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jd-arts319 · 6 years ago

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Academiaverse!

(Lol this one was only asked)

In this series is where najverse & collegeverse takes place!!!!

while the characters are the same the plot is changed!

in this is that there are two prestigious Academy,one is once called the lightvale Academy now is Underhigh,the principal Toby wants a normal school life so,all the students whore normal ordinary highschool style & life despite their school is pretigious.

however their rival Academy is different

the delta Academy once called the lumiscent solitaire Academy,they kept the academia style but they lived a normal highschool life,however they are seems some secrets that both Academy didn't know except.....

Chapt.1:New summer beginings

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It was a warm day,the town was busy as everybody gets ready to start the day as always,busy streets are bustling busy people to get to their work or to their daily lives,four skeletons are seen running in the streets as they trying to get into the crowded group of people.

"c'mon guys,will be late for our first period!!!"

"hey wait up!!!"

"jfc slow down,let me catch up will ya?!"

These four skeletons manage to get into the entrance of a prestigious looking school as they stopped by to get coffee drinks by the side of the entrance,a cafe shop called "mocha loca"cafe.

By the time reached the entrance of their school,they finished their drinks as they got inside after throwing it away.

The four got into their each lockers,one Skeleton had pastel purple eyes & eyeliner as he took out some books,his name is w.d lavender,he lives with his caretaker,alter along with his son,Di who his dad had left them a few years ago,he lives with them along with his little brother,Slice who goes to the Academy they had passed,he & his brother had been living with them since they been orphans & didn't know who their parents was,alter found them & gave them home & education,now 14 lavender wants to earn a scholar ship to go to college,so his caretaker didn't need more stressful time.

Next one besides who is smiling mischeviously,had unique eyes,his name is jester serif,he lives with his brother killer & the one who took care of his sickly brother since their parents is on abroad,so he worked as the waiter on the cafe they got their drinks from,he is also same year as lavender,the two met on middle school & had been friends since then,despite him having school life & having a part-time job his boss,cocoa barista had helped him to balance his daily schedule,he too wants to take a scholar ship to help his sickly brother,despite his mischevious behavior he is all around a good brother.

Standing next to him,a Skeleton wearing black & white sleeveless hoodie with black sweater underneath with pastel yellow bandana tied around his neck,his name Is faith lumiscent son of another teacher working in the school they attend,he is friends with jester when they first met on elementary & became friends with Di as well,when they are in middle school.

Another skeleton standing behind him,is taller than the three,his name is Di aster he is friends with jester despite their odd actions of showing being"friends",he lives with his mom after his dad left them for another,because of this he was bullied for it,however that's all died down when he met jester,then faith, then lavender as well he became friends with them through jester.

The four are now walking to their respective classes as the bell rings again,so when they got to their classes,they sat down as they go on with their lives.

However in another class.....

{Another day,another time........}

Thought by a small skeleton sitting besides the school perfect as he draws on his notebook when the teacher left to talk with the other teachers.

It's only been a week since little got into Underhigh when his"dad" also had a job there as a teacher in math,although despite is been a week,he still doesn't understand why is so schocking of him wearing snazzy's jacket,he doesn't know why some girls keep casterating

Him for wearing snazzy's jacket or how they whisper's,whenever he passed them by with snazzy,he asked snazzy about it,the only answer he got was snazzy being flustered.

Geez he didn't understand why....

Someone should really give him answers soon because he bound to get crazy!

...in another Academy...

A Skeleton with a book is walking towards the fountain as he passed other students who either chatting,looking at their phone or doing something entertaining.

He sat down on the edge of the fountain as he starts to read the book he was holding.

Another minute later he was greeted by a shadow looming over him,a voice he fimilar with rang out saying.

"you are still reading that book,aye rubel?"

The Skeleton with ruby pointed liner underneath his sockets with cherry eyes,who is rubel melchalonia,he is the son of the former student of the Academy he had attended & is part of the student council,sighed as he marked the page he will read later"can't help it,the plot is very good"he said as he flushed pinkish-red.

Another skeleton with Diamond pupil eyes & cheeks,laughed his name is axinite esperanza,he is rubel's childhood friend,part of stundents council as well as being part of a sports team,he'd been with rubel since elementary,& they known each other for awhile now.

He sat down besides rubel as rest his head on his lap,chuckling"alright might as well hang here" he said,rubel just sighed as re-open his book again while unconsciously starts stroking axinite's head as axi closed his eyes.

The two enjoyed each other's company as they relax on a warm summer breeze.

Little do they know,their school & their school rival is bound to clashed in not just in games but in a events that related to their school's histories.

And done!!!

Sorry for the wait!!!

Here have this chapt.1!!!!

Of you want to get the chrono chapts i will put every tag of a title of the story chapter list

(If you see"academiaverse chronos"tag or the "original & stablverse"tag then that's the one)

Story belongs to meh

Jester,rubel & axinite to meh

Lavender @the-random-productions

Di @cromathepanskeketon

Faith belongs to their respective characters

#inspiration #au sanses #undertale aus #sanscest #oc #academiaverse chrono chapters #original & stableverse #chronoverse #archiveverse #fanfics #genesis/neoverse

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kitsunegamer · 7 years ago

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Chapter 21: Light at the End of the Tunnel

After sitting and relaxing for so long, we're all eager to see what lies in the room beyond the smoldering remnants of the brambles. Aster is the first to stride forward, stirring up embers and ashes. Darwin is right behind him and the rest of us follow. Despite the intensity with which the fire consumed the briars, the tainted vines remain unmarred. We avoid them as much as we can, but they are too thick and numerous now to circumvent. The purple light also remains, continually growing stronger as we continue forward.

The path eventually begins to widen, giving us a little more space to avoid the vines. Then, at last, the path opens into a vast room. The ceiling stretches away into darkness, making it impossible to judge the full extent of the space we've entered. Across from where we stand looms an enormous, blackened tree. The trunk is dark and twisted, with knobbed and gnarled pieces jutting out from around it.

At last, we've reached our goal. This tree stands before us, the source of the vines, or roots, as they have actually turned out to be. The tree is also the source of the mysterious purple light. Before the tree, on a thick clump of roots, stands a small hunched man. As we enter the room, his gaze snaps up to where we stand. A maniacal grin spreads across his face.

"I've been expecting you," he rasps. "My twigjacks have been very agitated because of you."

"And who exactly might you be?" I ask curiously. Let's get whatever information we can while there's an opportunity. If he was controlling the twigjacks, he can't mean us any good, I'm sure. Everything about this situation makes my instincts scream that we're in for a fight, but I ignore them and stay still when he opens his mouth to answer.

"I am Aldric the Outcast." Really? That's all you're going to give us? That's not cryptic at all.

"Why are you an outcast?" I probe. Anything he tells us now will only help if, or more likely when, we fight him.

"I was banished for my ideals, my wide vision," he pauses only a second, "my experiments, really."

Aha. Here's a thread of inquiry that bears investigation. "What kind of experiments were you doing?"

"I wanted to see what would happen when I combined plants with things like pathogens, bacteria, poisons, viruses," he trails off, his unsettling grin still firmly in place.

"But why?"

Aldric laughs hoarsely. "To kill people, of course." He speaks so matter-of-factly it's slightly unnerving.

"Why would you want to kill people?"

"Why does anyone want to kill someone else?"

I roll my eyes at the non-answer. He isn't going to get away with it either. "To protect themselves, perhaps because they enjoy killing - there's a variety of reasons. Right now, I'm asking for yours."

He sighs expansively. "Curiosity, at first. Just to see if I could, you know. Then I found I enjoy it. Besides, what are a few lives compared to the expansion of knowledge?"

Bearington takes a step forward and Aldric's eyes swing over to fix on him. "What kind of knowledge have you uncovered?" Bearington asks.

"You can see for yourself, can you not?" Aldric gestures to the tree behind him with the twisted walking stick he holds.

"So you created this tree?" I affirm. When he nods, I continue, "Why? What was your ultimate goal for such a creation?" It's hard to believe he did it to kill people - the roots are choking the land, not harming the people.

"Ah, to please my client, of course," he responds. Someone else is involved? This plot goes deeper than it first appears, then.

"Who is this client of yours?" It will make things much easier if he just tells us this information, even if it means we might have to venture further into the Underdark.

"A woman," he says vaguely. "A talented caster, but she comes and goes - this world is no prison to her."

Of course, we couldn't be that lucky. Aster steps forward next to me as I think this. Perhaps he has a plan to tease the information out of Aldric? He doesn't say anything right away, but cocks his head just examining Aldric and the tree behind him.

"So let me get this straight," Aster begins after contemplating for a long moment. "can this tree burn or not?"

Wow, Aster, real subtle. Definitely not the tactic I was expecting at any rate! Is he going for intimidation? If that's the case, he really needs to practice his demeanor in the future; he's way too casual for effective intimidation right now.

"I protect the tree," Aldric responds, neatly side-stepping the question.

Aster's smile seems satisfied. "What you're saying is that it can burn. That's why you need to stand there and protect it. I'm not hearing you deny it."

"Well, yes," he admits, "it would be possible if I weren't here to protect it from nosy adventurers such as yourselves. Of course, by burning the Great Tree you would be responsible for releasing the Arlo Heint deep into the underground system."

To Aster's credit, his smile doesn't slip at this news. He's got a good poker face. Instead, he tries a different avenue of inquiry. "Why did your client request that you create this tree?" he presses.

Aldric shrugs casually, "A way to spread the Arlo Heint covertly. It's taken centuries of work, but I still haven't achieved the hoped-for results."

He pauses for a long moment. "Which were?" I prompt when he shows no signs of continuing.

"I had hoped it would spread its seeds on its own. For spores that spread the beauty that is the Arlo Heint simply through contact with them. Instead, however, I must extract the Great Tree's nectar and drip its poison into various sources around the world to ensure the Heint keeps spreading despite various attempts to contain it."

Well, that definitely settles the question of Aldric's sanity. He's barmy. He does raise an interesting question though. "How is it that you can handle the toxin and remain unaffected?"

As I speak, Aster takes a couple steps back and whispers something to Darwin. Before Aldric replies to my question, I hear Darwin murmur back to Aster, "I think both you and I can very much tell he's evil." Bearington also steps back to hear what the two men are saying.

Aldric gives a mirthful cackle. "If I gave that away, it would give you too much information."

Cajolingly, I try to draw the answer out another way. "It merely seems that," I pause as if gathering my thoughts. "You've been working on this for centuries, but you don't appear to be one who would possess such longevity. No offense meant, but you look quite spry for your age."

Bearington speaks up again from where he stands next to Darwin. "Besides, I thought you desired the spread of knowledge?"

One thick, wiry brow rises towards Aldric's wispy hairline in condescension. "Appearances can be misleading. While I enjoy spreading knowledge, I am not fool enough to give away such valuable information to my enemies." I choke back a laugh. He's shared an abundant amount of useful information for someone who already deems us enemies.

Bearington begins whispering with Aster. After several moments of back and forth, they both fall silent. Then, "Kiyo," Aster whispers my name in the soft, almost-floating accent of the Auran language. I flick one of my ears towards him so he knows I'm listening. It also makes it much easier to hear him as he continues whispering. "How do you want to proceed?"

I search Aldric's face for any sign he can hear or understand Aster's words from where he stands. His face doesn't betray him, however; his smile remains fixed and implacable. I keep my eyes fixed on him even as I reply.

"It does not appear that we have many options," I murmur back, also in Auran, only just loud enough for Aster to hear. I'm honestly a little surprised when Aldric continues to smile and does nothing else. Even if he can't hear or understand us, it has to be clear we're planning something. Why else would we bother trying to conceal our conversation? I suppose it doesn't really matter, though, as long as he isn't going to attack us while we figure out our plan.

Aster sighs softly and I can practically sense a metaphorical shoulder shrug. "No, we don't have many. At this point, we can either go back or make this the final point of this journey and just mark it."

I flatten my ears slightly in displeasure at this first suggestion. "If we go back, this whole journey will have been in vain," I point out.

"But it is an option," Aster persists. "We can go back. This doesn't have to be the end, it all depends on if we want it to be."

"Are you asking me to make this decision?"

"Obviously I'll ask the others too. Let me ask you this, though: would you trust me enough if I said that I want to make this the final stop?" He falls silent while I consider his question.

I don’t want to turn back, but I owe him an honest answer. Do I trust him enough? Trust him to put my life in danger and bring me out the other side alive? What happens if Aldric is stronger than we anticipate? What would K'yume's fate be then? Fighting him is fighting a virtually unknown enemy. But we can't continue to let him hurt people! Plus, Aster is clever. Very clever. If we work together as we have before, why shouldn't we be able to take Aldric down, just as all the enemies we've faced before this?

"Kiyo?" Aster prompts softly. I briefly consider my thoughts again. When I feel confident that I hold no reservations about my answer, I reply quietly, "Yes, Aster, I trust you."

Aster turns to the others and, switching to Common, asks if they are willing to make a fight of it. It's hard to make out his words - they sound garbled, like he's talking around a mouth full of pebbles. I know it isn't anything to do with him, however. The building pressure at the base of my skull tells me I've sub-consciously started gearing up for the now-inevitable fight. The anticipation of a fight, of course, triggers whatever it is in my mind that shuts out my understanding of everything except Auran. To be honest, it's practically a miracle I've stayed calm enough to suppress it for this long.

When the others begin to reply to Aster's query, their words have taken on the quality of someone shouting underwater, distorted and incomprehensible, even though I can still hear them clearly. The tone of their answers sounds as if they're agreeing to Aster's plan, though. I expected as much. None of them seem the type to turn back without facing the druid in front of us, even if just to wipe that damnable smirk off his smug face.

Aster takes a steadying breath and goes quiet. A second later, Arvid leaps forward casting a spell causing a profusion of vines to appear, layered over the black roots, growing up between them, all around Aldric and the tree. The vines closest to Aldric writhe around him and fall limp. I assume they were meant to restrain him, but they seem almost as if he was able to manipulate them. Even as this happens, Aster steps forward muttering a spell of his own. He isn't using Auran, so I try to stay out of the line of fire for whatever he's casting. Aldric wobbles as Aster finishes the spell, but regains his balance without falling. Grease, then.

Both Darwin and Bearington throw their respective projectile weapons. Both attacks miss. Aster shouts something to the others, then turns to me. His tone grim but resolved, he switches into Auran. "Either we're going to face something we really can't beat or we're going to get that staff of his, and I'm going to watch him die."

I frown, "If we kill him, how do we destroy the tree?" I raise my sling and fire as we speak, but the shot goes wide. Aldric maintains his nonchalance and his smile as he stands amid the riot of vines as we attack, seemingly unconcerned.

"Don't worry," Aster assures me. "I got that planned." I give a hum of assent as I shift my entire attention to the fight.

As if coming to a decision, Aldric nods and raises his staff. Mist begins to fill the room. Aster snarls as everyone else's vision is obscured, but I can't understand what he's saying since he's instinctively switched to Common.

I decide to ignore him in favor of keeping watch on Aldric. I blink once to quickly settle the change in my vision from looking at the mist to looking through it. It might hinder the others, but the mist poses no obstruction to my vision. After all, my magic is based around ice and snow; what is mist but another form of precipitation?

The mist continues to roll out from the center of the room toward the edges, stopping just short of where Percy stands at the entrance of the tunnel. I see Aldric whisper something and make another hand gesture. I tense, ready to dodge, as he finishes. He then sinks directly into the vines and roots he stands on. This is not good. This is very not good.

I look around wildly, searching for where he might reappear. I absently note Bearington sneaking along the wall at the edge of the mist where it would be slightly easier to see. Erwin, eyes closed and ears twitching in concentration, stands with her blade ready a few yards away from me. As I spin, Darwin throws another dagger - at nothing as far as I can see. Aster, still next to me, pulls out a wand.

Before I can stop him, he uses the wand to bring down a lightning bolt directly where Aldric had been standing up until a moment ago. Just as the lightning strikes, burning away some of the mist and setting Arvid's entangling vines on fire, Aldric rises out of a vine directly in front of Aster.

Arvid rushes forward to defend him, bringing up and swinging his wood hammer. Aster stumbles back several steps in surprise. "He uses the vines to move!" I call over to him.

"The black ones?" he questions.

"All of them!"

"All the vines? All the everywhere? The every-vines?"

I roll my eyes, though I doubt he can see it, even as I pull my morningstar out of my belt. "Yes!" I call over my shoulder as I dash toward our foe. Aldric leaps sideways, never leaving the vine he stands on, and just manages to dodge. He's completely unconcerned about the burning vines. He doesn't really need to be, none of the blackened roots are so much as even smoldering. I back out of reach in case he retaliates against my attempted strike.

Bearington shouts something from behind me, and I glance back to see him run out into the tunnel. Whatever he's doing, I hope it helps us. Leaving that thought, I turn and concentrate on the fight in front of me again.

Aldric is chanting. Erwin leaps forward, bringing her sword down in a cross-strike, but he manages to dodge her blow as well without interrupting his flow of words. An ominous cloud forms above Arvid. Winds begin buffeting him and whip around the room, coming out far enough to tug violently at Erwin's kimono. Aldric doesn't stop his muttered litany, however. Rain begins to sheet down from the cloud, drenching the fire which burns among the vines.

He stops chanting a moment later. The silence is immediately broken by the loud clap and flash of lighting. When my vision readjusts from the sudden light, I see Erwin's kimono has a charred hole in the shoulder. It looks painful but she's still standing. I glance to the others in case any of them were hit as well and might need healing. It doesn't seem so; Aster's finishing another spell, using our enemies distraction to his advantage. As he finishes, Darwin grows until he's like a giant to me. I take a step back to give him more room while pulling out a spell scroll with my free hand. Arvid darts between Darwin's legs, bringing his wood hammer down and connecting with a solid crack against Aldric's arm. The summoned storm dissipates. It's unclear if he lost his concentration or that was the length of the spell.

He raises his staff with his good hand and mist once more billows out away from him. Is that a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes? Maybe this won't be as difficult to pull off as I'd thought.

Darwin steps over me with his magically enlarged body, even as he mutters irritably. Probably about having to deal with more mist. Snapping out his whip, he strikes just to the left of where Aldric had just been standing. It's a lucky shot; it catches the druid directly across the chest and he doubles over with a groan.

I force myself to look away and back to my spell scroll. I read it as quickly as I can without stumbling over any words. As I finish, the scroll goes blank and my fingers begin tingling just at the edge of numbness as the frigid touch activates. Looking up, Aldric stands in an area cleared of mist surrounded by a glowing pink corona of faerie fire. He clutches at his chest with his injured hand, gasping, as he white-knuckle grips his staff with the other. Perfect.

I run past Darwin, careful not to touch him. Reaching our foe, I grab his bad shoulder roughly. He shrieks, the skin blackening all the way up to his neck. The grin, which he'd retained even up to this point, transforms into a deep, growling frown. I dance backward out of his reach, just as Bearington whirls past me to land another solid attack. Aldric slumps with a grunt of pain, his staff the only thing keeping him upright.

He begins chanting again and his hands start to glow a soft blue while some of his injuries disappear. Darwin grabs his third silver throwing dagger and lobs it viciously at his target. It sings through the air, catching Aldric across the side of his neck. The warped staff clatters to the floor as he drops it and clutches at his neck, trying to stop the bleeding.

Darwin isn't finished. Swinging his whip around again to increase the momentum, he brings it forward with a sharp crack. It catches Aldric squarely across both legs snapping them with two more sharp cracks. Aldric topples over with a gurgling cry, his hand coming away from his neck as he tries to break his fall. A spray of blood erupts across the floor as he does so, and his eyes roll back into his head before he hits the floor. His body sprawls where it lands and he makes no further movements. I can't even tell if he's breathing. No great loss, if he isn't.

We all approach warily. Carefully avoiding the widening pool of blood, Aster rolls the body over and checks for signs of life while stripping off the druid's backpack at the same time. He looks up and shakes his head. Dead then. One less thing to worry over, I suppose, though it would have been nice to get some more information from him.

Aster rifles through the backpack, looking for useful items. He tucks away everything he thinks might come in handy. Finally, we turn to deal with the tree.

"Can we just knock it down?" Darwin suggests. Aster doesn't answer, frowning and walking closer. His frown creates little furrows along his brow, but they smooth away after a moment when his expression clears. He raises a hand and casts acid splash at the base of the tree. The bark fizzes as the acid sinks into the tree's flesh, eating away at it.

Aster nods in a satisfied way and waves the rest of us off. He spends the next several minutes casting and recasting the spell as quickly as he can at the tree. After an intense ten minutes or so, he stops to catch his breath. In front of him, the tree is now nothing more than a smoking sizzling crater.

Coming over to where we're waiting by the tunnel, Aster explains that acid is actually one of the few known methods of completely obliterating the taint left behind by the Arlo Heint. We stand and begin to gather our things while Aster destroys the roots remaining across the floor of the room. As we leave, he brings up the rear, continuing to work as we walk back up the tunnel. As we reach the first room, Percy sees us and creeps out from behind a boulder where he'd taken shelter. He looks askance at us.

"We killed him," Aster assures him tiredly.

A smile brightens Percy's pale face. "Congratulations on your most valiant achievement!"

Pleasantries and assurances exchanged, Percy rejoins us and we continue to trudge our way back through the tunnels. I breathe an internal sigh of relief when we cross back out of the Underdark into the catacombs. Something about that place makes my fur stand on end.

When we make it up to the storage room, Percy is quietly sick in a corner while we deal with the bodies of his comrades. We wrap up the body of his brother, Alex, but we can't carry more than one body back with us. Aster acid splashes the rest to prevent them from becoming tainted as we leave them behind. The weight of Alex's body further slows our progress, so we unanimously agree to rest for another night in the fountain room we'd stumbled on before. Luckily, we don't run into anything between the storage room and our goal. The night passes uneventfully as we recover our strength. With renewed vigor, we set out (in what we assume is the morning) and make our way out of the citadel and finally back to the surface.

Bright morning sunlight shines blindingly above us. Everything seems so quiet and barren compared with the last few days underground. Vines, or rather roots, still creep out from the crevasse and across the surrounding fields, choking them. Aster and Erwin examine the roots and fields as we pull Alex's body out of the crevasse on a makeshift stretcher. After a quick consultation with Gylnis, the two return to the group and declare that they find no taint on the actual land. The fields are merely withered and choked by the roots covering them.

With so many of the roots sprawling across the land, it's clear the job is too big for Aster alone. We decide to continue onto Aki where Erwin can make a report to the Church and request magicians to help destroy the remaining roots.

As soon as we reach the outskirts of the village, Erwin breaks away, heading directly for the Church outpost. We continue on without her and soon reach the town proper. A yell from across the main square greets us as Hercule spots Percy and runs over. Grabbing his son, he hugs him tight enough to make his spine pop.

Releasing Percy after a long moment, Hercule turns towards the rest of us. As he turns, he catches sight of the stretcher where Alex's body lies. A cry of anguish tears itself from Hercule's throat before he can control himself. He whispers a soft prayer over the body before addressing us.

"Thank you for bringing at least one of my son's back alive. It's more than I could have asked for. Can you, by chance, tell me the nature of Alex's death?"

"He died fighting," Aster says as compassionately as he can.

Hercule sighs, barely holding himself together. "At least he went valiantly. Thank you for bringing back his body; I'll be able to bury him properly." He pauses, choking back tears. "I would like to reward you for doing me such a service."

Taking us back to his shop, Hercule gives each of us a medium bag full of gold. He admonishes us to call on him should we ever need a favor because he has connections all across the lands of Edensil. Many blacksmiths, he tells us, will assist us even if we just mention his name.

Eventually we take our leave and rejoin Erwin in the town square. She tells us that relief efforts are going well in Fellinor and that the Church has promised to send a team of acolytes out to the village within a couple hours to take care of the roots. As we speak, Hercule and Percy come out of the smithy and begin telling the other villagers that it is safe to remain in town. Everyone seems relieved at the news, but we hear several express concerns about their fields. Erwin walks over and assures them that the Church will help anyone who needs it.

The innkeeper approaches the rest of us and insists on providing us free room and board for the night. As we head toward the inn, many of the villagers follow to celebrate our victory.

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