The Grimm Cadet Academy {Remake}

Misa was amazed by Lucifer's abilities. She had seen him in battle many times, but it always seemed to astound her how he could be so powerful. Part of her seemed to fear him, not wanting to become his enemy any time in the future, but it also caused her to respect him deeply. "Yeah, it sounds nice, but Nikki doesn't look so good," Misa said to him, staring at Nikki. She couldn't understand what was troubling her; poisoning, internal bleeding, she couldn't figure it out. She did know that if she didn't help, something terrible was going to happen.

"Let me try something," Misa said.

She placed her hands onto Nikki's forehead and her stomach. She used the energy insider her to help heal her friend, an ancient magic that she taught herself to use. Thank goodness I had that apple, Misa thought to herself as she used her healing powers.

 

OOC; I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be nighttime right now. xD

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With the help of her teleportation, Evalotte arrived back at the castle shortly. She pulled herself up from the palace grounds and over the windowsill into her bedroom. It was quiet, as usual. And boring. She could have gone after the girl herself, but she enjoyed saving fights for later. She was sure her mother would have something planned for her shortly, especially if the minions didn't succeed in their pursuit. Her fingertips grazed the sheaths of her swords and she sighed, lifting her chin and gazing around the room for inspiration.

Upon finding absolutely nothing interesting to do there except for sleep, Evalotte removed herself from her surroundings and teleported out into the main halls. She was royalty, but she was also young, and she was growing restless.

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⊰ Nikki Skov ⊱​

Nikki flinched when she felt warm fingers touch her seemingly cool forehead (but in fact it was feverish to the touch), and then relaxed when she felt a warm energy course through her almost frozen veins. She was familiar with this type of energy, for it healed her countless times. "M-Misa..."

Her eyes fluttered open a bit to try to see the figure hovering above her, but all she saw was a fuzzy blur. Nonetheless, Nikki smiled weakly, her body shivering from the numbed pain and cold of the rain. "Good to see you here," she mustered out, feeling the ringing in her ears beginning to stop. Her eyes drifted from Misa's face, seemingly to not stare at anything in particular. "Thanks Lucifer... for coming when I called..."

Nikki was lucky this time that her friends were around and came when she was in danger. But it still bugged her how the Queen's men found her out, and she barely had time to escape. It was as if she was expected to come... Was she tricked? But the farmer's daughter was deathly ill, she saw it with her own eyes. She did have to use Rosie's herbs on the girl... But how? How did they know?

The ice shard was still embedded in Nikki's shoulder, still coursing ice poison in the girl's body. It almost neutralized Misa's healing powers, countering it so she couldn't heal Nikki properly.

In the abyss of her connections with her friends, she could sense two were troubled back at home... 'Gracie. Mirabelle.' She couldn't be laying here, she had to get back to her friends. Almost forgetting she was hurt, Nikki attempted to drag herself up from the ground under Misa's touch, but then she fell back in the mud, her body labored and exhausted from the strain she exerted on it. "Dang it," she whispered under her breath, wincing as the tingling sensations around her numb areas in her body intensified. "How's... how's everyone back at the Academy?" Nikki asked breathlessly, trying to find Misa's eyes through the blurriness of her vision.

 

Philip dashed his way through the trees, hearing a commotion in the distance. He could feel that something was wrong. The noise seemed to dim, but he still followed the direction that it came from. He ran into Nikki, Lucifer, and Misa. He jumped from the trees to meet his friends. Before they could exchange greetings, he noticed the shard of the Ice Minion in Nikki's side. He could tell that Misa was healing Nikki as well as she could, but there was so much energy that Misa had in her small body.

"Nikki, hold still," Philip told her slowly. "It's going to sting, but try not to scream, okay?"

Philip regularly wore gloves, to hide his Grimm mark from those who may wish to hurt him. It also came in handy for pulling out things such as shards. He held on tightly and counted to three in his head. As soon as he reached three, he pulled on the shard as quickly as he could, through it to the side, and put pressure onto Nikki's arm.

 

"Shall we let bygnoes
be bygones?"


Alek chuckled with a smile. He nodded and gave a slight bow. "Of course." He strolled backwards into his dormitory, snagging his spear resting on the central table in his small room. He slipped into the hallway silently, dipping to the outside of the academy momentarily. He gazed into the mass of trees. Time to go.

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Alek weaved through the low-hanging branches of the trees. A worrying sound had echoed through his ears only moments before. He slashed through the more brambly branches with his spear, sending small shattering bits into the wet soil, reflected by the bright moon. There!

A group of cadets, seeming to be consistent of Nikki, Misa, Phillip, and what seemed to be Lucifer. He slashed through the last clump of thorny branches, stumbling out into their location. "What happened?" He bellowed, dropping to his knees.

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“My my my things have become quite the complicated mess” said the man dressed in the white suit standing in the wide field of wheat. It was a simple objective that he and his partner were given. His task was to gather supplies while his partner’s was to visit one of their supporters. Two different objectives, but one similar task that they needed to perform. That task was none other than to enter Tillioh City, otherwise known as enemy territory for him and his fellow Gimm.

On his back was as a backpack loaded with many necessities while in his right hand carried a plastic bag. What was in said bag? Well it was what he considered to most important item he obtained on this trip. An item he felt was worth this troublesome trip. Looking down at the bag, his hand began to slightly tremble uncontrollably. It was a habit he just could not break free from, a remnant of another side of him he keeps hidden.

Turning backwards the aristocrat stared back at the town he recently left. Having split up from his partner in order to quickly accomplish their mission, they were supposed to meet up at the designated area and return back. Unfortunately his cover was blown and forced to retreat from the men commanded by the pompous woman that called herself a queen. Attempting to meet up with his partner would be a meaningless and foolish bout that would only lead too much more of a disaster.

Giving a final glance at the town as he stood hidden in the long fields of wheat Alastair closed his eyes. He had full faith in the girl he called his partner and as such had divided thought. The gentlemen side of him felt that he should return but the other side told him to quit wasting time and move along.

In the end he could only conclude that it was too late for him to help the lass. With the queen notified of his presence he risks not only encountering enemies but drawing them towards her as well. “well then I shall place my trust in you and see you back at the academy. Let us take part in a tea party…Nikki” said the aristocrat known as Alastair. Facing the forest that held his safe zone, Alastair leaped forward through the field of wheat. Continuously leaping through the wheat field, Alastair gave one powerful leap and glided in the air towards the forest.

 

Lucifer Bedlam​

The Hatter's smile became a frown as Misa mentioned an obstacle that had to be jumped over first before he could have a tea party. This upset him greatly, especially because he was not a doctor of any sort. He always believed that tea was the greatest medicine, the greatest remedy, in all the land. "Bah humbug," Lucifer sighed. Nikki spoke next, thanking him. "Oh? You called? I was unaware. I was just passing through, chasing a little white rabbit, and all of a sudden, I find you here with this other girl... er... what's her name? Miso? Mumbo? Hockey? Lucifer? Wait, no... that's my name... hrm... Orphan? Taxi? Quilt? Er... Wabbajack?" He rambled on, though it was beginning to turn out he had forgotten what he was talking about. Again.

Lucifer was no longer aware of his surroundings as he sorted through a thousand thoughts, sitting down on thin air. He had, unconsciously, gave himself weightlessness, and so he sat as though he were in a big comfy chair. He even removed his hat, a rare thing, and began to spin it like a wheel, slowly, in his hand. Lucifer was quite careful about it.

When he finally came to to the real world, he realized there were more people around. "Oh, it's a party!" He said. "And it's her birthday! What a special girl, perhaps I should give her a present!" Lucifer jovially said. He began to rummage through his hat, searching for something. Every so often, he would pull something out. At first, it was a living, growling lion. He shoved it into the hat faster than a hare running from a bloodhound. The second time, it was a rather large snake. He couldn't tell if it was a mutated anaconda or just a boa constrictor. Nevertheless, he shoved it back into the hat. On and on this continued, ranging from incredibly dangerous and most likely lethal, to boring and safe. In the end, he found what he wanted.

A slice of pumpkin pie with a lit candle on top, sported by a cup of tea. "Birthdays always need a slice of pie," he said. "Sadly, it can only go to one of you... hrm... what about that girl on the ground?" He asked, smiling wide as he rose up and began his way towards her. To his dismay, he tripped over his own two feet, and the pie and steaming cup of tea flew into the air.

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Peter Piper Pepper​

Peter feigned hurtfulness at Krowley's rhyme as he entered. Upon seeing the Magic Mirror, he gave a shallow, mocking bow. "A pleasure to be in the chambers of the Queen's Magic Mirror. Would you like to play a game of Chess?" Peter asked, more or less rhetorically. " Otherwise, I would never go to sleep." The Piper added, wearing the general mask of an innocent and bored child. Already was Peter walking further into the room.

 

The soup was ready and now it was time for the main meal, chicken. Rosie had prepped the fowl and the oven and was now baking it. She was also cooking up some peas and other vegetables as sides. Welp, this should be enough to feed everyone's appetite. I wonder where the heck Red and Gracie are...I really hope they're not still sleeping. thought Rosie miffed. She tended to call Maribelle "Red" since, she seemed to like red a lot, and it was also fairly obvious that she was the reincarnation of Little Red Riding Hood. Curious to find out if those two really have been sleeping all day, she went to the nearby horn that connected to the Academy wide communications system and called, "Red and Gracie. Red and Gracie. Are you two awake yet? Please tell me if you two are sick or something because there are things to be done and maintained everyday, you know," she chided. At the moment Rosie wasn't feeling too guilty if she had woken them up, since it was nearly time for dinner. But soon she began to wonder...what if they're sick with a cold and fever? And I just woke them up...ah well, what's done is done. she thought with a shrug, going back to the vegetables.

 

⊰ Nikki Skov ⊱​

Philip?" Nikki was clearly confused with what was happening. So many were showing up, so was she dreaming? "W-what are you talking about-" She felt a yank from behind her and gasped, clenching her mouth shut as the pins and needles intensified around that area where the shard was as the numbed area tried to wake up. Nikki curled up in a ball on the forest floor, barely feeling Philips hands pressed against the wounded area.

Everything was slowed on Nikki's right side of her body, thanks to the poison the ice minion inflicted on her. The blood from the wound only oozed sluggishly from under Philip's hands. She then heard a familiar voice, Mr. Alek's voice. What happened? Well, she would have to explain herself as best as she could through gritted teeth. "Al... Alastair... We split up to get our missions done faster. Somehow-" She swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the nauseating feeling she had before continuing. "Somehow the queen... she knew we were there this time... Minions... Chased me off from the farmer's property... Got hurt... Lucifer came... I dunno where Al is..." Nikki was getting tired not feeling anything in her arm and not being able to move around without feeling like she was going to puke her guts out. Misa did help lessen it though, and she was grateful for that. Now? She just wanted the feeling to go away and go to sleep.

Hearing Lucifer speaking and listening to the things he was doing, she wanted to roll her eyes at him. He could care less if she lost an arm, but that was the way it was with this lad. Advice? Do not under any circumstances get critically injured with him as a partner. As she told herself one more time, 'Never underestimate a mad man.'

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The minions that were following after Alastair were having a hard time keeping up with the hare like guy, but they were still hot on his trail, ready to corner the poor creature and perhaps bring him back to the palace.

A fire Minon jumped ahead of the rest of the group, of course being faster than the others. It shot a fire ball out of its mouth toward it's target, but made it fly over his ears and splat in the wheat fields before him. A wall of fire instantly shot up, trying to stop the hare from passing.

✛ℚueen §ylvia ✛

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Queen Sylvia had enough viewing her little show, the feed was beginning to fuzz out anyways. She knew that there was one more being pursued, but she could let the minions deal with that one as well. She stepped away from the window and strode to what it seemed like a large water basin in the middle of the room. She held the little glass orb in her hands high above the water before releasing it, but it did not drop. It hovered. Slowly it descended into the water until it melted with it, creating intricate ripples in the water. Clouds of purple and red began to form within the murky depth, and then Queen Sylvia's voice echoed throughout the whole castle.

"I request an audience with the clever Piper, my loyal mirror, and my dear daughter... Immediately." Thunder rumbled through the hallways of the castle, indicating that Queen Sylvia had something quite serious to say and if anyone dared to defy her... Well, they knew the consequences.

 

At the immediate sound of something whizzing towards him Alastair immediately ducked his head down as the fireball was flung above his head. Gently landing on the ground beneath him he silently stood up straight and let out a sigh “my my my if I had only had those bunny ears of mine then that would have been quiet the painful blow” Alastair silently said to himself as he turned to the wall of fire that blocked his path “well they are smarter than I thought” Alastair said

Loosening the grip of the bag that carried his special item, Alastair merely held the bag with one finger and swung the bag around as he closed his eyes and let out a small chuckle “well then I guess I have no choice” Alastair said. Gripping the bag one more Alastair open his eyes and smirked “let’s see how well you do” Alastair said immediately rushing to the side. Although it was burning, the field was an excellent advantage for him. The tall wheat plus his swiftness only proved that this was an ideal place for combat.

Although Alastair would rather just charge into the battle with his sword, he still prioritized his priorities. His main priority was the supplied that he carried with him. It was his task to bring forth the supplies needed for the academy and if something happened to the supplies he currently possessed then this whole entire trip would have been for naught. As such he needed to be careful. Use the terrain for his advantage while taking them out when they least expected, that was the plan he will follow. Rushing through the field, Alastair’s hands began to tremble. How will these minions fare? Will these minions fall quick due to his plan or easily counter it, these questions only began to start filling him up with excitement.

 

-Will not make naked posts for long. Just introducing Brian. A small, detailed post is better then no post.


Fire can be so pretty, thought Brian as he sat, perched carefully on the branches of a tree. Having an aerial view of Alastair's current battle was very convenient. This old tree's branch was high enough for him to see and if need be leap over the wall of flames. But Brian believed in his fellow Grimm, so he relaxed and kept an eye focused on wheat field, just in case. "Us Grimms 'gotta stick together. Even if we don't know there's hidden team mates backing us up." He shifted, trees can be so uncomfortable, especially with a backpack.

He shook the white strands of hair from his emerald eyes and leaned forward slowly so as to get more comfortable. The weather was nice today, the rain clouds seemed to have cleared up in a certain area near the forest's other end. It had abated and now dark, cloudless skies made the flames even prettier. Soon Brian began to daydream, keeping an ear out for cries of help but not stopping himself as if almost randomly, a man with a peculiar face took off his sunglasses and looked up at the sky saying along with Brian, "Mother of God...." He had no idea as to why the image even came up, what on Earth would make him think of that man. Did anyone even wear sunglasses anymore? He shrugged in laughter and indifference, but he kept his chuckles to a minimum, can't lose the element of surprise. For a bit more he thought of why he'd think of something so stupid.

Stupendously he thought of flowers, a grandmother and a girl in red. Oh. She's why he'd think of something so hilariously stupid.

 

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She heard the thunder clap and a shiver shot down her spine. Her mother was calling for a meeting of some sort. She wasn't particularly excited to see what she had to say, especially if it was about that human that had...gotten away earlier; but on the other hand, at least it was something better to do than mope around and daydream--or whatever. She brushed a few loose strands of dark hair from her cheeks and pressed her lips together in thought before turning around to close her open window and prevent more chilling air from flooding her room.

Stepping away from her locked window, Evalotte traveled past her night table. Her eyes momentarily glanced at the half eaten plate of red velvet cake with strawberries that sat there, calling for her. She knew better than to disobey her mother or delay heeding to her. Instead of devouring the piece, she scurried out of her bedroom and traveled down the hallway swiftly. Her eyebrows knitted in aggravation, but she shook it off and stopped in her mother's chambers, keeping an eye out for the others that would follow. She nodded in acknowledgement to older woman before.



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Her nose crinkled as she heard a soft knock at her bedroom door. She groaned lazily but rolled over onto her stomach. The futon-like was stiff beneath her, and the motion caused her bright red cloak to twist around her stomach. She grunted in irritation before pulling herself up to ther knees and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She tried to let whoever was knocking know she was on her way, but instead of wards leaving her lips, a giant yawn did. This only managed to irritate her more, but she wasn't one to carry around such negative feelings and instead shook her head and placed one kneehigh-sock-covered foot down onto the wood beneath her.

She brushed blonde from her eyes and wrapped her fingers around the doorknob. Gracie stood before her. At first, she blinked awkwardly, still trying to rid herself of her grogginess, but then she waved to greet her. It was delayed, but it was better than nothing. Gracie looked a bit off herself, but before she could ask what was wrong, she heard Rosie's voice from the intercom. Mirabelle shook her head and sighed, running a few fingers through her hair before her eyes met Gracie's again.

"Sorry about that...We should head down to let Rosie know we're okay. She must be done cooking."

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"Curiosity killed the cat, so am I next?"​

Gracie's face illuminated as Maribelle opened the door, but something was wrong. The dull look in her eyes gave off a bad impression. Her messy and tangled hair, her pale complexion, and sorry expression almost made Gracie frown. She discreetly peered behind Maribelle to see her unorganized futon, seemingly out of place. She must have had another bad dream, just like I did...' She trailed off in thought. Maribelle's late, but outwardly friendly, wave snapped Gracie back into reality. "Good idea," Gracie awkwardly murmured, looking up to the speakers and avoiding Maribelle's gaze.​

 

OOC: Uh, I don't really have anything to say until others post, so it's really short. Like, really short. D:

"Shall we let bygnoes
be bygones?"


Alek rubbed his temple and swore. He wasn't in the mood for this. "Well, we need to clear everyone out of here now." He got to his feet and glanced backwards into the trees. "And yet, I have no idea how. Ideas, people." He muttered, pacing through the soil.​

 

Lucifer Bedlam​

Lucifer leaped swiftly and dashed forth, grabbing both violin case and cane. He paused for a moment and frowned. The madman quickly approached Alek and shoved both of his equipment into the man's arms, then turning around to pick up Nikki. Lucifer was stronger than he appeared.

"I forgot about my friend," Lucifer said with a smile. "Dear me, how could I ever forget my tea-partner. Wouldn't do you well just to lay on the ground. Nope, not at all," the madman rambled, already moving again.

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Peter Piper Pepper​

Peter's sharp retort was cut short when thunder rumbled. "Oh? It seems like the Queen needs us," he murmured. "Come, Mister Krowley. It's not best to keep her waiting." Peter left Krowley behind, not caring if he followed or not. He was the Magic Mirror, after all... so of course he would follow. It didn't take Peter Piper Pepper long to enter the Queen's Chamber, and as he appeared, he saw his rival, Evalotte, standing before her mother. Peter smiled as he stepped forth, bowing low before her. "Ah, Queen Sylvia," Peter cooed. "You look so beautiful this evening." Peter wore his fake, devilish smile as he spoke, stuck in his bowed position.

 

The chicken was now done, and it was perfectly cooked and juicy too. All right! They'll love this. Not to mention we've been somewhat low on supplies of meat. thought Rosie happily, smiling as she took the fowl out of the oven. The vegetables too were done, having been steamed before being stir fried with some sauce. This should be enough, I'm sure. Well, I don't know if it'd be enough with seconds...I keep forgetting that I'm about the only one with a one bowl/plate policy. It was true. Rosie tended to only fill up her plate with food she wanted and then finished it all. She hardly ever took seconds. I wonder what those girls are up to? Well, it hasn't been long since I called them. I should give them more time. thought Rosie as she placed the food on the dining table.

 

Misa gasped as she saw Lucifer walk away with Nikki in his arms. He seemed to be completely obvious to the blood that was dripping from her arm and onto the ground. She attempted to get up, but she realized that she used up a lot of power trying to keep the poison from spreading though her friend. Before she could collapse, Philip caught her, both of them letting out a nervous sigh. "Nikki's bleeding," Misa commented in an uneven voice. She took the scarf that was around her neck and held it in her arms. "I need to stop it before she passes out."

"No you won't," Philip told her, taking the scarf from out of her hands. "I'll go do it. You stay here and eat this." He reached into his pockets, giving her a small sack of berries that he kept for cases such as this. These particular berries had a lot of energy stored within them, which was perfect for Misa. "I'll go wrap her arm; you wait for me here."

Before Misa could oppose, Philip was already off, calling out to his friend. "Hey! Lucifer! Let me bandage up her arm before she turns into another one of your dolls!"

 

Lucifer Bedlam​

Lucifer paused and turned, a bemused look on his face. It took him a moment to get the joke and he grinned widely, amused by the man's wit. "Of course," he drawled. "It wouldn't do to have my friend bleeding during my tea party. No it would not do at all." Lucifer lowered Nikki as he waited for Philip to take care of her wounds. "After all, blood and tea don't mix very well. Except with ice cream, then it tastes like cherry sherbert with a touch of lime." He rambled on, already his mind adrift.