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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 10, 2016 17:58:30 GMT -5
Okay I have Ghoul and kobra, I can leave Ghoul with tiny and Kobra with broken if that works out
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Post by tinybreeze on Nov 10, 2016 18:02:43 GMT -5
(yeah that works)
Deemo stopped his search to look down at the newcomer. They were rather odd, but it wasn't like Deemo was one to talk. Well, time to use that method again... He took Odile's hand and began to trace some letters on the palm. PARADOX HOUSE. He tilted his head, waiting for the other person's reaction.
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Post by broken on Nov 10, 2016 18:03:06 GMT -5
(I asked if you wanted your characters to meet an outgoing or grumpy character of mine xD I'll just throw someone out there.)
Ciel blinked into the house still in his Halloween costume, which was a pirate. He sighed, adjusting his hat as he looked around, not seeing anyone he knew. Good. Maybe if no one saw him, they wouldn't bother him. The young teen slowly pulled a lolipops from his pocket, unwrapping it before popping it into his mouth, staring at the people.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 10, 2016 18:07:31 GMT -5
(alright f it)
All was quiet in the little 50's-esque diner out in seemingly the middle of nowhere again, the only sounds being of Jet Star's snoring and occasional shuffle of body bags. It was still nighttime out, time seemed to pass very slowly here compared to somewhere like the Paradox House even though it was on Earth.
Fun Ghoul sat up in bed, having been awoken by his friend's loud snores. Rubbing his eyes, he knew he was not going back to sleep anytime soon, and instead of focusing on the loudest noise he focused on the small breaths his friend next to him was taking. Party Poison slept so peacefully, you could not have noticed that he was probably high on painkillers and was also probably in pain (who knew?). Ghoul was about to cutely reach over and brush his fingers gently through his friend's violently red hair when he vanished without a sound, leaving Poison to grunt with the sudden lack of comforting body heat next to him but go back to sleep.
Ghoul appeared in the living room of the House, and immediately his face started flushing a bright red as he realized one, he was suddenly very cold and two, he was only wearing a thin yellow SupaStinga shirt and long black shorts as pajamas. He let out a surprised squeak as he realized, and hid his face in his hands as he sat on one of the couches in shame.
(drama bc i like messing with my charries)
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Post by tinybreeze on Nov 10, 2016 18:17:25 GMT -5
Deemo nodded in response. At least they got the gist of it. He heard someone make a sound nearby and looked up. A person in a... rather yellow outfit. Deemo instinctively put a hand to where his mouth would have been at Odile's comment, despite not being able to really laugh. Old habits died hard, he supposed.
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Post by broken on Nov 10, 2016 18:21:33 GMT -5
Ciel's attention was now on the person sitting on the couch and their...interesting outfit. He noticed everyone else also thought this was strange. Slowly, he took a few steps forward, taking the candy out of his mouth as he spoke. "Hello sir- ah wrong time to blink in, was it?" He asked with a smirk.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 10, 2016 18:27:09 GMT -5
Fun Ghoul blushed even harder. He didn't even know these people, and yet they had gotten to see a side of him that not even other Zonerunners had seen. A sleepy short nerd with messy bedhead and thin pajamas. "I was sleeping." Sort of. Dammit Jet Star... and he would've said thank you to the person who complimented his 'outfit', but he found himself he couldn't say much else.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 10, 2016 18:33:12 GMT -5
"Good thing I live on a desert huh?" Fun Ghoul whispered back, laying down on the sofa and shutting his eyes, just to make sure that he wasn't dreaming and he was really back here. Or, at least he thought something like that. He remembered a place from a couple nights ago like this, but he could be wrong. And to get some eye rest as well. He wished he was back home, to be honest. It was cold here, and he wished he would've put on some better clothes but... yeah.
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Post by broken on Nov 10, 2016 18:33:50 GMT -5
Ciel shook his head, slowly backing away from the man in his pajamas and heading over toward the other two. "Yes, I've been here before. We have now met, though," he muttered, sticking out a hand for the other blinker to 'write' on. "Write whatever you told him on me. Don't worry, I can understand this."
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Post by tinybreeze on Nov 10, 2016 18:39:46 GMT -5
Deemo nodded and began to trace the letters again. PARADOX HOUSE. As he finished, Deemo stepped back. Ciel probably knew the name of this place, judging by his overall reaction to Ghoul blinking in. He'd have to ask about that later. Deemo then pointed at Ciel, as if asking who he was.
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Post by broken on Nov 10, 2016 18:43:05 GMT -5
Ciel stared down at his hand, nodding slowly, then glanced over at Odlie. "He's just saying the name of this place; the Paradox House," he replied, then looked back at the mute, just barely seeing the point. "I am Ciel Phantomhive. Good to meet you."
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Post by tinybreeze on Nov 10, 2016 18:46:39 GMT -5
Deemo nodded, then traced the letters of his name in the air. This was easier; it didn't take much thought since the spelling was so familiar. Still, Ciel Phantomhive... sounded like a European name- British, if he had to guess. Perhaps a noble?
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 10, 2016 18:52:09 GMT -5
Fun Ghoul groaned and yawned widely, finding himself falling asleep to the sound of the voices of the others. Man, he wished Jet Star would just stop snoring for once, or at least breathing out of his f/cking nose for once, as he was pretty sure Kobra Kid was fed up with it as well. And that was saying quite a bit. He wrenched his tired eyes open and flicked a stray strand of ebony hair out of his eyes, wanting to say at least something but not finding the words to say. At least he got some sleep thanks to Kobra's intervening earlier in the night, or else he'd be passed out here and there was nothing he could do about it. "So, where you guys from?" His voice was slightly blurred as he tried to strike up conversation between them, and to keep him awake.
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Post by broken on Nov 10, 2016 18:53:15 GMT -5
"A paradox can be described as a puzzle of sorts," Ciel replied to Odlie, still staring at the other blinker on front of him. "Deemo. I suppose that is your name. Also, you must be new here-" He looked over at Ghoul as he asked a question. "I am from London, England. Have you ever heard of it?"
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Post by tinybreeze on Nov 10, 2016 18:57:17 GMT -5
Deemo nodded again. Yes, that was his name, or at least what the girl from back home had called him. Speaking of names, the Paradox House... a puzzling house... made sense, when he thought about it. Ghoul's question was rather puzzling as well for Deemo, at least. Even he wasn't sure what his home was. It was just a tree in a blank white world. A tree that grew through music. Before he could answer, he blinked out.
(gotta get dinner)
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 10, 2016 18:58:55 GMT -5
London. "Oh? London? Now, that's a name I haven't heard of in a long time. That's practically wasteland now." Thanks totally necessary Helium Wars. But this conversation seemed to be working, as Fun Ghoul awoke more with ever move of his mouth forming the syllables. "It's clear you aren't from my world," He looked this guy up and down. No, too fancy of clothing. Not practical for Zonerunner life, not allowed in Battery City. "That would have you ghosted in no time." His brain was still hazy from being awoken so suddenly, so he wasn't fully processing what he was saying.
He moved on to the two others. "Auberlix..?" That didn't ring a bell. Neither did Rivermond. "Rivermond... do you mean Richmond?" Virginia? The Killjoy was mildly confused. Where were these other places?
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Post by broken on Nov 10, 2016 19:06:43 GMT -5
London a wasteland? "Perhaps the Great Fire of London did leave parts of it a wasteland, but it had cleaned up surprisingly well," Ciel replied, then tried his best not to laugh at his next statement about his clothes. "I'll have you know, is rather dress like this than wear what ever it is you're wearing. The Queen would surely demote me if I were to wear that."
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 10, 2016 19:15:48 GMT -5
"Great Fires of London from what I've heard did leave a mess, but nope, it's completely gone thanks to the Helium Wars. From what little information we have across the pond in Old California." Fun Ghoul said, wondering what this dude was on about. He talked as if the fires had happened yesterday or something, when in reality it happened a while ago. At least according to Ghoul. "Not allowed in Battery City, not practical for the Zones. Don't want to be burning up in something like that." And there was no monarchy anymore. It was just the BLI, and whatever few they couldn't control in the desert, or the Zones.
He turned to the other. "No, I meant Richmond, Virginia. And sorry but I've never in my life heard of those places before. Are they even on Earth? He asked, a questioning eyebrow raised.
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Post by broken on Nov 10, 2016 19:23:18 GMT -5
He rarely got confused about most of the people here were talking about, but this was different. This guy knows what London is, but he thinks it's a wasteland? Ciel waved a hand to him dismissively. "Nonesense! London is doing great. My company has even stepped up to help the people who have lost a lot due to the fire." He then sighed, looking away from Ghoul. "And I have never heard of a Battery City before. Is it over in the States or something? And what are the Helium Wars? I haven't heard of that either...perhaps an easier question would be: what year are you from."
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 10, 2016 19:30:32 GMT -5
(ghoul: wut)
"Yes, it is in the States. California to be exact, or rather, what's left of it." Fun Ghoul said with an edge of annoyance, remembering the day that everything was 'wiped clean' in the States and replaced with miles and miles of endless desert. It was awful. "Never heard of the Helium Wars? I want to live in your world. It's what happens when the world finally destroys itself, and then the Fires of 2012 bleach everything and it causes chaos and destruction and deserts and- I hate it." His tone carried more of an edge to it than anything else he's said before here. Ah, the Fires... the worst moments of his life were then. "And last time I checked, it was around October of 2019. Why?"
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Post by broken on Nov 10, 2016 19:38:17 GMT -5
(xD this is always interesting.)
"Ah yes, I see," Ciel muttered, tilting his head to one side as he listened to what he had to say. Endless desert in the States? And just because of this so called Helium War. It all sounded like a story to him. Then, he paused as he heard the date. 2019? Oh, please don't tell me the fashion has become wearing...that. He chuckled softly, turning away. "Ah that explains a lot. See, it is currently 1887 in my world, so thank you for telling me the future of the country I live in. Though, I believe I'll be gone long before I see the transition to the wasteland."
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 10, 2016 19:49:08 GMT -5
("Oh, please don't tell me the fashion has become wearing...that." i'm dyin screeeeee)
"Welcome." Fun Ghoul said with a rather nervous laugh, running a hand through his messy black hair. "What's it like living in 1887?" He kenw the question was kind of stupid, as this dude probably didn't have anything to compare it to. Ghoul shook his head at himself, sitting up on the couch and yawning once more. His skin had slowly gotten used to the cold air, and as he stretched the ink within his arms stretched with it and glistened slightly in the faint light.
(i'll be back soon)
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Post by broken on Nov 10, 2016 19:58:48 GMT -5
( x3 well... Ok, I'll probably still be here since I don't have a life.)
Ciel frowned at the sudden question, not really sure what to say. He eventually turned around, taking a seat on the couch beside him. "Well, it isn't easy. It can be stressful, espacially since all the pressure is on me since my parents passed away. I am the head of the House, I am the watchdog of the Queen, and I own my own company. I have to keep all those things in check, since that is my job as an Earl," he replied, hoping that answer would suffice. "What's life like in 2019?" He asked, sliding off his costume's jacket, holding it out for him. "Oh and here. You must be cold, so you can borrow this if you'd like."
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