Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

The Arena


@StartingOver @TommyGun15


The headmistress shrugged.  "Honestly?  I have no idea.  She probably needs more oversight.  I'll be talking to Delrick once this is finished."  Nishira felt the deaths of more students and the air around her grew cold.  "Yes..."  She took Scarlet off her lap, stood, and placed the teacher in her chair.  "Don't worry, pet, I'll be back."  Her voice seemed distracted.


The lich then teleported, arriving in front of James.  She grabbed him by the head.  "I didn't give you permission to kill, did I?  And yet you've killed..." she looked and counted, "three of your fellows and injured a few more."  Her expression was not one that spoke of being impressed.  "What do you have to say for yourself?"
 
Hallways


@folclor


James met Nishira's gaze without blinking.  He didn't look scared, he didn't really look like he was feeling any emotion at all.


"I'd say that I killed the wrong three students.  But there's really nothing to do about it now is there?  Now here's my question.  If I can do this..."


James snapped his finger, and a nearby student's head twisted to the side with an audible snap.  The student's lifeless body fell to the ground.


"Then how come I lost the damn tournament?  The only answer I can think of is that I need to be stronger."
 
Hallway


@TommyGun15


Nishira sighed.  "You're killing my fodder, James, and I might well hang you from the parapets at this point.  You may be an important part of my plan, but I can always find another."  Her hand crept around to the back of his neck and she picked him up until he was eye level with her, almost a foot off the ground.


"You want to get stronger?  Step one: Get over yourself.  You're an arrogant boy.  You and the bird share that trait.  You think you can't be beaten, like you should've been the strongest.  'If I can do this why did I lose the tournament?'"  Her tone with the last bit was mocking.  "It's because you're not as smart or strong or wise as you think you are.  You spent too much time sure of yourself, not enough time knowing your enemies as enemies.  Take the girl, for instance.  Did you not learn anything about her that you could've used?  Surely there was something.  No, you just treated her like it was a sparring match in the arena.  You didn't try to trap or destroy the undead creature.  You let your fear rule you.  You ran.  You listened to her.  And what happened then?  Instead of hacking her head off before she could transform, instead of making sure she was out, you ran away and went to sleep.  Oh, cute little James with his alarm spell.  It warned you enough to start casting, but you chose spells that took too long.  When grenades came at you, you didn't move, you didn't run, you didn't try to throw them back or contain them.  You let them blow up in your face."


The unnatural cold filled the hallway and Nishira began to walk.  Around James the hallways would seem to twist and decay.  "Pride goes before the fall, my boy, and you have quite a lot of it.  Tell me: Are all princelings so stupid?"  Whether it was an illusion or reality, the stench of rotting flesh would fill the boy's nostrils as corpses seemed to hang from the ceiling.  "There's only one thing to do with you, James.  There's only one way I can see to give you the boost needed..."  She chuckled.  "I'm going to give you knowledge.  I will put you in a room and when I come back, at the end of the day today, when I return to let you go about your business, I expect you to have made it a fair way through."


A creaking shriek filled the air as a wrought iron door that hadn't been there before swung open.  Nishira threw James into the stone room.  A dark, sticky substance covered the floor.  Had there been light, James would've seen it was drying blood.  No matter what spells he cast, no matter what his Will attempted, he would not be able to escape.  Upon a desk in the cramped room lay a book.  It was bound in a lighter leather and seemed to glow a bit.  Its cover held no words, but its pages contained the most vile, darkest corruption and evil that could exist in the multiverse.  While the boy couldn't know, Nishira certainly did.  By reading this book, he would be drawn in by these ideas.  He would, slowly, fall to the darkness.  He would become more useful to her in what she intended for him.


"Have fun, my boy."


The door slammed behind her as she left and the hallway seemed to return to normal.  The door remained unseen to all but Nishira and Delrick, and the headmistress returned to her post at the arena.
 
The Forest


@folclor @shadowstrikr25


If Grim had had time to let out a sigh of relief in seeing Why'nn dodge away and give him the precious second he needed to get away, he would have. But as it was he was too busy sprinting towards the older trees. The otter heard something clatter-thunk to the ground about 30 feet behind him. Chancing a glance back he saw Why'nn's arm on the ground and the girl diving for cover. 'Oh, dat cannae be gud.' That thought flashed through his head just before the arm detonated, sending clumps of earth, rocks, chunks of wood and bits of metal fragments flying in all directions. 


He grunted as some of those chunks of debris found new homes inside the otter's back, shoulders and legs. The force of the impacts knocked him to the ground and the air from his chest. His world swirled and spun. "Fer fucks sake." He muttered as he crawled into a nearby bush grove, hiding in the underbrush. Breathing was painful as life giving oxygen forced its way into his ravaged lungs. One paw bug in the satchel and pulled one of the vials free. With trembling paws he managed to get the cork out, snarling in anticipated disgust, he downed the healing potion. 


Almost at once he could feel his wounds closing and forcing the foreign objects out. The head wound began knitting itself together as well, giving relief to the worst headache ever. 


The ringing in his ears hadn't fully gone away, but he could hear Why'nn, or some one rushing in his direction. Picking up his pistol, the otter made sure he was fully covered by the bush grove, hoping it provided adequate concealment from a running opponent. But in case it didn't he held his pistol before him and his axe at the side ready to strike. 


----Delrick----


The monk nodded in appreciation of both Grim's actions and Why'nn's responses. Though he wondered why the undead unicorn had persisted after James death and removal from the field, and why Nishira had let it. 


A small smile creased his face as the otter used the large scythe to his advantage in controlling the battlefield. The smile grow as it seemed his apprentice dodged the close in gun fire, but the smile was checked when he watched the headbutt. "Must reinforce the technique." 


The ploy to gain separation was a good one, a bit reckless, but effective. When Why'nn removed her arm, he raised an eyebrow. When she threw it, he squinted and pursed his lips. When he saw her diving for cover it clicked into place, before the explosion. "Seriously, what is the Sith teaching her? It must come to an end." He shook his head and continued to watch. 
 
The Locked Room


Alone


James  sat up and looked down at his clothes, sighing as he couldn't see them.


"Bitch."  James muttered under his breath.  


Still, she said the knowledge contained within that book could give him the power he sought.  So James stood, walked over to the desk, sat down, and began to read.


The words and spells within the book were of a dark nature, as if they'd been written by a madman, or several madmen throughout the ages.  Yet there was something about it all that James found somewhat fascinating.  He began to rapidly flip through the pages, reading faster and faster as he absorbed the knowledge within the book.  


The Forest


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Seconds after the explosion went off, Pale Luna darted into the trees to Why'nn's side, circling around and coming at Grim from the side in an attempt to gore him with her 2 foot horn.


While she was charging Grim, Why'nn might've noticed a small piece of paper on the ground that had fallen from James's pocket.  The paper read as such.


Dear Why'nn


If you're reading this, it means that I've died during the tournament, probably because you killed me.  That wouldn't surprise me.  Either way, since you've beaten me, I want you to take Pale Luna with you.  I've asked her to listen to you and to aid you in combat for the duration of the fight.  Go out there and win for me, alright?


Sincerely, 


James Belgarion
 
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The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25 @TommyGun15


HP - 32


Potions - 2 Cure Moderate Wounds


Why'nn was about to follow Pale Luna's path when she noticed the small paper.  This stopped her in her charge and she grabbed it, hiding behind a tree to read.  She still had trouble reading Common sometimes, but his script brought his voice to mind and, even when she had trouble with the sentences, she was able to understand the gist of it.  Her eyes closed and she held the paper close, whispering a prayer before stowing the note in her jacket, picking up the makeshift weapon again, and, this time, approaching more slowly.


He would've been hurt by the explosion but if he survived she believed he was likely smart enough to partake in the healing potions.  She had to put herself in his mind.  Were she in his situation, where would she go?  Into cover, no doubt.  She'd heard noises from a general direction, but that didn't give her an exact location.  As she moved, she found a larger shard of her arm and slipped it into her pocket as a back up knife.  Pale Luna had charged and made quite a lot of noise.  She seemed to believe she'd found Grim, but Why'nn continued her cautious approach.


While her technique would likely not be to the liking of Bhaal, she accomplished as much as a girl barely trained in stealth could and finally came to the bushes where Pale Luna was attempting to gore Grim.  As the undead unicorn had come from an open and visible place, Why'nn assumed her opponent wouldn't be paying as much attention to the rustling leaves that signaled her approach from behind.  As silently as she could, she crept up on the otter and swung at him with the thorn and glass.  If the plant tasted his blood, it would begin to lengthen, forcing itself forward into him.  If it didn't, or if the glass caught him instead, he would still take a decent amount of damage.


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The Arena


@StartingOver @TommyGun15


Nishira returned to her seat and welcomed Scarlet back to her lap, kissing her pet on the cheek.  "Don't worry, Geralt, I've taken care of the issue.  Pet, dear Scarlet, I don't think you'll have to worry about James at all from now on."  She chuckled.  "Oh, everything is coming out quite all right."
 
Shard


Arena


@Lunaria Silver - Lillith Mahler


Shard blinked as the one known as Lillith approached him. Her rather-angry countenance registering to the supposed madman and, in a flash, he had an idea. As Lilith truly got close to the man she would note Shard was furiously scrubbing away at his hand and applying a substance known as "soap" to it over and over again in an obsessive manner. Pretending to not even notice Lillith's tirade against him. "Uggghh! Great! After touching that thing I'll NEVER get my hand clean again!" Shard suddenly glanced up at Lillith before bolting upright, a fake indignant look scouring his features, and he made use of the same spell he had shown Ivela, and raised his voice just a bit in order to speak above the huffy Queen "Oh WONDERFUL! Listen sweetheart, I do apologize to ask this HIGH honor of being able to wound my person, but would you PLEASE sever this pesky, filth-touched limb before I have to look at it again!?" Shard then extended his arm towards Lillith and closed his eyes... before outright vanishing due to teleportation a moment later. For a handful of seconds, it would seem like Shard had simply fled the scene, as it were, but then, as Lillith would turn to move or take a step, Shard would appear directly before her and literally sweep the ancient woman off her feet. One hand supporting her via the small of her back and the other entangled lightly in her hair to hold her gaze steady. A steady, firm mental assault assailing Lillith emanating from Shard's hands as his gloves, also affected by magic, stuck to her own clothing like they were coated in super-glue. A wild grin then spread Shard's features as he answered "But in ALL honesty my dear you ask the wrong questions. The question is not whether I think myself high enough to touch you, but whether you can convince yourself you did not enjoy it."

Shard then leaned forward, eyes swirling a multitude of warring colors, like refracted light coming through a million stain-glass windows. As he neared, Lillith would feel warm breathe, and the mental prying of the Madness assailing her mind get a bit more powerful until... nothing. Just as the moment of impact would occur, Shard vanished once more, leaving Lillith to likely fall on her keister as the mental assault on her ended as quickly as it began, and the last illusory sound it left with her was one of Shard laughing to his insane heart's content. The sound seeming to echo for a moment so as to make sure Lillith heard it.
 
The Forest


@folclor @shadowstrikr25


Grim listened intently as the pounding rush came closer. Hooves? He rolled his eyes just as the horn led the way, almost straight down, for the horrid sad beasts head into the bushes just to his right. Without standing, he swung the spiked end of his axe into the skull of the unicorn's head, lodging the 3 inch spike right next to the base of the horn. 


Gripping his axe tight and wrenching the axe towards him, the otter snarled and let out a small grunt as he brought his pistol over and placed the muzzle next to the horrid beast's head, just behind its eye, and squeezed the trigger. Sending a destructive round through the things brain box. The entrance wound was blackened due to the muzzle flash, as the bullet traveled through the soft interior, creating shockwaves that rapidly expanded and contracted, ripping and tearing through what would pass for the creatures cognitive area. Once it reached the other side of the skull it punched its way out, creating a half-fist sized hole. Sending bone fragments and gore flying out with it. 


The time from the axe piercing the skull to the bullet destroying the brain as skull, to the beast falling dead (again) with a whimper and whiney, took only a few seconds. Grim shifted his pistol to the back part of the skull and fired once more, blowing out the area between the eyes and taking a good portion of the snout with it. 


Yanking the axe from the abomination's head, he rolled to his side and crawled out quickly, the ringing in his ears had come back, thanks to the gun shot, but his sense of smell was picking something up. Oil? Metal? Blood? Why'nn! The otter lifted his head and quickly looked around, only just catching a glimpse of Why'nn as she struck out at him from behind and to his left. Only having time to react defensively, the woodland warrior twisted violently away, the glass shard laying open his his jacket and cutting a long shallow gash along his back. 


As he twisted his right axe comes up and around, attempting to catch, hook, and trap her arm.


If succeeded this what would happen. The curved under portion of the axe blade would hook onto her forearm as the body of the axe pushed her arm down and away. He the otter would step into the turn, the axe would roll over the top of Why'nn's arm to set the spike against the back of her forearm near her elbow. This would put slight pressure on her extensor carpi radialis brevis pressure point. This would cause her arm to rotate outward fully extended. He hand would be palm up, whether she dropped the improvised weapon would depend on her grip strength. At the same time his left forearm would come down onto the middle of her triceps, putting direct painful pressure on the brachii pressure point. The body mechanics would force for her forward to bend at the waist. 


Effectively Why'nn would be bent forward at the waist, he right arm fully extended and twisted so both elbow and palm were facing the sky. With Grim applying his superior body weight to force the smaller girl to the ground. 


If he failed to trap her arm, his left pistol would come around to aim at her head and fire one shot, whether that shot hit or missed, he would continue to move in a circle to get behind her. 


(Both of Grim's axes look like this)


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(Grim's pistols)


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Arena


@folclor


Violet stopped and looked to Vailan."Look I don't need any of your bullsh..." She cocked her head to the side as she processed his words. She walked over and gave him a big hug. She was shaking with frustration, but also fear. He couldn't die, but could they fix his brain?  Would he be the same Otter? Violet didn't know the answers to these questions.


Scarlet gave a pout when she was sat down in the chair by herself. She was pretty independent, but she wanted her time with Nishira. She sat back down in her lap and sighed happily. "About time mistress. I was left to fend for myself when you sent me away to college. " she felt at home in Nishira arms. "I don't wish to do that again. As for James, I don't care for him anyway. He's not strong at all. Sure I can see the power you drool over and the things he could become, but the facts remain, that he like most of the prey in this school are stupid brats who whine about everything." She sighed. "He'll never be as strong as me." 
 
The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25


HP - 28


Potions - 2 Cure Moderate Wounds


Why'nn didn't let the undead unicorn's passing frustrate her, instead focusing on getting her arm out of the trap Grim had laid.  Initially, she was caught.  However, she ripped her arm out of the grip, letting her jacket take the damage and her forearm take some scrapes.  Glaring at the pistol, she dodged, just in time for the bullet to graze her cheek.  Rather than let herself get cornered or him come up behind her, she let the blood from her cheek fall onto the thorn.  It grew longer, sharper, almost curved upward until she drew it away.  Now it was more the size of a short sword than a dagger and she moved to attack again.


Feinting to the right (his left) she attempted to spear his wrist with the thorn.  Making his off hand useless wouldn't be as good as forcing his dominant hand out of combat, but at least it would stop the pistol shots.


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The Arena


@StartingOver


Valian was surprised at her affection and, for a moment, didn't know what to do.  Eventually, he returned the hug, patting her on the back.  "Hey, it's gonna be all right.  He'll come back same as ever.  You know that.  I mean, he's Grim.  He's amazing.  Don't worry so much."  Again, this was as much to comfort himself as it was to help her.  "He's strong, stronger than both of us combined, and very smart.  He'll come back in one piece."  'He has to.'


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Nishira chuckled at her pet's words.  "Don't worry.  I won't leave you alone.  I like you too much for that."  Her attention was on the battle, even though she did stroke Scarlet's hair softly.  "Maybe not in the same way, but he is going to become very strong.  And I'm in the process of corrupting him.  If nothing else, he'll be on your side after this afternoon."
 
The Forest


@folclor @shadowstrikr25


 Grim kept his momentum going and moved with her as she kept her gave towards him as best she could. Seeing the thorn grow drew his attention, to the point where he was almost caught off guard by the feint and thrust. 


The otter withdrew his paw as quick as he could to avoid becoming impaled on the magical plant. But his surprise cost him. Why'nn's thrust managed to catch his pistol just above his knuckle. Had she struck true it would have punctured his paw or wrist fully; instead it hit the hard polymer and forced the weapon from his grip. 


Grunting in surprise as much as frustration his paw went straight to his other axe as he moved to stay in front of her and about an arms length from the tip of her makeshift sword. With both axes out he held his left one just in front of him ready to intercept her strikes. The right one he held back just besides his shoulder to cut and hack and control when she moved. 
 
The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25


HP - 28


Potions - 2 Cure Moderate Wounds


This was a frustrating turn of events and she wished the nurses had given her a potion of regeneration.  A second arm would help immensely right now.  She didn't have the ability to use a scythe with one arm (though she'd tried her hardest in practice) and the sniper rifle would be the same problem.  So what were her options?  Continue circling until either she or her opponent tired out?  No.  Her mind began to work overtime and she continued moving, manipulating him into place.


When she felt the time was right, she took a few steps back, hurled the improvised weapon at the otter, and dove for his pistol.  Her hand closed around its grip and she rolled onto her feet, turning to aim and fired two shots.  One was aimed at the middle of his chest, the other at his head.  Whether or not they hit, she now had a longer range weapon she could use (at least for a few more shots).
 
The Forest


@folclor @shadowstrikr25


While Grim appreciated the break to catch his breath and calm, even if this break were only a few heartbeats. As the moved the otter kept his focus on her hand, expecting her to strike out at him, though he did not keep wary of her feet. She was the Sensei's apprentice after all. 


He stepped forward as she stepped back, his left arm coming up to deflect the throw. His right moving forward to swipe at her chest, but she was below the swing, just barely, as the blade shaved a few hairs from her head. Turning quickly he saw what she'd done and rushed to the left, getting of the X the weapons teacher called, the shot aimed at his chest passing through his jacket. He felt more then heard the high pitched whiz-crack of the bullet narrowly missing his head. 


Rushing in with his left axe leading coming up to get to the inside of her grip and direct the pistol out to the side as he stepped inside her arm, his right axe coming down hard aiming to hook the beard of the axe onto the back of her neck. 


If the axe caught and bit into the muscles and bone he would pull down hard, attempting rip the blade through her neck to her collar bone. 


Regardless of the axe hooking, he was bringing his right knee up into solarplexus. 
 
The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25


HP - 28


Potions - Cure Moderate Wounds


Her remaining hand was taken out, fairly far, and she was wide open.  Rather than let herself be hit, however, she moved with his direction down and to the right, out of his ax's range.  Doing so, however, sacrificed her hold on the gun.  She saw the knee coming and blocked it with her own, aiming a quick kick at his midsection afterward.  If she could've reached his head, she would've.  However, he had a few inches on her and she didn't have the leverage on him necessary.


If her kick hit, it would be hard enough to crack a rib.  Otherwise, she'd still be open and a bit off balance.
 
The Forest


@folclor @shadowstrikr25


Frustrated with her ability to dodge and the fact that his axe didn't connect, the otter growled and glared at Why'nn. 


Hearing the pistol drop to the ground, Grim kept his momentum going forward, twisting to his right to bring his left axe over and under her arm. Being as close as he was the otter could not avoid the kick, he both heard (internally) and felt the rib crack. Grunting as air was forced from her lungs, he locked the beard of the axe onto the top of her shoulder and tucked it tight into his body lifting upward sharply. By tucking her arm in close, he pulled her close enough that either of them could have attempted a headbutt. But due to the height difference he strike would connect with his jaw or possibly his snout if she tried. 


His right axe continued its path downward to her thigh where he would place the spike on the back of her thigh. She would feel the pressure on her twisted arm, both upward and rotational, and the spike hooking the back of her leg, the idea of being thrown to her back would not be beyond the realm of possibilities. 
 
The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25


HP - 26


Potions - 2 Cure Moderate Wounds


Why'nn grit her teeth, feeling her arm and leg pinned.  Putting her weight on the thigh, even pushing hard enough to tear her pants and pierce her flesh, she began to use her natural inclinations.  Her free leg came up, aiming at his groin.  At the same time, she leveraged her arm so she could slam her head into his jaw.  She made sure to aim so she would remain mostly unharmed from the attack, but she hoped both of these, at the same time, would force him to release her.


If he released her, she would dive for the pistol again, right herself, and fire off two shots.  If he didn't, she would be stuck.
 
===Reagan===


The Forest


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Reagan, noticing her location was wide open from all sides, thought of ways to fortify it. Thoughts that were quickly interrupted by an explosion and gunshots.'Alright, gues they're still going at it.' That and she was feeling around herself for those extra potions. 'Where are... I could have sworn I had them in my... jacket. Right.' Reagan fetched the four remaining potions from her jacket while she thought of a way to hide herself while still having the area trapped. She looked around, trying to find something, anything, that might help. Her attention turned to the thorn that stabbed her, noticing that it was larger than the others. The gears in her head began turning.


First, she moved her jacket and dug a small hole, not enough to immobilize someone, maybe enough to startle them. Next, she cut five thorns off of various vine around the area and placed them into the hole, pointed up. She then covered the hole with her jacket, making sure it looked like there wasn't a hole there that lead to a group of wooden spikes that would grow if they tasted blood. She retreated back into her hiding place and, with her dagger, sliced her palm open and began using her blood to get the thorns to grow.


By the time she was finished, she had a little box with viewports and solid cover. She quickly slammed down another potion and watched as her hand healed itself, feeling her left shoulder begin repairing itself as well. The limb wasn't nearly at its best state, but it could be moved around now.


MANA: 21%


===Gareth===


The Arena


No one.


Gareth grinned as the fight picked up, relishing the pain that was caused, even if he could have done it better. He was relaxed and calm, at least until the plush started talking again. "Oh fer..." Gareth gripped the bear, crushing its plush body in his hand. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Gareth then threw the bear with all his might, with the bear hitting a wall, bouncing, and landing in a trash can. "Better. Now it's where it belongs." Gareth sat back down and resumed watching the fights in mild glee, curious as to why the one sparky girl was staying in one place instead of joining in the fight. "Doesn't she know that this is to the death? Get in the action already!"
 
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Arena 


Violet looked up at Valian and nodded. "He has to come back. I don't want to be alone again. Not like before he took a intrest in me." She sighed tears trying to escape her eyes. She shook them away and nodded her head to the side. "I won't fight anymore. He has to win so he can protect me... And you." She looked back to Valian.


Arena


Scarlet rolled her eyes at the mention of James trying to help her. "Mistress I do not need nor want his help. I'd rather if he would fuck off." She wrapped her arms around Nishira and tried to relax. She looked grumpy as thoughts went across her mind. "Do you thnk I'm not worthy? I assure you if I didn't have to fight some of your own faculty.  I would have already secured Why'nn." Said Scar getting a bit defensive.


@folclor
 
The Arena


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @StartingOver


Valian watched the mirror carefully while Violet spoke. "I'll tell you right now that part of what he likes about you is your fire. I'd suggest you not lose it. You don't have to go around picking fights, but don't be a pushover. He won't always be there to protect you. And I don't need protection, either. We're a family. We watch each other's backs."


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Nishira was amused by her pet's outburst. "Oh, I think you can handle it. All I'm saying is he'll be on your side from this point on." The lich chuckled, continuing to stroke Scarlet's hair. "I want to see what you turn that girl into. It'll be quite fun to watch. Obviously, we can't have her overriding either of us, but you'll have quite the fun with her, I'm sure. The girl needs your guidance."
 
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Arena 


@folclor


Violet blinked a few times. "I never knew that's what he liked about me the most." She felt her jaw hang open. He liked the one thing about her that got her in trouble. She started to laugh. "Figures." She looked up at Valian. 


"We are a family, and I won't let anything happen to either of you!"  She pulled away and watched the mirror. "GRIM YOU BETTER WIN!" She yelled as loud as she could.


Arena.


"I don't want his help, find him something else to do." Scarlet said. "Get him a new girl, maybe that Violet you hate. Maybe he can make soemthing out of her. " she shurgged. "I'm sure he'll fail. I can tell by looking she's hardheaded and strong willed. "
 
Arena


@Mad Prince of Sanity then nobody.


Lillith gaped at the madman as he was scrubbing his hand, presumably cleaning her filth off of himself. 'He...he thinks...' Lillith was having a hard time processing the fact that he seemed to think that she was beneath him. She, who was a queen, beneath a madman? 'Unless he is not merely a madman...' Well, even if he wasn't there was no way that he was above her. At the most, they were equals. 


She blinked as he extended his arm to her, for her to remove it. Ordinarily she would have jumped at the opportunity to main another person. At the moment, her mind was a bit foggy, and she didn't react the same way as she usually did. In fact, she even started speaking in the first language she ever learned, Latin. 


"Nequaquam enim ultra male tibi parem." Literally translated, what she said was 'I will no more do thee harm, equal.' What she meant by it was 'I will not harm you, my equal.'


 Then, he was suddenly gone. Lillith was dazed by what just happened. Being somebody who only responded to assertions of status, it was and wasn't easy to gain her respect. She shook her head as if she was trying to shake off a metaphorical fog in her mind. After she had mostly calmed herself, she turned around to return to speaking to the interesting boy, but when she did the madman was standing there.


She let out a surprised squeak as he quite literally swept her off her feet. Her eyes were wide as she was forced to hold the madman's gaze, although she couldn't really focus on it. Her mind was suddenly assaulted by...something...and it almost felt as if a million different bells were ringing in her mind. This was coupled with various voices screaming out complete and utter nonsense. 


Lillith was having a hard time thinking at the moment. She didn't know what to do in this situation. Years ago, she had built up mental walls to defend against her mother's constant telepathic prying, but it had been such a long time since she had to use them. They weren't as strong as they used to be due to disuse. It probably wouldn't take her that long to fix them if she would sit down and focus.


Lillith didn't know how to respond to Shard's comment that she should question herself about whether she could convince herself that she didn't enjoy his touch. She didn't have time to think about it as Shard leaned down towards her, and the noises in her head intensified. His eyes disturbed her, reminding her of a glass prism refracting light around a room. She didn't know what to think about him. She felt his warm breath before he was suddenly gone, along with the noises in her head. She fell onto the ground, landing on her rear end, staring off into space in a daze while listening to his echoing laugh that was present only in her mind.


After a moment, she stood up, her face completely red once again, only this time it was in embarrassment. At this point Lillith didn't know whether she wanted to kill him or make him a chevalier, but one thing was clear. She had more respect for him than she did anyone else at this school.


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Subspace Ivela's Room


Jimmy the floating eyeball


Jimmy once again made thunder boom throughout the room before landing on the books that Ivela had set down previously. It was as if it was reminding it's human that she needed to start on her homework. Ivela sighed as she set the pillow down and stood up. She had already reverted to her usual calm self. 'I have things to do, I can't just parade around.' 


Ivela picked up the two books and opened the spell book. She then began studying the book, trying to understand the spells. She knew that she should try them out because practical knowledge was useless without applying it. She swiftly decided that the easiest spell to try was the one she could use to raise her voice, just like Shard had showed her. It seemed easy enough.


It basically told her to concentrate her energy into her larynx, which confused her a bit. She assumed that the book didn't mean Nen, because that was an emitter technique and she was the exact opposite of an emitter. So what energy was it referring to? 'Shard mentioned mana earlier...but how does one use mana?'


Ivela imagined that mana could be awakened the same way as nen could be, through meditation. Not that Ivela had awakened her Nen through meditation. No, her family wouldn't allow that. Improving her Nen through meditation, yes. That was allowed. But awakening her Nen with meditation took far too long.


Ivela sat down on the floor with her legs crossed and began meditating. She tried to look past her Nen Aura to see if there was something behind it. Something that was not directly linked to her life-force, as she imagined mana probably wasn't.


She stayed in that position for a few minutes before she realized that she should suppress her aura with Zetsu. Then she would no longer be able to feel her aura, so she could look beyond it. After she used Zetsu, everything seemed to be completely silent.


Jimmy had the sense to stay silent and watch Ivela meditate. She began to sense something else, and she could feel that it wasn't her aura. It wasn't much, and she had no way to gauge her own potential in it, but she figured it would be enough.


She opened her eyes, continuing to use Zetsu, as she felt that it would probably interfere with her usage of mana. She tried to envision and sense where that energy was, and move some of it to her throat before she opened her mouth and shouted. The shout didn't contain any discernible words, nor was it particularly powerful, but it did shake the curtain on the bed.


Ivela took that as a victory.
 
The Arena


@StartingOver


Valian broke the hug, cringing at the shout.  'Damn, brother, your mate has a set of lungs on her...  Please come back soon.  I don't like babysitting.'  Well, Violet wasn't the worst, he supposed, and she was more like a sister at this point.  She was loud-mouthed, still, and that bothered him, but that wasn't the worst thing possible.


---


Nishira sighed and drew back, moving to hold Scarlet's gaze.  "I'm not going to interfere with their relationship.  I quite like the idea of having power over generations of rulers in Riva.  If this continues going well, I will.  You aren't in control here and he isn't being tested for your position.  I have given you a pet.  It's your responsibility to train it.  I have other plans for Violet that don't involve my Summoner.  Perhaps, Scarlet, you need to remember your place here.  You don't make the demands.  You don't make the rules.  You're my pet and you will do as I direct."
 
Arena


@folclor


"I do what I see fit to complete my mission that you assign me." Scarlet said plainly. "You trust me to make my own decsions because you know... you trained me. " she didn't break Nishira gaze stareing back at her. Scarlet refused to feel intimidation from anyone, even Nishira. "I will admit maybe my own personal feelings might make me dislike James a bit more then they should, but if you have a plan that directly effects my mission, please inform me of the details. If you wish for them to have a future then please be transparent with your ideas. I don't wish to know everything you plan on doing , just what effects me and my mission."  
 
 The Forest


@folclor @shadowstrikr25


Being in such close contact the little girl had the advantage, and so Grim did not have time or ability to block or deflect attack on his groin. Through gritted teeth he let out a muffled exhale of pain, clenching his eyes shut tight as star burst into his vision and twisting his head to the right. Which was just at the same time Why'nn's forehead came crashing in to the side of his jaw. There was a pop and crack as his jaw was dislocated and two of his teeth chipped. The warm coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. 


He had planned on taking her to the ground anyways, so he just let himself fall forward letting his right shoulder lead the way, using Why'nn as a cushion. His right axe would pick up her left leg to help dive her straight down into the ground, hopefully driving the air from her lungs. As soon as she was on her back he shifted so his knees were pinning her arm at the bicep and the other was pressing into her gut just below her ribs. The otter still grimacing from the low blow to his wedding tackle, brought his right spike first slamming down into her forehead just above her nose. The spike drive through her skull into her brain, burying the axe three quarters of the way to the beard, severing her spinal nerve cluster. 


Letting out a sigh and taking a moment to catch his breath he looked down at Why'nn, his axe still in her skull, he knew he had to work fast to keep her darker half from taking over. He wished he'd paid more attention in class, he was certain there was a correct way to prevent the change, but the otter was fairly certain that if he took her head it wouldn't manifest. 


With a grunt the woodland warrior yanked his axe free and swiftly brought his left axe down on her neck. While the blade made it through her neck it was not big enough to cleanly severe the head from the body. Grim hacked three more times to fully remove the girls head. When he was done her blood covered his arm, chest, and spattered his face; panting as he rolled off of her as stood scanning the area expecting Reagan to strike. Hunched over, both in pain and catching his breath he moved to collect his pistol and put away his axes. 


Taking a moment to reset his jaw and rummage through her belongings the otter collected her remaining potions and noted the two scythes in the bag along with several useful items he could turn into explosives and traps. With that he moved Why'nn's head several feet from her body and trotted into the woods loading a fresh magazine into each pistol. 
 
===Reagan===


The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Reagan waited another few seconds in her hiding place before getting her trap ready. First, she created a small electric orb, sending it over and above her jacket. 'Alright, part one down. Now I just need to...' Then she fed more mana into the orb, causing it to grow in size and brightness, to the point where Grim could probably see it. 'Alright, time to play the waiting game. 2 minutes, tops.' Reagan kept her breathing quiet and slow, making as little noise as possible as to not reveal her position.


MANA: 20%


===Gareth===


The Arena


Does anyone really care at this point?


As the fight finished, Gareth burst out into a fit of laughter. Decapitation was one of his favorite ways to kill someone, but Grim's version was so bad he found it hilarious. "F-f-f-four swings! Weak ass mother fucker! What does he lift? Teddy bears on a q-tip?! I use at most three swings! HA!" Gareth started to calm himself down, seeing Reagan do her thing and Grim go hunting. He remembered there was one thing that he wanted to do. "DECAPITATION~!" Gareth relaxed, feeling better now that he did the thing. And then instantly felt like an idiot.
 
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