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❝Left or right?❞​

 

Marina[/url] lifted her gaze at the voice. "Is... is that it?" She stared at the girl's back. Left or Right? I'm supposed to pick a direction? That... that was annoying. She furrowed her brow. "Well, I guess I'll go with xxx."

 

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xxxxxIt was an old temple. Vines crept up strange, incomprehensible glyphs on the walls, and it stacked upon itself, like an Aztec pyramid. Were they somewhere in Central America? None of this made sense. The air seemed still, unmoving, as if time had stopped. And here, in the soft, wavering light of the temple's very edge, where seas of tropical foliage drifted off all around, and the soft crash of waves seemed to awaken his dull senses, just a bit.

But here, on this deserted island, from which he had parachuted away from a dissolving airplane, where nothing and everything seemed real, Cherno understood that this would be a tough trial. Tough decisions altogether. His heart had sank as he discovered they would not be together. Of course. The demoness knew that working together would mean a likelier chance of all of them getting out. She wanted one. One that was worth it.

But the 4% chance still existed.
And damn it if Cherno wouldn't at least try.

The girl he stared before, who faced the wall, did not seem to move an inch at first. Who was she? She wasn't trapped here, was she? It seemed more likely that she was a construct of this entire game.

Well then, Cherno. You must remember that the game had only just begun.
Cherno inhaled the wet tropical air deeply. Settle yourself. The scent of palm tickled his nostrils. It took a few moments, but the lights flickered briefly, and Cherno heard a voice in his head.

"Left or Right?"

Oh.
Hmm.Cherno looked in both directions. Walls. Strange glyphs. Damn, he didn't really even like history. It-- it reminded him of human folly too much. Tch. He bit his tongue, softly. Think, Cherno. Or was this a median chance? Fifty-fifty. Did it determine something else?

No time to think too much right now, he supposed.
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And Cherno waited, looking down at his dirty, sandy feet, beads of salty ocean water dripping down from his drenched hair and clothing.

 

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"Left or right?" The girl murmured the question to him, not even turning her face toward him.​

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Left or right? Ben thought. That's a simple question... Almost too simple. Either way, Ben knew exactly which answer he would choose. "Simple. My answer is..."​

 

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[ OOC : IT'S OKAY, TB, HARLEY DOESN'T THINK ALTAIR IS WORTH FIGHTING, EITHER. ]​

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

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I N xM Y xC R O W N , I xA M xK I N G .
D O N ' T xM E S S xW I T H xM E .

xxxxxxxxxx Despite the day's horrible news, news that dragged his spirit down a chasm of despair, seeing Heidi again ( embarrassed, much less ) lightened his day just a little. Was it because he had complimented her on her outfit, or something else?

Harley gave an easy smiled and took a bite out of the apple he had picked up on his way here. When he was done chewing and swallowing his bite, he looked back up at her, " I thought it would be nice if we could spend the day together, " he began to explain to her, " Since Christmas is tomorrow and I haven't exactly been shopping yet. " His face turned thoughtful and he laughed, " Not that I have many people to buy gifts for. "

Altair's presence near them had become completely nothing to Harley, but Heidi seemed to be extremely embarrassed by it. He wondered why?

" So, what would you like to do? " He asked her. Considering the circumstances, she might probably turn him down, in which case, he would just have to go shopping on his own, or not at all. And then there was Altair, who seemed to just be standing by, not saying much. Harley didn't like this guy, but right now, he was of more use to Harley alive than dead.

He wondered when the time would come where Altair was of more use to him dead. Speaking of other people from the email, Harley wanted to look at that list of names again and cross of the dead ones, then research the ones he had yet to talk to much; particularly Olivia, Theodore, and Marina. Maybe Dylan, too.




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↓T R I A L ✖ O N E ↓​

【 M A R I N A】​

❝Are you sure?❞​

↓T R I A L ✖ O N E ↓​

【C H E R N O】​

❝I do not know about that...You are certain?❞​

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↓T R I A L ✖ O N E ↓​

【B E N】​

❝You seem confident enough...This is your final answer?❞​

 

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Bronagh looked around for the nurse again, paged the heart monitor and grabbed little notebook from the table, getting back on the wheelchair. She rolled off into the big room again, this time there were a couple of kids in there playing a small game with toys.​

Bronagh watched them and smiled, but felt a bit sad. She didn't move around like she had before, and seemed obviously slumped. One of the older kids, probably 8 or 9 saw her and walked over, they tilted their head and grabbed her face and make a smile off of her lips, ignoring the fact she was a total stranger.​

The kid let go and smiled. "Don't worry. Things get better." and they handed her a small note they had in their pocket and skipped away.​

Bronagh raised an eyebrow, then opened up the note. Inside was a small story.​

Spoiler: Note from Child

"My name is Ryan,
I was given a number of days left in my life.
I am sick, and there is no cure for what I have.
If you have this note, that means you looked sad.
Please do not frown, it makes me sad.
I want to see everyone that I see in my numbered days smile.
If you smile at me, that wish is fulfilled.
Life gets better."

Bronagh looked up quickly, and shouted, "Ryan!"​

The boy turned around and Bronagh smiled at him, "What is one thing you want in your life other than a smile before you go?"​

The kid smiled back laughing and said, "I wanna learn how to fish. My momma used to be a fisher."​

Bronagh smiled and said, "How would you like me to teach you how to fish?"​

"It's the winter!"​

Bronagh smiled, "You can fish any time of the year, as long as the water isn't frozen over."​

"Is that a promise? You'll teach me how to fish?"​

"Yes, I'll teach you how to fish."​

The kid ran up to her laughing and said, "What is your name? Why is your hair purple?"​

She laughed back, "My name is Bronagh, My hair is purple because I dyed it."​

The boy spun around quickly then spoke, "I always wanted my hair to be a different color other than blonde... but now I don't have hair."​

"How about a colored wig?"​

"Boys do not wear wigs!"​

"Sure they do. A lot of grandfathers do it."​

The boy laughed again and tugged at her hair, "Remember a promise is a promise. Okay?" The boy turned around to leave then said, "Oh yeah!" he turned back around with a frown on his face, "It has to be before February 7th."​

"Why February 7th?"​

"Because I won't be around after February 7th."​

Ow that hit home.​

"Alright, I'll be sure to make it before February 7th."​

The boy laughed again and waved at her, "Bye Bronagh!"​

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Bronagh smiled as he ran off, then she heard the nurse sigh and knew what was coming next. The nurse walked up to her and Bronagh said, "I won't danger my health I'm just going to sit here okay?" the nurse smiled and nodded then Bronagh asked her before she left, "That boy, Ryan. Can I get basic contact information for him? I've become a secondary "Make a wish foundation"​

The nurse put her hand on Bronagh's shoulder and said, "Absolutely miss. Thank you for doing something for him."​

Bronagh watched the nurse walk away as she started humming happily to herself.​

 

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"You seem confident enough... Is that your final answer?"​

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Ben flinched. Final answer? He shook his head. The girl must be trying to trip him up. He had already chosen his answer; he'd leave the rest to Fate. "Positive."​

 

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xxxxxDo not be dismayed, Cherno. Regardless of the answer you would have given, the question of certainty would have been asked. You were to be strong minded to this. You were a dead man walking, and you had nothing to lose. All Cherno had was his determination to get out, and he hoped dearly that Crestatia was a fan of determined people.

"I'm fly standin' positive in my answer, you dig? Let's jive."

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[/url]Marina nodded awkwardly, though the girl could not see with her back turned. "Y-yeah. That is my answer. I am sure." She rocked on her heels, a bit nervous. The girl's question threw her off. There was a 50/50 chance of being right. Second guessing herself would not solve anything. Just stick to the first guess. She pinched her forehead and closed her eyes. This was already becoming rather nerve wracking, not to mention the pain in her ankle, feet, and arm.

 

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Her body was back. Wonderful! She did not like being a boy. It made her feel...icky, which was probably extremely immature, but that paired with the headaches and the grayness...She was happy to be back where she was comfortable...At least at first.

She found that when she entered her dorm's bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror, she did not feel exactly...herself. Everything was much too bright. Her outfit was too elaborate...Her hair was too long. Her cheeks were too round. She was too short. Tears pricked at her eyes. What was...wrong? She had never been a victim of low self-esteem, not really. Maybe she had just grown so comfortable with herself that now after some time away she was beginning to notice...She really hadn't grown up much at all, had she? When had she stopped?

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↓T R I A L ✖ O N E ↓​

【 M A R I N A】​

❝Go on, then. Good luck.❞​

↓T R I A L ✖ O N E ↓​

【C H E R N O】​

❝Go on, then. Good luck.❞​

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↓T R I A L ✖ O N E ↓​

【B E N】​

❝Go on, then. Good luck.❞​

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【 M A R I N A】​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED ​

 

[/url]Marina hesitated before heading off to the right side of the temple. She picked up her pace and entered the place. It was fairly dark inside, aside from a light in the center of the room. Below it, sat a table. She approached the worn out wooden structure to see nine cards face up on the table. Each had a name labeled at the bottom. This was too familiar. It reminded her of her tarot cards. A note beside them read "Please pick one. Consider your options." She read all the names, matching them with the faces. Who were these people? The ones that died?

She took a minute. Picking someone that she did not know could be both beneficial and a downfall. The same would go for someone she did. Marina weighed the options. The pros and the cons. How much would this decision hurt her? She gulped before lowering her hand to the table and lifting up the card with the image of xxx on it.

 

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"Go on, then. Good luck." Ben's eyes shifted back and forth. Neither of the choices seemed any safer or more dangerous than the other. I'll need it. He turned to the left, heading down the path. After a few moments, he approached... a table? What kind of island was this? As he came closer, he noticed something resting on top of the table. Cards?​

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No, not exactly. As he stood right at the table, he noticed what was strange about them. Nine of the cards sat on the table. But instead of suits or royals, faces of teenagers were on them. A note sat next to them, reading "Please pick one. Consider your reasons." Ben scanned the faces on the cards. Most of them were complete strangers to him. However, he had seen a couple of them before. At that pizza party. Thought it had only happen around a week before, it already felt like an eternity from that moment. Still, even those he did not know.​

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He would have to go with his instincts. "How about... this one?" He grabbed one of the cards off the table.​

 

Marcus's Calender alarm glared and woke him up. He was alone. Weird and...rude? He made sure to glance at the bed. Two girls. The one he had been introduced to and another with pink hair. The small dark haired girl was gone, as was Altair. Marcus shrugged, feeling a bit sad but not down, because they were not obligated to each other any more. Marcus rubbed his shoulders and glanced about the dorm room. He was feeling clusters and invaded. He needed a shower and a game. AndG he wanted the comforts of home.

He hoped his roommate was okay. The guy was so unresponsive sometimes. Marcus sat up and shivered again in the chilled interior of the room. He checked his phone and noted the time while sending a yes to Marina's invitation. With that done Marcus caved in and called his elder brother. He left the sleeping girls to quietly talk and discuss an escape plan from the snake infested school. It was seriously time to go.

 

Cherno entered a room with a table with cards of people he knew, sort of. Cursed memory.
Oh, what was this card.

How strange. He chose that. Now his puppeteer is going to go off lamenting overthinking this entire goddamn thing

 

↓T R I A L ✖ T W O↓​

【 M A R I N A】​

❝Congratulations. If you make it to the end, x will be accompanying you! Keep your card safe. You may continue on through the white door.❞​

↓T R I A L ✖ T W O ↓​

【C H E R N O】​

❝Congratulations. If you make it to the end, x will be accompanying you! Keep your card safe. You may continue on through the gray door.❞​

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↓T R I A L ✖ T W O ↓​

【B E N】​

❝Congratulations. If you make it to the end, x will be accompanying you! Keep your card safe. You may continue on through the black door.❞​

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【 M A R I N A】​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED
TRIAL TWO: FAILED ​

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【B E N】​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED​

TRIAL TWO: FAILED

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【C H E R N O】​

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TRIAL ONE: FAILED
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She showered, dressed, and then left for round two at the hospital. And how easy it was to slip by and to the elevator. It was easier than lying as she didn't even have any of the crash victims' names, though given the nature of the accident and their ages it was safe to assume they were in the same area.

But once there it was really only a matter of luck.

After a bit of wandering Elizabeth saw a group of kids and a teenager in a wheelchair. It seemed like a good bet so she headed towards them, finding a near-by chair. She took a few moments to pretend that she was just waiting around before speaking.

"Rather spirited, these kids... It's uplifting, huh?" Ugh, she hated small children. That would not show here though, no way.

She looked to the crippled patient with a small smile. "Oh dear, you don't look too good... You weren't in that helicopter crash, were you?"

 

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❝Congratulations. If you make it to the end, x will be accompanying you! Keep your card safe. You may continue on through the white door.❞​

Marina frowned. She suddenly had a bad feeling about her choice, but maybe it could be helpful. A plan began to hatch in her mind. It was not a total loss. She began walking through the room and opened the white door, leading to a new room on the other side. The room was filled with crap. CRAPPITY CRAP CRAP CRAP. FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH CRAP. A few things stood out. In particular: a wheel from a bicycle, a microwave, a toothpick, a bag of sour candy, an empty box, a dirty coat, and a lamp. Should she choose one or keep going?

Marina stopped for a moment, eying it all speculatively before settling on the answer of xxx and moving on.

 

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"Rather spirited, these kids... It's uplifting, huh?"​

Bronagh hadn't heard her, she was still watching the kid, Ryan, socialize with the other children there.​

"Oh dear, you don't look too good... You weren't in that helicopter crash, were you?"​

That's when Bronagh realized there was someone actually talking to her.​

Bronagh twitched a second not expecting anyone to have actually talked to her and spoke, "I was in the crash actually." she was quiet for a moment before speaking again, "Not very motivational with a "don't look too good" tied to it. I'm Bronagh, you are?"​