Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Location: Cafeteria


Company: James (@TommyGun15 )


Activity: Replying


The effeminate male watched the nervous James talk, understanding his odd behavior as he is unsure of what might happen to him after being 'apprenticed', or so Bridget thought, by Mistress Erus, the E&E professor.


He nodded at James' earlier thoughts, not caring much about him being prohibited from going in detail. Bridget didn't want to get in the path of the Headmistress' face, now, did he? Sure, the woman was a very evil and corrupted being in the young male's mind, and if she wasn't of authority over him, he'd attempt everything in his own right to eliminate her. However, he shows deep reverence for her in another respect due to her great power.


The fem-boy was shocked to have heard that a figure of authority, who he assumed to be the HM, was actually applauding a predatory and harmful sexual relationship between Erus and James. Well, at least that's what's presumed. Bridget didn't like this one pinch. But he was blushing nonetheless.


"Y-You don't m-mean... What I think you do, r-right?" He stammered nervously.


It was deep in his plush heart, but inside, he had feelings for this silver-haired boy. Sure, James didn't quite know his gender, and Bridget barely got to familiarize with him yet, but if he were harmed, even in rape, he himself would feel pained emotionally, and most likely in his stomach and nerves as well.


These feelings were... Somewhat romantic. He did in fact find the fellow male to be attractive, but he wanted to stay abstinent, of course. He knew how painful sex could be, and what dangers/complications it possibly dragged with itself. He wasn't even certain if James was willing to accept his bi-romantic behavior, but it was always worth a shot... Later.


"Dude... Sounds really dangerous... I don't want'cha gettin' raped or anything, y-you're my friend." He stated in his extremely effeminate voice.
 
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where:


zipper- hallways/cafateria


with:


zipper- valian


doing:


zipper- scared


Zipper became wide eyes blushing. He surprised her and scared her a little at first by picking her up. She looks down."i-i-i can walk......you don't have to.." She says.


@folclor
 
Position : second floor hallway


Companions : Why'nn , Delrick , Headmistress Auros , Connor , someone who wants to eat blasts entirely too much , and Darth Manara


Engaging in : making Descisions that will change everything


HK-50-01 was paralyzed by indecision for what was the very first time in his operation cycle. A Sith wasn't planning to make a potential recruit a Sith. A Pureblood Sith at that. Those weren't supposed to be around at all , even in a genetically watered down form. People throwing around telekenesis and other such force powers weren't even force-sensitive. He knew what sex was , and he also didn't know why a Sith would waste time with pursuits like that at all. Of course, unless that wasn't what Connor meant , but the droid wasn't sure why he would say it if he didn't mean specifically that.


Apparently the Sith wanted to just ruin Why'nn's life , by taking Connor from her. While HK-50 himself may not care for Connor , he knew that Why'nn did , and he was sure that Why'nn would be very sad if he didn't survive whatever act of devotion the Sith was speaking of. He wasn't sure Connor could survive the test Malak used to test his apprentices , especially not the part where they fight two Terentatek beasts. The Sith apparently was using some kind of torture on Connor , because he was in great pain and no doubt this was part of the devotion rituals of which the Sith spoke. The Pureblood was apparently thinking of herself as the 'pure embodiment of the Sith'. Was she right? Had he been serving the wrong people all along? No , that was Lord Malak and Lord Revan. Lord Kreia and Sion. Nihilus even. A real Sith would never take blame for another's actions. This is just another Desk-Sith


Apparently Connor had Future-Sight , because he prophesied that the Pureblod Sith would be eliminated from the Galaxy , leading to the Jedi to rule for a long time. Hopefully this meant such a reign would come to an end , leading to Sith in the vein of his Mistress Revan and Master Malak to return. He even laughed , something HK himself was wanting to do. This whole situation was completely absurd. He never thought he'd be here. Thinking on all this , he scarcely noticed James get ordered to leave , or Mistress Auros' words to the person that had entered the room and spouted Jedi Garbage. He did notice changes being defined by battle , but he only noticed because this was part of his own philisophy , leading him to think on everything more. He was brought out of this state of introspection by his own name being uttered. The Sith was named Darth Manara , and in HK's own mind only two Sith were allowed such a moniker at a time , with the rest having a different title. He didn't like the thought of what this Manara would do to Why'nn , his one and only friend.


He almost rolled around the light in his Photo-Receptors like the Fleshsacks do when the new person said even more Jedi Trash. He stopped hating it as much when he realized that she wanted to save Why'nn. But he couldn't support someone whose philosophy ran so very many counterpoints to his own. Then he immediately broke into a combat crouch when the Sith drew he lightsaber to Connor's throat , quickly correcting it to seem impassive. I better avoid tipping my allegiances yet... And I doubt Connor is lying. The Sith I've met from this new era all seem like weaklings , taking excuses and blame for and from others. They'll be undone by the mistakes of Underlings. He almost screeched aloud when Why'nn attacked this Manara woman , and the Sith attacked back. The Headmistress Auros asked him to escort out the Jedi-like being , ordering him to use force but not Terminate. But he merely stood there , and watched in horror as Why'nn's arm came off before the shoulder. He just didn't know what to do. Following this Darth Manara was already an undesirable option , but would he follow his master or his friend? Could he follow either without losing the other?


And then Why'nn lunged at Manara , with glass in her hand. He so desperately wanted his friend to survive , and it almost shattered his Behavoir Core when the Sith merely stepped aside the attack. And when the Fake Sith blew Why'nn into the wall , he let out a silent but defeating scream deep where his Circuits ran from. He didn't care that the Jedi Being said that he would touch her and incur destruction. He hardly even noticed a strange blue light emerged from her , traveling outwards.


He Did notice Why'nn say she won't be killed. He noticed Mistress Auros say that no 'servants' would be killed. This gladdened him , for he knew servants meant Why'nn. And he was shocked to see the Jedi take Mistress Auros' throat in her hands and ask for Manara to be called off. He hoped that Auros would give in , because he really wanted Why'nn to survive. Then Darth Manara spoke , saying that she acted in defense. A real Sith of course would have no need to defend her actions , and would also embrace anti-Authority positions. This told the droid the Sith of his time may be dead , to return far later. When the Sith said Mistress Auros should fit her with a cybernetic arm , he finally acted.


He rushed over to where Why'nn was , almost faster than a standard wheeled transport. He grabbed her in his arms , holding her to his body tight. Then he spoke in a neutrally deriding tone , which for him meant he was extremely angry. Star-Destroyingly angry. "Declaration of Intentions : Manara , you are not the Sith I served. I know now the true Sith , the Sith of my time like Malak , Revan , Sion , Kreia and even Bandon , they all perished after the Dark Wars. You are nothing to them. If you are the future of the Sith , I may well go off and join a Grey Jedi. And how dare you hurt Why'nn. Why does it always have to be that my friends are at odds with my masters? Enough , I say. You deal with your own problems , Mistress Auros. I shall serve you , but I am no longer a slave to be ordered about. If you'll excuse me , I need to take my friend to the infirmary and create a replacement limb. Feel free to murder each other!"





With this , he rushed off at an extremely fast speed for the Med-Bay , though he wasn't sure where that actually was. Re just went to where the two Fleshsacks and Blood Commander Drexo were going to earlier. He spoke to Why'nn in a soft , comforting tone , or as much of one as he could produce. "Comforting statement : It'll be okay Why'nn. I'll make sure your arm gets fixed. I won't let anyone kill you. I won't let another of my friends die."
 
Location: The Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Bridget (@BloodHasSpilled )


What I'm doing: Catastrophizing


James shivered, thinking back to some of the old legends he'd heard about apprenticeships.


"I just don't know. I mean, she never said it outright, but a few minutes ago, in the hallway upstairs. There was a commotion between a student in a... similar situation to myself, and he was yelling at... the authority figure... that one of the instructors was planning to use one of the apprentices for her own "personal pleasure", to put it delicately. I don't know, it's just... I've heard stories in my home about a land far to the east, where they practiced something called nanshoku. According to it, an apprentice was expected to be "intimate" with their master or mistress if they were asked."


James shivered again and set his spoon down.


"And the worst part is, you felt how she was able to influence us with that charm spell. If she really set her mind to it, who knows what she could make me think?"
 
Location: Second floor hallway


Who I'm with: Nishira, Marana, HK, Connor, Why'nn, Violet


What I'm doing: Stepping in


Delrick's expression was unchanged by the Sith's explanation of the events. He continued to eye her with grave suspicion, never fully believing her, to do so would be unwise. "Whether this was meant as a personal affront or not, she is my apprentice." He began to subtly adjust his stance, seeing Manara step back. "Many a student have caused you to 'defend' yourself over the years. It's starting to become a bit of a trademark of yours." The warlock looked to unconscious form of Connor. 'You most learn some control.' He rolled his shoulders and physically seemed to relax, while his aura was still strong the feeling everyone would feel changed. Instead of feeling as though your soul was being trod upon, it would be an uplifting, hopeful, joyous sensation flooding their entire being.


Inwardly Delrick smirked, knowing this would cause the Sith a bit of discomfort, even if she would not show or express it outwardly.


At the mention of the loss of Why'nn's arm and the means by which it would be replaced, he let out a small sigh. "I will discuss that with her, if she chooses a technological replacement, I will accompany her to your training her in the use of it." Glancing to the headmistress before he continued. "Or if she chooses a biological one, the choice will be hers. Either way I will be joining her when she meets with you later, as you say." His tone was still the same, leaving no room for interpretation or argument.


He watched as the droid carried Why'nn off, he would catch up with him soon enough and see to Why'nn, once this situation was put to rest.
 
Location: Second Floor Hallway (Why'nn, Nishira)


Who I'm with: Manara, Connor, HK-50-01, and Violet


What I'm doing: Teaching a lesson (Nishira); Trying to stay awake (Why'nn)


"Oh, you're cute." The headmistress was not scared of this child's threats. She stepped forward, letting the girl's finger press against her neck. As her body did not work the way a human's would, it was no issue for her. "I'll give you one more chance before I throw you to the wolves. Your power is as nothing to mine, nor is it a match to any of my followers. Stand down and leave." A grin formed upon her face as she heard - and felt - Delrick enter. This would be much more entertaining now.


Sensei? The power rolling off of him gave her a bit of energy back. It felt like home and she wished to stand, but she could not. She could not move. Why'nn could barely keep her eyes open. Her breathing was labored, but she was watching. She wanted to see what happened next. Wanted to see what Sensei would do. The girl struggled, trying to sit up against the wall, instead of being slumped down as she was. However, her body was weak and she could not. The pain invaded her senses and she knew she wouldn't be awake for much longer, even though she knew she wouldn't die from this.


"Sensei," she breathed, her voice weak. She had more she wished to say, but not the energy with which to say it. As if she were underwater or the sounds were muffled, she couldn't quite understand what everyone was saying, but she could feel the presence of her master and that comforted her.


"Hm?" Nishira looked away from Violet a moment. "Oh. Yes. Cybernetic arm. Of course. And, no, I do not believe anyone is more qualified than you to help her learn. Delrick, dear... your protective instinct over your apprentice is touching. I do have a bit to discuss with you when I've finished dealing with this girl."


Cyber...netic? What did that mean? And the words finally meshed in Why'nn's brain enough to realize that the teacher intended to train her later. Panic and adrenaline shot through her, giving her enough energy to scramble for the glass shard again. If the teacher came near her, she intended to strike. Then something happened that she did not expect. HK-50-01 was speaking, but she still could not understand the words. They came out too quickly. He rushed to her, he gathered her, as Sensei had done a few times in her day and a half at this institution, and began to rush her toward the infirmary. Her hand loosened its grip, letting the glass fall to the ground, shattering a bit more.


Nishira frowned. "How unusual of you to go against me. But, then again, she is your first in a century. I suppose this would stir up feelings." The headmistress stepped back from the girl, ignoring Violet now, and stepping a bit closer to Manara and Delrick. "If she chooses a cybernetic arm, I will allow you to accompany her to any training sessions with Manara. It is, after all, your right as her master. However, Manara has asked to have private training sessions with your apprentice and I have granted her this. For reasons we shall discuss, she needs to learn how to defend herself without you around to save her."


"HK-50-01," she murmured, letting out a hiss of pain as the shorn, burnt flesh connected with his metal chassis. "Is this... normal... in your world?" Why'nn closed her eyes, tears of pain making their way down her cheeks as she rested her head against him.


Location: Entry Hall


Who I'm with: Zipper


What I'm doing: Carrying Zipper


"I know you can walk, but I can get us there faster." He smiled down at her and picked up his pace again. "That was a stressful area for you. Had to get you out of there." He set her down at the entrance to the cafeteria, then scratched the back of his head, a bit lost for words. "So, uh... Yeah! Lunch time! And the others will join us soon!" He gave her a reassuring smile.
 
Location: Second Floor Hallway (Connor, Manara)


Who I'm With: Nishira, Delrick, Connor, the new person


What I'm Doing: Maintaining Composure (Manara), Unconscious (Connor)


Manara listened to HK's rant and shook her head once he took off down the hall with the girl. The Sith Lords the droid spoke of were, indeed, great ones, but they were long since dead. It was no longer their reign and for the droid to hold on to such past concepts was a weakness. She pondered trying to reprogram the droid, but considered it a waste of time. She didn't need it to accomplish her goals; goals she was trying to complete through manipulation and other subtle tactics. It was serving her quite well back on Dromund Kaas. She felt the new aura Delrick began projecting, and grumbled inwardly at the feeling. Uplifting joy and hope were not feelings she enjoyed experiencing, but she managed to maintain herself all the same. "While I do have my...interesting tactics of training, I assure you that your apprentice will not be permanently damaged. Surely your training methods are not without risk of harm," she said, offering a sly smile. She looked to Nishira and started to say something about the droid and how unpredictable the HK model can be, but she figured the headmistress would find out with time, unless she understood that now. Instead she turned her attention to the unconscious boy on the floor. She walked over to him, and knelt down beside him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked up to Nishira. "The boy is fine. He will find it a bit hard to speak after this round of being strangled. You could probably just leave him here until he wakes up..."
 
where: cafeteria


with:


Sugarshe- glitch,James,and Bridget


doing:


Drinking


Sugarshe made her way to the cafeteria and went getting a blood pack before moving to sit down. She wasn't paying attention to where she sat and ended up sitting with Bridget and James obviously not caring what they thought of her. Sugarshe as a human was fair skinned with her long messy purple hair and red eyes,she still gothic dressed with dark make up. She had her elbow on the table pushing a straw into the pack quietly.


@TommyGun15
 
Location: Cafeteria


Company: James (@TommyGun15 )


Activity: Learning


Bridget cringed, and almost felt like having a plentiful vomit when he learned about the sickening practices of nanshoku in Japan. He would've never guessed pedophilia was welcomed with open arms far back when. Learning about how a female student was arguing about sexual advances, he asked a question. "Umm... Was the girl... Why'nn?"


With these things he learned, the effeminate male certainly desired to become an apprentice no longer. He didn't want to be abused, hurt, and have his innocence shattered. Sure, he likes to keep his body healthy, but he didn't want any exposure to sex as a child. "So if I were to become an apprentice... I'd have to... Get molested by my master or mistress? Man..." He exclaimed, worried.


"A-Also, I've got something to tell you..." He sighed, pushing his two index fingers against eachother, feeling a bit uneasy and hoping he'd be welcomed. "I-I'm a guy. I'm sorry, but it's a long story..." Bridget began blushing immensely, eyeing James.
 
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Location: The Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Bridget (@BloodHasSpilled ), A girl I don't know (@mewbot5408 )


What I'm doing: Changing the subject


James answered Bridget's questions with a nod, and a shrug respectively. Honestly, he didn't know. As far as he knew, it could've been that one teacher. One thing he was surprised about was Bridget confessing to being male. He awkwardly scratched his head.


"Yeah... about that... I heard Mistre-" James cursed quietly and shook his head. Maybe it was whatever binding they put on James that made him automatically refer to Miss Imalia as Mistress or maybe it was his own personal sense of decorum. Either way, it might not be a good idea to call her that around the other students.


"I heard Miss Imalia refer to you as Mr. in class... I didn't want to bring it up... I thought it was something you were keeping secret."


James noticed someone walking over to their table.


"Talk later." He said quietly to Bridget, wanting to keep his worries as private as possible, especially from strangers.


James was a bit unsettled by the girl. Truthfully, new people, especially girls, always made him nervous. This wasn't helped by the dark red liquid the girl was drinking from a what definitely looked like a blood pack. Still, so far James was on a roll as far as meeting new people went. Now didn't seem like a good time to stop.


"Um... Hello. I'm James."


James offered his hand to shake, his face a curious color that looked like it couldn't decide whether to turn red from embarrassment, or pale from fear.


"Um... What's your name?"

 

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Violet let out a grin and chuckled to herself. Her power faded and her eyes turned to brown. She leaned back agiasnt the wall. "God you're so full of yourself, I really want to take you down a peg." Her eyes went to Connor, the other girl appeared safe, that bucket of bolts seemed to care about her. For the most part what she wanted happened which there wasn't a need to fight, but she felt her heart race, her grin grew. So many strong people, so many people to beat down. That would have to wait, for now this boy was her priority.
 
Location: Second Floor Hallway


Who I'm with: Delrick, Manara, Unconscious Connor, and the girl


What I'm doing: Settling disagreements


"Delrick, whatever you think of Manara's approaches they have proven useful in the past." Nishira let out a sigh. "Go after your apprentice if you wish. Manara, you are dismissed. I will take the boy to the infirmary as I believe your appearance will rile this one and Delrick's bird once they wake. You will be called upon when the cybernetic arm has been connected." Here she looked at Delrick with a little bit of disappointment. "It will not be her choice. It will never be her choice. She isn't strong or wise enough to understand what is necessary and your judgement is clouded when it comes to her."


She ignored the girl and flicked her hand upwards, levitating Connor to her until her body rested gently in her arms. Turning, she walked toward the infirmary and disappeared in a flash, appearing long enough to put Connor in a bed and direct a nurse over to him before she returned to her office.
 
Location: second floor hallway.


Who's she's with: about to be alone


What's she's doing: leaving.


Violet narrowed her eyes but followed. She using signs found her way to the nurses station and walked in. She whistled looking around the place seemed to be full to the brim. She found Connor and gave a smile. They appeared to be doing okay. She sat down next to Connor's bed and looked to the window. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"
 
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Location: Entry Hall


Who I'm with: A strange creature and some people


What I'm doing: Finding the Mess hall


Brutus walked down the stairs ('away from all of that' he believed is what humans would say) and looked around. He saw a strange creature and two of the third years from earlier, he noticed a room that had a sign in front of it that read 'Cafeteria' "THIS IS THE SECOND TIME TODAY!" He leaned on the wall next to him and sighed quite a heavy sigh and walked forward (slightly close to the exit) trying to make his way to the mess hall before he went on a rampage.


Location: Entry Hall


Who I'm with: A sangheili (I think) and DEMONS *Flal* A creature and third years *Brutus*


What I'm doing: Confronting the demons *Flal* Questioning the creature *Brutus*


"Y-Y-You're not going to kill me demons! A sangheili (when he said this he pointed at Brutus who looked at him with a strange look) is here now!" Flal had spotted what he believed to be an oddly dressed Sangheili with war paint on his face. He raised his plasma pistol and backed away from the demons until he came close to the sangheili and he stood there charging a shot before the gun was yanked from his hands by Brutus and the shot hit the roof leaving a scorch mark "What's a sangheili?" "You battlemaster did the heretics do something to you?" Flal knew the demons had the power to brainwash the battlemasters and was now fearful of this one. "I'm a Turian named Brutus, I'm fine, absolutely sure nothing is wrong with me. What and who are you?" Flal ran from the Turian and ran up to a corner where he cowered in fear of what might happen to him. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you little one...." Flal turned slightly in his corner and then fully around. He looked at Brutus and studied him for a moment. Most enemies would have shot him by now but this one did not, 'perhaps an ally?' "I'm Flal, Unggoy from the Covenant." "Why did you call these humans demons?" Brutus was quite curious about why this one thought humans were evil and vile beings from religion "Because they are heretics!" Flal saw no reason to explain to this Brutus his religion. "Alright, well, sorry to break it to you, but you are in an alternate universe. We all are actually, we have been rejected by our home universes and have been sent to this academy. I'm going to assume you are a first year as I am, and I am also extending you an invitation of friendship." Flal hadn't ever had a friend that was not an Unggoy and was suprised that this Brutus wasn't treating him like most sangheili would so he decided to accept the invitation "I will be your friend Brutus, what are we supposed to be doing right now?" "It is time for the mid-day meal located in the mess hall which appears to be right here." Brutus stepped infront of the Unggoy and walked forward toward the room marked Cafeteria he entered, Flal right behind him. Brutus noticed Bridgett and ImJames sitting at a table with an unknown person so he walked up to them with Flal walking behind him like a younger brother would follow his older sibling.
 
where: cafeteria


with:


Sugarshe- glitch,James,and Bridget


Zipper- valian


doing:


Sugarshe- talking


Zipper- talking


The gothic female tilted her licking Her lip looking at James. She smirks placing her head on her wrist. "James,hmm? The name is Sugarshe or you can call me sugar but I can tell you I'm not all sweet like my name." She says introducing herself. Sugarshe then took another zip of her blood pack. "Though you sure you aren't red riding hood?" She teased


"Oh...okay..you just surprised me.."Zipper looked up at him and looked back down blushing. She rubbed her shoulder glancing back up with her aqua eyes giving a slightly puzzled look. She nods. "Okay lunch then.."She says


@TommyGun15


@folclor
 
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Location: The Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Bridget (@BloodHasSpilled ), Sugarshe, (@mewbot5408 )


What I'm doing: Looking embarrassed


James's faced definitely decided to be red. Beet red.


Okay! James thought panickedly, We are talking to a girl. Do not make a fool of yourself.





This was different from when James was talking to Bridget (although in hindsight that made sense), Bridget had been far less... James wasn't sure he knew the right word.


"It's nice to meet you, um... Sugar?" James smiled awkwardly as he said the name.


Too late. I've made a fool of myself.


"Um... Is that blood?" James asked nervously. "Are you... some kind of vampire or something? If you don't mind me asking."


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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Two new students (@Rookie )


What I'm doing: Talking


Sieghart noticed two new students entering the lunchroom. Sieghart waved and called over to them. It wouldn't do not to see to it that everyone had something to eat, especially on his first day.


"Lunch is over here. Stew, roast, and bread rolls."



 

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Location: Mess Hall


Who I'm with: Brutus and some humans *Flal* Flal and some people *Brutus*


What I'm doing: Looking at the food *Flal* Speaking with the Mess Sergeant *Brutus*


"Is this food fine to eat for someone with Dextro-DNA like myself?" Brutus felt as though if he died to anything it certainly wouldn't be from food, he looked over to his side and Flal looked at the food as if he had never seen anything like it....actually maybe he hadn't being the different universe and such. Flal looked up at the lunch-demon "Excuse me, lunch-demon (Flal then got a 'light' tap to the back of the head from Brutus) sir do you happen to have any methane and a vacant room that I might be able to fill with said methane not only to fill my methan tank (he gestured to the almost cone shaped tank on his back) but so I may take my mask off while I eat?" Flal knew he could eat the food without being in a methane filled room but it would be easier than taking off his mask and replacing it each time he needed to breath, his tank was half full, but he did want to take some methane for his tank for later so he didn't run out and die in his sleep. Brutus had been wondering why Flal had the tank on his back and now he knew, it was a rather wierd reason, but he decided not to question it.
 
Where: cafeteria


With: Bridget,James,and glitch


Doing: talking


Sugarshe shakes her head lightly crossing her legs. She smirks looking at him. "Not exactly cutie, I'm a type of demon....."She says with a giggle and licks her lips. "Though I'd love to drink that pretty red on your face..." She teased flirting.


@TommyGun15
 
Location: Cafeteria (Iris)


Who I'm With: Technically no one, but there are other students present (Iris)


What I'm Doing: Eating Alone (Iris)


Iris sat at her usual table in the back of the cafeteria away from everyone else so she could easily observe. While she would not turn someone away from sitting with her, she never would ask to join some else willingly. The elf's icy blue eyes scanned the room and watched the interactions of the others as they talked and ate. She had felt the school shake a few minutes before, but figured that it was nothing that she needed to concern herself with. This year the school seemed to play host to several students who didn't like to follow the rules laid out before them. They would learn soon enough, and gods forbid that they piss off the Sith teacher. She recalled how she had angered the teacher in her first year. Darth Manara had been teaching other students to use lightsabers, feeling it would improve their dexterity with lighter blades. Iris had refused as she felt the weapon hindered her ability to fight. As a result, the Sith fired Force lightning into her cybernetic arm. Had she not stopped when she did, Iris's life would have been endangered. She clutched at her chest briefly as she remembered this.


Iris pulled herself back to the present and once again scanned the room as she took another bite of her food. She could see several new faces and they all seemed to be getting along. This actually began to make her curious as to what happened up on the other floor with that explosion. Against her better judgement she decided, if she had time after eating, that she would go take a peek at what happened.
 
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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Brutus, another first year (@Rookie )


What I'm doing: Serving lunch


Siegfried thought for a moment. Where would one find "methane"? For that matter, what was "methane"?


"Let's see... Brutus I assume. Yes, you were on the "special diets" list."


Sieghart handed him a special tray of food, which aside from being bright red as opposed to the colors of the other trays, was exactly identical.


"This one should meet your dietary requirements. As for methane... I don't know. But I'm sure if you talked to the Headmistress she could set something up for you."


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Location: The Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Bridget (@BloodHasSpilled ), Sugarshe (@mewbot5408 )


James's eyes widened a bit. He'd heard stories of demons from the north, towering beasts that could rip a man apart. Sugarshe... didn't really fit that description. Perhaps it was one of those interdimensional things. James laughed nervously at her words, rubbing his neck self-consciously. Although he had a good idea what she was implying... the idea didn't scare James as much as he knew it should've.


"Heheh... Um... Would... Would that hurt?"



 

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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Brutus, another first year (@Rookie )


What I'm doing: Serving lunch


Siegfried thought for a moment. Where would one find "methane"? For that matter, what was "methane"?


"Let's see... Brutus I assume. Yes, you were on the "special diets" list."


Sieghart handed him a special tray of food, which aside from being bright red as opposed to the colors of the other trays, was exactly identical.


"This one should meet your dietary requirements. As for methane... I don't know. But I'm sure if you talked to the Headmistress she could set something up for you."


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Location: The Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Bridget (@BloodHasSpilled ), Sugarshe (@mewbot5408 )


James's eyes widened a bit. He'd heard stories of demons from the north, towering beasts that could rip a man apart. Sugarshe... didn't really fit that description. Perhaps it was one of those interdimensional things. James laughed nervously at her words, rubbing his neck self-consciously. Although he had a good idea what she was implying... the idea didn't scare James as much as he knew it should've.


"Heheh... Um... Would... Would that hurt?"
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Where: cafeteria


With: Bridget,glitch,and James


Doing: flirting and talking


Sugarshe tilted her head resting her chin on her palm."Only if you want it to....." She says and looks away taking another sip of blood. "No worries I'm just teasing....."She assured him with a amused giggle.
 
Position : Medbay


Companions : Why'nn , Connor and a wannabe Jedi Knight


Engaging in : getting help


HK-50-01 noticed , as he ran and ran , that Why'nn dropped the shard of glass. Probably a good thing , he could fashion her a better weapon. Plus.. He wasn't sure how whatever nurses that never left Medbay would react to him holding a body holding a weapon. Best to avoid them getting the wrong impression. Very , very best. Luckily for him , the wound was a lightsaber wound , meaning it wasn't flowing blood like a wound from a different cutting weapon such as a Vibro-Blade or a Lanvarok.


He also noticed Headmistress Auros say something about unusual of going against me , but he assumed it meant someone else because she certainly wasn't stopping him leaving. The rest of the statement was lost as he fled the stairs as if he was an animal fleeing a predator. Why'nn adressed him , using his full name as usual. Maybe it's some tradition. Maybe she likes me enough to use my full name. I don't really know. I should ask her about it soon , I suppose. After I fix all this. After she hissed in pain he belatedly noticed he had the injured flesh pressed to his own metal visage , but didn't adjust his grip for fear of dropping her. She asked if such a wound was normal in his world , which would've brought mechanized laughter had the situation not been so serious. Indeed it was common , all too common. Malak's own jaw was shorn off by Revan's furious blade the first time Malak challenged mistress Revan. But that's what happens when you play with blades that can cut through nearly anything without any difficulties , isn't it? He answered with a short response of "answer : well , yes. But those blades cut anything , what else could end up happening?"





At this moment he finally entered the Medbay , noticing strange looking nurses shovel about around Connor's own prone form. Also there was that reprehensible Jedi-Like woman , sitting by Connor's bed. He ignored them both as he yelled for help , which came to him sooner than he thought it would. The nurses or whatever they were took Why'nn from his arms and put her on a cot near Connor's own. They asked if she needed alcohol , in a strange buzzing and clicking language very like that of the Geonosians. Attention elsewhere , forgetting to adress them in the language they used , he said "response : sure , fine , pour it on the wounds to disinfect it. Now where are the prosthetic limbs here?" , to which the strange beings motioned to a place with a workbench and various metal and circuitry.


The droid quickly set to work , unintentionally making it look like his own arms , finally completing the proper hookups and such before hurriedly walking over to where the nurses had set Why'nn. He hoped they understood what to do to hook the thing up , because he certainly didn't know enough about Medical Practices to perform any such operations. Thank all the dieties in the Galaxy I can understand these nurses , or else I think I'd have to do all this by myself. That wouldn't end well , indeed. After this thought concluded , he asked, in their own language , "<Query : would you happen to know the proper procedure for applying this arm to Why'nn?" , and when they responded yes , he shoved the arm to them and watched them get to work. He added a belated "<Threat : I must tell you , if you fail in this I'll kill the lot of you and find someone else to do this.>" Of course if they failed or worse , killed Why'nn , he would be too busy slowly killing himself or falling into depression to actually care to carry out the threat. His own behavioral core felt as if it was being pulled apart as they implanted the arm. He simply couldn't bear losing another friend without having Real Sith to fall back on.
 
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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Bridget (@BloodHasSpilled ), Sugarshe (@mewbot5408 )


What I'm doing: Feeling embarrassed


James blushed and looked down at his food.


"Oh..."


At this point James was beginning to think that he was either going a bit crazy, or under another charm spell. Why else would he be feeling an odd sense of disappointment?


"I'm sorry... I was just... A bit curious."

 

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Location: Infirmary


Who I'm With: Why'nn, HK


What I'm Doing: Coming to


Connor's eyes opened slowly and he began to look around the room. For the third time that day he had found himself in the infirmary. He had to wonder to himself if this was a common occurrence for first years at this school. As he continued to look around, he saw HK standing near one of the beds and shoving what looked to be a cybernetic arm at a nurse. He opened his mouth to say something but the words would not come. In fact, it actually kind of hurt when he tried talking. He moved a hand up to his neck and rubbed it, as if that would help him be able to speak. It was right about then that what he'd seen with HK sank in. The arm was for Why'nn. Connor sat bolt upright, ignoring the throbbing in his head, and scanned the room looking for Why'nn. He saw her laying in a bed near him so he stood up and rushed over to her, shoving a nurse aside. Thankfully it wasn't the nurse working on Why'nn's injured side. He put a hand down on her face and caressed her cheek softly. Despite the pain in his head, he spoke to her telepathically. 'Why'nn? Talk to me...I need to know you're alive.' He said these things as gently as he could because he knew she was in a lot of pain. While he waited for her response, he turned his head so he could see HK, and barely managed to squeak out two words to him. "Thank you..." he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but still able to be heard.
 
Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Zipper


What I'm doing: Getting food


"Come on, let's go together." Valian smiled brightly, leading her toward the window and getting a bowl of stew for himself, along with bread. He smiled at the new cook and nodded his thanks. "It smells great!" As he waited for Zipper to get her food, he looked about. "We could sit with Sugarshe and some first years... or Mei... or... one of the fourth years. What's your preference, Zip?"


Location: Infirmary


Who I'm with: HK-50-01, Unconscious Connor, nurses, and unknown


What I'm doing: Passing out


Uncertain, a bit terrified, she didn't know what HK-50-01 had in mind as he handed her over to the nurses. Too weak to resist, she noticed they strapped her down anyway. Was this going to be procedure for her now? She watched the droid - her friend - construct a metallic arm that resembled his own. She was nervous, didn't want it. She wanted her own flesh and blood. Without a shadow of a doubt, she knew there were magics from her own world that would allow the regrowth of limbs. She'd watched Mistress Zaltya perform it on soldiers. Why did she have to have this metal thing in place of her real arm? It looked intimidating.


The nurses seemed to debate over the arm HK-50-01 had provided and another, very similar but much more streamlined. Eventually, the nurses seemed to decide that the HK unit's offering was good construction and approached the girl. She would've struggled if she could've. Unable to do anything against the nurses, however, she let out a scream of pain as the arm made contact with her flesh and the nurses began to attach it. While she had been barely conscious, eyes nearly shut, this had her trying to bolt upwards, trying to struggle. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears poured from them. Her breathing quickened, even as she felt the nurse on her right be knocked out of the way and felt someone, someone who smelled and felt familiar, touch her face. His voice cut into her mind.


Her thoughts were not cohesive. In the tempest of pain, she could not form a response. Why'nn wanted the sweet embrace of unconsciousness but could not find it. Her pain grew, her body took the punishment. She felt every connection, every new neural pathway. The surgery took several minutes and when the nurses stepped away, the arm was attached. She could feel it. It felt like her own flesh and blood - but different. The pain still seared through her.


Slowly, her energy began to return to her, thanks to the efforts of the nurses. Her breaths slowed, shaky. Her eyes slowly opened and set upon Connor, then HK-50-01. Though her panic had quelled during the aftermath of the operation, attempting to use the new arm was beginning to bring it back. Though the new pathways burned as fire in her mind, she could not move it. 'What...is this...? What happened to me?'


But, looking from the new arm to HK-50-01, she recognized the design. "You gave this to me," she murmured. "Friend... you honor me with your gift." Still, being unable to move the new appendage brought tears to her eyes.
 
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