Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Location: Courtyard


Who I'm With: Why'nn, New girl


What I'm Doing: attempting to try something new


Connor's eyes widened as he watched her tear into her shoulder with her cybernetic hand. He rushed over to her and knelt beside her while she was on the ground. He tried thinking of any way he could calm her down. For a moment, he considered calling the headmistress out here to order Why'nn to stop panicking. He shook his head at that idea, remembering what happened the last time he summoned her. For a moment, he felt helpless. He felt like he was going to lose her to some insanity and never be able to get her back. That was when an idea came to him. The reason people feared telepaths in his world was because they possessed the power to control people's actions. He wondered if he could do something similar. He wouldn't control her mind, just try to ease down her worry, then get her back to the infirmary. He wasn't sure he could do it, but she was in a weaker mindset at the moment, so it would be hard for her to resist his influence. With a deep breath, he placed his hand on her head, and concentrated. Moved into parts of her mind that would trigger a calm. He projected images of their first kiss only mere hours ago. Images of the first time they met here in this very courtyard. He projected an image of Delrick, knowing that she always took comfort in his presence. 'Be calm, Why'nn. Allow me to help you...Allow me to bring you back from the brink. I'm here for you.' He projected an image of a field that they were both standing in. In it, Connor held out his hand to her, a calm and soothing smile on his face. 'Trust me Why'nn. I need you to trust me. You're stronger than this. I know you are. There is nothing unclean about you. You are perfect to me and I love you.'
 
Location: Courtyard


Who I'm with: Connor, Reagan


What I'm doing: Calming down


His hand was on her head before she knew it and images, images of them, images of Sensei... was this his doing or hers? The line was blurred and she couldn't tell, but her panic ebbed. Slowly, she lifted her gaze until she met his. 'Connor...' Her vision blurry, her energy seeping out of her, she suddenly realized this was not the person she wanted to be. This weak thing, this delicate flower who broke so easily... No, Connor was right. She was stronger than this. 'I trust you... And I love you.' Consciously she had never admitted that to anyone. 'A day of firsts...' The girl was weakened once more by her blood loss, but she didn't try to stand or move further than looking him in the eye. 'I can trust you. You won't hurt me. You're not like them. You don't want to see me broken. You have a pure soul.'
 
Location: Courtyard


With: Why'nn, Connor


Doing: a small case of having a major freak out


Reagan saw what Why'nn was doing and stood still for a second, then blinked backwards about 10 feet in panic. If anything, she was worried that very nice cybernetic arm would try to tear into her. As Connor did his mind thing, Reagan chimed in. "Um... anything I can do to help?" 'This is at least a little bit my fault, I should try and help.' Reagan slowly approached them, trying not to do any more harm.
 
Location: Courtyard


Who I'm With: Why'nn, Reagan


What I'm Doing: Talking


Connor could feel that she was once again worn out. He knew he had to get her back to the infirmary. He looked back to Reagan as she watched. "No. It's alright. I appreciate your offer though. If you're new, you might want to head up to the fourth floor and check in with the headmistress. She usually knows when new people arrive, but she must be busy with something else." As Connor finished speaking, he gave Reagan a nod of thanks, then turned back to Why'nn. 'I do what I can for those I care about. Those I care about equal out to one person right now. That's you. All the people from my universe began hating me once I got my powers.' Connor pulled her cybernetic arm gently around his neck, placed an arm across her back, the other under her legs, and picked her up in his arms. He thought about what she said about him having a pure soul, but he wasn't sure he believed that. He had wished he could go back and hurt those who hurt him, but he would keep that to himself for now. He needed her to be calm. 'I will never let anyone try to break you. I swear to you that I'll do my best to keep you safe and help you to be the strong girl I know you can be.'
 
Location: Cafeteria / Hallway


Who I'm with: Valian and Zipper


What I'm doing: Hurrying to class


Shaking his head, still a bit out of it after witnessing the fight earlier. He hadn't paid attention to anything else what had gone on since he reported what he observed to Valian. He hadn't even noticed he'd gotten food and eaten most of it. Unless he'd been sitting in front of someone else's tray.


The otter blinked several times and quickly followed his friend out of the cafeteria.


He was watching the stone knights when Sans attacked Valian. He cursed to himself but smiled when Zipper asked if she could cut him in half. "Aye, 's needs ta be cut down ta size." He chuckled at his bad pun, he could see her having that kinda humor, but quickly moved to the arena, trying to make it into a race. "Common den!" He sprinted ahead of his Valian and Zipper, gaining ground towards the arena.
 
Where: james' dorm room


With: james


Doing: talking


sugarshe's ears flattened as she felt a little warm in the face from him simply touching her ear and him speaking. he said she looked cuter as a wolf. that was a first even for sugarshe oddly enough. she found herself enjoying the warmth of his kisses and the simple way he held onto her without a problem. usually guys would shy away in fear at the sight of this form or dread the idea she might kill them in they screwed up in the slightest. sugarshe listened to his soft,sweet voice as he spoke of his great grandparents she tilting her head gently when she was kissed she kissing back as her other hand cupped his cheek. "I don't think it's garbage, it actually sounds a little bit.....romantic in a way." she whispers to james.


@TommyGun15
 
Location: hall, heading into the cafeteria


Who I'm With: no one


What I'm Doing: searching


'This has been a stressful day for both Why'nn and myself. Why'nn only lost her arm today and had it replaced with that limb. I'm recovering from being strangled by a teacher. We've both had a crazy day. I don't know that I can get her to come see you by herself. I don't know her story, and I haven't asked. I don't want to be nosy like that. I'll talk to her though...' A voice spoke into Anais' mind as she walked out of the courtyard and back into the school. The voice gave her chills, sending shivers up her spine and tingles in her head. It was like someone was in her head. Then she realized it was Connor, the telepath, speaking to her. She quivered. She didn't really know if she was ready for that kind of thing but decided she would need to be open to everything.


As she walked inside she was delighted to smell the aroma of dinner being prepped and made throughout the hallways. Although she had ate not too long ago, she started to feel hungry again. Anais had a small figure, but maintained some curves by having the appetite of a grown man. She could eat all day if she was allowed, and she missed being home and making her famous gumbo whenever she pleased. The thought of it made her salivate a little, and she quickly shook those thoughts from her mind.


Thinking of the cafeteria, she remembered back to when Mistress Nishira said she would find plenty of students there on their free periods, so she decided to go back and peek inside to see if she could find more students to bother. She smiled happily as she did find a group of students to imtroduce herself to and quickly made her way to their table.


Stopping in front of them she grinned and quickly made her introduction. "Hello students! My name is Anais DeLuise and I am your new student counselor! I'm trying to meet all of the students and get to know them a little. I hope I'm not too much of a bother here."





(@Wolfrose)


(@Nyxianforeigner)


(@StartingOver)


 
Location: Courtyard


Who I'm with: Connor and Reagan


What I'm doing: Being carried


'I have to get stronger,' Why'nn thought as she started to lull into unconsciousness. 'Fourth time today... I can't keep doing this... I'll disappoint Sensei... cause Connor stress and worry... HK-50-01 already hurt himself for me...' It appeared she didn't realize or remember that Connor could hear all of this. 'I don't want to cause pain... didn't used to have to worry about other people... If I hurt myself before they were pleased with my dedication. This place... these people... it's different. Connor's different... Connor honestly cares about me... I don't think he'll hurt me. Sensei hasn't hurt me like my teachers did. He cares about me... HK-50-01... I want to see him repaired. He is possibly the most loyal person I have ever met. And yet all I've done is cause pain...'





Location: Hallway


Who I'm with: Zipper and Grim


What I'm doing: Getting to class


Valian laughed at the otter's comment. "We'll get 'im. But first..." Valian swept Zipper up into his arms as he had done when taking her to the cafeteria. "We have to get to class." He walked at his normal pace, a wide smile on his face. Something was different about this friendship and he couldn't put his finger on it. He simply wanted to be around Zipper. There was a feeling growing in his chest. He liked holding her, liked carrying her. He even had the thought of planting a kiss on her lips. But he didn't. A blush did rise to his cheeks, but there was much more important business to attend to.
 
Location: Entrance


With: Dust my crow


What I'm doing: Showing up for my first day


I walk up to the school entrance, slightly excited at the thought of finally finding a way. I walked to the entrance and got my schedule. They told me to meet the head mistress and I'm a bit intimidated. I knock on the door to her office.


@folclor
 
Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Students as they file in


What I'm doing: Drinking coffee and preparing for class


Once he saw Why'nn and Connor depart the infirmary after their mental conversation, the monk finally took one of the drinks the nurses kept offering. He blinked and felt the warmth spread through his chest, nodding to one of them and placing the drink on a bedside. "Thank you."


Hearing the headmistress make her announcement, knowing that the statues would begin moving through the halls, ensuring/forcing students to their classes, the monk opted for not transit the hallways and instead focused his ki and took an abundant step to the arena to await his students. "Perhaps the fighting that goes on here will be productive." The sensei found his coffee pot and refilled his cup, sipping it as he waited.


In the quiet that was the shifting of classes, Delrick could feel the upheaval of emotions coming from his apprentice, it almost caused his stomach to churn with rush of emotions. The fear, horror, the slowly rising calm, the sudden hot red rush of pain, the dull cool fog of unconsciousness edging towards her mind. 'This girl is a magnet for trouble.' His brow furrowed as he took a long drink of coffee. 'When she arrives for class I'll speak with her.'
 
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Location: Courtyard/Headmistress' Office


With: No one at the moment/Headmistress


Doing: an awful lot of walking


Reagan started to walk away, towards the fourth floor. "Alright. Um, see ya." Reagan blinked forward a bit and walked into the hallways, looking for stairs. 'Fantastic. Just fantastic. Now I know what the Rakdos like to see. And the Kolghan clan.' Reagan shuddered as she found the stairs and started climbing up. And then she started sparking in irritation. 'Why did that even happen?! She was freaking out and yeah, I got a little to close. UGH!' One of the sparks left a scorch mark on the ground. Reagan started to calm herself down, sparks dissipating. 'OK Reagan, keep it level. Just see the headmistress and figure out what's going on. Maybe hide as a student for a few days then bounce out of here.' Reagan started walking down the floor hallway, spotting the headmistress' office and knocking on the door. "Uh, hello?" 'Why does it smell like Innistrad over here?'
 
Location: cafetria


Who I'm with : Haruka , Teacher lady


What I'm doing: confused.


Violet cocked her head to the side when Anais introduced herself. "You seem to be human, that's odd for this place." Violet looked the women up and down. She put her hands on her hips not trusting the women. "I'm Vi."


@AnaisDeLuise
 
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where: hallway


with: valian and grim


doing: thinking


zipper was walking infront of them to class after having put away her scissors seemingly in a good mood now. she giggled a little at grim's comment and heard valian laugh too. the next moment when valian had picked her up she squeaked a little bit surprised looking up at him with a blush on her snow pale cheeks. Zipper was staring up a him with her aqua eyes and a somwhat nervous look. She wasn't used to this treatment but it wasn't bad. She liked being with valian,she liked his touch. She enjoyed just simply talking to him even for a few minutes. Zipper this time didn't complain nor did she say anything as she noticed the blush on his face.


@folclor
 
Location: My office


Who I'm with: Two students


What I'm doing: My job


Nishira cringed at both children knocking upon her door. 'I really need to turn over administrative duties to Delrick. I'll never get any work done at this rate!' Still, she snapped and the doors opened, waved her hand to send chairs out to seat the children and swoop them in before her desk. Her expression was not jovial, but she didn't show her anger just yet. "The two of you are very, very late." She slid folders across to them that contained their schedules, dorm assignments, and certain information about the school. "Here is your information. I know who you are. Yes, you're supposed to be here, no you can't planeswalk out of here. Away with you." She wanted to get back to her work so she watched them intently, waiting for them to leave.


Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Grim, Zipper, the sensei, the rest of the third year students (who are supposed to be here or in ranged weapons training)


What I'm doing: Preparing for class


Valian set Zipper down and smiled until his gaze fell on the sensei. Clearing his throat, the boy lost his smile and went to pick a sword from the wall. These new feelings could wait. He had to focus right now, focus on his training. If he ever wanted to go home, this was probably the most important class he could have. It was likely that he'd be able to go home... and if he could there would be many people waiting to kill him.
 
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Location: Firing Range


Company: Lazarus (@BuzzledBeezlebub ), any other students


Activity: Dealing with a drunkard


The blue-haired girl wasn't very pleased to have this fool as her firearms teacher. He was intoxicated, seemingly blinded to practicality as it appeared as though he was firing a gun into the ceiling downstairs, and perhaps the worst quality of all, he didn't move properly on his feet. As Mei cringed looking at him, she talked to the other students and attempted to instruct them. "So... What our teacher just did is summon some mercenaries -- Holographic ones, of course, in the firing range. At least that's what my retina is sending to my brain."


Eyeing the people taking their place at the range's stations, she smiled. "So... According to the master schedule, today, you'll be training with pistols. I want you, on the teacher's behalf, to go to the weapons printer, and when prompted, type Colt 1911. Once you get your pistol, either me or the teacher - Whoever gets their sanity straight first, will walk you through those damn steps so you don't shoot an eye out."


Location: Counselor's Office -> Bridget's/Grim's Dorm


Company: Alone


Activity: Cutting


Spinning his metallic yo-yos around his hands as he waited impatiently in a seat, he looked around at many miserable-appearing colors and paintings on the walls. Bridget's mouth turned into a frown, his veil was tucked into his dress, and he simply waited. He looked down at his dirtied gloved hands, presumably becoming brown with muck as Sans dragged him. He also noted how his waist cuff got scratched up during the process, and the ruffle in the bandeau at the top of his habit -- It saddened him; it made him come to a thought that he was troublesome.


Putting the yo-yos in compartments under his dress, he finally made the decision that he was going to go and hurt himself in his dorm on the second floor. He was just a thorn in the side of the globe and he needed to be disciplined. Dashing out of the counselor's office, Sans noticed him and tried summoning a Gaster Blaster to fire a beam at him, but the effeminate male was hasty enough to avoid it. Instead, the school's stairway took the impact, causing a hefty amount of damage. "huh... it never did that much to organisms."


The young male found his dorm room, Room 23, on the second floor, and immediately dashed into it after creaking the door open. He locked the door. Looking around at all the decorations that have been put around the room by him earlier this morning, including photoshoots with EventHubs, a popular game website, among other photos and posters. He noticed out-of-place trinkets probably hung up by his roomie, but that didn't matter. The door was locked, i.e. he was all alone.


Withdrawing a yo-yo and pressing a button on its side activated a mechanism that was recently installed, the ability to utilize built-in razor blades. By memory, there were about eight buttons on the weaponized toy, meaning there were eight blades, none of them damaged or stained. Putting the blade softly against his forearm's flesh, he felt everything inside of him that was new to him... From other universes. His Skill... His Will... His control of Ki/Chakra... His DETERMINATION... His Desire... All these things felt as if they were a mystical feeling surging in his bloodstream.


He dragged the blade along his flesh. It slowly but surely made a cut along his forearm, causing seemingly a gallon of his strawberry juice rose blood to begin oozing out at a quick pace. He started to laugh happily but it sounded evil and possessed, and actually much more masculine than his voice has ever been before. However, as he cut more and caused plentiful small wounds, his voice turned feminine as he started crying in immense pain. He could dish out pain, he was a bounty hunter, but he sure as hell couldn't take it well.
 
Location: Headmistress' Office/Hallway


With: Headmistress and some other student


Currently: Getting ready to disprove the Headmistress


Reagan let out a chuckle. "Yeah, sure. 'You can't planeswalk out of here.' Watch me." Reagan tried accessing her spark, only to find that planeswalking didn't happen. She tried again, still nothing. "What." 'Not possible not possible this should not be possible.' Reagan turned around, blinked out of the office and started sparking again. 'Come on, Reagan. Keep it level. Keep it level. You need to wait after planeswalking again. Just try again in a few days. You can still feel your spark, she didn't take it. Just try again later.' The sparking subsided again as Reagan descended to the third floor, calming herself for the moment.
 
Location: Head mistresses office


With: Dust, headmistress and some random guy


Doing: Mischief


I walk out but before I get out I turn around and pull out a gun. I point it at the headmistress, I fire and instead of a bullet firing at you it backfires and blows my brains all over the wall along with bits and pieces of my mask. "Son of a fuck titty!!!" I look at the head master and walk out slowly like she's a t-Rex from a movie.
 
Time: 5PM


All students have been excused from further classes today, save for the last class of the day for first year bound students





Location: Entry Hall/Cafeteria


Who I'm with: No one/The chef (@TommyGun15)


What I'm doing: Thinking


Why'nn stepped out of the library. The rest of the day had, thankfully, been uneventful. Sensei had let her rest in his study during the small arms course. But it seemed the hand-to-hand combat course would be skipped today as well. This was a little disappointing as she had hoped to understand a bit about unarmed combat. She would ask Sensei when she met him after the assassination class. The headmistress had allowed her a change in uniform. Though she was required to wear the skirt, a white shirt, and a black vest, she was allowed a long black jacket and gloves, that she might cover the new arm. Dressed thusly, she had not seen any of her friends.


Her right arm was healed, leaving no scarring, but the nurses had put a sort of enchantment on her, something that prevented her from causing herself further harm. A translator told her the enchantment would be removed in a month's time as long as she did not attempt to harm herself in that period. Why'nn wasn't sure what to make of that, but she hadn't had another outburst the rest of the day, even if she had taken an instant dislike to the Dark Arts teacher. As she moved toward the cafeteria, the smell of food drawing her as she remembered the bread she'd hidden in her bag, she wondered how Connor was doing... and HK-50-01.


Having not met the chef yet, she was surprised to see an undead behind the window, and instantly at ease. Here was a place she felt safe and the smallest of smiles reached her lips as she approached him. "Hello," she greeted, bowing slightly.


Location: First floor hallway


Who I'm with: Other students


What I'm doing: Heading for supper


Valian let out a sigh of relief. Hand to hand combat was always a harsh one. He might've had some expertise in it, but it was still difficult when paired up against the sensei. He hadn't been able to sit down and talk to Zipper again since lunch so he was hoping she'd want to sit with him at supper. After all, he kind of felt like they had some sort of friendly connection. The idea of further friends was exciting to him. And he still thought her kind of cute. He grinned, thinking to himself how nice it'd be to hug her.
 
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Location: Dorms/ Classes


Who I'm with: Sugarshe (@mewbot5408 )/ Other Students


What I'm doing: Enjoying her company/ Learning


Until James's next class, he spent his time enjoying Sugarshe's company, stroking her fur, feeling her warmth, and taking in her scent. He loved the soft feel of her fur, especially around her ears, which he rubbed almost constantly. He kissed her often, and with great affection, loving the feeling of closeness he felt together with her like this. However, James did not take his affections anywhere more intimate than simple cuddling, kissing, and maybe an occasional soft, playful bite on her neck. This was James's first relationship, and he didn't want to rush. He was also secretly afraid that Sugarshe would think less of him if he moved too fast. He wanted to let her know that he thought of her as more than simply a sex object. He wanted her to know that he cared about how she felt, and let her dictate the speed that their relationship progressed. When it came time for his next class to start, he held her close, gave her a long, gentle kiss, and whispered in her ear.


"Sugar, I've made several decisions today that I'm afraid I may end up regretting." James cupped her face in his hands and kissed her one more time. "But, I'm glad I made this decision."


James nuzzled her cheek, then stood and put on his shirt. Grabbing his things, he smiled at Sugarshe one last time before leaving to go to class.


His standard classes after that were... interesting. In Weapons training, James got splattered over the walls and floor so many times it was almost reminiscent of an old Loony Toons short in ultra-violence. Still, by the end of the day he learned how to go more than 30 seconds in a sword fight without getting skewered. The Dark Arts went alright, though most of the spells James tried to cast usually only resulted in the target bursting into flames. The teacher seemed oddly pleased with this, but James informed him that he had prior commitments to Miss Imalia. James didn't really know what to make of Botany. He remembered the teacher having them look at different plants, his being some sort of pod, barely the size of a lemon. He poked it with his pencil, and the pod opened up. Then... he remembers waking up at the end of class covered in some sort of fine white powder, his plant's ashes smoldering in the pot. The teacher seemed amused when she saw the powder covering his clothes, less so when she saw the state of the plant. James really had to work on the whole "setting things on fire" problem.


After brushing himself off, James found himself outside his last class of the day. Well, not counting his lesson with Nishira. But that would come later. He couldn't deny, he was nervous to enter the Sith's class. Thankfully, he'd saved the vial of courage Imalia had given him. He had a feeling he'd need it for this class.


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Location: The Kitchen


Who I'm with: A student (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Saying hello


Sieghart turned to look at the young girl speaking to him. He smiled and waved.


"You must be Why'nn. I've got you down on the "Special Diets" list. You my dear, are one of the only people in this school who can eat my Estus Soup. I'm glad there are a few undead here to cook for. I feared my best recipes would go to waste. I have you to partially thank for the fact that I can still cook some of my best dishes. Thank you."



 

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Location: cafeteria / kitchen


Who I'm With: Vi (@StartingOver)


What I'm Doing: talking / checking on Why'nn (@folclor) & Sieghart (@TommyGun15)


Anais nodded, smiling warmly at Vi. She agreed that it was weird that she was the only human here but this isn't exactly your regular run-of-the-mill high school. Here, Anais was the odd man out. At least while she was in her normal state of mind. "Well, you're right about that Vi. It is odd but I'm here to help you'all whenever you're feeling like you need someone to talk to. If you're ever in need, please come visit my office. I'd be more than happy to take care of whatever you need." Anais gave her a reassuring grin, hoping that Vi took her offer seriously.


After a moment with the student, Anais could see from behind Vi that a familiar face had entered the cafeteria. She noticed the girl's face first, whom she thought was very beautiful. Then she noticed her nervous mannerisms as she entered the room and immediately remembered who she was. Why'nn.. Anais wondered what she was doing here until she went to the kitchen and was greeted by none other than Sieghart.


Anais figured that now would be a good time to see if Why'nn was doing any better than when she was in the courtyard. She worried for her tremendously. She turned back to Vi and said her goodbyes before leaving. "Excuse me, Vi, but I need to go check on a student. Remember what I said about visiting my office alright?" She bowed slightly before making her way over to the kitchen door.


Anaks knocked gently on the door, careful not to startle Why'nn. "Hello? Mr. Sieghart? It's Ms. DeLuise. Could I come in?"
 
Location: Second Floor Hallway


Company: Alone


Activity: Crying for help


With a sour strength buried deep within his diaphragm, the effeminate male (who had lost much of his blood whilst cutting himself) had finally opened the door out to the hall, a mop-esque trail of blood following him. Bridget's left forearm and elbow were shrouded in cuts that, albeit they seemed temporary and would most likely heal, had caused much of his blood loss and pure horror. Shock. However, there was the fire inside of him that allowed him to somehow cling onto life and his soul. He didn't commit suicide, though he did think he was involuntarily to do so.


Rivers of tears were rushing down his face, as his voiced was nowhere to be found at the current moment. Looking around at his environment and seeing nobody in sight, the boy cried out almost like a howl in pain, desiring help. He needed this, otherwise, he'd bleed out. The effeminate male, after crying out, started to repeat over and over in a mentally scarred voice "Someone please help me..."


Location: Mei's/Why'nn's Dorm (Third Floor)


Company: Alone


Activity: Kickin' the shit, baby~.


Mei was simply relaxing, forgetting about all worries and simply kicking her legs back, wearing only One Punch Man pajamas (she just loved that anime when she was in middle school) and tossing some darts at a stacked pyramid of Hyper-Holiday Eggnog Soda. The sharp-eyed female watched and smiled as she hit many of the cans, watching the cola pour out of the 'wounds'. The only thing that could possibly ruin her moment is Lazarus busting in and taking back printed guns.


While she was at Ranged Weapons Training, she realized that she could simply print and swipe any gun she desired for free! She ended up taking two grenade canisters of a deadly 'A-9 Tangerine' nerve gas, which caused breathing restriction and swelling of the central nervous system. She also took a M&P R8 revolver as a more proficient sidearm, along with a submachine gun (Team Fortress 2) that reminded her of something out of a Bugs Bunny cartoon. And a bow with arrows with a high draw-weight for more power.


"Nothin' better than relaxing!"
 
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Location: Kitchen


Who I'm with: Why'nn (@folclor ), Anais (@AnaisDeLuise )


What I'm doing: Opening the door


Sieghart heard Anais knock at the door and speak. He walked over to it and opened the door, smiling when he saw her.


"Anais, great to see you again. Have you met Why'nn?"


Sieghart walked over to the window to speak to Why'nn, leading Anais into view of Why'nn


"My dear, this is Anais. She is the new student guidance counselor. If you're feeling down, or if there is a problem, she is the one to talk to. She's definitely the trustworthy type... believe men, when you run a business like the one I'd had for as long as had, you get a feel for these sort of things."

 

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Location: Second Floor Hallway


With: WOW that's a lot of blood.


Doing: Helping


Reagan's day was... boring, to say the least. With her taking all of two classes that day, she was wandering the campus, trying to familiarize herself with the school. She popped up in botany and Dark Arts, but to her they were really boring. Only Dark Arts held her attention for any modicum of time. She really did not need to know anything about plants to build things or control her mana. She just zoned out and scratched a few notes to look like she paid attention. She was walking around in the second floor's hallway as she saw a trail of red. 'That... is a lot of blood.' Reagan took a moment to think. "Oh I'm not going to like this..." As she followed the blood trail, coming up on a student who was bleeding heavily. Reagan rush to their side, drew a dagger and cut off the left sleeve of her overcoat, wrapping it around the student's arm. "It's OK, I'm gonna help." 'Or at least try to. Infirmary is...first floor.' Reagan hung the student's good arm over her shoulder and stood up, carrying them. "I'm going to get you to the Infirmary, OK?" 'I've seen bad experiments that didn't have this much blood.' Reagan walked towards the infirmary, carrying the student.


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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: The chef and A-Anais...


What I'm doing: Trying to keep calm


"We have met," Why'nn whispered, backing away from the counselor slowly. 'She's going to touch me again...' The thought, in itself, could be misconstrued, but she knew what she meant. And this time she couldn't rip off the unclean flesh. The woman seemed to like touching and Why'nn wanted to leave. Though she was hungry and she felt more comfortable with the chef than almost any other adult in this school (except, of course, Sensei), she would clear out immediately if the woman approached her. To keep from being boxed in, she positioned herself closer to the door and half turned, ready to run if need be.
 
Location: Cafetria


Who I'm with: A host of people.


What I'm doing: Narrowing my eyes.


Vi raised a eyebrow. "I don't need anything from anybody who works here." She watched the women go and spied who she saw. "Why'nn." Vi said. Her demeaner changed. She didn't seem so rough and tough anymore, in fact she seemed meek now. She followed Anais and peeked from behind her. Would Why'nn be mean to her? Violet had went head to head with the headmistress to try and prevent harm coming from the girl and all she got out of it was a firm "leave" it hurt Vi.
 
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