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[/url]❝ACK...IT'S BEEN A WHILE. I WASN'T SURE I WOULD BE ABLE TO VISIT YOU ALL BEFORE MY TIME HERE EXPIRED. HAVE YOU MISSED ME? HAHA.❞

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❝SO MANY NEW FACES! HOW FUN! LET'S SEE...❞

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How pathetic of her. At least she was trying. She gazed up at the room of people. Why weren't they saying anything? Too scared, maybe? Nothing had happened, so what was there to be afraid of? They needed as much help as they could ge--...

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❝Crestatia seems to have something against another being known as Analynne...❞​

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Huh. That was weird. The rest of Harley's sentence was drowned out somehow. It felt like she had suddenly been dunked under water; her vision going hazy and Maybe this was a side effect of one of the pills she had taken? She hadn't gone over her usual dosage or taken anything else...she hadn't even gotten anything to eat or drink while here, so...

Then the pain hit. She gripped the side of the table to try and stable herself, but it wasn't working out so well. There was a nausea in her stomach and an intensifying burning sensation in the center of her chest. She managed to force out a small groan--which was meant to be a 'help' directed at Bernadette-- before the world seemed to flip and her body collapsed off of the chair and onto the ground. ​

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He lifted his fingers to his temples and massaged them slowly. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to hide the annoyance on his face. So far he hadn't heard anything new...Not that very many people were contributing to the discussion at all. No wonder they were dropping like flies. There had to be a way to beat this thing alone.

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❝Well, for starters...❞​

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Ah, there we go. Theodore listened carefully, trusting that anything untrue would be corrected by one of the other's at the meeting. It was honestly a bit difficult to process...Not totally far-fetched though, especially with his upbringing. He had seen some fantastical things here at Antilum. Nothing quite as...supernatural, though. ​

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❝...I see. Interesting...My condolences.❞​

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Another deep breath. ​

❝And Analynne? A being? Meaning another demon?❞​

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❝So what exactly...is your goal here? Or do you want this to be a team effort?❞

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A shiver ran down her spine and she turned her gaze down to the table, dejected. Team. She certainly hoped not, because her being apart of a team would cause everything to go to hell. ...Her head hurt.​

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❝Well, first of all...Can someone please explain to me who 'C' is? I've not had a direct encounter...Nor has anything that out of the ordinary happened until the Bellhurst kids arrived. I need to know who C is, what C is. I would also like to know what's happened up to this point for some of you. If you have something to share, please share it. I would also like to look at these rules, so if any of you have...broken them and survived, please tell. If you know of anyone who has broken them and died, explain that too.❞​

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The problem for her was trying to figure out which part of the events that had happened were C and which had nothing to do with this game. Honestly, her delusions probably had nothing to do with anyone but herself. Maybe Crestatia had triggered more crazy in her, but that was just the stress of the situation. The hallucinations and personality changes within her were already there--Crestatia just triggered them...Maybe. ​

❝Crestatia,❞ Her voice was small so she took a moment to clear her throat and correct it. ❝...She's a demon. She has powers and...Um.❞​

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This sounded ridiculous. It was probably best to let someone else explain things. Theodore looked annoyed with her trailing off so she shrunk further into her seat. To be completely honest, it didn't feel like she knew that much about the demon either. ​

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Theodore let the door shut and took a seat himself and shook off any remaining nervousness. He took a few moments to gaze at the faces around the table before straightening his back and fidgeting with his fingers underneath the table.

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❝So what exactly...is your goal here? Or do you want this to be a team effort?❞

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That was a good question. Smart, smart Harley.​

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❝Well, first of all...Can someone please explain to me who 'C' is? I've not had a direct encounter...Nor has anything that out of the ordinary happened until the Bellhurst kids arrived. I need to know who C is, what C is. I would also like to know what's happened up to this point for some of you. If you have something to share, please share it. I would also like to look at these rules, so if any of you have...broken them and survived, please tell. If you know of anyone who has broken them and died, explain that too.❞​

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❝Hey there, pretty amazing place we've been invited to.❞

Nora lifted her eves to see a boy with ... ridiculously gorgeous hair smiling at her. Timidly, she smiled back. It had taken a lot of effort not to jump at the interaction. Her heart beat quickened just a bit but she swallowed the strange feeling down.​

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❝Mhm! It's a bit overwhelming, haha...❞​

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It was true. Everything about this place screamed luxury. Theodore hadn't been exaggerating at all. Her fingertips lifted to shyly brush some bangs from her face. Before she could say anything else, or properly introduce herself, Theodore spoke. ​

❝I do hope that you've all been enjoying yourselves thus far. However, I believe we should get started on this meeting if we're to finish before midnight. If you would all please follow me to the conference room...❞

She pressed her lips together nervously and tried to shake the feeling of dread off before following the rather small group into the meeting room. When she spotted Bernadette, the feeling of dread lifted away just a bit more and she found herself weaving through the people to poke the girl's shoulder playfully.

❝Bernie! I didn't know if you would come. I'm happy to--...see you.❞

The host of the party shot her a glare and she went quiet right after finishing her sentence. Apparently now wasn't the time to be socializing. Eleanora scurried hurriedly to a seat. ​

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❝Vanille. Pretty name.❞​

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❝Do...You like my mask? I made it a long time ago...I like making masks.❞​

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What an odd thing to ask. He took a better look at the black and white mask covering her face, wondering if she was deformed or something underneath. It was a pretty nicely made thing, if she had really done it herself. How well crafted it was didn't take away from the creepiness, though. Despite that, he gave her a genuine smile. ​

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❝It is very well made. Fantastic job.❞​

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He was about to ask her if she normally wore a mask and why that was but he realized time was winding down and the day was nearing an end. He had rooms for his guests to stay in if they had to, but he really wanted to get this meeting out of the way. He bowed his head politely to excuse himself from Vanille and stepped back towards the television and fireplace. His fingers dragged down a digital slider embedded in the wall after tapping in a pass code, and the music faded down.​

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❝I do hope that you've all been enjoying yourselves thus far. However, I believe we should get started on this meeting if we're to finish before midnight. If you would all please follow me to the conference room...❞​

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His muscles were tense. He was in serious need of a massage, all of this stress. How did anyone live their lives doing this all of the time? It was exhausting and obnoxious and it put him in an overall sour mood. He had to concentrate just to keep a glare off of his face as he descended past the bar and down a hall way. He typed in yet another pass code and opened up the conference room area, holding the door open and allowing the group to take a seat. ​

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Cookie after cookie after cookie...He must have looked like a pig... but he needed this. Food was his go-to. Though, usually, it would bring him more comfort to cook than to eat. His father wouldn't let him into the kitchen. Naturally, he wouldn't let him do anything that brought him joy. So instead, here he was practically drinking up the chocolate fountain. His fingers were getting sticky and there were a few crumbs on his tux...He was just too deeply in a daze to notice (that or Elliot's freak out).

He nodded and gave a short smile to everyone new who joined them, finding himself somewhat pleased with the turn out...Though he partially regretted going all out for a bunch of children. It couldn't be helped. ​

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❝Hello.❞​

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Sweet god almighty. He visibly flinched and his dark eyebrows creased as he swiveled around to put a face to the sudden voice. There was a little girl with dark hair, a plate of strawberries and a mask possible peering up at him. He muttered a swear under his breath and took a calming breath of warm air, forcing his facial muscles to relax. ​

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❝Uh...Hello.❞​

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His voice was clearly apprehensive. Before he flashed a smiled, he ran his tongue over his teeth and sighed lowly. His fingers reached up to dust cookie crumbs away from his collar. ​

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❝Nice to meet you, ...?❞​

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He waited for her to reveal her name, trying not to feel too uneasy about the fact that she was wearing a mask. That paired with the rich tone of her skin...Tsk. He would have to keep a watchful eye on her. He did not feel like being stolen from today. Dr. Timothy would never let it go. ​

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Antilum was terrifyingly intimidating. As soon as she arrived, she was immediately offered a beverage and practically whisked away through the quiet lobby and along a carpeted sky-bridge. She had a twisting knot in her stomach during the elevator ride. Being in a circular pod...thing...was nerve-wracking somehow.

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She suddenly felt very self conscious, too. Her hair was up in a high bun with loose curls to the sides of her face, and she had decided to wear one of the 'fanciest' outfits she had purchased with her new funds. Had it been just a few months ago, this experience would have been entirely different. Luckily, she had remembered to take her medication before leaving so nothing weird should happen.

If she were honest, it did bring her a bit of pain to be without her old companions. Sometimes she really missed the 'magic' (or, the crazy) in her life. Everything was much more fantastical and interesting with magic.

Sigh.

The 25th floor was actually rather empty looking. The hall lights were dimmed; old portraits of strangers were plastered onto the walls...There were a few plants marking the beginning and the end of the hall, from what she could see, and a tall window at the end. Honestly, she had begun to feel a little over dressed. That is, until the butler opened the door to the lounge.

Muffled bass she had managed to tune out before came to life. Her breath caught in her throat as she took a nervous look around. First thing she noticed were people, naturally. Then she took in everything else from the table of food to the tall window with the moonlight pouring in... She barely even noticed when someone came up and took her coat from her. Instead, she just sort of stood near the entrance frozen like a rabbit. ​

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Now, of course, she didn't feel good enough to be here at all. ​

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With a flex of his finger, he switched the television off. A soft buzzing from the doorway alerted him that the guests were arriving. The comfort he had with Elliot would not be carried over. Despite contrary belief, Theodore was not the socialite his father was. This was simply imitation. Personality had become an enormous asset in America's recent years. Dr. Timothy made sure he knew that. Even if he loathed every single one of these kids (though he didn't), not a trace of that hatred should slip out. No, everything dark should remain locked up inside. Tonight, he was an actor.

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❝Hey, nice place you've got here. You sure you want C to destroy it?❞​

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He pulled himself off of the couch and walked around to greet the familiar voice. Though he made sure to force out a friendly chuckle, Theodore found himself actually quite pleased with the idea of Antilum being destroyed. It was a glorious facility--and his father didn't deserve it. Terrible things had happened here. ​

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❝Nice to see you again, Harley! I'm hoping this get together will prove effective in stopping C, not encouraging her.❞​

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He smiled both at him and the young lady to the side of him. ​

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❝W-would C...No...Wait...Hello.❞​

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Ah, so easily flustered. Theodore raised an arm to Elliot's shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze before placing his hands into the pockets of his suit casually. He raised his voice to be a bit louder, making eye contact with the young dark haired girl who just entered, and then he introduced himself to the two boys who joined next. ​

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❝Well, welcome to you all so far. Enjoy your stay and feel free to unwind for now. I hope to begin the meeting when more people arrive. Help yourselves to anything.❞
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This was already becoming exhausting. Another disappointment happened to be the age range. It seemed that everyone was relatively young. Both sad and disturbing. ​

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He quietly dismissed himself and made his way over to the food table, fixing a small plate of white chocolate chip cookies, which he proceeded to dip into the chocolate fountain and snack on while he waited for more 'victims' to arrive. ​

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The next morning was spent busily preparing all he had promised. He quickly replied to Bernadette, alerting her that once arriving in the main lobby, there would be a guard that would lead them to a lounge in Sector B.

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When Elliot arrived, Theodore greeted him and they finished setting everything up together. His friend was not too keen on the idea of alcohol, but Theo only shrugged it off. He wanted as many people to come as possible. Stereotypical teens would be stereotypical teens and some people may be drawn to the idea of having a little bit of fun while all together.
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When they were finished, he took a seat on one of the couches and turned on the television until his guests began to arrive. ​

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Hey, do you mind if I time skip to Theo's party in the RP? o: Saxima is cool with it.

Hey, I'll be finishing your request today. Just letting you know. I've had some family stuff going on so haven't been around that much. Sigh.~...