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Cloverleaf
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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 20:23:39 GMT -5
"Yes, as well as something as simple as just having someone on their side." Enjolras shifted under Aizawa's gaze- he found that he couldn't guess what the other man thought of his opinions. He brushed a curl behind his ear, listening to the point he brought up.
"Yes, and create other loopholes and open up more. The law is not impartial, no matter how it claims to be. It's human, and fallible." Enjolras stated, but it was said as something he'd said before- something he'd explained to others. He believed it, yes, but he knew that the whole system was built to uphold those in power. Arguing in court could help a few. But the whole system felt rigged against the citizens. Enjolras felt that to truly create change was to burn it down. With the revolution, the rich would not remain in power and a system built on justice could be formed. How much of that he wanted to reveal to Mr. Law Enforcement here, though, he wasn't sure.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
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You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Dec 15, 2018 20:49:56 GMT -5
Aizawa considered Enjolras for a moment, sipping at his coffee. It wouldn't be hard for the government to stifle Enjolras. Workloads for lawyers, especially public defenders, was already too much. They could overwork him, cut costs, and Enjolras would gain a reputation within the world of law. Judges could disagree with him because of their own bias or simply be paid off to disagree with him. Corruption was also a human factor, and if a lot of people were benefiting from it, they could easily make Enjolras's life a living hell.
"You do realize how difficult that's going to be?" he said. It was a noble cause, sure, but ultimately it seemed like a pointless fight to Aizawa. You couldn't help anyone if you were busy trying to save yourself. Something bigger would be needed. Perhaps if Enjolras had more people who thought like him, then they could change- wait.
Something Enjolras had said at the banquet, near the end when he was closing. He had mentioned a revolution, hadn't he? Eyes narrowing fractionally, he studied the Frenchman. If there were different Earths, then why not different time periods? He didn't remember much about history, but he did remember the French Revolution. If that was what Enjolras was gearing towards, he was in for a bloodbath.
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
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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 21:27:55 GMT -5
"Court can be ridiculously tedious. I know that it is a daunting task but one that I feel called to." Enjolras answered. For him, law was the logical choice. It kept his well-to-do family sated with his life choices (what they didn't know wouldn't kill them) and gave him the ability to study in Paris, to see the courts for himself, to understand how the justice system worked. He'd always been fond of reading and found that being a law student gave him a cover to read political publishings with less suspicion being cast on him. And after he graduated- if he graduated- he could continue to help the cause through his work, and possibly stay involved with the quiet revolutionary groups that operated throughout Paris. "But I suppose I won't know until it's happening."
"Did you know how difficult teaching would be before you started?" A subtle callback to Aizawa's exhausted expression? Perhaps. Enjolras noticed that they had stopped looking for things and common and actually started talking with each other. Clever House.
Coffee, Earth, writing, Academic Setting, Blinking, Law. Enjolras mentally counted off the similarities the pair had already found. Six, if the House was generous enough to count some of their shakier ones. They were more than halfway there, and Enjolras hoped that they could find four more fairly superficial ones without starting some sort of argument. He also didn't want to go into anything too deep. But for now he was content to continue the conversation with Aizawa, though he wasn't sure he could say the same for the other man. Last time they'd shared coffee he'd been rather curt.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 15, 2018 21:36:34 GMT -5
Hange watched closely as Loki disassembled the flamethrower, unscrewing the fuel cap and immediately identifying its power source. “You’re correct,” they confirmed with a sturdy nod, as they looked to them for confirmation. They hadn’t, truthfully, ever seen one of these objects before, but its build was very similar to technology they were very familiar with. So it was easy enough to figure out. As the demigod put forward an idea for how to make the thing work, they took a long step back, bouncing on their heels so they could still see properly. Yes, they did want to see how it worked, but they also weren’t stupid, and their jumpsuit was still partially saturated in gasoline. They had no desire to go up in flames...again.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
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You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Dec 15, 2018 21:54:40 GMT -5
Aizawa couldn't argue with that. One couldn't help what their heart longed for. He'd been asked plenty of times why he wanted to be a hero when his quirk would make it so easy to be a villain. It was a calling. At least Enjolras didn't seem to be some starry eyed wannabe who was looking at the job through rose tinted glasses. As long as he knew what he was signing up for. Aizawa shrugged, leaning back and losing the intensity from before. "Good luck." He'd need it. Especially if the Revolution really was coming. And if his speech in the banquet room was anything to go by, he was going to get caught up in it.
Considering the question, he shrugged. "Never expected to be a teacher." Honestly, he'd thought he'd just be doing hero work until it inevitably killed him. Teaching, however, had awakened something in him, if he could be cheesy about it. He liked teaching. Sure the kids could be brats and were all hopped up on the idealized version of what it meant to be a hero, but it allowed for him to guide them. "Each student needs something different." Sometimes it was advice and sometimes it was being cut out completely because they weren't fit to be a hero. Heroism saved lives, of course, but he personally felt that teaching was also a way for him to save lives.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 15, 2018 22:38:19 GMT -5
Myrnin also hurriedly backed up, since he was like dry kindling in hot weather compared to the others in the room. But he was still grinning wildly and nodded. He was only well-versed in technology he created, able to change it at will. Other's works he had to tinker with, hands on, so he knew how the flamethrower worked by now. He'd made sure that the inside would react to magic like it would what normal kickstarted it, so it should function under Loki's guidance. "What they said." He jumped onto the couch and then stepped over the back so there was something between him and the deadly weapon. "And Hange ... just wait until we get an all technology room. Then you'll really get to shine. But that aside, do let us see if it's working again. I think I'm the only one of use who has ever actually seen what this does. Aiming it at a table or a bean bag chair, perhaps? Merely suggestions, it is completely up to you, Loki."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 15, 2018 22:48:53 GMT -5
Sherlock watched the other man mess with the scarf, but his mind was on the conversation. Elliot was smart, he could already tell. The new blinker had already worked out what his situation was and decided how to deal with it, on his first blink, which in this case included flamethrowers and gasoline. “I’m not the most popular person around here, to be honest.” He said wryly, thinking mostly to all the people he’d accidentally offended the time he’d gotten into a discussion about the usefulness of empathy. That hadn’t gone very well. It had ended, in fact, with someone attempting to stomp repeatedly on his toes. “So you have had some experience.” He continued after a pause as he took in Elliot’s interesting way of talking, about the House and his own world. He was right though, wasn’t he? You didn’t need magic to fool someone into seeing something that wasn’t there, all you needed was a basic understanding of human psychology and a good amount of subtlety. In fact, he wondered sometimes whether the House was really as completely in control as it seemed, or whether it just understood them all well enough to manipulate them without anyone ever knowing how. “That’s quite true.” He agreed, pressing his fingers thoughtfully together in front of him as he tilted his head, a slight crease between his bright blue eyes. “Of course, even in our own worlds, who’s to say what’s real and what isn’t? Anyone will believe that what they see is reality, but what about when two people see different things? It’s incredibly foolish to ever assume you know all there is to know about the world, or worlds, stacked one on top of the other like the pages of a book so that you can never see them all at the same time.” Sherlock sighed, leaning back against the wall. This was getting good. “Oh, and there are dragons here, by the way. Probably not yours, but it’d be interesting for you to meet them all the same, don’t you think? And the rooms, they can be dangerous but you look like you could handle yourself and I think you’d find them as fascinating as I do. Usually it’s a puzzle of some kind, but it’s never quite what you expect it to be.”
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
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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 23:20:39 GMT -5
Loki screwed the cover back onto the front of the flamethrower before adjusting it in their hands to be in a firing position. Their finger rested over the trigger, though their touch was light. With the fuel-covered Hange taking a large step back and Myrnin literally hurtling over the couch, Loki wasn't completely sure that they wanted to be the one firing this thing. But they figured that they were probably less prone to injury than the pair of humans. And really, they wanted to know what the thing did. And how the House would react. And besides, what were they supposed to do? Not shoot the ramshackle, magic-powered flamethrower? The very thought appalled their chaotic nature.
Loki would have preferred to avoid outright burning anyone, and as such aimed the flamethrower at the table. Best to start small and see if the House would actually let something burn. They pulled the trigger despite the fact that there was no use as the mechanics were broken, using it more of a jumping off point for casting as they let their magic flow through the device as Myrnin had redesigned it for, causing it to give off that necessary spark. A stream of flames erupted from the nozzle with a fwoosh.
Loki wore a grin that was probably concerning for any sane person in the room, the orange flames throwing shadows across their features and putting a glint in their green eyes as the table went up in flames.
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Post by Auransky on Dec 15, 2018 23:58:11 GMT -5
"Unpopular detectives?" Elliot frowned at the thought. "In other worlds I have visited, Detectives are among the highest of respect. Humans especially love them, when it comes to dealing with situations that need solving." He couldn't help but recall a time he stopped by a human town, it had a detective who was very popular by the locals. "Yes, I do carry experience on the matters, but I still have much to learn about the laws and rites of every possibility." He softly admitted with a deep inhale. The matter of learning of every world possible, it was a long one, but time wasn't an issue for him... it wouldn't be. He briefly turned his attention across the room, where Loki was positive about bringing the flame thrower to life. The other two were cheering for him. It just seemed troublesome, but no matter... no orders means no need to act. Returning his attention towards the detective he wanted to laugh a bit, but refrained from doing so. "What we see, is argued to be our reality. Change one little thing, and now the entire scene is something else. Clinging to the fact that what we see is our reality, can be easily faltered when altered by a small amount. It happens far too often on the field, and it throws the rookies off too many times." He shook his head with a tsk. "Just keep yourself composed, and the world changing around you carries no difference to how you approach it." That was the best advice he could think off, there was much more complications on the matter, but he wasn't in the mood to further explore the matters. Right now the concern was in the back of the room. "Dragons here?" He crossed his arms now, "Fascinating. The laws of Dragons prevent outsiders from entering, but they too are free to leave at their own discretion. They are rather discreet knowing who and what can come after them." He paused to briefly smile. "Danger, is nothing more then a word to describe an outcome. Should I falter, or fail in a dangerous outcome, then I am better off dead and forgotten." He head tilted slightly over towards Loki who turned on the flamethrower. Seeing the contraction shoot fire, he couldn't help but clutch himself, "Say, Sherlock.." He blinked. "What is that contraction the other man holds? The one shooting fire? I've seen other devices which shoot fire, I have seen beings who can create fire, and dragons who can breathe it naturally, but that he holds." He paused, "What is it?"
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 16, 2018 0:30:01 GMT -5
(Mmm. Someone mention fire?)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 16, 2018 0:37:35 GMT -5
“AHA!” Loki’s mad grin and the rush of flames was reflected in their opaque goggles, as a maniacal grin of their own spread across their features. This...this tool was... Incredible. They hopped a little closer to the fire that was now spreading across the surface of the floor, following the trail of gasoline that had been spilled from... The canister. They covered their face and ducked behind the couch just in time as the flames reached the canister, and...BOOM. They peered out from behind the couch, slightly disappointed to see that the canister had been almost empty and the explosion had been fairly tame. Only a portion of the ceiling was scorched. “Very well done, Loki,” they praised the god of mischief, standing up and removing an imaginary hat in respect. “I am not certain how you accomplished it, but this ‘flame-thrower’ is certainly a work of art worth repairing.” Their sleeve caught fire with a quiet whoosh as they stepped a little too close to the burning table, and they promptly stuffed their whole hand in between the couch cushions, extinguishing the flame. Whoops.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 16, 2018 0:38:29 GMT -5
“Well, some detectives tend to be well liked I suppose, just not me personally.” Sherlock clarified. “Plus not everyone wishes I’d stop blinking in, a few people actually like me.” He followed the prince’s glance at the three troublemakers and his flamethrower, which judging by the duct tape, had been repaired by now. He frowned slightly, with the gasoline everywhere was that really a very good idea? Elliot was more interesting than that thought, so he turned back, turning the idea over and over in his mind. If reality is what you see, then what about optical illusions? Hallucinations? Even things your brain fills in because it decided it should be there, like seeing glasses on a person who normally wears them even if they aren’t. “Perhaps.” He said slowly. His tone was musing as he continued. “So you’re saying that when these illusionists are around, you can’t trust that what you see is what’s there? Your reality keeps changing, so you have to stay on top of it or you can’t fight, is that it? No wonder you haven’t panicked.” The strong smell of smoke made him whip around, and he stared at the sudden wall of flames, startled to see Loki brandishing the extremely functional flamethrower like a kid with a new toy, the table hidden under a cloak of heat and ash. “That, Elliot, is called a flamethrower, and it really isn’t something you want to start randomly shooting all over the place when there’s also gasoline, which is highly flammable.” He explained at top speed, backing very quickly away from the puddle of fuel. “I didn’t expect them to fix it so quickly, good for them, I suppose, not so good for us....” BOOM. ”Get down!” Sherlock shouted, vaulting over a nearby couch to crouch behind it as the explosion rang out, his hands pressed over his ears.
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Asexual
Lark
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Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Dec 16, 2018 0:42:19 GMT -5
"Its not too often to hear such words can be said from someone like you, you seem to have a way with them..." Good with words to ease your weakened prey. The wildclaw spoke with a calming resolve upon the vampire's shared thoughts. "I find it best that one shouldn't pull their luck that much, just look at Hook. Yet, its hard to believe if you what you think you did is either right or wrong, would you say your actions were actually better for everyone? Both after and before?" Chamomile slowly raised her narrow, bird like head up from the low position on the ground. Only now did she dare meet his wise green eyes with her own muddled by guilt. "That's only because - gods you didn't see anything after! Didn't you!?" A flash of anguish flickered in her eyes, her calm demeanor vanishing to reveal that of something near to a sobbing child, a jagged halo peaking around her head. "The woman made from wires and gears would have killed you had it not been for me, she didn't hesitate to turn heel on me. She tried to put a fight but at the last second she gave up - she destroyed herself?! For someone like me and the other blinkers but now I think it should have been me! I should have payed for it not her, never her, not even you!" A panicked shrieked escaped her scarred maw. Her last words were choked back by a sudden sob, notably not out of rage, not in a way of lashing out to him, no. Very much so being the opposite of that - a silent yet obvious cry for help. She didn't want to think about this Arlo girl he had clamored on about her, that wasn't the case for Noctin nor Navy, but here he was explaining to her they had come back alive and well...what's to say he's not just making things up as he goes? With hesitation, Myrnin reached out and patted her arm. "7S," he agreed. "I saw her last week. 7S ... that is her way. You can't allocate who should and shouldn't have died in that room. No one should have died. But I'm back, alive. And I've met all the others who I remember from that room again. I swear to you." Then he withdrew his hand, which probably hadn't been welcome to begin with. He looked away, frowning. "As for your question. Evil people don't know they're evil. They just think what they've done was the best good they can be. I can't tell you if what I did was evil, but for me it seemed to be the only way out of a situation with causing the least amount of harm. So many of us died in that room. Arlo went crazy, so did some of the others. Some people," he remembered Nore, "Were always insane and that was just an excuse to show it. The thought of Matteo, or Touka, or 7S getting out of that room with blood on their hands was worse then making myself the villain. Sooner or later, if the room had continued, peaceful blinkers would have become killers. I've lived with the nightmares of what that means before. I didn't want them to look in the mirror and see what they did looking back. I would have preferred they hated me then hated themself, because at least I am a demon you can see." He crossed his arms and he was the one who looked down this time. "I've fought too many demons in my own head. I wanted to make sure the House didn't add one to theirs." Only then did he look up, voice gentle again. "But you're right. It wasn't something done without consequences, even if they weren't bodies." His own eyes were red, no longer the same green. But they were down-turned, saddened eyes. He wasn't angry. Just reminded. "I'm sorry, Chamomile. 7S ... she promised me something a long time ago. That if I ever did something unforgivable that she would stop me. You have nothing to pay for. What you did was stop me. I expected it." He sighed. "I don't know if what I did was evil or not. It's you who can dictate that. I can't and will not judge you whatever you decide. But you are not to blame for what 7S did. There was nothing you could do. You and her are still alive. That's what matters." A few pats from the vampire ushered in a wave of new tears streaming down the slope of her sharp and narrow beak. She couldn't bear the thought of accepting what had happened inside the room nor the truth of the matter. People die all the time and come back but even then, some would never come back. Whose to say they got lucky this time around when they did lose someone - mere words did not bring her any closer to ease. "Ah..." Chamomile shuddered at the thought of the losses they gained inside the room and those who had willingly played into its own hands. "You were always a demon Myrnin, but a good one at that. We all are." The mage couldn't help to have said that in a shaky breath, both of them were in a literal and figurative sense if it was to be humored. "Even if we're all alive in someway I'd rather not let history repeat itself, no matter the chances of everyone coming back safe and sound like you've said so far." She held back another strained retort witnessing the eyes of the other blinker change so quickly. "No, its more than being evil or good! None of us should still be lingering on this matter, for now we pay with guilt and worry. If what you did was for the better then none of this would be happening...no sleepless nights, no past regrets, not a single memory that torments you for what could be eternity."The wildclaw's feathers fluffed up as she clamped her eyes shut tightly, Myrnin's gentle and well meaning presence turned bittersweet. "I could have saved 7S. I could have brought you back to your senses. I could have let you kill me instead. I could have avoided hurting you both but... I didn't. What matters now is to speak your final words on those times and move on before our current relation turns into an old, festering wound."
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 16, 2018 0:43:27 GMT -5
(Mmm. Someone mention fire?) (And explosions.)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 16, 2018 0:54:23 GMT -5
[[ Living Room || Eliyen ]] Eliyen appeared in her usual chair, just as the table burst into flames, the same drink she'd had earlier still in her hand. Cursing loudly, she immediately scrambled away from it toward the door, sending her mug flying and it's contents sloshing onto the carpet and wall. The chair toppled into the fire in her haste to get away from it. For a moment she thought she was a safe distance from it, but then something exploded and she darted further away. Her eyes darted around the room, looking at the other blinkers. The same ones she'd seen earlier, plus one she didn't remember. "... Oookay I was wrong, this room isn't boring," she said to herself as she looked around, still trying to piece together what was going on. "What just happened?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 16, 2018 1:01:50 GMT -5
Was it a mistake that the highly flammable vampire was encouraging arson? Yes. Did Myrnin truly care? Nope. He'd pressed himself into the couch at the first sign of flames and started laughing, like a little kid who'd just found out they'd won free ice cream. Heat blazed up around him as something exploded, but he couldn't feel it like the others. Instead, he crouched where he was, making sure to avoid both the puddles and Hange. He was deafened by the blast, which had hurt, and he couldn't hear what Sherlock said, nor Eliyen. "Amazing!" he said, pure joy in his voice. "Truly amazing!" he lived for this complete chaos and thrived on the fact that he'd helped repair something that was not supposed to function within the House. He crawled away from the fire, toward the door to the hall, but he didn't leave. He just avoided the worst of the flames (or really, all flames). Finally, he stood up, and surveyed the damage he'd help create. He clapped excitedly. "Yes!" he agreed with Hange. He'd at least gained most of his enhanced hearing back. "It's marvelous! Please, do both you stay around forever! I love the idea of puzzling this place out with people who actually care to try something like this." The burned husk of the table collapsed as he said this, punctuating his statement rather nicely.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 16, 2018 1:06:30 GMT -5
(Hmm. Who to blink in, someone who'll make it worse or someone that'll freak out. ![:P](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/iVhKxJ4UsBP0VgImbuAI.gif) )
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 16, 2018 1:13:59 GMT -5
(How much worse? :3)
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Post by Auransky on Dec 16, 2018 1:46:33 GMT -5
Elliot nodded in agreement to the Detective's observation. "Very well said, Detective. We must observe and accept that what is there exists at this moment. That isn't to say that things can't change, but if we go around accepting every little change that happens at every passing second, we are nothing more then sitting ducks. Our minds are simply processing, therefore we are not acting in the moment. Illusionists change the world you see, and the moment you accept it, your senses are making it a reality. To feel like you are falling when you are actually standing in the middle of a feel. Your heart rate increases, your breathing shallows, and suddenly your legs give in, to think you really are when in fact, you are collapsing by your own whim. There is obviously much more to it, but you indeed get the gist of it." Very impressive... Seeing the detective quickly back away, he too started taking a few steps back, his attention on the three lunatics before him. He took on a defensive stance, quickly taking steps back, listening to each one of his own steps among the chaos emitting in the room. His hand instantly reached for his left side,attempting to grab something along his waist, She took my sword- His attention quickly turned towards the fire incarcerating, it was going off. Then Sherlocks scream was almost too simultaneous. He stood there, taking the explosion head on, not too far from where Sherlock was hiding. The explosion had its ring of fire effect, going across the room with the loud bang. It was coming for Elliot, but he stood there, placing a gentle hand along his chest. The explosion and its rings of flames affected the room, then appeared to die down, or at least the main explosion, leaving a room in compiling flames. After the smoke cleared up, or at least was-Elliot was still standing where he was. Unharmed by the flames, he let out a hefty sigh, then proceeded to dust himself off. Bending down to dust off his boots, he couldn't help but turn his head back to where the detective was hiding. "You, alright?" He asked.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 16, 2018 13:44:22 GMT -5
Sherlock’s ears were ringing after that explosion, but he’d managed to avoid the worst of it. The acrid smell of smoke burned his nose and throat and he blinked against the sting as he slowly opened his watering eyes. He straightened up, taking in the flaming remains of the living room in silence for a long couple of minutes. The table, the chairs, the couch, the carpet, even the walls...nothing had escaped the explosion, or the flames that had resulted from it. A dark gray haze lay in the air, making it hard to see, the table was burned to ash, and though the walls still stood they were blackened and hot against his skin as he pressed his hand experimentally against one, He broke into a huge grin as his piercing blue eyes found Myrnin in the haze, and he began to laugh. “Well done....well done, well done!” He exclaimed loudly, clapping his hands together and bouncing up and down on his heels in excitement. “I’ve never seen anyone manage to wreck the place so thoroughly! And with a bit of technology the House tried to break, too! Yes, yes, yes, yes!” He spun on his heel, still grinning and laughing, and pointed at Elliot. “Fireproof, then? Splendid, you’ll certainly come in handy later, fire seems to be a favorite tool of the rooms. Unless, you aren’t actually here, of course, maybe you’re just an illusion of the House after all?”
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