❝ABOUT TIME.❞ [/url] This body was too small for the Demoness' liking, but at least it was fully functional. Vanille's eyes snapped open and she immediately stood. Glazed, ruby-hued irises took in all of the faces around her before closing again. She wobbled, as though hanging from a string, and a second or two later, the young body fell back onto the floor of the conference room, limp. "How UNFORTUNATE." A whispery, agitated voice slipped from between her lips and after a few moments of unintelligent muttering, Vanille's head snapped to the side. Her knees bent and she pulled herself upward, rather awkwardly, lips forming a clear frown. She cleared her throat and then sat back down. "I can't stay for LONG because you MESSED UP. What do you WANT?" As she spoke, her speech became rather garbled. Vanille's head fell down until her chin rested against her chest. She groaned again, and lifted her face. "Hurry up, HUMANS." x x x x x x xx
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【WEARING• LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 ❝I think we should try to scrap the no romance rule. From there we can move onto bigger things, but...❞ How was that NOT a big rule?! Madeline felt her heart beating quickly. This was bad. She didn't like this, but voicing that hesitancy would make things worse. She lifted her eyes, grazing them over Thomas and Quin and...John. Then she nibbled quietly at her bottom lip for a moment. Somehow, it felt like the no romance rule was ... actually helping. No one had to really think about their feelings in a decisive way, because you couldn't act on them anyhow. Removing that limit... " What exactly do you think Crestatia would want in exchanged for something so . . . major? . . .Madeline says no blood sacrifices, but would she really want something of material value? . . .Or would she want one of us? Haha, I doubt that this would just be let deal-free . . . " It was the first time she had heard the girl's voice in a long while. Madeline kept her face buried in her arms and tried to remain calm and steady. "I put my vote with the dark haired guy. Scrap the no romance as a test and since no blood is a valid reason. We should listen to Maddy and put up something like John's rosary. And since he clearly won't let that go, and I don't have my first camera or any pictures with me...who has something of sentimental value on them? Or at least something that's hard to part with." She was thinking about answering when; "Now, we just need to decide what to offer her. Equivalent exchange is key. If we wish to remove one of the more major rules, then we need to offer something just as good. I do not believe Crestatia will be swayed with our money and jewels, so you may all quit covering your things. What if we traded rules? We ask her to remove the no romance in exchange for a new rule?" A new rule? It was clever, but...Finally, she lifted her head. "What exactly makes you think Crestatia will want us deciding what she'll trade in return? I mean, she clearly has the upper hand here...Why would we tell her what we want, instead of the other way around? Sounds like a death wish...Would it not be best to tell her what we'd like and ask what she would like in return?"
[/url] ___ ______ Things were progressing a little bit, but now they were stumped on what to ask for--which was ridiculous. Theodore had originally not wanted to be the one to pick what to ask for, but if no one else had a suggestion, there was something he thought would be a perfect test. He cleared his throat and drummed his fingers against the table for a moment, compiling his words. ❝I think, maybe, we should start small by trying to make a deal to change one rule...One of the bigger ones,❞ He took a moment to really think about it. What was the most obnoxious rule he could remember? ...Ah, there it was. ❝I think we should try to scrap the no romance rule. From there we can move onto bigger things, but...❞ Oh, the sudden sexual tension in here was suffocating, but everything was quiet. Theodore slouched in his chair and shrugged. At least he was trying.
【WEARING• LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】❝If no one has any ideas on how to summon, I'm just gonna cut myself and draw blood, then chant some pretty words, and we'll see what happens! Well?❞ Madeline's heated gaze turned to the energetic girl. She took a calming inhale. The girl sounded young, so going full on ***** mode would be...mean. Besides, she didn't want to risk getting kicked out by Theodore. "...Are we just going to completely ignore what I just said? I mean, granted, I'm not the goddess of summoning or anything like that, but I would think we would at least like to attempt the least violent method of summoning first. Unless you want to cut your hand open, and you're into that." She couldn't help it. The agitation and sarcasm was thick in her voice. She hated being ignored. She hated it. Hated it, hated it, hated it. She'd have to remember to dislike this mask girl, or at least note her incompetent. "Vanille, that sounds like a terrible idea. It probably seems silly to everyone else, but I brought my things with. I just need to fetch my purse from whomever took my things when we entered. We need to be very precise in whatever we say to Crestatia, and we still have not decided what we want to say to her--what we will trade or ask for. If we are making a deal, we need to know what the deal will be first. So yes, Mister Jackson, we will get it moving, as soon as we decide what we are moving." She sighed, plopping her face down into her arms.
【WEARING• LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 "Whore. I suggest you watch what you say. And that's all I even have to say to you. Besides, when the Huntress killed that girl, did the demoness not come out? I don't remember you giving her a damn candle and seeing her accept it now did I?" Anger flared up inside of her like the red hot sun. How dare he! She had the mind to crawl over the table and punch him in the face. She wasn't afraid to fight a man, let alone a hypocritical emo jerk who...Um. ...She turned her head to stop herself from smiling. She was being silly. Aah, she didn't know very much about this kid, huh? But he was clearly hung up over whoever this Eleanora girl was. Thomas had stood to defend her, but was shut down instantly. Cute. When she finally found the mind to retaliate, Theodore basically told them to shut up and the conversation continued. "So, what, two people are summoning? Or...?"
why would i talk to you, when i've got 32--whoo!--my shiny teeth and me
[/url] ___ ______ Vanille volunteered for the summoning and Theodore smiled. So cute. What made the little ethnic girl think she was suitable for summoning Crestatia? She was a baby, and she definitely didn't look like a person with a strong sense of spirituality. She was definitely intelligent, no doubt about that, but... ❝Theodore, I can see you stealing glances at me. If you wish to speak, do so.❞ Whoa there. He decided not to say anything on that, instead turning his head away and staring towards to door of the conference room. This was not the place nor the time to have a discussion with Marina about her distance. But apparently being considerate warranted being snapped at. Eek. Maybe she was on her period. ❝I will do it as well. Vanille, you said that the last time everyone was here, Mister Jackson summoned Analynne just by saying her name in front of the vessel girl, correct? Clearly that is not the case for Crestatia since she appears to just occupy whomever she wishes, whenever she wishes. Anthony filled me in on quite a bit of the occurrings that took place before he passed...Whatever happened to that girl?❞ Theodore didn't know what girl they were talking about.
Update:Obviously, we went back to the present.NOW ALIVE!! Temperance Madeline Thomas Quin Marina Ben Casey Laurence John I may be missing someone, please tell me if I am. WHAT NOW?Things go on normally. Don't confuse yourself, it is really not that bad. Main setting is Theodore's party. You can decide not to go, but I'll be nice and warn you that going will end up less tedious for you in the end. If you have any questions, ask. Basically, we're playing it out as if we went through everything normally. We did not 'jump' back to Theodore's party, we're just time skipping, so things up until that point happened. However, make sure nothing BIG happened that would effect everyone. Basically all that happened from then to now = Bellhurst kids went to BAE and some people died. That's basically it. Don't over complicate it for yourself. Things were obviously affected by the 'time traveling', but those things should be obvious and noted. If you have something important to share about a change of your character's or something, please do so here. Thnx.
[/url] ___ ______ Someone spiritual, huh? Theodore's eyes traveled down the table to the quiet Marina. She was the first person he had thought of to do something like this, but upon getting a good look at her now, he wasn't so sure. She was not as...vibrant as she had been before. Not at all. It was discouraging. They had to to be at their best for this. He would have to check on her after this meeting. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to mask his exasperation. The blonde hot heads were arguing. He groaned.❝Cut it out, children. ...Back to the matter at hand. Anyone up for summoning?❞He glanced at Marina again, but he wasn't entirely close-minded to someone else trying. He didn't know all of them too well. Maybe there was another candidate?
【WEARING• LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 "Basically, we should kill a cat. Because times wasting enough as it is. I would like to be alive in the next fifty-five days, after all. Antilum boy, you have extra things we can 'sacrifice' right?" Before Theodore could answer, Madeline rolled her eyes and glared. Kill a cat. HAH. What memories. She fucking hated cats. "I just said no blood sacrifices, idiot. What I mean by an offering is something like candles, coins, jewelry...something precious to you. Maybe that rosary of yours." She nodded towards it.
【WEARING• LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 "She's right, we need to have some kind of plan. Having no plan always ends up making a bigger mess then the one started by one single person. We don't want Brookridge to be covered in a avalanche of snow or something like that. So before we summon an nearly unpredictable entity, we should be smart about this." Thomas spoke and Madeline cast her eyes down again, playing with the sheer fabric of her dress and crossing her ankles under the table. "Even if we do make the plan and all that crap. Who or what will we give her to make her even consider the deal? We make it, then what? We have nothing to bind her to her word. We say it wrong, and she makes frogs rain from the sky because that's the context we took it in. If we do anything with her then we need to make sure she'll do what we say. And that what she takes is so minimal that it won't even matter that it's gone." She hadn't even noticed John. How long had it been? She shuddered and resisted the urge to just face plant the table to the side of her. They were both just basically recycling what had already been said, though. No help. No progression. This is what always seemed to happen between the 100 Days kids. Uselessness. "Does anyone even know how to bring her out?" Oh. Madeline lifted her chin, making eye contact with John before diverting her gaze to Theodore instead, as if he had asked the question. God, she was so jittery tonight. "A while ago, while at Bellhurst, I did some research. It was right before the flood. I was looking up how to summon a demon, and... In addition to that research, I used to be pretty into these things myself." Not too long ago admitting that would have never been possible for her. Now it didn't feel so ridiculous. "Um... Contrary to popular belief, it seems rather simple. It's a matter of intense mediation. Not everyone can do it, either. You should have an offering and...open be able to open your 'spirit' up. So, a spiritual person would have the most luck. Someone open to that. There are other ways, like with blood sacrifices and silly chants, but I think trying it the simple way would be best for now. You have to take some time aside and invite the demon down. You should be respectful at all times. I am not exactly sure if it would work the same with with Crestatia, but...Yeah."
[/url] ___ ______ Ah, right. They couldn't be reckless, could they? He settled his chin on top of his fingers on the desk, elbows propped up. Before voicing his own opinion again, he decided to wait for someone else to speak. Though, as he thought about it, he wondered just how much freedom they WOULD have with deals. It was called a deal for a reason, after all. Crestatia would want something in return. He also found himself distrusting them. Somehow, he doubted that they could all just summon Crestatia together and make a deal. They would probably need a representative. Who's to say that whoever was chosen wouldn't throw in something like...He didn't know, bringing someone back from the dead? Or making themselves rich or something? He figured the more selfish the 'wish' or whatever was, the worse consequences. Could anyone really be trusted to make a deal beneficial to all of them equally? Was that even the point? Maybe the point of the game was to be selfish...no, that didn't make any sense. God! It was do them some good to know what true existence was like. What kind of person would Crestatia be looking for?
【WEARING• LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 Madeline crinkled her nose and turned her chair slightly to the side so that she could see Theodore more clearly. He seemed different tonight. Different from when they were out of the lobby, at least, and she could tell that despite how sharp he was being, he was nervous. He didn't seem like a dark person to her, exactly, but he definitely wasn't a beam of light. This reminded her of something she had been forced to study at Bellhurst. The journey of the 'reluctant hero'. Theodore had a triple dosage of reluctant. She commended him for being an asshole. Funny how he was acting like he was above it though. She didn't see him trying to summon Crestatia. Madeline wasn't afraid of the Demoness, not really, but summoning her seemed set up to backfire, and she didn't know how to do it anyway. When he was finally through basically venting awkwardly at them, Madeline sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He asked them for their thoughts. What was she supposed to say?...Nah, fuck the coy act. "I think someone should try and summon the demon...I agree that it seems like the most logical way to do something about this, but...What are we even trying to do, really? If we end the game, don't we just...not exist? Is that really something to work towards? Before trying to make a deal, maybe we should come up with a plan. Ideally, how would we like this to be? Think about it...If we do in fact have the power to change things, what would we change them to?" They had to be smart about it. Madeline didn't want to come across as power hungry, but it was interesting to think about having the ability to change the world they lived in. Very interesting...
[/url] ___ ______ Theodore waited, but then found himself annoyingly exasperated. If they wanted to stay in the lobby all night, fine. He let the door shut and took a seat himself, shaking off any remaining nervousness. He took a few moments to gaze at the faces around the basically empty table with a scowl before straightening his back and fidgeting with his fingers. Ever since that meeting at Marina's, Theodore's patience had dissolved into almost nothing. He liked progress, and had lived most of his life up until now witnessing results without having to even try for them. That's why this was all very frustrating. He was not a leader, he did not think. He did not like to lead. He did not like to talk. He did not like to be the center of attention. He was introverted. He wanted to write poetry and read books and open his world up to someone special someday--only that some one special. He did not want children. He just wanted a quiet cottage in a gorgeous place with someone to love. This was not his cup of tea. He hated this. He hated this game and everyone here. He only cared for Elliot, but lately Elliot was being ... uninterested and distant. He didn't know why, but he knew that he didn't have a close friend in this game or maybe in the world, and his only hope truly experiencing that was to win this stupid, annoying, redundant game. Rhia had told him winning was easy. Maybe you had to be selfish, but he at least wanted to try to bring everyone together. If there were all idiots with it, then in the end he'd say forget it and try to win on his own. Even if he had to kill everyone in this room. It would be easy with Antilum backing him. He went pale. He didn't mean that, he got carried away. He wouldn't kill anyone. He...wouldn't do that.❝...Th-thank you all for attending tonight. I know that this must have been hard for some of you, considering...things. This meeting has a few purposes, the main one being to get everyone here on the same page...It is a shame that not everyone attended, but also understandable...❞He was rolled his eyes, taking a breath before continuing.❝I am...going to be frank with you all, now. Forgive me for this. Let us lay out what's obvious from both the 'time travelers' and the email. We are all pieces of a game constructed by a crazy demon who is looking for a winner. If we win, we come into true existence, and I'm assuming there's much more to true existence. If we die, we simply don't exist anymore. This game is set to finish in, what, fifty-five days now? I think. There are rules we must follow. Breaking the rules results in death, from what we've seen so far...Obviously the mechanics of this game are questionable, but we'll get into that later. ...I don't care about your doubts right now. Let's assume all of what I just said is indisputable fact, alright? Alright.❞❝These are all things that most of her have heard an annoying amount of times. I think we should all get over ourselves and just go with the crazy, meaning that if you have doubts--get over them. Forget about them. People are dying and we need to stop this. Has anyone tried to summon and make a deal with Crestatia? To be honest, that seems like the most plainly obvious key to getting some where with this whole thing, and the fact that no one has had the balls to try it is ridiculous. Assuming, once again, that we all choose to believe in this, we really don't have any time for anything else. We aren't even real. None of this is real. Devastating to think about, but that means school, work, even just hobbies ... they don't matter. They won't matter, until someone wins or changes this game. So stop wasting time.❞His fingers were shaking, so he clutched his hands together on the table.❝... Summoning, deals, time travel, declaration-power-giving, possession, body swapping, curses...all possible in this game. Oh, and other entities entering and tweaking things. So, based on all of that, what have any of us deliberately utilized so far? There have been so many twists and turns in this game and it is beyond clear--or should be--that there is more to this than just following the rules and trying not to die. If you're not thinking outside of the box by now then you are wrong and an idiot--sorry. Just. Something needs to be done. Something needs to change. What are your thoughts?❞Green eyes gazed around the table. Maybe he had been too blunt -- too harsh, but it seemed like that's what they needed. He was tired. He missed Rhia. He was sick of these stupid kids.
【WEARING!! • LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE • OOC】 It would be a lie to say that things up until this point had been mellow for Madeline. She was alive, and most of her thought that was a good thing, but things were different now. Things with Quin and Thomas had been...a little off. She felt tied up, and guilty for spending too much time with either of them now, so she spent most of her time alone. Minus the time she was forced into spending with Tempurpedic Mattress, considering they were rooming together at Brookridge. The biggest hit, she thought, was that she had finally made it back home only to find the place nearly completely empty. Her mother had moved out, it seemed. There were no notes left for her, or traces of her to be found. Luckily, her dresses and laptop were untouched down in the basement, and the flood didn't cause any major damage to any of them. Any and all documentation needing to be signed by a parent was forged. Madeline spent a good chunk of time searching for her mother before giving up with the move to Brookridge (which was a relatively good school, if you ignored the snake thing). It still hurt, though. It made her very angry at everyone and everything including herself, reversing what ever progress she was making with controlling her temper. She was more of a hot head than ever before. She had no time for the bullshit, none of them did. Reuben had texted her multiple times apologizing for the last time they had seen each other, but she knew it was in-genuine. He was just afraid that she'd go off and rat him out to the cops. She wouldn't do that, though. Reuben was all she had left. Him and her father, assuming he was still living. Both of her parents had become strangers to her. Without Reuben, she did not have any family. Theodore's invitation was a break from Temperance, who was being weird as hell lately, and an opportunity. No good seemed to befall them when they met. No good and no progress. Madeline would die tonight before she would let this be another fruitless, wasted meeting. And so she had gotten dressed up and prepared, arriving just as Theodore was leading them to the conference room. She took a seat on the right side of the table, near the windows and cast her eyes down as to not make deliberate eye contact with Thomas or anyone else.
( I think I'll move this to the Writer's Nook. It's not an RP, right? It looks like a story. Edit: Moved. Please let me know if there are any problems. c': )
HERE WE GOOOO!! DAY 45.2 January 13th, Sunday
[/url] Latest Tumblr Update | Wearing | OOC ❝You had a accident in the bathroom at the hot springs. I called the police and came with them.❞ An accident? An...accident... As she searched her memories, images flashed, but she couldn't piece it together. She went to pull herself further up in the bed and winced, her free hand--no, wrist, aching. Her heart started to beat even quicker and she decided not to look down, suddenly feeling a tremendous amount of anxiety. Now it was making a bit more sense. An accident...It wasn't an accident. There had been a voice...nudging her to... Aah, her head was spinning! Tch. Her eyes lifted to John's again and she blinked, causing the tears welling up to finally drop from her eyes and travel down her round cheeks. ❝Y-you saved me?❞ UNFORTUNATELY. NOT THAT IT MATTERS.Her voice was shaky, but her eyes remained fixed on his face--and on his multi-colored eyes. Lacing their fingers together tighter, Eleanora let the tears fall. She felt ashamed and like she had burdened him. She also felt scared. Scared at what had happened to her, what would happen to her--and what could happen to everyone else. She remembered now, things had gone differently before. TICK-TOCK, PRINCESS. A sense of urgency possessed her. Quickly, without looking, she removed her hand from his and started pulling the thin hospital blanket off of her body, surprised they had gone so long without an interruption from a nurse or a doctor. ❝There's n-nothing I can say or do to thank you...I am grateful. No, beyond grateful. I just can't...❞ She sniffled, body started to tremble with her small, stifled sobs. What was happening...? Nora began to slowly, carefully pull away the cords trailing from the machines she was hooked up to. ❝I can't believe you're here...I'm so happy you're alive! I'm just so happy to see you again...But I don't think I can stay, John. I don't think I'm meant to be here. I don't think I'm...I don't think I'm a part of this game, you know? I'm just here for a little bit...Everything is t-temporary, and I...❞ Oh no. HOW ANNOYING. HURRY IT UP.❝Thank you so much...I-I'm so sorry...But I'm still really happy I met you!❞ When she was finally free (as much as she could be), she twisted her body to wrap her arms tightly around the frowning boy at her bedside. The hug lasted much longer than they did on average, mostly because no moment really felt 'right' for letting him go. Her thoughts traveled to Bernadette, and even back to Cherno and Anthony. She nuzzled her face into John's neck and squeezed him closer, trembling and clinging as tightly as she could without hurting him or herself. ❝Good bye, John. I love you.❞
❝You had a accident in the bathroom at the hot springs. I called the police and came with them.❞ An accident? An...accident... As she searched her memories, images flashed, but she couldn't piece it together. She went to pull herself further up in the bed and winced, her free hand--no, wrist, aching. Her heart started to beat even quicker and she decided not to look down, suddenly feeling a tremendous amount of anxiety. Now it was making a bit more sense. An accident...It wasn't an accident. There had been a voice...nudging her to... Aah, her head was spinning!
