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Fantasy Sunbreaker Institute of Villainy - Main

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"I think that it's a bit pathetic. The concept of 'villainy' here is a bit immature, and I'm not excited to get to know anyone who considers themselves a villain." He said matter-of-factly.
 
Francis: Of course, I hadn't actually expected him to give such a straightforward answer.
"To me, the idea of self-identifying evil is foreign. Like, I've seen it on the news and all, but everyone I knew who I considered evil, I don't think any of them thought they were as harmful as they really were."
 
Bishop rolled his eyes. "My parents identify as evil and are villains. So they want me to be. It's not really my thing, but whatever. The people i've met who identified as evil were always just cliche school bullies who evolved into adults and peaked in high school." He scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning forward a little as they walked.
"Gross."
 
He groaned and stopped walking. "A few YEARS." He sighed again. "...Okay, i'm just gonna follow you. I don't know where i'm going."
 
Adrius stopped laughing. "Now that you think about it, you have a point. You might have a bloody point. Hell, I think one of the teachers might not care what we do." He laughed again. "Nah. They probably don't give a damn about us!" ( StrixDesmodus StrixDesmodus )
 
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Caoimhe sighed. Now someone was passed out and hypnotized. Nice. Caoimhe went and picked Illya up and put her on one of the beds in the nurse's office. She could easily tell that the necklace Angela had put on her was some sort of dangerous magic.

"That's a very powerful curse for a Heroine. Not that I'm judging." Caoimhe said to Angela.
 
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Angela smiled at Caoimhe. “It is powerful, but it is not a curse.” She answered, her voice carrying a sing-song tone. “Submission to God is Freedom.” She explained, as if that made perfect sense of her actions. She looked at the girl again. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I recognize you..” she stated. “I’m Angela Valois.”
 
Francis: "Good point. And sure,"
With that, I took the lead until we reached a door that wasn't closed.
"Think we should go in?"
Sterling: "Yeah, probably not. I mean, maybe they'd go after us if we'd try to escape, though."
Sam: I gave a short, blasting, nervous laugh. "Well that's contradictory."
 
Francis: Upon entry, the first thing I noticed was the multitude of cooking eqipment. And floating papers. And a floating tabby cat in a spiked collar.
Scratchwick: "What do you want?" I said, turning around with my back arched, a sight I'm sure looked even more intimidating in midair.
 
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Bishop stepped in with him, tilting his head and glancing around before looking at the cat for a moment. "....Uh." He looked at Francis. "Just.. Wandering."
 
Sterling: "I don't care to find out the hard way, that's for sure."
Francis: "Yeah, just wandering." I said meekly, looking back at Bishop.
Scratchwick: "Well, whatever." I turned back to my papers, most of which were student files.
 
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"Well I think anything that forces someone into a mindset is a curse." Caoimhe said. "Anyways I'm Caoimhe. Nice to meet you."
 
Sterling: "I'm not. I figure they're giving us time to unpack, and find our way around and stuff. Speaking of which, want to go check to see if the bag pile went down? Maybe my bags will actually be visible now."
 
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Angela smiled at Caoimhe again. “You May believe what you’d like..” she said. “But I’m saving Ilya’s soul. I’m doing her a favor. I’m meant to save everyone.”
 
"You are?" Caoimhe questioned. "As in an actual seer or magical creature told you or you just believe that you are."

Caoimhe was skeptical. But then again most people would be. This girl was delusional, incredibly so. Caoimhe was almost certain that Angela could pass off a cataclysmic event she had caused as some sort of fate or divine judgment.
 
Angela let out a loud noblewoman’s laugh, holding a hand over her mouth. “Oh ho ho ho!”
After she recovered, she spoke to the girl again. “I don’t require the guidance of swindlers or animals to know what I am.” She grinned broadly. “You can simply see it. Am I not beautiful? Am I not the grace?”
She appraised Caoimhe again. “Surely you can see it, can’t you? Have you repented your sins?”
 
"You are quite pretty, but I'm a fey and if you didn't know we are often known for or supposedly otherworldly beauty." Caoimhe said, her wings giving an exaggerated flutter as she did.
"And my sins? I don't really want to repent my sins ever. I came to this school to be a villain." Caoimhe added.
 
Sterling: I went to the luggage pile, this time finding my stuff with ease, as what was on top of it was now gone. I got it, and went back to the dorm room.
"So, what kinds of classes do you think they have? This seems like a pretty big place, so I'm betting we'll have a gazillion options.
Sam: I gritted my teeth as I got closer to my escape. This conversation was nerve wracking. Finally, I was able to dash down the hallway until I ran into a couch like an idiot.
 

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