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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 10, 2019 21:29:56 GMT -5
"Hmm, you have a great point. You would have to be in a boat, or on an..." she looked toward the horizon with the small, green dot, "...island." She appreciated his scrutiny of the situation though, deciding not to belittle the comment so much. "Oh," the student added, "Don't worry. It looks like this kind of water somehow isn't fluid, and it also won't work against vampires. That won't stop you from getting seasick though." Ougi paced out toward the boat now, having finished going in circles, and didn't so much as glance back toward him over her shoulder to be sure he followed. She walked like one would walk down the hallway of a school, or in a line at a fast food restaurant: mundane steps, but with a purpose that she would soon fulfill. She even seemed to be reaching out toward the boat as if that would make the process develop faster. "In a room like this, you proceed to where you are not. In other words, you continue to discover something new until you discover the answer, whether the newness is something physical or mental. So in a room like this, you follow the most obvious clue; trickery usually doesn't appeal to this place." "Apparently not," said Maladict, still looking as close as a vampire could to pale. "'Seasick'. Appropriately named." He glanced toward the green dot, wondering if it was an illusion as well. He took in what she said about the room, curious, as he followed. He hadn't expected it to be as straightforward as that. Usually practitioners of magic rarely actually did any magic. At least for the few witches he'd had the misfortune to meet. They were more for trickery or practical magic than they were for the flashy wand and broom style of things. "So ... if that's the case," he said after a second. "Shouldn't we be questioning why we can walk on this water like it's the ground? That sounds like it would follow the same principle." Ougi glanced down at the ground when he mentioned questioning it, but then she looked back up to the horizon toward which she walked. "There isn't much to question when this place is so straightforward. At least, that seems to be the consensus around here. When it isn't straightforward is where it gets most interesting, wouldn't you say, Maladict?" The student definitely said that part with a smile. Her short black hair flowed in the breeze, and she almost showed signs of enjoying the weather; her gait was relaxed, and her shoulders low. She brought her hands together behind her back and her sleeves flopped around with her stride. "It's funny the way you think about magic," she added, even though he hadn't said anything aloud of the sort. She added it in a way that it was simply tacked on to her previous statement, just subtle enough that it even had the chance of passing through the conversation naturally and unnoticed. "Anyway, the sooner we get to the boat the sooner we find out if it actually functions as one. I wonder if it is stationary..."
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Feb 10, 2019 22:39:33 GMT -5
Sam didn't seem to notice Nico's choice of seating being out of the ordinary. He had offered half the couch, after all. Instead he leaned his elbow on the couch, then had to fight the awkward, overlarge sweater just to find his hand so he could play with the necklace around his neck. "Just a second actually," he muttered. He was done with this thing. He pulled the sweater over his head, revealing a black t-shirt with a band logo on the front. He bundled the sweater up, aimed for the furthest chair, and tossed it like a basketball. His aim was accurate and the bundle of clothing landed in the seat. Free! thought Sam. This also meant a lot more of his sickly pale skin was exposed, but it was better than getting lost in his own clothing. He looked back at Nico, still with the small smile on his own face. "Sorry. I've been stuck in that thing all day. You'd think I would have thought to take it off by now, since I blinked in a couple minutes ago." He wasn't aware that blinking in as much as he had for two days straight wasn't usual. He studied Nico, generally taking in his appearance. His brain had completely missed the sword the first time and he blinked several times at it. "Do you role play or something? That's a super awesome sword!" Nico processed the band logo for a moment, making a mental note to look them up when he got home as soon as the war was over. Not only to see if he and Sam were in the same world, but also because he just liked the logo. It looked like the type of music he might like. He didn't say anything about Sam's skin tone though, far too aware that his own was just as sickly. "I don't mind," he replied mildly. He really didn't. If there weren't something comforting about his overlarge jacket, he likely would take it off when he blinked in as well. He tensed slightly when Sam noticed the sword, but gave a tight smile at the compliment. He drew the sword from its sheath, letting it catch the light - or rather, display that the metal was wicked sharp and darker than any ordinary metal. Not exactly very reflective, either. "It... well, no. I... I guess you could say I fight monsters. This... well, it's the only one of its kind. One of the only metals on Earth that can hurt both mortals and monsters." He glanced at Sam, taking a wild leap of faith. "You can hold it, if you want. Just be careful not to cut yourself or me."
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Post by strider on Feb 10, 2019 22:43:30 GMT -5
dawn Combeferre grinned as the girl reacted to his presence. At least she didn't seem hostile. "Hello!" he replied, his accent hitting the word hard. He figured more people spoke English so it would be better to speak it here even if the House did translate everything. At least then he'd know he had made a solid effort. He waved back, grinning widely. He liked the fact that her hands were so colorful. "My name is Combeferre. What's yours?" "Cool accent!" Clementine oohed, unaware that if Combeferre spoke his native language she'd still be able to understand him. She grinned back at him, honestly just happy and excited to finally meet another kid. It was all well and good at the motel, but it was just her and Duck and she missed being around others within her age. "I'm Clementine," she said. "Have you been here before?" Combeferre blushed slightly. Logically, he knew he had an accent because he'd only started to really learn English a few years before, but he had never really spoken to anyone who was a native English speaker. He had only been marginally aware he'd had an accent. He looked back up at her question. "Yes! Only twice though. And not in this place. The other place had a fireplace and it was all warm and..." he hesitated, the word not coming to mind. "Comfortable," he decided after a moment, though it wasn't the word he'd been searching for.
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Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Feb 10, 2019 22:52:11 GMT -5
(Press F for Mint) There it was, legs still shaking as it struggled along with the main herd. The others kept close to it, protecting it from the eyes of the blinkers. Salsa growled a little under her breath. This was ... problematic. She didn't know how to get it. She was assuming she needed to catch it alive. But those things didn't really look like they wanted to keep her alive. Salsa circled the herd once, finding the net which had been used before in attempt to catch the young deer. The wildclaw grabbed it on the way past. This was something she was more used to. She'd hunted creatures before and taking them alive wasn't a problem. Adjusting the net was a struggle for a second, but by this point the reindeer had caught up again. Even the little young one was there, but hanging near the back. Salsa breathed out slowly, eyes flickering over each of the creatures. Then she darted forward, leaping at the last second, and allowing the snare to be tossed to the wind. It missed the small deer, but she hadn't been aiming for it. Instead, it tangled up in the one which had been closely protecting it. Salsa, in the confusion, grabbed at the small reindeer, even as it complained loudly. Now she had it, however, she wasn't sure what to do. She was in the middle of deadly reindeer. But even as she thought that, the other reindeer disappeared in a flurry of snow, suddenly leaving Salsa standing in the middle of reindeer snowman. The wildclaw blinked, surprised. The small reindeer, still a regular deer, scrambled out of her arms. It seemed perfectly docile now, and looked back at Salsa as if it wanted her to follow it. It darted toward a tree, then back, then to the tree again and pawed at it. The wildclaw sniffed. Was it that easy? She scrambled out of the snow, walking to the different tree where Vanessa was still caught up in the branched. It took a little, but finally Salsa was carrying the passed out body of the woman. From there, she walked toward the tree the small reindeer indicated, reaching out a talon to rest on the trunk. The world rippled, returning to the living room. Take two. Attempt two. Maybe I should wake her up now. )) There were several more long minutes where Vanessa was out like a light. There was always the possibility she'd blink out when like this. At least no one would have risen an eyebrow on her falling asleep back in her world. She was breathing slowly, breath deep and seeming to be a long way from waking up. Maybe the movement jarred her. Whatever the reason, her eyebrows knitted together and she shifted. It was almost a risk of her falling back asleep, but the House was a bit dangerous to do that in. Her eyes opened with a snap as she jerked upward. She was on the couch. She rubbed at her hair, then stood, stretching. She didn't ask how the room had ended. She just glanced at Salsa, who seemed to be out of it. "Well," she said, an excuse on her lips as she prepared to say something. But she blinked out before she could finish. The wildclaw's senses kicked back into reality moments after her body fell right into the living room although long after her companion blinked out. Her eyes fluttered open, closing at the sudden change of scenery accompanied by a throbbing pain to the side of her head. She lifted her head a bit too fast which only made the pain bounce back with twice as much pain. Salsa gritted her teeth, swiverling her head one last time around the room one last time before blinking out.
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Post by strider on Feb 10, 2019 22:53:05 GMT -5
“Yeah, I’d say that’s about right,” said Matt, secretly disappointed as it seemed that Nico was going to take the cautious(okay, sensible) route and avoid wishing for anything. But when he jumped straight from that to ‘let’s try it out’, his lip curled into a mischevious grin. “Aw yeah. I like how you think.” He watched with rapt attention as Nico wished for the simplest possible object...a pen and paper...then chuckled when the result appeared before their eyes. “Aha...I bet you’re right,” he said, nodding thoughtfully along with his new friend’s hypothesis. “We ask for stuff, but if we’re not one hundred percent specific, the House’ll find a way around it. Makes sense, I mean - whoever controls all of this seems hella mischevious.” He wasn’t sure why it had chosen to take them here...who ever knew with the House? But it seemed like a fun place to experiment...if you were careful. ”Okay,” he said, turning again to address the air. “Give me...a sandwich.” Right on cue, a ‘sandwich’ appeared - glue and crayons nestled between two ceramic plates. ”Welp...” He held it up to the light, squinting. “I guess it’s a sandwich? Technically?” "At least this time the House is being pretty transparent about fooling all of us," Nico replied, a tinge of amusement in his voice. He almost started full on laughing once he processed the House's answer to Matt's request. It was the closest he'd come to real laughter in a long time. "That is quite possibly the loosest interpretation of a sandwich I've ever seen," he said, catching Matt's eye. "Oh Great and Powerful House, give us a deck of cards so we can continue that game," he cried, playing up the dramatics. It was clear he felt comfortable enough with Matt to do so, though he couldn't say exactly why. A deck of cards appeared in his hand, all fifty two of them the eight of spades. "Helpful. Exactly what I wanted." His eyes narrowed as he considered for a moment. "Try asking for something really specific. Like... something that the House can't interpret at all because of how specific you are."
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 10, 2019 22:55:14 GMT -5
(Myrnin: I WANNA GET INTO THE SCIENCE OF IT!!!! Me: I wouldn't be able to write about anything science. Shut up.) Myrnin practically stuck his nose into what Neb had conjured up. "Yeah ..." he marveled, eyes reflecting Neb's own glowing eyes like mirrors. Something human eyes didn't really do effectively, but his pupils were already wider than a normal humans as his excitement caused them to expand. "Can you do anything with it? Arlo can make, like, balls of green energy and all they do is light things up, but she can do other things as well. So can you do anything else? Does that taste like anything? Has anyone ever tried?" His eyebrows rose and he looked at Chamomile excitedly as if he was looking for her input on the subject even though she just happened to be nearby. (exactly why i dont even try dx) Neb pulled back a bit when Myrnin leaned forward as he did, worried he'd hurt himself if he stuck his face so close. She wasn't used to there being this high of interest in her abilities - aside from those early tests as a child. "Oh, yeah I know Arlo's powers." Though considering how much younger she was, Neb wasn't sure of any extent of what she could do now. Taste? "I'm pretty sure you'd destroy your tongue if you tried," she said slowly, making sure to keep her hand just far enough so he couldn't react before her. And in response to the rest of the question, Neb curled her fingers in to let the energy take shape, first going for a standard orb before she took her other hand to add and stretch the matter between them. Then, after a quick glance up to make sure the way was clear, Neb threw her hand out to fire a beam at the wall. (I aspire to learn a lot of science to make Myrnin sound smart. But I instead study folklore so I just learn about scarab-vampires and phooka. A useless thing for all but writing. So I satisfy myself by seeing what words the periodic table can make for Myrnin's shirts.) "Would I?" asked Myrnin brightly. "I assure you so many people would not complain." He would have tried it - he really would have - were it not for the fact Neb started to do other things with the energy form. He glanced at the wall, where the bolt had been shot at. He whistled, then twisted his his head back around to tilt it with a curious look on his face. "Can that kill someone if you fire it at them? Have you killed someone? If you're a superhero who are you fighting. Or just destroy asteroid and things." He'd probably been watching cheesy sci-fi again. He waved his arms wildly to indicate her. "Like ... you look very space-y. I want to go to space. Danny wouldn't let me fly the space-station room though. Said it wouldn't work. I feel that was unfair. What about you? Or do you just look space-y because you have a theme? Superheros have themes, right?"
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Feb 10, 2019 23:12:30 GMT -5
Given the description of the old friend she shook her head with an aplogetic smile. "I've only seen him a few years ago out in the hallway when I was younger, hold hope some of the older members might have seen him." Chamomile arched her head at the demonstration held by the authentic hero sending her an awed expression. "To be able to hold that without getting obliterated at first, but does it corrupt?" A brief glance of worry was shown in her eyes, quickly covered by her more stoic expression. Shades were the raw force that would take glee upon devouring Sornieth, or at the very least pick off dragons one by one, what's to say the house had picked one from another world? Only this time the person standing in front of her didn't act like the type to do harm. It wasn't until the vampire's curiosity did she let out what could be taken as a joke. "You should not worry about him, he has plenty of tongues to spare." She assured with an unnerving calmness as a small smirk grew at the corners of her mouth. After there heated discussion it was all too familiar having to act kindly to someone you'd fought in an arena, at the very least it was naseauting when dwelling on the matter.
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"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Feb 10, 2019 23:36:05 GMT -5
The energy bolt only left a small mark on the wall, which Neb knew would be gone soon enough. Had it been normal, there'd definitely be more damage. "Ah, yeah, I think he used to be around a lot more before." So maybe he was just another that came and went with time, it seemed. She smirked a bit at Cham's remark. "Is that so?" She was starting to figure Myrnin was more of a mad scientist than anything else. "Nah, it doesn't corrupt," she said. Though, with that thought, she did wonder for a brief moment about other Nictus and if a situation could occur like that. There was a lot she still had to learn about her history. Maybe she'd ask...
As the barrage of questions came in, Neb grew steadily less relaxed, almost frowning at the more serious topics that Myrnin seemed to ask with ease. "Yes," she answered the first, but gave no more indication if that applied to the second as well. "I'm not fighting anyone specific, right now there's just a lot of gang violence in the city that I've been helping to control." Did this man think before he spoke? He seemed more inclined to ramble the first words to follow everything else he said, from how Neb was gathering. "And no, I don't do anything with space, but most heroes do base their identities on themes," she concurred.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 10, 2019 23:40:29 GMT -5
"Apparently not," said Maladict, still looking as close as a vampire could to pale. "'Seasick'. Appropriately named." He glanced toward the green dot, wondering if it was an illusion as well. He took in what she said about the room, curious, as he followed. He hadn't expected it to be as straightforward as that. Usually practitioners of magic rarely actually did any magic. At least for the few witches he'd had the misfortune to meet. They were more for trickery or practical magic than they were for the flashy wand and broom style of things. "So ... if that's the case," he said after a second. "Shouldn't we be questioning why we can walk on this water like it's the ground? That sounds like it would follow the same principle." Ougi glanced down at the ground when he mentioned questioning it, but then she looked back up to the horizon toward which she walked. "There isn't much to question when this place is so straightforward. At least, that seems to be the consensus around here. When it isn't straightforward is where it gets most interesting, wouldn't you say, Maladict?" The student definitely said that part with a smile. Her short black hair flowed in the breeze, and she almost showed signs of enjoying the weather; her gait was relaxed, and her shoulders low. She brought her hands together behind her back and her sleeves flopped around with her stride. "It's funny the way you think about magic," she added, even though he hadn't said anything aloud of the sort. She added it in a way that it was simply tacked on to her previous statement, just subtle enough that it even had the chance of passing through the conversation naturally and unnoticed. "Anyway, the sooner we get to the boat the sooner we find out if it actually functions as one. I wonder if it is stationary..." "I'm ... not sure," he admitted. "I haven't found many cases where I needed to worry about. I haven't been in many rooms." He hadn't. Next to none, really. So he couldn't say how they worked. It had been why he'd asked. He glanced at her sharply. Had she read his mind? Or just how he was painfully obvious. His skin crawled as if he'd suddenly found out he was made of transparent glass and everyone could see what was going on inside his head. The muscles in his hands tightened, but only marginally, before they relaxed again. No. If there was anything to notice, then she seemed the sort to point it out at once. Or maybe, though the idea seemed alien, she didn't care what he thought. "I'm not sure," he said again, but this was the sort of I'm sure he said when he was going to find out. Instead of looking down at the illusion of waves, which made him feel sick, he broke into a swift trot. The movements he made were reminiscent of Myrnin's. They were smooth and well practiced.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 11, 2019 0:35:08 GMT -5
Sam didn't seem to notice Nico's choice of seating being out of the ordinary. He had offered half the couch, after all. Instead he leaned his elbow on the couch, then had to fight the awkward, overlarge sweater just to find his hand so he could play with the necklace around his neck. "Just a second actually," he muttered. He was done with this thing. He pulled the sweater over his head, revealing a black t-shirt with a band logo on the front. He bundled the sweater up, aimed for the furthest chair, and tossed it like a basketball. His aim was accurate and the bundle of clothing landed in the seat. Free! thought Sam. This also meant a lot more of his sickly pale skin was exposed, but it was better than getting lost in his own clothing. He looked back at Nico, still with the small smile on his own face. "Sorry. I've been stuck in that thing all day. You'd think I would have thought to take it off by now, since I blinked in a couple minutes ago." He wasn't aware that blinking in as much as he had for two days straight wasn't usual. He studied Nico, generally taking in his appearance. His brain had completely missed the sword the first time and he blinked several times at it. "Do you role play or something? That's a super awesome sword!" Nico processed the band logo for a moment, making a mental note to look them up when he got home as soon as the war was over. Not only to see if he and Sam were in the same world, but also because he just liked the logo. It looked like the type of music he might like. He didn't say anything about Sam's skin tone though, far too aware that his own was just as sickly. "I don't mind," he replied mildly. He really didn't. If there weren't something comforting about his overlarge jacket, he likely would take it off when he blinked in as well. He tensed slightly when Sam noticed the sword, but gave a tight smile at the compliment. He drew the sword from its sheath, letting it catch the light - or rather, display that the metal was wicked sharp and darker than any ordinary metal. Not exactly very reflective, either. "It... well, no. I... I guess you could say I fight monsters. This... well, it's the only one of its kind. One of the only metals on Earth that can hurt both mortals and monsters." He glanced at Sam, taking a wild leap of faith. "You can hold it, if you want. Just be careful not to cut yourself or me." Sam froze at the offer, a look of nervous light flaring within his eyes. They grew a small tint of red, just a little, to reflect what in a human would have been a raising heart. This sword was supposed to kill monsters. Wasn't that what he was. His hands were shaking as he reached out, which wasn't really careful or safe, but he somehow got his hands around the hilt without cutting off his own arm. It was surprisingly heavier than he expected. He'd expected the weight of a wooden sword, like he'd handled when he and his old school friends had gone out of town to a Renaissance fair. He didn't at once disintegrate or keel over dead, so he at least assumed holding it wasn't what mattered. He held it carefully, turning it around a bit to see the edge. He'd calmed down a bit, excitement dimming to the continued amazement. "Yeah, still super awesome," he agreed, looking back up at Nico with a grin. He'd never thought he'd actually be allowed to hold it. The fact that this boy, hardly a couple years older than him, could use it was something else. And you can bend metal with your bare hands now, pointed out an internal voice in his head. He pushed it away. "H-here. I don't think I'd even begin to know how to use it." He held it out carefully to Nico again. "I've never seen black metal before. It's really cool you have that. The only thing I have is ... well ..." He realized he would have stated something cool which he had back at home. But he didn't have a home anymore. He just had the cloths on his back. Even the sweater was borrowed. "This," he added, feeling it was a bit lame as he pulled out the necklace he had around his neck. It had a bird charm on it, which sparkled gold in the dim light. "Not - not as impressive, but it does mean a lot to me."
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Post by strider on Feb 11, 2019 0:52:47 GMT -5
Nico took the sword back and sheathed it with ease, his hand resting on the hilt as though it was a familiar position. It was. He glanced at Sam for a few moments. "I could teach you how to use it, if you wanted. It... well, it might be a bit heavy for you, it... well, it's weighted for me, but..." he shrugged. He wasn't sure why he was offering, but maybe it was because the House had caught him in a good moment and he didn't have to worry about the people who had known him before and here was this mostly new person who was awed by his sword and who wasn't scared, although he could've been. "I don't know if it's necessary in your world, and it might just be a... fun thing, I guess, but..." he gave a small shrug. "It's not that difficult to use, if you know how." To be fair, Nico's powers helped him in battle, especially with how he could manipulate the sword... he shook the thought away. He wasn't thinking about battle right now. He was... well, he was making a friend. Because he couldn't do it in his own world, but that didn't mean he couldn't at least try here. He glanced at the necklace, the delicate shape of the bird. "It's very impressive," he replied quietly. He absentmindedly twisted the skull ring around his finger. He knew what it was like to have sentimental jewelry. "You... you don't have to tell me, but what's the story behind it? Why is it special to you?" His voice was quiet, simultaneously undemanding and genuine.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 11, 2019 1:44:46 GMT -5
Samuel was shocked - and truthfully touched - that Nico was offering. He sat up a bit straighter, like some positive emotions were starting to keep his spine from bending. He ... he didn't have anyone to do things with anymore. And here Nico was offering to teach him how to use a sword. "I'd love to!" he blurted, just in case the opportunity would be taken back or he'd somehow be unable to answer in the time before he blinked out. "That would be really cool. I don't care if there isn't, like, a practical use for it in my world or anything. I've never had the chance before." His eyes alone showed how much he appreciated this. Sam looked back down at his necklace again, studying the charm like he had ever since he'd gotten it. He didn't mind the question. He'd explained it before. He was okay with it. "My dad gave it to me when I was eight. It was supposed to have been my grandmothers from when she moved to America so he said I should keep it safe. I don't remember my grandmother, but, well ... my dad passed away two years ago so I remember it from him." He'd noticed Nico twist his skull ring, but didn't ask about it. Maybe later, when they'd talked more. "Also," he added, adding a small smile to the story. "I swear the chain is steal or something. I've had it for ages and it's still not broken." Hopefully it would stay that way. Loosing it would hurt a lot, particularly since it was all he had left.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 11, 2019 13:03:59 GMT -5
dawn LarkIn some way, Myrnin noticed he'd gone into uncomfortable territory for Neb. He glanced over at Chamomile, as if he expected her to explain what he'd said which had caused the other blinker to tense up. He scratched at his nose, wondering what he could say. It was fairly clear he needed to rethink how he was questioning things. Still ... this was Myrnin. It was a lucky thing he'd noticed at all. Generally, he might have been just as likely to continue without checking his own actions. It was easy enough to tell if he payed attention to heartbeats, but even he didn't always do so. He waved dismissively after a second, tipping his head in a small bow. "Please excuse me. If I say something uncomfortable than you need only say. Is there something which either of you wished to talk about?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 11, 2019 17:51:45 GMT -5
</div>Matt laughed along with him, caught up in the ridiculousness of it all and nodding his agreement as he carefully set the sort-of-sandwich down. He watched Nico flail about, only to end up with a deck of totally useless cards, and grinned. It felt like the House was doing more than randomizing their requests...it kind of seemed like it was trying to make them as useless as humanly(or House-ly, which, as it happened, was a much broader skill set) possible. “Okay, okay...specific...” He squinted, thinking. Something the House couldn’t twist. Something so narrowed down that there was no way even a near-omniscient being could on-purpose screw it up. “Alright,” he said at last, straightening up and once again addressing the room at large. “Give me...a wooden dining table with four legs and a flat surface to eat off of. Oh, and make it the size we’d need to eat at it, please? No mouse-sized entrees for us today.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 11, 2019 18:25:20 GMT -5
Hange blinked into the House, one of their blades drawn and leveled calmly against what had been, moments ago, a throat. “You seem to think you have options, here,” they said sharply, a dark, determined flame behind their eyes. “You would be wrong.” They noticed their blink after a second, and promptly spun their weapon around, sheathing it without a word. “Well then...I suppose that’s that...” they muttered, heaving a sigh and relaxing their squared shoulders with a huff. They could deal with all that whenever they got back. In the meantime... Humming, they made their way towards the hall, wondering if they wanted to enter a room. On the one hand, it was dangerous to enter alone...but on the other hand, it was going to get awfully boring with nobody else here.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 11, 2019 19:58:14 GMT -5
"Alright who's dying first?" said Eliyen as she blinked in by the table, tossing an empty tankard over her shoulder and drawing her daggers. Her grin was replaced by an annoyed glare as the tavern she'd been standing in was replaced by the living room wall. "Oh come on, right when those shades walked in?" she complained. She really was getting a bit irritated by how the House seemed to intentionally interrupt her fights. Giving the daggers a spin, she turned and looked around the room. The House had returned to normal, which hopefully meant that this blink wouldn't be too boring. She'd been told that anything could happen in the House, and that it could be dangerous, but she'd seen a couple of rooms and wasn't too impressed yet. Finally her gaze landed on another blinker, standing not to far from the hall. "Ey, you planning on going in one of those?" she asked, pointing with a dagger at the doorway.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 11, 2019 20:01:12 GMT -5
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Feb 11, 2019 20:21:00 GMT -5
(20 hours late, but I finally posted.)
A new face blinked into the Living room, his features obscured by a large map held out in front of him. In all appearances, he seemed to be intently studying it, taking in every detail he could. In reality though, he was just trying to pick which place to go next. It didn't take very long for him to come to a decision as, per usual, he made it on nothing but a whim. "Alright! We're heading that way!" Filled with confidence, he slammed the map closed. "Let's he- Huh?" His excited expression quickly switched to one of confusion as he saw that the grassy plain he'd been resting on had suddenly changed into a dingy old living room. No longer hidden, the newbie was revealed to be androgynous in appearance. His long, bright pink hair was tied back in a long braid, it's color shared by his eyes. He was dressed in a rather fancy looking outfit, topped off by a fur trimmed white cape. At his hip hung a sword in a white scabbard, which despite his surprise, he made no move to retrieve it.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 11, 2019 20:48:04 GMT -5
Hange spun around, tilting their head as someone spoke from behind them. It was a red headed girl she hadn’t seen before, and she looked...kind of agitated. If they had to guess, they’d say she’d been in a fight before she blinked here. Well, for the House, that wasn’t unusual. It seemed to like pulling people in in the midst of tense situations. “I was considering it, yes,” they said simply, tapping the bridge of their nose to put their crooked glasses back on track. “Would you care to join me? Perhaps we’ll encounter something more interesting than what’s out here.”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 11, 2019 23:19:37 GMT -5
Ougi glanced down at the ground when he mentioned questioning it, but then she looked back up to the horizon toward which she walked. "There isn't much to question when this place is so straightforward. At least, that seems to be the consensus around here. When it isn't straightforward is where it gets most interesting, wouldn't you say, Maladict?" The student definitely said that part with a smile. Her short black hair flowed in the breeze, and she almost showed signs of enjoying the weather; her gait was relaxed, and her shoulders low. She brought her hands together behind her back and her sleeves flopped around with her stride. "It's funny the way you think about magic," she added, even though he hadn't said anything aloud of the sort. She added it in a way that it was simply tacked on to her previous statement, just subtle enough that it even had the chance of passing through the conversation naturally and unnoticed. "Anyway, the sooner we get to the boat the sooner we find out if it actually functions as one. I wonder if it is stationary..." "I'm ... not sure," he admitted. "I haven't found many cases where I needed to worry about. I haven't been in many rooms." He hadn't. Next to none, really. So he couldn't say how they worked. It had been why he'd asked. He glanced at her sharply. Had she read his mind? Or just how he was painfully obvious. His skin crawled as if he'd suddenly found out he was made of transparent glass and everyone could see what was going on inside his head. The muscles in his hands tightened, but only marginally, before they relaxed again. No. If there was anything to notice, then she seemed the sort to point it out at once. Or maybe, though the idea seemed alien, she didn't care what he thought. "I'm not sure," he said again, but this was the sort of I'm sure he said when he was going to find out. Instead of looking down at the illusion of waves, which made him feel sick, he broke into a swift trot. The movements he made were reminiscent of Myrnin's. They were smooth and well practiced. "Oh, you don't have to apply it to the rooms specifically if you don't have enough experience," she said slowly, chastising. "But I can see how you might be easily fooled by the randomness of these places into thinking this strange setup is worth investigating. The strangeness is merely what draws people to an aberration. Or, rather, the ordinary nature of its parts." A smirk found its place on Ougi's face and she took the opportunity of him speeding up to display it to him. Her face wasn't completely turned toward him though, more like she was looking at him out of one eye and her head was on an axis. She didn't say anything to his second 'I'm not sure', which meant that she sufficiently approved of his solution to his uncertainty. He was beginning to seem more promising as someone who could help... interrogate the Paradox House for lack of a better word. Especially as someone with skin in the game, because although he was a vampire, he could clearly be threatened by a room like this one. Perhaps she was secretly hoping that the illusion would go away and the floor would become real water. Once they had both picked up the pace, and feeling like she had a bit more of a reliable partner than with which she started, the student arrived at the boat and reached her pink paws toward it. It was a small boat, only allowing for three people to row at once and likely not fitting many more into it at all. It was rickety looking to say the least, with bumps and scrapes and one of the bench panels even missing. But the strangest part about it was that it floated. It floated, on what under the soles of their shoes had felt like concrete since the beginning of the room. Even with her high-and-mighty attitude, Ougi quickly got into the boat to protect herself, as if the floor illusion would vanish any moment and they would be sucked into the sea. She practically teleported into the front bench seat, taking hold of the oars there. She looked entirely confident and set for departure until just a moment later-- "This certainly would be easier if I knew how to use a boat."
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Post by strider on Feb 12, 2019 14:44:12 GMT -5
Noah appeared, grinning broadly at something that was... well, no longer there anymore. His smile fell as he realized that he had blinked in, though he didn't move. It seemed he had already been fully anchored to reality in his world when he blinked in.. there was no adjustment period this time, or strengthening of his form. He glanced around, arms crossing as he realized he was alone. He hated being alone. He had spent five years being completely alone, and five years was enough for anybody. But if the House wanted to make him wait, that was totally fine by him. He collapsed onto the couch, staring at the ceiling while he waited for the House to bring someone else in.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 12, 2019 14:53:53 GMT -5
Rue blinked in, a small, serious smile on her lips that reached her dark eyes, softening them. Her hands had several small, bleeding cuts on them, and there was a scratch across one cheek, but she wasn’t paying the small injuries any attention. In her hand was a large ripe plum, which she held out in front of her, clearly offering it to someone. Judging by the angle of her arm, it was someone shorter than she was. “-bury the pit when you’re done, okay?” She said, then blinked in momentary shock as her little sister no longer stood in front of her. Then she recognized the carpet and relaxed, sighing to herself. She didn’t mind the House. It was nice to get a break sometimes, and so far almost everyone here had been nice to her, or at least not flat out mean. Plus sometimes there was food, and the more she ate here, the less she would need in her own world, right? She glanced around, and the smile returned to her lips as she saw the other blinker, a young boy laying on the couch. “Hey there.” She said brightly and walked towards him. “I’m Rue. Who are you?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 12, 2019 16:15:39 GMT -5
"I'm ... not sure," he admitted. "I haven't found many cases where I needed to worry about. I haven't been in many rooms." He hadn't. Next to none, really. So he couldn't say how they worked. It had been why he'd asked. He glanced at her sharply. Had she read his mind? Or just how he was painfully obvious. His skin crawled as if he'd suddenly found out he was made of transparent glass and everyone could see what was going on inside his head. The muscles in his hands tightened, but only marginally, before they relaxed again. No. If there was anything to notice, then she seemed the sort to point it out at once. Or maybe, though the idea seemed alien, she didn't care what he thought. "I'm not sure," he said again, but this was the sort of I'm sure he said when he was going to find out. Instead of looking down at the illusion of waves, which made him feel sick, he broke into a swift trot. The movements he made were reminiscent of Myrnin's. They were smooth and well practiced. "Oh, you don't have to apply it to the rooms specifically if you don't have enough experience," she said slowly, chastising. "But I can see how you might be easily fooled by the randomness of these places into thinking this strange setup is worth investigating. The strangeness is merely what draws people to an aberration. Or, rather, the ordinary nature of its parts." A smirk found its place on Ougi's face and she took the opportunity of him speeding up to display it to him. Her face wasn't completely turned toward him though, more like she was looking at him out of one eye and her head was on an axis. She didn't say anything to his second 'I'm not sure', which meant that she sufficiently approved of his solution to his uncertainty. He was beginning to seem more promising as someone who could help... interrogate the Paradox House for lack of a better word. Especially as someone with skin in the game, because although he was a vampire, he could clearly be threatened by a room like this one. Perhaps she was secretly hoping that the illusion would go away and the floor would become real water. Once they had both picked up the pace, and feeling like she had a bit more of a reliable partner than with which she started, the student arrived at the boat and reached her pink paws toward it. It was a small boat, only allowing for three people to row at once and likely not fitting many more into it at all. It was rickety looking to say the least, with bumps and scrapes and one of the bench panels even missing. But the strangest part about it was that it floated. It floated, on what under the soles of their shoes had felt like concrete since the beginning of the room. Even with her high-and-mighty attitude, Ougi quickly got into the boat to protect herself, as if the floor illusion would vanish any moment and they would be sucked into the sea. She practically teleported into the front bench seat, taking hold of the oars there. She looked entirely confident and set for departure until just a moment later-- "This certainly would be easier if I knew how to use a boat." Somehow, Maladict felt he was learning something ... without the instruction manual. That was probably something he was going to find out a lot when around Ougi. "Okay," he said, though he really meant what???. He was just hoping he'd pick it up as he went along, because he hardly knew what she meant by aberration, much less anything else. Anyway, he was already focused on getting to the boat shape. As he said ... if he didn't know, he'd find out. Something told him Ougi's approach to the House was something he needed to figure out himself. He wondered, partly, if crossing some moving water would make him feel badly. It would have, a couple years ago. Now ... now it just made him uneasy. Vampires had many weaknesses, which was something his father had always complained. But where was he, eh? Still slave to those weaknesses after given a chance. He pulled to a sharp stop when they reached the boat. He looked it over, frowning. Then he pushed at it, like he was trying to test whether it would move. It did. He hurriedly leapt into the boat, like a scared cat, and looked down at the water. It remained stubbornly water looking. "Wait, what? You think I know how to use one? I don't even know how to swim!"
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 12, 2019 16:57:41 GMT -5
It was clear that the vast amount of water was an issue for both of them; other than that, the view was serene and the conditions-even the levels of wind and sun exposure-were at welcoming degrees. The vampire’s worries were matched with Ougi’s desire to stay in the boat no matter what. There was little to no chance they would get out and find another way, so giving themselves a rowing lesson was all that was left. The student took both oars in her fists and started moving them backwards, but before they even hit the water she recalibrated and turned them forward and down. It moved them forward, but splashed a good amount of water onto Maladict in the process. “Well then... I never thought I would have the advantage in a situation for having such a simple skill.” The next rotation, she heaved the oars thoroughly into the water and out again, keeping them flat on the way out at just the right angle to fling the seawater at her vampiric companion again. “Have you considered that I only know how to swim because I took it upon myself to learn? Now is as good a time as any to learn rowing. Wouldn’t you say, Maladict?” For someone so subtly snarky, she certainly was soliciting his opinion with every other statement. She narrowed her eyes into the distance at that moment and her expression developed into something more complex. She had stopped rowing. “Say, what do you think would happen if we went away from the clue instead of toward it? The island, I mean.”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 12, 2019 18:14:52 GMT -5
Nore blinked into the living room, her shirt hiked up so that it popped up around her neck and ballooned over her shoulders, the bottom inadequately covering her stomach and lower back. One sleeve had dots and streaks of blood on it, and both hands were around a steering wheel. At least, they were until she was ripped out of her world. It took her a moment to say anything, especially after falling on her butt onto the floor. “Oh ****.” A distant look commandeered her expression while the gears turned in her brain. The actor was thinking about things in her own world. She was... fretting over something. And yet being Nore, it was balanced by determination. She stood up, straightened out herself and her shirt, and sat down on the couch without so much as having to search for it first.
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