(THE FOUR DOLLS) “TELL me about it.” Emie teases that Winona knew about. With a sigh and deep, Winona sips the tea from her cup looks at Emie in a warry way, and smiles. “Enough with the teasing game, Emie.” Emie then giggles. Showing her other side that no one has ever seen or known about her, except the three dolls who are just like her. Opposite to her usual nature as it never occurred nor she even showed that ins of attitude from the past. She ends up smiling in a sinister way and somewhat provoking Winona with her taunting way of words. “Come on Winona, loosen up a bit. Why don’t you enjoy the moment while it still lasts?” She pertains to the little time that they could spend freely together and like this. Or so she thinks. “I didn’t know that you are believing in fantasy, Emie.” Winona cuts her fun, reading her mind and this silly old game added by her words that don’t have any weight nor truth to them. “You above the four of us
(THE SCHEMING FOURTH) “BY the way Emie,” Winona calls out, interrupting the current flow of things just before they both decided to meet the other two. “If I remember it correctly. Pauleen has a twin, right? And that twin is?” The thought draws a sinister smile on Emie’s face. “Hmmm…” Emie teases, which Winona reads from her mind and sees from her face. The kind of amusement that she hated a bit about Emie and right now. “What do you think?” She throws the question back at Winona, teasing her once more, and made Winona express her dismay by clicking her tongue and showing it on her face. “Still not enough playing?” Winona disses her, and Emie in turn laughs amusedly and said. “But the real question here is, who do you think Pauleen remembers as her twin?” The big question. After all, in this loop and the current time that they are into. A thing and two, and might as well, everything is changed from the original persona
(ENVIOUS PAST) “THE ARCANAS.” Pauleen whispers, along with the memories of her past that she remembers and particularly right now. “Just how long should I be in the shadows of the Maiden who everyone’s eyes are only set towards?” Her words of jealousy. Feeding the sin of envy that is all along planted within her core as the dark part of the whole and the half. “Just how long should I play this game?” Her taunting voice that marks the deal that she took. No one knew, but only she believes it. Walking down the spiral stairs and arriving at the door where she put all her left light and purity. “Pauleen or Gennivier? Which one is the real me, again?” She wonders, giggling in a sinister way while playing with the thought that in truth is neither one of her true identity. “Well, well, well.” Whispering, she smiles, as she opens the door and greeted by the memory of those innocent days. “ARCANAS?” She asks wondering about the name
(A BIT OF THE EERIE WORDS) “PAULEEN.” An eerie tone and voice echoes in the space and dimension that only exist if one of ‘them’ allows the other to enter. “Poor girl, or is she?” The question that echoes in the throne room where the lights casted the shadows from each corner. And the ambiance of the entire place is screaming the darkness and light where everything started. “Can I ask you one question?” A wish, yet rather a demand that she wanted to know. With a smile from the ‘being’ whose eyes are fix towards the mirror that shows everything of what HIS puppets are currently doing. HE giggles, and whispers. “What do you want to know now, Chie?” HE drops her name. The Mistress of time. The current ruler of space and dimension that HE created, along with the other who created everything out from the original that HE made. “Well, I am just wondering.” Chie teases and a bit.
(HUNTED FALL) “Well, well, well. How far can your envy take you? Shard of the shard soul, Pauleen?” HIS voice echoes right into the winds that carry it and travels it into the current book, world, and dimension. Yet, it only ended passing the attention of the burning jealousy of the pure dark shard soul of Aries holder. “HOW long? Maybe for a while?” Pauleen asks herself in a deep and eerie tone. With a wide and sinister smile drawn to her face and standing right in front of the closed door that will lead her into that specific place. “I hate to admit it, but I need to come clean to myself. The envy that I felt for you is all the needed spice to make the perfect masterpiece that this world needed.” Her twisted mind. Her played memories and past are mixed and added with the moments and scenes that weren’t there in the first place. All to create one dark ball of soul that is a key to ‘his’ revival and the door to that world to be opened. “Should I
(THE REAL ONE) “SUCH A SIGHT.” Farah whispers, while looking at her target, one of the four direction, but only the dark side of the two and twins that she is truly seeking. “Should I interrupt her little world right now?” She asks herself, while looking outside the building where Pauleen just enters and currently been dwelling with the past that is a bit twisted than what the real events from the past really happened. “Well then, I guess I just have to wait.” She then decided. All while Pauleen’s eerie smile is still drawn and into the past that she truly believes. Where it goes. “THE MINOR ARCANA’S. Pauleen in the eyes of the younger twin Gennivier whispers. While looking and intently to the deck of cards that she will never be able to use, nor to hold. But then, a whispering voice from deep within her is telling her to do the exact opposite of what she shouldn’t do. ‘Take it. You can have it. Just a touch and everything will begin.’
(WHISPERS) “GENNIVIER?” Farah whispers, asking about the personality that her current target is manifesting right now. “That’s right, it is both of them.” She then smiles in a sinister way. “Just how many minutes more?” As she counts the time, looking at her watch and staying at bay to her place and location while waiting for her target to come out. “There she is.” A cunning smile then forms on her face, as Pauleen, the dark and pure side of the twin came out from the old building of the University. With the pleased smile and calm demeanor on her face. “Should I, or?” Farah wonders. Getting a bit excited of what’s running inside of her mind. The want that suddenly knock inside her mind and gave her that uncanny thought. “I guess, it will not hurt anyone if I will take a peek.” She dwells in her desire, but not neglecting her assignment. With
(WHISPERS WILLOWS) AN old willow blows an eerie wind. Somewhat delivering a whispering message of taunting and dread that everyone should take heed upon. But then, the words, the whispers and the letter that it brings, somewhat doesn’t belong in the current world and not even from the previous loops of Death Reincarnate. “Well, shall we meet our master and God?” Farah giggles in a devilish way. Then draws a sinister smile while somewhat asking for a permission not towards the still sealed holder right in front of her, but to the target that she should be dragging to their meeting point. “Then I shall see you very soon, Pauleen.” She bids a temporary farewell, for she had no right to wake the sleeping beauty nor disrupt the flow of time that HE had written. She then draws a pentagram of escape that only the offspring of the two destined souls can only have. She immediately found herself in a fair distance to her real target who in her little spoiled world.