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Everything that happened next all came so fast, that Sandalphon barely had enough time to process it. He wasn't at all anticipating Spinel to suddenly reach over and seize one of his arms by the wrist. "W-what nonsense is this!?" He shouted with a startled squawk, a brilliant shade of red swiftly tinting the skin of his cheeks in response to the unexpected gesture. "Unhand me at once! I will not be led around like some mere child!"

Before the Primarch could do anything to free himself, Spinel bolted into the doorway and he felt himself being tugged right in after her. "Hey! Damn it, I knew coming out here was a lapse in judgement!" He'd been too lenient with the gem, so he supposed this is what he got for foolishly expecting that she would listen to him in her excitement.

When the pair passed into the door, the very world around them changed in the blink of an eye. No longer were they in a rundown old house, but a large open room that smelt of dust and earth. The walls and floor were all made of warm stone. It was some sort of temple, judging from the carvings that covered the walls, and the statues of unknown entities dotted here and there. Besides that, the only notable things about this room were a pedestal placed square in the middle of area, and a sealed doorway beyond it. A small lever sat on the top of the pedestal.

The moment Sandalphon arrived in this strange new setting, all the color drained from the archangel's face as a great wave of weakness struck him, causing him to fall to one knee with a grimace. The hand still free of Spinel braced against the floor, acting as a prop to keep himself from tipping over as he almost lost his balance.

No, it couldn't be...

The Primarch quickly cast a glance back over his shoulder and summoned his wings. As he expected, instead of the colorful managery of twelve feathered appendages that should have sprouted from his back in a show of yellow light, only a single pair of brown ones appeared. His original set, which resembled those of a house sparrow.

"How...? Impossible..." He could feel that he still possessed the wings of the Supreme Primarch and the Tetra-Elements, but something had put a seal on them, preventing him from being able to draw upon their magic, or even utilize them all together. Sandalphon was left stunned. Being able to alter his physical form had been one thing, but if the Primal controlling the house was powerful enough to so easily bind the combined power of both the Four Primarchs and the Supreme Primarch, then it truly was a fearsome being. Just what the hell kind of monster was it?

Slow down. One thing at a time...

The archangel slowly closed his eyes, trying to steady the thoughts speeding through his mind. As concerning as it was, there was no use worrying about it now. There were more urgent matters at hand, like dealing with the current mess the pair had gotten into. For now, he shoved his uneasiness about the house aside to keep his head clear.

Without all his wings to supply him, Sandalphon had been left severely both magically and physically weakened, although the latter was only a temporary result from the sudden loss of power. Despite originally spending most of his existence with a single set, his form had begun growing accustomed to his new amount of magical strength in the recent months. Having it all suddenly removed again was quite a dreadful feeling. Thankfully this wasn't the first time the archangel had lost the use of some of his wings, so that helped alleviate the situation a bit since he knew what to expect.

It was going to take a little while for his body to readjust to this current state. However, that was time they didn't have to waste. On still unsteady feet, Sandalphon stubbornly stood back up, using his wings to help keep his balance. Once he was sure he wasn't going to fall over in a shameful display, he gave Spinel a sideways glance, his eyes then slowly lowering towards the wrist she still had her fingers around. "Hmph. You have succeeded in getting me in here, so you no longer have need to keep hold of me. Correct?" He questioned, completely neglecting to address what had just happened, as if getting the gem to let go was more important.

zeph!

Spinel took a moment to look around, beaming now that they were in the room. It looked, frankly, nothing like gem tech. Things that gems used were elaborate, and sleek, and, strangely, quite colorful. This room, however, reflected none of that. She noticed the lever in the center almost immediately. Would that open the door? Or was that too obvious? She was about to walk over and inspect it when she noticed that Sandalphon had fallen partially behind her.
"Are you okay?" She questioned, head tilted slightly. "You look kinda peaky, and you have wings." That last note was said with the same nonchalance as the other part of a sentence, as though it was normal. To be fair, some gems did, like Lapis Lazulis and Aquamarines. But as far as she'd heard, humans didn't. What about archangels, then? "Or are you supposed to have them?" She added as an afterthought.
"Oops," Spinel said as Sandalphon pointed out how she was still holding his wrist. She withdrew it, before pointing a moment later to the lever. "Whatcha think that does?"

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Dead Body 2.0 | M&M room | everyone??

Vincent scoffed as he heard Daud’s quiet voice speak his name. He was giggling now, hardly focused on the vampire in front of him, slightly turning his head so his face just rested close to his - knowledgeable that he was unable to suppress his smiling enough to perform admirably.
Then, as the lights hit him, there was a moment for anyone curious enough to watch his face, where the glint in his eyes vanished. His smile never vanquished entirely, but his laughter suddenly seized, then stopped. And without another sound from his lips, the man was limp in Myrnin’s grasp.

Myrnin | M & M Room | Everyone and their cats and rabbits and various fish

There was almost a moment where Myrnin dropped Vince. The kiss had been sustainable enough for a while there, but both of them were clearly trying to hold in giggles. As if they were school children. But that didn't mean they seperated even if the kiss had just ended a couple seconds before. Myrnin still had a light grip on Vincent's hands when the lights flared and a literal spotlight fell on him. Myrnin didn't notice. Not until there was a resounding snap and suddenly everything in Vincent ... stopped.
Myrnin stiffened, nearly loosing his grip on him, and Vincent sunk to the floor with Myrnin sort of going down with him out of surprise alone. Then the vampire caught himself and froze, ever so slightly.
Likely, he was listening to the lack of heartbeat.
There wasn't even a second passed before he looked up at the ceiling and said, "HOUSE!" He sounded mad ... and annoyed. "We were having a moment!"
Then he completed his partial collapse to join Vince's body on the floor, sitting crossed legged while still gripping the rather annoy man's wrist. His free hand fluttered around Vincent's neck ... checking the break with careful fingers. If there was any doubt Vincent was dead, than there wasn't any now.
Myrnin sighed a bit through his nose. He had voted for Vince. Maybe he'd wanted this. But then again, that had been a fairly decent kiss.
The vampire looked, perhaps, just a bit guilty. He ruffled Vincent's hair absentmindedly, as if the man was just asleep, and then adjusted his seated position so he was clutching at his knees while also able to look over at his right to Vincent. He glanced at Touka, blinking several times as she half said his name. He looked a bit sad ... but also kept side eyeing Vince as if he expected something to happen.

(Sorry for the slow reply.)

The archangel visibly relaxed a bit when Spinel finally released his arm, returning it to its resting spot on the hilt of his sword.

Thank the sky that was over... How embarrassing for the Supreme Primarch to be herded around in such a manner...

"Peaky?" Sandalphon repeated in a puzzled tone, returning the gem's head tilt with one of his own. What did she mean by that? Peaky... Like mountain peaks?

Yet another mortal term he was unfamiliar with. Seemed like he still had plenty of their dialect left to learn.

Waving it off for now, "Yes. I'm fine." He assured the other blinker with a short nod. "Nothing you need concern yourself with." His sense of balance had returned by now, so he figured he was able to pass that off as the truth, even though it wasn't completely so.

"And yes, I do." No longer needed to help their owner stay up straight, his remaining wings had simply folded out of the way behind his back. Had he and Spinel still been in the living room, he would have dismissed them again. Since the two were now in what could be a dangerous area, however, he kept them out just in case. "Of course I'm supposed to have them. In fact, I have quite a few. I just don't have them out when I've no need for them." He conveniently left out the part where he couldn't use the rest of those wings right now, even if he needed to. There was no need to potentially make the situation even more stressful by mentioning it.

"Hmm?" Letting his eyes follow Spinel's finger, Sandalphon felt his own tightening their grip on his weapon when he saw a lever sitting, plain as day, on a pedestal in the middle of the room, begging to be pulled. He wasn't a frequenter of old temples himself, but he'd heard enough stories from the crew about their trips into such places to know where this was going. And even then, the thing still had the obvious smell of a trap.

He began scouring the walls around them, his crimson stare going over every discernible detail he could see in an attempt to find any potential danger. "It more then likely doesn't open that door, I can guarantee that much. As for what it actually does, I can't yet say, although I'm willing to bet it's nothing pleasant."

Nothing really caught the Primarch's eye as to what else pulling the lever might trigger, besides one thing. He wasn't too trusting of the statues that lined the sides of the room, since they were the only things that stood out at all. After finishing his sweep, his gaze settled on the only way out, which was sealed by a stone door.

Damn, if he had his full power, he could have easily blown right through it.

Yet... even without Lucifer's wings, he still did have pretty substantial fire power. The problem was, his energy hadn't quite came back to him yet, so he didn't have much to use before burning himself out. It was going to have to do, as the alternative option wasn't exactly much better, and it would be safer for Spinel then risking whatever surprises awaited them with a pull of that lever.

"Stay here." Sandalphon stated, sounding more confident then he actually was. Taking a few steps towards the door, "I'm going to go try and get that open, so I'll need you to keep a distance." With that, he was off across the room with a powerful flap of his wings, leaving Spinel behind.

Hopefully this is enough.

The archangel took up position a short distance away from his target, floating a short distance above the floor. Readying himself, he summoned his set of magic blades, each one coming into view from thin air and taking up position in at his sides, blade tips aimed for the door. A blue rune of magical light appeared at his back.

With one last pause, he called out the incantation for his spell. "Ain Soph Aur!" Instantly, half the room was alight in a show of blue flashes, as a bombardment of lasers shot forth from both the blades and rune. Each struck true at their target, completely obscuring it from sight and causing the room to quake from the force.

After a short time, the barrage stopped, a satisfied grin crossing Sandalphon's face.

That should have done it. There was no way that door could have withstood-...

Then the cloud of debris stirred up by his onslaught cleared, revealing a completely unscathed, still sealed door.

Of course it hadn't worked...

The Primarch let out a frustrated sigh, before trying the whole thing again. His position in the air began to falter as he continued the attack for longer this time, making it evident he was already beginning to run out of energy. Eventually, the runic light behind him suddenly blinked out, and his blades all fell from the air like rocks, each vanishing just before hitting the ground. Sandalphon himself dropped down right after, barely managing to land on his feet as his wings vanished, their magic temporarily spent. He simply stood there, breathing heavily from exhaustion as he stared on in stunned silence.

Still, even after all that, the door had held firm.

zeph!

Daud | M&M Take 2 | L, everyone

L had been right. Something did indeed happen to the accused. Daud watched with glinting eyes as Vincent collapsed. He considered the newest body, then met L’s burning stare steadily, shrugging. “Does it matter?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “We are likely free to go now. Besides, I seem to recall you placing your vote based solely upon whether it was deserved or not.”

Shade | M&M Room | The last of us

Shade looked up briefly from her place on the floor when she caught wind of Myrnin and Vincent passionately necking, wanting to see for herself their shenanigans. But it wasnt meant to be, it seems. Upon spotting them, the light crik, the sudden limpness...

She was on her feet immediately, looking to the other occupants of the room. No surprise that everyone was quite on edge now, but she found herself gravitating towards L, at least until ahe heard Enjolras and her ears perked. "Hey, we can kill each other more once we leave. Enjolras is right here, we gave the house what it wants, wheres the goddamn door?"

L | M&M #2 | Everyone but mostly Touka, Myrnin, and Daud

“It matters.” L said sharply, turning to face them again. Apparently he couldn’t quite make himself walk away.
He listened to as first Touka, then Myrnin answered him. His weight shifted back and forth as though the steady rocking would make anything better, and his hands moved with no real direction, his fingers curling around each other and then untangling again and again.
“You’re wring.” He said quietly, his eyes resting on Touka as he finally spoke. “If I wanted to feel good about myself, I would have voted. As it is, I refuse to let the House turn me into a monster. I’m sorry the rest of you didn’t make that choice.”
He didn’t blink. Didn’t even waver. “I don’t call you a murderer lightly. But I believe that is the term used when someone is killed in cold blood? You didn’t give me time to solve this, barely even tried to yourself, and convicted a man based on personal preference. That’s why I call you a murderer. I don’t care how you feel about that.”
His gaze moved to Myrnin. “And you. Do you still think he’ll come back? Do you still think no one’s death here is permanent? I’ve heard otherwise.”
He swallowed. “There didn’t need to be a majority vote at all!” He snapped, and whatever had begun to die down behind his wide dark eyes sprang up again like wildfire. “You can’t kill a man because he would have died anyway! Don’t try to justify yourself to me, Myrnin.”
The name was thrown at him like an insult. L bit his lip, looked down at Vince’s body again, and exhaled. “Yes. We’ll talk later. Clearly, the room requires more than two murders to end. Let’s try and think of something other than a third, alright?”

"See," said Myrnin, a bit annoyed as he pointed down at Vincent while looking at L. "Alive." There might have been a bit of relief in his words. But only just a little. He patted Vincent's cheek, as if that would help the man wake up. That might have been a bit of a hard 'pat', but still.
His voice, however, was still tense, "Shade ... was it you?" He looked at her. He clearly didn't think it was Vincent. He was looking at Shade.

Vincent | M&M Room | mintedstar/fur mostly

What happened a moment ago had certainly not the first time that Vincent had experienced death; but it was, however, the first time that he’d ever felt his life be given back to him. Consciousness first came with a jarring crack, and then pain. He let out a sputtering cough as fire filled his lungs, something closer to a wheeze than anything else, and then closed his eyes tightly in response to the bright light in his face. He groaned weakly as he heard Myrnin speaking about him, lifting up his hands - only to be surprised by how quickly they responded. With what he knew about his body, it would seem he hadn’t been dead long.... Hell, he could even feel his fingers as he grabbed onto the pant leg of the vampire next to him, gripping Myrnin’s thigh tightly as he willed himself to acknowledge that his life had been restored. After a hearty pat on the side of the face he blinked open his eyes, his focus narrowed carefully on the ceiling for a moment. Then, when his vision cleared, he turned his gaze to Myrnin as the vampire spoke his question to Shade. He parted his lips, sucking in his first voluntary breath only to let it out awkwardly, almost like a half yawn. After this, he rediscovered control over his expression, and he pulled his lips into a smile. To call what escaped his throat ‘laughter’ was generous, but his intentions were evident. “...miss me?” he breathed, smiling at his own weak attempts at humor. Evidently, he wasn’t very upset by the fact he’d just...died. He released his hold on the vampire without saying anything on the matter, moving his arms so they could prompt him up, looking dazed for a couple of seconds before chuckling again. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly chose not to, instead turning to look towards Joey’s body as life returned to the other man as well.

"Seems like the obvious option," said Kid, reaching down and picking up the blue crayon without much hesitation. He glanced around again, but it didn't make much difference. There wasn't any wall. Or if there were, they were impossible to see.
"Somehow," Kid said. "I doubt there's even a floor." He glanced down, tapping his foot. There was no sound ... and also no real sense of pressure under his feet. If he didn't think about it too hard, he assumed there was a floor there. However ... 
He decided not to think about it and hurriedly moved the crayon through the air at some point near head height. As he expected, a line appeared where he'd drawn, a pressure when there shouldn't have been one.
Unless there was a wall there. He tried to push on the place of white around the line of crayon - but instead what happened was his hand closed around the line of crayon instead. Suspended in the air. 
He pulled at it ... and it came away in his hands. A line that he could hold and move. He looked at it, eyes wide.
"That's new," he noted.

"Very," Myrnin said. There was no accompanying eyeroll, but it was implied. "That's why I've been sitting by your corpse for a solid two seconds and everything."
Any possible relief that was in his voice was gone, like it had never been there. Myrnin's eyes moved around the room, then glanced at Joey. "This might go over interesting," he muttered to himself. Then his eyes fell on the newest blinker - a dragon - and let his eyes roll now.
The room seemed over. Apart from using the door, new blinkers were already appearing.
"I assume you've made a full recovery?" he asked Vincent, yawning a bit. He seemed to find the whole thing very boring. "Figured you would do the exact same thing to me, hum?" Referring to voting for Myrnin and killing him. Which he really wished they had, just to make all this mess easier. It was hard picking someone, but he'd figured Vincent would probably get some joy out of whatever leverage he got from it. Or rather, Myrnin just would prefer killing Vincent because he knew the man had probably ended up with the same situation under his belt at least a couple times previously. Apparently the fact they had kissed all of five minutes ago didn't seem to be registering in Myrnin's mind. Well, it was. But he wasn't above grilling Vincent as much as possible. Myrnin loved the fact that he'd actually managed to get a laugh out of the room, but he figured now wasn't the time to mention that in front of the ex-murdered Joey. 
"Unless the body would like to put up some of his own evidence," he said, rising an eyebrow. "Before Letter Boy has a heartattack." Then he glanced back at Vincent. "Unless you actual did it. In which case, I guess ignore me." He shrugged a shoulder. When Vincent had been dead, he'd been expectant and maybe even slightly melancholy. Now that Vincent was back, he seemed to have switched to dry humor and eyeing Shade again like she might be the next one with the broken neck.
"Does anyone want to explain things to the dragon?" he added off-hand, glancing at Vince as if he expected him to do it. "Or no? Or are we just getting out of this room. The floor is very dirty." He picked at some of his own dried blood around his shirt.

As Spinel posed her question, she was at first answered only by the loud thud of something repeatedly smashing against the door, causing the floor to vibrate slightly with each strike. Shortly after, one of Sandalphon's blades came spiraling back high above the gem's head, lodging itself in the ceiling before disappearing a few seconds later.

After a brief respite, he had began another assault on the door, only with physical force this time, refusing to give up regardless of having almost completely drained all his stamina.

W-what kind of stone was this? It defied all possible logic being this strong.

One last crash resounded through the room, as the Primarch launched himself at the cursed thing and planted a forceful blow against it with his feet. Any normal material should have at least cracked from the effort, but this one still had nary a scratch. "Damn it!" He spat in irritation, thoroughly ashamed of himself for not being able to leave even a single dent his target.

So much for securing a safer alternative out of here...

He finally relented after that hit, pushing off and propelling himself back towards the lever. His body twisted around mid-air, so when he landed near it, he was once again facing Spinel. Despite his previous shouting, he bore an expression of guilt on his once again blanched face, instead anything resembling ire.

"Sorry. My strength wasn't enough to be of any use in getting us out of here." Sandalphon looked away with a wince, to avoid meeting Spinel's gaze. He was trying to make an effort to hide the fact that he was short-winded, but it wasn't proving very effective. "I have no excuses." The Supreme Primarch should have been able to keep those around him safe and out of danger, even when missing most of his power. Instead, here they were, being forced to play this place's game and there was little he could do about it.

Next, Spinel got her answer. "I would prefer if you didn't, and we simply waited to be sent back home." The archangel replied.

And it seemed that was that. Until...

"But we don't know how long that may be, and something tells me you'll end up pulling it anyway." His eyes closed, as he began trying to ready himself for what was to come. "Can you bare to withhold your excitement for a few moments? We'll need to prepare for whatever may happen upon the pull of that lever."

In other words, this was partially a roundabout way of saying he needed a moment. Even after plainly acknowledging his failure, he was still too proud to simply admit he required a quick rest.

For the first time this blink, Sandalphon took the precaution of drawing his sword. His right hand reaching over and pulling the weapon from its sheath. "If the information my allies back home have given me is accurate." He began, holding the blade up in front of him and testingly running a few fingers along it's edge as he spoke.

Good, it was still sharp.

"A common tactic utilized by the architects of these settings is giant boulders, poisonous darts and pits lined with spikes. So be ready for anything of that sort." While the Primarch was trying to be informative, little did he know, the 'information' he was reciting was only a list of stereotypical traps that the Singularity and Girl in Blue had found in a book at one point. "If this one was indeed put together by our Primal host, however, who knows what else could happen."

Alright, there was no point if sitting around any longer. Sandalphon got into a readied stance, and gave Spinel a nod to go ahead.

zeph!

Despite everything going on, the talking, the disputes, and doubt, it seemed to be very easy to zone it out-out of habit. Raizel started walking off, specifically towards the cabins-actually they had already been walking towards the cabins, he just decided to speed up his pace.

Reaching the front door of one of the cabins, he quietly extended a hand to open the door. With his hand on the knob, he slowly twisted, then proceeded to open it. Given that he zoned everyone out previously, he was already zoning everyone out, so if there was a warning against it he wasn't listening. He still tensed cautiously of what could be, or what may be ready to strike.

The door swung open as if expecting something to fly out towards him, he tensed with his eyes widening, already expecting the worst.

Yet, there was nothing-his fears had come to past. Rather the room was empty, it was quiet, and empty. Inside the room, there were a ton of posters, paintings, and words expressing smiles, and happiness. The words, kkeep smiling was everywhere. Furthermore, the colors were bright, engaging, and motivating, yet happiness He leaned in taking a look around to see if there was anything else, and yet despite the over-exaggeration of happiness, there was nothing, let alone no one.

With nothing more than a strong emphasis on happiness, Raizel turned to exit the room. Yet, as he turned the sound of scurrying quickly forced him to turn around. He couldn't spot out a door, so there was no way someone could have run out. He looked around once more, his attention quickly fell on the only window where it just happened to be open, and a quick breeze started throwing the curtains in various directions.

He raised a brow, walking out of the room, then made his way along the outside of the building to where the window was situated. He turned his head back towards the group, signaling them with a hand gesture. "Something caught my attention." He softly spoke, peeking his head around the side. Initially slow-but hearing the scurrying again, this time against bushes, he dived into the next corner to only see some of the bushes scurryin g far into the woods.

He blinked not seeing anyone-aside from the movement. He turned his head to the others, "Should we go check?" He couldn't help but wonder if they should check.



((I really apologize guys. Between homework, upcoming finals, work, and having to reschedule meetups with groupmates; things have not been in my favor))