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

[Kractero]

"Master, who's this?" Anastasia inquired as he approached her with Poppy. "Po...poppy?"

"Don't call me Master, it's Niko. And yes, it is."

"I'm sorry, Ma...Niko," she replies. Her memories of torturing and being rough with Poppy returns to her. "Sorry wouldn't repair what I've done...but I'm so sorry, Poppy..."

Poppy stared at the woman in shock, holding trembling fingers to her mouth.

She's... sorry? I... I don't understand...

She's sorry.

To hear it filled her with overwhelming joy, a warmth that radiated through her body. Tears beaded, and then rolled down her cheeks.

She's sorry.

It was overwhelming.

She's sorry for letting Flint torture me. She's sorry for taking away my chance of ever being a mother. She's sorry for making me kill my best friend.

She's sorry.

She covered her face with her hands, shook with something like soft coughs, and cried tears that, like a cleansing rain, washed away years of silent suffering.

Anastasia smiled sadly, realizing the extent of her actions on her pupils.

"Thank you, Poppy," Niko said, watching the exchange. "For not killing me or her. I'm sure Raven will."

[Charlia]

Poppy stared at the woman in shock, holding trembling fingers to her mouth.

She's... sorry? I... I don't understand...

She's sorry.

To hear it filled her with overwhelming joy, a warmth that radiated through her body. Tears beaded, and then rolled down her cheeks.

She's sorry.

It was overwhelming.

She's sorry for letting Flint torture me. She's sorry for taking away my chance of ever being a mother. She's sorry for making me kill my best friend.

She's sorry.

She covered her face with her hands, shook with something like soft coughs, and cried tears that, like a cleansing rain, washed away years of silent suffering.

Anastasia smiled sadly, realizing the extent of her actions on her pupils.

"Thank you, Poppy," Niko said, watching the exchange. "For not killing me or her. I'm sure Raven will."

Poppy nodded feebly.

"Raven..." she whispered, "Raven is... different. She was mad before Madame Anastasia found her. She was never like any of the others. She could go from refusing to kill, to insane and bloodthirsty, all in the space of a minute. The sheer amount of time she spent with Flint only made it worse. She's... scary. It's almost like she was bred to be a killer," Poppy said thoughtfully, drawing on her knowledge of plants. "Like her genes made her into this..."

[Kractero]

Anastasia smiled sadly, realizing the extent of her actions on her pupils.

"Thank you, Poppy," Niko said, watching the exchange. "For not killing me or her. I'm sure Raven will."

Poppy nodded feebly.

"Raven..." she whispered, "Raven is... different. She was mad before Madame Anastasia found her. She was never like any of the others. She could go from refusing to kill, to insane and bloodthirsty, all in the space of a minute. The sheer amount of time she spent with Flint only made it worse. She's... scary. It's almost like she was bred to be a killer," Poppy said thoughtfully, drawing on her knowledge of plants. "Like her genes made her into this..."

"At least you aren't angry," Niko responds. "I'm releaved."

"And Raven...doesn't have to meet her. She's already gotten closure torturing her. It was hard enough to stich her together."

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Saira squeezed her hand again. "You can talk to me..." she said, smiling.

She managed a smile. "I just... It just feels nice, being able to be here for someone who's gone through some of the same things I have. Makes me wish that there'd been someone to help me through it, too. That's all."

Anton Greaves
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kadus come into the room, bringing in a wheel-chair bound Anastasia. Why was she here, and why'd she bring a crippled being? Why was Anastasia even alive? Didn't Coilin and Raven eviscerate her? Either way, he was wary. Kadus had never forgiven him for freeing Poppy from her clutches. And with Anton focused on the demon threat, he wouldn't be surprised if she tried something now. "Poppy, do me a favor. If anyone tries to exasperate the situation, seedpod them. Leave the demons to Val and I." After a pause, he added "That's an order." That last part left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he had no choice. When Poppy was anxious, she reverted back to the submissive personality, and with both Kadus and Anastasia here, there was able cause to be nervous. What she needed now was to stay focused.

Poppy hadn't noticed Kadus come in, but when Anton spoke, her mind snapped back to the present, and she said, "Yes, sir," quickly and quietly.

Then she saw Anastasia.

A horrified scream tore from her throat, and she darted back, hiding behind Anton. He'd protect her. He treated her like a human being. He was nice to her, he helped her, he'd protect her from--wait, why was she in a wheelchair? And why did she look so... different?

That didn't matter. Surely it didn't matter. She was Madame Anastasia! To Poppy, she was the devil! Memories of her time with Anastasia flashed through Poppy's mind, horrible memories. Being forced to fight, to kill her only friend. Spending time with Flint, being broken in both body and soul until she was nothing more than a tool.

She kept the seedpods ready so she could obey Anton like she was supposed to. She had trained herself to obey without question. Her time with Anastasia had given her a mantra, one that she would repeat to herself if an order seemed hard to carry out.

Be a good girl, and Flint won't hurt you again.

It didn't really apply here, but she remembered Kadus slapping her, and she felt a dull, reminding ache. She didn't like Kadus. Kadus was mean.

Anton wouldn't hurt her. He'd protect her from Anastasia if the woman tried anything...

She hoped.

"Let's go to the thing..." Saira said, gesturing to the VTOL.

[The Dystopian Isles of Frisct]

Dante woke up in his bed, his hair messy and his clothes wrinkled. He didn't know what time it was, but he decided that it was time to get up. He put on a white button up shirt and some jeans. He slipped on a pair of shoes and brushed his hair before going outside into the hallway. He hadn't been outside of his room at all since came here, and decided that he would explore. Maybe he would meet some people while he walked around.

It would only be some time before the two boys would meet each other. Dante came into Orson's sight, and he formed a slight smile on his face to prepare a greeting. Granted, this would not be a normal confrontation. The African-American boy, dried blood staining his visage and garments, started waving at Dante from down the hallway, ambling over to him. He was eager to meet someone and maintain a relatively decent conversation.

"What's good, man?" His smile widened some, attempting to come off as a slightly affable person.

That's a simple enough greeting, isn't it? Keep it normal. We're not normal, but that doesn't mean I can't uphold some sense normalcy around here. People like that, don't they?

Dante yawned before looking over and seeing Orson walking towards him. He was covered in blood, but seeing a little blood was part of the standard here. He waved at the boy and greeted him in kind. "Hey mate. I just woke up and I have no idea where I'm supposd to be right now. What's going on in your life?"

[Charlia]

Poppy nodded feebly.

"Raven..." she whispered, "Raven is... different. She was mad before Madame Anastasia found her. She was never like any of the others. She could go from refusing to kill, to insane and bloodthirsty, all in the space of a minute. The sheer amount of time she spent with Flint only made it worse. She's... scary. It's almost like she was bred to be a killer," Poppy said thoughtfully, drawing on her knowledge of plants. "Like her genes made her into this..."

"At least you aren't angry," Niko responds. "I'm releaved."

"And Raven...doesn't have to meet her. She's already gotten closure torturing her. It was hard enough to stich her together."

"Raven... tortured her?" Poppy quirked an eyebrow. "I hadn't heard... not that I'm surprised at all. Raven's... well, like I said, she's not exactly... stable." She shuddered. "I'd hate to get on her bad side. She keeps a list, you know... I saw it once. It's... terrifying... I'm glad I didn't end up like her. She's not a nice person, she's not a good girl at all."

[Archembalt]

It would only be some time before the two boys would meet each other. Dante came into Orson's sight, and he formed a slight smile on his face to prepare a greeting. Granted, this would not be a normal confrontation. The African-American boy, dried blood staining his visage and garments, started waving at Dante from down the hallway, ambling over to him. He was eager to meet someone and maintain a relatively decent conversation.

"What's good, man?" His smile widened some, attempting to come off as a slightly affable person.

That's a simple enough greeting, isn't it? Keep it normal. We're not normal, but that doesn't mean I can't uphold some sense normalcy around here. People like that, don't they?

Dante yawned before looking over and seeing Orson walking towards him. He was covered in blood, but seeing a little blood was part of the standard here. He waved at the boy and greeted him in kind. "Hey mate. I just woke up and I have no idea where I'm supposd to be right now. What's going on in your life?"

Dante's response gave Orson some comfort while he additionally eyed the boy's blue jeans and white shirt.

He seems alright. Finally.

Orson went to place his hands on his hips, stretching out his sides briefly. "Oh, everything is . . . 'okay'. Just came back from my first mission as an Eta. Wasn't at all a good time, you know? I mean, look at this!" Orson gestured to his shirt and face, shaking his head.

"Anyway, it was just a mess. There's a lot of insane people here. There's especially not enough disciplinary action. I need to go catch a shower, but first I need to just, y'know . . . I need to wrap my head around this place. Too much is going on."

Should I tell him my name? Making friends isn't -- Wait, this is an academy for villains, criminals, all sorts of crazies.

Eh, whatever.

Orson took another step forward, lifting his chin up slightly. "Name's Orson. Yours? And do you know who runs this place? Oh, and what class are you? Beta? Eta? Alpha?"

The barrage of questions made Orson seem more enthused than he really was.

[Kractero]

"At least you aren't angry," Niko responds. "I'm releaved."

"And Raven...doesn't have to meet her. She's already gotten closure torturing her. It was hard enough to stich her together."

"Raven... tortured her?" Poppy quirked an eyebrow. "I hadn't heard... not that I'm surprised at all. Raven's... well, like I said, she's not exactly... stable." She shuddered. "I'd hate to get on her bad side. She keeps a list, you know... I saw it once. It's... terrifying... I'm glad I didn't end up like her. She's not a nice person, she's not a good girl at all."

"Yes, she did," Niko responds, crossing his arms. "Found her bones and organs in a container just for me. Her wheelchair friend, Coilin as well. I can tell she isn't stable. I've worked with Avia enough to know about psychology, and even then I don't need to know psychology to know that."

[The Dystopian Isles of Frisct]

Dante yawned before looking over and seeing Orson walking towards him. He was covered in blood, but seeing a little blood was part of the standard here. He waved at the boy and greeted him in kind. "Hey mate. I just woke up and I have no idea where I'm supposd to be right now. What's going on in your life?"

Dante's response gave Orson some comfort while he additionally eyed the boy's blue jeans and white shirt.

He seems alright. Finally.

Orson went to place his hands on his hips, stretching out his sides briefly. "Oh, everything is . . . 'okay'. Just came back from my first mission as an Eta. Wasn't at all a good time, you know? I mean, look at this!" Orson gestured at his shirt and face, shaking his head.

"Anyway, it was just a mess. There's a lot of insane people here. There's especially not enough disciplinary action. I need to go catch a shower, but first I need to just, y'know . . . I need to wrap my head around this place. Too much is going on."

Should I tell him my name? Making friends isn't -- Wait, this is an academy for villains, criminals, all sorts of crazies.

Eh, whatever.

Orson took another step forward, lifting his chin up slightly. "Name's Orson. Yours? And do you know who runs this place? Oh, and what class are you? Beta? Eta? Alpha?"

The barrage of questions made Orson seem more enthused than he really was.

Dante yawned again before wiping the sleep away from his eyes and responding. He held out his hand as a gesture for a handshake and spoke. "My name is Dante. I don't really know who runs this place since I haven't really come out of my room." He pondered that for a minute. Who actually ran this school? Oh well. Leave that question for another time. "Contrary to my stick-like appearance, I'm a Beta. I haven't gone on any missions yet though." He put his other hand behind his head and gave a sheepish grin.

[Charlia]

"Raven... tortured her?" Poppy quirked an eyebrow. "I hadn't heard... not that I'm surprised at all. Raven's... well, like I said, she's not exactly... stable." She shuddered. "I'd hate to get on her bad side. She keeps a list, you know... I saw it once. It's... terrifying... I'm glad I didn't end up like her. She's not a nice person, she's not a good girl at all."

"Yes, she did," Niko responds, crossing his arms. "Found her bones and organs in a container just for me. Her wheelchair friend, Coilin as well. I can tell she isn't stable. I've worked with Avia enough to know about psychology, and even then I don't need to know psychology to know that."

Poppy's jaw dropped. "...that's... actually something Raven would do. I guess Madame Anastasia's on that list now..."

Poppy shivered.

"How horrible."

[Archembalt]

Dante's response gave Orson some comfort while he additionally eyed the boy's blue jeans and white shirt.

He seems alright. Finally.

Orson went to place his hands on his hips, stretching out his sides briefly. "Oh, everything is . . . 'okay'. Just came back from my first mission as an Eta. Wasn't at all a good time, you know? I mean, look at this!" Orson gestured at his shirt and face, shaking his head.

"Anyway, it was just a mess. There's a lot of insane people here. There's especially not enough disciplinary action. I need to go catch a shower, but first I need to just, y'know . . . I need to wrap my head around this place. Too much is going on."

Should I tell him my name? Making friends isn't -- Wait, this is an academy for villains, criminals, all sorts of crazies.

Eh, whatever.

Orson took another step forward, lifting his chin up slightly. "Name's Orson. Yours? And do you know who runs this place? Oh, and what class are you? Beta? Eta? Alpha?"

The barrage of questions made Orson seem more enthused than he really was.

Dante yawned again before wiping the sleep away from his eyes and responding. He held out his hand as a gesture for a handshake and spoke. "My name is Dante. I don't really know who runs this place since I haven't really come out of my room." He pondered that for a minute. Who actually ran this school? Oh well. Leave that question for another time. "Contrary to my stick-like appearance, I'm a Beta. I haven't gone on any missions yet though." He put his other hand behind his head and gave a sheepish grin.

Orson nodded and then took another step towards Dante, going to grasp his hand and give it a firm enough shake before retracting his arm back to his side.

"Haven't been on a mission yet, huh? I'm not even sure if the Beta's have been on a mission yet, or if they've been assigned one. I really hope they get something soon, because when people get bored, they start resorting to doing some pretty messed up things just for entertainment."

The teen emitted a sigh.

"So, what's your specialty, if you don't mind me asking? Can you, uhm . . . create portals and summon gods from it, or something? Super strength and laser eyes? Ultra-cognition? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

Collecting information is never a bad thing. I only hope he trusts me enough to give it. I'm trustworthy, aren't I? I don't look like too much like the other freaks running about here with their dark robes and edgy apparel.

This thought almost made Orson laugh, seeing as there were two somewhat normal students talking casually in the hall of a place primarily based around chaos and evil-doing. The urge was stifled, though.

[Unified Free Lands]

Derek chuckled. "Oh, you're getting off easy, except for Agent Furan... I have higher expectations on my shoulders, knowing my bosses, I'm going to end up with a solo mission to Siberia or Northern Ontario..."

"That doesn't sound very pleasant. Do you think the League can salvage this mess or is it a loss?"

"They'll salvage it in that it gets covered up and nobody knows who was behind this... I heard there was another mission hinging on the success of this one, not anymore."

Derek looked up when Raven and Saira entered the VTOL, but he fell silent.

[The Dystopian Isles of Frisct]

Dante yawned again before wiping the sleep away from his eyes and responding. He held out his hand as a gesture for a handshake and spoke. "My name is Dante. I don't really know who runs this place since I haven't really come out of my room." He pondered that for a minute. Who actually ran this school? Oh well. Leave that question for another time. "Contrary to my stick-like appearance, I'm a Beta. I haven't gone on any missions yet though." He put his other hand behind his head and gave a sheepish grin.

Orson nodded and then took another step towards Dante, going to grasp his hand and give it a firm enough shake before retracting his arm back to his side.

"Haven't been on a mission yet, huh? I'm not even sure if the Beta's have been on a mission yet, or if they've been assigned one. I really hope they get something soon, because when people get bored, they start resorting to doing some pretty messed up things just for entertainment."

The teen emitted a sigh.

"So, what's your specialty, if you don't mind me asking? Can you, uhm . . . create portals and summon gods from it, or something? Super strength and laser eyes? Ultra-cognition? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

Collecting information is never a bad thing. I only hope he trusts me enough to give it. I'm trustworthy, aren't I? I don't look like too much like the other freaks running about here with their dark robes and edgy apparel.

This thought almost made Orson laugh, seeing as there were finally two somewhat normal students talking. The urge was stifled, though.

Dante looked around te hallway, and, seeing that there was nothing that people wouldn't notice being gone, decided to lead him into his room. It was extremely well organized and sorted. Dante went over to a drawer and pulled out a piece of styrofoam. "My ability is te ability to destroy te matter by using a form of matter that nobody can perceive. I use negative matter." He summoned up a ping pong ball sized ball of some near black substance and launched it at the styrofoam. A hole the size of the ball that was launched appeared in the styrofoam. "Anything that's made of matter, I can destroy, although I can't summon up a whole lot of it in this state. What can you do?"

[CoraSpia]

"I wouldn't really call Raven properly human," Kadus said, standing near Poppy and Niko. "Killing someone is something you have to do if their's no other way...it's not something you should enjoy. Although...I don't know how I'd feel...if she'd done what she did to you and Raven. I guess I've had a nice easy life."

[Charlia]

"I wouldn't really call Raven properly human," Kadus said, standing near Poppy and Niko. "Killing someone is something you have to do if their's no other way...it's not something you should enjoy. Although...I don't know how I'd feel...if she'd done what she did to you and Raven. I guess I've had a nice easy life."

"It's worse for Raven," Poppy said softly. "All things considered..."

She ducked her head.

"But I'm not supposed to talk about this."

[Archembalt]

Orson nodded and then took another step towards Dante, going to grasp his hand and give it a firm enough shake before retracting his arm back to his side.

"Haven't been on a mission yet, huh? I'm not even sure if the Beta's have been on a mission yet, or if they've been assigned one. I really hope they get something soon, because when people get bored, they start resorting to doing some pretty messed up things just for entertainment."

The teen emitted a sigh.

"So, what's your specialty, if you don't mind me asking? Can you, uhm . . . create portals and summon gods from it, or something? Super strength and laser eyes? Ultra-cognition? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

Collecting information is never a bad thing. I only hope he trusts me enough to give it. I'm trustworthy, aren't I? I don't look like too much like the other freaks running about here with their dark robes and edgy apparel.

This thought almost made Orson laugh, seeing as there were finally two somewhat normal students talking. The urge was stifled, though.

Dante looked around te hallway, and, seeing that there was nothing that people wouldn't notice being gone, decided to lead him into his room. It was extremely well organized and sorted. Dante went over to a drawer and pulled out a piece of styrofoam. "My ability is te ability to destroy te matter by using a form of matter that nobody can perceive. I use negative matter." He summoned up a ping pong ball sized ball of some near black substance and launched it at the styrofoam. A hole the size of the ball that was launched appeared in the styrofoam. "Anything that's made of matter, I can destroy, although I can't summon up a whole lot of it in this state. What can you do?"

Orson took in the details of Dante's room at a swift rate. "Uh-huh."

After Dante had demonstrated his ability, Orson let out a hearty laugh. "Negative matter? First time I've heard of it. But that was pretty damn cool, I'll admit. Personally, I'm a telekinetic."

Orson went to lazily open the door and then close it a few times with the flick of his wrist.

"Can read surface thoughts too, but nothing too deep. People hate it when you get into their mind, anyway. I mean, I probably could read minds, but . . . Eh."

Maybe I shouldn't bluff.

"I'm a pretty powerful telekinetic. Just need to work on my reflexes, or else something like this," he went to pull up his shirt to reveal a small, bullet-like injury which had healed considerably, "will keep happening. I'm pretty decent at manipulating the gravity of a small region, too. So, I guess you could say I'm kind of useful."

Nothing wrong with prepping up your resume. Seem like a tough person to mess with. Big boy of the school yard, sort of.

Orson furrowed his brows after his explanation, now eyeing Dante with some skepticism.


"Also, what do you mean, 'in this state?' Just tired? Oh, and can that negative matter be affected by my telekinesis, do you think?"

[CoraSpia]

"Why not?" Kadus asked softly, smiling. "It might help to understand her a bit more...look...i'm very sorry for hitting you, but you really do need to trust me more if we're ever going to work together on missions and stuff."

[Charlia]

"Why not?" Kadus asked softly, smiling. "It might help to understand her a bit more...look...i'm very sorry for hitting you, but you really do need to trust me more if we're ever going to work together on missions and stuff."

"Raven..." Poppy winced.

"She grew up on the streets, as if she was an orphan... but she's really not."

[CoraSpia]

"What...is she then?" Kadus asked, getting a horrible and quite dreaded feeling she knew exactly where this was going, and not liking it one bit.

[Skyline United]

2.819 Billion Years Ago

Pierce stood alone in a field of decaying corpses. None were spared. Every man, woman, and child were dead. She had killed them. No mercy. No forgiveness. As she stared off into the distance, her expression blank, she felt nothing for them. She hated them all. After what they did to her... The cruelty. The abuse.

Six-nine-seven... We need to leave this place. There is nothing left. from what our scanners are showing, the dimension is destabilizing. If we don't go soon, we will die like the rest of them...

Why would I care what happens anymore? There is no point. There is no purpose for my existence... When I look back, all I see is them. What they did to me. I just want to end it all...

As she conversed with her secondary A.I, a man approached her from behind. He was unharmed, unlike the fallen around them. Once he was behind her, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Pierce... We need to leave. I have ended the few that survived our attack." he said to her, his voice calm and emotionless.

Pierce sighed and turned to him. "I just don't see how-" she collapsed against the man before she could finish. He had shut her down. He knew that she would resist leaving, so it was the only way. He lifted her into his arms and walked to the one surviving escape vehicle. One he protected from their onslaught.

Once he had opened the small pod, he carefully placed her inside. "I'm sorry Pierce... There is only one. I may not survive this, but I will make sure that you do." he whispered as he linked her to a series of cables and tubes. The vehicle had no power supply, so he was linking it to her reactor. The drain could be fatal on her system, but he did it anyway.

Moments later, the pod had powered on. Several lights began to glow throughout its interior as its engine began to hum. "Goodbye, my friend." was the last thing the man was able to say before the pod let off a pulse of energy and vanished. She had been sent between dimensions. Soon afterwards, the pocket dimension from which she came was gone.

Now

The pod drifted through space, slowly moving towards the planet Earth. There was no longer a glow from the lights or a hum from its engine. It had died long ago. Her reactor had been drained severely and she was no longer able to power the craft. It had drifted for billions of years. The fact that she even came near a planet with life was a miracle.

As it entered the planet's atmosphere, the object began to accelerate. It reached speeds that would mean the destruction of both it and the one inside. The exterior plating was burning, melting away as it moved with such speed. There was only one thing that it could do to save her... It had to drain even more energy from her reactor. By doing such a thing, she would most definitely run out of fuel.

It's engine began to hum once more as it tried to activate its thrusters. It needed to slow them down. In end, it managed to slow them down to a survivable speed if the pod were to brace itself form impact. The remaining plating began to shift itself along the object's surface. It changed shape and created supports within the cockpit in order to dampen as much of the kinetic energy as possible upon impact.

The object crashed into the ground. A shockwave of energy was sent in all directions. It would be apparent that something big just hit the ground, and it caused some damage.

[Niketa]

Neelo grabbed their knapsack of assorted projectile explosives (all properly insulated) and walked down the hall a bit, looking for an open room with people. They may have been bored, but going on a mission with no information (At least none remembered) was risky, bordering on careless. Finding one with a small knot of others, they leaned against the doorframe languidly.
"Excuse me, has anyone got the mission details? I'm used to a readout and can't seem to find one around here" they drawled, exaggerating the slight accent that they held on to from home.
"While I'm at it, anyone got directions to the armory? I need a specialty throwing/fighting axe made that can take a steady stream of electricity. Like copper, or silver."

They glance around the room, taking in every difference from their own and making a mental note to somehow get a colour lamp in the near future.
"do we even have a weapon supply here? Or an armory of any kind?"

[The Dystopian Isles of Frisct]

Dante looked around te hallway, and, seeing that there was nothing that people wouldn't notice being gone, decided to lead him into his room. It was extremely well organized and sorted. Dante went over to a drawer and pulled out a piece of styrofoam. "My ability is te ability to destroy te matter by using a form of matter that nobody can perceive. I use negative matter." He summoned up a ping pong ball sized ball of some near black substance and launched it at the styrofoam. A hole the size of the ball that was launched appeared in the styrofoam. "Anything that's made of matter, I can destroy, although I can't summon up a whole lot of it in this state. What can you do?"

Orson took in the details of Dante's room at a swift rate. "Uh-huh."

After Dante had demonstrated his ability, Orson let out a hearty laugh. "Negative matter? First time I've heard of it. But that was pretty damn cool, I'll admit. Personally, I'm a telekinetic."

Orson went to lazily open the door and then close it a few times with the flick of his wrist.

"Can read surface thoughts too, but nothing too deep. People hate it when you get into their mind, anyway. I mean, I probably could read minds, but . . . Eh."

Maybe I shouldn't bluff.

"I'm a pretty powerful telekinetic. Just need to work on my reflexes, or else something like this," he went to pull up his shirt to reveal a small, bullet-like injury which had healed considerably, "will keep happening. I'm pretty decent at manipulating the gravity of a small region, too. So, I guess you could say I'm kind of useful."

Nothing wrong with prepping up your resume. Seem like a tough person to mess with. Big boy of the school yard, sort of.

Orson furrowed his brows after his explanation, now eyeing Dante with some skepticism.


"Also, what do you mean, 'in this state?' Just tired? Oh, and can that negative matter be affected by my telekinesis, do you think?"

"You'll see what I mean by 'in this state' at a later point in time. I don't think that you could affect it, since the only reason it can destroy matter out here is because I'm the only conductor for it. It's kind of like music I guess. It can touch you, but you can't really mess with it in any way. Normally you wouldn't be able to a sense negative matter, let alone interact with it." Dante paused for a minute before reaching into a random drawer and pulling out two hip holsters for his guns, and then putting it on along with his sheathe for his New Magnesium sword. It's color matched the color of the negative matter that he had conjured up earlier. He sheathed the sword along with his two handguns, which were extremely modified. They were significantly bigger than any handgun that any manufacturers could have made. He could use .50 caliber bullets in them thanks to his superhuman strength, and held special bullets that could either be coated in, or contain the negative matter that Dante could conjure up. "This is what I use while in this state, as I can't do all that much by myself right now without these weapons.

[Archembalt]

Orson took in the details of Dante's room at a swift rate. "Uh-huh."

After Dante had demonstrated his ability, Orson let out a hearty laugh. "Negative matter? First time I've heard of it. But that was pretty damn cool, I'll admit. Personally, I'm a telekinetic."

Orson went to lazily open the door and then close it a few times with the flick of his wrist.

"Can read surface thoughts too, but nothing too deep. People hate it when you get into their mind, anyway. I mean, I probably could read minds, but . . . Eh."

Maybe I shouldn't bluff.

"I'm a pretty powerful telekinetic. Just need to work on my reflexes, or else something like this," he went to pull up his shirt to reveal a small, bullet-like injury which had healed considerably, "will keep happening. I'm pretty decent at manipulating the gravity of a small region, too. So, I guess you could say I'm kind of useful."

Nothing wrong with prepping up your resume. Seem like a tough person to mess with. Big boy of the school yard, sort of.

Orson furrowed his brows after his explanation, now eyeing Dante with some skepticism.


"Also, what do you mean, 'in this state?' Just tired? Oh, and can that negative matter be affected by my telekinesis, do you think?"

"You'll see what I mean by 'in this state' at a later point in time. I don't think that you could affect it, since the only reason it can destroy matter out here is because I'm the only conductor for it. It's kind of like music I guess. It can touch you, but you can't really mess with it in any way. Normally you wouldn't be able to a sense negative matter, let alone interact with it." Dante paused for a minute before reaching into a random drawer and pulling out two hip holsters for his guns, and then putting it on along with his sheathe for his New Magnesium sword. It's color matched the color of the negative matter that he had conjured up earlier. He sheathed the sword along with his two handguns, which were extremely modified. They were significantly bigger than any handgun that any manufacturers could have made. He could use .50 caliber bullets in them thanks to his superhuman strength, and held special bullets that could either be coated in, or contain the negative matter that Dante could conjure up. "This is what I use while in this state, as I can't do all that much by myself right now without these weapons.

What the fuck?

"Hey, uhm . . . " Orson watched, wide-eyed, as Dante pulled out an arsenal from his drawer. "Woah."

"Where the hell is everyone getting these weapons? Is there an armory somewhere? When I came here, I didn't have anything on me. All I have -- Well, I don't have a thing."

Orson perused over Dante's weapons with great interest, nodding to himself as the details were absorbed by his mind.

"Or did someone make it for you? How much do those even cost?"

In his psyche, Orson began to feel . . . nervous.


How does that even work? Why is everyone so powerful? I feel weak as fuck.

[The Dystopian Isles of Frisct]

"You'll see what I mean by 'in this state' at a later point in time. I don't think that you could affect it, since the only reason it can destroy matter out here is because I'm the only conductor for it. It's kind of like music I guess. It can touch you, but you can't really mess with it in any way. Normally you wouldn't be able to a sense negative matter, let alone interact with it." Dante paused for a minute before reaching into a random drawer and pulling out two hip holsters for his guns, and then putting it on along with his sheathe for his New Magnesium sword. It's color matched the color of the negative matter that he had conjured up earlier. He sheathed the sword along with his two handguns, which were extremely modified. They were significantly bigger than any handgun that any manufacturers could have made. He could use .50 caliber bullets in them thanks to his superhuman strength, and held special bullets that could either be coated in, or contain the negative matter that Dante could conjure up. "This is what I use while in this state, as I can't do all that much by myself right now without these weapons.

What the fuck?

"Hey, uhm . . . " Orson watched, wide-eyed, as Dante pulled out an arsenal from his drawer. "Woah."

"Where the hell is everyone getting these weapons? Is there an armory somewhere? When I came here, I didn't have anything on me. All I have -- Well, I don't have a thing."

Orson perused over Dante's weapons with great interest, nodding to himself as the details were absorbed by his mind.

"Or did someone make it for you? How much do those even cost?"

In his psyche, Orson began to feel . . . nervous.


How does that even work? Why is everyone so powerful? I feel weak as fuck.

"I ended up forcing some government goonie to make these for me. It was either this or me put several holes throughout all of the people he cared about in front of him. Of course they would only be ping pong ball size, but that's besides the point. I actually need these weapons on a normal basis because I can only surround a weapon in negative matter, shoot small balls of it, and sometimes a tiny stream of it if I get lucky." Dante turned to face Olson. "Someone like you wouldn't need weapons since you can kill people with minimal effort. I would tell you what to do, but I think you already know.

[Nachfolgia]

Anton Greaves
With the intruder bound tightly in the crimson bands of Val's magic, Anton expected to receive defiance, anger, or scorn. Maybe even an escape attempt. And yet instead of anything of the sort, the demoness began to cry. Between her sobs, she tried to explain that Meire had done something horrible, had gotten many people killed. Before anyone had time to react, Meire transformed, emerging into a monstrous winged form. He summoned a ball of fire, and force-fed it to their captive. It seemed any conversation with Val would have to wait, making him even more annoyed. He just wanted one conversation, was that so hard?

Jennifer was the first to act, sending domes of energy to seperate the two demons, but she wasn't looking too good. She had a calm demeanor, but her heart was racing, and he could see sweat on her brow. She was clearly freaked out, and he didn't blame her. Two supernatural creatures nearly killed each other in front of her, and now she just tried to break it up. He looked her way, and was about to thank her but saw three girls waving their figures at Jennifer. No, there was only one, the others were illusions. How'd she get in? He never noticed her enter. It didn't matter. The new girl was trying to continue the fight, Jennifer was trying to end it. No contest there. "Keep it up, Jennifer!" he said encouragingly, trying to keep her from panicking "Hold the line for a little longer, and it'll all be over. And you there! New girl! Leave her alone. We're not having a grudge match in my lab!"

As he finish, he felt the parasite shout unhelpfully in his mind, urging him to attack. Anton shook it off. "Yeah, yeah, give me a moment." he grumbled, making sure the way was clear for his maneuver. One alien creature talking in his mind was enough. He didn't need another one to nag him. As he readied himself, he noticed Niko rush in, and immediately began resuscitating the demoness. Anton gave a small smile. Sure, it broke his streak of saving people, but his symbiote was in no shape to do anything more than stabilize someone else. He gladly welcomed the entrance of another, more skilled healer.

Seeing his opening, Anton dove between the two demons, rolling to his feet and getting up. He angled his left arm back, protecting the demoness as best he could. With the other, he raised his arm towards Meire. A small lump traveled across the symbiote, moving from the back pocket up Anton's side and across his forearm into his hand. The white living metal pealed back, and the silver cross extended outward, embedded in his palm.

In a measured tone, Anton spoke, for once a twinge of anger coloring his voice. "Look, I healed you once. I sure as hell can harm you. So do us all a favor, and let's all calm down before you make me do something we're both going to regret." He stood there, completely calm, ready to react as the scene played out. If Meire lunged or made some aggressive action, Anton'd try to intercept him, wrapping the silver chain around his throat. If he back down, Anton would too. He hated having a potential fight in his lab, but it wasn't like he had any other choice.

Anton was amply aware of the demoness behind him. Although he believed her story, and even felt pity for her torment, he had seen her power. The energy she gave off was insane, significantly higher than what he had originally encountered in Violet or Meire. He had no doubt that if she could get a handle on her emotions, the girl could easily match Meire. Even now, she could be dangerous, and with his back to her he was vulnerable to attack. He just had to have faith that Val could immobilize her before he took damage. Speaking behind him, he said "Val, keep yourself trained on her. I don't want my spine shattered." He realized what he was doing, asking his rival to protect him, yet he didn't care. They both were wary of extra-dimensional creatures, surely she would protect him. Besides, there was something natural about working with her, something that made her seem like less of a threat and more of an ally. He'd have to reflect on that later, on some other time when there weren't so many crises happening at once.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kadus come into the room, bringing in a wheel-chair bound Anastasia. Why was she here, and why'd she bring a crippled being? Why was Anastasia even alive? Didn't Coilin and Raven eviscerate her? Either way, he was wary. Kadus had never forgiven him for freeing Poppy from her clutches. And with Anton focused on the demon threat, he wouldn't be surprised if she tried something now. "Poppy, do me a favor. If anyone tries to exasperate the situation, seedpod them. Leave the demons to Val and I." After a pause, he added "That's an order." That last part left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he had no choice. When Poppy was anxious, she reverted back to the submissive personality, and with both Kadus and Anastasia here, there was able cause to be nervous. What she needed now was to stay focused.

Adrianna continued to stare down Jennifer, daring her to make a move. Even though two of the Adriannas were mere illusions, they still had enough power to do some damage. After such a short time at the school, she was certain that no one had the kind of power the Kentucky girl had. If she chose, she could easily use her power to disorient the pilot and cause him to crash, killing everyone. She dismissed that idea, seeing that it wasn't very beneficial to her, despite giving her entertainment.

Adrianna's concentration on Jennifer was disrupted by Anton screaming at her. She gave him a scowl as he ordered her to stand down. The girl stood defiant for several moments, contemplating her options. Seeing that it couldn't be help, Adrianna rolled her eyes and dissipated her illusions. They were no fun anyway, the fight was dying down and no one died yet. It was such a disappointment to Adrianna, wanting to see more carnage. Adrianna glanced back to Jennifer and gave a smile. She then changed into Jennifer's image right in front of the intended target. Her soft smile twisted and turned into a sinister one, one donned by psychotic people. She pointed at Jennifer and ran her finger under her throat, indicating that Jennifer was dead. With that, Adrianna left the room in a cheerful manner. Things were going to get interesting at the academy.