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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 13:59:24 GMT -5
@bolderpelt (I'll take your word for it.  ) "Oh, okay then," said Myrnin. Behind his back, Oliver made frantic hand gestures and shook his head wildly. That was not a good idea. Myrnin could not be taught. Claire had been trying to teach him to drive for ages and he still had to be reminded that you shouldn't try to drive when you were in the passenger's seat. He still hadn't mastered the idea of the seat belt either. Myrnin, if he noticed Oliver, pretended he didn't. He leaned in further to look at the bike, frowning. "Should you try turning the keys, then?" he asked, pointing to the set that was still stuck in the ignition. Oliver looked like he really didn't like this idea. But honestly, was there anything that could stop them? |
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 14:50:33 GMT -5
"Well, that is the logical first step..." The Doctor mumbled, reaching forward and giving the keys a turn. The bike, thankfully parked, roared to life. So, apparently it did work, and did have gas. Interesting.
The Time Lord swung a leg over it, steadying himself and moving the kickstand with one foot. "Myrnin," he said, "you should probably get out of the way." He didn't know if you could kill a vampire by running it over, but he didn't want to try. |
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 7, 2017 15:19:35 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur
The right ones...? the cyborg thought to himself in slight confusion. He blinked and turned his head to look down either side of the hallway. Something just... felt off. Why would there be dangers here? It's the afterlife! Surely once you're dead, you're dead? But maybe it wasn't this way. The sound of metal being unsheathed echoed softly as his right arm moved three shurikens into Genji's hand. "I will take your words as a warning," he stated towards Sable. He listened quietly and the soft sound of human chatter came to his senses. His foot-steps silent, every little sound muffled and equally as silent, the trained assassin moved down the hallway, towards the said voices, sticking as close to the walls as he could. His pace was abnormally quick, but this was to be expected.
Being that he was created to enhance his stealth abilities, Genji's body could go into "stealth mode", which meant no glow from his visor or suit, no sound of him moving, nothing. And that was exactly what he was doing at the moment. He wasn't entirely sure of anything right now. Perhaps it was all a crazy dream that he was having, one of those ones that lasted forever and you couldn't wake up until you finished it. Of course, he had that kind of dream once and only once. Ironically, it was when he brushed the brink of death. Maybe he was actually dead after all. It was quite a lot to take in.
While someone might've asked "Hello?" or called out to say hello, this was not the case for the thirty-five year old. He waited and moved around silently, not wanting to be detected quite yet. He wanted to analyze the group that he heard before he did anything. Genji took in a silent breath and moved until the group was in his sights, and then stayed perfect still and unmoving. He wasn't sure who they were and he wanted to wait a little to get a quick profile on those within it.
[ i'm not quite sure who the group is that he's seeing, hence why i'm leaving it a bit open ]
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 19:02:33 GMT -5
"Well, that is the logical first step..." The Doctor mumbled, reaching forward and giving the keys a turn. The bike, thankfully parked, roared to life. So, apparently it did work, and did have gas. Interesting.
The Time Lord swung a leg over it, steadying himself and moving the kickstand with one foot. "Myrnin," he said, "you should probably get out of the way." He didn't know if you could kill a vampire by running it over, but he didn't want to try. (I have a story for what happened to the picture I was drawing of the Doctor and the Master if you’re interested.) Myrnin hurriedly took a step back and to the side. He wasn't to keen on seeing if a motorcycle could kill him either. Oliver sighed and leaned again a junk pile. At least it seemed they could touch the items now. "Don't run into any walls," he said, though the tone of his voice said he wouldn't care if the Time Lord did. Myrnin still looked a little disappointed that he couldn't drive, but was getting over it. He eyed the glass orb again. "Be careful. I think that this thing does something." (Though the motorcycle is only based of an item from a book series, I can safely say that it is not exactly safe.) |
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 19:16:45 GMT -5
"Well, that is the logical first step..." The Doctor mumbled, reaching forward and giving the keys a turn. The bike, thankfully parked, roared to life. So, apparently it did work, and did have gas. Interesting.
The Time Lord swung a leg over it, steadying himself and moving the kickstand with one foot. "Myrnin," he said, "you should probably get out of the way." He didn't know if you could kill a vampire by running it over, but he didn't want to try. (I have a story for what happened to the picture I was drawing of the Doctor and the Master if you’re interested.) Myrnin hurriedly took a step back and to the side. He wasn't to keen on seeing if a motorcycle could kill him either. Oliver sighed and leaned again a junk pile. At least it seemed they could touch the items now. "Don't run into any walls," he said, though the tone of his voice said he wouldn't care if the Time Lord did. Myrnin still looked a little disappointed that he couldn't drive, but was getting over it. He eyed the glass orb again. "Be careful. I think that this thing does something." (Though the motorcycle is only based of an item from a book series, I can safely say that it is not exactly safe.) [[ i'd love to hear it. ]]
"Yeah?" The Doctor asked, revving the bike again, knuckles white as his feet shuffled on the scuffed floor, "'let's find out what."
All narcissism and showmanship aside, he rode pretty well for a funny looking alien with some whopping PTSD. He went roaring down the aisle, without much room, dark hair whipping behind him as the sound of the engine echoed off the walls. About halfway down the full length of the stretch, he turned, bike almost tipping as he managed to right himself and come racing back towards them, eyes nearly shut as the wind pricked at them.
[[ oh geez. ]] |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 19:28:38 GMT -5
ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя(That would be Buck Vu from The OA (RPed by @bolderpelt) and Newt Scamander from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Movie 1 (RPed by me.)) Newt was completely unaware of the fact someone was watching him. He scratched the back of his head, the prickling sensation at the back of his neck annoying him, though he wasn't sure why he suddenly felt like he should be paying more attention. "Uh, you wouldn't happen to know if there's anything like a description for this 'Sable's Life' thing, would you?" he asked Buck. "Then I can try summoning it like I did your book." He pointed to the book that Buck was still holding. "It might make all this searching easier. I mean, I have something I find important out there, but I can't really use magic to get it back." He took out his wand again and started to spin it around in his hand. He looked a little distressed. "So... you think you can help me?"
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 19:42:19 GMT -5
Buck, after a moment, shook his head, fingers running up and down the spine of his long sought after book. "I don't know what it looks like," he informed Newt, watching him fidget, head still tilted back to accommodate their drastic height difference, "but... if you want my help, I'll look the normal way. Sorry." He was about to keep speaking, but that was when he caught sight of the figure behind Newt, the person causing his neck to prickle.
His mouth opened, and then closed, tongue feeling uncharacteristically dry as he tried to vocalize the fact that there was someone new here. Hopefully they were friendly. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 19:47:25 GMT -5
(I have a story for what happened to the picture I was drawing of the Doctor and the Master if you’re interested.) Myrnin hurriedly took a step back and to the side. He wasn't to keen on seeing if a motorcycle could kill him either. Oliver sighed and leaned again a junk pile. At least it seemed they could touch the items now. "Don't run into any walls," he said, though the tone of his voice said he wouldn't care if the Time Lord did. Myrnin still looked a little disappointed that he couldn't drive, but was getting over it. He eyed the glass orb again. "Be careful. I think that this thing does something." (Though the motorcycle is only based of an item from a book series, I can safely say that it is not exactly safe.) [[ i'd love to hear it. ]]
"Yeah?" The Doctor asked, revving the bike again, knuckles white as his feet shuffled on the scuffed floor, "'let's find out what."
All narcissism and showmanship aside, he rode pretty well for a funny looking alien with some whopping PTSD. He went roaring down the aisle, without much room, dark hair whipping behind him as the sound of the engine echoed off the walls. About halfway down the full length of the stretch, he turned, bike almost tipping as he managed to right himself and come racing back towards them, eyes nearly shut as the wind pricked at them.
[[ oh geez. ]] (I've been trying to draw them for the past month. Got everything done minus the hair. Down to The Master's hoodie and some pretty good shading if I say so. Couldn't get the hair to work at all. I put off working on them for over three weeks, so finally, last week, I just tossed the picture at that person who sits next to me in art class. "Draw them please," I say in a slight moan, can't standing the fact I've had artist block for a month. They look down at them and ask, "They supposed to be anyone specific?" Me, having pretty much given up, says, "No, not really. Just draw hair on them or do whatever you want. Just finish them." "Okay then." We trade art all the time. I add stuff to their's and visa versa, so today I hear back from them and they've finished editing the art. "Hey, were they both supposed to be male?" they ask. Already having a sneaking thought I answer, "Yes. I was planning on them both being male, but it wasn't necessary. Why?" "Oh, because I made one female. Was that all right?" Sneaking suspicion confirmed, I try not to smile. "That's fine. Just out of curiosity, which one?" "The one with the hoodie." So, I don't currently have any pictures of them that I'm working on, but that's what happened to the old ones.  ) "Think he's going to get himself killed?" asked Oliver conversationally, directing the question at The Master as he watched the motorcycle go down the aisle. "Looks like fun," pointed out Myrnin, watching with interest. He could pick out every detail with his enhanced eyesight and though half of his attention was on what The Doctor was doing, most of it was still on the glass orb. For starters, this was because the mist in it had all collected near the bottom, leaving the top clear glass. Myrnin was starting to feel worry grow in the back of his mind. He was starting not to like the idea of someone riding that bike. He was starting to think that it wasn't safe at all. |
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 20:01:48 GMT -5
[[ oh gosh xD well, he did just regenerate into a woman, so i don't think he'd mind. ]]
"He used to be a good racer," The Master shrugged, watching The Doctor whizz back by, "I don't know if he's still got it though. In all honesty, it might be a bit more fun if he does crash." Not that he wanted him to crash, actually, just that... well, in theory it would add a little bit of excitement to their afterlife here. Nothing had happened in, oh, twenty minutes.
Now, The Doctor had noticed the orb too, but he took his attention away from it as he made another sharp turn, once again righting himself and glancing back down as he shot back by the three other men. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 20:16:45 GMT -5
(Much along the lines of my thoughts. Thought I'd share. xD I'm back to square one now. Have to figure out how to draw hair...)
Oliver lazily followed the bikes path with his eyes. "Might make an interesting new problem," he said, voicing what The Master had just thought. "Nothing happened like that in a good half hour or so. Aren't we due for some sort of trouble?"
On cue, the front wheel started glow a faded purple and the hairs on the back of Myrnin's neck stood straight up. "I don't like that bike," he said out loud, looking worried. "Maybe you should get off now!" he shouted after The Doctor. The back wheel began to glow the same color and suddenly the speed of the bike upped by at least half.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 20:28:09 GMT -5
[[ hair is hard. ]]
The Doctor couldn't hear him. The wind was whipping in his ears, but he did see the glow. Though, as he tried to get off, he found that his hands were cemented to the handlebars. Crap. He grimaced as he turned once again, zooming back by, right as The Master looked over his shoulder at Oliver and Myrnin.
"By jove, I think he's stuck!" he exclaimed, not sounding all that put off by this revelation. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 20:40:45 GMT -5
(Oh boy do I know. >.< Finally doodled up a headcannon design for Oliver though. I liked what I did with his hair.)
"I was wondering when we'd run into the next problem," Oliver muttered. "Should we attempt to stop it? It appears to be speeding up and I doubt that a motorcycle should be going that fast."
Myrnin was paying far to much attention to what was happening with the bike than he was will whatever the other two were talking about. The mist in the glass orb was almost gone now. What had it done? Clearly the bike was speeding up and The Doctor was stuck to it, but though that was dangerous it was only life threatening if it ran into something.
I still feel like something else is supposed to happen, thought Myrnin, thinking about the last of that mist stuff.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 20:49:32 GMT -5
[[ i'm sure you'll get it pal. don't fret. ]]
"What do you wanna do, run in front of it?" The Master grumbled, shaking his head as his old friend sped back by again, now essentially standing the best he could. His palms were definitely cemented to the handles, and the wheels were definitely glowing. He thought that something else was bound to happen too, but he was content with waiting to see what it was. The only thing that kept him from being a bit panicked was that The Doctor was one of the most unbreakable beings he'd ever met. If the man ever did finally kick the bucket, well, it would be something short of a miracle when that day came. |
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Post by Auransky on May 7, 2017 20:55:53 GMT -5
brokenmintedstar/furLelouch looked around the room, then returned his gaze towards the direction they had come from. His violet eyes gleamed in awareness, heeding caution for anything that could pop up. The creature was still strongly on his mind, though a terrifying experience he was recalling every moment he clearly saw the creature, from its movements, to its features. What was that thing.... and from who's world could it be from? He considered, lightly shifting his right foot against the ground. He recalled Snake, and Sally talking of their realities. At this point it was safe to assume that this creature too came from someone else's world. The question was who's and if there were more, and lastly: if they were all harmless. His thoughts continued pondering about the creature, was there a benifit to catching one, or would it best be left for dead? If they could keep one for themselves, it would provide useful as a familiar. Whether it be for battle, or defense. His head shifted quickly over towards Sally when she called him. He pushed his thoughts aside to listen. He couldn't help but take in a deep breath, secretly regaining his breath from the constant running before speaking. "I would not mind assisting you in your quest. If you will have me of course." His voice softened towards the end. "I lack much in the physical department, but can make up in the strategic side of things." He politely offered.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 21:02:20 GMT -5
@bolderpelt
(I'll try not to. XD )
"You first," Oliver grumbled back, crossing his arms. He seemed content just to watch the bike go back and forth in front of them. "I only have to make sure that the vampires don't kill each other or to many humans. My job says nothing about having to stop Time Lords from crashing into walls because they want to try out anything that moves."
Myrnin seemed the only slightly distressed one, almost hopping around in place. "Hum, I don't mean to interrupt or anything, but one of the wheels just fell off. Should that happen?"
"Huh?" asked Oliver, who hadn't been paying attention. He turned to look at the bike. Myrnin was right. The front wheel was gone now, rolling away. Swirling purple light had replaced it, functioning much the same way the wheel had. Small tendrils of the mist came off, and with each disappearing strand a little more of the mist in the orb disappeared.
"Oh," said Oliver dismissively. "That's what that was. A power source."
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 21:46:10 GMT -5
@bolderpelt (I'll try not to. XD ) "You first," Oliver grumbled back, crossing his arms. He seemed content just to watch the bike go back and forth in front of them. "I only have to make sure that the vampires don't kill each other or to many humans. My job says nothing about having to stop Time Lords from crashing into walls because they want to try out anything that moves." Myrnin seemed the only slightly distressed one, almost hopping around in place. "Hum, I don't mean to interrupt or anything, but one of the wheels just fell off. Should that happen?" "Huh?" asked Oliver, who hadn't been paying attention. He turned to look at the bike. Myrnin was right. The front wheel was gone now, rolling away. Swirling purple light had replaced it, functioning much the same way the wheel had. Small tendrils of the mist came off, and with each disappearing strand a little more of the mist in the orb disappeared. "Oh," said Oliver dismissively. "That's what that was. A power source." "Makes sense," The Master mumbled, turning the sight and the mechanics behind it over and over in his head as he watched the man race up and down the aisle at an increasingly worrying speed. Yet, he had managed not to crash, though he looked just a bit green around the gills. "I've seen things like that before, but not on my planet, and not on Earth. They use upward and forward propulsion instead of, you know, tires."
As The Doctor hurled by again, he screamed, "I'm going to throw up!"
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Post by broken on May 7, 2017 21:56:38 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur Auransky(This is going to be short, sorry) Snake had stopped following them at this point, standing in the hallway and staring after them. It was only after he had heard the invite that he began following again. The thing that interested him was that they were going to look for Sable's Life, though he didn't care when they found it. While he wanted to go home, this place looked like it could be fun. The hybrid glanced around at his surroundings. "We'll also be coming. As for skills, I don't have much to offer. Keats is good at tracking, but that probably won't be of any use here, says Oscar."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2017 23:46:23 GMT -5
Auransky broken "I'm not looking for skills," said Sally, slightly amused. "I already know that each of you have skills you can contribute. In this place," she waved around. "I think anything you are good at will be useful. So don't worry." She turned back to walking, thinking about what they knew. Or, more importantly, what they didn't. "Why would this Sable person collect souls?" she wondered out loud. "Only to offer them a way back to life?" She looked back at Snake and Lelouch, "Even though finding Sable's Life is important, don't you think that that's a bit of a mystery? Why would you go to whatever trouble it was to keep us all here only to watch us run around and try and get out?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 8, 2017 0:13:16 GMT -5
@bolderpelt (I'll try not to. XD ) "You first," Oliver grumbled back, crossing his arms. He seemed content just to watch the bike go back and forth in front of them. "I only have to make sure that the vampires don't kill each other or to many humans. My job says nothing about having to stop Time Lords from crashing into walls because they want to try out anything that moves." Myrnin seemed the only slightly distressed one, almost hopping around in place. "Hum, I don't mean to interrupt or anything, but one of the wheels just fell off. Should that happen?" "Huh?" asked Oliver, who hadn't been paying attention. He turned to look at the bike. Myrnin was right. The front wheel was gone now, rolling away. Swirling purple light had replaced it, functioning much the same way the wheel had. Small tendrils of the mist came off, and with each disappearing strand a little more of the mist in the orb disappeared. "Oh," said Oliver dismissively. "That's what that was. A power source." "Makes sense," The Master mumbled, turning the sight and the mechanics behind it over and over in his head as he watched the man race up and down the aisle at an increasingly worrying speed. Yet, he had managed not to crash, though he looked just a bit green around the gills. "I've seen things like that before, but not on my planet, and not on Earth. They use upward and forward propulsion instead of, you know, tires."
As The Doctor hurled by again, he screamed, "I'm going to throw up!"
"What?" The Master responded, cupping one hand to his ear, "couldn't quite make that out!" "No, I don't know," said Oliver. "And I could care less." He eyed The Doctor with interest, clearly having no intention of helping him since he wasn't even in a life-or-death situation yet. He leaned a little closer to The Master and said, "I think the back tire will come off in the next couple of seconds. Then it really should start going fast. What do you want to bet that it crashes within the next five seconds?" Myrnin looked between them and wasn't sure whether he should be glad they weren't fighting or whether he should be annoyed that they seem so laid back. Possibly the last one. He looked around, sighing. Those two would be no help, but he also wasn't going to jump out in front of a moving motorcycle, fast healing abilities or not. He reached up into one of the piles and took out a length of rope. Well, that might work. He tapped The Master on the shoulder. "Uh, could you hold this?" he asked, holding out one end of the rope. |
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 5:47:50 GMT -5
"Oh, I'd give him at least thirty," The Master replied, looking over at Myrnin as he headed over with the length of rope, "yes, I can." He took the end of the rope, giving it a tug and asking, one pale eyebrow raised, "Why?" If he was thinking of stretching the rope in front of the bike, well, The Master wasn't too sure that that would work, with there being no wheels, but it couldn't hurt. He doubted that they could get Oliver to play Time Lord catch though. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 8, 2017 13:42:15 GMT -5
"Oh, I'd give him at least thirty," The Master replied, looking over at Myrnin as he headed over with the length of rope, "yes, I can." He took the end of the rope, giving it a tug and asking, one pale eyebrow raised, "Why?" If he was thinking of stretching the rope in front of the bike, well, The Master wasn't too sure that that would work, with there being no wheels, but it couldn't hurt. He doubted that they could get Oliver to play Time Lord catch though. "I would give him ten. Max," said Oliver. The Master was right, he wasn't getting into this. Plus, it would be amusing to see what Myrnin had planned. If he was planning on running the rope out in front of the bike at this speed... Well, two things would happen if another vampire wasn't holding the end of the rope. Not unless Time Lords had beyond human strength, and even then... Well, whiplash was the best case. The more likely one was that the bike would just crash, with unknown outcomes after that, ranging from injury to starting a fire if anything on that bike could carry a spark. Then there was the fact that The Master was holding the other end of the rope. He might just go flying at any remaining momentum in the bike on its impact with the rope. Myrnin didn't seem the type not to see that. Oliver turned to look at him, his own eyebrow raised. "Just hold the rope, please," said Myrnin. But instead of stretching the rope in front of the bike, he turned and started to scramble up the nearest stack of random junk. He unwound the rope as he went, making sure it didn't get tangled in anything as he went. As Oliver watched, he slowly got the idea of what Myrnin was going to do. "Ah," he said. "Well, it is less dangerous. Crazy, completely and utterly crazy, but less dangerous." He looked over at The Master. "You figured it out yet? He's going to have you try and find something sturdy to hold that rope down soon." Sure enough, a second later Myrnin called out, "If Oliver wont help, find something that wont move easily. Fix the rope to it, please." |
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 8, 2017 14:27:38 GMT -5
━ [[ out of role-play -- hello! i'm online now and will reply soon!
should i tag both people with the newt and buck in my reply? ______________________________________________ .x. all the way .x. keep on a-dancin' .x. all the way .x. keep on flyin' .x. ______________________________________________ |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 8, 2017 14:33:18 GMT -5
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 8, 2017 14:43:18 GMT -5
@bolderpelt + mintedstar/fur
The topic of conversation confused Genji a bit, not really sure what they were talking about. Summoning something? Magic didn't exist... not in his world, not directly like that. Not aware that this place was with people from other dimensions and worlds, he was skeptical of how sane the British one was. He knew he was British due to the accent, reminding him of one of his team-mates, Tracer. The other one ... he wasn't so sure about. He stayed silent and watched them, continuing to follow them and pausing just far behind enough to avoid detection. That was his thing, after all. He was a ninja and he grew up, trained to be an assassin. He didn't exactly choose that route in life, which ended with him nearly dying, but even so. Now he was a cool green ninja cyborg dude. Who would be upset about that?
Still, he wanted to watch these two and understand them a bit more before he introduced himself or showed himself. He was a cautious man and he wanted to get back to his world alive. Whatever happened to you after you died and then died again, he didn't want to find out first-hand. Genji, at one point, just stayed still and watched them. Always moving once they were far enough away or out of his sight, but otherwise keeping his distance. This sort of almost reminded him of playing hide and seek with others. Of course, Hanzo always found him, but he was... definitely something else.
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Post by tinybreeze on May 8, 2017 15:06:46 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." Quote nodded in agreement. That seemed like the best option. Noé's comment was interesting, though. If they had no pulse, were they actually dead? That wouldn't make much sense. Quote had seen his body's wires spark after being severed by shrapnel. Thus, if his inner mechanisms were functional, then the others' hearts should be beating. There was also the possibility of their spirits functioning like their bodies, but he was getting off topic. Sable's Life was the thing they needed to focus on. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 8, 2017 15:16:02 GMT -5
ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя @bolderpelt Newt, completely unaware that Buck had seemed to sense Genji's presence, continued to talk. "Pity. But thank you, I could use the help. I'm looking for that case I mentioned. It has a few important...friends of mine inside it." He looked embarrassed. That probably sounded very odd. "And I really have to find them. I know it sounds odd." A solitary paper crane was lightly resting on top of a nearby junk pile. Sable clearly wanted to keep an eye on his new guest. The spidery hand writing slowly trailed along the paper and the bird seemed to be watching both Genji and Newt and Buck at the same time even though its paper head didn't move. "To bad magic can't do everything," Newt muttered under his breath as he looked down at his wand. He was still clearly flustered from the fall he had had and wanted to find his suitcase as fast a possible.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 19:56:46 GMT -5
"Oh," The Master sighed flatly, "oh." He sighed again, louder, but fumbled around with some objects before he found a bust of what appeared to be an uglier Liam Neeson. Deciding the neck might not be sturdy enough, he tied the rope around the statue's bottom, where it connected to the podium, and gave it a few deft tugs before calling up to Myrnin, "That's as sturdy as you're going to get, buddy!"
The Doctor was whizzing by at what seemed to be, but weren't, supersonic speeds. The Master almost felt bad for him, but then again he was a jerk, so he didn't feel as bad as he should've, arguably. He was just tired of it now, since it was losing its shock factor.
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"You have friends in your case?" Buck asked, repeating the sentence over again, eyes leaving Genji for a moment before darting back. His mouth felt like cotton as he opened it again, and tried, "Uh, hey, I think there's someone back there..." He grimaced, looking over Newt's shoulder again, almost having to stand on his toes to be able to see the shape back by the piles, hidden in the shadows. It wasn't even that he'd met anything bad here, other than Sable and some of the creepier things in this place, it was just that, well, this whole thing was kinda horror-movie-esque, and now there was a creepy dude hiding in the corner? Yeah, that freaky as all get out. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 8, 2017 20:28:11 GMT -5
"Oh," The Master sighed flatly, "oh." He sighed again, louder, but fumbled around with some objects before he found a bust of what appeared to be an uglier Liam Neeson. Deciding the neck might not be sturdy enough, he tied the rope around the statue's bottom, where it connected to the podium, and gave it a few deft tugs before calling up to Myrnin, "That's as sturdy as you're going to get, buddy!"
The Doctor was whizzing by at what seemed to be, but weren't, supersonic speeds. The Master almost felt bad for him, but then again he was a jerk, so he didn't feel as bad as he should've, arguably. He was just tired of it now, since it was losing its shock factor.
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"You have friends in your case?" Buck asked, repeating the sentence over again, eyes leaving Genji for a moment before darting back. His mouth felt like cotton as he opened it again, and tried, "Uh, hey, I think there's someone back there..." He grimaced, looking over Newt's shoulder again, almost having to stand on his toes to be able to see the shape back by the piles, hidden in the shadows. It wasn't even that he'd met anything bad here, other than Sable and some of the creepier things in this place, it was just that, well, this whole thing was kinda horror-movie-esque, and now there was a creepy dude hiding in the corner? Yeah, that freaky as all get out. Myrnin gave the rope a few sturdy tugs himself and said, "Seems fine." Oliver sighed and reached out to grab the rope, just as an extra precaution. Like the spider he was so often compared to, Myrnin scaled the remaining part of the pile and then jumped from the top of that one to one on the other side of the aisle. The rope now stretched between the aisle and Myrnin seemed to work a little on the other side before he reappeared. He easily walked along the top of the rope that was stretched taught like some sort of circus performer. Oliver held the rope, no sign of strain showing. He yawned. "Oh, just do what you wanted and stop showing off. This is getting very boring, so unless he crashes I want to move on." Myrnin ignored him and reached down from the top of the rope. With one hand, he grabbed the handle bars as the bike came back around. His arm absorbed most of the shock, even as the clear sound of breaking bones could be heard. Myrnin showed no sign of pain however and instead tried to minimize any more shock by using his unbroken arm to lift the front of the bike. Then with a swift jerk he broke the hand bars off, just to cut whatever connection that purple mist was running on and also making sure The Doctor could get off if he wanted to. "However," Oliver stated, not looking at what was happening. He didn't need to, the crunch was audible even to human ears. "Myrnin hasn't secured the other end of the rope on something strong enough to support that much weight." Myrnin picked himself up from the group, trying to straighten his broken arm. "Owwww. You owe me one, Mister Doctor. That hurt." "Now he complains," muttered Oliver as he let got of the other end of the rope. --- I'll wait for ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя . )) |
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 21:08:42 GMT -5
Now, The Doctor had fallen on back, the momentum sending him skidding a couple of feet down the aisle. He groaned softly, body convulsing as he made a sound like he was going to vomit.
"Oh god, please don't throw up!" The Master called, though he was seemingly not fazed by Myrnin straightening his own broken bones, "you're foul, Doctor!"
The Doctor made a noise like he was going to vomit again, before he flipped himself onto his hands and knees, making the noise again as he choked out loudly, "I hurt you?" He covered his mouth with one shaky fist, shaking his head softly as he finally, sat down on his rear, putting his head in his hands as he tried not to lose his lunch all over the floor he had been speeding up and down not moments ago. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 8, 2017 21:22:41 GMT -5
"You're alive aren't you?" asked Oliver. "Though that's a trick question considering our currently location."
Myrnin seemed to be having some trouble with finding the correct set of his arm, so didn't notice the sarcasm. "Yes, you did. Well, you bike did. Don't worry about it to much, I'll be fine."
Oliver raised an eyebrow at The Master and mouthed Who's worrying? at him.
Myrnin waved his hand a couple of times, his arm finally having healed. "Yeah, that better. It's going to be sore for a while, however."
"We don't need the play-by-play, Myrnin," said Oliver.
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