Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

===Reagan===


The Forest


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


As Reagan heard the explosion, she leaped what felt like 10 feet in the air and began waving her impromptu staff around it the noise's general direction, before realizing that there was nothing over there and breathing heavily. 'What the... who let bombs in here?' She then resumed her trek towards James. still incredibly jittery.


About two hours later, Reagan had unknowingly tripped James' alarm and walked before feeling something land on her. In a pure panic, she turned and blinked, throwing off the one snake, and facing quite a few more. In pure fear, she turned and blinked further from the serpents, hearing a gunshot. She started moving, just in time to get blown forward by Grim's explosive. While she wasn't in lethal range, thanks to her own panic, the explosion still threw her to the ground, shrapnel tearing through parts of her back, with her Elec-Wing protecting a portion of her back.


She blinked further away, hiding behind a tree several dozen meters away from the explosions in severe pain. She quickly assessed the damage. She couldn't feel her left arm, and moving it was impossible. Blood ran down her back and traced sinister lines along her arms and legs. She felt like she could barely stand, much less fight. She searched her coat for one of those bottles that the nurses gave out, slamming it down and hoping for the best.


She felt relief wash over her as her wounds began closing and the pain slowly went away. Unfortunately, her left arm was still unusable, but at least now she could stand for longer than 5 seconds. She also got the strangest urge to flex in triumph, but quickly ignored it. Now, she was just going to wait, and hope that she wouldn't be dragged into the brawl that was currently going on.


MANA: 22%


===Gareth===


The Arena


Gareth's lips twisted into a wicked grin. Although he was in no way responsible for this bloodshed, watching it still gave him that warm, fuzzy feeling. I may have taken some time for the fighting to start anew, enough for him to steal someone else's snacks, but it was quite worth it. The otter entered spectacularly, causing blood to go flying everywhere. "Still... not quite... personal enough for my tastes. This is quite the interesting group of prey. We'll have so much fun rending their flesh, won't we?" Gareth stroked his Scy-fle a few more times, nodding his head like he agreed with something no one else heard.
 
Arena


@shadowstrikr25 (Gareth)


Lillith grinned at the bloodshed going on in the forest. She did love watching children murder each other. The rude girl who had thrown her out of the kitchen before died first, which made her smile at the time. She had already begun to hate that girl. However, she was suddenly back and seemed...different. The girl didn't exactly heal, like Lillith would have in that situation, but she changed. The way she moved, the very way she held herself was like a monster.


Lillith chuckled. 'Perhaps if I had met that girl, I would have liked her.' Ah well. It wasn't long before the rude girl had returned and monster retreated. She sighed, becoming bored with the bombs being thrown. Lillith was not a fan of explosions. These modern weapons annoyed her as well.


Whatever happened to a good old fashioned sword fight? 


So Lillith turned to find somebody else to amuse her until the fight could. As her eyes searched the stands of the arena, they came to rest upon one of the students. A young boy. Her lips tilted upwards to a half smirk as she leaped to the student's area in the arena. She walked rather quickly over to the boy, though with as quickly as she walked it was difficult to see her move at all.


She leaned over his sitting form, smiling down at him. "I was right Nathan. He was the one who killed that child." She assumed that he could prove to be entertaining. She would decide whether further conversation with him was worth her time by his reactions. "Care to speak with me for a while, meurtrier?"  She asked, calling him a murderer in French. 
 
===Gareth===


The Arena


One of the few that appreciate my work. @Lunaria Silver 


Gareth had settled in to watch the bloodshed, reclining with his stolen chips. He would have looked around for someone's drink to steal, had the murder lady not popped into his view. And she did so in a way that was blocking the fight. Granted, it looked to be quite boring what with the magic and explosions and boring kill methods. Still, he transformed his weapon into it's scythe form, with the hardlight blade hanging above the back of her neck. He smiled coldly, recognizing what exactly she called him. "In the middle of this snooze-fest? Of course, mon cheri."


He quickly transformed his weapon back into a rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. This woman smelled of blood and death, keeping the smile on Gareth's face. It looked like she would prove to be good company. And she appreciated his work, which was quite the bonus. He nudged the poor unfortunate student sitting next to him, and aimed his rifle rather casually, causing the kid to run in fear. Gareth then gestured for Lillith to sit down next to him so that they may talk.
 
Shard/Deady the Evil Teddy Bear!


Ivela's Private Quarters/Arena


@Lunaria SilverIvela Zoldyck / Lillith Mahler  @shadowstrikr25Gareth and his Teddy Bear-eth @folclor Keeper Nishira


Shard chuckled at Ivela's responses and simply nodded in faux sage-ness. "Well now my dear you see, I believe the first and most useful ability I can teach you is how to shield your mind from the invasions of others. ... more efficiently I mean." Shard glances off to the side and puffs his cheeks out for a moment before hurriedly continuing, for a moment seemingly trying to vindicate the worthiness of his knowledge to the girl "While I may be immune to such techniques myself I can assure you Millennia of destroying minds of all sorts of beings myself makes me QUITE the expert. Thus....." Shard claps his hands and a book from both the Tier 1 Spells and Madness sections float down into his hand and he offers them to Ivela, grinning with a fake evil smile. "... You have your first homework assignment." Thunder-like effects akin to those in a cheap horror movie alight the room and Shard scowls up at Jimmy the Eye as it worbles out a few chirped giggles "Hush now Jimmy. What with you and your minor illusions." The Eye droops sadly and nuzzles into Ivela's hat more tightly before cooing as it beats it's small wings a little. It's tiny, pointed tail circling Ivela's ear as if saying "this is my hooman".


Shard looks back at Ivela with a kind smile and rests a hand on her shoulder, tapping the books gently as he explains "Now then, the Spells and Madness books here should work in a bit of tandem in order to establish your proficiency with what I call Base Magic. Like the kind mages normally use. It contains simply little cantrips from Magic Missile to increasing the volume of one's voice. While not the most potent spells ever created they are veeery...." Shard leans down a bit, cupping Ivela's cheeks in both hands, his cane standing on it's own as his thumbs move over her ears and cover them as he speaks in one, THUNDEROUS tone "AMUSING!" The single word crashes like a meteorite into the air of the room and even the bookshelves shake. The bed shuddering in the meanwhile, while it was highly likely that had Shard not covered her ears, and likely aided so with magic in addition, that the one word alone would have deafened Ivela. Instead, the girl would just hear it as a very loud shout as Shard straightened himself, chuckling all the while "See what I mean? Now, if you find yourself proficient with Base Magic, then your next phase of this assignment is to set about constructing a defense in your mind, and then open your mind entirely. Rely only on the defenses you construct to defend you, and then open the Madness book. While it's effects won't be very powerful, they will be notable. Should you fail this assignment, likely you'll slip into a bit of a Madness fit." Shard pauses "I will... collect you as soon as I am able." He does not explain further and instead sighs as he tips hit hat to Ivela "I shall be returning to the Arena, do take your time and explore all you wish, and join me when you are ready." With that said, Shard slowly fades from Ivela's chambers back into the Arena, though not where he "left" them at.


Finishing his sigh as he returned to the Arena, Shard glanced around a bit before spotting Lillith. He recognized her, at least, though knew nothing of her so saw no need to speak to her. The person she spoke to however... well, he looked.. bleak. Shard crinkled his nose at that. The kid probably just needs a hug! Thus, with a roll-up of his sleeve and some portal-searching, Shard removed the evil-incarnate teedy bear 'Deady" from the portal, only for the infernal (literally) thing to start trying to kill him with it's claws. Shard sighed and batted the little things hands away before making another portal and shoving Deady through it. This portal appeared above and behind Gareth, and Deady conveniently dropped into the boy's lap as Shard sighed on the other side. His hand still sticking out of said portal. "Drat. Dropped the bear..."

Meanwhile....

Deady rises to his plush, evil-infused feet and hisses at Gareth, proclaiming in an insanely deep and evil voice "Behold me mortals! For I am Evil Incarnate! The monstrous, magnificent DEADY!" A long, deep evil laugh escaped the Teddy Bear as it's long, demonic claws lashed out at the bench Gareth sat on. A little note the bear failed to notice taped to it's chest read "For you. -Gareth" With a little broken heart drawn on it.


Shard's hand continued to wave in the air, searching in vain for the bear, his hand smacking the bench, the ground, waving through air like it just did not care, before poking Gareth's scythe..thing... and then finally latching onto something soft! Unfortunately for Shard, this soft thing was far too squishy, and his face contorted in confusion. Also... this soft squishy thing happened to be attached to a certain likely-pissed Lillith as part of her body. "Aha! I finally... found... it...." Shard's triumphant tone and his voice's volume both fell as confusion continued to win over in his mind, before his face froze with understanding and he turns to face the computer screen before sighing "Now THAT is not a Teddy bear!" Shard hand, not having moved for the second it took him to realize what he touched, zipped back into the portal and Shard gripped his hat in worry. Bobbing his head to and fro in thought as he questioned himself "Do you think she'll be mad?....."

(Lunaria, shadowstikr, feel free to control Jimmy/Deady if you wish.. or decide to keep them or not. Also if you look up Deady he is an actual thing  xP Not my original idea there.)
 
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The Forest


@folclor @TommyGun15 @shadowstrikr25


Grim landed on his back just as the explosive heat wave and blast force hit him, but as he was on the ground and behind a few screening trees, he avoided the adamantine fragments. Though clumps of dirt, deadfall, and some bits of James landed on him. Rolling backwards to his feet the otter brought both pistols up, aiming at James. 


He had gotten into a low crouch and started forward, begining to apply pressure to the triggers. Just as they were about to break and send two plasma filled adamantine rounds screaming at James head. There was a high pitched whiz-snap just above his head, quickly followed by a loud crack. Grim felt an odd sensation dribble down his cheek. Blinking a few times, his right paw moved to touch his cheek. He felt a warm sticky substance, pulling his fingers away he saw they were covered in blood. 'Oh for fuck's sake.' His body seemed to act quicker then his mind as he dove for cover behind a tree. 'I be shot?' That's when the most excruciating headache he had ever felt started smashing into his skull. His vision became blurry and he wanted to scream out in pain and anger, but didn't want to give away his position. 


Snarling the otter looked to James prone form, raising his right pistol, took aim as best he could, and fired four shots at his back and side. Being only about 35 feet if his aim was off, it was possible two of the plasma adamantine bullets would graze his back, but two of the rounds would land squarely in James prone, unmoving corps. 
 
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Arena


@shadowstrikr25 and then @Mad Prince of Sanity


Lillith's smile didn't falter in the least when the boy attacked her. She was completely calm, as she knew that she could most likely lunge forward and tackle the boy before he could cut off her head. Fully, at least. As long as a tiny bit of flesh connected her head to her neck, it would heal. 


"Oh, you're a little au sang chaud, aren't you?" She asked the child. It was nice to meet somebody who spoke French. Not that she preferred speaking French over any other language she'd learned. She usually only switched to another language than English when she was calling a person something, though. "He's adorable, isn't he Nathan?"


When the boy removed his scythe and cleared a seat for her, she was about to sit down, choosing to ignore the random teddy bear that seemed to appear from no where. It didn't exactly concern her. What was a teddy bear going to do to her, after all?


Of course her plan to sit was interrupted by some floating hand reaching out and groping her. She stood there, dumbfounded for a moment before all the blood rushed to her face, not in embarrassment, but in extreme rage. She made it a point to smell the arm before it was quickly snatched back into the portal. "Excuse me, Kleine." She told the boy, calling him little one in German. 


With that, she followed the scent of the hand to the madman whom she had decided might be worth speaking to earlier. He had just managed to lower himself on her inner food-chain. "Do you think yourself high enough in status to touch me, madman?" She demanded.  He seemed mad as a hatter, as the saying goes, so she had decided to refer to him as a madman.


Lillith was actually quite pissed, though she was less angry than she had been when speaking to Scarlet, who was currently not even on the food chain. She was on something akin to a kill list.


"I will give you exactly 20 seconds to apologize." Lillith informed him, her eyes glowing blue. At this point it wouldn't be easy to appease her, although throwing in a your majesty might help. Of course, he might not have heard any of her assertions that she was Queen, and if he did, he still might not say it. He might not even see fit to apologize, which would only piss her off even further. Of course the main reason for her rage was that somebody she considered inferior, (as she considered everybody,) had dared to touch her. Had she any real respect for him at this point in time her temper might not have flared quite so much.


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Subspace Ivela's Room


@Mad Prince of Sanity and then just Jimmy


Ivela took the books that Shard offered her, looking down at them. She laughed at Jimmy's mischievousness, trying to glance up at the eyeball that she was slowly deciding was adorable. She was a little bit intimidated to use them, although she knew that she was going to end up becoming quite familiar with them. This training would most likely be taxing, although she kind of liked the fact that she could be self sufficient with her training. That was actually very closed to what she was used to. Once you learn the basics of Nen, the rest of it is pretty self sufficient. It isn't really something that a teacher can hold your hand through. Some people even managed to teach themselves. 


"Thank you." She said simply, looking up at Shard. She was a bit alarmed when he put his hands on his face while talking about base magic, though grateful when he covered her ears. He shouted the last word, last word being amusing, She didn't hear any more than a random shout of the word, but from the way that the room around her shook, she was quite pleased that he had been kind enough to cover her ears. 


Somehow she doubted that he would be as forgiving to her eardrums in the future. Ivela was beginning to realize that she would most likely never be able to predict what Shard would do next. He was completely random. 'He did basically say he is literally madness.'


When he left the room, she sighed, staring down at the books as Jimmy floated down to her.


She looked at the floating eye as it hovered in front of her, squinting her own eyes. "You are a strange one. But you're rather cute, Jimmy." It made more of the strange, worbly giggling noises that it had made when it made the illusion. 


"I imagine that you'll be quite a helpful little companion." Ivela told Jimmy with a smile. Then she set the two books down on the floor, making a mental note to pick them up and get started on them in a little while. At the moment however, she was going to prance around like she had stopped herself from doing earlier. Now Shard was no longer present, so she would not feel the least bit embarrassed about running around the room.


Ivela's first stop was to go leap onto her bed similar to the way a 5 year old would. She landed on the bed in a position similar to the way a cat lands after pouncing on something. She grabbed one of the pillows and rolled over onto her back, holding it up. She stared at it before squishing it with her hands.


"Look at this bed, Jimmy! It's huge!" She said before giggling. Ivela only ever acted this way when she was alone. While she was usually calm and collected, she tended to act much younger than her age when she was alone.
 
The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15 @shadowstrikr25


Why'nn lost sight of Grim and swore under her breath.  Her gaze scanned the trees until four shots rang out.  He was the only other gun user, after all.  While her vision wasn't good enough to see bullets as they were flying, she did see the muzzle flashes.  This told her where the otter was.  Aware of her enemy's location, she jumped forward and sprinted, moving around behind his hiding spot.  She spun her scythe, moving to take his head from his body.  Of course, he could've heard her.  He could move.


Beyond all of this, despite her determined expression, her vision was a bit blurry and her head still pounded.  When the Visage took control she always had an adverse reaction.  Though her vision would clear soon enough, her head would not cease its pain for the rest of the day.
 
The Forest


@folclor @shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15


The loud report of the handgun did nothing to help his headache. The otter could feel every beat of his heart as it sent adrenaline throughout his body. Taking a breath he leaned against the tree, trying to catch his breath and holstering his right pistol to check the wound on his head. 


He barely heard the rapid foot steps of someone coming up behind him, growling he reached his right paw down, but instead of grabbing his pistol it came up with his right axe. He rolled to his right, just as Why'nn's blade came around tree. Lightly catching him across his left shoulder. His left leading the roll around the tree, trying trying acquire good target to shoot at. 


He knew he would have to stay in close to keep the scythe as a disadvantage for as long as possible. If he gave space he would have to give a lot of it to get the advantage his pistol would give him in reach. 


With the increase of movement, more blood flowed and matted his fur. Unbeknownst to him, part of his ear and a good chunk of his skull were missing. The bleeding would eventually stop, and shower if he could get a minute to use one of those foul tasting potions the nurses had handed out. 
 
The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15 @shadowstrikr25


HP - 24


Potions - 3 Cure Moderate Wounds


Why'nn moved with him.  She saw the weapon switch and slid her scythe into her bag, ready and willing to fight with her fists.  Earlier he'd demonstrated his lack of susceptibility to magic, so she doubted her touch would work, but she'd try it anyway.  Moving in close, she aimed to grab him and smash her head into his.  She saw the damage.  It almost made her smile and she began to wonder what otter tasted like.  No.  That was desecration and she needed to move away from that habit.


Grim was a seasoned combatant.  He was likely better than her when they were both at max health.  However, she hoped that, by her initial shot and the blood she could see coming from his shoulder, they were a little more level now.
 
The Forest


@folclor @shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15


Grim grinned a cold determined grin as he watched her move with him around the tree trunk. He could feel a slight numbness in his left paw, but not to a disconcerting level, he willed his fingers to grip the axe tighter. 


He reflexively drew his extended left arm back as lil Why'nn reached for him. As her searching hand made contact with his injured shoulder he felt her innate magic flow over him, to no affect. Tucking the hilt of the pistol tight into his chest, and canting it out slightly the otter squeezed the trigger twice as she got closer. The muzzle only an arms length grin its target, Grim didn't need to aim to know the shots would impact in her ribs. Or should if she didn't some how dodge. 


Being so close and in contact, the otter could not avoid the incoming headbutt, so he tucked his chin to his chest and tried to have the crown of his forehead be the contact point. It was going to hurt, there was no way around that, it might stagger him. But hopefully the blow would be just as disabling for her as well. 
 
The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25


HP - 17


Potions - 3 Cure Moderate Wounds


The gun fired and, while the first hit her, shattering a rib in its trajectory, she managed to twist out of the way of the second, bringing her body back to deliver a more vicious headbutt.  However, she connected with the crown of his head.  This sent her stumbling back a little and it took a moment to shake off the dazed feeling.  Only then did she realize that the bullet had exited her body through her cybernetic left shoulder.  Black coolant poured from the hole and she turned back to the otter, saddened.


"These are my only clothes," she stated.  It almost looked as though she were going to cry.  However, she pulled her scythe from her bag instead and went at him, putting all her power into her attacks.  The more she attacked, the more coolant sprayed.  The more coolant sprayed, the less she was able to properly use her left arm. 'Thank the gods I thought to install an explosive in this thing.'
 
The Forest


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25


As Grim and Why'nn fought, Pale Luna arced down from the sky and landed next to James.  She sniffed him, then nudged him a few times with her horn to see if he was actually dead.  He was, so she used her horn to flip him onto his back she she could look at him.  She gently lowered her head and tapped his forehead with her horn, as a sign of respect.  He'd been a good master, if only for a short while.  But she remembered something she'd asked him to do should this happen.


Then Pale Luna cantered over to where Grim and Why'nn were fighting, and aimed a kick at Grim's face.


(I'm accepting my loss, but I'm still bored.  So I'mma do this.)
 
===Gareth===


The Arena


Some stupid-ass plush, previously the other murder woman @Lunaria Silver @Mad Prince of Sanity


Gareth, a master of learning specific words in other languages for the exclusive purpose of freaking people out, had no idea that Lillith had in fact called him hot-blooded. His smile only grew at her reaction to being so close to death. He clearly found someone else near him on the food chain. At being called adorable, he laughed. "Adorable. That's a first. Usually it's sadistic or psychopath." From her lack of fear of his scythe, one thing was clearly broadcast. Either she didn't fear death, or she could have killed him before he decapitated her. Maybe both. The thought only made his smile grow wider.


Gareth's smile quickly faded as the bear dropped onto his lap and proclaimed its power. This development had him less than amused. As it began lashing out, he grabbed the bear by its head, reading the note as it struggled. 'What is this, some guy's idea of a joke?' However, at seeing the hand begin groping the woman who's name he still didn't know, his face went from mild irritation to straight 'What the actual fuck'. He quickly threw Deady to the ground and pinned the plush under his shoe, pressing the thing to the ground. "Evil Incarnate my ass." He began twisting his heel into the plush, which would cause a person in that situation a great deal of pain. However, this was a plush that was just begging to be released, statements that were fully ignored by Gareth. "Don't even wanna kill it 'cause it doesn't bleed." Still, the thought of shooting the plush was very, very tempting.
 
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The Arena


@folclor


Geralt had been watching the fight in silence up to this point.  He had to admit, that one non-human had potential, even if he required further training.  Perhaps..?  No.  He'd decided no a long time ago.  Then again...  Geralt sighed, shook his head, and walked up to stand next to Nishira.


"The otter.  He has potential, but I feel what he lacks is proper training.  Tell me, is he taken?"
 
The Arena


@TommyGun15 @StartingOver


Nishira looked over at the Witcher.  "Why, Geralt, you never told me you want to be bound."  She chuckled.  "No, he's not.  But you know the rules."  The lich continued to stroke her pet's hair gently, kissing the new teacher on the cheek.  "So when do you want to be bound?  I have the perfect devotion."  The glee in the headmistress's voice was possibly dangerous.  Her attention was caught by the action on the screen momentarily.


"Oh, look, pet.  The girl seems to have rallied.  Looks like your session with her is back on."
 
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The Arena


@folclor


Geralt's face was set in a grim frown as he breifly reconsidered what he was about to do.  But, now wasn't really the time to back out, he'd already brought it up.  Although it didn't surprise him that Nishira had been cooking up some torture for him the whole tie he'd been working for her.


"I would prefer to do this now, and get it over with.  I already know what devotion to use on the boy, I'll fill you in after mine."


With that Geralt turned and began to walk towards the hallway.
 
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The Arena


@TommyGun15


"Oh, Geralt, I can't leave this hall right now."  Nishira shook her head.  "I have to see the wonderful bloodshed.  Stay and watch it with me.  It seems dear Delrick has decided not to join us.  So I need you to watch these children by my side and suggest how they can be trained better.  Take the two fighting.  What could each of them do better?"  The predatory smile upon her face told him she was still relishing the idea of his coming pain.
 
The Arena


@folclor

Geralt studied the two intently for a moment, watching how they fought to determine how they could best improve.


"The boy isn't using his melee weapons, despite the fact that the girl is clearly within range of them, rendering his ranged weapons far less effective..  As for the girl, her training and technique are good, but her choice of weapon is poor.  The scythe is a farming tool, not a weapon, and it is improperly balance for hand-to-hand combat.  While I cannot deny that her training is impeccable, one can only train so much before they become limited by the natural pitfalls of their own weapons.  Finally, both of them rushed into combat too quickly.  While using his grenades on the spellcaster was a sound strategy, he stayed and fought a bit too long, despite being under fire, and now he is outnumbered.  If he's smart, he'll try to retreat.  I myself would use a smoke bomb in this situation, but if he doesn't have one, he'll likely get shot in the back, or gored by that winged unicorn.  I'm afraid to say that despite his potential, the boy appears to be backed into a corner."
 
The Arena


@TommyGun15 @shadowstrikr25


Nishira glanced at him, the smile still in place.  "Would you be surprised to find out Mr. Shell has the most real world combat experience in the entire student population?"  Her attention turned back to the screen as the fight seemed to get a bit more bloody.  "You're not wrong.  I'd like to see you try to pry that from her hands, though.  Unfortunately, certain religious orders use that as their holy weapon in her home realm.  Trying to take it away from her would likely result in the girl trying to take your head off."  The lich chuckled.  "Yes, the fact that his skull is currently cracked, part of it missing, should give him a little bit of leeway, though.  You ever have your brain exposed to the elements?  It's very disorienting."


Coolant and blood flowed.  The otter looked worse off than the girl, but both were nowhere near stopping it seemed.  "I should recall that unicorn..."  Nurses seemed to appear out of nowhere, grabbing James's body and disappearing with it.  His portion of the mirror was condensed, giving way to a split screen between Reagan and the two currently engaged in combat.  "And I should make things more interesting, shouldn't I?"  The headmistress snapped her fingers.  Suddenly, the skies clouded over.


At least, it began as normal clouds.  Not long after, the clouds darkened until it seemed as night in the forest.  Vines began growing over the trees with rather sharp thorns.  One invaded Reagan's hiding space, threatening to impale the young girl and trap her there.  The thorns seemed to grow thicker and longer when covered in blood.


The nurses pulled James out of the forest and revived the boy.  They pointed him toward the school once he was conscious.
 
The Forest


@folclor @shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15


Grim's world exploded in a flash of white and a high pitched tone that blocked out all other sounds when Why'nn's head crashed into his, sending him stumbling back a few paces. Eventually falling to one knee, his right paw coming up to clutch his aching and severely abused head. Taking a ragged unsteady breath, he looked up to his opponent, expecting an immediate onslaught; shaking his head as the ringing slowly faded, her muffled words slowly floating in. Rolling his eyes he was rising to his feet as she charged, bringing his right axe to parry and deflect he scythe swings. 


The otter heard and caught a glimpse of the horrid abomination the mage had ridden coming closer. With the scythe swings becoming a little less precise, taking a half step back Grim brought his axe across in a sweeping motion (his right to left) to catch, hook, and redirect the larger weapon up over his head to block the horrid beasts kick. 


The woodland warrior did not notice the shift in clouds at first, but when the thorns started encroaching from everywhere something in the back of his mind clicked and told him to break contact and regroup. 


His left arm came up quick as a flash and aimed straight at Why'nn's face and fired four shots quickly. It was an obvious and blunt move, one that could easily be avoided if the girl choose to keep fighting. But if she did dodge them there was a very good chance she would lose sight of him for just a moment, which all he needed to get away. 


If Why'nn did avoid the gun shots, Grim would twist back to his right, keeping the pistol leveled at her, sprinting away from her, towards the vine and thorn covered trees. The fact it was dark as night did not seen bother him in the slightest. Once behind the tree he reached into his bag trying to grab one of the potions. 


If Why'nn took the four shots to the face, and either survived somehow or the visage took over, the otter would be forced to make a difficult choice. 
 
The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15 @shadowstrikr25


HP - 17


Potions - 3 Cure Moderate Wounds


The darkness was not distressing for darkness's sake.  Instead, Why'nn found herself very much expecting the abomination to be somewhere.  This set her on edge and proved to make her strikes more powerful, if more desperate.  It was clear, she wanted out now.  It took her a moment to refocus and in that moment she found her scythe redirected and the otter's gun pointed at her face.  She twisted, avoiding the shots.


Thankfully, she could see almost as well in darkness as she could in light.  He was running.  She heard and saw him.  Knowing her scythe was now going to be useless, she stowed it, then ripped off her cybernetic arm, hit a button on it, and threw it.  Immediately, she took cover behind a tree and pulled out one of her potions. Ripping the cork out with her mouth and spitting it upon the ground, she gulped down the blue liquid.  All of her wounds closed.  Though she was missing an arm, all that remained of her injuries were the bloodstains and torn clothing.


HP - 32


Potions - 2 Cure Moderate Wounds


The appendage landed near Grim, about 30 feet away.  It wasn't perfect aim.  It wouldn't land at his feet, but it would be well within the range needed.  There was a moment of silence before an explosion rocked the forest.  The burst of fire and shrapnel would be lethal at 15 feet, but wounding out to a couple hundred feet.


Why'nn smashed the bottle against the tree at her back, slamming bits of the glass into a thorn and ripping it from its vine.  She wouldn't be as good with this as a properly made weapon, but she would have a better chance at causing damage.  She jumped out from her hiding place and rushed toward the otter's last known location.
 
===Reagan===


The Forest 


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna 


Reagan was calming her own breathing as she started to recharge again, at least until she heard creaking wood. Feeling something poke her back, she scrambled forward finding... vines? 'What the... What kinda nature magic is this?' What surprised her even more were the thorns, with ones that touched the bloodstain on the tree getting larger, seeming to feed on it. The same happened with the thorn that jabbed her in the back. Even worse, everything seemed to be getting darker, making it hard to see anything at all. 'Crap, I can't stay still for much longer. Left arm's still useless, I'm injured, and I haven't heard bangs or booms. Someone's looking for me. And I won't be able to see them if they find me.'


Reagan used what time she had to cut off her coat's left sleeve and fashion it into a makeshift sling to hold her left arm. 'Alright, now my arm won't just swing wildly. Gotta be something I can do, right? Wouldn't they tell me if I won? I would check, if I could freaking see. But Grim... how did he find me? Was it just dumb luck? No, couldn't be, he would have taken me out. Two hour trek to find James... if he just randomly found me, I would be dead on the ground right now. Something else. Maybe he can track on scent? Possible. If he saw me start on that trek, then he might have thought about killing two birds with one stone. Time to try and throw him off.' Reagan slid off the rest of her jacket and let it fall to the ground, hoping that it would provide a minor distraction if Grim was tracking her by scent.


She backed away slightly, trying to figure out how she was going to hide from opponents who could probably see her in the dark. 'Let's see... I can make electricity, but that gives away my location. If I can lure them, maybe? But how will I see them approach? Think.' Reagan scratched her head, trying to think of an answer that would work. She grinned as she found a solution to both problems.


First, she created a small orb of electricity, about the size of a dime. It provided enough light to take the area from 'moonless night' to 'night with a full moon' and hopefully was dim enough so that none of the other combatants spotted it. She used her light source to move away from her jacket, finding a safe area to crouch for the moment. Second, she tested the orb, seeing if she could move it. It cooperated slowly, at about her walking speed. Just by pouring more mana into it, she could increase the size and brightness, and it's purpose was illumination, not electrocution. She let the orb fizzle out of existence as she decided to wait a little bit longer. She had no way of know who was still alive, if anyone, and she felt that time would tell if the odds were going to be in her favor.


MANA: 21%
 
Arena


@folclor


Violet had begun to pace back and forth at the arena. She was as nervous as always when Grim was fighting. She looked over to Valian and wondered if he would give her some support. She snorted and turned away. He would just say something stupid. As for now this was all she could do. She felt powerless and it pissed her off.


Arena


Scarlet sighed and smiled and Nishira showed her some much needed attention. This is what Scarlet craved. Her eyes turned to the screen. "Why'nn is doing quite well after all. That nasty thing that comes out isn't good news. I'll have to keep that in mind." Scarlet leaned closer becoming bored with the fights. She began to lightly kiss Nishira's neck. "Can we play after?"
 
The Arena


@StartingOver


Valian's expression was solemn as he watched his brother fight.  This was a lot more vicious than he'd anticipated.  He fully expected Grim to clean up against the first years.  But now, with the parts of his skull missing and what was essentially two grenades thrown at him, Valian feared Grim's death.  He glanced over at Violet and realized her state.  The boy offered a smile and began to walk with her.  "He'll come through all right," he assured, though that was as much to himself as to her.  "He'll beat them both and come through all right."  His smile faltered.  "He already beat James, yeah?  He's got an edge up on Why'nn and Reagan will be no problem."


---


Nishira closed her eyes a moment.  In truth, she hated when someone kissed her like that, but she'd never told Scarlet.  No reason to upset her pet.  "Yes, pet.  I'll make sure, after I do some bindings, you and I have time alone."  Her attention turned to the mirror and she raised an eyebrow as Why'nn ripped off her left arm and threw it, causing it to explode like a grenade.  Perhaps giving the girl a cybernetic arm was a bad idea...  She'd talk to both Manara and Delrick later to get their perspectives.
 
Hallways


People I'm with:  No one


People who'll hear what I'm doing:  Just about everyone in the school  @folclor @StartingOver @Lunaria Silver @shadowstrikr25


James picked himself up and began to walk back to the school, hanging his head in defeat.  He clenched his fists as he walked, shaking as the air around him twisted and warped.  He'd lost the tournament, and he'd failed his mistress.  A passing student stopped in front of him, and James shoved the boy aside.  Without even thinking about it, James launched a wave of kinetic force fro his hand as he pushed the boy, and the unfortunate student's body was smashed into a gory paste upon the wall, the entire building seeming to shake with the force of the impact.  The the wall cracked, and fell, collapsing into a pile of rubble and killing at least another two students and wounding several more.


James looked at the shattered wall and the student's who'd been killed by it, then scowled and kept walking down the hallway.


The Arena


Geralt nodded.  "I'm not saying he's incompetent.  He's clearly got skill and talent.  But right now he's outnumbered, and it would be wise of him to retreat... and there he goes.  Wait... Is that girl's arm a bomb?  Regardless, I think that boy could really be something special if given the proper training."


Suddenly, the entire arena seemed to shake, as some of the stands collapsed, burying several students in rubble.  The student who'd been killed in the tournament was standing on front of the hole in the wall, then turned and walked down the hallway.  Geralt turned to Nishira.


"I know you're enjoying the bloodshed, and the new teacher's company, but I really think that situation might require some direct action."
 
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