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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:10 pm
The slimer lay motionless on his side. His head lay beneath on arm, while the other was held close to him, with the palm flat on the floor. His legs were bent close to him. He pulled his body closer to him. He wasn’t cold; he was rarely bothered by environmental conditions being a ghost and all. He felt a little sick. He felt small. He felt lost. He felt that the world had moved so much that it had left him behind to watch it all burn.
He was glancing at the pool through the near-invisible floor. He watched the little ripples caused by the small movement of the pool’s machinery. His eyes moved to the small opening on the walls, and the drain at the bottom of the pool. He never really thought about how it worked, but if he wanted to. As a slimer, he could slither to them to check them out. But he didn’t care for it too much.
He smiled, but it disappeared. The pool could only wash and carry his thoughts away for so long. There were still voices, and the memories of what had just happened still ringing in his ears. They were fresh. He could smell the smoke and the fire. He could taste it, stinging like a nine-volt battery. He could feel the heat, and then the lung-sucking chill of death.
The slimer shuddered. He feared his own death, and witnessed it to four clans. He had some so close to joining them, yet he survived. He felt a little selfish. He could have tried to save all those faces. He could have still learned so much from the elders, and watched the youth grow and flourish. But they were gone, and he couldn’t do anything.
His hand clenched into a fist. It slammed. It slammed a few more times. He struck the floor a few times; as if he was able to break through. It hurt, but it was all the same. He was in pain. The ghost had never felt so helpless.
His fist struck the floor again.
Why me? Why did I live? My life isn’t as precious as theirs? Why me?
The voices in his head were faint. His voice was louder. He was thumbing through the memories, pulling out every possible reason on why he should be alive. He questioned his purpose. He questioned the clans. He questioned the presence of the hunters. He questioned the bogeymen. He questioned the school.
Whose fault is this? Is it mine? It can’t be? Right? This isn’t right. Nothing is right.
The ghost was lost, and it was physically apparent, as he slowly sunk into the floor by a centimeter or two.
He was solid again as he rolled to his back. His hand hurt. It was painful to open his hand; each finger took a minute to open. Even the pain angered him. It was a reminder that he was alive when many others would never feel it again.
Life is suffering.
El Greco got up to his feet and stared at the Horsemen, and what remains of them. He tried looking into their eyes. He knew that he couldn’t understand what they’ve lost. He knew he couldn’t understand what they feel. He felt lucky that he lost all the memories of his life before, but these boils and ghouls were going to live with it.
The ghost could only stare at them. They’ve lost their homes, many of their families and their friends, and all they’ve got is each other. They were strong and proud, and now they’ve been weakened and their numbers reaped to just a handful.
Someone has to pay for this? But who?
There were just questions to questions, but no answers. It made him sick. If he had a working stomach, he would have vomited. He wanted to expel the feeling from his body. He wanted to drive a knife into himself just he could cut it out. He didn’t want to hurt anymore.
His body had become transparent, revealing the bones beneath his flesh. He wanted to disappear. The ghost took a few steps backwards. He stepped away from the horsemen. He took a couple more. He wanted to be left alone. He didn’t want to do anything with the students. A few more steps, he was at the edge of the crowd.
He wanted to be with the pain, and with this anger. He looked down at his hand. The fingers were bent. It hurt too much to open any farther, and it was painful to close it back down. His fingers were lost, and either way they went would be pain.
Only then, did a tear come and roll down his cheek.
From everything that had happened, he understood something to its full extent, he knew pain. Now, he embraced it. He took a few more steps away from the group and turned to walk away from school, staring at his hand.
I will make them understand...
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 12:05 am
The Lost Clan. As she listened to Medea speak, she felt her heart squeeze in pain and sympathy for the horsemen. It had taken them centuries to build and develop their homes, their cultures, their history, and yet seemingly only seconds to destroy all this. If something like that ever happened to Halloween...
No. No, she didn't want to think about that.
In Xiu's opinion, the Clan's will to go on despite this disaster was incredibly admirable. It was obvious that they were not the types to simply sit around and mope, but even so, there was no doubt that this journey would not be an easy or painless one. While they could slowly rebuild their homes, they could not bring back all the clansmen who had died. The memory of the phoenix sent a shiver up her spine, and she was quick to force the image out of her head.
So this was it, for now. The Lost Clan would live on the reserve here for the time being. The least they, as Halloween citizens, could do was try to help them during this time. It was funny--Xiu's opinion of the horsemen had flipped-flopped throughout the whole trip, but now...now her opinion seemed irrelevant. Whether they were "good" or "bad"--or whether such things even existed--didn't matter right now.
Despite the fact that they were finally home, Xiu didn't feel like rejoicing.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 12:09 am
She wanted to go back to sleep. Waking up meant having to deal with things, things she knew she still didn’t want to try and process. Awaken they did though, and like her fellow students, the reaper was groggy.
The ghoul shuffled after everyone into the forest, and was unusually solemn and quiet as words were spoken and intentions were revealed, and the reality of the situation sunk in further. It was the closing of a chapter and the start of a new, and not in a good way either, but because they had to. Hel admired that resolve. Even after having their homes ripped out from under them completely, they were still thinking, still moving forward…she needed to be like that…or keep being like that…or think more like that…how about…never stop thinking like that. With the final words, they were dismissed.
All paths lead to the same end.
Hel…wasn’t sure what to think of that. She wasn’t sure if she agreed with it, but she was sure if she could disagree either. Her mind couldn’t help but supply that all paths must end in annihilation, but that wasn’t optimistic at all. She had no energy to be optimistic at the moment. No. She just wanted more sleep. More sleep and…to see someone. Once they were released, Hel looked back at the horsemen one last time for the day before she ambled her way back to the reaper dorms.
((Exit))
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 12:17 am
Aisa would have recognized that voice, even in the darkest illusions of insanity. Even if insanity broke the heir of Death down, chained her and locked her within the fermenting madness, she would have submitted to that voice.
Aisa stepped forward, towards her leader.
It was with the utmost regrets, that the other three leaders were lost within the deliberate attack. But it was with the utmost gratitude, towards the fact that Death had been relieved of the same fate. Although, Aisa suspected that the avoidance was not merely coincidental, as she had been taught, nothing happened in such a random and sequential manner. Death always had a purpose in every action he took. What purpose this was, Aisa did not know. It was also not of priority to her, because Death was alive.
Aisa stared, piercing forward with her gaze, her thoughts following and hanging on Death's every word. They would rebuild and create a new home. In a way, it settle Aisa's ruffled feathers, as Amityville wasn't her home. But with the surviving members of her clan, and as Connie stated, it could be.
Now, Death declared, it would be.
Aisa was not yet prepared for the role, as protector of the Lost Clan but she would one day grow to be. Perhaps, she could one day, acquire a little bit of wisdom that Death and Medea seemed to hold in infinity.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 12:51 am
Lailah, having come to know the clan for a short time was grieved by what happened. But her grief did not begin to approach the suffering, anguish, and torment of what the others has felt. She couldn't even begin to imagine how they felt.
She shifted her gaze from the floor to Xiu-- The desolate expression on her face nearly broke her heart.Hesitantly, Lailah reached a hand out Xiu. Reaching forward, her fingers brushed against the other girl's hair softly. No. At the slight contact, she hesitantly pulled her hand to tuck it behind her back instead.
It was not her place.
She stared down at her hand, with a mixture of wonder and regret. "I.." Lailah stepped back from the situation, feeling very much like the outsider she was. Regardless of how she felt, the issue of the four clans.. no, the lost clans was not her concern. Or so she repeatedly convinced herself.
She had no right.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 2:10 am
What had happened had indeed been horrific, it had indeed been terrible. But, not - for some reason the Incubus couldn't place - undeserved. Something much larger than Amityville had been going on, he was sure of it. Something much grander than a simple school visit. The reapers in white coats had been involved in ways he didn't understand, but in their eyes had been justified. The one he'd spoken to hadn't seemed a barbaric creature.
There were times Zar loathed being a student, a mere child. The world felt large and out of scope. And it changed without him.
So now it seemed there'd be horsemen permitted into their lands to stay.
A sadistic part of him wished they'd be made to do some sort of horrific little trial to assess their worthiness.
They swore to aid Amityville now, but faced with no other option. No other choice in the matter. He was surprised to find he felt no sympathy for them.
He had little patience for those who caused him pain, and he would find it a long time before his wings recovered. He said nothing as he stood, a tall dark figure to the side of the ceremony.
He wrote in his notebook.
Summary of learning at Horseman isle - Amityville is cursed. Possibly me too.
He went home. Perhaps there'd be another few weeks without maimings.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 2:31 am
It could have been three days and Mea would still have been tired when she woke up the next morning. Rubbing at her eyes she managed a yawn and sat up amongst a pile of friendly faces. Tears nearly sprung to her eyes and she smiled gently upon staring at them. They'd all survived and were safe. That was important to the rabbit, more important than most things. Stiffly she moved from her warm place and held her head with one hand. It throbbed hard and she winced under the pressure. "I got hit a little harder than I thought." She whispered with a glance towards Dev, a soft smile on her face.
There was no time for words while she along with her growing band of friends were shuffled in for a "ceremony" of sorts. All the students seemed shell-shocked and quiet for the most part while they sat under the words the the horseman. Mea grabbed hold of her ears and frowned as they spoke. Despite the happiness of the new arrangement, the fact that such a disaster had happened at all made the young mouryou feel hollow and empty.
Lost Clan. There was a somber feel to their new name, but it was perhaps that unity in such sorrow that would drive them to move onward and grow. Deep inside the rabbit hoped that to be true and wished them the best of everything. Truly they needed anything they could get now. She hoped even more than any she had come into contact to survived, but there would be no way to know for sure. Even if so, none of them were going to be the same again.
She would never be the same again either.
The rest of the speech seemed to go on and she remained still, only occasionally grabbing a hold of an ear to pull at nervously. "...the same end." She mimicked after Medea had finished. Now it was the really hard part of the day.
Turning to her group of friends there was a pause until she finally met their eyes with her own. Words didn't pass between them and she felt herself embrace with Olivia, Faustus and Amarus first, to which she held on tightly, as tight as she could before letting go. All that was apparent on her face was a smile, she would not bring them down with tears now. Rather, she exchanged numbers with those who had them and settled into a sense of melancholy.
Truly some of her happiest memories had been in the last few weeks, save for the terrible ending to it all. She would still cherish what she could. Turning to Fallow and Dev she made another embrace and compacted tightly against them. Tears were on the brink but she held them back as she took in their scents for the last time and moved back. "Please, keep in contact." She mumbled, bouncing ever so slightly. "All of you!" She said louder, back towards the others as well.
"And if you don't keep in touch I'll find you." She said with a grin while poking her nose. To say the actual word "goodbye" was too malicious so she refused it, only giving a toothy smile back. "We'll do this again, I'm sure!" The rabbit said with as much excitement as her bruised and battered body could muster. The happiness to keep her going was only in those memories of them, and the hope of much more to come.
With a final wave she blew them a kiss and winked. She was going home with her life and something just as precious - friendship.
Face your demons Sappy but true~ fufufufu <3
xoxomenai Had a great time with you guys!
chirigami We'll have to roleplay more when our quests are fulfilled for sure! <3 <3
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 3:40 am
Now it was all officially over. The Clans (or what was left of the Clans) were taken care of by Halloween authorities and settled in the Halloween town. Wylfenne remembered how once they felt suspicious about the Horsemen and even entertained the possibility they would have to fight them, but now that was over, too. The fae felt pity and remorse, and somewhere deep in the heart - weird disbelief.
Wylfenne found, that even if they had not found their answers, they still had come to a sort of peace with everything that had happened. Even their mistakes had no weight anymore. They were given an explication , and in the end it was all that mattered. The whole adventure felt like a dream now, and as every dream, it was inevitably going to fade. Wylfenne thought that by the time they got home, their story would acquire that surreal touch of make-belief, and everyone would blame it on their wild imagination. News never travel fast, so most probably their kinsmen won't know about the fall of the Horsemen isles - and when they find out, it would be too late to repeat Wylfenne's story.
Their mind travelled back to the time they spent on the Isles. They had gone a long way from initial distrust to the sense of kinship on the battlefield when it was hard to remember they were not of one people. Now this feeling of belonging also had to go. The fae felt the fog of voices rising in their head. It must have been the dread of the place, the lightless sky on the isle where they had watched the tragedy, that now they felt so miserable. Instead of feeling joy to go back home, they felt dread and longing to go back. They wondered slowly if they ever see the Clansmen. Suddenly one face resurged in their memory. That Conquest attendant who played Kumiko with them. He said he would miss them. Did he go, too? Did he remember them in the last moments of his life? They wanted to switch back in time, to tell him, they were going to remember him - or else, was it all purposeless?
No, of course, he wouldn't have survived. Even of the leaders of the Clans, only the Death had survived - and wasn't it somehow ironic, as Death is immortal by nature, and it is the only fear that neither the humanity nor the monstrous realm would be ever able to overcome.
What would they tell their Elders? They had failed their mission in acquiring new allies - and still, it all turned out so wretchedly wrong that it couldn't be blamed on them. They wondered if they ever returned to Amityville - and if they wanted to.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 4:19 am
Everything was a blur. They'd made it back, fought a giant bird and now there were Bogeymen waiting for them. Great. Holly looked sadly at the statue that was once Riley. Then rose a brow at the mention of quarantine. What was going on here? She could barely walk once they made them start to move. The ghoul never knew she could feel this tired. As she walked colors blurred more together and there were voices. Were those the other students, or something else? It sounded like much more voices than the present students.
As soon as they made it to the Gym, she passed out on the floor.
Then she woke up sometime later and defiantly knew where she was. Good, familiarity was good. Holly laid there and listened. So the Clans were to live here now? It was the least Halloween could do really. They were now once Clan now though. A small shiver went up her back as she realized Death was talking.
He wanted them to remember this, all of their time they spent visiting the Clans. Halloween never forgets.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 4:21 am
Kettil had awoken but still no familiar at his side. He felt rested but still tired which was odd but at least things were settling down within his headspace making it easier for him to focus and think about something else outside of what the Hell was happening and why he was feeling this way - not that it was that much of a mystery.
He'd respectfully listened to the Horseman and as things went along he felt a profound sense of empathy for them though he couldn't place why or how. He'd never lost his home or anything of the sort as far as he could recall. Perhaps it was just the continued aftershock over what had happened - perhaps he had just 'gone native' for a moment or two just by living and learning along side these people.
Maybe he'd just been away from his home and dorm for too, too long. This sort of thing could have easily happened here if things were set right.
Once things seemed finished he kind of stood there quietly his lips set in a thin line, he got out his eyephone. Then sent a text. pinchmonster Text to Lark: Finally made it back...Will be @ your door soon. Don't want to be alone right now...
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 4:42 am
Nadia watched with solemnity as four Clans were lost and a new Clan arose. She felt... Privileged. She was one of the few who had witnessed the Four Clans in all their glory, and their abrupt fall. She was at peace with herself, finally, all her emotions dealt with, all her fears conquered(With much help from her previous Classes). A dull happiness filled her. The terrible battles were over. Everything, as much as it could be, was secure. In fact, the only thing Nadia did not know was how to face her old school again. How would she look at her former classmates after what she had seen and fought? What would she tell them? How could she possibly explain to her beloved siblings what happened?
Nadia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could deal with these questions. After what she had been through, she could face anything.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 4:54 am
Lucien had woken up a bit in a daze but strangely comfortable for having just fallen asleep in the middle of some place. Notably he could tell it was the gymnasium now, a bit more lucidly than when he first arrived. It was strange and at first he didn't understand why after everything that had happened that he had slept so peacefully but soon it made sense. His eyes opened wide and his body began to realize the situation: Israfel was holding him. They had slept together. It a smoothie of mixed feelings and emotions but on top of it all it definitely felt nice, warm, and right. Cheeks flushed with a light red tint, Lucien simply smiled at Israfel, enjoying the view as Israfel laid there silently and contently.
He was content to just lay there, his eyes falling from Israfel to all the students around them. How long had they been there? Things seemed different. It felt more quiet than he remembered it, more dreary than he remembered it. He missed the beautiful skies from The Four Clans' land, a sight the air spirit would never forget. It may have been peaceful here but Lucien could remember the Four Clans, he could remember the beautiful skies that had stolen his attention like a flock of seagulls. Would they miss them like missed them? Lucien didn't think anyone would miss the skies like he did but he couldn't replicated the feeling he was certain the Four Clans would be having over the lost of their home.
Would it be their home now? Lucien could hear someone talking to Medea in the background. It didn't seem like they would ever be going back and that they would now be staying here in Halloween. The Bogeyman didn't seem as happy about the Four Clans remaining here as Lucien did, but they also didn't share the same experiences as Lucien did. They didn't get to see the marvelous world, or their culture. They didn't get to see the Four Clans as anything but... dangerous? That's how it seemed like it was, even insisting on them being watched as if watching as their home was destroyed wasn't bad enough.
Lucien was familiar with how Medea handled things a bit, having taken a deep journey of self with her, but hearing her insist that the students come with them for a ceremony caused both a smile and a hint of remembrance on his part. Memories from the time he was in her class, memories of everything that had happened. Although Lucien remained uncomfortable at the idea of a ceremony, he followed without hesitation. Medea had never done wrong to him and it was clear that she appreciated them and all that they had ended up doing for the survivors of the Four Clans.
Lucien's hand was bound around Israfel's, the air spirit definitely keen on not losing his precious bird again. If he could never let this hand go, Lucien would live a very happy life. Vivid memories flooded Lucien's mind as he walked, a smile lingering on his face as his hand curled around Israfel's a bit tighter for a moment. He wouldn't lose Israfel like the Four Clans had lost their home. He would hold on tight to this person, this feeling. If home was where the heart was, for Lucien to lose Israfel would be equivalent to losing his home. He couldn't even imagine the thought.
Lucien was left to his thoughts for a moment, or several, as silence flooded around them. The silence broke like such a flash flood, an immense reality shock hitting Lucien as the new information was delivered to them. They were no longer going to be The Four Clans, and instead they were going to be The Lost Clan? The seemed... so sad. Although they often say it is good to remember where you came from, to remember that you lost your friends, family and home in one foul moment... seemed really sad. It was a tribute in a way, to say that although this all happened and everything was lost that they were going to continue on but Lucien definitely frowned.
They wouldn't be four different clans anymore but one whole entity. In a way, it seemed to brighten the situation a bit. They had all suffered and lost so much but together they would stand tall again. It was a goal that Lucien was more than willing to help them with, and to do so Lucien tried his best to be an attentive member of their ceremony until the very end.
The ceremony had been interesting, and definitely a memorable and important event in the history of the new Lost Clan's future. Lucien was proud to be there at this moment and when silence filled the area when it finally done and over with, one thing remained the same: Lucien kept hold of what he held most dear, the lesson more important than ever.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 5:21 am
What? Where? The dragon stirred, raising his head to look around the room, not quite sure for a moment of where he was. He had never felt so tired, so exhausted both physically and mentally. His head hurt, his thoughts were blurry, clouded, still lost in the haze of sleep, as if he had been asleep for years. Why did he feel so awful? He blinked several times to wash the clouds of sleep from his eyes. The first thing he noticed was Tess at his side, a realization that brought a soft smile to his face as he curled around her in a gentle embrace. A moment later came the rush of memories of all that had happened. The islands, horsemen, hunters, destruction, the phoenix, Ammityville,..the gymnasium. They were back at Ammityville, sleeping in the gym because--the sound of voices broke into his thoughts. What was going on? He turned his head, searching until he found them, boogeymen, they were talking to one of the horsewomen. He remembered her, she was a priestess of the death clan, he thought that was right. What were they talking about? Something about...a reserve? Sheridan wasn't convinced he wanted to follow the horsemen anywhere, even if it was to a 'ceremony', but it was at least a more appealing idea than staying in the gym. So he had followed silently, keeping toward the back of the group (though always making sure Tess was with him), giving her a reassuring nudge. The air around them was somber, sullen, full of sorrow. And though he distrusted the horsemen as much now as he ever had, he would have never wished such a fate as they had suffered on them. He was silent as the clansman spoke, listening to the words through his suspicion. The horsemen would be staying in halloween now, on a reserve, he was not sure how he felt about that. Certainly they could not be left without a home, or at least a place to live, he could not begrudge them that even if it was within halloween itself. And yet he remained distrustful, still certain that they were hiding something, that they were dangerous. And then he was lost in his own thoughts, of all that he had seen and experienced. He did not regret his journey to the lands of the four clans, he had learned much, seen much he could not have anywhere else. It was tragic, heart-wrenching to know of what had happened there, of all that was lost. And despite his feelings toward the clans, he felt sorrow at the loss. But now he was glad to be home, this home that they had protected, this home where his friends were, this world that held all he loved and cared for. Perhaps the priestess was right, perhaps all paths did lead to the same end. Or maybe there was no path and no end, but only the journey, a journey always in motion, ever shifting, changing with each choice they made and every person that they met. He was more inclined toward the latter. There was no mystical end, nothing was set in stone, there was no such thing as fate, the future was neither static nor absolute. And just as every star that fell brought new life, every supposed end was really a beginning, another step on the journey through the never ending flow of time. He shook his head, thoughts of the future, as well as thoughts of the past, were for another time. Now was the time for thoughts of the present and spending that present with those he cared for.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 5:23 am
Ulmuka had done an adequate job of staying in a haze. He'd slept until they were filtered into the gymnasium and inevitably forced back into their humanoid bodies. The strix was not unfeeling or unsympathetic to the horsemen's plight but even through the ceremonies all he could think of a was sleep and good a meal.
Detached was a nicer word than unfeeling anyway.
Perhaps it would hit him in a few days. Already the subtle whispering that rose up in his mind every now and then was distracting, but they'd had it explained to them and no one was unaffected. When finally allowed to go he simply followed the line of eager students wanting to return to their rooms. Back within skellphone range he felt it buzzing endlessly in his belongings.
Ignore.
As soon as he was able the strix took flight, straight to the tower of the monster dorms where he planned on sleeping for a while.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 6:08 am
It was too much. It was all too much. When they were all suddenly back in the familiar forest, Deacon stumbled on his feet and clutched his head with a muffled noise. He choked back what had attempted to be a sob, gulping air as he tried to block out the voices. The disorienting visions, he could only assume meant he was getting worse.
If only the voices were destined to vanish for him, too. Alas, when the temporary Insanity faded for the others, his would still be there. Still eating away at his mind. Still spreading visibly over his body. Spreading until he couldn't hide it anymore.
Was he going to end up like Riley was, now?
As he, within the throng of students and former clan citizens, was ushered toward the school he tried to quell his emotions. He couldn't let them see... Couldn't let them know that he was one of them, too. What if they required some sort of examination? To be sure that they were all 'safe' to leave quarantine? What would happen to him, then?
He hadn't witnessed what had become of Malodore as the bogeymen took Riley, and that was probably for the best. It certainly wouldn't have helped him keep from tumbling the rest of the way over the edge of panic.
Self consciously, while trying to hide his own movements, Deacon tugged and the sleeves of his shirt to make sure that they couldn't come down any more. He found himself obsessively checking any exposed part of himself to be absolutely certain that no gray was peeking out.
When they reached the gymnasium, despite the last thing on Deacon's mind being sleep... It took him just as he found a spot off on his own to settle down on the floor.
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When Deacon awoke, it was not with the usual start that he was used to as of late. He was still groggy, slow moving and he felt like he might throw up. He dared not stand until the nausea subsided. In the back of his mind, at least for the very moment, the voices lingered. They were quieter for the time, as though allowing him a small reprieve. He knew, however, that it would be all too brief.
He didn't want to follow the other students outside to wherever they were all being ushered. He was only vaguely aware of who they were following and where they were going. To the forest, again, or at least nearby.
He was silent for the ceremony, although not so much out of respect than due to the fact that he was lost in his thoughts. Thoughts of what Riley had told him on the isle of Conquest. She had learned that the Insanity was taking him, too. Now, she was gone. Whatever help she might have been able to offer him was gone, too. If someone like Riley hadn't been able to stop it, how in Halloween could he ever accomplish it?
When everyone began to disperse, Deacon wandered off in the direction of the demon dorms. He'd never in his life felt as alone as he did now.
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