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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 31, 2019 16:33:08 GMT -5
(Nothing much! I think there might have been a reply for you a bit ago.  ) |
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Post by Kuragehime on May 31, 2019 16:39:01 GMT -5
Sorry about the disappearance! Replies should be coming soon!]]
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Post by Protractor on May 31, 2019 16:43:27 GMT -5
“Ah, I see,” Roxie muttered with a curt nod. She completely understood, since she had chosen the same thing. “Then we have the same outlook on life.” She sighed slightly, slowing down and urging to look at him again. “Say, what’s the place you come from like?” "It's bright,smells of elixir being cooked,and everyone's always raiding everyone.It's a wonder it's still in tact!"Jack answered. |
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Post by broken on May 31, 2019 19:31:08 GMT -5
Roxie remained silent for a few moments, trying to read Jack’s expression. “Oh? That doesn’t sound too pleasant,” she finally muttered. The girl didn’t even stop when they came to a fork in the path. “Anyway, I don’t hear those people anymore. I think we might be alone again.” She sighed and shrugged. “So what now?”
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Post by Protractor on May 31, 2019 19:33:05 GMT -5
"I don't knmow,I just got here."Jack answered with a chuckle."I don't have a clue about what's in this place."
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 2, 2019 13:40:23 GMT -5
( Sorry I just disappeared that day. Here are my starters... And by the way, I changed my joining form for Charles. I know you haven't updated the front page yet, but I figured I would point it out just in case. Charles Eyler is completing the museum in Group now. mintedstar/fur ) Scarlett Eyler never knew what it was like to have a body. All her "life" she had lived in someone else's mind. As the girl slowly regained consciousness, she sat up carefully. Her clothes on her skin. The way her elbows and knees bent and straightened. The way her muscles contracted underneath. She looked at her arms, examined her fingers. Was there a mirror in this room? She wanted to see what her face looked like, if it was as Charles imagined or if it was something else entirely. A few curly red strands of hair fell over her face as she stood up, and Scarlett just let it hang over her eye. Red hair, huh? Scarlett Eyler, the girl who could have been. Now she was. She had a body of her own. Her pink lips pulled into a grin of hardly-contained happiness. The happiness lasted only for that moment, however, as Scarlett caught sight of a paper by the bed. She picked it up and skimmed over the scrawled writing. Did she need to answer on paper? Was she meant to speak it aloud? Or was this a personal test, one she must accomplish herself? Not wanting to take the risk, she whispered to herself, "Group. Sable's Life." As the girl stepped out of the room into a long hallway, she sensed her host in the room beside her. Not surprising that Charles was here. If she was dead, then so was he. ---- Charles Eyler never expected to open his eyes again. When he did, he rolled over and sat up with some difficulty. Maybe this isn't real, he thought, blinking rapidly and counting his fingers. He felt his chest tighten. The oxygen wasn't making it to his brain and a wave of lightheadedness overtook him. The piece of paper went unnoticed on the nightstand by his bed. Knock. Knock. Knock. Something was on the other side of the door. The knocking echoed throughout the room. Charles froze. "Charles, are you okay? It's Scarlett," called the voice behind the door. "I can't open the door, but there is a note on that nightstand. You need to read it, then get back to me." The boy stood up, too suddenly and his vision went dark for a few seconds. He turned to the table. Indeed, there was a piece of paper there. He read over the message once, twice, then a third time— "How long does it take for you to read a stupid note? Come out already, Charles. It's safe out here." Charles folded up the note and slipped it into his pocket. Just in case, he thought. He opened the door, now face-to-face with the girl that had lived in his brain all her life, in a body of her own. "Scarlett." "Come on," urged Scarlett. "We got a mission to accomplish." Charles frowned and looked away. "I'm guessing you're searching for Sable's Life. I'm looking for Freedom." And Vincent, he thought but would never tell Scarlett. Censoring his own words proved futile, however, since Scarlett and he could read each other's minds. "Yup, figured as much. Still, I'm going to try to convince you that life is worth living." Scarlett grabbed Charles by the sleeve and began to drag him down the hallway. "Come on, let's get a move on." |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 2, 2019 17:07:26 GMT -5
(Got it! I'll update the front when I get over this cold. ^^ Until then, I might consider RPing in a bit, but I'm slow at this point.)
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 2, 2019 17:10:13 GMT -5
( Feel better, Mint. Lots of water and get some rest, but if you ever want a distraction from being sick, Charles and Scarlett are still alone. )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 3, 2019 16:06:07 GMT -5
(I have some water right by my seat and I usually take a nap sometime during the day. I'm doing fairly better today over yesterday. I can almost breath, for starters. XD )
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Post by Kuragehime on Jun 7, 2019 5:39:33 GMT -5
( Vincent doesn't have a place in canon where he is from. This is headcanon/hypothesis. ) Their handshake was a normal handshake, not too firm or too loose, nothing out of the ordinary. Vincent felt relieved at that discovery, even though that information meant absolutely nothing. Though appearing indifferent on the outside, his eyes carefully watched the French royal's bow and greeting. Ah, the smile's not genuine, Vincent picked up quickly. Royalty status checks out, I guess. He'd heard of Count Saint-Germain in his textbooks, but history was never his strong suit and so he knew almost nothing about the man standing before him. "Saint-Germain... I've heard your name before," Vincent remarked truthfully. "I'm English. Good friends with the French, if I'm being historically correct. Though our countries are only separated by the channel, I believe we lived a couple centuries apart." Alrighty!]] Returning his hand to his side, Saint-Germain chuckled. "You have heard of me? Well, I am flattered to know my name was not lost to the sands of time - a tad surprised as well," he said with a tilt of his head. He had lived his life up until this point doing his best to remain a mere shadow to society at large, never staying in one place for too long. It made him curious as to what future Saint-Germain achieved. He quickly shrugged off the thought, however, to focus on the situation at hand. After all, if he didn't fix this then future Saint-Germain will never be able to exist. "I actually live in England - London, to be specific. I left France ages ago, though I still have a mansion there," he went on with another chuckle. "London is quite a lovely city~" |
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 7, 2019 9:24:01 GMT -5
( Sorry that this isn't a reply. Not sure how to respond with Vincent, so shall we get them moving someplace? Does Mint have to arrange museum events, or would we do that on our own? )
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Post by Kuragehime on Jun 7, 2019 17:09:16 GMT -5
Ah, no worries, sorry about that! I'm fine with moving them along! And we can do our own thing as long as it's not too major of a plot thing I believe!]]
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 9, 2019 22:23:40 GMT -5
"Mhm, quite." Vincent smiled politely, now beginning to take a few steps down the hallway and glancing back at the Frenchman, just to check if he was following him. They might as well start their quest sooner rather than later. Vincent was eager to finish what he started. Sure, there was a lingering disappointment, frustration, even sadness buried somewhere there, but coming into this strange museum world was almost refreshing after he spent a little time here. The boy ran a hand along the walls, feeling its coarse texture underneath his fingertips. This was definitely real, but it all still felt so surreal... like a dream. And that was what made Vincent feel as though he'd just breathed a lungful of crisp, fresh air.
"So, Saint Germain," the blond boy began again. "Would you happen to know what lies beyond these hallways?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 9, 2019 22:42:59 GMT -5
(Hime correct. You can do that. ^^ Also, I'm finally well!!!  I'll try to get a reply up today - barring that, tomorrow.) |
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 10, 2019 0:11:14 GMT -5
( Glad you're feeling better, Mint. Take your time though. Health > Roleplay. )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 10, 2019 0:46:29 GMT -5
(I'm cool though. I waited to say anything until I was sure. Do you have a free character? We can RP if you like.) |
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 10, 2019 0:49:17 GMT -5
( Charles and Scarlett are still available for anyone to interact with them. They're moving through the hallway together. )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 10, 2019 1:29:13 GMT -5
(Cool!)
Newt was lost. Which, in fact, happened often. He didn't mind being lost, if it wasn't so unproductive. He'd gone from a dusty hall, to part of the museum, to finding his way back to the halls and rooms which were devoid of items and now he was back to walking down the halls again. He would have liked to think he'd be finding his case by now. Or that he would have gotten out (with said case). But neither of those things had happened. He sighed and glanced down the newest hallway. This time, however, he brightened. People! Two of them. "H-hey!" he called. "Over here!"
He turned into the hall and did a sort of shuffling jog for a couple of feet to try and reach them. They were walking in the opposite direction as him, so he was hoping to catch up.
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Post by Auransky on Jun 10, 2019 11:24:33 GMT -5
Rudy softly muttered, "-And the floor..." He softly repeated, his head looking down since the concept wasn't initially clicking. "T-The floor!?" He jumped from where he stood. Conan's right, the floor! And I use the floor too sometimes when I need to get away from the bullies.. He mentally face slapped himself.
When Conan gave the instruction of back up, he slid back immediately. The other kid had something on his mind, and Rudy was in means ready to derail the train. He watched the ball bounce, nothing happened initially. Actually nothing happened aside from dust.
But there was something on his mind, Rudy wasn't technically ready to derail the train, but it was curiosity as they had mentioned falling through the floor earlier. The boy pulled out a piece of chalk from his pocket, then slowly approached the floor ahead. "What if the way through needs to be drawn?" He mentioned, hesitating to step forward on the tiles in the center of the room. "When you mentioned falling through the floor, it reminded me of a few instances where on blacktops we drew an entrance to chalkzone. It let us go through and sometimes we did fall from the sky, but what if the continuation of the wall has to be drawn in? " He pointed to the wall across from them. "I don't see paint, or crayons, but let's say we draw a door, and it appears letting us continue down this same hall?" He poised the question.
"In this case i'll be using chalk since there isn't anything else around." He paused waiting for a reassurance from the other boy to even attempt it.
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Post by Kuragehime on Jun 11, 2019 4:23:27 GMT -5
 ]] "Heehee! Isn't it?" Henry laughed. He stepped back to admire his handiwork - and the carpet - now that everything was clear. "Uh, I can do a lot more than just blow things up and put things away. I have dark magic, fire, wind, lightning..." he trailed off, trying to remember anything else. "I have one neat spell that switches people's bodies too! And a variety of curses!" he added, rather proudly too. He glanced at the broken case through narrowed eyes. "You were here before I was, do you see anything that looks important now?" Dark magic did not sound like a good thing to Sally. She was familiar with wizards - unfortunately - and that was what Henry was sounding like right now. The difference was he actually used his magic. But she pushed this to the side of her mind to worry about later. Henry had reminded her why she was looking. She took a small step away, studying everything that had once been tossed about. For starters, there were several statues and paintings. Hesitantly, she reached out and touched a bust of someone she didn't recognize, but who looked very angry. Nothing happened, but to her cold skin the bust felt unusually warm."Not sure," she muttered to Henry. "I know that the items in the hall are usually useful in some fashion." She stepped around a pedestal which now had a pot balanced on it. As she watched, the people carved in it followed her with their eyes. She tried not to shiver. "I'm starting to think we weren't the first people in the museum. That these things might have been moved here by some other people." Which might explain why so many things had snaked around the corner - and why there were still several empty niches where things probably should have been if they were in range of Henry's spell. She pointed at a set of swords. "For example ..." She grabbed one by the hilt and suddenly the blade had burst into flame. Sally almost dropped the thing ... only to find the flames weren't hot. She showed the blade to Henry. "Not exactly normal. None of this stuff is." Henry hovered around Sally as she looked around, peeking over her shoulder and inspecting whatever she happened to let her gaze linger upon. He nodded a couple of times as he listened to her speak. "Uh-huh, that kinda makes sense... since I met you when I first woke up, and you were already here..." he murmured, then getting distracted by a couple of books stacked on their side atop a small nightstand. His hand reached out for one and he grabbed it, wincing in preparation for the reaction that never came. "Huh." He picked up the other with care only to be met with nothing yet again. Sally's voice brought his attention reeling back in and he turned around to face her, eyes widening at the flaming sword. "Whoa! That's so cool!" he said, trotting over. "You can use it to stab people and light the way! I'll have to bring this up to Robin later!" he exclaimed. Elsewhere in the museum, Robin shuddered. |
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Post by Kuragehime on Jun 11, 2019 4:37:05 GMT -5
"Mhm, quite." Vincent smiled politely, now beginning to take a few steps down the hallway and glancing back at the Frenchman, just to check if he was following him. They might as well start their quest sooner rather than later. Vincent was eager to finish what he started. Sure, there was a lingering disappointment, frustration, even sadness buried somewhere there, but coming into this strange museum world was almost refreshing after he spent a little time here. The boy ran a hand along the walls, feeling its coarse texture underneath his fingertips. This was definitely real, but it all still felt so surreal... like a dream. And that was what made Vincent feel as though he'd just breathed a lungful of crisp, fresh air. "So, Saint Germain," the blond boy began again. "Would you happen to know what lies beyond these hallways?" The count watched Vincent take a few steps before following the boy at a leisurely pace, stepping over assorted objects here and there with much care. His smile turned sheepish as he faced Vincent to answer. "I must confess I haven't yet traveled five feet beyond my little room," he replied. "I was much too distracted by the collection of artifacts and treasures on display here." Aside from the mess it reminded Saint-Germain of his own mansion in London. With the memories of the mansion came memories of the colorful individuals that resided within it alongside him, and with those came pangs of... sadness? Regret? Whatever it was, it caused him to wish to see them again.... though he thought he had already made up his mind. As if to clear the fog from his mind he directed a new question to Vincent. "Vincent, might I ask which path you've chosen?" |
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 11, 2019 12:34:11 GMT -5
"Yes, they're rather captivating," Vincent remarked, glancing towards the wall at the many artifacts that hung on display there. Though the conversation lapsed then for a moment, Vincent felt no awkwardness at the silence, as if it were filled with something else—maybe an appreciation for the items hung on the wall. Not that it really interested Vincent at all, but they were an interesting sight. Something he could understand.
The brief pause in discussion was merely a second or two long. When Saint-Germain spoke again, it caught the boy off-guard. Vincent blinked. "Before I say anything," he began, a smile beginning to touch upon his expression, "which path did you choose?"
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 11, 2019 21:31:25 GMT -5
(Cool!) Newt was lost. Which, in fact, happened often. He didn't mind being lost, if it wasn't so unproductive. He'd gone from a dusty hall, to part of the museum, to finding his way back to the halls and rooms which were devoid of items and now he was back to walking down the halls again. He would have liked to think he'd be finding his case by now. Or that he would have gotten out (with said case). But neither of those things had happened. He sighed and glanced down the newest hallway. This time, however, he brightened. People! Two of them. "H-hey!" he called. "Over here!" He turned into the hall and did a sort of shuffling jog for a couple of feet to try and reach them. They were walking in the opposite direction as him, so he was hoping to catch up. ( Sorry I didn't get to this earlier. ) Charles froze in his place. The voice sounded friendly, but still he hesitated, not even bothering to turn after he stopped in the hallway. If Scarlett had continued walking, he might have totally ignored the voice behind him altogether. His red-haired sister, however, turned around immediately, a polite smile lifting up her face. "Hello," she greeted the stranger in the hallway with a slight tilt of her head. "Who are you?" she called to him, long before he had caught up to them. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 13, 2019 16:02:12 GMT -5
(Cool!) Newt was lost. Which, in fact, happened often. He didn't mind being lost, if it wasn't so unproductive. He'd gone from a dusty hall, to part of the museum, to finding his way back to the halls and rooms which were devoid of items and now he was back to walking down the halls again. He would have liked to think he'd be finding his case by now. Or that he would have gotten out (with said case). But neither of those things had happened. He sighed and glanced down the newest hallway. This time, however, he brightened. People! Two of them. "H-hey!" he called. "Over here!" He turned into the hall and did a sort of shuffling jog for a couple of feet to try and reach them. They were walking in the opposite direction as him, so he was hoping to catch up. ( Sorry I didn't get to this earlier. ) Charles froze in his place. The voice sounded friendly, but still he hesitated, not even bothering to turn after he stopped in the hallway. If Scarlett had continued walking, he might have totally ignored the voice behind him altogether. His red-haired sister, however, turned around immediately, a polite smile lifting up her face. "Hello," she greeted the stranger in the hallway with a slight tilt of her head. "Who are you?" she called to him, long before he had caught up to them. (You're fine! Summer school just started for me, so I only now got into the rhythm of it.) "Newt Scamander," answered Newt, missing the beat where his answer wouldn't have had an awkward silence after it. He looked just as awkward as his answer had been, not sure now that he'd gotten the attention of these two what to say. Then the wheels and gears seemed to catch up again and he said, "Please excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to have seen a brown case of some sort, would you have?" With his hands he indicated the rough size of a very large suitcase. "And ... who are you?" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 13, 2019 22:01:19 GMT -5
Rudy softly muttered, "-And the floor..." He softly repeated, his head looking down since the concept wasn't initially clicking. "T-The floor!?" He jumped from where he stood. Conan's right, the floor! And I use the floor too sometimes when I need to get away from the bullies.. He mentally face slapped himself. When Conan gave the instruction of back up, he slid back immediately. The other kid had something on his mind, and Rudy was in means ready to derail the train. He watched the ball bounce, nothing happened initially. Actually nothing happened aside from dust. But there was something on his mind, Rudy wasn't technically ready to derail the train, but it was curiosity as they had mentioned falling through the floor earlier. The boy pulled out a piece of chalk from his pocket, then slowly approached the floor ahead. "What if the way through needs to be drawn?" He mentioned, hesitating to step forward on the tiles in the center of the room. "When you mentioned falling through the floor, it reminded me of a few instances where on blacktops we drew an entrance to chalkzone. It let us go through and sometimes we did fall from the sky, but what if the continuation of the wall has to be drawn in? " He pointed to the wall across from them. "I don't see paint, or crayons, but let's say we draw a door, and it appears letting us continue down this same hall?" He poised the question. "In this case i'll be using chalk since there isn't anything else around." He paused waiting for a reassurance from the other boy to even attempt it. It wasn't something Conan would have thought of on his own, but the Museum itself wasn't something he had expected. He needed to think out of the box and what was and was not possible when he was here. "Okay," he said slowly. "I suppose it's worth a shot." He nodded at the wall and floor, open for Rudy to try out his idea. He wasn't sure if the two footprints of the odd followers would actually lead where Rudy was suggesting - that they would continue though the floor with the help of a drawing. But he didn't know how common it was for ... other worlds ... to have the ability to use drawings as their form of magic. So he was going to trust that this might lead to something. (And if you want it to work, go for it! ) |
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 13, 2019 22:56:15 GMT -5
Charles shook his head but made no move to respond verbally.
"Oh, I'm Scarlett Eyler. That's Charles. Nice to meet you, Mr Scamander," Scarlett greeted with a smile, which quickly faded into a thoughtful glance sideways as she thought about what she had seen so far. "No... I don't think I've seen any brown case, sorry." The red-haired girl gestured to Charles and herself. "We only just got here," she explained.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 14, 2019 2:00:48 GMT -5
Dark magic did not sound like a good thing to Sally. She was familiar with wizards - unfortunately - and that was what Henry was sounding like right now. The difference was he actually used his magic. But she pushed this to the side of her mind to worry about later. Henry had reminded her why she was looking. She took a small step away, studying everything that had once been tossed about. For starters, there were several statues and paintings. Hesitantly, she reached out and touched a bust of someone she didn't recognize, but who looked very angry. Nothing happened, but to her cold skin the bust felt unusually warm."Not sure," she muttered to Henry. "I know that the items in the hall are usually useful in some fashion." She stepped around a pedestal which now had a pot balanced on it. As she watched, the people carved in it followed her with their eyes. She tried not to shiver. "I'm starting to think we weren't the first people in the museum. That these things might have been moved here by some other people." Which might explain why so many things had snaked around the corner - and why there were still several empty niches where things probably should have been if they were in range of Henry's spell. She pointed at a set of swords. "For example ..." She grabbed one by the hilt and suddenly the blade had burst into flame. Sally almost dropped the thing ... only to find the flames weren't hot. She showed the blade to Henry. "Not exactly normal. None of this stuff is." Henry hovered around Sally as she looked around, peeking over her shoulder and inspecting whatever she happened to let her gaze linger upon. He nodded a couple of times as he listened to her speak. "Uh-huh, that kinda makes sense... since I met you when I first woke up, and you were already here..." he murmured, then getting distracted by a couple of books stacked on their side atop a small nightstand. His hand reached out for one and he grabbed it, wincing in preparation for the reaction that never came. "Huh." He picked up the other with care only to be met with nothing yet again. Sally's voice brought his attention reeling back in and he turned around to face her, eyes widening at the flaming sword. "Whoa! That's so cool!" he said, trotting over. "You can use it to stab people and light the way! I'll have to bring this up to Robin later!" he exclaimed. Elsewhere in the museum, Robin shuddered. "It's useful," she agreed. "But I wouldn't exactly say that it's safe just to pick things up. As far as I can tell, however, the tamer stuff is actually in the hallway and all the unknown things are in the main part of the Museum. At least they were. I'm starting to think that we weren't the first to look through this stuff. Some people already did the work of getting some of the useful items together." She nodded at the collection of items. "What sort of book did you fine?" Sally changed the subject again. She personally didn't want to talk to much about the sword and give him ideas. But she did hook it to her belt, surprised when the flames disappeared as soon as she did. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 14, 2019 2:10:01 GMT -5
Charles shook his head but made no move to respond verbally. "Oh, I'm Scarlett Eyler. That's Charles. Nice to meet you, Mr Scamander," Scarlett greeted with a smile, which quickly faded into a thoughtful glance sideways as she thought about what she had seen so far. "No... I don't think I've seen any brown case, sorry." The red-haired girl gestured to Charles and herself. "We only just got here," she explained. Newt hoped they'd switch to calling him 'Newt' soon. Mr. Scamander made him sound like his father. But he didn't mention that and instead payed more attention to what else Scarlett was saying. "Oh, alright. I haven't had any luck anyway. But thanks anyway." He looked at Charles. "I've been here for a little," he admitted. "But I've mostly been wandering around, looking for that case. Have you been out of these main hallways yet? There's a bit further out where the roof opens up and most of the walls are too broken to really be considered walls anymore. And there are towering piles of items." He seemed a bit interested in this. But that was just because it seemed more likely that his missing creatures would be out there. |
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Post by Redfleck on Jun 14, 2019 12:03:51 GMT -5
Scarlett glanced at her brother, who still stood by the wall and watched on. He wore a neutral expression on his face, hands in pockets, his yellow gaze apathetic and lurking. You're fine, idiot, Scarlett relayed the mental message to him. Why are you suddenly mute all of a sudden? Can't you talk?
Scarlett's voice unexpectedly rang in the boy's head. Charles jumped, suddenly startled, and from the outside it would look as if absolutely nothing had shocked him. "I- It's nice to meet you, Newt. I really don't think we can-"
"Of course we can help you search, if that's what you need," interrupted the redhead suddenly, a forceful grin on her face. Come on, Charles. You know we're gonna need the supplies.
It was only at this point that Charles finally realized that his sister could speak to him telepathically—which didn't shock him, considering the nature of this world, but was unexpected nonetheless. He couldn't continue speaking without a stutter, both due to the shock of entering this world, his telepathy with Scarlett, and the dread rising inside him at the thought of entering a very dirty, dusty, unorganized area. Those towering piles of items would be Charles's worst nightmare. Never in a million years could he finish cleaning that up, so it was better to leave that place untouched and unseen.
"I- I'm really sorry, I can't... I have to go on my own, then." The boy struggled to explain, in fact not even explaining at all.
Scarlett crossed her arms. "Pardon him. He's kinda squeamish around messes," she explained shortly. "Is it really disorganized?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 14, 2019 17:49:01 GMT -5
Scarlett glanced at her brother, who still stood by the wall and watched on. He wore a neutral expression on his face, hands in pockets, his yellow gaze apathetic and lurking. You're fine, idiot, Scarlett relayed the mental message to him. Why are you suddenly mute all of a sudden? Can't you talk?Scarlett's voice unexpectedly rang in the boy's head. Charles jumped, suddenly startled, and from the outside it would look as if absolutely nothing had shocked him. "I- It's nice to meet you, Newt. I really don't think we can-""Of course we can help you search, if that's what you need," interrupted the redhead suddenly, a forceful grin on her face. Come on, Charles. You know we're gonna need the supplies.It was only at this point that Charles finally realized that his sister could speak to him telepathically—which didn't shock him, considering the nature of this world, but was unexpected nonetheless. He couldn't continue speaking without a stutter, both due to the shock of entering this world, his telepathy with Scarlett, and the dread rising inside him at the thought of entering a very dirty, dusty, unorganized area. Those towering piles of items would be Charles's worst nightmare. Never in a million years could he finish cleaning that up, so it was better to leave that place untouched and unseen. "I- I'm really sorry, I can't... I have to go on my own, then." The boy struggled to explain, in fact not even explaining at all. Scarlett crossed her arms. "Pardon him. He's kinda squeamish around messes," she explained shortly. "Is it really disorganized?"Newt didn't seem to notice Charles' jump, or if he did he didn't react to it. Instead, he said, "I would appreciate help." He actually hadn't considered that these two could help him, but now that Scarlett had pointed it out he certainly wasn't going to turn it down now he was aware of the option. He glanced at Charles again and tried to consider why he was so jumpy. Was it possibly the mess? "There are a lot of cluttered places here," he admitted apologetically. "Most of these hallways too." He nodded at the walls. "It looks like some people have dragged things into them in the past. But further out it really is disorganized." He sounded sorry, but still enough of his usual tone was coming through. |
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