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Home was quite peaceful after their little vacation. He had quite the fun time with his parents and little sister and while he sat there he played with her. Everything was quite peaceful and luckily he didn't have to return to school just yet, but a text message soon reached his phone. "hmmm? its a message from psychic Mari!" Casey exclaimed happily. The girl fortunes brought him great happiness and he couldn't wait to open it up and read it. When he opened it, what he found was not a fortune but a dire request. Immediately Casey rose up to his feet "MOM I'M HEADING OUT FOR A BIT" Casey yelled as he rushed out of the door before she could reply. Finding himself a ride, Casey soon enough reached the cafe and rushed in and began to pant "M-Mari" Casey muttered as he searched for the girl until he found her at last "MARIIIIII" Casey said happily as he ran up to her.

 

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She offered to help by finding a place to sit but that felt like it would only waste time. They had to be doing something. He was not sure what but something, anything to change things. If only the flashes were more clear and did not make his head ache so much. It made everything seem so surreal. Was he even awake?

The worst case he could think of is that this was the afterlife where he would be forced to watch the same events unfold while remaining helpless to do anything about them. The best case is that maybe he was just having an episode where reality just became a bit too blurry...

Or would that be the worst case instead?

Either way Quin was waiting on him to stop staring into space long enough to answer so he tried to do just that. "Ye-" his attempt failed, though it was not his fault. Someone had bumped into them, causing him to be unable to finish his sentence.

Whoever it was had apologized and he turned to look at them now, only to stop in his tracks. Didn't he know this one? Yeah...he did, didn't he... "Nora?"

 

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❝Theo-Theodore, hello.❞

He would recognize that stuttering anywhere...Though it had been a while since he last heard it. He lifted his gaze to meet Elliot's and gave a genuine smile. It had really been far too long. He felt a bit ashamed, really. ​

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❝Elliot. Hey. How have you been?❞​

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Before they could get too deep into their discussion, he caught sight of a slightly obnoxious waving in the corner of his eyes. Turning and expecting to be annoyed, something else happened instead...​

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Time went still, birds chirped in the middle of a cafe, rainbows and hearts flew overhead and his heart beat quickened, sending blood straight down to his penis. Who was that? She was... gorgeous. Like a full moon shining down upon a quivering lake. Delicate features, beautiful skin, pink lips and...That dress was just lovely. His face flushed and his feet carried him to the table the beauty waved from. ...He wondered how old she was.​

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❝Lady Marina, right...? Wonderful to meet you, my name is Theodore Weldon.❞​

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He made sure his voice sounded a bit smoother than usual as he took her hand in his and stared into her breathtaking eyes and then...​

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Her eyes widened and her head tilted. Did she...know him? No, that couldn't be right, she didn't know very many people at all. As soon as her eyes met with his though, a smile formed on her lips. He had magical eyes! Perhaps he was...a psychic? How exciting! What was she supposed to do? ...She didn't want to give his identity away in front of the two who appeared to be human, so she just stared in awe for a few seconds.​

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Her fingers smoothed over her skirt and she smiled again, clearly delighted with running into the boy. She didn't say it aloud, but she hoped that he could read her mind or something and tell that she knew how ~magical~ he was.​

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As nice as it would have been to catch up with his old friend there didn't seem time for that. In fact, he could barely get in that he was well before the other's attention was caught by something else. Guess Elliot wouldn't know how he was now either...

Turning to see what had captured Theodore's attention Elliot was hardly surprised to see that it was Marina. And before he could even warn his friend of the vixen he was already over there. Well...at least if it was true about him only liking older women this should not be a problem.

Still, as he made his way to sit at the same table as the supposed psychic he couldn't help but to worry over the situation. So when a loudmouthed, pink colored kid came rushing in he was almost relieved, despite how annoying they were since they ruined that moment. And he no longer had to experience being a third wheel.

Though this new setting wasn't any less awkward so he felt compelled to speak.

"S-so... Why did you call us here? I hope it doesn't take long, classes will be starting soon."

 

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Vanille opened her eyes, expecting to still be on the warm chest of whoever it was that she had landed on.

Where was the warm chest? Where was she even?

. . . This was her hotel room. She remembered this room. Why was she in this room? This room . . . She had been here on a mission, given to her by mom. It wasn't like the other missions she went on - mom said this was personal, and Vanille had been free at the time, but . . . She remembered that she didn't want to go on this mission because it would make her very sad.

Mom wanted her to come because of the strange things that had started happening in Coy City, in which a particular pair of cousins were involved. They weren't actually cousins, but only one of them knew that.

But how did she end up back here? She knew, knew, knew that she had just experience an explosion at Antilum. Maybe she was dreaming? Maybe she was in a coma? No, her body was trained better than that. Kidnapped? Unlikely.

Vanille grabbed her phone from the nighstand that was so familiar and checked the date.

December 11th. 2012. Twelve days after she had gotten that strange email that said she was going to die. It had been day forty-five, before. What happened to that? Oh, she was just so confused!

. . . If this was day twelve, that meant many of the people who had died were still alive. This included one of the two cousins, Anthony Evans, Elizabeth Evans, John Quincy . . . The list was becoming more complete. Who'd died by this day?

Abigail Rider.

Xavier Creed.

Thomas Adams.

Ashina Takahashi.

They were still dead, if today really was only the twelfth day. Ow, ow . . . Her head spun - she just couldn't wrap her mind around this! Could it have something to do with that woman . . . Analynne?

Vanille fluidly hopped out of her bed and took a look in the mirror, and then at the shame of her existence. Her face. It was definitely only day twelve. That X-mark on her cheek was still red. She looked around, grabbed a black and white mask and slipped it onto her face. It was time to do a bit of scouting.

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She felt a bit more at ease knowing Quin actually wanted her there...She seemed a lot better at being honest than Madeline was. She both admired and envied that, like most things with Quin. However, that honesty didn't take away from the nervousness in her own stomach. Yes, there were two beds, but she was sharing an entire room with her. Just Quin and M. It made her feel very...vulnerable, almost. It was too bad that she wouldn't be able to really say anything to Quin because she was hunched over the toilet puking her guts out.


Her phone buzzed just as she was about to puke again. With a groan, she leaned back against the bathtub and stared at the bright screen of her smartphone with a scowl.

What the fuck? Did he...send someone there for her? Her heart started drumming rapidly in her chest again. She was pretty sure that it was going to give out on her soon. Why here? Why now? Why today? Why this?

She hastily texted back and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before standing and flushing. She unwrapped a complimentary toothbrush and started to brush her teeth and tongue of the sour taste sticking to them. Her eyes burned with tears. This was stupid. She shouldn't be getting wrapped up in her feelings. She wasn't good enough for Quin, not in the slightest. They were completely different people and Quin...She deserved someone like Churbo or Tyrone.

When she finished, she tried to fix her hair a bit and left out of the bathroom.

Quin was no longer there. Perfect. Her heart ached.

 

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Kallisti didn't say anything to Harley, but that was fine with him. For some reason . . . For some reason, he was just glad to see her. It wasn't a maliciously tinted gladness, but a genuine gladness that could have him kissing her.

Haha, yeah right.

But he couldn't shake that feeling.

He thought that she and Anthony were going to go down to the dining room, and he was going to follow them, but then another girl had made an appearance. Anthony called her Eleanora. She was a small, cutsy girl with brown hair and blue eyes. Anthony seemed to know her, but she was surprised.

" Yes, Eleanora is my name! " she said, slightly excited, ". . . How do you know me? . . . I - I'm sorry to be interrupting you three. "

Harley raised an eyebrow. It was probably nothing, but how did Anthony know this girl? He didn't remember if they went to school together or not. She seemed extremely whimsical, but he . . . couldn't shake this feeling about her.

He shrugged his shoulders and then looked at Kallisti. She was staring at him with a confused look on her face, but when he found her eye contact, she looked away and he could tell she was embarrassed.

" E - Excuse me . . . " she told Anthony and Eleanora, then walking off and taking the elevator down to the lobby.

He looked at the two people he was left with, " So why were you waiting for her, Anthony? " he asked.

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She was rushing. She didn't want whoever this guy...or girl was to text Reuben back stating that she hadn't shown up. Reuben was strange when he was angry. She didn't like him very much at all, then. She sighed gently. If only everyone around her had remained consistent. If only no one snapped, or changed without warning...Or screamed, or hit, or blamed. If only, if only.

She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, grateful that there was a normal public restroom on the floor. She reached into her bag and applied a bit of red color to her lips, mashing them together and leaning closer into the mirror to reapply her foundation--including a dab of blush this time along her cheekbones, and two thin lines of mascara under her eyes to make them 'pop'. She didn't want to look like a clown, and over the years she had learned how to properly apply make up. It still looked natural, but she looked a bit more...defined now.

She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and to the left side of her face, drawing more attention to the right. She liked that side best. Then, she combed through her hair with her nails.

Satisfied, she drew back from the mirror and left the bathroom, heading straight down the hall to room 347. If it was on this floor...then was this person from Bellhurst? That was dumb. What high schooler would call for a...a whore. Is that what she was? Maybe it was one of the parents...She felt cold suddenly and tilted her chin downward into her scarf. Reuben had texted back stating that the door was left open for her, so when she reached the room, she twisted the bronze handle of the door knob and entered.

Holy hell it was dark in here! She hoped that her 'client' wasn't a Satanist or something. Reuben generally had pretty tame friends, though, and he wouldn't put her in danger. She trusted that much. Madeline turned around and locked the door, removing her boots.

This room was much like her own, but it had a bit more modern twist to it. She wondered why. Was this customer important? Did they have a special room? Were they rich? She hoped so. She would have to make this really worth it. She tilted her head, noticing the stand shape that seemed to be under the blankets already. She wondered how to go about this. Did they just want to get right into it? Or...should she play around first? She suddenly felt very shy and nervous, but this was normal.

Yes, this was normal for her.

She took a timid step towards the bed and, upon noticing no protest, sat down. Her breathing was a tad shaky, but she hoped...he(?) wouldn't notice.

"Hello, you can call me...Whatever you'd like. " Ahaha, she just couldn't think of a name that didn't make her nauseous. Reuben referred to her as 'Precious' but she didn't like that, because it reminded her of that fat black woman from the movie. "Ben tells me you already paid half...Once we're through, I'll ask for the rest, Okay?"

 

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They hadn't met yet, right... They didn't speak until the police... The police. Bodies. They were standing in front of the bath because M and Temptress...

Could he be a hero after all? This was his chance, if this was real that is. Though even if he was just imagining the whole thing he had to try and save those two, after all if he just ignored everything he was feeling now when lives could be at stake then what kind of hero would he be?

And maybe Nora was here to help, since they hadn't ran in here the last time. Neither did Quin, so perhaps keeping those two close would change the events that took place here? He could only hope. But how... Well, his first idea was to tell the others and pray they didn't think he was losing it.

"I think it's fate or something... Every hero gets a second chance after all, right?" The question was thrown out there as if it could be answered. "Oh! Like um... Some movie where they went back...what was the name... Time travel! I am either dead or time traveling! And now with you two- Two...three? Where did Quin go..."

 

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Heidi accepted the shoes and jacket and road to the hot springs in the Lamborghini with Altair. The trip had been long and boring, but there was at least plenty of scenery to look at. That excited her. She was afraid they'd never make it. After a grueling drive, they finally rolled up in the parking lot and stepped out of the car. She smiled fondly at Altair and followed after him. Does something feel off deary? What do you mean? Not sure yet. It just... feels like this has already happened, but differently. She furrowed her brow in annoyance, but ignored it for now. Heidi was on his heels as they entered the building. It was incredible. There was so much room and people were everywhere. It was a little overwhelming, but she managed to stay calm.

She waited patiently behind him while he got everything together at the desk. "Almost done?" she asked. I'm telling you deary, something is off. "Go away," she whispered. This was her first time going to the hot springs. She wanted everything to be nice for a change. Their persistence could not ruin that.

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Marina sipped on the bitter dark liquid while she waited. She was most worried about Dylan not showing up. Odds were that he had a late night and would be arriving on campus at the last minute. He did that whenever he worked on a school night. She never understood how the club was allowed to have him work. Laws stated that anyone under the age of eighteen was not allowed to work past ten on a school night. She shrugged it off. The fear of not figuring out what was supposed to happen today was eating away at her. Marina needed to come up with something, fast.

She had not been watching when Theodore began his cat-like approach to her table. Marina smirked at him. ❝Lady Marina, right...? Wonderful to meet you, my name is Theodore Weldon.❞ Oh Theodore. We crash a helicopter together and you do not remember who I am? She smiled sadly at him. Remembering things that had yet to occur was both a blessing and a curse. Her head began to hurt again and she clutched it.

"Yes Theodore thank you for coming. I am Marina Sario, but you most certainly know that already, right?" She prodded at him. As fun as it would be to do this a second time, she did not enjoy repeating herself. Even if technically, the first time would now be the repeat. "We have met prior," she added to sound less frustrated. Her head was pounding. That horrible feeling of being ripped from existence nagged at her every fiber. She did not know what was what anymore. Even taking a breath seemed unnatural.

"MARIIIIII" Casey said happily as he ran up to her. Oh good, Casey had arrived.

She stood and walked around the table to greet him with a hug. The guilt of lying to him before she vanished rang out in her mind. She would never lie about a premonition again, no matter how horrible the truth. "Casey hello. Thank you for coming." Marina let go of him and turned her attention to Elliot who was finally making his way over, albeit, a bit apprehensive.

"S-so... Why did you call us here? I hope it doesn't take long, classes will be starting soon." She found his stutter to be absolutely adorable- if only he would take her up on her offer. Always the scholar this one. Marina smiled sweetly at all of them before returning to her seat. Half of her guests had arrived. Would the other three show?

"I would ever so wish to wait until Olivia, Dylan, and Benjamin arrive; but this is of the utmost importance." She gestured to the open seats, signalling for the rest of them to join her sitting. "It is about that strange email I know all of you received twelve days ago." Her tone grew rather ominous and she lowered her gaze to the coffee cup on the table.

 

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Harley found that his question was ignored, but he didn't mind so much. Anthony was a good kid. But . . . What was he saying. Time travel?

" Well, you're definitely not dead, kiddo, " he said with a smile, tempted to ruffled Anthony's hair, " Quin is a little . . . angry at me all of the time, so she's probably downstairs if you really wanna go look for her. "

He began to think of what he should do now. They were at a hot springs, so he might as well go check those out, " I'm gonna head downstairs to check out the springs now. Come along if you want, I don't mind. "

He didn't wait for a reply as he walked off and entered the elevator.

Downstairs, Harley walked down one of the many halls that led to the hot springs. It would definitely be great to go and take a dip in them. He sighed to himself as that feeling of deja vu began to wear off. The question about it was, why had it felt so strong before? Maybe he was getting sick or something. Stress? Haha. Harley didn't know the meaning of it.

When he rounded a corner, he saw a person walking the opposite direction. A girl, with a mask. She stopped at the sight of him. Why a mask? She seemed to watch him as he continued to walk. Just a couple of feet away from her, he stopped and for a long moment the two of them stared at each other.

" Sorry, " he said a bit gruffly, " do I know you? " It was like she didn't hear him. Was this a mechanic of Crestatia or something?

" Harley Jackson. " she said, her voice small and slightly nervous, " You are Harley Jackson, aren't you? "

Eh, he didn't like where this was going, " Who's asking? "

" I am. You can call me Vanilla. Strange, I know, but seriously. " She really did seem serious. What was this about? " Kallisti Lein. Your cousin. " she continued, " She's alive, right? "

" . . . "

" Please, Harley Jackson, answer me. " she said.

" Yes. "

" Then I really did go back in time . . . " she muttered to herself. This again? First Anthony, now this girl with a mask on. Did they know each other?

Vanilla.

Vanille?

Her name was on the list.

" Come with me, please, " Her tone was almost pleading, " I need to talk to you. "

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The hug from Marina was soothing, it was a great feeling he received and it was something he felt he sought for a very long time. He didn't know why he felt like this, he had only been gone a couple of days and in the end it wasn't really like he didn't keep in contact with her. Nonetheless, Casey wished to stick by Marina, to protect her and make sure she was safe. She was a good friend to him and Casey was one who strove to keep his friends as safe as possible. Once the hug was over, Casey took a seat near the girl and listened to her words, not really paying attention to the other to boys near by. Listening to her bring the email up caused a sense of urgency. If Marina was speaking about the email he knew that something was definitely up about it. "100 days....Psychic Mari, have you seen something important about it?" Casey asked

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"aaaaaaaand everything is done!" Altair said with a smile as he received a key and held it up in front of Heidi "we've got ourselves a room that we will be sharing...after all I really do not want to leave you all alone" Altair said with a smile as he placed his hand on top of her head "we are here to relax...and relax we shall" Altair said as he closed his eyes with a grin. "When entering the bathroom we will be separated due to the separate gender bathrooms, but other than that I want you to stick with me, alright?" Altair said as he lowered his arm. Something felt odd about this trip, he wanted to stick with Heidi, he wanted to make sure she was safe, he did not want to leave her alone unless she was okay with it.

 

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Vanille walked through the hallways, deep in thought. Normally, her walk would be a near-skip, but with what was going on, she couldn't waste time on her normal, childish behavior - no matter how much she liked it.

So she remembered what happened at Antilum, but no one else had. Or was there someone else that did? It had to be someone who was there . . . Maybe not? There was no way of knowing unless she was following all of the people from the email at once.

She thought of a good idea. A post to Tumblr ought to do something, right?

Her mind started wrapping around all of the people who had come back to life. They were just humans, after all, and would probably freak out if she told them that they died in the future! It was definitely best to keep that tidbit to herself, for now. Besides, one of the restrictions on her person was to staaaaaay impersonal. To not care - but she was just human, too!

Under her mask, she made a pouting face.

Right before she was about to take it off ( for just a moment! ) her ears perked at the sound of carpeted footsteps, and she looked up.

Harley. It was Harley! She wanted to bound towards him and grasp him into a tight hug - but instead she just stood there. He noticed her a few seconds after she noticed him, and she thought he might pass her, but instead kept watching her until he finally grew suspicious enough to stop.

She wanted to shout at the top of her lungs that she didn't mean to be suspicious, that she was glad to see him, but she couldn't, not without him completely disregarding him. Harley Jackson was a bit of a different person now, and she had to handle him a bit . . . differently.

❝Sorry,❞ he said suddenly, and she almost jumped, ❝do I know you?❞ Mmhm, he was definitely a different person now. She just didn't know if she was going to be able to do this!

❝Harley Jackson.❞ Damn. Her voice had failed her. ❝You are Harley Jackson, aren't you?❞

He took a moment to think before replying. The both of them were uncomfortable with this situation, but Vanille knew that he was handling it better. ❝Who's asking?❞

❝I am. You can call me Vanilla. Strange, I know, but seriously.❞ She usually didn't talk like that, and usually didn't tell people to call her Vanilla, usually didn't time travel, usually didn't be nervous in the face of intimidation - she usually didn't do a lot of things, but what choice did she have right now?

This situation was bad enough, and getting Harley Jackson to believe what she had to tell him ( because she had to tell him, of course! ) was going to be the worst. ❝Kallisti Lein. Your cousin.❞ she continued, ❝She's alive, right?❞

❝. . .❞

❝Please, Harley Jackson, answer me.❞ she said.

❝Yes.❞

❝Then I really did go back in time . . .❞ This was more of a final confirmation than anything else, but she had wondered if he heard it, ❝Come with me, please, I need to talk to you.❞

. . .

❝You won't be offended if I say I don't believe you, will you?❞ he asked her with a skeptical tone, about half an hour later.

She knew it would be like this, but she had to persevere. ❝With all of the strange things that have been happening to you,❞ she began in an earnest tone, ❝You won't believe me?❞

❝Well, for starters, I can't see your face.❞ he responded, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms. ❝I'd like to think that I'm pretty good at telling a liar by their expressions.❞

Oh no, not this bump in the road. She hated this bump in the road. It was more like a mountain in the road. No, no, no, she couldn't do this . . . B - But what if it was the only way to make Harley believe her? Terrible, this was really terrible! She almost wanted to cry.

❝Well?❞

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❝. . . W - Will you believe me if you c - could see my f - face?❞ Her voice was small by the end. If he said yes, so help her, she just knew she wouldn't be able to stop crying.

❝If I can tell that you're not lying, yeah.❞

It was all she could do to not heave and ho her breaths.

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❝Incredibly far fetched, but . . . ❞ She leaned in, forgetting for the moment that she was naked in front of him, ❝I guess I wouldn't put it past a demon.❞

From emotional exhaustion, Vanille laid her head on the table and breathed heavily, almost like she was trying to get clean air into her lungs.

❝Th - Thank you . . . ❞

❝This doesn't mean that anyone else should know.❞ Harley said, and she lifted her eyes ( which were covered by white sclera contacts ) ❝If she brought us back to this specific day, that means that something happened that could have been avoided, something that needed to change. But what? If you really think that other people know, then they'll be keeping an eye out as well. Things might turn out differently. Madeline Moore and Temperance Spike might not be dead by the morning time.❞ He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. She knew that the subject was changing now.

❝About . . . Kallisti dying, is that really true, too?❞ he asked slowly, and she lifted her head completely and gave him the most solemn look she could muster. He sighed at seeing it and she could tell that he was really sad. ❝Maybe . . . That can be averted, somehow.❞

She nodded vigorously, her mood shifting.

❝Second chances, huh . . . ?❞

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Ben jolted up in his bed. His heart pounded and it felt like his lungs were being squished inside his chest. He glanced at his hand, but it would not come into focus. He was alive. Gradually, he became re-accustomed to his animation. Had it all been a dream? Him, Marina, and Cherno; the trials; Crestatia. Did it all really happen? Olivia... Had Cherno told her about his death...? Had she found out some other way...? Ben felt his eyes growing water. Don't cry. You're alive again.​

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Ben checked his cellphone. The date read December 11, 2012. December 11? No, that wasn't right. When he died, it was nearly Christmas. The students from Bellhurst had not even arrived at this point. There was no way it had all been a dream; he knew it couldn't be. He remembered it. It was all too clear to have been just a dream. He glanced back at his phone as he felt it vibrate.​

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Marina... Did she remember, too? She had something to tell them... She must remember it! Ben quickly pulled on the first clothes he could find in his drawers, and slipped on his shoes, rushing out of the door. He did not care how sore his muscles would be during class - he had to make it there as quickly as possible.​

 

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When the girl had taken off her mask, Harley was pretty much expecting to see some kind of deformity, but the only thing that was strange about her face was the X-mark on her left cheek and her lack of irises. He wasn't going to ask about the X, but when mentioning the eyes, she said they were just contacts and that it was 'dangerous' for her to let anyone see her real eyes.

If Harley were honest, he really was hoping that this strange girl was lying about this . . . time traveling, that people died because of Crestatia and her game, but with the deaths of four other people who were on the list . . . Not to mention her face was earnest and honest, and every now and then she would trip up on her words, but for the most part . . .

Well, suffice to say, she wasn't lying.

Now there was only one more thing to check out; the one thing she told him that bothered him the most: Kallisti dying.

" About Kallisti . . . dying, " he began slowly, not liking the thought of that, " is that really true, too? "

Vanille had been lying her head on the table, looking dead-tired, but she seemed to have gathered enough energy to life her head and give him a very solemn look. She didn't nod. She didn't shake her head. She didn't blink, look away, move any other part of her body . . .

She definitely wasn't lying.

His face fell and he began to think about the circumstances of her death. A broken rule? Just for the hell of it? Had he killed her? Someone else? Suicide? No, that was a broken rule . . . " Maybe . . . That can be averted, somehow. " he said, and she nodded in agreement.

Harley stood up from the table and gave a few, wide stretches. This was a lot of information to process, and with someone like Vanille, it was very valuable. He'd never met her in his life, he'd never seen her around or anything, but she seemed to know a lot about everyone who was involved in the email. She'd even brought up names he'd never met.

" . . . This means that Anthony wasn't lying. " he said suddenly, and looked at Vanille whose mask had mysteriously appeared on her face again. He didn't know why she wore it, she had a relatively pretty face, but he didn't question it, " You're coming with me. I have to find a friend and tell him that he wasn't imagining it. "

She nodded at him and he began walking down the hall. Had Anthony gone down to the springs, where Harley was headed before? There was an entrance to them in the lobby, so that'd be the best place to run into him if he were. But what if he had gone somewhere else, with that girl, Eleanora?

Eleanora.

Vanille had said something about Eleanora being the 'demon' woman named Analynne. What did that mean? In the auditorium, the day that Thomas Adams was announced dead, Crestatia had appeared before all of them for the first time. She possessed someone, though. Anthony. Did that mean that in order to appear to them, Crestatia needed a vessel? If the same were true for this . . . other 'demon', then was Eleanora her vessel?

If this was all true, Harley wondered if that girl knew.

About five minutes later, Harley ( with Vanille skipping behind him ) walked into the lobby and looked towards the baths. No sign of Anthony over there. He looked around some more and then saw him sitting on a bench.

" Anthony, " he called, " Hey. Look. About the time traveling thing, I think you're right, and this girl has done it too. " he explained, " What do you remember from before? Was there someone who was going to die tonight? "

As if on cue, Vanille did a showy jump out from behind Harley and looked at Anthony, " You're alive again! " she said excitedly.

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First Quin and then Harley. Did they wish to get away from the crazy boy or were they just programmed to follow the same path as before? Either way with them gone and Nora silent he was free to be reminded that he had to hurry and keep Elizabeth from killing anyone but talking to her about it before didn't go so well so he doubted it would be any better this time. He did have an idea though.

He took out his phone and texted her, praying she would get it in time. And while Anthony didn't like lying he had told her that he was in danger and left out any details, making it seem like he was too rushed to explain things. After that he pulled a Harley, inviting Nora to come down with him to the lobby but leaving before anything else was said.

Waiting was awful. Even with Elizabeth's reply saying she'd be there soon the hot springs were still far out so it would take some time getting there and he was not sure if he got to her in time. The call came rather late though, the one telling the Temptress her friends were gone, so he was hoping for the best.

Before his mind could further wander though his named was called, causing him to jump to his feet. He half expected it to be his sister, so when he saw that it was Harley he felt somewhat disappointed. Though that feeling did not last as he was happy that one of them returned to him.

"Hey," his voice trailed off at the mention of someone else who had done it as well, that someone shouting that he was alive again. That statement made him smile though all he could offer the stranger was a nod as the deaths caught his attention more. "The tempt... Temperance and M, I believe."

 

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She was lying in bed with a shirt covering her eyes, her room was absolutely messy and she didn't want to do anything. Bronagh just didn't want to.​

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"Bronagh, I can't legally let you miss much more school. It'll make me look bad as a parent."​

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You already are a bad parent.​

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"I know your uncle's death hurt you, but you need to face the sad reality that he is gone and he is not coming back."​

She lifted up the shirt and looked over at her mother saying, "I know he's not coming back, I just don't want to start crying in the middle of classes."​

"Bronagh, I bought you that hair dye 2 days ago, and you said once it was on you were heading back."​

She put the shirt back on her eyes again and spoke, "Why does it matter if I go back? No one is missing me... no one ever misses me."​

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"Shut up you ungrateful brat. Get up."​

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Bronagh sighed and sat up in bed and walked over to her mother with her hands in her pockets, she looked up at her and spoke quickly, "Yes?"​

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"Go to school."​

"It's not a school day mom."​

"Yes it is. It's... isn't it?"​

"No mom... no it's not..."​

"At least get out of this house... you need sunlight or something..."​

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Whatever​

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She put on a coat and walked outside looking around, she breathed in fresh air and then shivered. She walked over to her garage and got a bicycle whispering to herself, "Go outside you need sunlight? It's not like I've been locking myself in my room all day or anything."​

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She pushed the bike a bit and hopped on and started pedaling down the street.​

 

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : ANTHONY EVANS // VANILLE • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : WILL ANYONE REMEMBER THE CONTENTS OF THIS POST? PAY ATTENTION . . . ]​

[ DAY : 12 - 2/3 ] • [ DECEMBER 11, 2012 ] • [ LOCATION : HOTEL LOBBY ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : SIGH ]​

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" The temp - . . . Temperance and M, I believe. " he answered.

Vanille told Harley that Anthony died three days before the time jump, so if he really did remember everything that happened up until then, this must be pretty hard for him. Harley felt . . . bad. His heart ( though most believed it to either be black or not exist ) thumped in pain for the boy. So young, so innocent.

Harley was Anthony once. There were time when he missed that rosy film that covered everything.

About comforting - Harley wasn't good at that sort of thing, he'll admit it, but he was protective, and Anthony seemed to be hurting. What should he do?

" Well, " he started, " The first time around, this was beyond our control. We can be a little more perfect this time by being in the right place at the right time, " he explained to Anthony, trying to lift his spirits, " Things don't have to go the way they did the first time. " He wasn't used to pep talks because he never had to give them to anyone, nor himself, but the words seemed to come from his mouth easily.

" I know this is . . . scary. " he started again, " But we have control this time, and now you can be a hero. Maybe, if you do this right. And if you want, we can even help you. But you've gotta keep a clear mind. Now . . . We've got to find out what Madeline and Temperance did that got them killed. "

He actually didn't really care about either of those girls. They were only interesting to him for their insecurities and sexuality. He felt bad for Anthony, though, and didn't want him to suffer their deaths twice, so for that, they were worth saving.

Vanille gave a small, quiet clap at his speech and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but she only waved at him happily.

He sighed at her immaturity, and looked back at Anthony, " So do you think we can manage to change things up in round two? "

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Tyler sighed out in relief. This was the best. Ah god... I feel like I'm floating. Well he partially was. He was sitting in a hot spring at the resort. He had nearly missed his bus but thankfully had (this time) managed to catch it. He'd already signed in too and had been promptly roomed with Mr. Ubisoft; Altair.
He felt odd, like there was a strange sense of Déjà vu, but he ignored it. He hadn't ever been to this place, so yeah. Perhaps it was one of those times where you would dream of something and it happened the next day? ...meh, whatever. It wasn't important. After all the recent stresses, it just felt good to finally be relaxing. He made sure to remember meeting up with Quin later. Hopefully she'd be able to relax too, god knew that she needed some chill time.
Tyler wasn't alone in the hot springs anyway. That Cherno guy was in there too. Tyler gave him a nod. He was acquainted with the guy after all.

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Dylan had woken to the following text message blinking on his phone.

...Sheesh. In all caps too. Something hard to believe? Dylan had sighed. He had nothing better to do, so he might as well go, and besides, he'd learned early on not to piss off Marina. Not that he cared if he did, but it just made his life easier. And so...
This is why he was now walking down the street towards that little cafe she had mentioned in her text. Smoke billowed from his mouth from his cigarette as he entered the place. He ignored the no smoking sign and gave a nonchalant glance to the shop owner like; 'are you really gonna stop me? No. I didn't think so.'
His eyes quickly located Marina and... whatever his name was... Theo? The pink haired wonder, Casey was there too along with stick in the mud, Elliot. ...So Marina had called a bunch of them there. Dylan moved over to them and sat down on a free chair, not saying a word but just nodding in acknowledgement. Then it occurred to him that Elliot would go crazy by having smoke so close to him - something which would be much more convenient to avoid instead of having to deal with. So Dylan sighed and took his half finished *** out from his lips, stuck the tips of two fingers to his tongue to moisten them and then pinched the end, effectively putting the cigarette out, before Dylan tucked the rest of it behind his ear so he could finish it later. He glanced at Elliot as if to say; 'Don't you dare complain. I don't stop smoking for just anybody.'
(because clearly Dylan could communicate so much through single glances). Now all that was left to do was to wait for whoever else Marina had summoned to arrive, or for her to start talking. Whichever came first.