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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 12, 2019 18:28:29 GMT -5
Sherlock blinked in, holding a pretty red and purple mug carefully in one gloved hand and examining its chipped paint carefully through his small magnifying glass. His long coat was hanging slightly sideways, as though he’d been running and had forgotten to straighten it, and his black curles were a bit longer than usual and fell in his face over one eye. He looked a bit thinner and paler than usual, too, and there were light shadows under his electric blue eyes. But when he saw where he was his face lit up and he grinned at the floor like an old friend. “...House. You’re a sight for sore eyes, aren’t you?” Then he glanced around and saw another old friend, sitting on the couch. He noticed the blood instantly and sniffed the air -car? Had she been driving somewhere?- her clothes were wrinkled, more than usual for her. He walked quickly towards her, his momentary pleasure replaced with sharp curiosity. “Nore? What happened to you?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 12, 2019 18:40:54 GMT -5
Nore was released from her focus when Sherlock approached, having not even noticed him until he actually spoke to her. She decided to let the ‘sore eyes’ comment pass without making a typical joke in bad taste. Unlike him, she wouldn’t pick up on any visual clues from her friend, instead reaching her arms up behind her head and leaning back into the couch. She was settling in for the usual interrogation. One might think she was trying to hide the bloody spot behind her head as well, but of course Nore was rarely that sly and she had completely forgotten it was there. “What happened to me? **** is always happening to me. It’s... an ongoing thing.” She tilted her head momentarily, expressively as she said it to him. One leg smoothly crossed over the other, but more to seek comfort than express it. “If you gotta know about it, someone’s been tailing me and I gotta figure out who.” She would soon find out that it was someone she happened to have wronged, with little to no personal connection to her. But in her mind it was someone with a villainous backstory, who was about to meet their match. She smirked determinedly. “Don’t worry, I can handle it.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 12, 2019 19:10:44 GMT -5
Sherlock walked over and sat down on the couch next to her, slightly invading her personal space in order to inspect her better. She looked...tired. Well, obviously she looked tired, but more tired than she was supposed to. He wondered briefly whether the blood was hers and tried to crane his head around to see it again, to see what direction it had probably come from. Unfortunately, intentionally or not, the stain was completely hidden now. He glanced at her face again, searching her expression. “All right, fair point, you do seem to be a bit of a magnet for trouble.” He admitted, leaning back so that he was out of her personal space bubble- barely. “Still though, you must know something about who’s after you. And is that blood yours?” She seemed to believe her own words, but somehow this had a different...color...than her usual situations. He couldn’t explain why exactly, but it was making him want to drag the whole story out of her brain and hang it on the walls, then stare at it until it made sense. Like he did with all his problems. “I’m not worried. I’m curious.” He snorted, and returned her smirk. “You never talk about your world.”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 12, 2019 19:41:17 GMT -5
Nore kept her expression stern and slightly pouting for just another moment, then relaxed her face and opened her eyes slowly behind her sunglasses. She was beside herself, but it was more than that. She was making is clearly look like it was so. In a strange way, she was worries about this person tailing her yes, but the idea of being worried about someone tailing her was thrilling. It was straight out of a movie. His question prompted her to lower her arm, as if she needed to inspect the blood on her sleeve herself before coming to a conclusion. “No,” she said, “he’s dead.” Her voice said she was simply playing a video game. “These guys had Jesse. I had to go in there.” For the first time, there was a twinge of nervousness in her voice. The determination returned soon after, but in expression rather than voice. “Well you don’t talk about your world a lot.” It was a weak retort. She shrugged, arms crossed in front of her for a good tough look. “Nothing’s gonna stop you from being curious whether I tell you nothing or tell you everything. It’s not like I’d hide anything though,” the girl added. She remained leaned back, even sinking into the couch somewhat. Either out of boredom or out of seeing an opportunity for rest before her next engagement, she didn’t mind lowering her guard here. Nore, who when she first arrived at the Paradox House made it an activity to pit people against each other and instigate wherever she could, was inexplicably starting to develop what was less an ambivalence and more a nihilistic anything-goes attitude toward the place. It was almost like getting old—after all, her first blink had been years ago.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 12, 2019 21:40:49 GMT -5
If Nore could have seen the detective’s eyes, she would have caught the flash of concern in them as she lowered her arm and he saw the blood. He knew the answer before she said it: it wasn’t hers. The angle was wrong. He exhaled in a virtually silent sigh and ran a gloved hand through his black curls, thinking. She’d never mentioned “Jesse” before, but he wasn’t going to mention that, in case she took it as a good reason not to say any more. She was definitely in trouble, and bad this time. Not for the first time, his own helplessness in the House was painfully obvious to him. In his own world if he wanted to do something, he did it, and if something bad was happening, he figured out the question, then the answer, and stopped it. But here.... Here, people died. Universes away from him, where he might never even know. He snorted lightly at his own sentimentality, and dragged his mind back to the problem at hand. “No, I don’t expect you would. And I complain about my world all the time, pay attention.” The detective’s tone was light, but he couldn’t help the serious edge to it, and he didn’t try. “And your right, I'm not going to stop asking so you might as well talk. You said you don’t know who’s after you, but apparently you got close enough to catch someone’s lost blood, and you know who they took and where they were, so apparently you do know a bit. Come on Nore, talk. Who’s tailing you? What did you get yourself into?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 12, 2019 22:21:54 GMT -5
“I know, I didn’t mean it,” she muttered when he mentioned complaining about his world. The comment was somewhat of a groan, but he was supposed to know she didn’t consider him tiresome. She cherished her friends both in the Paradox House and in her world, always looking out for them and listening even when they didn’t think she was. There just wasn’t a way to express her care otherwise. It was a broken system, to say the least. “I really dunno who’s tailing me. Well, it could be a few people,” she conceded. She didn’t read his questioning so much as worry than being interested in what was going on and what she was planning to do. She didn’t understand the thought of worry in this situation other than in the sense of cinematic tension. The bloody sleeve raised back up while she brought out a finger to her short brown hair. She was twirling it while she had her head turned like she was staring at him—she indeed could see his vague shape. “Well... that part all happened in a warehouse. It was 2 P.M.” She was serious, but also mocking his attempt at collecting all the details. “I bet if I could take you to my world you could figure it all out. But I dunno if I’m gonna remember all the details. How about I play it out and tell you how it all went down later?” It was the preamble to a promise. She retracted her hand from her hair and extended her pinky to the detective.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 13, 2019 7:29:08 GMT -5
"Definitely!" Eliyen replied at once, already heading toward the door. "And I hope so, all the ones I've been in have been quite boring." Well, the one that they'd sort of controlled with their minds had been kind of neat, but it had only lasted for a couple of short blinks. After that, she'd seen the sleepover room, the living room, and the Lodge, where there hadn't been much to do besides sit around and wait to blink out again, or talk to other blinkers. The most interesting thing that had happened so far was a group of blinkers blowing up the living r- Eliyen stopped suddenly and turned to look at the other blinker again. "Weren't you one of the ones that blew this place up awhile back?" she asked, almost hopefully, as she pointed to the ceiling with one of the daggers.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 13, 2019 17:24:39 GMT -5
Sherlock wasn’t offended by her complaint, but to be fair he wasn’t paying much attention to it either. He tilted his head. Even he didn’t think he was really worried about her, he was a detective, it was his job to poke around in other people’s business. And Nore was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, that was one of his favorite things about her, so whatever she was involved in, she would dig her way out of it just fine. That’s what he kept telling himself, anyway. Not even he could tell whether he believed it or not. He tilted his head the other way as she “looked” at him, and snorted lightly, not entirely sure whether her helpful attention to detail was serious or making fun of him. Either way, he’d remember it. “If I were in your world, you’d be asleep in the passenger seat and whoever’s tailing you wouldn’t have a chance.” He retorted, teasing and serious at the same time, his smirk still tugging at his lips. He looked down at her finger and blinked as the realization of what she was offering seared his chest. He didn’t even think about it before slipping off his glove and curling his own pinky around hers. “Fine, then. But take pictures, the average person’s visual memory is so highly inefficient that it’s practically useless. And can’t I at least hear your theories? And who’s Jesse anyway?” So much for tact.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 13, 2019 17:43:32 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. There was a small pause and then Vanessa blinked in. She still look tired, so it was hard to tell how much time had passed between now and her last blink. She ended up leaning against a bookcase and pressed her hand to her mouth in a yawn. Midway through she looked up and over at the ... whoever the other blinker was. She dropped her hand and raised an eyebrow, composing herself. "And?" she asked, as if she somehow thought the other blinker was going to say something.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 13, 2019 19:58:16 GMT -5
Nore smirked at him when he completed the scenario himself of him being in her world. She accepted it, but threw in her own retort for good measure. “Yeah right. I bet I’d be the one having your back.” She swung her pinky around his to hook them and then retracted both arms, but didn’t put them back to their position behind her head. She was engaged enough not to lounge anymore. Instead she was sat up to face him halfway and her arms were crossed, weighing down her torso. “Your loss. My phone has the worst camera ever. I guess it’s better than my ‘visual memory’,” she said in a mocking tone. Her smirk grew at that moment. “Jesse’s my best friend. I really haven’t said anything?” The worlds really were quite split. She had mentioned him in Myrnin’s presence many times, but usually in an offhand way these days. “But my bet’s that it’s the friends of the guy who’s responsible for this.” Her hand didn’t lift out of the crossed arm position, but one finger did rise to point toward her face. “Who do you think it is?” It obviously didn’t matter to her that she had given him minimal information; he could say anything, even a supervillain’s name, and she would be satisfied.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Feb 13, 2019 20:44:28 GMT -5
"Eh?" The newbie spun around when he heard a voice suddenly speak up from behind him, pink eyes glowing with curiosity. As far as he could tell, it was some lady he'd never seen before. At least, he was pretty sure he'd never met her... Instead of growing suspicious, or even being on his guard at all, he simply smiled and gave her an excited wave. "Oh, hey! Are you the one that called me here?" It was the best reason he could think of for why he'd be randomly teleported somewhere. Although he wasn't sure how that was possible, considering he was already in a contract with someone else. He also wasn't picking up any traces of Magic Circuits in this woman, meaning she must have been a normal human, not a Mage.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 14, 2019 1:15:10 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.” At least the sun wasn't a bother for Maladict. Despite the fact Discworld vampires were often weaknesses wrapped up in blunt force, sunlight didn't seem to be one of them. Then there was Ougi, who seemed to be trying to drown him. The vampire made a vain attempt to shake water off his hands, but failed in most respects. He simply looked downtrodden at this point. "Never know until it's too late," he said with a sigh. Like swimming. He'd never considered swimming useful. Technically, he could walk on the bottom of the sea floor ... but something made him doubt this sea had a floor. He was fairly sure the water was on purpose at this point. He didn't say anything. He just hoped being undead would keep him from being sick over the side. "I suppose," he answered. "But then again, you could always find it useful to learn how to tap-dance. It doesn't mean you ever expect to use it. The largest body of water my country has is a river. And the river is the war zone. I'd have little chance to learn how to swim unless I wanted to try to do it in a different river. Truthfully, it does not make the prospect desirable, wherever you go." He paused at her different question, looking at where there destination was. He frowned. "Well," he started. "You said this place is often direct. Unless it's a puzzle. You usually get puzzles wrong the first time. We haven't gotten this puzzle wrong yet. One way or the other, you at least learn how not to do it. Anyway ... you're rowing."
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 14, 2019 1:21:05 GMT -5
"Eh?" The newbie spun around when he heard a voice suddenly speak up from behind him, pink eyes glowing with curiosity. As far as he could tell, it was some lady he'd never seen before. At least, he was pretty sure he'd never met her... Instead of growing suspicious, or even being on his guard at all, he simply smiled and gave her an excited wave. "Oh, hey! Are you the one that called me here?" It was the best reason he could think of for why he'd be randomly teleported somewhere. Although he wasn't sure how that was possible, considering he was already in a contract with someone else. He also wasn't picking up any traces of Magic Circuits in this woman, meaning she must have been a normal human, not a Mage. "Not unless I'm doing it without being aware of it," said Vanessa sardonically. But she waved off the question. "No. I was 'called here' just the same as you were." She held out her hand, as if to shake. "Vanessa," she introduced. "And you? You seemed to find this normal. And use the word Mage in the same fashion. Impressive. You're already ahead of most newbies." This wasn't saying very much. People unaware of magic seemed rare in this place. Still. The hand shake wasn't going to completely be a handshake. She just wanted to see if her knew ... plan for lack of a better word ... brought any sort of outcome. But maybe this blinker came from a culture where handshakes were not the normal. She could adapt. She was just placing bets on a few things.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Feb 14, 2019 3:59:31 GMT -5
"Really?" The newbie mused, head tilting to the side as he was once again confused. 'Called here' the same way he had been? What kind of weird ass ritual was capable of summoning both already contracted Servants and regular humans? And for what purpose? It was going to be an interesting experience meeting whoever was behind this... At being asked his name, he happily pointed at himself with a thumb and responded instantaneously. "You can call me Astolfo! I'm a Rider, and one of the Twelve Paladins of Charlemagne!" It wasn't a recommended course of action for a Servant to reveal their true name to a stranger, but this one in particular wasn't very good at withholding information.
In fact he was absolutely horrible at it...
"Nice to meet you, Vanessa!" Grinning all the while, he jogged over to return her outstretched hand, taking it in both of his and giving it a few playful shakes. "Oh! I am? That's a new one for me. Usually I'm falling behind everyone else!"
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 14, 2019 11:05:13 GMT -5
Ougi shifted in her seat to get a better look at the vampire behind her, as if she had to see him to believe his silly explanations. "You don't think it would be useful here if you had learned to tap dance in your world?" she questioned, not really stating it as a question but instead using it as a way to say what he had just said was nonsense. Or at least, that he should be more dependent on the nonsense of the Paradox House. "It is often direct, yes, fascinating that you were listening. But we do not typically go against this directness," the student explained. She didn't grab hold of the oars for a moment--was it a glare she was shooting at him? From Ougi? Couldn't be. "Oh, I don't think it would be very efficient for only one person to row. In that case there would be little use in me rowing at all." Her sleeve-bundled hands acted like they were nailed to the bench on which she sat. She was clearly hoping for a moment of guilt, letting the adamancy settle in before conceding. "Well... if I truly must." But this time when her hands reached for the ends of the oars and started rowing, she was indeed taking them backwards; she was taking them away from the supposed island instead of toward it, and farther into the vastness of the tropical sea. To make conversation, as if she were his hairdresser instead of the one decidedly getting him more and more lost with each row, she started talking about something completely different. "So, tell me about the oddities in your world!"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 14, 2019 19:05:44 GMT -5
--cato phoenix sorry for the wait!!) ”Excellent,” said Hange, grinning as Eliyen confirmed her desire to enter a room. It was about time...nobody around here would go in with them lately. Sure, it was dangerous, but what was life without at least a little risk of lethal injury? They paused as Eliyen neared the door, containing their considerable enthusiasm so that the girl could have the chance to do the honors, if she wished. It was only polite. As Eliyen turned back and identified them, they lit up, positively amused that someone had heard of them from that particular incident. “Indeed I am,” they confirmed with a sweeping bow. “So my reputation precedes me...and yet, here you are, about to walk straight into a room with only me as company. Not a fearful one, are you?” Lark here we gooooooo) Matt blinked into the living room, a gaming headset over his ears, his eyes narrowed in concentration. “Dude, dude, your left! 24 meters and closing, get your knife equipped! Go go go! I - “ He broke off, realizing he was now sitting on the House’s living room couch, talking to absolutely no one, instead of streaming in his own apartment. ”Man...” he said, carefully removing his headphones and heaving a sigh as he leaned back, reclining with his hands behind his head. “Just when we were winning, too...”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 15, 2019 0:38:29 GMT -5
Matt sat up a little straighter as a new person blinked in...some mysterious new person, cloaked in a hoodie and wearing what looked like some type of headphones. He didn’t seem to have noticed his blink yet, whoever he was...he was just standing there, apparently perfectly content for the blissful few moments before his whole life was plunged into chaos. “Hey, buddy,” he said, leaning over and waving to try and catch his attention. “Hello in there? Trust me, you’re gonna wanna see this.” Or maybe he wasn’t going to want to see it. That was possible. But either way, he was gonna figure it out eventually, so...might as well speed up the process.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 15, 2019 16:24:37 GMT -5
HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾtWhat Astolfo had said sounded like complete gibberish to Vanessa. But she filed the information away anyhow. Maybe it would be useful. She wasn't particularly confident that she would need to know what a Rider was just yet. She'd ask, perhaps, if she needed to learn it for her own gain. She didn't know the significance of withholding or revealing a name for this particular blinker, so didn't find it unusual that he shared it. Her arm was pumped up and down, but she somehow manged to keep both her face straight and even as well as keeping a hold of Astolfo's hand. When the shakes had stopped, she dipped her head in greeting, lifting his hand in a same, almost natural and fluid movement ... and bit one of his fingers. Then she dropped her hand, looking the same as if she'd just shaken his hand back, and answered his question, "Falling behind everyone else? I don't see how that is particularly possible here, so I see no reason why it should make a difference." She did not explain why she'd just done what she had done. The whole point was to act like it was normal.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 15, 2019 17:28:55 GMT -5
(Sorry for the long poof )
The detective’s smirk shifted, the edges curling into a small, genuine smile as he saw how happy she looked as she said her friend’s name. “Not fair, I told you about John ages ago.” He muttered in a sullen tone that didn’t quite match his expression. Which she couldn’t see anyway, so he figured he was safe. “You should get a new phone, shouldn’t you? Ah well, pay attention the all the details you can, and film the whole thing, if I have both accounts of the whole event I should be able to piece it together all right.” He pulled his own hand back and rubbed his hair, making it even more of a mess than it had been before. He’d known for a long time that Nore disliked talking about her world, but she was really making it difficult this time, wasn’t she? It made him want to know everything far more than he would have if she’d been forthcoming, that was for sure. “I’m not actually magic, you know.” He snorted at her next question, laughing lin spite of himself. “I do need some information, I don’t even know what nefarious groups exist in your world, remember? Give me something to work with at least.”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Feb 15, 2019 18:23:45 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur🦇Since a Servant was usually unable to be hurt by normal means, Astolfo felt no pain when the woman bit his finger. He did, however, quickly take a step and give her a weirded out look. "The heck was that? Are you hungry or something?" He shook out his hand a few times, slightly grossed out. "Yuck." As he took a look at the bite mark, and the now torn fabric that covered it, he couldn't help but cringe. The action reminded him of someone else he once knew, someone he'd prefer to forget... The Rider could barely hold in his disbelief when after doing something like that, Vanessa simply continued on as if nothing happened. "Uh huh..." She did have a point. There was only the two of them here, and he was the only one who was a Servant. That meant he really couldn't be the worst one in the group.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 15, 2019 22:23:17 GMT -5
(Sorry for the long poof ) The detective’s smirk shifted, the edges curling into a small, genuine smile as he saw how happy she looked as she said her friend’s name. “Not fair, I told you about John ages ago.” He muttered in a sullen tone that didn’t quite match his expression. Which she couldn’t see anyway, so he figured he was safe. “You should get a new phone, shouldn’t you? Ah well, pay attention the all the details you can, and film the whole thing, if I have both accounts of the whole event I should be able to piece it together all right.” He pulled his own hand back and rubbed his hair, making it even more of a mess than it had been before. He’d known for a long time that Nore disliked talking about her world, but she was really making it difficult this time, wasn’t she? It made him want to know everything far more than he would have if she’d been forthcoming, that was for sure. “I’m not actually magic, you know.” He snorted at her next question, laughing lin spite of himself. “I do need some information, I don’t even know what nefarious groups exist in your world, remember? Give me something to work with at least.” Nore scoffed when Sherlock mentioned John. From what she knew, they were partners of sorts. Or best friends. Whatever the case, he must be like her Jesse. "A new phone? Yeah, I've been meaning to. I'll do it as soon as I get out of this mess. I'll ride out into the sunset, and then go straight to the store!" She jostled his arm with her elbow, trying to prod a reaction out of him. "You're stupider than you look if you think I'm gonna go around filming everything. I'd sooner pay out of my own pocket to hire a cameraman, and that's reserved for the movie I'm putting together right now." "That's a surprise to me, you know like, everything." The actor smirked, a bent finger landing on her chin when she retracted her arm from him. She was trying to convince him he could solve it all with such limited information. "Nefarious groups? Don't get me started. Don't you live in the city?" Her eyebrows dropped down behind the top of her sunglasses and her mouth straightened out as she craned her head in accusingly, hand still at her chin. "If you're gonna be this slow to figure it out I might as well do it myself." As it was, the room she had lived in until recently bore a close resemblance to a conspiracy theory research center anyway. All it needed was pins and red twine. Nore stuck out her legs and pushed herself up to stand on them, raising her arms over her head in turn in a stretch. "Besides, I've got Jesse with me to help out. Y'know?" By 'to help out' she mostly was seeking 'to watch me be cool'.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 15, 2019 23:42:08 GMT -5
Ougi shifted in her seat to get a better look at the vampire behind her, as if she had to see him to believe his silly explanations. "You don't think it would be useful here if you had learned to tap dance in your world?" she questioned, not really stating it as a question but instead using it as a way to say what he had just said was nonsense. Or at least, that he should be more dependent on the nonsense of the Paradox House. "It is often direct, yes, fascinating that you were listening. But we do not typically go against this directness," the student explained. She didn't grab hold of the oars for a moment--was it a glare she was shooting at him? From Ougi? Couldn't be. "Oh, I don't think it would be very efficient for only one person to row. In that case there would be little use in me rowing at all." Her sleeve-bundled hands acted like they were nailed to the bench on which she sat. She was clearly hoping for a moment of guilt, letting the adamancy settle in before conceding. "Well... if I truly must." But this time when her hands reached for the ends of the oars and started rowing, she was indeed taking them backwards; she was taking them away from the supposed island instead of toward it, and farther into the vastness of the tropical sea. To make conversation, as if she were his hairdresser instead of the one decidedly getting him more and more lost with each row, she started talking about something completely different. "So, tell me about the oddities in your world!" Maldict didn't seem to notice that he'd said anything odd. Or at least, he'd pretended he hadn't. Instead he looked off past Ougi's head, a slim smile on his face. He didn't make any comment either when she started moving them away from the island. He couldn't exactly say whether he cared one way or the other if Ougi did some rowing in this room. If it didn't work, they'd find out. He looked directly up, to avoid looking at the sea. It tossed him around and he gripped the side with decided seasickness. "Define oddities?" he said evenly, or as evenly as he could. "As in ... odd people? Odd places in the world? That term itself could describe Esme Weatherwax herself ..." His eyes rolled around from the sky and focused back on Ougi.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 16, 2019 1:16:02 GMT -5
(Timewarpy Martin. And yes. I said Martin. Because.) Razzle DazzleMyrnin blinked in, tapping his fingers along his arm. "Look, packing for New York is all well and good, but what do you expect to need? Your brother ..." He trailed off, since he was now facing and empty living room. He sighed, hoping he'd remember to reprimand Samuel. Speaking of Samuel and the House ... he'd mostly forgotten meeting Sam here. That was the thing, however. His charge had never shown any signs of ever having blinked in here. That unnerved him. He wasn't sure what to make of it. He knew what he had saw and spoken to, but that didn't change the conflicting facts. "Well," he said. "Ever want to enlighten me, House? Blink in the mystery boy? Aaaaaaany reaction?" He looked around.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 16, 2019 1:22:58 GMT -5
Ougi wasn’t facing his direction, instead her back to him, and she seemed to have no intention of yielding even if he had said something against her plan. Without physically acknowledging him, she advised him on his sickness technique. “Motion will be most reduced if you lean forward and put your head between your knees.” She even addrd, “When I blink into my world, I’ll be sure to find medicine for motion sickness for when I return.” It was said earnestly enough, but the likelihood of that working was low enough that it was probably her being facetious. “An oddity,” she explained, “is a monster, an aberration, a supernatural phenomenon. Something extraordinary.” She rowed diligently, arms moving with almost expert level of skill and seemingly not getting tired from the strain at all. She was never one to break a sweat over anything. “My uncle is in the business of identifying them, and helping those affected by them.” Maladict didn’t need to see her expression to read it; it was written all over the back of her head where her black hair draped plainly down to her neck. She was deep in thought, but entirely reticent. Cryptic. “This makes me remember...” she started in a soft mumble. What she said next was a little louder. “What language are you speaking right now?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 16, 2019 1:31:32 GMT -5
Czeslaw blinked into the living room, having been holding hands with an adult as evidenced by one hand hovering by his shoulder. His fingers curled inward when there was no longer another hand to hold onto, and it became a dissatisfied grip. He had actually been at a sweets shop, one activity he was growing accustomed to during his transformation into a more normal kid with a more normal life. More normal activities. Thankfully some of these activities were actually enjoyable, and he decided not to patronize them. Being a ‘normal kid’ seemed a little more fleeting in that moment though, because he met eyes with the blinker he primarily recognized from the forest and town where he was trapped with several others. He shut his eyes, recalled too much, and opened them again. The hand—his right—that had been raised did not lower all the way, and his fingers stretched back out. The boy was shaking, as if nervous before a performance.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 16, 2019 3:10:31 GMT -5
Since humans were usually incapable of physically hurting a Servant, Astolfo felt no pain when the woman bit his finger. He did, however, quickly take a step and give her a weirded out look. "The heck was that? Are you hungry or something?" He shook out his hand a few times, slightly grossed out. "Yuck." As he took a look at the bite mark, and the now torn fabric that covered it, he couldn't help but cringe. The action reminded him of someone else he once knew, someone he'd prefer to forget... The Rider could barely hold in his disbelief when after doing something like that, Vanessa simply continued on as if nothing happened. "Uh huh..." She did have a point. There was only the two of them here, and he was the only one who was a Servant. That meant he really couldn't be the worst one in the group. A placidly confused look slipped onto Vanessa's face. She was actually a wonderful actor. "Sorry?" she asked. "No, I'm not hungry. Why?" Her eyebrows knit together in confusion, her nose wrinkling. Her reaction to his reaction was a perfect image of mystification. Then she shrugged, eyes narrowing slightly, and said, "You're new. So you don't even know what this place is. Or how you got here. You truly have no ideas?" It wasn't a question so much as a request to hear his speculation.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Feb 16, 2019 3:32:41 GMT -5
Czeslaw blinked into the living room, having been holding hands with an adult as evidenced by one hand hovering by his shoulder. His fingers curled inward when there was no longer another hand to hold onto, and it became a dissatisfied grip. He had actually been at a sweets shop, one activity he was growing accustomed to during his transformation into a more normal kid with a more normal life. More normal activities. Thankfully some of these activities were actually enjoyable, and he decided not to patronize them. Being a ‘normal kid’ seemed a little more fleeting in that moment though, because he met eyes with the blinker he primarily recognized from the forest and town where he was trapped with several others. He shut his eyes, recalled too much, and opened them again. The hand—his right—that had been raised did not lower all the way, and his fingers stretched back out. The boy was shaking, as if nervous before a performance. Oh dear. A slightly fluttering heartbeat. Myrnin looked ceiling-wards. "Not that immortal kid, House. The other one. I know you have, like, a whole warehouse of them around the back, but at least get my order straight." He rubbed at a place between his eyes. He supposed he had to make the best of it, even though Czeslaw was one of the last people it was actually useful to see. He wouldn't gain a thing from talking to him, that was for sure. Maybe a bit of screeching, or cowering in the corner, but nothing useful. "I'll ... be over in a corner or something," he said, waving his hand at Czeslaw dismissively. "Go do whatever you want." He walked over to one of the further chairs, flopping into it, and curling his legs up onto the seat with him. He yawned largely, fangs snapping down ever so briefly as if in reaction. He could keep them up if he needed to, but it felt like he was holding in the yawn.
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