O.C. All Stars

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Acele watched as the twosome decided to run away to the apartment building. Heck, she wasn't even sure what happened, though that might be partly because she zoned out. She heard the guy introduce himself as Harley, but after that, things began to blur. Maybe she needed to work on her attention span, but it felt like too much work. It was probably best if she just kept being herself and work things out as they come. It's worked for her so far after all.

Thinking she might follow with the crowd, Acele wandered to the large building across the street as well. There were some kind of vehicles crossing the street on wheels, but they were going much faster than she knew vehicles could go. The fastest thing that she saw was guy outrunning a horse, but that was because she was chasing him with a burnt piece of metal. She managed to hold back a chuckle remembering her fun times in her old house. Being pampered and spoiled rotten certainly gives a girl an interesting way to view "fun". Though she certainly enjoys her time stealing from others more then she did before, that's for sure.

Managing to cross the street with a group of other children, she walked into the building with another long hallway. Man, what is up with this place and its long hallways? Thinking to herself this was probably going to be a recurring thing in this place. Living in a large house she knew what it meant to have large hallways, but that also meant they were there for no reason but to take up space. At least for this place it seemed smaller and not unnecessary. There were doors laid out on both sides, with numbers on each door. She guess that must be how to find out which door her key went to. Looking at her key it had "201" engraved on it. She figured that might mean second floor, since there's no way that two-hundred rooms were on this first floor alone. She walked to the end of the hallway and saw some kids getting into a strange box. She didn't know where else to go, so she went in as well. Inside a boy pushed a number 2, and the doors closed. Acele was not sure what was going on, but she could get used to it at least, since it seemed easy.

After riding the box upward, Acele got out and looked around. Walking a little ways away, she noticed a door with "01" on it.

"Guess this might be the door?" She grabbed her key and put it into the lock.

Giving the key a twist, the door open and Acele nearly did a silent "yes". She had gotten into that habit every time she cracked a safe or opened a locked door when stealing from someone. Too bad this time she wasn't stealing anything. Entering the room there were some doors in front of her and to her right, with a large open room to her left. She walked into the room on the right and checked to see what was inside. To her surprised there was another large room, with what seemed to be a very fancy bathroom connected to it without any door.

"Oh yeah, I'm definitely calling this room as mine." She grinned as she thought of ways to make this her own space. Growing up after running away she was used to moving around all the time, and in cramped places at that. This was going to be like moving from a cardboard box to a barn for her.

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Xane listened as the guy named Harley introduced himself. He also answered Xane's question about the living space being across the street. Given that he really didn't have much else to do, he thought of going there as well. Harley and the girl with him seemed to be headed in that direction too, but since it seemed like they wanted to get away from the others, he gave them a little space. Trying to cross the street was difficult with the vehicles going so fast. He was used to cars somewhat, since he hadn't seen a lot of them, but not going so fast. Usually his city was so crowded they couldn't get very far very fast, unless it was the military.

Getting into the building, he watched as the students shuffled around, looking for their rooms. He took the key out of his pocket and noticed it had "208" on it. He wasn't sure where that was, but he'd be able to find it. He tried the first door and nothing happened, so he went to the next one. After trying all of the doors, and having no luck at the same time, he wondered where he was supposed to go. At that moment, he heard a ding and looked behind him. There was an elevator that he hadn't noticed. Though this elevator seemed slightly different than what he was used to. Given that this was a different world, however, he could deal with differences. Xane went into the elevator and only saw a few buttons, then pushed the button for the second floor. Guessing maybe that was what the 2 on the key meant, he figured maybe he should try room 08.

After exiting the elevator, he walked to the end of the hall and found the door to room 08. He tried his key in it and noticed it was already unlocked. Figuring that maybe someone was already inside, he prepared himself for what was going to happen next. He kind of hoped that he'd get a room to himself, but that wasn't going to happen. He just wished that at this point he could get a room to himself.

Knocking on the door, he opened it up and called. "Hello, anyone in here? I have a key to this room, but it seems like the door was already unlocked."

He looked around and heard a few sounds coming from further in. Not sure what to do, he just waited for a reply.

 

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After having dealt with the train of a man and having gotten away from the school he had finally ended up in the apartment building that they were instructed to go to. Altair was finally glad to finally be able to get away from the chaos that was in classroom and even the hallway. “Alright…room 105…” Altair said silently as he opened the door before him and entered the door. Closing the door behind him and turning on the light, Altair walked in silently, noticing nobody was in the room.

Finally he was able to be alone. The silence was able to allow him to concentrate and he closed his eyes as he lowered his head. “100 days…” Altair said clenching his fist. He was dead, he should not be alive anymore…so why was he here? Everything felt the same as it did when he was alive, the pain he felt from his nails digging into his palms told him of that. How many of them were alive? How many of them were dead? His promise was broken, he was worthless, a burden. The reason he sought, in the end he could not find anything.

He tried to change his fate; he tried to help, to not be that worthless burden. No matter how much he tried he failed at everything. He let out a loud yell of frustration and sent a punch against a wall. “DAMN IT ALL” Altair yelled out as he continued to punch the wall. “USELESS! WORTHLESS!” Altair yelled as the tears fell. He could not save anybody, he could not understand them. Heidi, Casey, Anthony… in the end he wasn't even able to help any of them.

There was one final punch before he began to pant, the tears rolling down his face. His fist remained against the wall, his body shaking. He still remembered it as clear as day, that voice of Crestatia as she took over his body, causing him to kill all those people. He did not deserve this new life, he just wanted it all to end. His body moved on its own, it rushed towards a drawer and opened it. He looked inside it and his eyes widened before narrowing as he pulled out the object dwelling inside. A gun, he had a gun in his possession when he died. He did not know what caused the gun to be in the drawer nor did he know how he knew it was in there, but he pulled the gun up to his head. His mind was resolute; he did not desire a second life.

His finger moved to pull the trigger, but it immediately paused the moment somebody grabbed his hand. It was as if this person had come out of nowhere and Altair’s eyes widened in shock as he stared up at the person who stopped him “DEMITRI?!” Altair yelled out this name as he was instantly knocked back, a fist connecting with the side of his face as he was knocked downwards.

 

Ze Operator

Seeing Tessa flush at her own response caused Operator to also tense up as he slightly picked up his pace, heading out to the courtyard, where a couple of other students were already there. He checked his own key, responding, "There should be a room number on your key, milady." as he made it past it. He decided to change the subject, despite Tessa's odd quip.
"I'm guessing, by now, that you might've already tried to use your Geokinesis, right?" He asked, "But it's not just you either. I can't use my dimension abilities, nor can I access my core. It's a wonder I could even wake up at all. I should still be in a coma if my drive is deactivated. Anyway, whatever is going on, all we could do is observe, and act as necessary.
He saw a nearby hotel, entering it, figuring that this was the hotel that gave the particular key in Operator's hand, if not everyone's. He took a stairs to the first floor, looking around, and even saw a couple of people from the school enter them. He turned to Tessa, asking, "Any of these rooms yours?"

Axel Da Silva

No one seemed to notice as Axel finally left the classroom, key to room 109 in his hand. He made his way through the courtyard, past small group of students, chatting idly, walking towards the apartment building. He entered, following by another boy and girl, trudging up the steps in a business-like way, coming up on the first floor, walking past 105, 106, 107, 108....
Apparently, room service must've forgotten to shut the door. He quietly walked and saw the inside of the apartment was occupied by someone else, a male with straight brunette hair.
Axel opened the door more fully, causing a creak, entering to meet the boy.

@Magick
@Glen

 

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As she told Semyaza that she didn't blame her in the slightest for what had happened, she saw an odd smile form on her mouth. She didn't know what struck as odd about her smile, but it just seemed off. Afterwards, after asking about her physical body, let out a little chuckle and answered, "If I knew that, I would probably know more about what is going on..." That does make sense. If Azazel didn't know a whole lot about what was going on right now, Semyaza wouldn't either. "Either way, I love it. I know you may be able to appreciate it after all that happened, but most humans just do not appreciate how amazing fresh air feels... though this place feels strange to me in general..." After all that happened. That's right, before they found themselves in this bizarre situation, they were in an absolutely horrendous situation. One where Azazel's and Joslyn's roles were reversed, with her being a voice in the angel's head. She brought her hands up and looked at them more closely.

Joslyn, it's okay. It's better this way. I'm more used to being a voice in someone's head anyways, trust me. She was always so reassuring, kind, and helpful, she really did deserve more than just being a voice in her head. She deserved so much more, so much better.

Semyaza took a deep breath before relaxing more in her seat. "After nearly a thousand years of being a voice in someone's head, or just being forced to sleep, it feels great to be my own being." After that, she looked over at the silver haired girl. "Those two demons are not back in your head are they?"

Huh? What's she going on about? Ooooh, if she's about to rag on us, I swear I'm gonna-

Gonna what? There isn't exactly a whole lot you can do in heeerrrree, you mooorrrooooon~

Plant it, shitbag. Just because I can't do anything to her, doesn't mean I can't get mad at the bitch!

Watch your tongue. If you insult her, I will make you pay for it. Dearly. Camilla let out a frustrated cry as she just had to sit back and listen.

Semyaza sat up straight before continuing. "If they are I feel even worse for the lot of you... oh dear did I just say the lot?" She covered her face in embarrassment. "He really is getting to my speech patterns."

Joslyn couldn't help but chuckle at that a little bit. "That does s-sound like him." She let out a short sigh. "But to answer y-your question, yes, they are b-back in my head. It gets to be a headache a l-lot of the time, but I don't m-mind it."

As if you had a choice in the matter.

Even if she didn't, she doesn't have to tolerate you. I know I don't have to.

Say what you will, but we don't like this idea anymoooore than yooouuu dooooo~

 

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As Roslind held the key up, the man leaned in closer to better inspect it. She really hated being at this sort of disadvantage. She was utterly useless here. There were too many unknown factors in this land and there was nothing she could do about it. ⁅Hmm, ah that's the key to your apartment room.⁆

She stared at him again, having no clue what an apartment was.

He leaned in closer to the key. ⁅Let's see, the key has a number that will tell you what room you'll be residing in for the night..⁆ he said, before pointing over at the apartment building they were going to stay at.

That made a little sense -- only a little. Roslind continued with her blank, confused look.

⁅That is were we will be staying. Oh right, you probably don't know what an apartment is...⁆

She nodded. And we have reached the root of the problem.

⁅Well it's... hmm, how to put this.... It's sort of like an inn, basically. It contains different rooms that people live in... your key says 201, so it's only logical that the key will open the door to room numbers 201.⁆ he said, while pulling out his own key.

All right. An inn. Roslind knew what an inn was. That made her a little happy. How many days had it been since she left the temple? Four? Sleeping in the woods was tolerable, but not her most favorite thing to do. She had been on a secret delivery. If she had opted to pay for a room in an inn on the way, there was a good chance she could have been identified. The priests were not supposed to travel alone. When they did travel, it was always important. Granted, she hadn't exactly been alone. She would have preferred it though.

⁅Hmm, my key says 202, so I guess we won't be too far from each other.⁆ That was convenient. Their numbers were one after another. That would put their rooms close together. Suddenly he closed his eyes with a small smile. Roslind pressed her lips together and tipped her head back an inch. ⁅Well then...⁆ he began, while placing one arm across his chest and bowing, ⁅Allow me to be your guide milady, I know it must be frustrating, but I'm sure you'll be able to communicate soon and I shall be of assistance to you until you're perfectly fine on your own.⁆ That would probably take awhile, but she appreciated it. She returned the bow out of respect and when he raised his hand for her to take his arm, she obliged. It would have been rude not to, after he had done so much for her already. ⁅Shall we be on our way?⁆

She nodded, before stepping forward in the direction of the apartment. While the nameless man led her, Roslind took the opportunity to look around some more, safely. Such a strange land indeed. As they entered the building, Roslind started to feel even more on edge. Everything was just too different. Her eyes darted between the strange lanterns on the ceilings and the decorative walls. The floors were made of some cloth material, not stone or wood. She kept looking around, but they stopped in front of some large, shiny metal doors. There was a ding that startled her and the doors slid open. Roslind stood there, eyeing it skeptically. The doors had opened into a small closet-like room and she wondered why the man was entering it. He stood there waiting for her and she shifted back and forth, expecting there to be more to the space. Tentatively, she stepped inside, and he pressed something on the wall. The doors shut after her and she felt a small jerk to the room.

Blue eyes widened as she stared up at the man in a panic. Was this some sort of trap? Had she put faith in her savior only to be quickly betrayed? She took a step back, putting herself in the corner. Even without magic, she could still defend herself if need be. Her dagger was not on her. She would need to acquire a new one if she made it out of the small room alive. This was a dangerous land and she was unfamiliar with their customs.

He seemed to notice her fear and let out a sigh as he patted her head. She should have done a better job at masking her emotions. ⁅Geez, no need to be frightened. I told you I'll take care of you. Right now we are in an elevator... it's a special room where it moves us up to the second floor. You're perfectly safe... the doors will open in a sec...ond⁆ he said smiling. As if on cue, there was another ding -- where did these chimes keep coming from? -- and the doors slid open. How were they opening and shutting on their own? Was there someone pulling a lever that she was not seeing?

Roslind peeked out of the elevator to see another hall. It looked similar, but different than the one they had been in previously. She stepped into the hall and saw a window overlooking the outside. They really were on the second floor, and they hadn't even needed to climb any stairs. This land was rather convenient. She looked up at him, brows furrowed, and followed along as they made their way through the hall. The rooms they were looking for were 201 and 202. Roslind couldn't read the numbers on the doors, so when they came to a stop, she figured they must have been in the right place. Pulling the key out of her pocket, she looked around for the keyhole. The door had some strange looking knob on it with a hole and she assumed that must have been what she was searching for. She looked up at the man for confirmation before slipping the key into the lock. As Roslind turned the key, she realized that the door was already unlocked. With a small push, it opened to reveal a large room and her eyes widened further. This was no inn. Inns were small, usually only containing a cot and a table, or something along those lines. Some did not even have beds. Even the richest of inns did not have rooms this size.

She walked in, momentarily forgetting her escort. The sheer overwhelming size of the room was enough to make her dizzy. The apartment had what she thought resembled a kitchen. There was a soft looking bench in the middle of the other room, along with a whole bunch of things that she had no clue as to what they were. Roslind turned back to the door, and raised her hands in defeat. There was no way she could navigate through this land on her own.

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@TwilightBlader​

 

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Helping somebody from a different time adjust to the present time...if somebody said that it would be easy Alistair was more than ready to slap that person really hard. At this point Alistair was wondering when the girls mind was going to such down from all this bewilderment, but Alistair had to say that she was quite calm minded. Yes she showed confusion numerous times, but at the same time she remained calm and was at least able to trust him enough to get through.

He was quite glad that she trusted him enough to grab his hand, it made things much more easier for him, but there was still so much more. In any case he really hoped for their powers back soon. Watching her get confused and a bit scared from all this was kind of pretty cute however and it only strengthened his desire to help her out in whatever way he could. Once they got into the apartment and then to the second floor, Alistair stood by and watched as his mysterious companion opened the door to the room and walked in. Peeking into the room, Alistair gave the room a good look over from the doorway of the room. "daaaaaaaaaamn this place is small" Alistair said before noticing his companion turning towards him and raising her arms.

"even this is confusing for you?" Alistair muttered quietly, not frustrated at her but more so the situation they were in. "hmmm I know I kind of said that this was an inn...but I guess an apartment room is more grander than that. See an apartment room is sort of like a miniature house where people live inside. All the necessities such as sleeping chambers, kitchen, and bathroom are inside here" Alistair said before crossing his arms. "To be honest I'm sort of nervous to leave you on your lonesome...I mean if you want you could always stay in my room or something so I can keep an eye on you, but I can understand why you wouldn't want to..." Alistair said cupping his chin in thought. "In any case lets just explore your apartment room for now and see what we can find" Alistair said walking in as he reassuringly held her hand and lightly pulled her into the apartment room. "Just pull me out the room whenever you wanna leave" Alistair said.

 

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When Heidi told him it felt safe, he stopped. Somehow, she was right; he was nervous and on guard, but he didn't feel like a noose was already strung around his neck . . . Not for now anyway. It wasn't home or where he wanted to be, but if they wanted to survive, they had to make the most of it. "Yeah." he agreed, finally slowing down to look around more.

He watched her wander around a bit until she stopped at the stereo and the CDs. There was something, some weird feeling, like a vague familiarity that crept under his skin; the color of the walls, a lamp, the sheets . . . Everything felt like maybe he'd seen it before. Some of the things, anyway.

"Are these the ones I got you?" Harley looked over his shoulder, setting his chin there, and Heidi was still looking at the CDs.

An eyebrow raised, he began looking over her shoulder, watching as she flipped cover through cover.

She set them down and moved aside, and then he picked them up to look. This was weird. "I think . . . No. They are the ones you bought me," he said, narrowing his eyes at them. Why would these be here? What's going on? His familiarity turned cold now, he didn't like any of this at all. The only explanation was that whoever the game master was, they did this. They made this world like this.

"What do we do now?" she asked, and he put them all down as if they were a delicate time bomb.

He shrugged. "I'unno . . . We don't have instructions. Seems like we should wait—or, if this is anything like the last game . . ." He looked away thoughtfully. "We could try and summon whoever the demon controlling this game is?" The ritual (if there was one) was probably different though.

Harley plopped onto the bed next to her, shoes discarded. "I guess we wait."

Just as he laid down though, there was a knock, then a click. He shot straight back up and threw Heidi a look.

"Hello, anyone in here?" Didn't he sorta know that voice? "I have a key to this room, but it seems like the door was already unlocked."

He groaned quietly. "Great, we got a roommate."

He murmured for Heidi to stay there just in case and slowly made his way to the door of the bedroom. Peeking around the door, he caught a glimpse of purple hair—Who has purple hair? he thought, and then blinked because oh, now he knew who it probably was.

Harley walked around the living room. "Zant, right? Or was it Zen? Xenon?" Something like that, anyway. "I guess you're our roommate. Anything weird happen on your way here?" His eyes traced the purple hair. Maybe it wasn't purple. Maybe it was like, mauve or something. But who used mauve hair dye?
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⁅Even this is confusing for you?⁆ muttered the man quietly. Roslind shrugged. At this point, she was already starting to just accept the fact that she wouldn't understand anything about anything. ⁅Hmmm, I know I kind of said that this was an inn...but I guess an apartment room is more grand than that.⁆ No kidding. This was the furthest thing from an inn. ⁅See an apartment room is sort of like a miniature house where people live inside. All the necessities such as sleeping chambers, kitchen, and bathroom are inside here.⁆ he said, before crossing his arms. For a miniature home, this apartment was much more spacious than any normal home she had ever seen. The only thing that compared in size were the castles and temples. This place was much to large to be a house, let along a miniature one.

⁅To be honest I'm sort of nervous to leave you on your lonesome... I mean, if you want you could always stay in my room or something so I can keep an eye on you, but I can understand why you wouldn't want to...⁆

Absolutely not. She was a priestess. She knew what men did when women let their guards down. This man seemed nice, but anything could happen in the dead of night. Roslind hardly slept the entire time she was with the sell-sword. He made big claims, but she couldn't be certain she would not wake up in a brothel as a slave. This land may be different, but that didn't mean the people in it were.

⁅In any case, let's just explore your apartment room for now and see what we can find.⁆ He changed the subject. He walked in, taking her hand. ⁅Just pull me out of the room whenever you wanna leave.⁆

She nodded. Roslind turned to the left, entering the kitchen. Everything was shiny and she wondered where she was supposed to start the fire for cooking her food. Everything opened and shut, beeped and dinged. She grabbed the handle of a door and a rush of cool air hit her. Inside the metal cupboard were foods that were difficult to preserve. They were kept in cellars to remain cold, but that didn't give them a long shelf-life. She shut the door and opened it again. The metal cupboard somehow lit up. Where was the tiny lantern? Roslind shut the door again and looked up at the man, pointing around. This was so overwhelming. I'm not sure if I like the 'future'.

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Bonnie stopped in front of the apartment door. She eyed it skeptically for a moment before turning the handle and walking in. She didn't bother with the key. Bonnie had seen Adam enter this room and she only cared about being with him. If her key was to a different apartment, it was useless. If it was to this one, well, the door was already unlocked. Immediately upon entering, she saw the bathroom was to her left, and the kitchen to her right. Adam sat there at the kitchen table eating a sandwich and drinking tea. He looked so simple and normal sitting there. She wondered if this was what it was like for him before he met her. ❝ Ah-hem, ❞ she cleared her throat to get his attention. He looked so cute sitting there eating his sandwich.

Bonnie leaned over him and took a small bite out of his sandwich. ❝ Cucumber? ❞ she asked, surprised. The smell of his tea was warm and inviting, so she decided to make herself a cup as well. Bonnie rifled through the cabinets for a coffee cup and stood in front of the stove with her back to him as she poured the hot water into the ceramic mug. This utter and complete sense of normalcy was unfamiliar to her. She had never lived a basic human life. She spent a lot of time on her, but had never thought of doing something so menial as pouring herself a cup of tea. Bonnie had never cared to act human, before. The most she had ever done was when the two of them lived at his grandfather's house until the rest of the righteous Fallen had come to take Adam away from her. ❝ It feels like it has been an eternity since the last time I saw you, and I'm not counting our brief exchange during the battle with Lucifer. ❞ she said wearily into the coffee cup. Steam rose up in her face and she sighed.

She wondered how Adam felt seeing her in her true form, or at least the form his human brain interpreted her as. If he saw her in all of her angelic glory, it would burn him up from the inside out. The person he knew her as was in a human shell. She had picked it for its similarities, but it wasn't her on the outside. All of that time spent with Adam made her soft. Although, she did come up with dozens of ways to destroy that puny human girl that was professing something about experiments and fun in the classroom, all in the matter of about five seconds. That girl had utterly annoyed her and she was still the Angel of Annihilation. She swallowed a lump in her throat and brushed her hair out of her face. Where were they?

@TwilightBlader @Iskandar @cstar​

 

Harley shrugged at her question. She didn't really expect an answer. He knew about as much as she did. "I'unno . . . We don't have instructions. Seems like we should wait—or, if this is anything like the last game . . ." He looked away thoughtfully. "We could try and summon whoever the demon controlling this game is?"

She froze. Heidi felt her hands shake and she tucked them between her legs.

He might want to sacrifice you. Do you really want to risk it?

He wouldn't. Harley wouldn't do that.

He's just like the rest of them. He may be nice now, but that won't stop him when push comes to shove. Wouldn't you feel safer by yourself? You've already been sacrificed once. What if he wants to try the summoning?

Harley plopped onto the bed next to her, breaking her free of her trance. "I guess we wait."

She nodded as he laid down beside her. Just as he did, there was a knock, then a click. Harley shot back up and threw her a look. Heidi stared back at him uncertain. Someone was there.

"Hello, anyone in here?" called an unfamiliar voice, "I have a key to this room, but it seems like the door was already unlocked." Someone else had a key. It wasn't just Harley.

Heidi felt herself seize up as Harley groaned. "Great, we got a roommate." He sounded about as pleased as she felt. Harley murmured for her to stay put and he made his way to the door of the bedroom. He peeked out into the hall before disappearing.

She was left alone in the room. It kind of reminded Heidi of Harley's dorm back at Brookridge. She slid across the bed until she reached the head, pressing her back up against the wall. She would be okay. Harley was here and he wouldn't sacrifice her, no matter what they say. She needed to find Altair too. Heidi had wanted to go to him back in the classroom, but it had just been too much. She couldn't be around those many people when an attack started. She needed to tell Harley that Altair was here, that they weren't the only ones.

Heidi looked to the door, wondering how long he would be gone. He asked her to wait. She trusted that he would come back. Nothing would happen to him while she sat there waiting. He could be dead already. It's awfully quiet. That person out there could have killed him while you sat here.

No. He'll come back.

Will he?

He will.

WILL HE?

An image of Harley standing over her, bloody and mangled flashed before her eyes. He looked lifeless and disappointed. He called out to her, asking why she didn't follow, why she didn't make sure he was okay. Heidi screamed. She flipped over on the bed, burying her face in the pillows. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. She knew it wasn't real. Harley was okay. Harley would be okay. He would come back. This wasn't going to be like last time. He was just gone and then she was being sacrificed. The glint of the knife just before it cut through her throat seemed so bright and she just laid their curled up and shaking. It wasn't real. This wasn't going to be the same. They were all going to be okay this time.

How can you be so sure?

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@Saxima @Iskandar​

 

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Walking in nonchalantly the young man walked up beside her with his hands in his jacket pocket, watching the young lady investigate the area. Watching her stick her head in the fridge only made the young aristocrat chuckle a bit as he stared around at the many appliances. "And now for another lesson about the future" Alistair said closing his eyes as he placed his finger up like a teacher. "In these days a lot of our tools have now evolved into something much more convenient for the user. Most of these tools now utilize the power of electricity to help these tool function. While this sounds dangerous, these tools are actually designed so that the electricity does not harm the user. There are numerous of these tools and most things these days run on electricity" Alistair said.

"For example, I present to you the fridge!" Alistair said using both arms to present the fridge. "This fridge has the power to keep objects cold aaaaaand next up" Alistair said before pointing at the stove and microwave "this is the stove and that is the microwave. For the stove has the ability to generate heat that you can cook things over. The microwave heats up whatever you put in it." Alistair said scratching the back of his head. "If this is still far too confusing then think of it like this. Each of these tools are sort of like magical artifacts, they have their own unique magical ability" Alistair said hoping at the very least the girl came from a magical time and not a burn the witch kind of time. Regardless this was a very difficult task he took up.

 

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Acele looked around the room and tried to figure out what was exactly in here. There was a bed against the far wall in the center, with a desk next to it. Across from the bed was a strange, flat, black box sitting on top of a dresser. She wasn't sure what to make of the thing, so she just left it be. In one corner of the room there was a rack hanging on the wall, and to her surprise, it had knives on it, and even a few swords. Acele wasn't sure why the heck there were swords and knives on a wall, but she was glad either way. Now she had a way to defend herself should anything crazy happen.

She walked around the bed and took a view at the desk. It seemed like a simple desk with some draws, 3 on both sides and one large on in the top center. She opened it up to see what was inside and saw a few papers, writing utensils, and to her surprised, even the knife that she carried around all the time. Okay, no clue how you got here, but it works for me She though, grabbing it and tying it to her shorts. After finishing with her inspection of the room, she noticed there were a few voices coming from outside the door. She wondered if any roommates were here. Considering there were plenty of them, obviously she would have to share this place with other people.

Opening up her room door, she walked to the larger room and saw a boy and girl looking around. The guy was talking to the girl, but the girl just seemed to be rummaging around and looking at everything. She didn't seem to understand what most of this stuff was, just like Acele, but at least Acele wasn't as curious as this girl; it kind of made her look a little strange. First impressions were always a good thing though, and Acele didn't want to make herself seem like a bad guy.

"Ahem," She cleared her throat and tried to get the two's attentions, "Am I to assume you guys are my roommates? I just got here a minute ago myself and was looking around. Oh, and before you call the room at the end of the hallway, I already call dibs. Now, give me a minute to come up with a joke here, because I'm fresh outta them, and need a good way to keep myself from seeming too strange."

Acele pondered her thoughts, paying absolutely no mind to the two before her. She might have forgotten that she was trying to make herself look nice, but she can't help but make a joke when she talks, and now that she can't think of one, her brain was turning its gears, forcing a joke to be made.

"I got it! Make sure you guys keep your hands in your pockets, or else I might end up stealing your stuff." She made a wide grin and waited for the two to introduce themselves.

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Xane noticed a figure come out from the back of the room and he recognized it as that Harley guy who was with the girl a few minutes ago. He certainly wasn't expecting to be rooming with them, but since he couldn't really do anything about it, he would have to find some way to deal with it. As Harley tried to guess his name, Xane sighed a little. Was his name really that hard to remember? Oh well, it's not like he cared either way. He wasn't able to be near people that much anyway, so it didn't really matter.

"It's Xane. Sorry for intruding." He watched Harley's eyes dart around and wondered what he was looking at.

Xane figured that it was probably best if he just went to whatever room wasn't occupied and keep away from this guy. He seemed like he wanted to be alone, or at least away from other people, and Xane kind of felt the same way.

"So, is there a room I can use in here?"

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Roslind listened quietly as the man gave his long-winded explanation as to what everything was and how it worked. It had its own special magic powered by electricity? She stood there in disbelief until he was done, the skepticism rising. Roslind approached the microwave and pressed one of the peculiar buttons on it. It beeped to life and filled up with light. There was a humming noise coming from it and she opened the door to the box. Everything stopped. The light went away and the humming ceased. That only left her with more questions.

⁅Ahem,⁆ Another voice came from behind them and she jumped. Roslind turned to see a young blonde girl standing at the entrance of the kitchen. ⁅Am I to assume you guys are my roommates? I just got here a minute ago myself and was looking around. Oh, and before you call the room at the end of the hallway, I already call dibs. Now, give me a minute to come up with a joke here, because I'm fresh outta them, and need a good way to keep myself from seeming too strange.⁆

Roslind stared at her. This girl was her roommate and she needed a joke? Her slender silver brows turned upwards and she cocked her head to the side. Roslind looked up at her companion, questioningly, then back at the other girl. What sort of person have I gotten myself involved with now?

⁅I got it!⁆ the girl exclaimed, ⁅Make sure you guys keep your hands in your pockets, or else I might end up stealing your stuff.⁆ The girl smiled at them.

That was her joke? Roslind had seen court jesters with better comedy routines than that. That was awful and why would she make a joke about threatening to steal there stuff. I have a strong feeling I am not going to like this girl. I have little for her to steal, but if she even thinks it, I will break her. Lord Udur, please give me strength as I brave this new land. She asked the God of Death for help, as the priests aligned themselves with Death, the king of the gods.

Her nose turned up pointedly and she pressed her lips together. Roslind's silver braid fell in her face and she tucked it behind her ear once more. The girl looked like she was waiting for something and Roslind just shrugged. There was nothing she could do about this situation. Even if I learn everything there is to know about this place, I cannot even give my name, as our writing styles are apparently different. She didn't know what to do in her given situation and she felt like the words 'strange' and 'unfamiliar' had become the only words in her vocabulary.

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Harley snapped from his scrutinizing of Zack's hair when he replied.

"It's Xane. Sorry for intruding."

Oh right, Harley told himself, Xane. It wasn't that hard to remember but he was too distracted by hair the color of eggplant to care.

Harley shrugged. "You're not intruding," he replied, "It's your room too, otherwise you wouldn't be here."

He half wanted to ask about his hair, but he also wondered if he should tell him about Heidi. He didn't know if he would be uncomfortable with her here (not that he cared), but his main worry was if Heidi would be comfortable with him here. All he knew was that if he had to get rid of this guy for her, he would.

He bit his lip in thought. Maybe when Xenon—Xane was settled in.

"So, is there a room I can use in here?" Xane asked. Harley looked over his shoulder at the open door of the room he claimed for him and Heidi, the bigger one, and then the closed door before it.

"The first door on the right is yours." he directed, "Second one's mine. I'unno your habits or whatever, but play nice and I will too. I won't touch your stuff if you don't touch mine. I won't go into your room if you don't go into mine." he explained, squaring up properly. "And I'unno how it works for you or whatever," he eyed down his body and back up, "but I won't be loud if you won't. We'll get along just swell."

Yeah, he'd definitely tell Xavier about Heidi when he settled in. He hoped she wouldn't be uncomfortable.

"Feel free to uh, look around I guess. I haven't seen much, but I'm tired." he said, looking around apartment. "Later."

Harley turned on his heel and headed back to his room, closing the door behind him and sighing.

Heidi sat at the head of the bed, resting against the wall. Harley frowned and sat down at the edge. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Our roommate probably won't bother us, seems real soft-spoken. I didn't . . . tell him about you because I didn't know how you'd react. Do you want to meet him? I'll take you, if you want. Or we could get some fresh air, whatever you wanna do."

He looked around the room again, feeling more unsettled than comfortable, but this is what they were stuck with for now.

His hair is purple. Honestly, what the hell.
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At the sound of the door closing, Heidi's head snapped up. Harley was back. He was fine. She knew it was her imagination, but couldn't help it. He approached the bed and sat down at the edge. She took a deep breath and clenched her hands together. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Fine," she muttered.

"Our roommate probably won't bother us, seems real soft-spoken. I didn't . . . tell him about you because I didn't know how you'd react. Do you want to meet him? I'll take you, if you want. Or we could get some fresh air, whatever you wanna do." he told her. Harley was being polite. He was trying to make her comfortable. He was basing all of his decisions on her and nothing for himself. She was burdensome. She didn't want to be a burden to him.

Heidi crawled across the bed and sat next to him, her legs tucked to her side. "Harley," she breathed his name, "I don't wanna be a burden." She kept her head down, afraid to look at him. He gave so much. She knew it. It was hard for her, but she wished she could do something for him too. "Don't summon." She needed to tell him. Summonings meant sacrifices, but she couldn't make the words come out. Would it make him more sad to know how she died? "I saw Altair, but I don't think he saw me. I didn't talk to him yet." She sunk her teeth into her lip. "There might be more, like us. Your family--" she thought of Quin, "or that girl you liked," and Marina.

Heidi was just Harley's charity case. He would protect her because he felt bad for her, but she didn't want to be the only one that was protected. "I don't wanna be useless again..." she muttered to herself.

You'll always be useless.

"I like you and I don't want you to get sick of taking care of me." Everyone got fed up with it eventually. It was hard to deal with a child that was sick. She balled her hands into fists on her lap and pressed her lips together. Heidi just wanted to be normal. She wanted to be looked at like every other sixteen-year-old girl.

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Alistair watched her work with the microwave and couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh clearly realizing her attempt only made things even more confusing. "There...is special ways of using these things..." Alistair said before rubbing his temples "god why do I suck at this" Alistair muttered quietly to himself almost wanting to cry in frustration. He was ready to give some examples of how to use some of these contraptions however it seemed they were interrupted by another in the room.

Immediately turning to face the girl the moment she called for his attention, Alistair watched her blab on and Alistair merely stared at her with a deadpan look. "Umm...yeaaaaaaaaaah that was such a sad attempt at trying to prove you're not strange....I grade that a F for Failure..." Alistair said before rubbing his temples "oh god now Im giving out grades..." Alistair said quietly to himself start to creep even more the the crying point. She spoke of a joke but he continued to stare at her with a deadpan face having a feeling she wasn't joking.

Though this just seemed to get more and more frustrating there was a form of hope that he had just realized! If his companion had a companion then she would surely be able to help her train the girl in modern times and-

Wait a minute...why was she wearing an outfit that did not belong in a time like this?! oh god! Alistair was about to break out in tears, this definitely couldn't get any wors-

"GREETINGS MY FELLOW ROOMATES! LET US BASK IN THE GREATNESS OF TESTOSTERONE!"

The very moment the gigantic man kicked opened the door and yelled his greetings Alistair screamed a very loud scream as if his mind was blowing up. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I REFUSE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?! THIS ISN'T YOUR ROOM!" Alistair yelled as tears ran down his face like streams, as if he was crying blood.

"OH YOU ARE RIGHT! I AM SUPER ULTRA SORRY THAT YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO ENJOY THE TESTOSTERONE WITH ME! TESTOSTERONE AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY" The gigantic man yelled before ballet jumping out of the room, the beads of sweat glistening on his body like sparkles as he soared through the air.

Alistair panted as he watched man fly out of the room. Wiping the tears away, he face he the two girls with a smile as if nothing had just happened "hahaha...haha...haaaaaaah....so...." Alistair said before looking over at the two "I wont be staying in this room, it will be between the two of you so I guess you two will need to get along" Alistair said before remembering something very important "oh thats right how very rude of me! I haven't told you my name!" Alistair said bowing before his companion "My name is Alistair Grey" Alistair said before looking over at the blond haired girl. "My companion over here cannot speak so I do hope you help her out" Alistair said with a smile hiding his desperation.

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Adam watched her take a bite of his sandwich and he chuckled, when she questioned it being cucumber replied, "Yeah, I love it that way." he listened to Bonnie's statement and nodded. Before the Lucifer battle the last time he saw Bonnie was when she died in his arms or near him. Twice. Once in Lu's body. When he finally saw her again he had been paralyzed and she cured it before all the angels left. Even though he was on Lucifer's side.

Adam was dead silent before saying, "I know... but..." he looked back and smiled at her, "It's really amazing to see you again." Adam closed his eyes and admitted, "With all that was done I figured I'd probably never see you again. Especially since you were in Heaven..." Adam sighed a bit finishing making his tea and taking a sip before asking, "So... what's it like for you to be back in Heaven?"



Semyaza listened to her reply and sighed, "Well if that is what it is like for you, then I guess you will all just have to suck it up then." Semyaza was looking around at their hands and stuff and replied, "Though let me know if things are being too much of a headache outside of all that and I will keep things quiet... though..." On that cue Semyaza heard a bang up in the ceiling and heard something about testosterone and sighed, "I do not know if I can promise that for the neighbors."

Semyaza heard a growl and looked down in surprise and realized that was their stomach. Were they hungry? Semyaza was never hungry. They weren't even use if they fully understood the concept of hunger. But they were craving something. Semyaza got up and said, "Are you hungry? I can cook up some dinner. Even a light one if you are not up for anything huge."



Prism had made his way to his room at this point, and he liked how quiet it seemed. He closed his eyes and sighed a bit in appreciation over it. He didn't necessarily want to be alone but he didn't want to be with a crowd. Prism was still questioning what was going on with this world and everything in it, and what exactly was the purpose and point.

While having time to clear his thoughts, he hoped if he did in fact have a roommate they would come in with a little grace and a decent amount of silence, because he didn't need any screaming.

Lexi finished putting away her trombone and walked towards the apartments. She was a little concerned by the lack of sound in this world other than talking. Lexi missed the sound of a trumpet in the background of every street, or a guitarist playing in the neighboring houses at full blast. She didn't hear any music besides her own. It really concerned her.

But not enough to do anything, she just wanted to get to the apartment and lay down. Lexi finally got to her apartment and opened the door and placed her trombone gently on a flat surface and saw the television at least. She collapsed onto the couch and started to look to see what was on. But everything seemed so off. There were none of her favorite shows on here. But she finally stopped when she started to hear music with some videos in accompaniment to it. Lexi then stretched a bit and relaxed.​

 

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And then things became unpleasant. There was a loud cracking sound as the apartment door was kicked open and the large man that had plowed through the crowds of people in the school came barreling in, shouting. ⁅GREETINGS MY FELLOW ROOMMATES! LET US BASK IN THE GREATNESS OF TESTOSTERONE!⁆

Roslind jumped back, out of the giant man's way. Then things were worse.

The red-haired man that had been assisting her began to panic and shout as well. ⁅NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I REFUSE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?! THIS ISN'T YOUR ROOM!⁆ he told him, with tears running down his face.

Roslind cringed. Her face scrunched together at the sight of a grown man crying. This was clearly too much for him. It was too much for her. The crippling fear she had felt in the classroom crept back in.

⁅OH, YOU ARE RIGHT! I AM SUPER ULTRA SORRY THAT YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO ENJOY THE TESTOSTERONE WITH ME! TESTOSTERONE AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY⁆ The gigantic man yelled before ballet jumping out of the room, the beads of sweat glistening on his body like sparkles as he soared through the air.

What even. . .

She just stood there staring in awe. There was a very uncomfortable silence in the air after the giant ogre disappeared. She could hear him making his way down the hall and backed further into the room.

⁅Hahaha... Haha... Haaaaaaah.... so....⁆ started the other man, before looking at the two of them, ⁅I wont be staying in this room, it will be between the two of you, so I guess you two will need to get along.⁆ he informed the blonde girl.

Roslind wasn't really looking forward to getting along with more people, but priests were meant to welcoming towards everyone.

⁅Oh that's right, how very rude of me! I haven't told you my name!⁆ he finally remember. Roslind had been waiting this whole time to learn the identity of her savior, but was unable to ask. He bowed before her and continued. ⁅My name is Alistair Grey.⁆

Alistair, huh?

Alistair looked over at the blonde girl to tell her something. ⁅My companion over here cannot speak, so I do hope you help her out.⁆ He smiled.

Roslind sighed in defeat and set a hand on Alistair's shoulder. She gave him a pat and pointed towards the door. He looked tired. This whole excursion appears to have taken its toll on him and she didn't want to keep him from resting any further. She gave him an apologetic smile before giving him a nudge towards the door. Somehow, Roslind would manage on her own for the rest of the day. There was this other girl here, so if she needed help with anything, she would try and rely on her.

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Heidi told him she was fine, but he was starting to think otherwise. He didn't say anything though, a little to tired for it.

"Harley," The way she said it made him pause and blink; she crawled closer and he stopped himself from leaning back or forward. "I don't wanna be a burden." She wasn't looking at him, and he blinked again. Where'd she get that idea from? He opened his mouth to reply, but then she spoke again. "Don't summon." Summon? The game master? He raised an eyebrow, understanding her sentiment but really, here as they were, he didn't know what else to do but wait. Was she scared of something?

"I saw Altair—" Harley zoned out for a sec at that; he scrubbed his brain for a face with that name because there definitely was one, and it was definitely from the last game. If he was here, and she was here, and apparently Altair was here, who else was here? He thought of—

But no. No time for that. If he got sidetracked, didn't focus on what was in front of him, he'd just lose again.

"—girl you liked." He blinked again, wracking his brain. There was too much going on up there for any of it to make sense, to recall anything of what Heidi was talking about. He did like a girl before, he remembered. A girl with dark hair and pretty eyes, and the last thing he got from her? A text message, when he was with the other girl. Quin's girl.

Harley sighed, resting back on his palms and tilting his head back.

"Can't do anything if I don't see them." he told her flatly. "Until I see them, they're still dead. If you saw Altair? Fine, we can go find him. But the others . . . Let them find us. There's too much we—I don't know about to just go bouncing around right now." He finally laid back, nearly falling off the bed but scooting over until his head was near her thigh.

She mumbled something, but he couldn't make out what it was. He was tired.

"I like you and I don't want you to get sick of taking care of me." she said. He looked at her face even though she tried to hide it. He could take that one a few ways: she didn't want him to take care of her, she wanted him to go away, or she was worried about him. For any of them, he thought she was being kinda dumb, but he didn't say anything about that either.

He placed his hand over one of her fists. "If you wanna stand on your own two feet, that's fine." he told her, squeezing. "But just because you think you're such a problem for someone else—namely, me—don't mean you actually are. I'll watch over you from a distance, if that's what you want."

Whatever she wanted and what he wanted were probably different. He wanted to survive. Win. Take down anyone he had to for it. And now that she was with him, save her. If she wanted to save herself though, that was something he'd just have to keep a distant eye on.

"Still, it doesn't answer my question." he eventually said, rolling on his side closer. "What do you want to do?" he asked. "If you want to go find him, Altair, you can. I'll go with you, if you want." He really didn't know what she wanted.

He wondered what that Zeke kid was doing.
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He definitely did not realize being nice was going to be this hard. He went through insane forms of torture yet how was this able to tire him out like this. He really wanted to be of help for the girl but at this point he really wasn't of any form of help in the slightest. He was a bit surprised the moment he felt the girl touch his shoulder and he immediately looked down at her as she nudged him towards the door. "are you sure?" Alistair said a bit concerned about leaving the girl, but the look on her face convinved him she was ready to be on her own for the night. Letting out a sigh, Alistair softly smiled "Fine but if you need anything from me make sure to come to my room and I'll try to help" Alistair said taking out his piece of paper and pen. "Here is my room number just match the symbols and you'll find it" Alistair said before grinning "though you look tough so I doubt your need me. I shall see you tomorrow and I'll make sure to find a way to get your voice back" Alistair said as he wrote his room number and gave her the paper. "I shall take my leave then! Good bye you two" Alistair said giving them a bow before walking off.

After a very short walk, Alistair walked up to his room and used the key, entering the room with a great big sigh. "Daaaaaaaaaaaamn it smaller than the other room" Alistair said as he collapsed on the bed. Turning his head to the side, Alistair's eyes widened in joy the moment he witness a very familiar item "Is that...IT IS!" Alistair yelled as he jumped off the bed and grabbed the object, a giant black sword. "ARONDITE! MY BEST FRIEND! YOUR HERE!" Alistair yelled hugging the sword lightly so it didn't cut him. Glancing up at the closet he also let out a huge gasp "MY SUITS ARE HERE TOO!? THANK YOU MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!" Alistair yelled in joy.