Had these prepared and written a while back. Forgot to upload. Enjoy.
Itch was the greatest-bestest week in months. The only moment that trumped his experience now was the discovery of artificial warpstone he discovered. Only difference between then and now was that Itch was not being killed for having a good time.
Joy it was to not be the target of numerous witch hunters, echin assassins, and his own test subjects!
Such joy was only made better as he took out a brush and started working on his hair once more. At first he did not like it, but the Skaven was quickly learning that baths in clear water was in fact the best thing that he could ever do for his hair! Along with a few things he stole from the students, and it was becoming more fluffy and white than it ever had been before!
Should he apologize to his Master-Boss for forcing him to take his first few baths? No, those were brutal experiences that had dramatized the rat. He had nothing worth seeking forgiveness over!
That Human-Thing that was his master was keeping him busy however. The rat was currently working on a second Doom-Flayer for his Master learned the greatness of Skaven Engineering. Of course, the rat was tempted to make a Doom-Wheel, but that machine required two skaven to operate and he knew he was going to be doing the menial task of pumping the engine.
Thus the Doom-Flayer was chosen.
Taking a sword from the massive barrel of weapons and metal objects his Master conveniently gathered for him, the Skaven brushed some of the Warpstone sludge upon it. The metal began to melt in a strange manner that allowed Itch to stick it to the chassis of the vehicle.
He might not have access to a forge, but one can do anything with enough Warpstone. Add in all the rat carcasses Itch had been finding and he had a near unlimited supply of the stuff.
Sniffing the air the rat could smell the lowing sun. The lowering sun meant that it was about time for his Master to demand his arrival.
The rat traveled up and through the tunnels, his deep red eyes allowing the rat to navigate the winding halls. Soon he arrived at the door, slowly opening it to see a massive dragon looking at him.
"Kyu!" He backed away for a moment only to notice the creature was staring at him intently but not attacking. Being a smart rat, he put two and two together, "Fufufu, you can't hurt me-me. Not without permission from your Master-Boss."
The creature moved for a moment. Its eyes slightly widened and its head tilted a little bit forward. Such was enough that the Skaven knew he was correct in his assessment.
"Silly-ignorant dragon thing is bound, just like elf-thing have done to their own. Failure to be flying across the skies searching for us Skaven who live in Under-Empire!" The gloated while closing the secret door behind him, "If you touch my workshop-home, I guarantee your Master-Boss will not live another day."
That threat was enough to give a real rise out of the creature. The Dragon briefly opened its mouth to try and eat Itch, but the Skaven are a nimble race that can easily dodge halfhearted attacks upon their lives.
"Fufufu," Itch laughed before walking away from the creature, "See you later scaley-thing!"
There was a vengeful kue coming from the Dragon as Itch laughed. Such a stupid creature was no match for the wits of the Skaven. Though he wondered why it was hanging out near one of the doors that led his personal Under-Empire.
Well it did not matter, as none of these human-things were smart enough to attack him. Already he was able to create a machine that can murder hundreds of them, it was only a matter of time before he was able to flee this damned place or reduce it to ruble.
Under his illustrious and merciful master, though.
"Oh hey, it's Louise's Familiar." Itch turned to see the tanned human-thing walking its way towards him with a small group of girls at her call, "Do you want some Cheese?"
"Itch does not-not want cheese-thng." Itch told the bloody human-breeder with a sneer.
"Not not?" She grew a small smile as leaned into him, "Doesn't that mean you want cheese?"
"What-why do you say that?" Itch felt his brain skitter to a crawl as he tried to realize what she was saying.
"Why, you said 'not' twice, doesn't that mean you don't not want the cheese?" And with the smirk on her face she took out a piece of yellowed milk and threw it at Itch, "Come on, have it."
The Skaven felt himself blink for a few moments, confusion still rattling in his mind. However in the next moment he started, "Stupid human-th-!"
Within the next moment the small bit of cheese ignited as if it was dry wood. The Skeven felt his heart jump almost out of his chest as he threw himself towards something with more cover than out in the open. Such was a simple hardwire instinct driven into all Warlock Engineers because when things started to go bad, they went bad.
"Ha! Look at him!" The Woman-Thing laughed as she pointed at him, "The poor little mouse was scared by a firecracker!"
The group of humans around Itch began to laugh with her. An orchestra of what Itch realized was them mocking him. To thank that human-things of all things were mocking the Skaven was something Itch had never experienced before. He felt belittered and embarrassed by the damnable woman.
He pointed a claw at her as he started to generate his own magic, "You do not make-make fun of-!"
The moment before his arcane arts would have started leaking from his body, the runes upon his flesh detected the hostile intent he was generating. The desire for Murder was something his Master-Boss foolishly wanted to keep in check and these runes were going to do so even outside of her eyesight.
Thanks to the massive amount of pain delivered by the runes, Itch was sent to the ground to cry in pain. Such antics were more than enough to get the onlookers even more entertainment, as they just watched such a prideful Skaven fall to the ground to no fault of their own.
Itch felt his entire person shaken as he simply laid upon the ground. Their laughter caused him to desire lashing out, but he could not even bare his claws against them without the rune attempting to exercise its creator's will. To be laid low was something Itch could not forgive, something he did not know was even possible!
Dangerous red eyes glared at the tanned woman-thing, who felt a small bit of dread creep down her spine. However she had quickly recovered and smiled, "That's enough everyone, this rat needs to get back to its Master. Please tell the Zero I said hi, rat."
Even when they left Itch was on the ground for a few more minutes. Such was expected since the runes were exorcising his desire of blatant murder. Only when the thought of going to talk to his master-boss first did the runes finally calm down and he was able to rise.
Still, the desire for revenge never left his raty soul.
Louise was walking through the halls thinking to herself. Mainly it was about what happened to her earlier this week, where she was riding that monsterous machine her Familiar had created. It was such an odd experience that she did not know how to describe it, but it felt good. It was a feeling she never thought she could experience.
The simple fact was that she, Louise, felt like she could challenge the world from that death machine. Unlike the fake feeling of superiority that she experienced by being called an aristocrat, she felt like she could challenge her fellow mages and crush them under her metallic bike.
Louise quickly shook her head at that moment. Those thoughts were far too dark for someone like her to have. Hell, she lost her skirt to the death machine, and maybe even far more if she was unlucky. She needed to fix that, since she really wanted to ride on that machine again.
The only thing she could think of was eliminating loose clothing. That meant she needed to get rid of her cape as well as the skirt. Maybe even getting some pants for the ride…
She had used pants a few times in her life, mainly whenever she wanted to ride horses. She did not like them very much but maybe it was a simple thing she needed to suffer to experience that once more.
It was then that Louise felt herself tripping on something. It might have been a pebble or something, but it still caused her to lose her balance and be sent flying into the ground. All the books, things relating to theoretical forms of magic, were sent flying across the hallway as she smacked her face on the rocky floor.
There was a firm pain going through her nose as she rose from the floor. She did not cry however, for the Rule of Steel meant that she should not show weakness.
As the small girl rose to her feet she took a moment and reached for the books. Within only an inch's reach of the first tome, she watched as the numerous books were moved and folded back together from a spell she was all too familiar with.
"Miss Valliere, let me get those items for you." Guiche said as the books floated to his side, "These are a lot of books do you not think?"
"Thank you, Guiche, now and you float those over to me. I will be on my way."
"Now wait a moment." The Gramont said as he looked at the tomes for himself, "'A Theory of None Elemental Magic', 'Thesis on Helic's Theory of Energy', my Louise, why would you of all people have such heretical books?"
"They are not heresy. I got them from the library for your information." Louise simply said as she lunged for the books. However the mage simply moved the books right out of her reach.
"Even if you got them from the Library it does not mean they are not ugly." The man said as he looked at them for another time, "Though that's not why you have them. Are you trying to cast such heretical magics Louise."
"It's none of your business, Gramont!" Louise said as she was about to reach for her wand.
"It is my business if you blow up half the school, you Zero!" The boy shot back before turning his back and starting his leave, "I shall take these to the headmaster for examination. I will not abide by you fouling the Founder's name. Be happy I won't mention your name with them."
"B-but! You damned-!" Louise's heart sank as she watched Guiche turn his back towards her.
To think that with a simple motion of someone else's wand Louise would see her entire research taken from her. She was just trying to figure out if Warpstone was safe or if she needed to forbid her Familiar from ever making it again!
She kicked out her feet for a moment, stubbing her toe on something with a painful freight. Looking down she saw a small dimple sticking out of the ground. It reminded her of the magic young toddlers were trained to cast from an early age. Which means it was summoned…
She looked from side to side, seeing the students all around her giggling to themselves. She glared from direction to direction, only to see people's heads turn around as she did so. It was so damning, to think they would resort to this low of trickery to make fun of her!
She just needed to leave them. With one step over the other she started making her way towards her room. At least there she was just Louise and not the failure to be laughed at and feared by the class at large.
Louise the Failure.
Louise the Explosion.
Louise the Zero.
As Louise entered her room she could see her Familiar laying on the ground grabbing his head like a psycho. Such a thing she had never seen him do, but considering her experience with the damned rat she would not have been that surprised about it.
That's right, here she is with a familiar and she still does not know how to cast magic. Yes she summoned a frankly unusual and arguably powerful creature, but no one cared. She was still the zero, the bane of scholastic and noble achievement.
Seeing her Familiar acting more miserable than her was quickly getting on Louise's nerves. So much so that she took out her whip and smacked it into the rat, "I demand you to stop laying on the ground!"
"HYAAA!" The rat jumped up and stood at attention in front of its owner, "Master-Boss, I did not hear you come in!"
"Of course I would come in, this is my room idiot." Louise said as she smelled the air, "You forgot to clean yourself again."
"Sorry Master-Boss! Itch will clean himself after he is done asking you a question!" He blabbered out without any restraint.
Louise felt her eyes furrow as she heard that, "Well I am here, spill it so I don't need to listen to you."
"Can I kill the tanned human-thing?"
"Are you talking about Kirche?" Louise asked as her Familiar quickly nodded, "What did she do to you?"
"She played with me and brought me down-down to her level! She asked if I wanted cheese and made fun of Queekish! I shall have her head!" He demanded as he slammed his fist against the nearby wall.
"No matter how much I would want her head, we cannot kill another student." Louise declared though she really wanted to agree with him. Soon she grew a grin, "What about that scheme of yours? The one involving Montermency's perfume?"
With those words the rat's ears twitched as his red eyes glared at her, "Yes yes, that is something we can do. Master-Boss has proven themselves devious yes-yes?"
"Of course I am." Louise announced as she soon matched his smile, "If these Nobles are going to play dirty with me I will play dirty with them. Itch, do you know if they are… getting along?"
"Why of course Master, I hear and smell them every other night." The Rat pointed out as he gave a devious laugh, "But Master, do you know how to cause the most amount of damage? Itch knows that bottle belonged to someone else, but who was it that owned it?"
"That would be Montmerency, or Monmon if we take the fool's nickname for her." Louise began as she started pacing back and forth within the room, "She does not really care for her Fiance, but I am sure her family would seek maximum penalty for the boy breaking his vow. Kirche would be caught in the crossfire while in a forign country without any countrymen to rely upon."
"What does that mean-mean master!? Itch… did not pay attention to triflings of man-things." The rat admitted as he lowered his head a little.
"Simply put, Itch, is that we will be killing the two of them socially and theocratically. Neither of the two will be able to wipe away the stain that we are to inflict upon their records." Louise said with a smirk, "Which is fine by me, both of them deserve it."
"Hmm, destroying their status like did-did me! Itch Warpsnout is on board master-boss! And Itch already knows how we can do this…"
"I'm all ears, Itch."
It was a good way into the night that the suspect-thing slowly made his way towards the room. He looked a little bit worried and was continuously taking care of himself to try and look as presentable as possible. Once he was satisfied with his apparel and looks, the man-thing walked over and knocked on the nearby door.
"Um, Kirche, I'm here." He said as he stood shakily in front of the door.
"Of course, come on in~" The spector's ears twitched as he heard the damn-bastard's voice coming into his ears.
With that the boy-thing opened the door and walked into the room. He waited and waited for the moment where the aroma of human's breeding musk hit his nose. The moment it did, the red eyes that were looking through the keyhole disappeared and a nearby window opened.
Standing out in the courtyard Louise waited. There were no rules for students of their age to be in their dorms at a certain time, as none of the Servants were powerful enough to exercise such an authority. Sometimes even the teachers were forced to obey the rules of those who are heirs to Dukedom.
Louise was, funny enough, close to being one of those people due to the situation that each of her sisters found themselves in. That was not upon her mind now though, as the little girl looked up to see the shining beacon of green she was waiting so long for.
With that seen Louise quickly got up and started moving her way back into the building. It was not very hard to find Montmorency, for Louise had always seen where people on the first floor lived.
When she reached the door she had to take a moment and calm herself. If she was too excited the other girl would have suspected something was up. In and out she breathed, until she finally settled her heart and knocked on the door hard.
There was a slight stirring coming from the other side. Louise was worried she would need to knock again but the door opened only a minute after.
Before her, a tired Montmorency looked at her in confusion, "Louise? Why are you up so late? Why are you at my door?"
The one seeking vengeance had to look down as she gave these lines, both to sell the act and hide the fact she knew more, "M-Montmorency. C-come with me." And with a stretch of the hand Louise ensnared her fellow's hand.
"L-Louise!?" The other girl almost squealed in panic, "What is up with you!?"
"I-I found out something you should know." Louise said while keeping her back towards the other girl, "If you don't want me to pull you there fine, but you should come and witness it with your own eyes."
"F-fine, but if this is a trick you are pulling Noble or not I will punish you." The Noble Girl said as she gave up resisting Louise and allowed herself to be guided.
Thanks to her little spat earlier many of the people, both asleep and awake, had found themselves starting to follow the two from the darkness. The people were interested in why someone like Louise was planning on showing.
Since she grabbed Montmorency, maybe everyone but the girl herself knew what was about to happen.
As Louise came into the hallway she looked over to see her Familiar giving her a nod. It was then that Montmorency's eyes widened to the size of washers as she looked at the door, "That's Ki-!"
Eh, I had these written and forgot to upload them. Enjoy.
Louise covered her mouth, then nodded to her Familiar to open the door he spent all this time picking. With a well hidden snicker the Familiar opened the door and allowed the Noble Girl to do the rest.
Quickly Montmorency threw herself through the door and into the room, the two occupants stopping in sheer confusion and fear due to the door opening. The three of them looked at one another before Montmorency quickly drew out her want towards her Fiance.
"G-GUICHE!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, "T-TO THINK YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME WITH THEIR HARLOT! I-I'LL KILL YOU!"
As the fireworks began in earnest Louise and Itch quickly disappeared as fast as the groups of people came to try and stop the young mage. They were unsuccessful, as a torrent of water was sent slamming into the two Fornicators.