The Grimm Cadet Academy {Remake}

Upon hearing his mother’s words Legault merely let out an exasperated sighed. “oh dear and I worked so hard on that list. I poured my every being into getting said information for you mother” Legault said with an obviously faked sympathetic sigh, putting absolutely no effort in covering up this lie.

Closing his eyes, his calm and relaxed smile soon crept across his face “nonetheless I understand completely mother. Evalotte has always been the perfect daughter, but…” Legault said as he turn away from his mother “you underestimate me dearly oh mother of mine” Legault said placing his hand in his jacket pocket. “I shall leave you now. Sitting on a throne and doing nothing must be very tiring indeed” Legault said calmly as he raised his other hand in farewell as he walked out.

The moment he exited the throne room Legault opened his eyes and looked over at the closed doors of the throne room. A malicious grin crept across his face as he narrowed his eyes. Yes that’s it…keep on disregarding me…reject my words…think of me as a mere servant. Stay blinded by your greed and self superiority said the thoughts in Legault’s mind. Silently he continued on his walk. There was still the matter of a certain pawn he found interest. Control or no, Legault would find a way around it one way or another.

 

Lucifer struggled in Rosie's grasp, wanting to quiet the commands that raced through his mind and throughout his body. However, he began to go limp as he focused more and more on Rosie's touch. It was a warm, caring embrace. Lucifer felt secure. Safe. The thoughts went quiet and Lucifer calmed in a matter of a few moments. Like a child, Lucifer turned around in her grasp and nestled himself against her, returning the hug. "So," he muttered like a child who had just been chastised. "Would you like to have some tea? I could go for some tea right about now."

 

"There, there. You make the most wonderful tea, Lucifer. But unfortunately I need to tend to other things and can't have tea with you now. However, maybe a few others wouldn't mind. Be a good child now. All right?" replied Rosie as she slowly let go of the embrace. However, she kept her hands on his shoulder. "Are you hurt anywhere, Lucifer?" she asked as she took her right hand to part the hair on his head to take a look at the forehead that he was previously beating on the wall. Any other normal person would have most likely had a concussion from that or at least some bruising, but from what she saw, there didn't seem to be much bruising. He was going to be fine. She sighed in relief and exasperation. It always scared her whenever he went into one of his fits. "Please don't do that again, okay? You'll make me have a heart attack at such a young age," she said to him while patting his shoulder and turning away. It looked like Nikki was dealing with Anastasia who seemed to have already collapsed from fatigue. Nikki looked like she wasn't too far behind either. Ah I probably should've gotten some cleaner clothes for her to change into. She's still wearing the bloodied ones. I'll have to help her change later. Whether Rosie would remember to or not was up to chance. "All right. Everyone that's hurt or has a problem, come see me in the kitchen. Otherwise, hurry up and eat before the food gets colder to the point of being frozen," she called out. She was being serious too. The last of the snowflakes drifted down and melted. She had tried to get dinner set up. But there's so much you can do with this much chaos. Sighing again, Rosie turned back into the kitchen to clean up more thoroughly.

 

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What a lovely dream . . . she thought in the haze of her mind, A lovely little dream . . . But she was a little cold, to be honest, and there seemed to be much chaos in the background, fallowed by the sound of coaxing voices. She was stirring awake, after hearing what sounded like the end of one of Lucifer's fits. They were a bit alike, her and Lucifer, just a bit. He was more . . . maniacal than she was, but they had the same childish core, and both liked tea. One thing he had that she didn't was freedom. She was bound to her mother indefinitely, no matter the distance she put between her and the Wicked Queen. Always tied to the Wicked Queen. Tied to the Wicked Queen. Forever and ever.

As she became more away of the waken world around her, she heard a voice coaxing her to join them, "Wakie, wakie.†It sounded like Nikki. She liked Nikki. Nikki didn't judge her, didn't snide her or spit in her direction, or be mean to her because of who she was . . . But she felt like Nikki wasn't the one - wasn't the one who could break her from her accursed ties to the Wicked Queen. And no matter how much she secretly, very deep down, wished that it could be the Red Queen to break her from their mother, it wasn't her either.

Anastasia had been having these . . . strange dreams lately, whence done roaming the dreams of the others. They contained a girl whose hair had turned blue, and her skin was fair, contrasting her dark, caramel eyes . . . She wore a dress of blue, matching her hair, and a strange sort of . . . pendant around her neck. The girl, in the dreams, reminded her a bit of herself, and every time Anastasia saw her, she thought of snow. Snow, in Spanish, was nieve. So Anastasia had named the girl Nieve in her mind. She felt like this was the one. The one that could free her - but the thing was, it seemed Nieve couldn't even free herself.

The white-haired girl curled into the warm touch of whoever was waking her. She yawned smally and almost wanted to return to sleep, but perhaps Rosie would get upset with her . . . Sitting up begrudgingly, Anastasia created a big fiasco of her stretched, pulling some attention on herself. She looked over at the kind face of Nikki, "Oh, good evening Nikki~" she said cheerfully, "How are you feeling?"​

 

Brian had returned, after returning from viewing of the forest. He'd been in the house for a while. And being an avid reader, he stayed locked up in his room. If they needed him, they could call him. Till then, the sound of pages turning and multiple adventures being had overpowered everyone else inside their home.

 

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It had worked! And the girl had absolutely no idea what was going on! It was perfect, and she would most definitely exploit it. She smiled, perching herself up and placing her hands in her lap. Her eyes blurred with artificial tears, arms outstretching and taking the young girl into them. Her fingers stroked the girl's thick, dark hair.

"Oh, I'm so happy you're alright!" She exclaimed, scooting closer and mock-examining the girl for any injuries. If she could somehow manipulate this side of Nieve, considering she won't remember anything that happens with the pendant locked, it may prove to be very, very beneficial to them in the future. "My mother and I, we found you and...You were injured, so we decided to bring you in and tend to you," she started. Now, Evalotte was a bad liar--initially. But as soon as she became passionate enough about the lie, she was seamless. Her voice held such kindness, such concern, such conviction as she continued. "I just...I don't know, I'm sorry...You must think I'm terrible. Maybe it wasn't my place to interfere, but..." She chewed on her bottom lip, the tears welling up again--but never quite falling.

"Do you remember anything about yourself? It's taken quite a long time for you to recover. It's a miracle you're finally awake."

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Hands in the pockets of his jacket, Legault nonchalantly walked down the halls of the castle. It was very late at the moment but there was one thing he wished to do before morning hit. Though it could have waited for morning, he just couldn’t wait. His brand new sister that was assigned to his younger sister Evalotte, surely as an older brother he had the responsibility to at least visit his new sister before she left.

Calmly heading towards the red queen’s room, Legault’s eyes suddenly widened upon what he heard. Glancing into the room he was a bit caught off guard upon what he saw. ‘She is crying…’ Legault thought to him and suddenly grinned as he witnessed the red queen tearfully plead to the new sister. Witnessing the event take place from outside the room, Legault crossed his arms and leaned against the wall next to the doorway. Closing his eyes, a great big grin spread across his face. 'How entertaining Evalotte. Not only did you remove the seal, but you’re also filling the poor girl’s mind with lies. I never thought you would be so cruel. I will quite enjoy this' Legault thought as he remained outside, making no real attempt to conceal himself from the situation. It wasn’t spying, but more on the lines of not wanting to interrupt the situation.

With one final slash the last ice minion was cut down. Sheathing his sword in his sheath, Alsatair looked back at town “more of those fiends shall arrive if I don’t get away” Alastair said turning away. Looking over his shoulder, he gave a last glance at the burnt remains of his precious item. “I was so looking forward to brewing that tea” Alastair muttered as he leaped past the now dimming fire that blocked his path earlier.

The overall battle took quite the heavy toll on him; His left arm was totally burnt, he received numerous wounds from the ice minions, and was greatly fatigued from unleashing his excitement. Having pushed his body to enter the forest, Legault panted and staggered on towards the hideout. “tsk a failure” Legault muttered as he glanced down at a pair of bracelets he wore on his arms. As he continued to stagger, Legault soon arrived at his destination. Having managed to get to the hideout, Legault opened the door and walked in “Sorry I’m…late” Legault said weary as he dropped he huge backpack filled with supplies and immediately collapse to the ground

 

Excuse me but tell me again how burnt was that arm? >_>

Having mostly made the kitchen clean of blood and the smell of it too, Rosie smiled and breathed a sigh of completion. All clean. Though no sooner had she even thought that, she heard the unmistakable sound of a body falling. She stayed in that spot, her smile frozen on her face. After a moment she turned back and went out of the kitchen again to see who it was. "Ah geez, why are you guys doing this to me tonight?" It absolutely amazed her at this point what an awfully fantastic failure the mission that Nikki and Alastair were on. How on earth had they been routed to this extent? Barely escaping a death trap? A leak of information most likely. But from whom? Briefly, the thought of a mole having infiltrated the Academy ran through her mind, but...that was to be pondered some other time. Alastair looked just as banged up as Nikki was if not more so. Rosie rushed over to his side, paying no mind to the supplies. She'll sort those later. Gently patting his face she softly called him, "Hey...hey are you awake? Please be awake, come on. I promise you you can sleep for 3 days or more later but not now. Come on, you need to tell me where it hurts. Alastair? Ah geez...your arm...okay...all right...ahem..." Rosie cleared her throat and started taking some deep breaths. The state of his arm did not look that great and she was really hoping to never have to do surgery in her life. "Nikki, go eat, change and then sleep. Anastasia, eat your dinner then sleep. Misa, you do the same. Lucifer, I'm so sorry to ask this of you, but would you please help me move Alastair into the kitchen? You can drink all the tea you want later while eating anything you want too," she said. These were supposed to be sort of orders, but it's not like a whole lot of the cadets really listened to her much anyway. And under normal circumstances, Rosie was a stickler for healthy nutrition, as much as she herself liked sweets. Thus, Lucifer was getting special permission to "eat as many sweets as you want nagfree".

 

OOC: serverly burnt arm

BIC: Alastair's eyes slowly opened a bit upon hearing the voice of Rosie "my my my that is a tough question. Everything is in pain though I can't feel my left arm...was it cut off?" Legault said quietly "I royaly screwed up. Not only did I let my insanity go after loosing my amazing tea leaves, I also encountered him" Alastair muttered as closed his eyes "three days of sleeping in...sounds intriguing...but I...shall pass" Legault said he passed out

 

.....>_> I see. And how do you feel about going for the rest of the RP without this arm?

"Him? Who's him? Ah...well you pass? Pass on what? Pass on 3 days of rest or pass on staying awake this...instant-oh," questioned Rosie as she watched him lose consciousness once more. Well...I suppose it's for the best. Left arm he said? I wonder if he got also got hit by an i- "HAAAA!" yelped Rosie in surprise as she uncovered Alastair's left arm. Though after quickly taking into account the fact that there were children and those sensitive to gore(such as herself a bit), she quickly hid the arm again and carefully flipped Alastair over to make it easier to drag him and maybe with the help of Lucifer, carry him to the kitchen quickly. "Ahem...I mean...ahhh what a stressful night it is...hahaha...you guys just...finish up dinner and uh...just leave the dirty dishes on the table. We can wash them some other time...haha...and as soon as you guys are done eating, please go to bed. Please...haha..." smiled Rosie nervously as she wore a great grin while also laughing nervously. It wasn't that far to the kitchen, and at this rate, though it was tiring on Rosie's arms and back, it was possible for her to move Alastair to the kitchen herself. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod it was completely black. BLACK. he said he couldn't feel it at all, which means the nerve endings have been burned too! Which means...that arm can't be used anymore! These thoughts had run through her mind as soon as she had seen the arm and heard Alastair's complaint. The thought that he would forevermore be missing an arm pained her. The tears almost fell while she was still in the dining area. Now at the kitchen doors, she pushed behind her, the door swinging in before swinging back out again. Rosie lugged Alastair's unconscious body onto the same cot that Nikki was lying on previously. She wasted no time stripping the torso of any clothes he had and carefully observed him. He had many burns on his body. Some were second degree, some were first degree. Luckily, the burns were somewhat scattered and didn't cover a majority. The main problem was that arm. Okay....okay....cleanly. A clean cut. Fast too. Fast and clean. Swift. Most of the connective tissue has been burned off anyway. Come on. Taking out her sword, Rosie took a breath and exhaled. She raised it above her head with both hands.

 

Lucifer smiled at Rosie, and without a word, he was to set the kettle on the stove. He would just have to wait until he heard the whistle of the kettle. While he waited, he ate a few cookies before Rosie returned, asking for his help. He complied and assisted her into carrying Alistair into the kitchen. It didn't take long to carry him to the destination, and Lucifer soon became curious as to what she was planning to do. As she drew her sword and held it over Alistair's severely burnt arm, he smiled widely. Normally, one did not smile when amputation was the only clinical answer, but Lucifer did for he, himself, wondered what it would be like to not have an arm. Fortunately, he was going to invite Alistair to his tea party to have a nice long chat about losing things and never getting them back again. If Alistair was lucky, he'll even get some cookies! Or crumpets... but most likely croompiets! Whatever those were. Lucifer shook his head of the idea immediately, however, and turned around and whistled, tilting his hat ever so slightly; though he winced when he felt the stiff brim from where it had been burnt. He slowly began to walk away, for he thought it was considerate of him to leave Rosie to her fun task.

Often times, Lucifer thought about cutting off someone's arms. Maybe he'll do it to the Queen. That would be a great conversation starter for when they have tea; even if she was a horrible person.

 

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She frowned when Nikki had moved away from her a little, but when she was told to go see Rosie, her face lit up brightly, "Okay~" she chanted back, hopping up from her seat and stretching. She was always so tired after making it snow!

She skipped back to the kitchen to see Rosie bent over Alistair, who looked like he was sleeping, "Ally~" she said, leaning into the doorway to the kitchen, "Why are you sleeping on the floor like that?" He looked so silly on the floor.

"Anastasia, eat your dinner, then sleep." Rosie ordered, and the white-haired queen pouted, "But that's no fair, I just woke up!" she complained, puffing her cheeks and crossing her arms childishly. And then she had even went and told poopy-head Lucy that he could drink all of the tea he wanted and eat whatever he wanted if he helped her - she wanted all the tea she could drink too!

She then listened to Ally tell his silly tale of woe, saying that he really made a booboo while working and that now he needed his arm cut off. How silly! Why would you want your arm cut off? She moved around Rosie a little to inspect the damage on his left arm, and then Ally passed out. Rosie then looked at the arm and exclaimed in shock, in which Anastasia proceeded to giggle childishly at. Now she was trying to usher everyone to sleep. But Anastasia had just waken up! That wasn't fair . . . As inconspicuously as she could, the young girl moved around Rosie to better look at Ally's arm after Rosie had uncovered it. It was black. And that was all. Just black.

Anastasia immediately hopped on when Rosie dragged out her sword, "Whoa, whoa!" she exclaimed, jumping into the other's line of sight, "You're not gonna cut if off, are you?" she asked worriedly, "I don't think that's a good idea!" And then she looked over at Alistair's face intently, "The arm . . . isn't completely lost," she went on, "I think that we can fix it. Just let me go into his dreams, okay? I can do it, I know I can!" Anastasia said pressingly and with determination, looking at Alistair's face.​

 

"Wha-...well all right, if you really think so," said Rosie unsure of what to do. From a somewhat scientific viewpoint, the arm looked completely lost to her. She didn't really want to amputate it either, but...Anastasia can do it. Maybe. I'm not sure what she can do, but if not her, then maybe someone else. Maybe tomorrow when Nikki feels a bit better. Or Misa when she's well rested. This is a magical world. Miraculous things can be done. she reminded herself. "Don't strain yourself, Anastasia," she told her. She ignored the comment about just waking up, not finding the heart in her to scold her about sleeping in so much. This was a critical situation after all. What a night. I guess we'll have to discuss more in depth about what happened, and what to do the next morning. thought Rosie. She yawned while covering her mouth. I can't wait to sleep either...

 

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Nikki watched from where she was standing, not making a sound or making an effort to move. She trusted Anastasia to do the job... And Nikki couldn't do anything anyways. Seeing her other friend seriously hurt though, it made her ice poison seem like nothing at all. She felt her stomach churn as she saw the burnt limb, and found herself looking away, sighing out lowly. It was getting late, and maybe it was time to retire for the night. Everyone was home, so there was no need to stay up. The Mad Hare would be alright, she had no doubt in that what so ever.

 

All the mad hare could do was lay on the ground unconscious. With no energy let in his body all he did was dream on until he could find the strength to awaken once more

It was quite an elegant dream. There was a long and fancy dining table, dressed with many treats and silverware on the top. Sitting on the biggest chair at the table was the mad hare himself. Eyes closed he brought up a tea cup to his lips and took a sip of the liquid in the cup with a calm smile.

A peaceful tea party, to say such a thing wouldn’t be a complete lie. Though the tea party calm, the location was another story. The tea party took place in the middle of a wide forest. Trees surrounded the area, but leaves were a crimson red. The trunks of the trees were all twisted and a black colour. The skies were a light purple colour and up in the sky was a crimson moon.

 

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Anastasia never normally felt nervous when she was hopping into the dreams of other people, but that's because most of the time, she unconsciously did it while she was sleeping. Now that she was awake, and she knew that she wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon, she was just a tad nervous . . . But she took a deep breath, placed her pale, creamy-skinned hand on Alastair's forehead, and closed her milky-white eyes.

At first, while she was still awake, she could feel nothing, no sort of emotion really. It made sense since he was unconscious, but Anastasia pouted at being emotionally blind. She became accustom to the blankness of his emotions, beginning to feel the sort of numbness herself, and then she could feel herself dripping into sleepy time. Moments passed and then she collapsed next to Alastair.

Anastasia then became conscious of being unconscious. She was drifting down an ocean-like space, slowing more with time. Her bare feet finally touched the ground, which was grass, and the sky lit above her as purple. What a strange place to have a dream, Ally . . . she thought to herself with a slight giggle. The girl began walking forward, noticing the area around her; the trees were trees, but not really normal colors. Black, twisted trunks and crimson red leaves, how strange! But after all, Ally was a strange one.

Soon, she found herself in a clearing that was just big enough to hold a long and fancy dining table. How tasty everything looked! There were all sorts of sweets and treats, and all that was yummy, Anastasia just wanted to hop into a seat and begin eating to her heart's content - but no! She wouldn't do that, she had a very important task at hand. She looked around the long table and observed all of the empty chairs, and then her eyes drifted to the head seat, and there she saw Alastair. His eyes were closed as he contently took a sip of his tea, and Anastasia smiled childishly - oh how fun it would be to scare him! He wouldn't even know that she were here - No, no, no! Focus, focus! She took a deep breath and spoke, "Y'know Ally, Lucy'd be really mad if he found out you were having a tea party without him ~"

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Slowly opening his eyes upon the words of the white queen, Alastair lowered the cup from lips and calmly smiled as he glanced at Anastasia. “oh come now my dear you wouldn’t tell him now would you” Alastair said closing his eyes as a soft grin crept across his face

“Ah but where are my manners” Alastair said placing his cup on the fancy table before him and looked up at her “I welcome you. Why don’t you come join me, although I do apologies in advance. It seems this left arm of mine just won’t budge” Alastair said as he glanced down at his unmoving. Immediately upon gazing at his arm one eye widened and an insane grin spread across his face “this blasted thing just won’t move” Alastair said as the light purple sky turned a darker shade. Chuckling to himself, he closed his eyes as his laughter dimmed down to silence, the sky reverting to its light purple.

“Ah so where was I…ah yes like I said come enjoy a cup of tea with me. Although this arm of mine will hinder me a bit it shouldn’t be much of a problem” Alastair said as he gripped the tea cup once more and took a sip. Real or not, reality or an illusion, at this state of mind Alastair could not tell the difference. This girl who entered his dream only felt like a natural occurrence to him.

 

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

Gracie sat in silence as the world revolved around her. People speaking in hurried tones, as if they were afraid what wouldn't be able to say what they had to fast enough. It gave her a headache. She dropped her utensils onto her plate, causing a rather loud crashing sound which only strengthened the throbbing in her head. She grasped her head with her hands, then began to rub her temples with her fingers slightly.

The nightmares only made her head pains worse. She needed someone to tell, someone she could confide in. Sure she felt comfortable with practically everyone at Grimm, but there was only one person she strove to talk to at that moment; Nikki. Gracie quickly left her seat and grabbed Nikki's arm gently as she approached her."We need to talk."​