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WAIT, PEOPLE WEAR POP CULTURE CLOTHING AND DON'T KNOW A THING ABO - OH. WELL. OF COURSE THEY DO.

I NEVER REALLY GOT INTO THAT, BUT TO EACH THEIR OWN, I SUPPOSE.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : AAAAAND GOOD NIGHT!! }​

{ DAY : 45 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 13, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LOFT }​

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

Kallisti hummed a reply to Madeline's response. They were both tired. She felt her eyes drooping closed as she smoothed out her black party dress a bit. " s'Hard being friends . . . isn't it? " she murmured, and she wasn't even sure if she had said it.

She didn't want to be friends with Madeline, it was too hard. Theo's idea of ridding the No Romance rule would have been nice . . . She closed her eyes and slumped over to the side, unknowingly and onto Madeline's shoulder.

Tomorrow, hell would probably start, but just one more, peaceful sleep couldn't hurt.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : HEADACHE RETURNS. }​

{ DAY : 45 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 13, 2013 } • { LOCATION : THE LOFT }​

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

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Madeline shrugged at her noir-natured joke and laid her head back. Kallisti let out a little yawn of sleepiness. How Harley and Vanille were sleeping, she hadn't the slightest, but she didn't want to.

" . . . You've been different lately. " she said, and Kallisti tiredly raised her eyebrows. Different . . . Yes, she had been different, hadn't she? The game had been getting to her. Everything had been getting to her. Hah. Thomas had gotten to her. Was it jealousy? Probably. She had become so selfish. She had known, in the beginning that Thomas had a crush on Madeline; then, it hadn't really mattered because she saw the other girl as nothing more than a schoolmate.

It was after all of those blasted events that she started to care. But they had put a firm stop to it at the hot springs. Friends, and that was all. And then Thomas was alive again. How . . . peachy. It hadn't mattered to her at first, another face not to care about, another to die.

" Have you been angry with me? "

She let out a little laugh. Was she angry with her? Earlier, at that shattered window, she had been. There had been other times, too, but she never stayed angry. She just wished that it didn't seem like she and Thomas were so close. It was disgusting . . . But there were other things, too. She had just become an overall more cold and cynical person. She disliked everyone. No exceptions.

. . . There were just people that she disliked less than others.

" That's to say I've not been angry with everyone. " she replied evasively, " I am simply tired. " But enough about her. " We haven't talked much as of late, I was beginning to think that perhaps you were angry with me. " That wasn't entirely true, but it was something to say. She yawned again.

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : N/A • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : MAN. THIS IS NUTSO. ]​

[ DAY : 45 - 3/3 ] • [ JANUARY 13, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : THE LOFT ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : TIRED // STRESSED ]​

Goddamn these burns . . . He was pretty sore, but after treating his wounds, he felt a little better. It had been a huge shock when he just kinda . . . sprung on fire. He sighed and saw Vanille come back into the loft, looking sullen and sad. Her face really was pretty, but he guessed he understood her pain.

It was getting late, and they all needed sleep and rest for whatever the hell was going to come soon. He knew something ****** was going to happen, the only trial to it happening was surviving it. It had better not turn into some Battle Royale shit, because he didn't feel like killing everyone.

Vanille had made her way over to him and tugged at his sleeve sleepily. He looked at her and sighed heavily; she looked just as bad as he felt. He grabbed his jacket from one of the chairs and draped it over her shoulders, leading her to one of the couches. There was going to be hell to pay later, and whoever that woman was . . .

Fuck, if Crestatia could ever pick a time to help her toys out, soon would be nice. Unless she was the one behind all of this. How much torture could she put all of them through? He was underestimating her, apparently. The lady was capable of more than just making them all combust - she was having the whole population of Earth after them.

He looked down at Vanille who was soundly asleep on his lap now. Man. None of them signed up for this, he thought to himself, laughing quietly. Lorinda had better be of some goddamned help, otherwise he didn't know what they would do.

Harley sighed heavily and closed his eyes, falling into an extremely light sleep.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

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

Kallisti watched as her troubled cousin and the small girl, Vanille, curled up on a couch and fell asleep. How cute, she thought cynically, and then rolled her eyes.

She, too, was sleepy, and sleep did sound like a good idea, but she was on guard too much to get any decent rest. She could only hope that her grandmother would keep her word to help them out of this tight spot. At her side, she clutched her phone. Her tanned pantyhose were torn in several places and she could see the scars on her legs. She was really too tired to care about them, but it was a hope that no one else would spot them.

On another couch sat Madeline, looking just as cynical as she felt. Madeline had told them all, hadn't she? Kallisti hadn't said anything to her, or to any of the others when the summoning had started; now the regret was that she hadn't.

Shakily getting to her feet, Kallisti slowly walked over to the couch where Madeline sat, cautious of John and Thomas being around. She sat down.

Thomas seemed to be a bit like a dog, didn't he? She hated dogs. Him being praising of Madeline, thinking she could do no wrong, thinking that she was the most perfect was . . . annoying. There were, of course, some things that she could agree with him on about Madeline, but she did not like the fact that she had to. That there was someone else to agree on with things about Madeline.

She did not like Thomas and preferred it when everyone thought he was dead.

" I'm tired. " she said, just quiet enough for Madeline to hear. " This night has turned out to be a . . . disaster. Is there any chance of going back to the conference room and throwing ourselves out the window? " She was only half-joking. She had thought about it earlier, when she was in her moment of being abhorrent to the extreme, but now it seemed like a ridiculous, weak thought. It had been shameful for Kal to have scolded her.

He said what she already knew; she would never be so weak again.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : WELL, THIS SHOULD BE FUN. }​

{ DAY : 45 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 13, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LOFT }​

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

She wasn't particularly caring of leaning on Harley at this time. The hell they had all just experienced was . . . And it was just going to get worse. The news . . . Whoever that woman was, she was having the whole world come after them. They were going to be hunted for until this woman said stop. Humans were pathetic things; easily scared, swayed, and ridiculously idiotic.

The moment their names scrolled through the screens, Kallisti was already on the phone, calling the one person she never wanted to speak to, ever, to ask for help.

" Kallisti, Harley, what have you done?! " Her voice was unusually frantic, but for the most part, she was calm.

" Please, we need your help. Are you willing to provide assistance for all of the names that were just on that screen? "

The line was quiet. Lorinda was a cruel woman, a sorry excuse for a human being, but at their absolute time - of - need, she wouldn't abandon or turn on them . . . would she?

" . . . Whenever you have the spare time, you had better explain to me what's happening. " she said quietly, " You're at Antilum Laboratories, are you not? " She didn't wait for an answer, " Stay there. Dr. Timothy will surely keep you all safe, considering his son is apart of this . . . little crew you have. You cannot stay there long. I will speak to some people, and we will see about having you moved. Out of the country, if we have to. "

Why was this happening?

" Keep me posted, Lorinda. " Kallisti said, almost pleadingly. One confirmation from her grandmother later, and she set the phone on a couch, slumped back on it, and then looked at Harley whose shirt was gone and he was treating his wounds. Everyone else was generally quiet, save Marina. That fool.

She didn't even care about running from Crestatia, or from this . . . person that had called them all out. It was the other humans she was worried about. It would be easy to evade them, so long as they had help . . . The students of Brookridge had nothing but connections, and they could all be very useful in this situation, so long as help was willing to be given.

" Yes, we should stay here for the night. " she said in reply to Elliot's nervous-sounding suggestion, " The majority of the world doesn't exactly know we exist, so we should be well for the next few days . . . " And only the next few days. Once people found out that they all existed . . . " If any of you have anyone from your families that could help us - I'm mostly looking at the original students of Brookridge - phone them and ask if they are willing to help us. "

Theodore had left after Marina. If she wanted to die so badly then let her. Kallisti wouldn't have minded helping, either. She was tired. What of Crestatia, in any matter? Did she know of this happening? There wasn't much to be said after she had left them . . . Kallisti wanted to summon her again.

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( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: SCARED )​

Vanille had stayed close to Harley and Quin since they had left the conference room. She couldn't believe her mask was gone, burned to a crisp, and that everyone was free to see her repulsive face . . . More tears ran down her cheeks.

No one was going to be able to make her feel better, and at this point, everyone was just making her feel worse! With the whole world after them now because of some stupid demon lady calling them out, Vanille wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep in mommy's lap . . . Mommy. Was she okay?

She saw Quin set her phone down on the couch and quickly rushed over to her, ❝Q - Quin . . . M - may I - borrow y - your phone . . . ?❞ she asked frailly and the girl motioned to the small, touch-screen device without looking at it or her. Vanille nervously grabbed it and removed herself from the room and stepping out into the hallway, and quietly dialing the only number she knew by heart.

When the ringing tone continued to persist, more tears welled up in her blue eyes, threatening to spill over, but then the call finally went clear. ❝. . . How do you have this number?❞ came a cool voice she recognized, her British accent smoothed over well.

❝M - Mommy?❞ she whispered, trying not to cry anymore.

❝Oh, Vanille! Thank goodness, are you alright?❞ The woman's voice had completely changed into happiness, relief, and worry, ❝I saw everything on the news - darling, what on earth has happened?❞

Vanille took a long breath, ready to explain everything to the one person that truly loved her, but then remembered the first rule of the email that had been laid out: Do not tell anyone. What would happen if she did? Would Crestatia come back? Would Vanille be punished somehow? Oh, she wanted to tell her mom . . . Maybe she would, soon. Later. When she knew that she was set for death.

❝Mommy, you'll help, won't you?❞ she asked evasively, ❝With . . . With what ever I ask of you?❞

❝Of course, my love . . .❞ the woman said comfortingly, ❝I will help you with what ever you may need. The board is not happy with what is going on, as it is greatly interfering with Project Damocles - and since all of you are students at Brookrige . . . They are not quite willing to give up their subjects just yet. You will be backed up.❞

It only brought a little comfort to Vanille, ❝A - Another thing . . .❞ she started wistfully, ❝. . . My mask has been burned.❞

Mom sounded extremely sympathetic, ❝Aww, darling . . . It will be alright. You have a beautiful face, no one will say anything terrible to you, do you understand?❞

She sniffled and curled up against the wall, ❝I u - understand . . . I'll - call you b - back soon, okay?❞

❝Stay safe, my love. Everything will be alright.❞

Vanille ended the call and held the phone tightly to her chest, sniffing. Would that really be true? What would they all do now?

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SHAPES AND SEASONS BY ROBIN BACIOR

KNEW THERE WAS A REASON I LIKED YOU.

ANYWAY, I'D ONLY MISS A FEW PEOPLE, BUT I'D NOT THINK ABOUT IT SO OFTEN, SO IT WOULD EVENTUALLY NOT MATTER TO ME.

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : N/A • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : NOW WHAT ?? ]​

[ DAY : 45 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 13, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : ANTILUM ]​

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

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To add on to his mild burns and stiffness, Kallisti was acting weird. He stared at her while she stood at the broken-open window. Would she really jump out of it? Was she really that weak? She was taking too long, so he grabbed her hand and dragged her away from the window.

Vanille

was crying; no one else seemed to care . . . He tiredly walked over to her, and grabbed her hand as well, Shakily, she looked at him and then pressed her face into his sore chest. It was fine. He didn't care at this point. Everyone in the room was shaken up - he might as well take care of those he knew best. Crestatia. She was permanently on her period - he fucking swore it. She went away just for Cherno apologizing?

Talk about temperamental.

He watched the phone call Theo had with his old man. It seemed like something was going on, and they were gonna have to stay in this godforsaken building . . . No more fucking surprises tonight, he was tired.

" You're...free to go. But my father says something is going down, and that maybe we shouldn't be leaving Antilum...I'm not sure what's going on yet, but I am going to check the news on the loft television now. "

Great.

With Vanille and Kallisti in his hands, he began to walk, only stopping when he realized a faint, whistling sound was heard. What the hell was that? He turned around and looked out the wall of shattered windows, and then saw a plane zoom by . . . Just a few moments later, Antilum began to shake and he put a clutch on the two girls and dragged all of them down to the floor, waiting for the tremor to pass. What the hell was going on?

Fucking Crestatia.

A bright, brilliant white flash showed in the distance, and then there was smoke. Had that plane dropped a . . . bomb? Were they being bombed? He looked at Kallisti and thought the same thing she did; it was the Auditorium . . . all over again.

Shit. He picked up the two girls and hurried out of the room after Theo to see what was on the news.

No more fucking surprises tonight, please.

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : OOCHERE }​

{ DAY : 45 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 13, 2013 } • { LOCATION : PLACE }​

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

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And just like that, the nightmare was over. Kallisti hadn't known what was accomplished tonight. She really hadn't. More pain, more heartache. Everyone was in extremely low states of sanity. Her's was tipping over itself. The alarms were blaring, the building was in lock down mode. They were trapped in Antilum.

Well, except for the blown out windows. Her heels were gone, she was barefoot, and glass might have gotten stuck in her feet. She didn't care. She carelessly padded away towards one of the windows and gazed out, into the night. This room they were all in, it was so high up. Her thoughts became absorbed in the height of the building as the rest of the world began to black out behind her.

She could do this, now. She could simply . . . fall forward. No more Crestatia . . . no more Thomas, no more John, Harley, or Madeline . . . Kallisti felt at peace with the thought. Who truly cared about existing, anyway? It was becoming less and less of a priority, as she stood at this edge. Her breath came slow and calm as she closed her eyes. This sense of freedom . . . In death, she could not be played with by Crestatia, nor anyone else.

A hand was felt on her wrist, and everything rushed back to her. Over her shoulder, she saw the solemn face of Harley that judged her, and then who motioned to the crying Vanille. She looked back at the night. No suicide. Crestatia would have brought her back. Then what would have happened? With a soft smile one her face, one she hadn't done in weeks . . . She yanked back her own hand and looked around at everyone.

" Well, that was just great fun . . . " she said to herself, " Perhaps . . . Is there any chance we would be getting out of here, soon? " This was Theodore's home. What would his father say? Haha . . . Nothing good. He must be stressed. She sympathized; if this were Lorinda's dwelling . . .

DON'T CONTEMPLATE SUICIDE EVER AGAIN, KALLISTI QUINTUS LEIN. YOU WILL NEVER ACT SO WEAK AGAIN.

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( OOC :: WELL, THAT WAS JUST PEACHY !! )​

( DAY :: 45 - 2/3 ) • ( JANUARY 13, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: ANTILUM )​

( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: . . . )​

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The next thing she had known was blackness. She was standing in a room of complete and utter blackness, and it seemed that all of her clothing was gone! A fierce, female voice echoed through the blackness, and just feet ahead of her appeared a window. Slowly, she crept up to that window and peered out of it to see horrible things. People were on fire! Tears began to run down her face, why was this happening?

She could only watch and wait for someone to do something, and then suddenly, she collapsed.

Off in the far, far, faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar distance, she heard a muffled voice, calling out for someone . . . ❝Sister? You okay?❞ Haha. How silly, she didn't have a brother ~

A heavy smack of throbbing hit her head as her eyes tore open. The lights were too bright, her muscles were strangely sore, and right above her own face was another. Wow. He was pretty. Who was he again?

She smiled weakly. ❝Hi . . .❞ she replied to him, leaning into his chest for his warmth. She was ridiculously cold . . . Her hand instinctively went to her cheek, and then she moved up to her forehead slowly. She'd never noticed how smooth her skin was, how nice it felt to know that she had skin . . .

Her mask.

Oh, no.

Slightly panicked, she patted her face, but there was no sign of it. She leaped out of his arms and looked around the room frantically for it. Covered in foam. Burned down to nothing. Her mask. It was gone. All of that work. That effort . . . And people could see her face.

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The fire. OH ****. How the hell did this all happen so fast? Vanille was possessed and Crestatia was a crazy ***** who was forever on her period. ****ING HELL. Kallisti jumped out of her chair, slammed the door open and looked up and down the hall for mother****ing FIRE EXTINGUISHER. She grabbed it and ran back inside to the room, popping the cap after long moments of FUMBLING, grabbing the hose and then spraying the two MOTHER ****ERS ON FIRE with it.

WHAT, WAS THAT HARLEY ON FIRE, TOO? Oh, dear god, she hated him, but she had to save his dumbass, too. She sprayed the three of them with the heavy extinguisher, her energy quickly running out.

HOPEFULLY THIS **** WORKED.

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( OOC :: HUNGRY. )​

( DAY :: 45 - 2/3 ) • ( JANUARY 13, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: ANTILUM )​

( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: NERVOUS )​

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❝Follow suit. Close your eyes.❞ Marina began to instruct, and Vanille followed in suit, ❝Take a deep breath and relax. You need to stay calm.❞

Right . . . Stay calm. Just as Marina said, she took a breath and then reached for the other's hands. Her breath quietly left her mouth and all of her nerves calmed down. It would be okay. She and Marina would be okay. If they died, and were wiped from existence, that was okay.

❝Crestatia, I call upon thee to speak with you. I offer myself up to you. I know you killed your last vessel. You need someone else to do your bidding, and so I give myself to you. Please, take my offer in exchange for a deal to be made.❞

It sounded very official to Vanille's ears, and she could see no reason why it wouldn't work. Was there something she should add? She felt a little silly, but . . .

❝I offer myself up as a vessel as well,❞ she said calmly, ❝Allow a deal to be made between us and yourself.❞ Silly, yes. It sounded silly, but she really hoped it was working!

She opened her eyes and peered around at the openings through her mask . . . Had it . . . worked? Marina's face looked very unsure, and just to make her feel better, she squeezed her hand gently and smiled. If they had just embarrassed themselves, then at least neither of them were alone . . .

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( OOC :: HERE WE GO . . . )​

( DAY :: 45 - 2/3 ) • ( JANUARY 13, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: ANTILUM )​

( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: NERVOUS . . . )​

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Poo, no one wanted to do her blood sacrifice idea! She frowned in disappointment and almost slumped back into a chair as she put her Swiss pocket knife back in its place under her dress.

She had never really cared much for the 'no romance' rule, mainly because she didn't have time for that kind of stuff! But since everyone else was older than her, they'd probably want to change it. She didn't really care either way!

She was nervous about summoning Crestatia? What if she died and never existed again? Marina said it was no fun at all, and Vanille didn't want that . . . Her life was on the line on a daily basis, but what about her existence? Even if she died, she still existed somehow, didn't she? Maybe it would have been better not to volunteer.

But by the time she had come to this conclusion, Marina was already stepping on the table and then motioning for her to come, too. She swallowed her fear forcefully, took off her own Converse and then hopped onto the table with ease, looking above her and remembering when she had climbed up that vent. Would she have to do that again?

Her legs went criss-crossed and she was sitting in front of Marina as everyone else watched. Marina seemed to know more about this stuff than she did, so it would probably be a better idea to let her guide and lead things. She pulled out her knife again, just in case and then sat it next to her.

❝U - Uhm . . . What now?❞

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : EVERYONE • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : FORTUNE TELLER NEVER LIES !! ]​

[ DAY : 45 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 13, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : ANTILUM ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : HMM. ]​

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A new rule, huh? Everyone seemed to be wanting to get rid of 'no romance'. Haha. He guessed he could see why, when he looked from person to person. What kind of rule could they trade?

Hmm . . . No lying? Hah. That'd make the game completely impossible. Goddamn, it was hard to come up with a rule that would effect their every day lives. He couldn't think of anything and it was frustrating. Maybe it was a bad idea, then. Would trading no romance for no bargains be worth it? He seriously doubted it.

His eyes trailed over everyone else's faces. What did they think?

Say they did offer the exchange up. Who was to say the demoness would really take it? And if she did, what then? He doubted she'd let them telling her what they wanted fly - and Madeline voiced his thoughts. She was right. They were just humans, and if Crestatia wanted, she could kill all of them and have a game winner right then and there.

They would have to convince her that she wanted something, make her think that what they had in return was good enough for her acceptance. Whatever it was, they had to talk it up like never before. Or, they could just offer, and let her have her merry way. He figured half of them were going to die tonight. To trade no romance for something else was something . . . All of these rules humored Crestatia, that's why they were their in the first place.

" If Crestatia gets to choose what she wants, I think it'll result in some of our lives. " he replied, loosening his necktie and shirking off his jacket, " So, should we get on up to offering this thing, or are we just gonna sit her and speculate all night? "

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{ OOC : HMMMMMMMM. }​

{ DAY : 45 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 13, 2013 } • { LOCATION : ANTILUM }​

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

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Upon Theodore's suggestion, Kallisti turned around and looked at him, then to Harley, then finally to Madeline.

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Changing the rules? It had never crossed her mind. Would it be something that Crestatia would agree to? It seemed something rather . . . large to be ordering. What would she want in exchange? One of their lives? Kallisti couldn't trail from that. Someone was going to die tonight, she felt it.​

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The tension in the room was insane and her dress was starting to feel a little too warm . . . Changing the rule of no romance . . . She liked that thought, and for selfish reasons. Hah. It would definitely give her an incentive for - . . . for something. She placed a hand on her own bare shoulder, her arm crossing her chest. Bargaining to change a rule . . . Why wouldn't it would? It certainly wouldn't hurt to try.​

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There was that question again . . . " What exactly do you think Crestatia would want in exchanged for something so . . . major? " she asked the rest and then moved back to the conference table, " Madeline says no blood sacrifices, but would she really want something of material value? " She motioned to her no-doubt-expensive necklace, " Or would she want one of us? Haha, I doubt that this would just be let deal-free . . . "​

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

{ OOC : SIGH }​

{ DAY : 45 - 2/3 } • { JANUARY 13, 2013 } • { LOCATION : ANTILUM }​

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

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Kallisti ignored Harley, she ignored Vanille, John, Theodore, Marina, Thomas, and most of all, she ignored Madeline. Why the hell was she even here? To summon a demon? She had planned that just days ago, except it had fallen through when she fell ill due to the weather and some sort of nausea.

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Vanille had ignored the 'no blood sacrifices' from Madeline. What could they offer Crestatia? A life? Monetary items? Good god, these people . . . She rolled her eyes and stood from her chair, moving to one of the windows and staring out of it. What could a demon possibly want? There were few answers to that question.​

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She didn't want to be here, not in the slightest. Goddamn that Harley . . . She loathed him for this, and loathed Thomas for being alive, and loathed Madeline for being here . . . She despised everyone. It was tempting to bring her bow - she could have killed someone and maybe then, and only then Crestatia would have come.​

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She looked over her shoulders at the others trying to think of what to give, and then her hand went to her necklace. Extremely expensive, it had appeared on her desk in her dorm around Christmas, and she had no idea who it was from. It was extremely beautiful, though.​

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She sighed and calmed herself down. This was not a place to be letting herself be riled up - or at least . . . not a place to show her riled nature. What were they to do? What were they go give? She was annoyed that, despite the things that had happened over the last weeks, she gathered no information.​

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( OOC :: AAAAAAH )​

( DAY :: 45 - 2/3 ) • ( JANUARY 13, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: ANTILUM )​

( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: NERVOUS!! )​

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Vanille reached under her dressed and grabbed her Swiss knife, flicking it open with ease, and really almost tempted to log it into the table, just for the cool effect! . . . Theo probably wouldn't have liked that much.

Marina said she was going to summon, too, but the question was . . . how did they do it? Maybe if she drew blood from her hand . . . Well, that was what she had intended to do.

❝If no one has any ideas on how to summon, I'm just gonna cut myself and draw blood, then chant some pretty words, and we'll see what happens!❞

It seemed a little . . . crazy, but she didn't know what else to do! It's not like she was a pro at summoning demons or anything . . . She looked over at Harley and Quin. Quin was looking pretty upset, but over something else, and Harley was looking at her with concern. She just smiled at him.

❝Well?❞

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[ T U M B L R • CURRENTLY OBSERVING : EVERYONE • L A T E S T ]​

[ OOC : HEADACHE!! ]​

[ DAY : 45 - 2/3 ] • [ JANUARY 13, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : ANTILUM ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : HUH. ]​

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Kallisti stilled up beside him when John announced that Eleanora was dead. The girl that had supposedly been the vessel of Analynne, who Harley summoned from her by accident. She was dead now. Huh. That sucked.

He looked at his cousins. She had become . . . a lot of things, recently, but heartless was not one of them - or so he'd like to think. She hadn't even wanted to come, but he dragged her along despite her protests.

Others were talking, but Harley focused on Vanille; could she pull of a summoning? He was afraid not, she was such a kid sometimes, and what if Crestatia killed her? He tried not to care, but the damn kid had been hanging around him so much recently that he was growing to. Ugh. Feelings. He was becoming the more empathetic of he and Kallisti, and it was a little scary.

" I don't like this. " she said next to him in a low tone. " Why did you have to make me come? " she said digging her nails into his thigh under the table. He didn't blink an eye. She was heavily watching Madeline, Thomas, and John. She was growing to resent the three of them lately, but Harley didn't care.

" You're here now, might as well not complain. "

" That's easy for you to tell me. " she snapped quietly.

He sighed again. " Well, " he called out, " Are we going to get a move on, now? "

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( DAY :: 45 - 2/3 ) • ( JANUARY 13, 2013 ) • ( LOCATION :: ANTILUM )​

( YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATE ) • ( MOOD :: NERVOUS )​

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Vanille listened intently to the back and forth of Madeline and John. They were a pretty weird couple, and she thought that they would look mighty cute together! Quin probably wouldn't like that at all - not that she liked much these days.

She sighed and played with the frills on her dress, trying to find something to say. Everything that could be said was already on the table! All this talk of sacrificing and summoning was here, but no one was going to do it, it felt like. Well, it was time to get a move on.

❝Well, why don't we try and summon her, now?❞ she suggested loudly over the other two, hopping out of her chair, ❝The worst that could happen is that one of us could die ~ ❞ That was true enough, and it scared her a little - she didn't want to be the one to die, and she didn't want any of the others to die, too. Not really, anyway.

It seemed no one heard the suggestion until Theodore voiced it. She looked around the room, and then looked down at her shoes. Well, if she was going to die, it might as well be from a summoning, right?

❝I'll do it.❞ she said boldly.

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