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Quin spoke out using the device, " Do not antagonize her, Harley. What are you doing here?" Harley sighed, and Cristina relaxed a bit. She closed the door, and walked over to the bed.

" I only came to check on you," he replied to Quin. That's nice of him. He cared so much for her, making Cristina wonder again if they were really just cousins. For a moment, she had felt Harley's gaze shift to the scars on Quin's legs, reminding Cristina of them. Oh no. She quickly sat down on the bed and covered her legs with the blanket again. Grabbing her sketchbook from the side, she placed it in her lap.

"I hope I'm not treading on anything private. I was just wondering if I could steal Kallisti for a little while. Only if it's okay with you, that is. It is your body after all," Harley asked. Cristina didn't have any problem with it, but she was a bit worried about Quin. Would she be okay? Even if she was to accompany the two, Cristina would not be able to prevent her from feeling ill.

"I don't mind, but Quin, what do you say?" Cristina asked.

 

xxxxx"Can you check the right pocket in your pants to see if there is a key?"

xxxxxWithout taking eyes off of Bronagh's hand, Marina slipped the free one into the pocket and pulled out a cool, smooth, metal key and slid it across the table to the other girl. "It is there only because I removed it from your room yesterday." The free hand was returned to trailing the lines in Bronagh's palm. She had already memorized everything she needed to kow, but felt the need to keep studying anyway.

xxxxx "Um... may I ask what you are doing?"

xxxxxMarina sighed. How many times had she explained this in the last few days? She took her eyes off of the palm, set both hands down flat on the table, and gazed up at Bronagh. She had already informed her of being psychic, had she not? Was it that hard to understand from the knowledge she had provided the girl with? "I was inspecting your life line. There is a line in your palm that you are born with, and each day it grows shorter, but it typically shrinks so slowly that you would never notice. It ticks away with each passing day until you inevitably die and the line is gone completely. Normally the rate to which it shrinks is indecipherable, unless you are ill to the point of death. It does not account for accidents or third party circumstances, only the condition of your body. The only time anyone can usually notice a difference is in those that have terminal cancer or something of the sort."

xxxxxShe reached out, collecting her true hand and flipping it over without any sort of approval from Bronagh. "This right here. You see how it stops here and down not extend to the heel, that is because it is shrinking so quickly. With each day that passes in the game, another bit of the line disappears. So many people have been wasting their days, spending time unaware of this email or not taking advantage of what little time they have left. It is rather sad actually." Her eyes moved to Theodore as she dropped the hand and leaned back in the chair. "We must head back to campus. It would probably be wise if you accompanied us." Marina picked up her phone from the table and dialed the number to the taxi service. She told them of the pick up location and the drop off and they informed her of a tentative fifteen minute arrival to the apartment.

xxxxxShe nodded even though they could not see, then tapped the end call button on the screen. "Fifteen minutes," she informed them, before heading off to the bedroom to gather some things.

 

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Ben walked down through the campus to the Ishmael Coffee, listening to the clack of the his shoes on the pavement. Why would he want to get coffee from there? The thought of the bitter liquid touching his taste buds made him shudder, yet somehow he couldn't help but want to drink some of it. Was it because of Olivia's body? No. He knew how much she loved her tea.​

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Ben's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of vibrations. He turned his head to the source, Olivia's purse. It must be her phone. He rifled through the contents of the purse, before finding the device. He looked at the name displayed on the screen. It was him. No, that wasn't it. His phone. Whoever was currently in his body was calling him. Was it Olivia? Ben decided that a one-way swap was probably the most likely possibility and clicked answer on the phone, putting the device up to his ear. "Hello?"​

 

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Bronagh grabbed the key and listened in interest at what she had said. She found it interesting, it was certainly something she didn't spend much time looking into. Nor had she read a book about it. She did know about palm reading, but she hadn't delved into it because it really hadn't peaked her interest to the point of learning.​

Not that she wanted to be a psychic anyway, it was just Writer's Inspiration.​

Bronagh watched Marina leave and spoke, "Maybe that's what I should do with my time... live my life to the fullest. I did say it before as a joke... but... maybe that's what I need to do."​

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Magnificent! Olivia let out a gentle yet haughty chuckle of triumph as the phone was picked up on the other end.

"Ben? Is that you, dear? You are in my body, yes? For it appears I have found yourself in my own. I am sure we have quite a bit to discuss regarding this predicament. We must meet in a public location, for I plan to gather a number of the Brookridge denizens to attempt and deal with this strange e-mail occurrence. It certainly serves us right for disbelieving in it."

Olivia looked to the window. The cold winter breeze buffetted the icy glass. "Please check on my dear Viola when you have time. Also, I am going to make sure your body gets into better shape. You are as stiff as oversteeped rooibos." Olivia attempted to hold back a chuckle. "Please give me a location of rendezvous."

"And Ben dear, if you have done a veritable thing to my body, then--" She lowered her voice on the phone to a playful yet sinister whisper -- "I'll just have to explore each and every one of your personal secrets myself."

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Cherno -- the Cherno in Hyperborea's small body, stood before the door of his former residence. He had been mildly thankful that the others did not see him tumbling around on his small feet getting used to this body. He breathed in deeply. Was she still in here? He hoped with whatever small fraction of hope he had left in his heart, held his breath, and knocked on the door with as hard a force as his delicate hands would allow him.

 

"Sorry! I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of this." He said, flushing and feeling foolish for having missed that part of the talk. He was so busy preparing and thinking that he'd forgotten simple manners. He cleared his throat and gave the new girl a small smile. "I'm Marcus. Marcus Nunn." Why not say his last name. If he was being careful and was right in his assumption that these people believed in the 'email', then maybe they'd notice his name. He shrugged, that was irrelevant, so he quickly dismissed the idea and instead spoke about the message that Altair had mentioned. "You mentioned a message. From the third letter of the alphabet?" He double checked his phone quickly to see if he'd broken some kind of rule. He felt a bit paranoid but it was better safe then sorry. His mind was assuaged soon though, other then the intelligible rule, simply saying the word's message, and from a person named C, couldn't possibly get him in trouble. Right?

 

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"That is correct, C or otherwise known as Crestatia has sent us the message." Altair said closing his eyes with a casual smile "whether you believe it or not, that is unfortunately your problem." Altair said as he opened his eyes once more and stared back at his body's occupant "nonetheless the fact is that the three of us in this room...who all were given the exact same email, were all suddenly body switch. Its logical to believe that this could be the work of our dear Crestatia" Altair said.

Closing his eyes once more Altair began to walk towards the door "Well then, your friends must be waiting for you, lets be off shall we? We can talk more about this later on" Altair said with a smile as he glanced over at Heidi. There was one this thing that plagued his mind one thing he really hoped was a mere coincidence. He heard the name of Casey and if it meant anything then the boy that called him brother was also a part of this game.

 

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Matt fell asleep again?? I'm not really sure where or when but he did. It was probably still near Zoey. This post is probably cheating but he hadn't really done anything and I needed to end his day somehow so I don't know what to do. So yeah, now, he's asleep...again. Boy, this guy sure does sleep a lot.

 

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"And Ben dear, if you have done a veritable thing to my body, then... I'll just have to explore each and every one of your personal secrets myself." Ben gulped.​

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"Of course, I haven't," he replied. He wouldn't have in the first place, but now that he'd been threatened, he'd make extra sure not to. Though the girl was over a year his junior, he still feared the contact of her épée. Where to rendezvous? He was already on his way to Ishmael Coffee, but that wouldn't work. It would be too hard to converse in a large group. The library? No, they'd have to keep their discussions to a minimum there. "I'll think of something for the rendezvous."​

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Something else was digging at his mind. "Any idea where Elliot is? He was gone when I woke up." Quickly he added, "After I read my letter, not this morning."​

 

sinc hyuge-chan only has one hand to type with, and needs to get shit moving forward, we are saying that marina was al "whatevs bronagh. idgaf." then got in the cab to head back to campus with or without the others. she didn't care and was all "i'm heading back to your room bronagh. you go to mine. it's the one with the drapes in front of the door. here is my key." then was all "theodore, i am finding you tomorrow. you have dylan's bod, after all." then headed for bro's room in the girl's dorm.

heidi was all "yeah altair let's go." then walked to the girl's dorm with him and marcus and went into zoey's room. saw everyone was weirdly asleep again and that harley was gone and was all "wtf where did har-har go?? oh well. . ." then walked out after setting the clothes down on a table. then hyuge-chan decided she would post a proper post later but for now is all whatevs you bitches made me wait all fucking day yesterday and today when today was my day off and is now spending time with my boyfriend so yea. then they headed back in the direction of the boy's dorm. most likely altair's. unless they decide to go to marcus's instead. idk...idc. and run into theodore and dylan.. . ..unless theo doesn't go there. but idgaf anymore. will think of something better later when bitches don't make me wait.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti was surprised and unnerved to see her cousin occupying the body of her best friend. It didn't feel right, for she knew that Harley disliked Tyler a great deal. She was curious as to how he felt about having switched bodies with him.

He spoke so easily to her roommate and she didn't like it; she wished him gone. What business had he with her, in any matter? Annoying . . . When he asked if Cristina would mind if he took her for a little while, she was actually hoping the girl would say no, but . . .

" I don't mind, but Quin, what do you say? "

Kallisti bit her lip and tried her best not to let a dark look pass her face. Cristina couldn't know any better, there was no use in being upset with her. She silently sighed. She should go with Harley; the last thing she wanted was to make a scene of things in front of Cristina. Begrudgingly, she typed a message into the device and let it speak for her, " I do not mind, at all. " she lied. At least the device would not betray her, nor how she was feeling, " Let me dress properly and we will be on our way. "

A few minutes later, Kallisti was ready to set off, " I shall return, soon. " she told Cristina, and then passed Harley without a care of his person, and left the room.

Harley looked back at Cristina and smiled easily, " Actually, I might not bring her back tonight. " he told her, " But don't worry, I'll take good care of her, and your body. " And waving at Cristina, he followed his cousin out of the room, " You came with me so willingly. " he said to Kallisti as soon as he had found her standing against the wall. She looked away with a huff and he remembered that she wouldn't truly be able to voice her opinions, protests, or thoughts.

She began to walk and soon realized that she didn't know where Harley wanted to take her. Stopping, a small, protesting pout on her face, she looked back at her cousin and he laughed. Oh, she certainly disliked spending time with this boy, what a pest he was! It certainly wasn't any better that he was in Tyler's body - and no matter what, she could not be angered at the face of him . . .

The two of them traveled in quiet to Ishmael Coffee, and Kallisti was grateful for that; she wanted to keep their interaction to a minimum. How strange it would be to anyone who could see them; Tyler Ashes and Cristina Wilson, walking together. Perhaps it wasn't that strange?

Without much event, they two arrived at the slightly empty cafe, and Kallisti was reminded of the gruesome death of Thomas Adams. She always seemed to remember that boy she had little interaction with at the strangest of times. Then there was that little tinge of familiarity that came with. He had known someone else, had a friend she was acquainted with . . . It bothered her a great deal.

When they walked in, Harley saw a familiar glint of starlight and looked to see what it was. That bright hair, he recognized i - oh. Olivia, yes he remembered her. She was the slightly-annoying-enigmatic-pretentious girl with the bright eyes. The one that called their grandmother by her first name, as if she had no idea of the horrors that had come to happen by her hands.

He clicked his tongue, he really didn't want her to see them, but Kallisti was leading the way, seemingly having not recognized her yet. They walked pass the table and Harley made no eye contact with her - not that she would notice them anyway, they were in different bodies.

As soon as they were seated, " Harley, it is Miss Olivia, " Kallisti's device said, pointing behind him, and he rolled his eyes.

" Yes, I know it's her. "

" I would like to say hello. "

" No, you wouldn't. "

" Do not be like that Harley, you are not my father. " and to add effect to her words, she glared at him, " I will greet her as I see fit. " But when she stood, her face flashed with recognition, and she sat down once more. " That may actually not be Miss Olivia. "

Harley raised an eyebrow, " What do you mean? " he asked curiously.

" She had been a recipient of the e-mail as well. " Oh, she wished she knew how to turn down this volume, Olivia might actually hear it, " She may be in another body. "

" Could that thing be any louder? " Harley asked, " You're alerting the whole world of our situation. "

She glared at him more, and then stood from the table, moving cautiously towards the table where Olivia sat, " Good day, Miss Olivia. " the device said, " I hope you are well. I am sorry to approach you, I must seem . . . strange, but we spoke the other night - I am Kallisti. "

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Throughout her stay in the cell, Allison didn't move much, though occasionally paced before sitting back down again when tired. Being in jail was boring as fudge. For a while she didn't even want to talk to any of the people around her, be it other people in cells or even some random police officer. Though as time passed, she became bored enough to ask a few questions to a random male police officer.

"Hey, um, excuse me, but I've got a question um..."

"You may call me 'Officer Moody' and please don't give me any flak about the name. I already know."

"Uh...all right...Moody..um..sir...I've got a question, what'd you do with all my stuff? I had a bag and it had everything in it."

"What's your name again?"

"Oh, uh it's Allis-HEM um it's E-elizabeth...um...E-evans...?" she was finding it harder and harder to not seem like "Elizabeth" had a split personality called "Allison" and honestly, she only hoped she got Elizabeth's last name right from how the cop announced her arrest a couple hours ago. Or at least she guessed it was a couple hours ago. There were no windows, and it didn't seem like Elizabeth wore a watch like she did. At this point in time she kind of just wanted to start going by her usual name and pass it off as another personality. Maybe she would get a lesser sentence that way. Or rather Elizabeth would. Some plea of insanity? The cop had looked at her strangely but didn't seem too concerned.

"...all right. Well your valuables are most likely being analyzed and held as possible evidence. Thus, they may not be returned to you, at least for a while."

"Awww what?! Oh my god," Allison sighed in annoyance. "Well I get one phone call, don't I?" she asked hoping the few times tv might be right about things.

"That is true. Do you want it now to help with possible bail?"

"Yesssss." she hissed, not able to hold back a glare. The officer then led her out of the cell and to the line to the one telephone on the wall.

"Hey wait. I need my book with my bag. It's got all my phone numbers in it."

"Well you can't have it."

"All right, fine." she had really wanted to call Elizabeth because boy did she have some talking to do, but unfortunately she didn't know her number. She had just written it down a little while ago after all. Thus, when it was her turn, she called the one phone number she had memorized by this point after all the texting. Allison hoped with all her remaining life that Harley would pick up as she dialed his cell phone number. While waiting in line, she had a whole conversation just about planned. It would all go to hell if he didn't pick up like a true bro.

"Um hi Harley. It's um...Allison...listen I know I sound weird, but you've probably figured out what happened already like the super smart guy you are but look. Before you say anything...I'm at the Brookridge police station. Remember that night we all got here? When we met up and searched for John? And we couldn't find him right? And then the weird feeling went away. Well, turns out, Elizabeth found him. And the police know. That's why the police were on campus the next day. So...um...I...I don't know what to do now. I'm not smart about this stuff and I know it's so stupid but I really don't know anything about the criminal justice system so uh...I...I need your help Harley...I'm sorry for being such a burden. You've got to find Eliza-elizabeth. Well, me."

 

A knock? Eleanora walked slowly to the dorm room door wrapped Cherno's fingers around the doorknob. She pierced his lips together as she made eye contact with herself. It was strange… Almost as if looking straight into me mirror, except for not at all. Was she really so short? She smiled but it felt strange so she stopped, afterwards stepping back from the door and rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

"Um… I'm sorry. I'm assuming you are here for your body. I am also assuming that it's my fault that we got switched like this. I promise I'll try to find a way to reverse whatever I've done! ...I-I'm Eleanora, by the way."

This was wrong. The tone of her speaking did not match the deepness of his voice at all.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx After clicking his tongue again because he thought his cousin was being silly, Harley turned to the waitress that had appeared and charmed her for a little while, then set their orders; coffee for him, tea for her. Oh, how very British, they were.

He pulled out his phone and thought of Allison. She had never text him back - was she really so angry with him? He sighed, and then . . . his phone rang. No name. Private number? Eh . . . Harley put the phone up to his ear, " Yes? " he said, his voice a little harsh, and then came an unfamiliar voice.

" Um, hi, Harley. " Dear god, who was this? " It's, um . . . Allison. " Well color me surprised, " Listen, I know I sound weird, but you've probably figured out what happened already like the super smart guy you are, but look. " Oh, she gave him too much credit.

Nervously, his friend with another person's voice went on to explain what she was doing. The police station? Harley almost laughed, what sort of trouble did she get herself into this time? John? Elizabeth found him? Oh. The police had come onto campus that day, but it wasn't for Heidi like she had believed, like she had him believe - it had been for Elizabeth. And that was what he used Lorinda for? Ugh.

Oh.

Johnny boy was dead. Elizabeth had found him? Where had he been? Did she get something for killing him? Crazy girl, but he wasn't surprised. Whatever she got as a "prize" - if there had been any, that is - she probably gave it to her brother.

" So . . . um . . . I . . . " she struggled, almost sounding like she was ready to cry. Harley frowned. She was In Elizabeth's body. Elizabeth killed John. The police thought she was Elizabeth. Now what? " . . . so, uh . . . I . . . I need your help Harley . . . I'm sorry for being such a burden . . . " she said, and Harley's heart sank, " You've got to find Eliza - Elizabeth. Well, me. "

Harley sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his neck, " Alright, calm down Alli. " he told her, " Yes, it's me, I know I sound . . . different, too. I'll find her - you, I mean, and then I can try to find a way to reverse this . . . thing. Maybe. I can only promise to try. "

What influence could he have over the police other than his violent, manipulative self? Even then, he wasn't going to get anywhere fast. Elizabeth was in trouble - Allison didn't deserve this.

" Where do you think Elizabeth is, right now? " It was getting late, he might actually have to wait until tomorrow . . .

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As Quin was about to leave the room, she turned to Cristina and told her (via keyboard), "I shall return, soon." Cristina put on a small smile and nodded. Quin walked out without Harley. Was she unhappy about going with Harley? Cristina was very confused about their relationship. Perhaps she would never understand it. She let out a sigh.

"Actually, I might not bring her back tonight. But don't worry, I'll take good care of her, and your body," Harley told her as he was leaving. That changed the way Cristina thought about the situation a lot. She wasn't worried about her body, but about Quin. If she were to feel ill, would Harley make a big deal about it? Is it too late to change my mind? But it was, as Harley had already walked out. She was going to run and tell him that she wanted to tag along, but noticed a bit of pain in her legs. Was it a result of Quin's scars? Cristina gave up on chasing them and went to close the door.

She walked back to her bed and decided to sketch before going to bed. She had her sketchbook out all day, yet had not drawn a single line in it. She looked outside the window for inspiration again. On the branch outside, a cardinal was resting. Cristina was almost certain that it was the same one that she drew the other day. Why is it always alone? She flipped back to the drawing of the bird that she had drawn the other day and decided to work on the smaller details now that she had the chance again.

Since the bird seemed like a frequent visitor, Cristina had an urge to give it a name. It would give her drawing a title as well. Carmine? That seemed like a fitting name. She wrote 'Carmine' in the top left corner of the page and signed in the bottom right. She looked up at the window where the bird was still sitting on the branch. "Don't worry Carmine, you won't be lonely anymore," she said quietly with a smile. Cristina yawned, and figured that it would be time for her to go to bed. She laid down on the bed, pulling the covers of her shoulders and closed her eyes.

 

Allison nearly felt tears of joy and relief well up when she heard Harley's harsh 'yes'. Thankfully he had been quiet throughout her explanation and she only then realized how close she was to breaking apart. She thought she had it all contained within herself as she became dead inside again, but speaking to Harley made her realize how desperate she was to not have this happening to her right now. And also how incredibly weak it made her sound practically begging Harley for help. He loves this kind of stuff doesn't he? Anyway knock it off. Isn't it more of a weakness to be too proud to not ask for help? She smirked at how ridiculous this all was. Was thinking to yourself the first step to insanity? If so, she was partway there, and it'd probably be a lot easier to get that plea for insanity. However much it helped. Oh, but Harley was talking wasn't he? When she listened to him a bit more closely, she sort of recognized the voice a bit. From where though? Wait. Ty...ler? Quintus' friend from the hot springs! Wait...was this same Tyler...the one Harley always complained about? It had to be. Quintus' friend Tyler and Harley's hated Tyler had to be one and the same. Harley was in Tyler's body. She tried not to instantly burst into uncontrollable laughter right there and then, but maybe a huff or small scoff made their way through to the receiver. Allison almost didn't hear the touching part about trying his best and finally Harley's question. But first she had to get this out of the way. "H-hey Harley...a-..are you in....pffff....in...T- cuhahaha....Tyler....ngehehehe....Ash-shhhhhshshshshsh....es...b-.puh.....BODY?! Guahahahahahaha!" she giggled and laughed gasping for breath occasionally as she could not contain the absolute hilarious irony of her best friend being trapped in his mortal enemy's body. This attracted some attention but she wouldn't let them have take the phone away from her right then. She still had some things to say in between the laughter in one short breath before she was escorted back to her cell, still dying from laughter. "She'sinmyroomandIneedbail!" That night after calming down and being empty once more, Allison spent the night in her cold metal cell feeling very alone and isolated from the world and helpless as can be.

 

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It felt odd heading to a room that wasn't her's, not that the dorm room was really "her's" but it still didn't feel right. Bronagh got a couple of faces acknowledging her (all of them men), but she didn't acknowledge because because.​

Well you get it guys Bronagh really had no idea what the hell was going on.​

Bronagh got up to Marina's room and opened the door. The first thing Bronagh noticed were the constellations. For the first time in a while she smiled, feeling a bit like a little kid. She shut the door behind her and looked around, she really didn't want to touch anything and mess anything up. Especially when she kept remembering the dress.​

Bronagh walked over to the vanity mirror and looked in it for a while. She wasn't really paying attention to the reflection, she was thinking, and the mirror was a place to look. If we aren't real... what happens to us when we die? Do we... disappear and forget everything? Or does something happen that involves pain?​

Bronagh stopped thinking and started to actually look in the mirror. She didn't touch the stranger's face, but instead sat up straight and smiled, "This girl was blessed with good looks. But you know what... Bronagh, you aren't too bad either."​

Bronagh stood up and walked in the middle of the room, and found herself thinking again.​

I still wonder, how do we get out of these bodies?​

Bronagh brought her hand up to her chin to think, she was reflecting on the meeting with Crestatia. She couldn't think of anything significant from the meeting, and sighed.​

If we had the bodies switched before the meeting, I could have asked her... I could have asked her how to get out of these bodies. But can we still?​

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Crestatia did say that nobody has summoned her yet... but only because no one has tried.​

But she did say there were consequences to every action...​

I probably haven't seen the worst of these "consequences"​

"Marina might kill me if I tried to summon her and screwed up somehow... but..." Bronagh paced the room, thinking and thinking. There was too much thinking going on.​

The letter only effects me after I get back into my body... so that can't be a way...​

If I were a demon and I were running a game, what would be a sufficient way to summon me?​

Bronagh sat down on Marina's bed, still thinking. She put her hands on her head and closed her eyes, to block out visual.​

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Does she need a vessel to be summoned?​

Maybe I need to break a rule to get her attention​

Ah why do you care if you get hurt, at least one person knows you don't appreciate your life.​

If I break a rule, in Marina's body, who suffers? Both of us?​

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xxxxxxxxxx Allison seemed to calm down after Harley reassured her about him helping. He sighed.

There was a strange muffled sound coming from the other side of the line and Harley wondered if something was wrong again or if she was actually going to start crying.

And then she started laughing. Harley raised an eyebrow, " H - Hey Harley . . . " She was laughing, " A - . . . are you in - in . . . " she was obviously having trouble saying what she wanted to say, " Tyler . . . " He put his hand to his head. Dear lord. " b - BODY?! "

He was glad someone was enjoying themselves, despite their being in a very serious situation. " he said, slightly loud, " Yes, I am in . . . Tyler's body. Don't antagonize me, unless you want me to leave you there. "

" She'sinmyroomandindeedbail! "

He sighed and he rubbed his forehead.

The call ended too soon, and Harley knew he needed to find Elizabeth. Allison didn't need to be in there.

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Cherno had little time for pleasantries. Right now was not the best time. His dull eyes widened as Hyperborea tried to smile in his body. She didn't understand very much about him, did he? But how could she. She was a little girl, after all. At least a polite one.

Cherno did not exchange smiles. He needed to get down to business. His old body was fairly flimsy, eh? A quick shove would get the point across. He wondered if Hyperborea's brain would calculate things as effectively. She was a bright girl. Sweet too.

With his dull eyes, he looked beyond Hyperborea's position. The bed was only 1.5 meters away. The height of his body would allow a fall of the right speed to land on it without injury. He would rather hurt himself than hurt the poor girl who had gone through so much. Window closed. Wind speed naught zero. No external environmental variable. Staring at Hyperborea with unfocused, tired eyes, he slowly pushed his body's small, gentle hand harder and harder to the wall. Maximum latent pressure accurate. Her body was a bit flimsy too, but Cherno knew the weak spots of his own better. Vector force application to the solar plexus of only a minimal number of Newtons necessary.

Cherno closed his eyes. Analysis complete.

He walked into his former room, rife with the dancing colours of night time. Standing directly in front of his body, he kicked the door behind him, shutting it closed with a sharp, gun like bang.

He stared at Hyperborea and immediately pushed her chest in such a way that should havr made her fall gently, not violently, to the bed.

And he spoke, staring at her deeply, with his dead eyes in Hyperborea's sweet face.

"We don't have no time for pleasantries. It wasn't your fault, you dig?" His voice was hollow. Quiet. It carried with it the dead winds of an autumn evening. There was little inflection. Little emotion. Cherno didn't think much of those. Why should he? Screw them. "Get some rest on the bed. I'm staying in this room making sure my body is kept well, and I'll be jive dandy jumping to make sure your body is in impeccable condition after this." It felt unnatural saying all of this in a monotonous high pitch, but none of these events could be considered natural.

He walked over to the edge of the other bed and jumped on it, his legs gently dangling by the end. He looked at his soft, youthful hands, unscarred by the past.

"Even though we've been stuck in these switched.bodies, Hyperborea, we need to find a way to return, quickly. I don't want you to . . . have to suffer through my body's damn old bloody shenanigans." He grimaced slightly, but it was almost unnoticeable. "I'm going to stick by your side until we can find a way out. I don't like strangers going through my memories."

Cherno watched his dangling legs.

"But more.importantly. I can't stand another friend losing their life. So in this body, with its off attitude, I am going to protect you for both our sakes, you dig? John-- he would want that." Cherno's voice trailed off, but it did not lose its flighty monotone.

"I barely remember any damn thing about who we all are. But I don't care. What is important to me now, just as much as learning about my past, is making sure all of us get out of this safely."

He raised his eyes dimly at Hyperborea. "Yourself included. There's something off about you, Hyperborea.

Your body is trying to force me to do things. Unnatural, impossible things, on a whim."

Cherno jumped down and walked over to Hyperborea, staring her in the eye.
"I fear, Witch Hyperborea, whom I ain't naming at risk of more armageddon, that your very body is a curse and a blessing upon my consciousness. So I must ask how you are able to deal with it, for so I may sleep soundly with no magical nonsense running through my veins."

Although Cherno's eyes were dim and dull, they seemed charged and fiery, as if there was something very much behind his driving force.

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Olivia agreed to find a spot tomorrow. Elliot? Elliot. Oh. Oh, that was right. Ben shared a room with the malchik. A sinister grin crossed Olivia's face, but her voice was pleasant and airy as usual. "I did not see the boy. I will tell you if he is seen. I shall stay in your room for the night, dear. Be careful with my things. Ciao, Ben." She cut the call and looked around.

A few items she surmised were Elliot's lay at the other end. She did not recall the last time that she had entered thos room. Ah. How silly of her to forget.

But it would be a nice surprise for Elliot to return to. Olivia giggled, clasping her rough hand to her mouth gently. Ugh. It was just her luck that she may have to stay with the senseless philistine if he decided to return. At least she could potentially teach him more things. Continue their appointment.

First things first was the Brookridge rendezvous. The dining hall was soothing enough of a place, no?

Sitting on her knees in Ben's bed, she typed up a text message.

"Greetings, this is Olivia in Ben's body.
I ask that all of you try and meet in the dining hall tomorrow for an important rendezvous.
As it were, it was a dire mistake for us to have ignored that email almost twenty days upon its inception. Our body switching is testament to this.
We must discuss a plan pf action that we may also introduce to the Bellhurst children who have been of much help.
We are the brightest, after all.
If you receive this message as a Bellhurst student, please relay it to your Brookridge counterpart, and what is more, I suppose you now have the luck to be cordially invited as ambassadors or representatives.
Let us put aside our differences and preferences for the sake of saving lives.

-- Olivia
"

It was a true testament of luck that many Brookridge kids had each others' contacts, even if they were distant. Olivia was able to send it to Marina, Allison, Dylan, Marcus, Theodore, and others.

She bit her lip.
What was Miss Lein's number again?

. . . ah, right.

"Dear Miss Lein,
I request you visit the dining hall tomorrow for a discussion, if possible.
I understand you are not in your body, and this may be a different person. If so, I ask you to deliver this message to Miss Lein, and you are also cordially invited.
Mr. Jackson's presence.is optional.

-- Olivia"

She sent the message, and off it went, floating on the winter winds, like the many others. She rested back on Ben's bed, curling her stiff toes. Would the malchik be here? Hm. She stared off into the darkness of the room. Olivia turned to the window and opened it. Viola would always manage to find her. Her soprano was simply that unique, regardless of its shell.

Cherno. Cherno Plume was attending the Academy. This certainly added a twist of events. She giggled in the darkness. Oh, how long had it been . . .

As these thoughts floated in her head, she drifted into a light sleep.

Unnoticed to her, Viola fluttered by into Ben's room, resting her sligtly worn plumage by Olivia's rigid body. A single red feather, of a cardinal, floated gently by Olivia, having fallen from Viola's wing.

 

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After Olivia ended the call, Ben hurried to the Ishmael Coffee. It had grown colder as night was approaching. He ordered a cup of coffee and took a seat in a secluded area. He took a sip of the coffee and grimaced. Both his mind and Olivia's taste buds refused to enjoy the infernal liquid, but his throat welcomed it. Whatever. He tolerate it as much as he could.​

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A young, blonde-haired girl approached him. She greeted him, the synthesized voice created from her typing introducing herself as Kallisti. "Oh, uh..." Ben stammered. Kallisti. That was one of the Bellhurst students Olivia said she had met; one of the ones from the email. Perhaps she had had her body switched as well? Ben decided to act as though he really was Olivia, just to verify his thoughts​

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"Miss Lein. I did not recognize you with such a... different appearance," he replied. He hoped his imitation of Olivia had sounded authentic to the girl, because it definitely didn't to him.​