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Hange | Game Room | mintedstar/fur |

Hange's reaction to the blades at their throat and belly, ready to skewer them at the slightest misstep, was to grin even wider, a dangerous glow creeping into their brown eyes as they didn't take them off the stranger for even a second. They leaned forward ever so slightly, quirking an eyebrow as the movement caused the dagger at their throat to cut into their skin ever so slightly, creating a sharp, unyielding pain they'd grown to recognize over the past several weeks' worth of experience.

Silver.

"Ahhhhhh, excellent point!!" they said, voice shrill with enthusiasm. "Incredible - I've asked scores of people that question, and you're the first person who's answered that way. Most seem determined to defend their own existence. Curious, isn't it? Without even giving me time to define the meaning of the word 'real', they're defending a concept they can barely grasp. It's absolutely fascinating, the human mind. A true work of - oh, a toll???" they said, interrupting themself. "Really? What sort of things do you collect? Money? Sheep, perhaps? I can't imagine it's bricks. You seem to have plenty of those."

They gestured wildly as they spoke, still not making any effort to escape from from the precarious situation they'd found themself in. They seemed perfectly content to hang on the end of the thief's blades, mere inches from being skewered, and have a casual conversation.

"I thought it was an excellent point too," said the thief, voice rather calm considering as far as Myrnin could tell they were a House generated human facing down a very real vampire. They grinned a bit, letting Hange ramble as if they knew the scientist had to come to a conclusion eventually. Myrnin wasn't so sure about that. Hange could talk. It was what he loved about them. But they did, eventually, come to a question of some sort that was masquerading as a conclusion.
"I collect anything this land has to offer," noted the thief, that same smile growing just a bit wider. There was a note of something in their voice. Myrnin inclined his head. Were they ... impressed?
Hesitantly, he took a step forward, only to freeze in place as the thief's eyes roved over to him, pinning the other vampire in a warning stare.
Then they were looking back at Hange.
"You have a sheep. That would do. Then I want you off my ... land." Myrnin once again found that their eyes had slid to him. He didn't like it. Though he assumed the pause was meant to mock the fact that all these bricks were owned by Myrnin but the thieves were currently camped out there.
"And," added the thief. "Would you be ever so kind as to roll your dice instead of waving them around like useless trinkets?"
The blade at Hange's stomache dug in a bit. The question was phrased politely, but Myrnin heard the threat underneath.

Myrnin | Post M & M Room -> Into the Fall Masquerade/Costume Party Room | @ anyone who wants to jump in

"I think," said Myrnin dryly. "I really want to eat someone right now. Preferably the bus driver."
He looked a bit annoyed as he blinked into the doorway that, about a minute or three ago his time, he'd dumped Vincent. Behind him was a theater than had honestly ruined lives and friendships and that he didn't want to think about. Ahead, rather sadly, was not the living room.
Myrnin groaned as he walked forward. He wasn't foolish enough not to notice that he'd been dressed up as soon as he blinked in. He also could smell the grass and crisp Autumn leaves. The next room was outside. It was a clearing, decked out in reds, golds, and oranges. This might have mostly been the trees - their leaves bright with the changing of the seasons - but there were also streamers and balloons in the same colors. They were tied to the tree branches, making a very festive feel to it.
Myrnin's eyes fell on the table now. Covered in food-stuff, by the look of it. Hopefully it wouldn't be a murder mystery dinner party this time. The food actually didn't look half bad. It was also Fall themed, including pies, and breads, and various other food items. Myrnin could, only just, smell food for a bit more ... inhuman taste. It was somewhere on that table, though he wasn't actually looking for it.
Feet - or rather black boots - stepping across crumbling leaves, the vampire bounced a bit on his heals. "Hum," he said. "Hum, hum, hum. Whatcha gotta say. Hum, hum, hum."
Then he turned, kicking up leaves around him. The black cape around his neck billowed out dramatically. He wasn't dressed as the classic Dracula vampire. Rather, his outfit was all black with silver (colored) buckles and tassels and trimmings. A cape adorned his shoulders, sturdy boots with a bit of a heel graced his feet, the front of them tapering to points. Even his hair had been styled a bit, the curls no longer a wild mass of short hair, but evened out to something almost fancy. What was really impressive, however, was the mask. It was a plague doctor's mask, black and with a short, curved beak. The eye-holes were wide, allowing Myrnin's green (and semi-reflective in the shadow of said mask) to shine from within their depth. The edges were trimmed with the same silver curls, like a stylized version of vines. Each wave dipped below the beak in just a way that it made the bird-like mask almost seem like it was grinning in the same manic fashion Myrnin so often did.
It was an impressive costume and Myrnin loved it. Now he just had to watch the door, waiting for the others to join him.

Damnit. They didn't have time for this nonsense!

The nerves in his arm felt like they were on fire, and that sensation was beginning to spread, meaning the beast had managed to shoot some of it's venom into his body. "Out of my way!" Sandalphon angerly spat. Instead of hindering him, the pain only served to bolster his annoyance. As he got to his feet, rather then simply trying to pry the viper off his arm, which might been the more reasonable course of action, he mustered up as much force as he could and swung his injured limb around, slamming the thing's head against the closest wall. Despite lacking most of his magic, he still had plenty of physical strength. The force of that blow would have crushed metal, and it did the same to the monster's skull. It's long body fell limp, vice like jaws loosening their grip.

Hearing Spinel's stumbled words coming from beside him, Sandalphon's gaze turned back towards her, his red irises still burning with irritation. When he saw the panic in her expression, his forced his own to soften slightly. He responded by giving her a small reassuring smile in an attempt alleviate her worry. "Don't worry. It will take more than a few overgrown reptiles to put me down." Now that there was a temporary lull in the action, the archangel's senses began working properly again, causing him to start wincing as the poison worked it's way past his shoulder.

Quickly, before the dead beast's entire venom reserves could drain into his veins, he reached over with his free hand and pulled it off, tossing its corpse aside like the nuisance it was. "It got lucky." Had the situation been more favorable, both those things would have been burnt to ash before they could have even got close.

Sandalphon gave his wounds a short look over, unable to resist a sigh at the sight awaiting him. His arm looked like it had been used as... Well, a chew toy, both the skin and clothing covering it in shreds. Slamming his attacker against a wall probably hadn't helped that at all... No longer staunched by the snake's teeth, streams of blood now freely poured from the numerous lacerations, drops falling onto the sand below. Red stains now marred his outfit as well.

Great, how was he going to explain this to the Captain when he got back...

"If you mean do something about this, then no. Give it a second. It'll solve itself." He told Spinel. Exactly as he said, it wasn't long before the flow slowed, then finally ceased altogether. The archangel's flesh started visibly mending together as his healing factor kicked in, repairing physical damage at a much faster rate then any human's would. The venom ailing him would soon be purged as well, but that was going to take a bit longer, allowing it to continue on it's course for a short time.

It mattered not. Time was growing short. The sand in the room had just about reached knee height.

Plus, an old friend had roused itself awake...

The sand in the other side of the room stirred to life, a freshly wounded face rising from beneath to glare at the two blinkers with it's one good eye. Like before, it wasn't alone, two more large vipers emerging behind it.

"Hmm. Back for more, are they?" Sandalphon returned the serpent's stare with one of his own. In the corner of his vision, he subtly spotted his lost blade off to the side, still lodged in a sand pile. With that, his next course of action was decided. "So be it."

He was ready. First time around, the monsters had gotten the edge on him thanks to suprise and unstable turf. Unluckily for them, that advantage had just run out.

Without looking away in case he were to lose sight of them, he addressed Spinel. "Actually, there is something you can do. Can I rely on you to figure out how to get that door open?" He asked, "I'll keep our foes busy for as long as I can." He would have preferred to wait for a solid answer from her, to properly plan things out, but the snakes were having none of it. The trio rushed forward, rapidly carving their way towards their targets across the sandy floor.

Once again, albeit this time the circumstances much more dire, the Primarch was placing his trust in his rather childish companion.

He was just about to leap into action, untill a short coughing fit abruptly overtook him. Accursed toxin was getting into his chest, that was certainly going to make things more interesting until it cleared... Regaining his composure, his wings sprouted from his back and he pushed into the air, sharply veering to his left instead of charging his enemies. The fit was tight, the space between the floor and ceiling continuing to shrink, leaving no room for mistakes. He reached out to retrieve his sword as he passed over it, a smug grin crossing his face at the feeling of it's hilt back in his grasp. Armed and fully on the offensive now, he set his sights on the oncoming threat, his weapon at the ready as he engaged them.

Now to buy Spinel some time and finish what these serpents had the gall to start...

Ronan | Party Room | everyone

Ronan blinked in, his fist pulled back as though he were about to punch whatever had been in front of him.
He froze. This was both because he was not where he’d been a second ago, and because he was not wearing what he had been, also a second ago. Instead, he was dressed in a dramatic black suit, with fancy silver buttons sewn on in various interesting places. Shiny black boots came halfway up to his knee, and black leather gloves covered his hands, except for his fingertips, which were adorned with long, cruel looking talons. He was wearing a long, feathered black cape that swept out behind him, and his ears were suddenly pierced, black feathers hanging down to his sturdy shoulders.
Over his face was a black mask, the left half of which was adorned with carved ravens. The right half looked as though it had melted, and in its place more ravens were flying as though they’d escaped from the metal, their wings stretched out and their beaks like knives.
Ronan slowly put down his fist. He had no idea where he was. The memory of his short time in the previous room was there, but he wasn’t connecting it to this room, because they looked so completely different and he was used to dreams taking him to places he didn’t understand.
Then he saw Myrnin , and his sharp blue eyes widened. “Hey, you. Myrnin, right?” He called, heading over, his feathered cape billowing out behind him. “What the (oops). What happened to Paradox Land, or whatever this place is?”

Matt | Masquerade Room | everybody but specifically mintedstar/fur |

"Look, Halloween can be as gay as you want it to be, so..."

Matt trailed off and stumbled a little, startled as the carpet under his feet was replaced with grass and leaves, and the dingy apartment around him replaced by a wide-open clearing, the sun shining through the trees and seeming to set the entire place on fire with color.

"Woah..." said Matt, and then blinked, realizing that his surroundings weren't the only thing that had changed. He was now wearing a three piece tuxedo, black and white with a wine red jacket over the entire thing, the rainbow pocket square adding a bit more color. He reached up with a gloved hand and felt his face, noticing the mask - but the House wouldn't let him take it off, so he could only guess at what it looked like.

The mask, as anyone but him would see it, was a simply shaped masquerade mask made of metal lace, a gradient of red to violet making it seem to glitter and change as he moved through the light. Half of it was longer than the other half, curling up to disappear into his hair, which was more or less the same cut as usual, but looked as if it had been washed, brushed, and perhaps held in place by a bit of styling.

His face lit up when he saw the food table, and he quickly crossed the clearing, grabbing a plate and beginning to shovel something from almost every category onto his plate, until he had a heaping, precarious mess of potatoes, pie, candy, and everything else he'd been able to grab before he ran out of space. The food looked incredible - it almost made up for the itchy suit the House had, for some reason, felt the need to stuff him in.

"Hey, Myrnin!" he called, waving at the vampire as he rejoined the group, plate in hand. "Wild room, huh?"

"Alright," Spinel replied uneasily, looking a little shaken. He didn't look okay, at least to her. The best friend gem wasn't probably the best judge either, though. Still, it was a relief when he began to heal.
She followed Sandalphon's gaze to the snakes, shifting on her feet slightly with a small, "Oh." Would they try to hurt them again? Probably- if they were mad before, they sure must be furious now.
The gem frowned to herself slightly, and gave Sandalphon a little nod. "I'll try," She said simply. With that, she glided quickly across the sand once more, popping up this time near the door. Her feet immediately slid into the sand and up to a little higher than her knees. Spinel hadn't realized it was filling up so fast, but that wasn't really something she had to worry about as much. She planted her feet firmly onto the ground, extended her legs to be a bit higher above the rising sand, and studied the door.
She frowned, stumped. There wasn't anything that showed it connected to somewhere in the room, so she would just have to search randomly. "Alrighty..." She mumbled to herself before zooming away again. This time, she searched the different corners of the room, taking a second or two to look around before racing away again, oblivious to whatever was going on with Sandalphon and the creatures he was fighting.
Finally, she went to the middle of the room and looked around in a desperate hope that she would see something out of the odds, to no avail. She frowned, taking a step forward- only to furrow her eyebrows even more. There was something under her foot.
It didn't feel like what one of the creatures would feel like- it wasn't writhy or squishy or anything, for one thing. It felt solid, really close to the floor and, admittedly, a little fragile. Like one of the pieces could move really easily...
Spinel brightened slightly. Then, she leaned down, and stretched her arm out. It began to burrow into the sand as the gem prayed she wouldn't get bitten, before reaching the stone floor. She felt around for the lever for a moment and finally grabbed the handle. Then, she flicked it up.
There was another grinding noise as the sand flow abruptly stopped and the door opened. The sand and creatures began to spill out into the next room, to Spinel's satisfaction, before she tumbled over in the direction they were flowing in. She laid in the remaining sand for a second or two, and then finally got up and dusted herself off. She then looked at Sandalphon with a beam. "Did it!" She announced proudly, as if it wasn't obvious from the door opening.

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Hange was an idiot and that was possibly another reason why Myrnin liked them. Not that they weren't smart - they were very intelligent - but like him they had a tendency to do things which completely lacked judgement or foresight (say, like, turning one of your best friends into vampires without thinking about the consequences). Therefor, he wasn't exactly expecting things to go bad that quickly, but he wouldn't (later) say he was surprised.

He was, however, already moving the same time Hange was. It was just as he feared - since he was nowhere near quick enough.

"H-" was all he got out.

The thief clearly knew what the punch was aiming to do - or at least they assumed it had something to do with a distraction while Hange grabbed for the sword.

The sword moved, almost making it out of the way before the vampire grabbed it. Equally so, the punch almost landed. However, the thief seemed to avoid real injury, the punch just grazing their nose while Hange wasn't so lucky.

The knife buried itself almost up to its hilt in Hange's gut, the silver already hissing against their skin. Instead of backing away, the thief actually took a step forward, eyes bright with fire. "Trying to be funny?" they said. "I can be funny too."

They had let go of the sword, knowing Hange probably would have to as well unless they wanted to scorch their fingers. Now both hands were on the knife and they didn't seem to intend to withdraw it any time soon.
Myrnin had stopped again. Because the thief could and was still doing a fair amount of damage. It would be ... very painful for a young vampire to be injured with silver. (Then again, Hange had set their hand on fire.)

Will | Art Room | <Raintalon>
Mei was pretty when she smiled. Will didn’t think he had seen her do it very much since she had blinked in, but it made her slightly less intimidating. Not that she was really intimidating, of course, but she seemed intense. More intense than a lot of people that Will was used to dealing with. He paused in his own drawing to wait and hear what Mei had to say in response. He wasn’t disappointed. She was intense… and mysterious. Will found he liked her, though he wasn’t sure he had any reason to yet. Perhaps their shared interest was enough?
“That’s not odd,” Will murmured after a moment. It wasn’t exactly how art worked with him. He supposed he had had the feeling before – every once in a while when he wanted nothing more than to clear his head and empty it onto a blank paper, but more often than not he drew simply because his words weren’t enough to express what was going on in his head, and in order for people to understand they had to see it. For example, nobody could imagine Will the Wise exactly correctly, because he defied logic. But when Will drew him, people understood. So perhaps his his reason for drawing was less ethereal than Mei’s. “I’d like to see some of those ideas at some point, if you ever blink in with them,” he added, “It seems like they probably mean something important if they’re so desperate to be drawn.”

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Vincent | Masquerade Party Room | @/anyone

Vincent had no objections to being picked up and hauled out of the room, though perhaps he seemed annoyed after being dropped like corpse once the two passed the threshold of the new area. He landed on his back hard, blocking the doorway for anyone who planned to follow after the pair - unless of course someone decided to step over his body. He closed his eyes for a moment, reflecting on the room for a moment. Based on what Myrnin had said, in comparison to the previous analysis on the vampire, it was likely he’d gotten the culprit wrong. Or he’d seriously misread the room. One of those was more doubtful that the other. After all...the suspect’s life had been in danger. His gaze flicked towards Daud, reconsidering what he’d been thinking about earlier. He’d already decided Touka was likely innocent...which left Shade, Myrnin, Enjolras, L, and Daud. Most of which were individuals with several factors contributing to their likely innocence. He’d mostly ignored Enjolras throughout the room, and frankly, he planned to continue with that. Myrnin and Shade, however, were two he didn’t like blowing off easily. L was the same, and Daud was...perhaps looking more likely as he sat up and heard the loud crack of his neck as he turned his head towards the ennard of the room.
He cursed to himself quietly, noticing his change in attire. He wore an entirely black suit, though the inside of his jacket was a vibrant gold. His hands had been covered with white globes, and looking down at himself he realized his attire had not been tailored for the modern era. The shoulders were pointed ever so slightly, and his collar reached up his neck enough it rubbed against his scar, slitted centrally until just above his collar bone. His pants were high on his waist, constricting almost, four golden buttons aligned in vertical parallel pairs at the front. His shoes were uncomfortable, but of more important note was the mask covering the upper half of his face. Three long tendrils extended from the mask’s top end, all gold in color and curling delicately. Each topped with a round bell. The face of the mask was white, though golden patterns decorated the space. Around his eyes the color was heavy, darker as it reached the shaped holes for his vision. He felt the features of the mask as he slowly rose to his feet, noticing its design fairly quickly. A jester’s mask. Perhaps that was fitting…
He breathed in softly as others joined him again - including Myrnin. He tilted his head curiously as he observed the vampire, trusting in his comprehension of the man’s body language to better confirm his identity than just the sound of his voice. He then glanced back to the door he was lingering by, staring through to see who was left from the mystery room. Then he found his way back to the others in the room, observing them silently as they discussed the food that had been presented to them.

Hange Zoe | Game Room | mintedstar/fur |

Hange stumbled backwards, releasing the thief's arm as the pain in their gut took priority over maintaining their grip. Their head was swimming, but they stood up more or less straight anyway, blinking as they tried to bring their eyes into focus to stare at the thief.

Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump. They could smell blood.

"Oh, I think you should probably run," they said lightly to the thief, feeling fangs brush against their lips. Their eyes were red, too, though they had no way to know that. Reddish tears leaked from the corners of those red eyes as well, but out of pain rather than any negative emotion. "Otherwise, I think I shall do what Myrnin suggests."

And with that, their knees gave out, and they leaned heavily on Myrnin, a blood-streaked hand grabbing onto his clothes as they fought to stay upright.

Ronan | Party Room | everyone but mostly mintedstar/fur and strider

“Riiiight.” Ronan narrowed his eyes through his mask at Myrnin. It was hard to tell whether he didn’t believe the vampire, or was simply not feeling very sociable. As if he ever was.
He drifted towards the table of food, his nose working to detect the various smells of autumn food. According to Rainbow Man, they were edible, but then again who knew with dreams. They could turn into scorpions while you were swallowing them. He didn’t feel like risking it.
He reached up to take the mask off, but it stayed firmly over his face. He tugged harder, but it didn’t even slide from its spot, which was...mildly infuriating. No. Very infuriating.
“Well, this sucks.” He muttered, dropping his hands and heading away from the food, taking in all the people in the room...wait.
What.
He didn’t move. He couldn’t see the other boy’s face, but the shape of the face, the way he stood, the shade of the blond hair was all so familiar. Dread stabbed deep in Ronan’s gut, because if a copy of Noah was here with him, the chances of this turning into nightmare were way too high. He hated dreaming about his friends, hated it even more than the monsters that tore him to shreds and sometimes escaped his mind to terrorize him in the day as well. He could deal with that.
He really didn’t want to see Noah torn apart. He closed his eyes and focused his thoughts.
It isn’t Noah. It isn’t Noah. It isn’t Noah.
He opened his eyes.
It wasn’t Noah.
He wouldn’t let it be Noah.