Forgotten Freedom:97
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On a nearby bulletin board at Camp
List of Counselor's and Classes
Smig: *wringing his hands evilly* Phase 1 of my evil plan begins...
Smig's evil plan:
Phase 1: Convert the children to my cause.
Phase 2: ???
Phase 3: DESTROY ALL OF CIVILIZATION! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Chalky's hunting class:
Chalky - Ok see those elk there in the clearing, you skull boy set the skeleton to come at them from down wind, you two quori stop it with the pda and circle round to the left when the skeleton scares them towards you use those fists to break as many legs as possible, no psi, the rest close in on the injured ones with your knives.
Kithle's Ethics Class
Kithle - Someone you don't like is in mortal peril and helping costs you little to nothing?
Piffany - Like, leave'em to rot the lousy *****.
Kithle - Hardly save their ass then take them for all their worth.
Naz'roth stands before a lecturn, he scowls at the gathered Children.
Naz'roth: I am Naz'roth of legion ,Daemon Lord, Progienator of Vampire Kind, and Master Magesmith but you may call me Naz'roth. it will save time in your perhaps short time here. any questions before i continue?
random Child: Whats with the feathered wings? i thought fiends had bat wings?
Naz'roth: *slight scowl* yes, Fiends usualy have bat wings. To tell you the truth i am an Ex-Angel who's turned his back on the light. *flexes his black feathered wings* now, what do you know of the Planar beings named Fiends?
Another random child: *with hand up* they are the physical manifestation of evil in the multiverse.
Naz'roth: true. anything else? *no hands* very well. Fiends are usualy divided into three catagories Devils, Demons and Yugoloths. but of course there are many other catagories. One many millienia ago the Fiends ruled this plane and all other races where their slaves. there where many ranks in the hierarcy of that time the highest of which where (in highest to lowest) Daemon Lord, Rajah, Daemon, Duke and so on. now i want you to write down EVERYTHING i've told you, it may yet save your life.
NJ26: So now we've lost Jaela. That's…………is that a bad thing?
Death Paper: It's worse than that. (shows off an area where Erk has scribbled something)
Note: Sorry guys, my world is being developed at the moment and I'm needed. You should be fine without me.
NJ26: :mad: I think I'm going to throttle my E.B.N.E.
Just then there is a scream from the crowd, and people started stampeding for the exits.
Death Paper: Hey! (stamp) HEY! (stomp) :headexplo STOP TRAMPLING—(comically flattened)……Ow……What's going on out there?
NJ26 leaps up onto a convention table to see over the crowd.
NJ26: :confused: There's a pair of Quori trashing the manga?
Silver sees that Volrath is assigned to sex ed.
Silver: HEY! That's my department!
OOcat: No, your department is adolescent sex myths.
Silver: Oh…right…carry on.
Terra: So tell us about this place; I mean we haven’t seen much of it, but Sa’vor mentioned you saying it was a utopia? And how did you create it? And how do people get here? We were only able to get in cause you let us, so… how do people even know to come here?
Terrek: Ah. All the questions that are one question really; what is this place? The answer is not quite so simple as the question, but answers rarely are. To start, I’ll give you a little history. I didn’t create this place; I… liberated it.
Lisa: You stole it?
Terrek: Please; do you honestly think I’d resort to petty theft? No, I had to kill for it. This place was once under the rule of the demon lord Ther’nen. She was a tyrant. sHe did many great things, but was a tyrant none the less. The wine that sits in the glasses before you was one of those great things. The vineyards here produce grapes unlike any other, so much so that our wine is widely regarded by wine tasters as one of, if not the best. However, to man the vineyards she forced countless beings into slavery and worked them to the death. I came here in my endless pursuit for perfection after hearing rumors of the beauty of the denizens. These denizens it turns out were succubi but I didn’t learn that till long after I had arrived.
This place was more than just a huge winery; it was a paradise. The architecture was astounding, the people beautiful, the wine superb, and the drugs pure. It was a debauchery of sin and excess. The wildest desires could be fulfilled in moments and last for days. Naturally, everything comes with a price.
The gates of the realm were open to all and naturally countless mortals entered them. The price I spoke of was of course your soul. Ther’nen used mortal souls to fuel her own power over the beings here and to rise to even greater power. I was in my youth when I first ventured here and so fell prey to the delights of the place, even abandoning my quest for perfection for a time. It was here that I acquired my Rhapsody of Pain.
Despite my youth I was still among the most powerful beings here and so drew the attention of Ther’nen herself. I became her consort for a time and eventually she sought to devour my soul and make my power her own. She almost succeeded. I was able to break free from her, but she’d shattered my soul, leaving me weak. I don’t know what foul god appeared to me; I believe it was the Keeper himself; but he offered a way to survive and exact revenge. At this point I was fading away to nothing; my powers depleted and my spirit broken; so I took it. He infused in me the power to replenish my soul with that of others and steal their powers away from them in the process. I began systematically hunting down all the powerful demons of the realm and slaying them, gaining new heights of power with every soul I devoured.
This of course drew Ther’nen’s attention. She began hunting me down but I kept slaying her lords. The slaves of the fields heard of me, heard of the swath of blood I was making across the realm and believed me to be their savior. When I was battered and bruised, they helped me. When I was hiding from Ther’nen, they sheltered me. At times I would join them in the fields, to lay low, or to slay one of the slave masters. Before long I was known as the savior and the demons whispered my name in fear. Ther’nen was slowly losing control over her realm with each life I took. Eventually I confronted her.
We fought for days, and ultimately, she bested me. I lay there battered and broken upon the ground having expended the last of my strength. She moved to take the rest of my soul, a prize she now coveted, believing that it was the key to holding her realm. I remember she nealt down bleeding and picked me up by my face. Countless wounds marred her once perfect skin but her lips were as flawless as ever. She raised my head to hers and kissed me deeply, as she had when she’d first tried to drain me of my soul. I knew in that instant that I was doomed, but nothing happened. She tried it thrice more, but to no avail, I was protected. She made to drop me in the dirt again and perhaps to simply take my life if she couldn’t have my soul but I found the last vestiges of my strength within me and I ripped her throat out with my teeth…
Serene - oh my :eek: :yuck: I think I'm needed elsewhere. -exit-
Terrek - Its difficult sometimes to remember how sensitive she is.
Terra - She's going out with Satnak?
Lisa - ...
Ketler runs down the halls, screaming.
Kelter: CARNIVOROUS WAFFLE IRONS!
There is the rappid sound of many *clap, clap* behind him.
The squirrels and Slaypaw and Fluffy stand on opposite sides of the ship. Each is waiting for the other to make a move.
Suddenly, Marish steps out from among the ranks of squirrels. She holds a rapier, one which seems to have an unusually sharp edge.
Slaypaw: Look! Marish!
She takes a bottle of shampoo out of the Lunchbox, and grins.
Marish: :eek: :shocked: :OMG! :gah: :twitch: :surrender
Slaypaw ties her up, and Fluffy helps Slaypaw carry her off deck.
Squirrels: :confused:
Slaypaw sticks her head out of the doorway.
Slaypaw: We'll be back for YOU later.
Serene - Terrek is no true-warrior he is a mage, if he did things like that I can't imagine what Satnak has seen and done.
Satnak - Now is the-
knock knock knock
Serene - Satnak we need to talk.
Satnak - (i.h.h. I know what this means :weep: )
-opens door-
Serene - How many people have you killed? :(
Satnak - ...I don't know. There was Ketty, then Toris, then it gets hazy, i know i slaughtered alot of abberattions when Volrath tried to take the ship. Then there were the C'tan that kidnapped Terra. THen the shadow fiends when they made their bid on Terra. Hundreds of Rakshasa died when Ariajni killed Brianna. There was Pun-Pun of course, but you knew about that.
Serene - You didn't actually kill him, though.
Satnak - Left him helpless near the FF, its the same thing.
Serene - ...
Redirectus: I shall pass judgement on all who hijack plotlines and side track posters! Feel my wrath, puny mort-*KFRAZZAP*
Redirectus melts as a ball of white hot plazma strikes him.
OORampant: *as Mewtwo* Ah, my shiny little chunks of XP, you try so hard...
Riding a sled pulled by carnivorous waffle irons through camp
Kithle - Jingle Bells, Jarlot smells/Norbaz laid an egg Our airship lost the keel/But no redshirts got away hey!
Serene - ...
Satnak - SAY SOMETHING! :weep:
Serene - :( I don't understand how people can do that to each other.
Satnak - That makes you a very special person...but i do understand it, its a need to protect those around you. There are forces out there that will think nothing of crimes that make the worst massacres of the wars look like a clean fight. I am a Borisheel, I am the Breaker Prime, I am not going to let anything threaten you or anyone else I care about. I won't lie, I can't promise not to kill anymore, I'm not that good a fighter (I don't think even Levy is that good). I have much blood on my hands and there will be more, but I can not stand by while my friends get hurt. I'm sorry I understand if you don't want anything to do with me. :(
Serene - Satnak,... nothing will ever make me want to leave you. I don't understand, I don't think I ever will.
Satnak - I hope not.
Serene - But you were protecting yourself and those around you, I can't blame you for that.
Satnak - Not quite, What I did to Toris was murder, I hunted him down and Killed him slowly in vengeance for turning my sister againt me.
Serene - ... Everyone does things they're not proud of. I want to be with you Satnak, I just need to know what I'm getting into and that you won't try to hide it from me.
Satnak - Not quite, I enjoyed it, I'd do it again only slower. After what that cretin did to Ketty...
Serene - -sigh- I still want to be with you, you have your darkness, so does everyone else.
Satnak - ... (i.h.h. mol I don't deserve this, but I'll doanything for this girl) I want you to have something.
Satnak gets up and opens her closet.
Serene - What?
Satnak Turns around holding her Sword The Gaurded Heart.
Satnak - Amongst my people this marks you as a potencial mate, sort of equivalent to being a girlfriend here.
Serene - I don't know how to use this thing, I don't think i want to.
Satnak - Its not about the sword, its about us, our connection, about one day being family.
Serene - Then yes I'll take good Care of it, and never let it leave my side.
Lisa: Shouldn’t you look after your daughter?
Terrek: She’ll be fine; she just gets upset sometimes. I’m sure she’s just gone off to talk to Satnak or something.
Terra: She’s going out with Satnak?
Terrek: (Ignoring Terra) Anyway, as I was saying… According to planar law, this plane was now mine, however several powerful demons still resided here and all of them immediately made a bid to steal my newly acquired throne. Armies were formed, sides were chosen and ultimately a four way war erupted between all of the demon lords for stewardship of the realm, forgetting me completely. Why they decided to fight each other and not simply attack me first, weakened as I was was beyond me at the time. Eventually I just chalked it up to the nature of demons to turn on one another at the first opportunity; there’d been infighting between them all for millennia. While they waged war on one another I waited and bided my time, killing only small scout patrols to sustain myself. I then returned to the slaves, and freed them. Together we set up defenses in the capital, Xen’laa and waited as they demons killed each other off. Three years we were holed up, maintaining our defenses before we struck. . I’d been training the former slaves those three years, teaching them the arts of war and augmenting them with grafts where I could. Our attack was swift and brutal. We came in the night to one of the lords’ strongholds and slaughtered all in our wake; only a few lived to tell of our fury to the other lords.
Before the remaining three could unite against us I made alliances with two of them, to each pledging to destroy the other, offering up the same plan of attack to both; they’d launch an initial assault and we’d move in and wipe out the other side by surprise. They met in the battlefield and clashed, destroying each other as I had intended. True to my word, we swept in and wiped them out to a man. I killed both of those two lords myself, taking from the first the tattered remains of his once coveted wings and from the second a crown of flame for which he was known. The next day I met with the remaining lord, the most powerful of the three, and wore on my shoulders one lord’s wings as a cloak and on my brow the other’s crown. I remember it as though it was yesterday. I threw open the doors of his keep and walked in. The guards rushed me and I slew them with my bare hands (holds hands in front of himself and stares at them, as though he could see them still running with blood). I tossed their carcasses on the steps to his throne and told him that if he didn’t surrender that moment he’d be next. Naturally he declined; demons are a defiant lot; and attacked me. He stood no chance. I’d bested his master, Ther’nen, and was now fueled by the souls of the other three demon lords who had died at my hands. These chains I now wield used to belong to him, before I ripped them from his back and crushed his spine. I dragged him limp to his balcony and made him beg for death before his amassed army. I slit his throat and rent him in two devouring his soul in the process. His corpse I tossed into the amassed troops and let his blood bathe them.
At that moment, my army of former slaves burst through the gates to the stronghold and surrounded his troops. I gave them the choice, bow before me and proclaim me Lord or I’d see their blood stain the land. As one they dropped to their knees and swore allegiance to me…
Bunny: You see Serene, it's simple: people are afraid, they must eliminate the source of their fear. You can reduce any negative sentient thought to its fear component. Except for those people who like to kill others.
Silver: Terrek sure is long wind—
13: We're not supposed to know what goes on in there!
Silver: Oh………well…I'm baaaaaaaack. :devil:
Bunny: I actually missed you. So what do we screw up first?
The crowds shuffle on the the Forgotten Freedom with a minimal of scuffling. Kithle manages to keep most of them in line.
Kithle: Alright you little worms, the dorms are over there, *points to a bunch of ramshackle huts in the center of the deck*, the food places are there *points to Norbaz's galley* and there, *Points to Erk's Place* but be careful of the second one. They card nasty.
Crowd of Youngsters: Grumble
Kithle cocks an eyebrow.
Crowd of Youngsters: *Gulp* sorry...
Kithle: Okay each of you will find that you have a green symbol on the back of your left hand. Look at it and match it to the correct dorm. I don't care what happens in there, but if they're destroyed in any way, tough luck. Rebuild 'em yourself.
Piffany: What about the potty?
Kithle: Side of the ship.
Piffany: What?!
Kithle: The potties are over the railing. The bathrooms are over there and in each of your dorms.
Piffany: err... Which one are you?
Kithle: I'm Kithle, the Magnificent Bastard. Now get settled in. We're serving lunch in five.
Disarray - Whoohoo we made it, those cross multiversals can be hell.
Cloaked figure - feh
Disarray - Oooh look Campers I gotta mess with them, you go on ahead.
Serene - Leggo
Satnak - Huh :confused: :(
Serene - I couldn't kiss you from there silly girl. (insert make out scene)
A wooded area with a nearby lake, actually yet another extradimensional pocket created specificly for use for Camp Forgotten Freedom. A fair number of the campers are gathered here, come to attend Kanatash's class...
Kanatash: (appearing out of thin air) Greetings. Welcome to my class on Psychological Warfare and Torture. (glancing across the campers) Hm, more of you have arrived than I expected. I must assume that either noone bothered to fill you in on what to expect in my classes or the lot of you are far more sick and twisted than I anticipated. Ah well, I'm sure the matter will sort itself out in time. Now, how many of you know who I am?
Robrand: (raises hand) You're Kanatash. Long time member of the Forgotten Freedom, known throughout the five nations for sowing madness and chaos in your wake.
Kanatash: Precisely, and now that my ego has been sufficiently stroked we can continue with the class. Many of you will at some point in your lives will find yourselves in various conflicts. Even if you set out live a quiet life in a house enclave or a family business you will at times find forces gathered against you. These may be anything from an anoying and hated coworker to a jerk or bully to a lynch mob out for your blood. The simplest way to end such conflict is of course simply to slaughter those who oppose you but there are many cases when this will be impossible or implausible, particularly in more mundane conflicts. This is where psychological warfare comes into play, generals have long used these sorts of tactics to break the will of armies, I will teach you to use the same sort of tactics on a far more personal level. Now why don't we start with a few historical precedents-
Nemesis raises her hand
Kanatash: Yes?
Nemesis: What about the other part of the class sir?
Kanatash: Ah, yes. I apologize, I got ahead of myself. The second aspect of this class, torture. Now there is a fair amount of overlap between psychological warfare, or at least my variety, and torture but there are also certain aspects that are seperate. Torture may be physiological or psychological in nature but both are useful whether for information gathering, vengance, or just simple amusement. Now since we're on the subject I think we should start with this part of the class. One moment please.
He concentrates for a moment and suddenly dozens of squirrels pour out of a nearby portal into the trees. A handful more come after the initial swarm escorting seveal dozen redshirts sporting shackles and leg chains.
Kanatash: Before I start showing you various methods of my own I want to check out your own natural aptitudes for the subject. To this end I have brought in these redshirts, your goal is extract from one of these subjects one simple thing, their name.
Piffany: (raising hand) Ugh, Mr. Ghost person, all this seems kindof not-nice.
Kanatash: First, I may be incorperal, but I'm not a ghost. I'm a Kalashtar psion uncarnate that embodies the perfect madness of Xoriat. However you rais a semi-coherent point. Namely that some of you may be of a more moral persuasion here. For that reason I have selected redshirts which I have selected are mass murders, war crime convicts, pedophiles, and bards so that should ease any guilt you may feel over what is about to be done to them. Any more questions before I continue.
Silence
Kanatash: Good. Now as I was about to say your task will not be easy, because each of these redshirts has been informed that if they survive this session WITHOUT revealing their names they will be elevated to the level of skum(i.h.h. poor saps actually believed I would do it too), a great incentive to them. You do have certain advantages in your attempts though, I have borrowed one of the squirrel brigades for this class and they will be able to aquire for you any mundane equipment that you may require. You have one hour, I will be moving among you, examining your methods and results. Begin.
Robrands - Wrong approach *stab* *speak with dead*
Redshirt - My name is bob.
Kanatash - I hate necromancers.
Kanatash floats over to Robrands.
Kanatash: While that is a good and easy approach in some cases, it does not work in all. As a teacher it is my duty to teach you the hard way first so you can use it when the easy way fails. Therefore you must try again with a different redshirt. Anti-magic field
Nemisis - Ok hows this ahem...This little piggie went to market (breaks a finger)
Redshirt - AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGG
Nemisis - This little piggie stayed home. -snap-
this continues till the redshirt has no more fingers on that hand
Nemisis - ... Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear (rips out hair)
Redshirt - agh
Nemisis - Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair (there goes the armpits)
Redshirt - MY LIFE IS PAIN
Nemisis - Fuzzy wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy was he? (back hair)
Redshirt - *Breaks down into a sobbing heap*
Kanatash - On one hand I liked it, on the other the bastard didn't talk.
Nemisis - Not done yet, NEXT
New Redshirt - MYNAMEISFREDPLEASEDON'THURTME!
Kanatash: (scribbling something on a clipboard) Points for thinking outside the box however. I was wondering if anyone would see that loophole I left, congrats. Now though I need to see what you can do with the subject matter. Continue. (wanders off towards other campers)
Cool Cthultu : Hello, dudes and dudettes. This is Avoiding the Feds 101. Now, can anyone tell me why you don't want The Man breathing down your neck?
Elf Girl: *raises hand* Because he want's to ruin our fun just because it's illegal?
Cool Cthultu : Close, but no. Anyone else?
Half-Orc Boy: Because he wants it for himself?
Cool Cthultu : Not what I was looking for, but true none the less.
Kalashtar Girl: Because they think you can't handle the truth?
Cool Cthultu : Exactly. The Man doesn't want you gaining any insights into the universe that might weaken his hold on your life. He's just trying to bring you down. But there are many ways with which to fool this mighty adversary. I will start with a short demonstration. *points to a Halfling boy* Would you come up here, please? And bring that sheet I handed out.
The boy walks up nervously and stands in front of the class.
Cool Cthultu : What is your name, and, for future reference, your class?
Boy: Um...I'm Linus, and I'm a Druid.
Cool Cthultu : Dude, awesome choice. You should take my class on growing your own. But first things first. We're going to do a little role playing here. I'll play the part of The Man, and you have to try and get me to back off. Ready?
Linus nods nervously.
Cool Cthultu : *taking on a gruff tone and manner* What're ya doin' here, boy?
Linus: Nothing, sir.
Cool Cthultu : Nothing? Doesn't smell like nothing to me. Turn out your pockets.
Linus begins doing so, but Cool Cthultu stops him.
Cool Cthultu : No, no, no! You can't just give in like that. You've got to stand up to him! Remember to use your sheet.
Linus: *glances at his sheet* Um...ok. Uh...I haven't done anything, man! Why're you oppressing me?!
Cool Cthultu : Don't give me any lip, young man, just do as I ask.
Linus: No way, man! You don't own me! Get outta my face!
Cool Cthultu : *smiles and claps* That was very good for your first try. Remember, children, The Man becomes frightened and confused when threatend. Use this to your advantage. Once he discovers your stash, it's much harder to get him off your case. I'll show you ways to get out of that event next time. For now, I want you to pair off and practice your combative language. I'll be walking among you, so feel free to ask questions.
Satnak - Ok Keep your hands up and cover your face.
Piffany - I, like, can't see the bag.
Satnak - Then its behind your fist.
Piffany - oh...
Satnak - Jab, jab, cross, jab, jab, cross, jab, jab, cross, haymaker! Watch the bags
Campers - huh?
The bags reel around from the last part of the combo and smack the campers full on in their faces.
Satnak - Ok People time for the next session, Dance with me, follow the squirrels with the flags for other classes.
As the campers mill about and are joined by other groups going to the same class three familiar faces gather in the middle where their wispers are masked from even Satnak's ears.
Robrands - I certainly hope this doesn't mean that this brute of a woman isn't to teach us to dance, she looks like she's never even seen the inside of a ballroom.
Piffany - Like, Don't be so sure she swaggers just like any aristocrat. Maybe an obscure military familiy.
Nemisis - Who cares she's amazing, didn't you see how lightly she was tapping her bag and it still split at the seams.
Robrands - I won't deny her strength or prowess. She simply doesn't seem fit to teach courtly behavior, look at her hands.
Piffany - Nasty, scars everywhere.
Nemisis - She's seen some viscious fights.
The group arrives.
Serene - There you are, Now pair up. Satnak you're with me.
Satnak - :embarrass um,... sure I'm done for a while.
Robrands - :inlove:
Before Kanatash makes it vary far he is confronted by Nemesis.
Nemesis: Can I have another one? :bigeyes:
Kanatash: :confused: Why, you've already passed?
Nemesis: Yeah but those ones broke way to easy. I wasn't even getting started.
Kanatash: (considers it for a moment) Hm, well I do have some spares I was going to use for my own demonstrations later but I suppose you can have one more. Just don't blow through him like the last two, these guys aren't as easy to come by as you might think. Oh, and I want to be impressed with this one, the last two were almost amature.
Nemesis: (leading away a new redshirt) Yes sir. You won't be dissipointed
Kanatash: Intreging. I wonder what she has in mind.
At Kanatash's next stop a feral looking shifter of about 8 is working on a redshirt hanging in mid air from his shackles. The shifter stripping the skin from the redshirt with a set of flensing knives as he howls with animalistic glee.
Redshirt: AAAAAAH, I ALREADY SAID MY NAME IS SMITH! STOOOOP FOR THE LOVE OF JAELA! AAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!!!
The shifter seems unmoved by his plees and simply continues cutting.
Kanatash: (checking something on the clipboard) Simple, crude really, but undiniably effective. Pass.
Next Kanatash comes to Piffany where she has locked her redshirt in a cage with a dozen really happy, overly energetic puppies. The puppies have swarmed over the redshirt, licking and tickling him to the point where he has been reduced to tears.
Redshirt: :rofl:
Kanatash: A point for creativity but no results. He's laughing too hard to answer questions of any sort. Fail.
Piffany: :bigeyes: Awww, but look at it. It's just so cute...
Kanatash: Don't talk to me about cute, kid. I know cute, I'm marrying cute. I'm looking for freaky abnormal cute, this is just normal cute. If the puppies were absorbing his mind or were mutated somehow you might have something but as it is, no, just no.
Kanatash finally comes to where Nemesis is set up with her newest redshirt. The redshirt sits at the bottem of a 10 ft pit. His hands are unbound but his feet are shackled to a ring in the center of the floor. Nemesis stands at the edge of the pit holding a rope with a bucket tied to it and a garden hose. Just as Kanatash arrives Nemesis lowers the bucket, which he can see holds a glass jar, down to the redshirt.
Redshirt: What the **** is going on here!?
Nemesis says nothing and instead turns the hose on the redshirt, drenching him.
Redshirt: AURG!
Nemesis: (in an innocent, saccharine-sweet voice) It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told.
Redshirt: You're freakin me out here kid!
Nemesis: (spraying the redshirt) I rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.
Redshirt: (pulling out the jar and looking at it) This is acid! Are you nuts kid!?
At this point Nemesis once again sprays the redshirt and it is now that Kanatash notices an interesting feature of the pit. It's walls are solid stone as is its floor but it lacks a drain of any sort so the water sprayed in has no place to go and has been slowly pooling in the bottem. Now infact it has begun to lap the redshirt's knees.
Redshirt: Alright, alright I'll put it on! (begins spreading the acid over it's skin) AH! PAIN!
Nemesis: (spraying him again) IT DOESN'T KNOW WHAT PAIN IS!
Redshirt: Yes, Yes of course! I don't know what pain is! Just don't hurt me any more!
Nemesis: It places the lotion in the basket.
Redshirt: (begging) Please, just let me go!
Nemesis: (spraying him once more) Put the ****ing lotion in the basket!
The redshirt silently complies, his eyes wide with terror. The water in the pit is now up to the redshirt's neck, and because his legs are shackled to the bottem he is unable to swim to keep his head above water. Nemesis hauls up the bucket before looking down at the redshirt with her head tilted to one side and a girlish smile on her face.
Nemesis: What's my name?
Redshirt: (confused and frightened, trembling slightly) I don't know your name, you never told me.
Nemesis: (voice growing deep and demonic) WHAT'S MY NAME!!! (sprays the redshirt)
Redshirt: (stammering) I, I, I, don't know!
Nemesis: (sprays him again) TELL ME MY NAME!
Redshirt: (struggling to keep his head above water) SATAN!
Nemesis: MY NAME IS NEMESIS! SAY IT!
Redshirt: NEMESIS! NEMESIS! NEMESIS!
She stops now for a moment, regaining her composure and once again seeming an innocent young girl.
Nemesis: (smiling) Now we're going to play some hide and seek, you better hide real good cuz' someday I might just find you.
At this Nemesis opens up the hose, filling the pit to its top and watches as the last few bubbles of air percolate up from terrified redshirt stareing up from beneth the surface.
All is quiet for a moment.
Kanatash: :clap: Oh, BRAVO! Some of the finest work I've seen in a long time. You have some really potential there, exemplary marks all around. Say how would you like to be my assistant in the rest of my classes?
Piffany: Hey, wait! She didn't get the redshirt's name either!
Kanatash: True, but one, she already got the name from another redshirt earlier, and two, do you really think he wouldn't have told her his name at any point there if she had asked?
Piffany: But, but...
Kanatash: (pushing Piffany out of his way) Shoo kid, you're bothering me. Now what do you say Nemesis?
Nemesis: (thinks for a moment) Do I get more redshirts?
Kanatash: You can have all the redshirts you like, heck, I'll even let you tap into my private sources.
Nemesis: You've got yourself an assistant Professor.
Kanatash: :cloud9:
A few hours later.
Nemisis first redshirt - (stops shaking) hello .... I'm free, I did it, I'm skum!!!! Heeeehehehe.
Kanatash - I'm forgetting something.
Liam is just finishing up with the first Advanced Magi. Sci. class.
Liam:... and that's how you make a perpetual motion machine. Any question?
Random Camper: When do we blow stuff up?
Liam: *sigh* What's your name?
Random Camper: Griswald Kayrn.
Liam: You want to see explosions, Griswald? This uses the latest discovery that I made. Follow me, class.
Liam takes a Wand of Fireballs and a Weir/Insan Converter, and leads the campers up to the deck. Plugging the Converter onto the Wand, he turns it to the max and aims it into space.
Liam: Watch.
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Campers: Cool!
Liam: This (removes the converter) is the Weir/Insan Converter. It draws on the ambient Insanity of the Forgotten Freedom, and converts it into usable energy, transfering it into the wand and generating a dramatic increase in the power of the spell. If you want to learn how to make stuff like this, well, take a few years at Morgrave. If you want to learn some of the basics of Arcanology, commonly known as Magi. Sci., then keep in the class. Any more questions?
Griswald: Can I have that?
Liam: No.
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