Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: Firing range


Who I'm with: Valian (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Chatting


Grim nodded, thinking about his interactions while he holstered one pistol. "Well, if she be dun in dat be da case," The otter looked off into space while his paws worked of their own accord and loaded and holstered the other pistol. "But if she be only inna fog she sounds like a pup, er I meant child. Calling out what she be touching." He scrunched up his face as he thought. "Mayhap we need ta find out wot she be dun in by first." Folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall. "Aye, it tis. I like dat." Slapping his friend on the shoulder with his tail. "Cannae really be a clan wit' jus two!" Laughing big as he did.


Location: My Chamber


Who I'm with: My Daughter


What I'm doing: Doting on my little bird


Delrick smiled as Why'nn's initial apprehension melted away as she felt the textures and movement of the fluid-gel. "Yes, little one it is." Settling down his coffee as he nodded, she would feel his joy and calm through the binding. "What you are feeling through the glove is the same sensation that others would feel without the glove. As though it was against your bare skin; and" Delrick lifted a handful of the fluid-gel out. "The enchantment does not just cover your hand. As long as you wear the glove your entire body is affected similarly." He let it pour onto her head as he spoke. The fluid-gel would not stick or stain her in any way. As she were to pull it off, it would come out in a long strand. "The longer you wear the glove and experience more and new textures, the more you will become accustomed to them. Eventually not needing the glove at all." He smiled down at her, watching the fluid-gel slowly spill over her head.

 

[folclor]

Location: Firing range


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


What I'm doing: Chatting


Valian let out a loud laugh at the slap. "So she really is a kid sister!" He tried not to think of his own sister. "Well, we'll figure it out. First, though, we gotta get you that girl, right?" He grinned, putting an arm around the otter's shoulders. "You fine on your own or you need me to play middle man?" In all honesty, he wasn't much of a charmer, regardless of what his appearance might suggest.


Location: Father's chambers


Who I'm with: Father


What I'm doing: Experiencing


Why'nn squeaked and tensed initially as the fluid-gel landed on her head. After a moment she laughed at the feeling, though it did cause her to shiver as it moved through her hair until she finally reached up and pulled it off. "Thank you, Father!" After she carefully returned the goop to its container, she embraced him tightly. "I do not have to be a burden anymore!" There was much joy in her words and she practically bounced. To feel things on a normal level was a great boon. She'd wear this glove constantly until such a time that she could survive without it.

 

[TommyGun15]

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Location: Nishira's Office


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


What I'm doing: Understanding


James nodded his head when Nishira told him that he was to become one of her generals, his face falling a bit. He clearly wasn't surprised by this news, that much showed on his face, in his posture, and in his tone of voice.


"I see... Was there anything else you wanted to speak to me about, or should I go?"


There was something else in his eyes. A sort of understanding of Nishira's words that indicated that he knew about the fate that awaited his Mistress. Not only that, it was clear that he was not happy about the arrangement.

 

[folclor]

Location: My office


Who I'm with: James (@TommyGun15)


What I'm doing: Discussing


"Did she tell you?" It wasn't an answer to his question directly but it might as well have been. As the lich spoke, all of the maps and books folded and closed, hiding themselves away. "Do you know why you will take your mistress's place?" Something about his look said he did, but she wasn't about to spill the plan out to the boy if he wasn't already told.

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Location: Kitchen


With: Seighart(@TommyGun15 ), Connor, some girl(@KalenNighteyes )


Doing: Talking


Reagan released Seighart and continued eating her cake and drinking her coffee. When Connor entered, she returned the wave and smile. As Seighart mentioned what they were making, she thought for a second. "Pizza... have I heard of that before? No, no I haven't. Probably thought of something that rhymes." Reagan finished the rest of her cake and stood up. "Yeah, I can help you guys make this "pizza" thing. Just tell me what you need me to do."

 

[TommyGun15]

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Location: Nishira's Office


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


What I'm doing: Answering


James nodded in answer, looking Nishira in the eye with a dead-eyed look on his face. At the moment, Nishira's undead were more expressive than James.


"She's going to die. Because this demi-plane is running low on magic, and you need a new power source. I understand that, I know how magic works."


A tear welled up in James's eye, running down the side of his face. As he spoke, more began to follow it.


"Here is what I don't understand. The Orb of Aldur is a powerful relic, with all the magical energy of a god. It could supply enough magic to power this demi-plane indefinitely. So if I'm going to go get it, why is Mistress Imalia still going to die? Why are you sacrificing a loyal, and capable general, when you're going to get an artifact that eliminates that need?"


Something popped into James's head, a thought that refused to go unheard. A pair of possibilities actually, neither of them mutually exclusive.


"You can't afford to have that happen. For whatever reason, either you need Mistress to die, or you can't use the Orb as a power source. If it's the former, then that means you doubt Mistress's loyalty to you, so you need her out of the way. If it's the latter, you fear the Orb. It's sentient, good, and way to powerful for you to bind. You'd fear it, because you can't control it. So you'd need it in the hands of someone you can control... Me."


James looked Nishira dead in the eye.


"Are either of those guesses anywhere near the truth? Or am I just blowing smoke?"

 

[folclor]

Location: My office


Who I'm with: A perceptive boy (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm doing: Enjoying


Nishira grinned at the boy's conjecture. "Very good, James, very good." The lich leaned forward in her chair. "It's both, really. Your mistress is becoming... rowdy. She doesn't see things the way she should so this is the only use she has left. And you're right that I can't control it. It would burn through to my power source. We can't have that. But you can." Her grin widened. "And sweet despair will reign once more."

 

[TommyGun15]

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Location: Nishira's Office


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


What I'm doing: Bringing up a possibility


James frowned, somewhat put-off by what she'd said. But there was one other thing that occurred to him.


"Well Headmistress, it seems you've put a lot of thought into this. However, I still see one very big problem with this plan."


James looked her in the eye again, the signs of his earlier crying wiped away. Once again, there was no expression on his face. Another trick Imalia had taught him that was useful for hiding your intentions, perfect for enchanting magic.


"The Orb is sentient. But more than that, it can sense things. Thoughts, emotions, intentions, things like that. The working theory in my world is that it can read a person's soul. If that's the case, there is a pretty good chance that if it reads my soul, it will sense the magical bindings you've placed on me. If it does, it will almost certainly dispel them. Should that happen, should the Orb release me from your bindings, leaving me with free will and a weapon that can split continents, what is your plan? Because you're no fool, I'm sure you've considered that possibility."

 

[folclor]

Location: My office


Who I'm with: James (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm doing: Discussing


Nishira frowned a little. "Clever boy. Clever boy." She shook her head. "But you forget. My magic is different from the orb's. You cannot use magic from one universe to dispel magic of another. And my magic is so changed from my original universe that Ao himself could not dispel my binding. The orb may feel it, but there is nothing it can do about it."





This was mostly guess work on the part of the lich, but casters from other worlds, no matter how powerful, has been able to dispel the binding. However, this had never truly been tested by a god.

 

[TommyGun15]

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Location: Nishira's Office


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


What I'm doing: Discussing


James wasn't entirely convinced, and it showed on his face.


"While you do make a valid point, I still think it is a possibility you should prepare for. Of course, regardless of my bindings, I still feel loyalty for Mistress Imalia, so I would likely return and submit myself for rebinding, after which the Orb would figure out that I wanted to be bound, and it probably wouldn't try again without being asked. Still, it is a possibility that should be taken into account. I'm not saying I'm going to cause any trouble. I just think you should consider keeping the binding table ready for when we get back, as it may need to be used again, probably with stronger spells. You know, just in case the bindings I have don't measure up to the five millennia old sentient planet cracking magical artifact with the powers of a god."


James rose from his chair.


"I mean that with no disrespect Headmistress. I'm just saying, prepare for all possible outcomes, no matter how slight. May I go, or was there anything else you wished to discuss?"

 

[folclor]

Location: My office


Who I'm with: James (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm doing: Dismissing


Nishira nodded. "I can leave her sentient, you know. I can let her talk to you." She grinned. "But you're free to go. Let me know what you'd prefer." Her attention was drawn to her desk as another map began unfolding before her. She seemed immediately deep in thought. But if James chanced a look he would not recognize the names or the geography.

 

[TommyGun15]

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Location: Nishira's Office


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


What I'm doing: Bargaining


James stopped. Imalia had mentioned remaining sentient as a slim possibility. But here Nishira was offering to make it a certainly. He turned around and face her.


"Imalia is the best mentor I've ever had. I want to make her proud. I want to be able to tell her about the places I've been, about the students I've taught, about the worlds I've conquered for you. If you could make it so that she was sentient, even as the magical source for this planet, if you could make it so that I could talk to her, I'd do anything."


James knew he was making what Connor might call a "deal with the devil", but right now he didn't care. If there was a chance that Imalia could live, even as nothing more than a disembodied consciousness, he'd take it.

 

[folclor]

Location: My office


Who I'm with: James (@TommyGun15 )


What I'm doing: Making a deal


As Nishira looked up from her map a calculating smile spread across her face. "I'll let her keep her sentience, even break the binding. For now I need nothing more from you." The words hung in the air. Her eyes glistened in... mirth? The emotion was difficult to discern. Possibly some sense of a predator, but the lich always looked predatory.

 

[TommyGun15]

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Location: Nishira's Office


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


What I'm doing: Understanding


James looked at the predatory smile spreading across Nishira's face. Well, the cards were down. Might as well go all in. He looked her right in the face, and smiled back.


"That's hilarious. I wonder how many people you've fooled with those words. But thankfully I've got more than two brain cells to rub together. When you say that you don't need anything from me for now, what you mean is that I owe you. So I'm guessing that at some point, you'll be asking me to do something, and I won't know until you ask me. Heck, you might know until you ask me. Either way, whatever it is will probably go beyond my duties as a bound student, or even my duties as a general and teacher. Well, I suppose I'm alright with that. I've already made a couple Faustian bargains this year, what's one more?"


With that, James turned towards the door, and walked out of the room.

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Location: Kitchen (Connor, Talia)


Who I'm With: Sieghart (@TommyGun15 ), Reagan, New Girl (Connor), Sieghart, Father, Reagan (Talia)


What I'm Doing: Explaining Pizza (Connor), Happily Helping (Talia)


Connor looked over at this other girl now and felt a sense of familiarity with her. He tried to read her mind, but it seemed like she was trained in blocking her mind from others. Either she was also a telepath or someone had trained her how to do this. Connor shook his head slightly, turning to Sieghart now. "It's actually less complicated then it sounds. We should probably start with the tomato sauce. Tomatoes, minced onion, a clove of garlic minced, three or four basil leaves, dried oregano, and finally salt and pepper. I can work on the tomatoes if you guys want to start doing the other parts. The onion, garlic, basil, oregano, and salt and pepper need to be done in a saute. We'll add it to the tomatoes after I get them cooked and ground into a sauce." Connor knew that was a lot of information, but he figured it was best to start with one part of the whole thing and go from there.


Talia, once she saw her father there, made sure to block him out of her mind, something he himself taught her to do. She, of course knew how to make pizza. It was another thing her father had made sure to always have the ingredients for. Even at home in Faerun there was always a way to cook pizza. It wasn't like they ate it nightly or even weekly, but it was always fun when they did have it. This, of course, now made her wish that Talia was there to help. She, too, enjoyed their father's pizza. Talia forced a smile to show on her face as she moved closer to the bunch. "I do know how to make pizza actually. It was something my father made sure to teach me as we were growing up. I will mince the onion if that is okay with you, Sieghart?" She mentally slapped herself for saying his name. She was doing a terrible job about seeming as though she were new here.

 

[folclor]

Location: My office


Who I'm with: No one


What I'm doing: Summoning the droid (@HK 50 09 )


Having made the proper arrangements, staring at the bound beast before her, smiling at its snarling maw. Taking a scroll from her desk, she sent a message to the droid.


"Report to my office immediately. The time for your devotion has come."





The scroll would appear in front of HK-50-01. This summons left no room for discussion.

 

[HK Fifty]

Position : Transient/Over-Predor's Office


Companions : NonApplicable/Over-Predor Auros (@folclor)


Engaging in : Reporting for my Bestowment of PredorShip


HK-50-01 had still been loudly ranting to himself in the Entrance Hallway when an arcane - only by Arcane methods could a Scroll appear in front of him - Scroll was blocking his next circuit of angered steps. Almost ripping it out of the air , he rapidly processed it. Time to report my Failure as well , then. Let's hope this doesn't do anything to ruin my PredorShip Ceremony. Hopefully as well that Over-Predor Auros picked a worthy beast..


And so immediately he reported - running at full capacity up the various flights of stairs , he reached the office and quickly kneeled - not noticing the rather large beast behind the Over-Predor , his head bowed towards the floor. His weapons - including the Carbonite Projector - were still attached to his body (indeed , he was still holding the broken nozzle and the Scroll in the hand that wasn't upon his Knee) which would hopefully aid his explanation of what had gone wrong. Of course , this all hopes she doesn't merely execute me for it. Yes , let's hope that doesn't happen , shall we? Now.. Where to begin..


It was only a brief moment before he spoke , of course. "Report/Query : Over-Predor Auros. I came as quickly as I could after your Scroll arrived. I regret to inform you that the Gelatinous Organism was able to evade me - the Carbonite projector you see here must have been sabotaged somehow , causing the cable to burst when I activated the Projector Nozzle. I did test it beforehand - twice , actually - which leads me to the conclusion of sabotage , if you want a reason why I think that.. I would swear it won't happen again , but I don't fancy lying to you , either - I can't control outside factors. I beseech you that my failure won't cause my PredorShip to be revoked. What beast was picked for me , mighty Over-Predor? Is it one I would recognize , or one from a Galaxy foreign to mine?"

 

[folclor]

Location: My office


Who I'm with: The droid (@HK 50 09 )


What I'm doing: Feeding the droid to a rancor


Nishira quirked an eyebrow, surprised the droid had missed the 16 foot beast locked in a containment enchantment in the middle of her office. "We'll deal with that later. First, climb inside this creature. I know you're familiar with it. Once you are fully encased in its stomach you will fight your way out. Your apprentice must do this same thing and survive. But only if you manage to." She watched him, waiting to see what he'd do.

 

[HK Fifty]

Position : Over-Predor's office


Companions : Over-Predor Auros (@folclor)


Engaging in : Asking a couple questions before I complete my ascendance to my PredorShip


HK-50-01 looked up after the Over-Predor Stated that they would deal with his failure at a later date. That usually isn't good.. But it won't jeopardize my PredorShip either , so I suppose she isn't Most Displeased with me , then. Or she has better methods of showing it. This brought what could best be described as a shiver to him , but he stopped it from becoming more than a moment's worth - Don't want to show Mistress the weaker sides of me , after all.


HK-50 saw the Rancor as he looked up , as well. He wouldn't have an issue climbing into it's maw - he could easily cut his way out. At least , I certainly hope I can. But why couldn't I? I'm the greatest Predor who has ever lived. No beast will be my death! But he did have a query - if he decided to just use a blade , would Reagan have to do so as well? He didn't want his Under-Predor dying , and he did admit he liked her - which was what had prompted his PredorShip in the first place.


So he stood up and asked his questions. "Query/assurances : indeed , I am familiar with it. Rancor , female , unknown planetary origin - most likely Dathomirian. Too large to be Lehonese , which I have killed in dozens. I will do exactly as ordered , Over-Predor. No mere beast can kill I , HK-50-01 , The prototype , Lord of the Droids and Greatest Predor of all History. But.. Does my Under-Predor also have to use my same methods , or merely complete the same task? I would personally prefer to use the VibroBlade in my left arm , cut my way out in a hopefully spectacular fashion. But I don't know if she'll be able to survive that. And it wouldn't be good if she died - I do want my Assistant."

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: Firing range


Who I'm with: Valian (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Chatting


The otter smiled a big toothy smile, nodding. "Aye she be dat." Grim wrapped a arm around Valian. "Nay, I got 'er jus gonna fin' 'er again." He nodded to the door and took the lead out and towards the arena. "Ye be welcome ta tag along mate. See if'n ye can get on 'er good side." He wanted Violet and Valian to get along socially at least, but if they could be friends all the better.


Location: My Chamber


Who I'm with: Why'nn


What I'm doing: Doting on my daughter


Delrick smiled and chuckled quietly at her reaction. "You were never a burden." As she hugged him it caused a warm happy feeling to spread through him. He returned the hug tightly, feeling her barely contained joy. "But now you will be able to push further in your training as well as social relationships as well." Petting her head gently.

 

[TommyGun15]

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Location: Kitchen


Who I'm with: Reagaon (@shadowstrikr25 ), Connor, Talia (@KalenNighteyes )


What I'm doing: Cooking


Sieghart nodded at the girl's question.


"Of course you may mince the onions. I will begin gathering and preparing the other ingredients."


Sieghart walked into the pantry and returned with armfuls of the necessary ingredients. After setting them down, he began to mince the garlic and mix the spices.


(Sorry it's kind of short... I actually don't know a whole lot about the fine details of cooking. (' :| ))

 

[Mad Prince of Sanity]

Shard


Location: Academy Grounds -> Cafeteria -> Some odd office


Who I am with: N/A; Briefly with : (Reagan) @shadowstrikr25 , (Sieghart) @TommyGun15 , (Connor, Talia) @KalenNighteyes ; (Nishira Auros) @folclor and (Something that looks like Robo-Cop's child with an office printer) @HK 50 09


What I am doing: Exploring

Shard, still dragging the armoire behind him and having attached wheels to aid in this activity, glanced around inquisitively at the surrounding area with a wide grin, and eyes dancing with mirth. "Well now, this place is much nicer than I expected. Five minutes on the grounds and I already feel like skipping classes and possibly burning something that doesn't belong to me." A short, if somewhat stifled peel of laughter followed this before ending as abruptly as it began. A faint frown forming upon Shard's features as he looked up and down the impressive structure. "Tsk. Tsk. Now where am I to begin?" As the Shard hummed in thought, he conjured some cheese and began to munch thoughtfully.


Finally, after a gouda slice of cheese, he rubbed his hands together gleefully before snapping his fingers. A small portal appearing beside him and he stowed away his cane and armoire inside it before banishing it with another convenient snap. "Well then, nothing to do but give it a go!" With another snap, his form would blur in a left-to-right motion before vanishing, and reappearing in what appeared to be a cafeteria, among a few odd-looking individuals. With a blink of his dull golden eyes and polite tip of his hat he would chuckle and murmur "Pardon me." Before snapping his fingers once more and teleporting on his very merry way.


After this odd chance encounter, Shard continued to teleport about in shorter jumps this time, finding himself in a broom closet, bathroom, classroom and finally, what seemed to be the entrance to the office he was seeking. "Whew. Well now, that was fun! Perhaps I shall skip the broom closet next time though...." Going pensive in thought for a moment, Shard then summoned the portal from before, and removed his cane from within. Dismissing the portal, he then gave a few rapt knocks on the door with the handle of his cane "Hellloooo!? Does anyone get in to see the wizard? Not anybody not anyhow?"

 

[folclor]

Location: My office


Who I'm with: HK-50-01 (@HK 50 09 ) and someone knocking (@Mad Prince of Sanity )


What I'm doing: Continuing anyway


Nishira glared at the door. Well, at least someone had the good sense to knock instead of barge in like everyone else seemed to do. In fact, it was such a welcome change she considered letting whoever it was in. But no. The devotion was a thing to take place privately. Only to be viewed by those already bound or involved somehow.


"Wait there until I call for you," Nishira called to the man outside.


Turning her attention back to the droid, she smiled. "Very good. No, the exact method with which you escape will not be the exact method she does. I had Delrick open his chest for me with nothing but his hands. He gave a knife to his bird for her to use." She shook her head. "He is too soft on her." A giggle bubbles up from her at the thought of what she would do to the girl.





"Back to the matter at hand. I'm not sending you in there with weapons. You're fighting your way out with nothing but your bare hands. If the girl you have chosen dies..." Nishira shrugged, "then she wasn't good enough to begin with."





Location: Firing range


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


What I'm doing: Chatting


Valian nodded. "Okay. So we go find her and hopefully the fact that I sent the firstie her way makes up for a little bit? The last thing I wanna do is mess things up for you." It was very likely that the firecracker of a girl would be training right now. She liked to fight too much for his enjoyment, but his race was mainly a peace keeping one so it was odd enough that he fought at all.


Location: Father's chambers


Who I'm with: Father


What I'm doing: Feeling happy


Why'nn held on, a smile gracing her features as she closed her eyes, resting her head against him. "Thank you, Father. Now I can do so much more!" 'And I do not have to be afraid anymore...' Her excitement at feeling sensations on a level everyone else already did would be palpable to him. Though she wasn't bouncing or squealing, this was the widest she'd ever smiled.


His words, the assurance that she wasn't a burden only made her happier. "I promise to get stronger. I am honored by your gift and I will not let it go to waste."

 

[HK Fifty]

Position : Over-Predor's Office


Companions : Over-Predor Auros (@folclor) , Whoever it is outside the door (@Mad Prince of Sanity)


Engaging in : Beggining the trials of my Ascendance to PredorShip


HK-50-01 realized that he hadn't knocked before he came in. Next time I'll have to knock even if it's Urgent Predor Business.. Rather not breach etiquette after all. Especially not to the Over-Predor. HK-50 enjoyed the Over-Predor praising his actions - validation from superiors was always to be treasured. What he enjoyed more was that he could do it in differing methods from his Under-Predor.


Excellent , indeed. She wouldn't want to do it as I shall.. He wasn't surprised that Delrick had done his own Ascension trials with only his manipulator appendages - Delrick was one of much strength , one of the only beings in the realm HK-50 didn't think he could execute. He also happened to be the Over-Predor's Leiutenant , so this obviously meant he was of great worth to her. I disagree that he is too soft on Why'nn - she deserves kind treatment , not only does she care about me , as well her life has been difficult enough to this point - but the Over-Predor's opinion isn't mine to disagree with. So he merely nodded assent as she laughed , and didn't adress it.


HK-50-01 found the idea of having no weapons only slightly daunting. He wouldn't be able to do it in the fashion he desired if he didn't have any sort of blade , but he didn't see any insurmountable challenge in clawing his way out. The Class-Four Assassination Droid was concerned that Reagan wouldn't be able to get out without any weapons , however. But did a Predor deserve a weak understudy? Especially the Greatest Predor Who Ever Lived - and Never Died at that. No , if she dies I'll expect to be compensated , but otherwise I'll accept it.


So he said four - five , if you count his prefixes - words in Basic. "Affirmation : As You Wish , Over-Predor." And quickly removed all the weapons adorning his frame. Then he struck off the Arm Blade with a chop - that would heal as soon as he went into a repair cycle anyway - and drained the Tibanna Gas from the wrist mounted blaster. Then he uttered a war cry in his default of Rakatani - meaning 'My Acsendancy Begins' , in a rough sense - and bounded into the Beast's maw , waiting until he was encased in it's digestive chambers.

 

[SeraphiumVirus]

(Saw my dudes I'm back from the treacherous journey that is the hospital ; I missed y'all so sorry if I'm slow, I'm a little behind ^^")


Location: Kaiserin


Who: Zeni, Arlight, Myself


What: Grunting at the fact I literally buried myself for like a week to prepare my body for intense potion making for Nishi, and making myself look like a student. Also I probably look like jailbait and low key wanna flirt with that cute boy at Nishi's door ( @Mad Prince of Sanity , @folclor )


Acantha came to consciousness with the pleasant feeling of dirt in her mouth and lungs, as well as the two Lundes sitting on her body. They had been dictating classes in her absence, and Acantha had decided it best to absorb all possible plant energy from this potent campus.


Acantha felt her hands rise from the dirt, and the Lundes lick it and exclaim how happy they were to see her well and alive. Acantha herself seemed quite invigorated, with plump skin, plentiful blush, and a very healthy glow accompanied with a smile that could dazzle. She knew her deceit would come in handy, she had handed off many years from her body, and appeared much more a teenager than the woman she was before.


She also reached over for her small fruit knife, and cut out the dirty knots and tangles in her hair, it going from waist length to just past her shoulders.


"Well, I've been out for an odd week, I suppose I could go to headmistress and see all that I need to do, and maybe get a new toy or two." She rose from the dirt, the plants turning to her as they would sunlight in efforts to greet her, and she shook herself clean of dirt. Oh Nishi would probably love her new look! So young, she could easily look like a student at this point.


She decided to have a little fun with this opportunity as well, donning a simple uniform she had the Lundes nick, and get a pair of glasses, knee high socks, and strap on Mary Janes. "Perfect. Now I can go mingle around with these students!"


While walking down the familiar hall to the office, she noticed a boy with a cane, and he seemed rather handsome. She smiled at him, waving and saying "How do you do sir? You seem new!", whilst flashing a smile.