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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 27, 2019 20:23:23 GMT -5
Well, that wasn’t a solid no, anyway, which gave Rue a trickle of hope. Maybe that meant she could learn whatever it was he’d done in time to use it in the Games. Probably not, but she hadn’t survived this long by giving up, and she wasn’t about to start now. The it was the other kids she had to worry about, which meant she had to think like a kid to outsmart them. Which was easy, for the simple reason that she was, in fact, also a kid. She was right. There had been something up with his hands. Rue wondered what he meant by “healed” if he was still having trouble with them, then chided herself, because hadn’t she seen enough scars by now to recognize what they looked like? Kid’s hands would never work the same again, she was willing to bet that much. She let herself wonder what had happened to him, but asking seemed a bit too invasive...at least until he invited more questions. “What happened?” She asked simply, nodding to his hands. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I know what scars look like.” Kid had been aware that Rue was curious. He'd even invited the questions. But the fact that he'd talked so little about what had happened - to anyone - stopped him from elaborating too much on the full story. "Something fell on them," he said, meeting her eyes for a second, then looking away. "I was holding up something heavy. Part of it collapsed on my arms." He almost winced at the memory. At least he hadn't been conscious for most of it. "I spent some time having them healed, but it wasn't done by a ... medical professional ... you could say." By some time he didn't even mean a couple days. But Rue didn't know the details of his world, so the context would mean nothing to her. He left off the fact that it hadn't worked. The fact that he'd died anyway. He shook the thought away with a slight tilted of the head. "What about you?" he asked. "What do you do in your world?" He needed a change of conversation.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 27, 2019 22:41:17 GMT -5
(Just another test. Don't mind me.)
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 27, 2019 22:41:35 GMT -5
Archie 2 | Rubber Duck Room | mintedstar/furAnother day, another blink. Cheers, he thought as he fell into a lake of water. Cheers indeed. His eyes glowed a bright purple as he looked around, trying to spot the bottom of said lake. Creepy, he thought when he spied only an abyss. Turning upwards he fought to the surface, his puffed-out cheeks caving as he blew a gust of air that sent him flying up onto a large squishy boat, stumbling as the thick rubber benneth him gave way under his very impressive height and weight. How dandy, he thought, recalling one of his most treasured possessions that happened to be a purple duck. Nostalgia, right? Damn. But nevermind that. With a twirl and a flourish of his mighty glitter-covered, 15 ft' long rainbow scarf, he began to look around the surface of the water. Was he alone? Tragic.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 27, 2019 22:55:12 GMT -5
(Who is this man? I don't know whether to punch him or to say he's amazing. Or both. I'm tempted to do both.) This would have made a great nightmare. That's what Adrian thought as he blinked in several feet above the water. He was pretty sure he had several nightmares like this before. A scream escaped his lips. Usually what happened now was that he wouldn't be able to hover. This didn't prove to be the case. Instead, the small boy was left suspended in the air, his shoes almost just splashing down into the water. Something did fall into the water. As Adrian's hands had come up to cover his face, he'd lost his grip on his training sword. It splashed into the water and at once sank to an unknown depth. Adrian, breathing hard, seemed very stressed that he might follow. He wobbled a bit in the air, almost falling out of shock alone, before he caught himself. "W-where am I?" he asked, panic in his voice.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 27, 2019 23:10:35 GMT -5
Archie 2 | Rubber Duck Room | mintedstar/fur Thats about the right reaction skghskgshkg But my my! This is my chaotic evil son ) Cheers indeed! Seems he wouldn't be left to his own devices after all. Delightful indeed! Poor little fellow though, seemed to be having an absolute hell of a time. "Don't worry, my young friend! Besides the apparently abyssal depths, you're in no immediate danger!" he called to him. With one long leg, he stepped up onto the side of the massively cartoony boat, the other soon following. "Here, allow me to assist you!" As if his feet were now glued to the surface, he leaned forward until he was almost perfectly horizontal between the side and the young lad before him, extending his hand to help draw him to proper safety.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 27, 2019 23:21:28 GMT -5
"That isn't reassuring!" said Adrian. He didn't seem the least phased with Archie's appearance. Then again, he probably couldn't see though his fingers. They seemed to be covering his eyes. Because of this, there wasn't much chance that he should have known what Archie was doing or that he was offering to help, but after a second a couple of Adrian's fingers parted (revealing gold eyes) so he could actually see what was happening. He wobbled in the air again, looking like he was in very serious danger of tipping into the water. Just as hurriedly, he reached out and grabbed Archie's offered hand. This left his face uncovered. He had wide, scared gold eyes, long blond hair tied back at his neck, and fairly prominent canines. If a floating boy wasn't convincing enough that he wasn't exactly human. Either way, he was steadfastly refusing to look down at the water.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 27, 2019 23:35:05 GMT -5
Archie 2 | Rubber Duck Room | mintedstar/fur Archie chuckled at his response, finding it to be wildly endearing. Patiently he waited for him to take his hand, deciding that if he didn't and instead just fell in that it would be appropriate to jump in after him. Thankfully it didn't come to that, and after the offered hand was grappled he slowly pulled him back over to the boat and lifted him into it. "There, see? Right as rain! Perhaps a bit too much rain," he added, looking out at the vast expanse of water. Turning back to the shorter fellow, he offered his cheeriest smile. "You've got a lovely pair of eyes in you, don't see gold very often. What's your name?" he asked, taking a step away from him and kneeling down to settle himself at the blond's height. Always seemed better that way. Better than having his wonderful height imposing any kind of intimidation... Usually. Or rather, thats what he'd been told. Whatever, he liked kids. Especially floaty ones. Cool kids indeed.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 28, 2019 0:31:42 GMT -5
Adrian wasn't sure if he felt more steady on the rubber ... duck ... or whether he preferred to be levitating. It didn't feel much more steady under his feet. He felt like this was a dream - it was weird enough to be like that. But it didn't have the same consistency as one. He wasn't stupid. He knew magic existed. But that didn't mean he understood what was happening. Instead, he reached out a hand over the water, concentrating. He could feel his training sword. It was almost further than he could reach. But he father would probably be really annoyed if he lost it - and who knew if he would need it. It took a second, and even then he kept loosing his concentration. But finally, something burst out of the water and flew straight for Adrian. Unlike with his unsteady levitation, Adrian had at least mastered catching the sword before it impaled him. It still had a point on it, and it would have likely hurt no matter how it hit him. Even still, it stung as it hit his hand and he nearly dropped it again. "This isn't a sea, is it?" he asked, sounding nervous. He was holding his sword now, looking around at his surroundings. But it didn't really match up. And Archie being in the middle of it made about as much sense as him being in the middle of it. He glanced at Archie, eyebrows knitting together as if he didn't really understand the comment about his eyes. His father had red eyes and his mother had blue. He wasn't sure if his eye color was unusual. Archie's were purple, so what leg did he have to stand on. "Adrian Ţepeş," he said. "What's yours?" Then, unabashedly, he added, "What are you?"
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 28, 2019 0:47:35 GMT -5
Archie 2 | Rubber Duck Room | mintedstar/furHis interest piqued as he watched Adrian beckon the sword he'd dropped straight from the water. What a neat trick! And it must have gone down pretty far. While he was doing that, he himself stood back up and did a little stretch. That is, until he inquired about the origin of the water around them. "Hmmm..." He thought about it for a long moment; could be, sea's were pretty big. But weren't they what separated continents? Maybe there was more to it than that. Only one way to find out for sure... Then strode up to the side of the duck again and bent at the hip, slamming his face into the water and inhaling. Upon returning to an upright position one would see his cheeks thoroughly puffed out, until he swallowed. "Nope, waters not salty," he said, proud and certain. "You needn't worry, I won't let you sink so long as I'm here. What about that floating thing you can do, though? Is it time sensitive?" he asked. Adrian's two following questions made him smile almost sweetly. "Archie's my name, you can call me anything you deem fitting, though. I'm... Hm. A creature wielding great power. The bounds of which have shrunken significantly due to the confinements of our current location." It then occurred to him that this poor young fellow must be a newbie. Oh dear, he thought, someone should enlighten him about where they were. Wait A Minute. Well, time to fulfill his responsibilities as designated adult supervision. "Oh! This is The Paradox House(tm). Its hard to say what it really is, but the ones that come here speculate that its a tear between realms and worlds, I believe. Its own little pocket between time and space. Weather or not it has sentience is highly debatable, but it pulls people from their world at its own will. They call it "blinking". Not to worry! Everything in your world stops when you come here, and resumes when you go back. ... I think thats all you need to know, but if you see someone else it might serve to ask them. I'm a bit new myself," he admitted, reaching up to ruffle his stringy wet hair.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 28, 2019 1:42:33 GMT -5
Adrian stared with complete amazement as Archie just stuck his whole face into the water. What? Why would someone do that? He wasn't really sure what Archie had intended to do by that, but when he came up for air (or whatever Archie actually needed) things became a bit clearer. Salt water. Or lack there of. Adrian looked over the side of the duck-boat thing and gulped. He still wouldn't want to be dropped in that. "Uh, no," answered Adrian. "It's not on a time limit. I'm just not very good at it yet." He shifted from foot to foot. He was still learning how to keep his balance and things. His head tilted a bit, not recognizing 'Archie' as a usual name. It wasn't from anywhere he was familiar with. "That's rather ambiguous," said the dhampire in answer to Archie's statement that he was a creature wielding great power. He didn't feel particularly confined in his current location. Other than what reaction he had to the water. He blinked at Archie's explanation. "Okaaaaay then," he said. "Why does a different world have giant yellow boats which resemble animals?" he asked, pointing downward at the current mode of transportation. This was about all he'd caught from Archie's info dump, but he was pretending he understood it and only focusing on the bit he actually got for now.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 28, 2019 4:19:27 GMT -5
Archie 2 | Rubber Duck Room | mintedstar/fur "Oh! I see, I see. No harm in that, and you seemed to be doin a pretty good job keeping yourself out of the water, so good for you," he said cheerfully, grinning down at Adrian. With this knowledge he concluded that whatever this kid was he probably hadn't been that for very long. Or he wasn't very old. Interesting, he thought; His ability to pull his sword back to him seemed pretty well practiced, could he have other abilities as well? Best ask, but maybe not yet. The comment on his statement pulled him out of his thoughts and he snorted. "It is, but it is fitting. I can do lots of things, but here in The Paradox House(tm) seems to put some sort of damper on my capabilities so now I can do less." As if that were a better explanation. He lifted his hand to his chin and pondered his question, then gently smacked his own face. "Ah! i forgot; In The Paradox House(tm) theres different rooms, since its a house, and theres something different in each room. Doors usually disappear when you walk into a room, or blink into one. Most rooms have some trigger or a task you have to complete before the door out makes itself known. Theres also a living room and hallways you can wander, safest places in the house as far as I'm aware. The room we're in now appears to be a large fresh water pool with no bottom and rubber ducks for boats." He took one glance at the young mans attire and added "Rubber ducks are toys for children to play with when they bathe, not all worlds have them. The House comes up with a lot of different shenanigans, though. I feel like I can faintly recall a room full of bugs, and another full of soft toys that turned into giant monsters as well. Alllll kinnddsss of stuuuufff." After that, it seemed best to end it there. Didn't want to give the lad any kind of overload. Hopefully he hadn't already; he knew his explanation probably wasn't the best someone could give.
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Post by Sησω on Oct 28, 2019 17:58:56 GMT -5
The orange-scaled head wasn't fond about the idea of her current situation being reality, but at the same time the thought of being in an alternate dimension was rather intriguing. "It's nice to meet you too! And you can call me Eri!" she spoke gleefully. Much like the green-scaled head, she couldn't remember her name. She solved the issue by coming up with a nickname off the top of her head. 'Eri' was completely random - it was the first thing she'd thought of. She liked the sound of it, though. If this is real, then that might stick, she thought to herself. This is actually kind of cool, 'Anika' thought to herself. Like the others, she was worried, but she agreed with 'Eri' in a way. Exploration sounded like fun. The lavender-scaled head tuned out of the conversation and listened to the message her brown-scaled companion kept repeating. "I wish so, too," she spoke softly and sighed. She already believed it was real, but she couldn't help but agree. She wanted it to be a dream, and she wanted to be alive. The green-scaled head sighed in frustration. Just as she'd been trying to think about her name, 'Eri' interrupted her. I give up, she thought to herself. Names held power, it was true. To not have a name was to not have an identity. Who am I, now that I don't have a name? she wondered. She'd been a leader, strong and proud. She was the idol of an entire clan! What was she now? I can't be a mindless monster. I can think. As she thought, her eyes stared off into the distance. She didn't seem to notice anything that was going on around her.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 29, 2019 11:07:49 GMT -5
L straightened up, apparently satisfied by whatever he’d see of Joey’s right hand. He glanced from face to face, testing expressions. He paused on Vincent and Myrnin slightly longer than the rest, then went on, landing finally on Shade. “Was it you?” He asked her bluntly, watching her expression very closely. “To be clear, I’m not saying it was. The House wants a lynching, not justice, and I won’t participate in that. It can do what it likes in terms of punishment for that, but I don’t have enough evidence to say anyone is guilty yet.” He pointed at Myrnin. “Obviously, as we all thought it was him, we don’t know what we’re talking about. I vote we abstain.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 29, 2019 11:58:25 GMT -5
Po | Living Room | Aizawa
Po watched silently as Aizawa pulled some sort of vial out of his pocket and poured it directly into his eye. Curiosity tugged at him, and he made a mental note of the action for future reference. Perhaps he was ill, and the substance was a type of medicine. He wasn't thinking about it in relation to Po, though, or if he was, he was doing a good job at blocking off that particular thought. So without asking more questions, there was little he could do to find out. And for now, there were more pressing questions on his mind.
As the strange man grinned at him, he shifted in his seat a little, uncomfortable under the intensity of the expression. He could still feel his grace running up against the barrier in the other's mind, filling his head with a constant buzz of static which was almost painful to listen to. This frustrated him - he'd never encountered anyone who'd specifically trained themselves to resist a mindreading grace. But even more disconcerting was the fact that he was making an effort to resist it at all - that meant that even without his grace to listen in for him, he could surmise that Aizawa hadn't entirely been convinced by his act. Which meant that he was either a very clever person, or had a grace of his own that was aiding his investigations.
Neither option made Po particularly comfortable, but he swallowed his doubts and focused his mind in on what Aizawa was actually saying, determined not to do anything to add to his suspicions.
"Who named it the Paradox House?" he asked at last, not taking his odd-eyed gaze off the other as he spoke. "How do you know that's what it's called?"
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You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 29, 2019 15:16:28 GMT -5
Aizawa | Time Warped Living Room | Rue Evidently she was not fine. Manifestation or not, Aizawa would be lying if he said the strangled tone of her voice didn't make his chest tighten slightly. He blinked slowly, then rose. "Sure," he said gruffly. It would also be a lie if he said he was agreeing to go into a room solely because he wanted to see more of this 'House'. He didn't have his capture weapon on him, unfortunately, which meant it was necessary to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his head saying this could be a very bad idea. -- Aizawa | Living Room | Po Aizawa shrugged slightly, walking over to slump on the couch. "Don't know. A dog told me." With that extremely unhelpful answer said, he leaned back, making himself comfortable. Whether Po would find that extremely disconcerting or not would be interesting and give him clues about the boy's world. "You never told me your name," he added after a moment. -- Daud | M&M Room | Everybody
Seeming completely unperturbed by Enjolras's glare, Daud's eyes narrowed, flickering from person to person as his brow furrowed. He shook his head slightly, taking another drag from the cigar. Seeming to lose interest entirely again, he silently watched the others to see what the decision would be until L turned on Shade. Cold eyes flickered to her, then to Myrnin, then to L, then back to Shade.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 29, 2019 15:39:40 GMT -5
Shade nodded as Touka spoke, closing her eyes for a moment meanwhile. "Now we start speaking sense..." she mumbled. Lifting her head, she then cast her eyes to the shifty blond beanpole when Myrnin called him out and watched him with a blank stare and maybe a hint of a smile. But when L asked her a very straightforward question, the ghost of amusement was gone. She looked mildly started by the question in the way she snapped to face him, pulling her eyebrows together to form a perplexed expression. "... I agree with you completely. There's no use in getting riled up when we lack so much in evidence." The body grabbed her attention briefly, then it shifted back to L, then to the body, then back again. Her perplexed frown still present. "And no. As far as I'm aware, it was not me."
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Oct 29, 2019 15:52:52 GMT -5
Morrigan immediately knew when she blinked into the House- the biting wind blowing into her face suddenly stuttered to a stop, and was replaced by somewhat dusty and still air. She lowered her umbrella from where, a second ago, it had been perched on the Brolly Rail. Truth be told, she was annoyed it happened then- what if she fell when she blinked back? A different part of her, however, was thrilled to be here once more. She looked around, smiling slightly as she took in her surroundings. She was in a warehouse, filled with vehicles beyond her knowledge. There was everything from planes to limosines- she could even see what looked like an arachnipod in the corner. She hadn't seen Octavia in ages... In fact, since the day she'd arrived in Nevermoor, around two years ago now. Did Jupiter still have it? Morrigan hoped so. It was amazing, if slightly stomach-churning when ridden. She edged closer to one of the vehicles in front of her, eager to take a look.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 29, 2019 18:17:42 GMT -5
Po | Living Room | Aizawa
"A....a dog."
Po's's eyebrows shot up, and his first instinct was to laugh, or ask Aizawa if that was really the best he could come up with. But then, he remembered - he had heard something equally ridiculous inside the man's head before he'd been cut off from his thoughts. And he'd been sincere, then, so he was probably sincere now.
"Um...right," he said lamely, trying to come up with an expression that might make it look like he believed him. How exactly did you approach a situation like this? The man was clearly mad. It was probably best not to annoy him. "Naturally. Of course, a dog." Then, remembering he'd asked for his name, he went on, despite feeling thoroughly off-kilter now, between the confusing situation and this damn static ringing in his ears. "Oh, sorry. It's Po...just Po."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 29, 2019 22:11:20 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," Kid said, and he meant it. There might have been some sympathy in his voice, but it was very light. Mostly, there was just understanding. He had lost people before - most notably his father. But for Sherlock there was a slight difference. Sherlock didn't have a lot of people to call friends. He could have been slightly offended that Sherlock considered John and Mary his only friends in the world. He liked to think that he was Sherlock's friend. And yet, he had to smile because it was good that Sherlock could say he had friends. Even if one wasn't alive anymore. "I see." There was a long pause to follow. There was a lot of baggage by the sound of it. A lot of things which Sherlock didn't want to talk about. Kid wished he could allow the questions to rest. "Why do you think it was your fault?" he said, words softer than he had intended them to be. "I'm not sure what the House wants from you either ..." He wished he did. He wished there was a way he could move the target. But he also knew that there wasn't any way he could help Sherlock if he didn't know what was happening. And he ... knew that he hadn't known what was happening with Sherlock for a long time. He still vaguely remembered the first room he had ever been in. He had seen something of Sherlock's greatest fear - or worst memory - but he had never questioned it. He had never asked if the man was okay. Sherlock always seemed like he was capable of going without worrying about such things. Maybe that had been foolish of Kid to believe. Sherlock hadn’t intended to exclude Kid, but he didn’t notice that he had, either. Everything in his head was jumbled, disorganized, and it was bothering him. Of course it was his fault. He was beginning to genuinely suspect everything that had ever gone wrong in his life was, really. “John and Mary had a child.” He began. His hands were actually shaking, but his voice was finally close to steady as he forced himself to explain, out loud, exactly what mess he had caused. “Probably the smartest little girl in the world. John, my blogger -“ He corrected himself. ”- friend. He said he trusted me. He said he always had, even when I was spiraling and the world was folding in on itself. Even when I barely trusted myself. he gave a bitter chuckle. “It’s my fault Mary’s gone. I should have protected her. John and I both know that, but still, he continued to trust me, continued to believe every word I said, even when I lied to his face. He said I took his trust in both hands and smashed it.” He was reciting what he’d been told, but he might as well have been using his own words. He knew he wasn’t falsely accused this time. This time, he was the one to blame for every disgusted look thrown at him, every angry word, or worse; every glance that tore at him because those eyes used to watch him in awe. Stunned by his achievements. His intellect. “I lost the girl.” He said finally, and his voice was flat and almost cold. “I was watching her. I was supposed to be protecting her, and they took her away without a fight. When they came to 221b Baker Street, I was trying to solve a puzzle, crack the case before John came back. They must have knocked her out or she would have screamed when the carried her away right out from under me. I don’t know where she is now, I don’t even know if she’s alive, because I can’t solve anything when it actually matters.”He snorted and turned away. If anyone was watching, they would have seen him brush angrily at his eyes, then tilt his head back with a short, harsh laugh. “So there you go, Kid. There you go, House. You wanted a confession, there it is. I could defend myself, plead guilty because ‘I didn’t mean to’.” His voice went up several octaves as he mocked himself. “But it happened anyway, and I didn’t stop it, so what good does pleading innocent do anyone?”
There was a cold feeling within Kid's chest. It felt like his own heart had stopped and he had to lift his hand, pressing it to his own chest just to see that it was still working. Sherlock's revolution ... wasn't as shocking as it could have been. Ever since the names had turned up Kid had been aware of the fact that Sherlock had very deep feelings that he had been unwilling to share. "Then don't plead," he said, unable to keep his voice quiet because of the distance but also unable to find the strength in his words to speak very loudly. "Do something about it." He chewed on his lip. "I think there is a point to this room, Sherlock. A reason for the names." He reached out to the wall again, his head still brushing against the glass. He looked at the fogged glass, still showing no new scenes that he felt were relevant. "I think the House is trying ... No. Start again." Kid wasn't sure how to say this. Wasn't sure if Sherlock would fight it. "There's only one way we're going to get out of this room. You can only see so much. You need my help." He took a breath in, then slowly breathed out. "You don't have to work out the problem in your world alone either." He tapped against the window, one chipped fingernail scratching against the dirt. "You can be guilty. You can do wrong. I don't care. How you deal with it is another thing. Are you trying to solve this alone - like you always do - or do you have help?" He hated to say this, but ... "You don't have your friend - you 'blogger' - anymore. You're good at solving mysteries, Sherlock. But you're horrible at interacting with people. Take a step back, think about it. Who would take her? Who would benefit?" He tapped at the glass again. "I think we need to think about that here too." He started scrubbing at the wall with his sleeve. "And I think you need to start asking for help."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 30, 2019 2:08:17 GMT -5
There was a whole new wave of confusion which Archie was bring on Adrian. There was just so much to focus on, so the dhampire payed more attention to the fact that if this was a 'room' then there weren't any walls. And there were also these 'ducks' which he couldn't really comprehend very well. He got they were toys, but he wasn't sure what purpose it served to have them in this setting. He was kind of wondering if this was another world he should be familiar with, honestly ... But Archie seemed at least slightly more experienced with all of this, so Adrian just said, "What do we do now?" He leaned just a bit forward, looking down into the dark water. Dark was one way to put it. He didn't want to fall in. "We're not expected to swim, are we?" asked Adrian, sounding a bit worried. He looked it too, though he was trying not to show it. Who knew what could be down there. The idea terrified him just a little. The bright yellow duck didn't quite help with that. Instead he glanced back at Archie and mulled over his own thoughts about what Archie was. Not a vampire (the horn gave that away). Maybe a demon of some kind? It seemed most likely. "Can any of your abilities get us out of here?" he questioned instead, slightly suspiciously.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 30, 2019 15:49:12 GMT -5
Well, that wasn’t a solid no, anyway, which gave Rue a trickle of hope. Maybe that meant she could learn whatever it was he’d done in time to use it in the Games. Probably not, but she hadn’t survived this long by giving up, and she wasn’t about to start now. The it was the other kids she had to worry about, which meant she had to think like a kid to outsmart them. Which was easy, for the simple reason that she was, in fact, also a kid. She was right. There had been something up with his hands. Rue wondered what he meant by “healed” if he was still having trouble with them, then chided herself, because hadn’t she seen enough scars by now to recognize what they looked like? Kid’s hands would never work the same again, she was willing to bet that much. She let herself wonder what had happened to him, but asking seemed a bit too invasive...at least until he invited more questions. “What happened?” She asked simply, nodding to his hands. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I know what scars look like.” Kid had been aware that Rue was curious. He'd even invited the questions. But the fact that he'd talked so little about what had happened - to anyone - stopped him from elaborating too much on the full story. "Something fell on them," he said, meeting her eyes for a second, then looking away. "I was holding up something heavy. Part of it collapsed on my arms." He almost winced at the memory. At least he hadn't been conscious for most of it. "I spent some time having them healed, but it wasn't done by a ... medical professional ... you could say." By some time he didn't even mean a couple days. But Rue didn't know the details of his world, so the context would mean nothing to her. He left off the fact that it hadn't worked. The fact that he'd died anyway. He shook the thought away with a slight tilted of the head. "What about you?" he asked. "What do you do in your world?" He needed a change of conversation. “Oh.” Rue wasn’t sure what else to say about that. She’d been right the first time, it seemed. This was something he didn’t really want to talk about in depth with someone he’d just met, and she couldn’t really blame him for that. After all, she hardly wanted to talk about herself all that much, either. As though the thought had summoned it, Kid continued, asking her about herself. She hesitated, because what could she say? What did she do? ”I do a lot of things. She said finally, and there was a definite shift in her tone. It had gotten lower and quieter, and some of the curiousity had leaked out of it. “I pick fruit in the orchards, and help with the harvest. I whistle to signal the end of the day. I...” She broke off, looking away. “I used to do that stuff, anyway. I’ll probably never do it again though.” She would probably never go home. She didn’t want to think about this anymore, but she knew she couldn’t stop Kid from asking questions, not now that she’d said all that.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 30, 2019 15:55:35 GMT -5
Rue | Time Warped Loving Room | Aizawa Rue was relieved when Aizawa stood up to follow her, because maybe that meant he wasn’t going to call her out on her blatant lie. Maybe. At any rate, a room should distract both of them well enough. She turned and headed for the hall a bit too quickly, glancing over her shoulder to see if he was following. “I should warn you, they can be dangerous sometimes.” She said after a moment, because what if he was really new and didn’t know about that yet? She didn’t want to get him hurt just because she needed to think about something else for a while. Her face still felt weird from the camouflage. She couldn’t help hoping there would be some way to get the paint off in the rooms, although somehow she doubted the House was going to be that nice to her. Life in general didn’t seem to feel particularly charitable at the moment. “They can be fun, too.” She went on, and stepped into the vast hall. It always took her breath away, the door after door stretching farther than she could see or imagine, each one exactly the same. It was both familiar and strange, and she couldn’t help loving it, just a little bit.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 30, 2019 16:07:58 GMT -5
Sherlock hadn’t intended to exclude Kid, but he didn’t notice that he had, either. Everything in his head was jumbled, disorganized, and it was bothering him. Of course it was his fault. He was beginning to genuinely suspect everything that had ever gone wrong in his life was, really. “John and Mary had a child.” He began. His hands were actually shaking, but his voice was finally close to steady as he forced himself to explain, out loud, exactly what mess he had caused. “Probably the smartest little girl in the world. John, my blogger -“ He corrected himself. ”- friend. He said he trusted me. He said he always had, even when I was spiraling and the world was folding in on itself. Even when I barely trusted myself. he gave a bitter chuckle. “It’s my fault Mary’s gone. I should have protected her. John and I both know that, but still, he continued to trust me, continued to believe every word I said, even when I lied to his face. He said I took his trust in both hands and smashed it.” He was reciting what he’d been told, but he might as well have been using his own words. He knew he wasn’t falsely accused this time. This time, he was the one to blame for every disgusted look thrown at him, every angry word, or worse; every glance that tore at him because those eyes used to watch him in awe. Stunned by his achievements. His intellect. “I lost the girl.” He said finally, and his voice was flat and almost cold. “I was watching her. I was supposed to be protecting her, and they took her away without a fight. When they came to 221b Baker Street, I was trying to solve a puzzle, crack the case before John came back. They must have knocked her out or she would have screamed when the carried her away right out from under me. I don’t know where she is now, I don’t even know if she’s alive, because I can’t solve anything when it actually matters.”He snorted and turned away. If anyone was watching, they would have seen him brush angrily at his eyes, then tilt his head back with a short, harsh laugh. “So there you go, Kid. There you go, House. You wanted a confession, there it is. I could defend myself, plead guilty because ‘I didn’t mean to’.” His voice went up several octaves as he mocked himself. “But it happened anyway, and I didn’t stop it, so what good does pleading innocent do anyone?”
There was a cold feeling within Kid's chest. It felt like his own heart had stopped and he had to lift his hand, pressing it to his own chest just to see that it was still working. Sherlock's revolution ... wasn't as shocking as it could have been. Ever since the names had turned up Kid had been aware of the fact that Sherlock had very deep feelings that he had been unwilling to share. "Then don't plead," he said, unable to keep his voice quiet because of the distance but also unable to find the strength in his words to speak very loudly. "Do something about it." He chewed on his lip. "I think there is a point to this room, Sherlock. A reason for the names." He reached out to the wall again, his head still brushing against the glass. He looked at the fogged glass, still showing no new scenes that he felt were relevant. "I think the House is trying ... No. Start again." Kid wasn't sure how to say this. Wasn't sure if Sherlock would fight it. "There's only one way we're going to get out of this room. You can only see so much. You need my help." He took a breath in, then slowly breathed out. "You don't have to work out the problem in your world alone either." He tapped against the window, one chipped fingernail scratching against the dirt. "You can be guilty. You can do wrong. I don't care. How you deal with it is another thing. Are you trying to solve this alone - like you always do - or do you have help?" He hated to say this, but ... "You don't have your friend - you 'blogger' - anymore. You're good at solving mysteries, Sherlock. But you're horrible at interacting with people. Take a step back, think about it. Who would take her? Who would benefit?" He tapped at the glass again. "I think we need to think about that here too." He started scrubbing at the wall with his sleeve. "And I think you need to start asking for help." Sherlock listened, feeling his own heart beat relentlessly in his chest. He was trying. He was trying so hard to do something about it, but nothing worked. He tried to solve the puzzle in time, crack the case, catch the villain, but.... But maybe he wasn’t as smart as he pretended to be. No. This hurt. He knew that Kid was trying to help, and it only made him feel even more lost and alone, because he couldn’t. He didn’t need help. He was alone, all alone, him and the papers scattered haphazardly across his desk, the books piled high. So many answers to so many questions he hadn’t asked. “Don’t you think I’ve already asked myself that?” He snapped, turning away, his head in his hands. He didn’t need friends, he didn’t have help. He didn’t know how. ”The point of this room is to find out something about us, like every other room.” He went on, his tone low and rough. “The House doesn’t care. The House isn’t trying to help me with this. We’re just test subjects in an endless experiment, and I’m tired.” He turned suddenly and hit the glass. Hard. A humorless chuckle escaped him, and he stared at the figures, still moving, he’d forgotten which was which. “I’m not going to win this round.” He said flatly. “They’re all going to die. You think I need help? You think if I just learn my weakness everything will turn out all right? It won’t. If I can’t solve this, no one can.” It wounded stuck up, and maybe it was. But at least he was being completely honest now.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Oct 30, 2019 20:07:47 GMT -5
(Hey, zeph!, sorry for taking so long to reply! Was having internet issues for awhile, and then I got caught up with other things while waiting for that to sort itself out. I think I'm just going to consider my character blinked out at this point if that's alright, since my muse for her has kinda fizzled out atm. If you'd like, I could drop someone else in for you though!)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 30, 2019 23:20:14 GMT -5
Vincent | m&m room | @/everyone but mostly ®Hawkpath® and Iceclaw Vincent looked around, frowning as the others in the room continued to dismiss the vampire and his behavior. He sighed, casting Myrnin a foul glance. He then turned his pale eyes sharply towards L, blinking in surprise at what he asked Shade. He chuckled slightly, rolling his eyes as he looked over at the mangled and picked through corpse. There was still a smirk tugging on his face while Shade’s answer tumbled out, his finger moving to rest gently against his lip as he processed her words. While he stood his hand moved up and scratched absently at his throat - abruptly flinching in surprise and coming to a quick stop when he remembered the bandage there. He’d been standing aimlessly for a while, blank expression, when the man suddenly perked up as the detective declared his intentions. “Abstain?” He echoed, scoffing. He leaned towards the scrawny man, eyes traveling up and down him with an impossible to read fascination. “What do you do for a living, again?” He asked sweetly, pushing on before anyone might respond, his voice turning with a sharp tone in next words; “Huh? Pay attention!” He physically snapped in the man’s direction, abrasive despite his ridicule being spoken with a grin. “Or are you wanting to stick around all day....?” he went on, now considering the others as he looked around, smiling. “Until that thing starts to smell, hmm?” He pressed, eyes wide and excited. He was smiling the whole time, seeming to enjoy the moment. He proceeded with the point at hand; “Regardless of if abstaining will work or not, don’t bullshit me about it being about a lack of evidence.” His tone grew harsher once more, but his smile hadn’t wavered. His intense eyes were fixed on L for a moment longer before he tilted his head back slightly, pale stare landing on Daud. “If the killer’s life were in danger...” he drawled, sitting up straight again, eyes back on L, “perhaps they should’ve tried a little harder to cover it up.” He chuckled. His venomous glare suddenly lit up with the same lighthearted energy he carried before he’d gotten so chatty. “Unless I’ve missed something!” He suggested innocently, smiling sheepishly as he looked towards Shade.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 30, 2019 23:49:05 GMT -5
"You're one to talk," Myrnin scoffed. His eyes narrowed just a little as he looked at Vincent. "I don't actually see you voting, Vice. Not a word." He took a step forward, his one inch missing the atmosphere a vampire might have had - the addition of being lightly covered in his own blood helped though. His arm was still gingerly held, but he'd been silent that long that he had practically forgotten that it was still injured. "So, Mr. Vice ... what is your verdict? If you are completely finished menacing the other blinkers." He cast a swift look around, his own gaze jerking off of Shade before snapping back to Vincent. "Or perhaps you have a reason for not voting?" His words purred, like he was proving some point.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 30, 2019 23:57:27 GMT -5
Kid had been aware that Rue was curious. He'd even invited the questions. But the fact that he'd talked so little about what had happened - to anyone - stopped him from elaborating too much on the full story. "Something fell on them," he said, meeting her eyes for a second, then looking away. "I was holding up something heavy. Part of it collapsed on my arms." He almost winced at the memory. At least he hadn't been conscious for most of it. "I spent some time having them healed, but it wasn't done by a ... medical professional ... you could say." By some time he didn't even mean a couple days. But Rue didn't know the details of his world, so the context would mean nothing to her. He left off the fact that it hadn't worked. The fact that he'd died anyway. He shook the thought away with a slight tilted of the head. "What about you?" he asked. "What do you do in your world?" He needed a change of conversation. “Oh.” Rue wasn’t sure what else to say about that. She’d been right the first time, it seemed. This was something he didn’t really want to talk about in depth with someone he’d just met, and she couldn’t really blame him for that. After all, she hardly wanted to talk about herself all that much, either. As though the thought had summoned it, Kid continued, asking her about herself. She hesitated, because what could she say? What did she do? ”I do a lot of things. She said finally, and there was a definite shift in her tone. It had gotten lower and quieter, and some of the curiousity had leaked out of it. “I pick fruit in the orchards, and help with the harvest. I whistle to signal the end of the day. I...” She broke off, looking away. “I used to do that stuff, anyway. I’ll probably never do it again though.” She would probably never go home. She didn’t want to think about this anymore, but she knew she couldn’t stop Kid from asking questions, not now that she’d said all that. It was pretty clear that they'd both run into topics that they both really didn't want to talk about. Kid supposed that was partly his fault. He had let his curiosity get away from him. And he was curious. But he wanted to go gently with this. He didn't want to make an enemy of Rue. He wanted to be something else. He wouldn't mind being a friend ... Instead, he said, "I see. Well ..." And then he held out his hand, as if offering to lead her somewhere. "Never say never. What do you say? Want to go into a room and see if the House wants to favor us with an orchard room?" His smile was as kind as he could make it. He didn't know the situation - why Rue couldn't do what she clearly missed - but then again he had lost the ability to do something too. He'd only recently learned how to get it back. If he could give Rue a bit of her spirit back, then that was exactly what he wanted to do. Anyway .... this way she didn't have to feel cornered with his questions.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 31, 2019 0:31:46 GMT -5
There was a cold feeling within Kid's chest. It felt like his own heart had stopped and he had to lift his hand, pressing it to his own chest just to see that it was still working. Sherlock's revolution ... wasn't as shocking as it could have been. Ever since the names had turned up Kid had been aware of the fact that Sherlock had very deep feelings that he had been unwilling to share. "Then don't plead," he said, unable to keep his voice quiet because of the distance but also unable to find the strength in his words to speak very loudly. "Do something about it." He chewed on his lip. "I think there is a point to this room, Sherlock. A reason for the names." He reached out to the wall again, his head still brushing against the glass. He looked at the fogged glass, still showing no new scenes that he felt were relevant. "I think the House is trying ... No. Start again." Kid wasn't sure how to say this. Wasn't sure if Sherlock would fight it. "There's only one way we're going to get out of this room. You can only see so much. You need my help." He took a breath in, then slowly breathed out. "You don't have to work out the problem in your world alone either." He tapped against the window, one chipped fingernail scratching against the dirt. "You can be guilty. You can do wrong. I don't care. How you deal with it is another thing. Are you trying to solve this alone - like you always do - or do you have help?" He hated to say this, but ... "You don't have your friend - you 'blogger' - anymore. You're good at solving mysteries, Sherlock. But you're horrible at interacting with people. Take a step back, think about it. Who would take her? Who would benefit?" He tapped at the glass again. "I think we need to think about that here too." He started scrubbing at the wall with his sleeve. "And I think you need to start asking for help." Sherlock listened, feeling his own heart beat relentlessly in his chest. He was trying. He was trying so hard to do something about it, but nothing worked. He tried to solve the puzzle in time, crack the case, catch the villain, but.... But maybe he wasn’t as smart as he pretended to be. No. This hurt. He knew that Kid was trying to help, and it only made him feel even more lost and alone, because he couldn’t. He didn’t need help. He was alone, all alone, him and the papers scattered haphazardly across his desk, the books piled high. So many answers to so many questions he hadn’t asked. “Don’t you think I’ve already asked myself that?” He snapped, turning away, his head in his hands. He didn’t need friends, he didn’t have help. He didn’t know how. ”The point of this room is to find out something about us, like every other room.” He went on, his tone low and rough. “The House doesn’t care. The House isn’t trying to help me with this. We’re just test subjects in an endless experiment, and I’m tired.” He turned suddenly and hit the glass. Hard. A humorless chuckle escaped him, and he stared at the figures, still moving, he’d forgotten which was which. “I’m not going to win this round.” He said flatly. “They’re all going to die. You think I need help? You think if I just learn my weakness everything will turn out all right? It won’t. If I can’t solve this, no one can.” It wounded stuck up, and maybe it was. But at least he was being completely honest now. As Sherlock's words got darker, Kid seemed to find more reason to put more strength back into his own muscles. "That might all be true," he said. "I know you've asked yourself that. I know you've probably asked yourself that a hundred times. But I haven't. If you want to believe that the House is against us - that we're lab rats - than I'm fine with that. It doesn't matter. There's always a test. And always a bigger test that none of us can solve or see. The House doesn't have to be helping you. I will. You can state you're alone all you like, Sherlock Holmes. But it wont work. Too late now. You're already my friend and I will be damned if I'm going to leave you to this. I don't need to give you the correct answers - I don't need to solve this. Glory to Sherlock; I don't care." He tapped his foot against the metal plating under his feet. He didn't even flinch when Sherlock hit the glass. He'd seen something like that coming. "I think you always need help, Sherlock," Kid pointed out. "From day one that I met you. If I'm remembering right, you blinked in flat on your back and then not long after we both proceeded to get thoroughly mentally beaten by the House in my first room. I think you have so many weaknesses that I'd hardly be able to find spaces between them. But you're brilliant. And I think that's your worst weakness out of the lot. It's the last thing your friend John needs." He started scrubbing at the glass again, as if this was some sort of answer as well. "You think you're going to solve this by some equation on the wall and vague red string connecting everything. You think that your brilliance should be getting you out of this. At the very least you think you've somehow had some failing because you can't come up with even the first clue." Kid breathed out. "You lost that ability, Sherlock. You're not going to find the girl. Not when you're like this. It will never happen. Not even a remote possibility, unless you believe in blind, dumb luck. And the more you push people away the more lost you'll get." Kid grinned with some furious energy at the glass, which was slowly giving up its smudges. "So be tired, Sherlock. You're allowed. But you do not get to dictate whether I help you or not. You do not get to reject my abilities. You do not get to pretend that I am not your friend or that you are all alone. You are not allowed. Those, believe it or not, are things the amazing Sherlock Holmes cannot control. So I am going to help you. You will solve the case. Not me, not the police, not John. You're going to. But you're going to have my help every second from now onward whether you like it or not." He lowered his arm, panting a bit. His suit - the black one he had for work - was coated in dirt. Even black couldn't hide that. The arm he'd been using to scrub throbbed, though whatever irritated nerves he had quickly healed. His breath caught, he said, no longer with as much power but still meaning every word, "If I have to try and find answers only with this limited information ... if I have to come up with any and every way possible to assist you with this ... I will. I'm more stubborn than you. Fight it however you like. I'll win."
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Oct 31, 2019 5:34:44 GMT -5
(Hey, zeph! , sorry for taking so long to reply! Was having internet issues for awhile, and then I got caught up with other things while waiting for that to sort itself out. I think I'm just going to consider my character blinked out at this point if that's alright, since my muse for her has kinda fizzled out atm. If you'd like, I could drop someone else in for you though!) Okay- that would be awesome, thanks. ^w^
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Oct 31, 2019 12:00:20 GMT -5
(Hey, zeph! , sorry for taking so long to reply! Was having internet issues for awhile, and then I got caught up with other things while waiting for that to sort itself out. I think I'm just going to consider my character blinked out at this point if that's alright, since my muse for her has kinda fizzled out atm. If you'd like, I could drop someone else in for you though!) Okay- that would be awesome, thanks. ^w^ (Alright, any preferences on who I use?)
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