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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 16, 2019 20:26:37 GMT -5
Hange Zoe | Board Game Room | mintedstar/fur |Hange drew in a deep breath, trying to catch Myrnin's scent. "Ohhh, it's difficult to smell your bloodline," they observed, round-eyed and curious. "It must be because you smell like me, then. I'm used to how I smell, and brains tend to tune out repetitive sensory stimulus." They grinned as he called their studies beautiful, and took a little mock bow before heading quickly after him, realization dawning on them that this would be their first room as a vampire. What new things would the House throw at them with their new physiology in mind, if anything? Would rooms get easier, or more difficult? All they had to do was step through the door, and find out. So they did. Immediately, they were hit with the overpowering scent of salt, water, fish, sand, and a multitude of other things that their brain didn't have names for. That, presumably, their sense of smell had been too dull to detect before. They blinked in the sunlight, wincing as their skin began to hiss and let off a bit of steam, and pulled their hair a little further over their face for protection, thankful for their penchant for long sleeves as they hurriedly stuck their hands in their pockets to avoid being too badly scalded. Then, as they squinted into the sun, their eyes widened, and they drew in a sharp breath. They were standing at a coastline, overlooking what they assumed, from the tales they'd heard in their world, to be the ocean. It was more massive than anything they'd ever seen before...or anything they'd even ever conceived of. So enthralled were they by the view, that they didn't even react to the burning smell the half inch of exposed skin on their neck was currently letting off. If they'd looked around them, they would've seen that the land was divided up very oddly. The beach ended abruptly several yards away from them, divided by a solid line on the ground where sand gave way to grass and rock. It looked as though someone had taken out an entirely different biome and just sunk it into the ground there, meshing the two areas together like puzzle pieces. A single sheep roamed the grassy area even further off, not looking up from its grazing.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 16, 2019 22:32:17 GMT -5
Brick smelled rather bad, in Myrnin's humble opinion. There was just something very … Industrial Age about it. Myrnin blinked several times against the light and looked around. He could tell it wasn't a normal forest room either. There was a forest … and then very suddenly a quarry. With a lot of bricks. Just sitting there. In the quarry. Myrnin squinted at it, then slowly spun in a circle. Unlike Hange, though he wasn't aware of it, he had cover from the sun where they didn't. He also for some reason had a very large mountain to his left as well. Bricks, mountain, forest. That was rather sudden for a biome change. "Odd," he said, adjusting his hat and beginning to walk along the line that seemed to mark the puzzle-piece like biome change. He was heading for a corner of some kind, and he found one soon enough. Mostly because a rather prominent road followed the corner. Myrnin tapped his foot against the stone - it seemed to have a slightly blue tinted to it - and looked down the very obvious road to the very obvious house. "What are you up to, House?" he asked. "Or should I ask that house?" He pointed at the distant house, then kept walking. Entering the house, which seemed like a normal house, Myrnin glanced around. Seemed simple enough. There wasn't a lot to say about it, other then the fact there was a table with a couple of papers on it. He approached it, but was just perplexed when all he saw was a couple of pictures on the pieces of paper. "Wood and brick equal one road …?" Myrnin wondered. He blinked, then looked further through the papers. One included a map. He lifted it, eyebrows rising. "Okay House … I know I'm on that blue house. Am I assuming Hange is by the other one?" He set the page down and glanced at the last piece of paper. A couple of dice were taped to it. "'Roll the dice,'" he read. "... Why?" He glanced around, then tried calling anyway. "HANGE!" |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 17, 2019 2:43:51 GMT -5
Heh, not all the beast's heads were quite so jolly it seemed. The blue eyed one that bore blue-green scales had an attitude on her. "Point taken." Sandalphon replied. His answer was quick, but one could tell from the smirk on his face and way he delivered his words, that he found the warning more amusing then anything. Arthur looked like he had things covered with the group's newest member, so the Primarch returned his attention back to Rai, figuring he might be more useful elsewhere. "Anyway, shall we-" He cut himself off when turned back around to find the patch of earth where Rai had just been completely empty... Wait, where had he gotten to?His head swung around as he quickly began scanning the clearing in an effort to find where the other blinker, an undeniable tinge of worry finding it's way into his chest. Thankfully that concern was short lived when he spotted the man emerging from one of the wooden lodgings. Interestingly, he was trying to get the rest of the group's attention with hand signals, so he must have found something. Sandalphon flashed one last glance back at Arthur and the Dragon over his shoulder, before returning his sword to its sheath and heading over to join Rai. The wind began to pick up a bit during the short journey over, enough to where it noticably ruffled the feathers on his wings, even managing to carry off a few stray plumes. The archangel took subtle notice of the change, but mostly kept it at the back of his mind for now. After all, it wasn't completely out of character for the weather to quickly turn dour at this time of year. Even still, he didn't completely wave it off. "Oh? What was it?" The archangel questioned once he arrived. Not having to wait long for an answer, the query answered itself right after it was asked. Something very audibly began jostling around in the brush at the edge of the forest, catching not only Rai's attention this time, but Sandalphon's as well. "Hmm, it's probably no more than a stray animal." He mused, looking back at Rai for a moment, only to return the young man's question with a nod of confirmation. "Regardless, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to go and make sure." -Forest of Nightmares Sησω mintedstar/fur Auransky |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 17, 2019 10:12:28 GMT -5
Hange | Game Room | mintedstar/fur |Myrnin's shout echoed around the house's walls, but due to Hange being halfway across the little world the House has generated, got no response. Hange, for their part, had finally pulled their eyes from the ocean and begun to scan their surroundings. "Agh, ouch, ouch," they said, suddenly, as they also became aware of the third degree burns that were spreading across their neck like a blight. "Hmmm....have to get out of the sun..." They squinted against the bright light of sun reflecting off water and sand, and finally, they spotted a very small house - more of a shack - positioned right in the crossroads of two separate streets. In a rush now that the burns on their face and neck were starkly reminding them of their new limitations, they rushed towards it and barreled inside, crashing headlong through the door as they failed to slow themself down in time to use the doorknob. Squinting in the sunlight that was now pouring in through the hole, they hastily grabbed a sheet from the nearby bed and draped it over where the door should've been. There. That would do for now. Heaving a small sigh of relief, they turned their attention to where they were. The house was tiny, and dusty - no one had been here in quite some time, if they were to hazard a guess. It didn't take them long to find the papers, and they shuffled through them, raising an eyebrow at the odd patterns and instructions that seemed to indicate how to create more structures. Roads, houses, bread, wool, and the like. Oh, right - they'd seen a sheep outside. As they grabbed the last available piece of paper, something fell off it and dropped to the floor. They stooped down, collecting the fallen objects, and turned them over in their hand - they were dice. Differently designed than the wooden ones they were used to, but definitely dice. They glanced again at the paper, to find a single word written. Roll.Shrugging, they selected one of the dice and gave it a roll onto the table.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 17, 2019 18:22:19 GMT -5
</div> Myrnin, completely unaware of what Hange was doing, was mildly surprised when the word 'Roll' appeared on his own piece of paper, scrawled in a hand he didn't recognize. Then again, he honestly couldn't say much about his ability to recognize handwriting on a good day. It wasn't completely impossible that it was the House. "Alright?" he questioned. He was about to reach for the dice when there was a knock on the door. Pausing, Myrnin turned. He couldn't actually smell anyone. Odd. It could have possibly been Hange, but he didn't think it was. The dice still gripped in one hand, the vampire walked up to the door and opened it. The person on the other side looked ... odd ... Myrnin wasn't really sure if he could put a description to them. But they tipped their hat and grinned a rather cocky and malicious grin. "Hello sir. Regards." Myrnin frowned. Then, as if his lapse of silence had somehow signaled that he hadn't heard, the figure repeated, "Hello, sir. Regards." Myrnin lifted his free hand and wiggled all the fingers in a wave. This seemed to fit whatever requirements the figure was looking for. "We're just a bunch of freelancers, ya see," said the figure. They pointed in the direction of the bricks that Myrnin could only just see. "We're going to be freelancing over there." The grin widened. "So, hope you don't mind that we're taking over and stopping all your brick shipments." Myrnin blinked several times, then shrugged. He didn't have much idea of what was going on yet. "Alright?" The figure pointed down at Myrnin hand. "Best roll those. Hange sends their regards and all." "Hange?" questioned Myrnin, his eyes at once flickering to the figure. But they were already walking away, waving a hand as they rejoined another group of just as oddly undescriptive figures. Distantly, Myrnin notices more of them starting to make camp around the bricks. "Alright?" he muttered again and turned away from the door. Faces the table, he looked down at the dice and then rolled them across the table. "Nine," he said. He looked up as there was a slight rubble and then turned to look out the window. The ... thieves? ... who had been making camp in the brick quarry or whatever it was called whooped for what seemed to be joy as a cart of bricks attempted to roll toward the house only to be stopped by a blockage that Myrnin was sure hadn't been there before. "Hum," said Myrnin, looking back through the papers on the table. "So ... brick is needed for buildings and roads ... how odd." He looked around the house. He wasn't sure what they had been there for, but in the corner of the house was a bag of rocks and precious metal (it might have been silver, he wasn't getting close enough look), a small pile of bricks, and then several logs. He'd just assumed the latter was for the fire. "Am I a ruler of a kingdom again?" he muttered. He looked down at the instructions. "Bricks and wood make a road. If that's the case ..." He pointed down the road he'd walked along to get here, a distinct suspicion on his mind. "I want to add to that road!" The bricks and wood disappeared. Myrnin watched, just a bit surprised, as a couple of nondescript ... possibly town people ... appeared on the edge of the road and started building. "Alright then," Myrnin muttered. "That's not weird at all." |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 17, 2019 18:49:37 GMT -5
Hange | Game Room | mintedstar/fur |Hange stared at their dice as it clattered across the table, then looked around expectantly. One second. Two. Three. Four... Slightly disappointed, they picked up the dice and rolled it around in their hands, trying to figure out what they were supposed to do with it. Why roll if nothing happened afterwards? It seemed pointless for the House to set something like that up, so...maybe they'd gotten a bad roll? They'd just barely turned back to the table, ready to roll again, when a heartbeat suddenly began to echo, loud and strong, from directly behind them. Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump.Slowly, they turned around, raising an eyebrow, and saw... A sheep. "BAAAAAAAAAAAAH," said the sheep. "Hello there," said Hange, taken aback but elated that the dice roll had actually worked. Although, why it summoned a sheep was beyond them. They had better find Myrnin. Maybe he had some theories. "Come along, sheep," they said, striding to the door and pulling the blanket off the broken frame. They draped it over their head to protect them from the sun, and then set out, their new sheep following close behind.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 17, 2019 19:05:42 GMT -5
"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. Rue turned to the rest of the room, crayon in hand. She’d never seen one before, but it certainly looked like the kind of thing one might be able to draw with, and Kid’s reaction to her suggestion confirmed that in her mind. The fact these there might not be a floor was somewhat alarming, though. She looked down, eyes wide. “You think? But then how are we...?” How was she going to finish that sentence? How did they do anything in the House? It wasn’t like it was pretending to make sense after all. She bent down to touch the floor, but there was nothing there, and she straightened up quickly. Nope. Not thinking about falling. Not thinking about falling. Not even a little bit. She did want to figure out how she was standing on nothing, though. “I wonder if we’re flying.” She suggested tentatively, only to look back at Kid and realize that he was holding the line he’d drawn. Her mouth fell open in a perfect little “o”, and she raised her crayon, hesitated...and drew a circle. Her hand closed around it. “Okay, that’s just weird.” "Agreed," said Kid, waving the stick around. It had weight and texture and a solidity that he shouldn't have found in a line that had been drawn from a crayon mere seconds ago. "This might be interesting," he commented. "Anything in particular you'd want to draw?" He wasn't sure if his hands were going to stay steady enough to do so for very long, but while they were he was going to use every excuse possible. He lifted his own crayon again and then started to draw along the 'wall'. He wasn't sure what he was aiming for, but after a second he realized it was a crude bird. He glanced over at Rue. "Not the best artist in the world." He allowed the crayon to trail along the last of the tail feathers and then watched the image. Nothing happened. He reached out ... As soon as his fingers touched it, the bird erupted to life, white wings with purple outlines along each feather. It looked almost as crude as Kid's drawing, but it flew with no problem, upward and then around Rue before heading off in a direction (if there was such a thing). "We might be flying," Kid said lightly. "I'm not sure we'd ever know," |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 17, 2019 19:35:45 GMT -5
"I write much better instructions," Myrnin commented as he continued to poor over the limited information that the House provided. He'd taken the instructions out of the house and followed the old road that he had come in by out to where the new road was being built. Surprisingly quickly, as it turned out, which was very unusual for any road Myrnin had ever seen. He glanced up from his piece of paper, which still included the map, and noted the fact there was now a new line on the board that probably signally his newly built road. "Hum. I was a bit afraid of that," he said. Then he hurriedly turned and grabbed a rather nondescript worker by the arm. Myrnin grinned politely and asked, "Wouldn't happen to know where another vampire is, would ya pal?" The worker at least didn't seem to be annoyed or scared. They just looked at Myrnin for a second before saying, "Gotta finish the road." Myrnin let their arm go. Probably not very useful ... talking to probably house generated people to get directions. Speaking of ... He looked to his right and eyed the odd visitor he had. They were still pretty easy to pick out, even without any defining or rememberable features. From their position with the bricks, they waved rather mockingly at Myrnin. Myrnin glanced to the right, and just saw a long expanse of desert pop up suddenly. "Something tells me that part of land is useless," Myrnin said. Though he did notice a few tents out there that looked remarkably like the ones currently set up with the bricks. Continuing down the road, he didn't pick up on anything for a while. Distance being what it was, he also wasn't sure if it took him a short amount of time or a long amount of time to reach the end of the road, all he knew was that by the time he did, the sky was starting to get a touch of amber sunset but he felt like he'd only been walking for five minutes. "House is weird as usual I see," he commented. He tucked the map under one arm and stepped off the road, following the division of biomes. To his left there was still a desert, but to his right there was no yet another single mountain. He glanced over in it's direction with a huum on his lips, only to stop and look ahead. "Hange?" he called. Okay, he was pretty sure someone was walking in his direction. Could just be another thief. But instead of waiting to find out, the elder vampire just broke into a run, his form blurring until he almost ran past Hange and into their sheep. He pulled to a very quick halt, bending over in the same movement, and looked the sheep dead in the eyes. It had no reaction, but Myrnin said, "Hey! You made a friend!" |
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Post by zeph! on Nov 17, 2019 20:38:27 GMT -5
(Sorry this took me so long again!) Spinel tilted her head slightly. "Why don't they have limbs?" She questioned, bewildered. Even the worm-things that Pink brought in had some form of them. "How do they move around? Just by wiggling like that?" She stretched her neck out slightly, looking a little closer with round eyes. She looked back as one of the creatures went onto Sandalphon's boot, before he kicked it back into the pile. "Did that guy not have them either? Why not-!" Her question turned into a slight yelp as the door slammed shut. She looked back with wide eyes, before beginning to wobble slightly as the room began to quake and the mouths of the statues opened. "Why is there sand on the floor? Is that supposed to be another trap thingie?" She asked Sandalphon, who seemed to know what he was doing. She couldn't see how it could be a trap, at least. The only thing that came to mind when looking at the sand was making a little sandcastle colony out of them. HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 18, 2019 20:48:45 GMT -5
Now, logically, what should have happened was The Doctor's eyes should not have widened in excitement and she should not have at once looked all around as if she was expecting all of this to suddenly have been delivered with a red ribbon around it. "Oh is it now," she said. She at once moved to a window, pressing her face against the surface of the glass and trying to see what was outside in the deep of space. But other than the dark areas where there were no stars, she wasn't sure where they were headed. Or even if those dark places were planets or asteroid or if they were even the ship's destination. "No, not good," she confirmed, though she didn't sound that distressed. "Guess we better find the main room of the ship." And she was off in a sprint in a apparently random direction with no direction to the several headed dragon or the probably confused Matt. "This way!" she called to them. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 18, 2019 23:02:03 GMT -5
Hange | Game Room | mintedstar/fur |"Landscape is relatively untouched..." observed Hange, strolling merrily along with their blanket draped over their head as they rambled on to their wool-covered companion. "But oddly broken up. Very unnatural - it's as if someone took pieces of all sorts of different places and fitted them together, like a massive, mismatched puzzle. Fascinating, isn't it, Mr. Sheep??" "Baaaaaaaaah," said the sheep. "And that's not the only odd thing..." they said, taking the dice out of their pocket and rolling it around in their hand. "This changes things. It summoned you, I think. Does that mean that this is the House's idea of a game? And if it is a game, what are the rules? How do you win? Or more importantly, how do you lose?" They frowned, thinking. "We need to gather more data, if we're to unravel any of this, I think - ah, wait, do you see that??" They squinted in the sunlight, peering ahead as they spotted a figure on the road. "Mm...it's...ah! Finally!!" They cupped a hand to their mouth and took a deep breath. "MYYYYYYYRRRRRRRNI - oh!" They cut themself off, realizing that in the split second they'd had their eyes closed, Myrnin had crossed the distance between them, and was now being shouted at from a mere two feet away. Then, recovering fast(perhaps faster than Myrnin's poor ears), they grinned, ecstatic at seeing their friend again. "Myrnin!! I was thinking you'd blinked out - where did you blink in to? It's unusual for the House to blink us to two completely separate locations, isn't it?? Then again, this entire place is odd...have you found any dice? Have you seen the odd way the landscape fits together? What about the papers? They don't explain much, do they? Do you think the House wants us to figure it out as we go?"
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Post by strider on Nov 19, 2019 15:48:58 GMT -5
Will | Art Room | <Raintalon> Will was watching Mei draw about as much as he was focusing on his own drawing. It wasn’t often that he got to watch how other people did it. Usually it was just him sitting at the kitchen table while his mom was doing work of some kind and Jonathan was cooking, or it was him drawing alone in his room when neither his mom nor Jonathan had gotten home from work yet. And sometimes he did art in class, but he couldn’t do that very often because he didn’t have anything to color it in with. Watching Mei’s process was fascinating. He kept working on his own, slowly adding in multiple shades of yellow and green on the stalk. He liked not having to substitute colors – at home his red was almost gone so he had to use green more often than not for things that were supposed to be red. Here that wasn’t a problem. “Thanks!” He replied, glancing again at her work. “Yours has a lot of detail, it’s really good! Pretty,” he added, smiling. He thought about her question for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. I like colors. And pretty things, but don’t tell anyone,” he laughed lightly. “What do you normally draw when you can draw whatever you want?”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 19, 2019 21:32:29 GMT -5
(You're good. ^^ Alright, how about for this first room, as the snakes are covered by the sand, they grow to be much larger and more dangerous to up the ante a bit more? >:3 The goal of the trap can be that they have to find the switch or whatever to get the next door open before the entire room fills up sand. This way, both of them will have something they can focus on doing, as one will have to deal with the snakes, while the other hurries to figure out how to open the door?) "They simply evolved to be that way, I wager. As for why exactly they did so though, I can't say." Sandalphon said with a shake of his head. That would have been something to ask Lucifer, he most certainly would have known. "Eh?" He looked over at the gem in befuddlement, Spinel's question confusing him at first. "What do you mean? Of course he-" Then realization about her words hit him and he was cut off before he could finish, the upper half of the Primarch's body starting to shake slightly as he began chuckling for a moment. She had thought he'd meant that in an entirely different way. Trying to start again, "No, this serpent did indeed have limbs." He replied, a small airy smile still plastered on his face, despite the distasteful subject matter he was speaking of. "What I meant before was-" Sadly, the moment of light-heartedness wasn't to last. Sandalphon was back at the ready when both he and Spinel were caught unawares by the door behind them falling shut, all feelings of hilarity leaving him as glanced around to face it with a glare. Then he heard it, a sound that filled him with dread. Something sliding open, followed by the noise of falling sand. "We need to move. Now." The Primarch hissed, returning his gaze straight ahead. He didn't bother answering his fellow blinker, figuring his urgent tone alone would be enough. The room was already beginning to fill with sand, the floor becoming less and less visible by the second. The snakes that had previously been there had all vanished. "Watch where you step. If you end up stricken, I'm afraid there won't be much I can do to help you." If they were both lucky, maybe whatever type of being Spinel was was immune to venom. Even so, it was still better not to risk it. While not exactly immune to it himself, Sandalphon didn't have to worry about falling prey to such things thanks to his regeneration factor, so the only thing he was concerned with was getting Spinel out of here. Getting out was going to be easier said than done. The door on the opposite side of the room was sealed as well, to nobodies suprise of course. He began making his way towards it, eyes desperately scanning around in hopes of spotting another lever to pull. Occasionally, his sights would drift down to the floor to try and spot any stray vipers. Strange how fast the entire bed has fled... Must have hidden themselves away beneath the sand.zeph! |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 20, 2019 2:45:23 GMT -5
Oh dear that voice was loud. Myrnin flinched a bit and sent a hurt look at Hange. Then he straightened just a little while reaching out to pat the sheep on the head. "Nope! No blinking out! Just appeared somewhere else." He used his free hand to wave off in the direction he had come from. "I take it the same to you." He actually took a moment to look Hange over and seemed something like a cross between amused and impressed when he saw that they were using what appeared to be a blanket to cover their head. "You could make a cape out of that," he noted. "Very stylish, capes ... highly recommend. Five stars." He patted the sheep head and seemed to remember, "Where did you get the sheep!" He seemed unusually happy that it was there. "I have found dice though," he said, holding out his hand. "And a person I can't remember or describe very well. Accept by describing them like that." He waved off in the direction he'd come from again. "Also papers. I have most of them here. Nope. Don't explain much at all, though I did figure out you can build a road if you point and yell 'road' and have enough of the items that you apparently need. I think the House just wants to make the rest confusing. Can I have the sheep?" He looked down at the sheep and petted it again. He seemed very enamored, all things considered. "There's a house. I have a house. But there's the odd person camped out next door. They have a bunch of tents and seem to be intent on staying there. Rather rude neighbors ... Want to meet them?" |
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Post by zeph! on Nov 20, 2019 20:43:20 GMT -5
(Thanks, and that sounds good with me! :3) "Oh!" Spinel said brightly, despite the fact that she still didn't exactly get what Sandalphon was saying about evolution and the like. But still! She made him laugh, even if it was by accident. It had been so long- the last time was probably in the Garden, with Pink. It was nice to know that she still fit her purpose, that she was still the best friend gem that she'd always been, even if she hasn't been in the game for a while. That when Pink finally does come back, they'd be able to have the same fun times as always. Spinel nodded slightly, shifting her weight in a failed attempt to keep her feet above the rising sand. Aw, her shoes would get scuffed. Even worse, the snakes were gone. She hoped they were okay. Those hopes began to dissipate, however, as Sandalphon warned her. She frowned again, testing her foot once more against the sand, but this time more cautiously. She'd never been poisoned or bitten or anything before, and she wasn't even sure how that would work. Would she just poof? Probably. She thought, with a jolt to her stomach. She'd never done that, either. She hoped today wouldn't be a first. She began to follow Sandalphon, looking around as well. Half of her didn't want it to be a lever; maybe it would be a button or some elaborate system of some kind! She smiled to herself, before a brown something appeared in the sand- like one of the creatures from before! She quickly scooped it up, holding it upside down with both hands as it squirmed wildly, making a loud hissing noise. It was a lot bigger than she thought, actually. At least, it looked bigger than before. "I found one of them!" She said brightly, before beginning to walk again, albeit more cautiously now that she had one of the things in her grasp. HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 21, 2019 18:29:09 GMT -5
Rue turned to the rest of the room, crayon in hand. She’d never seen one before, but it certainly looked like the kind of thing one might be able to draw with, and Kid’s reaction to her suggestion confirmed that in her mind. The fact these there might not be a floor was somewhat alarming, though. She looked down, eyes wide. “You think? But then how are we...?” How was she going to finish that sentence? How did they do anything in the House? It wasn’t like it was pretending to make sense after all. She bent down to touch the floor, but there was nothing there, and she straightened up quickly. Nope. Not thinking about falling. Not thinking about falling. Not even a little bit. She did want to figure out how she was standing on nothing, though. “I wonder if we’re flying.” She suggested tentatively, only to look back at Kid and realize that he was holding the line he’d drawn. Her mouth fell open in a perfect little “o”, and she raised her crayon, hesitated...and drew a circle. Her hand closed around it. “Okay, that’s just weird.” "Agreed," said Kid, waving the stick around. It had weight and texture and a solidity that he shouldn't have found in a line that had been drawn from a crayon mere seconds ago. "This might be interesting," he commented. "Anything in particular you'd want to draw?" He wasn't sure if his hands were going to stay steady enough to do so for very long, but while they were he was going to use every excuse possible. He lifted his own crayon again and then started to draw along the 'wall'. He wasn't sure what he was aiming for, but after a second he realized it was a crude bird. He glanced over at Rue. "Not the best artist in the world." He allowed the crayon to trail along the last of the tail feathers and then watched the image. Nothing happened. He reached out ... As soon as his fingers touched it, the bird erupted to life, white wings with purple outlines along each feather. It looked almost as crude as Kid's drawing, but it flew with no problem, upward and then around Rue before heading off in a direction (if there was such a thing). "We might be flying," Kid said lightly. "I'm not sure we'd ever know," Rue watched as the bird took shape, her eyes round as two moons. as nothing happened, she began to deflate. That was disappointing...and then Kid touched it and suddenly it wasn’t disappointing anymore. She yelped and ducked as it flew around her head, then let out a laugh as it headed off. So that was the point of this room. This was going to be fun, she decided. “Maybe.” She agreed, dark eyes sparkling at the idea that they were, in fact, flying. She turned and began to draw, dragging the crayon through the air until she had something that resembled a cloud. she touched it and it came to life, floating gently up and darkening just a little. When it was directly over Kid’s head, it rumbled and began to rain. Rue clapped a hand over her mouth to suppress her giggles, and quickly sketched...an umbrella. She handed it to him with one hand, still trying hard not to laugh. “Whoops. Sorry! Here.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 21, 2019 18:34:55 GMT -5
Rue blinked into the living room, her hands and face streaked with mud. She was lying on her stomach, heart pounding out of her chest. Her eyes moved rapidly around her, as though scanning for danger, and she let out a huge gasp of relief as she realized where she was. The tribute got to her feet slowly, brushing off her odd clothes. She was wearing a dark one piece jumper, also streaked with mud, and she had a fresh cut on one cheek that was slowly leaking crimson blood. “Alone.” She remarked to herself, glancing around. She wasn’t unhappy about that, except she didn’t want to think about home anymore and someone else might have distracted her. Aimlessly, she began to wander towards the hall, and the endless doors inside it. |
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Post by strider on Nov 21, 2019 18:36:42 GMT -5
Noah | Pogo Stick Room | mintedstar/fur Noah grinned, careful to stay stride for stride by Amico. Faster the voice in his head seemed to shout, the one that still wanted to be alive, that knew he could be if he could just fly again, like he’d done on his skateboard, that had dreamed of thousands of ravens flying and filling the sky. But that Noah didn’t need to be afraid here. That Noah had nothing to lose here, because the House had so much energy, and it didn’t take Noah much effort to hang on. It was like the decaying stopped here, in a way. A smile pulled at his lips. Stride for stride, falling back when Amico faltered, going faster when Amico got the hang of it in those little short bursts. He bounced in place when Amico fell, knowing he needed to be there to help pick the younger boy up if he needed it. But he didn’t need it. It was a beautiful thing, how resilient humans were. How much they could go through. The thought troubled Noah. Was he still human? Sort of. Maybe, not really? He certainly couldn’t be hurt in the same way. As they approached the finish line he shook his thoughts away and made sure to finish about two seconds after Amico did. “You won,” he replied, grinning. The smile fell, just a little, at the sight of the smudge on the little boy’s cheek. Just like his. Just like his but so much less permanent. He prayed to every god he knew that the little boy wouldn’t share his fate. That this wasn’t some kind of omen. “You fell and you got yourself back up, that’s why you won. Good job,” he added, shaking away the expression that had tainted his smile momentarily. “Are you alright?” he added, sinking to a knee so he’d be about the same height as Amico.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 21, 2019 18:37:20 GMT -5
Hange | Game Room | mintedstar/fur |
"Yes!" confirmed Hange, reaching up to adjust their glasses a little as the blanket on their head once again skewed them to one side. "I blinked in near the sea - you know, I'd never seen the sea before, it's incredible - and then I found a house. That's where I found the dice, and where I summoned a sheep." They rather appreciated that Myrnin didn't get overwhelmed by their rapid-fire questioning - he just fired answers back at them just as fast. That was a rare thing, in their experience. "Stars??" they said, confused, but moved on from that topic quickly, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "If I made a cape, my neck would burn," they said critically. "And probably my face. Oh, the sheep - " they said, interrupting themself again. "I rolled the dice, and he appeared. Apparently, one function of the dice is to summon sheep. And oh - roads, then. How interesting. It's like a board game. And yes, you may have the sheep, if you're so enamored with him," they added, tilting their head as Myrnin once again knelt down to pet the creature. Were sheep not common in his world? Or did he just behave like this every time he saw one? Some people were like that, with animals. They were distracted once again, though, as Myrnin mentioned another person. Oh, that was very interesting. "Oh.....you've met another?" they inquired, instantly zeroing in all their attention on the other vampire. "Yes, I very much want to meet them. What did they look like? Could you tell if they were another blinker, or House-generated? If it's the latter, I wonder what their purpose is..."
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"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Nov 21, 2019 19:07:42 GMT -5
Clementine appeared in the living room, fixing her hat against unruly hair. Her shoes, resting beside her, had luckily blinked in as well, and when she reached out to slip them on, gave a startled pause at the sudden room change. This lasted only a second, though, and her surprise quickly melted into a smile. She spun around to take the living room in, her eyes glittering hopefully to see someone she knew, though she found the house was quite empty.
The disappointed air was swept away when Clem's gaze landed on the hallway however, as she caught sight of movement just outside the door frame. The young girl rushed to finish getting her shoes on and jogged to investigate. She'd never been out this way before, and she felt a wave of nervousness as she stepped over the threshold with all the warnings she'd been told of the rooms echoing in her head. It was almost a relief to see the back of another girl rather than an unknown adult, and Clem picked up her pace a bit. "Um, hello!" she called out. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 21, 2019 20:41:08 GMT -5
Rue stopped at the sound of a voice behind her, and turned warily to face the stranger. It was just another kid, probably about her age. The other girl looked nervous, maybe new she guessed, and she let a smile onto her face to try and set those fears at ease. “Hello.’ She said back, raising a hand to wave. “...are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before. I’m Rue, by the way. What’s your name?” She always talked more in the House than anywhere else. Back home she kept quiet, careful not to call attention to herself, but here...here she let herself be just a little bit louder. Just a little bit more visible. Just a little bit more curious about everything around her. Maybe that wasn’t always the best idea, with the rooms being the way they were, but she did it anyway. She tilted her head to one side. If the other girl was new, they probably were better off not going in a room, but she couldn’t say she’d say no if it was suggested. She was too curious for her own good and she knew it, but what could she do about that? Be more careful? How careful could one person be, anyway? |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 21, 2019 23:03:45 GMT -5
Outside of the House, Myrnin hadn't seen the sea in years. But they were inside of the House, so that was rather a void point. Still, he found it odd that Hange hadn't seen the sea, until he remembered that in perspective they weren't blinking in as long as he had. Which was very hard to think about. Hange seemed like a very prominent person in the mythology of the House. "Summoned a sheep?" he said mystified. He wondered if there was a reason that Hange could summon sheep but he got roads. "I wonder if it's your dice?" he speculated. Then again, he couldn't be sure. He wanted to though. But that was the sort of experiment that Hange would have to do. "Could add a hood to the cape," he pointed out. "Very stylish." He pointed at the blanket as if he was wondering where that would cause the blanket to become what he wanted it to be like the road had. "Board game? I didn't think of that." Or maybe he had. It had just been one of many theories. He brightened up very shockingly as Hange gave him the sheep. He was grinning now, face open about how happy he was. "Thank you!" He did not explain the reason behind why he liked them. That was a story for another day or for when Hange asked, whichever came first. The sheep moved closer to Myrnin, butting up against him. Myrnin grinned wider, if that was possible, and let it chew on his fingers. "Yeah, I met another. Also, a bunch of people turned up to work on the road too. I'm pretty sure they're all House generated. Usually the House generated people don't have much purpose other than the one or two they needed for the room." He nodded in the direction he had come from, indicating the way they were going. "This way," he said, turning and heading in that direction. The sheep seemed to be following him now. "As for what they look like? No idea ... You'll understand if you meet them. They just ... don't seem to have much about them. Other than their outfit. Very dramatic. Had a hat I think." He tapped his own hat (and never once thought to give it to Hange). The elder of the two vampires walked back the way he had come, until they ran into the road again. He indicated it to Hange, though at some point the road had been completed without him seeing. The people building it had disappeared. It didn't take long to point out the desert and the distant tents in it. Then Myrnin stopped and nodded at the brick quarry. "As you can see ... someone's set up a bit of a camp. For unknown reasons." He waved at the figure that was still sitting on top of a stack of bricks. The person waved back, rather mockingly. "Think we should talk to them?" Myrnin asked, mystified at the reaction. "Or try rolling the dice again?" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 21, 2019 23:18:49 GMT -5
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. Sherlock | Window Washing Room | mintedstar/fur
Sherlock wasn’t sure what to do. He felt he ought to keep Kid as far away from this as possible, but the other man wasn’t exactly making that easy. Or the House, for that matter. Why couldn’t they both just stay away? Not that it wasn’t a taste of his own medicine. Maybe all the years of him interfering in everyone’s lives were finally coming back to haunt him, he thought wryly. More likely, though, it was the House’s doing. He could try and keep John safe; Kid wasn’t even giving him that much. It didn’t matter. He was beginning to realize that every case he’d thought he’d solved had been easy compared to this. He began to clean the window again, more just to give himself something to do than anything else. The case was getting bad. He didn’t know whether Rosie was dead or alive anymore, but he couldn’t admit that out loud. Not to Kid. Not to John. He had to be right. Everything depended on his guess now. He scrubbed faster, gritting his teeth against the onslaught of images that tore at his mind, clamoring for his attention. He wouldn’t give them even an inch, because they would tear him apart if he did. He knew they would. “Alright.” He said finally. His voice lacked the usual show of bravado, but it wasn’t quite as broken as it had been a moment ago. Solving a room was one thing he could do, after all. “But I don’t want to play this game anymore.” He continued, and began to dig through the cleaning supplies. “Look for chemicals. Or something very heave and something very sharp. Let’s see if we can break this glass and stop whatever’s happening ourselves.” It was a game that Kid wasn't sure they could avoid playing, but he really hoped that they could. He wasn't sure if they could, but he bent down and tried to look over the limited options in the metal platform that he was positioned on. The issue was ... he'd kind thrown the bucket over the side in the last attempt to break the glass. So that wasn't really an option for him to look through. "Okay," he said. "You having any luck over there?" There wasn't any bucket to look through, but that didn't mean he didn't have options. He approached the side of the platform and felt along the metal bars. There had to be an exit for it, right? A place with hinges. Even if it was useless, the House usually seemed to have an interesting attention to details. He wasn't disappointed. He found the small hinges, and he worked his fingers under the edges of one of them, working the bolts out. He could, hopefully, through a whole door at the glass here soon. If that would even work. But he didn't pay attention to that. He also didn't mention to Sherlock that he was missing most of the things he had just mentioned. After about a five minute moment to work on the hinges, he finally worked them out. One finger was bleeding a little, but stopped a second later when the injury wiped away without any sign it had been there before. Kid hoisted the door up, hurriedly backed away from the new opening into open air, and headed back for the window. It was a bit awkward to lift the gate, but he managed it. Then, without any ceremony, he used both hands to slam it against the glass. Cracks finally spider-webbed out from the force put onto the window. Kid took a surprised breath in ... then grinned. "YES!" he said, grinning. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 21, 2019 23:43:39 GMT -5
"Agreed," said Kid, waving the stick around. It had weight and texture and a solidity that he shouldn't have found in a line that had been drawn from a crayon mere seconds ago. "This might be interesting," he commented. "Anything in particular you'd want to draw?" He wasn't sure if his hands were going to stay steady enough to do so for very long, but while they were he was going to use every excuse possible. He lifted his own crayon again and then started to draw along the 'wall'. He wasn't sure what he was aiming for, but after a second he realized it was a crude bird. He glanced over at Rue. "Not the best artist in the world." He allowed the crayon to trail along the last of the tail feathers and then watched the image. Nothing happened. He reached out ... As soon as his fingers touched it, the bird erupted to life, white wings with purple outlines along each feather. It looked almost as crude as Kid's drawing, but it flew with no problem, upward and then around Rue before heading off in a direction (if there was such a thing). "We might be flying," Kid said lightly. "I'm not sure we'd ever know," Rue watched as the bird took shape, her eyes round as two moons. as nothing happened, she began to deflate. That was disappointing...and then Kid touched it and suddenly it wasn’t disappointing anymore. She yelped and ducked as it flew around her head, then let out a laugh as it headed off. So that was the point of this room. This was going to be fun, she decided. “Maybe.” She agreed, dark eyes sparkling at the idea that they were, in fact, flying. She turned and began to draw, dragging the crayon through the air until she had something that resembled a cloud. she touched it and it came to life, floating gently up and darkening just a little. When it was directly over Kid’s head, it rumbled and began to rain. Rue clapped a hand over her mouth to suppress her giggles, and quickly sketched...an umbrella. She handed it to him with one hand, still trying hard not to laugh. “Whoops. Sorry! Here.” Orange raindrops dripped down Kid's shoulders, looking slightly like someone had cracked an egg somewhere over his head. He didn't seem to be annoyed as much as surprised - and slightly astounded. He wasn't used to vaguely benign rooms. Which seemed to be what this room was. He took the offered umbrella - also orange - and opened it. It seemed to be functioning the same as a regular umbrella, in 3D and everything. He looked at the underside of it as the cloud above him continued to rain itself out. "That," he said. "Is very cool." He looked down at her again. "I wonder if there are limitations at all." But he didn't seem to mind if there was or wasn't. Instead, he used his own crayon to sketch out a circle. After tapping it, the circle dropped out of the white background, bouncing a couple of times on nothing in particular (the bounces were even uneven, some going further down than others) before it just rested near Rue's foot. "Hum," said Kid, wondering how inventive he could get. He set down the umbrella ... which also seemed to defy whatever passed for gravity in this room and stayed roughly at hip height ... and instead attempted to draw what soon began to look like a moon, albeit cartoonist in style. After a brief second, he touched it. Nothing seemed to happen for a while, but then Kid slowly watched as his circle actually seemed to start going through phases. "I wonder what would happen if we tried drawing something together," he said. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 22, 2019 16:13:34 GMT -5
Hange | Game Room | mintedstar/fur |WHOOSH. Kicking up a small storm of dust and chunks of grass, Hange was off, flying at top speed towards the stranger, so distracted by their appearance that they left without answering any of Myrnin's remaining questions. They skidded to a dead halt about six feet past them, then turned around and ran(at human speed, more or less) the distance back. "Hello there!!" they said, reaching with superhuman speed to poke at the person's clothing, pull up the brim of their hat, and overall just thoroughly invade their personal space right off the bat. Whether or not this frightened or irritated the strange individual didn't seem to be particularly high on their list of concerns. "What's your name?" they queried breathlessly. "Mine's Hange, and that's - " here, they paused, looking around, and then pointed, "my friend Myrnin. Are you real?" With that, they stopped short, their wide, owlish eyes staring intensely at them from behind their goggles to see how they would react.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 22, 2019 17:33:02 GMT -5
Myrnin |Boardgame Room | <Raintalon> It took less than a second for there to be a sword at Hange's throat and a dagger almost impaled in their gut. The tip just cut into the scientist's clothing, the rip of seams audible to Myrnin. Myrnin tended. He could probably rip the head off this House generated person's neck, but he wasn't sure how skilled they were. They might have Hange's head off just as quickly. "Nice to meet you," said the person, their voice more cultured than it had been when talking to Myrnin. There was also a deadly note to it that made it very clear that they wanted the attention on the sword rather than the pretty words. "And I'm not sure. Are *you* real? Honestly, I find I can solve existential problems far easier with a couple gold pieces in hand. What about you?" The sword pressed a thin line into Hange's throat. "Honestly, I would think you'd be questioning your existence right about now rather than me." Noted was the fact that they didn't give a name. Their hat, however, after Hange's tugging was at a rather awkward angle. "Hange," Myrnin cautioned. Maybe the first time he'd actually shown a responsible level of concern. "Maybe you might want to back up a couple steps?" The person frowned. Myrnin knew they were frowning but it was hard to describe how he knew it. "Why should they want to do that? Why should I let them? They walked into my territory. I feel like they need to pay the toll." Myrnin noted that this thief had gotten a bit testy as soon as Hange had walked into all the bricks. Maybe that was a mechanism of the House's game? He wondered if Hange actually had anything to give. Then he glanced at the sheep and frowned. "Psst," he whispered to it (eventhough vampires could hear whispers). "You can be Hange's sheep again."
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Post by dawn on Nov 22, 2019 21:50:24 GMT -5
Clementine stopped short of reaching the girl, her eyes rounded curiously, and a smile lifted up her features at the friendly greeting. "Sort of?" she answered, "I've only been here a few times so I haven't met many people." In fact, she could count on one hand all of who she knew. "I'm Clementine!" she introduced herself, using a hand to mirror Rue's earlier wave.
With a brief pause, she tilted her head a bit to see past the bill of her hat, her gaze flickering around. She'd been told bits and pieces, but standing in the hallway and suddenly realizing everything around her felt almost intimidating. Blinking back to her senses, she asked Rue, "so what are you doing out here?" |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 22, 2019 23:25:15 GMT -5
They had to move faster. This blasted sand was already becoming a pain to maneuver through. It wasn't like the firmer, easy to walk on kind that was at something like... Say the beach. This stuff was extremely fine, offering little to no resistance when pressure was placed on it. Sandalphon had to take larger, more calculated strides to keep from stumbling, each step seeing his feet already sinking up to their ankles. What a pain. If only he hadn't burnt through his power earlier, he could have easily made things somewhat less tedious by simply hovering above the floor. The Primarch was too caught up by both his search for a way to open the door, along with bit of internal sulking, to have noticed Spinel messing around with one of the mysteriously absent snakes behind him. She was quick to change that once she chimed up however, as he turned back around, bearing a focused expression and ready to dispatch any of the scaled beasts if need be. "Alright, leave it to-" Expecting to simply see the gem pointing at one that had emerged somewhere on the floor nearby, Sandalphon's eyes widened in alarm when they found the snake instead dangling from her hands as if it were a toy. "You fool! What in the world are you doing!?" Not only that, the damned thing had grown substantially. They definitely hadn't been that big when the pair had entered the room. He was just about to rush forward to try and knock the snake away before it could end up injuring her, but when he took one step towards her, the sand behind him exploded upward as something else came lunging out of it. Two, much more monstrous serpents, each well over the the size of a full grown human, flew towards the archangel's exposed back with their fangs bared. Sandalphon was caught unawares by the attack. He hastily spun back around, bringing his sword forward in an attempt to counter the incoming monsters. The action was sloppily executed, thanks to the unsteady terrain hindering his movement. His blade did manage to non-fatally catch one of the beasts across it's face, sending it careening off course into a wall as a spray of crimson dyed the sands red. The swing fell short of the second one, and he barely had time to raise a protective arm between himself and his attacker. Burning pain shot through Sandalphon as he felt the serpent's teeth burry themselves deeply into his forearm, his own clenching in a wince. He was unable to keep his balance on the sandy floor when the full weight of it's body collided into him, sending both of them skidding back past Spinel and across the room as if they were on ice. The hilt of his sword managed to slip from his fingers, much to his annoyance rather then worry. Tumbling through the air, the weapon landed straight up a small ways off, it's bloodstained tip firmly planted in the sand. A cloud of sediment had been disturbed in the wake of the tussle, making it all the more harder to see in the room. zeph! |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 23, 2019 14:38:15 GMT -5
Crutchie | Living Room | ®Hawkpath® Crutchie frowned. It almost seemed like Sherlock cared about him getting beat up, especially with him offering to help defend himself… he was just kidding himself. “Yes,” he replied suspiciously, eyes narrowed. “I know them. But they attack me and they don’t attack the littles. And I cain’t be armed or else nobody’ll buy from me. They see you attack someone and all the customers turn the other way.” He gritted his teeth, eyes drifting towards the hallway. He didn’t know why, but he had some energy that he rather wanted to work off in a room. Not that he was looking forward to going into another one with Sherlock, but if possible the other man was actually tolerable this time. “Morris and Oscar ain’t capable of doing too much harm, else they’d be fired. But they’se allowed to push us around a bit.” It was more clear than he’d meant it to be that “us” referred almost entirely to him. Maybe because he was easy to pick on. Not that he didn’t stand up to them in his own way, but… well, he was more frustrated about it now than he’d ever let himself be in his world. In his world he had learned to grin and bear it, but here he was allowed to at least be angered by it. “One day I’ll get ‘ta soak em. When I’m old enough to not ‘ave to hawk papers anymore.” Sherlock was half listening, half watching the boy curiously. He seemed quite upset by this, in a way that made the detective suspect he didn’t really get to let it out in his own world. Of course he didn’t, otherwise, like he said, who would buy from him? Sherlock thought he was beginning to get a grasp of the situation. The younger blinker was being picked on because of his vulnerabilities, which were more than just his physical disabilities. He was allowed to be attacked, he was not allowed to fight back. “Well, that’s hardly a good situation.” He decided. “What you should do is get back at them in a way that can’t be traced back to you. What kind of technology do you have? Anything you could tamper with while they sleep?” It was less that he seemed to care and more that this was a problem he could solve, and he needed those, now more than ever. With the situation in his own world, he was taking every small victory he could get, just to keep himself going. Not that there was any way in hell he was gonna tell that to this kid. He had a reputation to uphold, didn’t he? “Care to do a room?” He asked, noticing Crutchie’s wandering gaze and brightening up. “I’d love to. There’s no better way to think about something else, or have a good near-death experience, is there? Come on, come on.” He bounded towards the hall like a caffeinated puppy, turned on his heel a split second before he opened the door to grin at the younger blinker, then twirled around and disappeared into the hall. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 23, 2019 15:56:28 GMT -5
Amico rubbed at his cheek, but the smudge remained, marking a face that was otherwise young and open. If he was aware of the future, nothing hinted at this. Instead he just met Noah's eyes and answered, "I'm okay." Then he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Noah's waist in a hug. "I'm sorry you couldn't win too," he said to his new friend. "I wish my sisters were here too." He didn't get to play with them. Maybe if they were here, having fun, they wouldn't be so wary of him. He backed up and then glanced around the room. There wasn't much else to see, but Amico didn't mind. Instead, he had to ask, "Do you have siblings?" He shifted enough that he could pick up the pogo stick. He held it out and started bouncing again. He could be taller than Noah then. "Do you wanna play with other people? Have friends in the House?" |
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