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

[CoraSpia]

Kadus was annoyed, having suddenly been flung off Niko's knee. Not wanting to leave an unrestrained Anastasia on her own, where she could kill herself and ruin all of Kadus' plans, she grabbed the handle of the wheelchair andNiko's hand. She'd perfected this art, and so Niko probably didn't realise that his feet weren't actually touching the ground as she lifted him a millimetre abouve it and began to run at cyborg speed.

She smiled happily as she watched Niko doing his work...it was highly impressive, though she was extremely scared of how ineffective it would probably be on her, should she ever need it.

Mattie had factored in now for Abrir's extreme speed, and so as he attempted to descend onto his head from the sky, he moved slightly forward, expecting that Abrir would already be out of his original line of fire.
As his tendons were cut by Raven, Mattie smiled and dropped to the floor in front of him.
"You take all the fun out of it," he said, grinning an insane grin at Raven. "I was enjoying the chase."

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

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."

Coilin nodded. "True, and if that happens, I'm sure my mother would be glad to give him a job..."

[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.

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.

Amar put his hands up in mock worry when she snapped at him, but as she explained, he laughed it off easily, "Oh, naw, you're fine, girl. Sure, I'll show you around. No problem."

"You sure you just got here? I feel like I've seen you before." Amar puffed one more time before raising a finger in objection to his statement. "Oh, I-i-i know," he stretched out his words as if he was about to give the punchline to a joke," We must've met before in a past life. That's it. Trust me, I got a feel for these things." He winked before turning and gesturing for her to follow.

"So, what're ya in for, if I can ask? And what would you like to see?"

[Galnius]

"If you WANT it to be foreplay", she said, bringing his head up to her. " Of course, if I twisted your neck just a little... " Actually pondering the idea, Rachel's hand momentarily paused on the base of his spine. "No, no, you'll be fun later."

"Clearly this IS your idea of foreplay." Johannes said, worried for a second that she'd snap his neck. "Now please get me down from here. When I make love, I prefer to do it in between sheets, not floating three feet of the ground."

" Make love? Please, don't use that phrase. What I do has NOTHING to do with love ", she said, placing him down. Taking off her overshirt, a few scars were visible on her shoulders. " Now, I'm safe, so don't hold back, or I'll break your neck for real. " She smiled genuinely at thought.

[Charlia]

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!"

"You tell your precious Allah that he's going to have to work pretty darn hard to do that," she said, smiling, calmly wiping the saliva away with the back of her hand. Then she slowly started slicing through the little finger on his left hand, occasionally using the blunted blade to increase the pain.

[Galnius]

"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."

Coilin nodded. "True, and if that happens, I'm sure my mother would be glad to give him a job..."

" Quite the momma's boy you are. Let me guess, Raven is dominant? Or have you not gotten that far yet?"

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.

Amar put his hands up in mock worry when she snapped at him, but as she explained, he laughed it off easily, "Oh, naw, you're fine, girl. Sure, I'll show you around. No problem."

"You sure you just got here? I feel like I've seen you before." Amar puffed one more time before raising a finger in objection to his statement. "Oh, I-i-i know," he stretched out his words as if he was about to give the punchline to a joke," We must've met before in a past life. That's it. Trust me, I got a feel for these things." He winked before turning and gesturing for her to follow.

"So, what're ya in for, if I can ask? And what would you like to see?"

Blushing for real, Melanie cursed him mentally. " W-well, I should probably see other students, right? Or... Or maybe my firm? I don't know where anything is. God I'm such an airhead. " She giggled, hiding her face in 'embarrassment'.

[Archembalt]

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!"

"You tell your precious Allah that he's going to have to work pretty darn hard to do that," she said, smiling, calmly wiping the saliva away with the back of her hand. Then she slowly started slicing through the little finger on his left hand, occasionally using the blunted blade to increase the pain.

"If you're going to fucking do that, then do it somewhere else."

Orson shook his head in clear disdain of her brutish actions, his teeth tightly clenched in clear irritation. Abrir's blood had stained Orson's shirt further, clearly irked by this new fashion statement.

[CoraSpia]

"Why do you get all the fun?" Mattie asked, looking at the helpless form of Abrir on the ground and taking a knife from his bag. "Can't I join in? It's been ages since I last killed anybody."

[Archembalt]

"Why do you get all the fun?" Mattie asked, looking at the helpless form of Abrir on the ground and taking a knife from his bag. "Can't I join in? It's been ages since I last killed anybody."

"Just kill him already. You all are sick. Sick."

[Bycrest]

"Why do you get all the fun?" Mattie asked, looking at the helpless form of Abrir on the ground and taking a knife from his bag. "Can't I join in? It's been ages since I last killed anybody."

"Don't bother trying to argue. Once she gets like this she tends to be set in slowly killing her victims. You should have seen the last person, all her bones were missing when Raven was done with her."

[Charlia]

"You tell your precious Allah that he's going to have to work pretty darn hard to do that," she said, smiling, calmly wiping the saliva away with the back of her hand. Then she slowly started slicing through the little finger on his left hand, occasionally using the blunted blade to increase the pain.

"If you're going to fucking do that, then do it somewhere else."

Orson shook his head in clear disdain of her brutish actions, his teeth tightly clenched in clear irritation. Abrir's blood had stained Orson's shirt further, clearly irked by this new fashion statement.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said airily. "I think Saira wants to watch. Can't say I blame her. Oh, this is so much fun for me... It feels like forever since I did this... You're number five," she said to Abrir, "did you know that? You're part of an exclusive group! You should feel proud."

"Why do you get all the fun?" Mattie asked, looking at the helpless form of Abrir on the ground and taking a knife from his bag. "Can't I join in? It's been ages since I last killed anybody."

"Just kill him already. You all are sick. Sick."

"If you knew who he was and what he's done, I don't think you'd be calling me the sick one," she replied cheerfully.

"Why do you get all the fun?" Mattie asked, looking at the helpless form of Abrir on the ground and taking a knife from his bag. "Can't I join in? It's been ages since I last killed anybody."

"Oh, do go ahead," she said with a smirk. "The more pain he feels, the more I like it."

[Aidannadia]

Blushing for real, Melanie cursed him mentally. " W-well, I should probably see other students, right? Or... Or maybe my firm? I don't know where anything is. God I'm such an airhead. " She giggled, hiding her face in 'embarrassment'.

Amar smiled seeing her face turn scarlet. You still got it, Amar, you fucking genius.

"Right, well uh..." Ash fell from the end of his cigarette as bent his head down a bit to rub his neck in genuine embarrassment, "I don't keep tabs on where everyone is but... Let's check the dorms, shall we? We'll find yours while we're at it." He took her towards the dorm bloc and showed the girl to her room.

"Yeah, so this is home, I guess. Nice and... cozy." He tapped the door frame energetically.

[CoraSpia]

Mattie grinned, before walking over tto his other side and making a gentle insision in his leg. He removed a large chunk of flesh, holding it in his hand before smashing the piece into Abrir's rapidly-working mouth.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

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!"

"You tell your precious Allah that he's going to have to work pretty darn hard to do that," she said, smiling, calmly wiping the saliva away with the back of her hand. Then she slowly started slicing through the little finger on his left hand, occasionally using the blunted blade to increase the pain.

Abrir spat in her face again. And then preceded to mask his screams in loud prayers to his god.

[Archembalt]

"If you're going to fucking do that, then do it somewhere else."

Orson shook his head in clear disdain of her brutish actions, his teeth tightly clenched in clear irritation. Abrir's blood had stained Orson's shirt further, clearly irked by this new fashion statement.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said airily. "I think Saira wants to watch. Can't say I blame her. Oh, this is so much fun for me... It feels like forever since I did this... You're number five," she said to Abrir, "did you know that? You're part of an exclusive group! You should feel proud."

"Just kill him already. You all are sick. Sick."

"If you knew who he was and what he's done, I don't think you'd be calling me the sick one," she replied cheerfully.

"Why do you get all the fun?" Mattie asked, looking at the helpless form of Abrir on the ground and taking a knife from his bag. "Can't I join in? It's been ages since I last killed anybody."

"Oh, do go ahead," she said with a smirk. "The more pain he feels, the more I like it."

"I wouldn't give a damn if he was the Paki equivalent of Hitler. Just because he's made some people suffer doesn't mean he's worth . . . whatever it is you're doing to him. We should just be leaving. I want to leave, and I think your Ukrainian or Russian friend wants to leave as well. We could be doing much more entertaining things. Torturing is hardly worthwhile . . . We should just head back and receive our next mission . . . "

Orson silenced himself with a curt grunt, going to rub his wounds in an attempt to invoke some pain. He was trying to get used to the shrapnel being in his arm, as he wasn't willing to rip it out of his arm and abdomen yet.

"He's not worth it," he reiterated.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

"Why do you get all the fun?" Mattie asked, looking at the helpless form of Abrir on the ground and taking a knife from his bag. "Can't I join in? It's been ages since I last killed anybody."

"Just kill him already. You all are sick. Sick."

"... He raped me." Saira said to him, expending all her known words in English.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Coilin nodded. "True, and if that happens, I'm sure my mother would be glad to give him a job..."

" Quite the momma's boy you are. Let me guess, Raven is dominant? Or have you not gotten that far yet?"

Amar put his hands up in mock worry when she snapped at him, but as she explained, he laughed it off easily, "Oh, naw, you're fine, girl. Sure, I'll show you around. No problem."

"You sure you just got here? I feel like I've seen you before." Amar puffed one more time before raising a finger in objection to his statement. "Oh, I-i-i know," he stretched out his words as if he was about to give the punchline to a joke," We must've met before in a past life. That's it. Trust me, I got a feel for these things." He winked before turning and gesturing for her to follow.

"So, what're ya in for, if I can ask? And what would you like to see?"

Blushing for real, Melanie cursed him mentally. " W-well, I should probably see other students, right? Or... Or maybe my firm? I don't know where anything is. God I'm such an airhead. " She giggled, hiding her face in 'embarrassment'.

Coilin chuckled. "If you say what happened to the last person who cheated her, you wouldn't want to leave her out of the deal as well." he said, ignoring the slight. He took another one of Sal's pieces. "And no, we haven't. And it's going to be a while... you know, because she was raped?"

[Charlia]

"Don't be ridiculous," she said airily. "I think Saira wants to watch. Can't say I blame her. Oh, this is so much fun for me... It feels like forever since I did this... You're number five," she said to Abrir, "did you know that? You're part of an exclusive group! You should feel proud.""If you knew who he was and what he's done, I don't think you'd be calling me the sick one," she replied cheerfully."Oh, do go ahead," she said with a smirk. "The more pain he feels, the more I like it."

"I wouldn't give a damn if he was the Paki equivalent of Hitler. Just because he's made some people suffer doesn't mean he's worth . . . whatever it is you're doing to him. We should just be leaving. I want to leave, and I think your Ukrainian or Russian friend wants to leave as well. We could be doing much more entertaining things. Torturing is hardly worthwhile . . . We should just head back and receive our next mission . . . "

Orson silenced himself with a curt grunt, going to rub his wounds in an attempt to invoke some pain. He was trying to get used to the shrapnel being in his arm, as he wasn't willing to rip it out of his arm and abdomen yet.

"He's not worth it," he reiterated.

"Adrik," she spat. "Boris. Pyotr. Anastasia. And now this bastard. They belong together," she whispered, her eyes alight with a crazed thirst for vengeance. "They belong in hell."

"You tell your precious Allah that he's going to have to work pretty darn hard to do that," she said, smiling, calmly wiping the saliva away with the back of her hand. Then she slowly started slicing through the little finger on his left hand, occasionally using the blunted blade to increase the pain.

Abrir spat in her face again. And then preceded to mask his screams in loud prayers to his god.

She just rolled her eyes, and carved a large, upside-down arc over his mouth, giving him a ghastly-looking smile.

"Just kill him already. You all are sick. Sick."

"... He raped me." Saira said to him, expending all her known words in English.

"Oh, yes," Raven said with a frown. "That reminds me." She took the sharper blade, and ensured with a swift stroke that Abrir wouldn't be doing such a thing ever again.

Then she took the blunt sword and began pressing it into his eyes.

[Archembalt]

"Just kill him already. You all are sick. Sick."

"... He raped me." Saira said to him, expending all her known words in English.

" . . . "

The vexed expression which had plagued Orson before had dissipated entirely, being replaced with a moderately neutral one. Abrir's crime was being processed in his head. He kept his gaze upon Saira for an extended period of time before breaking off to glower down at Abrir.


He nodded with clarity.


"I see."

Orson still decided to close his eyes. He shrouded his sense of hearing with a psionic blockade, muffling the sounds of Abrir's screams. It was the least he would do in protest.

[Bycrest]

"Don't be ridiculous," she said airily. "I think Saira wants to watch. Can't say I blame her. Oh, this is so much fun for me... It feels like forever since I did this... You're number five," she said to Abrir, "did you know that? You're part of an exclusive group! You should feel proud.""If you knew who he was and what he's done, I don't think you'd be calling me the sick one," she replied cheerfully."Oh, do go ahead," she said with a smirk. "The more pain he feels, the more I like it."

"I wouldn't give a damn if he was the Paki equivalent of Hitler. Just because he's made some people suffer doesn't mean he's worth . . . whatever it is you're doing to him. We should just be leaving. I want to leave, and I think your Ukrainian or Russian friend wants to leave as well. We could be doing much more entertaining things. Torturing is hardly worthwhile . . . We should just head back and receive our next mission . . . "

Orson silenced himself with a curt grunt, going to rub his wounds in an attempt to invoke some pain. He was trying to get used to the shrapnel being in his arm, as he wasn't willing to rip it out of his arm and abdomen yet.

"He's not worth it," he reiterated.

"If you ever really hope to become a villain and not some two-bit con man, then you're gonna have to find 'creative' ways to deal with scum like this." Zayne lectured. The screams of pain from Abrir like music to his ears.

"And really, how could you not find this entertaining?"

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

"I wouldn't give a damn if he was the Paki equivalent of Hitler. Just because he's made some people suffer doesn't mean he's worth . . . whatever it is you're doing to him. We should just be leaving. I want to leave, and I think your Ukrainian or Russian friend wants to leave as well. We could be doing much more entertaining things. Torturing is hardly worthwhile . . . We should just head back and receive our next mission . . . "

Orson silenced himself with a curt grunt, going to rub his wounds in an attempt to invoke some pain. He was trying to get used to the shrapnel being in his arm, as he wasn't willing to rip it out of his arm and abdomen yet.

"He's not worth it," he reiterated.

"Adrik," she spat. "Boris. Pyotr. Anastasia. And now this bastard. They belong together," she whispered, her eyes alight with a crazed thirst for vengeance. "They belong in hell."

Abrir spat in her face again. And then preceded to mask his screams in loud prayers to his god.

She just rolled her eyes, and carved a large, upside-down arc over his mouth, giving him a ghastly-looking smile.

"... He raped me." Saira said to him, expending all her known words in English.

"Oh, yes," Raven said with a frown. "That reminds me." She took the sharper blade, and ensured with a swift stroke that Abrir wouldn't be doing such a thing ever again.

Then she took the blunt sword and began pressing it into his eyes.

Abrir just screamed, his coherent language being turned into animalistic shrieks of pain. He writhed, his crotch bleeding, his leg bleeding, and his eye popping. He shivered, his brain over ran with pain.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

"... He raped me." Saira said to him, expending all her known words in English.

" . . . "

The vexed expression which had plagued Orson before had dissipated entirely, being replaced with a moderately neutral one. Abrir's crime was being processed in his head. He kept his gaze upon Saira for an extended period of time before breaking off to glower down at Abrir.


He nodded with clarity.


"I see."

Orson still decided to close his eyes. He shrouded his sense of hearing with a psionic blockade, muffling the sounds of Abrir's screams. It was the least he would do in protest.

Saira bit her lip and reached out to him, trying to do something... but then she was distracted by Abrir's pain again, watching with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

[Archembalt]

"I wouldn't give a damn if he was the Paki equivalent of Hitler. Just because he's made some people suffer doesn't mean he's worth . . . whatever it is you're doing to him. We should just be leaving. I want to leave, and I think your Ukrainian or Russian friend wants to leave as well. We could be doing much more entertaining things. Torturing is hardly worthwhile . . . We should just head back and receive our next mission . . . "

Orson silenced himself with a curt grunt, going to rub his wounds in an attempt to invoke some pain. He was trying to get used to the shrapnel being in his arm, as he wasn't willing to rip it out of his arm and abdomen yet.

"He's not worth it," he reiterated.

"If you ever really hope to become a villain and not some two-bit con man, then you're gonna have to find 'creative' ways to deal with scum like this." Zayne lectured. The screams of pain from Abrir like music to his ears.

"And really, how could you not find this entertaining?"

Orson kept his eyes closed while responding. Having only blocked out Abrir's screaming, he could still catch Zayne's retort.

"Torturing for information I understand. Torturing for the sheer fun of it is a clear indicator of a particular individual's mental deficiencies. If you think a true villain is someone who just goes about torturing others for pleasure -- a sadist -- then you've a flawed understanding. If it were me . . . I'd just have him killed swiftly. There are more important things to do. I don't care if he rapes, kills, or swindles . . . Scum like him don't deserve the attention that he's receiving right now. A bullet to the back of the head."

Orson took in a another deep breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"And if this what's entertaining to you, then fine . . . But I consider it to be childish. Preferences, preferences . . . "

Orson pressed the palm of his right hand onto the bandage gently, wincing again in pain. It would not subside until he pulled the shrapnel out. He knew this, but wanted to wait for the right time. More than likely after this horrible mission.

[Charlia]

"Adrik," she spat. "Boris. Pyotr. Anastasia. And now this bastard. They belong together," she whispered, her eyes alight with a crazed thirst for vengeance. "They belong in hell."She just rolled her eyes, and carved a large, upside-down arc over his mouth, giving him a ghastly-looking smile."Oh, yes," Raven said with a frown. "That reminds me." She took the sharper blade, and ensured with a swift stroke that Abrir wouldn't be doing such a thing ever again.

Then she took the blunt sword and began pressing it into his eyes.

Abrir just screamed, his coherent language being turned into animalistic shrieks of pain. He writhed, his crotch bleeding, his leg bleeding, and his eye popping. He shivered, his brain over ran with pain.

"You will never even look at a girl in that way again," Raven said, smiling viciously. "You will never be able to act on your--

--twisted fantasies."

"Вы немного суки!" She had just smiled.

"My name is Raven, now. Natalya is dead. You killed her. And now you are dealing with what you left behind. Don't scream now... shhh... we're only getting started... you'll end up enjoying yourself in the end. I know I certainly am!" She repeated the same words he had said to her so long ago. "This is your--

"--punishment. You have committed crimes against the innocent and you are paying for them now."

[CoraSpia]

Mattie knealt down beside him, lifted up one of his arms and sliced his sharp teeth along it, slowly peeling back the skin and exposing the raw flesh beneath, which he dug into with his nails, tearing furrows into it and pulling bits off.