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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 1, 2019 23:05:48 GMT -5
Archie was absolutely on board with sprinting gleefully across the bobbing yellow fellows, and as soon as Adrian had initiated the activity he promptly joined in, even passing the young boy for a moment. This was quite exciting, wasn't it! It had been a while since he'd had any adventures that involved water... Aside from that time when he'd cornered a pair of travelers and dragged them into a ten foot deep rain puddle. Fun times, that. But then he became aware of his companion. Or rather, the lack thereof. "Adrian? Young man?" he called, looking over his shoulder only to spot him slipping into the gaping black depths. His eyes narrowed and he braced himself, bunching his pasta-resembling legs against the large duck he'd stopped on. In a flash, he'd pushed off of it and was racing across the ducks back to his companion, so fast the ducks he stepped over barely dipped under his weight. No way in hell he was gonna loose a friend to the house! Absolutely not. Nope. Not ever. The house could kiss his ketchup-flavored(don't ask) ass before he let that happen. Quickly, he nabbed Adrian's lovely little practice sword, then swam up and grabbed onto the young boy before they bust through the surface of the water. Hoping to put his fears somewhat to rest, he grabbed him under his arms and lifted him far above his head, keeping him a good distance above the swirling darkness below until he found a better place to stick him. Slowly he began to float, looking about for something more stable. All of the ducks were sort of puny here... but... Aha! He shot off again, pulling his little friend with him. About a hundred feet away was a large duck. Skidding to a stop, he set him down ever so gently on it then quickly stepped back to keep from adding his own weight to burden the passive duck. "You alright, kiddo? That looked pretty scary," he said, winding his limbs around the upper portion of the duck he'd taken to grappling. Adrian held on to the duck's neck, looking over Archie in shock. He honestly hadn't expected the ... well, he hadn't expected Archie to save him. He was breathing hard, arms wet and slippery around the rubber of the creature. He knew perfectly well that he couldn't swim and that water itself was bad for vampires. Dhampires ...? Well, he wasn't sure about that one. The topic of conversation had never exactly come up. But needless to say he was not super confident that it would be harmless to him. Not like, apparently, it was for Archie. "I'm okay," he said, almost hurriedly. "I'm okay." His eyes were a bit wide. He looked over the rest of the ducks, once again not confident that he'd make it across. After a second, the boy's feet lifted off the ground a couple of inches. The hovering was unsteady, and he kept rising and falling, but he seemed a bit more confident in staying afloat when he was almost weightless. "Which way should we actually go?" he asked Archie. "What do you do in ... 'rooms' to make them stop?" He looked around as if checking for answers. "Because I really would like to leave now." Archie waited patiently while Adrian regained himself, rocking back and forth and bobbing about on his tragic yellow victim. "Well, every time I've finished a room here theres something that has to happen, some trigger like I said earlier. Maybe we have to sink them all, or get to a certain point in the room. Maybe we should try to round them all up?" he suggested, hastily relocating to a new duck once his began to sink under his weight. He did feel a bit of sympathy, or pity. Couldn't remember which was which. Maybe concern. The kid was having a hard time, and this seemed to be a pretty rocky room to be in. There was no obvious solution. Not that there ever was. Also, this kid had no idea what the heck a rubber duck was, so that would be pretty awkward too. "Yes, I think rounding them up would be a good place to start if you're looking for something to get set on. I could try and do it by myself if you want," he offered, figuring perhaps he might be grateful for an opportunity not to face what was obviously a very prominent fear. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 1, 2019 23:20:16 GMT -5
Vincent | Party Room | Shadepelt15 The clearing was filled with the sound of laughter, temporary singing, voice chatter, and then suddenly the loud exclamation of Spinel as the trio seemed to decide on a party game. It sounded like most social interactions would, but at the moment it seemed frustrating. He had just died and unlike his world he’d been wondering if he’d get any kind of sympathy. Wait...no that wasn’t why he was upset. It because he had a murder to solve - and he was letting himself get distracted. Hell, this whole place was a distraction. Five minutes ago he’d kissed a goddamn vampire. That’s when it had happened too: Daud voted for him and he dropped dead a few seconds later. Why had Daud voted for him? At the time it seemed like a bitter, almost comical, attempt to end the room; but now he had to wonder if there was more to it. With Myrnin managing to do a halfway decent job of clearing his name, and with the left handed thing looking less and less likely, it meant Daud was someone he needed to seriously consider as the culprit. Snapping someone’s neck from behind that easily took practice, or at least some serious strength, and recently he’d discovered Daud had both. With that considered, Shade and Touka were still suspects. Shade especially after Touka’s unrehearsed stunt with Myrnin. Enjolras remained almost entirely off the board and L? Well...L was a maybe. Supposedly the man was a detective, wasn’t it his job to be thinking about this crap? Oh well, without his suspects around to interrogate everything remained a big question mark. It was a good thing he reached this conclusion when he did, because very soon after he was joined by the ever overwhelming Archie. The god shamelessly loomed over him, dressed in a far less...discreet attire. He supposed the peacock aesthetic was fitting. “Archie,” he greeted warmly, but his tone was hard to place. At the question he chuckled, “Hmm, do you prefer the more modest look or are you just being appropriate?” He smirked, referencing the...not so modest amount of skin the skirt of their last encounter showed. The god hadn’t seemed bothered by that getup either.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 2, 2019 0:00:22 GMT -5
Archie | Masquerade Room | ~∂єѕтιиу"Oh this old thing? Well, frankly I didn't have much choice in the matter, in either case... But I do quite like the utter bedazzling quality this one has. The last one was a bit... lack luster, you know?" He didn't twirl this time, but did sway his hips ever so slightly, and thus his exquisite train followed suit. If only he knew about the whole ordeal Vincent had just gone through. The poor bastard would probably loose his mind with all the nagging he would go through. The questions would be never ending. But... Tragically... He had no idea. So instead, he had to deal with the prying gleam in his eyes, and the subtle flash of his tongue over his teeth as he leaned in closer to him. Only to hastily lean away. "Aside from me, though, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to decide what you look better in. The pirate get up was pretty nice, especially the stockings. But, obviously, despite all its glory it wasn't made to fit you." He cleared his throat and glanced at his chest, then continued, "This one is, however, and does look quite nice. Very fitting... fitting... And quirky. Suits the atmosphere," he said, still smirking delightedly. This guy was so fun, holy cheesebutter.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 2, 2019 10:00:00 GMT -5
Vincent | Party Room | Shadepelt15 Vincent couldn't help but smile to himself at how much happier the god seemed in his current outfit. He didn’t blame him, considering the appeal of a hotdog suit was pretty selective, but Archie’s current getup was almost similarly extreme. He raised an eyebrow as the god got closer, standing steady as he moved back. He raised his eyebrows slightly at the god’s comments, noticing that he almost seemed flustered - but that it was almost certain he was [heckin] with him. He reached up to feel the jester’s mask, considering it for a moment before smirking. “If this is quirky what does that make you?” He spoke, dropping his hands to look Archie up and down. Despite the mockery he didn’t sound petulant, though he didn’t sound particularly humored either. It was hard to determine if his sly demeanor was genuine, thought he seemed satisfied as he leaned back with a smirk to wait for Archie’s answer. He glanced over to where all the food had been, suddenly curious if alcohol was being served. Seemed only fair with all the house was putting him through… (Ah kinda short)
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 2, 2019 10:49:22 GMT -5
Archie | Masquerade Room | ~∂єѕтιиу Archie's eyebrows shot right up to the moon before he howled with laughter. Man, this guy had guts. Holy crap did he have guts. What an utter charmer. The spell was brief, but he did lift a hand to wipe tears from his eyes. "My good man, it makes me a fool," he said humorously. He took a moment to glance around the room, wondering if their volume had attracted any attention. Seemed like everyone was quite happy with their own interactions for the time being, which was understandable. The amount of interesting characters in the room was almost unreal. His fingers had begun to work at gently ruffling and unruffling the feathers around the edges of his short-cape. A nervous habit? Hmm... But no time for that. He had already noticed that Vincent seemed more interested in the other areas of the room. "Is there something you're looking for? Or someone?" he asked, genuinely curious despite the sly smirk he now bore.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 2, 2019 11:12:45 GMT -5
(Ougi - masquerade room (mostly for mint))
Ougi blinked into the masquerade room. The Paradox House had outfitted her in her black backless dress, and an angular black mask upon her face. Her eyes gazing out of it seemed to reflect nothing, instead existing as two empty spaces behind the eye holes. They failed to glisten when she turned her gaze around toward the other blinkers. Of course... a party. Normally she would sulk as far away as she could get, but she was well aware that none of these people necessarily wanted to be here either. They were no more social than her. The student took one slightly grueling step, and then another, making her way toward Archie and Vincent for a start.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 2, 2019 13:18:51 GMT -5
Hange | Game Room | mintedstar/fur |(Quick summary bc rain is squeamish: hange chose to let the thief live, ate the blood packs, and then moved to Myrnin until they were out of starvation mode) It would be an exaggeration to say that Hange felt better now. In fact, they were fairly sure they felt worse - before, their mind was fogged by lack of nutrition, and they could think of nothing but the pounding of the thief's heart and the tantalizing sound of their footsteps. That feeling of hunger - predatory hunger - drowned out all else, but now that that was fading away, all that remained was the sharp, stabbing pain of the wound in their gut. They sank down to the ground, wincing, and pulled back their shirt to examine the wound. Impatiently, they removed their goggles and wiped their watering eyes so they could see better, and then tilted their head, curiosity cutting through the pain a bit as they noticed a few interesting things at once. "This blade has had an effect more like acid than anything," they observed out loud, so that Myrnin could comment if he wished. "In previous experiments, I compared the damage to a fire-inflicted wound, but that was on a much smaller scale - in an injury this significant, it's easy to see that the damage has been made by something analogous to a chemical burn, and not, as I previously thought, heat damage. Oh, but that makes sense!" They sat up a little straighter, excitement building. "Perhaps silver interacts poorly with vampiric biochemistry, the same way hydrochloric acid does with humans. I wonder what reaction specifically causes the effect..."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 2, 2019 13:25:39 GMT -5
Mei | Art Room | strider |"I see," said Mei, nodding a little as he spoke. "Most people say it's odd. So I assumed you would, too. It's interesting that you didn't...I wonder why?" She was finding Will just as fascinating as he found her. He seemed a bit different from the children she was used to - she tended to find people in general confusing and difficult to interact with, and usually, they would seem to pick up on whatever deficit she possessed and eventually leave her be, mistaking her social awkwardness and silence for hostility or disdain. But Will had seemed to gather none of those things - he talked to her like anyone else, and that made him an interesting person. Even aside from his art. "Will," she said, her mind returning to something he'd said a few minutes ago that she hadn't understood. "Why wouldn't you want people to know that you like pretty things?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 2, 2019 13:32:41 GMT -5
Matt | Masquerade Room | mintedstar/fur and zeph! |"I'll try to remember to carry around a picture of a butterfly, if you want," said Matt, endeared by Spinel's excitement over something that was so thoroughly ordinary to him. "That way if we blink in at the same time, I can show you." He was distracted a moment later, though, by Myrnin's words. "You've never played charades? How??" he exclaimed, his face a comic picture of shock. "You poor, poor vampire. Not to worry - it's like, the simplest game ever. All you have to do is think of something, like, uh...let's say a cat. Then you have to get us to guess that you're thinking of a cat without using any words. You could meow, or pretend to hiss, or anything like that, as long as you're trying to get the point across." He pulled a chair from the feast table and sat down, draping his arm over the back as he watched the vampire. "Go ahead! Think of something, and try to get us to guess. I promise, as long as you don't talk, there's no wrong way to do it."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 2, 2019 15:47:04 GMT -5
It looked like a large green thing had blinked in. Then it moved and all the frills had shifted enough to see the human underneath. Or rather the vampire.
A train of ruffles rolled down his arms and around his neck like a Victorian outfit. Brass buckles were on his wrists, ankles, and along the belt that kept up the ruffled pants.
Sam gasped a bit, surprised at the change. A green bird's mask crested his head, coming down just a little way over his nose in something like a beak.
"What ..." Sam said, very slowly. "Is going on?"
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 2, 2019 16:02:44 GMT -5
Ougi lifted one eyebrow, though it didn’t quite peek over the frame of her angular black mask. She paced closer to Sam with a lack of grace that was jarring given her flowing outfit. She instead just trotted in a plain, modern way with short steps.
“Oh, hello,” she greeted him in a voice just like her gait. She was slouched slightly, as one would expect of a high school student, and she put one gloved hand to her chin with the other propping up her elbow. If she knew this blinker, she didn’t recognize him under all the frills. “I only just arrived too. I assume this place will be entertaining...” Her mouth curved into an innocent, yet somehow menacing smirk as one gloved finger tapped her jaw. “Oh, but to play games or prepare for something more sinister?”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 2, 2019 16:27:26 GMT -5
Archie | Masquerade Room | ~∂єѕтιиу Archie's eyebrows shot right up to the moon before he howled with laughter. Man, this guy had guts. Holy crap did he have guts. What an utter charmer. The spell was brief, but he did lift a hand to wipe tears from his eyes. "My good man, it makes me a fool," he said humorously. He took a moment to glance around the room, wondering if their volume had attracted any attention. Seemed like everyone was quite happy with their own interactions for the time being, which was understandable. The amount of interesting characters in the room was almost unreal. His fingers had begun to work at gently ruffling and unruffling the feathers around the edges of his short-cape. A nervous habit? Hmm... But no time for that. He had already noticed that Vincent seemed more interested in the other areas of the room. "Is there something you're looking for? Or someone?" he asked, genuinely curious despite the sly smirk he now bore. Vincent gave a somewhat quizzical smirk as Archie erupted with laughter, having not expected such a boisterous reaction. He chuckled at the answer, watching the god as he recovered from his own expressiveness. Archie was undeniably overwhelming, in mass and personality, but he could be humorous if you could look past it. He was easy to keep in a good mood; and with that maintained he seemed generally harmless. As he called attention to his wondering gaze Vincent smiled, tilting his head as he analyzed him. “Do you happen to be one of the gods that turns water into wine? Or, anything?” He seemed seriously doubtful of this, but found no harm in asking. Hell, it probably be an interesting party trick if that’s what the room was looking for. On that note his gaze found Matt, Myrnin, and Spinel again, all seeming to be discussing the rules of charades. It was still odd him that only a few minutes ago they were both suspects for murder and now they were playing children’s games - but that was just the house he supposed. He turned to watch as Ougi and Sam blinked in as well, observing their interaction curiously for a moment. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 2, 2019 16:51:48 GMT -5
Samuel blinked several times, then shook his head. "Sorry?"
He wasn't actually sure what Ougi wanted, much less why they should be preparing for something more sinister. "Why? You seem a bit cynical." He shifted and then glanced around. He didn't really know anyone here very well, though he had met Ougi before.
"What games are even an option?"
He at least knew this was the House. There seemed to be the food on the table as well. He wasn't interested in approaching it though. "What are you doing?" he asked instead. He waved at Ougi, which had all the ruffles moving around. "Like ... before you blinked in?" He sounded awkward as well. He wasn't sure how to 'small talk' honestly.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 2, 2019 17:05:51 GMT -5
Myrnin seemed surprised. He hadn't thought it would be that easy. He blinked at Matt several times and then looked over at Spinel. Hum. He seemed to consider for a second, then started to walk around in a circle. The circle didn't widen, but he did seem to be outlining something with his hands. A hand went up to about chest height, traced an invisible horizontal line in the air with the same flat hand. Then he moved to the other side of the 'circle' and started tracing a lower invisible flat surface. After about halfway through the line he starts moving his fingers around a bit. Then he continued tracing a line. After about a second more, he looked up at Matt and Spinel expectantly, raising both of his eyebrows. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 2, 2019 17:07:17 GMT -5
Ougi’s face softened under her mask when Sam called her cynical. It was like her intensity grew weaker. Now that she was more humanlike, she wasn’t dead-set on being malicious. Or, maybe it would be more accurate to say she was offended by the remark now that she had developed some empathy.
“You clearly have not been around here long, or much.” She said it as if ‘long’ and ‘much’ meant two different things, but in this situation they were typically used interchangeably. “And I can only assume party games. Why else do you think we would be at a masquerade?”
The high school student saw Sam eyeing the hors d’oeurves and couldn’t stop herself from dancing over and popping a deviled egg into her mouth. Her dress flowed behind her, revealing a red underside. “Before I blinked...” She feigned thoughtfulness for a moment as she chewed on her snack. “Ah yes, I was at a charity drive.” A lie. A smile. She looked Sam up and down and couldn’t help but think him out of place. She tried to extrapolate how he might look in his own world before coming here. “What about you?” And then she paused for a brief moment, her eyes squinting indiscernibly behind her black mask as she leaned casually against the snack table. Her arms became straight like sticks as her hands gripped the edge. Another question, “Are you one of the people who just wants to get back to their daily life?”
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Dec 2, 2019 19:09:54 GMT -5
"Really?" Spinel gasped, looking positively delighted. "Thanks!" Would butterflies look different on Earth? She hoped so. She hoped they were big and bright and super colorful and pretty... Maybe when she went to Earth, she could keep one and play with it all the time and stuff- that would be so much fun! The best friend gem merely gasped, eyes round, at Myrnin. Then again, though, it had taken her years of playing with Pink to know all these games, and for all she knew, it could be different now that it was a group! She shuddered. She frowned, eyes narrowed, as she struggled to think of what Myrnin was pantomiming. In all honesty, it would probably be a bit lost on her- she didn't even know what Matt's example was, after all. "Uhh..." She thought for a second, before promptly shouting out random things. "A warp pad! Or a staircase? What about..." She trailed off, pausing with a confused look. "Uh..." mintedstar/fur, <Raintalon>, and everyone else |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 2, 2019 19:39:42 GMT -5
"I haven't been," admitted Sam, looking awkward. More so, honestly, than he probably would have been if Ougi hadn't drawn attention to his newness. He wished she hadn't. It made it look like she had been blinking longer than him. He wasn't sure she had. She could have just been saying that and he would never know. It wasn't like he had much personal experience with many blinkers. He allowed his eyes to narrow at the claim Ougi had been at a charity drive. "Really?" he said hesitantly. "You don't look much older than me." Ougi was tricky. He couldn't tell if she was lying or not by her heartbeat, but her blatant words and gestures made it seem like she was. The young vampire wasn't experienced enough in social situations for Ougi's words to work. "Nothing much, honestly," he answered her return question. This was a lie as well. Then his eyes narrowed further at the suggestion he just wanted to get on with his daily life. "No, actually," he said, sounding stubborn already. "I'm not particularly interested in getting back." The opposite, in fact. "What about you? Do you want to get back to your charity drive?" |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 2, 2019 20:06:54 GMT -5
Ougi - masquerade room - mint/sam
Ougi nodded slowly and knowingly at his acknowledgement that they were around the same age. Even though he appeared to see through her, she was technically getting away with it all seeing as he didn’t out her directly. She seemed to give him the same treatment when he told her he wasn’t doing much. She only smiled at it, but didn’t challenge.
The student released an arbitrary sigh and tilted her head to one side, letting her short black hair sway and settle. She couldn’t help it; when she frustrated other people, it was almost calming for her. “I don’t really like charity drives. Then again, I’ve never been to one.” She shrugged, and her hair slipped over her shoulder. “But my life is much better in my world than it was in the past. In fact, I never had a life of my own at all before.” Her smirk began to return with a twitch, but it was a less malicious one. “Although, I have known some people here longer than most I know in my own world.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 2, 2019 20:55:24 GMT -5
"Oh," said Sam. He would have liked to be interested. But he wasn't really finding anything in Ougi's voice to catch his attention. Her emotions were very interesting - she switched tones on a dime worse than Myrnin did - but her words weren't. At least he had some confirmation that she wasn't at a charity drive. "Who do you know here?" he asked instead. He didn't know that many people, so maybe Ougi would surprise him. He shifted a little, enough to look at the table of food again. He could smell something, distantly, but he wasn't sure what it was. The smell of all the various food items was distracting but they really didn't cause any sort of hunger. He was hungry though. And something on that table was calling his attention worse than the apples and green beans. But he pulled his gaze back to Ougi instead, unaware that his irises had gone a bit red. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 2, 2019 21:29:13 GMT -5
Ougi - masquerade room - mint/sam
"Mostly just those who have been here a long time, and probably don't even realize I exist," Ougi murmured. At least she was humble in that regard; she knew she didn't make many friends, or make them easily. "I spend more time meeting people who come and go, and don't really stay long." They're easier to mess with. "You're not just coming and going, are you?" She lowered her head slightly but kept her gaze on him, as if challenging him. The mask cast its shadow slightly deeper into her pale face. Combined with her bangs, it delved her expression almost completely into darkness, but her upturned mouth still signaled her pensiveness. Out of that darkness, Ougi naturally recognized the change in Sam's eyes. There were different types of the same beasts and beings, and different rules for them, even if you called them by the same name: that was something to learn from the Paradox House. But there were some traits that were synchronized even among universes. "You shouldn't let this place know you're hungry like that," she murmured. To an observer it could seem enigmatic, but she hoped he would understand what she meant. "It has a habit of stranding people here when they get that way. Makes you desperate. Then you act out." Without realizing it, she had given herself more evidence to believe that the Paradox House really was sentient.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 2, 2019 22:44:33 GMT -5
"That ..." admitted Sam after a second. "Seems sad." He meant it too. Ougi was weird, but Sam at least knew a couple people who regularly blinked into the House. Ougi didn't sound like she cared, but Sam did. The House was where he got away from the real world. He had friends here and he didn't have to worry about being the boy who went missing back in his own world. He shook his head at her question however. "No. I haven't yet, anyway." It wasn't like anything was certain in this place. He could disappear from the House tomorrow or turn up tomorrow but five years would pass in his own world. His own mask tilted, the green almost reflecting Ougi's mask. Then he froze, his eyes wide. As if scared back to their 'natural' brown, his eyes at once faded. He didn't have to be the boy who disappeared, but that didn't mean this place didn't force him to be ... that. To be the monster he didn't want to be. He looked away from Ougi almost at once, his expression downturn, and he snapped, "What do you know?" |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 2, 2019 23:04:56 GMT -5
Ougi - masquerade room - mint/sam
Ougi was stoic in the face of his pity. She seemed to bear it, but not ignore it. When his eyes reverted to their normal color, she turned her own head away and picked up a drink from the table. It was sparkling juice, in champagne glasses. Her head was averted from him but not her thoughts; it was merely a gesture to spare him the pain of being observed in that moment. After all, she had been there before.
"I know enough," she murmured slowly. Her voice kept the pace of casual conversation in case anyone else was overhearing them. "Believe it or not, I've been a vampire." It wasn't a lie. But she had never had to endure the hardships that came with that type. Still, she had her own suffering living as a different aberration. "Don't worry. There are more here, you're not alone." She had a soft spot for vampires, be it from Arthur or from those she knew in her own world. So he was at least safe from any of her typical taunting or demeaning. She took a tiny sip of the sparkling juice--a rare sight to see Ougi eat or drink. It was a very limited reminder that she even could.
"...I only said what I said to look out for you," the student explained, her speech calculated. "I know I said I know enough, but I don't know anything else about you. I don't like you, or hate you."
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 2, 2019 23:40:49 GMT -5
Archie | Masquerade Room | ~∂єѕтιиу"Water into wine, you say?" he echoed, chuckling again and thoughtfully prodding his jaw under his mask. What a funny thing. Well, this was interesting though; it meant that Vincent was aware of certain religions. Though he did sound skeptical of them, at best... "I could be. I've never tried it, but I'm sure that it is something within my ability range. Why? Are you looking for something exciting? It seems like theres a lot of exciting people here- myself included- so drinking seems like a brilliant idea." It might not make sense initially, but there was sincerity to the statement. He was dead serious. He was curious, though... "How many people here are you familiar with? I don't think I've formally met anyone except your radical self," he mused, turning about and coming to stand at his side so that he too would face the crowd rather than block the view with his mass. Standing next to someone smaller than him was, albeit normal, still thrilling. Especially when that someone was a potential item of entertainment. Cheers, cheers. Water into wine, aye? Hmm.. Could be water into something stronger. But Vincent probably knew... Would anyone else like some? Hmm, hmm.. maybe. Could ask. Looked like there were a few people already discussing games.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 3, 2019 0:12:49 GMT -5
If anything caused Sam more shock than Ougi calling attention to his eyes it was what she had just said. One of his green gloved hands gripped the other. "What?" he asked, like he couldn't really believe what he was hearing. Ougi had ... been a vampire? How was that even possible? "How are you ... not anymore then?" he asked, unaware that his voice was still sharp. He already knew there was at least one other vampire here. Not like he had ever gotten him to talk. Myrnin in his world wasn't talking to him about here. Sam was unaware that they were from alternate realities. "Oh ..." he added. He hadn't actually thought that Ougi would care about him. It was weird. "Why would you want to look out for me?" |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 3, 2019 0:51:50 GMT -5
Ougi - masquerade room - mint/sam
Ougi stiffened slightly and looked down her nose at Sam, her hair falling out of her face just enough to cast some light on her nose. It wasn't something she discussed with anyone else--even the vampires in her world. "It's... complicated. Maybe I wasn't really one after all..." At this point she was trying to escape the conversation. "I'm not doing it for you," she clarified, but it partly was due to her soft spot for vampires. "But I'm solving a thing or two about this place. I just thought you should know you might be in trouble. Besides, it would be interesting if you could get out of this situation by not acting out. If I'm correct, it wants a reaction from you." Ougi took one more sip of the juice, then set the glass on the table beside her. She acted deliberately collected, as if showing that she was ready to outsmart the Paradox House.
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Post by Auransky on Dec 3, 2019 3:00:27 GMT -5
Rowlin had removed the loose strands of grass that tagged along with his flashy entrance. He now proceeded to straighten his coat. His violet eyes were attentive to his own actions, “Hmm?’ He herd Myrnin call out to him, but didn’t process the statement right away. “Flying man?’ He couldn’t help but raise a brow, then lightly chuckle. It was after he had began readjusting his scarf , that he briefly leaned his head back then glanced back in the vampire’s direction, “I’m sleep deprived.” He answered Myrnin’s question with an amused tone, then returned his attention to the scarf, which was not damaged, but he felt the need to fluff it out, since the change in landing forced him to respond to the situation, rather then execute the plan. Nonetheless,he was fine for the most part. He took a moment to brush himself lightly against his shoulders, just as a percausion. As he moved about, some loose strands of silver hair fell out of place. “Hmmm..” he now pondered. “Should I take this off?” He softly asked himself, referring to the coat.
The Masquerade Room : Hmmm? : Rowlin
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 3, 2019 11:40:33 GMT -5
Sam wasn't buying it. He glared at Ougi for a second. People wouldn't mention something like this if they didn't actually mean it. Sam was sure Ougi was telling him the truth about this one. Whatever true was. With Ougi, even the word seemed muddled. "You're just trying to change the subject," he said, clearly knowing exactly what she had been thinking. "Please?" He asked instead. He really wanted to know. There was a note in his voice which said it was imperative to his existence. But Ougi was talking about something else now. Sam frowned. "I really think if the House wanted some reaction from me it would know how to get one. You act like it doesn't play mind games with you." He knew it had to. Ougi couldn't be so indifferent that this place couldn't get under her skin. Sam had already stumbled over something which she didn't want to talk about. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 3, 2019 12:11:12 GMT -5
Ougi- masquerade room - sam/mint
Ougi scoffed softly, a hint of emotion from her otherwise rigid exterior. His request apparently leaked through to her, because she at least explained briefly. “I’m only an idea. I came into the world as an extension of another person’s... soul, if you will. And that person was... i-is a vampire. But I’m my own person now. If I were still that way, I would vanish from the face of the earth just by telling you this.”
She frowned in thought and tapped one foot, turning her decadent appearance into something cute rather than serious for a moment. “Oh, I don’t have enough material for this place to work with. It may try, but it could never affect me the way it does others.” She could say this even more easily because she had no ties even in the Paradox House. One of the only people she had cared for was Arthur, and...
Noticing Rowlin, and the other blinkers who still lingered, she recomposed herself, standing away from the table. “Regardless, it’s fun here. I’ve always wanted to go to a masquerade.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 3, 2019 17:30:04 GMT -5
"Yes," agreed Myrnin off hand as he crouched down to Hange's level. Any aftereffects of Hange biting him had worn off almost at once and he now only seemed slightly interested in Hange's findings. He would have been interested - he really would have - but he was distracted. He leaned over, picking up the blade that the thief had dropped. Then he glanced at Hange, fully collapsing onto the dirt. They probably wouldn't be able to stay here much longer, but it seemed like a good assumption that they were safe for now. Anyway, he didn't think that anyone would want to stay in the brickyard for longer than was necessary. "Yes," he said after a second. "That's exactly how it works." He held up the knife, spinning it between his fingers. Then he rested the flat of the blade against the palm of his hand for a couple of seconds, scowling as he did, then turned his hand so it faced hand. A red welt was raised against his flesh. After a couple of seconds, the injury slowly healed. Myrnin took a scrap of cloth from inside a pocket and then wrapped the blade of the knife in it. Then he pocketed it. "You should heal up soon enough," he said, still glancing around with more wariness than the situation probably deserved. It was just ... Hange could have died. Sure, a sword to a human throat would have ended the same way, but Myrnin had been there and it had all been up to luck. Luck and possibly a bit of pride. He hated how Hange felt like his responsibility and he hated that they weren't. Their choices were still their choices - but he didn't have to like it. Still on the other hand, he felt like he hadn't really done anything to help them. Before they were held in front of a sword, that was. But he shook the thought away. "I've tried similar compounds to silver and ones which contain similar elements, but nothing has its result," he said instead. "I believe I've found the reaction in the past, but trust me ... I've forgotten it by now. It's in my notes, somewhere." A lot of the things Myrnin had learned were somewhere back in the muddles of his past. "I think you should roll your dice," he prompted. "While I am interested to know how or if the House would try to make us do it, I am also interested to know if you can summon more sheep." |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 3, 2019 18:50:06 GMT -5
Sam paused. That was ... odd. Not the weirdest thing in the Paradox House, probably, but it was the weirdest thing he had heard of so far. "Alright," he said. He couldn't held but feeling his heart drop a little. It wasn't anything he could replicate. Nor was it something that seemed possible in his world. Not like he knew what was possible anymore. It seemed to be redefined daily. "Sorry," he said instead. He rubbed the back of his head, almost causing the mask to become tilted. "I shouldn't have invaded your privacy." The information was interesting, but he didn't completely understand it. How could a thought become a person? But Ougi was here and it wasn't like he could contradict it. "Material can be created," he muttered. To himself, not to Ougi, and for a second there Ougi seemed distracted anyway so maybe she didn't hear. "I've never been to a masquerade," he admitted. "Just Halloween." Which in his world was a couple weeks from now. He wondered if this was the House's idea of celebrating. "Did you want to do anything?" He was probably keeping her from something. Not that he knew what. |
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