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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 6, 2017 20:04:02 GMT -5
"Yes, while that is true, you still have to think about the possibilities of this place," Noé said with a shrug, still slowly looking around, though he didn't touch any of the items in fear that something else might happen. The vampire looked at the small group. "And I don't know why you still don't believe that we're dead. I, for one, know we must be because I am unable to hear your heartbeats." He said that softly as he quickened his pace a bit, heading straight for the other side of the museum. "Besides that, we should focus on whatever it is we have to find" Conan looked down at his chest, surprised. Just because Noé couldn't hear his head beating didn't mean it wasn't, did it? It also didn't me he was dead. Many impossible thing had already happened in the Museum, why not the loss of the vampire ability to hear that well. But if that's try, why is it so hard to think you might really be dead? said the traitorous voice in the back of his head. "Anyway," Conan said, trying to shake off the words. "Maybe we should try retracing Kagura, Eleven, and my steps. Maybe then we can see if Sable's Life is even able to be found." |
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 20:04:45 GMT -5
"Well, normally they'll try to shoot them, or call the police or something. So, I have to get in between and make sure that the people stay safe, as well as the lizard people," The Doctor shrugged, "ah, as for what I do, I kind of do that. I go around helping people; I have for a really long time." Since he was around one hundred in fact, and he was around one thousand something now.
Now, The Master did not help people. He did quite the opposite, and he admitted it, saying, "Well, I followed The Doctor to Earth when we were younger, but I more inhibit instead of help. I quite enjoy being the rock in his shoe." "That never works," Myrnin pointed out. "Well, it doesn't work for the humans very well." If humans tried to shoot a vampire it would have no effect, unless it was possibly an arrow. Oliver had simply given the Doctor a blank look at this new information. What he was thinking was more along the lines of Drat. He does something similar to what I do. At least, it sounds like it. I'd rather not find something that we have in common.Oliver would never called what he did as 'helping people'. That type of sickening statement was beneath him. But he was a sort of medium between the humans, vampires, and Daylighter's humans. He made sure they didn't all kill each other and oversaw deals between them. Oliver cursed under his breath when Myrnin said with a grin, pointing at the grumpy vampire. "He does stuff like that too." Oliver's face remained blank and he said through gritted teeth, "Talk to me and you die." "He just isn't nice about it," Myrnin added. He then turned and asked the Master, "So basically you just like annoying him? Seems like a pretty boring existence, it would get repetitive." "Oliver, I think that that's very nice," The Doctor said, smiling as he spoke to the vampire like he was a small child. He wasn't afraid of him at all. He wasn't afraid of much, except the inevitability of death, his family, all the people he'd ever slept with, Daleks, loneliness, being alone... you know, the normal stuff that people were afraid of and all that. "Maybe we can tag team sometime, huh?"
Meanwhile, The Master rolled his eyes at Myrnin, saying, "Yeah, well, he's just about the only person in the universe I'll put up with, and he's about the only person in the universe who will put up with me, so it's not as boring as you might think." |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 6, 2017 20:43:22 GMT -5
@bolderpelt
( *raises an eyebrow* With that many fears I'm surprised he gets up in the morning.)
"You think he's nice even though basically every word out of his mouth is a death threat?" asked a confused Myrnin. His eyes were suddenly drawn to the Master and he added, "Wait, never mind."
Oliver kept his face carefully blank, though one single, slim eyebrow was raised high. "You might have to tell me what tag team means, but then, the answer will be a very firm No."
Myrnin's attention had shifted back to the Master and he said, "Large universe out there. And unless I'm dreaming up this whole place, more than one. Kind of hard to have only a few people who can stand to stay around you or you stay around them."
His voice seemed a little sad, since he was one of those people who really didn't have very many of those people either.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 21:02:17 GMT -5
[[ he has problems. ]]
"Yeah," The Doctor replied, looking to The Master with a small smile, "'never mind.' Anyway, tag team just means, you know, work together, eh?" He bounced on the balls of his feet, nudging Oliver with his shoulder before ducking away, before the vampire could smack him or worse for acting like a little boy. He always got silly when he was trying to ignore something that made him uncomfortable.
The Master just returned The Doctor's smile with a roll of his eyes, looking to Myrnin, saying, "It's really not that hard when you purposely try to be annoying."
[[ so i'm 95% sure that the doctor has this version of the master locked in a vault this season, and he just brought him dinner and told him that he has a story about school children getting eaten to tell him (the plot of the episode), and there's a piano in the vault and he started playing 'pop goes the weasel.'
#couplegoals? ]] |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 6, 2017 21:31:55 GMT -5
(*reads the 'so i'm 95% sure...ect.' part* Oh no, he has no problems at all. I'm shaking my head in amusement over here.)
Oliver tapped his fingers lightly together, looking up at the ceiling. He didn't attempt to hit the Doctor or something like that...yet. Instead he said, "Tell you want. I'll do your job if you do mine. I'll come back in about a week and if you are still in one piece, not any more insane than you are now, and not somehow a vampire, ghost, zombie, or somesuch and I'll consider the 'tag team' offer." He scoffed, clearly thinking that he'd find the Doctor in little pieces if he spent even a day in Morganville. "If I thought you were at all serous, I'd laugh."
Myrnin eyes widened and his head snapped around to look at Oliver. "Wait?" he asked. "You can laugh?"
He quickly turned away again and chuckled under his breath at the joke. He shot a grin in the Master's direction and said, "Being annoying is just my natural talent."
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 6, 2017 21:45:31 GMT -5
[ hello! i hope my starter isn't too terribly long. this would be the first time i've been able to rp in a long time and the first time using this character! i apologize if i butcher his character. ]
*Screenname: @.momijibani / ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя
*Name: Genji Shimada
*Where they are from: Overwatch
Gender: male
Age: 35
Headcannons (if any): n/a
Powers (if any): advanced speed and agility, the ability to control the spirit of the north dragon
*Tell me. Are we alive? (The code word. Read the rules.): we're all dead here
*Path Chosen (If you don't understand look through the choices in the intro): 3
Group player or single player?: group
Greatest enemy (**only required if you chose option 2): n/a
Other: i suppose you should probably have his bio, right? here you go!
Genji is one of the heroes in Overwatch. He is a Japanese cyborg ninja who has freed himself from his criminal past and the war with his cybernetic body. He flings precise and deadly Shurikens at his targets, and uses his technologically-advanced wakizashi to deflect projectiles or deliver a Swift Strike that cuts down enemies. He holds a long katana that he only uses when summoning the Spirit of the North Dragon, the blade being called his "Dragon Blade" that will cut down enemies in his path.
pictures are listed below
 Genji in his Blackwatch outfit, which is without his armor.  Genji in his regular armor, summoning the Spirit of the dragon of the North Wind with his Dragon Blade.
*Starting Role-Play post(everyone start out in their rooms):
He was laying down, in a soft bed it seemed, but it wasn't his bed. The mattress wasn't accustomed to his body, for one. The male usually took off his armor when going to sleep, but... here he was, in the bed and fully armored. Dark, curious brown eyes blinked open behind the green visor, his consciousness bringing the suit to life with a soft hiss, the glow of green faintly coming from the various designed elements on his body, including his visor. Where was he? His room in Nepal was nothing like this, the colors, while being similar, not being the right shade of white nor cream.
Deep breaths, Genji, he told himself softly, mentally. He closed his eyes. This is most likely just a dream. Count backwards from ten and you'll wake up.
Jyuu. Kyuu. Hachi. Nana. Roku.
Go. Yon. San. Ni. Ichi.
He opened his eyes again.
He was still in the room.
Stay calm, Genji. There must be an explanation to this, he reasoned to himself, slowly sitting up. There was a sound of paper and he looked down, seeing that there was a piece of paper in his hand. What's this?
For someone finding out that he was dead, the cyborg stayed calm and silent. He stared at the paper long after he finished reading it, bringing things into consideration. The first thought of his options went to his master, wondering what he would be thinking at the moment. Zenyatta had taught him so much, and he still had so much to learn. Second thoughts went to the Overwatch, reformed and ready to defend. He had missions to complete, people and machines to protect. Could he really accept that he was dead? The third thought that came to his mind made him think over his options again.
Hanzo.
This wasn't the first time that Genji had felt death around his body. While he didn't fully die before, he was restored and brought back from the after-life, just barely in time. How could he be dead? Had his brother changed his mind, wanting to continue what he had started ten years ago? Normally, nothing could touch him while in a battle. Perhaps it was Reaper. It would fit, being that he was the type to do a cheap shot, like killing him in his sleep or attacking from behind. The memories evaded the cyborg's grasp, no matter how hard he thought.
You are dead now, Genji. he firmly told himself, snapping out of the thoughts. You can pass on or return, continuing the fight you left.
Taking a moment, the thirty-five year old looked around for something to write with. Had that pen always been beside him on that bed? Surely, Genji would have noticed. Perhaps the shock of the new environment and the new situation left it out of his mind. Nevertheless, he grabbed it and looked carefully between the first option and the second option. His eyes flicked up and down, though to anyone passing by, he would look still as a statue, unmoving.
One minute passed.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
Finally, the sound of pen on paper softly could be heard and both the paper and pen were put onto the glass table. Genji stood up, giving a little stretch and a soft sigh. He had people to protect, jobs to do and still one unfinished piece of his life that had yet to be put to rest. He couldn't die now and he couldn't sit back and take it, not after everything that had happened. He was going to go back to the living world and he was going to do it with whomever needed the aid. Making sure his blades were still at their prime, happy that he not only had his shurikens and wakizashi with him, but his Dragon Blade as well, the cyborg stepped out of his room to venture around, his foot-falls silent as he moved.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 21:52:53 GMT -5
[[ oh yeah he's fine. 100% mentally stable. ]]
The Doctor scoffed. "Well," he replied, voice light, though it was clear that he took this as a bit of a challenge, "how about we un-die first, and then we'll see." He clasped his hands behind his back, walking along with a hop in his step. He didn't have much self-doubt about, well, anything. It was how he got himself in trouble half of the time in all honesty, making bets like this and such.
"Good one!" The Master exclaimed tonelessly at Myrnin's joke, thin lips curling up in a smile, "you could give me some tips some time. I have to work at it. Believe it or not, in my younger days I used to be a charmer." He winked, leaning over and nudging The Doctor, who ignored him. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 6, 2017 22:06:41 GMT -5
( Character accepted ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя Let me read the rest of your starting post, sorry. ^^'. If you would like, both me and Stranger Things have free-ish characters in the Museum ( 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 ?) if you want to have your character run into them. Oh yeah, don't worry about butchering his character. I comes with the territory.  ) |
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 6, 2017 22:16:55 GMT -5
[ thank you!
i definitely wouldn't mind rping!
but only if you're able to.
i do not mind waiting another little bit. ]
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 22:19:22 GMT -5
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Post by Auransky on May 6, 2017 22:23:44 GMT -5
ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя ((Hi! Welcome <3 )) ((I have Rudy open if you'd like. My replies depending on your preference of length will have a bit of delay because I'm currently playing Tera/gearing a guildie's tank. In other words, babysitting. LOL))
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Post by Auransky on May 6, 2017 22:29:06 GMT -5
broken mintedstar/furLelouch looked around in thought, he turned his attention towards sally, "We follow her." He addressed Snake. That was his view of seeing that. She seemd like a natrual leader, and in a situation of witts, and mind she would outwitt them both physically. He looked back before turning once more walking after Sally.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 6, 2017 22:30:40 GMT -5
[ oh! that's fine, thank you!
i do not mind whomever role-plays with me.
i've been quite out of practice so i apologize if it takes me a little while.
i'm watching youtube with impressions of my character, genji.
also, i apologize if there's a lot of japanese talk and references with him.
because, one, i'm a nerd for anything japanese.
two, genji is extremely japanese and speaks in it half of his lines (or more) in the game.
i just put my starter up, so i don't mind whomever wishes to role-play! ]
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 6, 2017 22:53:23 GMT -5
(Mint did poof, but is back, just poofy. :3 I'll reply to everyone in just a second. To you as well, ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя. I'll have Sable led him out and Shining's character or Stranger Thing/My group can run into him. ) |
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 6, 2017 22:56:22 GMT -5
[ that sounds like a good plan.
thank you!! ]
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 6, 2017 23:20:05 GMT -5
[[ oh yeah he's fine. 100% mentally stable. ]]
The Doctor scoffed. "Well," he replied, voice light, though it was clear that he took this as a bit of a challenge, "how about we un-die first, and then we'll see." He clasped his hands behind his back, walking along with a hop in his step. He didn't have much self-doubt about, well, anything. It was how he got himself in trouble half of the time in all honesty, making bets like this and such.
"Good one!" The Master exclaimed tonelessly at Myrnin's joke, thin lips curling up in a smile, "you could give me some tips some time. I have to work at it. Believe it or not, in my younger days I used to be a charmer." He winked, leaning over and nudging The Doctor, who ignored him. (I'd like to meet the person who would testify to that in a court of law. With good character references, that is.) Oliver also seemed to take it as a bit of a challenge, since his eyes grew a little hard. "I'll make sure to write a impressive obituary about your stupidity for taking on the job when that happens," he said. Myrnin jabbed a finger at Oliver's shoulder. "Threats aside, could you be quiet?" "Why?" snapped Oliver. "Because I want to talk!" complained Myrnin. "About?" asked Oliver. "That," said Myrnin, pointing to something leaning against the piles of junk. It looked like some type of motorcycle. If you squinted. It looked like what a motorcycle might be if you didn't fully know what you were building and had some sort of affinity with the color black. A glass orb with a bunch of purple mist swirling around in it was embedded in the place just between the handlebars. "What is that?" asked Myrnin. (This is a challenge. I'd like to see your 'talented boy' drive that. :3 ) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 6, 2017 23:36:12 GMT -5
ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя The fact that the hologram was holding a equally holographic newspaper was just confusing. It leaned against the wall, slowly turning a page, only looking up when Genji Shimada appeared. It was hard to tell what it was a hologram of. It was human shaped, though it looked more like it was made of liquid shadow than anything and the eyes...were just odd. Never focusing on you or anything it seemed to be looking at. It was clear whether it was supposed to be male or female until it spoke. "Nice to see you finally made your choice," said Sable, dropping the newspaper which disappeared before hitting the ground. The hologram tilted his head. "It thought that it might take you a shorter time than that. Clearly I judged you wrong."
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 6, 2017 23:55:36 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur
A hologram. Genji had seen plenty in his days and quite more. But everything had an exact shape and an exact way of looking. What this... hologram was of, he couldn't figure out too easily. Behind the visor, the male squinted slightly, a soft mechanical click of three shurikens moving into his right hand from his arm echoing softly. The fact that he could still do this surprised him. Call it a nervous reflex, or perhaps just a reaction out of being somewhere he wasn't used to, he stopped in his tracks once the hologram began to speak. He waited a moment and then retracted the three said shurikens back and stood a little taller.
"It is a hard choice to make when one has responsibilities that can choose between life and death," he responded, his Japanese accent quite thick and his voice slightly mechanical. While he didn't move, his eyes moved behind the visor to look for a projector for the hologram in front of him. But before searching too vigorously, he focused back on the hologram, trying to understand what it was of. He stayed quiet for a bit, a small thought coming to his mind. "Who and what are you? I imagine this is something like Purgatory... Then tell me, who is in charge here? And where do I start to look for this... "Sable's Life" item that can bring me back to the living?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 0:21:35 GMT -5
ѕρσттεdѕнιммεяThe hologram pushed off from the wall. Or it looked like it did anyway. "You are only the second to take so long in making such a clear choice. Though..." The eyes didn't focus properly on Genji, instead they were focused on the wall to the left of him. "Some doubt their choice afterwards." His voice held no accent, though he knew he would speak flawlessly in whatever language that Genji wanted. It was possibly something that effected the souls trapped here, but even Sable himself didn't know how it functioned. All he knew was that they could all understand one another. The hologram took two steps forward and put its 'arms' behind its back. "I'm Sable. The 'what' would be a little harder to answer." Of course, he offered no answer, only that statement. "And, yes, this place has been compared to Purgatory. You make very important choices here, though that is not the main function of this Museum." Once again, he didn't explain what its main function was. "I am in charge here." The hologram tilted its head to the side, using this motion like pointing. "You can look to the left." He tilted the other way. "Or the right." Then the hologram seemed to shrug. "Or where you like. Sable's Life is within the Museum and the Museum stretches forever. You have forever to look for it." He seemed amused with this fact, like he enjoyed the challenge he was giving everyone.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 7, 2017 0:41:14 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur
The hologram was... Sable. The name itself made the cyborg have a bad feeling about the choice he had made. Was this... creature the item? Killing them being the way to go back to the realm of the living? A solution that Genji himself wouldn't exactly like to use, at all. But then again, thinking of the people who depended on him and the lives that could be lost if he wasn't alive and there to give aid... now, that was something that he wouldn't be able to compare to. If it came down to it, while he would be uncomfortable and not entirely happy with the choice, he would take the life of a stranger to protect his world. This was just a theory, of course. The item itself could be an actual item and he wouldn't have to take the life of... someone, or somthing. They were already dead, so... what would happen if one died here?
Realizing a little too late that he had been quiet in thought, unmoving and holding still like a statue, the thirty-five year old man cleared his throat and looked at the hologram once more. "How does time work around here? Is time still going in the realm of the living? Forever holds to those who just want to live. My life is not for my own sake, but for those who depend on it. If the living world's time stands here, then I do not have the seconds to spare with chatter," Genji went on, his voice strong, though almost a little challenging, masking a slight worried tone. His brother had lost him once. He didn't want to know what he was like right now, knowing that he lost him again, and for real, this time. He had a team. They were very close and worked well together. For the most part. There was something that the Japanese cyborg had to get back to.
"Everything must have an end at some point. I will not give up until I find what I need to return," the trained ninja stated. A challenge? Well then, it was accepted. He was determined to get back his life. "Could you lead me to another person here? I want to start on finding this "Sable's Life" and get back." Shifting his weight ever so slightly, Genji moved his head to look around. A maze? A puzzle? Whatever this was, he was determined to solve it or find someone who could.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 1:15:46 GMT -5
ѕρσттεdѕнιммεяSable studied the cyborg, considering how much to say. Well, it was never said that he didn't like being dramatic. He love the 'tell all' parts. Plus, the question wasn't to important to him. "The flow of time in your world will depend on the cause of your death and the choices you make here." He tilted his head back, thinking, then held up a 'hand'. A holographic screen appeared a picture of a girl appeared on it. She was surrounded by smoke and flames, typing keys on a laptop as fast as she could. Suddenly she disappeared, along with the computer. The scene shifted and suddenly it showed the face of the dead girl. Someone hovered above her, voice and face unfocused. Suddenly life returned to the girls eyes and she gasped, jerking up, coughing. "Only about five minutes passed for her," said Sable, expressing some interest in his voice. "She was the first to escape this time around." The projection disappeared. "It will depend on how your death would effect your world and the rules of it. In some cases, years will pass and you will some how return, by magic or science or some other form. Or time will have to move a little backwards to fit you back into the world. The bullet will miss you, the cancer will be cured. Or like the girl, you will simple find breath returning to your body." The holograms eyes shifted a little, so it was now looking at Genji's feet. "Yes, the end will come sooner or later. You still have to survive the challenges here." The hologram turned, only to look back. "Then you might want to try looking this way." It reached up it hand, grabbed something, and suddenly a door appeared in the air. It was the same one that Sable had used before to move Conan and his group to the other side of the Museum. "This will at least take you to where you can start. The hint I gave another group is that 'they have already been near it'. This door will take you in the correct direction." Sable didn't believe in giving one group an advantage over the others. So he opened the door and walked through. It was like looking through a window, when you looked through the doorway. Behind it was the random piles of junk and half broken display cabinets. Sable looked back, waiting to see if Genji would follow.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 1:18:27 GMT -5
(This probably means that he would be running into Buck and Newt, since they are on that side of the Museum and might actually be able to offer some type of help since they have a little more info. Of course, Shining's character is also an option since he hasn't appeared yet and could, in theory if not in practice, be anywhere.)
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 7, 2017 1:49:14 GMT -5
[ the... forums crashed for a second there...
and it also ended up deleteing my reply....
welp.
i'm too tired and a bit frustrated with that now.
i'm gonna head to bed.
goodnight! ]
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 1:53:09 GMT -5
(It ate mine too, so I understand.  ) (Night! Sorry about the frustrating forums. That's the first time that's ever happened to me. O.O Usually I just forget I was replying in another tab and it times out.) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 2:21:45 GMT -5
broken mintedstar/fur Lelouch looked around in thought, he turned his attention towards sally, "We follow her." He addressed Snake. That was his view of seeing that. She seemd like a natrual leader, and in a situation of witts, and mind she would outwitt them both physically. He looked back before turning once more walking after Sally. Sally looked back and shrugged a little. "I'm not really sure where we should go, but maybe we'd have more chance of learning more things if we try and see what's out there. I know you aren't very interested in returning yet, Lelouch, but I am. So I'm going to try and find Sable's Life as soon as I can. You're welcome to help, if you like, but I'm not going to ask you." She turned back to look at the path ahead. "Same goes for you Snake." |
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 8:41:16 GMT -5
[[ oh yeah he's fine. 100% mentally stable. ]]
The Doctor scoffed. "Well," he replied, voice light, though it was clear that he took this as a bit of a challenge, "how about we un-die first, and then we'll see." He clasped his hands behind his back, walking along with a hop in his step. He didn't have much self-doubt about, well, anything. It was how he got himself in trouble half of the time in all honesty, making bets like this and such.
"Good one!" The Master exclaimed tonelessly at Myrnin's joke, thin lips curling up in a smile, "you could give me some tips some time. I have to work at it. Believe it or not, in my younger days I used to be a charmer." He winked, leaning over and nudging The Doctor, who ignored him. (I'd like to meet the person who would testify to that in a court of law. With good character references, that is.) Oliver also seemed to take it as a bit of a challenge, since his eyes grew a little hard. "I'll make sure to write a impressive obituary about your stupidity for taking on the job when that happens," he said. Myrnin jabbed a finger at Oliver's shoulder. "Threats aside, could you be quiet?" "Why?" snapped Oliver. "Because I want to talk!" complained Myrnin. "About?" asked Oliver. "That," said Myrnin, pointing to something leaning against the piles of junk. It looked like some type of motorcycle. If you squinted. It looked like what a motorcycle might be if you didn't fully know what you were building and had some sort of affinity with the color black. A glass orb with a bunch of purple mist swirling around in it was embedded in the place just between the handlebars. "What is that?" asked Myrnin. (This is a challenge. I'd like to see your 'talented boy' drive that. :3 ) [[ um, i would. ]]
The two Time Lords squinted at it for a moment as well, before The Doctor exclaimed, a bit of excitement creeping into his voice, "I think it's a bike! You know, a motorcycle." He darted forward, hovering around it, since he wasn't sure if touching it was going to bring about some sort of curse. He loved machines, any sort of machine really. From spaceships to bikes to cars, well, he would tinker with it, and possibly even keep it in the TARDIS if he liked it enough.
"I wonder if it runs...." |
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 7, 2017 12:34:16 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur
The words slightly comforted Genji, but also slightly confused him. The issue was, he couldn't remember how he died or what he was doing before that. The last memory he had was going to Nepal to help his training master, Zenyatta, with some things before they went back with the Overwatch. But after that...? Everything went fuzzy. He had no idea how he died. Bullet? Sword? Knife? Arrow? Fire? Falling? Drowning? Explosives? None of those things seemed to make much sense. Now that he was more aware of what was going on, it frustrated him that he couldn't remember. The holographic screen made everything make more sense, while also making none at the same time. He'd... have to think on this. Hopefully his team could wait just a little bit.
Snapping back to heard the words of the hologram figure, the thirty-five year old turned his head to look at the creature directly in its eyes. If he got out, then he'd find out what happened to cause his death. That sounded like a plan to him. Why was the hologram looking at his feet? He had been through out the world and met all sorts of cultures but... even this was a little weird for him. Maybe he liked his boots? The action didn't stick to his mind long, with the words coming to his mind. A challenge? Survive? You underestimate Genji, he thought, the corners of his mouth turning into a slight smile.
Hesitation stalled him from going through the doorway. This "Sable" had been answering questions, partly. It was a kind gesture, in Genji's eyes, but he was still wary. You cannot just fully trust someone out of the blue, even if you are dead. This place, as was hinted, could possibly be deadly. The creature didn't say "have to complete the challenges" or "have to win the challenges", it had said "have to survive the challenges", which implied that something could happen to you, even after death. What kind of place... was this? It wasn't implied that this was Purgatory, but it was also after he was dead, supposedly. After the hologram he was shown, he didn't doubt for a second that he wasn't dead. There was no logical explanation, which kind of frustrated him a little. Why was he here and how did he get "here" to begin with?
Genji's foot took a few steps forward, following after the hologram, the slight hesitation making him wary of whatever he was stepping into. "Arigatou gozaimasu," he stated in thanks with a slight head tilt of a nod in the hologram's direction. Once again, he was a little hesitant with his actions, but pushing that aside he went through the doorway, giving a hand wave a thanks once more. He never really did an open wave when waving. His hand was in the form of a peace sign, but his middle and pointer finger were closed together instead of spread apart. There was a different group of people here. Of course, the paper did say he could work alone or with a group. Experience over his years always shown that he never had to work alone and when he could, he would always work with others. You can only get so far by yourself. He looked at the hologram figure. "You have my thanks."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 12:55:48 GMT -5
(I'd like to meet the person who would testify to that in a court of law. With good character references, that is.) Oliver also seemed to take it as a bit of a challenge, since his eyes grew a little hard. "I'll make sure to write a impressive obituary about your stupidity for taking on the job when that happens," he said. Myrnin jabbed a finger at Oliver's shoulder. "Threats aside, could you be quiet?" "Why?" snapped Oliver. "Because I want to talk!" complained Myrnin. "About?" asked Oliver. "That," said Myrnin, pointing to something leaning against the piles of junk. It looked like some type of motorcycle. If you squinted. It looked like what a motorcycle might be if you didn't fully know what you were building and had some sort of affinity with the color black. A glass orb with a bunch of purple mist swirling around in it was embedded in the place just between the handlebars. "What is that?" asked Myrnin. (This is a challenge. I'd like to see your 'talented boy' drive that. :3 ) [[ um, i would. ]]
The two Time Lords squinted at it for a moment as well, before The Doctor exclaimed, a bit of excitement creeping into his voice, "I think it's a bike! You know, a motorcycle." He darted forward, hovering around it, since he wasn't sure if touching it was going to bring about some sort of curse. He loved machines, any sort of machine really. From spaceships to bikes to cars, well, he would tinker with it, and possibly even keep it in the TARDIS if he liked it enough.
"I wonder if it runs...." (  Would the court believe you? If they met him, would they believe you?) Myrnin also hovered, looking equally interested and excited. He tapped the glass orb thing, wondering how the mist was moving inside it. "You could try it and find out," he said, hopping on the balls of his feet. Myrnin had no idea how to work a bike. It didn't really offer much protection from the sun for a vampire, so most of them were stuck with cars and tinted windows. Or course, the crazy vampire wanted, now that the sun wasn't a risk, to try it out. Oliver looked at Myrnin, then the bike, then back at Myrnin. "He's not driving," he said. "Don't let him drive." "Whyyyy not?" whined Myrnin. "Because," said Oliver, glaring. Myrnin looked over at the two Time Lords. "Can I drive it?" (Every time I want to capitalize the Two before Time Lords. XD ) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 13:19:12 GMT -5
ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя He thinks a lot, chuckled Sable inwardly. He seemed confused that Sable never really met his eyes, either. Well, questions would be answered if he looked in the right places and asked the right people. "You are welcome," he said, dripping his holographic head a little. "There are a couple of groups near here, all you have to do is run into the right ones." His voice held a grin, though there was no clear mouth to convey it. Then, with that, the hologram vanished, along with the door. The Museum stretched forever. If you looked up you could see old and sometimes broken lights hanging from the vaulted ceiling. If you looked behind you, you could see a sort of large pillar. You would be far enough away from it that the junk piles and broken displays would block your view of the entrance to the hallways that were within it. Look forward and all you would see was piles of random items from an old horse statue to a broken record player. Some items were piled higher than a grown man and the rest formed passable hallways. You could walk between them, or if you wanted a bit of danger, on top of them. Either way, it was still describable as a mess. The Museum was silent, for the most part. Old building silent. But if you were listening carefully, you could here the murmur of indistinct voices off to the left. Not close enough to hear the words, but close enough to tell that it was at least something human.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 13:29:48 GMT -5
[[ yes totally. ]]
"No!" the two exclaimed, almost at the exact same time. Even The Master wasn't insane enough to let Myrnin drive a bike, especially if he'd never driven a bike before. "I'll drive it," The Doctor volunteered after a moment, shrugging, "I know how. And then maybe, if it runs, I can teach you."
The last comment, complete with a smile, was directed at Myrnin, as The Doctor peered at him, to gauge a reaction. Both he and The Master could ride a bike pretty well. They'd raced as kids, but The Doctor had spoken up because, well, he wanted to see if it worked. |
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Would the court believe you? If they met him, would they believe you?)