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Post by Kuragehime on Apr 28, 2017 0:14:28 GMT -5
(Psst. Hime. Who's in your siggy? O.O ) The Medicine Seller (Kusuriuri) from Mononoke/Ayakashi: Samurai Horror Tales :3 ]] |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 28, 2017 0:17:35 GMT -5
(Hum. O.O Never heard of it. Translation: I will look it up soon. :3 )
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Post by Auransky on Apr 28, 2017 0:18:56 GMT -5
Kuragehime Reply to us LOL. Mint needs the extra work.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 28, 2017 0:31:53 GMT -5
Yes. I clearly do. cX
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Post by Kuragehime on Apr 28, 2017 0:32:15 GMT -5
Woohoo internet's back!]] mintedstar/fur and Auransky: Aizen arched an eyebrow as Akira spoke and his gaze flicked around the room once more. He let out a short sigh before looking to Kid. "Well it seems he doesn't want to be freed. Shall we get back to finding what's at the end of the map?" he asked, his voice cold. He shot a glance to Akira, then turned and took a step back to the open door at the end of the hallway. There didn't seem to be any helping this young man, and Aizen found himself in disagreement with his outlook on things. ~~~ broken: Sure!]] Okabe found himself alone once again as he wandered through the museum. He was currently making his way through piles of random objects, and was doing to rather slowly because he was stopping to inspect each and every pile. There was also the fact that the items were doing things he did not expect them to do. At all. So far, a cup he'd accidentally kicked completely disappeared after it bumped into a wall, a toy car started its engine and drove away after he set it back on the ground, and a vase exploded into a burst of confetti. He slipped his phone out from his pocket and held it gingerly by his ear. "It's me. Something very odd is happening here. I'm suspecting its the work of a magician. Or a ninja. I'll contact you again when I find out more. El. Psy. Congroo," he murmured, flipping the phone shut and stuffing it back into a pocket. ~~~ Mint, broken, @bolderpelt, tinybreeze, Lark: Zoro stood idly by while the others chatted. To put things simply, he only had a very faint idea of everything that had happened. He couldn't even tell you how the group got from the previous room to here if you asked him. He was starting to zone out when he heard Noe speak up about going to find Sable's Life. "I agree with him, let's get it," he grunted, pushing himself away from the wall. ~~~ --cato phoenix and stranger: Nyx looked up to see Buck running off and then glanced at Arlo. "It won't hurt to follow him. I was actually just thinking of chasing after them myself," he said with a light chuckle. "The more the merrier, right?" he added, smirking. I think that's everyone...  ]] |
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Post by Kuragehime on Apr 28, 2017 0:35:22 GMT -5
(Hum. O.O Never heard of it. Translation: I will look it up soon. :3 ) xD]] Yeah, it's not very well known, I think I discovered it thanks to the "Random" button on Crunchyroll xD I don't usually watch horror anime, but for some reason I loved this one... and the animation is beautiful *^*]] |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 28, 2017 0:54:58 GMT -5
(Hum. O.O Never heard of it. Translation: I will look it up soon. :3 ) xD]] Yeah, it's not very well known, I think I discovered it thanks to the "Random" button on Crunchyroll xD I don't usually watch horror anime, but for some reason I loved this one... and the animation is beautiful *^*]] (I must try out this 'Random' button, then. XD ) (I'll look it up.) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 28, 2017 1:13:41 GMT -5
Auransky broken Something exploded. Not 'fire' exploded, more like 'boxes and random splinters of wood going everywhere as something large and heavy pushes through them' exploded. Sally was the fastest, tackling Lelouch as something large with wings rushed just over the place his head had been. "Watch out!" she put in, knowing it was late but already turning back to see the large, see through bird tear into another box with its left wing as it turned around. (As I've stated before: Anyone is welcome to move around/RP the random things that happen or turn up.  )
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Post by broken on Apr 28, 2017 14:25:43 GMT -5
KuragehimeAsuramaru had just been staying in the main hallway of the museum, not too certain if he wanted to walk any farther into the place. To him, it looked like it could possibly be a trap made by a human, and if not, he was going to blame them anyway. The demon then heard a voice coming from nearby which sparked his interest, so of course he followed the noise, eventually seeing Okabe on one side of the museum. He scowled, crossing his arms as he headed over, keeping his eyes locked on him. He was silent for the longest time, then said with disgust, “Human…” he trailed off some, gesturing to their surroundings. “I don’t find this very amusing, so I suggest you stop with this act right away.” — Auransky, mintedstar/furSnake had also gotten out of the way, but at least he wasn’t the one being tackled. He looked off in the direction where Sally and Lelouch were, then back at the creature with its huge wings. He slowly backed away, saying to get as far away from it as possible. “What is that and where did it come from? Asks Keats.”
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Post by tinybreeze on Apr 28, 2017 15:44:36 GMT -5
some BODY"I don't need Sable's Life, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to help," Quote said with a shrug. It would be tedious, but if it meant someone could go home, he had no objections. Although if something else explodes, I'm turning around, he thought, sighing.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 15:50:55 GMT -5
"There's a lot of brown, kind of not-interesting things in here," Buck shrugged lamely, then realizing that was a tiny bit rude, tacked on, "sorry. I'm looking for some of my stuff too." A thin-lipped smile crept onto his face, and he just shook his head, looking up at the walls, "Uh, it's kinda crazy, really. I'm with two other people, looking for our things, but there's a lot of other people here too."
He didn't think they'd even met all of them yet, or if he could explain the sheer scale of this whole thing to Newt.
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"No," Eleven replied quickly, with a shake of her head. She rubbed uncomfortably at her skinny arms. She felt, well, she felt incredibly useless. She knew nothing about anything, and here these people were, planning a way to get them out, and what was she doing? She was making them worry. It wasn't her fault she was stupid though, or that was what Lucas had said.
Mike had yelled at him for that.
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The Master shook his head, grumbling under his breath. Oh, now he wanted to know. Fool.
"There was something in the mirror, and it may or may not have momentarily possessed you, just..." he shook his head, waving a hand at Oliver and then affirming, "we're fine, we should keep moving."
He thought that they were fine at least, or he was hoping very, very hard.
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Not knowing what else to think, The Doctor thought, and thought loudly, "Did it work?" He hoped it did, as he retracted fully from Myrnin's mind, panting and shaking slightly as he dabbed at his brow with the sleeve of his button-down. That had been a ride. He hadn't done that for awhile, and his head hurt too, though he assumed not as much as the vampire's did. He was a pretty powerful telekinetic being. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 28, 2017 16:21:30 GMT -5
@bolderpelt --cato phoenix Kuragehime 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 Newt thought about that for a second, then asked, "What are you looking for then?" Though he consider the item he was looking for more important, he didn't think there was any way that he could find it simply by snapping his fingers. There was a spell on the case that he'd put it to make sure magic couldn't be used on it after he'd left America. He didn't want it taken from him by magic again, but that also meant he couldn't use his wand to find it now. -- ( Eleven needs a hug.) some BODY  Conan was at a loss on how he could the girl, who clearly felt down. He didn't think there was anything he could say that would help. Maybe getting moving would help. He turned to Quote and said, "Okay. Thanks for your help." He felt a little uncomfortable, since it seemed like the robot had chosen to look for Freedom. But once again, there wasn't much he could do about that. Instead he said, "Alright. I guess we're starting on the other side of the Museum then." He started to pick his way through the piles as he walked in that direction. -- Stranger: Oliver agreed on the keep moving part at least. He didn't like the rest of the things the Master had said, however. He didn't like owing people. So instead he turned, head down, into another branching path. After a few steps, he poked the edge of a pile with his shoe, seeing if it would still burn if he touched it. It did. "Still trapped," he muttered, looking around. He felt like he was in a maze. A maze that had traps everywhere. He hated to ask, but, "You have a phone?" he asked the Master. -- Myrnin waited a couple of seconds, seeming to be listening intently. After a couple of seconds he shook his head. "Nothing... Thanks!" His face broke into a wide grin. Then he noticed that the Time Lord seemed pretty worn out now. "Are you okay?" he questioned, a little touch of worry making its way into his voice. He looked around, checking for those shadow things. This would not be a good time for something bad to happen. (One request of something bad to happen? Hum? ) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 28, 2017 16:22:18 GMT -5
(I'll wait for Shiningdiamond, Broken.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 28, 2017 18:19:25 GMT -5
Kuragehime AuranskyKid looked at Aizen, face showing a mix between disgust and astonishment. "We are not leaving him here. We're stuck in this place together and leaving him here wont do him any good, but if I have to put it in turns you understand, then he might be useful to us." If Kid had had any more doubts about his feelings on Aizen's personality, they were gone. This guy wasn't going to be healthy to be around. "As I said, if I have to speak in 'what do I get out of it' then you need to consider this: What is this room were are in and why was it so important for him," he pointed to Akira. "To be put in there instead of out in the Museum like the rest of us. Maybe he knows something that Sable didn't want the rest of use finding out right away."
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Post by Auransky on Apr 28, 2017 18:33:27 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur Kuragehime Akira raised a brow, this Aizen guy was very cold to the brim. He didn't need to hear testimonies, nor rumors to read this gentlemen's heart. It would have made him twitch had the weights chained to him were not holding him back. This man is corrupted... He silently inspected Aizen, but when Kid pointed at him, his observation shifted to surprise. It almost reminded him of school, where every time he tuned back into the class a teacher was pointing at him for an answer. He looked at the bars holding him in his cell, then looked out behind Kid and Aizen, "These gates can't be broken, I must be released by the wardens or the master of this room." He let out a rather hefty sigh. "I'd be more then willing to help you with your game. I would hate to see your fate fall as mine." He added. Though he mentioned game, he was unaware of the Museum's game. His eyes would glimpse out behind the two hoping Igor, or the twin wardens would appear. Yet he had lost the game, humanity was doomed, but he couldn't accept reality, not here not now. Then this Kid figure mentioned Sable, Sable as in the black clothes worn in mourning? He thought to himself. broken MintLelouch let out a gasp as he was tackled to the side. It was the last thing probably the least expected thing. He would have screamed her insanity, but when the creature appeared in his view, he nodded in silence. "Okay then, that's our queue to bow out of this room." He blinked, getting up and quickly dusting himself off. "We could fight, but I'm not a fighter, actually I had someone who fought for me. My friend-er Knight-er killer?" He bit his lower lip, it was complicated then he shook his head,"We should just run, or lock it in. Or keep it captured." His eyes skimmed the room looking for anything, anything at all. Between a large fishing net, metal chains, and christmas lights, they had the option to tie it down, or just flee. Decisions decisions...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 21:49:50 GMT -5
@bolderpelt --cato phoenix Kuragehime 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 Newt thought about that for a second, then asked, "What are you looking for then?" Though he consider the item he was looking for more important, he didn't think there was any way that he could find it simply by snapping his fingers. There was a spell on the case that he'd put it to make sure magic couldn't be used on it after he'd left America. He didn't want it taken from him by magic again, but that also meant he couldn't use his wand to find it now. -- ( Eleven needs a hug.) some BODY Conan was at a loss on how he could the girl, who clearly felt down. He didn't think there was anything he could say that would help. Maybe getting moving would help. He turned to Quote and said, "Okay. Thanks for your help." He felt a little uncomfortable, since it seemed like the robot had chosen to look for Freedom. But once again, there wasn't much he could do about that. Instead he said, "Alright. I guess we're starting on the other side of the Museum then." He started to pick his way through the piles as he walked in that direction. -- Stranger: Oliver agreed on the keep moving part at least. He didn't like the rest of the things the Master had said, however. He didn't like owing people. So instead he turned, head down, into another branching path. After a few steps, he poked the edge of a pile with his shoe, seeing if it would still burn if he touched it. It did. "Still trapped," he muttered, looking around. He felt like he was in a maze. A maze that had traps everywhere. He hated to ask, but, "You have a phone?" he asked the Master. -- Myrnin waited a couple of seconds, seeming to be listening intently. After a couple of seconds he shook his head. "Nothing... Thanks!" His face broke into a wide grin. Then he noticed that the Time Lord seemed pretty warn out now. "Are you okay?" he questioned, a little touch of worry making its way into his voice. He looked around, checking for those shadow things. This would not be a good time for something bad to happen. (One request of something bad to happen? Hum? ) "Just a book," Buck replied, sounding embarrassed, even if it did mean at lot to him, "it's my friend's. She'll want it back, you know, when I get back." Whenever the hell that was going to be. Would any time pass? He hoped not.
"What's that?" he questioned after a second, pointing at the wand in Newt's hand. Clearly it was a wand, because everyone who'd ever seen any fantasy movie had seen a wand, but wizards? Though, it probably wouldn't be the craziest thing that had happened as of yet.
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[[ poor bby. ]]
Eleven scampered right after Conan, feet slapping on the floor as she jogged to keep pace with him, finally falling into step and looking around. So, they had gone the whole way across? This place was big. It would take forever to get back.
She wasn't tired though. For some reason, she wasn't too hungry, or too thirsty, and her legs weren't sore from walking. Her head didn't even hurt too bad from using her powers.
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The Master scoffed. "No," he replied, "why would I have a phone?" He wasn't a human-imitating man-child like The Doctor was, who did have a phone. "Don't you have one?"
He heard something shift behind him as he stood back, waiting for Oliver to be done with fooling around. He glanced over, but saw nothing, though as chill ran up his spin and danced over his scalp, into his jaw, which clenched. He, however, said nothing of it. He was probably just paranoid.
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"Yes, yes, fine, I just haven't done that in awhile," The Doctor said, smiling, despite the fact that in only a minute the fringe of his dark swath of hair had been plastered to his forehead by sweat. Really, his head hurt and his stomach was turning, but he ignored it. Maybe his telepathic powers weren't as effective here. Normally, this didn't happen.
"Now, where..."
He glanced around, and grimaced, pushing wind through his teeth as he saw that the shadows were close. Really close. He whipped out the screwdriver again, feebly driving one back. |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Apr 28, 2017 22:01:01 GMT -5
Ress watched the commotion in utter confusion, "Wait, do you need a wand to channel your mystic energy?" She asked, and raised her hands, a small indigo mist erupting from them. "I'm basically the hero of my village, I'm very unique to them...but um, I didn't know there were others...but you don't seem to exhibit the magic abilities I do..." she said to Newt, taking note of his name. She watched Buck with interest, all these objects they seem to have misplaced...? She had herself, and her necklace and her clothes, good enough for the girl. Though she didn't have her family or friends, and really, that was the one thing she truly wanted to find. "I um, This place asked for a note, I chose to work in a group to find a item to return me home...would any of you care to accompany me?" She asked.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 28, 2017 22:58:37 GMT -5
@bolderpelt Kuragehime --cato phoenix 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨"That does appear to be the options that the note was offering," noted Newt, looking down at the paper again. Then he looked back up again and said to Buck, "It's a wand. I'm a wizard," he wasn't to sure whether he should be saying that or not. Was Buck a Muggle? Ress clearly wasn't. "It does channel my abilities and I can do a few simple things without it." He put the wand back in his pocket, eyed the nearest pile, and suddenly a small bock of wood flew into his had. He tossed it into the air a couple of times, then dropped it. He'd just done that to demonstrate he knew wandless magic. "Describe the book to me," requested Newt, looking once again at Buck. "I might be able to find it if I know what it looks like." Then he turned back to Ress, saying, "I haven't got much of a choice. And I don't see why not." He didn't work well in large groups, but Ress at least seemed to be useful with her abilities. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 28, 2017 23:52:17 GMT -5
The Master scoffed. "No," he replied, "why would I have a phone?" He wasn't a human-imitating man-child like The Doctor was, who did have a phone. "Don't you have one?"
He heard something shift behind him as he stood back, waiting for Oliver to be done with fooling around. He glanced over, but saw nothing, though as chill ran up his spin and danced over his scalp, into his jaw, which clenched. He, however, said nothing of it. He was probably just paranoid.
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"Yes, yes, fine, I just haven't done that in awhile," The Doctor said, smiling, despite the fact that in only a minute the fringe of his dark swath of hair had been plastered to his forehead by sweat. Really, his head hurt and his stomach was turning, but he ignored it. Maybe his telepathic powers weren't as effective here. Normally, this didn't happen.
"Now, where..."
He glanced around, and grimaced, pushing wind through his teeth as he saw that the shadows were close. Really close. He whipped out the screwdriver again, feebly driving one back. (Guess I'll be waiting to use that some BODY tag again. XD ) -- "Any question I ask you is going to get a scoff, isn't it?" asked Oliver dryly. He'd heard a shifting as well, but maybe if he pretended he hadn't the next deadly trap would get bored and go away? Probably not. He tensed his muscles, ready. He rolled his eyes at the Master's response. "Oh, you just seemed like the type who would want to call random people in the middle of the night just to hear the sound of your own voice. I would not have asked if I had had one. I gave it to some girl. Helen, Harren, Hanna. Something like that. I intended, if you had had one, to call it to see if there was anyone within the group I ran into that could fly. I seemed to remember a dragon." He pointed upwards. "That way is the only way that someone isn't expecting us to leave from. Walking around this place just means we will continue to run into more problems." (Paranoid is a good thing to be here.) -- "Yep, I just had to think that," Myrnin said, holding his hand out, letting the item in his hand cast a halo of light around them again. "You said light destroys them, right? How much light are we talking about? Like, searchlight light or super nova light? Because that screwdriver-flashlight isn't working and whatever this thing is is helping even less." He was nervously darting looks all around at the shadow. He'd figured this would happen, hadn't he? But the vampire had been a little distracted at the time. "Are you sure your good? Because I can't really say I know what aliens look like when they are healthy. Just saying, you look like you've just run a marathon." Yes, surprisingly that was making Myrnin feel pretty guilty. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 29, 2017 0:32:08 GMT -5
Kuragehime Auransky(Sable was a name chosen because of the reason Akira just thought. XD It seemed the only one that fit.) Kid pondered this for a second. "I don't know about any wardens, but I'm pretty sure Sable would claim to be the master of this place." He eyed the bares, then looked back at Aizen. "Come on. Can't you try your powers out on them or something. You can at least try, right?" broken and Dia "I vote run," Sally said in a matter of fact tone. She didn't ask about the 'friend-er Knight-er killer' statement. It was a question for another time. She picked up the metal chains, which gained a ghostly blue aura as she picked them up. She looked down at them, a little surprised, but not unphased. It wasn't clear what it meant anyway. "I think we should just leave, before it notices us again." It was true that the ghostly bird didn't seem to have them in its attention anymore. Sally gripped the chains harder, in case it decided to stop its shredding of the boxes and items.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 9:40:05 GMT -5
@bolderpelt Kuragehime --cato phoenix 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 "That does appear to be the options that the note was offering," noted Newt, looking down at the paper again. Then he looked back up again and said to Buck, "It's a wand. I'm a wizard," he wasn't to sure whether he should be saying that or not. Was Buck a Muggle? Ress clearly wasn't. "It does channel my abilities and I can do a few simple things without it." He put the wand back in his pocket, eyed the nearest pile, and suddenly a small bock of wood flew into his had. He tossed it into the air a couple of times, then dropped it. He'd just done that to demonstrate he knew wandless magic. "Describe the book to me," requested Newt, looking once again at Buck. "I might be able to find it if I know what it looks like." Then he turned back to Ress, saying, "I haven't got much of a choice. And I don't see why not." He didn't work well in large groups, but Ress at least seemed to be useful with her abilities. "A wizard," Buck said simply, not sounding shocked, just... thoughtful. He didn't think wizards existed where he was from. There was just angels, apparently, but he didn't say anything. He didn't want to overshare.
There was a moment where he was thinking to himself, but he then shook himself out of it, and began to describe the book. "Well, it's about angels, like the Bible kind, I guess. It's brown, some art on the front. It just looks like any old book really... it belongs to my friend. If I get back she'll want it."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 9:49:17 GMT -5
The Master scoffed. "No," he replied, "why would I have a phone?" He wasn't a human-imitating man-child like The Doctor was, who did have a phone. "Don't you have one?"
He heard something shift behind him as he stood back, waiting for Oliver to be done with fooling around. He glanced over, but saw nothing, though as chill ran up his spin and danced over his scalp, into his jaw, which clenched. He, however, said nothing of it. He was probably just paranoid.
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"Yes, yes, fine, I just haven't done that in awhile," The Doctor said, smiling, despite the fact that in only a minute the fringe of his dark swath of hair had been plastered to his forehead by sweat. Really, his head hurt and his stomach was turning, but he ignored it. Maybe his telepathic powers weren't as effective here. Normally, this didn't happen.
"Now, where..."
He glanced around, and grimaced, pushing wind through his teeth as he saw that the shadows were close. Really close. He whipped out the screwdriver again, feebly driving one back. (Guess I'll be waiting to use that some BODY tag again. XD ) -- "Any question I ask you is going to get a scoff, isn't it?" asked Oliver dryly. He'd heard a shifting as well, but maybe if he pretended he hadn't the next deadly trap would get bored and go away? Probably not. He tensed his muscles, ready. He rolled his eyes at the Master's response. "Oh, you just seemed like the type who would want to call random people in the middle of the night just to hear the sound of your own voice. I would not have asked if I had had one. I gave it to some girl. Helen, Harren, Hanna. Something like that. I intended, if you had had one, to call it to see if there was anyone within the group I ran into that could fly. I seemed to remember a dragon." He pointed upwards. "That way is the only way that someone isn't expecting us to leave from. Walking around this place just means we will continue to run into more problems." (Paranoid is a good thing to be here.) -- "Yep, I just had to think that," Myrnin said, holding his hand out, letting the item in his hand cast a halo of light around them again. "You said light destroys them, right? How much light are we talking about? Like, searchlight light or super nova light? Because that screwdriver-flashlight isn't working and whatever this thing is is helping even less." He was nervously darting looks all around at the shadow. He'd figured this would happen, hadn't he? But the vampire had been a little distracted at the time. "Are you sure your good? Because I can't really say I know what aliens look like when they are healthy. Just saying, you look like you've just run a marathon." Yes, surprisingly that was making Myrnin feel pretty guilty. "Well, we don't have a phone, so I think we might need another plan," The Master grumbled bitterly, looking up through the piles as well, to the vaulted, shadowy ceiling. He couldn't fly and neither could Oliver, so once again, without a word, he began walking. The only way they had to go was back past that godforsaken mirror, and the very idea of it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but he said nothing. "In my humble opinion, we need to find a way back around to Myrnin and The Doctor. We work better in a group anyways."
Even if Oliver didn't like any of them, it was the best option. The Doctor was annoying, but he was smart, and having the support of Myrnin actually motivated The Master to put himself to use, for once.
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"Well, I think a supernova would be a bit unrealistic at the moment, so I would say spotlight," The Doctor replied, beginning to edge forward, through the narrowing path that the shadows were creating, beating them back with the light from his screwdriver. He hoped Myrnin would follow.
For a moment, he said nothing to Myrnin's comment about his appearance. This was more important, but after a moment he gave a soft sigh, saying, "I'm okay, Myrnin. Just tired, and sweaty. I'm not on death's doorstep. If anything, I've gone into his house and laid down in his bed already." |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 29, 2017 11:50:45 GMT -5
@bolderpelt Kuragehime --cato phoenix 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 "That does appear to be the options that the note was offering," noted Newt, looking down at the paper again. Then he looked back up again and said to Buck, "It's a wand. I'm a wizard," he wasn't to sure whether he should be saying that or not. Was Buck a Muggle? Ress clearly wasn't. "It does channel my abilities and I can do a few simple things without it." He put the wand back in his pocket, eyed the nearest pile, and suddenly a small bock of wood flew into his had. He tossed it into the air a couple of times, then dropped it. He'd just done that to demonstrate he knew wandless magic. "Describe the book to me," requested Newt, looking once again at Buck. "I might be able to find it if I know what it looks like." Then he turned back to Ress, saying, "I haven't got much of a choice. And I don't see why not." He didn't work well in large groups, but Ress at least seemed to be useful with her abilities. "A wizard," Buck said simply, not sounding shocked, just... thoughtful. He didn't think wizards existed where he was from. There was just angels, apparently, but he didn't say anything. He didn't want to overshare.
There was a moment where he was thinking to himself, but he then shook himself out of it, and began to describe the book. "Well, it's about angels, like the Bible kind, I guess. It's brown, some art on the front. It just looks like any old book really... it belongs to my friend. If I get back she'll want it."
He shrugged, smiling awkwardly. Newt nodding, tilting his head further to the side as he tried to think of the book Buck described. It was hard to fix the image he was getting in from him, but the wizard did his best. He took his wand out of his pockets again, giving it a small flick as he muttered, "Accio book," under his breath. After that, he looked up head slowly turning to gaze around at the piles. He didn't know if it had worked. On the other side of the museum, a glass case broke as Buck's book was drawn to Newt. After another couple of seconds of waiting, the wizard's shoulders slumped. Then the book came out of nowhere, hitting him in the arm. "Ouch!" Newt said, as he fumbled, trying to catch the book. He caught it in his left hand and held it up to Buck. "Is this the right one?" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 29, 2017 12:38:57 GMT -5
"Well, we don't have a phone, so I think we might need another plan," The Master grumbled bitterly, looking up through the piles as well, to the vaulted, shadowy ceiling. He couldn't fly and neither could Oliver, so once again, without a word, he began walking. The only way they had to go was back past that godforsaken mirror, and the very idea of it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but he said nothing. "In my humble opinion, we need to find a way back around to Myrnin and The Doctor. We work better in a group anyways."
Even if Oliver didn't like any of them, it was the best option. The Doctor was annoying, but he was smart, and having the support of Myrnin actually motivated The Master to put himself to use, for once.
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"Well, I think a supernova would be a bit unrealistic at the moment, so I would say spotlight," The Doctor replied, beginning to edge forward, through the narrowing path that the shadows were creating, beating them back with the light from his screwdriver. He hoped Myrnin would follow.
For a moment, he said nothing to Myrnin's comment about his appearance. This was more important, but after a moment he gave a soft sigh, saying, "I'm okay, Myrnin. Just tired, and sweaty. I'm not on death's doorstep. If anything, I've gone into his house and laid down in his bed already." "If you have some smart plan to get us to them, by all means use it," grumbled the vampire. At least in a larger group they had had more of a chance against traps. Though Oliver wasn't in a mood to say that he wanted to see Myrnin again or that they worked better as a team. Instead, he pointed at the path they were taking. "We'll have to take another turn before we're heading back in the same direction as that wall." (Any suggestions on how to lead them back in the correct direction?) -- Myrnin scuttled after him on tiptoe, eyeing the shadows while still hold the light in his hand out. "Problem. Well, added problem. We can't touch anything in the piles, even if we did find a spotlight." The only thing they could really use was the Doctor's screwdriver-light and the one in Myrnin's hand. Myrnin looked down at his hand and sighed. The one time the dratted light could have been useful and it wasn't strong enough. That was just great. The light grew a little, once again at random, and the shadows seemed to edge away a little, but it wasn't enough. "Gah, isn't there any way to make it do that when I want it to?" grumbled the vampire. "Do these things have any other weaknesses?" |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 13:08:25 GMT -5
"A wizard," Buck said simply, not sounding shocked, just... thoughtful. He didn't think wizards existed where he was from. There was just angels, apparently, but he didn't say anything. He didn't want to overshare.
There was a moment where he was thinking to himself, but he then shook himself out of it, and began to describe the book. "Well, it's about angels, like the Bible kind, I guess. It's brown, some art on the front. It just looks like any old book really... it belongs to my friend. If I get back she'll want it."
He shrugged, smiling awkwardly. Newt nodding, tilting his head further to the side as he tried to think of the book Buck described. It was hard to fix the image he was getting in from him, but the wizard did his best. He took his wand out of his pockets again, giving it a small flick as he muttered, "Accio book," under his breath. After that, he looked up head slowly turning to gaze around at the piles. He didn't know if it had worked. On the other side of the museum, a glass case broke as Buck's book was drawn to Newt. After another couple of seconds of waiting, the wizard's shoulders slumped. Then the book came out of nowhere, hitting him in the arm. "Ouch!" Newt said, as he fumbled, trying to catch the book. He caught it in his left hand and held it up to Buck. "Is this the right one?" Buck's face immediately lit up, smiling for the first time since he had shown up here. "Yes!" he cried, dashing forward and taking the book from Newt, running his free hand over the cover in awe, before throwing his arms around the older man, "thank you!" Buck was short, so his face basically ended up pressed into Newt's stomach, but he didn't care, even if he'd just met the man.
Pulling back after a moment, he stepped away, looking at the cover again, and then flipping it open. On the inside was scrawled Prairie Johnson, in what he assumed was her mom's neat handwriting, the OA's second name. Yep, it was definitely hers. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 13:15:18 GMT -5
"Well, we don't have a phone, so I think we might need another plan," The Master grumbled bitterly, looking up through the piles as well, to the vaulted, shadowy ceiling. He couldn't fly and neither could Oliver, so once again, without a word, he began walking. The only way they had to go was back past that godforsaken mirror, and the very idea of it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but he said nothing. "In my humble opinion, we need to find a way back around to Myrnin and The Doctor. We work better in a group anyways."
Even if Oliver didn't like any of them, it was the best option. The Doctor was annoying, but he was smart, and having the support of Myrnin actually motivated The Master to put himself to use, for once.
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"Well, I think a supernova would be a bit unrealistic at the moment, so I would say spotlight," The Doctor replied, beginning to edge forward, through the narrowing path that the shadows were creating, beating them back with the light from his screwdriver. He hoped Myrnin would follow.
For a moment, he said nothing to Myrnin's comment about his appearance. This was more important, but after a moment he gave a soft sigh, saying, "I'm okay, Myrnin. Just tired, and sweaty. I'm not on death's doorstep. If anything, I've gone into his house and laid down in his bed already." "If you have some smart plan to get us to them, by all means use it," grumbled the vampire. At least in a larger group they had had more of a chance against traps. Though Oliver wasn't in a mood to say that he wanted to see Myrnin again or that they worked better as a team. Instead, he pointed at the path they were taking. "We'll have to take another turn before we're heading back in the same direction as that wall." (Any suggestions on how to lead them back in the correct direction?) -- Myrnin scuttled after him on tiptoe, eyeing the shadows while still hold the light in his hand out. "Problem. Well, added problem. We can't touch anything in the piles, even if we did find a spotlight." The only thing they could really use was the Doctor's screwdriver-light and the one in Myrnin's hand. Myrnin looked down at his hand and sighed. The one time the dratted light could have been useful and it wasn't strong enough. That was just great. The light grew a little, once again at random, and the shadows seemed to edge away a little, but it wasn't enough. "Gah, isn't there any way to make it do that when I want it to?" grumbled the vampire. "Do these things have any other weaknesses?" "Well then we should find another aisle that heads that way," The Master snapped right back, turning over his shoulder to give Oliver a glare. There had to be one eventually, right? It was only logical, even if he couldn't see it yet. Though most of the time, due to the uneven nature of the walls, he never saw the passages before they were right upon them. A lot of them were very small too, so he wasn't too worried, not yet. They'd find a way back soon enough.
[[ i mean, they could try to find a passage, if they can't climb the walls. ]]
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"No, they don't have any other weaknesses," The Doctor replied with a shake of his head, "have you ever tried to get rid of a shadow? It's not like you can stomp on it." His voice wasn't angry, just scared. Everyone got a little bit snippy when they were scared, didn't they? "I would suggest running, but in our current conditions, I'd say either one of us would be liable to trip." He was still shaky, and he knew that Myrnin had to be. He could see it. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 29, 2017 13:40:54 GMT -5
Buck's face immediately lit up, smiling for the first time since he had shown up here. "Yes!" he cried, dashing forward and taking the book from Newt, running his free hand over the cover in awe, before throwing his arms around the older man, "thank you!" Buck was short, so his face basically ended up pressed into Newt's stomach, but he didn't care, even if he'd just met the man.
Pulling back after a moment, he stepped away, looking at the cover again, and then flipping it open. On the inside was scrawled Prairie Johnson, in what he assumed was her mom's neat handwriting, the OA's second name. Yep, it was definitely hers. Newt stared down at the boy, a little shocked. "It's my pleasure," he said, adding a little embarrassed to the mix. "Glad I could help." The book was clearly very important to Buck and Newt was glad that he seemed happy now. He looked over the book, eyes interested. "Angels, you said?" he wondered. He wished that he had the notebook that he used to write down knew information in. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 14:07:22 GMT -5
Buck's face immediately lit up, smiling for the first time since he had shown up here. "Yes!" he cried, dashing forward and taking the book from Newt, running his free hand over the cover in awe, before throwing his arms around the older man, "thank you!" Buck was short, so his face basically ended up pressed into Newt's stomach, but he didn't care, even if he'd just met the man.
Pulling back after a moment, he stepped away, looking at the cover again, and then flipping it open. On the inside was scrawled Prairie Johnson, in what he assumed was her mom's neat handwriting, the OA's second name. Yep, it was definitely hers. Newt stared down at the boy, a little shocked. "It's my pleasure," he said, adding a little embarrassed to the mix. "Glad I could help." The book was clearly very important to Buck and Newt was glad that he seemed happy now. He looked over the book, eyes interested. "Angels, you said?" he wondered. He wished that he had the notebook that he used to write down knew information in. "Mmhmm," Buck hummed, closing the book and hugging it to his chest as he continued, "yeah, like, the biblical stuff, you know? I haven't actually read it, just looked it over a bit." He tapped his finger on the cover of the book, soon drumming two, then three, and then stilling as he looked up at the taller man. He sure was funny looking, in his old-timey clothes and stuck-up hair. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 29, 2017 14:23:27 GMT -5
"Well then we should find another aisle that heads that way," The Master snapped right back, turning over his shoulder to give Oliver a glare. There had to be one eventually, right? It was only logical, even if he couldn't see it yet. Though most of the time, due to the uneven nature of the walls, he never saw the passages before they were right upon them. A lot of them were very small too, so he wasn't too worried, not yet. They'd find a way back soon enough.
[[ i mean, they could try to find a passage, if they can't climb the walls. ]]
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"No, they don't have any other weaknesses," The Doctor replied with a shake of his head, "have you ever tried to get rid of a shadow? It's not like you can stomp on it." His voice wasn't angry, just scared. Everyone got a little bit snippy when they were scared, didn't they? "I would suggest running, but in our current conditions, I'd say either one of us would be liable to trip." He was still shaky, and he knew that Myrnin had to be. He could see it. ( *shrugs* Sure. Might allow them to touch the walls soon. Just wanted to add some trouble.) "Before or after we end up killing each other?" muttered the vampire under his breath. He walked for another five minutes before he finally spotted a turn off. When he saw it, he muttered under his breath again. The passage was so small, they would have to turn sideways to get through it. The vampire glared at it a couple seconds longer, then sighed. "Best I could hope for, really." He took a step back and gave a mock bow. "Annoy aliens first." -- "Might have to try running," pointed out Myrnin. "If it comes down to it, we're dead either way." The vampire didn't sound scared, but you could see it in his eyes. He once again tried to open his hand, since the light would be stronger if his fingers weren't in the way, but still no luck. "This may be the one and only time I wished for sunlight," he muttered. He pointed to a small space between the shadows that were closing in. "That way. Best chance." |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 29, 2017 14:37:31 GMT -5
Newt stared down at the boy, a little shocked. "It's my pleasure," he said, adding a little embarrassed to the mix. "Glad I could help." The book was clearly very important to Buck and Newt was glad that he seemed happy now. He looked over the book, eyes interested. "Angels, you said?" he wondered. He wished that he had the notebook that he used to write down knew information in. "Mmhmm," Buck hummed, closing the book and hugging it to his chest as he continued, "yeah, like, the biblical stuff, you know? I haven't actually read it, just looked it over a bit." He tapped his finger on the cover of the book, soon drumming two, then three, and then stilling as he looked up at the taller man. He sure was funny looking, in his old-timey clothes and stuck-up hair. "Well, yes, I got that part," said Scamander. "But I was wondering what it said about angels." He put his wand back into his pocket once it was clear that Buck didn't need anything else summoned. After that, he stood a little awkwardly, clearly not knowing what to do or say. "Eh-uh," he half coughed and stuttered. "You're looking at me a little oddly...?" |
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