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Once the train reached the station, Cristina stood up and got off. Most of the group seemed as if they were going to explore the campus grounds, but she felt drained. Everything that had happened today had made her extremely tired, not to mention the fact that she had gotten no sleep the night before. Before leaving, she waved off to Harley and Kallisti.

Cristina first went to find out where her room was. The lady at the housing office seemed extremely nice considering that it was late at night. She told Cristina where her room was located but did not tell her who her roommate was going to be. Cristina was a bit disappointed, but decided just to find her room. The halls were quiet. Is it past curfew? Is there even a curfew? She wondered to herself.

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Did he just....vomit? Ah, that was...really not cool. He would have commented but what came next was far too interesting to be ignored. So that girl he brought with him - Elenora? - was the other demon's vessel? Wow, he wasn't exactly expecting that. He thought they would just grab someone at random and not exactly be bound to one person. Though maybe since this wasn't Analynne's game she had to. That would make sense...right?

Actually, no. Nothing made sense yet since there were far too many loose ends. At least now they finally knew more about this other thing though, which was a great help. But if summoning Enny brought upon all that chaos...was it worth it? Maybe. If they were very careful about it. But they were not the ones playing the game? Hm... Oh. If the demons were the players then they were simply the pieces. Right?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. It was a rule! A rule he broke! Oh, he was slow to come to realize this, having focused on the whole vessel thing first but...he was talking to someone about to die? Not only that but this person marked for death was with the rest of them. Oh no.

He could barley register his request, though took note of it, as panic took hold. First he was in this small space and now this... How would one even survive a train crash? Oh no. Or would something else happen?

"I'll watch her..." he mumbled, on the verge of vomiting himself though he resisted. He had to maintain his hero's image after all. "And make sure nothing happens to her."

Were they going to get off soon? He really wanted to get off. Oh. Oh! The train stopped. Thank god. He just needed to finish this up then he was free!

 

It was a lonely day that was for sure. Crystal saw nor heard from anyone about anything. She didn't expect it however. She knew no one from the school not knew anyone from her neighborhood. It was apparent that some students from the school lived there but she was still unknown to all of them. She went to her Tumblr to write a poem like she does every night. No one ever knew about them though. They were always overlooked as garbage.
The night had fallen and she changed into her pajamas. She covered herself in sheets to create a pitch black atmosphere. Cuddling up with Silver, she would drift into sleep. "Tomorrow will just be a repeat of today."

 

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It was then that she tilted her head at an email with no subject. What was this? Her curious eyes narrowed slightly, making out every word. 100...Days to...live? What did that mean? Wait...There was a 'John' on this list...Other names, too. Like Heidi, the girl who had upset everyone...Temperance, Madeline...She recognized those, too...And her own. ​

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Her voice was too quiet. She didn't see him, either. As she stood up, the backpack dropped to the ground and a few items of clothing spilled out. She knelt and started to gather them, lifting her eyes every once and a while to search for John, but then a bell went off and the train halted, signifying that it was time to get off. ​

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Cherno gazed on intently at the sickened John as he explained his heart out to them. Annalynne. Annalynne. That-- that e-mail. Thank god Cherno still remembered the things to do with the e-mail. He guessed they were just that significant, right? He held a hand to his chin, pondering and turning over all which John explained about the situation. Annalynne was the witch that Crestatia seemed to hate. Who was it that even solved the riddle? Oh. He absentmindedly rested his good hand on Anthony's head in a fit of unconscious affection. Disasters? Eclipses? The earthquake. Did-- did Cherno really knock his head hard enough on Tyrone's table to have missed all of those insane weather shenanigans. If the harrowing events John described were accurate in detail -- Cherno's eyes widened -- this was definitely getting serious.

John looked desperate. Cherno was flat-faced and walked over to him, holding him by the shoulders. He gazed sharply into John's fiery, evangelical eyes -- and what he saw in them was definitely a sense of fear, a sense of uncertainty. Even in him, out of all of them. In this empty car, the dimmed lights served to host the expanse of dark forest that served as the train's only outside company.

Annalyne was in one of them. But it was clear that this would be their advantage.

"John," Cherno began, still holding him steady. "There's no question that your little friend Hyperborea will rightly be protected. Because she'll be protected faster than a jive robin lindy hopping down Baker Street like it was a West Coast grill, you dig, brother?" Hyperborea was the name he said, right? "Steady yourself, man. We need to clean up the mess. Both on the floor there and up in this shizzle grill house that we call a relationship among all of us with the e-mail."

He let go of John and turned to Anthony, but absentmindedly spoke to both of them in the depths of his thoughts. "This here is an advantage. We've got little Annalynne by our side at all times, and there's no question about protecting her, even if she was just Hyperborea, because all of the e-mail go-getters are in this together, right?" Even if he barely knew them. "We've come to get a funky little detail from this. Namely, we know to play this game intelligently. Sure jolly, I'm happenstance with that, what say you?"

"I think it'd be the best if the others knew about playing the game intelligently. To me," Cherno coughed a bit. The riffraff was still noisy from the few cars away. He didn't want to think about anything involving that situation right now. In fact, he had been overjoyed to hear his friend talking about something he wanted to be more pressing. "To me, it mighty seems like our jolly fellow friends are already busy not playing the game intelligently. Amends, amends are necessary!" Cherno dramatically threw his hands up into the air.

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xxxxxxxxxx For a long time, everything had been silenced in Kallisti's mind. Nothing could be heard but an extremely faint dripping that seemed to happen every ten seconds. In between the drips, there was a deafening silence, one she thought she couldn't stand to hear much longer, until the next sound brought her relief. How strange, how terrible . . . Long periods of pain for just a brief moment of relief. It felt like this for a long time. It was all cold.

Eternities later, a warmth began to sink in to the black, the drips were becoming more often, and then it began to sound like rain. The rain, mixed with the warmth . . . Soothing. The black expanded, colors began to fade in, and light fell through.

Kallisti opened her blue eyes and found herself looking at the metal floor of the train. They were still on it. The warmth enveloped her, and when she shifted slightly, it loosened up. She saw the familiar Converse and let out a shaky breath. Harley, he was holding her, why? Maybe she had fallen asleep? All around her, besides the pattern of the train running across the tracks and the soft murmur of other civilians, it was quiet. How strange; everyone had seemed to talkative before . . .

When I tell you not to think about something anymore, you listen to me. I don't want to go through this again, you hear? I do not know what you are talking about . . . Have I done something wrong? Yeah, you didn't listen to me. Don't let it happen again. I do what's best for you and me. Understand? I understand . . .

Kallisti still had no idea what Kal ( what she decided to call the other voice ) was talking about. What had she done wrong? Why was Kal so angry with her? Or frustrated, at the very least . . .

At last, she pulled herself away from Harley, and he looked at her with an unusual expression in his eyes. She was unused to this look on him, so foreign . . . He was actually worried about her.

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xxxxxxxxxx Harley was never one to be disappointed in himself, and he definitely wasn't now. What Heidi had said was thoughtless and was with a complete lack of disregard. Seeing Kallisti in such a state shook him, humbled him, made him want to tear the world apart because she was feeling like that. Originally, when Heidi had curled up, he felt no remorse over his actions - to be perfectly honest, he still didn't.

The thing about it was . . . well, Heidi didn't know any better, not really. Harley knew, after talking to her at the hot springs, that she was schizophrenic, that she had some serious stuff going on in her head. He didn't know specifically what it was - could have been anything, really. Music, imagery, hallucinations, voices . . . If he remembered correctly, most schizophrenics heard voices, some faint, others . . . not so much. Not to mention, how could Heidi have known about Kallisti's relationship with Madeline - whatever that may have been - it wasn't like she had hovered around them or overheard. Not that he knew of, anyway.

Now that he had cleared it up, though, without yelling, she would probably know better for next time. He would have to apologize, soon, if he wanted to save what little friendship he had started with her. After all . . . It felt like no one else was going to protect her from herself.

" Friend, " a voice came, and Harley looked to see Cherno who was slightly pale, " I don't think it would do any of us any good if we start grabbing at each others' throats so soon after two - I - " He watched the slightly shorter Cherno tumble over his words. He'd had a relationship with Temperance. Harley might be the same, in his position. " We don't want repeats. We've got to learn from our mistakes. Try and understand that she didn't mean any harm with what she said, you dig? " Harley was ten moves ahead of this guy, he already knew that, " She's like a little kid, you know. " Take back ten, maybe eleven or twelve.

She had run out of the car. He sighed to himself, mentally rubbing his temples. He hoped she would stay so that he could say sorry now - but maybe the effect wouldn't have been as strong. Later then, definitely.

He knew, though, he knew that Heidi's words had affected him just as much as it had Kallisti. She and he were in the same boat - in fact, he wouldn't be surprised if they grew closer because of it. " I hear you. " Harley said, calmly, no threat in his tone like before, " I'll make sure to apologize to her, soon. What about yourself, hmm? Saw that she struck a little heart string there, almost broke it, looks like. You sure you're good? " Cherno had walked away.

Kallisti was awake now, he hadn't realized she pulled herself away from him, " Hey . . . " he said, in a slightly weak voice, " You alright, there? " He didn't know what else to say.

She looked at him, her pupils dilated, but she smiled slightly, " I am fine. " she said, her tone curious, " Are you well? "

He could have laughed at that question, but he didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out his phone to see another message from Alli. Oh, he could use some cheering up . . .

So dude. Whatever happened with quintus? ​

You never did tell me. Also how's the ride? ​

Making new friends? I hope you're not disturbing anyone.​

. . . Ha. Fucking. Ha.

Everything's just peachy, Alli.​

Just. Fucking. Peachy.​

I'll tell you about Kallisti, later.​

Hope to see you soon. I could use a friend.​

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Harley sighed, and Kallisti leaned back into the seats, humming to herself. Did she repress her memories, again? He almost wished she didn't do that. He leaned back into the seat, as well. Cristina was still next to him, he should talk to her. He didn't feel like it. What did Anthony think of him now? That kid . . . These kids . . . They were all gonna be the death of him.

They had finally arrived, and Harley wasted no time dragging Kallisti off the train, her not even complaining in the slightest. The first thing he saw was a giant castle. Swanky place, this was. How was he going to fit in, here? Eh, he didn't care. It was a nice place. He didn't know if others were following him, but he decided it would be a good idea to find their rooms or explore a little bit. With Kallisti's hand in his, he began to walk.

 

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Bronagh felt the train stop and immediately she needed to get off the train. She grabbed her bag and ran off hyperventilating as she got off and collapsed on the ground outside. She wanted to scream but kept herself from doing so. She looked at one passerby who was concerned and said, "Oh it's fine! I just tripped is all."​

She started to walk slower and found herself reaching for her phone, when she did she instinctively looked at it. And turned to the email again. When she scrolled down she saw names... there was only one thing she had to do to get this off her mind, ask one of these people on the list if the email is true or not.​

Huh, wasn't she a little jumpy at that one moment, "What the heck is wrong with me? Why am I so jumpy, I'm never this jumpy... it's just. a spam. email." she replied this to herself intending for it to be a whisper, instead it was in her normal speaking voice and it wasn't reassuring. But she did not notice she spoke that loud.​

 

Once the train had stopped, Alex got up and grabbed his stuff before exiting. It didn't take him too long to find his way to his new room. Taking out the room key he was given, he opened the door and placed his stuff next to the bed. The next thing he knew, he was lying face down on the bed, soon drifting to sleep.

 

John shook his head to wake himself. He listened to both Anthony and Cherno, and he actually smiled when his best friend defended him and Eleanora. He couldn't save or protect her, like this at least. It was best to leave it up to them. "I am telling you both incase she needs protecting, I don't think anyone should know she's a vessel of anything. Just the other information should be spread."He yawned quietly and noticed that they were running out of time to get off the rail.

He walked with them back to their car, sad and relieved to find her still there. He had to get his things after all. But after this he needed to lay low. "How did you like riding on the monorail?"

 

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The dorm room which she found herself in seemed to be two rooms put together and split down the middle. Each side had a bed, small dresser, and a night stand with a lamp on it. Very nice, since she couldn't possibly bring her own dresser here. Moving it would be such a pain.

She just hoped she could remain room mate free as she was now. It was such a blessing, to be unbothered throughout the day while she happily unpacked her things. Though every once and a while she shot Kasey a text, asking to bring one thing or another to her whenever the other girl had the time. So many things she wished to have and yet so little space.

Everything was finished rather early, leaving her the day to explore the place, which turned out much bigger than she thought. So by the time she returned to her room she was completely worn out and ended up falling asleep nearly instantly.

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Once that was settled Anthony couldn't get off the train fast enough. One off he began thinking back on what Joan had said, storing all the data for future reference as well. It wasn't confusing by itself, but he remained unable to see the bigger picture. Were the two witches fighting each other and using humans as their pieces? To meet what end? Where exactly did they come in?

It could be possible that they placed bets on which one would last longest, but that didn't seem plausible at the time. It just felt like he needed one more piece and suddenly things would make a lot more sense. Until then, though, he began to marvel at the building. What a neat place...

Oh. But no he had to stay here. Wandering off now, right after promising to watch that Elenora girl, would bring him dishonor. So he waited around, hoping she would get off the train soon.

 

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Cherno stepped out of the monorail and deftly walked towards the enormous, looming building in the distance. In the blistering shadows of the night, the enormous walls of the Academy extended brightly out of seas of gardens and trees around it. It only took him a brief moment to approach the main gates of the school, but when he did, his mind -- to put it simply -- could have never comprehended the sheer size and magnitude of the entire school.

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Cherno stepped into the Main Hall. Softly-lit torches adorned old, wooden-paneled walls carved intricately and inlaid with gold. This was more a castle than a school, wasn't it? His feet echoed loudly upon the black and white marble floor, and he slumped down on one of the nearby velvet seats in the foyer. Above him, an enormous chandelier hung from a fresco painted high upon the structure's arches. And this was only the reception building.

He didn't want to check into his room just yet. He would wait to see what the others were up to. But for now? For now, he really liked this place.

 

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Aah, her fingers were trembling. She picked her backpack up. It was so heavy. Everything felt really...heavy. Was that even the word? She didn't know. She didn't feel good at all. Almost desperately, she grabbed John's hand and left the train with him. The other's were still loitering around a bit and it made her anxious. She was about to mention the email to him, but instead her eyes locked onto the amazingly tall towers overhead. Was this...the academy? It looked just like a castle!--Wait, no, no excitement. Worry. ​

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Allison didn't get a chance to respond back to Harley's reply as she too had arrived at the academy a little after their train did. Hurriedly getting off and running to the entrance, she caught them all in the grand reception building. The place was like freaking Dogwarts. And she didn't even read Barry Motter. Still though, she was in a hurry. It sounded like things went way south according to Harley's text. He said he needed a friend. She was a friend. She would find Harley and be a good friend. Unfortunately, Allison had no idea where he or Quintus were. They could be anywhere at this point because of how late she was. A person could disappear in a few seconds. They can be long gone in a few minutes. Looking around and rushing, she tried to calm down and think, but this was a new place. She had no idea where to start. Ask someone. What? Ask that guy there. Your 'rival'. It was then that Allison spotted Cherno sitting in one of the cushy chairs in the place. If she went to ask him where Harley went, that would possibly be the first time they had ever actually interacted. She liked to think of herself as an intellectual "rival of sorts" to the guy when in reality, she was no such thing. At all. In the slightest. She had tried to get his inside history jokes and stuff, but she never could. She just didn't have the brains. Not to mention the courage to even announce this "rivalry". Probably for the best since it was so ridiculously silly and old news by this point. That was all last year.

Finally approaching Cherno, and noticing that he looked extremely worn out, but already having made her presence known poised for a question she couldn't back out of, Allison asked him, "Sorry 'bout this, Cherno, but do you know which way Harley went?...with Quintus?"

 

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Cherno looked up from his slouched position to see the confused, inquisitive face of a black-haired girl. Who was this, now? He-- wait, she was at the hot springs with Harley, right? Aaaack. He didn't even remember her name. Cherno grimaced in pain for a moment as he attempted to scrounge his memory, but to no avail. His face loosened back into a jovial grin.

"H--hey there! Glad you could make it! Uh," He paused. She wanted Harley -- and Quin. Of course. Where did those two go anyway?
"I haven't the foggiest, sorry there. Maybe looking around the place can help you see them? I'll come with in a jiff. I just-- I just need a bit of rest. Did ya ask the lads and lassies still out by the cars?" That's right. He wondered why John and Anthony were taking a bit longer than he expected them to. Where were Harley and Quin?

 

She kept saying his name, was she worried? He felt his heart beat faster in his chest as she dragged him outside and he couldn't think about it, it made him too sad for some reason. He saw her stop and heard her stutter as he prepared himself for what he was going to do. Telling himself that it was just temporary to assuage himself as he made sure his backpack was on tight. He prayed it would come quick or not at all. John stared down at the girl, he moved, sudden, brisk, calcuting his arms wrapped around her smaller frame, he held and hugged her tight as people milled about around them. "Hey...I'm sorry, I just really need a hug." He spoke quietly but made sure he was near her ear as he relished in this dosage of human contact. She would be safe with the young Hero, and normalacy in a dorm. And Cherno would be safe too.

John let her go and kept his hands on her shoulders, giving her one of his true smiles as he spoke gently too her. "This my number. Save and call or text me any time. The mean lady is very mad at me for bringing out Analynne, so for everyone's safety and mine, I'm going to lay low. You see that guy over there, you can count on him now so don't worry." John's fingers messed up her cap as he tussled the cap and hair on her head. "I'll be back when it's safe. And take this." he removed his backpack and began to dig around it, where was it...a violet, plastic rosary it's beads making clacks as he gave it to her. He left it in the bag because it made him feel Catholic, apparently there was one in every Two Sister's cathedral backpack.

John straightened his backpack said goodbye and left in the crowd of people at the station. He forced himself to breathe and not cry, his feet took him to the registration hall, where got his room key, trudged to his room and got ready for bed before crawling into it. He then got his pillow wet as his eyes just couldn't hold the floods. Sleep took him mercifully.

 

Heidi slipped out of the bathroom quietly as the train came to a stopped. She needed to get out unseen. She fled the car and ran off the train, alone. The air was cold and the sky was dark. It was night time in brookridge. The air was bitter cold, but it didn't matter. She needed to find some place away from these people. Everything she did was wrong. Heidi sprinted off in the direction leading away from the castle-like academy. It was monstrous, but she didn't have time to marvel in its beauty.

Her arms pumped as the tears streaked down her face. Her heart thumped and the blood pounded in her ears. The school faded in the background as she ran away. Run away. It was a common theme amongst her. She always ran away. If only they didn't keep picking her up. She wanted to be alone. Heidi ran until she couldn't see the school anymore. It was the middle of nowhere. She did her best to make a small nest to keep warm. It wasn't her first time, after all. She curled up under a pile of brush, hugging the sweatshirts tightly to her body and closed her eyes.

 

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He was already gone, though. Before he left, she could have sworn she saw a color change in his aura. A brilliant shade of gold...the color melted away into the distance. She looked down at the rosary and stopped her lip from trembling as she wrapped it around her neck. What now? She hadn't even gotten to ask him about the email...​

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Did she sound rude? She had tried to soften her tone at the end. She wasn't angry, just sad. The boy looked younger than John. How old? What was he like? Why him? ...What now? She should probably go to her room, but she wanted to meet the stranger. It was too dark to tell, but she thought for a moment she noticed a difference in his eye colors...Probably not. ​

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A migraine soon assaulted the teen, though he felt it wasn't a worthy punishment for his twisted mind, he still accepted it as punishment. The train soon came to a close and Altair got up to get Heidi. Taking the bag she left behind he walked over to the bathroom in order to get her. At first he only wished to give her some time for herself, but that proved to be a terrible mistake.

Realizing that Heidi had gone off, Altair rushed out of the train "Shit shit SHIT" Altair muttered as he rushed out into Brookbridge. His search began and although the night he searched for the girl. His head was killing him and fatigue began to assault his body, but the teen continued to search for the girl. In the end he couldn't endure anymore, his mind was killing him too much and the dark atmosphere made it impossible for him to find her. For now the teen needed rest before he passed out. Returning to the grand school building, Altair registered himself and got a room. With room in tow Altair headed to the room and collapsed on the bed, falling fast asleep.

 

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He glanced to John and Elenora a few times but stayed put; even he can tell when people were having a moment that was best not interrupted. Normally he did so anyway, but this time he left the two be. Though it did not take long before he was approached.
"Nora? I like that, so I'll use that one!" Wow what a cool name, he thought as he gave the girl his full attention now. She seemed rather down, was it from Joan's departure? He did not know their relationship, but apparently they were close. This was rather sad seeing as John was probably...

Smiling now he realized he should introduce himself. "My name is Anthony, the mighty hero of the estate!"

 

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Hero? She wondered what he was the hero of, but genuinely smiled. He seemed energetic and fun. It was almost enough to ease the ache in her chest. Good. At least John hadn't left her completely alone. Though...she had to wonder about this 'mean lady'. Had she done this? She shouldn't have preformed that summon. ​

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