Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

[TommyGun15]

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Location: The Kaiserin


Who I'm with: Acantha and her Lundes (@HanaJuni )


What I'm doing: Asking to look around


James smiled sadly thinking about his home universe.


"Oh, don't get me wrong. We aren't exactly a large group, and I think the other sorcerers would agree with you about suffering. My great-grandfather was the first sorcerer, and in his entire life-time there have only been around... a dozen people who've been sorcerers, including myself. Of those people, two of them committed suicide, one of them turned evil and Belgarath trapped him underground, he's still down there by the way, and two of them turned into hawks and ran off together. And falling in love is usually hell for us. When Belgarath thought his wife died, he vanished for about five centuries to go drown his sorrows in cheap beer and cheap women. They say he slept with half the female population of Maragor. I mean, it turned out Poledra had just left on some kind of spirit quest or something, but it put great-grandfather through hell. The same sort of thing happened to grandfather Belgarion when his queen Ce'Nedra died. He abdicated the throne of Riva and wandered around, picking fights and whoring for almost a century. Eventually the others tracked him down, and he hasn't really left the Vale since."


James shook his head at the thought. This was why he'd decided to only date immortal girls.


"But I'm sure they'd love to meet you... If they ever have a chance to visit..."


James looked around the lab once more, staring at the various plants.


"You know... I'd actually love to have a look around if you don't mind. And I promise I'll put my full effort into your class, just like my other lessons with Imalia."


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Location: Kitchen


Who I'm with: Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna )


What I'm doing: Reminiscing


Sieghart sighed.


"Yes, I've had a few deaths like that myself, mostly when fighting drakes, or demons. I haven't actually fought any pyromancers. They tend to keep to the Great Swamp. The absolute worst though was when I was fighting this giant ooze. Damn thing paralyzed and dissolved me and all of my allies, and I remained conscious the entire time, at least until my brain dissolved. It was after that I decided being a knight wasn't for me, and I opened my tavern."

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Sieghart (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm doing: Reminiscing and drinking coffee


Delrick listened to Sieghart recount his deaths. "The one that stands out the most was the one when I fought the devil who held my soul." He looked at his hands, letting the ghostly blue fire lightly envelop them. "It was when it called hellfire to consume us, and it, that I was able to strike the blow that ended it." He chuckled and looked to the undead chef. "And myself in the process. There's no pain quite like having your soul torn apart." He lifted his coffee and finished it one go. "But I didn't retire after that."

 

[TommyGun15]

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Location: Kitchen


Who I'm with: Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna )


What I'm doing: Reminiscing


Sieghart shrugged, remembering the many times he'd felt the souls torn from his body when he'd died.


"Ah, I suppose the adventuring lifestyle isn't cut out for everyone. Of course, it wasn't really the dying that bothered me, most of the fighting men in my realm have died a few times, undead making up the largest ethinc group after all... No, it was the constant failure. I went on perhaps thirty different excursions with my companions. And I can count on one hand the number of them that did not end in failure, death, or both."


Sieghart motioned to his sword leaning against the wall in the corner.


"Take my sword for instance. I use one that is large and heavy because I lack the physical dexterity to use a smaller one. Even with that sword I have little to no skill. It was mostly just to intimidate drunks causing a ruckus at the bar. Fortunately, the few drunk enough to attempt to fight me were so impaired that they posed little threat, save to themselves."

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: Kitchen


Who I'm with: Sieghart (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm doing: Reminiscing and drinking coffee


Delrick shook his agreeing with Sieghart's statement. "No, it's not a life for everyone; it's hard, lonely at times, and for the most part thankless." He lazily spun his cup on its edge with one finger. The monk smiled at the comment about undead population. 'Then,' He thought. 'You should feel quite at home with the army Nishira is building.' "Well eventually everything dies, so your ethnic group is never going to be the minority." Still smiling he looked to the chef. "You make it sound as though you were a soldier carrying out missions. Not an adventurer seeking fame and riches."


His gaze followed to the sword. It was an impressive blade.


He nodded knowing the knights statements held truth in them. "And don't forget the wenches. Though most of them know how to deal with tavern drunks as well." He looked the knight over briefly. "If you want I could help improve your skill with that blade." He winked and smiled. "If only to intimidate some the more rowdy students."

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Why'nn, Others


What I'm Doing: Talk to Why'nn


Connor took Why'nn's hand and looked at her. 'Why'nn? Come on. We need to go. I know you like the new sensations but, the way you're reacting is making me a little uncomfortable.' He tugged at her gently, a small air of worry coloring his thoughts as he projected them to her. 'Come on. We can come back here later. I promise.' Connor was actually beginning to lose his temper with the others now. He knew they didn't know how overly sensitive she was, but it was still making him angry. His hand began tracing the hilt of his lightsaber, ready to draw it at a moment's notice.

 

[TommyGun15]

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Location: Kitchen


Who I'm with: Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna )


What I'm doing: Agreeing


Sieghart laughed dryly.


"Have you ever seen a properly undead wench. They become a lot less attractive when their skin starts to rot off their flesh. Not that undead, or at least my universe's variety of undead, can even feel such temptations. Something about being a rotting corpse kills the libido. I count myself lucky that I gave up the life before my entire body became like, well, the rest of me. It's only half of my face, and a bit of my upper chest, but it's something."


Sieghart shook his head, placing his elbow on the table and resting his forehead against the palm of his hand.


"As for fame and riches, what was there to be had? My world, like most of it's population, died a long, long time ago. Now it's just a rotten husk of itself, and we poor bastards we stuck trying to keep it in one piece. You know... the country of Catarina hasn't actually existed in centuries. But my father called himself a knight of Catarina, and his father before, all the way back to the time when our world was still alive, when the flame still burned brightly. Now, we feed it with the last shards of our lost humanity, hoping to stave off the coming of The Dark."


Sieghart shook his head and stood, walking over to get some more siegbrau. Rather than fill his cup, he drank straight from the bottle, emptying it without stopping for breath. Sieghart sighed and tossed the bottle in the garbage.


"Still nothing..."


He sat back at the table and leaned back in his chair.


"Your offer to help me learn to properly use my blade is tempting. I'll admit, what little skill I had as a "knight" has likely been deteriorated by soft living. However, it would be an honor to help educate some of your students. I do still remember the theory of wielding a sword, if not the actual practice."

 

[StartingOver]

Location: the arena


Who's with me: Grim, Why'nn, Someone who's about to eat a blasts.


Violet's eyes started to glow and intense blue. "Shut up!" She barked at Valian." This not the time for joking!" Her eyes locked on to Connor. She watched him her anger starting to boil over now. Her eyes locked on to the lightsaber. "Do it, make that mistake." She growled. "You've had a problem with me for months now why don't you step up to the plate."

 

[folclor]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: ... (Why'nn)/Grim (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna), the girl (@StartingOver), the boy (@KalenNighteyes), and the droid (@HK 50 09) (Valian)


What I'm doing: ...(Why'nn)/Trying to help (Valian)


'Stickysoft-HAND!' She couldn't think properly, even Connor's thoughts weren't bringing her back. Her right hand, the one Connor tried to take, was buried in the soft texture. Her left hung limp around something else, she couldn't tell what. There was something supporting her. Warm. She would've gone with anyone who led her. In a world of sensation, she could not process.


Valian frowned at the boyfriend, then the confrontation that was beginning to occur. "Okay, okay. Looks like you both have the same goal here: get the girl out of harm's way. Loverboy, I get your concern, but it looks like Grim and the girlie have this wrapped up. Why don't you and I take a walk over here and let them get your girlfriend to her dorm so she can be safe?" Valian put his hand on the boyfriend's shoulder. "Let's take a step back, get your hand off your weapon, and let these guys help your girl."

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Why'nn, A Really Dumb Bitch, Others


What I'm Doing: Taking Why'nn and walking away


Connor took Why'nn by the arm and began to lead her away from them, ignoring the idiot who was trying to challenge him. He gave a small mental shout to Why'nn to try to pull her out of it. 'Why'nn! Come on! Please! snap out of it! Let's go!' He was pulling her toward the exit of the arena while still keeping one hand near his lightsaber. He didn't want to have to resort to violence if he could avoid it. He'd had enough of that in his first couple of days at the school. Though, he knew if it came to it, that bitch wouldn't stand a chance against him. He had been learning to control people's minds, no matter how powerful. All he had to do was lull her into a trance then he could simply kill her, or at least try to. For now, the bitch could just suffer knowing he wasn't going to attack her unless she made the first move. For now, his focus was getting Why'nn out of here.

 

[StartingOver]

Location: Arena


Who I'm with: Who cares right now.


What I'm doing: he thinks he's better then me.


Violet was really seething now. Her light for the first time turned a bright red. She felt stronger now, stronger then before. What was this? She almost forgot about Why'nn and the stupid brat for a moment. She could kill him if she wanted. Rip his head from his worthless body. She grinned looking at her hands which were glowing red.


If she sent a blast however it would hit Why'nn which no matter how much she hated that worthless loser wasn't worth it.


"If you ever get in my way for anything I'll remove your head and put it on your mistress's desk you worthless waste of flesh and if you don't believe me you know exactly were I live."

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Why'nn/Valian (@folclor ), Violet (@StartingOver), a guy (@KalenNighteyes), Mr. Shiney Pants (@HK 50 09)


What I'm doing: Trying to help


Grim felt Why'nn's weight, what little there was, lifted off his shoulders and pulled from his arm. He looked to Connor mildly irritated it had taken him so long to act, and lightly frustrated with how rude he was being. 'Boys definitely got some manners to learn.' He let out a sigh when Valian tried to step in and calm things down. 'Diplomat.' It's when he looked to Violet that he grew concerned. "Lass." The otter carefully stepped between Violet and the couple, gently placing his paws on her hands. "Tis alright. 'e'll take care o' 'er." The mustelid could feel the energy radiating from her hands, and the red glow was not a good sign. "Vi, look at your otteh." He smiled happily, his thumb rubbing her hand gently. "We'll check on 'er ina bit." He used his tail to gently tilt her chin towards him.


Location: Kitchen


Who I'm with: Sieghart (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm doing: Reminiscing and drinking coffee


Delrick chuckled at the question of undead wenches. "Yes. Yes I have. And I do agree with your sentiment towards them, but there are all types." The monk looked over the knight once more, taking in all the facts of his appearance. "It would seem you are indeed mostly intact."


He watched as the knight rested his head in his hand, noting the hint of sadness and or frustration.


"I had no idea your world was dead. It sounds like you fighting for quite a noble cause, trying to stave off the ultimate end of your world." The monk nodded solemnly. He watched as the knight emptied the bottle of strong spirits. A tinge of sadness pulled at the edges of his mind. But he smiled and nodded his head when the knight spoke next. "I'm sure you remember more then just the theory." He stood extending his left arm to the grasp the knights as a warrior would. "Once you start swinging that blade it'll come back." Nodding his head the monk continued. "It would be an honor to have your experiences to enlighten these children."

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Location: The Arena / Nishira's Office


Who I'm With: Why'nn, Crazy Pants, Grim, HK, others


What I'm Doing: Taking Why'nn Away / Calling out Telepathically to Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna ) HK ( @HK 50 09 ) and Manara


Connor didn't dignify Violet with a response. However, he did look to the otter. "Thank you." That was all he said. Connor led Why'nn out of the arena and toward the stairs. He had no choice but to do this now. It had become obvious that it would be required in order to keep Why'nn safe from those who wanted to take advantage of her. He guided her up the stairs to the fourth floor, where he knocked on the Headmistress's door. He didn't push it open, but he did call to her. "There's a conversation we need to have." Then he thought of all the other people he figured he should involve. Manara, Delrick, HK...He needed them here now. Taking a moment, he channeled his mind outward and found the minds he was looking for. Delrick, Manara, and HK. 'Please come to the Headmistress's office...There's a conversation that needs to take place. It's about Why'nn and her safety.' Each would feel that this was out of only concern, with perhaps a slight hint of jealousy mixed in. Now, he just needed to wait.

 

[HK Fifty]

Position : Arena/Kitchen


Companions : a bunch of people I should kill and Why'nn , then Dad/Delrick and Seighart


Engaging in : Meltdown


By the time HK-50-01 came back to himself from cursing , he heard Why'nn say something about apologizing to himself and Connor and to come and be a companion to her. He wasn't even sure who she said it to. He was dangerously close to what some people called the HK-50-01 MeltDown. And then Why'nn started shivering , probably because her clothes were wet. And before he could do anything , the Fripping Jedi started caring for her. The Selonian was there too , speaking in broken and horrible English. That being needs to learn to communicate.. And then that creature named Valian - he thought anyway - started experimenting on her , running things along her and finding it amusing when it hurt her.


And then the MeltDown started. It was never external - internal only. Inside himself he rapidly started firing on everyone - Disabling shots only. ValianCreature got the worst of it , and then he brought out torture devices. ValianCreature got the best of his torture - the one in his head was screaming and pleading , his arms painfully ripped out , both legs hobbled and one of his eyes gone. A pattern was cut into the ValainCreature's chest - the Sith Empire sigil he had grown up with. Then he slowly cut the being's head off , enough to where the being would feel his blood vessels severed. But , being one of HK-50's meltdowns , all anyone looking at him would just see him shaking and his eyes blood red.


In his mind he moved on to the Selonian , and lit the being's Fur on fire. He let the being char to death before throwing oils on it to continue the blaze , and threw what was left of ValianCreature on it. Next he looked to.. He was thinking now with how Violet looked to Why'nn , the LesbianCreature. He ripped out her toungue , before throwing her into the raging inferno. HK-50 wasn't creative with torture , even in his mind. He skipped Connor - and then Darth Malak and HK-47 appeared , Malak looked at him and merely nodded his head in approval. HK-47 urged him to continue , and HK-50-01 had violently vivid thoughts. I DONT WANT YOUR APPROVAL , I HATE YOU! HATE YOU MORE THAN I HATE JEDI! I DONT WANT YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT! YOU TURNED MY CHILDREN AGAINST ME! DIE DIE DIE BOTH OF YOU! Wait... Darth Malak is dead... Oh , no...


This bowled HK-50 back to reality. Everyone was still alive and well. Neither Malak nor HK-47 was there. But he was still angry. "ANGRY DENOUNCEMENT : FRIP YOU ALL! HOW DARE YOU EXPERIMENT ON HER YOU BLASTED BLONDE CRETIN! HASNT THAT ALREADY HAPPENED TO HER ENOUGH? DO YOU WANT ME TO DO IT TO YOU! RAXUS , MAYBE I WILL ANYWAY! BURN YOU ALL! I SHALL RIP OUT YOUR HEADS AND WRAP THEM AROUND MY BODY AS THE RAKATAN LORDS OF OLD! FEED THEM TO MY MINIONS AND HAVE THEM GROW STRONGER! DEATH AND DEESTRUCTION SHALL VISIT YOU ALL! YOU LESBIAN! I KNOW YOU ARE! I SEE HOW YOU LOOK AT HER! IF YOU EVER TOUCH HER I WILL KILL YOU TOO! I'LL ENJOY IT ALL! DEATH TO THE GALAXY! THE RAKATAN LORDS SHALL RISE AGAIN AND I SHALL BE THE HERALD! DEATH TO OUR ENEMIES! DEATH TO OUR ENEMIES! EAT THE BODIES AND GROW IN STRENGTH!"





But suddenly he realized he was being exactly what Malak had always wanted him to be. His eyes turned a bluish purple and he stopped shaking. "Apologetics : no.. No... That's what Malak would want... HK-47 would want.. Oh. I've.. Gotta go find dad. Oh no no no... Sorry. I won't.. Do those things. Shouldn't do those things. NO! NEVER! I'M NEVER GOING TO BE THAT PERSON AGAIN!" In a blinded state , he ran for the kitchen where he assumed no-one was anymore.. And saw his Father - it WAS his father now , in his mind - and Seighart behind the kitchen counter. He bounded over and then started speaking. "Greeting/mercy Request : Father.. I did something bad... I.. I threatened to kill people again. Had a meltdown , as people call it.. I just started killing everyone in my head and.. And Darth Malak and my brother appeared to me and they were encouraging me. And then I snapped out of it only to start yelling about those things I say in my sleep , directed towards everyone. I... I apologized but.. But you aren't displeased with me , are you Father? I.. Sometimes I feel like the droid I was built to be... But I don't want to kill. I DON'T! Father... Please help me. I don't want to be a killer..." He slumped over Delrick and began producing mechanical sobs , in between saying words of apology.

 

[folclor]

Location: ...(Why'nn)/The Arena (Valian)


Who I'm with: ...(Why'nn)/Grim (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna), the girl (@StartingOver), and the droid (@HK 50 09)


What I'm doing: ...(Why'nn)/Being confused (Valian)


There was movement but it only made the sticky feeling more pronounced, causing the girl to whimper and shiver the whole walk. She didn't even know whose hand she held. It was warm, though. 'Stickystickysticky... soft where?' She did strain a bit at this thought, but was promptly dragged back down into the confusing state of sensation. She wanted the soft back, but she was not sure what do about it. Besides, there was so much sticky... Unable to emote or consider the situation with any clarity, she stood, shivering, in a place with something warm holding her hand.


Valian frowned. "Well, that was interesting... hope he gets her wherever she's going all right." He looked to Grim and the girl still there. "By the way, I'm Valian. Sorry we got off on the wrong foot. Grim's my buddy so I hope you and I can get along all right..." His face still held concern. And then... the droid started yelling. Valian winced at the level, then frowned as the droid did his best impression of a teenage girl running away in years. "Okay... That was... interesting..."





Location: My office


Who I'm with: No one


What I'm doing: Letting the telepath in


Nishira raised an eyebrow, then sighed, willing the doors to open to the boy. When she saw the girl was with him, a smile spread across her face. "Did you bring your lover to see your progeny? Or... why is she shivering?" The smile faded to a frown. The girl wasn't integral to her plan, but the boy was. Beyond that, the girl was very much involved with many of her teachers and Nishira couldn't just let something happen to her.

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Location: Nishira's Office


Who I'm With: Why'nn and Nishira


What I'm Doing: Trying not to lose my shit


Connor moved into the office and sat Why'nn down on a chair, making sure she was stable. He turned to the headmistress, anger beginning to flare inside of him. He took a breath, trying to calm himself before he spoke. "There's a pretty big problem that could interfere with all of this. There's a girl who is determined to take advantage of Why'nn. I can't fault Why'nn for it because it's not her fault that new sensations put her in this state. It's that little bitch Violet. She's lucky I didn't lash out at her today. Delrick, Manara, and HK-50-01 are on their way, or at least, I think they are..." Connor turned back around and knelt down in front of Why'nn, taking her hand. "Something needs to be done about this...She needs help..." Connor knew that, despite having something the headmistress wanted, he needed to be careful how he approached this. She could just as easily take what she wanted, and she was making an effort to have it go his way rather than hers. "I can't be around her twenty-four seven...No one can...I would do anything to keep her from being taken advantage of." Connor knew that statement could get him in deeper, but he didn't care. He loved Why'nn and he'd do anything so others wouldn't take advantage of her...

 

[StartingOver]

Location: Arena


Who I'm with: Grim's all that matters


What I'm doing:


Violet looked up at Grim. Her eyes stopped glowing red. She buried her face in his chest. "I'll kill him I swear it, I'll rip his self righteous head off." She could feel tears starting to come from her eyes. "He hates me for NO REASON!" She let out a sob. She was just so mad she couldn't keep her composure anymore. "He wants to control her. He's a shit person."

 

[folclor]

Location: My office (Nishira)/... (Why'nn)


Who I'm with: Connor (Nishira)/... (Why'nn)


What I'm doing: Talking (Nishira)/... (Why'nn)


The lich sighed. "So the telepath is in love with the most easily captured thing at my school... great." Sarcasm poured off that last word. "Boy... sometimes we must jealously protect that which we can't live without. I have to do it with my phylactery and you... you seem to have to do it with this girl." She shook her head. "Honestly, I had assumed Delrick would've picked up on this before but I suppose not... Why did you not bring this issue up directly with her master the moment you noticed it? And bringing Manara and the droid is unnecessary. They don't need to know. The fewer people aware of this the better."


Why'nn shivered again as something warm took her hand. The sticky was getting dryer but dry still stuck. It was another new sensation and sent her further into the depths of her strange semi-consciousness.


Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Grim (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna), and the girl (@StartingOver)


What I'm doing: Being confused


"Or, you know, you could just ignore me..." Valian sighed. "Look, I don't mean to be rude here, but he is kind of her boyfriend and you were hitting on her... I mean, if someone hit on Zipper in front of me I'd get pretty jealous. And what about you? Do you hate him? If so, then why? And how do you know he wants to control her? How do you know he isn't doing what he thinks will protect her? She was out, like not even limited capacity drunk out, just completely out. He probably thought you were going to hurt her."

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Valian (@folclor ), Violet (@StartingOver)


What I'm doing: Holding Vi


Grim wrapped his arms her and held her close. Letting her vent and cry while he just held, rubbing her back gently. "I know lass." If she got into a fight with Connor he'd be there to back her up, but this just wasn't the right time. He looked to Valian and nodded thanks and was about to agree with him when Mr. Shiney Pants started yelling, the pitch made his ears hurt and caused his whole body to cringe. As the droid ran of her shivered, but held onto Vi the entire time. 'I'll take care o'ye.' He thought.

 

[TommyGun15]

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Location: Kitchen


Who I'm with: Delrick (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna ), HK (@HK 50 09 )


What I'm doing: Accepting an offer


Sieghart grasped Delrick's hand and gave him a hearty pat on the back.


"I'm sure with practice it will. And I would be happy to share a few tales of my misadventures with your students. Believe me, I've had many a lesson on what not to do in combat. Please, let me know when a good opportunity arises."


Sieghart was the surprised to see HK charge in and begin sobbing and hugging Delrick. Sieghart watched in slight embarrassment for a moment, then quietly excused himself, managing to make the act of aimlessly moving pots and pans around the kitchen look extremely busy.

 

[StartingOver]

Location: Arena


Who I'm with: Grim he's all the matters


What I'm doing: sobbing


Violet let herself be held tight, let herself


Be taken in his arms. It felt nice, like she was in warm blanket that loved her. She loved it to, she loved it very much, he made her anger fade. She felt exhausted however.


She looked towards the other guy. "I would never hurt Why'nn, ever." The thought that Connor would even think that was so stupid to her. He could read minds right, he should know she only cared for her.

 

[folclor]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Grim and a crying girl


What I'm doing: Talking


"No, I get that you wouldn't. You were trying to help her but he's her boyfriend and you obviously like her. He's going to see anything you do to get close to her as harmful." He didn't move to touch her, even though he hated to see a girl cry. Grim was doing well at being there for her. "If you want... I'll go check on her. I promise not to do anything to her. I'm honestly just a neutral party wanting everyone to be okay." Valian frowned, concern radiating off him in waves. "If she's okay, I'll get her to come back to talk to you, okay? Is that acceptable?"

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Location: Nishira's Office


Who I'm With: Why'nn and Nishira


What I'm Doing: Trying to pull Why'nn back


Connor looked over his shoulder at Nishira. "It hasn't been a problem until now. It's only been me, her, and HK-50-01. Things were less complicated then. Maybe I should get a sniper rifle and just get rid of that girl that way...One shot, one kill..." Connor let his mind wander for a moment onto that scenario, he enjoyed watching it play out in his mind, but he pulled himself back. "No...I can't do that. However, she does need to be dealt with or something needs to be done to help Why'nn not be so overwhelmed with pleasure at the new sensations. I'm going to try something I've been practicing with Manara over the last month. I need to pull Why'nn out of this...Simply talking to her with my mind isn't working. Just...try not to talk while I do this. I need to focus..." Connor stood up, let go of Why'nn's hand, and walked around behind her. He put his hands on either side of her head, about an inch from touching, and looked down as if he were looking into her. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and entered her mind.


He was immediately hit with the way she was feeling. It was a nice feeling, but he had to stay focused. In her mind, it was turbulent, and somewhat messy with thoughts and feelings, but it was nothing he wasn't expecting. Her mind appeared as a library, and not one he'd ever seen before. The shelves were disorganized and even some of the books that should sitting on shelves were thrown about and lay on the floor of her mind. A couple of bookshelves had been knocked over, their contents strewn about and some even broken with pages torn out. He made his way through the maze of mess and shelves, looking for any sign of the girl he loved. He thought he heard something down another aisle, but it didn't quite sound like her. He wasn't about to go poking around in memories he had no business seeing. No, he stayed on the main path. After a few moments of walking, he spotted her. She was standing near some kind of precipice that overlooked a massive ocean. He then realized why she wasn't able to hear and respond to his thoughts before. The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the side of the cliff was very loud. Was this what it was like for her with every new sensation? Standing on the edge of a great fall, where below was waiting an ocean to swallow her in? Then he wondered for a moment, was what he was doing an extreme method of trying to get her back? He didn't think so. She wasn't responding to him otherwise, so this was the only other option. He moved closer to her, but she seemed to grow a little further away. Realizing he wasn't going to get close to her anymore and she had to come to him, he spoke and held out his hand to her. 'Why'nn. Can you hear me? Turn around. Take my hand.'

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: Kitchen / Nishira's office


Who I'm with: Sieghart (@TommyGun15 ) aaaannnddddd HK-50 (@HK 50 09 ) / Nishira & Why'nn (@folclor ) And and Connor (@KalenNighteyes )


What I'm doing: Greeting a colleague and being uncomfortable / Being concerned


The monk grinned and reciprocated the gesture wholeheartedly. "Yes, with a little practice, in no time at all you'll have it back." He nodded as he continued. "The martial lesson alone is good, but history and context with the lesson will be more effective."


It was then that the prototype barged in and flung himself at Delrick like a small child or an overly dramatic teenager would. The normally unflappable monk looked to the knight in shock seeking help to extricate himself. But as he watched the chef make the prudent choice and back away, Delrick let out a sigh and pried the droid off of him. In a stern and calm voice he addressed HK-50. "HK-50 restrain yourself. I am displeased with you. I am not your father. We've discussed this." Standing he held the droid out at arms length. "As for the rest of your ranting, you must seek assistance with reprogramming certain parts of core processes so that they do not override your daily functioning."


The monk felt the assault on his mental barriers, and without letting them down heard the cry for help. With a shake of his head the monk looked to Sieghart. "I apologize for chatting and running, but there is an urgent matter I need to apart of." To the droid he said. "For now go to your workshop and see about getting your coding sorted and compartmentalized." Picking up his coffee cup he stepped away from the droid. "We'll discuss this 'father' matter, again, later." With that he was gone.


And then he was stepping into Nishira's office to see the headmistress, Connor and Why'nn. Who looked to be comatose. He bowed his head to his mistress before addressing Connor. "Mr. Shaw what is going on? Why is miss Canthet in her current state?" Though he was still calm, there was a hint of concern that only Nishira would have noticed. 'Connor hold nothing back. What caused this state?' His thoughts were directed forcefully at the boy, he would feel the binding working its will upon him. Delrick rarely used the binding on any of the bound, relaying more on his presence and status as the combatives teacher to enforce his authority.


Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Valian (@folclor ), Violet (@StartingOver)


What I'm doing: Holding Vi


Grim continued to hold his Violet close, letting her ware herself down. As she released her rage, the otter felt her sag slightly. His arms shifted to help support her. "Nae ye wouldnae, we know dat." He smiled at his friends suggestion. "Aye dats a good idea." He looked down at Violet and nuzzled her head with his nose. "Is dat ok? Valian can go check on her, I'll wait with ye in yer dorm." He didn't move until she was ready, and he would go wherever she wanted to go.

 

[StartingOver]

Location: Arena


Who I'm with: Grim and a person who's becoming less likely to be blasted


What I'm doing: Calming.


Violet let out a sigh. It sounded weak and docile matching her current state. She wanted to go to sleep and pretend this didn't happen. She looked to Valian. "He won't let her see me anymore, maybe that's a good thing. I just wish for her to know that I never wanted to hurt her or cause her trouble. He's wrong about me, he has no clue." She shut her eyes. "If Why'nn wishes to see me I'll be in our dorm."


Violet looked up at Grim. "I owe you a cuddle or two don't I?" She smiled.

 

[HK Fifty]

Position : Food Prepatory , Workshop


Companions : Seighart , My own fripping thoughts


Engaging in : Most Displeased , as Malak would say


HK-50-01 didn't notice the chef go away and do chef things. He only noticed Delrick's words. They HAD already discussed it. But HK-50 was nothing if not persistent. He didn't exactly restrain himself - instead of purple eyes and sobs , his eyes were red and he was silent - which was odd for him. Oh , Fa-Delrick is displeased with me? Well , I'm Most Displeased. DOES HE NOT REMEMBER THE LAST FRIPPING TIME I TRIED THAT? When I started SPARKING AND SAYING 'FAILURE IMMINENENT ACCESS DENIED' OVER AND OVER? His blade came out , unknown to him in his anger. There was also the small matter of the fact that only Reagan could assist him with it , and she seemed only interested in studying him. She may not even succeed in peicing me back together , either. That wouldn't be good at all - I could survive that , but it would be hundreds of years before I could become active again.


So , in anger , he listened to what the monk said. You apologize , do you? Then why are you doing it? He wouldn't go to his workshop - he would follow the monk. It may concern him. Oh , we will discuss it. I WILL DISCUSS IT! I'll have better arguments then I did the last time.. Irrefutable. I shall convince him. I SHALL CONVINCE HIM! when the monk said that , he disappeared. And HK-50 , immediately after , let out an enormous bellow of rage. Finding he didn't want to speak to the Chef currently , he quickly jumped over the food counter and ran at top speeds to his workshop , hoping he wouldn't find that Reagan girl outside of it. She may not enjoy what he would inflict upon her.


Luckily she wasn't. He quickly punched in his code and entered , slamming the door behind him rather loudly. The droid slowly sank into his chair , actually exhausted from all the anger he had expressed today. Wheeling over to the work table , he threw the broken droid against the wall and brought out a new circuit board. While he crafted a new TF-05 unit , he thought of his new arguements of how he would convince Delrick that the monk should adopt him. Unfortunatey nothing came except icy , cold rage. So he thought of Why'nn - and he could only think of how she was upset when he last saw her. But he had no idea where Why'nn was currently located at , so he emptied his mind of any thought and mindlessly worked. Hopefully this would calm him.. Because he was still Most Displeased.