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Euphoric Ghost rolled 4 100-sided dice:
55, 65, 16, 22
Total: 158 (4-400)
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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 6:54 pm
Quote: 1-10: So, what can you tell me about yourself? 11-20: What do you think of the trials so far? Are they dangerous? 21-30: What was the hardest moment for you to overcome during the last Trials? 31-40: How much do you really know about the Four Clans? 41-50: Someone is saying that the winning groups unfairly cheated. What do you think about this? 51- 60: Do you think you have learned anything important from the Trials? 61-70: We heard a student dissipated during the last Trials. Are you scared for the next ones? 71-80: If you were the winning group, what is the first thing you'd request to the Four Clans? 81-90: Why do you think your school deserves to participate in the Trials? 91-100: I've heard rumours that the Heirs of the Four Clans reside in Amityville? Is this true? What are they like?
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:23 pm
The slimer was ghosting.
He hid himself from the crowd that had barricaded the academy, and had begun barraging the students; those who participated in the trials or not. Thankfully, the slimer shaped shifted himself a coat and hat, to hide his face and form from the rest. He skirted along the edges of the crowd as he searched for familiar faces.
He was wondering where his team had gone to, hoping to catch up to some of them, perhaps get to know them more. Though, there was a part of him that wanted to avoid one of his teammates, Circe, who had seemed to have gotten pretty close to him. He was uneasy to her approaches and wasn’t sure how to respond. He did answer in return. The only good thing the kraken brought to the team was that it disrupted the budding romance.
He shuddered at the thought, and felt more reclusive, but the isolation wasn’t going to last.
Several hands pulled him into the crowd. He floated in, being consumed by the masses, and blinded by the lights of cameras, and deafened by questions.
A question stood out from the rest, “Do you think you have learned anything important from the Trials?”
The slimer’s face lost its color, and became transparent. The lights from the camera shone through his slime, revealing the black bones beneath them.
“What I learned?” The slimer questioningly answered. “I’m not sure.”
It was succinct.
There was silence.
It was then a followed by a few murmurs in the crowd. The ghost felt the pressure that they wanted more. He literally felt them pack closer.
“I learned,” the slimer broke through the murmurs, “I learned that everyone in the games have equal footing. That this trial is for anyone to take, even though there are already winners from the previous trials, it does not mean they’ll win the rest of the games.”
He smiled. He had lied through those teeth. He wasn’t really sure what he learned; maybe except that one of his teammates has gotten much closer than he wanted.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:43 pm
The slimer tried to slip through the group of reporters who were basically harassing him, but he didn’t want to do anything abrupt and aggressive to make him seem like a bad student. He was in the eyes of the public right now, and they were also listening. He didn’t want to give the academy a bad name.
A few more questions were thrown at him. It seemed like they had enjoyed his answer, and wanted to squeeze more out of him; almost literally.
Again, another stood out, “We heard a student dissipated during the last Trials. Are you scared for the next ones?”
Dissipated. Someone would have surely told the rest of the students that it had happened. It sounded like a very serious matter, though; the slimer wasn’t really sure what the term meant. But disappearing was never a good sign.
“Dissipated, how?” The ghost asked. “I’m not calling your source unreliable, but if a student would have dissipated, as you say, from the trials, then the rest of the students would have been informed of such an occurrence. As for being afraid, my team and I have gone far, and fear will not stop us now.”
Surely, the academy would have told them about it right?
Again, he felt uneasy.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 8:42 pm
It didn’t take too long for another barrage of questions to come. His eyes had adjusted at this time. Now he could see outline of the faces around him. They weren’t pretty; they were wonderful, he thought. He had been surrounded by youthful faces for so long, that he hadn’t noticed these elderly ones. He wanted to paint or take a picture of them.
A question broke the trance that was over him, “What do you think of the trials so far? Are they dangerous?”
“Oh.” The ghost wasn’t ready, and took a minute to compose himself and continue.
“The trial was a challenge, perhaps truly worthy to come from the clans. The trials were truly to test the strengths of individuals and their team members. It also showed our weaknesses. We, the students of this academy, are not perfect, we are students. We are just marble waiting to be cut into sculptures. We are empty canvases that still need to find a perfect picture and a great frame. Hopefully, these trials are to shape us into better citizens of this world.”
He smiled. He amazed even himself at his little speech. He felt that all the reading he had been does help a little, besides explaining painting techniques and documenting art history.
“As I’ve mentioned before, the trials are what they are, challenges. Yes, some students may get hurt, but the school will surely warn its students if any of us are in danger.”
Lights flashed from cameras, and the slimer was just soaking in all the attention.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 9:03 pm
The slimer felt confident that nothing was going to stop him now. He loved all this attention and he found that he had a way with words. He could answer anything, until now.
“What was the hardest moment for you to overcome during the last Trials?”
Again, he froze. Though this time, the moment felt so long as his mind ran through the events of what had happened in the trial; most of them involved with the little encounter he had with Circe. It struck him at his core. The trial wasn’t difficult, but that moment was the hardest.
He ran. The slimer slipped through the crowd in his humanoid formless self, leaving some ectoplasm around him. He ran because he hasn’t gotten over the hardest moment in the last Trial.
((Word Count 951))
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