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

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Orson kept himself awake for as long as he could in his state. He scrambled up to his feet, placing his back and elbows to the wall for support. Blood still stained his gray polo shirt, and the wounds were still rather painful. Desperate, he contemplated ripping them out using his telekinetic powers. However, he still retained some strength, it would seem, and so he decided against the notion.

He now honed his sights on Saira, squinting his eyes. A voice, weary and weakened, would appear in her head, unless she somehow had a strong mental blockade.

"Leave them be. They'll handle whatever needs to be done. Can you help me? Please? I need assistance."

Orson hoped that the message would be received by her, closing his eyes as the pain continued to gradually register.

Saira was already by his side, trying to keep him awake. She didn't register his message due to her own raging inner thoughts. "Oh, you have to keep awake, friend!" she said in Russian, slapping him lightly. "Uhm... I do not know medicine! Help!"

[Charlia]

"Oh, that won't help you," she said with a laugh, slicing several of the bullets in half and ducking under most of the rest. Except for one unfortunate bullet that caught her in the shoulder. She wasn't happy about that.

She kept closing in on him, waiting for the opportune moment to strike him down.

Abrir ran down a long hallway, peppering shots behind him, eventually reaching the end and turning a corner for protection. He kept firing shots down the hallway, knowing she was coming.

One of the bullets hit her again, clipping her leg, and another one carved an interesting furrow into her side.

She didn't care. She was too angry to care.

She just continued to attack, attack, attack, chasing him down. She was going to kill him, and enjoy every moment of it.

[Galnius]

"What strategy? I never have one. And honestly... I'm being on Benedicta to kill the arsonist, but for the arsonist to kill him in the end. Personally..." Salazar moved a bishop to a protected side for check. "...I don't even think Seamus makes it there in time."

"Hah! Seamus will be there three days before he needs to be. He needs to set up his roost, after all. A sniper needs his time and preparation. Like a fine wine..." Coilin said, moving a rook to protect his own.

Keeping his bishop where it was, Salazar moved a room to challenge Coilin's. "Don't make this easy for me. As for Seamus, I fear him being a sniper is exactly the issue here. Remember the years ago, the incident with the former governer of the area? He lived, but the target is none other than the one whom orchestrated the shooting. He is quite paranoid of snipers for that reason..."

[CoraSpia]

Mattie's medicine skill was similarly non-existent, and so he decided he'd probably be better suited helping Raven, and so he smiled as he maintained his position overhead.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

"Hah! Seamus will be there three days before he needs to be. He needs to set up his roost, after all. A sniper needs his time and preparation. Like a fine wine..." Coilin said, moving a rook to protect his own.

Keeping his bishop where it was, Salazar moved a room to challenge Coilin's. "Don't make this easy for me. As for Seamus, I fear him being a sniper is exactly the issue here. Remember the years ago, the incident with the former governer of the area? He lived, but the target is none other than the one whom orchestrated the shooting. He is quite paranoid of snipers for that reason..."

Coilin chuckled. "Just watch Seamus work. Here's what I'll bet... The arsonist dies first, and then it will either be Benedicta or Seamus..." he said, nodding.

Coilin moved his bishop to take the opposing rook.

[Bycrest]

Abrir ran down a long hallway, peppering shots behind him, eventually reaching the end and turning a corner for protection. He kept firing shots down the hallway, knowing she was coming.

One of the bullets hit her again, clipping her leg, and another one carved an interesting furrow into her side.

She didn't care. She was too angry to care.

She just continued to attack, attack, attack, chasing him down. She was going to kill him, and enjoy every moment of it.

"Didn't I say get out of my way?!" Zayne turned his attention towards Raven and shot a dark energy sphere at her. His shadow moved down the hall after Abrir, passing his bullets as it moved across the walls to get to it's target. Eventually it got close enough and jumped out to grab him and hold him in place.

[Archembalt]

Orson kept himself awake for as long as he could in his state. He scrambled up to his feet, placing his back and elbows to the wall for support. Blood still stained his gray polo shirt, and the wounds were still rather painful. Desperate, he contemplated ripping them out using his telekinetic powers. However, he still retained some strength, it would seem, and so he decided against the notion.

He now honed his sights on Saira, squinting his eyes. A voice, weary and weakened, would appear in her head, unless she somehow had a strong mental blockade.

"Leave them be. They'll handle whatever needs to be done. Can you help me? Please? I need assistance."

Orson hoped that the message would be received by her, closing his eyes as the pain continued to gradually register.

Saira was already by his side, trying to keep him awake. She didn't register his message due to her own raging inner thoughts. "Oh, you have to keep awake, friend!" she said in Russian, slapping him lightly. "Uhm... I do not know medicine! Help!"

Orson tutted a tad as she began to slap him. "Ack, ack . . . Stop. Stop." He went to lightly take hold of her wrist, shaking his head. "Don't bother them. I just need you to . . . " Orson's sentence was cut off as he let out another incredibly pained groan, lurching forward. Slowly, he raised his head. "Stay here with me . . . Let them handle whatever they need to."

He slid a hand down his brown skin, feeling the ridges of the metal that had been embedded in his forearm. "Egh . . . "

"Sorry to inconvenience you like this." Orson's head tilted back, still taking in meditated breaths. "Worst first mission ever," he murmured to himself.

"Just . . . could you please take off my sneakers and then my sock? I'll just have myself a makeshift bandage . . . "

Orson gestured weakly to his feet before leaning his head to the side.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Abrir ran down a long hallway, peppering shots behind him, eventually reaching the end and turning a corner for protection. He kept firing shots down the hallway, knowing she was coming.

One of the bullets hit her again, clipping her leg, and another one carved an interesting furrow into her side.

She didn't care. She was too angry to care.

She just continued to attack, attack, attack, chasing him down. She was going to kill him, and enjoy every moment of it.

Click.

He was out of bullets.

Abrir reached to his side, looking for a grenade, but couldn't find any.

Close quarters then.

He started running toward her.

One of the bullets hit her again, clipping her leg, and another one carved an interesting furrow into her side.

She didn't care. She was too angry to care.

She just continued to attack, attack, attack, chasing him down. She was going to kill him, and enjoy every moment of it.

"Didn't I say get out of my way?!" Zayne turned his attention towards Raven and shot a dark energy sphere at her. His shadow moved down the hall after Abrir, passing his bullets as it moved across the walls to get to it's target. Eventually it got close enough and jumped out to grab him and hold him in place.

And Abrir ran right past him.

[Charlia]

One of the bullets hit her again, clipping her leg, and another one carved an interesting furrow into her side.

She didn't care. She was too angry to care.

She just continued to attack, attack, attack, chasing him down. She was going to kill him, and enjoy every moment of it.

Click.

He was out of bullets.

Abrir reached to his side, looking for a grenade, but couldn't find any.

Close quarters then.

He started running toward her.

"Didn't I say get out of my way?!" Zayne turned his attention towards Raven and shot a dark energy sphere at her. His shadow moved down the hall after Abrir, passing his bullets as it moved across the walls to get to it's target. Eventually it got close enough and jumped out to grab him and hold him in place.

And Abrir ran right past him.

She just started laughing, and spun past him, ducking in an attempt to cut the tendons at his heels.

By doing so, she could ensure that he was unable to walk, thus leaving him helpless to escape her bloodwrath.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Saira was already by his side, trying to keep him awake. She didn't register his message due to her own raging inner thoughts. "Oh, you have to keep awake, friend!" she said in Russian, slapping him lightly. "Uhm... I do not know medicine! Help!"

Orson tutted a tad as she began to slap him. "Ack, ack . . . Stop. Stop." He went to lightly take hold of her wrist, shaking his head. "Don't bother them. I just need you to . . . " Orson's sentence was cut off as he let out another incredibly pained groan, lurching forward. Slowly, he raised his head. "Stay here with me . . . Let them handle whatever they need to."

He slid a hand down his brown skin, feeling the ridges of the metal that had been embedded in his forearm. "Egh . . . "

"Sorry to inconvenience you like this." Orson's head tilted back, still taking in meditated breaths. "Worst first mission ever," he murmured to himself.

"Just . . . could you please take off my sneakers and then my sock? I'll just have myself a makeshift bandage . . . "

Orson gestured weakly to his feet before leaning his head to the side.

"Sneakers...? Sock...?" Saira said in heavily accented English, and then looked down at his foot when she gestured. She realized what he was asking and took off his shoes. She offered him his sock.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Click.

He was out of bullets.

Abrir reached to his side, looking for a grenade, but couldn't find any.

Close quarters then.

He started running toward her.



And Abrir ran right past him.

She just started laughing, and spun past him, ducking in an attempt to cut the tendons at his heels.

By doing so, she could ensure that he was unable to walk, thus leaving him helpless to escape her bloodwrath.

Abrir, knowing what she was doing, but going to fast to stop, took the swords to his tendons. He fell to the ground will a cry.

[Galnius]

Keeping his bishop where it was, Salazar moved a room to challenge Coilin's. "Don't make this easy for me. As for Seamus, I fear him being a sniper is exactly the issue here. Remember the years ago, the incident with the former governer of the area? He lived, but the target is none other than the one whom orchestrated the shooting. He is quite paranoid of snipers for that reason..."

Coilin chuckled. "Just watch Seamus work. Here's what I'll bet... The arsonist dies first, and then it will either be Benedicta or Seamus..." he said, nodding.

Coilin moved his bishop to take the opposing rook.

"Well we are agreed on the arsonists death at least. How's this," Salazar took the bishop with a pawn, opening up another bishop for movement. "I believe you have a large shipment coming in. Benedicta wins, I get the spoils from it. Your man wins, I convince a rival gang of your choosing to disband. The arsonist wins, we both pay him double."

[Charlia]

She just started laughing, and spun past him, ducking in an attempt to cut the tendons at his heels.

By doing so, she could ensure that he was unable to walk, thus leaving him helpless to escape her bloodwrath.

Abrir, knowing what she was doing, but going to fast to stop, took the swords to his tendons. He fell to the ground will a cry.

"That's good," she said softly, and dragged him bodily back into view of Saira.

"Hey, Saira," she called. "I brought you a gift."

She held the tip of her blade at Abrir's shoulder, and then sliced into it, creating a large gash. Switching to her other blade, one on a blunt setting, she pushed the tip into the wound and twisted, laughing as she did so.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Coilin chuckled. "Just watch Seamus work. Here's what I'll bet... The arsonist dies first, and then it will either be Benedicta or Seamus..." he said, nodding.

Coilin moved his bishop to take the opposing rook.

"Well we are agreed on the arsonists death at least. How's this," Salazar took the bishop with a pawn, opening up another bishop for movement. "I believe you have a large shipment coming in. Benedicta wins, I get the spoils from it. Your man wins, I convince a rival gang of your choosing to disband. The arsonist wins, we both pay him double."

Coilin tsked. "Hmm... I do not know. Make it half the spoils of the shipment, and you have a deal. It's not entirely mine, of course, so... I can only guarantee that." he said.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Abrir, knowing what she was doing, but going to fast to stop, took the swords to his tendons. He fell to the ground will a cry.

"That's good," she said softly, and dragged him bodily back into view of Saira.

"Hey, Saira," she called. "I brought you a gift."

She held the tip of her blade at Abrir's shoulder, and then sliced into it, creating a large gash. Switching to her other blade, one on a blunt setting, she pushed the tip into the wound and twisted, laughing as she did so.

Saira blinked, and watched, fascinated with the scene. She simply kept holding out the sock to Orson, her mouth open in almost ecstasy.

Abrir growled at the gash, the pain searing through him. Overall, he had felt worse, and the slash in his shoulder wasn't that bad.

When she inserted the other blade though, that's when he screamed.

[Galnius]

"Well we are agreed on the arsonists death at least. How's this," Salazar took the bishop with a pawn, opening up another bishop for movement. "I believe you have a large shipment coming in. Benedicta wins, I get the spoils from it. Your man wins, I convince a rival gang of your choosing to disband. The arsonist wins, we both pay him double."

Coilin tsked. "Hmm... I do not know. Make it half the spoils of the shipment, and you have a deal. It's not entirely mine, of course, so... I can only guarantee that." he said.

"I suppose half still works. I just need funding for my future candidate!" Said Salazar with a laugh. "But you never know, the arsonist could win. The chances of him surviving are a whole 1.43 percent after all."

[Archembalt]

Orson tutted a tad as she began to slap him. "Ack, ack . . . Stop. Stop." He went to lightly take hold of her wrist, shaking his head. "Don't bother them. I just need you to . . . " Orson's sentence was cut off as he let out another incredibly pained groan, lurching forward. Slowly, he raised his head. "Stay here with me . . . Let them handle whatever they need to."

He slid a hand down his brown skin, feeling the ridges of the metal that had been embedded in his forearm. "Egh . . . "

"Sorry to inconvenience you like this." Orson's head tilted back, still taking in meditated breaths. "Worst first mission ever," he murmured to himself.

"Just . . . could you please take off my sneakers and then my sock? I'll just have myself a makeshift bandage . . . "

Orson gestured weakly to his feet before leaning his head to the side.

"Sneakers...? Sock...?" Saira said in heavily accented English, and then looked down at his foot when she gestured. She realized what he was asking and took off his shoes. She offered him his sock.

Orson nodded in thanks and then went to take the sock into his limp grip. He then held his left arm out.

"Could you . . . w-wrap it around my forearm, please? Just . . . don't need to cover all the wounds, just at least a few of them . . . Then take off my other shoe and sock. I'll have to go barefoot . . . Shame too, since those are -- were nice shoes."

Orson jerked his arm outwards again, as if signalling Saira to hurry. Since his legs weren't damage all that much, he knew that it would be best to get on his feet as quickly as possible.

Orson's expression fell into a deep frown as Raven began cutting into Abrir violently, the blood splattering on his face. His frown only deepened.

"That was unnecessary," he snapped at her with what strength he could. The teenager was clearly not pleased with Raven's display of violence.

[Charlia]

"That's good," she said softly, and dragged him bodily back into view of Saira.

"Hey, Saira," she called. "I brought you a gift."

She held the tip of her blade at Abrir's shoulder, and then sliced into it, creating a large gash. Switching to her other blade, one on a blunt setting, she pushed the tip into the wound and twisted, laughing as she did so.

Saira blinked, and watched, fascinated with the scene. She simply kept holding out the sock to Orson, her mouth open in almost ecstasy.

Abrir growled at the gash, the pain searing through him. Overall, he had felt worse, and the slash in his shoulder wasn't that bad.

When she inserted the other blade though, that's when he screamed.

She screamed. The pain was incredible, and she had thought she had known pain. What Flint was doing was beyond belief, beyond anything she had ever imagined.

"Keep screaming, little--
--child," she whispered. "No one will hear you."

[Bycrest]

"Sneakers...? Sock...?" Saira said in heavily accented English, and then looked down at his foot when she gestured. She realized what he was asking and took off his shoes. She offered him his sock.

Orson nodded in thanks and then went to take the sock into his limp grip. He then held his left arm out.

"Could you . . . w-wrap it around my forearm, please? Just . . . don't need to cover all the wounds, just at least a few of them . . . Then take off my other shoe and sock. I'll have to go barefoot . . . Shame too, since those are -- were nice shoes."

Orson jerked his arm outwards again, as if signalling Saira to hurry. Since his legs weren't damage all that much, he knew that it would be best to get on his feet as quickly as possible.

Orson's expression fell into a deep frown as Raven began cutting into Abrir violently, the blood splattering on his face. His frown only deepened.

"That was unnecessary," he snapped at her with what strength he could.

"Who cares what's necessary?" He's the reason you're currently lying on the ground like a wimp right now, you should want to see this." Zayne said, slightly coming down from his blood lust.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

"Sneakers...? Sock...?" Saira said in heavily accented English, and then looked down at his foot when she gestured. She realized what he was asking and took off his shoes. She offered him his sock.

Orson nodded in thanks and then went to take the sock into his limp grip. He then held his left arm out.

"Could you . . . w-wrap it around my forearm, please? Just . . . don't need to cover all the wounds, just at least a few of them . . . Then take off my other shoe and sock. I'll have to go barefoot . . . Shame too, since those are -- were nice shoes."

Orson jerked his arm outwards again, as if signalling Saira to hurry. Since his legs weren't damage all that much, he knew that it would be best to get on his feet as quickly as possible.

Orson's expression fell into a deep frown as Raven began cutting into Abrir violently, the blood splattering on his face. His frown only deepened.

"That was unnecessary," he snapped at her with what strength he could. The teenager was clearly not pleased with Raven's display of violence.

Saira was taken out of her reverie for a few seconds, and put the makeshift bandage on his arm. "S-sorry."

[Aidannadia]

As a thick cloud of smoke dissipated, Amar couldn't help but notice an Eta chick pass with an attire he felt accentuated her natural beauty if you know what he means. He slicked his hair into place and rushed to catch up with her.

"Hey, hey, hey. Mel, right? I think I've seen you around school before," Amar smiled charmingly and smoke fell from his partially opened mouth.

[Archembalt]

Orson nodded in thanks and then went to take the sock into his limp grip. He then held his left arm out.

"Could you . . . w-wrap it around my forearm, please? Just . . . don't need to cover all the wounds, just at least a few of them . . . Then take off my other shoe and sock. I'll have to go barefoot . . . Shame too, since those are -- were nice shoes."

Orson jerked his arm outwards again, as if signalling Saira to hurry. Since his legs weren't damage all that much, he knew that it would be best to get on his feet as quickly as possible.

Orson's expression fell into a deep frown as Raven began cutting into Abrir violently, the blood splattering on his face. His frown only deepened.

"That was unnecessary," he snapped at her with what strength he could.

"Who cares what's necessary?" He's the reason you're currently lying on the ground like a wimp right now, you should want to see this." Zayne said, slightly coming down from his blood lust.

"Like a wimp. Sure. I'm sorry I wasn't . . . " Orson winced in pain. "I'm sorry I wasn't born with the kind of powers you have, you brute . . . And it wasn't solely his fault, was it? That man with the gun basically caused this. Eugh . . . Just leave me alone. I'm clearly not in a mood to talk about morality and efficiency."

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Saira blinked, and watched, fascinated with the scene. She simply kept holding out the sock to Orson, her mouth open in almost ecstasy.

Abrir growled at the gash, the pain searing through him. Overall, he had felt worse, and the slash in his shoulder wasn't that bad.

When she inserted the other blade though, that's when he screamed.

She screamed. The pain was incredible, and she had thought she had known pain. What Flint was doing was beyond belief, beyond anything she had ever imagined.

"Keep screaming, little--
--child," she whispered. "No one will hear you."

Abrir spat in her face. "Allah hears my screams, and for that, infidel, He will visit upon you a thousand times worse pain than mine!"

[Galnius]

As a thick cloud of smoke dissipated, Amar couldn't help but notice an Eta chick pass with an attire he felt accentuated her natural beauty if you know what he means. He slicked his hair into place and rushed to catch up with her.

"Hey, hey, hey. Mel, right? I think I've seen you around school before," Amar smiled charmingly and smoke fell from his partially opened mouth.

Moderately mumbling to herself about delays and lateness and 'that stupid son of a-' Melanie snapped at Amar. "I just got here!" Realizing her mistake, she switched into her 'other people character'. "S-sorry", she said, putting her head down dejectedly. " I've just, had a long day, and I'm late, and worried. Can you show me around please? I'm a teensy bit..l-lost. " Teensy, I sicken myself.

[Archembalt]

Orson nodded in thanks and then went to take the sock into his limp grip. He then held his left arm out.

"Could you . . . w-wrap it around my forearm, please? Just . . . don't need to cover all the wounds, just at least a few of them . . . Then take off my other shoe and sock. I'll have to go barefoot . . . Shame too, since those are -- were nice shoes."

Orson jerked his arm outwards again, as if signalling Saira to hurry. Since his legs weren't damage all that much, he knew that it would be best to get on his feet as quickly as possible.

Orson's expression fell into a deep frown as Raven began cutting into Abrir violently, the blood splattering on his face. His frown only deepened.

"That was unnecessary," he snapped at her with what strength he could. The teenager was clearly not pleased with Raven's display of violence.

Saira was taken out of her reverie for a few seconds, and put the makeshift bandage on his arm. "S-sorry."

"It's fine. Thank you." He grinned crookedly, flinching as the sock came into contact with his injury. "I'll just . . . let it soak."

Orson finally went to stand up, going to cough. The smoke that had filled the air from both the gunfire and explosion had become bountiful -- annoyingly so. "Thank you very much," he said to Saira.