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

[Archembalt]

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.

"You threatened a government official and got away with it? And were you serious about the -- Nevermind."

Orson knew where he was. That was a stupid question.

"I mean, I could kill people . . . but, honestly, I'm not so used to killing other people. I've managed to steer clear of any sort of bloody conflict when I can. This last mission, I didn't even kill a single person. What's with this obsession to kill, anyway? The other Etas were really, really keen on spilling blood. I'm just not into that, you know? I've killed . . . maybe once."

Should I really lie about that? I would be seen as weak if I told them that I've never killed someone in my life. Tough kid in class. Remember.

"Also . . . No offense, but your powers seem kind of, ahm . . . unstable? Uncontrollable?"

[Aidannadia]

"You threatened a government official and got away with it? And were you serious about the -- Nevermind."

Orson knew where he was. That was a stupid question.

"I mean, I could kill people . . . but, honestly, I'm not so used to killing other people. I've managed to steer clear of any sort of bloody conflict when I can. This last mission, I didn't even kill a single person. What's with this obsession to kill, anyway? The other Etas were really, really keen on spilling blood. I'm just not into that, you know? I've killed . . . maybe once."

Should I really lie about that? I would be seen as weak if I told them that I've never killed someone in my life. Tough kid in class. Remember.

"Also . . . No offense, but your powers seem kind of, ahm . . . unstable? Uncontrollable?"

Amar continued through the dorm bloc of the school before turning into a room at random.

Despite his best hopes, it seemed everyone in this room was fully clothed which didn't bode well for how much attention the teen would pay into entering, but there was something nearly as interesting: Orson- What's his last name again? Oh, who cares. Amar dismissed the thought.

Amar gave a whistle of surprise, "Ey, you're an Eta, right? I hear that mission didn't go so well, buddy." He gave his a nice pat on the shoulder before turning to Orson's partner in conversation. "Now you, my friend, I do not know your name. Care to clean up some of the mystery there, pretty boy?" Amar said, blowing smoke in Dante's direction before flashing a smile, "Amar Bashir's the name." The student spat in his palm, revealing some blackened saliva that his peer would almost assuredly not want to be touching.

[The Dystopian Isles of Frisct]

"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.

"You threatened a government official and got away with it? And were you serious about the -- Nevermind."

Orson knew where he was. That was a stupid question.

"I mean, I could kill people . . . but, honestly, I'm not so used to killing other people. I've managed to steer clear of any sort of bloody conflict when I can. This last mission, I didn't even kill a single person. What's with this obsession to kill, anyway? The other Etas were really, really keen on spilling blood. I'm just not into that, you know? I've killed . . . maybe once."

Should I really lie about that? I would be seen as weak if I told them that I've never killed someone in my life. Tough kid in class. Remember.

"Also . . . No offense, but your powers seem kind of, ahm . . . unstable? Uncontrollable?"

"Well, they actually are quite unstable. I've only ever had one incident when I couldn't fully control my powers, and I know that it will never happen again. Unless something happens that puts me under extreme emotional stress, then there are no problems with my powers."

"You threatened a government official and got away with it? And were you serious about the -- Nevermind."

Orson knew where he was. That was a stupid question.

"I mean, I could kill people . . . but, honestly, I'm not so used to killing other people. I've managed to steer clear of any sort of bloody conflict when I can. This last mission, I didn't even kill a single person. What's with this obsession to kill, anyway? The other Etas were really, really keen on spilling blood. I'm just not into that, you know? I've killed . . . maybe once."

Should I really lie about that? I would be seen as weak if I told them that I've never killed someone in my life. Tough kid in class. Remember.

"Also . . . No offense, but your powers seem kind of, ahm . . . unstable? Uncontrollable?"

Amar continued through the dorm bloc of the school before turning into a room at random.

Despite his best hopes, it seemed everyone in this room was fully clothed which didn't bode well for how much attention the teen would pay into entering, but there was something nearly as interesting: Orson- What's his last name again? Oh, who cares. Amar dismissed the thought.

Amar gave a whistle of surprise, "Ey, you're an Eta, right? I hear that mission didn't go so well, buddy." He gave his a nice pat on the shoulder before turning to Orson's partner in conversation. "Now you, my friend, I do not know your name. Care to clean up some of the mystery there, pretty boy?" Amar said, blowing smoke in Dante's direction.

"Name 's Dante. I would appreciate it highly if you didn't blow smoke around in my room. My nose isn't superhuman, but I still have a strong sense of smell." Dante waved the smoke away with his hand. He saw the boy hold out his hand with a little bit of blackened spit in it. Right before he shook his hand, he summoned up a small amount of negative matter equivalent to the amount of spit in between their hands and destroyed the spit.

[Archembalt]

"You threatened a government official and got away with it? And were you serious about the -- Nevermind."

Orson knew where he was. That was a stupid question.

"I mean, I could kill people . . . but, honestly, I'm not so used to killing other people. I've managed to steer clear of any sort of bloody conflict when I can. This last mission, I didn't even kill a single person. What's with this obsession to kill, anyway? The other Etas were really, really keen on spilling blood. I'm just not into that, you know? I've killed . . . maybe once."

Should I really lie about that? I would be seen as weak if I told them that I've never killed someone in my life. Tough kid in class. Remember.

"Also . . . No offense, but your powers seem kind of, ahm . . . unstable? Uncontrollable?"

Amar continued through the dorm bloc of the school before turning into a room at random.

Despite his best hopes, it seemed everyone in this room was fully clothed which didn't bode well for how much attention the teen would pay into entering, but there was something nearly as interesting: Orson- What's his last name again? Oh, who cares. Amar dismissed the thought.

Amar gave a whistle of surprise, "Ey, you're an Eta, right? I hear that mission didn't go so well, buddy." He gave his a nice pat on the shoulder before turning to Orson's partner in conversation. "Now you, my friend, I do not know your name. Care to clean up some of the mystery there, pretty boy?" Amar said, blowing smoke in Dante's direction before flashing a smile, "Amar Bashir's the name." The student spat in his palm, revealing some blackened saliva that his peer would almost assuredly not want to be touching.

Orson glanced at the doorway, catching sight of Amar as he entered. "Oh. Hello there." He grunted when Amar made mention of the failed mission, nodding his head. "The rest of the Eta's here are a bunch of nuts, I'm telling you. Bloodthirsty brutes. Not sure if I'm going to mix in well with them. They're just far too . . . Egh, you get it. I hope."

As Amar went to billow smoke out of his mouth and into the room, he scowled. This expression only increased in its definition when Amar spat onto his own hand before extending a hand outwards to Dante. "You're smoking at this age, man?"

"You threatened a government official and got away with it? And were you serious about the -- Nevermind."

Orson knew where he was. That was a stupid question.

"I mean, I could kill people . . . but, honestly, I'm not so used to killing other people. I've managed to steer clear of any sort of bloody conflict when I can. This last mission, I didn't even kill a single person. What's with this obsession to kill, anyway? The other Etas were really, really keen on spilling blood. I'm just not into that, you know? I've killed . . . maybe once."

Should I really lie about that? I would be seen as weak if I told them that I've never killed someone in my life. Tough kid in class. Remember.

"Also . . . No offense, but your powers seem kind of, ahm . . . unstable? Uncontrollable?"

"Well, they actually are quite unstable. I've only ever had one incident when I couldn't fully control my powers, and I know that it will never happen again. Unless something happens that puts me under extreme emotional stress, then there are no problems with my powers."

"Given the intensity of missions being assigned, I'd say that the whole 'extreme emotional stress' situation might be commonplace."

[Aidannadia]

----
"Well, they actually are quite unstable. I've only ever had one incident when I couldn't fully control my powers, and I know that it will never happen again. Unless something happens that puts me under extreme emotional stress, then there are no problems with my powers."

----

"Name 's Dante. I would appreciate it highly if you didn't blow smoke around in my room. My nose isn't superhuman, but I still have a strong sense of smell." Dante waved the smoke away with his hand. He saw the boy hold out his hand with a little bit of blackened spit in it. Right before he shook his hand, he summons up a small amount of negative matter equivalent to the amount of spit in between their hands a destroyed the spit.

Amar smiled slyly, assuming that their hands were now stuck together with Gunk, but his lips bent down at their ends when he tried to pull away and successfully did so. "Wow, we got a fucking magician here! How'd you do that, pal?" Amar gave a mocking tone in surprise, raising his eyebrow at the end of the sentence.

"You know, just for that, I'll put out this cigarette for you." He spit a small amount of tar fluid on the end with precision and stuck the cig' to the wall.

Orson glanced at the doorway, catching sight of Amar as he entered. "Oh. Hello there." He grunted when Amar made mention of the failed mission, nodding his head. "The rest of the Eta's here are a bunch of nuts, I'm telling you. Bloodthirsty brutes. Not sure if I'm going to mix in well with them. They're just far too . . . Egh, you get it."

As Amar went to billow smoke out of his mouth and into the room, he scowled. This expression only increased in its definition when Amar spit on his own hand. "You're smoking at this age, man?"

Amar burst into laughter, "I'd do it younger if I could, believe me. I'll admit, some of the excitement left when I turned 18, but it's still just as sweet."

"I gotcha. Saw something you weren't ready for. Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Promise." He gave a semi-serious nod to Orson.

[The Dystopian Isles of Frisct]

----
"Well, they actually are quite unstable. I've only ever had one incident when I couldn't fully control my powers, and I know that it will never happen again. Unless something happens that puts me under extreme emotional stress, then there are no problems with my powers."

----

"Name 's Dante. I would appreciate it highly if you didn't blow smoke around in my room. My nose isn't superhuman, but I still have a strong sense of smell." Dante waved the smoke away with his hand. He saw the boy hold out his hand with a little bit of blackened spit in it. Right before he shook his hand, he summons up a small amount of negative matter equivalent to the amount of spit in between their hands a destroyed the spit.

Amar smiled slyly, assuming that their hands were now stuck together with Gunk, but his lips bent down at their ends when he tried to pull away and successfully did so. "Wow, we got a fucking magician here! How'd you do that, pal?" Amar gave a mocking tone in surprise, raising his eyebrow at the end of the sentence.

"You know, just for that, I'll put out this cigarette for you." He spit a small amount of tar fluid on the end with precision and stuck the cig' to the wall.

Orson glanced at the doorway, catching sight of Amar as he entered. "Oh. Hello there." He grunted when Amar made mention of the failed mission, nodding his head. "The rest of the Eta's here are a bunch of nuts, I'm telling you. Bloodthirsty brutes. Not sure if I'm going to mix in well with them. They're just far too . . . Egh, you get it."

As Amar went to billow smoke out of his mouth and into the room, he scowled. This expression only increased in its definition when Amar spit on his own hand. "You're smoking at this age, man?"

Amar burst into laughter, "I'd do it younger if I could, believe me. I'll admit, some of the excitement left when I turned 18, but it's still just as sweet."

"I gotcha. Saw something you weren't ready for. Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Promise." He gave a semi-serious nod to Orson.

Dante sighed and walked over to the wall where the cigarette was stuck. He formed a small rod of negative matter the same size as the cigarette and pushed them together, destroying the cigarette and the tar. "I can destroy any and all forms of matter. I'll admit that my power isn't as stable as I would like it to be, but it's my power all the same. I'll learn how to use it better with experience from future missions. So, what exactly can you do? It appears that you can stick stuff together with your spit, but is there anything else you can do?"

[Archembalt]

Orson glanced at the doorway, catching sight of Amar as he entered. "Oh. Hello there." He grunted when Amar made mention of the failed mission, nodding his head. "The rest of the Eta's here are a bunch of nuts, I'm telling you. Bloodthirsty brutes. Not sure if I'm going to mix in well with them. They're just far too . . . Egh, you get it."

As Amar went to billow smoke out of his mouth and into the room, he scowled. This expression only increased in its definition when Amar spit on his own hand. "You're smoking at this age, man?"

Amar burst into laughter, "I'd do it younger if I could, believe me. I'll admit, some of the excitement left when I turned 18, but it's still just as sweet."

"I gotcha. Saw something you weren't ready for. Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Promise." He gave a semi-serious nod to Orson.

"I really hope it does get better. My classmates are . . . wild."

Orson shuddered in disgust when Amar spewed out more of the black slurry onto the end of the cigarette, and then gave him a quizzical look when he stuck it onto Dante's wall.

His eyes drifted over to Dante just when he eliminated the wall-bound litter, lifting his brows in clear surprise.

No hotheaded tendencies. These guys seem alright.

[Kractero]

Timeskip for Eta Mission Transport

The VTOL transport for the Etas have landed back on the Jupiter. This should not distrupt anything going on inside the airship, but just assume that the transport had been moving the entire time since the mission ends. Anything that needs to be done in the RP that may have been missed can be coded with a Before Timeskip.

[Kractero]

"She doesn't abuse her powers," Marissa replies. "If you ask her to use it on you, she might."

She notices him stiffen as Karl comes in. She wondered what was wrong.

James shrugs "I don't really think I would want her to use her powers on me, it seems like it would be pretty uncomfortable having your own emotions of love being controlled and used against you."

"Hey, she doesn't make it permanent," she replies. Her phone beeps, and she pulls it out.

"Another application...I made a makeshift mobile app that notifies me whenever the school receives an application. Luna? Interesting."

[Arstotzkas]

James shrugs "I don't really think I would want her to use her powers on me, it seems like it would be pretty uncomfortable having your own emotions of love being controlled and used against you."

"Hey, she doesn't make it permanent," she replies. Her phone beeps, and she pulls it out.

"Another application...I made a makeshift mobile app that notifies me whenever the school receives an application. Luna? Interesting."

"How intriguing" James says, sounding curious "How many new apps did we get? Also, do you have any information on this Luna, if you found them interesting I'm sure I will."

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.

Jennifer glares at Adrianna and her illusions, her facial expression saying "Don't try to mess with me or else you might find yourself at the bottom of the ocean It was clear their power set was similar, they could both create things, just one illusions and the other real things. She calmly sees the facade of herself and looks unimpressed overall, even scoffing a little bit seemingly arrogantly . As she leaves, Jennifer waves to her as if they were old friends and mutters under her breath "Looks like I might have a new enemy at this school. Perhaps things might get interesting after all...."

[Kractero]

"Hey, she doesn't make it permanent," she replies. Her phone beeps, and she pulls it out.

"Another application...I made a makeshift mobile app that notifies me whenever the school receives an application. Luna? Interesting."

"How intriguing" James says, sounding curious "How many new apps did we get? Also, do you have any information on this Luna, if you found them interesting I'm sure I will."

"Well, the application says she's not a human," Marissa says, scrolling down with her hand. "She's an elf."

[Archembalt]

----
"Well, they actually are quite unstable. I've only ever had one incident when I couldn't fully control my powers, and I know that it will never happen again. Unless something happens that puts me under extreme emotional stress, then there are no problems with my powers."

----

"Name 's Dante. I would appreciate it highly if you didn't blow smoke around in my room. My nose isn't superhuman, but I still have a strong sense of smell." Dante waved the smoke away with his hand. He saw the boy hold out his hand with a little bit of blackened spit in it. Right before he shook his hand, he summons up a small amount of negative matter equivalent to the amount of spit in between their hands a destroyed the spit.

Amar smiled slyly, assuming that their hands were now stuck together with Gunk, but his lips bent down at their ends when he tried to pull away and successfully did so. "Wow, we got a fucking magician here! How'd you do that, pal?" Amar gave a mocking tone in surprise, raising his eyebrow at the end of the sentence.

"You know, just for that, I'll put out this cigarette for you." He spit a small amount of tar fluid on the end with precision and stuck the cig' to the wall.

Orson glanced at the doorway, catching sight of Amar as he entered. "Oh. Hello there." He grunted when Amar made mention of the failed mission, nodding his head. "The rest of the Eta's here are a bunch of nuts, I'm telling you. Bloodthirsty brutes. Not sure if I'm going to mix in well with them. They're just far too . . . Egh, you get it."

As Amar went to billow smoke out of his mouth and into the room, he scowled. This expression only increased in its definition when Amar spit on his own hand. "You're smoking at this age, man?"

Amar burst into laughter, "I'd do it younger if I could, believe me. I'll admit, some of the excitement left when I turned 18, but it's still just as sweet."

"I gotcha. Saw something you weren't ready for. Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Promise." He gave a semi-serious nod to Orson.

"Aaanyway, what are your powers? I'm curious to know as well."

[Doughertania]

*Welp, that wasn't meant to go there*

[Charlia]

"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.

"Natalya Furan was born to be an assassin," Poppy said slowly. "Her parents gave her to an orphanage after she was born, intending for her to learn how to survive by any means necessary. And when they decided the time was right, her mother tracked her down so she could become who she was always meant to be..."

Poppy stared at the ground.

"I caught a glimpse of her birth certificate, once. Raven... is Madame Anastasia's only child."

[Galnius]

TIME SKIP TO SHOOTING RANGE, LIKE FIVE MINUTES MAX
Sal was wielding his favorite pistol, a modified desert eagle with silncers. However, due to it being a shooting range, he still wore his earmuffs. "Nothing to take off a little steam than shooting a gun, eh mate?!" Said sal, hitting the target a large majority of the time. "Pity they aren't live targets though!"

Coilin was shooting the Python gun he picked up up for the fight with Anastasia. He was starting to hit the target more often than not, but he still wasn't a great shot. "If they were, I'd be dead by now mate!" he yelled, the earmuffs on his head pushed back a little.

Snickering just a little, Salazar continued firing, though focused on Coilin's target. He didn't really use his eyes for targeting, he just guessed where it would end up using math and odds. "I didn't say they had to have a weapon you know!"

[Arstotzkas]

"How intriguing" James says, sounding curious "How many new apps did we get? Also, do you have any information on this Luna, if you found them interesting I'm sure I will."

"Well, the application says she's not a human," Marissa says, scrolling down with her hand. "She's an elf."

"An elf?" James replies, starting to get interested "Sounds intriguing. Is there anything more about her or is that all?"

[Kractero]

"Well, the application says she's not a human," Marissa says, scrolling down with her hand. "She's an elf."

"An elf?" James replies, starting to get interested "Sounds intriguing. Is there anything more about her or is that all?"

"She supposedly comes from an alternate realm called Yggdrasil," Marissa explains. "Probably named after the Nordic world tree...but it is alternate. Apparently she was kidnapped through dimensions and lived in Siberia for ten years. Says that she's not good with human items and slang, and may be somewhat hard to befriend (getting past her fears), but when you are, she doesn't leave you. Sounds great for you, James."

[CoraSpia]

"By the Gods..." Kadus said softly. "I sort of guessed when you said she wasn't an orphan...but it's still horrible. How could a mother do that to her daughter? It's horrible. I only kept her alive because...oh....Ireally shouldn't say..."

[Charlia]

"By the Gods..." Kadus said softly. "I sort of guessed when you said she wasn't an orphan...but it's still horrible. How could a mother do that to her daughter? It's horrible. I only kept her alive because...oh....Ireally shouldn't say..."

"She's a psychopath," Poppy said calmly, and then continued on, only a spark of anger in her eyes.

"Psychopaths get bored."


Then she tilted her head in confusion. "What do you mean, you shouldn't say? Has someone given you orders to keep something secret?"

[Kractero]

"By the Gods..." Kadus said softly. "I sort of guessed when you said she wasn't an orphan...but it's still horrible. How could a mother do that to her daughter? It's horrible. I only kept her alive because...oh....Ireally shouldn't say..."

"She's a psychopath," Poppy said calmly, and then continued on, only a spark of anger in her eyes.

"Psychopaths get bored."


Then she tilted her head in confusion. "What do you mean, you shouldn't say? Has someone given you orders to keep something secret?"

"Not a psychopath anymore," Niko interjects, pointing at the disabled woman.

[CoraSpia]

"That they have," Kadus said, sighing and leaning on the wall. "As you said...we're all someones pawns. I'm meant to make her a highly pliable killer again. Someone who'll kill on command."

[Arstotzkas]

"An elf?" James replies, starting to get interested "Sounds intriguing. Is there anything more about her or is that all?"

"She supposedly comes from an alternate realm called Yggdrasil," Marissa explains. "Probably named after the Nordic world tree...but it is alternate. Apparently she was kidnapped through dimensions and lived in Siberia for ten years. Says that she's not good with human items and slang, and may be somewhat hard to befriend (getting past her fears), but when you are, she doesn't leave you. Sounds great for you, James."

" An alternate dimension elf who lived in Siberia huh? Now you have my interest. Do you know when she gets to the school? It seems like her and I would get along pretty well, given all the info I know about her."

[Charlia]

"That they have," Kadus said, sighing and leaning on the wall. "As you said...we're all someones pawns. I'm meant to make her a highly pliable killer again. Someone who'll kill on command."

"What?!" Poppy shrieked. "Someone wants her to be an assassin again? What sort of madman would ever... ever want her to be like that?"

Her heart was racing, now. Anastasia had done horrible things and overseen many more. She couldn't return to that state. She couldn't!

No. No. No. No. The word pounded through her mind with each heartbeat.

This can't be real, this can't be right.

[Stattr]

Stehpen was roaming around the campus, having gotten his class already and done most of the work for it, he decided to just wander around the place and get familiar with the building. He was currently outside of the school walking around, a slight breeze in the air, wiping his white hair around slightly. He always has a satchel around him to carry at least one or two books in. He hasn't really talked to anyone either, he's been busy just observing. He hasn't really been to the places the other students have either, he's been minding his own and liking it.

He passed a tree and looked at it, he then went over and climbed it, finding a nice little spot he could read his book. He liked reading about the past, about great villains and great heroes, getting to know the story better of the past. But today he pulled a book out of his satchel about the ocean. He had a hobby of taking a break from villains and such and just reading about wildlife and the creatures in the ocean and what lay beneath it. He opened to the first page and began to read about the depths of the ocean.

[CoraSpia]

Kadus put a hand on Poppy's shoulder and tried to comfort her, thinking that she must be getting, to the best of her knowledge, a bit mental.
"Don't worry," she said in a soothing voice. "She'll be far away from here...she'll never hurt you again. Noone will, as long as you're here...well, apart from maybe Anton."