Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Hallway


@Lunaria Silver @shadowstrikr25 - then no one


Why'nn turned and sprinted toward the door.  She had to get the bag.  The scythe could be recovered or remade.  Both could.  That book, though.  She'd meticulously recorded every death she'd caused, witnessed, or been directed to record as well as manner of death and afterlife assignment up to that day.  While she rarely heard her god's voice anymore, she still intended to continue her duties.  All other worries were driven from  her mind.  This was a mission she knew she had to accomplish.  It would be on her head if those names were lost.  Her book was the only one with them!
 
===Gareth===


Hallways


@Lunaria Silver, stalking @folclor


Gareth overheard the conversation, holding back a groan. Why did everyone else have conversations that didn't involve knives anyways? He did hear the sounds of someone running away, looking to check,seeing Why'nn had ran. He bolted past Ivela, stalking Why'nn as quietly as he could while still keeping up. With the students beginning to flood the halls, it was becoming difficult. Still, he kept up the pursuit in the hope that doing what the Headmistress asked would lead to being let loose soon.
 
Hallway/Entry Hall


No one knowingly @shadowstrikr25


Why'nn broke through the crowd that headed to various other parts of the school and into the entry hall.  Running to the door, she threw it open wide and stopped.  'Shit.  I forgot I would have to jump.'  This would take a moment for her to choose the proper landing place.  "Hmm..."  Wouldn't the nurses have given her the bag back?  It had most of her life within it.  Should she really jump?  For Lord Jergal, yes.  There was that one nice straight away on the top of the school she could land on.  It wasn't the easiest one, but she believed she could make it.  Nodding, she drew herself up.
 
Hallway


Nobody



Ivela moved out of the way of the boy with the dark aura as he bolted off into the same direction her friend had gone. For a brief moment, she considered going after him. After an internal debate, she decided there was no need to. It was unlikely that he was chasing Why'nn, right? Nobody could be that bad at tailing. Of course, Ivela considered most people bad at tailing, even if they were good at it by most people's standards.


Either way, Ivela decided that she needed to work on her homework some more, so she returned to her room using her hat and got to work.
 
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===Gareth===


Entry Hall


@folclor


Gareth moved like a mad animal, trying to get to his prey. Once he finally broke through the crowd, he saw her, standing there, getting ready to jump. He quietly positioned himself, drawing one of his knives. He waited for barely a second before he launched himself forwards, carving a bloody trail across the girl's back, not really thinking that she might fall and accidentally die because of his actions. He stopped before hitting a wall and licked his knife, groaning. "You don't taste too bad. Not the worst, not the best." Gareth proceeded to walk away to find the Headmistress and tell her that he did what she told her to. Even if he wanted to have more fun. She did say restraint would be rewarded.
 
Entry Hall


@shadowstrikr25


Why'nn almost lost her balance.  Pain seared across her back and she whirled, hearing a boy comment on her 'taste,' likely her blood.  Anger burned in her chest and she leaped into the air, aiming a kick at his back.  She landed it and rode him to the ground, pinning him with her knee in the middle of his back.  The girl leaned down so her mouth was at his ear.  "You do not take my bodily fluids without my permission."  Her voice was calm.  Her tongue licked along the edge of his ear.  "If you do not wish for me to return the favor, that is..."  Why'nn's teeth were quite sharp and she leaned down, fully intending to bite into his neck.  Vampire she was not, but she could cause a fair bit of damage.


My Chambers


@TommyGun15


Imalia smiled as she entered her room, finding James already there.  "I was a bit worried when I didn't see you back at the arena...  You were very good, James.  I can see where I need to step up your training."  She approached and drew him into a hug.  "You still want training in mental defenses?"
 
Mistress's Chambers


@folclor


James perked up when Imalia walked in, hugging her back with great enthusiasm.  He was glad that she knew how he needed to improve.  The book was nice, and it's spells seemed powerful, but a large part of knowledge is knowing how to apply it.  Hopefully Imalia would help with that, but for now he wanted to do that defense training.


"Yes please Mistress.  I really feel that I need to work on my mental defenses."


James then extricated himself from the hug and grabbed two chairs, setting them so that he and Imalia could sit comfortably while they practiced.  James took his seat and began to focus, closing up his mind.  If anyone were to try to speak to him through the Mindscape, he wouldn't be able to hear them.
 
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My Chambers


@TommyGun15


Imalia sat across from him.  "We'll start simple.  Just try not to go under as I try a simple hypnosis.  I know this is probably low level, but we will be building up from here."  She raised her right hand and balled all fingers into a fist but her index.  Moving her hand back and forth, she attempted to get James to follow her movement.


"Watch and listen, James.  Watch and listen.  Your eyes follow my finger as it moves back and forth.  Back and forth."  Her tone was measured, calm, soothing.  She might be adding just a bit of a charm spell to her words, but why make it easy on him?  "Listen to my voice.  You know me, you trust me.  Sit back, watch and listen.  Feel your eyelids growing heavy.  But you can't close them yet.  You can't tear your attention away from my finger.  Back and forth, back and forth.  Just relax, James.  Relax.  Relax and listen to your mistress..."  Imalia chuckled lightly.  "So sleepy.  So tired.  You've had such a long day.  It's so nice to sit and relax.  Sit and listen.  Let mistress do all your thinking for you...  Isn't that a nice feeling?  Now just watch.  Back and forth.  I'm going to count backwards from 5.  When I reach 1, your eyes will close and you will fall into a deep trance.  5... so tired.  4... eyelids heavy.  3... mind empty.  2... no resistance.  1... eyes closed, deep trance."
 
Mistress's Chambers


@folclor


As Imalia spoke, James watched her carefully, his posture relaxing and his eyelids drooping as he listened.  And odd part of him sort of enjoyed the light, drifting feeling that came with a trance, so he let his mind be led along for a minute or two.  When she began to count down, James smiled vacantly and his eyelids slowly closed.  Then they almost immediately opened back up and James grinned at Imalia, although she probably wouldn't be surprised by that given how he'd almost instantly shaken off the charm spell.


"Not too bad.  Honestly it'd be downright embarrassing if I couldn't push past that by now."


James sat up in his chair again and focused, for real this time.  He knew firsthand how strong Imalia's enchantments and hypnosis could be, and after his little jest he wouldn't be surprised if Imalia started to pull out the big guns.  Okay, maybe not the big guns, she could probably wrap the whole school around her fingertips with the big guns.  If that had been the mental equivalent of a .22, then she'd probably switch to a hypothetical 9mm.
 
===Gareth===


Entry Hall


@folclor


Gareth grunted as he was knocked to the ground, hearing her speak. He laughed as she licked his ear and threatened him. "Ehahahaha! Oh, into the good stuff, are you?" His mad grin only widened as he felt her breath on his neck. "Oh, you are into that, aren't you? Eheheh..." Gareth did nothing to stop Why'nn from tearing into his neck. If anything, he dared her to go through with it. He showed no fear in the situation that would cause most to scream in a panic.
 
My Chambers


@TommyGun15


Imalia smiled at her apprentice.  "I'd be embarrassed if you fell for that," she laughed.  "What sort of a teacher would I be if my own apprentice couldn't shake off the simplest charm and least useful form of hypnosis?"  She shook her head.  "Now..."


As the enchantress focused on him, the room around them would seem to dim until the only light seemed to be radiating off of her skin.  Her eyes met his and he would feel the force of her will, demanding that he open his mind to her.  Not a word was spoken on her part.  No, she simply held his gaze.  Her eyes, typically coal black, began to lighten slowly, shift hues until the color matched his.  Suddenly, he would feel his thoughts being played back to him with maybe a two second delay.  This, just as if he were hearing his voice a second or two after he began speaking, could have the affect of making it uncomfortable to think.  The only way to make it stop was not to think at all.  Even the deeply hidden fantasies in the recesses of his mind would cause this echo.


Entry Hall


@shadowstrikr25


Why'nn opened wide and sunk her razor-sharp teeth into his flesh.  Blood began pouring out, filling her mouth.  She drank it down greedily, suddenly realizing she hadn't tasted blood like this in what felt like ages.  However, after almost a minute she seemed to remember herself and she removed her teeth from his neck, taking care to lick the wounds before she let him up.  Of course, now much of the lower half of her face was covered with his blood.


"The debt is repaid.  I may not stop if you come after me again."
 
Mistress's Chambers


@folclor


As he heard his own thoughts echo around him, James instinctively began to empty and focus his mind.  As that happened, Imalia might begin to heard a few words echo underneath his thoughts.  Quiet, hushed words, and they seemed to be the instructions on casting some sort of spell, but whatever it was it was gone before more than a few words could be heard.  James smiled at Imalia and began to speak, his own words echoing as they were the only thoughts in his mind besides various words and terms for protection and defense.


"You know, I find this spell really interesting.  If you could use it on yourself, it would be really useful for when you just can't make up your mind about something."
 
===Gareth===


Entry Hall


@folclor


Gareth's pupils shrunk to pinpricks as Why'nn's teeth sunk into his flesh. Much like with his devotion, he didn't make much sound. He felt his own blood run down his neck as Why'nn drank it. Somewhere in him, there was a glimmer of respect and disappointment. As Why'nn got off him, he got up, feeling his neck rather casually. "I didn't expect you to stop." Gareth took a good look at Why'nn, seeing the blood covering half her face. He dashed next to Why'nn, lifting her chin up so she could look him in his cold eyes. "That's a good look for you. Very cute." Gareth winked at Why'nn, then walked away casually. His features twisted into a cruel smile, overjoyed that he finally found a good hunting ground.
 
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My Chambers


@TommyGun15


A thought appeared in his mind that did not echo.  "I shouldn't talk right now."


Imalia didn't respond.  Her expression didn't change from that of the gentle smile.  Her eyes remained locked on his and James would notice something else seem to change.  He wouldn't feel like there was anything odd about this.  The feeling of normalcy with his mind emptying would grow.  No, in fact a feeling of pleasure would grow the less thoughts he had.  If something arcane was doing this, he wouldn't feel it.  No, this would simply feel... normal.


Entry Hall, then Roof, then Forest


@shadowstrikr25 then no one


"I am taken," Why'nn stated.  His eyes weren't the coldest she'd seen, and thus she was unimpressed.  However, he had managed to hit her and he didn't fight when she bit into him.  This... piqued her interest.  She shook her head.  As he left, she turned her back to him, returned to the door, and jumped.  The fall wasn't bad, but the landing was a little harsh as she misjudged and nearly rolled off.  At the last moment, she was able to keep herself from doing so.


The girl scaled down the side of the school and hurried into the forest to search for her belongings.
 
Mistress's Chambers


@folclor


For a moment, James's mind began to empty as his body relaxed, thoughts leaving him.  Then something popped up, just a moment of clarity.


"Wait..."


James's Will suddenly sprung to life, like a blue hand darting forward and snatching up Imalia's spell and instinctively hurling it back at her in retaliation.  James shook his head and took a breath, then let out a shaky laugh.


"Okay, that one was impressive, especially how it works to take advantage of the natural instinct to clear one's mind in response to mind-reading.  I gotta figure out how to do that..."


James looked at the table the way he usually did when he was thinking heavily.  Then he remembered what was going on and turned his attention back to Imalia.


"Sorry.  Got distracted."
 
My Chambers


@TommyGun15


Imalia let the room return to normal and chuckled a bit. "Good, you can withstand the initial stage of brainwashing. I'm glad for that."


The enchantress smiled brightly. "You see, James, the most insidious form of mental attack is brainwashing." Was just James or was there a low humming noise? "While hypnosis can certainly be a gateway to this, as can charm spells and the sort that dominate ones mind, brainwashing and indoctrination are the only forms of mental attack and control that tend to stick with the victim longterm." The humming was getting louder, distractingly so. "And it is a favorite of the headmistress's. Actually, this master and apprentice system is an attempt to make students feel like part of a family." So loud now, almost at the level of Mistress Imalia's words. "It usually does backfire if the master feels familial toward the apprentice, though. You have no idea the amount of instructors she's killed because they got too close to their apprentices." Louder than her words. "This is even a possibility for us, which is why this training is important. If you can master your mind..." The humming was now so loud he would not be able to hear a thing.


Her attentions snapped to him. "You master your being."
 
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Mistress's Chambers


@folclor


James listened carefully to what Imalia said, trying to ignore the humming sound.  In a way, it almost reminded him of hearing other sorcerers use their Will.  The thought that Nishira might kill Imalia for getting to close to him was a frightening one, but one that he wouldn't let affect his loyalty to his mistress.  Eventually as the humming grew louder, James began to grimace, but he paid attention as best he could, trying to read Imalia's lips to understand her.  Eventually he heard Imalia speak directly in his mind, and James instinctively raised a mental barrier.  He understood what she meant though.  Every sorcerer in his world followed the same tenants, and strove towards that same goal of mastering one's own mind.  He spoke back to her mentally.


"Mistress, I want to keep going.  I want to keep at this until I know how far I can go, until I know what my limit is.  If I don't find my limit now, I'll never be able to push past it.  I trust you, which is why I want you to keep pushing me until the point where my resistance crumbles.  I need to know what that point is."
 
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My Chambers


@TommyGun15


Ah.  He wanted to play hard ball.  "Then prepare yourself."


Almost immediately, a wave of numbess would pass over James's mind.  Imalia was inside, attempting to shut down any and all thought.  Outwardly, the enchantress hadn't moved.  She was working quickly.  While not destroying the thoughts, she seemed to be freezing them or locking them away.  His mind, if this worked, would begin to empty rapidly.  His resistance, his very will, would begin to shake and crumble before her as she reached it... if he didn't put up enough of a mental defense.
 
Mistress's Chambers


@folclor


James's mind reacted quickly, wrapping a mental barrier around core thoughts and storing them in a protected space.  While some basic thought processes began to shut down, James began pushing back, attempting to drive Imalia out of his mind with sheer force of Will.  Only, as he threw more and more of his Will at her, it began to weaken and whither as whatever magic she used countered and degraded his Will.  So James tried another tactic.


The ball of core thoughts that James had held together instead scattered apart, thoughts flitting about and around James's mind as he was forced to literally think in ways he'd never done before.  The more the thoughts bounced around his mind, the more bits of lost thought would wake up again.  Occasionally, James's thoughts would lash out at Imalia, trying to drive her from his mind.  Of course, this system wasn't perfect.  While James's standard system was too passive to be effective, this one had almost the opposite flaw, in that by using his core thought to proactively keep his mind active, he left them open to direct attack.
 
 The Forest


The nurses, then no one then Why'nn @folclor @shadowstrikr25


Grim remembered the tree catching fire, feeling the heat building on his back as he got ready to jump to the next tree. Then a sharp pain that turned into a slow intense burn, it caused him to miss his jump and plummet to the earth.


Then blackness.


The otters eyes snapped open to blinding light and the masked faces (did they have faces?) Of the nurses. Groaning he let them finish their work. Once they were gone Grim sat against a tree and tried to recall what happened. 


He had been sitting there for her didn't know how long when he heard to the rapid light foot falls of someone running. Looking over his shoulder he saw it was Why'nn. 'Da lass be wantin' 'er bag no doubt.' 


Standing with a slight groan, coming back always made him feel sore and old, the otter stepped out from behind the tree and waved to her. "Oi! Lil lass!" Holding up her, tattered and burned bag. The strap appeared to be burned through and torn, but for the most part seemed intact, Grim assumed this he had found the main portion under his back when he awoke. 
 
My Chambers


@TommyGun15


In fact, it was a complex mix of charm and suppression spells that Imalia wove as well as a bit of domination to control his mindscape.  As she wasn't a telepath, she couldn't physically manipulate any of his thoughts.  However, his Will had begun to work before it deteriorated too much to help.  Now, noticing how rapidly and aggressively he was using his thoughts, Imalia took a deep breath and pushed an extremely strong enchantment into his mind.  This would simply slow his thoughts, start putting him into a trance like state, and destroy or put to rest any sort of resistance he would give.


The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Why'nn stopped as she heard Grim's voice and turned to him.  Seeing the bag, she ran for him.  Rather than snatching it from the otter's paws, she gave him a gentle hug.  "Thank you for recovering it," she whispered.  A little of Gareth's fresh blood rubbed off on Grim's fur but Why'nn didn't seem to notice.  "Ivela said the forest was covered in molten lead.  I believed my bag would have perished."


The girl released the embrace and stared up at her former opponent with a slight smile.  "You were a very difficult one to fight.  I am honored to be able to do as much as I did.  Your strength still astounds me, so I shall work to match it.  Perhaps, one day, you and I may be equals."
 
Mistress's Chambers


@folclor

As the enchantment washed over his mind, James's thoughts began to slow, settling into a state of calm obedience.  A small part of his mind still recognized her presence, but instead of reacting aggressively it recognized her as someone to be trusted, and James's mind began to fill with thoughts of his loyalty, respect, and affection for his Mistress.  Sort of like the mental equivalent of James running up to Imalia and giving her a hug.


Physically, James's body relaxed, his focused expression falling away as his eyes dimmed.  Within minutes, James had fallen into a deep trance.
 
 The Forest


@folclor


The otter smiled and returned the hug, though he was curious why she had fresh blood on her chin. He could smell the difference in the blood that dried on her clothes and the scent was not her blood. "Molten lead.... Dat would splain da burnin'..." He mumbled to himself as he looked down at the smaller girl. 


Holding her mostly intact bag her he nodded. "Ye were a wee spitfire yerself. Foug't like a crazed long patrol 'are ye did." His smile back on his face, and his voice carried a admiration for her. Whether she understood the complement or not. "Lass I'd be 'onoured an 'appy if ye'd join my clan an be me lil sister." He held out his paw for her, smiling the whole time. It was a warm, genuine, and friendly smile. 
 
My Chambers


@TommyGun15


Imalia sighed.  That wasn't one of her most powerful spells, but it was one she'd use to placate a more willful student if she were beginning brainwashing.  Obviously, it hadn't taken long for James to fall to it.  Not even a full ten minutes.  She stopped the string of spells and waited, watching him.  He would come out of it on his own soon enough.  Though, with that much erosion of his thoughts and will, this was likely the most she could do today.  Unfortunately, showing him his limit left him open.  She'd bolster his defenses when he came up.


The Forest


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Long patrol hare?  Well, it seemed like a compliment, so she didn't say anything.  However, now he was asking her to join a clan, to be his little sister.  She hesitated.  "If I become your little sister... do I..."  'Do I get taken advantage of?  Do I get manipulated?  Molested?  Siblings are not good except for Big Sister Tammith.'  Should she give him a chance?  "If I accept do you promise you shall not molest me?"  It was probably a strange question to him, but it was one she needed answered.
 
 The Forest


@folclor


 Grim's paw remained out, waiting for her grasp it, though his head tilted slightly and his mouth opened and closed several times. As if he were trying to say many things at once, finally one thought won out. "Molesss.... Wot? Nae! I promise ye dat woodne'er 'appen!" His brow furrowed and head shook. "Ne'er!" She would be able to hear and see the sincerity on his face. 
 
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