{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . }• { LOCATION : DEVYN'S HOME }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : AT EASE // AMUSED } [/url] xxxx❝. . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞ "I will prepare you something light. You have been through a lot, eating too much is ... not a good idea. We will have nice breakfast in the morning, if you would like." That did sound pleasant. Kallisti nodded and watched the other go to work. How surreal this was. She didn't even . . . know what to make of Devyn - then again, she hadn't been knowing what to expect in the first place. It was clear that Devyn wasn't a psychopath or a sociopath; she was just another girl, another player. This was . . . strange. The kitchen filled with the aroma of cooking and Kallisti wanted to offer to help, as she wasn't a bad cook herself, but she was still becoming used to the surroundings and . . . well, Devyn. Maybe tomorrow, for the breakfast. She smiled to herself. When the food was set and the other sat down, they began to eat in silence. Kallisti didn't like eating in silence. Her silly father had always carried on about something or other at the table, leaving her to listed and be intrigued by his quirky behavior. She sniffed, but quickly cleared herself. "I am sure you are wondering why you are here . . . Why I did not just kill you. Honestly, it is very simple." Kallisti had come up with a few theories, but she was prepared to listen to the truth. Or what she was going to be told. She looked up with curiosity, only to be taken aback by the bag. She forgot a bout it, for a little while. It was odd seeing it. "I did not want to be alone, here, tonight. I know that Chester wanted you to kill him, I do not doubt you. There was no . . . blood . . . As you can see, my home is rather secluded. I am usually with Chester, here, or elsewhere. Coming back alone was unappealing. . . . I will kill you, for strategic reasons . . . but not tonight. I also was rather curious as to how it feels to have a sleepover with another female, if I am honest. . . . Though I doubt this is how things usually go." Kallisti laughed, a real, genuine laugh. Perhaps, if she would have continued laughing, she might have cried. "You are so . . . strange." She said, gripping at her stomach, "My original impression of you is far off from the one now. You are still resourceful, smart, but this is . . . not what I was expecting. Despite everything you have done to us, even if it is for the game, I rather like you Devyn." It was hard to believe she was saying that, now, after everything . . . "To be honest, I have never had a sleepover, either." She thought of the time Madeline slept at her house, after the Lacey's explosion. "Well, I'm not sure that counts . . ." she said out loud, though it was to herself. "I'm never too inclined to let people . . . in. To be around them, I suppose. I could never really understand others that could." She finished eating, and then yawned, looking away. "Now that I have the chance, I would like to apologize for Harley. He is . . . an idiot. And for . . . " She sighed. "Chester as well. I didn't suppose that you had such a . . . connection to him, that he meant so much to you, but he did seem rather miserable and I . . . did not feel good about declining him. Looking back on it, it has led me into a situation of good harm." Good harm. Irony. Kallisti prodded at her lower lip with the fork, "This may be trekking on too personal territory, and feel free not to reply, but . . . Why do you wear the bag over your head?" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : UNKNOWN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : STRANGE } [/url] xxxx❝. . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞ Kallisti followed Devyn quietly as she was shown the house, and listened to the other girl's reply to her question. Hmm, to have killed her parents . . . At first, just like everything else about Devyn, it seemed terrible, but what harm was it really? Kallisti's mother was already dead, she had seen to that herself, but her father . . . Oh, how she did love her father, even if he had been an awkward man trying to get along after the tragic death of his other half, his wife. There was no good reply to what Devyn told her, so she just hummed an 'Mmm.' and went on with the tour. Every now and then, something would stick out to her, but there was nothing left to comment on that was idle and wasn't serious. The two came to a stop and Devyn opened a door to show a spacious room that had a full view of the ocean river. "This is where we will be sleeping. You must be tired. Would you like to bathe, or eat? I have a change of clothes for you." Kallisti mulled over her question. Come to think of it, she was rather hungry - who knew when it had been the last time she had eaten, but she looked at the bed and it . . . "Ah . . ." she said, leaning forward on her feet. "Might I be able to bathe, first? I feel . . . uncomfortable." There was more to say on that, but it was better not to. A little while later, Kallisti was left to shower. She looked around for a few moments, and then out the window. This place was peaceful, nice . . . A nice contrast to her previous chaos . . . It made her miss home. Or. Well. Yes. Home. She walked to the bathroom and stripped off all of her clothing, looking herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dull, her skin was filled with less color than usual. Her hair felt heavy. She felt heavy. Everything felt heavy. This game had only brought her to cry once, that she could remember, and that was after escaping the auditorium. After killing Abigail Rider. She took a step into the shower and turned the hot water on. It felt good. Nice. Better than anything she had felt in a long time . . . Madeline could have done with a shower. Harley, too. The others, as well. After a long shower filled with emotion and hot water, Kallisti stepped out and dried herself off, along with her hair. When she went back to the room, she found a set of plain white clothing laid out. Cotton fabric; it was soft. Oh. Shorts. Kallisti looked down at her legs and grimaced. Still a disgusting sight as always. She never did get the chance to kill Peter - now she wondered if he was even alive. What a shame, if he wasn't. "Thank you for the clothing, the room, and the shower." she told Devyn, after finding her again. She didn't know how to go about it, but she was hungry. Best to be straightforward. "I am hungry." she said bluntly, and then cleared her throat, looking away with slight embarrassment. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : UNKNOWN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS // CONFUSED } [/url] xxxx❝. . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞ To be honest, Kallisti didn't know what to think. Devyn was a girl, just like her. Devyn was a teenager, just like them. Albeit a clever one, but still one and a player. The inside of the house was nice, and it felt warm. She felt more tired. Today had been tiresome. It had been a surprise to hear that she didn't know of Cheshire. Kallisti honestly thought that she had that boy under her thumb, which was why they had run into him in the hospital. Maybe he really was a phantom manifestation of Chester's anger. Kallisti hoped he was happy, wherever he was . . . The sound of small, scampering paws was heard and Kallisti immediately bagged it as a dog. Oh, it was cute. She was more of a cat person, but . . . In suit, she slipped off her shoes, then watching Devyn interact with the pup. Oh . . . That was . . . She cleared her throat and looked away, but the dog then came up to inspect her. "I hope you are not allergic. His name is . . . Chestnut . . . " She was told as she bent down to pet the puppy. She gave a warm smile as he warmed up to her and licked her hand. "It is a very adorable name, and a very cute pup." she replied idly, playing with him for a few more moments. She had come to realize how much she hated the word 'cute'. It was too coarse, too short. Too inelegant. "Let me show you around." Kallisti frowned at the change in voice, but stood and shrugged, following Devyn wherever she was to be leaded. "Do you live here alone? Chester told me you had parents, but . . . Well, both of mine are dead." Or her father might as well be, since she hadn't seen him since . . . Ah. No use thinking on that. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : UNKNOWN HOUSE }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS } [/url] xxxx❝. . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞ ". . . You lot are simply too afraid to attempt anything out of the ordinary." Kallisti looked at Devyn. Well, it wasn't as if she was wrong, but she didn't make an effort to retort or reply. She was suddenly very tired. The area they were traveling through was very beautiful, and she wondered why she had never been around such an area before. "You will see where we are going, Kallisti Lein. I do not want you to be afraid, but I also do not want to lie to you. I will kill you . . . just not yet." That seemed a little ironic, but again, she made no reply. It seemed she wouldn't be able to make a return from Devyn's presence. She missed Madeline, already. She could hear Temperance cursing her stupidity. She could hear Harley cursing her just in general . . . She heard the shaky breath from the other girl. She was strange. Was she dangerous, or scared? Excited, a nut? Kallisti couldn't pin her. Before, it seemed as if she wanted them to try and kill her. Or maybe she was scared of them, in reality. She frowned. A thought occurred to her, "Devyn . . . Have you heard of anyone named Cheshire? I . . . met him, before I met Chester. They are similar in appearance, but Cheshire is . . . different, in mental state. More childish, more of a loose cannon, I suppose . . . I didn't think him to be real when I met Chester, but . . ." They pulled up to a rather beautiful house that reminded Kallisti of the one Vanille had brought them to. She wondered if Devyn lived her - and if, when she walked into the door, would she be walking out. "Come on, now." The two of them left the car and Kallisti began to follow Devyn. She felt a little . . . bad? for asking so many questions, but she had so many. Why was Devyn staving off her death? Why were they here? Was she angry? What was she feeling? " . . . You are a strange person." she blurted out in her flurry of thoughts. "Ah, sorry . . . Erm. What are we doing, exactly?" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
. . . THANK YOU. ALTHOUGH THERE ISN'T MUCH TO BE ADMIRED ABOUT ME.
WITH A GOOD CRIMINAL HEART BY THE WORLD/INFERNO FRIENDSHIP SOCIETY
YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST COME STRAIGHT TO ME, JAYN; I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU IT WAS MINUET RIGHT OFF THE BACH.
CONGRATULATIONS, HYUGE. YOU HAVE SURVIVED THIS LONG. YOU WILL PROBABLY NEVER LEAVE, NOW. DON'T WORRY, JAYN AND I WILL BE WITH YOU EVERY STEP OF THE WAY.
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : CAR // UNKNOWN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CURIOUS } The car revved away and Kallisti watched the scenery go by, wondering where Devyn was going to take her. As far as things were going, it didn't . . . look as if the girl was going to kill her, but she might be shipping her off to some secluded place to abandon her, or shoot her, or . . . something. The car stopped at a broken bridge, and for a short moment, she thought the girl was going to push her off of it or make her jump, but no such command to leave the car came. She looked over at Devyn and watched her pull a small box from her pocket and take the key from her neck to open it. What was inside, she wondered? "They control life. The blue ones represent the lives of us, the pawns. The black ones represent the dead." She listened intently to the explanation. She had pulled a fair few Black diamonds . . . Did that mean she had brought people back to life, or . . . ? If Crestatia made it all happen, let Devyn control things like that . . . She wondered what sort of deal, exchange it took. Did the demoness truly favor her over the rest of them? . . . It didn't really seem like a big surprise. "Yes, the room was quite interesting . . . And your book. I am sorry to say for myself and personal knowledge of the game that I wasn't allowed time to read more of it. You have only been a player of this session, aren't you? It has only been . . . fifty-something days, and you have all of that information. I am impressed." She looked out the window again, "How did you go about collecting all of that information? Oh, and . . . Would you mind telling me where you are taking me? I cannot shake the feeling that you are going to kill me when we arrive to our destination - though perhaps you are not completely fault in that, but I don't wish to die for a few reasons." [ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : . . . • L A T E S T ][ LOCATION : BUS ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : . . . ] It took a special kind of person to put Harley in a state like this. In reality, he was in hysterics, but he couldn't bring himself to exert the action or the emotion of it. Now, he just felt like he was going through the motions of life. Well. This fake existence. To say the least of his feelings; he was ashamed. In there, confronting Devyn - confronting that bi - . . . Devyn - he had lost his cool. But Harley had been to hell an back over the last day, and then he was losing Kallisti? Wasn't easy stuff to deal with. Not for him. Not right now. After what he saw in the - . . . Harley roughly shook his head, trying to pry the images from his mind. They weren't weak. None of those people had been weak. Vanille hadn't been weak. She hadn't been. Fuck. She was just a goddamned kid. He took a tired glance over at Madeline. Kallisti hadn't made it easy for her. Hadn't made it easy for him. He kind of hated her now, but not really. His mind was just a complete storm of raw emotion that couldn't be exerted in any way. At base, he was tired. What he really wanted to do was sleep. Cry a little. And then sleep. Or cry a lot, and then sleep. Harley wasn't much of a crier. He couldn't remember the last time he cried. But losing Kallisti, even if she blood-related, even if at one time or now, he might have been in love with her, it was too much for him to handle. All of his anger, all of his sadness . . . It was dangerous. In his dull surroundings, a presence appeared, and he went into lock-down mode. "Harley," came a distant female voice. It was blurry, the sound was fuzzy. Far away. He recognized it though. She'd gotten mad at him for some reason he didn't give a shit about, before he left exploring. "What did you see?" Harley laughed - only there was no sound and there was no expression. What did he see? It hadn't really affected him until . . . Unconsciously, he placed his hand on his hip. It was probably bruised, wasn't it? " . . . Marina . . . " The name was so tiny from his mouth, so miniscule - it almost didn't exist. Like them. They didn't exist. Not really. Theo, Olivia, Elliot . . . Vanille. They didn't exist anymore. Harley violently flinched when he felt contact of two small hands with his shoulders. His first impulse was to grab the wrist and round them over his shoulder, slamming them against one of the seat tops, snapping their spine. He clutched one of the wrists and nearly began to tug when he realized who it was. He didn't let go for a long moment and he was pretty sure that she was going to have a bruise in the shape of his hand, but when he let go he mumbled a 'sorry' and then let her try an ease him. "I'm tired." he said. "I want to go to sleep." Marina wanted to know what he saw, but he couldn't bring himself to talk about it now. "Marina, can I borrow your lap?" he asked her. The bus door opened, and Harley idly wondered if Kallisti had come back to them. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : UNKNOWN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CONFUSED } [/url] xxxx❝. . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx . . .❞ As the others left, Kallisti walked forward, playing idly with the red ribbon on her wrist. She didn't know what to expect. To die? Perhaps. It . . . happened, she supposed. And if she could stop existing once, she could do it again. " . . . I am happy to see you here, alone. I trust you will cooperate and I will not have to immobilize you." Kallisti stopped and looked up to see Devyn. Well, it was now or - cooperate? Oh, this was . . . unexpected. The other girl turned and Kallisti began to follow. "Did you all figure out how the pendulums--get in the passengers seat, please--worked?" Taking a breath, and carefully following the other into the car, she began to speak, "No, we did not, but I do suspect that they did something . . . We pulled a few of them, but nothing ever happened to us, personally." This was her time to ask questions, if she could, "Might you mind . . . er, explaining them to me?" She wondered where they were off to.
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : UNKNOWN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TIRED } [/url] xxxx❝. . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx I am at a stop for what we must do.❞ Devyn did not apply them with many options. Really, she only gave them one visible one; leave herself behind for the others to go. What would happen to her then? What of the others? Even if they were to comply, there was no real reassurance that they would be left alone. Devyn was a player, the others were players - and Devyn wanted to win. The girl did not outright say that she wanted to kill her. She only said she wanted Chester's killer. Of course, there was no guarantee that Kallisti would not be tortured, but Devyn seemed, in a way . . . apathetic to Chester dying. She was a reasonable person, more so than the rest of them. She looked at Harley, and then at Madeline. It was nice to see Madeline was okay. This might be the last time she saw her. It was an odd thought. She didn't . . . ask to grow romantic feeling for her, to care for her. They just sort of happened. For a short moment, she wondered what the alternate timeline looked like for them, for her. With Madeline dead and all . . . "You're not go - " "Shut up, Harley." she told him, "All of you, out. Leave. I will try and see to it that you are delivered safely, back to Brookridge. I cannot promise much more than that. I do not know what will happen, but I cannot risk all of you dying, as there needs to be someone left to beat out Devyn." "But Kal - " "Shut up, Harley." she snapped, "Unfortunately, it does not seem like our lives our in our own hands. Devyn has held a wise point about us letting our feelings get in the way. Who knows, perhaps hating Crestatia is a terrible idea. This is a girl who knows many of the kinks and workings of this game. Perhaps I could try and figure them out, and somehow, miraculously make it out of this hellhole alive with some new view on the world and this game." Kallisti took a breath, "Now, it is time for you to all go." She gave them a wave, and then turned to Madeline, grabbing her hand, "I hate goodbyes of any kind, especially the dramatic and fluffy ones where they hug and kiss and cry. It sickens me. But . . . Seeing as I might not live to see you again . . ." She gave a little laugh, starting to feel some tears welling up in her eyes. Pathetic. With a deep breath, she leaned in to kiss Madeline on the cheek, pulled back and then leaned he forehead against the other girl's, "Hey . . . One of us had to die eventually." she said, and then pressed her lips to the girl's nose. She wanted to kiss Madeline. As in, really kiss her. But now wasn't the time for that. "Harley, I would like you to keep an eye on her?" she told him as he gave her a look that was mixed with several emotions. Aha. She hated Harley Jay Jackson, "Shoo. Everyone out. I am going, now . . . " This noble hero thing was . . . bullshit. But they had no other options, as frustrating as that was. Temperance would probably scoff at her, think of her as a dumb idiot. Harley would, too, but less spitefully. Aha. She hated people. Kallisti let go of Madeline's hand and began to walk.
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : I TRIED } • { LOCATION : UNKNOWN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : ANNOYED } [/url] xxxx❝. . . xxxxxxxxx . . . xxxxxx You annoy me.❞ A sigh left Kallisti's lips as Devyn began to counter her. This was tedious. She was tempted to shoot the girl and have it over with, but she listened to what was said. Of course she knew the game was a test. The girl didn't seem to understand that she could be erased, too and that erasing her would be part of someone else's tactic to win. They all wanted to win . . . She thought. To be honest, Kallisti wasn't keen on it herself, but she wanted to go as far as she could. "Well I'm just so ****ing glad that you're buddy-buddy with Crestatia," Harley said, rolling his eyes, "But we're players just like you. You're competition to us. We kill you, there's one less to deal with." Kallisti shook her head and told him to be quiet. He was too angry. About what, she didn't know, but it was getting to him, and she couldn't have him going on a rampage here. "Try and kill me if you wish. I will not stop you." Kallisti twitched, "Don't shoot." she told the others, though it might have been obvious. Devyn wanted them to try and kill her. She had special abilities, didn't she? How else did she have the diamond room? She had said she was working with Crestatia, that she was, at the base, in a way, partnered up with the demoness. Her skill was above theirs, and none of them played the game in the way she had. "You are correct. Perhaps some of us have been run by our emotions. Perhaps some of us are not fit to continue this game - but we have all come this far, haven't we?" She took a breath, "We cannot simply off ourselves without being punished, not unlike your Chester. He said that you were trying to win the favor of Crestatia. That implies you have not yet. You are still just a pawn to her, and can be wasted just as the rest of us can. It would be easy to make a deal with her, to kill you, you know. She is not above that, I am sure, but she may, yes, ask for a rather steep price, since you are such a . . . valuable pawn, and in that way, we would not have to suffer the consequences of what you might counter-attack." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . } • { LOCATION : UNKNOWN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : ANNOYED } Kallisti watched as Devyn crumpled up the note and threw it over her shoulder, and Kallisti sighed, signaling for the others to wait. Before she could do anything else, Marina began to speak and Kallisti sighed. Well, at least she was buying her some time to formulate something. She was hoping that Devyn would be distracted long enough for them to catch her off guard. If she was just a player, a pawn like them, she could be killed, couldn't she? "You tell me, then . . . Is there really someone apart of this game who deserves to win it more than I do? . . . You found my diamond room, did you not? My book, too? Who else has accomplished so much?. . . How many of you hate Crestatia, be honest?" "None of us asked for this, Devyn." Kallisti said, relaxing her hold on the gun, bring her hand to her side, "None of us wanted to be players of this game, but none of us want to die either, we just want to continue living as we believed we always have." "Please, just let me shoot the bitch already," Harley hissed impatiently, and Kallisti shook her head. Devyn had made valid points, but Kallisti didn't want to lose to such a foul person. "In order for the rest of us to continue as normal, we must kill you." she told the girl, "And I am leaning towards killing you, so that you may be out of our lives and this game and take advantage of all your resources. It doesn't matter who has collected the most data, who has the best chance of winning at the moment. Those things can all be stolen, taken from you. Those things can all be changed, so easily. So tell me, what will you do when we try to kill you?"
[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : DEVYN • L A T E S T ][ OOC : . . . ] • [ LOCATION : UNKNOWN ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : . . . ] What were they even doing? Harley wanted to shoot the bitch now. Now. NOW. After what she had done to . . . Harley shook his head and waited to see if Kallisti's plan would work. He had his doubts, but it was all they had for the moment. He heard a mumbled, then a shift on his shoulder made him wince. Oh. It looked like the princess was waking up. Letting go of his gun for a moment, he gently set her down. "Nice to see you're still alive." he told Madeline, and Kallisti looked over her shoulder, relief flying over her face, but then she returned to the matter at hand. "We're in the middle of something at the moment, so don't make a fuss." His hand returned to his gun.
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : . . . }• { LOCATION : UNKNOWN }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : . . . } Kallisti looked at the rest behind her and closed her eyes, shaking her head slightly, but she could work with this, maybe, "This is not what I had intended, and I did not ask them to come." Of course, Devyn wouldn't believe that. She walked up to the girl, extremely wary of the three cloaked figures behind her, and held up the note that had all of Chester's final words on. "This note is what he gave to us, and he asked us to pull the plug on him. I understand his situation, and," she laughed a little, "I understand yours, Devyn. You want to be a winner of this game, that is why you have captured all of us. You wish to earn Crestatia's favor. Would you like to read what he said, what he wrote?" Patronizing her was not a good idea, but she was buying a little time. She handed the note to Devyn and then walked back to the small group. As she spoke to Harley next to her, she kept her mouth as completely still as she possibly could. "If she takes it, we will shoot." she said under her breath, making sure that each of them heard her. "Be ready." "So, Miss Devyn, what do you think?" she asked.
Harley, with Madeline over his shoulder, followed Kallisti and Temperance inside. He wanted a shot at this chick, too. Literally.
Kallisti closed the phone, took a breath, and calmly handed it back to Marina. "No, Temperance." she took the note from the girl's pocket with Chester's handwriting on it, and walked into the building. "I am here." she called out, clutching the note at her side.
"Hello Devyn. This is Quintus, and I am the one who pulled the plug on Chester's hospital bed, but let me make it clear that it was at his request and that he seemed rather intent on me pulling it. If you must kill, let it be me and me only, but I would like to share with you his notes that he exchanged with me. If you are willing to meet me in private, or some such it would be a good move on both our parts, as you seem to be under the misconception that I murdered him." she explained calmly but quickly, "Do not kill any of the others, please."
Kallisti honestly didn't know what to do, and with Temperance . . . But Septimus offered up a good point. "Marina, might I have that phone?" she asked, "I wish to call the girl."
Kallisti looked when Marina spoke, and listened to what she had to say. Her face went pale when she found who had called her and what they wanted. "Temperance . . ." she murmured, looking at the girl. What would happen if Devyn came? Would she kill them all? She no doubt wanted blood for Chester's death - but she didn't understand, Kallisti thought as she tugged on the red ribbon. Chester said he wanted to die. When Marina said what Theodore had told her . . . "I killed Chester." she replied to all of them, "So what now? Do I go, or do I stay, and we can work to kill her." "The bag chick?" Harley said, and she looked at him. His face was angry, and he was reaching for his gun "She tortured Vanille. Theo. Elliot. Olivia. They're dead because of her. No. Not you, too." He looked around at the others. "If I do not go," Kallisti began to counter,"she will surely kill all of us." She then looked at Temperance, "What shall we - . . . I do?" Even as she said the question, she turned in direction to deliver herself. In all honesty, Kallisti wanted to lodge a bullet into Devyn's head. Even more, now that she had found out about some of the others.
