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Post by Shadepelt15 on Nov 4, 2019 19:42:23 GMT -5
Shade | M&M Room | mintedstar/fur and ~∂єѕтιиу ? helpShade's opened her mouth to respond, but instead stepped way back to avoid the vampire that swept between herself and her conversation partner. "Myrnin?" she gasped as he whirled away with the lanky blond, staring after them in utter surprise. Subtly her lips quivered, hinting that she very much wanted to smile in light of his shenanigans. But rather she just shook her head and sighed, looking a bit more relaxed. Still mildly flabbergasted, she knelt, then leaned, then dropped onto the floor on her back and sprawled out, breathing out a "Pphhfffffeewwww," until her lungs were completely empty, then breathed in deep again.
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Nov 4, 2019 20:40:35 GMT -5
Spinel turned to look into the corridor, eyes round. She would love to- honestly- open up all the doors and see what was inside. She probably wouldn't go in them, but it would be fun just to see. She turned back to Sandalphon, and at first tried to imagine what Primals looked like from his description. The word beasts immediately made her think of a monster or something, but then they began to sound like gems. Only, she hoped that the Diamonds wouldn't have the same fate as the Astrals- in fact, she wouldn't want a war in the first place. For one thing, it would mean she couldn't play with Pink anymore. As Sandalphon went on, she listened, bouncing on her heels. She was, admittedly, a bit disappointed, both when she learned that this probably wasn't Earth, and that she couldn't bring Pink here. For one thing, she'd only really seen Homeworld and the Garden- that was one reason why she was so excited to go to Earth, she supposed. It was new, and big, and fun. Then again, this place seemed so too- that's why she wanted to bring Pink here. Oooh, maybe it could've been her second colony. If only. Spinel finally stopped bouncing, pursing her lips slightly. She still had a bunch of questions, but her attention span was waning- she wanted to do something, actually move and run around and stuff before she had to go back to the Garden. "Yup!" She decided, only to realize that she still had to ask one important question. "Can we go in there, or play a game, or somethin'?" She asked. HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Nov 4, 2019 20:50:46 GMT -5
Enjolras's gaze swept over the assembled party before he dropped his eyes to the corpse that they had discovered.
"Any "justice" we attempt to serve does nothing to help him." Enjolras mused aloud to the group, though he didn't seem to be addressing anyone in particular as everyone came to terms with their own choices- to condemn another, to truly choose the murderer, to abstain, to condemn themselves... the responses were as varied as the blinkers. Said Frenchman narrowed his eyes at Myrnin's comment, but made no comment of his own. Instead, he looked up at the array of empty seats created for the room, and seemed to find an addressee (consider this the "stares into the camera like the office" moment). "House, just end this already."
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Nov 4, 2019 22:46:48 GMT -5
Nebula Star | Sησω Nightwisher --cato phoenix | Living Room"I can tell," Neb said with a smile. It was hard to believe how the last time she'd seen Shilo the girl was so much tinier. She was growing up, and Neb had to wonder if the House would pull Shilo all the way through her life. It still begged the question: was she going to turn into the Shilo she knew from back then?
Neb came out of her thoughts with an amused snort when Shilo attempted to change her language, though her laugh fell short at the way the child appeared to brace herself. She chose not to bring it up, however, having already had a good enough idea behind the reaction, and refocused her gaze on Mallory. "Different's good," she commented in response. "You'll see that with most everyone who comes here." There was a light fondness in her tone. Shilo brought her attention to Arlo, causing Neb to blink in surprise. She hadn't really gotten to chat much with this younger Arlo her first blink back, and somehow seeing that she was still so young was harder to come to terms with than it had been with Shilo.
But still, the heroine offered a greeting and a wave to the girl, only for her eyes to dart back to the youngest. "Shilo." It was a warning on manners, but Neb's tone wasn't forceful or anything of the sort. In fact it felt weird to be trying to correct her at all. "Titan City, Massachusetts," Neb answered when the question came to her, "but it probably only exists in my Earth." She highly doubted they'd come from the same world, and given her own experience of her current and past homes, it was a good bet her city belonged only in her universe. "How about you?"
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Nov 4, 2019 23:32:25 GMT -5
Rae | Nightwisher | Living RoomRae had been too caught up in concentrating to notice any of Riley's movements during her demonstration. She had turned back to him now, nodding and thinking how to answer the seasons questions. "So spring is right after the coldest time of the year, when it snows is a lot of places. So it's when the weather starts to warm up, but it's not too hot and all the plants begin to bloom again. It gets really pretty, but I'm in the city most of the time so it's harder to be out in nature."
She paused a bit when it came to summer. It was fine on its own and she'd always enjoyed it enough, but it held a different meaning to her now, one that she wouldn't be able to describe in the right way. "Well, summer is typically the hottest so it makes it the perfect time to go swimming and do fun things. And where I'm from it's when we get a long break from school stuff so it's like an extra bonus." She laughed a little, and again thought to her morning before her blink with a grimace. Yeah, school stuff. She couldn't actually wait for summer now after talking about it.
"No other humans have powers," she explained, taking a moment then to purse her lips as she figured out how to talk about the rest. "There are these other beings who are in my world, and stuff like this is normal for them. Their abilities even way outmatch mine. Err, it was actually a total accident that I got powers in the first place." Rae rubbed at the back of her neck, eyes shifting to the side.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 5, 2019 0:21:00 GMT -5
Vince | m&m room ? | mintedstar/furVincent seemed to be mumbling to himself at this point, absently tossing together ideas and theories in the form of comments that would be utterly nonsensical without his insight. He seemed to be enjoying himself at the least. By comparison, the skeptical eye he was keeping on Shade allowed it to be perfectly noticeable when he became gravely confused at the sound of Myrnin’s interjection, followed quickly by the loss in ownership of his own hands. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he was torn from his current partner, dragged away from her entirely in just a few baffling seconds. And then...Myrnin was standing in front of him. Looking far too pleased with himself. A smirk tugged on his lips as the vampire draped himself over him, muttering his idea before it was quickly retracted. An eyebrow lifted simply at the rhyme, a grin pulling onto his lips, his eyes locked on the vampire’s. He remained entirely silent in order to allow Myrnin to continue in whatever time he desired; taking the seconds of hesitation to look at the vampire’s face up and down as he processed his situation. He lifted his eyebrows slightly when he began again, eyes brightening at his offer. He smirked and tossed Enjolras a sideways glance, surely hoping to see something similar to what he was met with. He focused once more and his eyes dropped back onto Myrnin, narrowing carefully. “Dancing?” He cooed. He parted his lips slightly, tilting his head as he leaned closer, eyes low he drew in a quiet chuckle. He was resting in a position which was almost painfully close, but he was hesitant, distracted by his weak giggling. “Would that be a punishment or an excuse?” He muttered through his grin. His constrained hands were still held elevated in Myrnin’s grasp, so he never once moved to to restrain the vampire. Instead, he smirked and tilted his head slightly further, moving to kiss him if the impossibly fast creature would allow it, his grin never truly fading. ((welp. I’m exhausted and this poorly written sack o horse shit just drained my entire life force. Congrats. NDNSJSJ))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 5, 2019 1:19:55 GMT -5
Myrnin | M & M & R.I.P. Joey Room | ~∂єѕтιиу (How can you express any of this madness without thought tags, I ask you? DX Literally half of this post is missing.) Myrnin almost looked pained directly before Vincent said a thing about questioning the statement about a dance. He half ways parted his mouth, as if he was going to say something. Myrnin didn't look in the direction of Enjolras. His expression was lax, the words he might have been considering dying on his lips as Vincent bent toward him. Then he chuckled himself. "Excuse? You wish." His eyes were sharp. He didn't seem capable of flirting, so either he got lucky or he was being completely serious without knowing how the words could be read. The fact that Vincent neither voted or took the ... threat? ... offer? of a dance, but instead seemed to find a third option ... it didn't actually seemed to surprise Myrnin. Or maybe it did, if someone was paying attention to his eyes. There was just a slightly widening of the pupils, a slight shift of color to something darker and then just as suddenly something lighter than their original green. Myrnin's eyes were as easy as always to read. The words ' Oh. Oh, so that's how it's going to go' were green neon lights in his face. There wasn't even any need for anyone watching (for example: Enjolras) to assume that Myrnin didn't move away because he was surprised. Because that wasn't what happened at all. Instead, Myrnin seemed to unfreeze out of his slightly stunned state and mimic the same movement, a similar light in his eyes to Vincent's. And then Myrnin's lips met Vincent's. A touch of a manic grin, something which seemed to equate to Vincent's own smile, not leaving his face. Did he want this? Did he have something going on in his head? It was impossible to tell. But he didn't seem intent on backing down before Vincent did. He didn't seem surprised by his own actions either, just leaning into it as if that was going to make the situation any more appropriate for their current setting. Vincent would be the only one who could actually tell that Myrnin's heart had suddenly started beating - though it would have been at a normal pace for a human ... though that wasn't to say that the same rules applied for a vampire. |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 5, 2019 14:06:46 GMT -5
(Should we have them enter a room? If so, any ideas you might have?) Thank the skies... Sandalphon gave a silent exhale of relief. In all honesty, that hadn't been so bad. He'd expected Spinel to launch another barrage of questions at him, the next lineup to include things like 'What flavor is this red stuff?', 'Do you think it will taste good?' or 'Does it come in different colors?'. That lull was short lived, because a few seconds later, "Wh-...what? Play a game?" The suggestion left the Primarch mortified upon reaching his ears, his expression morphing into one of pure dismay, as if he had just been asked to do something completely outrageous. He had a feeling she wasn't going to request anything mature, like chess or the like. Especially if the little 'standing still game' she had been playing before was anything to go by... "D-do I really come across as the type of person to propose such things to? Not only that, it would hardly be befitting for the Supreme Primarch to participate in such nonsense!" Despite the fact he was trying to be serious, his reaction came across as anything but so, and more than likely would have earned a few laughs from the crew back on the airship. Sandalphon cast his gaze away towards the hallway door with an awkward clear of his throat, moving to try and steer the conversation in a different direction. "Anyways, this realm is the last place you should be playing around in. We are both in unknown territory, which has proven itself to me firsthand on numerous occasions to be extremely dangerous. But..." If it were to keep him from being forced to engage in children's tomfoolery... "If you wish, then yes. We can head out into the hallway so you can have a look. However...!" The archangel's crimson eyes locked squarely back on Spinel, as he raised an admonitory index finger to help get his point across. "You must promise me that you will not blindly enter any of the doors. They are not to be taken lightly. Understand? This isn't some game of pretend. There are things here which are very capable of causing one harm. The last thing either of us needs is for you to get yourself injured, or killed." The delivery of his words was a bit harsh, as if he were speaking to, well... a child, but there was genuine intention behind them in the end. It was better to be safe than sorry after all. He still had no clue what this girl was, nor if she could effectively defend herself at all, and he didn't want her to end up getting into trouble if she was incapable of doing such. Since he was stuck with her, he figured he wouldn't be a very good Supreme Primarch if he didn't at least keep an eye on her. Although he probably would have still done it anyway, even if that hadn't been the case... zeph! |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 5, 2019 18:13:56 GMT -5
Archie | Coin Hunt | ~∂єѕтιиу "That'll do! Mind if I call you Vincy?" he asked lightly, grinning up at him and watching his movements intently. Creepy? Without a doubt. He wasn't subtle about it either. Not that he cared to be, he found watching people to be interesting. And this guy was interesting to hell and back. Secretive, but not hostile. Reminded him of someone else he knew once a long time ago and by the gods he almost started crying real tears. Rather, little amethysts poured in liquid down his face, solidifying after they left his chin and joining the other riches of the room. The occurrence lasted only a moment, and once it was done he lifted from his position and began floating after his new play thing. "I'm sure what I have to discuss will be nothing of interest to you, not for that particular topic. Not beyond the occasional comment of awe and the hilarity of a situation and intrigue it inspires," he chuckled. Lifting over his head, higher and higher he went in an effort to look over all the piles. There were quite a few. Smirking, he mumbled, "Silly house, how dare you hoard such riches when people die so many other places?" Just then he whipped around to face Vincent with a wild look in his eyes and an almost maniacal grin. "Wouldn't it be cool if all of this was stuff the house has collected from people its killed? How many people do you think it would take for all this to add up?" “Is that what I said?” He answered, smirking. He seemed to be teasing the man for missing the name he’d suggested, not hinting at a personal opinion on the one he offered. His pale eyes didn’t waver as he watched the god, blinking in surprise when literal gems began to fall from his eyes. He cocked an eyebrow as he brushes them into the wealth surrounding them, his quizzical trace of a smile hardly impressed by the display. When Archie rose from the ground, however, his features softened; shoulders loosening and a real smile crossing his lips. He smirked at the answer the god gave, not replying. He watched with a neutral expression as Archie elevated higher, silent as he muttered to himself. In a few seconds he was near once again, excitedly speaking in his face. “Hmm,” he mused, looking out towards the piles of gold as if he were considering it. “What makes you think that’s what this is?” He asked instead, tilting his head curiously as his gaze scanned over the various items. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 5, 2019 19:22:25 GMT -5
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?” "I'm sure he will eventually, he seems like the sort that just needs a bit of practice," she said. His expressed sentiment regarding Morrigan made her grin cheekily and snort, lifting her hand to lightly smack his shoulder. "You dork. Can no-one ever please you?" she shot back, absolutely teasing and clearly thrilled to have the chance to do so. God, she missed this so dearly. Lightly she hummed, rolling her shoulders in a shrug. "I think people would like you more if they met you in proper situations, and weren't immediately thrown off by how tragically edgy and good looking you are. You're really quite crafty, should anyone give you the chance to be." That brought on a flood of memories and for a moment, her eyes glossed as she lost herself in thought to some of their first adventures. Only when he brought up their own worlds did she come back to the one they were in. "Busy, huh? You been kicking some good ass?" she said and grinned. Another shrug made her back pop a bit and she chuckled. "Mischief... Well, earlier today I got to blow up an old building, that was pretty fun. Nobody has come looking for me as of late though, so its been pretty 'lax. Oh! But I found a really old library with all kinds of weird freaky books, some of which I think you'd really like. Talks about swords!" Mostly the making of them, very gory methods of making them. She was sure he'd get a kick out of that as well, but maybe, just maybe, a bit too much of a kick. She smirked. Hook chuckled at her take on Enjolras and the man’s combat skills. Slyly watching her face, the pirate grinned when she pushed his shoulder, giddy to hear some name calling again. His eyes narrowed impishly, smirking at the question. “Rarely, but it can happen,” he retorted, lifting his eyebrow as he continued to smirk at her. He looked down at the brush in his hand as she spoke to defend him, lifting his eyes to give her a skeptical look at the description she gave for his first impressions. Of course she was quick to make a save for his ego, earning a smile. “When I need to be,” he agreed, shrugging not-so-modestly. “Ay, damn right, ” he said, the reply mostly fading into a chuckle. He leaned forward as she spoke of her own world, grin broadening at her casual description of arson. “By the sound of it!” He agreed energetically. “You pulled a stunt like that and no one’s got a trail to track?” He whistled, decently impressed. He raised an eyebrow when she described books as ‘weird and freaky’ then grinned when she mentioned swords. “Freaky swords are essentially how I make a living right now,” he commented with a smirk. “What sorta shit are you reading about?” |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Nov 5, 2019 19:45:19 GMT -5
Archie | Coin Hunt | ~∂єѕтιиу "Well, I suppose nothing, really; So far the house has proven that it doesn't really need any help in bringing new things to existence. But I'm sure theres plenty of people that turn up here to supply such things, so whooo knoows? Just thought it'd be pretty neat," he said, easing away from him and returning to admiring the hoards of glittering objects.
He was thoroughly distracted, so much so that he didn't realize when he himself began to glitter and shimmer nearly as much as the gleaming mounds around him. It began simply, starting as a dull glow, then quickly intensifying to a bright gleam. By that point he realized what was happening and he was thrilled. Dropping to the ground, he began looking over his limbs, whole rainbows of colors erupting over him. Like the sky was hugging him, as if billions of shards of glass were reflecting off him all at the same time! The whole universe was exploding out of him all at once! His exuberance was nearly as explosive, he began to dance about, twirling and spinning and jumping and letting his arms wave gracefully as he spun on his toes.
All at once the sparkles that had stuck themselves to his body burst away from him, creating a beautiful glowing halo and revealing the result of his gleaming transformation.
He was a hot dog. One you might see on the streets of New York. Just a man, (with a horn) in a gigantic hot dog suit.
"Oh," he said, sounding genuinely confused. Not disappointed, per se, just surprised all of that had been for... this.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 5, 2019 22:21:13 GMT -5
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. With Rue's hand in his, Kid led her toward the hallway. It seemed like she was excited, which he was glad about. He knew that she had been very hesitant before, particularly when he had just blinked in. It meant a lot to him to have her on his side. "I haven't gone into a room in a while," he admitted, remembering the monster room where he had been a mummy. He wasn't sure how many rooms Rue had actually been in before. He didn't ask just yet. The rooms behind the doors were ... everything. Everything he could think of. It was an amazing feat. But there was a lot of memories behind them which he couldn't know about. Couldn't think about them because what they meant. So he didn't think about them, he just pressed a hand onto a door handle and pushed the door open. He would have let Rue do it, but he was too distracted. "Door number one," he muttered, then stepped through. Behind the door was a complete whiteness, so pure and blinding that Kid had to blink several times, flinching. His eyes expanded for a second, as if remembering a bad memory, before they became normal sized again. The room wasn't completely white. There were two spots of color in the room. On the floor - if any of this could be called a floor when there didn't seem to be any sort of line or horizon or any point of reference - were two crayons. One blue, one orange. "This ..." said Kid. "Feels very weird." The words were breathed. "Any suggestions?" Other than the obvious, perhaps. Rue let him lead her into the hall, then blinked and glanced at him as he stopped at the first door. That was unusual. Most people went further in, although she couldn’t have said why. Maybe they felt like that made the door more unique. Maybe the first door had actually gotten neglected entirely. Her eyes went very round at that idea. Was it possible that no one had ever gone into the very first door before? It didn’t seem likely, but...well, maybe. “Woah.” The word escaped in a rush of air as she breathed, the whiteness of the room burning her eyes. It was so bright she couldn’t even see for a long moment, and then, finally, she realized the whiteness wasn’t going away. Everything really was just.... White. “This is so weird.” Rue agreed, and dropped Kid’s hand to head over to the crayons. She bent down and hesitantly picked up the orange, one, then glanced quickly around, in case something happened because of it. Nothing did, though. If this room had to be activated, picking up the crayons wasn’t the way to do it. “I guess we could draw?” She suggested, turning back to look inquiringly at Kid. “I can’t even tell where the walls are.” |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Nov 6, 2019 0:57:53 GMT -5
"I'm sure he will eventually, he seems like the sort that just needs a bit of practice," she said. His expressed sentiment regarding Morrigan made her grin cheekily and snort, lifting her hand to lightly smack his shoulder. "You dork. Can no-one ever please you?" she shot back, absolutely teasing and clearly thrilled to have the chance to do so. God, she missed this so dearly. Lightly she hummed, rolling her shoulders in a shrug. "I think people would like you more if they met you in proper situations, and weren't immediately thrown off by how tragically edgy and good looking you are. You're really quite crafty, should anyone give you the chance to be." That brought on a flood of memories and for a moment, her eyes glossed as she lost herself in thought to some of their first adventures. Only when he brought up their own worlds did she come back to the one they were in. "Busy, huh? You been kicking some good ass?" she said and grinned. Another shrug made her back pop a bit and she chuckled. "Mischief... Well, earlier today I got to blow up an old building, that was pretty fun. Nobody has come looking for me as of late though, so its been pretty 'lax. Oh! But I found a really old library with all kinds of weird freaky books, some of which I think you'd really like. Talks about swords!" Mostly the making of them, very gory methods of making them. She was sure he'd get a kick out of that as well, but maybe, just maybe, a bit too much of a kick. She smirked. Hook chuckled at her take on Enjolras and the man’s combat skills. Slyly watching her face, the pirate grinned when she pushed his shoulder, giddy to hear some name calling again. His eyes narrowed impishly, smirking at the question. “Rarely, but it can happen,” he retorted, lifting his eyebrow as he continued to smirk at her. He looked down at the brush in his hand as she spoke to defend him, lifting his eyes to give her a skeptical look at the description she gave for his first impressions. Of course she was quick to make a save for his ego, earning a smile. “When I need to be,” he agreed, shrugging not-so-modestly. “Ay, damn right, ” he said, the reply mostly fading into a chuckle. He leaned forward as she spoke of her own world, grin broadening at her casual description of arson. “By the sound of it!” He agreed energetically. “You pulled a stunt like that and no one’s got a trail to track?” He whistled, decently impressed. He raised an eyebrow when she described books as ‘weird and freaky’ then grinned when she mentioned swords. “Freaky swords are essentially how I make a living right now,” he commented with a smirk. “What sorta shit are you reading about?” Shade nodded seriously in response to him, but a grin was still stuck to her features. "Good! Keep kicking it," she said brightly. Slowly she tried to push it back to a smile and closed her eyes again so he was able to continue with whatever it was he was doing to her face. "I did! Well, mostly. Theres not really anyone to follow a trail if there was one," she said, opening her eyes just long enough to wink at him before closing them again. Rather than responding immediately she hummed, pursing her lips as she thought about how to describe the books properly. "Freaky swords are very important," she said, laughing softly. "When I say freaky I really mean freaky. Some of the swords the book mentions were supposedly possessed by vengeful spirits. Supposedly. Theres also a lot of old books illustrating different ways to make poisons and to exercise ghosts and the like, all very fun." Most of the other books talked about primitive methods of torture and the like, the goriest ways to go about it and all, and others hinted that maybe aliens had come to visit a few times throughout the really primitive years. You know, the usual hippy stuff. Or was it? "Theres also some old stories, I thought they were pretty interesting. A few about pirates, of course. Always a good read." She hummed again, her tail flicking around one leg of the chair and then the other. "I was looking for information on those gods I was looking for, though. You know the ones? I have a few good leads on where they might be, but I've been stuck in this place for a bit," she explained, figuring a bit of context about why she was in a random old library might be appreciated. |
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Nov 6, 2019 21:10:24 GMT -5
(Sorry I didn't get this up earlier- I would be cool with them going in a room, and do have a couple beginnings of ideas, but it's your choice.) Spinel looked bemused, unsure if she should giggle at his reaction or disagree with him on that. Games were fun- well, most of them. Why would someone not want to play? Those thoughts dissipated a moment later, however, as she followed Sandalphon's gaze to the hallway. Even though he said it was dangerous, she couldn't see how. Of course, she had never seen anything dangerous before, and hopefully never would either. She imagined something like that to be dark, and foreboding, with a hint of mystery. But that was a hallway. It seemed to be the opposite of dangerous; more boring and average than that. Still she took the archangel's word for it. "Yay!" The gem squealed, only to fall silent as he continued, explaining that she shouldn't go in the doors because, again, they were dangerous. She pouted slightly, before saying, "Okay," Then, she turned to the hallway again, brightening once more, and skipped into it as far as the second row of doors, her shoes squeaking the entire way. There she stopped, and looked around again. It looked, well, like it had from the other room. Just a bunch of doors, of which she couldn't go into. "Can I open a door?" She questioned, a hint of a whine in her voice. "Just to look?" HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 7, 2019 0:34:17 GMT -5
(You're good. And sure, it's fine with me! XP What ideas were you thinking of?) Sandalphon watched Spinel pass him by as she happily bounded out into the hallway. For just the briefest second after she went past and he was momentarily out of her sight, the makings of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It wasn't a teasing smirk, like the one earlier. This time it was a genuine expression of amusement. Heh, two children who switched moods on a moment's notice. Her and Io would have gotten along well together... And like that, it was gone. Steeling himself for what may come, he pushed himself off his place against the wall so he could follow after the other blinker. "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed by what you will find." The Primarch replied to her, stepping through the living door frame. "Everything behind them is obscured by a wall of darkness that is capable of blocking even my senses. The only way to find out what is within is to actually enter." He came to a stop a few feet away from Spinel, his eyes wondering across the area around them as he took a look around himself. His right hand now idly gripped the hilt of the sword that hung on his waist, just in case. Letting out a 'hmph' in response the subtle whine in her voice, "If it will at all sate your curiosity, then I won't stop you if you still want to open one and look." Sandalphon paused for an instant, before bluntly adding, "However, if you decide to renege on your promise and do anything more, don't expect me to come trailing after you. After all, I've already given you plenty of forewarning." The archangel was trying to give Spinel the benefit of the doubt by letting her open a door on her own, but he really didn't want to end up having to chase after her should she betray that trust. He was bluffing with his warning of course, mostly... Although, it was almost impossible to tell otherwise, because he came across as if he absolutely meant his words. It was all an effort to try to dissuade her from doing something foolish. zeph! |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 7, 2019 13:08:15 GMT -5
Hook chuckled at her take on Enjolras and the man’s combat skills. Slyly watching her face, the pirate grinned when she pushed his shoulder, giddy to hear some name calling again. His eyes narrowed impishly, smirking at the question. “Rarely, but it can happen,” he retorted, lifting his eyebrow as he continued to smirk at her. He looked down at the brush in his hand as she spoke to defend him, lifting his eyes to give her a skeptical look at the description she gave for his first impressions. Of course she was quick to make a save for his ego, earning a smile. “When I need to be,” he agreed, shrugging not-so-modestly. “Ay, damn right, ” he said, the reply mostly fading into a chuckle. He leaned forward as she spoke of her own world, grin broadening at her casual description of arson. “By the sound of it!” He agreed energetically. “You pulled a stunt like that and no one’s got a trail to track?” He whistled, decently impressed. He raised an eyebrow when she described books as ‘weird and freaky’ then grinned when she mentioned swords. “Freaky swords are essentially how I make a living right now,” he commented with a smirk. “What sorta shit are you reading about?” Shade nodded seriously in response to him, but a grin was still stuck to her features. "Good! Keep kicking it," she said brightly. Slowly she tried to push it back to a smile and closed her eyes again so he was able to continue with whatever it was he was doing to her face. "I did! Well, mostly. Theres not really anyone to follow a trail if there was one," she said, opening her eyes just long enough to wink at him before closing them again. Rather than responding immediately she hummed, pursing her lips as she thought about how to describe the books properly. "Freaky swords are very important," she said, laughing softly. "When I say freaky I really mean freaky. Some of the swords the book mentions were supposedly possessed by vengeful spirits. Supposedly. Theres also a lot of old books illustrating different ways to make poisons and to exercise ghosts and the like, all very fun." Most of the other books talked about primitive methods of torture and the like, the goriest ways to go about it and all, and others hinted that maybe aliens had come to visit a few times throughout the really primitive years. You know, the usual hippy stuff. Or was it? "Theres also some old stories, I thought they were pretty interesting. A few about pirates, of course. Always a good read." She hummed again, her tail flicking around one leg of the chair and then the other. "I was looking for information on those gods I was looking for, though. You know the ones? I have a few good leads on where they might be, but I've been stuck in this place for a bit," she explained, figuring a bit of context about why she was in a random old library might be appreciated. Hook grinned, twirling the brush a final time before continuing his work. He leaned back a little at her answer, a baffled if not extremely proud smile on his face. “Damn,” he chuckled. Funny that people thought he was the scary one. As she went on about the stories he listened with a content smirk, squinting a little each time she moved but seeming to be too pleased to comment on it. “Ay, don’t say supposedly like sword possession isn’t real.” He quipped. He lifted an eyebrow, considering something as she mentioned exercising potions. He grinned at her next statement. “As there should be,” he answered, “Expantly,” he added to her review. As she mentioned her purpose behind all this time in a library he nodded more seriously. “Right,” he hummed. His eyes briefly traveled down towards the scars on her face, eyes narrowed carefully before he was smirking again. “That’s the sort of thing I got a crew for,” he chuckled, “interesting as I’m sure it is, ‘sounds exhausting work for a lead.” |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 7, 2019 14:54:38 GMT -5
Archie | Coin Hunt | ~∂єѕтιиу "Well, I suppose nothing, really; So far the house has proven that it doesn't really need any help in bringing new things to existence. But I'm sure theres plenty of people that turn up here to supply such things, so whooo knoows? Just thought it'd be pretty neat," he said, easing away from him and returning to admiring the hoards of glittering objects.
He was thoroughly distracted, so much so that he didn't realize when he himself began to glitter and shimmer nearly as much as the gleaming mounds around him. It began simply, starting as a dull glow, then quickly intensifying to a bright gleam. By that point he realized what was happening and he was thrilled. Dropping to the ground, he began looking over his limbs, whole rainbows of colors erupting over him. Like the sky was hugging him, as if billions of shards of glass were reflecting off him all at the same time! The whole universe was exploding out of him all at once! His exuberance was nearly as explosive, he began to dance about, twirling and spinning and jumping and letting his arms wave gracefully as he spun on his toes.
All at once the sparkles that had stuck themselves to his body burst away from him, creating a beautiful glowing halo and revealing the result of his gleaming transformation.
He was a hot dog. One you might see on the streets of New York. Just a man, (with a horn) in a gigantic hot dog suit.
"Oh," he said, sounding genuinely confused. Not disappointed, per se, just surprised all of that had been for... this. Vincent raised his eyebrows at the answer, watching Archie carefully while he spoke. His gaze was sharp, and judgmental, but there was a smile testing its way into his face. His hands moved behind his back, quiet as he watched the the end of Archies scarf began to...disorientate? He blinked twice, smile falling off his face as the shimmer continued to spread across the god. Off his shoulders, up his arm, down to his feet. Confused, his hands moved back in front of him, at which point he realized his sleeves were deteriorating with a similar sparkle. His eyes went wide, transfixed when he noticed Archie leaping about of the corner of his eye. He looked up, eyebrow raised and expression closest to what was likely a mix of confusion and amusement. Waiting for some kind of pain, he was surprised when instead the phenomenon just continued to spread. Then. It was gone. He turned up his gaze, catching Archie’s getup but becoming quickly distracted by the large hat on his head. He reached up to remove it, spinning it around in his fingertips absently as he took the time to look over his new outfit. He whistled simply, smirking as he realized what exactly was happening. It was a good thing he could walk in heels. That considered; judging by the fit of the costume, it was likely he was missing a couple curves that it was originally designed for. Luckily enough, the corset was strung tight enough to give a figure to anyone who was willing to break a few ribs in the process. He glanced down at the large feather on his hat, spinning it once more before returning it to his head. “So…” he drawled, smirking. “Any theories now?” He asked, hands on his hips as he examined the god, grinning the whole while. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 7, 2019 15:07:14 GMT -5
"I was just passin' time," said The Doctor. "I already know the books are blank." She looked over her shoulder at Vincent, saying, "Nice to meet ya." Allowing one of her own eyebrows lifted and she said, "What do ya know about the books?" Her question simply seemed to be one of curiosity. She moved away from the shelves. Vincent hadn't asked for a name and she hadn't supplied one. That didn't mean she was avoiding giving one. She just hadn't thought of it. Instead, she considered the living room at large. "And where are ya blinking in from?" she added, finding it all very curious. Most of the humanoids seemed to come from Earth, or so she had found so far. But this wasn't universally true. She wondered if it was or it wasn't for Vincent. Vincent was silent, listening with a smirk as she answered. When she turned to him he offered a smile, glancing passed her to ponder over her question. “Hmm.” He answered for the time being, looking over the shelf fondly. Those books had gotten him knocked unconscious, freed them from an upstairs room, and had been the communication device for the clones and them...and yet, he looked back at the doctor and merely raised his eyebrow in something like a half assed shrug. He stepped aside to let her by, turning to look after her. “Earth, I believe. Or perhaps one of them,” he suggested, scratching at his scar as he looked at her, smirking. “Yourself?” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 7, 2019 19:50:45 GMT -5
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.” No. Kid didn't know what he was getting into. All of this was a bit new. Helping Sherlock hadn't really been something that he thought he would be doing with his time. It had always seemed like the detective wouldn't need help. But that was just how he thought of himself - it wasn't reality. "I guess I'll learn what I'm getting into," he said with a sigh. "But I honestly don't care." He didn't care what he was getting into - and he didn't care that Sherlock wanted to solve this. It was important that the solution was found, but from how Kid was hearing it he was making it sound like it specifically had to be him that solved the mystery. Find. Kid had been the one to let people solve the problems long before he had met Sherlock. He didn't need credit for anything. He also didn't need Sherlock's permission to help solve anything. He still scrubbed at the window, but the original furious movement relaxed into an even, sustainable gestures. He breathed out, very carefully, and said, "We get out of this room first. That's what." The words were firm. "The House seems to know what's going on in our own heads and our lives. I don't trust that we wont tangle things up while we're in a room." He meant it, but also he needed to get Sherlock focused on something other than his own world right now. He needed Sherlock focused on right now. The detective's words were commendable - finally admitting he needed help - but it wasn't useful while they were in a room. "Have you run into other cases," he decided instead. "Where the victim doesn't actually die when there's an appeared murder attempt? Run some of yours by me. I've only got three under my belt. I'm usually more familiar with robbary." Though that admittance did cause him to narrow his eyes a little. |
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Post by zeph! on Nov 7, 2019 20:27:23 GMT -5
(Alright! I was thinking maybe a pyramid room, where they have to get to the main chamber or something to get out- only, it's infested with traps and the like? Not entirely sure, though.) Spinel brightened slightly again as Sandalphon said what was behind the doors- that sounded more spooky and mysterious; more dangerous. "Alright, thanks," she chirped, before he continued on what felt like another lecture. If he didn't want her to do it, he should've just left it at that- now, she wanted to go in one of the doors even more. Still, she didn't want to be alone again... Not if she didn't have to... The gem nodded, before walking to one of the doors. She clasped the knob, and turned it, before swinging the door open semi-aggressively. She then did the same to another, just to make sure. Both were dark inside, like Sandalphon had said. Her brows furrowed slightly. Hmmm- if she entered, she would see what was inside just fine. What if she only poked her head inside or something? "Would it count as anything more if I put my head or finger in?" Spinel asked. "'Cause then, I could come back out, and everything'll still be just as swell." Her gloved finger was already nearing it, stopping short, however, a few good inches away. HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 7, 2019 20:35:36 GMT -5
Archie | Rubber Duck Room | mintedstar/fur Sure enough, he stayed true to his word; when Adrian returned to the back of the boat and tapped his head, he stopped. Not immediately, he wasn't stupid. Even if some people thought and had told him so from time to time. No, he raised himself up so most of his upper body was up out of the water and looked around the boat at the other rubber ducks they were fast approaching, then began to ease the speed, back paddling and spreading himself out to made them slow.
It was a bit of a close call, the bit inflated front of the duck lightly bumping into its companions then floating in place in the water.
Lifting himself out of the water, he grinned at Adrian. "Brilliant! You make an excellent captain, my good man!" he said cheerfully. Once he was back in the boat, he began to try and wring out his clothing, starting with his excellently long coat. Wasn't too hard, given it was missing its sleeves. He set it over the head of the duck, then pulled off his shirt and began doing the same.
After past experiences, he had the good sense not to do the same with his pants.
Anyways...
He threw on his shirt and his coat again and turned back to the young blond, still smiling hugely at him. Man oh man, he loved kids. Absolutely the best. "High five for some fabulous team work!" he said, kneeling and holding his palm open and flat in front of him. That had been a close call for Adrian. He'd been about to try and turn into a flock of bats or mist or attempt to levitate again. He would have even attempted to move the on-coming rubber ducks, but he didn't actually think he'd be able to. Instead, he focused on holding on and worked it out from there. He was actually impressed with how quickly Archie stopped the rubber duck, though he really didn't have much room to admit that. They were right up against the other duck and that close to ending up in the water. He was just glad that hadn't happened. Pushing himself back into a standing position, he attempted to avoid Archie as he dried off. "Er," he said, trying to stop himself from sounding amused. "Thanks." He watched as Archie once again turned to look at him with that over large smile and Adrian couldn't help letting his eyebrows rise. He looked down at the hand, completely unsure what to do with it. But having some suspicions (not the correct suspicion, mind you) and shook his head several times, eyes narrowing a bit. He wasn't that confident that he understood everything that Archie told him, so he really would prefer not to take chances. "What next?" he asked instead. There wasn't much chance that they would be using this 'boat' anymore. It couldn't go any further. He assumed that Archie might have some idea what might be going on. But that wasn't going to place bets on it. Instead the small dhampire looked around, trying to find some sort of horizon to aim for. As of now, he couldn't. Not unless you counted more of the rubber ducks. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Nov 7, 2019 23:45:43 GMT -5
"You're welcome!" he said brightly, deciding not to be personally bothered by his disinterest in his proposal for a high five. Some day, he vowed; some day he'd get that high five. He straightened his scarf and stood straight and tall, setting his hands to his hips as he looked out over the bright yellow obstacles in front of them. They could try and plow through, but that would be exhausting frankly. And would they even be able to? Maybe something would prevent them, and then they'd waste time. He huffed softly, frowning in dislike at the idea. No, no, it would surely be better to... "Hop across! Or walk, whatever we can manage. They're floating, and I imagine they'll be able to keep us up just fine. You especially, I have difficulty balancing with things like this," he said, sounding mildly embarrassed. Looking down at his young companion, he offered a slightly less maniacal smile. "But, I've gathered you're very afraid of water. If perhaps you would like to try something else then I'm not at all opposed to suggestions. In fact, if it makes you more comfortable I could carry you across, or assist you at the very least. Rest assured, I will not let you sink," he said sincerely. Having just had the thought, he lifted his hands up and began ruffling his hair a bit. Trying to get it to fluff back up again, and not look quite so weedy. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Nov 8, 2019 0:01:41 GMT -5
Hook grinned, twirling the brush a final time before continuing his work. He leaned back a little at her answer, a baffled if not extremely proud smile on his face. “Damn,” he chuckled. Funny that people thought he was the scary one. As she went on about the stories he listened with a content smirk, squinting a little each time she moved but seeming to be too pleased to comment on it. “Ay, don’t say supposedly like sword possession isn’t real.” He quipped. He lifted an eyebrow, considering something as she mentioned exercising potions. He grinned at her next statement. “As there should be,” he answered, “Expantly,” he added to her review. As she mentioned her purpose behind all this time in a library he nodded more seriously. “Right,” he hummed. His eyes briefly traveled down towards the scars on her face, eyes narrowed carefully before he was smirking again. “That’s the sort of thing I got a crew for,” he chuckled, “interesting as I’m sure it is, ‘sounds exhausting work for a lead.” "Oh well, I suppose you're right. They totally do exist. I will say that I haven't personally seen one, but I'm sure if theres a book about it someone probably came across one at one point," she hummed. Having a brush gliding over her features was very peculiar- and she hadn't much thought about it until now. But it was... odd. Not in a bad way. It tickled a little bit, but she wasn't bothered. The faint feeling of powder on her face was pretty weird too, and she hoped Hook wasn't making her look as weird as she felt. Speaking of Hook... She snorted and smiled softly at his response. What a charmer. His mention of a crew made her hum further and she almost tipped her head in a nod, then stopped herself before she interfered with his craft and flicked her ears instead. "A crew sounds really handy," she said, smiling. "I don't know if I could manage a group of people quite as well as you seem too. You're definitely the charismatic one between the two of us. I'm just broody." The smile turned to a smirk and she did a soft closed-mouth laugh. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Nov 8, 2019 0:31:53 GMT -5
Vincent raised his eyebrows at the answer, watching Archie carefully while he spoke. His gaze was sharp, and judgmental, but there was a smile testing its way into his face. His hands moved behind his back, quiet as he watched the the end of Archies scarf began to...disorientate? He blinked twice, smile falling off his face as the shimmer continued to spread across the god. Off his shoulders, up his arm, down to his feet. Confused, his hands moved back in front of him, at which point he realized his sleeves were deteriorating with a similar sparkle. His eyes went wide, transfixed when he noticed Archie leaping about of the corner of his eye. He looked up, eyebrow raised and expression closest to what was likely a mix of confusion and amusement. Waiting for some kind of pain, he was surprised when instead the phenomenon just continued to spread. Then. It was gone. He turned up his gaze, catching Archie’s getup but becoming quickly distracted by the large hat on his head. He reached up to remove it, spinning it around in his fingertips absently as he took the time to look over his new outfit. He whistled simply, smirking as he realized what exactly was happening. It was a good thing he could walk in heels. That considered; judging by the fit of the costume, it was likely he was missing a couple curves that it was originally designed for. Luckily enough, the corset was strung tight enough to give a figure to anyone who was willing to break a few ribs in the process. He glanced down at the large feather on his hat, spinning it once more before returning it to his head. “So…” he drawled, smirking. “Any theories now?” He asked, hands on his hips as he examined the god, grinning the whole while. Archie | Coin Room | ~∂єѕтιиуIt was easy to get caught up admiring himself as a giant sliver of cheap meat, but when he looked up and caught sight of Vincent he did a very long wolf whistle as he appraised him. "Well, I hadn't been theorizing on it previously, but I've just gotten a very reliable confirmation that you look excellent as a pirate," he said saucily. Said the hot dog, saucily. Oooo. It was tragically hard to keep his eyes off of him. Also kind of funny that he had a corset that was clearly intended for someone a bit... bustier... but regardless...
"I'm not sure what this is all about. I'm really not... Although, thats a good look for you. Not so certain about this on me," he said, eyeing his limbs, the four of which had been covered in some sort of black body suit. Even his blessed horn had a weird black sock on it. "Maybe we're supposed to go to a costume party or something? Seems like a weird place to have a party though," he said, glancing around them once more. "Maybe we should bejewel our outfits with whatever we can find?" That seemed a bit silly too. Not that he was opposed at all. Sounded like a blast, actually. Only thing better than a hot dog was a jewel encrusted hot dog. |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 8, 2019 1:01:22 GMT -5
(I think we can work with that.  For a more solid basis, what if to reach the main chamber/treasure room/exit, they have to get through three or so rooms that are all uniquely trapped in someway, which they have to disarm before they can move on to the next. Like to start, the first could end up sealing them in and begin filling with sand, so they have to hurry and find a switch or something to stop it. Also, Spinel is perfectly welcome to just grab onto him and pull him in at this rate if she wants lol.) Sandalphon's jaw clenched when Spinel began extending one of her hands towards the shadows waiting beyond the doorway. Taking one step forward, he was about to reach forward to intervene when she stopped herself. "If one could simply stroll in and out of these rooms with such ease, I would have been a little more lenient about you entering one." He said with a shake of his head. "I don't know exactly how much of someone's body has to go through to set them off, but once you enter, you are instantaneously left in an entirely new location, with the door you came from completely gone. A one way trip essentially, until you are returned home by this realm's host, or find another 'door' to another room." The Primarch had yet to witness a group exploring a room find an exit back to the living room, so he was still unaware that blinkers could voluntarily find their way back. "Are you satisfied now?" He inquired, idly reaching up to rub his neck with his free hand. If she was, maybe he could try to get some information about this 'Pink' character out of her... If this strangely named being really had been to the Earth Realm, that was definitely worth looking into. zeph! |
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Post by zeph! on Nov 8, 2019 14:50:47 GMT -5
(Sounds great  - and okay, thanks x3) Spinel frowned slightly at his words, letting her arm come down again to cross with the other. One word in particular alarmed her- return. She didn't want to go back to the Garden. At least, not yet. Not while she had to wait in it, for who knows how long. Maybe another day, another second- or five more centuries. The thought sent a nervous jolt in her stomach. No- she couldn't- she wouldn't do that again, not without a little break. She didn't answer Sandalphon verbally- instead, she stretched her arm, grabbing his wrist tightly in one fluid motion, before running inside the door in front of her, pulling him in too. Only when the gem's feet hit the stone floor did she smile again and look around. HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 8, 2019 17:40:39 GMT -5
"You're welcome!" he said brightly, deciding not to be personally bothered by his disinterest in his proposal for a high five. Some day, he vowed; some day he'd get that high five. He straightened his scarf and stood straight and tall, setting his hands to his hips as he looked out over the bright yellow obstacles in front of them. They could try and plow through, but that would be exhausting frankly. And would they even be able to? Maybe something would prevent them, and then they'd waste time. He huffed softly, frowning in dislike at the idea. No, no, it would surely be better to... "Hop across! Or walk, whatever we can manage. They're floating, and I imagine they'll be able to keep us up just fine. You especially, I have difficulty balancing with things like this," he said, sounding mildly embarrassed. Looking down at his young companion, he offered a slightly less maniacal smile. "But, I've gathered you're very afraid of water. If perhaps you would like to try something else then I'm not at all opposed to suggestions. In fact, if it makes you more comfortable I could carry you across, or assist you at the very least. Rest assured, I will not let you sink," he said sincerely. Having just had the thought, he lifted his hands up and began ruffling his hair a bit. Trying to get it to fluff back up again, and not look quite so weedy. Adrian didn't look like he was convinced with the his safety when it came to crossing the rubber ducks which honestly didn't look that sturdy or safe. Instead, he watched the yellow things bob around in the water a little, eyeing the water with more nervousness than he'd honestly been feeling before. And he had been feeling nervous before. But before Archie's suggestion even reached his ears, he was already jumping, heading for the next duck. His body seemed far lighter and mobile than a humans. His eyes widened a bit before he hit the next duck and he tucked his legs a little, arms wrapping around the neck as he did. The rubber duck boat shook, the waves from the movement causing the surrounding ducks to shift away from it. It made it harder to jump to them but that wasn't Adrian's main concern. The rubber duck he had reached almost tipped over as soon as he landed on it. He almost shrieked, eyes wide, as the duck tipped dangerously to the side. He'd thought he would be able to time it well enough, but that hadn't been true. Now he was faced with the on-coming water, he felt terrified. The practice sword once again slipped through his hands. He reached out, intent on grabbing it more by instinct than anything. The duck finished capsizing. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 8, 2019 18:01:34 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!” "Gooooo!" crowed Amico, almost as soon as it was possible for him to do so. He raced ahead, even though it was a bit jerky and meandering jumps. He had a grin as wide as any pictures of the Cheshire Cat, his eyes alight with sparks of youthful excitement. He didn't look back at Noah, but he seemed to expect the ghost to be right on his tail through all of this. The small boy, in a short time, had picked up the use of a pogo stick rather well. That didn't stop him from falling twice along the way, but each time he got back up and kept going. By the time he reached the finish line, he was breathing hard. But he was still smiling so wide that there were lines under his eyes from it. Then a hand went up to one cheek, and he said, "Ow." He looked a bit annoyed, rubbing at his face. Something must have happened when he'd fallen. He pressed and hand to a forming smudge of a bruise on his face that mirrored the odd smudge on Noah's own face. Myrnin's expression had morphed into one of curiosity as he looked at Noah ... Then he looked away at the finish line and asked, "Who won? I fell." He didn't know if that disqualified him. |
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For a more solid basis, what if to reach the main chamber/treasure room/exit, they have to get through three or so rooms that are all uniquely trapped in someway, which they have to disarm before they can move on to the next. Like to start, the first could end up sealing them in and begin filling with sand, so they have to hurry and find a switch or something to stop it.
- and okay, thanks x3)
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