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Good lord, my list of pet peeves is award-able, but I won't list all of them. I suppose it's more of a list of things that make me violently irritant, rather than small pet peeves like the OP would have us list.

• People who are usually rude to me trying to be nice when they ask for things from me: You think, just because you change your attitude, that I'm going to give you what you want? A prime example of this happening is usually with my mother. She does this . . . thing with her hands and fingers where she knits them together, trying to act innocent, and uses a sweet, disgusting voice, and it takes all of my will power not to smack the living **** out of her. I usually break her hands away from each other and tell her to get out.

• People who try to 'convert' me in religion: I am not going to go to your church to worship some damned god I don't even believe in. Leave me the hell alone.

• Nails on a chalkboard or any similar sound: It sets me on edge, it hurts my ears, it gives me a phantom pain in my teeth, it is just god-awful, and I want to throw my fork at my dad who likes to dig his fork into our ceramic plates just to annoy me.

• People who can't handle themselves in bad situations: Seriously, calm down, breathe and keep your wits about you. Don't start crying, don't let them know that you're freaking out on the inside, make them believe that you're not scared. I feel like it's not that hard, and it's not understandable to me how people can't do it.

• Outward weakness: This point has made a lot of people turn heads to glare at me, but considering many of my previous situations, I feel I have a bit of privilege to look down on people who wear their emotions on their sleeves. Since this point can bring up many debates, I'd rather not elaborate on my feelings towards people who are like this.

It's nothing special, but I was a little obsessed with Ao no Exorcist.

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D-technoLife by UVERworld

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DAY 42​

January 10th, Thursday​

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT !! • WEARING !! }​

{ OOC : STARTS OFF THE DAY FOR ONCE. I CAN'T SLEEP. SIGH. }​

{ DAY : 42 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 10, 2013 } • { LOCATION : CAFE//HALLWAYS }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : THOUGHTFUL//CALM }​

It was early morning when Kallisti woke up. It felt strange; she hadn't been up this early in what felt like a long time, now.

Now that she was up, she thought that she might as well spend some of this quiet time thinking about the questions she was going to ask Crestatia. There was little time left, and it could be any minute that the demon would kill her.

So . . .

As far as she had gathered over the last forty-something days, Crestatia would only answer with vague answers if the question wasn't specific enough. Kallisti gathered that she had to be very careful and thorough in her wording - not blow up the sentence needlessly as she usually did, but use key words and other phrases to get the answers she wanted.

The topic of her personal survival seemed like a rather good place to start, and then if things went well enough after that, Kallisti felt that the other questions might come more naturally.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't nervous; it wasn't often that you spoke to the person who you knew held your life in your hands. She would have to suck it up though, because there was nothing else to be done. If she didn't do the summoning today, Kallisti knew that it was all over for her.

The hours ticked by as she thought about questions and their possible answers. When the hour before classes began rolled around, Kallisti was out the door, heading to Ishmael Café to get coffee.

As she walked, she was tempted to adjust her ever-uncomfortable stockings, but she didn't want to stop walking since this morning was particularly cold. Snow was still in piles all around her, but thankfully, the sidewalk was clear enough, She only had to make sure of her not slipping and falling on her ass.

She kept to herself in the café for about thirty minutes and realized that she had yet to notify Bronagh that she decided today was the summoning day. After removing her coat, Kallisti pulled out her phone, and typed up a text post to Tumblr. There was little information in the message, but she didn't want people to know what she was up to quite yet. She had been rather vigilant about staying silent.

With classes drawing near, Kallisti sighed and buttoned up her coat. The warmness of the coffee cup nearly burned her hand, but it felt nice - comforting almost. She grabbed her school bag and violin and then left the cafe for her first class of the morning.

If a special hell existed for those of them in the game, she hoped it might feel something like her coffee cup.

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[ LOCATION : UNKNOWN ]​

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When Harley woke up that morning, he knew that he wouldn't be going to school today. He'd be lucky if he was ever going anywhere again because, for some ludicrous reason, he was terrified out of his mind.

Then again, it might have had something to do with his nightmare. Just a hunch.

The room that he had woken up in was fairly nice, and he found a bit of comfort in knowing that he was still in the mysterious mansion that he had been taken to last night. It was a bit . . . crazy, what was happening, almost something out of a movie, but Harley felt that he might be handling this better than most people would.

Sitting in the modern-looking chair was a set of clothing and shoes, which he quickly put on upon realizing that he was pretty much naked. Disregarding the socks, Harley felt nice in the hoodie that had been provided, and the jeans were pretty damn comfortable as well. Whoever picked out his clothing must have known him ( or stalked him ) pretty well.

With a calming breath, he walked out of the room and into an almost Oriental-styled hallway, something that wasn't much contrast from his room. Adorning the walls were several well-painted wall scrolls and text. Occasionally, a table with a small bonsai tree would appear, settled between two very tall pillars that hugged the hall's walls.

When he turned down another hall, the style changed almost completely, to something from India, or Constantinople, perhaps. Lush, colorful, and intricately designed carpets littered the floor and there were hand-sewn beanbags that set up against the walls. Looming above were equally spaced lanterns, only a few of which were lit. The high ceiling, which was made of the same chalky marble as the smooth floor and walls, folded a bit as if the top of the Taj Mahal had been pressed into it.

He had to admit, this place was pretty wondrous.

After passing a set of doors that he realized, he stopped to look back at them. Could he go inside there? Or would he find that woman again? Agh. Annoying.

His feet padded against the tiled floor and he set a hand on one of the doors. Another calming breath, and then the door opened.

" I see that you have woken up. " came the woman's voice. She sat at the desk, pouring over paperwork.

Ah, that accent, that manner of speaking. Goddammit, he thought he just might have been imagining it, but he wasn't. This was pretty bad news, he thought to himself. If Lorinda knew about this -

" Well, don't you just stand there, love, sit down. " she motioned to the chair that sat next to the desk.

Harley couldn't say anything to her. What was there to say? It was hard enough talking to his own damn wreck of a mother.

" I . . . uh . . . " he started off, " . . . wasn't expecting this. "

She laughed; it was a very musical laugh that he was familiar with. Before a wave of nostalgia slammed into him, she spoke again.

" Neither were the lot of us, love. "

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{ OOC : GOING TO TRY AND PICK UP TOMORROW . . . }​

{ DAY : 41 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 9, 2013 } • { LOCATION : DORM }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TIRED }​

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After that brief crossing in the hallway, Kallisti hadn't seen her cousin again.

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She sighed to herself as she walked away from the Heliocanthea. Today had been a safe day, which she was glad for. No fights, no arguments, she gave no one cross looks. She had stayed clean today. Hopefully, this could become a habit, become the way it used to be. Then again . . . With this game, she had her doubts.​

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She knew, though she didn't want to admit, that she was running out of time. There was only so long she had to do the summoning before Crestatia would kill her, but if she were honest, she was scared of the outcome. She knew that when it came, she would be calm and collected, but she liked to think that most people wouldn't fare well against a demon that held their lives.​

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I should have retrieved Miss Bronagh's number . . . she thought as she walked into the girls' dorms. This would be the first time in nearly a week that she would see Cristina.​

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When she walked into the room, Kallisti had been expecting to see her mute roommate on the bed, sketching something, but she was nowhere to be seen. It was a bit of a relief, because after being gone all of that time, the last thing she really felt like doing was explaining herself. Then again, Cristina being her roommate, she felt that the girl had . . . some right to know even a bit of why she was gone.​

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Would it be a good idea to tell her about the summoning? Perhaps, if she hadn't already told Harley and Bronagh.​

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She wondered what Madeline would have said about it. Would she and Temperance have wanted to help?​

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She shook her head and fought back the tiredness that overcame her as she stripped off her long, white stockings. She hated having to wear these things. The rest of her uniform came off, and she laid on her bed for a few minutes, only in her undergarments.​

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Her body felt disgusting, she felt disgusting. When the shivers and jolts came, she was off of her bed and showering, trying to wash away her shame. How awful.​

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After drying off and dressing once more, Kallisti climbed into bed and drifted off into sleep.​

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[ OOC : CAN'T POST MUCH TODAY, EITHER. ]​

[ DAY : 41 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 9, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : UNKNOWN ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS//WHAT THE FUCK ]​

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Harley wasn't a claustrophobic guy, but this being stuck in between two of these guys ( who match his height ) was pretty fucking ridiculous, and his patience was really running thin. There wasn't much he could do though, because these guys had guns and he didn't want to gamble away his life today like he usually would.

Where they hell were they taking him, anyway? This whole damn setup was suspicious; the guys in the black suits, the black car with the tinted windows, the fact that they were heading north of Brookridge, up into the mountains . . . He wasn't scared, but why him?

Sure, he had been involved in a few . . . illicit activities, and he had been putting the beat down onto a lot of others, but he couldn't recall doing anything that was so out there it was crazy.

He sighed as the car came to a stop and the door opened. Robotically, the two men who shared the backseat with him stepped out onto a cobblestone road. Laying in front of him was a large, imposing mansion. He raised an eyebrow at it as he felt his captors ( well, they weren't really captors, but still ) come to stand behind him.

" She will be waiting inside. " came one of the men's voices. Who would be waiting inside? Ah, damn, why did it have to be a woman?

Without protest, he was escorted inside. The guys didn't seem to keen on answering any of his questions and so his automatic reaction was to become annoying to them, but he wanted to see what this was all about.

Quietly, he was led up a set of stairs. Their footsteps echoed heavily throughout the mansion, and he wondered who it was that lived here. Surely no one that he knew, right? What did they want with him, anyway? Dear god, he hoped it wasn't a scorned lover. Those were the worst kinds, and frankly, he wouldn't put it past some of those girls.

The four of them stopped in front of a set of double doors that were intricately designed.

The room he stepped into was dark, and the only source of light was coming from the large window that sat behind a desk. The light was strong enough to make Harley cover up his eyes a bit. In front of the window stood a woman who was definitely shorter than he was, and it almost confirmed his suspicions.

That was, until she spoke.

" Hello, Harley, " she said in a very elegant tone, her British accent calm and worthy of the Queen herself, " How lovely it is to see you again. You've grown into a fine, young man. "

Oh.

Dear god.

It wasn't.

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Okay, so I posted this image on another forum and I told them to guess my age.

Most of them said 14 to 17.

. . . I'm actually 19. HAHAHA. How awful.

Sonny, I've been around these parts before your username was even thought of. *shakes fist*

Damn young whippersnappers . . .

*looks at 2007/2008 members* loooool

Yeah 3X by Allstar Weekened

*sobs grossly * What is going ooooooon? (ノдヽ)

I have to agree with your teacher. At the very least, he's not an ugly man. ヽ（´ー｀）┌

NEW NPC: Mrs. Bayle - AP Physics Teacher

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : WON'T BE ABLE TO POST MUCH TODAY IF THERE'S NO INTERACTION }​

{ DAY : 40 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 9, 2013 } • { LOCATION : HALLWAYS }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SIGH }​

Kallisti was out of Harley's room faster than she cared to admit that morning. This was it - she could spend no more time with him because surely Crestatia was watching and was more than likely under the impression that they felt some sort of romantic feelings for each other. Not that she would mind him being killed because of this, but she'd rather not die for the same reason.

She decided that the only outfit she would wear today was her school uniform, and she was hoping that she wouldn't ruin it, but that really depended on the incompetence around her.

It was personally decided that she couldn't get into trouble anymore ( or not get caught, which is what had been happening ) because the first Brookridge Symphonic Orchestra concert of the term was coming up and the director ( who knew about her shenanigans ) threatened her with expulsion from the symphony if she didn't clean her act up.

This was the one thing that worried her most. At her side, she clutched the handle of her violin case.

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[ LOCATION : CLASSROOM // HALLWAYS]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : UH ? ]​

Harley sat in class with a bored look on his face as his physics teacher went on about the basics of the Quantum Theory.

Tonight was supposed to be the time when Kallisti tried to summon the demon, but he didn't really think that it was going to happen. She was still too scared about what might happen to her if she did. He would do it for her, but maybe this would be a good learning experience for her.

There was a knock on the classroom door, but Harley paid no attention as the teacher called for the visitor to come in.

He sighed; things were a bit boring as of late, but maybe that was a good thing. No one was dying, and pretty much everyone he had a sliver of care for was alive. Still, he should visit them while he could because with all of this down time, he had a feeling that something was going to happen soon.

Before he could line up another set of thoughts, his name was called and he found that all of the other students were looking at him.

" Mr. Jackson, I would much appreciate it if you paid attention, " started Mrs. Bayle, and Harley raised an eyebrow while he looked at the person next to her, " This man is here for you, "

. . . A man in a black suit. Well, this wasn't typical at all. Harley stood up from his desk and grabbed his bag since he assumed wouldn't be returning. He felt like things with these mysterious people were going to come to a head soon and sighed again.

" Nice to meet you, K, " Harley said as soon as he was escorted out of the room, " What did I do this time? "

The man didn't answer.

Other students in the hall watched him walk with the man, and he just happened to pass his cousin who gave him a strange look, but he shook his head and motioned for her to keep walking. There was obviously something up here, and he didn't want this guy to recognize her if he didn't have to.

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[ DAY : 40 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 8, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : GROUNDS//DORM ROOM]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : ANNOYED//DANGEROUS ]​

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" Harley! " Kallisti exclaimed behind him, more in a chiding in his direction rather than worry for the body that just fell to the snowy ground.

Ignoring her, he glared lethally down at the person below him, " You shouldn't have done that. " he deliberated with a shortness. He raised his leg and was about to slam his foot down onto the person when his body was tackled and was laying in the cold, thick snow with a warmth on top of him.

" Stop this, you idiot, " his cousin growled into his chest, struggling to get up.

Over her shoulder and back, he watched with his glare still in place as the boy of much larger build than himself staggered to his feet and then scurried off. With a click of his tongue, Harley made one smooth movement to stand and sweep Kallisti into his arms as she banged against his chest in protest. As he began to walk, he found that she calmed and that his mind was going other places.

She hadn't summoned Crestatia yet, and half of him hoped that she would never try it. The other half did because it would be useful for her to gather information from the source of all of their issues themselves.

On another note, that guy hadn't been a student - not one that Harley had seen around the grounds anyway, and he prided himself a bit on knowing all of the faces of the students. He wasn't the only one, either. There had been others, too, and Harley had seen a few in the library. Who could they be? Undercover cops? For what? Things around the school were starting to get strange and he was constantly on guard as of recent.

Another thing . . . Lorinda hadn't bothered him at all - not that he wasn't glad for that, but it was strange. She used to send him a daily text message, just to irk him or check on him, but since he had gotten trapped in the library three days ago, there had been nothing. And he was sure it wasn't because there was no reception in the library.

He walked into the dorms for the first time in what felt like forever. The library hadn't been so bad, but it would be nice to sleep in his own bed again.

As he turned down the hall, he realized that Kallisti was awfully quiet in his arms, and he looked down at her. Oh, she was asleep. He didn't stop to check on her, but continued to his room. They had been sleeping together these last three nights; one more wouldn't hurt.

When he walked out of the elevator to the fifth floor of the dorm, he saw someone running away from one of the rooms - one that just so happened to be his. The pace of his footsteps quickened and he opened the door, expecting to find it in ruins like the last time someone had intruded, but there was nothing.

After setting Kallisti on his bed, he made rounds of the floor, but could find no one out of place. He returned to his dorm, defeated, and began to change into his night clothing. As he changed Kallisti into one of his shirts, he found that there was a note on his nightstand that had gone unnoticed. With a raised eyebrow, he read what it said.

You're going to tell her before you both die, right?

Harley narrowed his eyes at the note, and thoroughly scanned his room. Harley Jackson watched people - he wasn't the one who got watched, but it seemed that this time . . . someone had their eye on him, and Kallisti.

Before he settled himself into bed, he secured all of his windows and door, making sure that no one was getting in without him noticing it. He was a relatively light sleeper, so if someone came in, he would know for sure.

With a sigh, he tucked himself and Kallisti in, and fell asleep.

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{ OOC : STILL WATCHING HARRY POTTER, WOO. }​

{ DAY : 40 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 8, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SATISFIED }​

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It wasn't difficult to see that Bronagh was uncomfortable with the idea, and although it annoyed her, Kallisti didn't really blame her. To be possessed by a demon, especially one who was set to kill them all, was a rather unnerving, somewhat terrifying prospect.

In truth, a rumor was not worth equal to becoming a vessel, but there seemed to be little danger for Bronagh. The people who had been taken over by Crestatia had not died in the process, and Kallisti would have been the first, had Altair not saved her that day in the auditorium. The person who was truly in trouble if this summoning did happen was Kallisti herself.

" As it stands, " she began, " You are in little danger if she indeed uses your body. I am only going to use you to speak to her, so her focus will be on me, seeing as she is anxious to have my life. "

" Alright . . . " the other began with an unsteady tone, " I'll do it . . . " Kallisti almost let herself smile, until the girl continued, " But, may I ask that you tell me what she says afterwards? Y - You don't have to . . . "

Hmm . . . Well, truth be told, although she didn't want to admit it, that did seem like a rather fair trade. There could be some very useful information for the game that she could use, and since she was using Bronagh, it seemed only fair. There was little to lose in this prospect, so Kallisti nodded.

" Yes, that sounds like a fair trade. " she replied, turning away from the girl in the wheelchair. " I will let you have the rest of the day, since doing it tonight would be stress added to your nerves. Perhaps you will become more comfortable with the idea in time. " she explained, walking off, " Perhaps tomorrow. Do rest well, until then. "

Neither of them had spoken about the red lights, and in honesty, Kallisti had forgotten about them. She wondered what they were? It seemed a bit ominous, and they did seem to be coming from nowhere.

For how much longer would they be trapped in this library? Looking out the window, it seemed that the storm had passed, but there was a lot of snow that would need plowing in order for them to be free.

She liked the library; it would be a shame for it to become the site of her death.

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{ OOC : AAAAAH, SORRY MAKAZE }​

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{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SKEPTICAL }​

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xxxxxxLittle Quin only wishes to be alive and to stay . . .​

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She listened as the other girl properly explained herself. Kallisti had never really seen herself as the forgiving type, and really, this situation didn't seem much different; she couldn't see herself forgiving Bronagh, regardless of how sincere she was in her apology. Then again, she wasn't going to hate the girl either; rather, she would make a bit of use of her.

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Kallisti smiled at this; oh, did she now? How convenient that was.​

" Well, I think you've proven yourself apologetic. " Kallisti said with a slight undertone of annoyance. If she was going to be sorry, at least let it be with a bit of dignity. She sighed to herself, trying to remember that not everyone could stand as she did in mind.​

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" Yes, well, as it happens, " she began once more, less speed in her words, " There is something that I could have your use for. There's no particular person that I know less enough of to ask them, us being slightly more acquainted . . . " she explained, " For a while now, I have been planning to summon Crestatia. I have no idea when, but soon is when I hope to do it, for I am running out of time. "​

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Another sigh, more deliberate this time, calmed her and she continued, " Let it be noted that Crestatia can not appear without a vessel, and for one to summon her, the body cannot be that of themselves. There are . . . others that I could have asked for this, but they seem to - well. And as seeing as you have a favor to me, I am going to ask you. You don't have to, of course, as being possessed by a demon is frightening, and I ought to know that, as she once had my body as well, but seeing as there is no one else for me to ask, I am asking you. "​

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This thread is. Pretty much. One-half ass-kissery. One-half rebellion.

> Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
> Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time

. . . Sure, why not.

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{ OOC : * CONTINUES HARRY POTTER MARATHON * * ROLLS *}​

{ DAY : 40 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 8, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }​

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Kallisti had spent most of her morning searching for books on the occult and demons. It felt silly for her to do so, and she didn't really believe that any of them would help, seeing as they were written by humans.​

How silly it was that humans wrote of something that the had no real knowledge about. ​

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Crestatia was a demon, sure, and perhaps a witch of sorts as well, but it probably wasn't as the words on the page said; a blood sacrifice, a pentagram? It almost made her want to laugh. What would these other people say if they were in her situation? Up until now, she had been handling things quite well, albeit her mental meltdowns had become increasingly often lately.​

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" Crestatia, Crestatia, Crestatia . . . " she murmured to herself, " How will I make you appear to me . . . ? "​

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It was a bit stressful, not knowing any sure method. She wasn't even sure what she would do when and if she was able to summon her; questions, sure, but who was to say that she wouldn't die before she could get anything done?​

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Kallisti looked up and spotted a bright, red light. Blinking a few times, she thought that it might just be a trick of the light, but it was still there when she had managed to clear her sight, " What is that . . . ? " she asked, a few students in passing looked at her.​

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" I'm fine, but . . . Do you see that? " Although it was faint, Kallisti heard the voice and recognized it; Bronagh. ​

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Ignoring the lights for just a moment, she began to wonder if Bronagh would help her with something . . . After the whole spread e-mail happening, she felt that she was owed a bit of a favor. ​

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Crestatia couldn't appear without a vessel - or at least, that was what she thought. All of the other times, she had possessed one of them, like Anthony or Altair. She had been possessed, too, but that was her first brush with death, and she had been saved. It Crestatia couldn't appear on her own, with no human body to occupy, then Kallisti wondered it Bronagh would be willing to help her out a little . . . as a vessel.​

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It was a large order, but Kallisti didn't really care for Bronagh's well-being, and she would definitely scratch any hostility that she held against the girl for what had happened before. ​

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The lights caught her attention once more as she searched for the girl in the wheelchair; what were they? Very odd . . . She had a bad feeling about them, and wondered if Harley was able to see them, too.​

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" Miss Bronagh, hello, " she said, slightly distracted, " I do hope I am not the only one seeing these . . . lights. I wonder what they are? " There was another girl with Bronagh, but Kallisti paid little attention to her, " I have a . . . bit of a favor to ask of you. "​

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