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Touka | M&M Room | mintedstar/fur |

Touka let herself be taken aside, and her expression sharpened as his tone, strained and anxious, easily came through in his words. She frowned, thinking, as he continued, and then nodded slowly along with his words. "I don't know if it's her, but I've been picking up the same stuff. She's off. Could just be nerves, though - everyone here is nervous except for Daud and Vincent."

She stopped, letting him speak, and her expression darkened as she glanced over at Vincent. "Myrnin..." Then she was quiet for a moment, eyes narrowed as she thought through his proposition. When she spoke, her voice was deadly quiet, and halting - uncertain. "I...I understand where you're coming from, and for the record, I think it's him, too. But have you thought this through all the way? I mean...whoever we pick. We don't know what the House will do to them. Can you live with that?"

Rue | Rock Climbing Room | Aizawa

“Really?” Rue said, a little too eagerly. It wasn’t like she was looking for a good distraction or anything. Nope, not that at all.
She did actually want to climb for its own sake, though. While it was true that she pretty much climbed only trees, rocks couldn’t be that different, right?
Tentatively, she put a foot on the first ledge and pulled herself up. Then she glanced back at Aizawa, beaming. “I climb all the time at home. Okay, not this stuff, but I can move through a forest without ever touching the ground.” She explained, and began to pull herself up higher.
It was harder than it looked. Her feet had to search for a good hold, and she quickly discovered that if you put your foot up too high, you got stuck.
Like how she was now stuck. “Um...” she said hesitantly, not quite daring to look down. “I think I did something wrong....”

Daud | M&M Room | L

Daud smirked somewhat triumphantly, as though he had just proven something. "All this talk about evidence and fair trials and you're going to accuse me solely because I've done something everyone in this room has done, as your friend so helpfully pointed out," he gestured toward Myrnin. "How does that make you any less corrupt than the guards who shoot civilians that annoy them?" He stepped back, eyes glinting. "Who's to say you could even solve the case when you're so blinded by loyalty that you would pick me over your friend who proudly proclaimed that he was a predator." His smirk became more prominent. "Nobody calls themself a predator unless they have the blood on their hands to back it up."

Shade | M&M Room | ~∂єѕтιиу  but everyone

For a moment, she looked back at Enjolras, smiling when she saw that he seemed to be on roughly the same page as her. Then, looking back to the man front of her, she grinned. The grin remained when he leaned in close to her, but it was cool, controlled, and smug. Recognizable as, say, one of his own earlier grins. Ha, nerd. "If I was f[oops]ing with you, you would know. I'm not good at it," she said bluntly. "And I'll answer honestly if you answer honestly, in... whatever weird way you manage such things," she said, the grin fading to a mildly judgmental stare. His next statement caused her to frown and she glanced around the room, pointing out; "Half of the people here are definitely not human. What makes you think they aren't listening? If you say something worth intruding on, I'm sure they will." Cold blue eyes fell on L and Daud momentarily, then Touka and Myrnin. On them her gaze narrowed and lingered, but then she narrowed in on Myrnin and it softened and she sighed, looking back at him. "You could scream it." 

Vincent | m&m room | Shadepelt15

Vincent smirked, narrowing his eyes slightly at her answer. “Hmm,” he agreed to her offer wordlessly, sitting up afterwards. His eyebrow quirked as she continued, decently amused as he considered her reasoning, scoffing at the realization. His expression grew, temporarily, serious again while he turned a forlorn eye to the others in the room. His gaze fixed on Touka and Myrnin, his usual smirk dancing back onto his lips as he fixed his gaze back on Shade, catching the stare she was also sending that direction. “And why would I do that?” He sighed in response. “Perhaps this will be more fun,” he smiled, fingers pressed to his lips. He looked over her shoulder for a moment, lost in thought, making himself smile more. “Unless...you’d like to change your vote.”

The Doctor | Living Room | --cato phoenix

"Ah," said the Time Lady brightly. She was used to confusion. People tended to spend a lot of time with that expression on their face when they were around her. But she didn't let it phase her. Instead she put the screwdriver back into a pocket and considered Luna for a second before saying. "This is the Paradox House. Think of it like another world - one that likes randomly snatchin' ya from yar home one. Ya'll go back eventually and no time will have past." She left it at that. She, speaking as someone only a bit past a newbie herself, would have liked to see how many questions Luna would ask. And she was hoping that Luna would ask questions.
"I'm The Doctor," she added. "I don't think I said." Maybe she had though. She had her mind on other things. And her memory still wasn't the most reliable thing. Maybe it was present memories that she could loose too? She didn't know. But she did add, "Still trying to figure this place out too."

Shade | M&M Room | ~∂єѕтιиу

"No, but it never hurts to get some solid confirmation," she stated evenly. As the conversation went on, her expression went almost flat and she stared at him, her own eyebrow slowly lifting up while her eyelids drooped and she looked utterly finished with his oddness. "I've no interest in voting for anyone else. What if something bad happens to them? I am not a good person, but I certainly don't want anyone here to consider me bad, which they surely would if I unknowingly damned them to some sort of hell. Or not, who knows." She shrugged. "But have you voted yet? I don't think I hard you if you did."

Vincent | M&M room | Shadepelt15

Vincent raised an eyebrow at her answer, either finding it comical or entirely disagreeing. His smile never wavered as she stared at him, acutely aware of the stories she’d just told him about her occupation but never once seeming to put any use of that information for the sake of his own safety. His eyes narrowed, smirking at her answer. “Ah.” He said slowly in response, looking over his shoulder briefly. He turned to face her query chuckling. “Is my vote not obvious yet?” He scoffed. “But besides, what’s the fun in it now?” He asked, grinning.

Archie | Rubber Duck Room | mintedstar/fur [/b]

Vincent | M&M room | @/little bitch Shadepelt15

Vincent smirked, raising his eyebrow as she spoke. He turned to watch Touka and Myrnin as she went on, eyes narrowing slowly as she did. He chuckled, turning to face her again, his smile dropping. He stared at her for a serious moment, examining her closely. “Hey.” He said curtly, then leaned close suddenly, hovering very near to her nose with his brows knitted. “Are you going to [oops] up my game?” He asked. His voice was cold and sharp, no trace of his usual smile remaining. He tilted his head slightly observing her face from an angle where he could watch if her eyes followed him.

Mallory snapped out of her daze when Shilo addressed her. Questions? What questions? she was curious, and there were many things that this place - 'The Paradox House' or wherever - made her wonder about. However, she hadn't planned to ask any questions. Was the younger child reading her mind?
"Where are you from?" she asked. She hadn't thought about what to say, and she hadn't meant to say that. The words just kind of fell out of her mouth.
Now to think of it, she really did want to know where the mysterious child had come from. She wanted to know about the others' origins, too. Turning to Neb and the blonde girl who just blinked in, she asked the same question. "Where are you from?"

Shade | M&M Room | ~∂єѕтιиу

Her eyes narrowed and she glanced away, obviously uneasy. Her eyebrows pulled together and when she looked back at him she huffed and flicked her tail. "You think me stupid," she stated gruffly. Shade stepped back towards him again, doing as Myrnin had done earlier and standing on her toes to get properly close to his face. "My good man, don't give into the house's temptation and lash out for shits and giggles." With that said, she slid back onto her heels and took a step back again. "If you don't like being proclaimed funny then I'm terribly sorry," she insisted, rather breathless now.

"Not that I've yet seen, but if I were to hazard a guess, that was most likely one of the so-called 'rooms' here." Sandalphon said, pointing towards the hallway door with a thumb. "Go through there, and you'll find an endless corridor of doors, of which all seem to lead to different places."

All of which so far had ended up being miserable in some way or another...

That part went unsaid, but only just...

'Spinel' succeeded in earning a raised brow from the Primarch when she inserted her newly acquired bauble into a strangely shaped compartment on her torso, but he said nothing. Whatever worked for her, he supposed. In response to her own introduction, he gave her a slight nod of proper greeting.

"You're unaware of the Primal Beasts?" Sandalphon gave the gem a quizzical look. Well, that pretty much confirmed that she definitely wasn't one herself, then. Hmm, how to answer that in a way that was easy to understand...

"To put it very simply, most of them were created long ago to be used in the War, although there were some who were made before as well. Each one had a specific purpose they were designed by their creators, the Astrals, to perform. However, since Astrals were defeated and the battle has been over for..." He paused, having to think about that one. He, still to his everlasting shame, hadn't exactly been around to witness any of those events first hand, like the other Primarchs had.

"Five hundred years, I believe, the Primals still around afterwards were essentially left to their own devices and sometimes end up causing trouble. For example, like the one residing over this area does, by sporadically pulling whomever or whatever it chooses here, the reason for which I am still trying to discern."

That long winded explanation barely even scratched the surface of what Primal Beasts actually were, but Sandalphon wasn't going to sit here and detail every single thing about them. They would be here all day at that rate. Plus, it was pointless to do so, when the one he would be explaining it to was not going to have any idea what he was talking about.

Anyways, that hadn't been an unreasonable ques-...

Then the next, completely irrelevant, one came and the second he heard it, Sandalphon stiffened as he felt a sense of dread blossom in his chest, realizing his mistake too late.

Ah hell, here it comes...

And so it did, new questions hitting him a mile a minute. He knew this was his own fault, but it was too late to back out now. He had to keep his word.

The archangel closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath, before starting at the first question. "Like any other potion I assume. From the top of the container." Quickly moving to the next, slightly less meaningless query, "No, I am not human, nor mortal. I'm a Primarch, or alternatively, an archangel. We were the first Primal Beasts, made well over two thousand years ago, far before the Astral War." Finally he addressed the last ones, "Earth? Are you referring to the Earth Realm? I don't believe so. As for your friend, I'm afraid I don't have an answer for you on that one."

Spinel's ramblings about Pink actually caught Sandalphon's interest for a second. Part of him chalked it off as childish nonsense, but... What if she did actually know someone who had been to the Earth Realm, at the bottom of the Sky? After all, the possibilities in this place seemed to very much border on limitless. It was something to keep in mind for later.

"Is that all you need to know?" He said, now that he had answered everything the other blinker asked. Although his outward appearance remained mostly poised, inside the Primarch was silently praying that it was, or at the very least, any more questions she had were less trivial then asking how to drink from something.

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