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Post by Shadepelt15 on Nov 2, 2019 22:18:46 GMT -5
Shade | Make-up Room | ~∂єѕтιиуShade laughed, her tail flicking around the base of the chair she was settled on. "Obviously a bad decision, who would ever think they could get away with that?" Slowly her feet actually began to sway forward and backward a bit, like a gleeful child about to receive some sort of prize. When really, she was just thoroughly enjoying the whole situation. "Some of the kids are alright," she pointed out, thinking quickly of Myrnin as a young boy, and of course of their current young company. "Right, Ms. Morrigan?" One eye peeked open to look at where the girl had last been sitting, but upon a quick glance around the room it was apparent she had blinked out. "Ah, nevermind then. She seemed fairly decent as well, though." She waited a bit until he presented his last question and snorted. "Oh please... Well, you needn't worry, I don't turn up here often enough to really talk to anybody," she assured him. Not that she wouldn't want to; it was, she hoped, well known that she really enjoyed meeting the blinkers in the house and seeing what everyone was like all around. But well when you only blink in from time to time yourself... made it difficult. Still, she treasured the occurrences, especially when she was blessed with the time to talk to her favorite pirate Captain.
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Post by dawn on Nov 2, 2019 22:32:14 GMT -5
Nightwisher | Living RoomMiss? Rae's brow furrowed and the red on her cheeks all but vanished in her moment of confusion over how Riley acted. She supposed it could just be habit from his home life. Before she could think to address it, Riley handed her the letters. Rae hesitated, her lips pursing as she bit at the inside.
Was she really ready to read them? She told herself she was, promised it to the last memory she had of Din. They were written for her after all. There was a time where she would have done anything to get even one word from him; no matter what he ended up as, she owed it to him that she see these final thoughts of his. With what felt like an achingly long pause, Rae finally reached to take the letters.
The first was simple enough, though her heart had already begun to ache just at the opening line. He had tried... Taking in a breath through her nose, Rae swapped to the second. Her eyes took in each word, her throat feeling tight as she swallowed hard. She guessed Din had stopped blinking shortly after she did. Maybe if he hadn't stopped someone else could have taken her place to help him. Rae shook her head to herself and continued.
As she neared the end of the third, Rae used one hand to brace against the couch, her knuckles practically turning white from how hard she dug her fingers in. If I could, I would have! she thought, her own words screaming as if they could reach through time and space. If she'd had access to that kind of power in her world, she would have done anything to use it to get to Din's. It hurt to read, but part of her couldn't really blame him for thinking such. Trapped across dimensions, she'd thought similarly, and some points.
Moving on, Rae took a second to step around the couch so that she could sit, taking the time to get her mind from racing as she took in everything. With another steadying breath, she opened the fourth carefully. And again, her heart stung as the contents unfolded. This is where it was starting. He didn't want to become that person, but Rae wondered...was there really nothing he could have done to stop it? Even if she was there, could she have even helped? The shortness of the next letter took her a bit by surprise, though nevertheless she took the time to digest it. She felt a little bad about not saying anything with Riley standing right there, but though her thoughts raced it seemed she had no words.
Three left. This one made her stomach sink as Din described the genocide he was heading. Her memories still held the sweet little boy in the House who never wanted anyone to ever hurt; it was so hard to picture these words as Din's. Rae clenched the papers tightly. She was almost to the end now. She wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or not. She'd spent so many tears already over Din, and with Riley right there it was like her consciousness held itself back. The Four Horsemen...she was familiar enough with that title, but were those really the gods Din had been praising? No wonder they'd led him down such a path, she thought. Why couldn't he have seen what they were doing to him, though. 'You would have made such a beautiful Queen.' Rae tore her gaze away, leaning back into the cushions of the couch as she draped a hand across her forehead. What would have happened if she had ended up there? Would she have been able to steer things in a different direction? She was almost convinced that no matter what if the gods had such a tight hold on Din then he'd be lost, whether she was his queen or not.
The final letter. Rae played with the corners while she still looked up at the ceiling. After this, it would be over. This was her closure, the last piece she'd been needing since her return to the House and of learning Din's fate. It was time to face it.
She squared her shoulders and opened the letter, hardening her gaze as she poured over each letter, taking in the paragraphs, trying desperately to understand the ravings of each description. This wasn't her Din anymore. As the earlier letters had feared, this imprint of his was very much a far cry of who she once knew. Guilt almost threatened to twist her stomach as she was accused by the end, but Rae pushed through. There was nothing she could have done, she finally solidified that in her mind. I'm sorry Din.
She felt sick, and it was like feeling heartbreak all over again, but it was over. No more wondering. This was who Din became, just as Riley said. Even reading Din's actions in his own words couldn't paint a different picture. After staring blankly at the page, Rae took the time to refold the letters before setting them aside. She let out a breath and leaned forward to place her face in her hands. She just needed a moment, one minute, to just have everything sink in and then let go. She didn't move, didn't speak for a little while. But she would be okay.
"Thank you."
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Nov 2, 2019 22:35:55 GMT -5
Shade | M&M Room | ~∂єѕтιиу Shade shrugged. "Not necessarily, just figured I should ask since you seem like you might have found something." At the prospect of her boxing she snorted, trying to contain laughter then chuckling rather darkly. Glancing over at the local corpse, she shrugged. "Slightly more intense, I guess you could say. I work off and on for the mafia, and occasionally hunt Gods," she told him simply.
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Post by Nightwisher on Nov 2, 2019 22:54:49 GMT -5
 The man stood silently, watching as the woman read through the letters. He said nothing as she showed the emotions rather freely, though the more he showed the more guilt he felt for finding the letters and bringing them to her. When they'd first met, Riley had hated Rae as much as he had hated King Vipatti. Though, that had been quickly fixed when Rae proved that she was nothing like the man she had loved. To watch her react to his change now, had he really done the right thing. "You're welcome," he responded gently. "I'm sorry." It was careful. His movements were just as careful as he finally walked around the couch to sit down next to her. "If you have any questions, I can answer them." It was the least he could do, right? Answer any questions, any worries that she may have about the world that the mad king had left behind.
_________________________________________ ~Riley~ Location: The Living Room (?)
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Post by Nightwisher on Nov 2, 2019 23:39:03 GMT -5
Of course those were the questions that she would ask. The man withdrew a bit, distancing himself from her though it was unclear if it was for his sake or her own. "Well, that's rather complicated. I'm not sure how much you know of my world. There is a strict hierarchy of the people. With the Royal Families at the top," he spoke with his hands, lifting his hand over his head to visually show his words. "The Cusana were members of the Royal Families. Children of Zakti, the God of Energy. Unlike most children of the gods, whose powers will often change -- as in very rarely will a child of the same god have the same powers as another child from that god -- all children of Zakti were given the same power. Energy Siphoning. They're able to take the power or life energy of other living beings and turn it into any type of magical ability that they want. There have been multiple rulers from Zakti, some were not very great, but others weren't bad. Just like with every child from every god. But, Goddess Vipatti convinced King Vipatti that Zakti were a cult and would dethrone and kill him for power. This was untrue, but despite that, a complete extinction of the Zakti Children was called into action. Luckily, they had a warning from a servant that lived in the palace and most of them got out alive. Though if they're still alive, we don't know." Riley looked down at his hands for only a moment as if he was thinking about what that meant.
A moment later he looked back up to continue his explanation. "The Harijan are the opposite of the Royal Families. They're the lowest of the hierarchy, Seen as dirty from birth, untouchable, evil. They live in the slums, outcasts. They're given the worst jobs, marked-," he hesitated, as if he was going to continue but just shook his head and sighed. "The Harijan, for hundreds upon hundreds of seasons were branded with the Avanati. About a hundred and fifty seasons before my birth, the branding had nearly stopped. The Harijan were still the lowest, but they were not treated as badly as before. Things were actually becoming more equal. That all changed with King Vipatti."
With a deep breath, Riley sat straight. He lifted his hand and pulled his jacket open a bit to reveal a scar. A symbol of a sun setting below a curved horizon. "I always found it ironic that the worst king would brand his people as the sin that would bring the Kingdom's downfall." A dark, mocking smile played at Riley's lips as he closed his jacket once more, carefully hiding the Avanati.
_________________________________________ ~Riley~ Location: The Living Room (?)
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"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Nov 3, 2019 0:17:04 GMT -5
Nightwisher | Living RoomIt had been a long time, but Rae did recall some things to do with a hierarchy, though not specifics. She appeared particularly interested as Riley explained the powers of the Cusana. Energy based. Mind going back to the letters of hatred for these people, Rae had a brief wonderment of what would have been different had her own powers manifested a little more opposite than how they were. She gave her head a small shake to continue paying attention.
"That's horrible," she mumbled. Though it had no real effect on her, Rae did hope, for Riley's world sake, that the Zakti Children were still out there somewhere. Her eyes went on to widen as he described how the Harijan were seen. As soon as Riley mentioned the marking, Rae knew what he'd say next thanks to what she read. How anyone could go back to such a vile 'tradition' was beyond her.
Rae had glanced down to her lap for a moment before Riley's movement grabbed her gaze again. As he pulled back his jacket enough to show the brand on his bare chest, her entire body clenched up, her jaw locking and her hands went into tight fists. Seeing it person was worse than imagining it through words. For someone to be so pointedly labeled as lower than life... She could almost taste bile in the back of her throat. Her body allowed her to move, and she pressed her hands together with a furrowed brow. "I'm sorry," she said softly. She didn't mean for this to lead to him showing her something so personal.
Rae readjusted herself on the couch, turning her body more towards Riley as she set careful, compassionate eyes on him. "Thank you for sharing that with me. And for explaining everything." She went quiet for another second before keeping her head up. "You've...done a lot for me, really, when you didn't even have to go out of your way. Especially for someone tied to the worst person for you. Thank you, Riley." It was slight, but Rae offered a smile to him.
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Post by strider on Nov 3, 2019 0:18:24 GMT -5
Noah | Pogo Stick Room | mintedstar/fur Noah couldn’t hide his grin. It was fun, he thought, watching the way Amico bounced along on the pogo stick, gaining more confidence with every hop. It was the sort of thing he hadn’t been old enough to appreciate when his sister was little. It was a bittersweet thought now, especially since he had forbidden himself from seeing her again. It was too painful, knowing that she didn’t even feel him there. He shook the thought off. He could talk to people here, which was more than he ever could have imagined. “Sure,” he replied, a smile spreading slowly across his face. He grabbed the other pogo stick and gave it a few test bounces. “Seems ready for racing to me. You’re on, Amico!” He frowned, looking into the distance. “Looks like our finish line is all set up already. Ready when you are!”
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Post by Nightwisher on Nov 3, 2019 0:32:52 GMT -5
"That was life," Riley corrected her, his tone harsh. Too many people had spared kind words with no action in his world, sympathy meant little to him now. He shook his head as if to apologize. Rae had nothing to do with this, it wasn't her fault. He was just tired of hearing how bad it was when he knew it first hand. "No, I'm sorry, that was...Thank you." He pressed his hands together, looking at how the lines from each mirrored each other as he refused to meet her gaze for a few seconds. It was her readjusting that brought his attention back to her.
He shook his head again. "Don't...don't do that," his voice was gentle. "This was selfish. I couldn't... I couldn't stand the idea of him having someone like you thinking he was on the right side." Riley ran a hand over his short hair, keeping his eyes on her for a moment. "Tell me more about your world, your life." A change of subject would be nice, he decided. A kind of playful smile tugged at his lips for a moment, but there was a kind of deep pain in his eyes as he spoke again. "You flinch away from me the same way people in my world do. Is it the same kind of thing, or did something happen?" Maybe it was a bit too personal to ask, but he was curious and sometimes bluntness was better than beating around the bush.
_________________________________________ ~Riley~ Location: The Living Room
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Nov 3, 2019 0:36:52 GMT -5
Will | Art Room | <Raintalon>Will was trying to understand, but Mei’s explanation didn’t make much sense to him. He supposed he could just chalk it up to Mei having certain powers in her world that just weren’t available in Will’s. Or if they were, he didn’t have access to him. He was finding out a lot about his world that he hadn’t known before, it wouldn’t shock him if whatever brand of powers Mei had originated in his world. It seemed difficult to tell if someone was from the same world as him – there were ways of figuring out, he supposed, but not without explicitly asking, and he didn’t want to broach that topic now. “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain it,” he replied, voice soft. It was alright with him if there were things he just didn’t understand. The room itself was a welcome distraction from the questions that were burning at the forefront of Will’s mind. He wanted to know more about Mei and her world, but now there was something to be done, and it wasn’t dangerous at all. A grin broke across his face as he scrambled towards the easel without even considering that there might be some sort of trap element to the room. It didn’t shock him at all that the House knew his name – he had said it aloud and the House must have known him well enough to choose him in the first place. Had it been even a blink or two before this, he may have been more suspicious. Skittish, even. Perhaps he was getting used to this place. The challenge of this room wasn’t as obscure as many of the other ones seemed to be. A drawing competition. And from the looks of it, Mei was as excited as Will was. He hesitated, gaze flickering between the dozens of art supplies on almost every available surface. After a moment he approached a giant box of crayons, stuffed with more colors than Will had ever seen in his life. He was about to open it to go through for the colors he needed, but there was an identical box sitting right next to it. There would be no issue with him taking the entire box to his easel. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like they were on a time constraint either. “You like to draw in your world?” He asked Mei, perching on the edge of his seat and beginning to sketch out what he wanted to draw. “I would hate if this room were just suited to my interests,” he added sheepishly.
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"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Nov 3, 2019 0:51:53 GMT -5
Nightwisher | Living Room"Sor--" Rae went to apologize on a reflex but stopped herself. Her eyebrows had knitted together again at his words, but rather than speak against him, she let out a sort of sigh as she looked to her hands.
Her life, huh? Her life felt rather boring as of recent, though maybe the different worlds thing would make it interesting. Before she could think up something about her world, Riley dropped the question that caused her to go pale in the face. "A-Ah...yeah." Her hands began to fiddle, her fingers tugging each other. As much as she'd love to avoid it, after all Riley had shared with her, she could at least allow him to know one of her more personal things.
She was heavily avoiding eye contact now, but she was taking the time to get her words right so she didn't stumble and slur. "It's not you, personally. Um, it's a thing with most everyone. I-I don't..." Rae broke off to swallow and allowed herself a steadying breath. "I don't like...when people come at me suddenly. And with hands--" She didn't finish that part. She closed her eyes as if that was easier, and very slowly she reached for her right arm, tightening her hand around it. Riley showed her his, she could do the same, she told herself. Still with her eyes shut, Rae rolled the sleeve back, revealing the healed, but very much noticeable, thin scar that stretched its way up her entire forearm. Her eyes peeked open, though they were kept downcast. "...a few years ago I was tortured."
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"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Nov 3, 2019 1:29:19 GMT -5
Nightwisher | Living RoomRae gave a small nod in appreciation. She didn't like to get into her how's and why's with other people, but it did feel nice to be understood. She wished she could just let people approach her normally though. Maybe one day. She blinked a couple times before allowing herself to lift her head back up, meeting Riley's gentle features and sort of feeling a wave of ease. One corner of her mouth twisted up into a brief smile. "That's fair," she agreed. Seeing his hands move, her eyes followed along, her breath almost hitching when he reached for her sleeve. Once he'd rolled it back down, she let out the breath, nodding again as her eyes flicked back to his face. "Thanks."
Rae's gaze had lingered on him for a moment longer before she leaned away, releasing another long, harder breath as she sunk into the cushions. That was enough heavy stuff for one day, she hoped. She felt tired, and she almost groaned at remembering she was rushing out the door before blinking. Oh well. "Alright--" she stretched her arms out in front of her, getting a crack out of her system-- "still want to know some things?" she asked. She could definitely some lighter questions and bring up brighter topics.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Nov 3, 2019 1:34:26 GMT -5
It had been quite awhile since Arlo had been in the Paradox House- nearly a year, long enough that she’d almost started to think she wouldn’t come back. Almost. The other blinkers had known her when she was older, which meant that she had to come back, unless the Arlo they’d known had been from some other dimension. She’d never asked how old she’d been when the others had met her so she had no idea how long of a gap to expect between blinks. Maybe she should have asked, but a part of her had been afraid to. The Arlo they’d known had died. Did she really want to know when that was going to happen? She’d never been able to decide, and then it had been too late to even try asking. That was why she had no idea what to feel when she found herself standing in that old living room. Her feelings for the place were as much a paradox as the House itself. For months when she’d been wandering the island, the House had been the only place she’d felt safe, the only place that she could trust people, the only thing in her life that stayed (more or less) the same, but it was also a reminder of her own mortality, something an eleven year old shouldn’t have needed to think about. When she’d started to realize that she’d stopped blinking, she’d been both sad and relieved. She’d missed the people there and the strange adventures they’d shared, but if she didn’t go back, if she’d really been wrong about being the Arlo they’d known, then maybe, just maybe, she’d been wrong about her future. Her cautious green gaze scanned the room, expression difficult to read. One thing she’d been right about, the House itself never really changed much. Unfortunately she doubted that it was the only thing she’d been right about. Arlo herself was a little bit taller but didn’t really look too different. She’d gotten a different set of clothes to go with her oversized coat, including a pair of gloves. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. |
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Post by Nightwisher on Nov 3, 2019 1:50:48 GMT -5
Riley withdrew a bit further back, resting himself against the part of the couch that connected the back with one of the arms. One of her bare feet was pulled up to rest underneath him while the other remained on the ground. He gave a not in answer to her question. "Anything you want to tell me, Like, your full name, favorite season, or what kind of power you have?" He the heavier topics out of the way, and more importantly, with Rae knowing a bit more of who he was and treating him like a person despite it, Riley was able to relax and actually show off the more charming parts of his personality. They were really friends now right? So, he could treat her closer to how he treated Maya.
_________________________________________ ~Riley~ Location: The Living Room
Interactions: Rae (dawn )
Mentions: N/A  Shilo's gaze turned on the room once more. There were quite a few people here, it seemed, though the child new only Neb. That was, until Arlo blinked in. She remembered the other girl from that one room, the one where they'd frozen instead of blinked...It had been that room, right? The nine year old pushed the thought away, deciding it wasn't really all that important. Much like herself, it seemed like the other child hadn't blinked in for some time. It was clear by the emotions that ran over the girl's features, not to mention the slight differences in height and what not.
With a small smile, Shilo lifted a hand for a small and awkward wave. There wasn't much to say, she had to be honest. "Hey, Arlo. How have you been?" It was a good greeting, friendly. Though it may not be noticed by the others around, or Arlo herself, Shilo was gauging herself. She had to make sure that her introductions, her greetings, her speech patterns -- everything -- match a kind and friendly demeanor while she tried to determine who was a threat and what kind of threat they posed. It didn't matter if they were friends, or would be friends, or whatever weird time and space crazy was going on. In one way or another, everyone was a threat and everyone needed to be seen as one. "Has it been a while for you too? How long?"
_________________________________________ ~Shilo Saga~ Location: The Living Room
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Post by Nightwisher on Nov 3, 2019 5:45:56 GMT -5
 Why the House decided this time, and this room, was completely unknown. Just like everything seemed to be completely unknown about the House. It did what it liked, and that was it -- no one would receive the answers they were looking for. And so, the nine year old appeared in the room after so much had already happened. Unlike the blinks before this one, her raven hair had been chopped into a pixie like cut. It hadn’t been her choice to cut it, but it wasn’t like she had much choice in anything anymore. The little girl was balancing on her hands, her feet straight in the air as she held herself, arms shaking and face red. How long she’d been like that? Well, about ten minutes, but that hadn’t quite been long enough yet. Her black t-shirt was tucked into her pants to avoid it slipping over her head and causing issues with breathing. However, and maybe most importantly, her boots were nowhere in sight. The weight of them were still too much for her to be able to hold this position for much longer than a minute and as such she was allowed to remove them for this particular exercise. Of course, that meant that Shilo was now in this strange room with bare feet. Whether that would be proved completely insignificant, or a reason for her to be carried around on someone’s back would be seen.
Her eyes snapped open when it became clear that her surroundings had changed and she lowered herself gracefully to her feet. A hard teal gaze flicked around the room as she tried to figure out what was going on. Some people she recognized, her gaze merely passing over them. Other’s she had no idea who they were, and as such, she allowed her eyes to trail over them as she registered the information their body language gave her. She didn’t like that she didn’t know so many of the people in this room. Maybe one day she wouldn’t have minded so much, now they were just threats. Tensing her features in a similar way that her father always did when he wanted information -- which in turn made the nine year old look older, more mature, and more threatening than any nine year old has business to look -- she turned to those in the room that she didn’t know. It was luck and not intuition or knowledge that made her face the beings who were apart of the room and not just blinkers she hadn’t been introduced to. “Who are you?” Shilo demanded with the authority of someone who had the right to know.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 3, 2019 7:33:52 GMT -5
Vince | M&M Room | Shadepelt15 Vincent gave her smile, looking out towards the others. At her response he turned a quizzical glance in her direction, staring for a moment before smirking. “Ah,” he answered simply, as if somehow her answer had made sense to him. He looked out towards Myrnin for a moment, thinking, then turned to her again. “Hey, what evidence points at me?” His eyes were wide, deeply curious and perhaps even distressed. It was impossible to tell what emotions were real with him, however, especially when the look quickly fell to a grin. “And do you know what evidence points to the killer?”
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Nov 3, 2019 9:09:20 GMT -5
(Same, lol. Only, your response is really good.) Spinel frowned uncertainly as the other person turned to leave. Being alone in the Garden was one thing, but being alone in a more unfamiliar place wasn't as great a concept. When he stopped and asked if she'd been here before, she nodded. "Yep. Once." She went silent, however, as he explained how she could move if she wanted to, how she could still win the game anyways. Her eyes were wide, as she pondered this for a second. Wouldn't it be cheating, though? What if he was lying? Why didn't she know this earlier? Only, when thinking about it, she had been in the same position when she got back. And the Garden didn't seem to change. It never really did change, but still... She found herself wanting to move. To actually do something that didn't involve being alone with her thoughts for years again... She noticed now that the person was dangling the bead over his shoulder. And immediately, she made up her mind. Spinel was surprised her arm even worked. And yet, as quickly as she tried, it stretched out in all its elasticity to a point in which she was able to try and grab the object. Her hand, however, was slightly off-kilter, so she only succeeded to whack it to the floor with a dull thump. Her arm retracted, and she sprung towards it, before grabbing it off the ground, and holding it over her head with a small, "Aha!" HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Post by zeph! on Nov 3, 2019 9:09:53 GMT -5
Spinel's attention worked just enough for her to clarify. "Nope- I've got a mind." She said this genuinely, the fact that it might be an insult not registering, before she realized what he said before that statement meant. She gasped, before saying, "Oooh, that's cool!" Then, she fell silent again as someone else voted.
(Very short, sorry)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 3, 2019 9:55:34 GMT -5
Mei | Art Room | strider |Mei stood still for a moment as he moved forward, watching him as he scrambled about, choosing his medium. It seemed he preferred color, like many of her classmates. She wasn't entirely surprised that he enjoyed art, but she was glad - this room would've been fun alone, too, but she would enjoy the chance to see what kind of art he liked to make. When she finally moved, she headed not for the crayons, but for the box of pencils she'd just spotted. She opened them up and brushed her fingers across the surface of the case, noting how many there were and how accurately they were labeled. There were even blending stumps in all kinds of sizes, and good erasers - not to mention a few different charcoal pencils to go along with the graphite ones. "Yes. I love it," she answered simply, taking her top picks from the pencil box and getting to work on her canvas. She wasn't looking at Will now, because her sketch was taking up most of her attention, but she seemed to still have an ear open for anything he might want to say.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 3, 2019 10:48:25 GMT -5
Shade | Make-up Room | ~∂єѕтιиу Shade laughed, her tail flicking around the base of the chair she was settled on. "Obviously a bad decision, who would ever think they could get away with that?" Slowly her feet actually began to sway forward and backward a bit, like a gleeful child about to receive some sort of prize. When really, she was just thoroughly enjoying the whole situation. "Some of the kids are alright," she pointed out, thinking quickly of Myrnin as a young boy, and of course of their current young company. "Right, Ms. Morrigan?" One eye peeked open to look at where the girl had last been sitting, but upon a quick glance around the room it was apparent she had blinked out. "Ah, nevermind then. She seemed fairly decent as well, though." She waited a bit until he presented his last question and snorted. "Oh please... Well, you needn't worry, I don't turn up here often enough to really talk to anybody," she assured him. Not that she wouldn't want to; it was, she hoped, well known that she really enjoyed meeting the blinkers in the house and seeing what everyone was like all around. But well when you only blink in from time to time yourself... made it difficult. Still, she treasured the occurrences, especially when she was blessed with the time to talk to her favorite pirate Captain. Hook grinned, shrugging a little. “He ought to learn how to make it a good one,” he muttered, spinning the brush around in his fingers again. “At the very least,” he added, chuckling. He lifted his eyebrows as he watched Shade rock back and forth, smiling to himself. At her comment he lifted a skeptical eyebrow, smirking. He turned slightly as Shade mentioned Morrigan, muttering a quiet; “Oh,” when he saw she was no longer present. He faced Shade again, grinning. “I was about to agree too, but no wonder she was being so tolerable.” He mostly seemed to be kidding, lifting an eyebrow at her expectantly with a smirk, as if the comment had been made deliberately to get ridiculed. He gave a light laugh in response to her next answer, running the brush over the pallet again as he answered. “It’s a damn shame too. People seem to like you a lot more than me, I’m sure they’d rather have you around. My world’s been busy though, as I’m sure you’ve been. Huh? Any recent mischief?” |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Nov 3, 2019 14:38:36 GMT -5
Shade | M&M Room | ~∂єѕтιиу[/b] While they were standing there talking, she grabbed both his hands and lifted them up to return his earlier examinations, subtly letting whatever scents might accompany his own wash over her. "Well, you do seem like quite the suspicious fellow," she mumbled, in response. "Thats hardly evidence, but still cause enough for most people." After she'd finished her brief investigation, she let go of his hands and looked back up at him, raising an eyebrow. "I do, but you seem very eager to elaborate further." |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Nov 3, 2019 14:54:14 GMT -5
Archie | Rubber Duck Room | mintedstar/fur
"Well, I suppose we start trying to get out. And no, I don't believe so. Otherwise it would seem rather pointless to have something that floats, don't you think?" he said thoughtfully, reaching up to pet his luxurious scarf. To anyone truly human it would appear normal, but to someone with heightened senses... It was purring. Very, very quietly. This seemed like quite the predicament, being in the middle of nowhere on a floating duck boat. Where were they supposed to go? He looked over the edge of the boat, more seriously considering Adrian's proposal of the possibility they had to swim down. "I might give it a shot though, just to make sure... But not yet," he said, standing back up.
The suspicion made him smirk slightly, then he followed up with a chuckle. "I would hope so. Although, as I said, the house may try to prevent me." He appeared thoughtful again, looking out over the back of the boat. There was something he might be able to do... Seemed the best solution. Yes, yes that could work. "Alright, you're captain of this vessel," he said brightly to the young blond fellow, smiling from ear to ear. "I'm going to get the boat going, tap me if you see any kind of shore, or a dock," he said.
Striding to the back of the boat, he knelt down and settled onto his knees, leaning over to test the water by blowing bubbles into it. Satisfied, he gave a nod then stood up again and hopped into the water behind the boat, bracing himself against the side of it and starting to swim, pushing it forward. Gradually the speed increased, faster and faster, until eventually they were blasting across the water.
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"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Nov 3, 2019 15:13:01 GMT -5
Nightwisher | Living Room"You want my phone number and address too?" Rae jested. "My favorite season is spring - summer is close too, but the spring weather is always nicer where I live." Then with a pause to think, she sat up straighter and put her hands together. A light glow began to radiate from her skin, and when her hands parted a ring of bluish energy was floating between them, pulsating gently. "I can manipulate energy, do different things with it." She smiled to herself, seeming to think of something before she closed her fist around the orb to dissipate it.
"Let's see..." She faced away from Riley and held a hand out, this time forming a small wall from her palm. She could have made it bigger, done something more extravagant, but Rae didn't want to overdo anything. With a wave, she crumbled the energy, it shattering like glass before being reabsorbed. "There's still a lot I have to practice with, but I'm always trying to learn." She grinned. Considering everything that'd happened over the years, she was pretty happy with the progress she'd made with her powers.
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Post by Sησω on Nov 3, 2019 15:35:29 GMT -5
Mallory found what the others were say to be interesting. "I guess I'm different, too," she spoke. People treated her like she was different, but she didn't necessarily dress differently. Based on what Neb had said about her outfit, she couldn't help but wonder - were Neb and Shilo truly what they looked to be? Was the younger child really a soldier, and was the purple-haired woman really a superhero? The preteen was pulled out of her thoughts as Shilo started speaking. Did I just hear what I thought I heard? she blinked in surprise when the other girl said the s-word. She hadn't expected someone so young to say such words. Just who are these people? Mallory thought to herself. Things were getting more mysterious by the minute. As the twelve-year-old wondered, she appeared to become lost in thought. She didn't notice Arlo's blink and she seemed to stare into the distance. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 3, 2019 16:49:44 GMT -5
Vincent | M&M room | Shadepelt15 Vincent raised his eyebrows as she grabbed his hands, hesitating a moment before he smiled. He didn’t move or pull away from her as she looked at both of them, proceeding with their conversation casually after her statement. “Hmm.” He said, looking off. His eyes landed on L for a moment, transitioning into a glare. “What evidence...?” he muttered, sounding cross. His pale gaze flicked back towards the woman as she dropped his hands and continued, his expression bright. “Are you [oops]in’ with me?” He asked suddenly, leaning closer to her, analyzing her face closely. “Did you do it? Honest.” He stared intensely for a moment, then sighed, sitting up. “But anyways, what’s the point in telling you what I think of no one else is paying attention?” He asked, sounding bored. “Man...” he sighed again, picking at the bandage on his throat, making a face.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 3, 2019 18:40:13 GMT -5
(Yours are good too! They're detailed enough to where I've had no problems coming up with replies for them. :3) Sandalphon's eyes widened as one of the pink being's arms came stretching towards him, the action catching him off guard. Of all the things he had expected her to do, like simply running up and taking it, inhumanly elongating her limbs certainly hadn't been one of them. Everytime he came here, it was always one farcicality after another, so in all honesty he knew he shouldn't have been surprised anymore. The Primarch spun back around, the incoming appendage just barely missing it's target and instead knocking the bead out of his grip as he hopped to the side. He remained where he was, watching the gem finally leave her spot and retrieve the ornament from where it had landed on the floor. Had that really been necessary? What if she had broken it? Sandalphon personally didn't care less about the bauble, but he had the feeling he wouldn't have heard the end of it, should it have ended up damaged. Eh, it mattered not in the end, he had accomplished what he set out to do regardless. Now that was solved, he let out a satisfied chuckle and started walking away again. This time, instead of making it look like he was going to head out the living room door and leave the gem behind, his destination was the nearest wall. "So, this is only your second visit?" He asked as he leaned back against it, crimson gaze resting on his fellow blinker as he tried to start a casual conversation. He had completely dropped the act he had been putting on before, showing he didn't actually plan on rudely leaving her alone. "I haven't been here much longer then that, myself." While he hadn't been serious with his earlier comment about the other blinker's composure, perhaps that actually was the case. If it indeed was only her second blink, she did seem to be handling it quite well. "Hmm. Might as well get introductions out of the way while things are calm around here." The Primarch mused, "My name is Sandalphon. Care to tell me yours? And if someone else here hasn't done so already, while my knowledge of both this place and the Primal controlling it is extremely limited at best, I can try to answer any questions you may have to the best of my ability." He was still convinced that a rouge Primal Beast was behind everything going on in the house, and that everyone and thing that was brought here was from different places and times in his own world, that fact had yet to change. zeph! |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 3, 2019 20:23:13 GMT -5
L stared back at Daud, not flinching away from him as he came close. “It means exactly what it sounds like.” He answered calmly. “I don’t know what will happen to the person we choose. Possibly nothing. Possibly they will die, permanently. Possibly anything in between. I do not know.” He went quiet for a moment. He seemed to be considering the scarred man in front of him, perhaps trying to tell how likely he was to be killed for his vote. “Why?” He asked at last. “Do you have something you’d like to confess? The House isn’t justice, but it is very good at getting the truth out of people, I’ve found.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 3, 2019 20:25:57 GMT -5
Really, he had no clue what to make of all the things that Shade and Vincent were going through. He noticed Vincent's eyes on him, but ignored the other man. Well, it looked like he was ignoring the man, though he was still paying attention to something out of the corner of his eyes. He slowly picked his way over to Touka's side again, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her in his direction. So, if, logically people weren't letting Touka and Myrnin talk or exchange - for a random example - notes, then some blinker might have heard the following: "Touka," he said softly. His voice was almost a low whine. "I'm worried it's Shade." He swallowed, as if admitting this was something that he could hardly breath with. He'd voted for Vincent ... but thought it was Shade. But his hand still gripped her wrist. He might have been worried it was Shade, but he said further, "She's ... her hearts beating faster." But so was everyone's, weren't they? "And she's acting a bit strangely." Even if he said this, he seemed to be leading up to something. "But ..." And here he leaned in, his voice a real whisper. "Vincent's been acting like Vincent. And I can't read him, Touka ... Not even a little. But he tastes immortal and I don't think he's easy to kill. And when we blinked in ... did you see that he never looked at Joey's neck. He looked at his hand." And now he glanced, just a little, at Vincent. "And he's acting oddly now too." There was a pause, as if he was thinking, but his expression had shifted to something deadly. "I think he might be trying to pin it on Shade." Another pause. "Can you please vote for him?" |
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