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Post by Sησω on Dec 14, 2018 15:00:27 GMT -5
Living Room // May May blinked in, immediately tripping over the fuel which Hange had splashed. Before she could land on the ground, she conjured a chair out of darkness that caught her fall. It was uncertain whether she didn't notice the smell or didn't mind it, as it didn't appear to affect her in any way. So she was here again and her powers worked. The one-winged woman didn't know if she'd see this place again. About a month had passed in her world since her previous blink. Standing up, she allowed the chair to disappear. "Hello!" she greeted, looking towards the other blinkers, neither of which she knew.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 14, 2018 15:07:02 GMT -5
[[ Living room || Eliyen ]] "-do a thing like that?" Eliyen said as she appeared in the living room, her hood casting a shadow over her face. She was sitting at the table with her chair kicked back on two legs again, spinning a small knife, smiling slightly as she looked down across the table at someone who was no longer there, a glint of mischief in her eye. Her smile fell and she let out a sigh when she realized no one was there. "Aw, now? I wanted to find out what the job was." Oh well, at least she had her weapons and wasn't in that ridiculous outfit again.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 14, 2018 15:09:29 GMT -5
Hange’s eyes widened as they spotted the flamethrower - they had no idea what it was, but the smoke pouring out of it informed them that it was heat and possibly flame producing. And open flames and gasoline didn’t tend to mix...well, at least not unless you wanted to level three city blocks and get suspended by your captain for two weeks and banned from your own lab indefinitely. They threw themself unceremoniously out of Sherlock’s line of fire, and unfortunately directly into the trajectory of the flamethrower, now sailing through the air after having been chucked to the side by the same detective. The heavy metal device made contact, hitting their face and breaking their glasses with a sharp snap that was quickly followed by a thud as both they and the device hit the ground. They lay still, stunned for a moment, then promptly sat up, a massive bruise forming over their left eye. They squinted at Sherlock, trying to see without the benefit of their glasses. “Ah, no, no rooms lately,” they admitted, as if nothing had happened. “Disappointingly.” They whipped their head around(and almost keeled over from dizziness - possibly from being hit over the head with a flamethrower) as another blinker spoke from nearby, just in time to see them conjure...something? Out of midair. “Aaaahhhh...amazing!” they exclaimed, scrambling to their feet and discarding both the flamethrower and their glasses. “How did you do that?!”
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 14, 2018 15:09:48 GMT -5
"Why must I deal with that infuriating man!" Myrnin complained. "Ever since he moved into the Goldman's I haven't been allowed within fifty feet. Amelie, is it really -" He cut himself off when he realized he was ranting to a completely different room and - in this case - a bookcase. Anyway, he'd already forgotten who he'd been ranting about. The room smelled of fuel. He rounded at the room at large, looking from face to face. May was unfamiliar, but he grinned when he saw Sherlock and the busted flamethrower. "What happened? Someone get on your good side or your bad side?" Because for him it could have been either. He reached into his pocket of what looked to be a chef's shirt, complete with the white color. Those this one, like Hange's outfit, was stained. He pulled out a roll of duck tape and moved over to the flamethrower which Hange had abandoned, lifting it up and beginning to mess with it. No one should really have been surprised if he got it to work in some way by the end of the blink, possibly by some magic. For starters, however, he also reached down and picked up the glasses. He carefully ducktaped the nose piece, since it had cracked, and then looked over the glasses. "Can I fix these?" he asked. Hange would probably be the only one who would ever like how he 'fixed' them. Speaking of Hange, he vaguely recognized them. As if he'd dreamed about them more then actually met them. He raised a hand, hesitantly, and waved. Then he looked at May and said, "And who are you?"
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Post by Sησω on Dec 14, 2018 15:24:34 GMT -5
Living Room // May As Hange seemingly got excited, May remembered something - another blinker had mentioned a world without magic. Possibly the scientist was from such a place? "It's my magic," she stated, briefly allowing an artificial shadow to form on the nearest wall as a demonstration. She would've asked if they were okay after being hit due to the bruise on their eye, but they seemed to be acting fine. "My name is May," she replied, turning her gaze towards Myrnin.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 14, 2018 15:26:56 GMT -5
Sherlock turned in a full circle, looking from face to face as the room filled quickly around him. He didn’t know May or Eliyen, but he grinned back as the familiar vampire appeared at last. He’d missed Myrnin, it felt like it had been months seen they’d talked. His head whipped around so fast his neck cracked as the twin thumbs alerted him to the consequences of his rash actions. “Hange?” He said uncertainly as they lay there, unmoving....he hadn’t just...? He exhaled loudly when they sat up, and grinned again, rubbing his neck. “Ah, too bad. Neither have I, the last one was just trying to make us all fall asleep or something of the sort, a bit dull to be blunt.” “And if you could possibly fix that that’d be marvelous.” He added with a glance at Myrnin. The detective took a few steps towards the other blinker and stopped, giving the duct tape a critical inspection. He was fairly sure he could fix a flamethrower with duct tape if he wanted to, but...he had his doubts about anyone else having the knowledge or skill, or hand eye coordination, to do it. Still, if anyone could, it was Myrnin. Anyway, knew blinkers. He glanced between May and Eliyen, taking in their appearances curiously. May was definitely magic (oh there, she just said so, perfect) but Eliyen he wasn’t certain about,
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 14, 2018 15:28:01 GMT -5
[[ Living Room || Eliyen ]] "Wha-" Eliyen leapt onto the table as a flamethrower and anther blinker soared past, sending her chair crashing to the floor. She stayed there for a moment, still holding her knife in one hand and a mug of some sort of drink in the other, then hopped back down to the floor, her gaze sweeping over the other blinkers. The only one she recognized was May. "Well, this looks more interesting than that last place," she commented. To May she added, "Huh, I didn't know you could do that."
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 14, 2018 15:37:35 GMT -5
"If you say so," said Myrnin to Sherlock and Eliyen about the 'last place'. It was the last room he'd been in too. "But considering, I don't think it's such a bad thing not having a room trying to kill us. It was better than the upstairs, that was for sure." His expression flattened in annoyance as he poured over both the glasses and the flamethrower. It was very doubtful that Sherlock would find the same use for the latter when he was done with it. But that aside ... He looked at May again, eyebrows raising. "So ... can you just wave your hand and make anything appear? Or are there limits?" He scratched at a space between his teeth with a fingernail. He seemed generally demure, at least for Myrnin. "Why were you using this thing anyway?" he asked Sherlock, holding up the shell of the machine. "And why is there ... this all over?" He waved at the fuel. "Because I'd be a deader man if that had gone off."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 14, 2018 15:55:27 GMT -5
“Oh, yes, please do, if you’re able and willing,” said Hange, squinting blindly at the man who had offered so graciously to fix their glasses for them. They didn’t recognize the rolled up stuff he was holding - although, whether that was because it didn’t exist in their world or because they were currently half blind they couldn’t be sure. “Lovely to see you again by the way. The papers you gifted me on your last blink proved to be quite extraordinary - I admit, much of it was beyond even my mathematical skill.” As Myrnin brought up the gasoline, they shrugged, then offered an apologetic half-how. “My apologies for the mess and potential deadly conditions. When I blinked here, I was refueling several machines, and apparently, the House was too impatient to wait until after I’d finished.”
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Post by Sησω on Dec 14, 2018 16:22:30 GMT -5
Living Room // May "I thought it was pretty neat, with the outfit changes and food," May commented. She couldn't see what would be boring about it, but possibly the others had been in more rooms before. Shifting the subject, she added, "It's just darkness. My twin sister can do the same, but with light." This time, the woman didn't give another demonstration of her power.
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Post by Auransky on Dec 14, 2018 16:26:05 GMT -5
"Apologies-for failing your expectations. I shall await here to receive punishment-" In the distance, the sound of a large door slamming aggressively filled the empty hall. He closed his eyes, as his silent means of frustration. The man was kneeling, with his head ducked down. He wore his red laced, black tunic which rested underneath his silver armor. Along his waist, he had a very loose brown leather belt, with a silver buckle that had two feathers engraved on the plate. Along his back he wore a large red square scarf that hid a crest underneath, the two ends of the scarf ran parallel along his shoulders in the front. His normally neatly brushed dirty-blonde hair was falling out of place towards the left covering his left eye. Knowing that the door had shut in the back, he knew his audience had left too. Even then he felt the need to finish his sentence,"-as you see fit-" He softly opened his eyes, only to struggle as the lighting in the room had drastically changed. The cold, dark and empty room was now filled with shelves, the smell of fuel was in the air, and there was five voices present. He tilted his head slowly up, to see the room had drastically changed, actually the room had shrunk entirely, and there were four strangers present. Is this punishment? He observed the new setting, a little confused but also wondering if this was his pending punishment. Perhaps it was? Most likely... Unsure as to whether to stand, or remain kneeling he kneeled in place, his turquoise eyes adjusting to the setting and people present.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 14, 2018 16:26:10 GMT -5
“Long story.” Sherlock waved his hand, dismissing the question. He didn’t feel like talking about himself at the moment, there was too much going on at the same time, and he already knew everything about his own situation, which wasn’t even that interesting to begin with. Just some gang of stuck up amateurs who couldn’t even pull off a proper kidnapping. “So it is as dangerous as it looks?” He asked interestedly as the vampire continued, and he moved over to crouch nest to the strong-smelling tank of dubious fuel. “Tell me, what sort of machine does this power? Weapons, scientific equipment, medical, anything like that? Whatever it is must take a lot of power to function, so it must be important in your world, something rather pressing I’d guess and you’re a scientist, correct? So what would you need with that much power...?” May’s comment distracted him, and he glanced at the young woman, eyes narrowing slightly and the edges of his mouth turned up. “Well, you know, darkness is merely the absence of light, so your sister got the better deal overall, she can mimic your power just by pulling light away from a spot.” Sherlock turned, startled by the appearance of yet another completely new face. He looked pretty confused, maybe it was his first time...the detective offered him a casual wave. “Hullo there. You’re perfectly safe at the moment, don’t worry.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 14, 2018 16:26:59 GMT -5
After several minutes of fiddling, which Myrnin manged to talk throughout, he held up the glasses. Somehow, the glass had been replaced. The frames were also now complete with several different hooks and the broken set of glass was now an extra eye piece. "Yes, yes," he murmured to himself. Then he stood up and walked over to Hange, holding the spectacles out to them. They looked very steampunk-like now. "Papers you say? If you wished for any help with them, I imagine I could figure something out." Yes, he remembered papers. He nodded several times, rather slowly, as he tried to grasp the details. "No problem," he responded. "It is nice to see you again as well, though from how you are squinting I highly doubt you can see much." He looked down at the puddles of fuel, now they'd been brought back to his attention. "Oh the House does love to do that. I would not be surprised if it did so just to start a conversation." Turning to May, he seemed rather excited. "So ... if you were put in complete light, would you be unable to preform magic?" There was a moment of silence as he looked back at the flamethrower, only to have his vision blocked ever so slightly by the new blinker. Who was pretty easy to pick out as a new blinker. "Oooo!" said Myrnin, pointing. "It's a newbie. Let's ambush him." His lips pulled together in an 'o' and he sounded quite ridiculous. But his attention shifted just as quickly to Sherlock again and he whined, shuffling forward until he was in the detectives personal space. "But I wanna know what you were doing, Shirley." He probably didn't realize he'd gotten the name wrong. Sherlock seemed focused on the fuel, however, and Myrnin scoffed. "War, probably. Hange is smart. But," he pointed at the container, "It would either be industry or one of the things ya just stated. And an economy wouldn't expect that much power unless it was for something just as large. But it ain't as advanced as either of our words. Don't come from Earth. And all the people I've seen that aren't from Earth are at war." He looked over at Hange, like he was checking. His eyes found the new blinker again.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 14, 2018 16:44:18 GMT -5
[[ Living Room || Eliyen ]] "Hmm, that seems pretty useful," Eliyen said to May. Something in her tone had changed slightly, but it was hard to tell what she was thinking. The immortal woman's power reminded her of something. She was distracted from whatever she'd been thinking of when another blinker appeared, judging by his confusion, it was probably the first time he'd been to the House. "New here?" rather than waiting for an answer, she just kept talking "This place is called the Paradox House. It has really weird rooms but you'll be sent back to wherever and whenever you're from eventually." Her brief description was probably more confusing than helpful, but since everyone she'd talked to was almost as new as she was, it was about all she knew.
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Post by Sησω on Dec 14, 2018 16:56:06 GMT -5
Living Room // May "No, as I can create darkness as well," May responded, "My sister and I essentially have opposite abilities. We each have our own tricks." Their master had created them equally, so neither twin was supposed to have an advantage over the other. As Myrnin mentioned it, she noticed the confused man. He looked confused, similar to how she had been on her own first blink. A person who's newer than me, she took in. "Hello!" the white-haired woman couldn't help but throw a greeting at the stranger.
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Post by Auransky on Dec 14, 2018 17:10:58 GMT -5
Being addressed to by Sherlock, he couldn't help but stiffen at the mention of being safe. This was clearly what he was waiting for, the perfect punishment. To be assured you were safe... nonetheless: it didn't matter. She would not allow him to parish easily, she needed him.... The second person was Myrnin, who's voice of excitement only concluded his initial thoughts. Indeed... I await to receive what I deserve... His gaze kept on Myrnin the excited one. When directed too by Eliyen, he couldn't help but speak up now. "Paradox House?" He slowly raised a brow, what sort of new punishment was this? Clearly something she obtained while he was out on his campaign... Whatever this house was, this must be necessary since he had stopped reacting to the usual punishments, years ago. His head now turned to look around, glimpsing at May who called out to him before observing the room once again. His attention returned to Myrnin who's attention was already directed at himself. Whatever this is... I must not resist. She wants that... Returning his attention over to Sherlock, he stood up taking a moment to dust himself off, then readjust his out of place hair so that both of his turquoise eyes could address Sherlock directly. "Are you the warden?" He asked softly. "If these three here" He referred to Eliyen, May and Myrnin, "are your guards, then I shall not resist. Do as you please." He dipped his head towards the detective. "I have no intention to scream."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 14, 2018 17:20:32 GMT -5
“Shirley?” That was enough to get his attention. Sherlock stared at the Myrnin ignoring the violation of his personal space in the interest of listening to every strange word out of the vampire’s mouth, analyzing it like an especially stubborn bit of code. “Yes, but so could she, couldn’t she?” He answered May, but he was too distracted to look at her. The newbie was standing up now and didn’t seem to have bought the whole safety idea, going by his furtive glances around the room and the way he was turned slightly away from the others, as though trying to protect himself, making himself less of a target. He clearly expected to be attacked. The curly haired detective glanced down at the tank again for a split second before turning back to give Myrnin another searching look with one eyebrow raised, his forehead creased in thought. “Yes yes yes, you’re right, for the most part, not everyone but certainly the majority.” He agreed, slowly st first. “It’s a fair thought, anyway.” Back to the newbie. Sherlock blinked, surprised to be addressed so respectfully by a completely new person, who should really be panicking and lashing out at everyone. “What?” He paused. “I’m sorry, Ah...you’ve got the wrong idea. I’m not a warden at all.” He smiled. For once, it wasn’t his manic grin or self-satisfied smirk, it was...almost gentle. He spread his arms to the sides, showing he wasn’t armed, and continued in a softer tone. “Really, no one is going to hurt you. All right, the rooms are a bit dangerous, but here? We’re all friends, in the same strange situation you’ve now found yourself.” Another short pause. “What’s your name?”
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 14, 2018 17:23:30 GMT -5
[[ Living Room || Eliyen ]]
"Paradox House," Eliyen repeated, sheathing her knife before picking up the chair she'd knocked down earlier. She sat back down and kicked the chair back as she put her boots on the table and took a sip from the mug she was holding. "Weird place that exists in an a world of its own that randomly sucks people in from different worlds and times. It's kinda interesting actually."Hearing the newbies comment about her and the others being Sherlock's guards, she laughed, nearly choking on her drink. "I have have no clue who he is and I assure you that I'm no one's guard but my own." She glanced over at the detective. He seemed like someone who'd been in the House quite a bit, as did most of the other people in the room. "Who are all of you anyway?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 14, 2018 18:09:01 GMT -5
"All friends?" questioned Myrnin, thinking up at least a dozen blinkers who were neither his friends nor particularly friendly. But he let Sherlock do the introductions because he was never very good with them. He licked at his teeth, puzzling over the flamethrower again and sat on the floor, completely unworried about the newest blinker's question over whether they were guards. He pointed at May with one finger. "She's got a wing. You honestly think you're in Kansas anymore?" The pointing finger swiveled around like a periscope until it was pointing at Eliyen. "I am Myrnin," he said shortly. "And to get it out of the way, I'm a vampire." The hand swiveled, jabbing in the direction of Sherlock and actually poking him in the side several time. "This is Shirley. He's a detective who likes to shout from the top of tables." He spun the finger around and it indicated Hange. "That's Hange. They're just crazy. Hello Hange. Hange is smart." He pointed a the newest blinker. "Newbie." And then May. "And that's ... Way. That's Way." Then he went back to ducktaping the flamethrower.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 14, 2018 18:23:18 GMT -5
Hange took the glasses and set them gingerly on their face, making a couple of minute adjustments until the frames sat perfectly in place. “Incredible,” they said in a hushed tone, amazed by how well they could see out of the newly...magically...? repaired glasses. “Truly magnificent, Myrnin! You must show me how you accomplished that sometime, I’d love to learn. This could have such far reaching implications for the science behind fools’ magic like alchemy, and...” They stopped as Myrnin addressed them again, this time introducing them to a new blinker they hadn’t even noticed. At the ‘Hange is smart’ remark, they took a bow, sweeping their hand out in front of their chest to complete the gesture. “Very nice to meet you, ma’am!” They glanced at May again - they didn’t want to forget to ask her later about her skills, too.
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Post by Auransky on Dec 14, 2018 18:35:08 GMT -5
Remaining silent during the ordeal, his attention focused back and forth between the detective and the other vampire. He wasn't questioning the combination, as that would do little to change the situation. He couldn't help but look briefly up now, the room's height had changed... at least from the previous room. "Did I speak out of term?" he asked Sherlock in response to the detectives, 'what' "If so, I apologize for my ignorance-" His words died down, he overlooked the comment about not being a warden. "You are not a warden?" He raised a brow. "Then.." He crossed his arms with two possibilities crossing his mind. Before he could speak once again, Eliyen caught his attention, and in response he immediately turned to address her. "I see, so this Paradox house is a prison crafted by the gods?" His voice carried interest to such a consideration. Or was it crafted by another world? He thought to himself. When she mentioned that she was nobody's guard, he sharply turned to see Sherlock once again. "Then, by friends, you are all of the same group?" He asked, the idea of not war wasn't clicking. "Kansas?" He was caught off guard by such a distant word. Quickly though, he regained his composure, by turning when addressed to see the Woman with a wing, "There is nothing wrong with having a wing, it's a sign of pride to reach for the heavens." He replied, with some spew of a history lessons he had taken not too long ago with a tutor ordered by her Highness. "Some of my best men, pride themselves with one wing, despite loosing them in battle." he proceeded further. Keeping his arms crossed, he tightened his grip, this man Myrnin was speaking too freely. His attention turned around the room to the people Myrnin introduced, first Sherlock or, Sherly... then Hange, and May. What a strange punishment? But then again, what better punishment then to place him in a room full of people that stand below the standards of expectations, or worst, the individuals willing to dive below the expectations just to irritate him. Oh that clever women... He complimented her, it disgusted him just thinking that. He wanted to cut his tongue off for thinking such rabid thoughts. Wait a minute.. He looked over to the side, Why did he announce he's a vampire? Is he stupid or something? Of course I know what he is... Taking his little moment, he took a step back now to get a wider view of the room of insanity before him. "Why is a detective in such a place that prides itself to punish the unforgivable?" He directed his question to Sherlock, it was thanks to Myrnin's comments that some things were making sense whereas other things were not.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 14, 2018 18:47:08 GMT -5
“Sherlock.” The more experienced blinker corrected quickly. The idea of being known as “Shirley” by anyone who blinked in from now was too terrible to think about. He waved, glancing over at May and Eliyen too. “Sherlock Holmes. Hello everyone, nice to meet you.” He went quiet as the newbie continued to take it all in, his eyes moving over the strange outfit the other was wearing. It looked like a uniform, and he seemed to expect to be attacked, or tortured maybe, by this “warden”. Was he in a war? Had he been caught? Maybe he was being punished...? “To be honest, we don’t exactly know what it is, but we’re working on it.” He admitted, then blinked, a frown creasing his forehead. “‘Punish the unforgivable’? That’s a little dramatic, isn’t it? Nothing’s even happened to you yet.”
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Post by Sησω on Dec 14, 2018 19:07:14 GMT -5
Living Room // May "She can move light from one spot to another, similar to what I can do with darkness. However, she can't get rid of it," May stated, looking towards Sherlock. While what she had said was mostly true, her twin sister could remove light of her own creation. If it was already present in a space, she wouldn't be able to get rid of it. Turning her attention back to Myrnin and Elliot, she responded, "I'm a servant, though you could consider me a guard." The outfit she was wearing practically gave away the fact she was a maid, after all.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 14, 2018 19:11:02 GMT -5
[[ Living Room || Eliyen ]] At the word "vampire", Eliyen's smile faltered momentarily. Just another normal vampire like the one she'd met before? He didn't look like a shade and they were from different worlds... she would probably question him later, but for now she wouldn't worry about it. "Well, nice to meet you all I suppose," she said finally. "Name's Eliyen. If it matters, I'm a shade hunter."To the newbie, she shrugged. "Ehhh... If it was a prison I don't think it would bother sending us back, it would just keep us here. No idea who made it though." She raised an eyebrow as she listened to him continue speaking to Myrnin and Sherlock. The elf hadn't seen the House as a punishment, but when she thought about it, she could see how it could feel that way. It had been her job to protect her little sister, but Vyra had been sent into another world without her, and Eliyen had failed to find to reach her. Now she'd been pulled into another world, but it wasn't the one she needed and she still had no idea how to get there. Still, she felt the he was being rather over dramatic.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 14, 2018 19:13:34 GMT -5
"You mean apart from being yanked from his world into a group of strangers who then proceeded to tell him he was in a crazy, insane, and just plain weird building with dangerous rooms," Myrnin corrected Sherlock. "You sure nothings happened to him yet?" He looked back at the new blinker and asked, "What's your na -" He cut himself off when he heard what Hange said. His chest puffed up in a ridiculous look of offense. "Excuse me!" he said to Hange. "Alchemy is not magic nor is it made for fools. I happen to be an alchemist and I am fairly sure I can beat your science. It is far too lacking in my world and I have no doubt it is in yours as well." It looked like Hange had hit a nerve. He deflated just as hurriedly and added, more kindly and completely turning around, "My apologies. But it would be a pleasure to teach you anything you'd like." Finally, he looked back at May, trying to see her as this new blinker was trying to. He didn't think he could, since he was 99.9% sure they were from different worlds. "Oooookay," he said to the new blinker. "If you say so. But this isn't a place that has anything to do with your old world. Isn't that right, Shirley?"
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Post by Auransky on Dec 14, 2018 19:43:56 GMT -5
"To an extant it can appear a little exaggerated." Elliot shrugged at the thought, "however, before I left for my campaign, her Highness promised me a punishment like no other for my continuous failures." He casually replied , a t the same time gripped himself even more tighter then before. "I assumed she had reached out to another world to meet her agenda." He paused his attention turning to May who was comparing herself to a warden guard, that clearly wasn't helping figure out whether this was a ploy or actually a different setting."a place that would not send us back?" He repeated some of Eliyen's words. "I personally believe that a place that continues to send you back is an ideal punishment. To go back and repeat or continue to sin, only to get pulled back elsewhere without a further thought. It means you both failed and never entirely carried out your task." He shared his reasoning. His attention returned to Myrnin, who seemed to somewhat be cooling down from his earlier explosions of excitement. The man was speaking in a tolerable manor. And then the vampire killed it with one comment from Hinge, is this man really a guard? Some doubt was coming to mind. If they weren't guards, were they prisoners? No, impossible ... We don't allow prisoners... Seeing as Sherlock was the reasonable of the lot, he returned his attention to the detective, "Pardon, Sherlock." He kept tabs on everyone's introductions. "If this isn't a prison , and perhaps not the underworld , or the dream world , or any realm I am familiar with , then what exactly is this place? If not a place to tear one apart intentionally , can this be considered another world in itself?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 14, 2018 20:26:30 GMT -5
“Well, all right, I suppose something’s happened to him.” Sherlock admitted, his head tilted slightly as he considered the situation from a newbie’s point of view. He’d gotten so used to the strangeness, sometimes it didn’t even strike him as strange anymore, something he hadn’t even really realized before. Not that he didn’t still find it fascinating and stimulating of course, that would likely never fade. But...maybe it wasn’t as shocking anymore. Maybe the House actually fit into his perception of the universe, somehow. It was a weird thought. As Myrnin and Hange dove into the subject of alchemy, he turned and gave Elliot his full attention. So he did think this was a punishment of some sort, although it didn’t sound like he’d gotten on the wrong side of a war, only that he’d failed someone important and expected he was paying the price. Well, at least he wasn’t sticking with “Shirley”. “Yes, something like that, I think.” He agreed. “Another world, one with the unique ability to draw people into itself from all different worlds and create rooms, situations for them to escape by solving a problem.” He waved towards the hall. “Through there. Endless doors, each with a different puzzle behind it. As for whether or not there’s intention behind it, that’s been endlessly debated, but I personally think it likely that there is a mind, or minds, involved.” He smiled. “It’s confusing, even when you’re used to it, but you’lol get the hang of it if you blink in enough.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 14, 2018 20:37:42 GMT -5
Hange, under normal circumstances, would have been glad to dive right into their strong distaste for alchemy and those who practice it. Science paraded around as magic by those who have stopped trying understand it, they always said. Foolish men who could be excellent scientists, if they weren’t so blinded by tradition and mysticism. But under the circumstances, with Myrnin’s world being one big question mark, they simply accepted Myrnin’s apology, and kept their mouth shut. “No need to apologize, I was not offended,” they assured him, and it was true. They simply loved to debate people, and as a result, they were quite difficult to offend. “Though I do disagree with your take, that disagreement applies only to my own world. I am quite certain that that alchemy and magic do not exist, but it may just be the opposite in your own world. I am speaking to a vampire, after all...so why not a vampire who practices alchemy?” As Myrnin rounded on Sherlock, keeping with the nickname, they grinned, rising to the occasion. “Ah, yes, Shirley...please do educate us!”
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