The Cyclical Game (Pre-Archive Otherworldly Adventures) - Revision history

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	<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Complexico</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Complexico</span></span><br>
	<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">Using Caesar Shift +9, you get “Clemoxpcio”, which is an anagram of Complexico.</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">Using Caesar Shift +9, you get “Clemoxpcio”, which is an anagram of Complexico.</span></span><br>
	<h2>~~Profile Picture~~</h2>		<h2>Extra Puzzle</h2>
	<p style="font-size: 18px">??</p>		<p style="font-size: 18px">HeScFe^2 Fsi</p>
	<span style="font-size: 18px"><strong>Hover over the clues if you require!</strong></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px"><strong>Hover over the clues if you require!</strong></span><br>
	<span style="font-size: 18px">Clue 1: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Clue 1: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>
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	<span style="font-size: 18px">Clue 3: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Clue 3: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>
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	<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">BUZZ IN</span></span><br>
	<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">Taking their proton number, and changing it to A1Z26 gives the answer.</span></span><br>
	<h2>Complexities</h2>		<h2>Complexities</h2>
	<h2>Complexity 1.1.1</h2>		<h2>Complexity 1.1.1</h2>

XxSecretCodexX at 02:28, 29 November 2022

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	<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Pride</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Pride</span></span><br>
	<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The sigil is that of the Morningstar. The Morningstar is Lucifer’s region of the Otherside. Lucifer is the Prince of Pride. Thus, the password is Pride.</span></span><br>
	<h1>Otherside</h1>		<h1>Otherside</h1>
	<h2>The Morningstar</h2>		<h2>The Morningstar</h2>
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	<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Heretofore</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Heretofore</span></span><br>
	<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The first line's word is Here. The second line is too, but only with 1 o, so to. The third line is four, but with an e, so fore. The last line is the definition of the answer, which is all of them combined together, giving Heretofore.</span></span><br>
	<p style="font-size:18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1320370547411152897</p>		<p style="font-size:18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1320370547411152897</p>
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	<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Matchstick</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Matchstick</span></span><br>
	<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The string of numbers are the end of the tweets for each complexity. 1311482576624738304 is for Complexity 2.2.2, and 1310657667241635840 is for Complexity 2.2.1. Combining both answers together gives Matchstick.</span></span><br>
	<p style="font-size: 18px"></p>		<p style="font-size: 18px"></p>
	<h3>Part III</h3>		<h3>Part III</h3>

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	<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Dead Weight</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Dead Weight</span></span><br>
	<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The string of numbers are the end of the tweets for each complexity. 1305563815510122497 is for Complexity 2.1.2, and 1285471012566360064 is for Complexity 2.1.3. Combining both answers together gives Dead Weight. Additionally, Dim - ALT_1966 refers to the Dive City universe.</span></span><br>
	<p style="font-size: 18px"></p>		<p style="font-size: 18px"></p>
	<h3>Part II</h3>		<h3>Part II</h3>

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	<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Lampadsoveripswich</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Lampadsoveripswich</span></span><br>
	<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The string of numbers are the end of the tweets for each complexity. 1285418698656763906 is for Complexity 1.2.1, 1285471012566360064 is for Complexity 1.2.2, and 1290788397364084737 is for Complexity 1.2.3. Lamp+ADs makes Lampads. Lampads are over Ipswich, thus, the answer gives Lampadsoveripswich.</span></span><br>
	<p style="font-size: 18px"></p>		<p style="font-size: 18px"></p>
	<h1>Tuskkin Worldline</h1>		<h1>Tuskkin Worldline</h1>

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	<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">ImageCorrupt</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">ImageCorrupt</span></span><br>
	<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The string of numbers are the end of the tweets for each complexity. 1283633882735116288 is for Complexity 1.1.1, 1284359084125249536 is for Complexity 1.1.2, and 1284786296896933889 is for Complexity 1.1.3. For 1.1.1, the 9th letter of the alphabet is I. Adding the rest of the answers, you get I+mage+Corrupt, which makes ImageCorrupt.</span></span><br>
	<p style="font-size: 18px"></p>		<p style="font-size: 18px"></p>
	<h3>Part 2 - “Think paranormal police”</h3>		<h3>Part 2 - “Think paranormal police”</h3>

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	The sirens grew louder as Mel’s emotions hushed. "Yeah, whatever. So how are we—?”<br>		The sirens grew louder as Mel’s emotions hushed. "Yeah, whatever. So how are we—?”<br>
	Edgar waved his still outstretched hand beckoning Mel to grab it. As she squeezed his hand, Edgar began speaking in a voice that was not entirely his own, "Dare to venture past your mortal coil and leave this Earthly plane? If you do, you might just find yourself lost upon the dreary Phantom Lane!" And with that, the two evaporated in thin air.</span>		Edgar waved his still outstretched hand beckoning Mel to grab it. As she squeezed his hand, Edgar began speaking in a voice that was not entirely his own, "Dare to venture past your mortal coil and leave this Earthly plane? If you do, you might just find yourself lost upon the dreary Phantom Lane!" And with that, the two evaporated in thin air.</span>
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			<h1>The Morningstar</h1>
			<h2>Summary of Receipt</h2>
			<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span>
			<h2>Transcript</h2>
			<span><u>The Morningstar</u><br>
			<i>“Legend has it those who carry the Seal of Lucifer, a figure-eight encased within a triangle, will always find protection in the warmth of the brightest day in our darkest hour.”</i>

			<u>Geography</u><br>
			The highest plane of the Otherside, Morningstar, is a realm blanketed in an ever-present luminescence. Although illogical, some claim that Morningstar touches borders with the Topside. It is also possible that Lucifer, the Morningstar's simulacrum, found a way to let light seep in from the Topside. Or, perhaps, the light in the Morningstar comes from the other side of the Flipside's sun. The dark side of the Flipside's moon illuminates the Necropolis, so indeed, we can say the same for the Morningstar. Whatever the case, the light from Morningstar radiates throughout the lower five planes of the Otherside while bending around the Ourobouros where no light can enter. Occasionally light from the Morningstar will even leak into the Flipside. This excess light causes a phenomenon known commonly as "light orbs," not to be confused with the optical illusion of "backscatter."

			Morningstar is a relatively flat plane with sprawling fields of golden crops and luscious laurel trees. Dotted around Morningstar's domain are gilded marble structures that imitate the Topside's likeness invoking angelic imagery with subtle demonic twists. The most well-known construct of the Morningstar is the House of Heavens, a mythical meeting ground seen only by Lucifer and those closest to her. Only two members of CaD have seen the House of Heavens, those being Manager 0 and Employee 17. Both, annoyingly, have remained tight-lipped on the House of Heavens' exact appearance but have suggested it can move around to where it is most needed. Manager 0 has even hinted it can manifest Flipside under the proper circumstances.

			The Cryptids and Demons who call the Morningstar their home reside in the shimmering city of Aurora. It is the third-largest non-hostile dwelling found in the Otherside, after the Hollows and the Necropolis, respectively. Aurora resembles ancient Mesopotamian cities with modern neo-futuristic architecture typical of the Otherside. The ziggurats and skyscrapers are mostly made from pristine white marble with the odd brass, platinum, or golden exterior or flourish. While Morningstar's light is pure white or a soft golden hue, Aurora's neon lights are a sharp cyan.

			Many non-native Cryptids and Demons find Morningstar mostly uninhabitable due to the blinding light and burning heat. Specific protective sigils can mitigate the Morningstar's scorching temperatures and dazzling luster, although they are considered complex even by Demon-standards. Legend has it those who carry the Seal of Lucifer, a figure-eight encased within a triangle, will always find protection in the warmth of the brightest day in our darkest hour. It is unclear if carrying a Seal of Lucifer would forever grant safe passage through the Morningstar or only when "the darkest hours" are at hand. Still, due to the Cafe and Diner's history with Lucifer, we have many workarounds to survive the Morningstar's hostile climate.

			<u>History</u><br>
			Lucifer once lived in the Topside along with Bird and His angels and agents of the world. When Bird found out Lucifer was the youngest child of Eve and the Devil, Lucifer was cast from the Topside forever forsaken to reside in the Otherside. The banishing of Lucifer had many side effects. Still, the most tangible side effects were creating the Morningstar and Lucifer's Key to the Gates of Hell, Vainglory. Initially, there were only six Keys to the Gates of Hell guarded by the six bastard children of Eve in the six planes of Hell, otherwise known as the "Mark of the Beast" or the 666. However, because Lucifer was a child of the Devil and Eve, Lucifer had a blood-right to guard the Gates of Hell. It's unclear whether Bird knew this before or after casting out Lucifer—Although such an action did act as a permanent tie-breaker between the Princes in His favor, with Lucifer typically negating the malevolence of Mammon, Satan, and Asmodeus.

			Morningstar was the final plane of the Otherside to come into creation as Lucifer pulled at the Topside when she fell. It lies in the alt-space above the Infernus and below the Flipside. For many years the Morningstar remained uninhabited save for Lucifer herself. However, one day a mysterious soul of pure light was born in the waves of radiant light. Then another, and another. It seemed that souls who did not pass on from the Topside but held a special or unique virtue would be reborn into the Morningstar. Aurora acts like a quasi-heaven in the semblance of the Abrahamic concept. During the Soul Accord between the Princes, Lucifer would continue to keep "virtuous" souls in the Morningstar so long as every 777 years she would send tributes to her siblings. The most Chaste soul to Asmodeus, the most Temperante soul to Beezelbub, the most Charitable soul to Mammon, the most Diligant soul to Belphegor, the most Patient soul to Satan, and the most Compassionate soul to Levithan. As for the most Humble soul, Lucifer would sacrifice them at the Altar Between to keep the light of the Morningstar aglow.

			Morningstar has been a relatively peaceful plane of the Otherside with few conflicts between it and the Flipside to report. Of course, there was the "Halloween Incident" of 2019, but I'll leave that to its report.

			<u>Inhabitants & Rulers</u><br>
			The previous ruler of the Morningstar was its simulacrum, Lucifer, the Demon Prince of Pride. However, since her death at the hands of Rev. Masoch, the Hon. Paul O. Nightmyrs has taken charge of her place. Before Nightmyrs ascension to the regent, Morningstar was temporarily under the rule of the Demon Prince of Greed, Mammon. Of course, it was a ploy to control all Seven Planes of the Otherside alongside Belphegor—we stopped their treacherous plan in August of 2020.

			The Morningstar inhabitants include such customers as Mr. Pedro, Mr. Min, Mr. Trigano, Mrs. Shiels, and Mrs. Berkeley. They are Cryptids and Demons of a unique caliber in that they are mainly harmless and can even prove helpful, such as Mr. Min or Mr. Trigano. That isn't to say there aren't rough customers from Morningstar. Take, for example, Mrs. Shiels, an occasional patron of our establishment. A common theme among Morningstarian Cryptids and Demons is their light blue and white coloration and heavy association with light and "angelic" qualities. Most Morningstar Cryptids and Demons remain unknown to us, as they usually aren't a problem and often don't come to the Flipside.

			<u>Sigil of Morningstar</u><br>
			[[file:Morningstar.png\|500px]]</span>

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	<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Match</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Match</span></span><br>
	<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">??</span></span><br>		<span style="font-size: 18px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">The P and 15 on the cards reference phosphorus, the 15th element of the periodic table. The wikipedia icon and the out-of-place 6.4 means to search for subpage 6.4 of phosphorus on wikipedia, which gives Match.<br>
			(note: match is currently under tab 6.5, but as of 1 Oct 2021, the day the puzzle was released, it was under 6.4)</span></span><br>
	<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1311482576624738304</p>		<p style="font-size: 18px">Link: https://twitter.com/Lunvxgylrx/status/1311482576624738304</p>
	<h1>JFK Worldline</h1>		<h1>JFK Worldline</h1>

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	Mel snapped her phone shut. I could try my powers out on something that isn’t trash-related, I guess. But I don’t want to hurt random people either. Mel plopped down on the cracked sidewalk and pulled out her phone. She let her eyes dance over the text conversation. Unsatisfied, she once again pulled up Rob’s number and stared at the blank text. What could I even say to him? ‘Hey, looks like I have powers, what should I do?’ That’s stupid. He’d probably say something about being responsible or using my powers to drum up business. Business... —Huh. Mel took the matchstick from her mouth and gazed into its little red tip. Her mind raced to sinister arsonistic thoughts.<br>		Mel snapped her phone shut. I could try my powers out on something that isn’t trash-related, I guess. But I don’t want to hurt random people either. Mel plopped down on the cracked sidewalk and pulled out her phone. She let her eyes dance over the text conversation. Unsatisfied, she once again pulled up Rob’s number and stared at the blank text. What could I even say to him? ‘Hey, looks like I have powers, what should I do?’ That’s stupid. He’d probably say something about being responsible or using my powers to drum up business. Business... —Huh. Mel took the matchstick from her mouth and gazed into its little red tip. Her mind raced to sinister arsonistic thoughts.<br>
	36 Tokens in a day isn’t bad, but it won’t last foret Kimmy girl from the store today—she’s having a birthday party in Sunnyvale tonight, right? She’s not random, and she’s got more money than common sense. If I crashed her party, then caused a big scene, I’m sure she’d get mad. Mad enough that I could light it up. All it’d take is a little friction. Mel scraped the matchstick against the pavement as it hissed to life. A simple smash and grab. The glow of the flame flickered against her face. Well, smash, burn, and then grab. Huh—That really is an idea, Colly. Mel flicked the matchstick aside letting it smolder out as she typed in her phone’s search engine ‘Kimmy Sunnyvale Party.’</span>		36 Tokens in a day isn’t bad, but it won’t last foret Kimmy girl from the store today—she’s having a birthday party in Sunnyvale tonight, right? She’s not random, and she’s got more money than common sense. If I crashed her party, then caused a big scene, I’m sure she’d get mad. Mad enough that I could light it up. All it’d take is a little friction. Mel scraped the matchstick against the pavement as it hissed to life. A simple smash and grab. The glow of the flame flickered against her face. Well, smash, burn, and then grab. Huh—That really is an idea, Colly. Mel flicked the matchstick aside letting it smolder out as she typed in her phone’s search engine ‘Kimmy Sunnyvale Party.’</span>
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			<h1>Part III - Pride</h1>
			<h2>Summary of Receipt</h2>
			<span style="font-size: 20px">Summary</span>
			<h2>Transcript</h2>
			<span>The Calhoun Birthday Bash Massacre<br>
			Part III - Pride<br>
			Mel flicked open a small compact and began applying thick dark makeup to obscure her face. The inky liquid eyeliner trickled down her cheeks giving the appearance of a prom night gone wrong. She was standing off to the side covered by shadows and manicured hedges. She watched the flouncy and frivolous guests funnel into the glistening Calhoun Manner like a vulture waiting to feast. Her plan was not well thought out. Her disguise was half-hearted at best and half-assed at worst. But this was her moment, her time to shine, her chance to prove that she was a force to be reckoned with. The fires which set her life ablaze could spread at last and burn those who deserved it for once. This night would be remembered not as a sweet sixteen, but a bloody burning birthday bash massacre.<br>
			The last few stragglers drifted through the gilded gate, making their way into the vibrant party. Following them like an errant shadow, Mel slipped past the gate and into the dazzling summer glow of bright lights and energetic music. Mel clung to the damask walls keeping a low profile as she searched for a quick hit. Her eyes landed on a dimmed corridor tucked away behind the kitchen, where a gaggle of Sunnyvale teens was chatting away. Perfect.<br>
			Mel ducked and weaved through the spirited crowd until she was just outside of their social bubble. Showtime. Mel began welling up alligator tears as she hastened her breath and tucked her face into her palm. She wobbled and shuddered as she tried to calm her ersatz erratic breathing and muffled sobs of simulated sadness.<br>
			"Oh my goodness, are you okay?" One of the guys broke from the cluster and approached Mel. "Hey, what's wrong? It's a party!"<br>
			"I—I—I can't believe he would— I'm so sorry— I just—" Mel broke down and began sobbing harder, buying as much time as she could.<br>
			"Is there anything we can do?" One voice from the small group piped up.<br>
			"Yeah, do you need us to get someone?"<br>
			"Want some fresh air?"<br>
			"N—no. I'll—I'll be okay. It's just—my daddy decided to cancel 'Love Beyond Stars.' He just texted me, like a minute ago. This is gonna be the final season, and—and I don't think Jakob and Stefan will get together." Quick on her feet, Mel decided she was now the daughter of Robert Walzark, head of programming at Channel 236, home of "Love Beyond Stars" the most "it" dating reality show since "Heart Mongers of Wharf's Edge." Love Beyond Stars was unequivocally a more popular show but a less exciting premise.<br>
			The teens were shell shocked. How could this happen? How could this happen to them? How could this happen to Jakob and Stefan? How could this happen to them? Dating reality shows often invoke unnaturally strong emotions, especially in teens. And this misery? This was the real deal. Mel took in a slow gluttonous breath as she soaked in their sadness. Her brown eye frosted over as her endorphins exploded like fireworks.<br>
			"Does it even matter if Jakob and Stefan get together? It's all scripted anyway. Do or don't, they probably don't even like each other outside of filming. Do you think, outside of filming, God feels the same way about us?" One of the girls said, holding Mel's shoulder as the other teens slumped to the ground.<br>
			"Wow. That's bleak, even for me. Thanks for the pick-me-up guys." Mel said with a smarmy wink. The tide of happiness returned, but this was a high tide of pure liquid courage. Mel strutted to the center of the party, shoving people aside with a twisted beaming grin. "A-hem, 'scuse me, everyone!" Mel shouted in a voice that silenced the entire room. "Here's the deal. This party sucks. Kimmy sucks. And this party is so Lower Dive I feel like I'm getting a rash. Let's blow this Freakshow!"<br>
			"Excuse me?!" Kimmy screeched in bewildered disbelief.<br>
			"Oh, there's the birthday girl! 'Member me?" Mel said with a smile.<br>
			"N-wait, you were the salesgirl at the Mall today, right?"<br>
			"Oh. My. Morningstar! She does have a brain! And here I thought she didn't know she wasted 100 Tokens on a worthless point-two piece of junk. So, guess you still need to find a heart after all, huh?"<br>
			Realizing what was happening and had happened, Kimmy froze. The color in her face drained, and her features turned to stone. The only movement left in her body was harsh boiling breathing that pulsed from her abdomen to her bared teeth. Her knuckles frosted like a winter window as her clenched fists rattled with violent kinetic energy. She opened her mouth, but no words escaped at first, just a primordial screech of pain, fear, anger, and adrenaline. Finally, she managed a hoarse and cathartic, "Out! Now!"<br>
			"But Kimmy! The party just started." Mel took it all in, stoking her inner fire. "By now, your rich dip friends should know the drill. TCards on the floor, unlocked, and sent my way." Mel said in a sarcastically polite tone. The stunned partygoers looked at each other in confusion as they whispered among themselves. "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't clear enough." Mel thrust her fists towards the floor, sending out two massive bolts of turquoise flames. The animated blaze stuck to her wick-like hands as she raised them again pointed towards the crowd. A handful of TCards slid across the singed hardwood floor, bumping into Mel's worn-out sneakers with no further misunderstanding. "Well? Where's the rest?"<br>
			Kimmy, through bitter tears, choked out, "Are you really that ignorant? This is a Sunnyvale party, not some club in Fortune's Lot! No one brings cash to a party! Do you know how gauche that would be? You got your lunch money, now get out—"<br>
			"Yeah, I'm not a high school bully. This-" Mel kicked the few TCards around with her feet. "This won't cut it. Everyone out except the birthday girl." The assortment of upper-class teens did not have to be told twice. They could tell when a party was over. As they scampered off into the night, Mel knew her time was ticking to feed the beast. "Come on, Kimmy, let's go ask 'Daddy' for some walking around Tokens." Mel closed in shaping her crystal blue flames into a dagger tucked under Kimmy's chin.<br>
			Kimmy, in her silent fury, shot her eyes towards the grand spiral staircase behind them. The hostage and captor climbed the swirling stairs up to the second floor of Calhoun Manor. There was a distinct lack of party decorations or dust; it was picturesque. Not a single woven Esterskaldian carpet misaligned. The flowers dared not wilt or droop from their elegant Infernal vases. Tapestries from Morningstar and Mayda adorned the spotless walls. Even though Mel spent most of her day surrounded by this kind of stuff, it sent a chill down her spine to see it in this setting.<br>
			"The last door at the end of the hall," Kimmy said in a hushed reluctant whisper.<br>
			The two crept towards the imposing final door at the end of the hall. Mel could sense the tension Kimmy felt as she neared her father's forbidden Eden. Mel leaned in, whispering in Kimmy's ear, "Open the door, slowly." Kimmy's hand reached out towards the brass knob but stalled with hesitation. Mel tightened her grip, amplifying the flames held to Kimmy's neck. The heat made her wince in pain as she let out a nervous gasp as she opened the study door.<br>
			"Kimberly, what is the meaning of this?" Mr. Calhoun inquired from behind his massive desk. Kimmy let out a small whimper as she motioned to her assailant. With a roll of his eyes, Mr. Calhoun put down his book. With the aid of his cane, he rose to his feet and approached the hostage situation. "What is this?" He said, jabbing his cane in circles around the girls. Before Mel had a chance to answer, she was interrupted by an exasperated sigh. "Well, then? Who do you work for? 55? Bad Guys? Good Guys? The League? The Last Cafe? The Dark? Don't tell me Shaka has resorted to assassins. Come now, I don't have all night. Out with it."<br>
			Mel was put off guard as she lowered her hand from Kimmy's neck. "I don't work for anyone. I want 1000 Tokens on an unlocked untraceable TCard."<br>
			"Money? You did this all for money? What a waste." Mr. Calhoun said as he turned away from Mel and Kimmy.<br>
			Agitated, Mel thrust her hand back up to Kimmy's neck. Her emotions were running low, and her time was running out. "1000 Tokens or I burn Kimmy to a crisp."<br>
			What felt like hours of tense silence followed, but it took Mr. Calhoun less than a second to respond. "Let her burn."<br>
			Kimmy's eyes widened, pleading with Mel not to pull the trigger. All Mel felt was the sudden overwhelming surge of Kimmy's fear and adrenaline. A rogue wave of the purest agony, betrayal, dread, and panic slammed against Mel. She tried to lower her hand, but it was too late. The emotions were already coursing through her system at full speed. A torrent of bright blue fire burst from her hand, engulfing Kimmy. Her agonizing screams morphed into sharp ringing echoes as Mel's control abandoned her body, and she collapsed to the floor. Mel's face flushed a sick unnatural hue as her the room began to spin in four different directions. Her entire body was stabbed by phantom screams, which grew louder and louder inside Mel's head. The only sound that cut through the overstimulated cacophony of cries was the voice of Mr. Calhoun.<br>
			"Burnt out? From that? Pathetic." Mel saw Mr. Calhoun's face floating in front of hers. His eyes focused only on Mel, examining and analyzing her as his daughter's body burned in the background. His face vanished, but Mel could hear a tape recorder's distinctive click as Mr. Calhoun continued scrutinizing her. "Subject, adolescent female. Morningstar blood, most likely high, not pure. Empathic manipulation presenting in fear conversion to animated fire. Lack of control can be induced by overwhelming emotions. Prone to burn out from mild use of powers."<br>
			"Sad?" Mel sputtered out.<br>
			Click. "Hm? Did you say something?"<br>
			"Angry?"<br>
			"Huh? Oh, me? No. You won't be leeching any of my emotions out. My daughter was a failure, the smoke damage is negligible, and I think you'll make a great addition to our family, Saturnine. Now, let's get you taken care of before the police arrive."<br>
			Mel tried her best to fight, but her body rejected her commands. I need to— I need to do something. Fast. If he let that happen to his last daughter, I don't think I want to be his new one. Mel tried to sit up but could barely manage to roll over. He's not sad. He's not mad. Ugh, this asshole is nothing but smug. Wait. Smug. He said my powers were from Morningstar? Pride… Mel steadied her breath as she tried to feel his pride. She felt a warm glow, like a ray of sunlight breaking through her overcast beach. That had to be it. Mel focused on that beam of warmth, letting it grow until it overtook the stormy clouds that hung over her. Her eyes brightened with a soft sapphire glow as the beam of pride lifted her towards the warm blue sky.<br>
			Mel raised her head to get one last clear look at Mr. Calhoun before gambling on her new power. "Pride comes before the fall, Mr. Calhoun," Mel said with unfounded confidence. She let out her stored emotion feeling the warm pride spread from her chest to her shoulder blades. In a stunning iridescent light, two fiery blue wings burst from her back. Wasting no time to mess this up, Mel sprung to her feet and launched herself through Mr. Calhoun's roof and into the brisk night sky.<br>
			Click. "Saturnine can also convert pride into flight. Conversion of all seven modal emotions is theorized." Click. "That damage is less negligible…" Mr. Calhoun said as he surveyed his ruptured roof. He sat in his chair with folded hands, waiting for the police to arrive.<br>
			Mel soared above the manor in a brief exhilarating moment of Icarian delight. Then her familiar clouds returned, and her blazing wings dwindled away into the evening wind. Mel then enjoyed the brief exhilarating moment of an Icarian collapse. Mel crashed into one of the many pristine hedges just outside of the manor's gate. She took a moment to survey her damage and found that she was in one bruised and scraped piece. The soft sound of sirens wailed in the distance.<br>
			"So that didn't go great." A heavyset man in his early thirties said, looking at Mel. He, too, was crouched in the hedges, his face partially obscured by a silky black domino mask.<br>
			"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" Mel said, raising her fist, ready to strike.<br>
			"Woah! Woah! Not a cop." The husky man said, recoiling a bit. "No need for violence! I just wanted to make sure you're okay. That was a wicked nasty fall." Mel returned only a cold, judgemental stare. "Sorry, I'm the Phantom Lane." He said, extending his hand. "But you can just call me the Phantom."<br>
			Mel crossed her arms. "Yeah, I'm not calling you that."<br>
			"Fine. Edgar. You can just call me Edgar." The sound of distant sirens grew louder. "Doesn't look like this is a great place to talk. I can get us out of here. If you want."<br>
			"What do you want from me?"<br>
			"Why do you think I want—no, you're right. Look, I need some people and places set on fire. I get you out of here, you spark it up, I pay you. Deal?"<br>
			The sirens grew louder as Mel’s emotions hushed. "Yeah, whatever. So how are we—?”<br>
			Edgar waved his still outstretched hand beckoning Mel to grab it. As she squeezed his hand, Edgar began speaking in a voice that was not entirely his own, "Dare to venture past your mortal coil and leave this Earthly plane? If you do, you might just find yourself lost upon the dreary Phantom Lane!" And with that, the two evaporated in thin air.</span>

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	“i sucked out someones anger and they just kinda shot out of my hands.”<br>		“i sucked out someones anger and they just kinda shot out of my hands.”<br>
	“o thats crazy dude. r u gonna use em?”<br>		“o thats crazy dude. r u gonna use em?”<br>
	“use them?” Mel texted back as she slid the matchstick from one side of her mouth to the other. ver. Tha “yeahhh u kno like dress up and burn some beeyeetchzzz... could be fun lmao!!”		“use them?” Mel texted back as she slid the matchstick from one side of her mouth to the other. ver. Tha “yeahhh u kno like dress up and burn some beeyeetchzzz... could be fun lmao!!”<br>
	“hm. maybe. im not sure how they work yet so that could be bad.”		“hm. maybe. im not sure how they work yet so that could be bad.”<br>
	“being bad is half the fun silly! worst case say u didnt kno u had powers and cheese it lol.” Colly sent another text immediately after, “hey luv u got2go let me know if u end up getting bbq tonight lol get it? <3”		“being bad is half the fun silly! worst case say u didnt kno u had powers and cheese it lol.” Colly sent another text immediately after, “hey luv u got2go let me know if u end up getting bbq tonight lol get it? <3”<br>
	Mel snapped her phone shut. I could try my powers out on something that isn’t trash-related, I guess. But I don’t want to hurt random people either. Mel plopped down on the cracked sidewalk and pulled out her phone. She let her eyes dance over the text conversation. Unsatisfied, she once again pulled up Rob’s number and stared at the blank text. What could I even say to him? ‘Hey, looks like I have powers, what should I do?’ That’s stupid. He’d probably say something about being responsible or using my powers to drum up business. Business... —Huh. Mel took the matchstick from her mouth and gazed into its little red tip. Her mind raced to sinister arsonistic thoughts.<br>		Mel snapped her phone shut. I could try my powers out on something that isn’t trash-related, I guess. But I don’t want to hurt random people either. Mel plopped down on the cracked sidewalk and pulled out her phone. She let her eyes dance over the text conversation. Unsatisfied, she once again pulled up Rob’s number and stared at the blank text. What could I even say to him? ‘Hey, looks like I have powers, what should I do?’ That’s stupid. He’d probably say something about being responsible or using my powers to drum up business. Business... —Huh. Mel took the matchstick from her mouth and gazed into its little red tip. Her mind raced to sinister arsonistic thoughts.<br>
	36 Tokens in a day isn’t bad, but it won’t last foret Kimmy girl from the store today—she’s having a birthday party in Sunnyvale tonight, right? She’s not random, and she’s got more money than common sense. If I crashed her party, then caused a big scene, I’m sure she’d get mad. Mad enough that I could light it up. All it’d take is a little friction. Mel scraped the matchstick against the pavement as it hissed to life. A simple smash and grab. The glow of the flame flickered against her face. Well, smash, burn, and then grab. Huh—That really is an idea, Colly. Mel flicked the matchstick aside letting it smolder out as she typed in her phone’s search engine ‘Kimmy Sunnyvale Party.’</span>		36 Tokens in a day isn’t bad, but it won’t last foret Kimmy girl from the store today—she’s having a birthday party in Sunnyvale tonight, right? She’s not random, and she’s got more money than common sense. If I crashed her party, then caused a big scene, I’m sure she’d get mad. Mad enough that I could light it up. All it’d take is a little friction. Mel scraped the matchstick against the pavement as it hissed to life. A simple smash and grab. The glow of the flame flickered against her face. Well, smash, burn, and then grab. Huh—That really is an idea, Colly. Mel flicked the matchstick aside letting it smolder out as she typed in her phone’s search engine ‘Kimmy Sunnyvale Party.’</span>