~ Tнє Pαяα∂σχ Hσυѕє ~ now back to regularly scheduled chaos

Spinel watched one of the blades go into the ceiling, eyes still wide. "Gee..." She mumbled to herself, before turning her attention back to where Sandalphon was still trying to force the door open. She let out another, "Ooh!" as he flipped back to the lever, with a small clap.
"Why're you apologizing? This is fun!" She bounced slightly higher, a wide grin on her face again. This conclusion, in fact, just made her more happy. If the Primarch had succeeded, they would probably be leaving a lot sooner. But this meant they could have more fun!
Her smile faded a little as Sandalphon continued, saying a slight, "No thanks." She beamed brighter than ever a second later, however. "Okay!" She chirped, before readying her arm slightly- it hovered over the lever, the limb looping over itself now and then.
The gem pursed her lips slightly, trying to imagine the things he was saying. "Sounds cool," She said, still rocking on her heels. Then, she watched Sandalphon nod, and, with a large smile, flipped the lever.
It opened the door.
"Aha!" Spinel gasped, looking around for a moment, before frowning as her eyes locked onto the now open door. "Ah well." She then bounced in, taking absolutely no precautions until she stopped in the next room, looking around for a moment. There were a bunch of writhing things on the floor- like the worms that Pink once brought to Homeworld, but in shades of mottled brown. They were also hissing. "Wowee..." She said softly, eyes round, and then leaned down to look at one.

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[[ Luna || Living Room || mintedstar/fur ]]

“Whoa...” Luna’s eyes widened as she listened to The Doctor explain what she knew about the House. Another world? That was possible? It sounded weird but kind of made sense at the same time. She couldn’t remember where she was from, but she hadn’t met anyone like her in the few months she could remember, and the people she’d met thought that magic and dragons were just stories. No believed in them but they were definitely real, so why not other worlds?

“That sounds amazing!” she said finally, turning to look around the room again. Her gaze lingered on the door for a moment before she returned her focus to the doctor. “So if everyone’s from a different world, and Earth isn’t the only one, have you ever heard about...” she paused. She probably should have waited until she knew more about the place she was in to ask about that, but it was one of the first things that had come to mind. This was the part where people usually started thinking she was crazy... of course, most people would have thought that about the whole conversation. “Uh... worlds with magic... or dragons?”

Whose Joe? | M&M room | Everyone

Mending bones, a beating heart, the flashing of lights had caught the now revived blinker on edge. What had been a faint tingle of consciousness now grew into waves of pain and nausea. Joey whose body had been ransacked like a pantry twitched his fingers sensing the dried pool of blood beneath him. Stiff and unnatural, his eyes quick tonadjust to the meek lighting aimed at what was a messy scene. He pushed himself off the stairs recoiling at the stench on metal hitting him at full force from the floor beneath what was formerly his staged deathbed. A second took him to register one propping himself against the stairs, his legs finally gaining control from being asleep for who knows how long. It was funny, its like his body was a stranger and vice versa - hell, those pills must have been a mistake. To his dismay the familliar rattle was gone evidently he looked down and up meeting an expectant gaze. Well, lots of things were gone.
"I don't know." The teen could bearly hear himself think with this attention on him. He could grin for sure but even his persona had passed away as did he. "Why!? And who are you people?" The term was use loosely throwing a glance at the sharply dressed man who addressesed him on. Behind the grim smile displayed on the blood spattered bandana he wore his true appearence defaulted to a frown, his brows furrowed at the surreal experience.

"I think it went well tonight." Rowlin chuckled, leaned against a  highly bright painted wall. "The kiddos faces when their Make A Wish came true." With one hand, he reached the top of his forehead, removing his fedora. With the fedora in one hand he proceeded to remove the scarf wrapped around his neck with the other hand. His green eyes focused on his tasks, occasionally glancing at the individual beside him. The other individual didn't have much to say, or at least was waiting for the initial tasks to complete. "Oh common' I can multi-task." He lightly encouraged, proceeding to hand the other individual the accessories.

The man who collected the accessories smiled, seeing that Rowlin had his hands empty now. At the same time, he took the opportunity to hand Rowlin a sealed envelope.

"I get we're in a hospital, but this children's hospital seems to be doing an amazing job." Rowlin brightly spoke, his head slowly looking up to the other individual. Seeing the other individual holding out an envelope he blinked, "Another kiddo drew something?" He collected the envelope, surprised to not see any names on it let alone dates or indicators. It was probably a kid who had drawn it on the spot? He proceeded to open the envalope, surprised to find another envelope, this one actually contained writing specifically his entire name, Rowlin Willow Skyzen. Flinching, he looked at the individual who kept quiet. He took in a deep breath, to emphasize the letter, especially now that it was in his hands. "I appreciate this letter-"

He blinked into the living room as he proceeds with the second half of his statement "-But I would rather not get anything for my birthday." He roughly emphasized by lightly slapping the card. "I get the thought, but I've emphasized to team leaders repeatedly that I'd rather not be reminded...." His words slowed down in realization that he was no longer in the hospital's hallway, and yet his mouth kept going at a slower pace "....that this month exists at all." He softly trailed off, his green eyes softening.

Now quiet he slowly looked around, he was still jittery about the card in his hand and what he openly blurted. What did catch his attention was a female voice loudly reinforcing that she was no harm. Did this place blink me in here to just blurt at a complete stranger? His eyes fell upon a young lady who's expression screamed deer in headlights, it was quite a familiar view. He couldn't help but dumbfoundly lean forward, did he just yell at her? Oh dear....

He looked at the card still in his hand, then back at the girl. "O-Oh-OH.." He quickly put the card down. "I slapped this piece of paper, but I'm not going to hurt anyone." he quickly emphasized his actions. He wasn't sure how much she saw, let alone herd, but setting the grounds was a priority, espeically when someone was giving him that look-the same look that many aninals give when running from wildfires, headlights and people thinking they were funny.


HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt / Living Room / Rowlin

Rowlin raised a brow, seeing the girl jump a foot in the air. It was similar to most animals being spooked. It was both a fascinating yet nerving scene. She’s very terrified, but I know for a fact that the fear aura isn’t present... He glimpsed down briefly to see his shadow, Nothing out of the ordinary... He would have been relieved but the question now remained as to what was scaring her. He didn’t have to ponder too long as she offered something, even gestured to something that looked like a red gem. what is that? his green eyes widely inspected the item, it was something like a crystal yet something he was unfamiliar with.

Quietly he knelt down and picked it up. It felt like any ordinary stone, but something about it’s red color gave his jitters. “W-Wait is this blood?!” It started hitting him like a truck, the realization that he casually picked up blood was both dumbfounding and idiotic. dammit, i look like a child right now Holding it close, he could smell the blood, a synthetic taste which wasn’t off from humans. In this brief intimate moment with the stone, his eyes had unknowingly flashed violet in response to the unknown substance, it was brief and quick, before returning to its natural bright green state.

“N-No...” He snapped himself out of the distraction. He reached out as a soft means to return the blood bead back to the young lady. “I typically don’t refer to violence on a first meeting, unless that first meeting results with a violent intent. Otherwise it’s self defense and I didn’t engage first.” He went back to further assure the the stranger that he wasn’t a form of harm. “So yea, I only defend, unless I’m attacked first.” He tried to smile, but the stone in one hand, and the envelope in the other was just making his uneasiness escalate. He hoped she would step forward to retrieve her stone-as good as it appeared, he wasn’t in the mood for a new diet.

((No worries mate))
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Vince | m&m room | mintedstar/fur mostly
Vincent chuckled a bit at Myrnin’s answer, muttering what might’ve been a response but whatever it was, it came out far too slurred to be sensible. He then leaned his head back, watching Joey upside down as the murder victim joined them in consciousness. Staying on the ground himself, he raised one eyebrow at how quickly the teen chose to get on his feet; expectantly analyzing his wobbly and incoherent attempts to speak. His gaze traveled back to Myrnin, smirking. “Be patient,” he replied. He already was looking and sounding better, but he had yet to try and bring himself to his up as Joey had. He remained focused on the vampire instead, grinning at his comment. “Are you trying to justify yourself?” He asked, chuckling.
At the next couple of words Vincent took an opportunity to look around the room, first at Enjolras, as the man spoke, then Daud, then Shade, then Touka, and then back to Joey. He seemed to be waiting to hear his answer - one that made some sense. He ignored Myrnin’s offer, casting him a cold, yet amused, glance. He sunk back down onto his back after a moment, a smile playing on his lips as he listened closely to the words that were being spoken. Someone was going to give something up....soon.

Rowlin was indeed startled by the turn of events, more so the envelope in one hand, and now the blood bead which only intensified his uneasiness. He shook his head to the question, “N-No, this is the first I’ve herd of such a thing.” There were a few forming questions in the back of his head, but he was still trying to wrap his head around blood in a gem. He tried to picture it like candy, given that the young lady mentioned it was a food source. So this is like rock candy? He briefly looked at the blood bead once more.

“Synthetic blood..” He softly commented to her statement, his green eyes kept grazing over the stone. How does one feed off this stone? Physically? Is there a secret straw insert somewhere? His gaze briefly narrowed, thinking about the stone in his hand too intently. “I’m familiar with synthetic blood, I’ve seen variants; the methods vary in terms of legality but it’s still a new market .” Seeing her retrieve the stone, though in hesitation herself, brought him a tiny bit of relief.

Rowlin provided her with a soft chuckle, “I’m positively fine.” He reassured her once more. Besides, I don’t know how to devour it. His green eyes softened, observing the stone in her grasp. Though she was scared only a few moments ago, she was still slightly defensive, yet her grasp on the blood bead was distinctive, perhaps unconsciously intimate? He decided not to comment on her nonverbal actions, given her initial panic, and emphasis on it, it was clearly important. “Besides, you found it first, what right have I to remove something that is clearly yours.” He assumed, leaneing slightly towards his right. While blood was always a delicious thought, he was well off for the time being, which made his oblivious remark a blessing, in comparison to his typical starving state.

He couldn’t help but raise a brow observing her sudden cluelessness to their surroundings. He couldn’t really pin it, and yet like all students she spoke up answering his question, through her own question. “Ah right...” He softly turned his head behind him before returning his attention to her. “So depending on your experience, this will either make sense or raise more questions.” His green eyes scrolled along their surroundings. “This place is called the paradox house.” With the hand holding the envelope, he pointed downwards, “but we don’t actually know where here is.” He now gestured around the room with the envelope, “This is typically the living room, the place most er...guests arrive.”

He waved the envelope around in the air in a circular motion, “Still don’t know how to get here, you just sorta end up here. As to whether we make it happen, or it’s random, well, I have no clue.” His hand gripped the envelope rather aggressively as he continued gesturing around the room with it. “Whether it’s magic, technology, or faith creating all of this depends on our individual perspective, mostly based on our reality.” He started tapping the top of his head with the envelope, he really didn’t want it. “If you have any questions, please ask away, and I’ll try my best to answer it.” He paused his lecture, realizing that he might either be overloading, or not explaining enough.

Living Room / Rowlin / HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt

Myrnin | Living Room | <Raintalon>

Myrnin wondered how often Hange had run into a situation where they had to retract their fangs when they were hungry or angry. He doubted they'd run into that yet. It was very difficult to do so, and even for him it took a bit of discipline to do it on command. There was a lot of things that Hange still needed to run into, he was pretty sure. But he was still impressed that they seem to have mastered this small thing. They also seemed to have figured out their heartbeat a lot quicker than Sam. But all vampires were different in what they mastered before. Even sometimes things didn't always come with age. Myrnin was thinking of sun resistance here, even though it wasn't a skill someone could learn. Some vampires just didn't end up with a resistance to it.
He was broken out of his thoughts when Hange started talking about their experiments. His eyes were drawn to their hand, which he hadn't noticed before (why should he have?) and his eyes widened. What? What had they been thinking!
Then again, it never crossed his mind that they wouldn't have known about fire for the clear reason he had never told them.
Myrnin half reached up, gripping what he had left of his hair (which was a feat because there was maybe an inch to grip) and attempted to pull it out. He couldn't get a grip though, which was probably a good thing. Instead, he shook his head slowly. "Wha ... what?" He seemed shocked that Hange had even tried such a thing. He hurriedly grabbed their hand and looked at the finger tips. "You could have lost your hand," he said. Not phrased as a reprimand (which would have been, GASP, taking responsibility) but phrased as incredulity. He even checked that they had all their fingers, even though it was clear they did.
"Or you could have died, if it spread to quickly," he said, also as a statement of fact. There was a lot of emotion behind his eyes, but nothing reflected in his voice. Instead, he just seemed curious now. "But you've been testing healing rates. Interesting."
And being scientifically inclined and completely useless at actually stating anything which could help Hange, he instead added, "I heal faster than you do. So any knife wound would probably heal much faster as well." He seemed slightly interested in the fact that Hange was working all this out.
"Anything else?" he wondered. "You're getting food?" He wasn't actually checking on their well-being as much as he was slightly curious to know if they were feeding directly off humans or somehow getting ahold of blood. Also being a responsible vampire, he honestly didn't care which it was, despite there being pros and cons to each and not telling Hange this either.

Hange | Living room | mintedstar/fur |

Hange grinned, a slightly mad light creeping into their eyes as they held out their hand, proudly displaying their slightly crispy fingertips. "Right??" they said excitedly. "The damage was extensive in an extremely short amount of time compared to what it would've been to a human. And that's not even accounting for the incredible flammability of vampires - once exposed to even a small flame, my entire hand went up like paper shavings!"

They tilted their head, curious, as Myrnin went on. "Hmmm? You heal faster? Interesting - does that have to do with age, or are different vampires born with different capacities for healing? Or, perhaps, is it something I have not yet considered?"

They put a finger to their chin as he inquired further, narrowing their eyes. "Hmm...well, I'm beginning to get a handle on my speed and agility," they said, nodding slowly along with their own words. "I went through quite a few walls at first, testing my limits, but I believe that my mind is beginning to adapt to the new speed at which it's set to process information. Oh - food!" They interrupted themself, raising their voice in excitement. "Yes, yes - at the very first, it was difficult, and I did have to knock someone unconscious in order to feed the first time. But after that, I simply had to set up a mandatory program for monthly health examinations. The king was on board, because he dislikes having to deal with the routine health of his subjects in the first place, and between the survey corps and the civilians in the area I'm in, it's quite easy indeed to feed at least once daily."

They paused, mouthing silently for a moment, and then seemed to realize their mistake and took a deep breath. It was still difficult to regulate their breaths - usually, it was mostly unconscious now, but occasionally, they forgot to draw breath in between sentences and simply ran out of air entirely.

"The beauty of this method is that no one need know about the bloodletting at all," they said excitedly. "I am able to procure a gas that renders the patient unconscious for five to ten minutes in a low dosage, with minimal side effects, so I simply create the fabrication that the anesthesia is a necessary part of the examination. Then, once unconscious, they are bitten, examined, and returned comfortably to their homes. An elegant solution, is it not?"

With anyone else, they may have left that last part off for fear of seeming arrogant, but that had never been an issue with Myrnin. He, as a fellow scientist, was well aware of the benefits of taking pride in your own work.

Myrnin | Living Room | <Raintalon>

Of course it did, Myrnin thought. There's nothing much left in our skin to really stop the fire. At least that's how he thought of it and had thus worked out a confirmation for a couple years fairly far back in the past. He rubbed at his chin, considering. Then he said, "We're not as living as humans. Humans have much more use for things like, for example, sweat glands. Far more water for the flames to struggle with. Also, there's not exactly a lot to bother with when it comes to, say, the flammability of what is essentially a walking corpse. We do tend to burn far more easily." There were other reasons and measurements and the like, but he left those off. Hange could work it out themself if they were interested as he was sure they would be.
The other parts, however, seemed to interest them far more. Speaking as a vampire who still sailed through walls simply because he didn't care, he made a point to ignore Hange's observation regarding their speed and just reduced his reaction to an encouraging nod. He did, however, raise his eyebrows at the other words. "Oh? That is smart." He smiled a bit, a part of his manic grin making its way across his lips. "The way Morganville does it is a bit more transparent, but I hardly assumed you would be able to tell anyone." He wondered if they ever would. Or if anyone already knew.
"It is a beautiful system," he agreed.
It was also a rather impractical one. But once again, he was far more interested in the hows than the fact that Hange could have executed a much simpler option if they had just had a bit more information. But because they were feeding in a sterile and safe situation, there wasn't any way they could have run across the 'easier' situation. Which basically was the fact that they could hypnotize someone throughout the whole processes, which was a relatively safe option and skipped right over the use of anesthesia. But since they hadn't actually needed to yet, the instinctual reaction wouldn't have manifested yet.
"Did you have any plans next?" he asked. "Studies?" He was rather interested in how they were fairing, but was more interested in what they planned to do. Science was fun, particularly since he figured in a couple years they would probably be working up to the same area of research he was at.

Daud | M&M Room | Joey

An incredibly satisfied smirk crossed Daud's face as Touka tore into L. The detective deserved it, and Touka's actions only served to make Daud's respect for her grow. She could kill him, certainly, but there was more to it. Daud studied her, barely listening to Myrnin's retort. She would be a good, powerful ally to have. Perhaps they could set aside their differences and work together.

As L spiraled, Daud watched apathetically. He didn't care what the detective thought about him. He was a murderer. People died all the time. It just happened, so why bother getting upset? Especially if you didn't know or care about the person. Especially if the people came back to life.

Daud watched, feeling a prick of surprise as breath returned to both Vincent and Joey. The surprise was quickly snuffed out by an intense interest. The Outsider had the power to show visions, but to kill and revive? No. The Outsider could not do that. Ignoring the show with Vincent (as he assumed it would likely continue where it had left off), he made his way over to Joey, steps slow and deliberate, almost like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes gleamed with interest as he watched Joey move, all broken bones mended, including the neck. Fascinating.

He did hear Enjolras ask how much Joey remembered. The question gave him pause, and he stopped near Joey, casting a shaded look over to him. Yes, how much did he remember? As Joey lashed out, snapping that he didn't remember anything, Daud closed the remaining distance between himself and Joey and offered a hand to help him up.

"Welcome back, Joey" he rumbled, eyes gleaming. "The name's Daud."

And he had gotten away with murder.

Daud blinked onto the stage in a room that looked suspiciously like a theater. A huff of annoyance left him as his gaze swept his surroundings. Theater bored him. Why the nobility enjoyed it so much was beyond him. He certainly hoped they weren't being put in a scenario where they had to act. As far as he saw, he was alone, save for the suspicious mannequin holding a note out to him. Eyes narrowing, he approached it slowly, sword drawn. It didn't move, but the note had his name on it. Plucking the note from it's fingers, he started slightly as the mannequin vanished. Brow creasing, he unfolded the note.

He must die.

He who? Daud was still alone, as another quick scan of the theater revealed. And why? Not that he was picky with his targets, but there wasn't a reason or even a reward listed. Did this deity think he worked for free? After a moment of contemplation, he decided that perhaps the reward was favor with the deity. That could benefit him greatly in the future. Still, he was curious.

"Why?"

New writing scrawled onto the note.

Else the tables turn.

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"-hit!" Ah, a surpised yelped echoed throughout the unnoccupied room. Joey had blinked into the house ungracefully crashing into one of the many seats taking up space in the theater. Around him white and puffy flakes were plastered all over his now snow stained hoodie. Upon his entrance the teen held onto a nearby seat sustaining to stand under pressure. He gritted his teeth now that the fall had sent a terrible shock down his spine along with the realization that he was no longer in the freezing cold that was Mount Ormond.

Whatever or whoever had managed to stick around after each of his hallucinations had laid no claim to them. Of course, some recommendations had been made.The never sleep pills sitting in his baggy pockets had done little to prevent them much less make them feel less real. Well as real as a guy in some leather outfit could get.

"Lemme guess, this is the house?" There had been no point in hiding. He couldn't help but to call out, preferring to at least keep some distance between them.

---

That would be his target, unfortunately a little early. Fist clenching, shock flooded through Daud as the world didn't gray and time didn't cease. Shit. The target had seen him. Annoyed with both the House and himself, Daud transversed up into the rafters above the stage, effectively hidden from sight. Well, now he knew freezing time momentarily was useless. At least he could still transverse. Stealthily creeping through the rafters, Daud looked into the audience, honing in on the target. A man younger than him sprawled in one of the seats. He was covered in snow, he noted, watching as it melted. Interesting. He didn't recognize him from any of his prior blinks, which was a shame. If it had been someone from the question room, he would at least have the upper hand of knowing if there were any powers involved.

He started closer, only to stop. What if it was a trap? Eyes narrowing, he scanned the rest of the theater. There were usually more people, wasn't there? And if people could simply appear whenever, someone would see him. He had no qualms about being known as an assassin, but that didn't mean he enjoyed witnesses. Especially here, where the other people had powers as well. No, it would be best if the kill was stealthy and unable to be traced back to him.

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No matter how alarming his entrance was inside the theater there was no fretful movement. Unlike the other times, the newbie had time to sit up and take in the unsettling view. Chased or chastised was normally how these odd pauses in time time would go about. Anyhow that was enough reminiscing staggering back onto his feet. Balancing himself had been proven a tad difficult with the snow clumped to the bottom of his shoes.

Gaining stability had caused him to get sidetracked about a certain somebody lurking in the wide room. No longer did the suspicious figure plague his mind rather the concern if he'd make it back in one piece. He usually did, granted, there would be a knowledgeable person cruising around the corner. He readjusted his sleek backpack making very little noise shifting in a position that wouldn't get caught onto a door or furniture of any kind. While doing so he tapped a clip that conmected with the backpack's strap. A curled shape that nestled into said strap had visibly made him disgruntled. "Typical. " The teen sighed all the while leaving his back partially exposed to the noticeably absent crowd.

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Daud had heard rumors about an Outsider given ability that stole the target's body into the Void once they were killed, leaving behind no hint of foul play. He wasn't sure if it was true or not, but he found himself wishing he could do it so simply. Eyes narrowing, he sighed imperceptibly. There was no way around getting close to him. His bolts would be an immediate give away. At least the target wasn't watching his back.

Clenching his fist, Daud transversed behind Joey and in one fluid movement, seized his head and snapped it to the side with a crack as he broke his neck. Dropping Joey, Daud immediately transversed back up into the rafters, just in case someone else blinked in or Joey was somehow immune to his attack.

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It felt like an eternity had passed as Joey took another breath only for it to be his very last. His lungs didn't feel lile fire per say but the first tingle of pain struck down quicker than expected. He hadn't looked over his shoulder nor wise enough to move. All his senses were sharpened to a point it didn't seem possible. The now absent hands that had easily shriveled his spine swiftly moved from his field of vision which was no more. No shriek or attempt to fight of his assailant as his warm body hit the floor, a pitiful attempt was made to breath. In what was oxygen could only be percieved as a wave of burning sensations. Where there was formally panic now resided a numb feeling one that the twisted teen was not able to recall. Nor could he could recall much of anything as the world faded into oblivion itself.

He had very little experience when it came to death but truth be told - death was not an escape.

---

Daud eyed the body and waited. A minute passed. Then another. And another. Nothing happened. Brows drawing together slightly, he took out the piece of paper and looked at it. New writing had appeared.

Stage it.

Daud looked from the note to the body, a sardonic laugh leaving him. Stage it. Transversing down beside Joey, he picked him up, straining slightly under the dead weight, then transversed to the stage where he lay Joey down carefully. He studied the body for a moment. Anyone with half a braincell would be able to see that the cause of death was the broken neck. Could it be made to look like an accident? Curious, his gaze swept the stage. Behind the curtains in the back were makeshift stairs and ladders.

What a shame it would have been if Joey had blinked in wrong and fallen to his demise.

Scanning the theater once more to ensure he was alone, Daud made quick work of rolling a staircase out and positioning it near Joey. Finished with that, he moved onto breaking Joey's wrists and arm, as though he had tried to break his fall and failed. Everything else was too clean, however. To fix that, Daud bruised the side of Joey's face that lay on the ground, then broke his nose for blood to seep out. Finally, he repositioned Joey into a more believable pose, then stepped back to study his work.

Deciding it was good, the House blinked him out.

Mei | Art Room | strider |

Judging by her work, Mei seemed to feel similarly to Will about making messes. Though she was using no color, her hands and fingertips were already covered in dark smudges from her pencils, accumulating more and more of them as she occasionally stopped to blend the markings she made with a finger or with the side of her hand. Now and then, in between strokes, she'd look over at Will's art, curiously observing what it was he was working on before returning to her own work. For a long time, she didn't speak, but as the minutes ticked on, she finally opened her mouth, not taking her eyes off her own drawing.

"You draw pretty things," she observed, feeling an unexpected sting in her chest as his enthusiasm and the brightness of his canvas reminded her, starkly, or someone else. "You like pretty things? Colors?"

Myrnin | Post-M&M Room | ~∂єѕтιиу

Well ... Myrnin honestly didn't care who the murderer was. Nor did he have any suspicions that it was Daud. Maybe it really was Vincent, for all he knew. But that didn't matter so long as Shade hadn't died and Touka hadn't died and L hadn't died (and in some respects, that Enjolras hadn't died). Vincent could have prospectively been on that list too, if Myrnin hadn't been fully aware he would get an odd sort of kick out of being killed. For whatever game he was playing.
"No," said Myrnin to Vincent. "I'm not trying to justify anything. I figured you'd like the leverage for the next couple blinks though."
Myrnin half flopped down onto the ground, his short hair getting a bit dirty. Then his eyes glanced at Joey again. Hum. He would need to talk to that fellow. And maybe steal his caffeine pills.
"I want out of here," the vampire finally decided. He rolled over, getting to his feet in one movement. In the same instance, he grabbed both of Vincent's legs in one arm and his shoulders with his hands.
"You're slow," he said, lifting the man and at once trotted in the direction of the door.
He might just have made it out of it and into the next room when he blinked out, dropping Vince like a sack of flower.