Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Location: Master's chambers


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


What I'm doing: Talking


Why'nn sighed, not wanting to move as she was comfortable. But she did want to try new things, so she sat up again and leaned forward, taking the offered glass and sniffing its contents. Fruit, some sweetness, but an overarching scent of alcohol. The girl took a deep breath, then sipped the liquid. It tasted different. There was a sweet taste, and something that reminded her of a fruit she was allowed once. The alcohol was strange, kind of bitter, but she liked it and took another sip. "You are strong... Your words are firm. You do not blame me for what I cannot control, but expect the best out of me. When I was in trouble and you knew it, you came to help instead of watching to see what would happen. You hugged me but did not try to steal my energy. You are letting me try new things and are not keeping me in a cell..." Why'nn looked down at the glass in her hands. "When I was allowed to read in the libraries... Stories with fathers always had them as protectors and teachers. But mine just wanted to tear me apart and watch what happened. He did not step in when Ll- my sister was hurting me like that teacher was hurting me. He watched. But you stepped in." Her voice quieted as she ended the thought, and she took another drink. There wasn't much left, but she liked the taste and the warmth that spread through her when she drank it.
 
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Location: Infirmary


Who I'm With: Acantha, Nurses


What I'm Doing: Talking


Connor listened to what the creatures had to say, his temper waning as he watched the woman have her meltdown. As he looked on her, he couldn't help but feel now that he knew how Why'nn felt when she saw him want to die. He understood now. It was a very sad and pitiful sight. With all of the events weighing down on him, he spoke his mind, being completely truthful. "I'm not unsympathetic in this, but you've made me understand Why'nn's reaction to me wanting to die for her. I can't lie to you and tell you that I'll tough it out with you. The truth is that, especially now, I don't know that I can accept you as my Mistress. I understand what you're feeling right now. It makes perfect sense, as I have gone through it. I had a girlfriend back in my universe. She turned against me when she found out I had these powers. Why'nn has done nothing but accept me and I have a good feeling that she and I will be able to work things out." He bowed a deep bow to her, to show her respect, then rose and looked at her once again. "You, I don't think, will be able to give me the proper training I know I need. However, ultimately it's not up to me. It's up to the Headmistress. I know this is going to do nothing but anger you, but I can't lie anymore. I won't. I'm so sorry that you're going through this, but I can't help you regain what you lost." With one last long, low bow, Connor turned, and left the infirmary, not even caring if the nurses had finished what they started with him. He considered going right to the headmistress's office, but he knew also that it was getting late and he didn't want to piss her off. Instead, he walked down the corridor to the dorms, entered it, and collapsed in his bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
 
Location: Infirmary, then Kaiserin


Who: Lundes, Underworld Spirits


What: Upset my little ruse didn't work


As she sensed Connor leaving, She quickly jumped from the bed, and quickly transporting herself back to her personal laboratory below the greenhouse, Kaiserin. She certainly wasn't going to give up her quest to grant others immortality without underworld contract, or the development of a saint solider. Never. This is what drove her crazy. Or so people thought.


"What a lovely show you put on Madame. I also believed it." Arlight said in the passing, while Zeni began to eagerly tug at the black hollycock and velvet petunia. "Aye, you know how hard it was to feign all that? I had to be so focused, since that boy could feel what was in my head..." Acantha sat down in her large, salvaged chair. It seemed it use to be a teachers, but was discarded down here until she decided to make it her throne.


"Gosh, did you really have to cry that much? You killed all of the nicer plants." Zeni said nonchalantly, while they started to paw and claw off the dead plants that were coming from her mistresses' arms and legs. "Yeah, well, we win some, we loose some. I refuse to have that boy with another mortal if I'm going to get to him. As in, he can't. at all. Even if Why'nn was immortal, I'll terminate her and face the sweet embrace of an actual death." "Now, now, don't be rash..." "I know, I know, just musings, is all. I don't intend to kill anyone here actually. That little plan that Nishara wanted me to do? I have a feeling unless she does something to change his mind...he'll leave me. And that's fine. I just will ban him from any usage of plants on this campus. Period. Even the salad will be revolted in his presence.


Also, he thinks he's going to help me "regain what I lost?" Bullshit. Nobody can help me, I know. I just tried to make him see he's setting himself up for failure. It'll be fun now, but maybe not thousands of years later. Oh well, he decided to not listen to the wise old hag."


Both the Lundes rolled their eyes and laughed at their madame's chatter, as she did this when she was in thought of other things, which seemed to be the case. She was mechanically moving around, grabbing vials and lighting flasks and starting to get back on her main track; poisons and potions as to further creation of amplification, and to create the perfect solider.
 
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Location: My chambers


Who I'm with: Why'nn & the prototype


What I'm doing: Being honoured


Delrick sipped his wine as he listened to Why'nn explain why she thought he'd be better then her own father. "I see." He nodded his head holding his glass. 'You're file didn't include such detailed information.'


Once she was finished speaking, the man took a drink of his wine. Looking to her he stood and held his glass out to her, almost in a toasting fashion. "I would be honoured to be your new father. I swear I will do everything I can to make you stronger and protect you when I can, but I will hold you to high standards." He motioned for her to join him. "Even though we are bound as Master and Apprentice, I shall treat you as if you were my own." Once she was near to him, the monk bowed towards her. "Thank you, " Still bowed he looked to her. "Daughter." He spoke softly, almost as if he did not want anyone else to hear him. In fact if Why'nn wasn't very near him, even she would not have heard him speaking.
 
Location: Master's chambers


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


What I'm doing: Feeling happy


As he motioned for her to join him, Why'nn set the glass down on the table and slipped out of the blanket, even though it was comfortable. His words were sweet to her and she approached. His bow caught her off guard but his words caused warmth to spread through her. Master just called her 'daughter.' Why'nn stood for several minutes, trying to blink back the tears that did not come from a place of sadness. Finally, she shot forward and hugged him tightly, though she was very careful with the cybernetic arm, just barely touching him with it. She was scared, did not want to hurt him. "Father," she whispered, this time feeling no negative connotations when she spoke the word. This time Father would make her strong, he would protect her. Why'nn already began replacing the thoughts of the floating abomination. He had called her daughter, too. But now she would only think of him as the abomination.
 
Location: Kaiserin, then Headmistress's office


Who: Lundes, Nishira


What: Surrendering the boy, the Lundes are hexing for a good time, feeling rather...different.


Acantha looked over nonchalantly when she noticed some acidic plant extract fall onto her arm, promptly burning her flesh through and exposing the bone. She sighed, and bandaged it with the help of the Lundes, knowing its heal in about four or five hours, in time for her class. Oh yeah, she was a teacher here. She'd have to teach. Connor will be in the class. That's fine.


The Lundes already had a small plan to make Connor realize the true extent Aca's power had in comparison to his, and maybe he shouldn't think other so shallowly as a fool who happened to like flowers. She could be considered a goddess of the earth dammit. They decided to jointly convey to most photosynthetic life that Connor had disrespected her, and broke from her teaching.


Almost all plants on the campus had greatly warmed to her, as Aca had communicated with their sentience at some point or another. Not only could he soon realize he couldn't consume anything plant based, but nothing would go his way in the garden. Zeni even suggested making the paper affected, and Acantha laughed at her attention to detail.


She'd allow him parchment, but that'd be near it. Even the cotton of his robes would start to irritate him, but gradually. Slowly.


Acantha picked up her quill, and with a flourish, wrote a quick letter, detailing Connors lack of manner, and inability to work with her, as well as his personal. Stubborn weakness which he seemed to hold higher than his potential. She also detailed she had tried to coax it it of him, but to no avail. And of her pupil wasn't willing to listen to her, and heed her advice, they weren't deserving of her. She signed her name with a flourish, and decided to deliver it herself.


However, to go out, she needed to probably look a little better, and resolve herself from her little tantrum earlier. She started to scrape off most of the plants, she feeling some power dissapating, but the roots still in her, so majority still held. It's keep itself at least for the next few days, until she started to bloom again.


Once all her skin was leveled, she started to cover all her scarring with some simple superficial spells, something she really hadn't cared for unless she had to pass as normal, that wasn't very often these days.


Dealing with plants, especially for the upcoming botany class, she changed from her toga-like, light green dress into a much tighter, form fitting outfit. This consisted of pants, a jacket, gloves, and knee high boots all of which formed itself comfortably against her body, least anything get snagged. She tied a small apron on her waist, and held the letter as she headed out, the two Lundes trailing after her.


She excluded a new wave of confidence, as she tried to appear to others that she was in control, and she was aware of all; only the plants could tell of her grieving and vague sense of fear. And that was okay, she only truly trusted plants now. Because even when they die, the family lineages remembered her, and she cultivated them almost as a type of family.


She knocked on the headmistresses' door, and waited patiently, with an angry, but tired look in her eyes and a fake smile on her face.
 
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Two Months Later


Friday


8:35 AM





Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: No one yet


What I'm doing: Thinking


Two months. Two surprisingly short months had passed and today there were no classes. Initially, Why'nn had assumed it was some sort of holy day, but she was quickly corrected by Father. This was the build up to the tournament to play out on Monday. The sign ups had gone on all week and Why'nn knew she had to participate, though it was Mistress Manara who had signed her up instead of Father. Why'nn had found herself liking Mistress Manara quite a lot and the impact it had on her personality and sense of style was a bit obvious.


She had made up with Connor and experienced a plethora of new pleasures with him. Though she had initially been allowed to go into his dorm room, she now found herself barred and she didn't entirely know why. HK-50-01 remained her near-constant companion, something she enjoyed thoroughly, and she had forged friendships with James, Brutus, Violet, and Reagan. Though HK-50-01 had pushed her to befriend Flal and Zipper, Why'nn had not found herself connecting quite well enough with them.


Out of respect for Sieghart (a man she had come to think of as an uncle of sorts) she kept her scythe tucked away in her bag of holding. She had asked him for muffins this morning, and he had obliged. A plate of three sat before her, fluffy and steaming, and a glass of milk sat beside it. Still, she had not started eating yet because she had more, yet, to think on.
 
Location: Kaiserin


Who: Lundes, The Greenhouse Birds


What: Tending to the plants


The small quails and doves that kept Acantha company sang pridefully among to plants, while Aca busied herself with tending to not only her own plants, but the student's projects as well.


She'd been offering extra help to those...ah...struggling students. A few kids had been having some problems with the plants, but that is no matter, correct? She was a teacher, and it was her job to teach.


She had been starting to get a little more familiar with the teachers, and had throughly established herself as the "kinda weird but not hurting anybody" teacher, as well as the one that always seemed to get stuff done in her way.


She started to wear her teaching uniform now, and she'd have to say, she'd gotten a lot more popular with some of the male students. She always wore tighter clothing, purely out of safety reasons, as some plants liked to snap or grab. Whatever man, as long as she got her stuff done, she could care less about their thoughts.


She sent the Lundes to go grab her some food for her and the birds, and they took off, laughing and flying around jovially as they went to go grab it
 
Position : third floor workshop , then Cafeteria


Companions : inactive TF droids , then Why'nn


Engaging in : a little bit of reflection


The past two months had largely been wonderful for Hk-50-01. He had been granted a Workshop , on the Third Floor near the Staff Quarters. Being underground most of the second half of his life he had wanted the workshop similarly submerged , but this was overruled. It didn't particularly matter - the fact he was granted one was good enough for him. Feverishly working on a slightly broken TF-05 unit , the type designed for target and deflection practice -not dissimilar to the Remotes the Jedi used - he had even more time to think.


One of the best things that had happened was that his Torture Switch had been removed- that could no longer threaten him. Why'nn had grown closer to both himself and Connor - whom he forgave , since Connor seemed to treat him rather well. She also grew closer to his other friend , Brutus the Turian , whom he possessed a Warrior's friendship with. She didn't seem the enjoy Zipper or Flal , the latter of which he had been instructing in methods of battle- HK-50-01 saw a warrior in him as well. HK-50 didn't particularly care for other beings she grew close with - James was still a weak Traitor to the droid , Raegan seemed only to want to dissect him , and Violet was still disgustingly Jedi. However despite this dislike he remained largely neutral to them , for it wouldn't be good to show open Hostility to any of Why'nn's allies - and the fact that she enjoyed them cooled his position to them.


As for his relations with the staff , he had great respect for Delrick - whom Why'nn considered a father now. HK-50 himself wanted to have him as a father as well , always wanting love , but never asked due to his Protocol Programming warning him it could be considered very rude. All the thinking on fathers was making him think more sourly on how Glorious Darth Malak was - Malak , who had always treated him as a underperforming Slave. Why'nn also grew close to Manara , something HK-50 didn't understand. He no longer had to guard her as she slept at all times - though he did when she went to Manara's room. Indeed the droid mostly stayed in his Workshop in the PM hours - they had everything he would need , including a Charging Rack. He also had most of his Assassination Tools now - a pity them he couldn't participate in he Tournament coming up on Monday. Manara had entered Why'nn , whom he had also trained in various arts.


Thinking on the tournament and Battle in general , he slipped the fusion cutter on the TF-05's largely flat , curved shell and ruined it's CPU. Cursing , he threw down the cutter and decided to go the Cafeteria - after all this was most likely to be where Why'nn , Brutus , Zipper or Flal were likely to be. He could fiddle with the TF Droids later - it wasn't like there weren't 15 of each for the various combat classes. Briskly running down the stairs , he reached the cafeteria. Why'nn appeared to be the only one of his friends there , indeed - in the usual Sith-like garb he both enjoyed and disliked. He liked it because he wanted her to be strong , and it was an outward portent of that - but he knew where she got it from. He liked it more than disliked , of course. His head inclined softly in the direction of the Chef - he enjoyed the Chef's company as well. Sliding into a chair beside Why'nn , he waited before speaking.


This he did in the usual joyous tone he had picked up throughout the past two months. "Greeting : good morning , Why'nn! I notice you seem to be the only one of my acquaintances here.. I would've been here earlier , but one of those fiddly TF-05 units was giving me issues. I thought on the Tournament - it's lucky indeed I can't participate. Other than you and Connor , I think I could largely crush the lot of them. I trust you or he will win , though I guess there is an outside chance of others. So... How are you doing this morning? I myself have been strangely reflective over the last two months..."
 
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Location: Imalia's Office


Who I'm with: Mistress Imalia (@folclor )


What I'm doing: In trouble


Over the past two months James had changed significantly. Perhaps it was his classes, perhaps it was the influence of his Mistress, or of his new friends, or even Sugarshe, but James had started to carry himself in a different way. He stood up straighter, smiled more, and generally seemed more confident. What James didn't tell anyone was that this was mostly due to the courage spell Imalia had taught him, which he cast upon himself almost daily.


During the day, James threw himself into his studies, and he did well in most of his classes, with the exception of his hand-to-hand courses, in which he lagged behind his peers significantly. Thus, any of his spare time not already devoted to extra lessons from his Mistress, lessons with Headmistress Nishira, or alone time with Sugarshe were spent practicing his sword katas. Oddly enough, despite his struggles with hand-to-hand combat, James comparatively excelled in his assassination courses, often finding unexpected and off the wall methods of eliminating his targets. Of course, his rapidly developing skill with magic was a major factor of his success in that regard.


Speaking of magic, and perhaps this was due to who was teaching him more than any particular inclination of his own, James had developed a certain inclination towards enchantment and illusion magic. James had even at times found himself unconsciously slipping charm spells into conversations that weren't going his way, a fact which didn't disturb him as much as it should. James had also shown talent in the much darker spells that Nishira taught him, learning and adapting most of them within a few days. Indeed, thought some spells might take longer than others, James had so far been able to learn and adapt every spell either of his magic teachers had shown him, with no signs of slowing down even as they had moved on to the slightly more advanced spells.


Currently, it was the use of this magic that had landed James in his current predicament. The previous day at dinner, an older student had been harassing James and his friends. James had responded to this by magically hypnotizing the student and making them stand on a table, write "chicken strips" on their forehead, then begin performing the chicken dance whilst removing articles of their clothing. Naturally, Sieghart had enforced his rules against spell-casting in the cafeteria, and had insisted that Imalia have words with James over the proper place and time to use his magic.


Thus circumstances found James sitting in Mistress Imalia's classroom, staring at her across her desk. James switched back and forth between staring down at the desk, then back at his Mistress, his face a combination of irritation, embarrassment, and shame. He decided that the best thing to do would be to wait for his Mistress to speak first.

 

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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm With: Why'nn, HK, and the Chef (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm Doing: Talking to the chef before joining Why'nn and HK


Connor had spent the last two months making sure he tended to his work, working with Nishira on a project, and becoming the apprentice of...Manara. He had been trying to get himself used to calling her that or Mistress, and it wasn't easy. After all, she had taken Why'nn's arm from her, strangled him twice, and ran him through with a lightsaber. All in the same day. It had been a very overwhelming day. He remembered the devotion he went through vividly. In fact, he had a permanent reminder of it every day. He looked down at his cybernetic arm, covered with a glove of course, and gave a sigh. While he missed his actual arm, this one had its advantages, even if it sometimes woke him up in the night. Sometimes the dorm got cold and when he'd roll over, the cold arm would touch his skin and surprise him awake, but he was getting used to it.


Connor had managed to mend things with Why'nn, and even brought her some new pleasures in the form of chocolate and other various snacks. For a while, she had even been allowed in his dorm, but that had been stopped recently. He'd have to talk to Nishira about that at some point, as it was unexpected. Things seemed to be going very well, and Why'nn had even stopped hating Manara. It had been a very surreal two months, and he could honestly say that he was looking forward to his future here at the school. After having his time with his thoughts, Connor finished getting dressed, attached his lightsaber to his belt, and left his dorm.


Connor walked into the cafeteria and saw Why'nn sitting with HK. He gave a smile when he saw her, then noticed the chef. There was something that Connor really wanted Why'nn to try and he figured the only way to get what it was, he'd have to convince the chef to make it. He almost talked himself out of going to ask him, but he simply had to do it. Otherwise it would never happen. He walked over to the counter and looked to the man. "Excuse me? Mr. Sieghart? I was wondering if I could talk to you for a second?"
 
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Location: The Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Various students, Connor (@KalenNighteyes )


What I'm doing: Answering a question


Sieghart had spent the majority of his time over the past two months simply doing his job. He waved away a student after giving them their plate, and turned his attention to Connor.


"Of course. Feel free to ask me anything you like."

 

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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm With: Why'nn, HK, and the Chef (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm Doing: Talking to the chef before joining Why'nn and HK


Connor leaned in slightly and dropped his voice a few levels so Why'nn wouldn't hear. "I was wanting to get Why'nn to try a food that comes from my universe called pizza. I've helped her experience a few other foods, but pizza isn't something I can easily get here. It doesn't have to be today, but I was wondering if, in the near future, you could make one. I'd be willing to help you out here in return." He looked at the man, eagerness in his eyes.
 
Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: HK-50-01


What I'm doing: Talking


As soon as the droid sat down beside her, Why'nn gave him a tight hug, as she had every morning since she began sleeping outside her dorm room. "I miss being with you at night, you know. Maybe sometime this week I can sleep in your workshop?" The girl smiled, her mouth back to its usual proportions, even if she had chosen to retain some of her other, less settling features. Of course, after she broke the hug she moved so there was little space between them. "In answer to your question, I am quite well, thank you." HK-50-01 had become something of a needed friend in her life. Outside of Connor, he was really the only one she would confide everything in. And, truly, she told him things she even kept from Connor. Though his frame was hard and cold, she enjoyed being near him and snuggling up to him much more than she did hugging any other organic lifeforms. Whether this was a hold over from growing up around the undead or not, no one could tell.


"You would be able to beat us, HK-50-01. Though you have done so much to help and we have learned quite a bit from Father and Mistress, you would defeat us in combat. That is likely why you are not allowed." She smiled again and picked up one of the muffins.


Location: My classroom


Who I'm with: My apprentice


What I'm doing: Having a talk


Imalia watched James for a long time before she let out a sigh. She stood and began to pace a circle around him and her desk, her long gown dragging behind her as she walked. "James..." Another sigh as she shook her head. "What were you thinking? Don't answer that." She knew what he was thinking. "It isn't so much what you did to that boy, more the venue and the sloppy nature of the magic you performed." The teacher stopped behind him, placing her hands upon his shoulders with a firm grip. "There would have been better ways to deal with the bully, certainly... You did it in full view of Sieghart and made no attempt to hide your casting." Her hands dug into him slightly, but not even enough to leave bruises. "That has been the entire point of the last two weeks, casting without anyone recognizing it. Obviously we need to work on this much more." Again she sighed, pacing back around to her chair and sitting down once more. "Why did you think you wouldn't get caught?"
 
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Location: Mistress Imalia's Office


Who I'm with: Mistress Imalia (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Explaining


James looked up at Mistress Imalia, then back at the desk, face turning red.


"I waited until Sieghart went back into the kitchen for more food. I don't think he actually saw anything... When he came over he just looked at me and said that I was the only one at the table who would've been able to cast the spell. I suppose since I was the only magic user at the table, it was kind of obvious... That was careless of me. I'm sorry."


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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Connor (@KalenNighteyes )


What I'm doing: Answering


Sieghart's brow furrowed in thought. He was more than willing to make this pizza... There was just one problem.


"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I am not familiar with this "pizza". If you could bring me a recipe for it, I'll gladly give it a try. I will warn you though, I will need your assistance in preparing it. I cannot taste most foods, so I will require you to see if the pizza is actually any good."



 

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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm With: Why'nn, HK, and the Chef (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm Doing: Talking to the chef before joining Why'nn and HK


Connor gave the man a smile. "Of course! I don't mind helping you with it. It's actually a pretty simple recipe. I mean, as long as you can make a dough that won't rise beyond like...an inch thick. It's basically bread dough, tomato sauce, cheese and pepperoni. Then you put it in an oven for 10 minutes. As long as the crust is cooked and the cheese is melted, you've got yourself a pizza. I'll still come help you with it though. I really appreciate this!" Connor gave a glance over his shoulder a Why'nn, then looked back to Sieghart. "So, what's for breakfast?"
 
Location: My classroom


Who I'm with: My apprentice


What I'm doing: Having a talk


"Who were you sitting with? It sounds like you shall have to change up your seating arrangements so you can be seated with other casters. Also, next time maybe don't make it so outlandish that the boy wouldn't do it on his own." She was frowning, disappointed. Her apprentice should've known better, or at least been more skilled. Perhaps she would have to discipline him, though she didn't entirely want to. The main point was to make sure he would not do something so stupid again.
 
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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Connor (@KalenNighteyes )


What I'm doing: Answering


Sieghart disappeared into the kitchen for a moment to see what was there. After a few moments of looking around he returned and answered Connor's question.


"Well... the school lunch is oatmeal. That being said, I still have quite a few muffins left from the batch I made for Why'nn... If you'd like a few, I can get them. As for the pizza, just let me know when you're ready to make it."


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Location: Mistress Imalia's Office


Who I'm with: Mistress Imalia (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Answering


James thought back to who he'd been sitting with that day, as well as whom he might sit with to prevent such things from happening again.


"I was sitting with Sugarshe and her friends. So... that would've been Zipper, Valian, and Grim... along with a few others. I suppose in the future I could sit next to Connor. As a telepath, he'd probably be the most obvious culprit for any mind manipulation. He'd probably be sitting next to Why'nn, which isn't really a problem. Despite events earlier in the year, we've managed to get along. Then again... Why'nn has that killer robot following her around, and he's made it no secret that he despises me... But I suppose it could still work."



 

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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm With: Why'nn, HK, and the Chef (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm Doing: Talking to the chef before joining Why'nn and HK


Connor nodded again. "I'll come by later today and we can work on then if you aren't busy. And, honestly, a muffin sounds perfect for breakfast." He was getting anxious and wanted to get over to Why'nn and HK. He had honestly been surprised that things seemed to be going alright between himself and HK. He figured HK would hate him forever after what happened. I guess it pays to be nice and accepting of someone after all.
 
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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Connor (@KalenNighteyes )


What I'm doing: Serving food


Sieghart nodded and disappeared back into the kitchen, taking a quick moment to write down what Connor had described for this "pizza" he wanted to make. After that, Sieghart put two of the fairly large muffins on a plate and walked out to the counter again, setting it on a tray and handing it to Connor.


"Have a wonderful day. Good luck in the upcoming competition, assuming you plan on joining."

 

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Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm With: Why'nn, HK, and the Chef (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm Doing: Talking to the chef before joining Why'nn and HK


"Well, the only reason I'm entered is because my Master basically gave me no choice, but it'll be more practice with my new blade. Also, thanks again!" He gave Sieghart a final smile, then walked over to HK and Why'nn, sitting down next to the latter. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Good morning." He glanced around Why'nn, and nodded to HK. "Morning HK." Connor actually seemed almost too excited about the prospect of the pizza, but made sure to suppress that thought from Why'nn as he wanted it to be a surprise. "So...This competition. I know it's basically a tournament, but what's the point of it? I'm not sure I've seen anything much about it other than it's basically a fighting tournament."
 
Position : Cafeteria


Companions : Why'nn


Engaging in : General conversation.


HK-50-01 enjoyed the embrace , indeed the one himself and Why'nn shared most mornings. Getting back into a routine pleased him greatly , being a droid that enjoys such things. He also missed guarding her. As long as she doesn't mind that every single TF droid is also stored there , she's good. I'd have to acquire something to sleep ON , however.. I Suppose I can ask the Quartermaster for that. For whatever reason he enjoyed the fact that she kept some unnaturalness to her , perhaps having a relation to the fact that HK-50 had always enjoyed the company of 'aliens' more than straight humans. She seemed to keep only a hand's width apart from him when addressing his question of status. Of course HK-50 was glad to know she was doing 'quite well' , and that she enjoyed the Query.


HK-50-01 did notice some things Why'nn told him she never told anyone else , and Holding these Secrets not only excited him but signaled that she trusted him beyond the capacity any being ever had. She also enjoyed his embraces and indeed embraced- Cuddled , actually - and did so with frequency. Perhaps relating to something about her upbringing , perhaps that being the largest being she knew outside of Brutus the Turian - who hardly ever embraced anyone , probably finding it perverse - comforted her. Lets calculate that... 7/10 scenarios I beat Why'nn , 6/10 I beat Connor. I'll inform her of this. At the words Father he once again felt a pull to have a Father or Mother figure himself , something he doubted anyone would grant him. He was actually told he wasn't allowed because he was a Staff Member - both however could be true.


He waited to speak until after Connor did , noticing the younger Male approach. He gave Why'nn a press of lips and greeted them both in similar fashion , using HK-50-01's shorter name of HK. On the subject of what the tournament did , he realized it was one of three things : a test of combat aptitude ; a contest for early promotion ; or similar to the last idea , a way for teachers to pick out new Apprentices. The Jedi had a similar function that served the last outcome , every year in Non-war years. The last several had been War Years , but Malak had informed him of the practice and Traya- or Kreia , or Arren Kae - had said she discovered Revan in similar fashion.


After Connor finished he began speaking , just as joyous but slightly quieter. "Speculation/Reciprocation : good morning as well , Connor! Why'nn , best friend , you are always welcome in the Workshop. I'll have to procure a bed or couch or some other soft surface , and note every one of Delrick's TF droids store there. I actually miss guarding you too.. Oh yes! My scenario analyzation said out of the 10 likeliest scenarios , I beat you 7 out of 10 times , and Connor here 6 out of 10. That still leaves you will 3-4 victories! As far as being unabl to enter , I was told it was something to do with being a member of the Staff... On that subject , I have three theories on what this is for. One is a combat aptitude test of all of you. That's too simplistic in my mind. Second is that if you win you get to graduate or even become a member of the Staff like myself early. The third is similar - the Instructors use it to find worthy Apprentices. The Jedi so similar things when they aren't engaged in wars that kill 90% of their ranks in various forms. No , I never saw one. Traya and Malak told me about those... Fine. I can't not say this any longer. Would Delrick be willing to consider himself my own Progenitor? Or if not him , anyone else? I've been thinking about this for a while now.. At least a month , actually. I just want to have a progenitor that is kind , caring and loving like Delrick is... Instead of Malak , who didn't care , only wanted to make me have maximum effiency and , of course , bring pain... Right , sorry for that Connor. I just feel overly reflective and introspective today."
 
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Location: My classroom


Who I'm with: My apprentice


What I'm doing: Talking


"Join the two groups. I have faith in your abilities to do so. Just don't get caught next time or I will have to discipline you." She sighed and crossed her arms. "You're free to go. Oh, by the way, I have signed you up to the tournament. You will be fighting." Imalia smiled. "Go along, James."


Location: Cafeteria


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


What I'm doing: Talking


Why'nn grinned at Connor. "Mmm, Fa-Master said it was a test of strength for the apprentices and a possibility of binding and apprenticeship." She would've kissed Connor back, but she was too busy snuggling with HK-50-01. "As far as him... I think you should ask him, HK-50-01." The girl nuzzled the droid. "I do not need a bed. I am fine with the floor."


((Sorry it was short, head's not cooperating))
 
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Location: Mistress Imalia's Office/ Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Mistress Imalia/ Why'nn (@folclor ), Connor (@KalenNighteyes ), HK (@HK 50 09 )


What I'm doing: Leaving/ Saying hello


James stood and bowed


"Thank you Mistress. I will do my best in this tournament to make you proud."


With that James turned and left the room. He made his way through the hallways and down to the cafeteria. Seeing that no one but Why'nn, Connor, and HK were present, James got his bowl of oatmeal from Sieghart and went to sit at their bench, across from the three.


"Good morning." James said between spoonfuls of food, "So, I take it the rest of you are participating in the tournament as well?"

 

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Miss Elizabeth notc
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where: cafeteria

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with: hi,why'nn, connor


doing: checking out a interesting little robot
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Elizabeth shook her head with a smile and turns quietly leaving the room making quick but soft steps down the stairs. she headed downstairs into the lower halls once more as before she walking through with her heels tap tapping lightly on the floors. She had spent the last two months settling into her room,experimenting with a little device she was working on,and simply doing her job. She decided to head to the cafeteria with her note book. Maybe she could get some tea which sounded about nice after her working on research again. Currently she was trying to figure out a way to regrow dead tissue mass to become fully functional once more. It was normal for miss notch to indulge in these studies and experiments. It was reason she was so damn good at her job. She stepped into the cafeteria blinking and started to make her way towards the kitchen with soft graceful steps but something caught her eye. She turns her head and spys hk with a intrigued look. It was a droid. A adorable little droid. Unable to help her excitement she came over with wide eyes and bent over forwards holding her pen to give him a gentle poke.

"I don't recognize this model but he seems put together quite well......" She stands straight and gives a little bow. "Oh how rude of me, I got a little bit excited.....ah. I'm miss notch, the medical training teacher and I couldn't help to notice this cute little droid here. Do you mind if I give him a quick once over? I've never seen such a model before...." She explained introducing herself.

@HK 50 09
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