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~ [i]Confrontation[/i] ~[/center]

Daimyon was only just replying as Faith took her seat, discussing something or another about Marianne's Handbook with Thomas. Marianne... was the person who died before Faith had entered the game; Noel had spoken about her. It was a bloody affair, or so it was told. Tired up and butchered like an animal - no, worse than an animal. Even despite the murders she had already bore witness to, the atrocious act of their second Trial was on another level than she had experienced. 

For what reason Thomas could have with a dead girls room, she couldn't begin to fathom. If Daimyon and Marianne had been as close to each other as was suggested, no doubt he would have gone through her room, on the off chance anything was left behind that could prove useful, either for the group, or for himself. There was nothing an outsider could hope to find that Daimyon wouldn't have found already.

But he was insistent. And something struck her; something that didn't quite make sense. The way he spoke, the way he stood up, and made his way to the door like he did. It was like he knew what the outcome would be - like he knew Daimyon would refuse. Like he knew he wouldn't have to convince him to hand it over. Her eyes trailed him across the room, to the exit, where the worn down Denis resided, out of breath and decidedly worse for wear than any of the patients had the right to be. Something was going on here, and she didn't like it.

At all.

Whatever book he was holding wasn't the thing that took Faith's attention, it was the vial. It was her gift to identify behavioural traits and body language, and Denis was clearly nervous. And then he started walking again, and kept walking, whilst Faith kept him in her sights, until he vanished from anything but her periphery. He was stood behind her - right behind her. He was addressing her. The chemistry book he had procured was extended over her shoulder in front her her. Evidently she had no choice but to take it.

[center][color=ADD278]”I’m gonna have you take this book, turn to the book mark: page 214, and tell everyone here what's on that page.[/color][/center]

He thumb riffled through the pages until it hit the bookmark, and slowly spread the pages to reveal their contents. Her eyes locked to the bold word, and her pupils narrowed, before she lifted the book slightly to prevent the people either side of her from reading along with her. Every word she took in carefully, up until the end of the second paragraph. And then she simply closed the book.

[colour=MediumSeaGreen]"How cute~!"[/colour] Faith's cheerful voice resonated across the room, no doubt eliciting a few odd reactions. Gently, she placed the book on the floor, and slid it under her chair with her foot. At the same time, her free hand raised to a pocket in her outfit, [colour=MediumSeaGreen]"Is that how this is going to be, hmm, Thomas~?"[/colour] and from it slowly drew the same sacrificial blade she had used to deal with Julia, and Alexandria's Horse, [colour=MediumSeaGreen][i]"Give me the Handbook, or I'll kill everyone in this room~?[/i] How terribly[/colour] [b][colour=SeaGreen][i]unsporting of you."[/i][/colour][/b]

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