Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Dec 5, 2018 1:38:15 GMT -5
(i am here for the drama) Rae had been about to utter the name when Riley continued on. She held a tight fist against her chest and felt her mouth dry suddenly as her heart continued to feel like it was dropping. What? He had tried to-- was it really...? Before she could stop herself, Rae took a rather large step closer to Riley, a desperation flickering in her eyes as she stared up at him.
"This person! Who-- did-did they do it? Did it work?" She wanted - needed - answers. She had to know. It had been years, of course it couldn't have worked or else they would have met in her world by now. But time was always so weird thanks to the house. The last time Rae saw him could have been only days for him while her time moved faster. But she didn't know. She thought she'd never know and now here was an answer standing right in front her.
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Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Dec 5, 2018 2:09:03 GMT -5
Riley would have stepped back, except his back was already against the wall, so instead he merely pressed himself further against it. He narrowed his eyes at her questioning. The desperation in her voice...it disgusted him, anger flashing behind his eyes. "I doubt it, since he went on to all but raze my world to the ground." He all but snarled the words, pure hatred clear on his features. Not for Rae, but for the deadly ruler. "You knew him didn't you, Dinasadhakah Vipatti. Let me guess, he was child? Sweet and innocent." Riley scoffed, shaking his head. "Be happy," he leaned forward. "That he never found you."
_________________________________________ ~Riley~ Location: Sleep Over room Interactions: Rae Mentions: N/A
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Dec 5, 2018 2:27:30 GMT -5
Rae swallowed hard. No. No, that couldn't be true. She thought... She didn't know... She didn't-- "I loved him," she blurted out. She finally backed off of Riley, giving him space away from the wall now. Her gaze fell from his, not being to look at his face. The way he spoke, the anger, his voice, she knew. She wanted to deny it, but Riley's expression made the realization hit her. "He was a kid here. But then he grew up and we..." There were so many things flooding her. Thoughts and feelings were making it hard to concentrate on what she was saying. It felt like a part of her had just come crashing down. Before the unknown hung over her, but now... "He tried to leave for me. He tried."
Why had the house kept her away for so long? Maybe if she had still been blinking she could have helped him. She knew there were dark things from Din's life, but she hadn't thought it was bad. She wished she could remember their conversations about his world now, figure out how he could have ended up that way. Rae blinked slowly and looked back up. "Din. Is he--is he still...?" Alive? King? Atoned for what he'd done?
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Bisexual
Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Dec 5, 2018 2:40:07 GMT -5
Riley's eyes widened. That... that he hadn't been expecting. Suddenly he felt guilty for springing that information on her like that... He sighed, running a hand through his silky black hair. He hardened once again, however, as she continued her questions. "No. He died five years ago. He had a long rule, his death was a mercy for us." He tone had changed, it was still hard, but it had a gentler feel to it as well. Like he wanted her to understand that his hatred didn't come from no where. "I'm sorry that...I seemed so harsh, I didn't know that you were that Rae." He explained. "My friend, Maya, she's a royal. Actually, next month she'll be queen. She told me she found some letters that King Vipatti wrote. She hasn't read them, just... who they're addressed to." Riley searched her features, wanting to explain it all, but also wanting to keep the rest hidden. No one who loved someone like that, who believed them to be good, deserved to go through the pain of hearing otherwise. "If you want... I could try and get them for you."
_________________________________________ ~Riley~ Location: Sleep Over room Interactions: Rae Mentions: N/A
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Dec 5, 2018 2:51:04 GMT -5
So he was gone. There were no more chances to see him again, even just one more time. Not that it would matter in the end, she guessed. But she didn't cry. She felt like she wanted to, and she probably would later, but right now she just felt more numb than anything else.
Rae's brow creased as Riley spoke of letters. "Letters for me? Oh...I don't know," she mumbled. She was curious, but at the same time she almost just wanted to move on with what she'd been told. But what if Din explained why he did the things he did? What if he wanted to apologize? Hint at anything as to how he let himself be a tyrant?
"I'll think about it, if that's okay," Rae said. "Sorry. Um, I didn't mean to make your first blink like this. I just wasn't expecting...all of that."
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 5, 2018 4:10:01 GMT -5
(That's ok!)
Arlo followed Maladict's gaze to the ceiling. It was strange, but something about it definitely felt different since she'd gained her powers. "No- I mean, I don't think so. Can you become a witch, or do you have to be born one?" She knew magic probably worked differently in her world, but she asked anyway. She knew so little about magic. Her expression grew more curious as the vampire started talking about his world. Apparently she'd been wrong in assuming that he was from another version of Earth. It sounded like his world was very different from the one she knew. "The Disc? I've never heard of it. I guess people don't believe in magic on Earth because no one's really been able to prove that it exists." She paused then, a little surprised by his last question. She knew some blinkers came from worlds with magic, worlds without magic, or- like Maladict- worlds that weren't Earth, but she'd never heard of a world where the years weren't numbered. It was almost stranger to imagine that than it was to think that magic existed in her own world. "How do you keep track of years in your world if they aren't numbered?"
"I ... honestly don't know," Maladict admitted with a shrug. "I've only met a couple witches." Four, in fact. And he really hadn't asked any of them many questions. He'd just ... hung around in the background, for the most part. "Why would you need to prove it exists?" said Maladict, seeming honestly confused at this point. "I mean ... where I come from it's an undisputed fact. Some people don't like that it exists, but you really can't not believe in it." It was a disturbing thought, that it was possible for people to think that such a thing didn't happen within their world. He was impressed, marginally, that such a world could even function. "They're named," explained Maladict, once again hesitating. Numbering years just ... felt odd. "Like ... the centuries have names and then the years also have names. It's the Century of the Anchovy where I'm from. Year of the Clarified Horse." The fact that he would sound like he'd just spouted complete nonsense to her would go over his head. It seemed far more logical to him that years be named this way then it should be anything else. "You just ... they're named," he explained. How they kept track of them was the wrong sort of question. He just ... did. And everyone else did too. Keeping track of numbers seemed so much harder to him. "There are ... lists and things if you forget, but you really don't need to remember them for anything more than births and deaths and things." (While it is true that they name the years, and this seems to be a practice on most of the Disc, the years can be numbered in Ankh-Morpork. But Maladict wouldn't be aware of that. Technically, it's 1991 UC, under the Unseen University calendar. Said calendar is based around splitting the year in half (there are 800 days in a full Disc year), which makes the calendar a lot more confusing for timelines but a whole lot easier for agriculture, according to the wiki. But hey. What do I know? Either way, the numbered years are never really used within canon, because they just count up from the founding of something. The named years actually account for everything before that. (I had to name the year here. The closest year I could find to Monstrous Regiment was The Year of the Revolving Crab, which is 15 years off the mark. So I just kept the general naming style).
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Dec 5, 2018 21:09:30 GMT -5
Rae shook her head. "No. No, it's okay. It's been years and I had always kind of gave up hope. Just after so long I wasn't expecting to have all the answers dropped on me." She glanced down at the floor, her nose wrinkling slightly at seeing her onesie. How ridiculous had she looked while wearing this? This really didn't seem like the room for this kind of interaction. Oh well, too late now.
Rae took in a deep breath before she slowly released it. She looked back at Riley, and though her eyes were still sad, she had gotten herself together enough to last out this blink. "I'll be fine. It wasn't how I thought it'd ever happen, but...at least I know." She managed a somber smile. "But, hey, if all that wasn't too much for you we could check out the room," she offered, "there's usually some kinda puzzle or activity we have to do to be able to leave."
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 5, 2018 21:59:55 GMT -5
"Hmm... Maybe I am a witch. Or I'm becoming one," Arlo replied. It was a strange thing to think of, that she could have magic, but after coming to the House, finding the magic necklace, and being stuck in that last room, it seemed possible. To his next question, the girl shrugged. "I don't know, I guess it just... Isn't there in my world." Arlo had to force herself not to laugh when he named the century and year he was from. Century of the Anchovy? Year of the Clarified Horse? It sounded, well... pretty ridiculous, as well as confusing, especially when compared to her world's simple way of numbering years. Were many magical worlds like that? Maybe she should be asking more people about when they were from. "I've never heard of that before," she said finally. She really wasn't sure how it was possible to keep track of them. Who could remember thousands of names? Remembering the order they went in would be impossible. "Your history books must get confusing- your world has history books right?" At this point, she wouldn't be surprised if he said no. So far, she was pretty sure that his world was one of the ones least similar to her own. She should probably start writing everything down before she forgot. Arlo pulled the leather-bound notebook from the pocket of her pajamas- the House had let her keep that at least- and flipped it open to a blank page. There wasn't too much in the book yet, but that would change soon.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 6, 2018 1:51:53 GMT -5
Sleepover room -- Maladict -- --cato phoenix (If this is my last couple of replies just say he blinked out. >.< ) "Lovely," said Maladict with an almost sigh. He couldn't say he cared about witches very much. He supposed that Arlo was alright, but he couldn't help shuddering at the memory of Mistress Weatherwax. There were some things that you could fear in life. Witches were one of them. He suddenly wished he had coffee again and with careful steps he edged toward the kitchenette. It was a struggle to keep his attention on Arlo and take care of his craving at the same time, but he somehow manged to find a mug and the coffee grounds. He completely missed the coffee maker, and how to use it, and instead dumped the grounds into the cup. After a bit of a struggle, he found out how to work the hot water and then just dumped that into the mug. This taken care of, he turned back to look at Arlo. He seemed to be able to hold onto the scalding hot coffee mug without any worry for his hands. Yes, he could tell she was trying not to laugh. He didn't really understand why she was, but he was glad he'd said something amusing. "No a lot," he admitted. History books, that was. "There are libraries and things, but those are always confusing. I mean ..." He tapped his finger against the mug absentmindedly. "I remember a lot of the years. More than an average human, probably. You remember the year if something important happened in it. Why should you remember it if nothing important happened in it?" He swallowed a mouthful of what was in the mug, eyebrows knitting together out of puzzlement for a second, and then lowered it and said, "There aren't really a lot of libraries in Borogravia, though. Or any. Uberwald probably has some, but I haven't checked. My family might." He scowled, just a tiny, tiny bit here. Then he shrugged one shoulder.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 6, 2018 3:51:56 GMT -5
(Okay!) Arlo looked up from the book she'd started writing on just as he dumped the coffee grounds into his cup and poured water over them. The girl blinked a couple of times. That... wasn't how you made coffee. She would have tried to explain the coffee pot, but Maladict was already talking. "Oh. Yeah, I guess some aren't very important," she said slowly as her mind returned to the conversation and she pulled her gaze away from the coffee cup. She wasn't sure what would be so confusing about libraries, but she didn't question him any further about the subject- something else had caught her attention. "Are you not human?" He appeared human, but most of the blinkers did. "And uh," she started slowly, pointing to the coffee cup, "Does that taste a bit... odd to you?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 6, 2018 4:12:10 GMT -5
Sleepover room -- Maladict the coffee addict -- --cato phoenix"Should it?" asked Maladict, looking into the cup. "I thought it tasted a lot better than what I have back in Borogravia, but I wasn't really sure what was different. The grounds are really fine, flavors more rich ..." He trailed off, a happy little smile on his face for a second as he took another sip. Then he blinked several times, snapping out of it. "Why do you ask? I couldn't find out the coffee engine. It doesn't appear to be like the one I have. But this does in a pinch." His eyes crossed slightly again. "It would probably be even better if made correctly." It almost sounded like he was in a trance again, but then he snapped out of it and smiled at Arlo. "Ah ... oh ... no. Not human. I'm a vampire." He held up his free hand hurriedly. "Not to worry. I am a Black Ribboner." The black ribbon that he currently didn't have. He patted down his sleeve, like it might have just slipped, and then he sighed. "I am, though this place seems to have removed it again."
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 6, 2018 4:38:12 GMT -5
"Uh, it does?" Arlo voice was somewhere between surprise and concern. The coffee in his world must be terrible. Stepping over to the coffee maker and checked that the basket was empty. It appeared to be about the same as the ones she'd seen before. "This is how coffee makers work in my world," she said, opening the can of coffee grounds and measuring with a scoop as she added them to the basket, then filled the tank with water. "Then you just hit this, and it fills the pot," she finished, pressing the button to start it. "Oh! You're the second vampire I've met here then. I think you're probably from different worlds though," she replied, not seeming at all bothered by the idea that she was talking to a vampire, despite the fact that she'd said her world didn't have magic. She tilted her head to the side at his last statement, a bit confused. "Black Ribboner? I don't think I've heard of them before."
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 6, 2018 4:58:24 GMT -5
Sleepover room -- Maladict -- --cato phoenix "How does it work?" Maladict asked, staring in wonder at the coffee maker. In truth, not much in his world was technological. Oh, it contained aspects of technology, but if enough attention was poured into anything it started to develop a will. Sometimes that was good ... sometimes it really wasn't. But the base fact of the matter was that he had no idea how a basic coffee machine worked here. His was a whole lot more work, but also a whole lot simpler in structure. He looked at the pot with fascination while still sipping at the watery coffee ground stuff in his mug. It wasn't like he couldn't have both. "Thank you!" he added. "Much appreciated." The flippant way she dismissed him being a vampire was very interesting. He was just a few ... well, his species was just a few points shy of being an Abomination onto the Borogravia God. "You've met another?" he said, rather interested on one hand and wary on the other. "Did he happen to say what his name was?" For some strange reason (to Arlo, but not to him), he seemed very confident that the other vampire was a 'he'. Though he didn't explain his reasoning for that. "Does he still drink b ... b ... one second ... bl ..." His eyes crossed and then said, "Blood. Does he still drink ... that?" He tapped his fingers against the mug before answering her question. "Black Ribboners are vampires that have sworn of drinking human blood." He at least didn't seem to struggle over the word in that sentence. "Usually I'm wearing the ribbon. Apparently it didn't match the weird boxy things." He waved at the spaceships on his pajamas.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 6, 2018 5:53:26 GMT -5
Arlo just kind of shrugged. She'd never really thought about how it worked, she just knew how to use one thanks to her dad. "I guess it just heats the water and pours it through the grounds in the basket into the pot. It runs on electricity- or they do in my world," she explained, momentarily glancing up at the ceiling as she reached her last sentence. Could electricity work the same way here if the House was truly alive? Who knew. "You're welcome!" The girl nodded, though she looked slightly confused again. "Yeah, his name's Myrnin. I think he comes here pretty often. I guess he does? I mean, he is a vampire." She looked over at Maladict as she checked the coffee pot, now more more confused than she had moments before. "How is that possible? Won't you starve? And the weird boxy things look like spaceships." The coffee maker beeped and Arlo retrieved two fresh coffee cups from the cabinet. As she started pouring the coffee, she thought about what he'd said and noticed something... odd. "I never said the other vampire was a he... How did you know? Did someone else mention that vampires blinked into the House?" She replaced the coffee pot and added cream and sugar to her own cup, then set the containers on the counter. "Add more of these to make it taste sweeter."
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 6, 2018 6:16:07 GMT -5
"Adding things to coffee," said Maladict, whistling under his breath. "How novel." He'd considered it before but had never really tried it. He'd had different types of coffee beans before, but that didn't mean he'd gotten very original. "Electricity?" he seemed mildly confused, but didn't press further. Back to the subject of the other vampire, Maladict frowned. "Oh dear ... I wonder if he'll be a bad influence." He didn't know if he'd met this Myrnin fellow before. He seemed to remember a pale man telling him to 'chill' when he'd first entered the room. "I wonder if I'll run into him," he said, voice low. He wasn't really looking forward to that, not at all. It wasn't even the blood thing. Though that didn't help. It was the fact that the other vampire would be ... well ... Maladict really hadn't wrapped his brain around the fact that the worlds were different. That there could be other types of vampires. "No," he clarified for Arlo, trying to get back to her questions. "I wont. I don't actually need to eat anything. It's about the ... craving. It just needs to be 'moved' to something else." He waved a hand at the coffee maker, as if that was a perfect explanation. "That's what being a Black Ribboner means." He looked back down at his pajamas, chewing at his lips. "Spaceships ... never heard of them. Are they a thing in your world?" There were just so many questions. Fascinating, honestly. But it also put him a bit on edge. He sighed when Arlo asked how he knew it was a 'he'. "Because I am sure a female vampire would have made a more lasting impression. They tend to wear ..." He frowned at the girl, trying to judge her age. "... Or perhaps you wouldn't notice considering this room ... Tend to wear nightgowns, talk in a feathery voice, and be rather pretty. Raven hair, generally considered attractive." His voice was flatter than anything he'd ever said before. It was almost scathing, in fact. "Generally very useless and unnoticeable." Be blinked and then shrugged one shoulder. "So I just assumed." Suddenly, he blinked out. The cup he'd been holding was left hanging in the air for a second, as if confused, and then it smashed into the ground.
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Post by Sησω on Dec 6, 2018 11:30:56 GMT -5
Sleepover Room // May May gave another nod. Just as she was about to speak, the woman she had been talking to suddenly disappeared. However, she didn't have much time to react - it was only a few seconds later when she blinked out herself.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 6, 2018 19:17:02 GMT -5
Arlo listened with a mixture of curiosity and confusion as Maladict spoke. Vampires must have been different in each world. She was about to say something when Maladict disappeared and his first coffee cup smashed on the floor. Apparently the poor vampire wouldn't be getting a decent cup of coffee today. At least the cup she'd made for him was still on the counter. Taking a sip from her own cup, the girl opened her notebook again and started writing, occasionally looking up to see if anyone else had blinked. Eventually someone did- Wasn't that the Frenchman who'd been in the last room? "Hey, you were in the forest room weren't you? The one where we couldn't blink? I'm Arlo."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 6, 2018 19:55:23 GMT -5
Pride blinked into the sleepover room, a look of wide-eyed innocence printed across his face with practiced ease. “Yes, Mr. Alchemist, sir! Of course I - “ He stopped, every sense in his body informing him, painfully and loudly, that he had completely changed location once again. And this time, his sense of touch was included in the sensory assault - his well-tailored child’s suit had changed to a fluffy red onesie, with simplified evil smile emojis dotted all over the surface of the fabric. “How tedious...” he said, crossing his arms and glancing around at his fellow blinkers. What even was this place? What was it supposed to be - some kind of communal dormitory?
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Dec 6, 2018 23:17:04 GMT -5
Enjolras looked over, seeing Arlo. He recognized the blinker, now appearing as a much younger version of herself. He smiled slightly as he watched her write in the notebook; it was nice to see some semblance of the old Arlo he knew in her actions- still writing down the events of the Paradox House, he presumed. He nodded his confirmation of her question, remembering seeing Shilo and Arlo there together. As Shilo hadn't known him either, he figured he'd better reintroduce himself. "Yes, I was there. My name is Enjolras. A pleasure to meet you, Arlo."
He glanced sideways as his attention was briefly diverted by the appearance of another child, though he didn't recognize this one. At any rate, he didn't fancy having to watch children for long, especially with the pile of sweets nearby.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 7, 2018 12:25:50 GMT -5
Sherlock blinked into the sleepover room, curled as though he’d been crouched in an armchair. He was holding a small notebook in one hand and frantically scribbling in it with the other, and his bouncy black curls were shivering slightly as though the intensity of his writings had somehow given him an electric charge. He yelped and immediately tipped over backwards as his support vanished, toppling off the stool he’d appeared on and crashing down on top of several sleeping bags. His notebook flew out of his hand and landed in a nearby bowl of jello, while his pen bounced off the table and vanished in the mess before he could do more than kick and roll in an attempt to right himself. He saw the notebook and swore, leaping to his feet. “House, House, House, that’s important, it’s not yours it’s mine you can’t go ruining my personal property like that, you feindish creation!” The detective snatched the book out of the jello and twirled, holding it up to the light and squinting at it. The black words bled together on the soggy paper in various concerning shades of purple and green, and he sighed, then tossed the book over his shoulder, paying no attention as it landed back in the jello. “Ah well, I lied, it’s not that important and it isn’t mine.” He sighed again and glanced around, wiping his hand off on his long coat....or not, as he was now wearing an oversized “Blue’s Clues” themed onesie, complete with a large hood in the shape of the head of the blue dog herself. “Aaaaanyway, this is quite the room, isn’t it, what am I wearing this time?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 7, 2018 18:42:38 GMT -5
“Ridiculous clothing, isn’t it?” commented Pride, who found himself now standing next to a much, much taller man. He studied his face for a moment - sharp features, and a sort of nonsense to his actions that made the homunculus suspect he was rather eccentric. Good - normal humans were boring. Maybe this one would actually make for good conversation. He sighed, shaking his head as he looked back over his emoji pajamas. Compared to his usual suit jacket, it was...undignified. Not that he wasn’t used to that - he was playing a very young child in his own world, after all. Undignified sort of came with the territory. “Evidently, the person or persons who’ve trapped us here have a sense of humor.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 8, 2018 12:30:09 GMT -5
Sherlock glanced down, eyebrows raised, as a nearby child dress in emoji pajamas addressed him. Not that he could judge, considering what he was wearing. He shook his head to make his ears swing, then smirked down at the kid and sat down on the the corner of the table. “Oh yes, the Paradox House is nothing if not amusing.” He agreed, extending a hand...paw? “I’m Sherlock Holmes, by the way, consulting detective. I’m quite the regular here, I knew the first person to ever blink, to anyone’s knowledge that is, obviously there could have been entire other groups of people long before her, but when she blinked in there wasn’t anyone there and she’s never met anyone other then newcomers so it’s safe to say she’s got more experience than anyone else, at least, she did.” He paused for breath, his smirk deepening. “I suppose you’re still quite new? This isn’t your first blink, but it’s probably at least in the first, say ten?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 8, 2018 15:21:22 GMT -5
Pride stared at the strange man - Sherlock Holmes - as he rambled on and on, speech growing faster and faster until the homunculus wasn’t sure how he wasn’t tripping over his own tongue. He didn’t take his hand when it was offered - he just turned away to quietly observe the rest of the room, enjoying the calm that came with not having to play Selim. “Four times,” he answered, after the silence had dragged on just long enough to make you wonder if he was going to say anything at all. “In my own dimension’s chronology, I first ‘blinked in’ five weeks, three days, seven hours, and eight seconds ago.” That last part was totally unnecessary, of course, except Sherlock seemed to think he was a very intelligent brand of human and it was starting to get on his nerves.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 8, 2018 15:40:44 GMT -5
Sherlock scooped up a handful of popcorn and began to munch his way through it as the Pride spoke, his bright blue eyes taking in everything from the humunculus’ tone to his expression. He didn’t seem like an ordinary kid. It was possible he was human, with or without powers, but equally possible he was something else entirely and just looked human, there was no way to know yet. He probably had some sort of supernatural ability judging from his distinctly un-childlike mannerisms so far, and if this was only his fourth blink he should really still be freaked out by it at least a little. Pride struck him as being more irritated than anything else, though. The detective hummed slightly under his breath as the kid calculated his time down to the seconds. Another solid clue he wasn’t normal, then. “Ah, first five, then, you really are new aren’t you? I suppose you’ve had the thing explained already but if you’ve got any questions ask away.” Given that those specifics were completely useless, Sherlock guessed the boy was at least a little bit stuck up. Which could come in handy, if it came to that. “What’s your name?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 8, 2018 16:00:45 GMT -5
I am the Homunculus Pride,” he said, straightening up a little as he said it out loud. “And I have no questions. It’s really not that difficult of a concept to understand.” He smirked, raising his eyebrows at the detective as he caught his intense gaze. It felt like he was trying to pick him apart - dissect him just by reading his body language and expressions. He’d seen other humans attempt similar feats. “So? What have you deducted?” he asked simply, mostly just to satisfy his own curiosity. He wondered how much the man had been able to figure out just by watching him. It might give him an idea of his actual intelligence.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 8, 2018 16:40:40 GMT -5
Well, that answered that question. Sherlock had no doubt that Pride was just showing off if he said he understood the House. Either that or he was a lot dumber than he looked, and the detective was pretty sure that wasn’t the case. He almost laughed as the child introduced himself with the perfect, no deductions required name. “Well, if the shoe fits I suppose, did they name you that before or after you assumed you knew everything there was to know about the universe?” He smirked and helped himself to a bowl of trail mix, picking out all the candies and popping them in his mouth as the humunculus continued. “Oh, everything.” He answered the challange in the most condescendingly dismissive tone he could summon up. This kid was making him feel like he had to show off, at least a little bit, so he smirked and rose to the challange. “Skipping over the obvious fact that you aren’t human and half some powers, and the fact that you think pretty highly of yourself, you don’t like ordinary people much but you have to pretend you are one for some reason, I’d guess using that body of yours to deflect suspicion. It’s too bad you’re not wearing you’re regular clothes or I could tell you you’re exact date of birth, but the House does everything for a reason, so then your morality is a bit on the gray side. The question is, why bother acting like a human? You have to have a greater goal in mind, or someone else you’re working with does, that’s more important to you than comfort, which means you care about something, you’re not just messing around, that is interesting...” He gestured towards the kid, eyes narrowed, in full detective mode now. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to. “Look at your haircut. It’s too even to have been done by you, too stylized to have grown that way, and too carefully done to be done by someone who doesn’t care, it suggests innocence. Your fingernails are well cared for as well, you don’t get much exercise, do you? I’d say you prefer control to doing the dirty work yourself, which means you have people under you, doing as you say. A leader, then, working for an ideal greater than yourself, manipulating anyone you have to, and certainly not used to being told ‘no’.” He dropped his hand and crossed one leg nearly over the other. He was grinning, now. “Which makes the House rather frustrating for you, doesn’t it? You were lying, you don’t understand it at all, and you hate that.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 8, 2018 17:03:10 GMT -5
Pride gritted his teeth as the man went on, and on...and on and on and on, effectively dissecting his entire life story at a glance. How...? Sure, he’d expected him to be good, but he was uncomfortably good, irritatingly good. He admitted it to himself, if just for a moment...he’d been caught off guard by the detective’s near-supernatural skill. And judging by the look on his face, he was also incredibly pleased with himself. Which made him even more annoying. “Actually,” he said, careful to erase any sign of the shock he’d felt at the deduction and replace it with an easy smile. “Aside from me not being a normal child, all of that was incorrect.” He sighed, waving dismissively, as if disappointed in what could’ve turned out to be a very intelligent debate. But I suppose you did try your best...and I must give you credit for at least getting something right.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 8, 2018 17:18:29 GMT -5
What? “What?” Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the humunculus child, stiffening at the look on his face. He mind flew over his logic, searching for a mistake as he would search lines of code for a bug, but he found none, all of that should have been safely correct, he hadn’t even gotten overconfident as a result of Pride’s jabs, which he was incidentally quite proud of himself for doing, but in this case it made the thing worse. Deductions in the House always had a higher rate of flaws due simply to the sheer immense volume of possibilities, but everything? That didn’t make sense, Maybe he was lying. Sherlock closed his eyes for a moment, blocking out the room so he could think. He already knew Pride had no problem lying to make himself look smarter, as he’d already done by saying he understood the House, which was a dumb thing to say. He also knew that he often made more annoying mistakes in the House than anywhere else. Not to mention after the clone situation he couldn’t rule out the possibility of the House messing with him in the living room in addition to the other rooms, which could explain some of this. He opened his eyes and returned the child’s easy smile. Two could play at this game, whatever it was. “Ah, is that so? Everything? Well, that’s unfortunate, now isn’t it? Tell, me, what is the truth, then?”
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