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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 14, 2018 20:41:11 GMT -5
[[ Living Room || Eliyen ]] "This place has nothing to do with your world, and I'm pretty sure that none of us are from the same world." Eliyen said. She tried to think of something else to say, but she herself had only been in the House a few times. Instead, she just took another sip of her drink and listened to the others. Each with a different puzzle behind it... So far she'd seen a room that made their thoughts become reality, and another room that stuck them in strange clothes. She hadn't really been able to figure out either of them, but she'd blinked out before she'd really had a chance to.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Dec 14, 2018 20:55:46 GMT -5
Aizawa stepped curiously toward the table of snacks, stopping only slightly as Enjolras blinked in. So definitely French, he thought, eyeing the patriotic onesie. "Yep," he said, a wry smile crept onto his face as the man echoed his own words back at him. Enjolras looked a little better than he had during their last encounter. Okay, a little was putting it nicely. The man looked like a damn angel. Taking a careful sip of the coffee, he succeeded in only burning his tongue a little before turning back to browse the snacks. Zero healthy things, of course. Reaching over, he took a chocolate frosted doughnut. "Anything going to kill us in this room?" he asked conversationally, even as he shuffled away from Enjolras to slump carefully onto a beanbag chair, coffee splashing dangerously close to the edge of the cup.
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Post by Auransky on Dec 14, 2018 21:47:18 GMT -5
"Puzzles and endless doors. Clearly something made from an outside force." Elliot considered now, "My guess, dangerous by the mention of your colleagues, earlier." He was pulling out snippets from the conversation up to this point in order to make sense of it all. If this wasn't what was pending his arrival then this was a completely different anomaly,as Eliyen mentioned this was a different world. He could understand that part, that was nothing new... forbidden for some to travel, but required for others. But now that raised red flags. Resistance, opponents, traitors? Hades himself? This was a new form of concern, but for the time being it seemed like everything was normal, in the terms of the normal he observes when passing through villages and towns. He pondered for a moment, falling silent to consider. After a bit, he nodded slowly, "Very well.." He replied now taking everything into consideration. "It is too early to decide anything, but for the time being I shall go along with it." He placed his right hand gently against his chest, his fingertips tapping against the metal which hung over his tunic. Next he dipped his head slightly, "My name is, Elliot Marwolaeth, head and right hand knight to Queen Marwolaeth. Should you need of my services, ask and I shall do my best to accommodate. Should I upset or impede, please provide whatever punishment is deemed necessary. Lastly," he paused, "what punishment shall I receive for withholding my introduction for so long?" He lastly asked Sherlock with some curiosity and concern.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Dec 14, 2018 21:47:59 GMT -5
"Thrilling," Aizawa deadpanned, dipping the doughnut into the coffee. It would be interesting to test, he thought, eyeing the doughnut. Maybe it would let him know if this place was real or if it was just in his head. After all, if it was real, he would stay injured or dead after he unfroze. If it was in his head, he simply wouldn't be dead or injured. He would prefer to be injured. Something small, like a paper cut.
His gaze landed on the pieces of paper scattered around the floor. That would work. Setting the coffee down and holding the doughnut in his mouth, he leaned forward to snatch one of the scraps of paper, then ran his finger along the edge. The paper bit into his skin, blood welling up from the small cut. Good, maybe now he could get some answers.
Leaning back, he tried to put the piece of paper back on the ground, only to find it sticking stubbornly to his fingers. Blinking at it, he tried to peel it off, only to find it transfer smoothly to stick just as stubbornly to his other fingers. What the f[oops]. Eyes narrowing, he noticed for the first time there was writing on it.
Find 10 things in common.
Oh no.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 14, 2018 22:05:54 GMT -5
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, glaring at both Myrnin and Hange as they continued using the offending nickname. What if the newbies got confused and started calling him that all the time? Shirley. Why’d it have to be Shirley. Why couldn’t it be something like “detective” or...maybe just his name, actually. He turned back to the newbie, taking in the name and everything that followed it. The right hand of the queen, hm? Maybe the same queen that was going to punish him so terribly? “I’ll remember that, in case I find myself in dire need of a knight.” The detective quipped, his lips twitching up in a smirk. That faded a second later. “No one here has any right to punish you, Elliot.” Sherlock said seriously, glancing sideways at the others as he spoke. “You didn’t have to ever tell me your name if you didn’t want to, although I could have probably figured it out eventually. But whatever rules exist in your world just don’t here.”
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Dec 14, 2018 22:27:39 GMT -5
Cheers, Aizawa thought sardonically, sipping his coffee. "We're both from Earth," he said, looking pointedly at the onesie. Enjolras must be a hell of a patriot if that's what the House decided to put him in. Now the question was whether or not it was the same Earth, as apparently in this half baked daydream, some beings were from Earths that didn't have quirks start popping up. Hopefully though Earth was good enough, even if it wasn't the same one. "Do you have a quirk?" he asked, nursing his coffee and suddenly wishing it was something more alcoholic if they were going to be forced to talk about themselves.
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Post by Auransky on Dec 14, 2018 22:39:55 GMT -5
Elliot shrugged, looking off to the side, "No, Detective Sherlock, I have no need to hold back such information to an individual as kind as yourself to provide what I seek." He reasoned with the detective. "While the other two in the back of the room, er yes Hange and the loud vampire Myrnin argue over alchemy and science, you keep yourself standing with composure." He turned his head back to the detective with a small smirk. "I am very impressed." He complimented. He leaned forward a tad bit, "and between us, you are the only one who herd what I just said." He leaned back, taking a step back now. He was observing the detective earlier, and the man seemed to have a thing with personal space. He was doing his best to respect those perimeters.
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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 14, 2018 22:40:00 GMT -5
"Yes- you must recognize the flag, I suppose." Enjolras answered, rolling his eyes after glancing down at the pajamas the House had stuffed him into. He'd feel a lot more embarrassed if Aizawa hadn't been dressed in a cat onesie, which Enjolras figured was worse. He took a sip of his coffee, lowering it with a cough and a raised eyebrow as Aizawa questioned him. "Do I- what?" He paused a moment to consider. "I've always been told I write my fs oddly, if that counts."
He felt a bit awkward sharing such things with the man he hardly knew, but he figured it was part of the House's wishes. And he should at least ask in return out of politeness, even if he found it rather odd. "Do, auh- do you?"
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Dec 14, 2018 22:52:48 GMT -5
"Yeah," Aizawa said. "Kinda hard to miss." As Enjolras stuttered at the question, Aizawa's question was answered. Different Earth then. Hopefully it still counted. "A power," he clarified, not holding out much hope that Enjolras would have one. "Yes I have one." He did not elaborate. With the few people he had met here, he would like to keep his abilities on the down low. The less people knew, the worse they would deal with him in a fight.
"I also write." That was it. He wrote. Enjolras wrote. Great. It could technically count, he mused. Illiteracy still existed, therefore it could be probable that one or both of them didn't know how to write. So now they were at three. Hopefully.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 14, 2018 23:01:03 GMT -5
Myrnin sniffed. Elliot could criticize him all he liked. He was who he was. He didn't have to be proper. It had been a very, very long time since he'd been a lord. "Huuuum," he said to Hange, narrowing his eyes. But for now he accepted what was said. He didn't answer about the magic thing. "Yes. Vampires. And there are other things as well." Speaking of other things, there was the interesting blinker he'd met before. He turned to look at Loki, holding up the flamethrower he was repairing (pointing at them by complete accident, he swore!) "Hello!" he greeted. "You would not happen to be good at fixing deadly devices to work on magic, would you? I am semi-adept at it, but duck-tape only does so much." He sounded like he was speaking another language, though he looked at Hange as well, as if he expected them to understand what he was saying.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 15, 2018 1:20:00 GMT -5
Myrnin tilted the flamethrower so Loki could grab it if they wanted. "You just do this and it's supposed to shoot fire from here," explained Myrnin as he pointed to the front while also showing what you were supposed to do to get the flamethrower to work. Apparently, he was confident in the ability he had. It didn't work. If it had, even though his finger was the only think that was in the way, he would have caught fire just as easily as the gasoline. He then waved in the direction of Hange. "They're good with tech, I'm good with alchemy, and I know you're good with magic. Between us we've got everything we need." He was grinning just as deviously as Loki had been. It was actually very interesting. He was the mix of tech and magic, stepped a bit to the left of what other expected. He knew how they worked together, but he couldn't really work magic. Magic didn't exist in Hange world, but they were probably better with technology or just as good as him. Loki could actually work with magic. He'd seen them try back in Denny's. They should be able to get a flamethrower to work. They were smart enough. "Want to give it a try? It should work with magic, but I can't actually do it. I can just remake technology so it can almost run on it."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 15, 2018 9:59:05 GMT -5
Hange leaned forward, intently interested as Myrnin explained how the device was actually supposed to work to the newest member of their little science guild. Ah, so they were correct...it did have something to do with fire. And judging by Myrnin’s wording, it wasn’t just a glorified torch. It shot fire...what, like a gun? Well, whatever it was gonna look like it was definitely going to be amazing. They hoped Loki could fix it. “Yes, technology is definitely my area of expertise,” they confirmed, tilting their head to the side to get a better look at the thing as Loki tinkered with it. “Rather useless here, for the most part, seeing as the House seems to enjoy disabling any instrument I bring to it.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 15, 2018 10:59:11 GMT -5
Sherlock was a bit startled to hear himself praised so highly, when he’d barely even met the newer blinker. Kind? “You must be the first person to tell me I’m anything of the sort.” He remarked, but he couldn’t help being a bit touched all the same. He glanced for a second at the other two, who were indeed arguing over alchemy and seemed to have also decided his flamethrower was their new toy, and waited for a moment for them to turn around and inform Elliot of his terrible mistake. But the prince seemed to be correct, apparently no one was paying any attention to the two of them, so he let a smirk twitch his lips up and turned his attention back to the newbie. “You seem fairly composed yourself, for this being your very first blink. Most people panic, start lashing out at everyone, can’t be reasoned with at all. But you...you’re used to this sort of thing, aren’t you? Alternate dimensions, different worlds, they aren’t new concepts for you, you’ve heard of them and probably even dealt with them before. This queen of yours, she controls this sort of thing, doesn’t she? Does she create worlds, or just manipulate them?” He did notice the respect of his personal space, and once again he felt rather touched. Elliot was just a really nice person, wasn’t he?
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Post by Auransky on Dec 15, 2018 18:14:04 GMT -5
Elliot felt like the ends of his scarf were a little uneven, so he began to toggle around with the ends to adjust them. "Oh?" He sounded amused, was it because of the Detective's response, or him evening his scarf's ends? "How ironic, under normal circumstances I would be deemed the last to speak such kind words to another." After evening the ends, he rested his hands on the large loose leather belt along his waist. "I am surprised, certainly someone if not anyone here has spoken kindly on any grounds. Whether it be a simple word, or after resolving a minor conflict, no?" He raised a brow now, then turned his head to see Loki working with Myrnin. Hange was in the background doing what appeared to be supporting the situation, not a good one. He was not too familiar with the flamethrower, it was a new contraction-but the smell of gas and their words of fire were most familiar. He shrugged now returning his attention to the detective, "On second thought, I can understand completely." He shook his head. At the mention of his composure, he couldn't help but tilt his head slightly to the right, "If I jumped, screamed and lashed to every little twist and turn, I would blindly be running to my death. In battle there is never a right plan, there is a plan and adjustments in order to meet the end goal. I will though, admit that the change in scenery briefly caught me off guard but it is to be expected when in battle you can find yourself against illusionists who change the scene." He raised one hand then proceeded to snap his fingers, "Just like that, you've gone from one scene into the next. Our eyes play us for fools all the time, therefore we must rely on all other senses to understand the situation. If I go off in temper, I will never break free of what is perceived before me." He returned his hand along his waist belt, then shifted his right foot slightly to the side in order to lean a little back. Doing so, the sound of metal clanking could be herd. "The strongest misconception is that we live in only one world. Existence itself is rather vast, reigning from realms, worlds, and realities that coexist thanks to unseen powers. I am all too familiar with cross travel, whether it be for a visit, or to aid when need be. Hence, when I saw you all I assumed you were what she collected across worlds to perform my pending punishment." He looked down briefly ashamed for mistaking the rag tag room for such a more dire thing. "She does not however create worlds. Gods no, should she, I do not know if I would be around for this long. We are however tasked with watching the gates that allow travel to other worlds. Travel is not forbidden, but we must be weary of exploitation whether it be incoming or outgoing. Some worlds are forbidden to entry, others allow only certain individuals many others carry no restrictions. Recently, I visited the world of Dragons, they were holding a celebration for their divine protector. That is one of the few occasions when non-dragons may enter their realm. It is unfortunate that they had to resort to such rules, because of the increase in Dragon poaching across worlds. When poachers started looking for ways to get into the Dragon homeland, the dragons had no choice but to forbid entry to basically everyone. I have been permitted entry on non celebratory occasions, but I am mostly out there to retrieve poachers who have forced their way in." He looked down once again shaking his head.
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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 15, 2018 18:47:50 GMT -5
Loki took the device from Myrnin, running a hand over the metal body. They didn't instantly recognize how the flamethrower operated, but figured a bit of tinkering would reveal it. With the three of them each having a different set of skills that overlapped perfectly with the goal of getting the flamethrower to work, Loki wondered if the House had brought them in together for that purpose. If it didn't want them to make it work, it could easily have left one of them out of the mix.
"What do you need it to do?" Loki asked, turning the flamethrower on it's side and inspecting the mechanics there, their gaze intense and calculating, and a touch too excited when one considered that they were attempting to fix a flamethrower. The trickster didn't possess the skill of just making fire appear, but then again that wasn't what the trio was attempting anyways. What was the fun in that? They wanted it to work. The flamethrower appeared to move the fuel- more of what was spilled on the ground?- through the tubing and ignite it.
Loki picked up the end and unscrewed the protective cap over the mechanics of the nozzle. A device was inside- a rectangular chamber with something there. Loki turned it over in their hand, sending a subtle scouting spell over it. A crystal of some sort. Interesting. Science and magic were often irreparably intertwined- all the luckier for them- Loki's magic could probably take over where technology have left off. Mechanically lighting the fuel through electricity built up in the crystal independent of a source using high pressure would be how they assumed it normally worked. With a glance at Hange to confirm, they ventured. "I suspect this is what normally lights it."
"If the House disrupts the technological aspect, then I'd assume magic could be used to energize the crystal instead of-" They drew their fingers over the currently non-functional nozzle. "-whatever it normally does."
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