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There wasn't much so say at her rant so Elizabeth merely nodded through it. "Ah, no worries. I don't mind listening."

Then the change of topic struck her. Right...tomorrow was Christmas, wasn't it? Sighing and placing her hands in her face she felt defeated. "Damn...I forgot it was already here and I haven't bought anything for him yet..." This could very well end up being the first year since she could talk that she didn't make or buy Anthony a gift. That hurt. But, really, with everything it was no surprise the day slipped her mind. Not to mention she couldn't exactly go shopping before they moved to the dorms as she was hiding from the cops. But no excuses.

Moving her hands away from her face she took a deep breath. She can get someone on the way back, right? So carrying on... "So, as you can see, I don't really have plans... You going to get out of here in time to do something?"

 

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Ben moved through the room, the boy clinging to his arm. On either side of him was a pool of hot water. He reached a fork in the path, either left or right. The boy grabbed Ben's arm more tightly, his eyes wide with fright. He pointed towards the right, indicating direction he wanted to go. Ben surveyed either direction. On the left, he spotted a figure hidden in the fog.​

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Could that be...? Or it could be a trap... It wouldn't be unlikely, considering how movie-like these trials seemed. To stand out, they'd have to take risks, wouldn't they? On the other hand, the right could also be a trap. Ben considered his options for a moment, before swerving to his chosen direction.​

 

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❝I said I wanted to go xxx. You DIMWIT. What are you, retarded? Or deaf, maybe? Did you not hear me?! Are you ignoring me? xxx. xxx. xxx. I WANT TO GO xxx!! ❞​

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❝I said I wanted to go xxx. You DIMWIT. What are you, retarded? Or deaf, maybe? Did you not hear me?! Are you ignoring me? xxx. xxx. xxx. I WANT TO GO xxx!! ❞​

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||| The boy grabs onto your hand and with impossible strength drags you into the direction he wanted to go. His grip leaves a bruise on your wrist. You move onto the next trial and the purple figure walks away. ​

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❝I said I wanted to go xxx. You DIMWIT. What are you, retarded? Or deaf, maybe? Did you not hear me?! Are you ignoring me? xxx. xxx. xxx. I WANT TO GO xxx!! ❞​

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|||The boy grabs onto your hand and with impossible strength begins to drag you into the direction he wanted to go. His grip leaves a bruise on your wrist. The airy, gentle voice of Rhia intervenes.​

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❝Cease your whining, ___. Be gone from here before I return you to your prison.❞​

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The boy pouts and runs off down the xxx bridge. Rhia walks you past a clearly amused Crestatia. You move onto the next trial.​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED​

TRIAL TWO: FAILED​

TRIAL THREE: FAILED​

TRIAL FOUR: FAILED​

TRIAL FIVE: FAILED​

TRIAL SIX: FAILED​

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【B E N】​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED​

TRIAL TWO: FAILED​

TRIAL THREE: PASSED​

TRIAL FOUR:PASSED​

TRIAL FIVE: PASSED​

TRIAL SIX: PASSED​

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【C H E R N O】​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED​

TRIAL TWO: FAILED​

TRIAL THREE: PASSED​

TRIAL FOUR: FAILED​

TRIAL FIVE: FAILED​

TRIAL SIX: FAILED​

 

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"Ah, no worries. I don't mind listening."​

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You probably do and you're being nice, but given how you responded earlier I really do not know.​

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"Damn...I forgot it was already here and I haven't bought anything for him yet..."​

I'd ask who but it's none of my business.​

"So, as you can see, I don't really have plans... You going to get out of here in time to do something?" ​

Bronagh nodded, "I'm getting out of here tomorrow, but I'm not really going to be doing anything... not that I really can." she sighed a bit then spoke again, "I was thinking about writing a bunch of random Christmas notes and leaving them in people's mailboxes... but if I were to do that I'd need a head count of the school... which I don't have."​

 

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I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G .
D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E .

xxxxxxxxxx She seemed to have a little trouble with the idea, but Harley figured that it wasn't because she was going with him; it was probably because Altair was there. Watching her give Altair a hug and then quickly moving away from the table, Harley chuckled at her a little. With one last, seemingly blank glance at Altair, he left the dining hall to join her.

" I think this'll be fun, " he told her when he caught up to her, " I hadn't thought Christmas would come so soon. With this game, I haven't had much time to think about it. " He then explained, " Who are you gonna buy gifts for? "

He began to think of the people he would get stuff for; there weren't many, if he were honest. Alli, Kallisti, Heidi, of course, and then . . . He wanted to get something for Anthony. He didn't know what, though; what would he like? A video game? What kind? Harley sighed.

" I think I might get something for Anthony, " he told Heidi as the two of them got into his car, " I wonder what the kid would have liked . . . " Despite his rather nonchalant tone, Harley was hurting about the kid. What ever happened to him shouldn't have happened. He shouldn't have even been in this game. Man . . .

In a short amount of time, the quiet between them filled with soft Christmas music on the radio, Harley found it began to snow. A White Christmas? How cliche. But nice, nonetheless; he was glad he had a scarf with him and a good jacket to keep him warm. For Heidi's sake, he drove a little slower, and then they were at the Regnant Garden Mall.

The mall was one of the largest in the area, having four floors, an ice skating rink, a large dining area, an arcade and six children's playgrounds spread throughout the area. Already having lived in Brookridge before moving to the Academy, Harley had come to Regnant quite a lot to spend some time there among people and study their social behaviors.

Suffice to say, a lot of people fabricated themselves in public.

" It's easy to get lost in this mall. " He explained as the two of them left the car and made their way through the parking lot and towards one of the six main entrances, " Make sure you stay close to me. " He then said with a smile.

When the two of them walked in, Harley felt warm and smelled the scent of Christmas all around him. It was a little sickeningly strong, but it was pleasant enough, " Where would you like to go first? " he asked her.

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Ben entered another room. He glanced at his side, but Rhia had disappeared. He glanced around the room. There were several television screens, but rather than displaying programs, footage of himself were on instead. He walked up to one of the ones toward the end of the room. The image of himself, slightly younger, sat reading in the Brookbridge library.​

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"You there! Malchik!" Young Ben looked up from his book, obviously annoyed. A white haired girl approached him, a smile on her face. "That's an exquisite taste in literature you have. Perhaps it would be best if we were acquainted. I am Olivia Toska Suchet."​

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Young Ben frowned. "Benjamin Ross," he murmured.​

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Ben smiled at the memory. If he had not met Olivia that day, would have gotten involved in this game of Crestatia's? If not for that meeting, he would have kept to himself in a giant school of privileged children. Sure, he was hardly poor, but in comparison to the others he might have well been. Children of politicians, billionaires. Compared to them, he was just lucky to have been accepted to the school in the first place.​

 

[/url]Marina walked into the next room and stopped abruptly. Television. She approached them and knocked on the screen to one. It made the familiar hollow glass tink. There were ten of them all together. Each playing its own show, but they had a common theme. Her. She was in each of them. Visuals of her past were on display in front of her. Her memories for all to see. The room was dark, aside from the surreal light of the screens. One image caught her attention in particular. She crouched down to the lower screen. It showed an awkward little brown-haired girl at the park with her family. They were on vacation at the time, out of state. She was playing catch with her brother and Nathan and a rubber ball.

Marina missed the catch and ran off after the ball. Her father called out to her, but she didn't hear what he said. The ball rolled into the tree lining, bringing her out of sight. She stopped at a brush pile, to pick it up and stepped on what she presumed to be a snake. A loud hissing rang out in her ears as the bright white fangs lunged at her arm.

. . ..

Marina looked away from the screen, tears trickling down her face.

 

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xxxxx
xxxxxCherno entered the next room.

He was tired. Sore. He didn't want to do this anymore. But he had to go on, dammit. His wrist stung from that crazy kid. He wasn't dying yet. He would fight until the very last trial. Very last trial. He had promises. Promises to keep. People to protect. How could he just lose them like that? Why the fuck was he always so incompetent?

There were flashing television screens. A number of them. Cherno approached a few. And-

And ...

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Bang.

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Bang.

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Bang.

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...

He--

He--

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MEMORY


He remembered.
If not, just a bit.

...

His eyes shook.
His lips trembled.
His hands were shaking.
But Cherno? Cherno smiled.
He looked to the screen right in the middle.
It was, perhaps, his most significant memory.

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Bang.

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He was in the police department, crying and screaming.
Of course, this would happen.
Of course, his family would be dead.
He sat alone, in the corner, his legs held up close to his chest.
He couldn't help it.

"'Sup dawg."
What?
"I said, 'sup dawg."
A cold palm on his hair.
It was the tall Inspector. He looked solemn.
Cherno was a crying mess, but his face seemed radiant.

...

He would get to stay with them?
How sweet of him. But-- but he couldn't.
He couldn't have a home like this.

...

Cherno's hair was ruffled.
The Inspector's face was solemn.
His ... his father?
What happened to his father?
Marigold?
She ... she returned? Why?

...

"Come."
He didn't have anything to return to anymore, after all.
His heart was hollow, and his soul was empty.
All he could emit was a meek squeak. Did it agree? Did it disagree? He couldn't tell.
But the Inspector could.
He pointed his index finger at Cherno, and shot at him.
"Bang."
"Yo dawg, you're a fly-standing un-chump bro, I'm taking you with me."
"You can meet my sweet ol' daughter Olivia."
"A new family, you'll call it."
Cherno was silent.
It was as if, with that shot, hope had pierced his heart.
Hope to change the future.

He agreed.

These memories were choppy. The screens only showed bits and pieces, and Cherno was unable to remember the full scene.
But he understood. That man was so familiar.
He understood why this memory was so close to him.

It had filled him with hope. He had been filled with despair before. Death. Unwilling to go on. Why would he? But that memory. It gave him hope. It meant that he could get past the dangerous rules of a cruel reality. It meant that there was always a way to victory, somewhere, somehow. As long as he continued. As long as he never stopped fighting and always had the determination by his side.

Cherno gently touched the screen of this memory, and slowly retreated his hand.
A small tear gently moved down his pale cheek.

He would win here, or he would die here.
And it was okay if he died here. A dead man was already dead.
But this memory. He knew why he lived beyond that murder incident. It always gave him hope.
It was why he was able to save Temperance.
It was why he was able to continue on playing this terrible game of hundred days.
It was why he was here, moving through a swamp of uncertainty, and finally, finally, he remembered something about his past. He remembered the hope.

He was taking a risk with this hope.
No hope, the rules said.
But that was okay. Because Cherno was happy. Even if he did not remember everything about himself, he remembered bits and pieces of one of his most important memories. And for god damn, if he could rebel against any rule, it would be the one going for no hope.

Cherno tearfully smiled, after all these weeks ...
He smiled, and held his index finger like a gun, pointing to this most significant memory that allowed him to live.And he closed his wet eyes, and said, in a voice that echoed through the room, tinged with melancholy, sadness, and happiness,

"Bang."

 

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↓T R I A L ✖ S E V E N↓​

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【M A R I N A】​

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||| A door opens for you to go through.​

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↓T R I A L ✖ S E V E N↓​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED​

TRIAL TWO: FAILED​

TRIAL THREE: FAILED​

TRIAL FOUR: FAILED​

TRIAL FIVE: FAILED​

TRIAL SIX: FAILED​

TRIAL SEVEN: FAILED​

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【B E N】​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED​

TRIAL TWO: FAILED​

TRIAL THREE: PASSED​

TRIAL FOUR:PASSED​

TRIAL FIVE: PASSED​

TRIAL SIX: PASSED​

TRIAL SEVEN: PASSED ​

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【C H E R N O】​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED​

TRIAL TWO: FAILED​

TRIAL THREE: PASSED​

TRIAL FOUR: FAILED​

TRIAL FIVE: FAILED​

TRIAL SIX: FAILED​

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[/url]Marina walked out the door leading back to the entrance of the temple. Torches were lit and standing before her was the little girl once more. Her back was still turned and the little boy stood beside her. She approached them. "Hey there," she greeted them pleasantly enough. Her eyes moved to the boy, watching, waiting. Her wrist throbbed from his pull, among other things. Her arm felt like it was bleeding, but she had not checked. Odds were she ripped a stitch or two. Her feet stung from walking barefoot. Two trials left on this nightmare island.

 

Cherno entered the door, calm and serene, a small smile on his face.
He was ready to face whatever final judgment awaited him. Ready to embrace it.

He was back in front of the temple. The torches were lit. Cherno walked back to where he found the girl. There she was. But to his surprise, the boy was there as well, staring at the wall, turned away from him.

"Yo."

 

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Views on this girl remained unclear but might as well.

"We could exchange numbers so if you're still free tomorrow I can text you if any party plans come up. Will probably be only a small thing if anything does happen, but might as well?"

 

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Ben walked through to the next room. He was back at the entrance. Lit torches cast an orange glow on the surrounding area. The girl who had asked him which direction he would go was standing there, her back still facing toward him. "You again..." he murmured. What would the trial be this time? He asked once again, "What are you doing here?"​

 

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❝If one of the pawns on the gameboard have to die for you to live, who should die? Why?❞​

↓T R I A L ✖ E I G H T↓​

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❝If one of the pawns on the gameboard have to die for you to live, who do you think should die? Why?❞​

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❝Would you like to switch your card?❞​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED​

TRIAL TWO: FAILED​

TRIAL THREE: FAILED​

TRIAL FOUR: FAILED​

TRIAL FIVE: FAILED​

TRIAL SIX: FAILED​

TRIAL SEVEN: FAILED​

TRIAL EIGHT: PENDING...​

【B E N】​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED​

TRIAL TWO: FAILED​

TRIAL THREE: PASSED​

TRIAL FOUR:PASSED​

TRIAL FIVE: PASSED​

TRIAL SIX: PASSED​

TRIAL SEVEN: PASSED
TRIAL EIGHT: PENDING... ​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED​

TRIAL TWO: FAILED​

TRIAL THREE: PASSED​

TRIAL FOUR: FAILED​

TRIAL FIVE: FAILED​

TRIAL SIX: FAILED​

TRIAL SEVEN: PASSED
TRIAL EIGHT: PENDING... ​

 

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Cristina woke up feeling under the weather. Both the pregnancy and the body switching had taken a huge toll on her body and health. The girl sat up holding her head with her right hand and with closed eyes. She looked over at the other bed in her room. It seemed as if Quin had already gone out for the day. Perhaps she should go out as well. She didn't want to stay indoors all day, especially if she did not have any company. The fresh air might help me feel better...

Cristina went to look through her closet, but then remembered about the snakes that were possibly still lurking around the academy. She decided to wear the same outfit that Quin had lent to her the day before. It's safer this way. She walked into her washroom to get changed and ready to leave. After putting on her shoes, she grabbed her bag, but paused to look outside the window. There, Carmine, was sitting on the branch alone. I'll be back later. With that, Cristina walked out of her room. She locked the door behind her and proceeded to walk to the dorm exits. When she opened the large doors, she immediately felt the icy wind brush against her face.

 

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Wait, she was potentially invited to something? Bronagh was quiet but was not showing an extreme amount of excitement. In fact her demeanor was still the same as before. Bronagh realized at that moment though, her phone was not with her to put the number in.​

"Um, okay... my number is XXXXXXXXX. I don't have my phone with me at this moment. So is it alright if you just text me? I'll add you when I get to my phone." Bronagh usually didn't use her phone to text or really anything(emails were an exception), but there was no reason she couldn't at least start.​

Bronagh smiled at her at that moment and spoke, "So, um..." Bronagh couldn't think of a topic of conversation, but she really didn't want to stop talking. She was probably boring this girl to tears.​

 

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"Would you like to switch you card?" the girl's voice rang out. Switch his card? Ben considered for a moment. If he had chosen the same card as Marina or Cherno, there was a chance that three people would return with them. But it could also mean that he was a sacrificing the one had had chosen. Taking risks had proven to get him on Crestatia's good side, yet at the same time he wasn't sure whether he could this time.​

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Ben took in a deep breath. "Alright. I choose to..."​

 

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xxxxxThe next question hit Cherno like a wave. His eyes widened. Someone else to die, for him?
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Fuck that.
He was already too far off the deep end. He got himself into this mess. He-- he promised. He promised himself. He promised himself that he wouldn't let anyone else die, especially not on his behalf.

It was selfish. It was most definitely the wrong answer, because the creepy kids asked for a specific pawn on the chessboard. But Cherno wouldn't have any of it. It was very selfish, but his greatest desire was to not let anyone else die.

And if that doomed him?
So be it.

But he still wanted to win.
And winning meant answering these questions correctly.
Cherno inhaled.
They wanted a specific answer. They wanted to test Cherno to see who he would replace.
To win and survive, or to die but let others live.

Who should he choose.
Who would he bring to the annals of death, with but a theoretical idea?

...

He spoke.
He spoke with a serene, nonchalant voice. But he kept his reasons clear and understandable. If Crestatia disagreed with his logic, then it would be his own burden to bear.
And he ended with a soft smile.

 

[/url]who would she switch with? this would be her opportunity. she had clearly been failing so far. this could give her the chance she needed in order to go on. marina stood quietly for a minute before finally raising a finger and opening her mouth. "my choice and why is xxx"

 

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When Bronagh started to say her number Elizabeth took out her phone and began inputting the digits. And to be honest she probably would have just sent a text anyway, to save herself from having to recite the numbers out loud. It wasn't exactly her favorite thing to do.

With that sent she pocketed the cell with a smile. "There we go."

It was a shame Bronagh wasn't leaving today because then they would have been able to go to the mall together. Though she wasn't sure she wanted that...it would be more of a way to see the other girl's interests and nothing more so hardly worth it.

And then she started saying something but her sentence trailed off. Elizabeth gave it a moment before speaking herself. "Yes?"