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Bernie waited until all the others were situated in the living room as well. She stood near the center of the room with her hands awkwardly jammed in her jean pockets. She never before had an issue with public speaking, but talking in front of a group that barely understood her at times was completely different. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she took two deep breaths and calmed her nerves. Bernadette plastered her usual sweet smile across her face and took a seat in an oversized cushiony leather chair. "Tso, ahm..." she cleared her throat and a flush of red warmed her cheeks, "I had zome ideas about what to do next. If yuu er... vant to hear?"

She let out a nervous giggle and pulled her hands out of her pockets. Her blue eyes roamed from face to face and she took another calming breath. "If vee stay zu longvie--er--long, den we will for sure be caught. I vas thinkung about were zu go." Her face flushed red again at the thought, but she trudged on anyway. "Does anyone like... um... like to..." Bernie creased her brow in frustration. "Jemand..." She exhaled her frustration and looked at the others, pleading. "Um... dat thing... outside? Tents und bags und... fires..." Bernie nibbled her lower lip hopelessly.

 

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He didn't know how he could be careful from this point, since he was already taking a dangerous route. But after a quick glance back from their last attempt he remembered that they were set on fire for messing up and needed to apologize to fix it. She was a touchy being, that one. So he would at least be watchful of his words.

At that thought he stated that he was ready, stepping back some. Did she need to invite the demon in? That seemed to be a thing but Marina was the first to call Crestatia but then that other girl got possessed. So he was slightly confused on this part. But if calling her down himself got him possessed then he hoped the blonde would handle it, even if he'd rather do it himself.

"Right...to call Crestatia down..." He felt a bit silly. If someone had told him he would be summoning something magical he would laugh in their face and walk away. But now it was perfectly logical. He still didn't know exactly what to say, though. "May we be humbled by your presence?" Not as dramatic as what Marina had said but simpler could be better.

 

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"You mean camping?" Bernadette was suddenly startled by how cold and annoyed Temperance sounded. She lifted her gaze to meet the green-eyed fiend sitting to her right. Bernie shuddered at the look she received.

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She took another calming breath before letting another uncomfortable chuckled flee her throat. "Ja. Cahm-ping. Dis whole area ist too heavily in-infect-infecktid with rah-dee-aye-shun. Leaving da state wuud be good if we had money und a place to stay, but still too dangerous." Bernie smiled again, relieved to have at least made it this far.

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"So instead you'd rather us live out in the wilderness?" Temperance's tone was harsh and menacing. Apparently the sad crying girl that she had pried away from the cellar barrier was virtually all gone.​

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"Um.. Ja. We cud go north, out of the country. Denn, we wuud be safe from both getting tsick und your Amerikahn goh-ver-mint." She paused for a minute to let it sink in. Would they cut down her idea? Bernie prepared herself for the slew of insults, she even bit her lip to brace herself. Quickly, before they would have the opportunity to do so, she added in the rest. Her words mashed together and flip-flopped back and forth between English and German. She would be lucky if anyone even knew what she said at this point. "We could get Lieferungen from a Sportgeschäft zu bekommen und makeahomeupindawoods. Daonlyproblemwuudbe erfolgreich get-ting across da border, but we seem zu be einfallsreich enough zu comb upwithzomething."​

 

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At first, Madeline didn't think anything was going to happen. Her eyes narrowed and her nose crinkled as she prepared to turn towards Elliot again with some snarky speech about how they messed up, somehow...But then the school started to tremble violently, and the beakers burst--sending shards of glass flying. Madeline's heart started pounding, but she couldn't move. Her brain kept telling her to dive under a table for cover, but her feet were glued to the ground. ​

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Needing someone to blame, Madeline turned her sharpened gaze towards Elliot. Lights swung overhead and the door to the classroom slammed shut, locking. In front of the door appeared, without warning, someone she'd never seen before. ​

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❝Very well done, I suppose. A bit impulsive, but what can you do?❞​

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❝...Where are your manners? Will you not offer me anything? I greatly enjoy cake and coffee.❞​

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Luckily the suit protected him from the glass, still he jumped and covered his face with his arms. When he lowered them he looked at the new figure.

"Cake and coffee...?" Nothing like that was here. He did, however, go to his bag and search through it for food. He found a snack bar and held it up questionly. "We really don't have much, but you can have this and whatever else I may find. If that works, may we work out a deal?"

 

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Right. Dumb. One more look around the classroom and he went to the teacher's desk. Oh, a coffee maker was there. Stress must have made him missed it before. He rushed over to it now and made a quick cup, hurrying it to the girl.

 

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❝What was it you wished to ask me for?❞​

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She kept her eyes fixed on the woman in purple. This was her? Crestatia...? The woman who had set this whole thing up and ruined what life she had was right here in front of her? Was it because there was a blood sacrifice? But then, why had she wanted to kill Kall-Quintus...the last time? It baffled her. How could she just waltz down before them so plainly? For the first time in a long time, Madeline felt actual terror paralyzing her. It was one thing to see someone possessed, but to have the demon right here in front of them was horrifying. At any point, this demon could alter anything she wanted. She could kill them all right here, as she sipped her coffee.


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Madeline's gaze followed her as she took a seat at the teacher's desk, bringing the mug of coffee to her lips and peering at them with what seemed to be genuine curiosity, through large, doll-like eyes.

 

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Seemed like nothing mattered to her until she got what she wanted. Noted for next time, if there ever was a next time. He didn't know if he could go through this ever again. Sweating and nerves... No thanks.

"Our... My friend Theodore was crushed," probably, "and I wished to make a deal to bring him here. Alive and well. And the hunt for us ended, as well." If it couldn't be ended for everyone than maybe just for them. He'd wait for her reply first though.

 

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Crestatia smiled in a way that unsettled her, so she chimed in. ​

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He cringed at forgetting to specify. But she seemed willing to do what he asked so far and he did not wish to ruin it or upset her by going back on his words. If he had not been set on fire before then maybe he would risk it, but as he had been he couldn't. And maybe it was naive of him but he did hope Madeline really did get a turn. Though it would not surprise him if she didn't. "Yes, we have a deal."

 

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Madeline wanted to cry. Elliot just agreed to a deal when he didn't even know what the demon would take in return. She wanted to melt into the classroom's floor at this point. ​

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Nothing, no thank you. That's what she wanted to say. Elliot had already mentioned Theodore, and the hunt. Though she felt he had butchered his request, saying anything else about bag lady's little adventure seemed redundant. She felt she would be judged harshly for it. ...But better safe than sorry, maybe.​

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"I would like for the air to be clear of radiation and safe for everyone to inhale, again. I would also like to ask that the bag lady's hunt be over and done with, completely, and that she become no longer relevant and everything goes back to normal." ​

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❝...Clever girl. In return for the radiation poisoning, I will completely destroy a city of my choosing. I do not ask anything in return for ending the hunt. Now, do we have a deal?❞​

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Harley wondered why Temperance wanted to talk to him privately. She was a pretty annoying, self-centered *****, but it wasn't a good time for them to be bickering among themselves, so he'd wait until she asked for him.

Now, Bernie was talking and he barely understood a word she was saying. Vanille whispered all the clearer things to him and Kallisti, and Harley gathered that she was suggesting . . . camping? They would need tons of supplies for that, but it seemed that what else they needed could be gathered here, in his house.

" Camping. " He said, standing up. " Going to a sports store and getting tents. Setting up shop in the woods? " In Canada. He looked at Vanille whose mask covered up her expression. He motioned for her to take it off, but she shook her head, and he sighed. " It's not . . . a shitty idea, but it'd take a while to get where we're going, and destruction seems to follow us wherever we go. "

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Everyone was gathered around one very large computer screen, where there was a map of the state of Vashington. It was centered around the Coy City-Brookridge Metroplex, with all of the houses of the fugitives pinned down.

"Sir, I don't believe any of them would be in Coy City still. Most all of them were last seen at the Antilum Laboratories in Brookridge." commented a soldier.

"Fallon said that in the Heckle's Estate, there was a sign written in the handwriting of one Harley Jay Jackson, that they would be going to a place in the mountains." said another with impatience.

"Maybe he was lying, to throw us off?"

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From behind the group, the door flew open and they all turned around in alarm. In the doorway, a soldier was panting and red in the face, "Lilith Lein has escaped - she left a note to where the fugitives are!"

In the overhead office, Lorinda spun a key around her finger, slightly pale in the face.

 

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Headache . . . Throbbing . . . The back of her head hurt.

Slowly, she came to, her eyes fluttering open. Above her was a tall, thick canopy that only bits and pieces of light shone through. Ugh . . . Where was she? With aches in her back, she carefully sat up, tenderly placing her hands on the forest ground. Sprawled out around her were two others; Temperance, and a boy she didn't know but felt she recognized. Where were the others?​

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She gingerly got to her feet and observed her surroundings. Was this a test? Were they being . . . watched? Over to the right, there was an trail that seemed to lead to an open area. To the left, there was another opening, but it was a . . . structure of some sort. Where to go . . . The open road, or to a building where she could potentially be captured?​

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Jessie opened her eyes slowly. She didn't recall falling asleep and certainly in the location she was.
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The first thing she found her eyes placed upon were pictures of the ceiling. The faces were all torn out. She shot up immediately looking around, "Frederick?!"
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Jessie realized fairly quickly that the room she was in was a bedroom of some form. She quickly limped to the door and tried to open it up. To her dismay it did not. There was a computer there as well but it wouldn't exactly help anyone if she messaged for help and she didn't know where she was. That and she had no one to contact. The room appeared to resemble that of a child's.

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She was not entirely sure if the one before her was still alive, but she knew first aid for heart attack from a book she had read. She moved quickly over to the figure and picked him up, moving him to the bed with the canopy. She placed her palm on his chest and pressed down. She repeated this about 30 times before she opened the male's mouth and breathed into it. She then repeated the same step again, but counted to 10 this time rather than 30.
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Marina's eyelids fluttered open and she found herself lying on an uncomfortably hard surface. She sat upright, leaning against the glossy tile wall. A sharp pain shot through both of her legs and a foul odor permeated her sinuses. She glanced around and took a sharp intake of breath. The floor was covered in a layer of dirt and grime and a wave of nausea instantly washed over her. Her eyes open to a spacious, dark, damp cellar/ basement. There are bottles there filled with limbs, medicines and things she could not even recognize. Her eyes drifted to the windows up above, only to see that they were barred. How was she supposed to get out?--especially with two injured legs. "Hello?" Marina called out. Her eyes rested on a crib. There also seems to be quite a lot of baby stuff down there--cribs, empty bottles, ripped stuffed animals.

She squinted her eyes, adjusting to the dim lighting, and noticed a few other humanoid shapes with her. "Eh-hem," she cleared her throat. "Who is down here?" Marina could of sworn one of the shapes moved over to her, but when she blinked again, it was gone. Fear, pain, and anxiety began to well up inside her like a dam ready to burst.

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Bernie gasped for air as the freezing water surrounded her. Her eyes searched frantically for something to hold onto. There was nothing there but water. It was everywhere. The level seemed to be getting higher and when she glanced up to search for something above, the ceiling appeared as if it was getting lower. Her eyes widened and she looked at the others in terror. Harley, Thomas, and Madeline seemed to be struggling with her. Madeline was there? That was confusing, but the fact that they were also in a room surrounded in freezing water was enough to explain it. Weird was their life now. It was a simple fact. She shivered in the water and she could physically feel her lips turning purple. "H-Harley?" It was already up to her shoulders. They would either drown or be squished. Neither of those sounded like fun options.

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"Temperance . . ." A soft voice called out to her and for a moment she wondered if she had gone through with it. Her memory seemed foggy. The last thing she clearly remembered was sitting in the living room talking about camping. What could she have done that cause memory loss. "I think I might go to that building," the voice commented. Her eyes fluttered open to see Quintus hovering above her.

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"What the fuck are you looking at?" she spat before standing up. There was grass beneath her and trees around her. Off to the right there was a car sitting alongside an open road. How did they get here? They had all been captured or something, she vaguely remembered that, but why was she standing in the middle of nowhere? Temperance followed Quintus's pointed finger with her gaze and saw a building off to the left. It looked like some sort of institution. Weird... "Where are the others?" She glanced around, but couldn't seem to find anyone else out there with them. With a disgruntled sigh, she shoved her hands in her pockets and moved towards the building. This is probably a very bad idea.

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Holy fuck - talk about a rude awakening. Harley didn't remember much from before he crashed, but he did remember Vanille screaming his name as they were shipped away in separate trucks.

Just a few moments after his eyes opened, he realized he was more freezing than he had been in a long time. For a moment, he recalled his travel to the English Channel and his stupid attempt to try and swim it. He had been just fourteen. That water had been cold - but this . . . This felt like what the Atlantic must have felt like the night the Titanic went down. He was immediately trying to control his violent shivering.

His clothing consisted of a pair of simple black shorts and nothing else.

When he fully stood, there were three other bodies floating in the water. Dead? No. Madeline, Bernadette, and Thomas. Where were the others? He assumed different places. Fuck, this water was freezing.

" Hey, wake up, " he said, not meaning to bark the words. Shit. Cold. It was cold.

" H - Harley? " Bernadette.

He Quickly moved to pull them up because he was tall and . . . the water was up to his chest. Or getting up there. Was the ceiling getting lower, too? Fucking hell.

He looked around the water-filled room; the walls were dark and the water seemed to be coming from below. Was there a way to stop it? " C'mon kiddos, this ain't the time, wake up. "

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Upon first hearing Temperance's voice, Kallisti sighed. She thought, after everything they had all been through, the girl would be more . . . cordial - at least decent in behavior. Apparently not.

" The others are not here. " she replied shortly, and began walking without even waiting to see if the boy would wake up. " If you have to, come along. Perhaps the others will be in the building. "

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Vanille found herself laying on a hard, metallic surface - she scrunched up her face at how cool and uncomfortable the metal was against her skin. When she opened her eyes, they were met with . . . more metal? Her hands were tied up. So were her legs.

On first instinct she began to start hyperventilating, but then quickly calmed down. Taking a breath, she wrenched her neck to look at her hands. There was a curved opened above her, but outside it she could only see a damp wall.

Should she call out? What if someone could hear her? Why was she in this thing?

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Cold. It was so cold, and wet, and what the hell! Madeline's eyes shot open under water, stinging from the sudden exposure. She gasped in surprised, inhaling a mouth full of water and flailing around beneath the surface in a panic for a bit before instinctively kicking her way up. When she could breathe again, she coughed and sputtered, her stomach emptying the water back out in front of her. She felt sick, dazed and terrified. It was so cold! Where was she?

Spinning around, she could see a few others. Harley, accent girl, and Thomas...Thomas! She splashed around for a bit in an attempt to wade over to him.

"Th-Thomas!" She was overjoyed that he was alright, thought she knew this wasn't the time to catch up. Her eyes glided across the lowering ceiling and then back around them. What was happening? Why were they there?

" C'mon kiddos, this ain't the time, wake up. "

Her chest tightened with panic. This wasn't the time--what was happening? They had to get out. Immediately, Madeline strayed from Thomas' side and started to attempt pushing the walls. Maybe there was a secret compartment or a loose brick??? She tried to look down into the dark water to find where the source of it was, but had no luck. ****. ​

 

"Jesus!" He managed to choke out. That water was cold! What? Why was he surrounded in water!? And, he patted his face and sighed in relief. He still had his glasses on, he couldn't tell just by sight alone. It was pretty dark in here and the water was getting higher. He squinted up at ceiling and noticed the declining ceiling. That was definitely a problem. He noticed talking and was internally glad he wasn't alone. But now didn't seem like the best time for niceties, and so he took a deep got to the point. "Uh, hey guys, I think we should check underwater. Maybe we can feel the pump for this water or something." He tried to wipe his glasses dry and failed. Ugh. He took a deep breath and felt his way to the bottom of the room.

Thir wasn't much luck there, the power to push water out at the rate it was drowning them made some pretty strong currents. He was tossed about quite a bit before he had to resurface. He swam to Madeline's side and began to help her, shift his energy to her idea of a loose brick or secret something, anything to get them out. He would dive again later.