Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Why'nn


What I'm doing: Teaching


"Good." As they started going over he had anticipated her not wanting to release the weapon, so he went with her momentum. Her knee came close to making contact with his groin, but as he rolled forward his back arched and legs curled up and back. The moment she was on her back, he was in a full handstand on the haft of the scythe. He was smiling looking down at her, not expecting her to be able support his weight.


If she could he would spring off the weapon, pushing downward hard, to land above her head. If she couldn't, he would bring his knees down into her stomach, pinning the shaft to her neck.

 

[folclor]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: The sensei


What I'm doing: REALLY regretting doing this


Her frame was too small, strength too little. She could not support his weight. The wounds on her sides reopened as his knees hit her stomach, forcing the air out of her. Struggling in an attempt to push him back, she glared up at him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of crying out.


A thought came into her mind, then, and she realized she might still be able to us more of her previous training. Quickly, Why'nn moved her hand to touch the sensei's. Feeling the power granted her by her god flow through her, she pushed it into him. He would feel a wave of numbness and be unable to function for a few sections. If she was lucky he would be forced backward off of her. If she wasn't, she'd still use the few seconds she had to push him off of her and regain her composure.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Why'nn


What I'm doing: Teaching


The sensei felt the cool wave of magical energy pass over him. He hadn't expected her to have access to any magical abilities, her file had said she had only begun training in it. His mind began to fog, and he could feel his limbs grow heavy, he knew he couldn't be close to her until his body was his again. As quickly as he his numb limbs could act he rolled forward over her head and got to his feet into a ready stance, forcing the numbing magic from him.

 

[folclor]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: The sensei


What I'm doing: Fighting


Rolling away from him, she regained her footing and gripped her weapon. Her uniform shirt clung to her sides, wet with blood. Taking advantage of the few seconds, she rushed him, swinging her blade toward him. Hopefully she would catch him with the sharp end this time. She'd have to be careful about his agility, though.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Why'nn


What I'm doing: Teaching


Still feeling the effects of her magical attack, the sensei was aware she was moving to attack him. 'Good, use my distraction.' Seeing her step into the swing and bring the blade in at him, the monk stepped into the attack, bringing both arms up. His forearms vertical and next to each other, striking the shaft of the scythe hard, sending vibrations down its length, he starred into Why'nn's, feeling his mind clear.

 

[folclor]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: The sensei


What I'm doing: Losing


She trembled at the blow, wincing as the vibrations reached her. That was uncomfortable. She took a step back before retaliating, deftly switching hands and striking from the other side. It was a bit lucky most of her teachers were right-handed as she was able to learn how to wield her weapon in both her dominant and off-hand that way. If her attack failed again she'd have to retreat a bit as she didn't want to be pinned again.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Why'nn


What I'm doing: Teaching


Seeing her quickly and easily switch hands he nodded. But as she stepped back he moved with her, staying inside her weapons reach. "You're relying on your reach too much." The monk said as he snapped his right foot out like a viper striking. His heel was aiming to strike her left hip, if it connected the force of the blow would be enough to shatter her hip, or at least dislocate it. His left arm came up to deflect and trap he shaft against his ribs, taking the blow in order to secure the scythe.

 

[folclor]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: The sensei


What I'm doing: Losing badly


Her eyes went wide as she felt the impact. Choking back a cry of pain as the bone shattered, she knew she now needed her weapon both as defense and a crutch. But the weapon was caught and she didn't have the leverage or the strength to pull it free. Tears stung her eyes as she attempted to use her left leg. It would crumple under her if she put weight on it, she knew.


Well, if she couldn't hurt him with the scythe and he preferred to stay close, she only had one option. Pulling herself forward, she reached out in an attempt to grab hold of him.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Why'nn


What I'm doing: Teaching


Frowning at her continued attempts to attack him, but very impressed by her inner strength. That kick would have finished, and had finished, almost other student. He watched as she held back tears of pain, he had been right; she was determined.


The sensei let his student crawl her way closer, but this fight was over and when she reached out to grab him his free right hand grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in. His head snapping forward, the crown of his brow at the edge of his hairline, connected solidly with the space between her eyes. She would not realize it or even feel the impact. What would be heard by the other students would be a wet cracking noise, as Why'nn's skull caved in.


As she body fell to the floor Delrick waved Valian to collect the body. Turning to address to students, some of whom would be in shock at having just witnessed what would be their first death. "There is an enchantment on this arena that does not allow for anyone to die here." The man waved his hand toward the fallen girl. "You can get hurt, break bones, be cut, stabbed or any other number of injuries. But you cannot die in this arena, at the killing blow you will be rendered unconscious. After that the fight is over and you will be taken to the nurse for treatment."


The sensei dropped the scythe and walked calmly to his coffee, steam still coming from it. Taking a sip he turned and faced the group of students. "What was something miss Canthet could've done better?"


A student steps forward, looking a little nervous. "uh, she, um could've not fought you?" He grinned a little, and stepped back into the group. Delrick nods, choosing not to answer that student. A younger girl steps up, her arms crossed in front of her. "Well she could have stepped away from you, and used the reach of the stick thing better, you were always to close to use it." The sensei nodded. 'I'll keep an on you and see if that attitude pays off.' "You are correct, if you use a weapon that can keep an opponent at a distance." Turning to look around the room. "Use it to do that, if they get close, step away." Pointing to the scythe then to the wall of weapons. "Use that to your advantage."

 

[folclor]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: the sensei and the second years


What I'm doing: my job


Valian nodded, entering the pit and gently lifting the younger student from the blood quickly pooling around her. Strange, he hadn't seen her get cut. Still, she had no chance against the sensei, that much was clear.


He carried her surprisingly light body down to the infirmary and placed her on a bed, watching to make sure one of the nurses attended her before heading back.

 

[Vsland]

Location: Arena


Who I'm with: Sensei what's his face


What I'm doing: Being disgusted


After Zero accepted the whole multiverse class thing, he decided to take another stroll around the grounds. Soccer was fun, but being told by the teacher he wouldn't be the coach was a bummer. Aodh had to be the captain of the team, not the coach! Ball in his hand, he entered the arena to see a student fighting a teacher. Not knowing the whole story, Zero only saw an adult beating up on a young girl. Even if he didn't have the hatred towards adults already, he would have gotten pissed at the site. Anyone in their right minds would. Clenching his fist, he stormed in.


"I've got an answer for ya!" He shouted down to the teacher. "Well, it's more like what you should have done better like, I dunno, give her a few more weeks of training! Or, hey, how about going easy on her! I mean, look at her! Enchantment or not, you're still ten times stronger then her." Zero then begun to mumble to himself. "People like you make me sick." Then he remembered what the other person said. Zero would enjoy battle class and could use the soccer ball as a weapon. Time to test that theory.


Throwing the ball up into the air, Zero jumped up towards the soccer ball and kicked it towards the teacher, holding back to find out more about the teacher. Reflexes, strength, speed, all things important to a fight. Of course, he had his hissatsu techniques which is much more powerful than a normal shot, but he didn't even use his full force. As the ball got closer, Zero shouted down to the man. "That's my weapon of choice. It's called a soccer ball." With that, he walked down to where the students were meant to train. "Oh, don't mind me." With a smirk, Aodh stood there, slouched and not looking engaged. Of course, he was well aware of his surroundings. Being a soccer player, you had to.

 

[countrygirl824]

Location: Arcane magic classroom


Who I'm with: John


What I'm doing: Talking


Ashley looked at John "So should I go to my room then?" Ashley asked. She smiled at her puppy she still wondered how the heck the dog got there in the first place. She sure was glad to see her little friend again though. She has always loved animals and wouldn't know what to do if one wasn't around at all.

 

[billthesomething]

Location: Arcane magic classroom
Who I'm with: John


What I'm doing: Talking


Ashley looked at John "So should I go to my room then?" Ashley asked. She smiled at her puppy she still wondered how the heck the dog got there in the first place. She sure was glad to see her little friend again though. She has always loved animals and wouldn't know what to do if one wasn't around at all.

"You're a Second year?. ah think you're supposed to strolling towards the arena" John stood up and decided to halt his cleaning to escort Ashley towards the Arena "Come on then"

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: 2nd years


What I'm doing: Teaching


Hearing the anger in the young man's voice Delrick turned to face him, looking up from the floor of the pit. Standing calmly and sipping his coffee he listened and let the student finish his tirade.


"Mr Zero, the whole point of this class is to train, and if you'd bothered to be here on time you'd have learned this." He set his coffee down and continued. "Now if you don't have any useful suggestions on how Miss Canthet could have improved her technique..." The monk watched as the ball cane flying towards him. 'So much anger, that could be a strength and will be a weakness.' Instead of dodging easily, or blocking, or even outright destroying the ball. The sensei headbutted the ball into the air and as it came down, started to juggle it on his knees. "Yes, Mr Zero, I am aware that this is called a soccer ball in your realm." Stopping the ball to balance out on his knee, the man waved his hand toward Aodh. "It is a rule that all new students will fight me in the first week or so of class. It is so I can judge and gauge what combat style is suited for you." Delrick pointed to the floor of the pit. "It's your turn Mr Zero." The ball fell to the floor and under his foot, waiting for angry student to join him. 'Let's see if you can work some of that anger into a useful resource.'

 

[folclor]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: the second years and the sensei


What I'm doing: watching


Valian returned, taking his place by the door, just in time to see what was happening. 'Oh no...'. He knew Zero was a second year, but he hadn't anticipated the younger boy calling out the teacher. It would be difficult for him to keep from stepping in, but he would do so.


Location: The library


Who I'm with: The dammed owl


What I'm doing: Collecting the necessary items


Nishira glared at the owl as she reentered the library. It was a pest she'd rid herself of, if she could. Still, as she noticed the pile of books, ones she would enjoy, she began to realize the librarian would not have chosen this selection.





"I suppose I have you to thank?" she asked, eyeing the owl. "Let it never be said I do not give thanks where it is due. Thank you."

 

[gojikins]

Location: The library.


Who I'm with: Nishira and the Owl.


What I'm doing: Correcting the inner workings.


The tiny owl stared through the headmistress, as if the thought of acknowledging the female on the surface was far below this creature. One would swear that a wave of smug superiority filled the entire room for but a moment. Any further interaction with the bird would be cut off by a far away echoing voice from above.


"She is very good at her job you know! I venture to guess she could easily run this place on her own if she felt like it."


When Nishira looks up she would see that the room was impossibly tall. The shelves looked like they went on for miles and miles straight up in the air! The higher reaches floating about in a hurried fashion as if trying to find the most efficient configuration for data aggregation. If one peered too long it would likely feel as if they could tumble upwards and away from the laws of gravity. Moving along a few of these floating shelves was the librarian, conducting the traffic while gingerly hopping from shelf to shelf.


The dark spec stopped for a moment to call down once again "I get the feeling that personal interaction with the patrons, past the usual judgement, is absolutely abhorrent to her." Although he was shouting down, the voice that reached the headmistress would sound more like an in person chat. "Will that be all for today young miss?" The accent danced across her ear from the left mockingly.

 

[folclor]

Location: The library


Who I'm with: Quill and the Owl


What I'm doing: Not sure yet.


"On that I sympathize," Nishira muttered under her breath. "I may return if my efforts with a certain project prove... too complicated to puzzle out without more research." As she moved to pick up the books and supplies she noticed a certain novel in the middle of the pile that had nothing to do with necromancy, nor anything she'd asked for.


"Is this your idea of a joke?" she growled, pulling the romance novel out of the stack. Holding the book out, she glared up at the librarian.

 

[gojikins]

Location: The library.


Who I'm with: Nishira and the Owl.


What I'm doing: Offering an opinion.


From behind and to the left of the headmistress Quill lowered his head so that it would be parallel to hers, joining her in looking back at the position he was previously shouting to her from. He waited for a moment before commenting with a somewhat perplexed "What are we looking at?" understanding that startling someone in the middle of a heated discussion usually resulted in the flailing of limbs the librarian kicked off the ground and drifted a couple feet further back.


"There is no need to have such a look miss Aurous. I do not judge you for your entertainment requirements." The librarian gave a gentle wave of his hand as if to guide smoke away from the two of them. "If you would rather re-read a book you have previously borrowed that matched this vein of interest I could easily pull up your history and deliver it to you." There was a partial hoot from the other side of the library as if the tiny bird were stifling a fit of laughter. As the seconds passed the desk appeared to be further and further away from the headmistress along with the librarian "Would you rather I search for an older one? or are you willing to take on this new adventure?" As his voice cut the air the library appeared to snap back into it's default dimensions and the distance between the two closed once more.

 

[folclor]

Location: The Library


Who I'm with: Quill and the Owl


What I'm doing: Stifling my rage


Her glare intensified as the distance closed. Muttering to herself, she stuffed the rest of the necromancy books and her components into her bag of holding, leaving the erotic novel on the table. "I never checked out anything beyond research books. You have always attempted or managed to slip in one of your inane selections. Why you think I like these things is beyond me." 'Perhaps,' her subconscious mind chimed in, 'it's because he's been to your private quarters and seen your own collection.'





As she held no blood, her cheeks could not color in embarrassment or rage. In that instant she held both. When the academy was just beginning, in her 'younger' years, Nishira often allowed herself to enjoy the pleasures of fiction. Now she didn't feel she had the luxury and she didn't wish any of her subordinates to know of her preference.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: 2nd years


What I'm doing: Teaching


He was only the smaller bit disappointed when he watched Mr. Zero turn and walk out of the arena. 'I suppose it was too much to expect you step into the arena.' He began juggling the soccer ball on his knees, looking around the gathered students. "If there is no one else who wishes to learn what they do not know, all of you explore the room." Popping the ball up to soon on his index finger. "All weapons in this room are real and I encourage you to pick up and feel the weight and balance of them."


Waking over to his coffee cup, steam still rising from it, he took a sip as he slowly levitated out of the pit. "The rest of class will be your own exploration of these weapons. But tomorrow, two of you fight each other." The sensei walked around the class, helping students to properly hold weapons, never one telling a student that they should choose a different one. He'd seen plenty of beings wield weapons that he would've thought unsuited for them.

 

[folclor]

Time: 7:14 PM


What the Students should be doing: Free Time


What the Teachers should be doing: Free Time


Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Delrick


What I'm Doing: Speaking to Delrick


Nishira stepped into the Arena and regarded the monk. The blood that had dried to the pit's floor was unsightly, even if the lich did love it. "You know, John likely will not be pleased," she purred, approaching the teacher.


Location: The Cafeteria


Who I'm With: No one


What I'm Doing: Staring at my food


Valian pushed his food around on the plate, not entirely hungry. He knew he should eat, but he didn't have an appetite. It was always tough for him on the first day back. He missed home, wondered how his sister was doing, and didn't entirely enjoy hurting the other students. He tended to excel in the small arms and hand to hand combat classes, but causing physical harm to other students was difficult. He still had blood on his pants from his opponent.


Location: Infirmary


Who I'm With: I don't know


What I'm Doing: Waking up


Why'nn could barely open her eyes. Her head was wrapped in bandages, she could feel the pressure, as was much of her lower body. She wanted to move, but her body bade her rest.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm With: Nishira


What I'm Doing: Speaking to Nishira


Delrick looked to the headmistress, and gave a small bow out of respect. "That may be true, but it comes with the job." He waved to the pit. "Without pain there cannot be knowledge. And without knowledge there will be no victory." The monk set his coffee cup down and pulled a small pipe from his robes and began puffing on it.

 

[folclor]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Delrick


What I'm doing: having a discussion


She nodded. The janitor should be used to it by now. "How did your little bird do today? Everything you'd hoped for?" She circled him. The monk was a peculiar addition to her menagerie of beings. Strangely willing to do as she asked with very little prompting. In fact, she had almost kept from binding him, but she figured she'd be safe rather than give him a chance to change his mind down the road.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Nishira


What I'm doing: having a discussion


He blew a small square smoke ring as he thought about her question. "She still shows potential. Her technique obviously needs help, but even when she was clearly beaten and overmatched she kept fighting." He tapped to pipe on his chin. "With the proper training she will be quite the fighter. She's found of the scythe and has rudimentary training with it." He paused and tilted head, as if remembering something. "She was also able to call upon some sort of magical ability, though her record indicated she hadn't been formally trained yet." The monk slowly nodded his head. 'If she's smart enough, given time, she could pose a threat to almost anyone.' Delrick had never cared for one moral or political ideal over another. The pursuit combat perfection was all that mattered. And spreading that through all of his students was the best way to accomplish that goal. Death cared not who our or what you believed in, it would come for you all the same.

 

[folclor]

Location: The Arena


Who I'm with: Delrick


What I'm doing: Discussing possibilities


Nishira nodded, coming to a stop in front of him. "Would she be a good addition? You don't currently have an apprentice. If you believe you can train her well I will bind her to you." The lich paused and considered his words. "No. No formal training, but it is possible she formed a connection with a god before she was sent here. Her file mentioned she was raised in a temple." Another pause, this one longer. Then, "Describe the magic presented."