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[AbstractTraitorHero]

He fake whispers. _{"I don't think Christina would want to hear it."}

Oliver sighs and shakes her head
So if she dosent want to hear it who cares.

[Adragis]

"If you want to throw me down a staircase, get on with it. I haven't got all day."

[SOLDIER First]

"I wasn't talking about murder. I was talking about..."
He motions for the two girls to come closer.

[Adragis]

Christina, not really one to completely alienate herself completely, edges forward.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"If you want to throw me down a staircase, get on with it. I haven't got all day."

I'm not the kind of person who would hurt someone without a good reason.

"I wasn't talking about murder. I was talking about..."
He motions for the two girls to come closer.

Oliver is now really close.

[SOLDIER First]

_"Mating.
But I was joking."

[Adragis]

Christina smirks, then bursts out laughing.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

_"Mating.
But I was joking."

Oliver Snickers heavily and smiles and in a sarcastic voice.
Really now Emmett how Horrible!

[SOLDIER First]

"I know, I know, but I'm already going to hell.

[Adragis]

"For that horrible display of sickmindedness alone I forgive you for being reckless and unneccesarily sleepy."

[SOLDIER First]

"I try."

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"I try."

You sure do.

[Akroma]

"The reports vary, but bread and meat seem prevalent indeed."


Meanwhile, Elise finds the clubroom empty. Finding solace in isolation, the creeping darkness and the ever approaching cyclopean walls hold not terror, but therapy.

[Kansa]

Elise let out a relieved sigh, it was quiet here and at least she wouldn't have to be around other people. She cast her gaze around the room seeing if Morgana might have left any books behind.

[Akroma]

Unseen and unheared, Elise takes the opportunity as it presented itself. Scrounging through forbidden belongings, her curiosity unchained by the restraints of reticence, she was looking for...what exactly? Was it secrets? Power? It was the former that caught Elises eye. Not magic spells, not rituals - but a diary. Morganas most confidential, most sensitive secrets. But at what price?