Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)




Location: Delrick's room


Who I'm with: Headmistress Nishira, Why'nn (@folclor ), Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna )


What I'm doing: Comforting her


James was a bit surprised when Why'nn reached out and pulled him into the hammock, it's shape pretty much forcing him to be close to her. She said something in her native tongue, and though he didn't fully understand her, he understood the urgency behind it, begging him not to leave her. Tears welled in his eyes again and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he sobbed into her shoulder.


"I-I-I'm s-sorry Why'nn... This is m-my f-f-fault. I-I tried to h-help you, but I j-just fucked everything up again."
 
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Location: Father's chambers/Delrick's chambers


Who I'm with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna) and James (@TommyGun15)/Delrick, the boy, and the bird


What I'm doing: Calming/Leaving


The books that held the memories of James, as well as those that held the memories of Delrick, closed themselves and returned to their shelves. The shelves straightened and Why'nn's body, in the mindscape, became more healthy looking. She sensed the presence of the lich and every book that held a memory of the head mistress closed and returned to the shelves. It would be clear to Delrick what seemed to be working, what seemed to give context.


"Swears do not suit you, Outlander Prince." Her hand rested on his. "Nor does sniveling." In her mindscape, Why'nn regained her mouth.


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Nishira grinned. If Delrick looked back he would recognize her expression as one of "they're your problem now." She waved, then left the room, closing the door behind her. The smell of blood reached her nose and she frowned. There weren't any slaughters scheduled for today...
 



Location: Delrick's room


Who I'm with: Why'nn (@folclor ), Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna )


What I'm doing: Cuddling


James wiped away the tears in his eyes and chuckled softly, cuddling closer to Why'nn. Though he was no longer sniveling, tears still ran from his eyes, wetting Why'nn's shoulder.


"Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm sorry Why'nn. I've been an idiot today, haven't I?"


For a while James looked a Why'nn for a moment with a half-sad, half-happy look on his face. Then after a minute or two, he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.
 
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Location: Father's Chambers


Who I am with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna) and James (@TommyGun15)


What I am doing: Calming further


The girl held onto her father tightly, a smile creeping onto her face. As he kissed her cheek her tears stopped completely and a blush spread across her cheeks. Her eyes widened, staring directly into Father's. Why'nn bit her lip, then took a deep breath. In her mind, she spoke to her father.


"He... Father... I... I remember this Outlander Prince well now. He was... is... a friend, yes? An ally? I like him. I... laid with him. Father, what should I do? I... remember more now, Father. I do not understand everything yet. I cannot see things outside of my perspective. I should be able to. I feel uncomfortable with speaking anything besides my native tongue."





Her hand tightened around James's. "You are not unintelligent. I... would... prefer you to..." The blush brightened. Should she say this in the presence of her father? He would see the thoughts being written regardless, now all in Thayan. "It was painful when you rejected me. I am glad you come to me when I am sad."
 



Location: Delrick's room


Who I'm with: Why'nn (@folclor ), Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna )


What I'm doing: Cuddling


James rested his head on Why'nn shoulders, still a bit sad, but happy that Why'nn was starting to feel better.


"I'm sorry I rejected you Why'nn, and I know how upset it made you. I haven't really gotten to talk to you since then but... I do like you, in what I think is the same way you like me. I just... I've never been in a relationship before. I like to talk to you, I like to be around you, I like to be, um, "with" you. But I'm just not sure how to deal with that, and I'll admit, I wasn't exactly comfortable with how fast things seemed to be going. Can... Can we try this again?"
 
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Character: Lillith Mahler


Location: Hallway


Who I'm With: A dead student


What I'm Doing: Absentmindedly tearing limbs apart.


Lillith sighed as she held up the severed arm of the girl who had met such an unfortunate end. Oh well. If she was worthy of life she wouldn't have been so easily killed. As she was wondering who besides her at this boring little school enjoyed murder she began absentmindedly shredding the arm she held in her hand. "Who would leave a perfectly good toy only half broken?" She asked aloud, once again talking to Nathan.
 
===Gareth===


Location: Hallways


With: Some self-righteous moron


Doing: Pursuing


Gareth had been walking around for a few minutes, idly swinging his scythe back and forth in boredom, blood flicking off the blade and onto the ground. "Don't... stop me... now..." He ran a hand through his blood-stained hair, causing bits of it to stick up. He let out a growl of irritation at his lack of prey. As he was contemplating the value of breaking down doors, he heard the sound of... footsteps? He stopped and slowly turned his head towards the source of the sound, smiling.


Behind him, he saw another student, a boy this time, shaking as he stared at Gareth. Gareth turned himself around fully and started to walk slowly towards the boy. "What's wrong? You look like-" The boy clenched his fists and shouted, interrupting Gareth and causing him to scowl in annoyance. "SHUT UP!!! Y-you killed her, didn't you? She wasn't-" Gareth quickly tuned the boy out. He sounded like the heroes back home. The heroes he hated and avoided. The sinister grin returned to his face as a thought popped into his head. Here, he was on even ground with the 'heroes'.


Gareth resumed his slow walk towards the boy, grinning like mad. "I swear, your type gets off on long winded speeches. Don't worry, it'll be over soon." The boy was backing up, keeping out of reach of Gareth's scythe. He was also very confused by Gareth's statement. "What are you-?" Gareth struck out at that moment, launching himself forward and twirling his scythe at the boy's neck. However, the boy managed to avoid the scythe and ran off, with a speed rivaling Gareth's own.


Gareth laughed in glee. "IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAD TO CHASE! THIS PLACE HAS EVERYTHING!! AHAHAHAHA!!!!" Gareth gave chase with everything he had, keeping pace with the boy, his scythe trailing behind him. "DON'T!!! STOP!!! ME!!!" Gareth's face had twisted itself into a horrifying grin, ecstatic at the prospect of having to chase down his prey. The boy kept running, his fear making a great motivator as Gareth began to slowly gain on him.
 
Location: Hallways


Who I'm with: A couple students (@shadowstrikr25)


What I'm doing: Interrupting


Nishira teleported into Gareth's way, moving her arm out so she would clothesline him. Once he was on his back, she reached down and ripped his scythe from his hands. Placing her foot on his chest to keep him down (she could've used her natural abilities, but that would've been a waste of a remove paralysis spell down the line), she inspected his weapon.


"Gareth Reed, a first year student, yes?" She swung the weapon, getting a feel for its weight. "While I approve of your tactics for creating victims and the zeal with which you go after your fellows, I haven't sanctioned any slaughter and you doing so is thinning the ranks a bit too much. I need some fodder for the meat grinder to come, after all." The headmistress dropped his scythe into a bag at her side. It seemed to disappear completely. "So what gives you the right to go through my halls, slaughtering my fodder, Mr. Reed?"
 
Location: My chambers


Who I am with: My Daughter, Nishira (@folclor ), James (@TommyGun15 )


What I am doing: Calming, observing and watching


Delrick looked around at the books everywhere, strewn about the floor, ceiling, hanging off shelves. Torn and shredded pages floating along. He kept his thoughts from coming to the fore. His mind was only a vessel to speak with Why'nn in the mindscape.


He watched the color as it spread, as the tendrils moved about. He felt for her, but it wasn't pity. She needed to be stronger and he knew she could do it. "Yes, I will help." He pulled her to him, wrapping an arm around her.


It was then he became of James present in the disorderly library that was Why'nn's mind. He watched in mild curiosity as the books that contained the knowledge of James flew about and opened, revealing all to him. Both in the mindscape and in the physical realm he raised an eyebrow.


Delrick stepped to the side in the library as James and Why'nn spoke and embraced.


He was unaware of anything that was happening in the physical realm, since he did not have telepathic abilities he was concentrating on remaining inn the mind library of Why'nn through the binding solely.


"Yes, he is a friend and an ally." Merely nodding his head at her statement of laying with James, but otherwise showing no other emotions. "But in order to grow stronger we must move out of what is comfortable." He squeezed her hand to show his support, and as he looked around he was glad to see her library becoming more orderly, there was still work to be done, but it was much better.
 
Location: Father's chambers


Who I am with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna) and James (@TommyGun15)


What I am doing: Calming


The new memories were being written even as they stood together.


"Yes, Outlander Prince. I shall start anew with you..." Her eyes closed and she slumped against Delrick, pulled completely into the mindscape with Father as he began to speak again. James would understand what was happening as this was, in fact, the same thing that happened the first time he showed her the mindscape.


"So you believe I should... step out of this language? Speak the... version of the common tongue that is prepared and ready at this place?" Why'nn moved toward him. The books that did not pertain to him, James, or the headmistress were still strewn about on the floor. Pages fluttered in a non-existent breeze and swirled around them as she grew nearer. "What must I do to get stronger, Father? What must I do? I shall do what it takes." The girl certainly had the ability to do so, there was no denying that, and it was clear she would take his words to heart. More and more, the desire to be like him grew.
 
Location: My chambers


WhoI am with: My Daughter, Nishira (@folclor ), James (@TommyGun15 )


What I am doing: Calming, observing, reading, and talking


He could see what was being written in the current memory book and nodded.


"Yes you should. Use the tools you have and learn to use new ones." Watching the errant pages swirl about them. "Possibly even teach Thayan to others, to give them a be tool to use." The monk reached down and picked up a book that was lying open on its pages, the spine stressed. Closing it he offered it to Why'nn, looking into her new blue eyes. "Before you can build a house, you first need a strong foundation." He looked around at the books still strewn about. "But once you have that foundation and you reinforce it, nothing will knock your house down. Not winds, storms, earthquakes, even the raging of dragons will harm it." She would feel his calm. "So you must get your books back in order and secure them, Shard has already given you a good start," Motioning to the coloured tendrils and the chaos dome. "Now you must build upon that, and make it stronger."
 



Location: Hallways


Who I'm with: Why'nn (@folclor ), Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna )


What I'm doing: Cuddling


James watched Why'nn descend into the mindscape. He thought about joining her, but after earlier today he was a bit scared of mucking around in her brain. So instead he settled for cuddling and comforting her on the physical plane.


"Shh... It's okay Why'nn. I'll stay right here til you're feeling better."


James reached up and brushed some stray hair out of her face, then settled down beside her to enjoy just laying there with her.
 
Location: Father's Chambers


Who I am with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna) and James (@TommyGun15)


What I am doing: Listening


"I must figure out where they go, mustn't I?" Oh. That was new. Combining words. Why'nn stopped a moment to consider this development. She'd heard others use them before. Father used them often. Was that her first one? The books, all at once, fluttered open as she tried to remember. Yes. Yes, that was her first combined word. She looked up at him, curious, then turned away, paused, and put a hand to her mouth. Or, she would've if she had a left arm.


What happened to that arm? Mother cut it off... The memories of the second day of school began to play out through the books. She found it. "Metal Construct... You made a new arm for me..." Slowly, the cybernetic arm was added to this mindscape image. That book filed itself away. What seemed like hours was only a few minutes and all the books were in shelves, now standing upright. Though pages still fluttered around them, the girl wasn't entirely sure what to do with them.


Why'nn looked up at her father, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "Father... These pages... Do I leave them? I know not what they are, properly." She picked one up and inspected it, but could make no sense of it. The girl frowned. "It is... an abstraction of an idea. I do not comprehend." The tendrils pulsed and Why'nn glanced at them. "I believe I shall have to make another shield... Inside or part of or outside... I do not know which... But I need more. More security, yes? Cannot lose my head every time someone attempts to mess with it."


A dome of white coated the inside of the shield of madness. Ghostly tendrils floated down, rooting in other memories. Just five. Just five for this shield. It was her first attempt and it was likely not a strong shield, but it was one she could build off of. Her attention returned to him. "I hope I am a good enough daughter for you. I enjoy being such. I would like to be like you one day. You are very strong, you know. ...Even when I was lost I could not consider you an outlander. Though you probably do not hail from Thay, you are better than any being I have met before." She drew close to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. "I love you, Father!" Those were not words easily pried from the lips of a Thayan child. To admit that level of emotion was a weakness, but Why'nn didn't seem to care.
 
===Gareth===


Location: On my ass... ow... (Hallways)


With: Bitch just stole my scythe. (@folclor )


Doing: Talking. So much talking.


Gareth, in the middle of his chase, suddenly felt something solid and cold hit his throat, causing him to fall directly onto his back as his scythe was ripped out of his hands. To top it off, something cold was pressing against his chest. Gareth's eyes regained focus to try and identify his attacker. And he instantly wished he didn't look. It was the Headmistress. 'Aw... she's gonna stop all my fun, isn't she? Stupid authority figures and their... authority! Yeah!' He tried his best to look innocent, which was a little impossible, seeing as he was covered in blood. As angry as he was that she took his scythe, he knew when he was outclassed.


However, his face returned to glee at what she said. 'She likes my work! This is amazing! This place really does have everything! Prey! Food! People who like dead prey! Showers!' Gareth was ready to accept nothing but praises until she asked what gave him the right to kill prey like he did. "Well, glorious Headmistress, I've deprived myself of this experience for two whole months now. And with how the tournament's been going, I just couldn't hold it in anymore! I needed to hear the screams! The cutting of flesh! The taste of blood! Oh, and what a glorious taste! Hers was delicious. I should know, I'm covered in it!" Gareth just kept smiling through his speech, not really giving much of an excuse either.


"I was surprised I was still able to kill her so fast! Two months is a lot of time for the rust to build up, after all. To answer your question, though, I didn't know I needed permission. I didn't think anyone would give permission! I thought people like me could kill whoever because we were good at it. I only killed the one girl anyways. Was there a mass murder party I wasn't invited to? That's just rude." Gareth's face lit up at the mention of a meat grinder. "You mean there'll be more killing?! Sounds like fun!" Gareth smiled up at the Headmistress, seemingly not caring that she could literally smite him dead. "Can I have my scythe back please?"


Suddenly, a rather important thought crossed Gareth's mind. "Wait, were they your prey?" Gareth's tone suddenly turned apologetic. "I'm so sorry. I know how I get when someone kills my prey. It's so annoying to hunt for so long, only for someone else to beat you to it!" Gareth stopped talking, looking up at the Headmistress, expecting something.
 
Location: Hallways


Who I'm with: A fool with potential (@shadowstrikr25)


What I'm doing: Extending an invitation


The headmistress raised an eyebrow as he spoke so excitedly. She honestly had not met a student so invested in killing in... Well, she'd never met one. He would do well in the army with the proper training, though his appetite would need to be curbed.


"No, you can't have your scythe back. There's no mass murder party as there are no intruders. I don't believe I've given you permission to cull the ranks and, yes, you do need it. If you truly want to be part of something larger than yourself... If you want to see where I would put you to allow further death, death that you can cause and revel in, you'll have to do a little something first. If I let you up, will you be a good boy and come with headmistress?"
 
Location: My chambers


Who I am with: My Daughter, Nishira (@folclor ), James (@TommyGun15 )


What I am doing: Calming, observing, reading, and talking


Delrick nodded at her question. And watched with mild amusement at the way she reviewed information, reading it out from books. But everyone had a different way of organizing their thoughts and memories.


He was also interested in how she viewed herself, missing her arm then visualising her cybernetic replacement instead of her biological natural arm.


Standing by her as her shelves right themselves and books filling themselves away. "Very well done." Nodding his admiration. "Yes, keep the lose sheets, place into a book and come back and read them from time to time. One day they will make sense."


Delrick observed as she added the extra layer of protection, it appeared not that strong. "No you can't lose your mind."


As she wrapped him in a hug, the monk returned the gesture, holding her close. "You are a very good daughter. I am glad to have you as my daughter and apprentice. One day you shall me strong on your own right. I was once from Thay, but I no longer claim one country as my home." Delrick squeezed Why'nn tightly knowing her admission was a huge deviation from her upbringing. "I love you too daughter." Knowing and feeling that she was calm and almost herself again, he was confident he did not need to be in her library any longer, but would remain longer if she needed him to.
 
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Character: Lillith Mahler


Location: Hallways


Who I'm With: Murderous Child (@shadowstrikr25 ) and Headmistress (@folclor )


What I'm Doing: Joining the Conversation


Lillith heard the scream of yet another, what she assumed to be, student, and instantly began walking towards the source. Of course her idea of walking was a bit faster than what most people would consider it. She slowed down a little ways down the hall from the two so that she could listen to their conversation, not speaking until Nishira had finished. "So this is the headmistress Imalia was talking about. I expected a fire breathing dragon. Oh well." She said with a chuckle. Lillith rarely kept her thoughts to herself, instead choosing to share them with 'Nathan.'


As she stepped towards the two she began speaking. "I imagine her blood was adequate, although it didn't smell as delicious as you have said. You were quite wasteful with her blood, but your work was lovely." After speaking to the boy, she turned her attention to the headmistress. "I'm afraid that I did drain a few of your students, I woke up quite hungry. But, as you said they are fodder so no harm done."


Lillith pouted at the woman. "Imalia told me to wait for you by some doors on the fourth floor, but it was so dreadfully boring and there were so many delightful things going on downstairs that I just couldn't stay put."
 
Location: Father's chambers/Hallways


Who I'm with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna) and James (@TommyGun15)/The fool with promise (@shadowstrikr25) and the toy (@Lunaria Silver)


What I'm doing: Curious/I hate people...


Why'nn was quite happy with that and closed her eyes as the papers gathered themselves into a book and slid into a drawer below her book of thoughts and memories. When all was clean, she broke the embrace and took a couple steps back, once again looking up at him. "Father," she began, "if I take this false arm off, will a real one grow in its place?" She gripped the cybernetic arm and pulled it off. Its removal came with a loud Pop! and it was clear that was how she thought of it each time she tore her arm off. "And what part of Thay did you come from? Are you also Mulani? You look it... Is it fine to be so close with Outlander Prince? Did I make a mistake by laying with him?" The questions were rapid fire, but she was coming back to herself rather swiftly.


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"So it seems you woke up before I anticipated. Either that or I lost track of days..." Nishira thought a moment. "No matter. Stay put for now. I have to deal with this boy. And they are fodder. For my war, not for random slaughter. If you were that hungry, there were blood bags in the infirmary." It was clear she was a bit annoyed at the turn of events. Her toy was awake and she hadn't properly tamed it yet.
 
Character: Lillith Mahler


Location: Hallways


Who I'm With: Headmistress (@folclor ) and a murderous child (@shadowstrikr25 )


What I'm Doing: Being Confused


Lillith frowned at the headmistress in confusion. Her world was not particularly developed when she was last awake, so the idea of bloodbags confused her a bit. "Blood is only fresh when you take it straight from a vein. The very thought of simply storing it in a bag is revolting. It would spoil."


The horrorfying idea of blood in bags aside, Lillith narrowed her eyes at her slightly. "Why should I stay put? There is nothing fun here. You take the entertainment with you." She told her in a tone that informed the headmistress of her lack of respect for her. Or anyone for that matter.


"Besides, this place is boring, isn't it Nathan? We should find a new world to inhabit." Lillith said aloud before turning away from the headmistress, only sparing her a brief glance as she began to walk away. "How does one leave this drab little school? I can't be rejected from every Universe."
 
===Gareth===


Location: Hallways


With: Llllllladies (@folclor ,@Lunaria Silver )


Doing: Taking the offer


Gareth pouted a little when the Headmistress said she wouldn't give his scythe back. He spent good time terrifying someone to make it, it was his. At the idea of being allowed to kill rampantly, however, he began grinning again. "You're saying that if I do as you say, you'll point me in the direction of prey you want dead? And you won't punish me for it? And you'll give me back my scythe? Sure, I'll come with you. And not kill any prey on the way." Gareth laughed, ecstatic that he'd be allowed to kill again if only he did something for the Headmistress. "I'll be good. Scout's honor!"


Gareth turned to face the other woman, in the dress. He found it very pleasing that there was another that shared his love of killing prey. He laughed, finding her idea that the blood was wasted funny. "I'm glad you like my work, but I think the blood around her accentuates what I did, not detracting in the slightest." Gareth waited for the Headmistress to let him up so he could see what she wanted him to do.
 



Location: The Hallways


Who I'm with: Ivela (@Lunaria Silver ), Shard, The Chaos Beast (@Mad Prince of Sanity )


What I'm doing: Finishing the beast


Geralt's blade hacked through the Chaos Beast's flesh, severing one of it's heads from it's body. Geralt ducked another frantic swipe before sending a wave of fire washing over the beast with Igni, before slicing off more bits and pieces with a quick flurry of blows from his sword. Finally he took a few steps back before hurling a pair of bombs at the beast. The first bomb sent out a cloud of white phosphorous dust, which the second bomb set alight with a massive explosion. Soon the beast's body was engulfed in flames, and Geralt backed away from the burning carcass, just in case it wasn't quite dead yet.
 
Location: Hallways


Who I'm with: Gareth (@shadowstrikr25) and the toy (@Lunaria Silver)


What I'm doing: Getting ready to bind


Nishira let out an exasperated sigh. "You know what? You're right. No reason to stay. If you can find a way back to your world without my helping you in twenty four hours you're free to leave. If you attack my students expect to be nailed the wall and engulfed in flame. Now shoo." The headmistress waved her hand to send the toy away. She knew there could be no planar transport without her allowing it and she, at least for the toy, was forbidding.


"Now, Gareth, dear boy, come with me. We'll get the ball rolling." She let him up, placing her hand on his back and guiding him toward the stairs for the fourth floor.
 
Location: My chambers


Who I am with: My Daughter, Nishira (@folclor ), James (@TommyGun15 )


What I am doing: Calming, observing, reading, and talking


Delrick chuckled as the loose sheets slid into a book and then the book slid into a drawer. The workings of her mind were quite intriguing. Clasping his hands behind his back, the monk made a thoughtful face. "In here you are as you see yourself. So yes, your arm will regrow in your minds eye. Though in the physical realm it will take regenerative magic for that to occur." He raised an eyebrow at the Pop! noise and cocked his head to the side.


"I was born in Thasunta, near Rashemen." He smiled at the rapid series of questions. "My father was of Mulani descent and my mother was Rashemi." Inclining his head to her in a appreciative manner. "It is fine to be close to any outlander, that view that many of our people hold is to restrictive. It holds others at a distance." He shook his head. "I do not think it a mistake, but perhaps a bit rash and a decision made with the passionate longings of your loins and not your head." He smiled kindly at her. "But, not a mistake. But be cautious who you lay with, there is potential for betrayal when you exposed and possibly perceived to be vulnerable." She would not feel anything negative in his words.


Looking around, seeing her new shield connected to memories, the shelves upright with books in orderly rows and the floor mostly clear, the warlock nodded. "Perhaps it is time to rejoin the physical realm and get some food. You will need your strength for the tourney conclusion this afternoon." He would leave the library of her mind only when she was ready.
 
Location: Father's Chambers


Who I am with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna) and James (@TommyGun15)


What I am doing: Absorbing information and getting ready to return


Advice! And information! Given in a manner that was pleasant and not harsh! Why'nn discarded the cybernetic arm and, as Father said, one of her own grew back in its place. His heritage was very similar (just change Rashemi for undead and mother for father) to hers and this helped her feel even further connected to him. She grinned and took his hand. "Yes, Father. I shall be more discerning from now on. And I shall not keep others at a distance simply for circumstances of birth. I am surprised at the lack of slaves, but I suppose that is also less of an accepted thing." The girl giggled in glee. She nodded in agreement. "I believe I am fighting the Outlander Prince, James. He fights as a wizard or sorcerer, but I have a plan to win regardless." He would see the battle plans forming in her mind.


"Let us return, then, Father." Why'nn held on rather tightly to his hand.
 
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Location: My chambers


Who I am with: My Daughter (@folclor ), James (@TommyGun15 )


What I am doing: Observing and talking, making a return


He could feel the joy and happiness she was exuding. She was the cause of his most recent shift in expressions. He was smiling more then he had in the past century. "You are correct," Grasping her hand. "Slavery is not a widely accepted aspect in most cultures and realms. Though it is accepted and a part is some." Nodding his head as they walked to the doorway of her mind. "You are indeed. And I did notice that Mr. Belgarian does favor magical tactics." He watched her plans form and shift. "I have some ideas and tactics that work well against wizards and other arcane users, but I shall tell you of them after the tourney."


Delrick nodded and stepped through the door...


... Delrick came back to the realm of the physical with quick snap of his senses. Blinking a few times he sat up and looked to James, who was still cuddled up next to Why'nn. "Mr. Belgarian." The monk said my e way of greeting.
 
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