Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Oct 31, 2019 14:47:02 GMT -5
Okay- that would be awesome, thanks. ^w^ (Alright, any preferences on who I use?) Nope, cool with anyone |
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 31, 2019 17:42:16 GMT -5
Aizawa | Hallway | Rue
Aizawa ambled after her, hands in his pockets. She wanted a distraction. That much was obvious. "Have you been here long?" he asked, eyeing the hallway. He'd never really had a good chance to look at it between appearing in rooms and chasing down the frenzied manifestation who seemed obsessed with ripping a chunk of his hair out. With any luck he'd never see them again. Anyways, the hallway was interesting. If there was an end, he couldn't see it. Gazing down the rows and rows of doors, he wondered if they ever ended. It would be something to check out one day. Or ask Rue, if she had been here for awhile.
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Aizawa | Living Room | Po
Aizawa watched Po flatly. If the wide eyes and stumbling response were anything to go by, animals did not talk in his world. He also likely did not have mixes between humans and animals. With that being the case, Aizawa suddenly found Po's eyes to be very interesting. Normally two differently colored eyes would have been nothing notable, but Po did not have human colored eyes. Animals, maybe, but certainly not human. Was he human? Aizawa supposed something alien wasn't too far of a reach. Aizawa was staring intensely again, seeming lost in thought as he considered Po.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Oct 31, 2019 20:24:22 GMT -5
(After running it through a random choice generator since I couldn't decide between two of my chars... Looks like I'm doing a Time Warp.) "We drink from it, but-" Before the white haired woman could finish her reply, she blinked back home and was left wondering what had just happened. The blood bead she had she had dropped remained where it was. --- It was that time of year again, where the air throughout the skydoms began to grow colder and the nights ever longer. Today, however, was special. Skydwellers all over the realm had been preparing for this one singular night all month, each donning a carefully selected costume to wear while they wiled away the dusk hours trying to gather as many sweets as they could carry. Unfortunately, one certain individual hadn't quite caught on to what time of year it was yet... "There you are, Singularity! We have an emergency, but I want you to listen calmly. New fallen angels have appeared. Their form resembles skydwellers, but they have wings, and the town has been inundated with—" Before he could be reminded of the fact that it was simply Halloween, the festivity filled town that the crew had docked at for the time being was replaced with the much less cheerful atmosphere of the Living Room. Cutting himself off, Sandalphon let out a disgruntled sigh and let his gaze wonder around the room idly, impatience clearly visable on his face. Was this really the right moment for interruptions, even if the flow of time back home stopped while here? If the fallen angels were returning, then it required his attention more then this place did for the moment. The very lives of the villagers were at stake if they weren't stopped... After a few seconds, the archangel realized he wasn't alone as he caught sight of someone else standing a small distance away. Or what he assumed was a someone anyhow... Most of the other blinkers he'd met had easily looked like something that could be found back home, in his time, but this one most certainly didn't. They were almost alien in appearance, and he was having a hard time believing that it wasn't another Primal. As what other kind of being could look so strange? But it wasn't, as they gave off no Primal energy readings whatsoever. Forcing himself to subdue his annoyance for the time being, his features relaxed ever so slightly as he addressed the pink creature with a questioning tone, his head tilting to the side. "Drop something?" The Primarch asked, indicating towards the fancy glass ornament that sat on the floor close to the other's feet. "That looks a bit too valuable to simply leave sitting on the ground, does it not?" zeph! |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Nov 1, 2019 0:29:08 GMT -5
It had been quite awhile since Luna had woke up in the strange castle, long enough that she’d decided it must have been a dream. When she finally appeared again she was asleep on the couch in the living room. At least she was in her human form this time and probably wouldn’t startle anyone. Not that she looked normal - “sleeping on the couch”, in this case, meant sleeping on the back of the couch, not unlike a cat. Unfortunately there wasn’t really enough room for her to stay there and she slowly slid backwards until she fell off, waking with a startled yelp. Wide dark eyes darted around the room as she pushed herself up and brushed her snowy white hair from her face. “Wh...what?“ She stammered slowly. The place didn’t look familiar to her at all, and it certainly wasn’t where she’d fallen asleep. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 1, 2019 15:56:04 GMT -5
L didn’t move or answer Shade, but he didn’t pursue the issue either. He’d either answered whatever question he’d actually had, or decided to take a different approach. His gaze fixed on Vincent as the man spoke, and his dark eyes widened a bit at the words thrown at him. He didn’t seem at all fazed by the attack, and tilted his head, studying Vincent as thought the man were an especially interesting owl pellet he was about to dissect. “I’m a detective.” He answered softly, and a strange smile lit up his face. He looked...oddly happy about something, and he didn’t flinch as Vincent snapped at him. “What are you supposed to be again? You’re playing a dangerous game very carelessly, and I would advise you to be more careful what you say, if you don’t want people to start suspecting you.” It was all said in such an off-hand tone, he could have been talking about the weather. But his dark, intense eyes never left Vincent the whole time he was speaking, and he had been moving slowly forward, until he was invading the man’s personal space. He stretched his head forward, staring the other man in the eye. “Vincent. The chances that you are the murderer in this room have risen from 4% to greater than 86% since I blinked in. What do you think about that?” He didn’t look at anyone else. He seemed fully, intensely focused on Vincent now. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 1, 2019 16:01:54 GMT -5
Po | Living Room | Aizawa
As Aizawa's attention and interest in Po sharpened, the boy narrowed his eyes and looked away, almost visibly flinching as the static in his head seemed to grow louder and more piercing by the second. He'd never met someone who could shield their thoughts, but if he had to guess, he'd say that Aizawa was thinking a great deal about him right now, and that was why the sensation of being blocked off had grown more intense. At least, that was the only theory he currently had.
In any case, the man was incredibly unpleasant to be around at the moment, and the pain in his head was about to make Po lose his temper. Which, in a place like this would be incredibly stupid. So, to avoid doing anything he might regret, he stood up rather abruptly and ran a hand through his long hair, combing the stray bits from his braid back behind his ears.
"What's in that hallway back there?" he asked, rather more sharply than he'd intended.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 1, 2019 16:05:46 GMT -5
“Oh.” Rue wasn’t sure what else to say about that. She’d been right the first time, it seemed. This was something he didn’t really want to talk about in depth with someone he’d just met, and she couldn’t really blame him for that. After all, she hardly wanted to talk about herself all that much, either. As though the thought had summoned it, Kid continued, asking her about herself. She hesitated, because what could she say? What did she do? ”I do a lot of things. She said finally, and there was a definite shift in her tone. It had gotten lower and quieter, and some of the curiousity had leaked out of it. “I pick fruit in the orchards, and help with the harvest. I whistle to signal the end of the day. I...” She broke off, looking away. “I used to do that stuff, anyway. I’ll probably never do it again though.” She would probably never go home. She didn’t want to think about this anymore, but she knew she couldn’t stop Kid from asking questions, not now that she’d said all that. It was pretty clear that they'd both run into topics that they both really didn't want to talk about. Kid supposed that was partly his fault. He had let his curiosity get away from him. And he was curious. But he wanted to go gently with this. He didn't want to make an enemy of Rue. He wanted to be something else. He wouldn't mind being a friend ... Instead, he said, "I see. Well ..." And then he held out his hand, as if offering to lead her somewhere. "Never say never. What do you say? Want to go into a room and see if the House wants to favor us with an orchard room?" His smile was as kind as he could make it. He didn't know the situation - why Rue couldn't do what she clearly missed - but then again he had lost the ability to do something too. He'd only recently learned how to get it back. If he could give Rue a bit of her spirit back, then that was exactly what he wanted to do. Anyway .... this way she didn't have to feel cornered with his questions. Rue blinked and looked up, meeting his kind eyes with her dark, surprised ones. He wasn’t going to force her into anything, was he? That was...not what she’d expected from him, if she was being honest. She’’d thought once he found something she didn’t want to talk about, he’d be all over it She smiled shyly back and accepted his hand. Trusting him, which meant a lot more to her than it did for most kids her age. “Okay.” She agreed, and her smile deepened as she began to really believe he wasn’t going to bring up bad memories. On purpose. Because who knew what the House might do. But a room was a much better idea than sitting around here talking about things they’d really rather never think about again. |
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Nov 1, 2019 16:09:29 GMT -5
(This isn't very good, as I'm really tired- sorry!) Spinel frowned to herself, looking more bewildered than anything. She had no concept of the word, having never needed to do so herself. She couldn't even ask the other person, as, to her astonishment, they had disappeared mid-sentence. Ah well- she'd probably show it to Pink once she got back. Maybe she would know how to 'drink' it. Then, to her surprise, someone else appeared. The gem studied them, her eyes the size of dinner plates. They didn't look like a gem- at least, not one she'd seen before. Were they human then? Was the last person too? She felt caught off guard by these questions- she hadn't had these many in... Well, Spinel didn't really know how long. Her gaze slid to the ground as the person asked about the object still lying there. "Nope!" She said truthfully, before her eyebrows knitted together at the other comment. That was unfair. She couldn't pick it up, as she would have to move. That meant she would lose the game, and Pink would win, even though she had been doing good and not moving all this time. It seemed too outrageous and cruel to fathom. Nope. The thing on the ground'll have to wait. "I can't." She explained, looking somewhat stubborn now, her gaze having not left the ornament. HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 1, 2019 17:02:41 GMT -5
Vincent | m&m room | @/everyone but mostly ®Hawkpath® and mintedstar/fur (again) Vincent turned an absent look in Daud’s direction, smirking at his words. He sighed fondly, then widened his gaze with an innocent looking expression as L and Myrnin jumped on the offensive. “Hmm?” He said, staring in surprise as L continued. He didn’t say anything for a moment, shoulders loose as Myrnin spoke. By the time he glanced back at L the detective was rather close, looking at him with an eerie dark gaze. The man smiled for a moment, taking in the words, then abruptly lit up with a cackle. “What the hell does suspecting me got to do with any of this? Unless you’ve got evidence, where's the worth in your words?” He chuckled, then dipped his head, bending slightly to become eye level with the man in front of him. He stared for a moment, then chuckled, tilting his head. “How long is that bias of yours going to be in the way?” He asked with a sigh, sitting up again. He looked down, silent as he counted up to four on his fingers, then raised an eyebrow. His eyes moved towards Myrnin, giggling. “Are you looking to hear some half-assed opinion or something worth all this attention?” He tugged at his collar, mumbling the last words as if he were flustered by all the eyes on him. He laughed again, eyes bright. “Perhaps we should take a step back, and try using our brains to focus on what’s in front of us. Perhaps we can piece together what really happened, instead of just looking for things that align with what we want to have happened.” He looked down at L again, eyebrow raised slightly with a malicious grin.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 1, 2019 17:50:44 GMT -5
(I love how you tagged Hawktalon from the comic rather than Hawkpath. XD )
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 1, 2019 17:53:39 GMT -5
OH SHIT. IVE DONE THAT TWICE. Oh my god. ®Hawkpath® this was for you am crying I’m so sorry Hawk obviously I can’t process words properly.)) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 1, 2019 18:13:38 GMT -5
"How lovely," said Myrnin. "Still not an answer. Are you actually capable to addressing a question with a straight answer or is dodging it the only way you can continue to speak the truth?" This was on statement that he seemed most proud of, as if he had just figured something out. He did not back off like Vincent had said and instead took another step forward, pressing a hand to Vincent's chest, roughly where his heart was located. "Every time you open your mouth, it's after you've already thought of what to say. Down to the letter. You've worked it all out and nothing in it is ever false. But it is misleading. Getting you to tell a completely, straight forward truth would be impossible." Myrnin didn't seem to mind either way. "Now, if you would be so kind ... I think you misunderstand the nature of what the House has asked. It is not allowing us more time. There is a choice. Make it. Or there will be consequences." He was talking to Vincent. It might have been a personal threat - consequences from him in particular - or it might have meant something generally directed by the House. But he glanced at L as well. And then the rest in the room. "Just pick someone. This is over. We have run out of time. And I for one cannot see this charade going on for much longer." |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 1, 2019 19:07:44 GMT -5
Pfffff don’t worry Des! XD ))
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 1, 2019 19:20:02 GMT -5
“I believe I suspect you because of the evidence?” L sounded a bit frustrated now, and he tilted his head the other way, as if he could get a better angle of Vincent’s face that way. He was close enough that he probably could. “We’ve yet to hear you say a word to defend yourself, or help solve this murder. You don’t seem to care at all. In fact, you’re such an obvious suspect I almost want to say you’re trying to be one.” He didn’t blink. His eyes were like dark moons, wide and cold. “It’s actually annoying me. You’re either very stupid or you have a motive for being suspicious. And, since you’re clearly enjoying yourself, I would hazard a guess that you do this in your own world, too. I imagine people tend to hate you.” He went quiet as Myrnin spoke, but he still didn’t look away from Vincent. He was obviously listening intently to what the vampire was saying, and you could almost see the gears spinning in his brain, faster and faster. He wasn’t smiling anymore. “Pick someone?” He repeated, and he finally tore his gaze away from Vincent to stare at Myrnin. “Just pick someone? We can’t just decide someone’s guilty because they’re the most irritating person we’ve ever had the misfortune to meet. We don’t know what the House is going to do when we choose a culprit.” He stopped suddenly. Something lit up behind his eyes, and he turned to Vincent again, his pale face very sharp. “Did you kill Joey?” He asked flatly, then went still, his eyes locked in every muscle in the other man’s face. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 1, 2019 20:06:17 GMT -5
Touka | M&M Room | everyone but mostly Shadepelt15 | "Oh, for f(oops)'s sake." The rather startling bit of profanity came from Touka, cutting through the air from her position on the floor where she hadn't moved since Myrnin's resurrection. Now, though, she stood, glaring daggers at them all as she advanced on L and Vincent. "L, no offense, I'm sure you're very cool in your own world, and I'm sure everyone really appreciates your monologues, but at this rate we're going to be here for another twelve hours, and if I have to spend that long locked in here with you all there's going to be several more murders. So please shut the hell up." She rounded on Vincent. "Look, buddy, I'm perfectly happy feeding you to the wolves here. You wanna hint at being guilty? Fine. As far as I'm concerned, you're guilty. But the House plays games, and these two," here, she paused to wave a savage finger in L and Enj's direction, "are gonna want some semblance of real justice. So." This time, she rounded on all of them, scanning down the line for her target. She stopped on Shade. "You. Vote. Now."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 1, 2019 21:36:38 GMT -5
Vincent | M&M Room | ®Hawkpath® and mintedstar/furVincent chuckled to himself as L spoke, eyebrows slightly crooked as if he were upset or insulted, but his smirk made it obvious that such an emotion was feigned. He grinned as L mentioned his annoyance, eyes filled with a wild exhilaration. His facial expression had little change when his own world was brought up, neither confirming or denying the detective’s proposal. He glanced over as he heard Myrnin’s question, chuckling. “Have I begun to annoy you as well?” He asked with an amused sigh, cutting off slightly when the vampire’s hand planted onto his chest. “Ah,” he said, staring at Myrnin with wide, curious eyes as he carried on with his point. He grinned after a moment, his tongue sliding over his canine for a moment, eyes never leaving Myrnin’s face. His smile dropped for a moment when he mentioned the fact that they were out of time, eyes narrowed for a moment before another smile snaked onto his face. He gave an innocent look in L’s direction when he called him irritated, but looked back at Myrnin quickly after. “Are we running out of time or are you?” He hissed through his grin, tilting his head as he stared at the vampire. His eyes widened slightly as he heard L’s question, then narrowed as he broke into satisfied laughter. He pulled away from Myrnin, staring down at L with a smile. “Perhaps you should be more specific,” he drawled, sighing. “But...if you mean...did I snap that man’s neck over there? Then...” he leaned towards him, reaching up with his right hand and tapping the left side of the detectives cheek. “Perhaps you should re-evaluate which direction the evidence is pointing.” He sat up, looking over as Touka suddenly intervened. His smile fell for a while, only returning when she took a moment to trash on him. He turned his attention towards Shade, lifting an eyebrow in surprise as Touka called her out, then smiled.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 1, 2019 23:59:42 GMT -5
(It looks good to me! ^^) "Oh?" Sandalphon replied, raising a brow at the gem's reply in confusion. "For what reason? I don't see anything stopping you." At least nothing obvious anyway. The other blinker looked like she could move around just fine, and the red bauble wasn't displaying any reasons as to why it might be unable to be touched. Even so, there was a gentle hint of magic ebbing off the palm sized object, light magic to be specific, or some variation of it anyway. A first for this place. Deciding to satisfy the slight hint of curiosity budding in his chest, the archangel walked over to the thing, bending down to gingerly place his fingers around it's warm glass surface as his picked it up. Holding it up by its base, he began looking it over thoroughly, trying figure out what, if anything, he was dealing with here. Nothing really came of the examination, besides the interesting fact that the red substance coloring the ornament was actually liquid. If Sandalphon had to guess, he placed his wager on this being an extremely lavish healing item, imbued with light magic for added effect. Must have been dropped by another person brought here if it didn't belong to the pink creature... Since he would have no use for such things, he offered it towards the other blinker with an outstretched hand, figuring she might find use of it later. "How about now?" He asked, subtle traces of amusement creeping onto his face. "Might as well take it. At the very least, it will most likely fetch you a decent price once you return home." (Probably should have left this in my first post lol, since I haven't really described what these look like.) zeph! |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 2, 2019 1:37:38 GMT -5
It had been quite awhile since Luna had woke up in the strange castle, long enough that she’d decided it must have been a dream. When she finally appeared again she was asleep on the couch in the living room. At least she was in her human form this time and probably wouldn’t startle anyone. Not that she looked normal - “sleeping on the couch”, in this case, meant sleeping on the back of the couch, not unlike a cat. Unfortunately there wasn’t really enough room for her to stay there and she slowly slid backwards until she fell off, waking with a startled yelp. Wide dark eyes darted around the room as she pushed herself up and brushed her snowy white hair from her face. “Wh...what?“ She stammered slowly. The place didn’t look familiar to her at all, and it certainly wasn’t where she’d fallen asleep. Blinking in once again, this time holding an actual screwdriver (not a sonic one), The Doctor blinked at the surrounding room. "Ah," she said, not sounding very surprised but at least slightly curious. She knew Luna, but only in her dragon form, so didn't actually recognize the blinker when she noticed her. Pocketing the screwdriver, The Doctor waved excitedly. "Hello," she said brightly. "Who are ya?" She reached out a hand, to offer a way up, since it looked like the woman had fallen a bit. She assumed from the back of the couch, though that was just a theory due to where she was positioned. "You a newbie?" she inquired. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Nov 2, 2019 4:36:52 GMT -5
Luna blinked a couple of times as a blonde woman holding what looked like a human tool appeared in the room out of thin air.m “Hi,” she said quietly, squinting slightly and tilting her head to the side in a way that made her look a bit like a curious puppy. The woman looked so oddly familiar... had she been in that dream about the castle? Could things like that happen? Or... maybe they’d met before she lost her memory? No, that didn’t make sense, she wouldn’t have needed to ask who she was then... oh right, she hadn’t answered yet. “I’m Luna,” she replied finally as she reached up to take the other woman’s hand and get to her feet again. The dragonshifter glanced at the couch where she’d apparently appeared just a minute ago. Hadn’t she fallen off something in that dream too? Another weird coincidence... This place certainly wasn’t a castle though, it just looked like an old house. Not exactly a prediction of the future, though something about it did feel sort of familiar. “Um... Newbie?” She repeated suddenly. Again, it had taken a moment for her to realize she’d been asked a question, and even then she wasn’t sure if she understood it. The entire situation was very strange to her, and the sense of deja vu did very little to help her confusion. “Sorry, I just sort of... got here- I guess I am a newbie then?” Her gaze drifted around the odd little room. New to what? |
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Post by Protractor on Nov 2, 2019 8:14:57 GMT -5
(*casually remembers that this exists*
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 2, 2019 10:52:02 GMT -5
Sherlock listened, feeling his own heart beat relentlessly in his chest. He was trying. He was trying so hard to do something about it, but nothing worked. He tried to solve the puzzle in time, crack the case, catch the villain, but.... But maybe he wasn’t as smart as he pretended to be. No. This hurt. He knew that Kid was trying to help, and it only made him feel even more lost and alone, because he couldn’t. He didn’t need help. He was alone, all alone, him and the papers scattered haphazardly across his desk, the books piled high. So many answers to so many questions he hadn’t asked. “Don’t you think I’ve already asked myself that?” He snapped, turning away, his head in his hands. He didn’t need friends, he didn’t have help. He didn’t know how. ”The point of this room is to find out something about us, like every other room.” He went on, his tone low and rough. “The House doesn’t care. The House isn’t trying to help me with this. We’re just test subjects in an endless experiment, and I’m tired.” He turned suddenly and hit the glass. Hard. A humorless chuckle escaped him, and he stared at the figures, still moving, he’d forgotten which was which. “I’m not going to win this round.” He said flatly. “They’re all going to die. You think I need help? You think if I just learn my weakness everything will turn out all right? It won’t. If I can’t solve this, no one can.” It wounded stuck up, and maybe it was. But at least he was being completely honest now. As Sherlock's words got darker, Kid seemed to find more reason to put more strength back into his own muscles. "That might all be true," he said. "I know you've asked yourself that. I know you've probably asked yourself that a hundred times. But I haven't. If you want to believe that the House is against us - that we're lab rats - than I'm fine with that. It doesn't matter. There's always a test. And always a bigger test that none of us can solve or see. The House doesn't have to be helping you. I will. You can state you're alone all you like, Sherlock Holmes. But it wont work. Too late now. You're already my friend and I will be damned if I'm going to leave you to this. I don't need to give you the correct answers - I don't need to solve this. Glory to Sherlock; I don't care." He tapped his foot against the metal plating under his feet. He didn't even flinch when Sherlock hit the glass. He'd seen something like that coming. "I think you always need help, Sherlock," Kid pointed out. "From day one that I met you. If I'm remembering right, you blinked in flat on your back and then not long after we both proceeded to get thoroughly mentally beaten by the House in my first room. I think you have so many weaknesses that I'd hardly be able to find spaces between them. But you're brilliant. And I think that's your worst weakness out of the lot. It's the last thing your friend John needs." He started scrubbing at the glass again, as if this was some sort of answer as well. "You think you're going to solve this by some equation on the wall and vague red string connecting everything. You think that your brilliance should be getting you out of this. At the very least you think you've somehow had some failing because you can't come up with even the first clue." Kid breathed out. "You lost that ability, Sherlock. You're not going to find the girl. Not when you're like this. It will never happen. Not even a remote possibility, unless you believe in blind, dumb luck. And the more you push people away the more lost you'll get." Kid grinned with some furious energy at the glass, which was slowly giving up its smudges. "So be tired, Sherlock. You're allowed. But you do not get to dictate whether I help you or not. You do not get to reject my abilities. You do not get to pretend that I am not your friend or that you are all alone. You are not allowed. Those, believe it or not, are things the amazing Sherlock Holmes cannot control. So I am going to help you. You will solve the case. Not me, not the police, not John. You're going to. But you're going to have my help every second from now onward whether you like it or not." He lowered his arm, panting a bit. His suit - the black one he had for work - was coated in dirt. Even black couldn't hide that. The arm he'd been using to scrub throbbed, though whatever irritated nerves he had quickly healed. His breath caught, he said, no longer with as much power but still meaning every word, "If I have to try and find answers only with this limited information ... if I have to come up with any and every way possible to assist you with this ... I will. I'm more stubborn than you. Fight it however you like. I'll win." Sherlock opened his mouth to interrupt, but nothing came out. Of all the things he’d expected Kid to do when he found out what was happening.... He didn’t know what to say. For once in his life, Sherlock Holmes was at a loss for words. Because somehow, what Kid was saying was both complete nonsense and making perfect sense. He had always been alone, right? That’s what he did. He stayed alone and didn’t get involved in all the emotional trauma that surrounded him, and he stayed safely detached, an observer in the experiment. But he wasn’t. Not anymore. He was the experiment now, and the variable was a life he didn’t care to lose. And he did care, so much it was like a physical wound in his chest, oozing pain and blood. He did care, even though he’d tried so, so hard not to. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.” He said, and leaned his head against the glass. His bright blue eyes fluttered shut, as though he had a headache pounding in the back of his skull. “I have to be able to solve this. I have to. I must.” He couldn’t, though. He knew that. But maybe... Maybe Kid could. “Tell me what to do.” He said finally, and his voice sounded broken and helpless. He really didn’t know where to go from here, or how to save the girl who’d trusted him with her life without hesitation. He couldn’t save John’s daughter this time. He opened his eyes and stared at the shape that was Kid - his friend - the shape that kept getting clearer. Sherlock began to scrub the glass with sudden energy, as though getting it clean really would solve the equation. “Tell me what to do. I’ve looked everywhere, I’ve tried to track her down, I’ve solved every riddle I’ve been given. I don’t know what to do.” he swallowed. “Help me. Please.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 2, 2019 11:05:38 GMT -5
Rue | Hallway | Aizawa Rue glanced over her shoulder at the question, wondering how to respond. Had she been here long? That depended on how you defined “long” and who you were comparing her too. “Yeah.” She decided to reply, because it felt like she’d been coming since forever. Especially now, when everything back home had changed and here had stayed the same, this felt more like home than anywhere else did anymore. “A while. I’ve been in a lot of rooms too. They can be dangerous, but they can be really fun, too.” She stopped by a door. It looked exactly the same as all the others, but she had a good feeling about it. And wasn’t that all you really had to go on in the House? “How about this one? I don’t really think it makes a difference, but I have a good feeling about it.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 2, 2019 13:34:28 GMT -5
L | M&M Room | Everyone but mostly IceclawL glanced at Touka, his eyebrows raised as she called him out. “I’m...cool?” He whispered, his expression melting into one of utmost confusion for a moment before he turned back to Vincent, considering the other man with a much softer expression now. “I think you just want attention.” He decided out loud, and took a step back. “What a boring motivation for all this. Thank you for telling me everything I needed to know, however.” He turned and walked towards the body again, stopping once he was almost on top of it. “Yes.” He said simply. “Enjolras and I would like justice, if possible. However, this is the House, and whatever happened, the House is more than likely the actual culprit. Have we all forgotten that it can mess with our heads?” He turned, facing the crowd. “This room will not end until we vote. There is a culprit. However, we can’t assume that the culprit or culprits are to blame.” He glanced at Shade as Touka singled her out, and his eyes went round. Then he looked directly at Daud. “You’ve been quiet. Tell me why I shouldn’t vote for you.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 2, 2019 14:27:28 GMT -5
(*casually remembers that this exists* (Hello!  ) |
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Nov 2, 2019 14:51:45 GMT -5
Aizawa | Living Room | Po
Aizawa's expression remained neutral. Interesting. He knew the door led to a hallway rather than outside or to another room. "Doors," was all he said, remaining where he was. Po shouldn't have known it was a hallway. The only question was how he knew it was a hallway. Aizawa remained silent, however, not pointing out the mistake. It was in his interest to learn more about the manifestation without scaring him. Well, scaring him anymore than he already had.
Aizawa | Hallway | Rue
Aizawa made a quiet sound to acknowledge that he'd heard her. Some dangerous, some safe, presumably others in the middle. Of course that definition changed depending on who exactly was in the room with them. Bumper cars might have been safe, and yet he still nearly got ran over multiple times, nearly gotten his hair ripped out, and then he had gotten stabbed all in a fun little kid room. He rolled his eyes internally. At least this manifestation seemed normal enough.
Stopping to look at the door, and then her hopeful face, he felt himself soften fractionally. Damn. "Okay," he said, hoping that it was indeed safe. Stepping forward, he opened the door and walked in first, just in case it wasn't safe. The room revealed itself to be quite expansive, with walls and pillars of varying heights and sheerness scattered around covered in- "Ah," he said. "Rock climbing."
Daud | M&M Room | L, everyone
Amusement flickered briefly through Daud's gaze as Touka essentially shoved L out of the way and took control of the proceedings. He then rolled his eyes as L turned on him, taking the cigar out of his mouth. "Why should I care?" he asked flatly. "It's just a body. None of you knew him, I don't know why you all care so much. I told all of you. I'm an assassin. Murders I didn't commit get put on me all the time. One more makes no difference to me." He made a quiet scoffing sound as he placed the cigar back in his mouth. "Might as well take credit for it if it gets us out of here faster," he muttered.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Nov 2, 2019 15:41:09 GMT -5
Touka's aggressive movement to single her out made her take a step back, eyes widening slightly and her tail beginning to brush up. "Uh..." She looked over in Vincent, Myrnin and L's direction and watched them, her frown progressively deepening. "I don't think Vincent did it," she said, then looked over Daud, Enjolras, weird pink thing... and back to Touka. Whom she stepped up to match in her aggressive approach. "I will not be pushed into voting for innocent strangers," she stated, glaring down at the younger woman. "I would rather vote for myself than damn anybody else here. " Lashing her tail, she turned sharply away and looked to Enjolras. "You were about to say something and I would like to hear your input. What do you think about everything going on?" she asked him, expression still a bit tense but tone more mellow. |
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Nov 2, 2019 17:05:35 GMT -5
"I've been playing the standing still game. With Pink." Spinel explained, before pausing. "Well, I'm playing it. I think she's the judge or somethin'." Well, it was true. She was the one standing still, not her best friend. Still, admitting it was kind of disappointing. Next time, they'll hopefully do a game they can both play. She watched the other person take the thing off the floor and examine it, a slight pout on her face. It was hers now, right? It was unfair she couldn't hold it. If only Pink could come, and say the game was over. Then, the two gems could check it out together. As the person held it out to her, she took the time to examine it herself. To her alarm, it looked like a gem. Did someone poof them? Once seeing the liquid inside, however, she relaxed. It shouldn't be one, then. At least, she was pretty sure. "Nope!" Spinel repeated, before the expression on her face melted into confusion once more- how could she fetch a price for it? Deciding to ignore that part, she chose to shake her head, her little heart buns moving along with it. HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Nov 2, 2019 17:05:49 GMT -5
(Realizing I forgot to reply.. Oops.)
Spinel, in all honesty, had stopped listening at this point. She still had barely a shadow of what was going on, and the recording didn't help. (In her defense, she couldn't break a bone- she wasn't even sure she had any. The sounds meant nothing to her.) If she was to vote anyone, she didn't have a clue who- maybe if she didn't say anything, she wouldn't have to. So, she stayed still, smiling aimlessly, and thinking about what games Pink would want to play after the one they'd been playing the whole time.
(Short and late ;-;- sorry)
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