Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Location: Ritual Room


Who I'm With: Nishira, Twi'lek, a boy, a woman


What I'm Doing: Enacting the Devotion ritual


Manara took the lightsaber from Nishira and looked at it. The saberstaff was a weapon that did not make sense to her as it simply seemed an impractical design. Why not just have a double-bladed one or two single-bladed? Manara stepped toward the Twi'lek, another cruel smile on her face. "I suppose you are unaware of who I am. I'm not surprised really. Dark Council members rarely feel the need to interact with low level apprentices." Manara paced a couple of times back and forth in front of the Twi'lek. "The act of devotion I require is a costly one. I am certain you will dislike it, but once it happens, barring you survive, you'll be restored...Somewhat."


Manara stopped pacing and looked directly into the Twi'lek's eyes, the cruel, smiling expression suddenly changed to a look of sheer intensity and evil. In one quick motion, Manara drew her lightsaber, and, as the purple blade hummed to life, she sliced off the Twi'lek's right leg. As she disengaged her lightsaber and placed it back on her belt, the look of evil on her face changed back to the one of cruelty, and her smile returned. "You see, the danger of death comes not from blood loss. A lightsaber's blade immediately cauterizes the wound. The danger comes from the shock to the body's system. Should you survive, you will be fitted with a robotic leg."





Manara turned back to Nishira. "Now we wait."
 
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Location: ritual room


With who: several people


Doing: having my leg chopped off


"You are a Dark Council Member? And what are you going to do..." before she can react, she feels her own lightsaber chop off her leg, being in a state of shock and pain, almost screaming her lungs empty
 
Location: Ritual Room


Who I'm With: Nishira, Two Sith!?, Acantha


What I'm Doing: Taking advantage


Connor sat there in shock for a moment as the Sith sliced off the Twi'lek's leg. He'd have to take time later to process the fact that things from fiction in his universe are actually real. For now, while Nishira was distracted, he would try to reach out to Why'nn. With a deep, silent breath, he reached out, searching for her mind. It took a moment but he finally found her. 'Why'nn...I'm okay. Please be strong for me. I'll be back to you soon I hope.' He tried to project feelings of comfort and relaxation, but was unsure if it would work. Things had been rough the last little bit. 'I'll contact you again as soon as I can...Please be strong.' With that, he retreated from her mind and opened his eyes, watching on as the three women just stood there while the Twi'lek was writhing and screaming in pain.
 
Location: Ritual Room/Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Manara, Gida'Rar, Acantha, and Connor/Delrick, his bird, a droid, and a mouthy Sith


What I'm doing: Fixing a problem


"I leave the two of you two your apprentices," Nishira stated, speaking to both Manara and Acantha. "There's a disturbance downstairs and I need to see to it. Manara, you know what to do if she doesn't survive. Acantha, if your apprentice does not survive his devotion, wait here for me and I will return. Otherwise, once his devotion is done you are both free to return to your previous doings." She walked out of the Ritual Room, into her office. She noticed the small man upon his cart.


"You stay here, dear. I'll be back soon enough." Whether he heard her or not, she didn't care. In a blink, she was in the Meditation classroom.


A metal thing, a droid, seemed to be at the losing end of a battle with Delrick. How did he enter her world without her knowing? Regardless, it appeared another Sith had infiltrated her universe and this Sith was aiming lighting at her favorite underling. The little bird stood back and away from the conflict, either a sign of intelligence or cowardice. Nishira couldn't tell which. However, she stepped in the way of the lightning and absorbed it, taking no damage, herself.


"You enter my domain, attack my teachers, and seem to think that affords you respect. Whoever you are in your world, you are nothing in mine." She slammed her hand into his chest, drawing forth his life energy into herself. "I will drain you and then you can die, when you're nothing but a withered husk of yourself."


Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Sensei, Headmistress, an angry man, and a construct


What I'm doing: Losing my grip again


As Connor's message reached her, it shattered the orders Sensei gave, destroying the order and calm she'd managed to create with his assistance. She crumpled to the ground, her mind reeling. 'Connor? Connor!' Her mind tried to reach out to him but because of her lack of telepathic ability, she was unable to find him. Again, she gripped her head, terrified as she began to spiral down into despair once more. She wanted to reach out to Sensei, knowing he could help, but he was in danger.


'Why is this happening? My mind was back together! Why am I breaking apart? Sensei...'





"Sensei, Sensei, help me!!" she screamed in Thayan. 'I can trust him. I can. He hasn't hurt me. He hasn't hurt me! Please, Sensei. Please help me!' Why had that small message from Connor, that message meant to help, created so much havoc within her? Her emotions were roiling, churning, threatening to destabilize everything.


In this moment of loss of control, her form began to shift. Her facial features melted away to reveal the white mask and she began to seem transparent.
 
Location: Outside the Headmistress's office


Who I'm with: No one in particular


What I'm doing: Sleeping


Sieghart heard a voice as he slept. He opened his eyes a bit to see the Headmistress warp away.


"Hmmm... Interesting... zzzzzzzzz..."


Whatever had her occupied, it was probably important.
 
Location: Meditation Chambers


With who: several people


Doing: being drained


Nox was caught by surprise as the woman suddenly appeared and started to drain him. He stopped the lightning and tries to push to woman away. "My name is Darth Nox. I will not die." His eye were glowing purple again, chaneling the ghost's powers again to boost his resistance against her draining.
 
Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Delrick, his bird, and a droid


What I'm doing: Erasing a mistake


Nishira snapped her fingers and thought the Sith out of existence. "No, you were never here." Then she surveyed the situation. The droid appeared still functional. Delrick appeared unharmed. 'Good.' And his bird seemed to be having a mental break down of sorts, shouting in the language of the Mulan. "Children." She sighed and shook her head. "Quiet, girl. And pull yourself together, your weakness is embarrassing."


The headmistress looked over her monk. "Delrick, I expected you to have a better handle on situations like this. Next time, keep a better handle on your apprentice. She's a mess. On that note, though, I've bound the telepath. I think your bird and the boy should train together. He's going through his devotion currently. If he survives, he and his paramour may be reunited." She crossed her arms. "Regardless, keep things under control next time. I like dead bodies but you're going to create more than I need at the moment."


She turned to the droid. "And you? Who are you?"


Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Sensei, the headmistress, and a construct


What I'm doing: Following orders


Why'nn's cry was strangled in her throat at the command and she found she could make no more noise. At least the next command let her come back to herself. She stood carefully and waited for another command. At the moment, she knew she couldn't speak and she wanted some guidance from Sensei. Her gaze set on him, pleading for him to instruct, to help.
 
Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: the headmistress, Why'nn, HK-50


What I'm doing: Getting coffee and maybe teaching?


Delrick shook his head, trying to clear it after rather violent, mildly exciting, distraction. He had blinked for only a moment when he had seen the lightning streaking towards him. Then the headmistress was there, absorbing the energies. 'I must remember that force users are fond of that trick.' Hearing Nishira give commands and inform him of Mr. Shaw's location and status, he cringed inwardly at the admonishment from his superior. "Yes headmistress." Bowing slightly. "But that is one of the hazards of this school. It would seem that I am a magnet for the crazy and the powerful." His tone was respectful, but with a hint of humor in it.


The monk tucked the droids leg under his arm and moved to his apprentice's side, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You are alright. If you have something to say or adj do so." He looked her in the eye as he spoke calmly and quietly. "Thank you for attempting to step in, but you must learn when you are overmatched." His hand patted her shoulder gently. "Now that you know Mr. Shaw is alright and that you will be training together, you should continue with your classes, we will still have our discussion and training this evening." He looked around the classroom, pleased it wasn't destroyed, and only a few things out of place. 'More coffee is in order.'


Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Valian


What I'm doing: Swimming


The otter swam about for a few minutes, rummaging under some rocks and logs and other debris found at bottom of a river. He smacked his paw against one of the logs in frustration. He quickly surfaced near Valian. "Wot bloody gives? How're dere no fish, mussels, clams, or anyt'ing?" His face showed both frustration and confusion.
 
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Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Delrick, his bird, and a droid


What I'm doing: Being amused


As she heard the monk's statements and the beginnings of a conversation with the girl, a smile crept across Nishira's face. There were things about having underlings she loved and Delrick certainly had a wonderful sense of humor. Still, she waited for the droid's answer.


Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Sensei, the headmistress, a construct


What I'm doing: Running


A bit intimidated by the continued presence of the headmistress, Why'nn edged closer to Sensei. "I apologize," she whispered. "I will be more mindful in the future." She bowed her head, looking, sidelong, at the headmistress in apprehension. "Sensei..." She wanted to ask, but couldn't manage to get the question out and turned, running for the door.


Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Grim


What I'm doing: Swimming


Valian frowned. "I told you. Nothing. Not a single little animal anywhere." He grabbed onto a root to stop himself. "Yeah, I don't know what else we'd find. Like I said..." He gestured to the empty water around them. "Not even a mosquito!"
 
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Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: the headmistress, HK-50


What I'm doing: Getting coffee


He watched as his apprentice moves closer to him and further away from Nishira. 'She does have that affect on people.' He nodded at her, waiting for her to continue. But following her gaze towards the headmistress knew she would not. As Why'nn left the classroom the monk joined Nishira with the droid, handing his leg back. "You might want this, unless you intend on being a scrap pile." He had a small smirk and sarcasm would be detectable in his voice. He folded his arms over his chest standing just to the side of the lich. Waiting for the droid to answer the question and ready to stop an attempt of violence. 'Really, with your skill and programming, you would make an excellent teacher or test for my students.'


Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Valian


What I'm doing: Swimming


The otter was easily treading water next to his friend, who he could clearly see was struggling. 'At leas' I can swim betteh.' His powerful tail doing most of the work of keeping him from being swept away.


At the mention of no mosquitos, Grim looked around. "By golly! Yer roight!" He looked back at his friend, his sharpened teeth in a fill smile. "Dat's a boon fer sure!" The otter did motion for the river bank, guessing his friend might tire soo if had to keep fighting the current.
 
Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Grim


What I'm doing: Getting to shore


Valian nodded and swam to the bank, pulling himself up onto it. "But fish? I don't think we're gonna find fish." He was fairly exhausted, breathing hard. "So what do you say? Keep exploring or head back?" His pants and shoes were soaked and his shirt was somewhere upstream. It wouldn't really matter which one they did. He didn't think they'd find anything or anyone out here. He could be wrong, but he didn't think so.
 
Location : Meditation classroom


Who I'm with : Blood Commander Drexo , Delrick , the Headmistress , and the Apprentice


What I'm doing : question spam


The first thing the droid noticed was the girls facial features Appearing to melt to the floor. This really only piqued his interest , as he had seen far stranger things before. I'll have to inquire as to her species and name after I get put back together enough to think straight.


However , The main thing HK-50 noticed was the Headmistress making the Desk-Sith dissapearing. Good Riddance , the Sith need none of that sort of fools weakness. And perhaps this 'Headmistress' could be worth serving if she shares my opinion and Sith ideals. However , with the Sith gone , it did bring to mind the question of who was going to save him. He hated the idea of having to be saved by anyone but he was torn into several peices.


He never had a shutoff for his pain emitters installed , so he failed to notice everything in the excruciating pain he was in. He heard something in a language roughly familiar to him as a dialect of Huttese , which shakily translated to 'grublings'. What a strange word for this humanoid to use. This headmistress also seemed to disapprove of how Delrick was handling things. The droids combat-motivated circuit brain failed to think of a reason why she could be displeased with his thorough destruction of his metal body. This headmistress wanted his name and designation, but he just glared at her for a time. Then , the Moderate gave him back his legs and he jealously grabbed them from him. He then answered the Headmistress , and followed it with a barrage of questions aimed at her.


"Response/Queries : First of all , I have a small measure of gratitude , as much as I choose to give to non-masters , for you not finishing the job. Do you have any technicians , while on the subject? To answer your question , headmistress , I am Assassin Droid HK-50-01 , or the Prototype. I am the most advanced assassin droid to date , as of the end of the Jedi Civil War. Now , if you would so permit me , what year in galactic standard is it? And what would be the function of this school , and what would your name be? And what does this Delrick do , asides from destroying droids and obviously being an extremely powerful Grey Jedi? Is there any Sith here asides from the Desk-Sith you just made dissapear? And is HK-47 or his lackey HK-51 units here or still alive?" HK-50 chose to end his queries with the two most important things : his masters and his revenge. Perhaps this being could become his master too , but only if he came to the decision that she was as worthy of his loyalty as the Sith.
 
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Location: Medication Classroom


Who I'm with: Delrick and HK-50-01


What I'm doing: Explaining


She arched an eyebrow and bent down. "I can make some technicians if you prove useful. Delrick, have you been lying to poor, confused droids again?" Nishira grinned. "Grey Jedi..." She shook her head, chuckling to herself. "The year doesn't matter, the galactic standard doesn't apply here." Carefully, the headmistress stood, moving to cover the hole through her abdomen. "You may refer to me as Headmistress Auros and this is an institution that prepares students for ...dominating the worlds that ejected them. If you're up for that challenge I will repair you. If not..." She glanced to where Nox stood a few moments before. "As for Delrick... He's a trusted adviser and my combatives teacher."
 
Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: the headmistress, HK-50


What I'm doing: Standing by


The monk smiled a little. "It wasn't so much a lie as it was the easiest way to reference myself to its database." He shrugged and watched as the headmistress explained who he was. 'Once your repaired you would definitely be an excellent final test for those students who are ready.' The monk stood by, but focussed on his staff and sent a mental command to it. It quivered a bit then it moved to his coffee cup, hooked it carefully through the handle, and carried it to Delrick waiting hand.


The monk never took his eyes of the droid.


Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Valian


What I'm doing: shaking water


After Valian was on shore, the otter briefly dove below the water and then leapt from the river to land near his human friend. Grinning the otter shook the water from his fur and clothes, making sure to get Valian. "Mayhap head back, we can esplore afteh 'ours." He cracked his neck and knuckles. "I wanna watch de seconds face off again sensei."
 
Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Grim


What I'm doing: Trying to dry off


"Yeah, probably the best idea." He laughed. "Aw, man! You missed a killer match yesterday! He busted a girl's head open! You ever seen him do that?! I mean! Holy... There was a LOT of blood. I think I saw her this morning, so totally lived but... Holy hell." He shook his head. "Grim, you gotta be there today. I can't be the only guy in there. It's gonna be crazy with this group!"
 
Location : Meditation Classrooms


Who I'm with : Blood commander Drexo , Delrick the anti-machinist Moderate , the Apprentice , and Headmistress Auros.


What I'm doing : asserting my preferred forms of address


HK-50 listened to the Headmistress intently. He appreciated being referred to without it being 'you , droid' or 'it' or worse , 'that machine'. He wondered how she meant 'make technicians' , but he assumed this meant technician droids of some sort. He knew he would prove useful , that was no issue.


Despite the Headmistrisses words , he still wanted to know how long he had been deactivated. He figured it had to be at least a half century with the Sith's odd mode of dress. As she next spoke he noticed she was covering a place on her abdomen , a wound no doubt. This must be a very tough , powerful being to be able to act like such a wound was no issue. He wasn't sure what he would do with the knowledge of how to dominate the Galaxy. He decided to use it to take a slice of the Galaxy for droids only , and build up such a large force of droids and ships so as to make it nigh unconquerable. Regardless he was indeed up to the challenge , so he supposed as long as his repairs were done right he would be fine , and not end up like the foolish Desk-Sith. of course this assumes not all are as powerful here as this Delrick is. I would need specialized tools to take him on.


This Auros said that Delrick was her advisor and a combat teacher , which made him angrier when the Fleshsack refered to him as an 'it'. When he next spoke , he addressed this issue and affirmed his abilities. "Correction/affirmation : firstly , Delrick , never refer to me as an it unless you want me to rip out your eyes and refer to you as a sub-humanoid. I am as intelligent as any human , more so than most. Secondly , I am more than ready to learn how I can carve out my slice of the Galaxy for the droids of the stars. I would need specialized tools to enact successful protocols on ones such as this Delrick you so trust. These are easy to craft , as it will be easy to craft some mechanical technicians keyed to my own specifications. I merely require a workshop and the parts to craft such items with. I would certainly be much stronger than a Desk-Sith such as the one you destroyed with such ease. I notice you are holding what I assume is a wound in the abdominal region. This I can also fix with the assistance of a medical fleshsack and the right tools. Speaking of , where is your medbay and medical staff? Would they not be rushing here upon the termination of a fleshsack?"





He decided now was a time to address the girl , and open up a beneficial relationship with her that could make her a potential Sith apprentice. His head swiveled over in her directio and his voice opened up with a decidedly friendlier tone than usual. "Request/query : I would like to know your species , Apprentice. Oh! And add your name. I see much Official Sith potential in you , and a comrade could make me more agreeable so my Droid Empire's subjects could find me more serve-able. I hasten to add that I do not find your lack of facial features when stressed any issue , far stranger things have I seen on the Rim."


 
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Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Delrick, his bird, and HK-50 01


What I'm doing: Responding


Nishira sighed and moved her arms. There was no point in hiding it anymore. "If you attacked my general I'd have to destroy you," she informed. "Though..." The headmistress considered his words carefully. "If you're a useful drone... Yes, I think I can have you repaired and give you a workshop by the end of the day." A smile crept across her face. "The nurses won't leave the infirmary. Injured parties must go to them." She glanced at Delrick. "I assume you have something in mind for our HK?"


As she spoke, she bent and touched his limbs. They began to fuse themselves back into place. By the time she circled the droid, his form would be repaired, but not exactly correct. More, it was repaired in a way that only could be described as 'magic.' It was fairly clear that Nishira didn't quite grasp the idea of mechanics.


Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Sensei, the headmistress, and the construct calling itself HK-50 01


What I'm doing: Being confused


Still hidden from having to see the headmistress by her placement near the door, she didn't expect to be addressed by anyone other than Sensei. The construct's line of questioning was painful to hear, however and she winced as she referenced her moment of weakness. What was an Official Sith? What was the Rim? Being referred to as 'apprentice' wasn't incorrect, but it did bother her slightly.


Uncertain, she looked to Sensei for approval. Oh, right, he was turned away from her. Instead of replying, she backed into the hallway and looked back and forth between the construct and hallway. Another step back. Being propositioned was odd. The people in charge usually just took what they wanted. It wasn't as if she was able to choose at this point anyway.


Nishira watched the girl from around the monk. What would the little bird do? The first real test of loyalty.


Why'nn ran, full tilt, toward the stairs.


'Hmm? No answer? I'll have to get Delrick to work on her charisma...'
 
Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Delrick, HK, and others


What I'm doing: Dropping the M-3


Brutus felt an intense heat in his hand and let out a slight yelp and dropped the M-3, he then heard the meditation teacher tell him to go to class, he knew it better to not disobey on his first day. He did a quick scan of the M-3, picked it up and then he walked out of the room and made an attempt to find his next class.
 
Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Valian


What I'm doing: Heading back


The otter shook his head, hos eyes wide like dinner plates. "He did wot!?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Dat must'eh been foight!" Thinking about how sensei fought and moved, if he had to get that aggressive she must've been fighter. "She lived! Geez! 'ow many 'its she land on 'm?" This would be a good story. Walking slowly back up stream as they talked.


Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: the headmistress, HK-50


What I'm doing: Drinking Coffee and vaguely wondering where my students are.


The monk smirked at the threat, but shrugged it away taking a sip of his coffee. "I apologize for referring to you as an it, HK. I simply choose words that did not place you into a binary gender." He held his coffee at his chin and cocked his head slightly. "Do you have a gender?"


He looked to the headmistress and nodded at her question about the droids usefulness. "Yes, I do. Given the Prototype's skills and programming I think that HK would make an excellent final test for students about return to their realms." He looked to HK and added. "All safeties would be removed, if you manage to kill them, they were not ready." He showed no emotion either way as he spoke in a calm tone, obviously meaning he was in fact serious. Training his students was the utmost concern for him, but if they failed he would rather they do it here.
 
Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Grim


What I'm doing: Walking


"She didn't get any that he didn't let her have! Well, 'cept one. At some point she touched his hand and he got pretty wobbly. I tell ya... some of the new kids are a little spooky." He shook his head. There'd be no way they'd find his shirt in the underbrush. Ah, well. They were climbing uphill. "I mean, I know they can't die in the ring but... Has he ever 'killed' you? I think I stopped fighting when he broke my hip. This girl... She tried to pull herself closer."
 
Location : Meditiation Classroom


Who I'm with : Headmistress Auros and Delrick


What I'm doing : Educating Fleshsacks


The Apprentice , to HK-50-01's chagrin , left. He assumed it was because the Headmistress and Delrick scared her , but it could just be she didn't like him. He would find her later , after he was done here. Apparently the Headmistress greatly favored this Delrick , but he wasn't meaning kill. If this Delrick was is strong as he appears , blindness should cause him little trouble anyway. Asides , I would merely give him bionic implants anyway.


The use of 'drone' didn't bother him particularly , he had heard even the highest admirals referred to thusly by his masters. The idea of his own workshop gladdened him , and he decided to not let it be known this was something he had never had before. As she moved her arms he noticed a large Lightsaber wound where they formerly rest. This was easy to fix with some cloned flesh and a little bacta spray , as long as he could get a portable non-living cloning tank. He didn't give much thought to how she wasn't dead with such a wound. Powerful beings had a way to survive anything in his experience. The nurses also not moving didn't surprise him ; anyone not strong enough to get to an infirmary were rarely worth saving anyway. He noticed she did repair him , crudely. No matter to him , the Self-repairing Rakatan tech in him would have that evened out in a few hours with them attached already. He shakily rose up after the joints were attached enough to walk on.


After Auros addressed Delrick , he was appeased to find the Combat Instructor cared to know his programmed gender. At least he was acting out of ignorance and not blind hatred , as many had toward the droid. What he enjoyed more was the Combat instructor using his self-titled secondary title 'The Prototype' , as none except himself has used since he was sent on his first Assassination Mission. What annoyed him was the suggestion of being a... Training aide? While he's making stupid requests and ideas , why not make a paper maché Star Dreadnaught? He was also offended by the idea of even having safeties , aside from those he had to protect himself. The tone belied seriousness as well , so when the droid next spoke he used a serious tone as well.


"Rebuttal/gratitude : firstly , thank you for the repairs , master Headmistress Auros. Additionally , thank you for the offer I will gladly accept of a Workshop. Give me time to think of what I would need first. The Nurses are job issue , I would only grow non-living cells for a flesh patch at that spot , and a portable cloning tank would suffice. Secondly , master's advisor Delrick , I am a Masculine programmed droid , and I appreciate the interest in wanting to know such details. I doubly appreciate using my title of the Prototype. However , using myself as a training aide would be akin to using a fleet of Dreadnaughts with full compliments to destroy a single starfighter. I was built to seek as destroy , hence Hunter Killer. I additionally don't have any safeties save those designed to avert my own self-destruction. However , I could easily construct a cadre of specialized training droids with my same abilities , and which would be much more suited to training and such things. I could even produce enough to key them to individual student's strengths and weaknesses , as well as your own even. If so , perhaps I could title them 'TF-xx-xx' for Trainer-Fighter with the serial and model numbers at the end. I am going to avoid anger with you as far as my capabilities can allow , because of the clear respect you must have to care about my own Gender Programming. After this , I would like to know where your Apprentice went , as I would like to speak with her. I assume I must be frightening to her then , as another student found me frightening earlier , a Faerunian. Also , where is your databank located? I must gather a little knowledge before I can operate at full effectiveness."
 
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Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Delrick and HK-50 01


What I'm doing: Finishing up


"I'll come back to consider both of your concerns at a later point in time." She waved her hand dismissively. "I have other things to attend to. HK, don't kill any of my students or teachers yet, okay?" Nishira smiled as she started toward the door. "Explore. I'll find you when I'm done with some... other business. Delrick... good job."


The headmistress exited the room and, with a step, returned to her office and the sleeping knight there. "Hello. Are you the one here about the cook's position?" A gentle smile was still upon her face, but it hid a great deal of thoughts on the current situation. @TommyGun15


Location: Stairs


Who I'm with: No one


What I'm doing: Running


Why'nn tore down the stairs, not even seeing Illn's unconscious body or Calar's incorporeal form. Her feet did not stop until she was at the stairs to the dorms. There she tried to catch her breath, sitting on the stairs. 'Connor? Connor... why is this taking so long? I need to see you again... I don't even know if you can hear me... but if you can know that I'm at the entrance to the dorms... meet me here if you can.'
 
Location: Outside the Headmistress's Office


Who I'm with: The Headmistress (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Waking up and introducing myself


Sieghart woke when he heard someone speaking to him. He stood and looked at the Headmistress, silently cursing himself for falling asleep. Again.


"Oh, pardon me." Sieghart said with as much of a bow as he could perform in his armor. "Yes, I am here about the cook's position. I am Sieghart of Catarina. At your service milady."
 
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Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Valian


What I'm doing: Heading back


Grim was nodding as Valian explained how the fight went. "She only touched 'I'm, and 'e went wobbly?" The otter made a face that was a mixture of surprise and of being creeped out. "Dey mus'be spooky." He thought back to one his first fights when he was nothing but rage and hatred. "Yeah, 'e did, once or twice. When I first got 'ere." A look of shock crept onto his face at that last bit. 'Wot kinda bein' wood dew dat?'


Location: Meditation Classroom


Who I'm with: Nishira and HK-50


What I'm doing: Finishing up


The monk listened politely as the droid spoke. 'You are long winded for a being that doesn't require air.' He nodded in acceptance of the criticism and solution to his suggestion of being a test. "Mr. Prototype, your TF droids sound like excellent additions to the combat courses." While the warlock didn't fully understand the reference about ships and capabilities, he knew enough to pick up the meaning of it. "I would expect no less from an assassin, though you may find that trying at times. As for my apprentice, you will be able to find her once the school day has ended. If she wishes to speak with you that is." Delrick sipped on his coffee. "I'm Faerunian as well, I believe they may not be so much frightened as awe. 'Constructs' or golems are not foreign to them, but rare and powerful." Motioning to the door, the monk continued. "Our database is in the form of a library, which is on the first floor."
 
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Location: Outside the school


Who I'm with: Grim


What I'm doing: Heading back


They were at the fence now and Valian ducked through. He'd definitely have to stop off at the dorms to change. "Just a touch... No idea how that works." He waited for Grim to duck through before he kept walking. He laughed at his friend's admission. "I never have been killed by anyone in the classes... but I usually let up if I'm beat." The boy shrugged. "I dunno what she was."
 
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