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xxxxxxx"This gun..." Altair began, placing his hand on top of his head. "I-I need it, I need it to kill the person that ruined my life" Altair said forcing the explanation out of his mouth. He stood up and walked towards the door. "I-I need some time outside...I'll be back, don't you worry" Altair said as he immediately opened the door and closed the door with a bang. With that, he was gone.​

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xxxxxxxHeidi stood there blinking absently. He wanted to kill someone... Would he really come back? What had that person done to him? Her chest felt tight again, restrained. Her breathing had stopped the moment he walked out the door. How long had it been-- seconds, minutes? The sudden bang caused Casey to awake from his slumber and immediately look around "What the hell what that?" Casey yelled as he glanced around and looked over at Heidi "ah morning Heididy!" Casey said happily.​

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xxxxxxxHer eyes flashed to his face, breaking her trance, and allowing the tiny brunette to breathe freely once more. The stagnant air of the bedroom was welcoming in her long forgotten lungs. "G-good morning, Casey." She was confused. Was it her fault he left? A knock at the door snapped her to full attention. Maybe Altair was back and just forgot his keys. She hurried over to it, but stopped short at the sight of her phone peaking out from underneath, a note attached. Heidi lifted it up and pulled the door back quickly, but there was no one there.​

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xxxxxxxEven Harley didn't want to see her today. Her heart sank as she moved slowly back to Altair's bed to take a seat. She stared blankly down at the note. He said he would see her today. There was a familiar burning of disappointment coursing through her body. They both left without saying much. The last time she saw Harley. . . Her cheeks burned at the memory. Slowly, she lifted her gaze from the note and up to Casey, in his normal pink-haired body. "Casey, do you want to get something to eat? Or...maybe hair dye?" There was a noise in the kitchen and she glanced back at the figure lurking in the shadows. "Marcus, do you want to go too?" she called out. Zoey was still sleeping, so she figured it best not to disturb her. Heidi tapped open the phone quickly and sent a message to the both of them.

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xxxxxxx"No, it's Anthony." Her face fell, and with it, her hands. She stepped away from the boy. That was not right. It had to be Alex. It had to be. "We switched bodies, yeah? So sorry, but it's just me... And, well, if you really liked him... It just didn't feel right telling you online, you know?" Panic was beginning to settle in now, similar to the announcement of the snakes. no. no. no. No. No. NO! This was wrong. What did he need to tell her. "He's dead." Those two words hung ominously in the air. What was she to do now? The letter had been fairly clear. After everyone switches back... What was she to do if the boy already died? This poor unfortunate soul was now trapped in his body.

xxxxxxxThat made him the new Alex Rhodes. Would she have to follow through with it on him? She wished not to. Why harm someone that already considered himself a failed hero. It was wrong, but then again, there was nothing right about this whole endeavor. Marina began pacing in circles. There was a dull throbbing on the bottoms of her feet, but she relatively ignored it. "I uh," she began, clearing her throat, "I wished for Mister Rhodes You have to be him," she demanded. Marina momentarily stopped pacing and wrapped her fingers firmly around his shoulders. "You have to." Her eyes were desperate, begging. She never begged. This was a rare occasion indeed. She needed him to be Alex Rhodes. What would Crestatia do to her if she did not follow through on her demand? It was safe to assume, not anything good.

 

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Before they left there seemed to be a phone drop off. Interesting. Though it probably was just a simple return, though wouldn't it be cool if it were something more? She almost gave a dreamy sigh. Almost.
Immediately after the trio began their trip to the hospital. At first it seemed like a total waste but then Harley ran off to talk to someone.

'Master Jackson'? Well that explained a lot, as the rich always seemed to get what they wanted. If only she could obtain wealth, for surely power would follow. Or even vice versa.

Not like it really mattered much anymore, them being on the short timer that they were.

Anyway...what to do now? That was a good question. And, after checking her phone quickly, she had an answer.

"May as well check on the other victims of the crash while we're here. Or at least I shall."

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To look so disappointed that it was him and not Alex... Sure there must be reasons rather than Anthony just being himself but the look she had given him made his heart sink and his head fill with feelings of being unwanted. How selfish was that?

Marina then began pacing and Anthony just stood there and watched. There was a lack of words. It almost felt like time to go until he was grabbed by the shoulders, forcing him to stay put. This was a strange situation.

"You have to be him."

...Was that even a right thing to do? Sure he was trapped in his body but it still didn't feel okay. Seemed like he'd have to pretend to be this Alex kid a lot from here on though so here goes nothing...

"Uh, alright... I'll try. Not much of a choice really..."

 

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xxxxxxxxxx As expected, the person sent arrived just a little too late for Kallisti's taste. She was in no mood to humor anyone, not anymore for the time being, but it was Fredrick - and she certainly couldn't take any of her black mood out on him. He was a courteous man, and she had known him since she was a young girl.

" Good day, Miss Kallisti. " he said, bag in hand and bowing.

" It is lovely to see you again, Fredrick, " she said with a hint of a smile, " I assume that is my clothing? " she then asked, motioning to the bag, and he held it out for her to take, which she did. Upon seeing all of her clothing, she sighed; all black. Lorinda's idea of a joke - she must have been able to read Kallisti's mood, as usual.

" Mrs. Lein sends her regards. " Fredrick claimed, and Kallisti had a great doubt of those words, but said nothing against them in any matter, " Shall I see to it that you are successfully checked out, Miss Kallisti? "

" Fredrick, please . . . " she almost pleaded, " Quintus. Please call me Quintus. " Along with memories of that person, she recalled exactly why she hated her first name, " As well, please also check out a Miss Cristina Wilson. She is an acquaintance of mine and my roommate. "

" Very well, Miss Quintus. "

Soon enough, Kallisti had dressed in her new clothing, appreciating the matching colors, but despising the fact that it was all black; of course, she was in no position to complain, but on a normal day, this was unacceptable. With a sigh, she slung the coat over her arm and looked back over the room; everything seemed to be in order, and she had her phone in hand, planning to check it later, perhaps when they were driving back to campus.

Her heels clicked meaningfully down the hallway as she walked as if she had been wearing them her whole life. She came to the room where her spirit was previously stored, and knocked on the door, opening it moments later to see Cristina sitting on the bed, " Hello again, Miss Cristina. " she started, closing the door behind her, " Are you ready to leave this god forsaken place? " she ask, setting down a bag next to her hospital bed with clothing in it.

" I brought these for you, " she said motioning to the back, and then setting it down. With a nod, she told Cristina she would be waiting outside her room for her.

As she stood outside, she decided that many people wouldn't like this change of demeanor. She cared not. In fact, they could kill themselves for all she cared - or better yet, she could do it for them. She had previous experience, after all.

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xxxxxxxxxx Fredrick had come back, and went to a desk to speak to them. What was he doing, checking Kallisti out? She must have not been that bad. How had the crash happened? When he saw the scene on the TV, it looked like there were other students of Brookridge there; a meeting of some kind?

Oh.

It must have been that one that he didn't want to go to. It was in a helicopter. Harley laughed; could they be any more of idiotic? A deathtrap, that's what the helicopter was. Whose bright idea had it been to get in there, anyway? And Kallisti, silly enough to in there along with them? Where had they intended to go?

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

" Well . . . " Allison started to say, " If they're not here, then . . . we could . . . uh . . . Go back to campus? " she suggested, but shook her head, laughing nervously, " Y'know, with the snakes and stuff . . . "

He didn't blame her, he almost didn't want to go back. He was sick of imagining goddamned hissing. Or not imagining it, but hearing it. He wondered if they could be used as weapons, though.

Before he could reply to her, his phone vibrated and he took it out to view a message. It was Heidi; he smiled.

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She was worried? He smiled some more. He should have actually stopped by, but he didn't want to risk a chance of seeing Altair and "accidentally" strangling him. Altair didn't even know him, come to think of it, but he didn't need to, and Harley wasn't a get-to-know-you guy.

I'm alright.​

I miss you. See you soon?​

I'm checking on Kallisti, she's in the hospital.​

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" Might as well check on the other victims of the crash while we're here. Or at least, I shall. " Elizabeth spoke, and Harley looked at her; who did she have here that was in the crash? Anthony? Hoo. Those two . . . They were a disaster waiting to happen.

" But I don't want to check on the other people. " Harley said, playfully whining and leaning on the shorter Alli, " I don't ca ~ are about them. " he said, more serious, but still with a playful tone. Glancing once more at Fredrick, who seemed to go and sit on a couch, he decided he would ask Lorinda what he was doing here, later.

 

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[/url]"I know the now.

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xxxxxxxMarina released his shoulders and scrunched up her face in frustration. Was it that simple? Anthony said he would be Alex, not that he had much choice. Could she put the poor boy through the pain she were to cause Alex? He was hurting. It was written all over his face. She could not do that. Her duty was to help boys in need. To heal their wounds and make them feel better about themselves, not hurt those already down. Crestatia, she had given them a choice right? It is your choice whether or not to follow them. That is what she said. What would happen if she chose not to follow the instructions? Was breaking rules this earlier such a good idea? She had given them the option. What did the other letters say? Were they as frustrating as this?​

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xxxxxxxShe sighed, resting one hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. There was no way she could do it. Just by looking at him, she could read how badly he was suffering. What happened in this poor boy's life? It was a shame he would be trapped forever in someone else's body. Would his friends and family recognize him? Would he tell them who he was? Probably not. Judging by what he said, he would not. Most likely no one would believe him anyway. They would think he was crazy.​

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xxxxxxx"Come," she beckoned. Marina reached out and took his hands, leading Anthony over to a smooth suede sofa. The legs were made of cherry oak and the fabric had a pastel floral print on it. "Sit with me." She could not hurt the boy. It was a shame, for she wanted to see how far this game would take her. Would completing the task provide some sort of reward-- give them an edge? "I want you to be you," she said as she sat down, resting her hands in her lap. Marina smiled at him kindly and brushed his bangs out of his eyes. "No matter who's body you are in, Anthony. I only wish I could have met you in your true form today. I do not wish for you to be Alex Rhodes. My true reason for seeking him out was less than satisfying. I only meant him ill intentions. For you see, now I am torn between doing the right thing, and doing what the letter has asked of me. I mean you no harm."​

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xxxxxxxShe gave him a reassuring squeeze on the hand and smirked. Marina was beginning to feel a little tired from the pain killer. There was a numbing sensation in her feet, and her whole body began to tingle slightly. She giggled softly at the feeling. "M-my apologies. I took a Vicodin not long before you arrived, and it is finally beginning to take an affect. The crash has left my arm here in a great deal of pain. My feet were also cut up pretty bad, so it hurts to be on them. Though, now it does not." Her red lips made a popping noise as she cocked her head to the side, resting it against her right hand. "Please, do tell me about yourself. I would love to hear all about Anthony." Marina put emphasis on his name, to show she wanted him there, not Alex. Anthony had been the one she anticipated visiting, she just did not know he would be arriving in Alex's body. "I would also like to help you with your problems, if you will let me listen to them." Her voice was softer now, empathetic. She truly cared. She did not want him to feel discouraged by her disappointment earlier. It was merely an overreaction. I have made my choice. Hopefully it does not cost me too dearly.​

 

There, every was check and any possible problem was fixed. Feeling proud of his accomplishment, he pushed his glasses up before taking a sip of the coffee he'd gotten. Things like this were simple to him. After all, he's been doing things like this for a while now. All that left was to finish setting up his enrolment at Brookridge. Since he wasn't already enrolled, he simply hacked into the school system and set it up. As room accommodations, he would just replace someone not going there in anymore. He would had no idea who's room he would be taking, but hat was something to worry about later, for now he would just finish up what he'd already started.

 

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"I have returned," Ben raised his head when he heard his own voice. "Ben dear, are you ready to undergo your temporary fixations? Please-- please tell me where your injuries lie on my precious body." She added, "Be as detailed as possible. It is my body, after all." Ben gulped.​

He lifted his left arm, showing the inside of the forearm to Olivia. "There are some ugly bruises here, but I don't how severe they are." Ben glanced at his own face, seeing his green eyes darting around at his wounds. The whole thing felt so surreal to him. He went on, pulling down the shredded stockings. "There were a lot of cuts on the legs, but they seemed to have healed over night. However..." His eyes moved toward his ankle. "The ankle seems badly swollen. I don't know if it was twisted in the crash, or what." He allowed Olivia to check over the injuries to her own body.​

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"What a wasted chance."

It was a shame he did not wish to check on the others here for surely after coming out of a crash one could be so venerable. Only a shame because he was her ride home though, as she would rather do this alone. So in a way it was better like this, for she could just come back tomorrow.

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It was nice being able to sit down as just standing around felt awkward enough, not to mention the sofa in which they sat had to of been one of the softest he ever felt. Everything in this place was nice, expensive looking. Oh, so instead of a manor was it a palace? This would make her a princess, wouldn't it?

The princess seemed a lot calmer now and even said she wanted him to be himself which led to a smile. However that faded when he heard that, if it had been Alex, something would have happened to him. Something could still happen, though he felt relatively safe at the time being.

What would she have done?

"Doing the right thing is always the better choice," he replied, his heroic mindset kicking in. A speech would have happened here if there was enough energy for it.

Oh, she was hurting? Anthony wished to assist with that but he didn't know how. Plus her words were distracting and drew his thoughts to his own problems. It felt wrong but it was nice to actually be spoken to and asked what was wrong as that rarely happened. Though maybe that was his fault for always pretending to be okay. So maybe, this one time, he wouldn't lie?

"I'm no one special, just a wanna-be hero really..." he paused. His problems? Oh, that was a much easier question to answer. "I'm allowed to talk about my problems, I know, but..." a short breath, "dad just used to always say I should just work on them instead of talking about them. Is that right? I wish I could ask him if it changed or not but he's... Mom can't even say anything anymore. It's not fair. They were just here and now they're..."

He felt off. It didn't feel like he was himself, in this body or his own. It had been so for the past few days, or week. Maybe even longer, who even knew anymore. And the longer he waited the less he stayed the same. Why was he even talking like this? It felt so weak.

 

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[/url]"I know the now.

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To Predict the Future."​

xxxxxxxHe smiled at her. That was good. She wanted him to be happy. Marina wished she could see what his smile looked like on his real body. She imaged him to have a wonderful smile. "Doing the right thing is always the better choice." She nodded. It was, but it was not always the easiest choice. "I'm no one special, just a wanna-be hero really..." She frowned. No one should think so lowly of themselves. Marina wanted to help him now more than ever. It was her resolve and the only thing keeping her from following through on the letter. What was Crestatia going to do to her?​

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xxxxxxx"I'm allowed to talk about my problems, I know, but..." a short breath, "dad just used to always say I should just work on them instead of talking about them. Is that right? I wish I could ask him if it changed or not but he's... Mom can't even say anything anymore. It's not fair. They were just here and now they're..."​

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xxxxxxxHe sure knew how to pull at the heartstrings. Marina reached out, pulling him close to her and stroking his hair. Hopefully he would not mind. It was always hard to tell whether or not someone new would like the physical comfort at first. About half the time they did not. It was rather hit and miss. "Oh honey," she began softly, "I am sorry to hear that. The loss of a family member can be difficult, let alone two. I enjoy helping those that are in pain, so do not feel uncomfortable sharing with me. I would like to hear more, if you do not mind." She looked at him with a gentle reassuring smile. It was okay to talk. She would listen. She would listen for days if allowed.​

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xxxxxxx"I have only met a handful of heroes in my time," she began anew. Maybe it would allow him to feel more comfortable speaking to her if they came back to the topic. "Your friend Quintus being one of them. She saved myself, some of my classmates, and some of yours; in that helicopter crash. If not for her, we all would have died." Back to the point. She ran her hand across the back on his head again. "I wholeheartedly believe that no hero is a failure. Every hero has their low points; and it is during that point that they meet someone who may help them to rise about their trials and succeed. Every hero has to reach rock bottom before excelling to the top." Her voice filled with vigor and certainty. She did not wish for him to feel like a failure. They all needed heroes.​

 

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How nostalgic. It felt like such a long time ago that he had been in this bedroom. It smelled so clean and new, like a hotel room. His scent had definitely vanished. He was both annoyed by and thankful for that. At least it did not smell like someone else. It seemed that his room had been left untouched, minus some cleaning. Dull, pale yellow lights switched on a few moments after he entered. A thin black screen remained drawn over his large window.

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❝WELCOME HOME, JAMES...WOULD YOU LIKE ANYTHING?❞​

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He flinched. He had forgotten about KIERA. Her flat robotic voice raised the dark hairs on his newly healed arms. He rubbed the back of his skull and sat down on the edge of the cold bed. The mattress melted and molded below him. ​

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A quiet, sweet tune played through an intercom and a wave of grief washed over his soul. Memories of the past quickly contaminated his thoughts. The lights faded away and Theodore tipped over onto his side. The bedspread was cold. He considered switching on the heated blanket for a moment, but decided against it. The cold kept the deep sleep and nightmares away. ​

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Eleanora had spent most of her day alone in the dorm room reading. She hadn't heard or seen anything out of the ordinary, so either she was extremely lucky or the snake problem was dying down. Cherno left and hadn't returned. She did not know where he was or what he was doing, but she hoped her body was okay. She did not want to be a boy forever.

The day wore on. She cooked some eggs for lunch and didn't eat anything after. She wasn't very hungry. Her head was pounding and the gray of her vision was obnoxious. She was not a dog. She wanted her normal sight back. This was stupid. Cherno's body was stupid.

She was tempted to go to the hospital but she didn't have any of his information, so she stayed there alone instead. Why had he left her like that? With HER body? How selfish. John had been friends with him?

She eventually fell asleep with her head squished between two pillows, wondering what kind of person John had really been.

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Thoughts swirled around in her head as the day dragged on. The monitor beeped and the clock ticked, sounds that were starting to drive her crazy. How was she to think like this?

To leave. She wanted to leave, now. Get up and walk away. But getting up was so hard...she'd be in here at least a few more days, though maybe she could knock it down to two or maybe even one... Ah, it was no trouble. She limped out of an ER once before, she'd make do.

So it was settled, tomorrow morning would be the departure time. Nothing would stop her from leaving just as nothing stopped her from getting out of her house once she set out to do that. But the other matter...that still needed to be decided upon.

This Sario kid, what was she like? There wasn't a name for her, not yet. Could she really sell out someone to them just to save herself? Up till now, when it came to survival, nothing stood in the way. There were no second guesses or doubts. Just either winning or losing, and no one wanted to lose.

It wasn't like it was turning someone in on the cops though. Jail time is nothing compared to what those guys would do... And though it was unclear what exactly they had planned for Sario's daughter it was obviously no good. It was never any good. Oh all people she should know.

Sighing Daniel tried to lay on her side but to no avail. How uncomfortable

Maybe they just want intel...

Looking around she realized she didn't even have her phone. No one to call in this time of need...great. Though it was no surprise that she'd be on her own with this.

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Now finished with what he had to do, Nate paid for the coffee, pack up his laptop and left. Since his room arrangements were all set up, there wouldn't be any problems if he showed up on the campus now. He called a nearby taxi to save him some trouble and watch the streets as the got closer to the destination. Once there, he paid the driver and entered the campus. Since he's looked at a map of the school while he was enrolling himself, he had no trouble finding his new room. Once there he placed his stuffed down and hopped on the bed. It wasn't long after that before he fell asleep.

 

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Quin told the nurse that she would check Cristina out as well, without letting her know beforehand. Cristina didn't mind, at all, she was just glad that she would be getting out of this place very soon. Not long after, Quin commanded the nurse to take Cristina back to her room, which she did. After helping Cristina sit back on her hospital bed and helping her carefully remove the IV tube (which was incredibly painful in Cristina's opinion), the nurse bowed politely and walked out of the room, probably to tend to her other duties. After all, she wasn't just there to babysit Cristina.

For awhile Cristina just sat on her bed looking out of the window. Not long after, however, she heard footsteps entering her room. She turned her head around, and saw Quin, changed and holding a bag. "Hello again, Miss Cristina. Are you ready to leave this god forsaken place?" Quin asked, closing the door behind her. Cristina nodded. She was definitely ready to leave. Quin placed a bag next to her hospital bed, "I brought these for you." Cristina nodded, and Quin walked back out the door to wait for her outside.

Cristina got off her bed and changed as fast as she could. The outfit that was chosen for her was her favourite colour, but the outfit itself wasn't one that the girl would choose to wear on a day to day basis. She was not a big fan of jeans and did not own any in her wardrobe. Being pregnant, the jeans were very tight around the waist and although she didn't particularly love the outfit, it would have to do. After all, they were planning to return to school, where the crazy, venomous snakes could still be. She would have to keep all of her skin covered, and a dress would not do that.

Cristina grabbed anything that was hers and shoved it into her bag, finding her speech device in the process. She kept that in her hands. The girl opened the door and walked outside to meet with Quin. "I'm ready, let's go," her keyboard read out.

 

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Upon hearing the words of Heidi, Casey's eyes immediately widened and began to sparkle like a little boy in a huge store. "yes....GOD DAMN YES!" Casey said as he jumped off the bed he was sitting on and immediately jumped at Heidi and hugged her "I WILL LOVE YOU FOR LIFE IF YOU FIX MY HAIR!" Casey said excited as his grin widened. Letting go, Casey jumped around the room happily awaiting the hair change he has been dreaming of.

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Altair stood on the roof and stared up at the empty skies. His laughter subsided and the teen merely just stood their and stared up with a dull empty look. He needed to survive this game, but how could he do so? Crestetia obviously meant business and wished for everybody to die after their worth was at an end. As a cold air blew by, Altair closed his eyes and realized a choice would soon have to be made. Will he live his normal peaceful life and die like a dog, or forsake what he believes in and kill in order to rise to the top....

His thoughts were suddenly cut off as he felt the sudden vibration of his phone in his pocket. Though at this point even though he didn't want to answer it, Altar opened the incoming text nonetheless and began to read it. "Heidi...." Altair said calmly as he began to type his reply and sent it to the girl.

 

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This was strange. She was strange. A stranger. And yet she was acting so caring, even to the point of showing compassion to someone like him. Her people must love their princess then as she seemed so benevolent. A kind ruler, how nice. He could only hope the King and Queen were like this.

She wouldn't mind hearing more. But could he tell her of Elizabeth? As his sister it was his responsibility to handle her but so far he hadn't been able to do it alone. Still...they just met. So no details but he felt compelled to say something, get it off his chest. "Someone killed them. Recently...and I have to deal with their killer. I have to."

Then he listened to how Quin had saved her and everyone else in the crash. Archer of Life, now? Or the title remained the same but would just be looked at different. In any case it was impressive, more impressive than anything he's done. But instead of feeling left behind an attempt to be inspired was made. Marina made some valid points as well, though he only nodded at her words instead of working through a reply this time.

 

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Cherno strolled on back to his room. Eleanora was still there, yeah? He hoped. Ah. He didn't feel well. What was it like him to leave the young girl in his body like that? At least he would have a reason this time, right? Maybe they should keep in contact. Did she have a phone to use? Cherno pondered this as he gazed at Quin's text.

Quin.
Whatever was it that she did again? She was a wonderful violinist. That-- ugh, fuck. Violins. He-- no, he didn't want to think about that. What else about her? She was prim. Very prim. Would he even be able to jive up a day lasting with her? Eh.
What else.
There was something about an auditorium. Augh. Cherno rubbed his temples. It was that place. That place had such a big gap in his memory, as if it were intentionally removed.

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And that was right. That professor said that all of these memories were removed for a reason. Why? Who did this? Why would they do this? Come on, Cherno. You're a robot. A lifeless logical machine now, with your dead-set eyes and your willow-wind gait. You have time. Of course, that time was limited by the days until your imminent expiration. Dandy.
But perhaps this time with Quin would dangle back some memories.

He strolled, in his small body, through the lush, wintry gardens of the Heliocanthea. The large Cherryleaf dorms, like the tops of dead trees sticking out from dark Bavarian groves, sat squat and imposing at the very far end of the vivid chilly white and green interplay. The leaves were curling up. Trees were hibernating in the silence. The night was abnormally blue, and even in this body there was little darkness to penetrate his mind. Cherno shivered and the smell of frozen pine tickled his nose.

Voices in his head again.
"Look at that girl,"
"What is she doing, alone in the night"
"Is she mad?"
"Goodness, get away from there, the pines will eat you"
"Kukuku."

Ignore them.
Ignore them, Cherno.
For the past few days, these voices had sprung up in his head. As if they were coming from everywhere. The plants. The rocks. The animals. They weren't of course. They were in his head. Eleanora's head. Right? Ugh.

"Ahahaha."

He typed away on his phone.
She was at the hospital. What had happened? It was news everywhere. But like all news unheard of through the media, it was rumours and spreads and lies mixed in with the truth.

...
Cherno did not sign this message.
It ... it didn't feel right.
He stopped his stroll and looked up at the sky. The same bright sky that he had seen on his walk at the hot springs. Cold. Alone. How unfeeling those stars were. How they mocked him silently, grasping at his past but letting him wander like a lost soul through a loud world. Was it like this at the hot springs? Right before he--
Before ...

Before ...

Cherno grit his teeth. He raised his phone again, sent the text, and continued walking. It didn't feel right. Who was he? He wasn't in his own body. He didn't have the memories of Cherno.

"Ahahaha."

He eventually reached his old room, the purples and bright blues sparking and dancing along his vision. Eleanora was sound asleep. Was it a boring day for her? Ack. A hole crumbled up in his heart. How insensitive was he being?
He would have to tell her tomorrow. Would she stop him? Why did he suddenly seem to care less about his body, or this girl?

...
No, screw that.
That wasn't true, Cherno Plume.
You were just hiding your feelings, weren't you? The pain of being alone. The aches of having nobody to depend on.
You wanted to scream out to those unfeeling stars and tell them: "I'm fucking Cherno Plume and I can find my way without using you as a guide!"
But it was hard. So hard. How could you stay adrift when you knew little about how to swim in the rushing currents?

Cherno would tell Eleanora tomorrow.
He made a mental note of visiting the store in the students' hall before. He had some sort of idea. There was no way he would leave the poor girl alone like this, even as his mind screamed at him to take this trip.
He unbuttoned his small coat and threw it to the bedside table, before changing into his pajamas and getting into bed. Gently and with his thick leather gloves, he brought out the wand. Ack. A spark shot through his fingers, even like this. But he would need this. Need this for tomorrow. These days defied logic. They defied the incomprehensible, even- no, rather, they operated on their own world of logic. That was right. He would bring the tool of magical pain with him. The pain that ebbed away not at his nerves, but at his heart. The pain that brought with it these whispers through his ears, barely noticeable, that he repressed as much as possible. He couldn't accept magic, but as he slipped off into bed and closed his eyes, he could accept one thing.
Dead men felt no pain.

"Ahahaha."

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Her arm?
Ooh, that silly Ben.
But Olivia was le tired and she received a few texts. Oh hrm. She told Ben that she would work on everything tomorrow when she was not so fast asleep in the darkness of the night, especially when she would get her post formatting back. Texts and robotics would wait until tomorrow. She wandered off with a sneaky smile back towards the chair and curled up into a ball, snoozing away.

 

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Bronagh waited and waited for the arrival of the doctor again, but he never came. At one point a nurse brought her food and responded with a message, "We had to close up for the night and the doctor went home. But your mother will be coming in tomorrow."​

Oh what a joy.​

Bronagh couldn't help but smile as the nurse set up the small table on the bed and she spoke, "Thank you miss, I really appreciate this."​

The nurse smiled politely and replied, "It is no problem, if you ever need food we won't let you starve." She looked at the time on her watch and spoke, "I am going to bring your wheelchair near the bed so you can get up and go to the bathroom during resting periods. You do not have an IV, but please do notify on the switch that you are moving, so we don't think your heart gave out."​

"Thank you." Bronagh said as she started eating, when she was halfway done the nurse returned with the wheelchair and a cane. "The cane it to help you get off and on the bed. We do not have rails for wheelchairs on this floor because we usually have wheel chaired patients on a different wing. However if you need something to help support you more I will only be too glad to get you something."​

The nurse tilted her head and spoke, "Are you done eating?"​

Bronagh looked at the tray and then said, "Yes but I still have the drink."​

The nurse moved the table closer to her bed and put the drink on the table. She smiled as she collapsed the eating tray and did a slight bow, "Have a good night Miss Williamson, I hope you sleep well."​

Bronagh turned off her phone and leaned back in the bed. She took a couple sips of the drink on the table periodically ​

At one point she fell fast into slumber, content in mind with a smile on her face.​

 

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{OOC: ---• Wearing • Day 24.3}​

[/url]xxxxxxxHeidi's phone beeped in her hand and she lifted it up to check it. Harley had responded. That same foreign pounding in her chest occurred again as she read the message.

xxxxxxxHer face quickly grew to a shade of pink matching Casey's hair. He missed her? Was that a joke? Her cheeks warmed as her face shifted color. She had tapped the reply button, but then a shouting redirected her attention. "yes....GOD DAMN YES!" Casey said as he jumped off the bed he was sitting on and immediately jumped at Heidi and hugged her. Her face turned a deep crimson and she could feel her entire body heating up now. "I WILL LOVE YOU FOR LIFE IF YOU FIX MY HAIR!" Casey said excited as his grin widened. Letting go, Casey jumped around the room happily. He... he wanted her to do it? She had never dyed hair before. This... this was going to be bad.
xxxxxxx"S-sure," she stuttered as her heart rate slowly returned to normal. Her phone vibrated again and she raised an eyebrow in alarm. The sender read Altair and that same familiar fluttering feeling occurred in her chest.

xxxxxxxHe was leaving again. Suddenly, her heart sank. She felt a mixture of embarrassment, joy, and disappointment all at once. It was a peculiar combination; one she was not a fan of. Heidi frowned, before glancing out the window. It was already getting dark out. Maybe it would be best if they waited til the morning. She sighed heavily before returning her attention to the phone.

xxxxxxxShe didn't know what to say to him. Heidi didn't want Altair to leave again. He just came back. Harley would be there, but she didn't want to keep bothering him either. She looked over at Casey, who still seemed to be in a rather pleasant mood. Heidi suddenly had no desire to go buy hair dye. "Hey Casey, it's getting late. Maybe we could do it like, first thing in the morning?"

 

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ALL BODIES HAVE BEEN SWITCHED BACK!!​

{ MARINA, CHERNO & BEN ARE NOW MISSING!! }​

IF IN THE PRESENCE OF ANY OF THEM, THEY HAVE NOW VANISHED BEFORE YOUR EYES.​

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