Academy of Villains: Now With 200% More Multiverse [IC]

[Unified Free Lands]

"Because even though I haven't known you for long, I... I love you, Malik," Xavier replied, lying on her back. "I would take a bullet for you... How can I know that you would do the same if you also love someone else?"

"I wouldn't jump in front of a bullet for you as a first instinct," he responded. "I'd warp us out to another dimension instead if I could react fast enough. Which is certainly improving..." He hadn't traveled in a few days, so he swept his hand and a hole was shown, gravity slowly dragging him in while he swept in the opposite direction, closing it. "Of course I'd do the same! I'd do the same for both of you...what makes that so bad?"

"You cannot love two things... Or people. Maybe for now it will turn out alright, but one day you will have to choose," Xavier sighed. "You can't keep loving two girls forever."
There were tears welling in her eyes, but she wiped them away and it didn't show in her voice.

[Luminesa]

The boulder caught a couple of the soldiers and Tobias sent another two flying into the burning trees by exploding one of the floating balls of nanites that hovered around him. The rest of the soldiers pulled back, most retreating into the parts of the forest that weren't on fire.

Nightshade stood and thought for a moment. He had done plenty of fighting already, he wasn't sure if he should let the others escape...

"Heh. It's no fun if they get to tell on us, is it?" he muttered, with a smirk.

He then unfolded his wings, despite his armor, and he flew above the soldiers. He got into the forest before they did, and then he stood there and watched the group, as they unintentionally ran toward him.

[Unified Free Lands]

The boulder caught a couple of the soldiers and Tobias sent another two flying into the burning trees by exploding one of the floating balls of nanites that hovered around him. The rest of the soldiers pulled back, most retreating into the parts of the forest that weren't on fire.

Nightshade stood and thought for a moment. He had done plenty of fighting already, he wasn't sure if he should let the others escape...

"Heh. It's no fun if they get to tell on us, is it?" he muttered, with a smirk.

He then unfolded his wings, despite his armor, and he flew above the soldiers. He got into the forest before they did, and then he stood there and watched the group, as they unintentionally ran toward him.

One of the soldiers stopped in his tracks and raised his rifle, except instead of firing a bullet, it fired a large net that would make it impossible for Nightshade to fly if it hit him. The others all shot at him at the same time.

[Luminesa]

Nightshade stood and thought for a moment. He had done plenty of fighting already, he wasn't sure if he should let the others escape...

"Heh. It's no fun if they get to tell on us, is it?" he muttered, with a smirk.

He then unfolded his wings, despite his armor, and he flew above the soldiers. He got into the forest before they did, and then he stood there and watched the group, as they unintentionally ran toward him.

One of the soldiers stopped in his tracks and raised his rifle, except instead of firing a bullet, it fired a large net that would make it impossible for Nightshade to fly if it hit him. The others all shot at him at the same time.

He grinned darkly, and he summoned dark fire in his hands. He then shot the net, and the bullets bounced-off or got buried in the armor. Relatively untouched, he then rushed the group, and he proceeded to slash at them until they were unable to rise, unable to fight back because of their wounds.

[Kractero]

"I wouldn't jump in front of a bullet for you as a first instinct," he responded. "I'd warp us out to another dimension instead if I could react fast enough. Which is certainly improving..." He hadn't traveled in a few days, so he swept his hand and a hole was shown, gravity slowly dragging him in while he swept in the opposite direction, closing it. "Of course I'd do the same! I'd do the same for both of you...what makes that so bad?"

"You cannot love two things... Or people. Maybe for now it will turn out alright, but one day you will have to choose," Xavier sighed. "You can't keep loving two girls forever."
There were tears welling in her eyes, but she wiped them away and it didn't show in her voice.

He decides to break the awkwardness between them...or increase it, by pulling her into a hug. Maybe the first one they had. He wasn't sure if Aurora liked him the way Xavier did, but he would feel bad leaving either one out.

[Arstotzkas]

The boulder caught a couple of the soldiers and Tobias sent another two flying into the burning trees by exploding one of the floating balls of nanites that hovered around him. The rest of the soldiers pulled back, most retreating into the parts of the forest that weren't on fire.

Jen takes out another soldier by means of a deadly grenade, and spotting the soldiers retreating prepares to take action. With a rather bored sigh, she summons a large net above the retreating soldiers which would hope fully stop them from running any further. Turning to the others Jen calmly says to the group

"So uh, are we just supposed to capture them or kill them? Because I'm personally fine either way, I just need to know."

[Dilange]

Davenport turned to see her face, snickering a bit. "What is with that face? I guess some part of humanity are weird and disgusting but we are basically used to them by now." He straightened up his hair a bit before laying back down on the pillow. "So you typically dont wear clothes? That is a bit different that what most of us are used to."

"Well...the baser animals lick areas no self-respecting lady would. Being feline means my ancestors once did this in ages past, and thinking about it disgusts me. The lower breeds of my kind would wear clothes, as their fur is not as thick, and Thessia's weather can be harsh. The more thick-furred of us, the snow leopard breeds, the tiger breeds, and my own, have little need for such. Our fur would be like a thick jacket is to them. We shed it in the summer and grow it out for winter. It is our shield."

"I would not know anything about fur or grooming. I'm mostly in the confines of my armor unless I am strength training or about to sleep. Things that that are just a foreign concept to me really....especially someone with my history." Davenport said as he opened the packet of medication and swallowed it quickly.

[Taigawa]

"Well...the baser animals lick areas no self-respecting lady would. Being feline means my ancestors once did this in ages past, and thinking about it disgusts me. The lower breeds of my kind would wear clothes, as their fur is not as thick, and Thessia's weather can be harsh. The more thick-furred of us, the snow leopard breeds, the tiger breeds, and my own, have little need for such. Our fur would be like a thick jacket is to them. We shed it in the summer and grow it out for winter. It is our shield."

"I would not know anything about fur or grooming. I'm mostly in the confines of my armor unless I am strength training or about to sleep. Things that that are just a foreign concept to me really....especially someone with my history." Davenport said as he opened the packet of medication and swallowed it quickly.

"Nor will you need to understand it much. It is like hair, though what I consume and how old I am affects it's quality and gloss. It may be elegant and bright now, akin to a youthful face, but as I age over the decades, it will fade. Without access to the medical technology of my people, I age exactly like a human does. Without a suit of armor or our telemier theropy, my life span will be measured in decades. If I can but return to my people and get their telemier theropy, my life could be extended by centuries."

[Castle Crashers]

Caddie slowly opened her eyes, groaning as she did. She felt as if she'd been asleep forever...if it wasn't that long, then it certainly felt longer than usual. She sat up, her red hair a tangled mess from the way she'd slept. It was only when she checked a clock that she realized she'd slept in until around noon and jumped out of bed. She rushed to brush her hair and dress in normal clothes, already way behind the schedule she had set for herself. It was these times that she wished she'd start setting an alarm clock...regardless, she finished readying herself and hopped out of her room, starting the day with a bright albeit late attitude. She then started heading where she assumed the other students had congregated.

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Tyler, on the other hand, was relatively used to getting early starts--today was no such exception. He had gotten ready swiftly and quietly before heading out into Jupiter. He wondered what the day would bring, what would become of him and the others. If it was like any other day, then it'd simply be routine. Not that he minded that--anything was better than those two years spent running and rummaging cities. Anything. He sighed and took a seat somewhere, watching the few people who also happened to be up early pass.

[Sunken Island of Rhinomuraena]

"I don't really know... stronger dreamwalking? Better control over my dreamwalking? Or just having no dreamwalking at all and being able to remember stuff past two weeks..." Iscalis realizes something, blushing black in embarrassment. "Oh... you meant for food... not... nevermind. Um... rotisserie chicken." She puts her face in her hands. "Sorry."

"Oh, that's okay," Zalae responded, pressing a few buttons on the machine before scrolling down. "His manual never gave me a shortcut to this...so it always takes me a while to find the food." He passes it, going back up. "Ah...there it is." He taps it, and immediately, the top bulb of the machine began shaking. Zalae took a dish out of the rack at the precise moment it spit out a rotisserie chicken. "The process might a bit gross...but it's authentic food. Has his magic in it."

Iscalis takes the dish and chicken, but doesn't eat, just staring at the ground for a time. "I'm not... used to eating with people... I'm not sure what I'm allowed or supposed to do without causing offense..."

[Galnius]

"Nothing, nothing", replied Melanie dismissively. Feeling the pinch, she recoiled as if she had seen a poisonous snake. "OW!" She said, glaring at Millosm. "Was that really necessary?!" She said quite annoyed. "I was just having a good time too."

Disappointed, Millosm frowned. "Must not have taken full effect yet.. Ah well! So, are you going to come spot me at wherever the gym is, or are you going to take me somewhere fun? Somewhere I can get rid of all this friggen energy?" He then squinted his eyes at her and began to eye her up and down. "You know, worst case scenario, I may be able to bench press you.." He then flashed that cocky grin of his. "What do you think of that, doll?" He topped it all off with a wink in her direction.

Melanie shrugged, completely unsure what to do at this point. "Well, I think the gym is near the starboard, but I have never been there myself. There is also an empty room for more...destructive things." She thought back to training in precision with her abilities, where she was taken to what LOOKED like a glass room. If that was glass, she was a rabbit though. When you miss the first ten times by a wide margin and cause a miniature explosion on the walls and they don't break, especially when using radioactive energy, one would think glass would break. "And don't call me doll. I am not yer plaything ye bastard."

[The Klausians]

Disappointed, Millosm frowned. "Must not have taken full effect yet.. Ah well! So, are you going to come spot me at wherever the gym is, or are you going to take me somewhere fun? Somewhere I can get rid of all this friggen energy?" He then squinted his eyes at her and began to eye her up and down. "You know, worst case scenario, I may be able to bench press you.." He then flashed that cocky grin of his. "What do you think of that, doll?" He topped it all off with a wink in her direction.

Melanie shrugged, completely unsure what to do at this point. "Well, I think the gym is near the starboard, but I have never been there myself. There is also an empty room for more...destructive things." She thought back to training in precision with her abilities, where she was taken to what LOOKED like a glass room. If that was glass, she was a rabbit though. When you miss the first ten times by a wide margin and cause a miniature explosion on the walls and they don't break, especially when using radioactive energy, one would think glass would break. "And don't call me doll. I am not yer plaything ye bastard."

Millosm retracted his entire outlook, his face turning red and his grin turning into a look of disgust. "Now that was not what was supposed to be implied! Plaything.. Do I look like a pervert to you?!" He then moved his eyes slightly to the left. "Shut up, I did not ask for your input.." He said, as if in reply to someone. He then moved his eyes back into focus on her eyes. "Alright, we are going to go to the gym first, and then we shall head into this um.. Empty room of yours.. Does that sound like a plan?"

[Kractero]

"Oh, that's okay," Zalae responded, pressing a few buttons on the machine before scrolling down. "His manual never gave me a shortcut to this...so it always takes me a while to find the food." He passes it, going back up. "Ah...there it is." He taps it, and immediately, the top bulb of the machine began shaking. Zalae took a dish out of the rack at the precise moment it spit out a rotisserie chicken. "The process might a bit gross...but it's authentic food. Has his magic in it."

Iscalis takes the dish and chicken, but doesn't eat, just staring at the ground for a time. "I'm not... used to eating with people... I'm not sure what I'm allowed or supposed to do without causing offense..."

"That's okay...but I'll tell you basics. Uh, basically just use silverware," he handed her a fork, spoon, and napkin. "Don't be messy or get it over yourself, and if you do, wipe it on a napkin." He creates himself a small salad, sitting on the dining table. "Come up here, it's more comfortable."

[Doughertania]

Justice

"Thanks, and uh... This is Patrick, he's part of the harem for the week," Justice said, stretching the truth but not feeling like elaborating on what Patrick actually did. "Things aren't going to be awkward between you two, right?"

Patrick O'Bannon
Patrick looked over at the boy, who he hadn't seen much of really. Whenever he came over to Justice's room before, Pat would be hard at work with whatever assignment he was told to do. When she asked if things would be awkward, Pat shook his head profusely. "N-no Mistress. My job is to s-serve you to the best of my ability. If you want O-Oliver around, then I will be ok with it."

"I-is there something you require, M-mistress? O-or shall I go back to by papers?" He had been fairly diligent with his work, ensuring that she was passing with high marks. The only way he could do better was if he actually went to the classes, but he never left Justice's side unless she allowed him to, and she never really went to class, he made do with the textbooks and notes. It wasn't as varied or excited as working with Venus, but Justice seemed pleased with his work, which meant he was doing a good job.

[Sunken Island of Rhinomuraena]

Iscalis takes the dish and chicken, but doesn't eat, just staring at the ground for a time. "I'm not... used to eating with people... I'm not sure what I'm allowed or supposed to do without causing offense..."

"That's okay...but I'll tell you basics. Uh, basically just use silverware," he handed her a fork, spoon, and napkin. "Don't be messy or get it over yourself, and if you do, wipe it on a napkin." He creates himself a small salad, sitting on the dining table. "Come up here, it's more comfortable."

She joins him at the table. Not coming up with anything to talk about, Iscalis eats in quiet for a while, trying to keep neat. "So... what do you want to talk about?"

[CoraSpia]

Jonas

Jonas loved annoying Daemon. It was something he was extremely good at, and something he took pleasure in doing often. As he tried to remove his leg from his shoulder, the huge spider quickly moved it left and up, tickling under his chin.

Karl

It'd had taken nearly half an hour for Karl to make the breakfast, after showering alone. He entered the room, baring it on a silver tray towards where Marissa was still waiting.
"Your breakfast," he said, mockingly bowing to her. "Don't get it all over the bed this time, will you?"

[CoraSpia]

Mattie

Mattie loved killing things. The fact that he could make what he was carrying change size with him aided him a lot as he became a tiny fly which made short work of the distance between him and the retreating soldiers. When in range, he quickly changed back and fired his rocket launcher at the group, trying to ensure that no one got away.

[Galnius]

Melanie shrugged, completely unsure what to do at this point. "Well, I think the gym is near the starboard, but I have never been there myself. There is also an empty room for more...destructive things." She thought back to training in precision with her abilities, where she was taken to what LOOKED like a glass room. If that was glass, she was a rabbit though. When you miss the first ten times by a wide margin and cause a miniature explosion on the walls and they don't break, especially when using radioactive energy, one would think glass would break. "And don't call me doll. I am not yer plaything ye bastard."

Millosm retracted his entire outlook, his face turning red and his grin turning into a look of disgust. "Now that was not what was supposed to be implied! Plaything.. Do I look like a pervert to you?!" He then moved his eyes slightly to the left. "Shut up, I did not ask for your input.." He said, as if in reply to someone. He then moved his eyes back into focus on her eyes. "Alright, we are going to go to the gym first, and then we shall head into this um.. Empty room of yours.. Does that sound like a plan?"

Melanie sighed, walking towards the door slowly. "If we get lost I'm throwing you off the airship, got it?" She said. Then she frowned. Why does nothing feel natural anymore. Oh well. At a loss, she tried to be as natural as possible, smiling shyly. "And please don't bench press me. I...have a fear of falling."

[The Klausians]

Melanie sighed, walking towards the door slowly. "If we get lost I'm throwing you off the airship, got it?" She said. Then she frowned. Why does nothing feel natural anymore. Oh well. At a loss, she tried to be as natural as possible, smiling shyly. "And please don't bench press me. I...have a fear of falling."

Millosm let out a loud laugh. "You have a fear of falling?! What kind of person is afraid of falling?!" He let out another series of laughs. "That is rich.. But you don't have to worry about that. You honestly aren't flat enough for me to bench press. And you probably don't weigh enough for me to gain anything from it.. And even if you did, I wouldn't drop you. I never drop anything, and when I do drop something, I always catch it." He let out a smile and began to look around as they walked.

[Kingdom of Irhk]

After witnessing the scene at the cafeteria, Shadow knew that he wasn't get more information just by observing. He would have to talk to Dagon later, and he hoped that Dagon didn't accept the pill. Yes, in Shadow's view, he was crazy: But he hoped that he wasn't crazy to the point of taking a pill of an AI that was in a place called Academy of Villains.

So, he decided to change his focus. A duo, man and woman, started walking out. By what he could hear of the conversation, they were heading to some kind of gym. Uniting what was good for him with what was good for the mission, he decided to follow them. But he couldn't work out in his suit.

He went back to his bedroom, changing to a more appropriate outfit composed of a black shirt, pants and sneakers. He felt discomfort using a normal outfit, mostly due to his operative suit being almost his second skin. The lack of the mask bothered him, but he was already used to it.

So, he went back to the corridors of the Academy, calmly following the duo pretending that he was going to a routine workout at the gym.

[Dilange]

"I would not know anything about fur or grooming. I'm mostly in the confines of my armor unless I am strength training or about to sleep. Things that that are just a foreign concept to me really....especially someone with my history." Davenport said as he opened the packet of medication and swallowed it quickly.

"Nor will you need to understand it much. It is like hair, though what I consume and how old I am affects it's quality and gloss. It may be elegant and bright now, akin to a youthful face, but as I age over the decades, it will fade. Without access to the medical technology of my people, I age exactly like a human does. Without a suit of armor or our telemier theropy, my life span will be measured in decades. If I can but return to my people and get their telemier theropy, my life could be extended by centuries."

"Do you prefer living for centuries? I could only see that as torment, but hell me and you are not the same person or species so I do not see the use of living for hundreds of years at a time." Davenport looked over at her, before picking up the helm portion of his combat armor. "So your armor helps give an element of this telemier theropy? How is that possible? Inhibitors or some sort of micro-injections?"

[Kractero]

Jonas

Jonas loved annoying Daemon. It was something he was extremely good at, and something he took pleasure in doing often. As he tried to remove his leg from his shoulder, the huge spider quickly moved it left and up, tickling under his chin.

Karl

It'd had taken nearly half an hour for Karl to make the breakfast, after showering alone. He entered the room, baring it on a silver tray towards where Marissa was still waiting.
"Your breakfast," he said, mockingly bowing to her. "Don't get it all over the bed this time, will you?"

"Thanks Karl," Marissa said, adjusting her hair a bit before taking the tray from him and taking a bite.

[Kractero]

"That's okay...but I'll tell you basics. Uh, basically just use silverware," he handed her a fork, spoon, and napkin. "Don't be messy or get it over yourself, and if you do, wipe it on a napkin." He creates himself a small salad, sitting on the dining table. "Come up here, it's more comfortable."

She joins him at the table. Not coming up with anything to talk about, Iscalis eats in quiet for a while, trying to keep neat. "So... what do you want to talk about?"

He finishes the salad relatively quickly, as he had chosen a small portion. He returned with a glass of water, from the machine as well, and quietly watched her eat...even if awkward. "Um...where are you from? Does that work?"

[Unified Free Lands]

A mysterious stranger walked out of the trees, wearing a mask and cloak that made it impossible to tell the gender of the wearer. "My advice is to run," the stranger said, their voice manipulated by the mask. "While you can..."

[Taigawa]

"Nor will you need to understand it much. It is like hair, though what I consume and how old I am affects it's quality and gloss. It may be elegant and bright now, akin to a youthful face, but as I age over the decades, it will fade. Without access to the medical technology of my people, I age exactly like a human does. Without a suit of armor or our telemier theropy, my life span will be measured in decades. If I can but return to my people and get their telemier theropy, my life could be extended by centuries."

"Do you prefer living for centuries? I could only see that as torment, but hell me and you are not the same person or species so I do not see the use of living for hundreds of years at a time." Davenport looked over at her, before picking up the helm portion of his combat armor. "So your armor helps give an element of this telemier theropy? How is that possible? Inhibitors or some sort of micro-injections?"

"A longer, fuller life is the aspiration of everyone that calls themselves Thessian. More time, the ability to reproduce more, more production of resources and more time to devote to the advancement of science and technological advancement. This is why my civilization is so powerful. Telemiers are structures within DNA that shorten gradually every time a cell divides and eventually they disappear, triggering systematic deterioration. We found a way to slow that process to a crawl. The science behind the Forerunner Combat Armor is yet to be fully understood, So I am unable to give you a definate answee."