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As the votes began to roll in, Rojo felt a twinge of nerves in his ribcage. He was supposed to be watching out for someone, and that person was getting an awful lot of votes. But there was no way he was drawing attention to himself instead. He supposed it was for the best in the end.

With a slight shrug and an open-jawed grin, the skeleton raised his hands and pointed at his choices. The thumbs-up ghoul—Blondie, was it?—could surely get a few votes without being in danger of dissipation.

"Very well. Let us begin." Professor Red approached Quillan and reached out, taking the card and holding it up for the class: Minion.

"The role is simple: act as the fall guy for the Bloodshots. Call attention to yourself, make sure the criminal organization isn't caught, and maybe, just maybe they'll notice you. Unfortunately for you, they did not." Professor Red carefully reached out poking the former minion's forehead. "Be careful who you swear allegiance to in the future. While you did an amiable job here, out there? You'll be lucky to make it out in one piece."

The professor grinned broadly as she continued, "Now we have a tie for the next highest vote. However, the circumstances between these two are... unique. You see, one of them began as a criminal, however circumstances lead them to change their ways and become a Flamekeeper."

"The Flamekeepers, from what we've been able to uncover, have a very long history. The earliest records we've been able to uncover revealed that they were around when the necromancer L͞ùc̵rèce҉ ͡Br̕ia͞r͜ ͏o͜f ͢th͞e͏ ̢F̢aļling S̴t҉o͢rm rose to power. Lucrèce Briar used a combination of Fear and persuasion to gather an army to conquer Halloween, however the bulk of the army were members of the Undead race. As you can possibly surmise, the Flamekeepers used fire to b̀u̴r̡n them and splinter the forces asunder. Not all Undead fear th͢e ̴p͏urif͜yi͠ng͢ f̧l̸ąm̶es but enough were driven back to give us a social stigma that still lasts to this day." The teacher paused, adding, "Or so the story goes. Fear is subjective, varied and tuned by our own experiences and culture from where we live."

"But I highly doubt any of you came here for a history lesson, or to hear my personal thoughts. Let us return to our conundrum: one criminal was turned into a Flamekeeper. The Flamekeeper they replaced similarly switched places and became a Bloodshot. What then became of their crimes? Would you consider the criminal absolved when they switched? Or will the person who now take their place take up their sins and crimes?"

"Either way, all we're left with is the truth: both are dead, one seeking absolution and the other caught with red on their hands." The professor flipped the cards belonging to Andrew and Horace; Flamekeeper and Bloodshot respectively. "The Trick or Treater," here Ruth's card was flipped, "Was busy during the night."

At last the professor paused, shrugging as she collected the cards. "That's really about all I can think of to say at this point. If any of you are interested in another round then stick around; if you've had enough you're free to leave."

Quillan thought he'd done a pretty good job as the bloodshot minion, since almost everyone had voted for him. The role swap had him completely surprised, however. He had been trying to protect Andrew by voting for Horace, and yet it had become Horace who he was supposed to protect. Oops ... although, it wasn't completely his fault because he wouldn't have known this while the game was happening. The corners of his mouth were twitching upward as he said "Yes Professor!"

The ink demon was more than ready for another round! He turned to the other students and said, "That was fun! Thanks for the great game. No hard feelings right?"

In his excitement that his singular OTP between classmates - as well as headcanon was realize as actual canon, Zel slammed his fist on the table and laughed. "I jacking knew you two were dating why didn't you tell me?!" It wasn't so much that he was excited at the prospect in point-of-fact, it had more to do with the fact that he'd been right all along and so he felt vindicated. At any rate he took a deep breath and tried to calm as he watched her.

"Well I am glad you two are happy at any rate. How is everything else going? I've not really been doing much except study and play video games all the time... Seeing as one of the creatures I really want to talk to hates my ever jacking guts right now... for good reason."

He rubbed the bridge of his nose for a moment and shook his head. At least they'd won the game.

As Red went about the reveal, Ruth managed to keep a look of impartiality on her face. She barely twitched when Andrew and Horace's cards were revealed, though she was surprised that she managed to kill a Bloodshot, even if it was through sheer luck. She'd just been acting as a Trick or Treater, or how she believed a Trick or Treater would act. When the flame demon called for her attention, she visibly gulped and with her usual silence, stood in front of Andrew, appearing more than a little nervous.

Ruth cringed a little, as if bracing herself for a vicious scolding. While she knew in her heart of hearts she would never apologize for her actions, Blondie had a different sort of reputation to maintain. From behind the fringes of her bangs, she blinked uncertainly, glancing at the fire demon's tail and the steady burn of the flame.

She slowly, carefully returned the gesture, less a high-five and more a slow tap, though her entire demeanor suggested she would head for the hills at the first sign of danger. Her relief was not quite immediate.

Kier sighed and flopped down in her chair, even with taking out the minion they had lost this game was a lot harder then she thought it would be. True she was lucky she had already known that Quilian was the minion but Zel apparently wasn’t a bloodshot it as the obvious answer of Andrew. Sighing she shrugged, it was too hard to judge people by them hiding out under a façade.

As the professor launched into her history lesson Kier tried paying attention to what she was saying about former halloweener things and how something like this had happened? Maybe? She wasn’t sure but her thoughts sort of wondered as she debated something about stretching out and napping.

Finally it ended and as a round two was mentioned Kier’s ears perked up as she folded her hands on the desk. Yes! Round two maybe she could redeem herself and not lose quite so easily as she had the first time. Tho this time she was sure not to be the seer so she might even be lucky enough to be bloodshot and fool everyone in being a good guy that would be fun right.

Raising her hand she nodded, “I’ll play another round if peeps are going to stick around.”

As the ink dragon got up and apologized she winked at him and waved her hand, “It’s ok besides I already knew you were a minion, seer powwweeerrrsssss bohaha.”