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a e w i n
also known as the weirdo that fangirls a lot
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Grace wiped her face with the back of her hand and sniffed, that’s enough of that she demanded of herself and sat up and looked herself in the mirror above the small table across from her bed. She bent over the edge of the bed and rummaged through one of her bags looking for her makeup bag, when she finally found it she sat down at the table to try to salvage what was going on with her face. In the end she decided to just take all of her makeup of, just as she was done she heard a soft knock on her door. Grace walked over and opened the door to find Chris stand there with a present wrapped in the cutest wrapping paper with small paw prints all over it, she was surprised that there wasn’t some kind of bow on top though, Chris always put bows on his presents.

“Oh Chriiiiiiis” Grace whined taking the present and setting it down before pulling her main boy in to great big hug “I love you.” she whispered in to his shoulder. She released him and gestured him to come in and closed the door behind him. Grace picked up the present and started to unwrap it and open the box, inside was 3 different scarfs for George the corgi to add to his collection. Grace looked up at her best friend tears welling up in her eyes again, she was quick to wipe them away. She was just so glad she had him in her life so the tears were more happy this time around “Thank you” she said softly.

As a way to celebrate the upcoming union, Chris had bought presents for everybody. Though he didn't know everybody in the wedding party, particularly from the bride's side, he still tried to make an effort. What kind of party would it be if someone was left out? Getting Grace's gift was the easiest of them all. Christopher knew how much she adored her little corgi, so the cute scarfs he found on Etsy would definitely be appreciated. After all, who can hate a dapper dog in a cute scarf?

Seeing Grace tear up after opening the gift made him want to hug her again. And, well, he did. He gave her a comforting hug, holding on until the tears stopped. “How are you feeling?” He asked her.

Grace sniffed once more “Oh you know I’m holding up, I guess I’ve been sensing it for a while but I thought the jerk would at least wait until after the wedding!” she tried to make the situation lighter with a small laugh. She laid her head down on Chris’s lap and peered up at him “How about you? Are you ok with all of this?” she asked.

Christopher clicked his tongue disapprovingly. From what he could recall, Tristan was always a selfish guy; never considering Grace's feelings because of his extreme ego. Even though he didn't want to see Grace hurt, Christopher was glad that he was gone. “This break up is Tristan's loss, not yours.” Despite sounding like a typical bestie from a teen rom-com, Grace would know he was speaking honestly.

When Grace shifted the conversation towards himself, Christopher sighed. He began playing with her hair, giving her a half-hearted head massage whilst she laid on his lap in a sorry attempt to distract himself. “I'm... dealing.” He returned with a vague answer.

Grace sighed and closed her eyes as Chris played with her hair, he was right as much as she was about being dumped she couldn't help but feel a little bit relieved of not having to deal with all the crap that came with dating someone like Tristan. As she laid there with Chris's hands doing their magic, she could feel the stress and tension ebbing away. This is what she had been needing, Grace scolded herself for not telling Chris about her break up straight from the beginning.

She opened her eyes to look at him again as he answered her question with a deflecting answer. Grace made a concerned face“Are you though? In a healthy way? Not like me...” she laughed again. Usually Grace was the one who had her boys in check but lately she had been swamped at work and can't even remember when they all had been together at their regular bar. Darien has been busy obviously but how long has it been since she saw Leo? And now with the break up she has not been as stable as she usually likes to be.

“I’ve had some time to think about it and… I cannot be the one to stop them from pursuing their happiness if it’s with each other.” It was a tough pill to swallow, but if you were truly in love you’d want to see them happy. “I’m Darien’s friend before anything else, I can’t ruin this wedding for him.” His response sounded strangely rehearsed, but as long as Grace could understand his feelings, it didn’t matter.

Grace nodded and bit her lip, his response echoing in her mind. She knew she should feel the same but something has been bugging her ever since Darien and Daphne got engaged a year ago.

Rather than dwelling on it, Christopher got an idea. “When we were checking in, I found that this hotel has an arcade. How about we cheer up with some games? I could text and see if Leo is up for some ass whooping.” He offered. Christopher entertained the idea of inviting Darien briefly, before ultimately deciding against it. If anybody asks, he could simply say that he didn’t want to remind Grace about her breakup.

Grace sat up and her whole face lit up when she heard games “Oh yes! I will whoop both your asses if they have DDR!” she ran her hands through her hair to tame it in to place. “Yeah call him over and we can leave after I fix myself up!” She chirped already in a better mood grabbing some fresh clothes and her makeup bag as she made her way into the bathroom.



Leo had only just made himself comfortable in his room, which he honestly found quite to his liking, when phone once again began to buzz. He dreaded the thought of even more work-related matters on his supposed holiday. However, he was pleasantly surprised by the text from his colleague that was on holiday as well. He grinned at the invitation to the arcade with Grace. Not only had he not seen Grace in a while, but he’d never pass up the chance to kick their butts. He texted back approvingly, and got ready to leave.

When Leo arrived, he was able to meet Grace and Christopher at the lobby by the entrance to the arcade. Christopher was the first to wave his colleague and study buddy over. He raised his voice so he could be heard over the excitable Vegas crowd heading into the adjacent casino, beckoning Leo to join them.

Grace spun around when she heard Chris greet their friend “Leo!” she exclaimed almost running towards the man, he was a sight for sore eyes and she hadn’t realized how much she had missed him. She flung her arms around him when she reached her friend “I’ve missed you so much!” she had to hold back so to not start crying again. She pulled away from him and started to straighten his shirt, a habit she had with all of them. She then punched him lightly on the arm “Thanks for calling and checking in… douche!” she smiled widely at her old friend.

Leo bore a wide grin as he found his two friends. He returned Chris’s greetings before finding himself in Grace’s arms. “It’s been a while, Grace. It’s good to see you!” He said back. He was calm and reserved, but that didn’t take away from the genuinity of the statement. He responded to her punch in kind by relentlessly ruffling her hair. “Same goes for you, dumbass! A thousand calls a day, and not one from you.” He smiled back.

She tried to dodge his hand as he ruffled her now pristinely styled hair but to no good “Hey! I’m not supposed to be the one who calls… I’m the girl! You should all be showering me with love!” she turned to face Christopher “Isn’t that right? You call me every day.” she reached out and pulled him closer with her arm around Chris’s waist.

Christopher snickered, allowing Grace to pull him in. “It helps if you call Leo yourself. Sometimes he forgets that his phone is good for not only receiving, but sending calls too.” He jested, before pushing Leo and Grace in the direction of the arcade. “Now come on, let's make Leo regret not calling you.”

“Don’t hate me because I’m popular!” Leo said to Chris in a mock sassy tune. Then he headed into the arcade at Chris’s wish. It had been some time since he had visited an arcade, but he was certain his skills wouldn’t fail him. “Time to beat some high scores, oh and your asses while I’m at it.” He challenged them, his confidence as present as ever. “Ladies first, Grace, pick your poison.”

The arcade was loud and crowded, just as Grace liked it. She stepped in front of the two boys and scoped out their choices. If Seara resort has done something right it was this arcade, they had just about everything from old to brand spanking new and imported from Japan. Gracie browsed the machine until she came to a halt in front of one particular machine. “So how about some classic Tekken 7? Anyone think they can beat my girl Ling Xiaoyu?” She wiggled her eyebrows at favorite boys.

Christopher was never the gaming type. He was part of the minority, growing up without a gaming console (or a sibling to play with) so reading became his passion. So when Grace suggested a two player fighting game, Christopher was certain that he was going to lose so... “I volunteer Leonard as my champion.” He pushed Leo closer, as if to further his point with a wicked grin.

Leonard shrugged as he was pushed forward. “Guess someone is afraid. Anyway, let me show you how it’s done.” He wore his signature cocky grin as he took his place next to Grace on the machine and casually picked his boy Steve.

She scoffed as Leo stepped up “Typical… Honestly so toxic!” Grace said sarcastically and grinned at him. It was a tough 5 rounds but in the end Grace had to accept defeat with two rounds to tree, she slammed her fist down on the machine as the final K.O flashed on the screen. With a sour look on her face she looked up at them “Whatever! I need a drink!” she snapped and started in the direction of the bar.

With Grace gone for a moment, Christopher resisted the urge to follow after to make sure she was okay. But just barely. Instead, he turned to Leonard. “I need to talk to you, but you gotta promise me it'll stay between us.” It was likely that Grace hadn't had to chance to tell Leonard yet about her break up, and the last thing she would need is for him to bring up Tristan after spending some time cheering her up.

“Grace isn't doing so well. Tristan broke up with her just before the trip.” He informed Leo in a hushed tone. “I'm trying to cheer her up but I'll need your help with that as well.” It was clear Christopher didn't want to linger around the Tekken machine for long, lest he risk losing Grace in the boisterous crowd hovering near the bar.

”Is that so?” Leo said in response. ”Can’t say I’m too sad about that. I didn’t like the guy anyway!” He said, knowing Grace wasn’t around to hear it. ”That said, I do feel for Grace. So let’s do a good job cheering her up, shall we?” He nodded, then dragged Christopher along towards Grace.

Grace tapped the bartop with her nails trying to get the attention of the bartender. When he finally finished with the guys the was in front of her she smiled and nodded at him. “Hey, can I have 3 IPA’s?” when she had gotten the beers Grace showed of her former waitressing skills by carrying the boys beers in one hand and drinking from her own glass as she walked over to the men approaching.

Christopher and Leonard soon met with Grace by a recently emptied table. Christopher quickly cleared the table of old rubbish before joining the duo. He wasn’t certain whether telling Leo Grace’s personal problems was the right thing to do, but he only meant well. And he was sure that Leo would want to know so he could help.

From a glance it didn't appear that Grace was suffering all that much with get break-up. But Leo had to wonder how much she was simply keeping herself strong to not ruin the mood. That sounded like Grace. Another part of him wondered if this was the beginning of her drinking her troubles away. That sounded less like her, right? Was that right?

Regardless, he accepted the drink gratefully and promised himself he'd keep an eye on her. He couldn't let Chris shoulder all of the burden, and the best thing they could do was make this one kick-ass trip.

“Cheers!”

Unlike his fellow guests, Christopher’s night was spent… doing nothing. There was nothing to pack in haste, nor was he feeling any travelling jitters as he had the best partner he could ask for travelling with him to Nevada the following day. He wondered whether he should send a message to Grace, to remind her to pack plenty of sunscreen for herself and her partner, but a quick look at the clock on the wall reminded him it was far too late for any friendly chat.

Then what can he do?

It was late enough that sleep was a viable option. But why couldn't he sleep? Well. Christopher was well aware why, and he almost wished that he'd left the packing till tonight so he would have more time to... not think. To hear Darien would be the first out of his admittedly too large circle of friends was not much of a surprise. Everybody knew that the gentle giant would find his perfect match first, but was he Daphne Seara's perfect match?

Christopher could not comment.

Sleep eluded him, much to his dismay. By the time Christopher had drunk his weight in coffee, it was time for him to take the cab to the airport. A quick scan of his mental checklist reminded him that he had everything he needed to avoid an unfortunate situation. With absolute certainty, Christopher climbed into his cab ride.

At the airport, Christopher quickly reminded himself of the plan. With Leonard out of town for his business venture, Christopher and Grace were left to travel together from JFK to McCarren airport this morning, with Grace's boyfriend, Tristan, joining the wedding party that following Saturday for the rehearsal dinner. Christopher first waited beside security, watching time and passengers pass by him but no sign of the one he wanted to see. With so little time left, Christopher had no choice but to follow the crowd through security. He kept his phone in hand, watching the pixels on the screen for any sign of a message but there was nothing from the girl in question. He didn't even see Grace even as he waited by the gate despite waiting a little longer and being one of the last to join the queue to board the flight.

He shot Grace another message, the final one before he was guilted into turning his cell off with a look from the stewardess. He tapped his foot against the floor, the pace growing faster as the minutes passed. Finally, once he was sure the final call was announced did he see Grace, much to his relief.

"You worried me!" The surgeon chastised, knowing that Grace was expecting such a reaction. "Was there a lot of traffic?" Grace looked too tired for her to be late because of her sleeping in, not to mention that it wasn't like Grace to sleep in so late. He adjusted his position so he could pull off his neck pillow, giving it to Grace instead as she began to tell him about Tristan.

The news made Chris want to hug the poor girl. No wonder she looked so weary. He had plenty of things to say: 'Tristan was a horrible person.' or, 'You deserve better' but none of them seemed to be right. Knowing her, she would rather be comforted than pitied. He extended his arm, allowing Grace to rest her head on his shoulder and quietly sob to herself. With the wedding incoming, Christopher knew that all the lovey-dovey behaviour from the bride and groom was sure to be a painful reminder of her break-up.

Arriving at the hotel, Christopher reluctantly let Grace trudge away into her room. The only good news was knowing that Grace's room was right across the hall. Inside his room, Christopher hung his blazers in the wardrobe and put away his toiletries before pulling out something from his bag, wrapped in gift wrap designed with puppy paw prints. He could only hope Grace would appreciate the gift at a time like this.

There was only one way to find out!

He knocked on Grace's door, checking the gift one more time before--

Oh no.

He forgot the bow.
(yeah still no header can someone please stop making me post so late)

There was much to say about the case. Nothing pleasant, however. As usual, Braden’s testimony and involvement with the case was kept to the bare minimum. All he had to prove was that he didn’t kill the crazy bitch, and that was a simple enough hurdle. At least, that’s how he remembered it. Regardless, the case was over and Braden couldn’t be happier to finally leave--

But that was the issue. The blackened was dead, and somebody had to be punished. Something something rule something. What a bother. Couldn’t they just do the thing with Mercy’s body? Pretty sure she wouldn’t mind.

“We don’t trust crazies around here.” The ironic comment was brushed aside as the court fell apart once again. As his husbando concluded the final statement, Noel was quick to pounce with surprising ferocity, taking Alice down like a lion tackling dinner.

Unsurprisingly, Alice did not respond. His analogy was almost correct: the recon was acting like a chicken. After acting so tough, she could not handle the slightest bit of confrontation. Monokuma (“the two-toned traitoring traitor”) did not help by siding with Alice, which further made Braden believe made the recon cocky.

“Now now, Lois Lane. It’s not good to gang up on the weak. I meaaaan, someone that has army training yet is has nothing to offer beyond cliched edge? Tooootally weak. Maybe once she’s done living out her angsty teen years you’ll get a real challenge. Might I suggest Justiciar? I heard they’re reeeeal strong.”

“SHUT UP!”

Krista peeled her hands from her ears, screaming at the erratic ventriloquist in particular to stop the bickering. All they did was bicker- did nobody have an ounce of sympathy for Felix? It appeared not, as Braden and Noel began to pick apart Alice’s behaviour, whilst Ice and Denis tried to act tough in front of Davis.

“Please... just stop... No more... I can't...” How many more have to die before this game would finally end? How many more had to die while she did nothing but aid the blackened in one way or another unintentionally? How many more before it was enough for Davis? Like Ice, Krista wanted to scream at the man causing them misery, but she knew it would do nothing. Even now with someone as fearsome as Ice yelling at him, Davis did. Not. Care. He was nothing more than a friend that betrayed them at their lowest point.

Did anybody care anymore? She wished so, but it seemed as if each blackened intended to prove her wrong. If they didn't care, does someone like Cyrus really care for Bliss, or Jez for Zachary? By now she was certain she was alone in this. Krista tensed as she faintly heard Davis speak her name. “-- a question. Perhaps not as precious as the phone call Justiciar stole from her, but there are no strings attached this time. Regardless of what you ask, I will answer honestly. ”

She could clearly remember what Lucas had told her before he was executed for his crime. To not waste her opportunity on a dead end, but to use it to understand who the mastermind was. But was it worth it now that they already knew who he was? Davis was standing right in front of him, giving her a second chance to finally find her reason to care.

“My brother... tell me! Is he okay?”

Krista did not care about why Davis wanted them to suffer. She could not give a damn about somebody that betrayed them. But knowing that her brother was safe would make it all worth it. That despite the suffering, she could go home to someone that cared.

“He is safe, far away from this place. Last I heard, he found the love of his life.”

Krista laughed. All she could think about was the time she accidentally walked in on her brother trying to put the moves on his nurse. Did Davis know about that too? Would Davis tell her that the nurse was the love of his life? It did not matter, because Krista collapsed to her knees with her head hanging low, tears hitting the floor in front of her.

Krista could not tell whether if she had carried herself to the exit or if she was helped by a carnage sister. She heard the distinct noise of shoes shuffling towards the rollercoaster, and her body instinctively followed far behind everybody. Her skin felt cold and clammy, but for once she left the courtroom with nothing on her mind.



maybe ill add the header here one day when its not 4 in the morning

Ever since ending the concert, Krista had yet to speak. Nobody had talked to her at the party, leaving her to play music at the stage whilst everyone had a good time until Mercy’s untimely demise, and nobody talked to her as she shakily took her place at the podium she’d grown to hate. Learning from the previous case, Krista kept her mouth shut. She had nothing to offer anyway and unlike last time had no hope that she’d ever be useful to the others. Most of her day had been spent preparing for the concert. She hadn’t even met Mercy until everyone had gathered at the music plaza.

The case was going nowhere. Everyone talked over each other and kept going around in circles until it reached the conclusion that Max had something sinister to do with it. Instead of the trial ending with little hassle, tragedy struck the befallen infinites as Felix took his last breath. Another one that Krista considered a friend, gone. Because she couldn’t do anything right.

“You forgot a few parts.” Lucy smugly began listing everything Bliss had done, except it was hypothetical. Even Denis did not seem convinced.

“No…” Krista finally spoke up, her voice almost cracking from the strain. She had been standing quietly, holding onto her elbows with her trembling gaze focused on her podium. Streaks of tears mixed with dried mascara marked her cheeks, indicating she’d been crying ever since arriving at the court.

“Bliss can’t have done it…” Without looking up at anyone, Krista continued. She didn’t care if people did not want to listen, she wouldn’t be surprised if Jezabel called her stupid for trying to defend somebody after Shaun’s trial again. “Lucy, Bliss went to the pharmacy before she went to the study. She could not have possibly known about litonix back then. And even if she had found and read the chemistry book, she couldn’t have returned to the pharmacy to pick up more litonix without meeting Noel or Denis.” And as Denis has proven, he wouldn’t have missed someone like Bliss visiting the pharmacy to pick up stock twice. “The only remaining litonix was with Mercy herself, which Jezabel delivered to the quarantine chambers which as Felix said before…” She inhaled sharply, her chipped nails digging into the flesh of her elbows and drawing blood in an attempt to stop herself from hyperventilating.

“Only Mercy and Max were at the quarantine chambers.” Krista then fearfully added to her conclusion. “I-I’m not suggesting it was Max… It... It can’t be him either… but if Mercy was infected with the horseman virus, maybe she, under the control of the blackened, set things up to make Bliss look like the scapegoat? Mercy was the one to give Bliss her umbrella after all. If we assume Mercy was infected, maybe she was instructed to frame Bliss?” Krista was painfully aware her logic fell apart at the final hurdle, but it was all she could muster. Maybe if someone that wasn't as worthless as her could add to her suggestion, maybe it would be okay?
For easier access, seating plan will be posted here too

The day Krista had been waiting for was finally here.

It had taken many days to plan and set everything up in the music plaza, and looking at the final product, she was proud. The second-floor resort looked a lot different to what people were used to. There was a stage in the middle of the music plaza, blocking the path between the plaza and the rest of the hallway. Surrounding the stage was four rectangular tables, three of which could seat up to six individuals and the fourth that was pressed against the door leading into the zen garden could seat up to four. There was plenty of space between the stage and tables, a dance floor if you want to call it as such. Beside the stage was another table pushed against the dining hall, a buffet of epic proportions sitting on the table waiting to be eaten.

The lights were off, but instead of darkness, there were lights everywhere. On top of each table were a few mason jars stuffed with multicoloured fairy lights picked up from the arts and crafts store from the third floor. Some lights were hanging from the walls, giving the room a faint glow, but the stage was lit up in a special way. The string lights behind the stage were sewn into the fabric, shaped as two penguins standing on either side of the wall facing each other. One was distinctly smaller than the other, a baby penguin, flailing towards the larger one. She thought it depicted a story of a child trying to return to family, one that Krista thought would personally touch many of the infinites.

One by one people filed into the music plaza, lead by one of four people: Daimyon, Bliss, Faith or Felix. Faith and Max searched each person thoroughly, only allowing them in once they had been checked for anything potentially dangerous such as a weapon. Once the searches were done and everybody was inside, Daimyon and Felix joined Krista on top of the stage. The poet's expression shone of relief as he looked over the gathered crowd from the stage. At first, he had been apprehensive about the turnout, but it looked like everyone found it within them to attend. He was, however, certain that this was in no small part thanks to the enthusiasm of the organisers. From the moment he had heard the plan from Felix in the break room that morning, the same motivation had been driving him. They would give the whole group something to remember.

He grabbed the microphone that was prepared for him on a stand, cleared his throat and began.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Infinites, every dear guest!” He waited until all attention was him, and continued once he was sure the sounding worked properly.

“We've overcome many a danger—now it's time to rest, and take a breather. Binge on the refreshments, and listen to some quality music, as you may have guessed. The great melodies and songs will be provided fully,” he motioned towards the members of the little band they had assembled, “by Krista here, Felix there, and yours truly. Of course, many more of us deserve praise.” Here, he opened his arms towards the crowd. “Everyone who helped organise; we are grateful, duly. I am not one to mince words—I am, but not this time, keeping you from entertainment further would be a crime. So I hereby welcome everyone to our gathering; let the concert begin. Showtime!”



Once Daimyon finished his introduction, Krista shared a look with Felix, hoisting her violin up to her shoulder and waiting for Felix to begin the opening melody of the first set of music. As the first notes on the wondrous instrument sounded, Daimyon, still silent, took one last glance at his notebook, at his lines, before sliding it into his pocket. He waited for a good timing to begin his own part, which he received soon enough. And so he started reciting his poem, with varying cadence and tone to match the piano play.

This is the story of a group of strangers
Bonded by living through many dangers.
They call us Infinites, blessed with talent
But now our fates hang in the balance
Freedom feels like an eternity ago
Our prisons give us nothing but woe
Locked into awful cages, left to die
Will we fall apart, or will we fly?


Krista joined in the melody while the poet paused, bringing forth her grace with the violin. Daimyon took a deep breath: he would not stop now until the end of the song.

This is the story of life and death
Of action and chilling aftermath
Of heroes and heroics, of greatness
Of the blackened and blameless
Of strained trust and cruel betrayal
Of disbelief, rage, misery and denial
Of an endless struggle, a war waged
Of a lot ventured, but little gained.

This is the story of light and darkness
But where there is evil, there is also brightness
Our valiant knight shone a star's worth
Now she looks down from heaven on this earth
She watched sorrowfully when one of our own
Look as he might, took a life and was thrown
Into the jaws of death himself for his offence
Thus we lost our friend and our innocence.

This is the story of bravery and cowardice
What was meant to defeat only empowered us
Take heart—a new resolve filled our souls
To see our journey through, though the tolls
Still weighed on us heavily; high we rose
And took the fight to our enemy to depose
The machine that stood in our way
For its aid in our folly, we made it pay.

This is the story of truth and deception
Of ruthlessly playing on our perception
Not everyone was who they seemed to be
We were shown his true colours, 'twas surreal
He played us like marionettes, that roach
He deserved his final, fatal reproach
Our grief then was another reminder
Of the reality of our prison: a meat grinder.

This is the story of noise and silence
Eight murderers' ruthless violence
Once again we fought for one we loved
Marred victory was ours, pyrrhic, bathed in blood
Two were taken, ripped from this world
They sacrificed it all, and our hearts churned
Yet, many of us bore incredible resilience
And we made them rue re-experience.

This is the story of weakness and strength
Of keeping the Grim Reaper at arm's length
We won our peace for now and became
One step closer to ending this sick game
Nothing is stronger than an indomitable will
An unyielding spirit, a beating heart that will
Instill the fiery courage that we need to bring
Us our freedom, and turn this winter into spring!

This is the story of the hopeful and despaired
And it's my plea to you, my friends: don't be scared!
Show our captors that we are not to be ensnared!
Let's be the ones who did not give in, but dared
To break out of this unholy cage, and be prepared
To keep your faith, like before, when it flared
Share the burden, and the reward too shall be shared
When our freedom, our joyous freedom, will finally be declared!


The instruments struck their final notes on a dramatic high, and Daimyon raised his hand, balled into a triumphant fist, in the air for his last words as well. With the music swelling to an end, Krista let her arms fall back to her sides. “Thank you for being here, everybody! I really want to thank Bliss and Faith for helping me plan this concert, as well as Daimyon and Felix for helping me with the concert. You guys are the best!” She gave each member of her party a grateful smile. After all, this concert couldn’t happen without their help! Daimyon beamed back, happy with the note this concert took. With his part in the performance over, he walked off the stage and took a seat at his assigned table, watching Krista as she took a deep breath and addressed the audience this time.

“It’s been… a rough few days… or weeks, actually… I don’t even know how long it’s been since we all woke up in that elevator but… err...” She laughed slightly awkwardly.

“I have a few reasons I wanted to talk to you all. I… I’m aware I’ve been a pain to you all since the beginning and I want to apologise for it. I’ve caused you all a lot of trouble and I’ve never once thanked any of you for tolerating me this long.

“Bliss… you helped me set up this concert even though I never thanked you for helping me when the first motive was released. I cannot thank you enough for all you’ve done for me.”
She gave Bliss a large, grateful smile before turning to Cyrus.

“And… I’m sure you know that this concert was largely inspired by you. Even from the beginning, I questioned myself but you told me not to underestimate my ability to be a mood maker. I… I’m not sure how well I’ve done my job, but I hope that I did well this concert. You’ve done a lot for this group… and even if you can be a little mean at times, you only have the best intentions so...” She gave him a bright smile too. “Thank you for being my motivation!”

With that out of the way, Krista’s smile faltered and she addressed the rest of the audience, clearly nervous about the next part of her speech. Krista bowed deeply on stage, her hair almost touching the floor. “I also want to apologise for all I’ve done wrong. Everything. I’ve put my trust in the wrong people and it’s always lead to trouble. I’m sorry Zach, Jezabel, to those that lost their life because of my naivety.” She holds her position for a few moments before standing upright.

“I was told that keeping secrets was bad, and I apologise for not telling anybody about the handbook but… after my handbook got stolen by Justiciar… I couldn’t risk someone stealing it and using it for anything bad… But… I agree. No more secrets, not from me. And so… I’ll tell you my most guarded secret.”



“I... I also have something I found in Marianne's room back at the last trial. A note. I don't know what it says because it's been a very busy few days." She admitted. “However, we can all read it together next time when I do have the note." And with that, Krista grew silent.

Krista waited for a moment, letting people react to her secret before she could continue. That was a lot to react to, and Krista wanted to give everyone enough time to come to terms with her reveals. “I know I shouldn’t be standing here after telling you what I just did but… if there is one thing I hate more than this situation we’re in… is that I hate leaving things unfinished. And so... if there is one last thing I can do for you all… I’d like to finish this concert with a bang! Despair will never win against our hope!”

She pulled her violin up to her shoulder again, looking at Felix. “Whenever you’re ready.” And with that, the duet played together once again. The first set was somewhat a tragedy, in remembrance for those they have lost along the way: Shona, Mondatta, Marianne, Rika, Aleecia… even all the blackeneds.

The second set, however, was the opposite. Where the first was filled with despair and sorrowful pieces, the second set had many upbeat songs to inspire hope and joy in the audience. The concert went on for an hour long, filled with emotion from the two players.

When the concert was finally over, Krista spoke again after thanking everybody for listening. “And now, please enjoy the party!” With that, the party had begun.

Please don't die while I'm gone.


Okay, with all the shit going on, THAT is the last straw. With Aewin leaving, I am officially closing the RP.


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