Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Violet (@StartingOver) and Ivela (@Lunaria Silver)


What I'm doing: Accepting


"So... you still really don't like me. Can you at least tell me why you feel that way? I mean, I did try. I do try." Valian took a deep breath and shook his head. "Well... Nothing for it, I guess." He smiled a bit as his gaze shifted to her. "As long as you love him, I won't get in the way of it. He, of anyone, deserves to be happy."
 
Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Violet (@StartingOver ) then Valian (@folclor ) then strange boy (@KalenNighteyes ) and Feisty Girl (@shadowstrikr25 )


What I'm Doing: Walking to deal with the jerk who was mean to Why'nn


Ivela smiled, pleased that the situation seemed to be resolving itself. She didn't know about whether or not Valian and Violet would make up, but she did know that she would be unable to help them overcome any differences they may have. So, instead she walked towards the girl and the rude boy who was clearly filled with rage, allowing an aura of bloodlust to overcome her. She directed it specifically at the angry, teleporting boy.


Even a person with the strongest will would feel compelled to run. Though most people would be able to push that to back of their mind. It wasn't a difficult thing to do.


She did this essentially to alarm him. "I do believe you should stop causing trouble." It was also a bluff. She was tired.
 
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Location: The Arena


Who I am with: Nishira (@folclor ), Frank (@Pinkalyn ), Shard (@Mad Prince of Sanity)


What I am doing: Watching the fight and observing my apprentice


He raises an eyebrow as she runs and stumbles. ‘Oh. That looked like it hurt.' He unconsciously rubs the back of his head. He sipped his coffee as he glanced back to the fight in the pit. It was quite promising.


Turning back to the little drama unfolding in the stands it looked as if a second fight was about to start. 'You have quite the following little bird.' A group of students had gathered to defend her or at least break up the fight and separate the two lovers.


As Why'nn was able to get away from Connor/Victor he felt her flood of emotions, but confusion was the dominant feeling. One she was alone he was able to tell she was regaining her control. He would let her be, but would talk with her during the lunch break.
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Reagan and Ivela


What I'm Doing: Being Annoyed


Victor grumbled as he felt the aura from the girl. Though it made him feel a little fearful, he didn't run from her. He growled toward them both. "Neither one of you knows anything about what happened over here! Back the hell off right now or you'll both regret what I'll do next. Stop sticking your noses where they don't belong!" He backed up away from both of them, but making sure to keep both in view as he backed up, then stopped. He glared at the pair, waiting to see what they'd do.
 
Location- arena


Who I'm with-Valian(@folclor


What I'm doing- nodding.


"I don't hate you, stop thinking I do. It's clear I don't want to hurt him which means I'm keeping you as a friend." She said looking to him. "Now can we put this behind us okay?" She asked him raised her eyebrow.


"I don't want to have a conflict that can hurt him."
 
Shard


Location: Lover's Quarrel


With: Why'nn.... eventually. (@folclor )


Action: Being... hospitable.


In the interim of time between when Nishira had shattered the block of ice and began speaking, Shard had stepped out of her field of vision before teleporting away altogether. Though not before giving a conspiratory wink to Delrick as his form flashed from existence. Taking a moment to stop by his office and jot down some notes on his Keeper, he then teleported back to the outside of the arena, before feeling a slight burst of magic concentrated in an area not designated for fighting. Tilting his head and giving an amused hum, Shard teleported near the scene before noting that the girl fleeing it was one whom Delrick had spoken to with a high degree of fondness. Thus, taking into consideration Delrick was his most-liked person in this realm, Shard simply strolled along after the girl and sat down before her as she began meditating.


Taking a moment to sit before her, facing her, Shard summoned a portal behind himself large enough to cover his entire body from the back, and then launched what one could honestly call a mental "attack" at Why'nn. Though in truth all this was was the only way Shard knew to share thoughts with someone.. by Madness. Thus the mentally twisting affliction would be incredibly low in it's severity and something akin to a proverbial knock on the door to Why'nn's mind would herald his arrival. Though in the working confines of imagination of what this would be like, the "door" in question quaked and reverberated like a drum, sending shockwaves of what would turn into a physical reaction for both beings. In Whynn's case, long-dead nerves somehow sung with tremors as they yielded to the slight madness influence and her scalp would tingle pleasantly, while Shard merely cackled a bit and called out mentally "Hellooooo? Begging your pardon but I felt a magical disturbance near here. I am a new teacher here and I wished to make sure all my students nearby were still liv-... brea-.... shall we say.... FUNCTIONAL?"
 
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Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Feisty Girl (@shadowstrikr25 ) and Angry Boy (@KalenNighteyes )


What I'm Doing: Continuing to bluff


Ivela grinned savagely at him. "Oh? I have no idea what happened? Well." She chuckled. "You are right. I don't know what happened. But I know it wasn't good. Why'nn wouldn't react so...horribly. Nobody would. So..." She began, before advancing closer towards him. "why don't you enlighten me on what happened?"


Ivela had very little strength left to back up her words, but she would have enough if it came down to a fight. 'Never fight an enemy you cannot beat.' For probably the 20th time the words of her brother and father repeated in her head. 'One day I'll escape their voices.'
 
Location: The Arena


With: That Guy(@KalenNighteyes ), Ivela(@Lunaria Silver )


Doing: Dodging


Reagan was very much irritated when Victor seemed to disappear. She was even more irritated when he appeared behind her. She reflexively blinked forward, unintentionally dodging the claw swipes. Reagan turned to face him, glaring back, ready to strike. At least, until Ivela showed up. 'Who is she? Is she here to help him! I'll take both of them on, I don't care!' Reagan was glad that she was not here to help Victor, but rather to try and dissuade him. It may not have worked, but then he said something that pushed Reagan even further. "I don't know anything? Oh! So you didn't just try to mess with Why'nn's mind? And she didn't run off because you were being a jerk? And you also didn't keep appearing next to her to do the same thing over and over again? If she's brain dead because of you, you're going to pay!" Reagan's electricity began acting up again, encouraged by her irritation. "The signs were all there! What the hell, Connor?! I thought you were better than that." Reagan honestly felt betrayed. She had come to see Connor as a friend. Now, to see him do as all telepaths she had known? She was ready for a fight.
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Violet (@StartingOver)/A new teacher (@Mad Prince of Sanity)


What I'm doing: Agreeing/AH!


"Sorry, just seemed like you did." Valian laughed a bit, the shadows now gone from around him, though the light wasn't back yet. He shivered. "Yow. That was rough. Hey, sorry if I was a dick at any point. Never actually got to that point before so... props to you for helping me find a new part of myself." He scratched the back of his head. "How about this: We step back and try some meditation! That way we can do what the sensei was trying to teach and channel our strength of will to Grim! That's not a disqualifying offense."


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Why'nn shuddered, then tensed at the new and entirely unwelcome sensations. Pleasant as the tingle may be, she didn't want it. As she felt a piece of madness itself enter her mind she outwardly let out a whimper, then shook her head vigorously.


"No, no! You are madness! You are as the Mad God! Get out!"





Why'nn would've been able to keep him out had she not, already, had her mind played with. As it was, she couldn't resist his entrance. Inside, her mind was in disarray. Bookshelves were knocked over, their scrolls and tomes scattered as she frantically tried to piece herself back together and find out which version of her was the real one. Grays, blacks, and whites were the only colors that existed here. However, as Shard stepped inside he would find his footsteps spreading vivid color. With every movement he made, every step, every intrusion, the color spread. As the color spread the disarray grew and Why'nn became further frightened.
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Ivela and Reagan


What I'm Doing: Wanting to Spew Acid. Lots of it. At the two girls.


Victor gave an incredulous look at Reagan before looking to Ivela as she spoke. "She's my girlfriend. She was expressing dislike with my fights and I may have gotten a little angry but I would never mess with Why'nn's mind! I love her too much to do that to her!" Victor looked at the two. Inwardly he was just annoyed. Outwardly her was clearly hurt by the accusation Reagan had made. He looked to Ivela. "I don't even know you. Who are you? Look, I'm glad you care for Why'nn, but I would never do anything to hurt her. I love her with all my heart. I was prepared to let her go but then she collapsed and I was scared for her. You don't have to believe me, you just really need to step away before I do something you'll regret." There was an intensity in his eyes that showed he clearly wasn't bluffing about there being something he'd do that would be very bad for them and everyone standing around them. Inwardly Victor really wanted them to keep pushing, outwardly he showed he'd do it, but that he didn't want to.
 
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Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Electric Waves Girl (@shadowstrikr25 ) and Guy with an attitude problem that needs to be adjusted. (@KalenNighteyes )


What I'm Doing: Fighting the urge to run


Ivela found herself wanting to run away, though it did not show in her body movements or face. Among the many other things she had been taught, masking her emotions almost completely was one of them.


She was currently wrestling against years of training. She had to force herself to hold her ground.


"You're right. I don't know you. Quite frankly, I didn't even want to know you earlier. However, when you were fighting Violet, your aura was different. There was darkness, yes, but it was pushed back. It was overtaken by light. But now...it seems like the darkness is in charge. Auras do not just shift like that, unless somebody has multiple personality disorder. Or their body has been taken over by something else. You are not her boyfriend. You are somebody else entirely, and you did do something to hurt her." Ivela observed, her face taking on a slight half smile. "Tell me I'm wrong, and you'll be lying."
 
Shard


Location: Why'nn


With: Ditto ^ (@folclor )


Action: Assisting/Fighting universal urge


Shard sighed at Why'nn's reaction and made a mental note to make his first classes for every year of student entirely about being able to differentiate between Madness and Chaos, and that just because someone called themselves a "Mad" God did not make them so. Pausing, he watched the swirling, vibrant color stretch out from himself, beginning to morph and materialize into oddly-shaped creatures that began to spread throughout this mindscape, their mere touch to a location evaporating or incoherently morphing memories or aspects of it into unrecognizable gibberish. Shard then began to cackle, additional eyes beginning to sprout from his features as his shoulders shook and his teeth sharpened to daggers amdist a serpent's tongue. Only for him to cough off all these additional appendages and hold up a finger "One... moment..." Shard turned to the odd mindscape creatures and shoo-d them towards the door, pushing them even if they did not obey and kicked all the color splashes back out it, altogether looking a like a child trying to stuff all their belongings into their closet. "Go on! Get! Begone! Herbalerbaberb!" He then let out a hiss before kicking a particularly pestering eyeball. Finally getting all the excess Madness, aside from what would simply sustain him here, out of Whynn's mind. Crying out like someone annoucning they complted their life's goal "Privacy time neeeeedeeed!"


Shard then slammed the door and braced his back against it, before all the excess Madness energy launched from the portal behind his physical body as a spray of rainbow-colored magic and pastel paint colors. Some of it bridging realities and splattering around the door's seams in the mindscape and Shard sighed, holding up a rainbow-colored hand before snapping some tissues into being and wiping his hand before tossing the tissue out as well "Oh come now, that is just disrespectful to the lady...." Shard sighed before folding the door up and stowing it in his hat before turning back to the bedlam-struck girl as he righted said hat, and then sighed softly "Now then, do try and make yourself presentable, I apologize for frightening you."
 
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Location: The Arena


With: Him,(@KalenNighteyes ) Ivela(@Lunaria Silver )


Doing: Getting ready for a fight.


Reagan's electricity picked up with ferocity. "Wrong?! You think I'm wrong?! Why'nn was running and you were blinking next to her like a creep! I didn't even think you could blink! Even I stopped doing that everywhere!" Reagan let out an honest to goodness growl in sheer irritation. "You are a bad liar, the telltale sign of amateur mental manipulation is running and repeated shaking of the head! She was shaking her head and running! And you were following trying to press you influence on her!" At Ivela's statement, Reagan was inwardly relieved. 'Well at least Connor still has my respect, not this... thing with his body.' Reagan raised both hand towards Victor, ready to blast him unconscious in a second. "Whatever you are, give Connor control back! Or I'll give it back myself." Her eyes were locked on Victor, ready for whatever he was going to throw her way.
 
Location: The Arena / Corridor outside the Arena


Who I'm With: Ivela and Reagan / No one


What I'm Doing: Acid spew. Lots of it. Don't care Who's hit


"You're wrong. I'm just in a really bad mood." Victor took one more step back, giving the two girls a smile as he did so. "I asked you both to back away, now you're going to suffer for not listening to me." Victor's smile faded as he took in an impossibly deep breath. When he finally exhaled, he focused his power into the breath he just inhaled and let it out. As he exhaled an enormous spout of green acid spewed forth from his mouth out toward the two girls and anyone else within range of the breath. It almost seemed like a never ending breath, but it finally did end. As he looked around, several other students cried out in pain as the acid began to burn them. The acid was beginning to dissolve the floor and some students in the area had fallen down and were beginning to be burn severely by the acid Wiping his face, he looked at the two girls now, inwardly not caring about everyone else he'd hurt with the acid. Outwardly he gave an apologetic look before he teleported out of the arena and into a nearby corridor. As he began walking down the corridor away from the arena, he spoke in his mind to Connor even though he couldn't hear him. 'This school is almost more trouble than it's worth...I hope you enjoy the power I'm going to leave you with, Connor.'





(Ivela and Reagan are free to dodge the acid, but keep in mind it is A LOT of acid. The only people who are most certainly injured are the poor NPC students :P Reference Link in case you're confused: Power List :: d20srd.org for the powers Victor can use and Breath of the Black Dragon :: d20srd.org for the ability he just used. All have been cleared with @folclor :) )
 
Location: My mind


Who I am with: The mad teacher (@Mad Prince of Sanity)


What I am doing: Regaining


Cautiously, Why'nn got to her feet, brushing herself off as the shelves lurched, attempting to right themselves. She gave a quick bow as embarrassment colored her mindscape. Only Connor had seen this part of her before.


"I... I apologize, sir. You startled me. Your... kind of madness is different from the kind I am accustomed to and... and in Faerun the god of madness is a chaotic and evil force. Y-You are the one who created those golems the other day, are you not?"





Why'nn chanced a look at him. He was a man, which meant he was likely not intending to hurt her, and he did want to check on her, though she noticed him stammering over which term to use. He would see these thoughts and observations floating about, then committing themselves to a page in a book. She smiled slightly.





"I am... partially undead, but I do still breathe. Most of my body functions as a living creature's should. May I help you, sir?"





Though she was being polite and needed to search. There were memories that were not right and she didn't know which ones they were. Why'nn shifted uncomfortably, glancing about as she began to wonder where to begin.
 
Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Electric Girl (@shadowstrikr25 )


What I'm Doing: Dodging/burning a little bit.


Ivela jumped the instant the boy began breathing in. She managed to jump high into the air, and was aiming to land behind him. If it was some sort of breath attack, he couldn't exactly breathe in her direction, right? Unfortunately, she was not quite fast enough to get away completely. The bottom of her legs were splashed with a bit of acid, which left relatively minor, (as minor as you can ever get with acid,) burns on her legs. The shoes on her feet had taken the brunt of the damage, although her feet had become a bit burnt. Due to this, she landed rather awkwardly behind him.


She glared at him as he teleported away, knowing that she had been right. She assumed that healing magic would still be effective for acid, so she half limped half hopped back over to the infirmary. She must have looked quite silly, considering she had left her now useless shoes behind.
 
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Location: The Arena


With: Ivela(@Lunaria Silver )


Doing: Dodging, then talking


Reagan found it weird that Victor was inhaling so much, seemingly beyond human capacity. She was slightly more alarmed at the typhoon of acid headed her way. 'Crap!' Reagan blinked behind Victor, but wasn't quick enough, with the acid burning through a good portion of the front of her coat. 'I've got more, but rude!' Reagan looked around for Victor, but found nothing. Instead of running off again, she joined Ivela in the walk towards the infirmary. "Hey, thanks for that. What's your name, anyways?"
 
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Shard


Location: Whynn's wonderful library (@folclor )


With: The self-same owner


Action: Explaining


Shard chuckled at Whynn's observation about the cheese golems before nodding "Indeed so Miss.... Mini-Delrick." Shard outright grinned at this astute naming "I t'was beginning to think none noticed nor appreciated that bit of handiwork!" He chuckled, his grin turning to a friendly smirk as she mentioned Faerun, and he tilted his head slightly "Faerun? indeed... hmm.. I suppose you mean Cyric? That crybaby. I.. erm.. one of us... me... same... self-ness.... has been to and frequents Faerun, if you are aware of what a Primordial is that is...." Shard's expression softened at her polite inquiry and he tapped his chin before glancing around. "Dear child I am merely insuring the well-being of my students as decreed to me by the Aspect. If I can be of any assistance in righting your mental well-being I will gladly step to the challenge, and one it would be I might add, as I am a being of Madness, and can only function here as such. Aside from, of course, being excellent company!"


Shard walked forward, his cane tapping along with his foot-falls and he bent down and picked up a book before offering it to Why'nn once within about arm's reach of her. "On another note... Miss Why'nn, I would also appreciate information on what caused this little ruckus with you to begin with. You do not seem the type to go gallivanting about for trouble after all." Shard smiled a bit, before snapping his fingers and having a tophat appear in his hand, which he placed fondly on the girl's head and gave the hat a little pat once securely there.
 
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Location: Arena


Who I'm With: Electric Girl


What I'm Doing: Talking and trying to get to the infirmary


Ivela turned to look at the girl who had been more than willing to beat up the boy with anger issues. "My name is Ivela Zoldyck. What is yours?" She asked her. She didn't bother saying your welcome to the girl, as she had not been doing it for her. She pushed various students out of the way while continuing her trek to the infirmary. Normally she would use Symphonic Sheets to use as shoes, or even bandages, but she was exhausted. Today had been very taxing on her. Between the fight with Why'nn and the brief argument with Violet, she was tired enough. She didn't need to have acid sprayed on her.


That was something she could have done without.
 
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Location: My mind


Who I am with: The mad teacher (@Mad Prince of Sanity)


What I am doing: Speaking


Mini-Delrick? She giggled a bit and he would see, in her mind, that the monk had been taken as a surrogate father. The idea of being a Mini-Delrick certainly tracked with being considered his daughter. The hat was odd and she trembled a bit as he set it upon her head, but did not attempt to remove it. A second later she accepted the book and clutched it to her chest.


"Y-Yes... Cyric, the Mad God. My Lord dislikes him." She waited a moment but nodded at his question. She was familiar with the term, even if her knowledge on primordials was lacking. As Why'nn thought of her Lord, however, Shard would see Jergal's holy symbol looming above the mental library. The god of fatality, the being that had been much more but chose a lesser existence, the Keeper of the Names of the Dead. His formality seeped into every nook of the girl's mind.





"No, sir. I do not aim to cause chaos or discord... Yet I seem to do so often." She paused here, squirming a bit. "I, as well, want to know what happened. I remember going to talk to Connor, but not what it was about. I struck him at some point... But everything is hazy, sir. It is as when the abomination used to play with my mind. But Father assures me he is not here... So that means someone messed with my head. But Connor would not do that. I do not remember what happened, nor why." At the mention of the abomination, an image of the Atropal Scion Xingax appeared in her mind and memories of his experiments briefly flashed.


Why'nn sighed and kicked at the ground. "Everything is in disarray. This does mean someone messed with it. The memories are hazy and out of order. I decided to meditate to try and find out. The Visage is sated and will not attempt to control at this juncture. Did you see anything?"





Shard would notice, at this point, that the colors in her memories were very vivid. If he prodded and found remembrances of the Academy he would find those colors more vibrant than they actually were.
 
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Location: The Arena


With: Ivela (@Lunaria Silver )


Doing: Walking to the infirmary


Reagan sharply inhaled as the adrenaline started to wear off. 'Ow... so that's what an acid burn feels like.' She then looked over to Ivela to respond. "I'm Reagan Deimos. Nice to meet you." In other circumstances, she might have extended her hand for a shake, but she just wanted to be healed and get back to watching the fights. 'If I can't study them, it'll be harder for me to beat them. Although, whatever hijacked Connor is on my list now. Now James has some company.' Reagan sighed, irritated that he fled and avoided the beating he deserved. "Why can it never be some guy in a costume? Why does it always have to be a telepath?" Reagan spoke out to no one in particular, irritated at the recent turn of events.
 
Location: Arena then Infirmary


Who I'm With: Reagan (@shadowstrikr25 ) and nurses


What I'm Doing: Getting patched up and talking


Ivela sighed at her. "I am not a fan of telepaths. In my world, there are...well...very few. Although they aren't really telepaths in the traditional sense. I had never met one until today." She stated. "Now I dislike them."


When they made it to the infirmary, she sat down on one of the empty cot-like beds, letting the medical staff attend to her burns. It wasn't the first time acid had been spilled on her, and if she ever went home it certainly wouldn't be the last.
 
Shard


Location: Why'nn's mindscape


With: Why'nn (@folclor )


Action: Speaking


Shard hummed in thought for a brief moment, all that Why'nn had said giving him more and more to mentally "chew" upon as he picked up stray book after stray book and filed it away in it's rightful place, a touch of magic accompanying each one. After thirteen books had been placed back within her mind Shard turned to the girl and smiled "Begging your pardon Miss Why'nn but I've taken the liberty of.. helping you.. in the only way I know how." He then sat cross-legged before her, and took a deep breathe "I only ask you not be too alarmed by what happens next..." The traces of magic Shard had left in the various books around Why'nn's mind, the various memories, all arced out of their shelves in flowing tendrils of magical energy. arcing up above everything in Whynn's mind, including the holy symbol, before they touched and expanded into a flashing, vibrant dome of color that encased the entirety of Whynn's mind. The wispy tendrils of magic that had started the process now thickened and flashed in an array of colors on all thirteen of them.


Shard then smiled and stood, one of the tendrils drifting over to him and he patted it fondly before directing it to Whynn. The tendril drifted along from it's rooting point in the shelf before seeming to "lick" Whynn's arm. The associated memory suddenly flooding back into herself more vividly than before and Shard chuckled "I've now given you a three-fold defense against mental intrusions. The first is the dome, which is a layer of pure Madness, which is also why I put it so far out of the way. Generally speaking, trying to read an insane person's mind for a telepath is impossible, and this dome will simulate as such, though it is not extreme in power it will bombard the telepath in question until they either risk diving into it entirely, making the attack on them worse, or withdraw their assault altogether. The second is these "tendrils" you see and their anchors. I've selected a few key memories from your past to anchor down should you ever lose yourself again, these will remain or at least be easier to recover. Also, these tendrils will also hold someone here within your mind-scape as an actual presence, such as mine, and give you the chance to fight back against them. They are also infused with Madness so do limit your exposure to them. The final fail-safe is a bit self-indulgent, but if all else fails and all your anchored memories are removed, the dome will "collapse" and your mind will be bathed in Madness. Making your mind utterly inhospitable for another telepath and either forcibly ejecting them, or else washing their mind in Madness as well. Also, this spell is under my attention, thus should this ever happen I will come and clear your mind, allowing you to gather yourself again."


Shard sighed "Whew! That was a mouthful! So then, shall we return to gathering memories?"
 
Location: My mind


Who I am with: The mad teacher (@Mad Prince of Sanity)


What I am doing: Touching and feeling, then searching


"Uwah..." Why'nn watched the colors, jumped a bit at the tendril that touched her arm, and then moved to begin touching and feeling the roots. Perhaps this was a bad idea because it wasn't long after she began to explore that little splotches of color, little splotches of madness, began appearing elsewhere in her mind. Hurriedly, she let go and backed away.


"Sir, what if I want someone to enter my mind? Like Father or Captain?" There was an echo reverberating that whispered, "Or Connor?" but she did not acknowledge it. However, she did begin picking the books up off of the floor and replacing them on the shelves. "If I want them to come in will they be able to? Or shall I have to go to them?"


While most of the memories were not difficult to recover, once she found the books that were supposed to contain the memories of what happened not long ago with Connor, she could not make sense of it. It was as if two scenes were playing at the same time and attempting to write over each other. Eventually, the memory became too confused and was nothing but a blur. She said nothing, just frowned as she continued regarding the book in her hands. The memory was not correct, but out of the two scenes playing before the blur she could not tell which was real. As she relived each possibility, guilt and confusion crept up and began to infect the mindscape.
 
Shard


Location: Why'nn's Mind


With: Why'nn @folclor


Action: Explaining


Shard tilted his hat a bit at the girl's question before smiling "Well now, good question! To be blunt, the defenses react to you and a such, will only attempt to repel those you feel as a threat to your mind. However, the only exception to this rule, as is Madness' forte, is what I was able to gleam of the telepathic imprint of the one who did this to begin with. As such, the defenses shall react on their own if that same presence is detected attempting to interact with your mind. Since you informed me that you could not quite remember who did this to you, I assumed this would be an effective way of catching the pest regardless." Shard found the girl's wonder at this magic amusing, and began to help her in replacing memories that had been jarred loose. After a moment or two, he then blinked and turned back to her "Ah, also.... one more thing."


Shard snapped his fingers, and reached into the responding portal with both hands, before pulling out a simple wooden stand and setting it upright. He then removed a small golden bell and a glass covering before placing the bell on the stand and the glass done over-top of the bell. "Since you seem so responsible, if you should have need of me, say some students are getting too violent or you simply wish advice or company, simply give this a jingle. The only time I shall not be available is when Keeper Nishira personally requires my presence. Which...." he glanced off to the side "Does not seem very likely to happen anyways..."
 
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