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Perhaps it was due to the earlier exposure, but this time around Elliot had no objections that everything involving the email was real. Especially the fact that they did not exist. It lifted the burden of always worrying over school related things, enough so for him to miss some classes whenever needed. His routine even loosened up, but there hasn't been any other notable changes as of yet.

However, despite accepting everything he still wished to view it from a scientific stand-point, making the demon a scientist. A...magical one. But one nonetheless.


So it was a rather interesting idea, to trade with the thing now. He didn't really have anything to bring to the table though, and thus remained quiet throughout the meeting.

In the end they seemed wanting of a trade of rules, focusing on that romance rule. It seemed silly but no arguments were said. He could only wait and see if their method worked and then to see what the demon wanted in return.

 

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Wait.
Wait, what was that?

It sounded like noise-- no, wailing? At this hour?
Cherno moved his head away from the attention of the others for a moment, and peered outside the window.

It was-- fuck. It was ... pretty dark, wasn't it?
Ah ...
There was-- there was-- what was that?

It looked like a great, lumbering beast, almost like a bear? Much larger than any being.
But it was shrouded in darkness, save for its--
its-- blinding red eyes ... ?

And it emitted this ghastly wailing. Like a banshee. Faint, but Cherno could hear it beneath his breath.
It gave the entire conversation happening here an eerie, unsettling air.
... Cherno turned his head away, looking down at his hands.

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[/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."


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Marina rose from her spot on the table and was now upright on her knees. She watched as Crestatia fumbled in Vanille's body and was almost tempted to help her--almost. Well, maybe it would look good if she did. She scrambled off of the table and provided assistance to the demonness. They messed up. As if it was not evident. Since she had offered to take part in the summoning, it only seemed fitting that she play representative for them all. "Crestatia, we wished to make a deal, if you choose to do so," she paused, stepping back from the demonness after helping her up. "We would like to make a bargain. Remove the no romance rule, in exchange for another of your choosing."

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"Hold it."

He tried holding his voice steady.

"I want to see your goods first, you ratchet demoness.
Lay your cards on the table in this deal. If we were to trade the no-romance rule for something, what would we be getting in return?"

 

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[/url]"A DEAL? HAHA. A deal..." This mask was annoying her. She reached up and removed it, taking a breath and not even bothering to hide the toothy grin on her face.

"All of you? HAH. Regardless, deals are intimate, sweetheart. Too many people here for...THAT. I suppose I will CONSIDER it...Ughhh."

Vanille's body slipped from the chair and back onto the floor, as if made of jello. She laid there for a moment with a clearly furious expression.

"NEVER MIND. I am not making a DEAL here after THIS. May you all BURN."

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Dammit dammit dammit Cherno was on fire oh goddammit.
He stopped, dropped to the floor, and tried rolling (???)

 

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xxxxxCherno was all like "DAMMIT CRESTATIA WILL I MAKE A DEAL IF YOU'LL GET ME OUT OF THIS FIRE MAYBE"

 

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And then he was all like "no wait maybe I'm imagining the fire" and then instead he started taking his coat off to perhaps get rid of the fire and also tried curling into a ball to see if it would suffocate the fire

 

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Dammit dammit dammit dammit
Cherno went and covered himself in people's coats to smother the fire

 

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First there was just a rising in temperature before a sudden appearance of flames. The mantra of stop, drop and roll was the first thing that popped into his head but first he wished to try and smother the flames as they were centered around his feet. So he lost the shoes and removed his jacket, hoping they worked like a normal fire and could be put out from being deprived of oxygen with the use of his jacket.

 

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Cherno went off to the side of the room and turned on the fan that was there and started blowing it on himself and the fire in a direction away from the others and out the window or something

 

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Cherno tackles Vanille and tells her to stop and rolls around on the floor more to get rid of the fire and tells crestatia "we will make a deal with you to stop the fire" and also takes off more of his clothes to get rid of the fire and asks someone go go grab a damn fire extinguisher and asks the others for help to stop the fire

 

Cherno apologized to crestatia for having messing up on behalf of the others and going back in time and summoning annalyne and having the audacity to strike such a deal despite annoying her prior so it is certainly understandable and also he tries to rub his back against the wall to rid of the flames while apologizing

 

The fire. OH ****. How the hell did this all happen so fast? Vanille was possessed and Crestatia was a crazy ***** who was forever on her period. ****ING HELL. Kallisti jumped out of her chair, slammed the door open and looked up and down the hall for mother****ing FIRE EXTINGUISHER. She grabbed it and ran back inside to the room, popping the cap after long moments of FUMBLING, grabbing the hose and then spraying the two MOTHER ****ERS ON FIRE with it.

WHAT, WAS THAT HARLEY ON FIRE, TOO? Oh, dear god, she hated him, but she had to save his dumbass, too. She sprayed the three of them with the heavy extinguisher, her energy quickly running out.

HOPEFULLY THIS **** WORKED.

 

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And as the words left his lips, the fire was gone.
Just like this.
Poof.

White foam dripped in bundles from his hear. Oh- oh dear.
But the apology worked. They were saved. Was that all that was needed? An apology for messing up? Crestatia was more human than Cherno had thought she was ...
He looked around, sighing. His body was wa--

Wait.
Wait.
Was that masked girl okay?
Cherno ran over to her, trying to endure the stinging in his joints. He knelt by her side, and gently lifted her.

"Sister? You okay?"

His voice was quiet. All around him, the others were coming to.
This was a terrible idea, but he was surprised Crestatia let them off for such a simple reason. He turned to the others.

"... We need to be more careful.
Nobody's burnt, right?

Carring a dazed Vanille, he walked over to the boy named Elliot. He had been on fire with him too.
Ugh ...

"... You especially, scalpel. You`re okay, right? Damn."

"... Man, scalpel. First Olivia, now this.
It really does look as if our fates are intertwinin' themselves."

 

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Theodore...didn't even know what to say, or do. One moment everything was going pretty dandy. Then Crestatia possessed weird ethnic mask girl, had a seizure or something, and then everyone started bursting into flames. Somewhere in there, the entire room had started to rumble and the large windows of the conference room just...completely shattered, sending glass flying everywhere. Theodore dropped to the floor before that, huddled under the table in a mild panic (yelling over and over with each scream or loud sound). His dad...he was...going to slit his throat.

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Finally, things quieted and Theo climbed carefully out , avoiding any glass and shivering at the cold breeze wafting in through the window frames. He smoothed his trembling fingers over his tuxedo and shook his head back and forth, unable to even open his mouth to speak properly.​

Shakily, he walked to the door and went to open it. ...Except it wouldn't open. Okay. He sat down in front of the conference room door and placed his forehead onto his knees. Alarms blared as Antilum rightfully went into lock down mode.​

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The room smelled like scorched... everything...--fabric, wood, hair, skin, plastic, you name it. It was horrible. Her skin still felt as if it was on fire and pussy sores were already beginning to form. That had been a nightmare. They had literally been on fire. "Figures," she spat. Her dress was ruined, her hair was torched in different directions. Judging by the burns, some of them would probably need to visit the hospital. "Well there you go." Her voice was seething with hostility and her blue eyes turned to steel. "Have fun summoning her a second time. I am out."

Marina saluted goodbye, picked up her heels, and walked to the door--only to see that Theodore could not get it opened. That was great. Alarms began to blare and lights flashed. Even better. Smoke burned her lungs and throat. The hairs in her nostrils felt singed. She rubbed at it as she tried to fix her hair on the way out the door. "I am so done," she muttered to herself as she slumped down on the ground on the a few feet from Theodore. This was just perfect. Her body stung. Adrenaline had been pumping on overtime, but now it was quickly starting to fade. Tears welled up inside her, but there was no way she would cry in front of these people. Nope. Antilum had never been a place she enjoyed visited, and now would be her last time here ever. Never again. She was done with this place and she was done with her craft. This is what happens when you tempt fate.

She would not cry. She would no--tears began to trickle down her face. The windows were broken open. They could try going out that way, but they did not have their coats or things. How far of a drop was it? She hated this place. She hated Crestatia. Marina would not summon her again--no matter what the price. She would not practice ever again.

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( DAY :: 45 - 2/3 ) • ( JANUARY 13, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: ANTILUM )​

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The next thing she had known was blackness. She was standing in a room of complete and utter blackness, and it seemed that all of her clothing was gone! A fierce, female voice echoed through the blackness, and just feet ahead of her appeared a window. Slowly, she crept up to that window and peered out of it to see horrible things. People were on fire! Tears began to run down her face, why was this happening?

She could only watch and wait for someone to do something, and then suddenly, she collapsed.

Off in the far, far, faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar distance, she heard a muffled voice, calling out for someone . . . ❝Sister? You okay?❞ Haha. How silly, she didn't have a brother ~

A heavy smack of throbbing hit her head as her eyes tore open. The lights were too bright, her muscles were strangely sore, and right above her own face was another. Wow. He was pretty. Who was he again?

She smiled weakly. ❝Hi . . .❞ she replied to him, leaning into his chest for his warmth. She was ridiculously cold . . . Her hand instinctively went to her cheek, and then she moved up to her forehead slowly. She'd never noticed how smooth her skin was, how nice it felt to know that she had skin . . .

Her mask.

Oh, no.

Slightly panicked, she patted her face, but there was no sign of it. She leaped out of his arms and looked around the room frantically for it. Covered in foam. Burned down to nothing. Her mask. It was gone. All of that work. That effort . . . And people could see her face.

She began to cry.

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And just like that, the nightmare was over. Kallisti hadn't known what was accomplished tonight. She really hadn't. More pain, more heartache. Everyone was in extremely low states of sanity. Her's was tipping over itself. The alarms were blaring, the building was in lock down mode. They were trapped in Antilum.

Well, except for the blown out windows. Her heels were gone, she was barefoot, and glass might have gotten stuck in her feet. She didn't care. She carelessly padded away towards one of the windows and gazed out, into the night. This room they were all in, it was so high up. Her thoughts became absorbed in the height of the building as the rest of the world began to black out behind her.

She could do this, now. She could simply . . . fall forward. No more Crestatia . . . no more Thomas, no more John, Harley, or Madeline . . . Kallisti felt at peace with the thought. Who truly cared about existing, anyway? It was becoming less and less of a priority, as she stood at this edge. Her breath came slow and calm as she closed her eyes. This sense of freedom . . . In death, she could not be played with by Crestatia, nor anyone else.

A hand was felt on her wrist, and everything rushed back to her. Over her shoulder, she saw the solemn face of Harley that judged her, and then who motioned to the crying Vanille. She looked back at the night. No suicide. Crestatia would have brought her back. Then what would have happened? With a soft smile one her face, one she hadn't done in weeks . . . She yanked back her own hand and looked around at everyone.

" Well, that was just great fun . . . " she said to herself, " Perhaps . . . Is there any chance we would be getting out of here, soon? " This was Theodore's home. What would his father say? Haha . . . Nothing good. He must be stressed. She sympathized; if this were Lorinda's dwelling . . .

DON'T CONTEMPLATE SUICIDE EVER AGAIN, KALLISTI QUINTUS LEIN. YOU WILL NEVER ACT SO WEAK AGAIN.

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