A little Author's note before I began. The first three chapters for this story are going to be released quite quickly, due to the fact I am currently on spring break. Once I return to school, expect updates to slow. I'll update when I can, but I sadly will be unable to commit to a schedule. Despite this, I hope you all stick around.
Now to answer the reviews.
Alexkehling: Isabella's cell service comes from Kricket, surprising enough. In all honesty, the reason her cellphone works is because I couldn't come up with a good enough reason for her laptop to work and not her cellphone. She is going to figure out her powers during her fight with Guchie (which has had more iterations than anything else so far). Lastly, I'm trying to keep the fourth wall as intact as possible for this story, even though I cannot deny the humor of what would happen if she did.
Boyzilla: Thanks! Hopefully I don't disappoint.
Now on with the show!
'Italics' are thoughts.
Bold is for spells.
*around a word* means a scene change to that location.
"x-x-x-x" is P.O.V. change
P.O.V. Isabella
I let out a yawn as rays of sunlight touched my face. Wait, what? My body shoot up like a rocket. My bed was against a wall, and was nowhere near a window! I open my eyes in borderline panic as yesterday slowly came back to me. The trip the coffee shop , appearing in another world, becoming a pink haired girl's familiar.
'I'm a dork,' I thought to myself, stretching myself out and scratching my itchy back. I had spent the night on a stack of hay. The pinkette (Louise was her name), hadn't told my to get her up, so I might as well do some stuff while I could. 'I could wash my clothes,' I thought, before realizing the biggest flaw of that plan.
'Damn it! I only have one pair of pants!' Add that to list things I need. Multiple pairs of pants. Which was going to likely lead into a conversation of why I don't wear skirts or dresses. Or girl clothing in general (I hated the stuff. Guy clothing made sense and actually had pockets). So washing clothing was out. Go out and explore the castle? I shook my head. I had better things to do with my time than get lost. The school was a borderline castle in terms of size, that much was certain. I took a look at my laptop that I had left out overnight. I sigh. It's not like I had anything else to do. I quickly booted up the device. Now what should I do? I needed to do something quite, so I didn't wake up Louise. I probably shouldn't play something really bloody either. I had no idea her sensitivity to violence or blood where, but I expected her to be very sensitive. After all, she herself was noble, like everyone else here, and if that was the case, then I expected her to be quite sheltered. Which might lead to problems later down the line. In fact, it was likely I'm the first person to not give a shit about statis positions and such. Louise had already earned my slight pity, and it was currently my job to not only protect her, but also to be her support. Something told me in my gut that she was going to need both. I sat down as World of Warcraft loaded. Loging into my main, Linthice, running throuhg my garrison, collecting the rewards from all the stuff my followers did. Boring, but it brink in a nice chunk of in game money. Next I simply qued up for a heroic dungeon. It took about ten minutes, with the overgeared group crushing everything in our path (I remember in the beginning of the expansion, these dungeons used to be hard). It was Monday, so the raid's hadn't reset yet, so I simply couldn't go mount farming and because it was early morning, nobody in my guild was on, either going to their jobs or to college (I wasn't the only college student in the guild). I guess a game of Hearthstone will have to do for the time being. I exited out of WoW, before entering a do or die battle with my murloc deck pitted against a warlock. The match quickly became intense, sucking me ever inward. It got to the point of which, that once again, I was a oblivious to everything going on around me. Including the awakening of Louise.
P.O.V. Louise
I awaken with a yawn, eyes slightly glazed over. I look over to the pile of hay in the corner of the room, only to find it empty. I began to panic 'Did she leave already?' I began looking around in panic. The pack was still there. And the large device was flipped up. Oh. She was once again looking at the device, deeply entranced by whatever was happening. Isabella was staring at the screen a look a determination written on her face, eyes crossed and her right foot tapping away like a woodpecker. She also wasn't wearing pants, a fact that I noticed as a I got up, getting a perfect shot of her legs (but not her underwear, thankfully), despite the rising heat on my face. What was my familiar doing? I go to her side, looking at whatever held her interest to intently. As I looked and watched the lit up portion of the device, I failed to understand what was going on. It was some type of game involving cards, that much was certain. My familiar was in control of the things on the bottom half of the screen, and was seemingly winning. After dragging a few things on her side of board onto an enemy portrait, which caused it to explode.
"So what are you doing?" I ask, as my familiar finally noticed my empty bed in a slight panic.
"ACK!" She screamed, her knees slamming into the table, almost tipping it over, only to be prevented by her body doubling over in pain. "Mother clucker! Son of a!" She was trying her best not to swear from the pain. "Louise, please don't scare me like that again! Ever!" I had to bite back the urge to laugh. Isabella pouted slightly, rubbing her knee, a clear attempt at soothing the pain.
"I was playing Hearthstone," Isabella said, rubbing her knee. The area was definitely going to bruise. 'Maybe I should take her a healer,' I thought as my familiar continued to rub her knee, hissing in pain.
"Do you need me to take you to a healer?" I ask, concerned. I knew my familiar was tough, after all she did remain conscious (mostly) throughout the binding ritual.
"Thanks," she winced, "but I'll live." She finally put her feet back on the ground, before stretching herself out, standing up out of the chair and bring herself to her full height. The girl's oversized shirt came halfway down her thighs. Why did she even have a shirt that big? "I'll explain the rules later if you want, but right now I'm," a rumbling was heard, most likely her stomach, "hungry." The last part really didn't need saying after that stomach growl. After that we wordlessly changed, Isabella taking off the oversized sleepshirt. While we were facing opposite ways, I took a quick peek at my familiar (good luck getting me to admit it, though). The first thing I noticed was a strange red and black symbol on her back. It was strange, like some type of drawing on the skin. However, I wasn't going to ask, because that would mean she knew I looked. 'Why am I so embarrassed? We're both girls!' I shook the thoughts out of my head, getting dressed myself. Compared to my familiar did, which was simply throw on the shirt and pants combination from the day before (I was going to have to get her some clothes, or offer her mine).
"Do you need any clothes?" I ask hesitantly. My familiar definitely didn't seem to like girls clothing, or anything girly, for that matter. In fact, her hair was shorter than some guys!
"I'm good, but thank you for asking, Louise," Isabella grinned, her stomach letting out another rumble.
"Oh," I stammered, unsure of how to put what I was about to say. I hated to think about what the other's would say with my familiar talking to me in such a causal manor.
"Don't worry," she grinned, once again seeming to read my mind, "I can play the part of a good little pet. Woof, woof."
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*Dining Hall of Tristain Academy of Magic*
P.O.V. Louise
For someone who was hungry, it was certainly hard to actually her into the Dining Hall. I was going to have to get a servant to take her on a tour of the grounds, or do it myself. Actually, it would be better for my sanity if I did it myself. My familiar might began demanding that a remember the name of every servant we come across. By the girl's standards, it would seem a reasonable request. But to me the simple idea of all people are equal was simply impossible. I'd hate to see how she'd react to many nobles, and if Kirche was any indication, she was going to get hurt. I didn't want my familiar to get hurt. At all. But hopefully she was going to be more level headed in the future. Someone else wasn't going to be able to save her the next time something like this happen. I walked down one of the isles, looking for a place to sit, ignoring the whispers I heard, even though my familiar did not. I caught her sending a look of murder at Kirche, again! Thankfully, she missed it. Ultimately, I found us a place to sit. It was almost like the area into itself was prepared for us, due the fact there was a smaller chair next to one of the normal chairs. Isabella, without waiting on a single word from me, pulled out the larger of the two chairs, pushing it back in after I sat down. She promptly sat down, in the smaller chair, which was hardly enough to support her frame. Not that it seemed to bother her, hunger overwhelming all her sense, quickly eating everything on her plate, her movements nothing more than a blur. Thankfully, the girl had table manners, actually using a fork and knife to cut her meat into pieces, even eating more than a few pieces of fruit before I could barely get started! She at least stopped after that, her eyes seeming to scan the room in a paranoid manner. Somehow, thing payed off, because just as a finished I heard a thunking noise and a clucker behind me, only to find my familiar somehow but her cutting knife into a pastry that someone had thrown at me (my familiar didn't notice who did it, something that I couldn't tell was good or bad). After that though, we both thought it was likely best to move on. My familiar wasn't happy (naturally) that someone had tried to attack me. However, practically blocking me from the side of the room where the pastry was thrown from might have been a tad bit overkill.
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*Outside, in one of the courtyards*
P.O.V. Isabella
"So you gain a mana crystal each turn, to a normal maximum of ten, and expend them on spells, creatures, or your hero power each turn," Louise said, trying to make sense of the basic mechanics of Hearthstone, which was interesting if nothing else. "And your goal is run the opponent out of health, which can't go any higher than thirty."
"That's the basics," I grin, looking at the confusion on the pinkettes face. It really was the cold hard baseboard when it came to Hearthstone. I didn't play the game all that much, myself. It wasn't that things were hard, I just didn't play enough to keep up with the common strategies, nor did I want to spend actual money on the game, so I ended up saving what little in game gold I managed to collect and spend it on a pack or two if I felt I was lagging behind. It allowed me to build some pretty niche decks, including my murloc paladin deck, which used two Murloc Knight's as the core base. My friends hated the deck with a burning passion. Especially when Murloc Knight's started spawning even more Murloc Knight's, which happened more often than one would expect. Combine that with bubble's and you were set for life.
"But what's stopping someone from just flat out attacking, ignoring anything you summon?" She asked. 'Dear God, she's already discovered face hunters,' I thought to myself.
"Some cards force enemy creatures to target it over all other things, and most decks usually have a handful of them just incase," I said, hoping to the turn the conversation away from the awful, awful face hunters. "Some decks could get away with something like that, but not most of them." I blinked, something catching my eye. I almost smirked. "Well doesn't that just take the cake," I grin, watching a blonde haired teenager being shouted at by two girls, one with brown hair, the other with blonde.
"What are you … Oh," Louise said, following my line of vision. Even from here I could already begin to hear the shouting of the two girls. And from the sound of it, the boy, Guiche, had apparently been two timing behind the two girl's backs, and they had just found out. At the same time. I wasn't one for drama, but this? This was simply the guy getting his just deserts. I did almost wince though as one of the two, the blonde, slapped him across the face with enough force to knock him on his ass. However, as I thought before, he deserved it. It was his own fault for dating two girls at the same time. It didn't seem he liked that, however before beginning to shout at one of the nearby maids. My mouth that had been smirking just seconds before turned into a scowl. 'It's your own damn fault, you brat. You better not be about to do what I think you're about to do,' I think to myself. He began to raise his hand to strike the girl. Fuck that shit. Louise was going to kill me for this later, I could tell. But that'll be a bridge I cross when I get there.
"Hey! Asshole!" I shout, storming towards the two, getting Guiche's attention quite easily. I closed the distance faster than one would have expected, my newfound rage acting as the fuel.
"Aw, Louise's commoner familiar," he said sarcastically, "You're just about to see me punish this girl for sullying the reputation of two young ladies." My eye twitched in rage. That was his twisted logic in this! I positioned myself in between him and the girl, who was quivering in fear.
"If anyone sullyed anyone's reputation, it would be you sullying their, asshole," I snap, fury taking hold (let it be said that a person's familiar reflected certain qualities of their summoner, and Louise got someone with a situational temper that rivaled her own). "And then you proceed to try and salvage your pride by blaming it on someone who can't defend themselves. I'll be frank, I've seen pieces of shit with more nobility than you. If you'd have any amount of common sense in the brain of yours, you would apologize to all three of them. Now!" The look on Guiche's face betrayed any type of emotion he was feeling. Louise was quickly approaching, no doubt startled out of her mind. Of course, she had never seen me when my temper was flaring and cranked up to ten. People like him pissed me off to no end. They held themselves to be better than others simply because of lucky birth. They were simply lucky to be born into a family with money and power. No more, no less. Guiche, on the other hand, turned to face Louise.
"Aw, Louise the Zero," he said, barely containing his rage. "It seems you are having trouble with teaching your familiar proper respect." He then sucker-slapped me across the face.
P.O.V. Louise
I almost flinched. 'By Brimir, did Guiche really just slap her?!' I was shooked. While my familiar was most certainly vulgar and rude, Guiche should be able to handle himself better than that. He's a noble! I would have scolded him, but Isabella's laughter bet me to it.
"Turn around and look at me," the pitch was cold and low, sounding almost borderline inhuman. "In a second you're about to realize how fucked up you are." I watch in horror as Isabella slams her fist into Guiche's face. Even from a few feet away, I heard the crunching of bone.
P.O.V. Isabella
My fist slammed into Guiche's nose, bringing the noise of his nose breaking to my ear's. And naturally, he flopped against the ground. He was knocked onto his ass by a slap from a twig (talk about being a continuation of the squishy mage archetype). Not only did I actually put my body weight behind my blow, that body weight was practically nothing but muscle. Even if I did slap him back (something that would be very out of character). He looked up at me in shock, almost like he didn't expect that to happen.
"You slapped me," I spat, "what did you expect me to do, stand there and take it?" This child! I know my temper was getting the best of me, but he was pissing me off to no end!
"I was going to have you ask to beg for forgiveness," He snarled, talking pretty well for trying to keep the blood inside his crushed nose. "But now you leave me no choice. I challenge you to a duel!" Multiple gasps went up, including Louise.
"Guiche, you can't!" She shouted, "duel's are forbidden!" 'Interesting. Que loophole in three, two, one,' I thought.
"Between nobles, yes, but not between a commoner and a noble!" He shouted, just finally pulling himself back onto his feet. Louise was about to say something else, but I cut her off.
"I accept," I say, "I need to stay in shape, and you need to be taken down a peg. It's a win-win for everyone. Well, except for you, that is."
"You can't!" Louise shouted, "He'll kill you!" I snorted.
"He'll try. And he will fail," I snarl, "and master, can you hold onto my shirt. I only have two, and I don't want to get it covered in blood." I didn't even give her time to respond, revealing my four pack and back tattoo, alongside my oversized sporting bra, which was nothing more than a glorified tank top with a midriff, which was the whole point. I shifted myself into a combat stance, pulling out my butterfly knife out of my pocket.
P.O.V. Louise
'By the founder, my familiar has abs. Why does a girl have abs? Wait, why am I worrying about that! Isabella, you better stay safe!'
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And that's a wrap on chapter two. Sorry about the cliffhanger, but it's something I wanted to do. So what do you guys think? Did I make any grammatical errors? Canonical errors? Feel free to comment.
And in other news, what weapon do you think Isabella will summon in the next fight. It's a dagger or daggers, which means it's either the Kingsbane dagger combination, the Fangs of the Devourer combination, the Fangs of the First Nightsaber, or Xal'atath, Blade of the Black Empire.
Make sure to drop off a review, and I hope you enjoyed.