Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Why'nn's Room


@folclor


Delrick nodded slowly understanding clearly what she meant. "Little bird, do you think you are the first cleric to lose faith? To turn their back on their god? No you are not." He stood and offered a hand to her. "Atonement will be achieved easily enough, though it will be trying if Lord Jergal truly pull his favour from you, but if he acknowledged your momentary flicker of doubt as only that there may be nothing to atone for." The warlock looked to monitoring screen and motioned to it.  "We will be able to contact her through here, as for mending your items she will help direct you on that as well."


Hallway/Nishira's office


@TommyGun15 @StartingOver 


The otter nodded slowly, looking between the alchemy teacher, the headmistress and Violet. The fur on his neck stood up a bit, and the uneasy feeling he always felt around the lich was present. "So I did win, eh?" A bit of his normal jovial cockiness showed through in his smile and stance. While he was uncomfortable with the headmistress' presence, it was something he had learned to not let bother him, openly anyways. Grim looked to and smiled at Violet, giving her a sly wink to let her know it was alright. 
 
My Room


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Why'nn took his offered hand and stood.  "I do not believe I am the first, no, but... I do not want to lose my connection.  I... I am immature, I know, I did not think it through, but I am truly scared of being cast aside.  I... I must make amends, though I do hope he has not withdrawn his favor.  Before you, he was the only person I had to look up to.  He kept me safe when nothing else could, he comforted me on the nights I desired to end my life.  He kept me from doing that, and what I did was a knee-jerk reaction to the belief he had thrown me away."
 
Nishira's office


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15


Violet's eyes narrowed into slits as she drilled holes into the women l. If looks could kill Nishira would be ripped apart. "Whatever." She walked over and gave Grim a hug. "If anything happens you can come to me okay." She smiled and gave s kiss on his cheek. Her eyes locked back with Nishira. 


"I don't care if I kill everyone here. If you hurt him I'll kill you... I swear I'll kill you." 


She moved out into the hallway.
 
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My Office


@TommyGun15 @Pinkalyn @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @StartingOver


"Have fun with that, dear," Nishira laughed.  "I'm sure you will."  The doors slammed behind Violet and sealed so no one could get in, but people could get out.  She turned to Frank and Tetsuko.  "Frank, dear, will you please wait here just a moment?  I have a binding to do."


The headmistress put her hand on Grim's shoulder and began leading him toward the Ritual Room.  "Come, Geralt, you need to be part of this.  And, yes, boy, technically you and Miss Deimos are the winners.  As such, both of you will have access to a penthouse apartment in the city.  I've yet to decide whether you'll both get your own or you'll have to work as roommates, but either way it is there for when you have breaks or if you'd like to get away on weekends."
 
Ritual Room


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Geralt followed Nishira and Grim into the Ritual Room, chuckling slightly as Nishira mentioned the penthouse.  Free time, yeah, maybe in a few years. As for weekends, Geralt still didn't agree with Nishira's insistence on letting the students have two days a week off.  However, if Grim was going to be his apprentice, he'd learn rather quickly that Witchers don't get breaks.  Whether the people who hired you loved you or hated you, a Witcher's job is never done.


"I wouldn't get a big head about any of that though.  There's something else we need to discuss."


Geralt nodded to Nishira, signaling her to either tell the boy what was going on, or just cast a sleep spell on him.  It didn't really matter to him, it's not like the boy really had a choice in the matter.
 
  Why'nn's Room/My Chambers


@folclor


The monk nodded as he listened, guiding her to his room. "It is a good sign that you can see your immaturity. Because in many ways you are still a child and a novice. And there is nothing wrong with that, you are still learning." The warlock stepped to the monitor, where he began the short process of contacting her clerical tutor. Delrick stopped and turned to her, his arms out wide. "Cast upon me." He face was calm and serious as he spoke. "We will see, one way or another if the Lord of the End of Everything has revoked his favor." He spoke with confidence, knowing he would be fine no matter what spell she cast. 


Nishira's office/Ritual Room


@TommyGun15 @StartingOver


Grim smiled and gave Violet a sly wink, and hugged her back tightly. "I'll be fine lass." Giving her a playful smile and wink as she began to leave. "I'll be lookin' fer he later."


When the door shut and the lich placed an arm around his shoulders the otter tried to suppress a shudder. It wasn't that he had a problem with the dead, it was the unnatural undead that made his skin crawl. He did not recoil from her touch however and followed her into the ritual room. 'Binding?! Me? Wha?!' He nodded at the mention of the penthouse.  "T'anks marm." Though he was still leery of the use of the word binding, but knowing he would have a place outside of the school would be nice. He wasn't sure about having a roommate, but if he had to Reagan was not a bad sort. 


Looking between the two staff members, the uneasy feeling in his stomach did not improve.  "We be needin ta discuss wot?"
 
My room/Father's Chambers


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Why'nn seemed distressed at the idea of attempting to cast a spell.  Still, she took the jar of fireflies from her bed and joined him in his chambers.  The girl looked up at him.  He'd feel her anxiousness, but she still spoke the words and took a firefly.  As she finished the incantation and touched his shirt, the shirt did, indeed, light up like a torch.  However, her expression was one of confusion, then distress once more.  "I... I cast it, and the power from the Lord Jergal was there... but grudgingly...  Instead, there was a different energy that was not divine in nature.  It pushed the spell through.  I am... uncertain what this means."


Ritual Room


@TommyGun15


Nishira chuckled.  "You're going to be Geralt's apprentice.  Now, sleep."  She cast a fairly powerful sleep spell upon him, then levitated him onto the slab, making sure his limbs were held down before she began.  It took a bit of time, but she managed to complete the binding fairly quickly and was surprised that this boy, whose lack of magic had always aided him, could do nothing against her binding.  It pleased her and she released him from her spell.


"Geralt, dear, Have your apprentice show his devotion to you as I had you show it to me."
 
Ritual Room


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Geralt rolled his eyes.


"Fine.  Nishira wants you to mutilate yourself somehow.  Just don't cripple yourself."


Geralt pulled a small vial from his belt pouch and handed it to Grim.


"Then drink this."


The concoction he gave Grim was og his own making.  The base potion was a simple one, doing little more than putting the drinker to sleep, and it was often used prior to the Trial of the Grasses.  However, Geralt had a feeling that Nishira wouldn't like something so simple, so he'd mixed a bit of cyanide into it.  Not a lethal dose, just enough to make Grim vomit, with maybe a bit of blood mixed into said vomit.  But it wouldn't do anything permanent, which Geralt intended, as it would be counterproductive to cripple the boy.
 
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Ritual Room


@TommyGun15 @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Nishira glared at her unruly Witcher and focused her displeasure through the binding, causing pain to surge through him.  "That's not what I said, is it?" she growled, advancing on the man.  "What did I have you do, Geralt?  I know you're not an idiot, so what did I have you do for your devotion to me?  Think carefully."  There was menace in her words and as she approached, the pain would increase, screaming at him to answer her correctly.
 
Ritual Room


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna

Geralt had dealt with pain, both physical and magical, in the past, and simply gritted his teeth and leaned against the slab.


"Alright.  Specifically, she wants you to disembowel yourself.  However, I was hoping to prevent that.  The stiffness from the scar tissue could be a detriment to your training.  But, since she insists, go ahead and do what she wants.  But still drink that vial I gave you."
 
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Ritual Room


@TommyGun15 @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Nishira's glare did not let up.  "It seems we have a rowdy Witcher in our ranks."  The pain would be getting worse and the lich reached out, as if to grip his head.  "Do you know why the devotions are important, Geralt?  They show a line of inheritance from master to apprentice, a line of specialized training.  You were gifted the ability to have that opportunity and now you're throwing it in my face.  Little Witcher, need I remind you further of your place?  You speak out against me.  You speak out against me in front of your apprentice and you think you will not suffer.  Shall I have you give me your eyes?  I may after this display."
 
Ritual Room


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Geralt fell to one knee as the pain intensified.  A part of him was tempted to say something sarcastic in response to her, about what he'd be happy to "give" her later.  But, that likely wouldn't make the situation much better, so for the moment he remained silent, eyes focused on Nishira's shoes.  Hopefully, his silence wouldn't make her any more livid than she already was.  Otherwise... well, there wasn't really much else he could do.  He wasn't going to cut out his eyes, he sort of needed his depth perception to hunt.
 
Ritual Room


@TommyGun15 @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


"Good boy, good boy," she chuckled, petting him as the pain began to subside.  "Now you'll remember: You don't go against me.  I own you, Witcher.  Your soul belongs to me."  Nishira grinned and turned her attention to Grim.  "Now, I don't mean 'disembowel,' despite what your master says.  I don't want you to lose those.  Just cut your stomach open to reveal your entrails.  I'll sew it back up after, I swear."  She giggled.
 
  Why'nn's Room/My Chambers


@folclor


The warlock could feel her apprehension and he smiled and nodded reassuringly. He remained still and silent as she worked her magic. He was able to quickly able to discern what his apprentice was casting and listed his defenses to help with her casting. When the spell took shape he smiled. "Very well done. A unique application of this light spell." Delrick looked to her and nodding slowly with a pursed lips, as he were sizing her up or appraising her. "Where you ever put the arcane testing in Thay?" He knew there were two basic forms of magical energies, and many others that also allowed for magical abilities. But given what he knew of her and her history, only two were plausible.


Ritual Room


@TommyGun15


Grim looked to the headmistress and the alchemy teacher quickly.  "I'm te be his wot?"  Then his world went black, falling limp as the lich moved him to the table. His normal resistance to most forms of magic did not seem to helping now. 


The otter came to with a start, his eyes snapping open, he could feel something in him had been fundamentally changed. A new weight and cold spot deep inside.


His eyes went wide with shock and fear at being told to disembowel himself, he could feel the pull to comply. But it went away as he watched the power struggle before him.  If the gravity of the situation was not what it was, he knew he'd be snickering at someone causing irritation to the headmistress. 


When she finally got her way (and when doesn't she?) Grim felt his stomach tighten and his claws come out.  "Ye wan' me ta cut me own gut open?" He was panting slightly fast, if he could sweat there would be beads on his forehead. He licked his lips, feeling the compulsion to comply growing, he tried to resist but felt a growing pain in his chest. His heart was racing, his pupils were dilating and contracting as he looked around. Swallowing hard the otter bit his lip and slammed his fists into the table, the anger rising inside of him. Feeling very much like an animal trapped in corner. "FUCK IT!" His right paw came across to the left side of stomach, as they dug in and pierced the flesh he gritted his teeth and grunted, feeling the blood start to run. 


With obvious effort he drew two claws across the front of his abdomen screaming in rage and pain as he opened a cavity revealing the intestines and stomach. His blood quickly spilling fourth and pooling in his lap. 


His left paw gripped the table tightly, his whole body tensed. When he finished the otters eyes rolled into his head for a moment, barely holding onto consciousness and control of his gag reflex. With a deep trembling breath, the bloodied paw reached for the potion his new master was holding fourth. The contempt and anger would be visible in his eyes as he glared at the Witcher. Biting the cork off the vial Grim drank the bitter and revolting liquid. The vial dropped from his shaking paw. "Wot now, Maesteh?" The contempt and tired anger would be evident in his shaking voice. His body wavered slightly, like he was barely on the edge of consciousness. 
 
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Ritual Room


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Geralt climbed back to his feet, not looking at Nishira.


"Right now, we wait for the concoction you drank to kick in.  It'll clear your stomach then knock you out.  After that, you'll undergo the trial of grasses, and trust me, you do not want to be awake for it.  Speaking of which..."


Geralt turned his head towards Nishira.


"Nishira, is there anyone else you'd like me put through the trial?  Grim's the only one who'll be my apprentice, but I've got the materials to do the trial on about 10 other students, which might be best, since the trial's only got about a 3/10 survival rate.  If we're going to go through the trouble, might as well increase the chance of getting more than one Witcher out of it.  Just in case he dies."
 
Father's Chambers


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Why'nn shook her head quickly.  "N-No.  I displayed a divine connection when I was 6, so testing never came up.  But it is unlikely I have arcane ability.  I am certain they would have known.  While it is unlikely they would have desired to give me training in it, I doubt I would have been allowed to return to the temple."  Again, she shook her head.  "No, it is not likely I have the ability for arcana within me," she asserted.  "I am a servant of Lord Jergal, I cannot partake in the Weave."  She looked up at him, as if pleading for him to agree as she didn't want her life to get any more complex.


Ritual Room


@TommyGun15


Nishira pushed the boy back down.  "Now I have to sew you up and you'll go happily into the dark again."  As she spoke, she pulled out the necessary tools for stitching a wound and began to sew him back up.  And, indeed, as the potion did its work Grim would find himself falling toward unconsciousness.  She chuckled lightly, making sure to finish her job quickly.  "Actually, yes."  She handed him a list.  "You'll find the other names there.  Gather them."
 
Ritual Room/Hallways


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Geralt nodded and took the list.


"Very well.  I'll pick up the necessary equipment from the alchemy room on the way."


Geralt then walked out of the room, searching for the students on the list.  By the time he got to Valian on the list, he had another 3 students following him.  Geralt immediately headed to the Infirmary, since that's likely where the two girls from before had left him.
 
Hallway


@TommyGun15


Valian was wandering, again with no proper destination.  No, he sighed and kicked at the floor.  Where was Grim now?  Last he remembered, Grim and Violet were heading up toward the fourth floor with the Alchemy teacher.  He started for the stairs, passing the Alchemy teacher and three students as he went, barely recognizing others were even there.  Honestly, he was more interested in finding Grim and getting some time alone.
 
Hallway


@folclor


Geralt looked up from the list Nishira had given him and saw Valian walking down the hallway past him.  He reached out and tapped the boy on the shoulder.


"Hey, Valian right?  There are a few students that the headmistress wants to speak to.  If you'll follow me, we need to go find the other students.  You wouldn't happen to know where Miss Deimos is by any chance?"
 
Hallway


@TommyGun15


Valian blinked.  "Oh, uh, yeah.  Hey.  Sure?  No idea where Sparky is."  He shrugged.  "My guess would be cafeteria or workshop.  But... I honestly don't know her very well, so... no idea."  The young man slipped his hands into his pockets.  "So... why does the headmistress want to see us?"  He rubbed the bite mark on his neck.
 
===Gareth===


Hallways/Infirmary


No one important


Gareth hobbled his way to the infirmary, with his pride and ribs damaged. "I'll get him next time... before he can block." He thought on what he knew of the terrain of the school to prepare ambushes. There were more than enough shadowy corners to hide in, a few statues to hide behind, and the forest had plenty of cover if he could lure someone in. Or if he got thrown there for the tournament. "Get better... more blood..." Gareth stumbled into the infirmary and practically fell on a bed as the nurses attended to him.


===Reagan===


Hallways


No one that I know of


Reagan had begun wandering around, heading vaguely in the direction of the cafeteria, as she thought on what she could have done differently and how to prepare for the next one. 'Maybe wear less colorful clothes. James picked me out near instantly and started his assault. I'll need to figure out how he did that, too. He was a ways away when he showed up, he couldn't have seen me from there. I'll also need to learn how to fight better. Grim would have destroyed me if he found me. Who won anyways? Was it a tie? Did Grim do that? Is my book still fine?' Reagan felt around in her coat, looking at her book and sighing in relief that it was, indeed, unharmed. She kept walking around, not really focusing on her surroundings and she tried to figure out the tournament's results.
 
Hallway


@folclor @shadowstrikr25 @Lunaria Silver

Geralt nodded as Valian suggestion the cafeteria.


"Right, that's probably a good place to check.  It is dinner time after all.  Besides, I could probably pick up a few of the other students on the list there anyway.  As for why she wants to speak with you... I'm not really sure.  It's not my job to ask questions."


Geralt led the students to the cafeteria, where he began to look around.  There he found several other students on the list.  Now there was just Ms. Deimos, a girl called Ivela, and someone else named Lilith.  Geralt called out across the Cafetera.


"Hello?  I'm looking for a Miss Reagan Deimos, a Miss Ivela Zoldyck, and one Lady Lilith Mahler."
 
Cafeteria


@TommyGun15 @shadowstrikr25 @Lunaria Silver


Valian's eyes went wide at the name 'Lillith.'  He'd heard her be called such.  "Um...  I can't... be here anymore, I'll ...uh...  Come find me after you're done with everyone else, okay?  Okay.  Go team."  He turned to take off, about to use his superhuman speed to leave.  He knew just the place he'd go...
 
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Hallway


@folclor @shadowstrikr25 @Lunaria Silver


The second Valian opened his mouth, Geralt know he was going to make a break for it.  So he casually reached behind him and grabbed hold of the back of Valian's shirt collar, pulling him closer so he could get a solid grip on the boy's arm.


"Let me be clear, this is not a request.  Look, I'm not exactly thrilled about this either, but sometimes we've all gotta do things we're not particularly fond of.  Now come on, there's not point trying to be coy.  You can either follow me, or I can drag you there."


Geralt held up Valian's arm.


"This young man's already made his choice.  Anyone else want me to drag them?  Once I run out of free hands I might just have to start hogtying people, and I don't think any of you want that."
 
===Reagan===


Hallways/Cafeteria


@folclor @TommyGun15 @Lunaria Silver


Reagan was still thinking on who exactly won the tournament as she entered the cafeteria, hitting a wall of noise that made her lose her train of thought. 'Why does that keep happening? Whatever, I still lasted longer than James. That's a win in my book. Speaking of, I'll need to read the next chapter.' She heard Geralt calling for her, walking over to him. 'Alright. Guess I'll read later.' Reagan was about to ask why she was needed when Valian made his escape attempt. "Easy there, I'll walk. What do you need me for anyways?" Reagan crossed her arms while looking at Geralt, realizing that she had never seen him before.
 
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