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Eyes began to flutter open, the grey and empty scenery had now changed in a mere instant. "What the..." Attair muttered as he stood up to his feet...but wait wasn't he standing a second ago. How did he return back to the room...unless. With that mere though Altair glanced down at his body and his eyes immediately began to widen "I-Its back" Altair said quietly as he turned his attention up towards Heidi and Casey.

Everything felt so much better than before. There was nothing necessarily wrong with Marcus' body, but all the memories, the pain, the scars that he had earned were all with this body and he wouldn't dare let somebody run away with it and keep it. Glancing down at the palm of his left hand Altair softly smiled and clenched it. "Yo Heidi, hope I didn't keep you waiting. I told you I'd be back " Altair said with the usual casual smile that only belonged to him.

 

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It was a rather solid theory but before a reply could be made to it Elliot suddenly felt faint as his vision blankened. He wobbled over but caught his balance before falling. Or so he thought he had but when his vision returned to him he was elsewhere. On the other side of the room, by the looks of it.

Oh. Oh praise Lucretius! He had returned to his body!

"Ah, so it has either ended or we figured out something to-"

What was that scent? That oh so familiar scent? The mask he wore on Darrius' body must have prevented him from noticing it before but now it was strong enough to pick up on. And so started the fight between feeling disgusted and intrigued began.

Covering his mouth with his hand the boy quickly moved to his desk drawer to pull out a mask but before putting it on he turned to Darrius. "I-I feel very ill all of a sudden. So please pardon me. Maybe we will speak again s-sometime soon."

Without waiting any further Elliot enter the bathroom and locked the door behind him, just in case. Once enough time passed the door was opened once more and Darrius appeared to be gone now. This was good.

Clothes were retrieved then a shower was taken before Elliot, now reunited with his mask, gloves and body found himself laying in bed. Though sleep would not find him right away as the scent lingered, causing him to stare absently at the wall. Why was it there?

While pondering this the boy finally drifted off.

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : I FELL ASLEEP, SORRY EVERYONE }​

{ DAY : 24 - 3/3 } • { DECEMBER 23, 2012 }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SIGH }​

xxxxxxxxxx She hadn't been waiting long when the door opened once more and Cristina was wearing the outfit Kallisti provided. Perhaps jeans hadn't been the best choice for a pregnant girl, but she wouldn't be wearing them for long.

Without a word said to her roommate she began to guide her down the hallway. In her mind, she wondered what Cristina would think if one night, she came home covered in blood. Oh, yes, she did intend to kill someone before she died, at least once more. She hadn't decided who, yet, though. The person she disliked the most, perhaps? At this moment, she didn't know who that was.

Perhaps she should spend more time around each of these people. There was a masquerade ball coming up on New Year's night, that would be a good place. The Sario Estate, it was? That would be a rather nice night to kill and get away with it - but she might get her dress dirty, hmm . . .

Fredrick had been waiting for them in a sleek, black car, having got out to escort them into the back seat, " I do not want to return to the Lein Estate, please bring Miss Cristina and myself to the Brookridge Academy of Excellence. " she told him.

She supposed she should check that e-mail, now, lest it should be another death sentencing from another demon. Internally, there was a small, ironic laugh at that. Wouldn't it be something, hmm?

Within a good amount of time, the car arrived at the Academy and Fredrick escorted the two girls out, " Shall I see to it that you safely reach your room? " he offered, but Kallisti declined and told him they were close enough to walk.

" No, that will be all. Do not tell Mrs. Lein that I send my thanks. " she regarded coolly, " I shall see her soon enough. "

" Very well, madam. " he told her, and then the two girls started walking up, into the dorm. Much event wasn't had and Kallisti began to pay no mind to the snakes, if there were any left.

When they reached their dorm, Kallisti removed her coat and hung it up in their closet. Why did she have so many clothes? It was always lovely to look nice, but . . . Perhaps she would get rid of a good part of them, some time, or give them to someone. She wouldn't need them in the afterlife, after all, who would she be trying to impress? It was a funny thought, that one, and she laughed a little at it.

" It is nice to be back. " Kallisti said fondly as she remember what she and her roommate had been through; not just the crash, but the body switching, as well, " I am going to shower, and then sleep. You should find rest soon, as well, Miss Cristina. "

Within a matter of thirty minutes, Kallisti was ready to go to bed and she slipped under her covers, having placed her outfit out for another day soon. Perhaps she would wear it when she went out with Cherno, where ever the might be going.

" Good night, Miss Cristina. " she said with a small yawn. Cristina needed not to know about this change. Her roommate, she thought, would be the last person she would consider offing, considering her situation.

She closed her eyes.

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[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : HAPPY ]​

xxxxxxxxxx Elizabeth seemed disappointed that they were going, that Harley didn't want to visit anyone, " Alright, shall we head back? " she suggested, and Harley was already walking, motioning for them to come. they probably wouldn't spend another night in his room; at least not Elizabeth.

The three of them hopped into the car, and just then, he saw a black car driving off in front of him, seemingly going in the direction of Brookridge. Kallisti was in there? Eh, probably shouldn't follow for now. He wondered how she was doing. Fine, apparently, if she was okay enough to be checked out of the hospital.

The arrived back on campus without event, and when they did, Allison seemed to gasp and Harley looked at her with a raised eyebrow, " Whoa! " she let out, looking at her hands and clothing, " I - I'm back in my own body! " she announced with happiness and surprise, looking over at Elizabeth. Oh, that was great. It was getting weird being touchy-touchy with Alli when she was in another body.

" That's great, " he said, half-sincere, more relieved, " I'll probably have Alli sleeping in my room again, Elizabeth, unless you want to take her back to your room. You're roommates, right? " he asked, already heading towards the boys' building. Today had been long, for no reason at all, and he was pretty tired.

Oh, Heidi messaged him back. Upon reading it, he smiled.

She's alright, it looks like she checked out.​

I'll see you soon, okay?​

Tomorrow.​

- Harley​

He should definitely be careful.

 

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Walking into their dorm Cristina sighed. It's good to be back. In more ways than one... Back in their room, Cristina pulled out her sleepwear from her closet, got changed and ready for bed after Quin. Her roommate went to sleep before her, bidding her a good night. Cristina nodded and smiled as a reply. She was too tired to use her speech keyboard.

Though she had spent most of her stay in the hospital resting, she was still tired. Probably a result of combined pregnancy symptoms and stress. Cristina hoped that things would be better in the morning, though she highly doubted it. Supernatural things like this...Do they ever get better? Without doing or thinking about anything else, she found herself lying down on her own bed and dozing off.

 

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Before hearing a reply he was suddenly falling towards the ground. He caught himself but when he stood she was gone. Had she ditched him? No, no way she could get out of the room that quickly. So a search for her began but it didn't last too long before he was kicked out of the palace.

Frowning he figured there really wasn't anything to do so he returned to the dorms, finding his room once he had returned. And when he was there he noticed that someone's had been through his stuff. The police, maybe? Made sense since he was dead. Most of it was intact at least but he worried about it all being returned to his aunt now. He needed it.

His aunt... She just lost her sister and now everyone will think he's dead.

"Haha..."

The faint laugh echo'd back to him, taunting him with the fact that he's alone now. Where did Marina go? Was it something to do with this game? He should have stayed and looked harder for her... He'd go back right now but before he could all energy left from him and he found himself passed out on his bed.

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On the way to the dorms everything suddenly shifted. It took a moment but she realized that it meant they had returned to normal. This caused a smile and she felt like she could go through plans more efficiently now.

This day was over without event but at least they were normal again, so it hadn't been totally wasted. How nice.

"She can sleep where ever she wants," Elizabeth replied before changing directions for the girls' dorm, not waiting to see if Allison will be following or not.

Once inside her room she found herself wishing to just sleep now in hopes of starting the new day fresh so it may prove more eventful than this one. So once changed she laid down and quickly dozed off.

 

...What the f*uck? He was settled in the kitchen when suddenly he was on the roof. Snakes were no match for him as he hurried down the stairs to the roof and back to the room he knew to be Altair. Once in the cold safety of the room . He was so relieved that he was exhausted., so he yawned as an excuse to not talk to anyone. He grabbed his blanket and pillow, found a corner that was empty and dropped into a warm sleep.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx " She can sleep wherever she wants. " Elizabeth said, and then she started walking off. Harley sighed, and looked at Alli who had yet to say anything.

" Well, I'm going back to my room, Alli. " he told her, rubbing the back of his neck, " You should come, if you want. "

Tomorrow, he would see Heidi. Spend the day with her? It was always an adventure, never a bore. He liked Heidi, she was a good kid. For how long, though? The voices in her head, they plagued her; would they drive her to do something awful? Probably. He'll be honest, he was expecting it to happen - when, he didn't know, but it would.

She would have to be happy for now. Keeping her happy was one of his priorities.

When Harley got back to his room, he stripped off all of his clothing, liking that he was back in his own body still, and showered. He was tired. He wondered how long this game would last for him? He had no chance of winning, he accepted that, but he really didn't give a damn. Living his life the same as it had always been, there wasn't much difference.

He wondered who he would kill first?

Harley slipped into his bed, boxers on, and drifted off to sleep.

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[/url]xxxxxxxxHeidi heard Marcus mumble something while she waited on Casey's reply. she didn't think much of it, until he addressed her. "Yo Heidi, hope I didn't keep you waiting. I told you I'd be back " She turned to look at him, with a swell of emotion rolling off of her. It wasn't Marcus, was it? A large grin spread across her face as she took in the familiar white-haired shape. She couldn't help herself. Heidi was too overjoyed. She sprinted across the short distance and wrapped her arms tightly around Altair's waist, burying her face in his chest.

xxxxxxxShe held the embrace quietly for a minute, before finally muttering into his shirt. "I'm glad you're back... and you." Finally she pulled away, her face flushed. "I-I'm... I'm going to get ready for bed." Heidi dug through the suitcase for some pajamas and quickly ran to the bathroom. She shut the door rather loudly and slumped to the floor on the other side. Why did she feel so weird with him lately-- Harley too? Speaking of which, there was another message awaiting her from him. she held the phone up to her face, as she rested her cheek against the cool door. It felt nice, refreshing. It helped her body cool off. She smiled happily at the message.

xxxxxxxUsing the doorknob, Heidi pulled herself to her feet to change. Her body had resumed it's normal condition, for now, and she used the opportunity to switch from her day clothes to her night ones. When done, she slowly opened the door. Tyler still had not come back yet. Would he mind her sleeping in his bed again? She didn't want to keep Altair from sleeping in his another night. Her eyes shifted to Casey. Would he have to sleep on the floor or couch? That wouldn't be fair either. Maybe...

xxxxxxx"A-Altair," she started nervously while dumping her clothes into a pile on top of the suitcase. "Tyler... he's not back yet and I don't want anyone to have to sleep on the floor... so.. so.. I uh... I was wondering..." This was ridiculously hard. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she walked over to his bed, knees quaking. "If you would want to... to share... the bed?" They had done it before, but he was already sleeping at the time. Would it be a big deal now? Heidi gulped nervously and crawled in regardless. He didn't have to join her, but she sort of hoped he would. She laid down with her head on the pillow, cheeks burning, and eventually fell asleep after some time of awkwardness.

 

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As the sudden embrace hit him all he could do was smile and look down at the girl "glad to be back" Altair said before the girl had let go of him. Watching the girl's face suddenly become flushed suddenly cause Altair to let out a small chuckle "alright Heidi take your time" Altair said to the girl as she went out to get changed. As he waited for the girl, Altair's attention was immediately brought over to Marcus, who had only just returned back. He was surprised to see the teen back in this room when they really didn't have to stick together, but then again he really didn't mind Marcus' company and welcomed it. Nonetheless there was something that was needed to have been done and that was to regain his possessions. Taking out Marcus' phone, Altair skillfully took away his own phone from Marcus and switched it with his. With that done Altair moved on to the next step. This step was hard but in the end Altair managed to take away the gun Marcus had without awakening the teen.

Placing his belonging away, Altair turned to face the nightdressed Heidi with a smile. What she said next suddenly caused the teen's eyes to widen as he was taken back by the request. It was not that the request was unusual but he just didn't expect to see Heidi ask it like that. "Ah thats no problem at all" Altair said with a smile as he instantly regained his composure.

 

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A large, mostly empty airplane sails high above the clouds. The gentle hum of the aircraft fills the vacant spaces. RHIA stands in front of the passage leading to the cockpit. MARINA, BEN, and CHERNO rest rows apart in their designated seats.

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RHIA delicately clears her throat and uses long fingernails to brush stray strawberry-milk strands from her bright eyes. The index finger of her left hand squeezes down on the trigger megaphone. ​

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RHIA​

Please wake up, now. ​

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OOC- looks like all the drama llamas have been unleashed. All of them. Or at least starting to. Also thank you Saxima, you did a great job dragging me around and I'm sorry that you had to do that.

Allison was left standing awkwardly looking at the backs of the two people she was just with. Should she go to the left with Harley or should she go to the right with Elizabeth? She sighed closing her eyes in frustration. Harley's parting words didn't help. In the end she took off after Elizabeth somewhat awkwardly following behind her as she didn't really know what to say to her. Well rather, she was somewhat curious as to who she wanted to visit at the hospital, but maybe that was a private matter so it was probably better she didn't pry. She still had some HIPAA training in her regarding privacy and confidentiality in the hospital and especially regarding patient information. She was never nervous in the hospital as she was too used to being in one volunteering. Once upon a time she had plans to have a career in the medical field. Not that any of that mattered now, as Allison reminisced with a sardonic smirk. Yes, none of it mattered now, her steadily dropping grades, her impossible dreams and goals. "Hee..." she followed after Elizabeth and bid her good night after taking a shower finally despite Elizabeth already taking a shower in her body as Allison just felt the need to wash all of the past few days off of her in a soothing shower. After her hair was completely dry, she changed into another white long sleeved shirt and pants and went to sleep. She seemed to own a lot of white long sleeved shirts and turtlenecks. Briefly she wondered why as her thoughts eventually dissipated as a dreamless sleep claimed her.

 

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What a very odd occurance,

After busting his brain about how to return to his original body just sort of happened…

Darrius couldn’t really complain, they either did something right, passed the set time for the body switch, or maybe the whole event was just some random occurrence. Whatever the case was Darrius was pleased with the outcome. Before he could even say another word his comrade sudden got up and left. It was strange but Darrius didn’t mind. With that done Darrius merely left a single note on a nearby desk and walked out. The blue haired teen merely returned to his room and immediately fell fast asleep on his bed.

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“well I guess I’ll sleep with sleeping beauty over here” Casey said hopping into bed with Zoey and fell fast asleep.

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With a smile Altair watched Heidi head into bed and calmly the teen laid down next to her with a smile. As the drowsiness took him over, Altair placed his arm over the girl and held her as he fell fast asleep with a smile on his face.

 

DAY 25
December 24th, Monday
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Oh-

Oh ...
Cherno slowly opened his eyes, and ...
And the world. It was grey, again.
Grey, white, as if everything was coated in a steely frost. The air was thick and clouded everything. He looked at his hands and balled his fists. A--ack. Tight pain again. His left hand ... bandaged, yes. Ah! He was ... back in his own body? Cherno looked around. Where was he? Seats after seats after seats. Nobody else seemed to be on this ... airplane?
What was going on?

He looked towards the window. Black and silent, with winds rushing by. A--ah ... urgh. He felt nauseous. It was dark outside. So dark. It felt as if he would fall in. Beads of sweat formed near Cherno's forehead, and he quickly looked away.

A voice chimed in from somewhere. Where was it coming from?

"Please wake up, now."​

It was commanding. It echoed through the fuselage, as if a director on the set of a film.

Was it the pilot?
This was definitely something related to this entire gameboard problem. Okay, Cherno. Keep yourself damn calm and rational. You are a machine. Dead of emotion. You are going to get out of this soon. Cherno inhaled deeply, closing his eyes, before once again opening their dimmed golden irises, like dead suns, to the other end of the airplane.

 

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{Day: ??? ○ Tumblr○ Wearing○ Wig}​

[/url]"I know the now.

I study the past.​

To Predict the Future."​

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"Please wake up, now."​

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xxxxxxxxxxThick dark eyelashes fluttered open, revealing her dark blue eyes to the room. Marina rested her head in her hand. She had just been with Anthony a moment ago. Now where was she? Taking in her surroundings, she could easily surmise that it was an airplane, but judging by the flight attendant at the front, it was no normal airplane. Her hair was a creamy shade of pink, with horns sticking out her head and elfish ears. Another demon no doubt, or not? Things could only get weirder... She sighed and looked around to see the other passengers. A tall scraggly-haired boy about her age and Benjamin, or was it Olivia? At the given moment, it was hard to say.​

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xxxxxxxWhat would happen to Anthony without her being there? Marina felt as if she had actually been making headway. Now she was here, on this remotely empty plane. Where was its final destination? She straightened out in the seat. Was this their punishment for not fulfilling the demands of the letter? What would happen? The other letters-- Marina had a terrible feeling as to what the other letters entailed.​

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xxxxxxx"Excuse me," Marina started-- specific, that is what she learned in her meeting with Crestatia, be specific--, "I see that we are on a plane, so I shall not ask the foolish question of 'where are we?' But, what exactly are we doing here?" Pleasantries, had she completely lost her manners? Being impolite to whatever this girl was, would probably be bad. "My apologies, I am Marina, but I am sure you already know this. And you are?"​

 

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INT. AIRPLANE - NIGHT​

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RHIA smiles. She has been without company for ages. Her black heels are muted against the plush patterned carpet beneath her as she walks down the aisle. Gentle blood hued irises connect with MARINA and CHERNO's.

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MARINA​

Excuse me, I see that we are on a plane, ​

so I shall not ask the foolish question of ​

'where are we?' But, what exactly are we doing ​

here? My apologies, I am Marina, but I am sure ​

you already know this. And you are?​

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RHIA​

(softly)​

Crestatia has sent you here. You are those​

who have chosen to reject the demon's proposal.​

My name is Rhia, I am very happy to meet you. ​

I will be escorting you to your new destination.​

I sincerely regret to inform you that it is most likely ​

that only one of you will return to the Gameboard.​

Are there any more questions before we start?​

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{OOC: Christmas Eve <3• Wearing!! • Day 25.1 Monday December 24th}​

[/url]xxxxxxxxxHeidi shifted in bed, feeling the strong warm body wrapped tightly around her, and pressed herself closer in. She sighed with a content smile on her face, as she nuzzled her cheek into the pillow. Hair fell in her face and she cracked her eyes open to brush the bangs out of the way. Altair's grasp on her was firm, but she managed to lift a hand high enough to do so. She blushed slightly at the proximity of the two. This contact had startled Altair last time. It would probably be best to rectify it before he awoke. She didn't want him to scare the others awake; not to mention, that pounding in her chest was back.

xxxxxxxHeidi carefully tried to maneuver out of his grasp without waking him. It was difficult, to say the least. Altair had a tight hold on her and she didn't want to move his arm around too much and wake him. She had slid down the length of his body, which was fairly easy (given the height difference), but in doing so, her shirt kept trying to lift up. Heidi kept having to stop to readjust it and then feared all progress had been lost. When she finally broke free, she tread lightly to the suitcases, looking for something to wear. Most of the pants were dirty now. She would have to settle on one of the dresses, as scary as it was. She took comfort in the black leggings-- they would hide any marks on her legs and a jacket would take care of the arms-- and made her way into the bathroom to shower and get dressed.

xxxxxxxHer reflection in the mirror stared hauntingly back at her. Wavy damp hair clung to her face as she tried not to worry about how much time she had left. The soft towel hung loosely from flat body and she had to hold it up with her hand. Towels never seemed to stay supported around her body. She brushed through the mop of hair on her head, the bristles clinging to each tangle and tearing through until it was all smooth and snarl free. Getting dressed didn't take as long as brushing through her hair, but it was still difficult. Dresses gave her problems. She hadn't worn any since she was little, and now had been forced to wear two since they arrived in Brookridge. It had to have been some secret form of torture. Although, this did make both times wearing them on days she planned to see Harley. He's always way better dressed than her. She just wanted to prove she could look nice in his presence.

xxxxxxxShe tiptoed over to the nightstand and picked up the phone, carrying it with her to the living room area. Heidi sat down on the floor in front of the television, the same as yesterday. She turned it on, with the volume down as low as she could physically make it. She wanted everyone to continue to sleep in peace, since it was still dark out. The news was of course the only thing on. She checked her phone surprised to see a message so early in the morning. It was from Altair's grandpa, who conveniently entered his name in the phone as 'Gramps.'

xxxxxxxShe smiled at the message, pleased. Christmas, that was tomorrow, wasn't it? Heidi hadn't really celebrated Christmas in years. The best she had gotten over the last few was Aunt Stacey allowing her out of the room of a couple hours to watch a movie and eat some crappy frozen dinner. Presents never came, and neither did Santa. Heidi stopped believing in his existence after her grandmother died. Or at least, she never believed to be on the 'nice' list since then. She was clearly naughty if she did nothing to stop it. Her face saddened as a more melancholy air grew around her. The only thing gaining her attention was the anchor mentioning snakes and crashes. What was this? She turned up the volume two notches, so that it was a little louder, but not enough to disturb anyone.

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xxxxxxxHeidi blinked back tears as a shaky finger pressed the power off button. They were lying, right? They had to be lying. It was just a cruel joke. There was no way it was true. Tyler was nice, he helped her try and find Altair, and Anthony... Anthony... he couldn't... He just couldn't be dead. They were supposed to help everyone together. He couldn't be dead.

xxxxxxxThe room began to feel constricting. The air was stagnant and dull. She couldn't breathe. She needed to leave. Heidi stood up, knees shaking as she did, and quickly went to grab a jacket. It was cold outside and the coat was hoodless, so she grabbed a matching hat and mittens. She needed to leave. Her chest hurt. Why did it hurt? She slipped her feet into a pair of sneaking before running out the door. It shut harder than intended, but she didn't care about being quiet anymore. A small package lay in the hall outside the door and she scooped it up with one hand. This must have been what the old man was talking about. Heidi bit her lip to hold back the wave of tears. Her eyes stung. They couldn't be dead. There was no way.

xxxxxxxHer stomach churned unpleasantly and she decided to go get breakfast in the Dining Hall, sending Altair and Harley a message on the way. They couldn't be dead. It was a lie. She breathed uneasily as she pressed send, the cold air stinging her exposed skin as she exited the boy's dorm. Heidi didn't bother signing it as tears dripped down onto the screen. Storing the phone in the pocket of her coat, she made it halfway before collapsing into a sad pile on the ground.

 

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xxxxxA voice rose out from one of the seats in a row closer to that commanding director of this airborne set, posing an intriguing question. Cherno blinked. It was an airy voice, refined, and yet tinged with a hint of melancholy. If this was some sort of trick by that demoness, then why had he never heard the voice before? Was it a Brookridge student? From his view, he could not get a proper look at the girl, or the other person -- there was someone else here, no?

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Cherno slumped in his seat and gently placed his fingers together. His dull, calculating eyes observed the plane. Lurch was of a minor momentum. They were travelling at an extremely fast vector. Little turbulence, for now -- or rather, there would be a lot of damned turbulence when they all figured out what sort of new jive-jumping hob-nob slaughter would happen today.

Cherno held a porcelain palm to his left temple, rubbing it gently. Threads of nervous pain wrapped through the sinews of his gaunt body. He would at least have to thank Eleanora for keeping his body well. A--ah ... it was so high up ... would they-- would they really get out of here? ...

Guh. There was-- there was no time to worry. You have your body back. That was one step for a dead man, Cherno Plume. What was important at the moment was getting yourself ... and, and these two strangers off of this airplane, if ever so. If wanted, really.

Did Cherno really wish to go back to the world, the cage of asphodel below where little waited for him?

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Spoiler

"I'll make sure to protect you, Hyperbola."

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Of course.
How could he forget his promises? The small, grey ribbons that tied him to the world of decay. Not for his own use anymore. What good were promises that were kept only for one's own sake? He was getting off this screwed up airplane. Anything it would take. Anything it would take to make sure people would not die by his hand any further.

The voice boomed out a response to the girl's question.

"Crestatia has sent you here. You are those who have chosen to reject the demon's proposal. My name is Rhia, I am very happy to meet you."
Ah. Her name was Rhia.

He finally gazed upon a better view of her. The most startling thing about her was her large horns, emerging from soft bundles of a lightish coloured hair. To him, the hair seemed a silvery grey. It must have had a nice tone to it. Strawberry? Blonde? He wouldn't know. But her eyes sent a shiver down his spine. Her crimson eyes were careful and striking, yet they seemed to have a gentleness to them. The red was so vibrant, even in this world of grey, and it threw a wide-eyed Cherno off.

"I will be escorting you to your new destination. I sincerely regret to inform you that it is most likely that only one of you will return to the Gameboard. Are there any more questions before we start?"

Crestatia's fault. The demoness had her hands in everything. As expected. Cherno bit his lip and grimaced in his corner, as if a bitter taste lingered in his mouth. That bitch. And a new destination? ... Perhaps a new way to start over?

Cherno dangled the thought in his aching mind before gently placing it away. Most likely only one of us would return. Most likely. Still a chance, was there? It was time for Cherno to ask his own questions. He cleared his throat.

"'Scuse me, uh, Rhia," He began, a bit heavyhandedly and awkwardly. "I've uh, I've got a few queries to fly your way, you dig?"

Think, Cherno.
First of all, where the hell was this airplane going?
And did the chance for some of us to escape together exist? He barely knew the other two, but they were in the same boat of this damned e-mail. He wasn't going to get the stench of blood on his hands after they had been already coated with bucketfuls.

And be careful. Careful. Word your questions carefully. These demonesses were tricky and fickle kittens.

"Where and what exactly is the destination of this airplane?" Cherno stood up, his face set stone-like, gazing into Rhia's bright blood red eyes. "And you happened to have said "most likely" a jiff ago. Is it true that there's a chance we'll all be able to leave this plane together and alive, then?"

...
One last question.
It had hit him hard how he had not asked this of Crestatia before, nor anyone else did.

"Who here, in the airplane, is most likely to die, and what is the order of people not on this airplane most likely to die, cat?"

 

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To Predict the Future."​

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"My name is Rhia...any more questions..."​

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xxxxxxxxxxMarina nodded. The woman seemed pleasant enough, and pleased to have company. It did not change how she felt, however, for they were in a foreign aircraft being guided by... well, whatever she was. Marina did have a few more questions, who could not, but was beat to the punch line. "Where and what exactly is the destination of this airplane?" The lanky disheveled black-haired boy stood up. She took stock of him. He was attractive enough, with those golden eyes, but something seemed off about him. Had the circumstances been different, she would have wished to know him further-- to find out what made his appearance seem so bleak. His question, it was a good one. They needed to be specific. If this was about the letters, then he was there too. Who was he? One of the Bellhurst students no doubt, which though?​

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xxxxxxx"And you happened to have said "most likely" a jiff ago. Is it true that there's a chance we'll all be able to leave this plane together and alive, then?" That one weighed heavily on her mind. She had picked up on Rhia's wording and was glad to not be the only one. Most likely meant that there was a possibility. They just needed to work together. That would not be so hard. Not with this fellow at least and Benjamin, or Olivia, whichever it was. Preferably Benjamin. She had come to tolerate Olivia's presence, but would still rather not be around the girl. Girls were too unpredictable-- she could attest for that. "Who here, in the airplane, is most likely to die, and what is the order of people not on this airplane most likely to die, cat?" Damn, did he leave anything else for her to ask?​

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xxxxxxxHis voice began to sound familiar. She had heard that manner of speech in the orb room. Who was he? That last question, would Rhia answer it? Would she even know the answer? Honestly, Marina did not anticipate a response, or at least not a good one. It had not taken long to pick up on the vagueness that were the 'players.' Oh... I know what to ask before we run out of time for questions again. She sat up straight, gazing directly into those tender nightmarish crimson eyes. "I have a few more questions, if he is finished?" She glanced back at her email recipient peer. "First, what relation do you have to Crestatia-- an accomplice, associate, slave? Secondly, are you another one of these players she spoke of? Given that we are the pawns. If so, who is your piece?" There. That would hopefully tie up any loose ends. Were they missing something? Should there have been more asked?​

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xxxxxxxHer eyes roamed over the rows upon rows of empty seats, until they rested on Benjamin/Olivia. Who was currently occupying that body? What would (s)he have to say; if there was anything left to say at all? She wished for some sort of sign, but if they were 'off the gameboard' once more, then the spirits would probably be of no use. Marina sighed heavily. Would things be better for her if she had condemned the boy as requested? Somehow, Marina doubted that. There was no way she would have been able to live with the guilt. Not now, not ever. At least if they were going to die, this airplane did not seem so bad, for now. Granted they were in coach seating, but there were no other passengers. It was quiet and serene. Black empty skies zoomed passed them through the window, almost as if they were diving deeper and deeper into a black hole. All light disappeared in front, and faded away in back. Where was she taking them? How long would they last here? Would Crestatia be on the other side waiting?​

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It was quiet in the hospital... and Bronagh couldn't sleep anymore. She listened to the breathing of other patients in her room while they were in slumber and she became very relaxed.​

Although she was not going to the bathroom, she notified the nurse she was taking off the heart monitor, and then slowly lowered herself onto the wheelchair.​

She really, just wanted to move around and be out of that room.​

She only went to the hallway and a room that was there for mobile hospital patients(usually kids) to sit around, converse, or just play with toys. It was a pretty wide open area and only a few people were actually in the room at the moment. She just drove around in circles, trying to gain in practice. At one moment, she went really fast and then slowed herself and the sped up again.​

At one point, a wheel slipped and she did a wheelie, but was totally not expecting it and was trying to re-balance her weight so she couldn't wipe out while shouting, "Oh no! OH no!"​

When the wheels were safe on the ground and she was motionless in the center of the room, she started to laugh. One of the people who was in the room at the time laughed along with her. Another was still in concern at the wheelie.​

Bronagh started wheeling around backwards and forwards and fast and slow, and did not wheelie again. She was having a good time.​

 

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Ben's eyes flicked open. He was no longer in the basement of the dark mansion, but rather he was in... an airplane? A girl with creamy hair stood at the front of the aisle. Large horns grew out of her head, curling behind her pointed ears. Her eyes glowed a bright red, but they seemed gentle, rather than aggressive. Was this the girl who had told them to wake up just moments before?​

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Ben looked down at his hands. They were his own, not having Olivia's long and thin yet small fingers. He was back in his own body. His thoughts shifted to Olivia. If he was here, what would be happening to her? Was he merely out of his body, like their meeting with Crestatia, or was it worse? He knew Olivia would have no problem taking care of herself, but she had warned him to avoid the police. How easily would she be able to avoid them on her own?​

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Ben heard the others on board with him asking the girl, who introduced herself as Rhia, questions. Marina was here, and some other boy as well. When Rhia informed them that Crestatia had sent them there, Ben's heart sank. Was this about the contents of their letters? True, he had not fulfilled his own task; he hardly even had an opportunity to do so. But even if he did, he would have hardly followed the ridiculous order. Though the other two passengers rattled off questions, Ben remained in silence.​