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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 3, 2019 19:09:21 GMT -5
Ougi - masquerade room - sam/mint
Her story’s strangeness wasn’t completely lost on her. Ougi read as being aware enough of it. She didn’t respond to his apology; people apologized too much in her opinion. He reminded her of that shy Nadeko.
“I haven’t either,” she informed him, and at the mention of halloween she thought fondly of it for a moment. Do anything? Bringing her focus back to the question, she raised her head and simultaneously slumped her shoulders. “What, did you want to dance or something?” she clarified bluntly. It was a masquerade, after all. It he hadn’t caught her off-guard with those questions about vampirism she could easily be pestering the other blinkers right now—blinkers who may not get off so easy from her typical maliciousness.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 3, 2019 20:07:40 GMT -5
It was rather clear that Ougi wasn't interested in anything that Sam had to say. She probably wanted to go. Part of Sam just wanted to let her. A larger part of him was stubborn and would do no such thing. "Dance?" he said, feeling a bit too much like he was channeling Myrnin's or The Doctor's manic energy. "Sure, sounds fun." He reached out, grabbed her hand (the grip was a bit too hard, he was still learning how to regulate his strength), and leaned away in an attempt to pull her away from the table. His jaw was set just a bit, not sure what he was doing. Mostly he was just going with whatever, honestly. "Do you like your outfit?" he commented instead. The ruffles on his were giving him a hard time, but he liked the color. This was yet another bad attempt at small talk, followed up by a rather blunt, "Do you think yours is black because of the "was a vampire" thing?" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 3, 2019 20:27:32 GMT -5
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. Rue was extremely relieved that he wasn’t upset with her. She hadn’t been sure about him, but he was turning out to be alright so far. She decided she liked him. ”It is cool.” She agreed. “Everything’s orange for me. Which makes sense I guess, but it’s just...weird.” She tilted her head at the question. “Let’s find out.” She suggested, and began to draw again. This time she made what looked like a wooden chair, with wobbly lines but a decent sense of depth perception. When she touched it, it stayed where it was, but when she tried to sit in it it held her weight just fine as though it wasn’t higher than she’d been before. The whole background thing really didn’t make any sense, did it? She looked down at the ball. Then, impulsively, she kicked it back over to him, hard enough to get there but not hard enough to actually hit him (hopefully). “Catch!” Then she looked at his moon, and her eyes widened in surprise as it began to go through phases, just like a real moon. “Okay,” she breathed, staring at the purple sphere. “That’s cool.” The girl glanced at him and got out of the chair, then glanced down at it, considering it. “I don’t know.” She said slowly. What could they draw? She tried to think of something that requires two colors. “How about a cat with stripes?” She suggested, looking up at him again. “ "Sounds fine by me," said Kid. He started to move a little, only for the ball to be kicked to him. He stopped it with his knee, like someone playing soccer, then was surprised when he did. He was no Shinichi - he couldn't exactly play the sport as well as the mirror-image of himself. He kept the ball moving, then after a second kicked it. He'd intended for it to sail past his drawn moon, but what actually happened was a bit more interesting. The ball's trajectory wavered as it lasted the moon and then started circling the larger circle. Kid blinked at it. The moon's phases, without a sun for light, and now a planet of some kind? He glanced back at Rue, pushing a thought he had been having to the back of his mind. "A cat with stripes sounds like a good idea," he agreed. "I can start." He'd noticed that Rue had drawn the chair with depth while he'd drawn all of his own drawings without it. He was assuming it didn't actually matter which way someone drew the item as much as it was the intention behind it. He started drawing a face, leaving plenty of room for Rue to add color of her own. "How's this?" Kid asked, glancing at her. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 3, 2019 20:28:25 GMT -5
Ougi - masquerade room - sam/mint
Ougi looked startled at his reaction; she had expected him to shy away, or at least give an excuse as to why he didn't want to dance. She blinked hard and raised her eyebrows, facial movements that one might expect would launch her black mask from her face. But when he took her hand, she had no choice but to follow. At least, she had no choice unless she wanted to reveal that her balance could be lost in any way. Rolling with the punches was something she took on in both her personality and all her movements; it was just another way she seemed inhuman at times.
"I've had this outfit before, actually. It was in another dancing room. But I've never seen it before outside of this place." She led him into a bit of a waltz, as if unable to stop herself from showing off some grace. "I think it has less to do with being a vampire and more to do with what I really am." Black. It only made sense. She was a force of darkness herself; it was something blinkers had noticed without knowing a thing about her. "Yours seems to ring vampire a little more, though." The student couldn't help but smile, as the ruffles of Sam's outfit waved behind them. Upbeat classical music picked up as if from speakers above, and rained down upon them, a little gift from the Paradox House. "Ah, I wonder if this place enjoys watching its little pawns dance around." The hint of cynicism twinged her voice once again and she lowered her head, but kept her smile. It was a smile that said she thought she could outsmart an omniscient force.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 3, 2019 21:51:27 GMT -5
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. Sherlock was not having any luck. He was digging through his supplies, searching for anything of use, but he wasn’t finding anything. The thing about the House’s supplies, though was that they kept on changing the longer he searched through them, so he didn’t stop looking even when he hit the bottom. He just looked through them again. Inevitably there was something he hadn’t seen yet. Each time it was something useless, like a toothbrush or a spool of thread, but he didn’t give up, because there was nothing else he could do. And he had to do something. Finally he found it. A tiny piece of something shiny, something that pricked his finger and drew a bright drop of blood when he picked it up. He peered at it closely, and smirked as he discovered he was right. It was a tiny piece of diamond. He dug up the baseball bad he’d found earlier, positioned the diamond against the glass, and hesitated as he heard Kid shout. ”Something good?” He asked, .Then he steadied the bat, readied himself...and swung. Cracks shot up through the glass with a loud CRACK, and he fell back as the impact almost made him drop the bat. “Got it!” He shouted gleefully, then swung again, causing his side of the glass to almost fold in on itself. It was barely holding together, and he thought one more hit would do it. He held the bat up, ready to finish it off. “Kid? Ready to see what’s really going on?” "Very much so," growled Kid. The gate he had been holding hit against the glass again, more cracks forming from the jarring collision. Sherlock was making much better progress, for obvious reasons, but Kid was rather annoyed right now and finding the whole situation tolerable only if he continued hitting something. The glass wall was the perfect target. It took at least three more hits before the glass completely shattered, fracture lines branching out and then glass pieces tumbling down in chunks. There was no way that the thickness would have put up so much of a fight, but when did the House have to make logical sense. As it was, the expanse of gloom on the other side of the glass made up for the lack of grim. Kid squinted at the opening, breaking out slowly before he knocked a bit more space between the shards of glass. Then he let the gate drop away, back onto the platform he was standing on. He wouldn't make the mistake of dropping it again. "Have you gotten in?" he asked Sherlock. He stepped through before he really got an answer ... |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 3, 2019 23:26:00 GMT -5
Noah | Party Room | ®Hawkpath® Noah looked around. Okay, so maybe the House didn’t make sense, but it wasn’t like anything back in their world made sense either. Not that he could outright say that, because Ronan looked young enough that he hadn’t dreamt Chainsaw yet. Which meant Noah couldn’t comment on how impossible Ronan’s dreaming really was. If the House really was one of Ronan’s dreams… but that was impossible, because the House knew to supply him enough energy, and this Ronan didn’t know yet that he was dead. Besides, it wasn’t like Ronan’s subconscious would choose the people that were in the House. There were plenty of people that were so unlike Ronan that it flat out didn’t make sense. So Ronan couldn’t have dreamed it, even if he thought he did. “You really think our world makes that much more sense?” Noah inquired, arms crossing. “We’re on a hunt for a dead Welsh king who’s supposedly been alive for thousands of years. Gansey – the same Gansey who’s deathly allergic to bees – survived being stung by dozens of wasps and survived because of something with Glendower. You’re telling me that makes more sense than a place that can pull people from different worlds?” Okay, so maybe they were both pretty ridiculous. But that was the point that Noah was trying to make. If Glendower could be real, if ley lines could be real – and Noah knew they were – then the House could certainly be real. It just required a little bit of suspension of disbelief. There were no answers to a place like the House, it just… was.“You’re not dreaming.” For all Noah knew he was a copy – a copy of the real Noah Czerny, the one who had died – but he didn’t say that. That wasn’t relevant right now. “And when have you ever known me to be patronizing?” He asked, jokingly pouting. “If anything, you patronize [/i]me!”[/i] Okay… so maybe it was Gansey doing the unintentional patronizing, but that was beside the point. His voice grew quiet again as he forced himself to respond. “No. Not Monmouth yet. Just… Henrietta.” He hadn’t left Henrietta since he died. He was afraid what would happen if he did. He didn’t want to fade away into nothing, especially when he knew he still had such an important role to play. Noah laughed at Ronan’s response to the public speaking room. “I was saying I’m bad at it, *sshole,”[/i] he giggled, the insult entirely unthreatening coming from him, even in the elaborate mask and suit. “But you just made your own case against yourself. The kind of speech you’d make would be perfect for this place, though. There are a lot of people I think you’d like here.” He shrugged. He didn’t know, of course. He had a feeling Ronan would butt heads with that one pirate… what was his name? Hook? But maybe not. Maybe they’d get along. “You’re right, though. If you ever have to make a speech in front of people at Aglionby you’ll get suspended.” He was still smiling. “Though I think you’d become a school hero for the kind of speech you’re liable to make.”[/quote] Ronan hadn’t even really considered that maybe he hadn’t dreamt the House. Of course it was his fault, of course it came from his screwed up head, of course it the only insane, nonsensical thing came back to his wild dreams. That was how things worked. Impossible things happened every night around bedtime, whenever he actually slept anyway. He was used to that. He was not used to this. It wasn’t common for him to dream copies of his friends, and he didn’t like it. It was creepy for one thing, and for another thing, what if he brought them back? What if they got mixed up with the real thing and he couldn’t tell them apart? What if they became sentient or something? That would be a disaster and a half. He resolved not to let his life become anymore of a sci-fi novel than it already was. He blinked as Noah continued. “I never said our world made sense.” He shot back, at once rising to the bait even though he didn’t really know why. “Oh yeah, and this is our world, duh. We’re in it. We’re not a long time ago in a galaxy far far away, Noah.” He didn’t know why he was taking this so hard. Maybe it was because he didn’t like how this Noah felt, like he was....there was a difference between this one and the real one. A difference he didn’t really have the words to describe. He hated that he liked that difference. “I am dreaming.” He contradicted, his tone leaving no room for argument. As far as he was concerned, there wasn’t one. He reached up and touched the mask covering his face, feeling the cold exterior of the wings of the birds escaping. It was odd, of course, but so was everything in the whole world and he was tired of being surprised by it. He relented somewhat, finally, and grinned at his best friend in a loose, almost comfortable way. “Who says I can’t make a good speech?” He challenged playfully. “Maybe I just never have before. Have you ever seen me try?” Like he could make it through an entire speech without either swearing or insulting his audience. It wasn’t clear whether Ronan himself believed that was possible. He snorted. “Me, school hero? Have you met me?” He asked blandly, raising his eyebrows at Noah. “Not gonna happen, don’t hold your breath.” |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 4, 2019 11:14:12 GMT -5
Vince | Party Room | Shadepelt15 Vincent looked at Archie with surprise at his reaction. He’d thought it had been fairly obvious he had only been joking, but the god sounded like he was seriously considering giving the little trick a try. He was quiet, suspecting Archie would somehow refuse or encourage him elsewhere, but in a surprising turn around he ended up agreeing; in fact, the god seemed thrilled that he’d brought up such an idea. He turned to look out towards the others at the question, thinking for a moment. He knew names, and apparently the darkest secrets of one, but outside of that he was really clueless who he was dealing with. Still, outside of his name, how much did Archie know him? He’d been listening into the conversations before Archie had appeared, and could likely name most of the people in the room with that alone, but he simply looked at the god with innocently raised eyebrows. “Are you looking for names or gossip?” He didn’t seem to be implying that he’d be willing to offer up either, more so like he was asking for the sake of judging his character. He glanced sideways, acknowledging his as he joined him at his side. He scanned the crowd briefly, curious what, or if anything would catch the god’s attention.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 4, 2019 19:40:38 GMT -5
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. "No," said Adrian, looking a bit more confident. He didn't want Archie doing all the work when he was capable of at least trying to help. He didn't sit up, but he did grip his little rubber raft-creature a bit better. His fingers dug into the odd, slick, water-resistant material and he was careful to keep his fingernails the same bluntness of his mother's. If they were as long as his father's than there would be trouble. The practice sword which had seen more of the water than Adrian had slowly lifted up, hilt first. Adrian had it fixed in his gaze, clearly concentrating on it so it moved where he wanted it. The sword flew past Archie, dangerously close to clipping one of those horns in the process. It sailed away, then started butting up against a duck further away, pushing using the flat of the blade, back in Archie's direction. "Does this help?" asked Adrian, blinking a couple of times and looking up and over at Archie. The sword continued to push at the rubber duck while he did that. "Or I could try something else …" |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 4, 2019 21:01:26 GMT -5
(I've been sitting on this for a while, figured I'd just finish it.)
"Ha ha! I think we're getting better!"
Step... Twirl... Step... Step...
"Still... As fun as this is, I seriously doubt she's going to approve our request for a station wide Christmas party, so we should probably get back-..."
The S type cut herself off. The look on his face said it all. He was having an absolute blast right now, something that was a rarity these days with all the work that was being piled on the two of them lately. There was no way she could bring herself to finish her words and ruin that.
"Eh, maybe those files can wait a little while longer. Nobody will notice them coming in a tiny bit late."
Oh, they definitely would, but it didn't matter. She'd just step in to take the full blame herself later, no big deal. Seeing 6S having fun was worth whatever chastising she would hear from Command.
"Anyway! From the top! If you want to keep going, then you'd better keep up!" She and her companion continued their makeshift dance practice, at least until 7S felt his hands vanish from hers. Their choice of stage, her room on the Bunker, suddenly replaced itself with a clearing in the middle of a forest. She slowly straightened herself out, her eyes scanning the trees in wonder.
Wow... It's beautiful! I've never seen trees so colorful. Hmm. This is what humans used to call 'Fall' isn't it? You only see things like this in old records anymore.
Her attention completely absorbed by the scenery around her, it took 7S a few moments to realize her vision was actively being impaired by something stuck to her face, and it wasn't her visor. "Huh?" She raised a hand to touch it, her fingers finding something made of... Porcelain? Further examination revealed it to be somesort of decorative eyewear, decorated with what she was pretty sure was a Lunar Tear on one side. Sadly, thanks to some unknown force, she was unable to remove it to get a better look. What she couldn't see, was that mask was white, with black, swan-like patterns surrounding the eye holes. It was also one of the few times during her blinks that her blue-grey eyes were actually visible to everyone else.
Her eyewear wasn't the only thing that had changed, her entire uniform been altered. The Android was now wearing a black, off the shoulder dress that ended just above her ankles, revealing the almost never seen '7S' branded on the skin behind her right shoulder. The entire thing was made of velvet, not unlike what she normally wore, and was embroidered with the same signature YoRHa pattern work. She still had heels, but this time they were black, open toed sandals instead of leather boots.
"Well this is weird..."
-Masquerade Room
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 5, 2019 18:42:44 GMT -5
Ougi - masquerade room - sam/mint Ougi looked startled at his reaction; she had expected him to shy away, or at least give an excuse as to why he didn't want to dance. She blinked hard and raised her eyebrows, facial movements that one might expect would launch her black mask from her face. But when he took her hand, she had no choice but to follow. At least, she had no choice unless she wanted to reveal that her balance could be lost in any way. Rolling with the punches was something she took on in both her personality and all her movements; it was just another way she seemed inhuman at times. "I've had this outfit before, actually. It was in another dancing room. But I've never seen it before outside of this place." She led him into a bit of a waltz, as if unable to stop herself from showing off some grace. "I think it has less to do with being a vampire and more to do with what I really am." Black. It only made sense. She was a force of darkness herself; it was something blinkers had noticed without knowing a thing about her. "Yours seems to ring vampire a little more, though." The student couldn't help but smile, as the ruffles of Sam's outfit waved behind them. Upbeat classical music picked up as if from speakers above, and rained down upon them, a little gift from the Paradox House. "Ah, I wonder if this place enjoys watching its little pawns dance around." The hint of cynicism twinged her voice once again and she lowered her head, but kept her smile. It was a smile that said she thought she could outsmart an omniscient force. Sam hadn't expected Ougi to know how to dance. He almost froze up when she took the lead. Then he forced himself to relax, breathing out slowly (had he been forgetting to breath lately? He couldn't remember. It suddenly felt like he hadn't been doing it very often). "Probably does," said Sam. He hadn't expected the music either. He couldn't hear where it was coming from either. He glanced down at his outfit at the mention of it, squashing down the temptation to shred it. He breathed out again (that was certainly the wrong rythm for this). "You don't like the Paradox House... do you?" he asked after a second. "You don't give off the impression that it's ever done you any favors." He felt like it had done him some. Not like he was sure what other opinions he should have of it. It had yet to do anything very serious yet. Maybe Ougi could help with that. |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 5, 2019 22:52:33 GMT -5
(So, a floor puzzle maybe? They have to step on certain tiles to open the next door, and if they hit a wrong one, something random could happen? If that's not what you were thinking, just let me know and I can edit this.) A-again with the 'Are you okay'...? Even after he had told her multiple times now that he was fine? "They're gone. Had to spend what was left in them again." Sandalphon stated, referring to his wings. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "You know. For one so young and rash in decision making, you certainly do worry a lot." He appeared to simply dismiss her concern all together, taking a few steps away while letting his sights wonder around the new room before them, as his attention moved onto that instead. Of course, that wasn't exactly the case. He spoke up once more, "Keep on that path, and soon you'll start looking like your age exceeds mine." Looking back over his shoulder just enough for a small part of his face to be visible, he gave Spinel the tiny makings of a teasing smirk. He obviously wasn't going to give her a straight forward 'Yes, I'm fine' again, instead opting to do a light bit of messing around to play off of her excitement. Plus, it might have been a way of showing he did appreciate the concern, even if it wasn't needed. Alright, enough of that. Letting one's guard down too long in dangerous places only led to trouble. As usual, a few moments later, the archangel reverted back to his usual demeanor and returned his gaze back to his front. This room was quite different from the last, no large statues sitting at it's edges (thankfully). The pair of them both currently stood on a platform of sorts, a square of basic stone floor sitting before a collection of large tiles that spread between them and the door on the other side of the room, which was sealed shut. Each tile had a symbol carved into it's center, all of which were basic things, such as flames, drops of water, or moons. To his concern, Sandalphon could sense they ebbed with the flow of magic as well. Ornate carvings decorated the walls, depicting scenes of humanoid shapes attempting to cross a floor just like the one in reality. Some of them showing rather... interesting, results when various tiles were stepped on. Below the pictures, something was written in barely legible script that had been worn at by time. To Sandalphon's suprise, he could actually read what it said. "If thou seek to open the gate beyond, brave the trial ahead and put out the symbol of light that all mortal eyes can see, but must not look directly upon." Really... First serpents and sand, now riddles and magical traps? "Does that answer your question?" The archangel asked Spinel, obviously not amused in the slightest. His annoyance wasn't directed at her, but the room itself. "To put it simply, I believe it wants us to activate those platforms on the floor in a specific way." -Forgotten Temple zeph! |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 6, 2019 15:35:20 GMT -5
Ougi smiled at the thought of Sam being trapped in his ridiculous outfit. She didn't think it as atrocious as some might, but it was a perfect opportunity to mock him. She swayed and turned in the dance, one hand on his shoulder and the other gripping his hand a little too firmly. She seemed lost in the movement somewhat, less in a romantic way and more in a calculating sense.
"The Paradox House is just like any other aberration. It feeds off of us to exist. I'm not particularly fond of aberrations, even though I am one," she informed him. "Maybe you're more sympathetic to your own kind?" Instead of asking it as a question, she was pointing it out as a weakness. "You'll be hurt by it sooner or later. I'm guessing not physically, in your case."
She said all this with her head raised, gaze slightly away from him, not that it was clear behind the shadow of her mask. Light didn't even seem to reflect off the surface of the mask itself. She was eagerly evaluating him based on his circumstances, easily pulling an ill-fated fortune right out of thin air for him.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Dec 6, 2019 16:21:57 GMT -5
Po | Living Room | Iceclaw |Po didn't follow. As Aizawa disappeared into the hallway, the chaos in his head slowly began to fade, and eventually, was replaced entirely with silence. He heaved a small sigh, massaging his temples, and then stood up, pushing a bit of his dark hair out of his face. Now that he could think properly again, he went over what Aizawa had told him. He thought of this place...whatever it was...like an entity, and called it the Paradox House. The two of them seemed to be stuck here, although Aizawa said he'd go back to his own world in time. His own world...the phrasing confused him. If he'd said country, or home, or something like that, it would've been easily understood, but another world? What did that mean? He shook his head. No, it probably meant nothing. The man was clearly stone mad to begin with. Sure, he had no idea at all how he'd ended up here, which was odd, but whatever had happened, the way out was probably just beyond one of the hallway doors. He'd figure out how to escape first, and then once he was free, he'd be in a better position to figure out what in the seven kingdoms was going on here. Aizawa made his way down the hall slowly, looking curiously around corners. He decided, for now, to only go straight. That would make it easiest to tell if there was a little or not. He wasn't sure if the manifestation would follow him, but he didn't really care. Setting off, he made his way down the hallway at what would be considered for him a brisk walk rather than his usual shuffle. The hallway branched off in plenty of directions, however all the doors looked more or less the same. As far as he could tell, there was no real way to tell where you were or how far you had come. Rue | Rock Climbing Room | Aizawa Rue nodded, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she began to try and ease her way down. It wasn’t easy. She kept feeling like she was about to fall, and her fingers trembled from trying to cling to the nooks and crannies in the wall enough to hold her weight, but she didn’t give up. She remembered what it had been like to learn to climb trees for the first time, after all, and this wasn’t so different from that. Just a learning curve. She could- She slipped. A shrill scream tore out of her throat as she fell, going limp like a cat in free fall and folding her limbs in instinctively to try and avoid hitting them on anything. It would be obvious to anyone who knew what they were looking for that she was used to falling and knew how to do it properly, but that could only help so much. Walls were different than trees. With trees one could pull themself onto a branch and have a more or less stable position to continue to move from. Walls provided no such luxury, and were wholly reliant on speed and strength. Rue was clearly having trouble with losing the ability to perch while looking for her next move. They would have to work on that. The stray thought caught him by surprise momentarily before he snorted quietly and rolled his eyes. Teacher mode. He dismissed it, then looked up just in time to see her slip. Moving quickly, he caught her rather easily, grateful that she had at least known to curl into a ball so he didn't have to get hit by flailing limbs. She was about as light as he had guessed, thankfully. Lowering her carefully to the ground, he asked, "Alright?" |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 6, 2019 18:11:59 GMT -5
Matt | Charades Room | mintedstar/fur and zeph! |"..........Huh." Matt watched Myrnin's display, an expression of puzzled amusement on his face as he followed his movements. He watched silently for a moment, taking in the circular walk and the...incomprehensible hand movements, and then started to throw out guesses. "A vacuum cleaner? Or - oh! Oh! A security camera??" He bounced a little in his seat as he made the guesses, getting into the game. When was the last time he'd played charades? Briefly, he wondered if it would be a fool's errand to try and get Near and Mello to play with him. Probably, he decided.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 6, 2019 18:33:15 GMT -5
Hange Zoe | Game Room | mintedstar/fur |If Hange had been aware of the worries going through Myrnin's head, they would've dismissed them offhand. They had always felt very firmly that they were no one's responsibility but their own, and being a vampire hadn't changed that in the slightest. Had they known of Myrnin's struggles, just maybe, they would've been able to ease them a bit. But they were no telepath, and so for the moment, they remained oblivious. They watched Myrnin press the knife into his palm, fascinated, and even looked a bit disappointed when he wrapped it up and put it away. "I see..." they said, nodding slowly. "Do tell me if you remember, won't you? Unless, of course, I figure it out by then, but that could take a while - Erwin doesn't appreciate too many raw materials being shipped to my lab at once, so the number of experiments I can do in a single months are rather severely limited. Ah, the dice!" Not taking a moment to even draw breath, they flipped the dice in the air and then caught them, opening their palm to see what they'd landed on. Four. "Ah, I wonder if it'll be another - " WHUMP. They didn't get to finish their sentence, because just then, several bound and tied piles of wheat landed on their head, making them feel backwards and almost fall over completely. Their eyes widened once they'd had a moment to process this, and they shot up, wound all but forgotten as they eagerly began collecting it. "It's not just sheep!!" they exclaimed, and threw a bundle at Myrnin, perhaps a bit harder than strictly necessary.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 8, 2019 18:14:00 GMT -5
Ougi smiled at the thought of Sam being trapped in his ridiculous outfit. She didn't think it as atrocious as some might, but it was a perfect opportunity to mock him. She swayed and turned in the dance, one hand on his shoulder and the other gripping his hand a little too firmly. She seemed lost in the movement somewhat, less in a romantic way and more in a calculating sense. "The Paradox House is just like any other aberration. It feeds off of us to exist. I'm not particularly fond of aberrations, even though I am one," she informed him. "Maybe you're more sympathetic to your own kind?" Instead of asking it as a question, she was pointing it out as a weakness. "You'll be hurt by it sooner or later. I'm guessing not physically, in your case." She said all this with her head raised, gaze slightly away from him, not that it was clear behind the shadow of her mask. Light didn't even seem to reflect off the surface of the mask itself. She was eagerly evaluating him based on his circumstances, easily pulling an ill-fated fortune right out of thin air for him. "What do you mean?" Sam asked, confused. "Not like aberrations? Why would it do that?" He didn't even know what an aberration was. He just thought that he might be able to figure out from context clues. He knew the definition of aberration, but Ougi used the term as if it was a species. Was the House really definable by such an odd term? "What?" he asked again. Then he glanced away, muttering. "What do you even mean by 'own kind?'" Even Sam wasn't sure what 'own kind' meant for him. It was terrifying to think that it had changed. And he didn't like the idea of being targeted either. In any fashion. He wasn't even sure how Ougi could predict such things. She seemed to have a way with words, not an ability to see the future. "And do you know if it has a purpose of doing that?" he asked slowly. "Enjoyment? Something of the like?" |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 8, 2019 18:29:28 GMT -5
Ougi - masquerade room - sam/mint
Ougi dipped slightly in the dance by bending her knees, as if trying to lead Sam along a more difficult route. Her smile endured his confusion, or rather relished in it. She watched him even when he glanced away, as if using her gaze to burn into his face.
"I hunt aberrations." A scathing clarification, after she had just identified him as one. She wasn't about to stop dancing and put a knife to his throat, but knowing Ougi she could turn on him now or later. Or never. Trying to address his other qualms, she tilted her head and made an "mmm..." sound to display her thinking. "Don't you feel a kinship with other anomalies? Other monsters? Although, most of us never had the capacity for empathy in the first place. Besides, vampires are solitary, aren't they?" There was a nod or two of acceptance.
"So curious about the motive. It's possible this place knows no enjoyment. It's possible it consists of many minds, or many bodies. But I will tell you one thing: it is not that one person here is your enemy. The enemy is a force I don't believe anyone has identified yet." Her feet moved confidently, but more slowly than before. "So, what's the secret you're trying to hide here?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 8, 2019 19:09:13 GMT -5
Hange Zoe | Hallway | Iceclaw |Po blinked out. In his place, a much taller, louder person blinked in on the couch, hunched over a book they were hastily scribbling at, jotting down notes in the margins. They reached blindly to their left and groped around in the air for a moment, before frowning and finally looking up from their book to see where their drink had gone. With a little bark of laughter, they jumped to their feet, flinging their book aside hard enough that it dented the wall. They didn't seem to notice. "Hellooooooooo, House!" they called, spinning in a little circle and smiling gleefully around at their surroundings. Then, they froze. They could hear someone!! The sound was muffled, but definitely there...footsteps, in the hallway. In a rush to see who it might be, they marched to the doorway and flung the door open, stepping inside and peering curiously down the hall to try to get a glimpse at the mystery blinker. They couldn't see them, so they straightened up, and cupped their hands to their mouth. "HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 9, 2019 23:55:48 GMT -5
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. "No," said Adrian, looking a bit more confident. He didn't want Archie doing all the work when he was capable of at least trying to help. He didn't sit up, but he did grip his little rubber raft-creature a bit better. His fingers dug into the odd, slick, water-resistant material and he was careful to keep his fingernails the same bluntness of his mother's. If they were as long as his father's than there would be trouble. The practice sword which had seen more of the water than Adrian had slowly lifted up, hilt first. Adrian had it fixed in his gaze, clearly concentrating on it so it moved where he wanted it. The sword flew past Archie, dangerously close to clipping one of those horns in the process. It sailed away, then started butting up against a duck further away, pushing using the flat of the blade, back in Archie's direction. "Does this help?" asked Adrian, blinking a couple of times and looking up and over at Archie. The sword continued to push at the rubber duck while he did that. "Or I could try something else …" Archie watched with intrigue as the young blond started utilizing the powers he had to start rounding up the ducks. At first he'd been a bit startled and nearly imploded, thinking with dread the blessed fella was trying to nail his face with the little wooden weapon. Fortunately, that was not the case. As he watched, he grinned. Man oh man wrapped in butter and spread over pickles did he love kids. Loved them. This one was epic too. What a little thoughtful man! So helpful and quirky and polite. "Thats excellent! Keep at it as long as you can, I'll start doing the same," he said, unwinding himself from the duck he had affectionately begun to strangle and pushing it over to Adrians new collection. Once it had stopped bobbing about, he quickly floated off to begin doing the same to all the other ducks in the vicinity. "So, where are you from? I don't usually see folks as neatly dressed as you are," he said over his shoulder, pulling a pair of ducks over by hooking his feet behind their heads and floating backwards. It was an old style he was wearing, of that he was sure... But still, he couldn't be certain without asking. And he did have so much to ask! |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 10, 2019 0:37:00 GMT -5
Archie | Masquerade Room | ~∂єѕтιиу and anybody that wants involved"I would never pass up the possibility to gossip. But my initial intent was simply to know who I might be speaking to in the future so I could freak them out ahead of time," he said evenly, smiling as such to match. He looked around the setting and the faces of those who inhabited it. It was so peaceful and pleasant. Everyone seemed to have gone for those they were familiar with as he had, settling into groups or pairs. Nice. He looked over at Vincent through the corner of his eye without turning his head and smirked under his mask. He very much wanted to liven things up. It might not be the best idea... Nobody here knew him. This may not be a good impression. But then again, he had quite the costume on. Rarely did he dress quite so fabulously, so perhaps this was more of an opportunity than he had initially considered... Looking away from his neighbor, he lifted one hand and began to thoughtfully stroke his chin. But how would he go about messing with everyone? How could he go about throwing s#!t at the fan? Flipping a table would be fun, but he didn't want to take away everyones food.. No, that was a step beyond the boundaries of a true jackass. Nobody should ever stoop so low. Perhaps he could smash glasses? Food fight? Set the world on fire? Hm. His last experience with Vincent had been pretty good... At least as far as grabbing attention could go. But no, this should be an experience. Would he feel guilty about interrupting people? Obviously not(i'm so sorry). That wouldn't be an issue. Alright, it was time for some specifically selected torment. Turning about abruptly, he lifted Vincent off his feet for a moment and when he set him back down, a wet brick of soap was stuck to the bottom of each foot. Jumping up and clicking his heels, he suddenly had the same new upgrade. It was like skates, but there was no immediate way to stop or control them very well. Of course he already knew what he was doing though. He grinned at Vincent. "Shall we dance?" he inquired, bending at the hip invitingly, only to slip away towards the other guests. Quick as a flash he darted about, tapping a few folks on the shoulder and blessing them with his new fabulous footwear. Footnote: they weren't shoes, just stuck to the bottom of your shoes. And yes, they do come off if you pull hard enough. He had no idea who anybody here was, so... Anybody would do. Once he was done, he promptly returned to Vincent's side to see how he was faring.
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Dec 10, 2019 1:14:33 GMT -5
“Hi, Clementine.” Rue replied, a small smile appearing on her face. “I’m Rue. I’ve been here a lot of times, and I’ve been in a lot of rooms now, but I bet most people have been in more. I wouldn’t mind going in one, though, if you want to.” Should she say that? With how little Clementine was, maybe it was safer for both of them to stay out here. She didn’t want to go looking for trouble, it was just that...well. Trouble seemed to find her anyway. Didn’t she get to pick the kind of trouble she wanted to get into? She almost grimaced at the question. “I was thinking about going in a room.” She admitted, half expecting the other girl to tell her off for being so reckless. “I just wanted something to take my mind of my world for a while.” She added, anticipating the rebuke. (Whoops, sorry for the wait!) Clementine | Hallway | ®Hawkpath® "Wow, really?" Clementine's eyes were wide and rounded with curiosity. Despite such warnings of rooms stuck in her head, and her general cautiousness thanks to her world, she still couldn't help but to gaze in wonderment as Rue mentioned having been in a lot of rooms. It was one thing to hear it from someone older, but someone nearer to her age made it feel different. If another kid could, couldn't she?
"Um, I'd like to go with you-- If that's okay," Clementine said, her voice growing smaller by the end. She fidgeted a bit, hands twisting into the hem of her dress. "I don't really know anything about rooms, just that they can be dangerous sometimes. But if you've been to a lot, then that means not all are bad, right?" |
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Dec 10, 2019 8:10:03 GMT -5
(Yep!) Spinel smile faltered slightly, as though disconcerted with the statements. Did she worry a lot? She hoped she didn't, at least. Then, Pink would find her a buzzkill and wouldn't want to hang out with her anymore. That thought sent a small, anxious jolt to her stomach. As for the young part- well- she wasn't just out of the ground. She had been around for... She couldn't quite pinpoint how long, but it was a long time. At least a thousand years, she knew that. She was, sure, kind of naive and innocent and- well- a bit stupid. But she was made like that! It wasn't like she had to be that intelligent or mature in the Garden, after all. She just had to play with Pink, a job that she could do well and easily. No need for smarts and stuff there. The gem ended up simply shrugging as a reply, a faint smile still flickering on her face, as she partially wished she hadn't asked. Then, she took a small step forward, and let her eyes roam around the room at hand. Her gaze lingered particularly on the scenes on the walls. Hmm- maybe if she went quick enough, she could just hit all of them? Instead of having to do the puzzle? The last remnants of her smile dropped off her face into a frown, but with more of a curious air as she slowly stretched out one arm. "D'you think...?" She trailed off, eyes squinting slightly as she studied the tiles on the floor, her other hand coming to rest at an angle under her chin. HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 10, 2019 16:24:36 GMT -5
(Sorry for poofing everyone! For those who weren't aware I had a guest over and I had a lot of fun.  Replies are now pending! ) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 11, 2019 6:07:12 GMT -5
Ougi - masquerade room - sam/mint Ougi dipped slightly in the dance by bending her knees, as if trying to lead Sam along a more difficult route. Her smile endured his confusion, or rather relished in it. She watched him even when he glanced away, as if using her gaze to burn into his face. "I hunt aberrations." A scathing clarification, after she had just identified him as one. She wasn't about to stop dancing and put a knife to his throat, but knowing Ougi she could turn on him now or later. Or never. Trying to address his other qualms, she tilted her head and made an "mmm..." sound to display her thinking. "Don't you feel a kinship with other anomalies? Other monsters? Although, most of us never had the capacity for empathy in the first place. Besides, vampires are solitary, aren't they?" There was a nod or two of acceptance. "So curious about the motive. It's possible this place knows no enjoyment. It's possible it consists of many minds, or many bodies. But I will tell you one thing: it is not that one person here is your enemy. The enemy is a force I don't believe anyone has identified yet." Her feet moved confidently, but more slowly than before. "So, what's the secret you're trying to hide here?" There was a new stiffness to Sam's back. Ougi's words had clearly gotten to him - how could they not? "Why?" he asked, eyes narrowing. Knife in the back or not, he still seemed suspicious. He still wasn't completely processing what it meant to be an aberration or that he was not considered one. "Wouldn't you have to hunt yourself?" He clearly didn't grasp the full idea of what Ougi was trying to do. Which was probably a good thing. He didn't notice the slow shift in temperature. It was very faint anyway, so it could be excused. "No," he said stiffly. "I've known other 'monsters' for a day at best. I can't really feel kinship toward something that I didn't know existed last week." Maybe he could. But he didn't want to. He shook that thought away and instead shot back, "No. No, I don't think they are. All the ones I've met live in groups." Not like he knew if that was a basis of contradiction. He listened to the stuff Ougi had to say about the House, ready to pounce on anything he didn't like ... only for her to verbally slap him again. He didn't want to talk about his secrets. "I could ask the same of you," he decided to say back. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 11, 2019 6:14:30 GMT -5
Myrnin glanced at Spinel with a mildly impressed expression. One of her guesses had been very close. Then he looked at Matt and just looked slightly disappointed, shaking his head. He was still pressing his fingers down as if onto an invisible keyboard. Each hand jumped around like an over-large spider. Then Myrnin turned and seemed to adjust something on his invisible box-like item. Inclining his head, he waited to see if anyone would get it. Maybe? Maybe someone was just going to guess piano. He might have done another couple actions, but his eyes were caught by one of the trees. The leaves were slowly falling off, browning on the branches. "Very interesting," he said with a yawn. "The season is slowly changing." Maybe an hour? Three? He had no concept of how long, but he had a feeling that the House should have picked warmer outfits. He hurriedly glanced at Spinel. "Do I loose because I spoke?" He sounded slightly mystified. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 11, 2019 9:47:26 GMT -5
Vince | Party Room | Shadepelt15 Vincent smiled at the the frank answer, glancing towards the others as he thought about it. He was silent as he watched Archie watch him, his pale gaze shifting to meet his gaze only briefly before the god turned away in what seemed to be deep contemplation. He suddenly seemed far too quiet, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. What on earth could he be planning?Instead of asking he turned his gaze upward, watching the sky as a grey-white light peaked through the barren branches. A pleasant cool breeze passed him as his eyes dragged towards the others, fixing on Myrnin as he murmured his statement. It a bold assumption, but knowing the vampire he was probably right. He watched those standing in the trio, noticing how pale the two humanoids were in the bright light. He considered that for a moment, then glanced towards Archie to say something, only to be seized by his shoulders. He gave an uneasy groan of surprise as he was lifted nearly a whole foot into the air, deciding it only be worse if he tried to struggle. Knowing Archie, the experience would likely be quick; and that it was. The next moment his feet were returned to the ground, though in an instant he was sliding backwards. Surprised, he quickly lowered himself, legs shoulder length apart, instinctively shifting his balance as he realized he was still moving. Baffled, he looked up only to see Archie sliding away on his own pair of...whatever was on their feet. He was still gradually moving backwards as he watched the god carry himself across the room, but seeing the rhythm in his stride only made the man grin. Immediately growing comfortable, he slid his feet forward, standing at his full height again. Confident as ever, he spun himself in a curious circle as he willingly experimented with the new appeal. He hadn’t thought his years of hockey would ever come in handy here - and yet - here he was. A smirk hit his lips as Archie returned him, pleased he’d chosen a sport he had such experience with. “Having fun yet?” He asked, almost sounding like an offer.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 11, 2019 14:27:09 GMT -5
Hmm, no reaction to that jest? Io would burst a vessel at any slight mention of looking old... Or too young for that matter...Completely unaware of Spinel's circumstances, Sandalphon was oblivious to the internal turmoil he had unintentionally sparked within the gem. Not knowing what she was, he simply surmised she was a younger member of her kind by the way she acted, in no way guessing she had actually been designed with such a personality. Had he known the full picture, he would have felt empathy for her. Her situation was, in a way, comparable to that of a Primal, both created with the sole purpose of performing a specific task. Something capable of becoming detrimental to them, and those around them, in the future. A circumstance this individual Primarch understood very well. "The symbol of light that all mortal eyes see, but must not look directly upon..." The archangel repeated, standing there with his arms crossed in thought, while mentally tossing the riddle back and forth to try finding the solution. There were quite a few lights that mortals couldn't look straight at, which one was this referring to specifically? 'The symbol' meant it was important, and if every mortal eye saw it... Wait, could it be... Sandalphon quickly did another once over of the tiles to see if he could spot what he was thinking of, and confirm his speculation. Sure enough, there it was, included amongst the collection of shapes scattered around them. There was quite a few of this particular one, too. So that meant 'put out'... He peered back at Spinel, surprise failing to find him when he saw she was ready to begin pushing buttons. What did hit him however, was realization, causing him to let out a very quick chuckle. Her stretchable limbs might actually make this room easier. Alright, the pair's course was set. "The sun." The Primarch replied with utmost certainty. "We need to press the stones bearing suns." He looked around again for a good example, pointing a finger towards the nearest tile with a sun carved into it once his eyes caught it. It was nothing complex, a simple circle with wavy protrusions surrounding it's border to represent fire. "Since I've already done enough showing off, why don't you take the lead this time?" His words were questioning, but the expression he bore when saying them was one of confidence, assured she was capable of what he suggesting. "Think you can reach them all from here with those strange arms of yours?" As long as she only pressed the correct panels, it should be safe for her to do so. There were no monsters prowling around this time. And if things went sideways like the last room... Well, Sandalphon's blade was ready per usual. -Forgotten Temple zeph!
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 11, 2019 16:08:33 GMT -5
Archie | Masquerade Room | ~∂єѕтιиу Immediately the immortal realized that no words could describe his delight upon seeing Vince was quite at home on his new accessories. What a friend he'd stumbled across. Oh yes, friend indeed. "I am, very truly. I hope you are as well," he said, sliding around him and giving him an appraising look over. Nodding slowly, a smug smile made its way onto his face. "Looks good, looks good." It had been a while for himself and, while he had an innate ability to not suck at nearly everything he did, this was a bit wobbly at times. Still, he maintained his grace; sliding back and forth in such a manner the long colorful train behind him swayed and bounced rather fabulously, as did the other portions of long feathers draped over him. He slid around to look over all the little snacks and drinks, still trying to stay within conversation-range of Vincent. "How do you suppose we could make this worse- er, more entertaining? We still have yet to capture the attention of the other party-goers," he pointed out, coming to slide in little patterns around his fool-clothed company. Figure eights, circles, anything that involved not running right into him. For now, at least. "Perhaps we could initiate a dance routine of some sort, or something that involves kicking a ball around... That would be sure to disrupt a few people. Mayhaps not in the best way, but I get the impression you don't concern yourself too much with that," he said, now sliding more slowly around him and grinning mischievously.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 11, 2019 17:12:04 GMT -5
Matt | Masquerade room | mintedstar/fur and zeph! |Matt squinted at Myrnin, utterly befuddled as he continued his ritual. Either the vampire was really good at charades or really bad, because he had to admit, he didn't have the slightest idea what he was trying to mime out. He was distracted too, however, as a leaf fell on his head. He pulled it off and looked at it, and then looked around, noting the change in scenery as Myrnin did. "Oh, it is changing..." he said, watching the leaves with renewed interest. A gust of wind blew lazily through the clearing, and he shivered, pulling his suit a little closer around him and sparing a moment of pity for any blinkers who were wearing sleeveless dresses. Then he looked back at Myrnin, a grin spreading across his face. "Yup. You lose. C'mon, now you gotta tell us what you picked!"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 11, 2019 20:43:19 GMT -5
</div> Myrnin caught the bundle, but looked surprised in the process. "What do you even do with this?" he asked, sounding mystified. "Will the sheep eat it?" He turned to the sheep and offered a corner of the wheat bundle to it. There was no reaction. He turned back to Hange, looking confused. In the distance he heard the thief make a chuckling noise. But maybe it wasn't even directed at them. They were a bit too far away to tell. "So," Myrnin said after a second. "Rolling the dice cause something to happen." Myrnin plucked his dice from his own pocket and rolled them. When they landed on the ground, one was a five and one was a four. Even Myrnin was capable of addition and he raised both eyebrows. Then they narrowed again as the thief exclaimed something in the background. Myrnin turned to look and once again found that there were more bricks and this time they were going to the thief. This was the second time he had rolled nine and this had happened. He looked back at Hange. "I think that this brick place or whatever only does something when you roll a nine." He waved at a sheep. "Maybe that's what happening with the sheep and the wheat." Just then, one of the other thieves, from a distance, started shouting at them. In effect, it was 'get off'. In practice, it was a lot of rather rude comments most of which Myrnin didn't think were physically possible. "Think we should move back to a house?" he inquired. |
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