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It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all. One moment the group of us had been celebrating our survival through the first round and Rosy and Lisa’s miraculous passage into the second—the next we found ourselves pitted against each other. The terrible irony was lost on none of us, how the thing that had united us together finally would also be the thing to tear us apart. It took some time, but eventually cooler minds prevailed and the group was able to sit together and speak once again. To our part we listened to the fears of the others. What Nix had said in the beginning we held to, we would not drug the others into sleeping through the round; our word was our word and we would not break it. The other two girls listened to our worries, mainly that no matter the outcome that there wouldn’t be hard feelings spread around. There was debate at first, should all of us stop talking, what strategy would be most effective for the group as a whole? It was decided to continue as we had been all along. Sam and Nix knew the others characters as well as they knew ours. We knew each other’s weaknesses, strengths, and tactics; there was no point in sequestering ourselves from each other. What would pass would come to bear regardless of how we tried to hide from it and so we did not hide. Each day we met and talked, taking tea as we had all the days before. The only difference was the sense of sadness that permeated the air for one set of us was going to crush the others dreams and neither had any intention of losing.

We knew from the beginning it was going to be hard, that the moment we were set against our friends would be our truest test in this game we’d fallen into. To continue meant cruelty of the highest sort but to bow out meant sadness and regret, and while both Sam and Nix were no strangers to the act of fleeing neither took much joy in it, nor could bear to run from something that they’d tried so hard in. So cruelty it was to be and when the two sat down to review the options left to them they realized how terribly disadvantaged they were. Where Rosy and Lisa had three playable character options, in reality we only had two remaining to us for the concept of becoming Chrys again was so repugnant that it left both of us shaking with dread.

“What the hell do we do, Nix? They’ve got what? A mage, a water bender and a knight? And we’ve got Bebe and Gathaa—a sexbomb and a cowardly djinn. We’re screwed.”

Nix looked at her friend who was sprawled across her legs and sighed. They’d been camped out in their room all night thinking over the round, deciding which way to go. They knew that Rosy and Lisa would avoid fighting at all costs; those girls avoided conflict by nature and would seek some way to get out of a direct fight. That said we also knew that the best way to off balance them was to force our opponents into actually battling, just not necessarily battling us. But we were very careful of the words we spoke aloud, even in that place. The walls had ears and things we said could all too easily make it back to the other girls which was a risk we were not comfortable taking.

“We’ll figure something out Sam. We always do.”

Later, after the majority of the facility had tucked themselves away for bed we once again shifted into the tiny white ermine we were so used to being and struck off down the halls. It was short going, but enough time to whisper to one another in that small form of what would be and what needed done. We crept up into the ductwork and slid our way into our opponent’s room. From the top of a dresser we watched the two as they slept, curled into one another in one bed. They seemed so at peace.

It was the last restful night’s sleep they would be getting for a long time.

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It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all. One moment the group of us had been celebrating our survival through the first round and Rosy and Lisa’s miraculous passage into the second—the next we found ourselves pitted against each other. The terrible irony was lost on none of us, how the thing that had united us together finally would also be the thing to tear us apart. It took some time, but eventually cooler minds prevailed and the group was able to sit together and speak once again. To our part we listened to the fears of the others. What Nix had said in the beginning we held to, we would not drug the others into sleeping through the round; our word was our word and we would not break it. The other two girls listened to our worries, mainly that no matter the outcome that there wouldn’t be hard feelings spread around. There was debate at first, should all of us stop talking, what strategy would be most effective for the group as a whole? It was decided to continue as we had been all along. Sam and Nix knew the others characters as well as they knew ours. We knew each other’s weaknesses, strengths, and tactics; there was no point in sequestering ourselves from each other. What would pass would come to bear regardless of how we tried to hide from it and so we did not hide. Each day we met and talked, taking tea as we had all the days before. The only difference was the sense of sadness that permeated the air for one set of us was going to crush the others dreams and neither had any intention of losing.

We knew from the beginning it was going to be hard, that the moment we were set against our friends would be our truest test in this game we’d fallen into. To continue meant cruelty of the highest sort but to bow out meant sadness and regret, and while both Sam and Nix were no strangers to the act of fleeing neither took much joy in it, nor could bear to run from something that they’d tried so hard in. So cruelty it was to be and when the two sat down to review the options left to them they realized how terribly disadvantaged they were. Where Rosy and Lisa had three playable character options, in reality we only had two remaining to us for the concept of becoming Chrys again was so repugnant that it left both of us shaking with dread.

“What the hell do we do, Nix? They’ve got what? A mage, a water bender and a knight? And we’ve got Bebe and Gathaa—a sexbomb and a cowardly djinn. We’re screwed.”

Nix looked at her friend who was sprawled across her legs and sighed. They’d been camped out in their room all night thinking over the round, deciding which way to go. They knew that Rosy and Lisa would avoid fighting at all costs; those girls avoided conflict by nature and would seek some way to get out of a direct fight. That said we also knew that the best way to off balance them was to force our opponents into actually battling, just not necessarily battling us. But we were very careful of the words we spoke aloud, even in that place. The walls had ears and things we said could all too easily make it back to the other girls which was a risk we were not comfortable taking.

“We’ll figure something out Sam. We always do.”

Later, after the majority of the facility had tucked themselves away for bed we once again shifted into the tiny white ermine we were so used to being and struck off down the halls. It was short going, but enough time to whisper to one another in that small form of what would be and what needed done. We crept up into the ductwork and slid our way into our opponent’s room. From the top of a dresser we watched the two as they slept, curled into one another in one bed. They seemed so at peace.

It was the last restful night’s sleep they would be getting for a long time.