Cherno reached the hotel with Quin and they booked rooms and would expand upon this post later because tonight was busy. But tomorrow. Tomorrow was the Coy City plan. Whoop. Cherno stepped into bed and closed his eyes and fell to sleep. Olivia sort of just fell back to sleep, resting in the soft warmth of the sterile room and the white bed sheets.
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Olivia's Diary Entry | December 25 « Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd. » [/url] anderson estate : : minor key science experiment sonata Olivia, curled up between thick white pillows and an equally cotton-like blanket, slowly opened her bright, sparkling eyes to the ceiling. Far, far away ... ah, she was so tired. What had happened in her resting peace? She slowly lifted herself up on the bed, delicately rubbing her eyes with her small hands. Oh-- Oh, she was here. ... Ah. Olivia's heart skipped a beat as she quickly looked around the room. White bed. White pillows. White canopy, white curtains. White chairs, table, drawers, dresser, even a small white tea set. White white white. This sterility was familiar to her, and she clenched the edge of her blanket tightly, her eyes widening very slightly, and her lips pursed. She was here. Her nose wrinkled, as if she had suddenly smelled something pungent. How did she get here? The foolish good-for-nothing had interrupted their appointment yet again because Mr. Anderson had been stuck in some sort of other ridiculous problem involving his parents. Exactly how often did that happen to the poor boy? Olivia sighed gently, her voice airy, like the depressed winds of a mid-winter afternoon. She wished to stay in bed for now. Christmas could perhaps come later. Later in the evening, yes ... Who had brought her here in the first place? As Olivia was about to lie back down, slowly taking her phone from the nearby table, she hoped dearly in her heart that it was a servant. A butler or maid. Not the foolish young man who could not tie his forsaken shoelaces if those shoelaces were Wordsworth poems or Lotus engines. She looked away, down at her legs, and scoffed. Her dress from last evening was still upon her body, light and airy, like a cloud. Was Mr. Anderson doing well? What about the others in the crash? Miss Sario? Miss Lein? She had not heard from many of them in a while. And the snakes? Olivia's heart started beating quickly. What of the others? Was Lorinda alright? Aah-- perhaps it would be for the best if she contacted them. Hm. Be calm. They were most definitely fine, Brookridge kids, Bellhurst kids, and-- and Mr. Cherno Plume, if he really was among them. Cherno Plume. What had Miss Sario asked about him? She-- she could not remember. Blast. Ah well. She fell back, her silvery strands of hair cascading before her as she fell gently back onto the large white pillow, holding her phone in front of her, to the canopy. Olivia stretched her legs and let out a yawn. Oh. That was right. The rainless mutt's present. She had hid it here long ago, when she had last been in this terrible, terribly sterile household. She lowered her eyes. Was it still here? Did the others take it away? What if Mr. Anderson found it? She expected malchik to not even get a wee bit close to it, after all. Ah, she would have to find it for him herself, and he truly needed something like that too. How shameful ... She turned her attention back to her phone and sent off three more texts, her delicate fingers tapping away madly at the keyboard. Switch. Switch. Those snakes. Olivia made a mental note to ask Mr. Anderson about them later. Olivia's fingers paused, trembling for a moment. ... What was she doing? All this time.All this time she had been an active participant in Academy life. Very active. And now, here she was. It had only taken a few ridiculous, abysmal events for her to find herself in the most dreadfully sterile of places, as if running away. Running away ... No. No, she would-- she would not. Breathe. No running away. Olivia, before her closed mouth, grit and set her teeth, invisible to all that could see. Ah ... Olivia gently let her arms fall to her bed, landing softly in the cotton fields around her. Running ... away ... She thought she had changed. She, she really did-- Wait. Where was Viola?
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY global maxima | christmas xxxxx xxxxxCherno looked up. There. In the sky. It was almost like a bird. Unnoticed. Perfect. He smiled, gently to himself. Dandy and fantastic. He stood up from the tree, the bark scraping slightly against his thick jacket, and picked up his bag of computer parts. Okay. He needed to find out how the little kid was doing. And whether all of this would really work ... Cherno picked out his phone, holding the smooth device in his hands as he bit his lip. Anthony ... Anthony ... there we go. He selected Anthony Evans on his contact list, and sent him a very simple text message. As he typed with his single bare hand, his fingers trembled, the bright flakes of snow dancing around his nails. Sent. Cherno closed his eyes softly, and pocketed his phone. He hoped this would work. All of his hopes rested on that damn kid ... Ah, his-- his memory had been patchy about him recently. He loved games. Cherno got that much. But, what had happened to him, where had he been? Ack. Enough, right now. Wasting time like this. Real smooth, Cherno. He clasped the sack of computer parts with both of his hands and slung it over his shoulder, trudging through the cold snow towards the monorail station. Inside, Quin was standing, visibly annoyed. Fuck. He ran over to her, scratching his head with a sheepish half-smile. "A--ack. Sorry about my delay. I was trippin' up in some busybody work at the time. You ready?"
A LARGE WHITE AIRSHIP HAS BEEN SPOTTED FLYING IN THE SKY !!Approach its shadow with caution ...
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY global maxima | christmas xxxxx xxxxxChristmas Day. Cherno let out a small chuckle as he pulled the sack of computer parts closer to himself. They were a real strain, but they were proof enough these powers were the real thing. Damn. At least-- at least that meant that whatever plan he could come up with would work well enough. The cold winter air spread its wings around Cherno, enveloping him in a frosty afternoon cold. His nose was a cherry red from its biting ferocity. With this sack of parts, he could have passed positively for a rather terrible Santa. He would have to move quickly, though. Quin must have been waiting. Urgh. Ah-- aha. He had ... he had presents for the others. What happened to them? What happened to all his friends? Or, who he considered friends. He had heard little from any of them. Or did he simply forget? Really, it seemed like the only one he could speak to was the lady Quin. Everyone else ... they had gone, disappeared, just like that. ... Except for one. But he needed the one special young boy to be part of the next step in this little plan. The station, yes? Ah, just a few more steps. Cherno's cold boots clattered against the stones and crackling blankets of snow as he ran towards the monorail station. The silvery, lustrous box of a waiting area, fresh and shining in the mid-winter sun, called to Cherno. But his head hurt. He needed a rest. He stopped briefly by an evergreen, shrouded in snowy white cotton, to catch his breath. His frostbitten fingers gently placed the bag of computer parts down next to him, and he slumped against the tree, inhaling the cold air in lungfuls. His head hurt. His head hurt ever since leaving Eleanora's body. He was so worried about her. How could he contact her? A declaration? Fucking hell. She must have thought he abandoned him, after that promise too ... Ugh. He narrowed his eyes. No. Do not punch the tree right now. The fires of fury washed away from his heart, and his eyes grew dull once again. Cherno sighed. Why did his head hurt so much? It wasn't the normal headaches that seemed to be a part of this terrible amnesia. These were different pains. Pains that seemed to be nagging away at him, or telling him to do things he shouldn't ... Ah. He-- maybe the painkillers would be for the best, for something like this. But not now. When they-- when they returned from Coy City. Right. For the thing. Cherno's heart was like a heavy weight in his chest. He felt barely inclined to move an inch. Maybe this was the best time to initiate the second step in this cryptic, on-the-whim plan. Cherno pulled out a small, crumpled piece of paper from the pocket of his thick winter coat, and turned it around, scanning it with his careful eyes. They were plans -- blueprints, even -- for what seemed to be a strange, airborne structure. Interior designs. Exterior designs that protected it from all sorts of weather problems. Very detailed. He needed to get the rights to these for a hefty price, but that was part of the plan ... On the very bottom of the paper, written hastily in drying red pen, were the last words of the man who had saved his life. Ah-- ... As if Cherno's heart could not sink further. God damn. He clutched the paper with a death grip, his hands shaking. He died. He died for him, and trusted him with this broken, godlike power, and yet, he couldn't even figure out what these words meant. Latin. Latin ... It would seem so easy. So easy to just declare a winner for the game. To declare Cherno's Latin proficiency. To declare everyone to be happy and alive in the end. But no, things weren't easy. Things were never easy. Cherno once again narrowed his eyes. And put the paper back. Away from the view of anyone, looking around, he pressed his back to the tree, and pointed his finger to the sky. Think about the blueprints, think about the blueprints ... He needed to make sure that his little bro was doing okay. How long had it been ... Fucking Cherno. So bad with children. Anthony, Eleanora ... Cherno's outstretched hand trembled. Was it from the cold wind, or the own feelings of this nigh-emotionless creature? ... "Bang."
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ALL PAWNS NOW POSSESS AN ADDED $100,000 IN THEIR BANK ACCOUNTS !!(PERSONAL DELIVERY HAS BEEN MADE TO THOSE WITHOUT ACCOUNTS)And all have received a handwritten message ...
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY concave function | heliocanthea xxxxx xxxxxA--aah-- ... Cherno opened his eyes. He was on the cold earth, lying spread towards the darkening night heavens, his coat a tattered mess, and his vision a wee bit blurry. He was ... he was back? Was that all a dream? What was going on? Spoiler "Cherno.""This is the first time I've spoken to you. But I trust that you can use this power well, whatever it is." "If we never get back, give my regards to Olivia." ... That was right. Those two kids. The Brookridge ones. They-- the island-- they were. Cherno rose, slightly hunched, and looked up at the cold stars. That boy. What was his name? Ben? He knew Olivia too? What-- he won-- and he gave-- He looked at his hands. They were trembling and worn, as if his experiences haunted him. He had-- he had the power to declare ... That was right. The demoness had even given him specific instructions and restrictions. Cherno's mind raced, and here he stood, alone in the Heliocanthea, not a sound to be heard around him. But the kids-- They-- they were-- Gone. They were gone. Because of him. Because of fucking him. He fell back to the cold stones of the pavement, his knees shaking hard. He felt hollow. So hollow. More people lost their lives on his watch. Permanently. Permanently. Cherno wanted to yell. To yell and to scream. He punched the ground with his bandaged hand. He was dead! He couldn't feel any pain, right? Right? Ahahaha. Tears streamed down his face. But he couldn't yell. He couldn't let out anything but a mere whimper instead of a bang. These people kept dying and dying and dying and dying. And he barely got to know any of them. To-- to protect them. His tears dropped, like rain, to the pavement. Cherno inhaled. Spoiler And Cherno slowly, but surely, stood up again. A wind swiftly blew through his strands of raven hair. He shook the soreness out of his bandaged hand. He grit his teeth. Their deaths would not be in vain, goddammit. This was the power that came once in a while. He would-- he would need to use it wisely. He began moving, slowly, carefully, back towards the dorm. Was Eleanora there? He missed her. He wanted to know if she was still there. How stupid of him to leave her like that! Cherno could have positively punched himself. But ah ... Keep your head, Cherno. It is the only way you can continue to survive here. It is the only way the others can continue to survive ... His feet scraped across the gaunt, stoic stones, as he dragged himself, limping, towards his familiar room. First things first. He would not tell anybody about this. He would need to test his power. And he would need a plan. But he wanted to know if Eleanora was still okay. He made a promise, dammit.
Olivia's Diary Entry | December 24 « Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep,Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep? » [/url] burnt mansion : : chorus of the roncesvalles As the dirty philistine malchik stood over her, Olivia giggled from the ground. How unfortunate. He should be the one here. But like a fish, he fell directly into her net. She feigned a kitten-like sigh and smiled with a sinister air. Her voice grew cold, yet spiced, as if an iced masala chai. "I live for dramatics, you buffoon. Why else did you think I would call you here?" Pain! Pah, all pain had gone away much quicker than she had noted. Even with that uncharacteristic fall. She was ecstatic that the malchik had been caught in her little web, and really, it was truly a long way that a small white lie could go, no? Olivia giggled, and grasped the boy's finger between her own index and thumb, delicately, as if holding paper. She then jumped up, not a single soreness in her body, and glanced directly up into the philistine's eyes, her bright irises sparkling with sinister delight and amusement. Olivia did not like missing her appointments, and in these cases -- especially when the drat boy seemed to want to avoid them -- she had to get over with them quickly. Tick tock. Time passed on. "We missed our appointment, my dear, foolish lowlife who will never amount to anything." She closed her eyes, her lashes soft in the dull light of the basement. "Rain throws itself from the skies even in the direst of days, and like it, we too must not dilly-dally with all of the happenings of the world if it means delaying our personal world." She brought her delicate, gentle hand to her lips and kissed her fingertips, before opening her eyes again. "The new year shall dawn soon, after all." Lunging like a cat, she quickly grasped both of his hands, locking him towards her, and drew her body closer to his. He was ... very warm. Olivia would be glad that he did not get cold from visiting the forest just for her, if she cared even a jiff about this awkward, useless fellow. She looked up at his face. How he would squirm and be embarrassed was so absolutely amusing to Olivia! Ahahaha, how much fun it was to see this malchik flustered. "Viola," She called out to the bird, briefly turning her head away. "Initiate appointment." A soft, metallic chirp off in the corner of the room was followed by the bright tones of the bandoneon. olivia's appointment : : tango incendio She turned back to the foolish boy, gazing at him as bright embers danced in her eyes. A genuine smile graced her face, as if she were eager to continue this. Her voice turned from its gentle, soothing tones to something passionate and fiery. "Let's dance."
declaration cherno's loud non-canon 70s rave style transformation theme that has connections to olivia for some reason Spoiler: hammy anime style quotes complete with two exclamation marks
Olivia's Diary Entry | December 24 « Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep,Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep? » [/url] burnt mansion : : chorus of the roncesvalles Ah-- Olivia's scintillating blue eyes opened to the dreary world of the mansion. It was dark, here in the basement. The bulb was still out, but-- Oh. She felt lighter. Lighter? Did she perhaps get her body back? Olivia lifted her hand, slowly moving her fingers in a wave-like motion. Her body. Her body! Ah, she had returned. It had taken long enough. Did that mean Ben was off sitting on the other side, by the chair? Oh, how wondrous it was to be back in her bod-- A-- A--ack. Things still hurt. That was right. She did not have time to adjust to this pain ... Alright, Olivia. Stay calm. Stay tough. This pain is nothing. She slowly lifted herself up, sitting up on the old wooden desk. Stains of black floated on the wood around her, old, sending off memories of her first serious contraptions on this table. She looked towards the chair, and-- Oh. Oh, where was Ben? Did he leave her so quickly? For god sakes, how rude! Olivia pouted, narrowing her eyes. He would get hurt in these woods! He had little idea of what could be lurking throughout them. Were the snakes here? Hrm. She would have to text him. Her phone was still here, yes? She patted around near the table, and felt the familiar plastic case. Wondrous! She picked it up and turned it on. Everything still seemed intact. For all of Ben's worrisome foolishness of suddenly leaving, he certainly cared for Olivia's little old body. Ack. It was still sore, however ... Foolish fool! Olivia giggled. Ben would be alright, no? Ah, but all of those texts to her were on his phone. She would be unable to reply, for now. But first things, she should most likely leave this old place quite soon. It was a shame. Ah, a true shame she would be unable to reply to malchik, especially ... Olivia shifted to the side of the table, dangling her pale legs above the ground. A quick, graceful leap should work, no? Olivia jumped, and- Spoiler ACK- CURSES. She fell, collapsed, to the floor. Oh-- did-- did her legs give way? She could barely move. What was this? ... It was pain, it would be pain. Yes. Yes, very good, Olivia. She giggled on the floor, holding her legs close to her. What if there were threatening things on this ground? She bumped the nearby cupboard in front of her with her sinewy arms. A metal pipe tattered to the floor next to her, and she grasped the cold steel in her flowery hands. "Viola!" Olivia called out. "Viola, dear!" There was a soft, metallic chirp, and Viola settled down in front of Olivia's face, cocking her head. "Viola, record message," Olivia commanded. Viola's one robotic eye flashed blue, and the soft hum of recording projector sang out from between her feathers. Very good, my dear friend. Everything was set. Olivia cleared her throat, and put on her cutest voice. "Oh, malchik dear! It appears I've fallen in the workshop and I can't get up! Oh ... Oh dear ... I certainly need your help, if you may ... you're my only hope, malchik dear!"Olivia put in an extra whimper, her soprano with the tone of a newborn kitten. "Please come to the workshop! I-- I oh, I shall make it worth your while, my dear malchik. My only want is to see your face for Christmas rescue me! ..." Olivia winked at Viola, and whispered. "Cut message." The humming stopped, and Viola's robotic eye turned green. Olivia let out a giggle. Viola chirped out joyously, as if scolding Olivia, yet laughing with her at the same time. "Please send that to Elliot Anderson, my malchik, Viola. Quickly now, dear!' Viola rose and flapped off, out of the house. Olivia rubbed her leg tenderly. Kukukuku.
Hello. We are the police crashing this party for being too wild.
Cherno left the temple, a smile on his face. He walked out onto the beach. Oh ... was there someone waiting for him? He moved closer. Off in the distance, he saw two other figures. ... Was it the others? They were alive! Perfect! Cherno sighed happily. At least those two had the chance of getting past this place.
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY torricelli's trumpet | the island of limits approaching zero xxxxx xxxxxThe next question hit Cherno like a wave. His eyes widened. Someone else to die, for him? ... Fuck that. He was already too far off the deep end. He got himself into this mess. He-- he promised. He promised himself. He promised himself that he wouldn't let anyone else die, especially not on his behalf. It was selfish. It was most definitely the wrong answer, because the creepy kids asked for a specific pawn on the chessboard. But Cherno wouldn't have any of it. It was very selfish, but his greatest desire was to not let anyone else die. And if that doomed him? So be it. But he still wanted to win. And winning meant answering these questions correctly. Cherno inhaled. They wanted a specific answer. They wanted to test Cherno to see who he would replace. To win and survive, or to die but let others live. Who should he choose. Who would he bring to the annals of death, with but a theoretical idea? ... He spoke. He spoke with a serene, nonchalant voice. But he kept his reasons clear and understandable. If Crestatia disagreed with his logic, then it would be his own burden to bear. And he ended with a soft smile.
Cherno entered the door, calm and serene, a small smile on his face. He was ready to face whatever final judgment awaited him. Ready to embrace it. He was back in front of the temple. The torches were lit. Cherno walked back to where he found the girl. There she was. But to his surprise, the boy was there as well, staring at the wall, turned away from him. "Yo."
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY torricelli's trumpet | the island of limits approaching zero xxxxx xxxxxCherno entered the next room. He was tired. Sore. He didn't want to do this anymore. But he had to go on, dammit. His wrist stung from that crazy kid. He wasn't dying yet. He would fight until the very last trial. Very last trial. He had promises. Promises to keep. People to protect. How could he just lose them like that? Why the fuck was he always so incompetent? There were flashing television screens. A number of them. Cherno approached a few. And- And ... ... Spoiler Bang. Spoiler <insert memory one of backstory here, will edit later> Spoiler Bang. Spoiler <insert memory two of backstory here, will edit later> Spoiler Bang. Spoiler <insert memory three of backstory here, will edit later> ... He-- He-- Spoiler MEMORY He remembered. If not, just a bit. ... His eyes shook. His lips trembled. His hands were shaking. But Cherno? Cherno smiled. He looked to the screen right in the middle. It was, perhaps, his most significant memory. Spoiler Bang. Spoiler <summarized memory desu> He was in the police department, crying and screaming. Of course, this would happen. Of course, his family would be dead. He sat alone, in the corner, his legs held up close to his chest. He couldn't help it. "'Sup dawg." What? "I said, 'sup dawg." A cold palm on his hair. It was the tall Inspector. He looked solemn. Cherno was a crying mess, but his face seemed radiant. ... He would get to stay with them? How sweet of him. But-- but he couldn't. He couldn't have a home like this. ... Cherno's hair was ruffled. The Inspector's face was solemn. His ... his father? What happened to his father? Marigold? She ... she returned? Why? ... "Come." He didn't have anything to return to anymore, after all. His heart was hollow, and his soul was empty. All he could emit was a meek squeak. Did it agree? Did it disagree? He couldn't tell. But the Inspector could. He pointed his index finger at Cherno, and shot at him. "Bang." "Yo dawg, you're a fly-standing un-chump bro, I'm taking you with me." "You can meet my sweet ol' daughter Olivia." "A new family, you'll call it." Cherno was silent. It was as if, with that shot, hope had pierced his heart. Hope to change the future. He agreed. These memories were choppy. The screens only showed bits and pieces, and Cherno was unable to remember the full scene. But he understood. That man was so familiar. He understood why this memory was so close to him. It had filled him with hope. He had been filled with despair before. Death. Unwilling to go on. Why would he? But that memory. It gave him hope. It meant that he could get past the dangerous rules of a cruel reality. It meant that there was always a way to victory, somewhere, somehow. As long as he continued. As long as he never stopped fighting and always had the determination by his side. Cherno gently touched the screen of this memory, and slowly retreated his hand. A small tear gently moved down his pale cheek. He would win here, or he would die here. And it was okay if he died here. A dead man was already dead. But this memory. He knew why he lived beyond that murder incident. It always gave him hope. It was why he was able to save Temperance. It was why he was able to continue on playing this terrible game of hundred days. It was why he was here, moving through a swamp of uncertainty, and finally, finally, he remembered something about his past. He remembered the hope. He was taking a risk with this hope. No hope, the rules said. But that was okay. Because Cherno was happy. Even if he did not remember everything about himself, he remembered bits and pieces of one of his most important memories. And for god damn, if he could rebel against any rule, it would be the one going for no hope. Cherno tearfully smiled, after all these weeks ... He smiled, and held his index finger like a gun, pointing to this most significant memory that allowed him to live.And he closed his wet eyes, and said, in a voice that echoed through the room, tinged with melancholy, sadness, and happiness, "Bang."
"I-it's not like I like thinking of you a-as my arch-enemy, o-or anything ... baka!" ///////
He is extremely fun and very polite, and he has a good lyrical sense!
