrick and Nsihra @folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Action: Wanting a change of scenery, propositioning Delrick.... ;)


Shard was all but disgruntled as he found himself teleporting back to the teacher's balcony yet again. Repetition and consistency of any sort crawled beneath his skin like cockroaches and this even made the fact he found the Delrick he was looking for bring only a slight smile to his features. "Greetings Delrick! I must say you are a difficult man to find when one begins with the last places you would ever be. Apparently that rule only applies to things like socks or your wallet and/or keys you happen to be forgetting... but I digress! Despite earlier proclamations made by myself, given recent transpirings out in the Astral Sea, I have come to ask if you would like to entangle our bodies..." Shard paused to snap a fan into his hand and begin fanning Nishira with it, breaking off his speech to Delrick to bring his attention to her "Would not want you getting over-heated at incorrect prospects dear Keeper..."


He then brought his attention back to Delrick before continuing "....in the pitched, glorious dance of a sparring match!" Shard tilted his head in thought before humming "Though now that I think about it, the prospect of seeing us in combat may be all it takes for the Keeper's sensibilities to be... overloaded." Shard subsequently replaced the fan with a large block of ice and handed it to Nishira and extending a hand to Delrick "Well then, what do you say?"
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna) and Shard (@Mad Prince of Sanity)/Grim and Violet (@StartingOver)


What I'm doing: Getting annoyed/Talking


"The bird has a gun? Interesting... Well, I guess we'll see who comes out of this a winner. I quite hope Miss Zoldyk is worth pursuing as a future asset."


Nishira glared at Shard, smashing her fist through the ice block, aiming her blow at Shard's face.


"Delrick has duties right now. You want to fight? Do it on your own time. Right now I need Delrick's attention focused on the matches. We need to assess the students' skill levels. Cease your ridiculousness or I shall have to make an example of you." At the end of this statement, the lich stood, glaring pointedly down at Shard. "If you would like to do something of use, watch the battles and, if your tiny brain can conceive of it, come up with something that will help the students get stronger."


---


"Oh. Hey Violet. Yeah. Um, a water and a bag of pretzels. Thanks." Valian nodded to her. "Little sister, eh? Nice. I'd like to actually see what's going on, though. Didn't you say last one used fog, too? What is it with the firsties this year? A little sad I skipped out on my match..."
 
Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Why'nn (@folclor )


What I'm Doing: Still Dodging


Ivela's eyes widened as she caught the click of the trigger. She was already focused on the fight, and was paying little to no attention to what was going on outside of the pit.


Ivela had dodged bullets before, yes, but usually she could see where they were coming from. Ivela took a gamble and spun to the side, continuing to play.


Unfortunately, she was not fast enough and caught a bullet to her upper left side.


She hissed in pain, faltering in her step for a brief moment.


'That's two wounds.'


This mist was a problem. She couldn't see...but perhaps she wouldn't have to. Ivela had learned most of the advanced techniques of nen with decent proficiency, so she should be able to cover the pit.


Ivela closed her eyes for a brief second, feeling her aura extend around the pit. Using En she could feel everything in the pit, almost as though she was seeing them.


What she hoped Why'nn would not realize was that it could be tiring to maintain. That being said, Ivela demagerialised all of the daggers she had left in the arena.


Even though she tried to make it unoticable, the 4 daggers she sent flying towards Why'nn's location were a bit slower than the daggers she had launched previously. She did not know where the daggers were headed, but she had launched them a little bit higher.


Of course, she had full control of the daggers even after she shot them, so as long as she hit somewhere, she would attempt to make the daggers crush Why'nn's heart.


The fact that she was playing music made it very easy for her to be found, but she did not stop.


Not even to attempt to stop the bleeding on her side.


Look under advanced techniques.
 
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Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Valian (@folclor ) & Violet (@StartingOver ) / Nishira , Frank (@Pinkalyn ), and Shard (@Mad Prince of Sanity )


What I'm doing: Talking & Watching the fights


Grim


His paws squeezed her hand as she offered to get Valian something from the concessions. He nodded looking back to the pit. "Aye, she started with 'er scythe thing, tried to take Ivela's arm clan off!" He made a slashing motion at his own left shoulder. "Dat dey did. Dunno, but de last fog were a lot of fun." He grinned and hoped the fog would clear soon. "Mayhaps ye can still get called?"


Delrick


Nodding his head to Nishira. "Yes, and she's quite good with it, despite its size. As for Miss Zoldyk, she's shown good potential in class, though she does tend to lean towards unseen tactics. Like most assassin's."


The warlock smiled and shook his head at the personification of chaos comparison between him and lost keys. "It's part of my job to be hard to find." He raised an eyebrow at what the Shard was suggesting, but stood silently as the headmistress stepped in to take control of the essence of unrule. Holding back a laugh, but not suppressing a smile when she punched through the ice.
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: My opponent (@Lunaria Silver)/My brother (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna)/Delrick and Shard (@Mad Prince of Sanity)


What I'm doing: Fighting/Talking/Observing


Why'nn dropped to a prone position, reacquiring her target and firing another round. If it hit, it would barely graze Ivela's shoulder. Her eyes remained closed. Something was... off in the air. It was like something was moving but... she couldn't figure out what it was. 'But it is not safe to stay. She has surely triangulated my location from those two shots.'


The apprentice rushed toward the other girl's location, no longer nervous about letting her opponent know where she was as she converted her weapon back to a scythe. Her blade sprung to life. The white blade shone in the gloom as Why'nn leapt toward her opponent. Still, she made no verbal exclamation as she swung, hoping to cleave her opponent in half at the waist.


---


Valian's eyebrow quirked as he noticed the girl's blade became visible. "Looks like something's happening." He shook his head at Grim's suggestion. "Nah, I doubt I'll get a second chance. I kinda... forfeited my match. You know how Sensei and Headmistress are. Sticklers for rules and all." Still, he laughed a bit. "I hope you don't mind that I ran off like that. I... was not very smart."


---


Nishira grinned. "Your apprentice is aggressive, Delrick. That's good. I want her to fight harder. Giving her a harsh opponent is good. And Ivela... that girl needs more training. She could be wonderful but I worry that, currently, she's too timid. Thoughts?"
 
Location- Arena


Who I'm with- Alone


What I'm doing- Walking


Violet gave a wave and jogged over to the food stands. "Why if it isn't my favorite member of the school!" She smiled at Seighart. "May I have two waters please, oh and do you have popcorn by chance?" She asked looking over the stuff he was selling.


"it's okay of you don't, sometimes you surpirse me with what you do and don't have."
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Valian (@folclor ) & Violet (@StartingOver ) / Nishira , Frank (@Pinkalyn ), and Shard (@Mad Prince of Sanity )


What I'm doing: Talking & Watching the fights


Grim


He leaned forward at the same time Valian called attention to the blade igniting. "Aye, wish de fog would go." Still trying to peer through the fog. "Aye, dey be dat. But ye never know with dem." He shrugged and smiled, but knew Valian was more then likely right. The otter waved the comment off. "Tis fine, I un'ers'an though. But ye be back!"


Delrick


"She is and seems to thrive on challenges, still does not know when or how to quit." She would hear the pride in his voice, but only Nishira would hear it. Frank and Shard would only hear his normal tone. "That may be only due to her training as an assassin. Preferring fights she chooses on her terms. If she has the advantages she does very well. But more open combat training would not hurt."
 
Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Why'nn (@folclor )


What I'm Doing: Trying to End this


Ivela thanked whatever deity that might have been there that she had been using En. She had also felt the bullet coming towards her, but knew that the more pressing matter was to avoid the scythe. The bullet grazed her shoulder. She had felt every move Why'nn had made towards her, and felt the blade swinging towards her. As the crowd couldn't see her, she felt no need to remain holding the Violin. Besides, continuing to play it seemed to be hindering her.


She threw the violin to the side, confident that it wouldn't break as she backflipped away. While she did so, she used Symphonic Sheets to warp around the blade, dulling it until the white hot blade managed to melt the pages.


The pages took on the properties of metal, and were abnormally strong for that reason. They also had a cloth like feel to them, so they were flexible. She began running through the arena, using Rhythym Echo to create afterimages of herself, in the hopes that they would confuse her opponent.


Ivela hoped that the dulled scythe and after-images would provide enough distraction for her to use Requiem Bars. She felt like if she made a cage out of them Why'nn would simply destroy the bars with some spell. No...she would have to wrap them around her like chains. She used In on the music staffs so that they would be invisible, even though she wasn't sure if Why'nn could even see in this situation.


Ivela let out a loud laugh, even though she was getting quite tired out. The laugh would, hopefully, also distract Why'nn from the abnormally strong music staffs that were in the process of surrounding her.


The blood loss from her still bleeding sigh was a bit problematic, but she was used to being bled. She could last a little longer before the affects of it really started to take their toll.


Her music staffs made from steel/nen were exceptionally strong, due to the fact that they had been fortified by a Vow and Limitation. She made the vow that if she used Requiem Bars she would always go for a killing blow, unless she was completely unable to fight. If she ever broke that vow, she herself would die.


As a final gamble in the term of distractions, Ivela and her after-images all ran towards Why'nn, each brandishing a dagger. (Of course only the real Ivela could actually use the dagger.)
 
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Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: My brother (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna)/Delrick and Shard (@Mad Prince of Sanity)/My opponent and her clones (@Lunaria Silver)


What I'm doing: Talking/Observing/Fighting


Valian nodded. "I'm glad, you know. I... missed you a lot. I was just being stupid. If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to Violet about seeing a way that we can both be around you. It doesn't really matter if we don't like each other. We both care for you so... I'll endure anything for my brother." He laughed. "I want you to be happiest you can be."


---


"Oh, it's getting interesting. Delrick, we are about to witness something, I feel it. Watch for your bird." Nishira leaned forward. This would get interesting, indeed.


---


As Why'nn's scythe blade was pure plasma energy, it was unable to be dulled. The blade simply burned through the sheets. The mist dissipated and Why'nn, eyes still closed, stood tall. She sniffed the air. It wasn't hard to catch the scent of blood, so she turned toward the real Ivela and spread her arms wide, hugging the assassin as a dagger entered her gut.


The apprentice fell backward as a wave of fatigue passed over Ivela. The assassin would feel blood pour from her eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and other orifices. Why'nn smiled, rolling so she was on top of the other girl, the scythe's blade was positioned at Ivela's neck.


"Is this how we end, Ivela? Shall we meet the Silent Lord together?" the girl whispered, a certain excitement in her voice. It was obvious that she was ready to move her arm to sever her opponent's head from her body, but she was also in pain from the shot she'd taken to the gut. Her left arm moved to maneuver the blade through Ivela's neck.
 
Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Why'nn (@folclor )


What I'm Doing: Grinning


Ivela grinned despite the pain, and her tiredness. She was exhausted, but she still had just enough energy to do what she needed to do. In expelling the In that was hiding the musical staffs, she managed to regain a small amount of energy. She couldn't see, but she didn't need to for what she was about to do. The chains (music staffs) had wound themselves around Why'nn just before Ivela had stabbed her, though she wouldn't have felt them because of the In. They were still lose enough so that Why'nn had been able to maneuver Ivela around so that Why'nn was above her, but they constricted, pulling the arm that was holding her scythe off course from lopping her head off.


2 music notes appeared on the music staffs right over Why'nn's heart, before warping into daggers and driving themselves deep into her chest.


Ivela struggled to keep her eyes open as she wondered whether or not she had won.
 
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Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Valian (@folclor ) & Violet (@StartingOver ) / Nishira , Frank (@Pinkalyn ), and Shard (@Mad Prince of Sanity )


What I'm doing: Talking & Watching the fights


Grim


"I missed ye too." The otter gave him a side long look and a smirk. "Yeah ye were being daft. I dinnae mind at'll. Work dis out, I want ye both wit meh!" He reached with one arm and hugged Valian sideways. "I'd be absolutely tickled if ye liked de other. But if ye can just nae kill each other dat be great!" He was smiling a big toothy grin as something in the pit caught his eye.


Delrick


"Indeed." The monk didn't need to lean to see. He had been able to see through the fog entire time. He nodded slowly as she went for final strike, though the smile that had been on his face, dimmed slightly as it looked as though she was willing to sacrifice herself to win. 'Hmm. That must be from the Sith.'
 
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