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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 19, 2019 4:32:10 GMT -5
Enjoyment of the game was the best that Myrnin could offer. After all, what more could Vincent possible want other than a vampire who was inclined to act like a puppy with loyalty and perseverance that would annoy any sane creature. Also, the expressions he made alone were merit enough to keep him around. "Frock coat," he muttered. "Frooooooock coat." He was still stuck on Vincent's sore lack of fashion. It was either that or pay attention to skating and who wanted to do that. He might resort to stealing the holiday decorations and ornaments that had appeared if he was left to his own devices. "Hum. Years aren't recorded in normal time?" he asked, yawning. "Time is a concept you don't care about and thus have never actually managed to record the years. Yes?" "There's a lot things I like about it. It's hot. Not like that matters. Huum. Fair? Friends. Nice house. What more do you want me to say? What more do you want to ask me?" He skated forward, then leaped over Vincent's shoulders, taking Vincent's hands with him as he did. This meant he had to forward spin midway over Vincent's head, but he easily managed to do this gracefully enough that he landed with both feet, a cleft being cut into the ice as he did. "What do you want to tell me about yourself?" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 19, 2019 5:07:38 GMT -5
"I didn't learn them," scoffed Adrian, channeling every bit of prince-like poshness to his voice. "I was born with them." He seemed to find this rather pleasing. After all, he was pretty sure that Archie had been ... created ... with whatever powers he had. The dhampire chewed at one of his fingernails, still moved the ducks, though he seemed to have left the practice swords gentleness behind and was just whacking the large rubber beasts with the hilt. That was the last duck, in fact. Now there was the tight circle of ducks, though some were constantly drifting a bit away. "Now what?" asked Adrian, glancing in Archie's direction. "Do we ... blow them up?" He glanced over the rubber creatures. "I think that would probably work, to figure what we need to do." He glanced at Archie. "Can you blow them up?" Archie's eyes went wide like dinner plates when Adrian informed him he was born with his abilities. Boom, not a mage. Probably. Unless in his world mages were born with magic. Probably not though, probably something different. Maybe... Could he be a demigod? Wow, that would be epic. "Well, thats really spectacular!" he said, floating in loose circles around the ducks they had gathered. He had to stop and ponder for a moment what to do now for himself, looking around the room to see if anything was different at this point and frowning when nothing was. Just endless water. His ears, those which were much longer than any human resembling ears you may have seen, twitched upon hearing Adrian's suggestion. Oh the grin that overcame his face. Oh the delight unmasked upon his vaguely sinister features. Pointlessly sinister, obviously. He was a god blessed angel. "I sure can. Best not blow you up with them, though," he said, drifting down so his toes were dipped into the water while he floated next to the little fellow. "Care to hope onto my shoulders? Or my back if you like. Seems wisest to keep you a fair distance away since... explosions," he pointed out. Adrian looked on with curiosity. Watching Archie's face light up with delight with the mere mention of explosions. He thought that would probably be his reaction. He didn't want to mention, however, that he had just wanted an explosion to see if Archie would agree to it. He seemed very chaos inclined. "That's fine," said Adrian. "I can do it myself." Then he mimicked Archie, floating off the duck in a rather jerky fashion until he was hovering at roughly the same height. If he says something like 'aw, look, we match' I will be ever so slightly confused, thought Adrian, realizing that he did not know much about what Archie was thinking but knew enough that it might have been rather odd. Particularly since Adrian was aware of Archie's interest in him but Adrian knew very little about Archie. His hovering was a bit shaky, but so far he was managing it. Worst come to worst, he could shift into a flock of bats, but that was almost as shaky as hovering. "Well?" he asked, glancing at Archie as a prompt for the explosion. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 19, 2019 13:28:15 GMT -5
Archie's eyes went wide like dinner plates when Adrian informed him he was born with his abilities. Boom, not a mage. Probably. Unless in his world mages were born with magic. Probably not though, probably something different. Maybe... Could he be a demigod? Wow, that would be epic. "Well, thats really spectacular!" he said, floating in loose circles around the ducks they had gathered. He had to stop and ponder for a moment what to do now for himself, looking around the room to see if anything was different at this point and frowning when nothing was. Just endless water. His ears, those which were much longer than any human resembling ears you may have seen, twitched upon hearing Adrian's suggestion. Oh the grin that overcame his face. Oh the delight unmasked upon his vaguely sinister features. Pointlessly sinister, obviously. He was a god blessed angel. "I sure can. Best not blow you up with them, though," he said, drifting down so his toes were dipped into the water while he floated next to the little fellow. "Care to hope onto my shoulders? Or my back if you like. Seems wisest to keep you a fair distance away since... explosions," he pointed out. Adrian looked on with curiosity. Watching Archie's face light up with delight with the mere mention of explosions. He thought that would probably be his reaction. He didn't want to mention, however, that he had just wanted an explosion to see if Archie would agree to it. He seemed very chaos inclined. "That's fine," said Adrian. "I can do it myself." Then he mimicked Archie, floating off the duck in a rather jerky fashion until he was hovering at roughly the same height. If he says something like 'aw, look, we match' I will be ever so slightly confused, thought Adrian, realizing that he did not know much about what Archie was thinking but knew enough that it might have been rather odd. Particularly since Adrian was aware of Archie's interest in him but Adrian knew very little about Archie. His hovering was a bit shaky, but so far he was managing it. Worst come to worst, he could shift into a flock of bats, but that was almost as shaky as hovering. "Well?" he asked, glancing at Archie as a prompt for the explosion. Impressed again, he watched him slowly lift off the duck he'd been hanging on tight to. His smile was genuine, and so was the grin that followed. Dang things were hard to keep under wraps for him. He felt mildly sheepish having offered to do it for him, realizing he should have more faith in this young man! He could certainly handle himself! "Niiiceee, thats epic," he said, gently bumping his shoulder as they floated there together. Leaning down, he nudged Adrians former duck down to join the others. Briefly his attention turned to him from the prompting, then he pursed his lips. "Okayy... Leeeeeets go back heeere...." When he leaned up again, he gently grabbed Adrians shoulders and started pulling him back. Not to be pushy at all, really; He was just estimating the blast radius. This led to pulling him back a certain distance, looking at the ducks, and then pulling him back some more. Rubber was pretty bouncy, after all. But then again this was water. "Hmmm... I think we should be fine right here." When at last he stopped nudging them about, they were quite a ways back. The water loomed below them, broad and black and ominous. And damn, Archie himself was getting a little bit anxious staring at it. But also kind of excited. Okay, anyways. Explosions. He nudged his blond companion back a wee bit more and positioned himself so he would take whatever blunt force might come their way, while trying not to be too conspicuous. He rubbed his palms together like he was trying to get warm, and, another reason he was subtly trying to stay in front of Adrian, his left eye began glowing. It had a buildup of sorts, starting as a soft shimmer then gradually to the degree of a flashlight. Once it was to that point, he straightened his back, braced for impact and raised his hand. Snap. BOOMThe following explosion was massive, to say the least. You may as well have set up a 9x9 cube of TNT in minecraft. Ducks went flying through the air, almost gracefully. It was like a renaissance painting. "Okay, look for anything weird, or some kind of door anywhere!" he said over his shoulder. Hastily he raised his arms up in a defensive position, particularly over his horn. Water sprayed down on them hard and the lurking abyss below them was lurching from the force it had endured, swaying and swallowing itself in its efforts to find its own stillness again. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 19, 2019 14:23:57 GMT -5
Vincent | Skating Room | mintedstar/fur Vincent raised his eyebrows as Myrnin repeated the garment’s name, not sure what he wanted him to do with it. It wasn’t like he could make such a coat appear on free will; so he wondered if the repetition was Myrnin’s way of expressing that he was already growing impatient with him. He smiled as Myrnin started asking about the year, pale eyes narrowing carefully as he focused on the vampire’s words. He spent a moment mapping out an accurate answer to the question at hand - and then one he would say aloud. These were created as separate entities, mostly because he found it to be an amusing sport, now that Myrnin couldn’t see inside his head. “Are you having a hard time imagining that we might be from a similar time period?” He asked, aware that this was, in fact, the indirect answer to the first question. “Does the blood thing throw you off?” He inquired with a chuckle. With the description of his home, Vincent considered Myrnin’s statements for a quiet moment. He smiled as he heard the prompt for further questioning, using it as if he’d just been given permission for something. “How do you go about,” he asked lightheartedly, “knowing what you are?” He spoke with an easy mystification, but the underlying objective in his words was obvious. Frankly, he empathized very little with the morals necessary to perform such an ‘ethical evaluation’ - so the question was more about hearing Myrnin’s take on himself. Myrnin had yet to succumb to biting out of frustration, which made him incising. “Do all of your meals volunteer?” He asked as an afterthought, smiling at the idea. The moments that followed were, as they always were with Myrnin, a blur. One second he was facing the vampire and the next he’d been spun around in the opposite direction, dragged after his hand the unfortunate attachment of said hand to his body. He looked dazed for a second, feeling the pain in his shoulders and collar from where Myrnin had put pressure on them in order to get over him. At the following question he blinked several times, taking a prolonged moment to process it. He was smiling, however, immediately as he was wrenched around - and soon he was grinning as he fully pieced together the scene of events. How dreadfully dramatic. Smirking with his words he answered coyly; “What could I possibly have to tell?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 19, 2019 19:21:19 GMT -5
Noah | Pogo Stick Room | mintedstar/fur Noah smiled. It seemed to make Amico happy that they both have two sisters, and as long as Amico was happy Noah was fine. He smiled at the boy, then hesitated once the next question reached his ears. “Yes,” he murmured after a moment. In all honesty he hadn’t actually met his friends yet, but there was no way he would be attempting to explain how time worked for the dead to a six year old kid. It was the sort of explanation that would fry the brain of even the most intuitive adult, and though there was a chance that Amico would accept it quickly because he was so young… it wasn’t a chance that Noah wanted to take. “Yes, I see my friends a lot, but really only in my world. I don’t have that many friends here, and I haven’t seen most of the people that are friendly to me in a while.” He could remember the people who had made a point to be kind to him… but it felt like years since he had seen any of them. He wondered, sometimes, how they were doing. How their lives turned out. Danny in particular… Noah didn’t know where he would be without him, even though they’d only spoken a few times. The name that Amico spoke was unfamiliar to Noah, so he shrugged, but then quirked an eyebrow once the boy mentioned his… defective… friend. “I don’t believe it’s very nice to call people defective,” he warned gently. At the question of tricks Noah considered. “I’m not sure, actually,” he admitted, then mounted the pogo stick and gave it a few experimental bounces. “I suppose you can do tricks on these…” he grinned, then, launching himself as high in the air as he could go and letting go of the pogo stick entirely for a few moments only to grab it on its way down and land, surprisingly gracefully. “Like that.” "That's what he called himself," said Amico insistently. "A consolidating defective." Then he shrugged. "Or something like that. They weren't words I'd heard before." That was rather usual for this place. The small boy rubbed at his chin, thinking. "I want to introduce you to my friends here. Then we can play games together. I think you would like Nico." The name was said with fondness, like Amico was remembering a brother he hadn't seen in a while. Which he hadn't. He missed Nico. He watched Noah do a trick, amazed and eyes wide open with wonder as he saw the trick completed. "Wow!" he said. Then chuckled. "I'm not doing that." He wanted to, but he didn't want to get hurt again. "But what else can you do? Hum?" He jumped up and down a little, though without the pogo stick. |
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Post by Auransky on Dec 20, 2019 2:10:26 GMT -5
Sure, Rowlin was skating with a stanger, and it could have looked like an exit from the peacock's narrative. He did keep Sandalphon's expression in mind, he wasn't going to leave a comrade waiting like that. That's where the stranger came in, still holding her gently like a waltz to a waltzer, he let Mei control the pace while he manipulated the direction. So Mei and Row were circling Archie and Saldalphon, who seemed to be engaged in a conversation. With a smile he looked briefly over at Sandalphon, and Archie, "Say Archie.." He raised a brow now curious over the tall giant. "Do you by any chance fly?" he couldn't help but wonder. "You seem very intrigued with birds." He softly stated, glimpsing over at Mei who had started focusing on her feet. "Yes that's it.." Rowlin turned his head towards Mei with a smile. She seemed to be doing better. "Go gently, and slow. And when you need to stop, carefully form a T with your feet." He instructed. "Gonna pull away." He gently had started pulling away from the waltz direction. She seemed to be doing better, "Just like that." He smiled. By now he had pulled away, and she seemed to be doing okay now. oKAY mind you, but enough to wander around. Then she went, away, further and entirely in a different direction. It was when she tried to thank him, that she unbalanced herself, and went down. He turned slightly away, scrunching his extrension to the sound of the fall. It looked nasty... the fall. He now slid over to Mei, while calling out to Sandalphon behind him. "I might need backup." He gently encouraged the Angel to follow. Reaching Mei, he tilted his back leg, further back as an acher, bent his knees, then leaned forward to reach out. Her remark made him chuckle, " That's one way to put it, but... Olympians fall daily to reach new levels." He further added with a smile of his own. |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 20, 2019 15:58:33 GMT -5
Closing his eyes and letting out a quiet sigh, "Good. That's all I ask." Sandalphon didn't believe a single word of that promise, but in the end, he decided to simply play along as he returned to facing Archie. He was obviously displeased to be in his current situation, but he attempted to at least try and be a bit more conversational. "Not at all." The Primarch replied, purposely falling to address the first half of Archie's statement. Which was true, he held no disliking of events like this, he just wasn't a frequenter of them. His head tilted to the side slightly. "Prefer my free time amongst books? Not usually, unless I've need to research something. I'd much rather use it perfecting my coffee brews." For the very briefest of moments, a flicker of contentment danced across his features as he mentioned his favorite hobby. There was a reason he was pretty much the crew's go-to for anything related to the beverage. "And yourself? I hope you have other hobbies besides being a nuisance to everyone else." Aaand it was gone. Sandalphon's tone went completely deadpan, his words both completely serious and still little cheeky. While the two conversed, Rowlin's voice addressed Archie from off to the side again, followed up by another, much younger one who sounded uncertain of something. The other man had returned, with a small girl in tow. From the looks of it, he was trying to teach her how to properly manuver on the ice. Sandalphon's red eyes watched the pair do their thing, while still keeping Archie in his peripheral vision. The sight slowly caused his demeanor to noticably soften... Until the girl took a tumble and Rowlin was requesting his assistance, to which he was visibly confused. Eh? Why ask him? In what way was he going to be able to help? If it was to either help her learn how to skate, or heal any wounds she sustained from her fall, he'd be no use in bo-... Then the realization hit. Ah, right. Well, he couldn't really ignore a request for help, could he? That would hardly be befitting of the Supreme Primarch. "Hmm. Seems I'm needed." Sandalphon off handedly told his conversation partner, now feigning his uncertainty and giving him a small shrug. "Not sure for what purpose, but I'd better see what I can do." Despite having been fine before, he was still grateful for any excuse to remove himself from the conversation. "Perhaps we can speak more later." With that, he turned towards Rowlin and hovered off towards where the two waited, relief washing over him. "Hah. Thanks for the assist." The Primarch said once he arrived at the pair's side. The first thing he did was give Rowlin a grateful nod. "I prefer to keep my distance from types like that. Too unpredictable..." He shook his head, dropping the subject entirely after that. "Anyway, I suppose it's only fair I return the favor now." His gaze wondered down towards the girl gripping onto Rowlin's leg for balance for a moment. "Is there anything you would have me do?" -Ice Skating Room Auransky Shadepelt15 |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 21, 2019 0:46:25 GMT -5
Adrian looked on with curiosity. Watching Archie's face light up with delight with the mere mention of explosions. He thought that would probably be his reaction. He didn't want to mention, however, that he had just wanted an explosion to see if Archie would agree to it. He seemed very chaos inclined. "That's fine," said Adrian. "I can do it myself." Then he mimicked Archie, floating off the duck in a rather jerky fashion until he was hovering at roughly the same height. If he says something like 'aw, look, we match' I will be ever so slightly confused, thought Adrian, realizing that he did not know much about what Archie was thinking but knew enough that it might have been rather odd. Particularly since Adrian was aware of Archie's interest in him but Adrian knew very little about Archie. His hovering was a bit shaky, but so far he was managing it. Worst come to worst, he could shift into a flock of bats, but that was almost as shaky as hovering. "Well?" he asked, glancing at Archie as a prompt for the explosion. Impressed again, he watched him slowly lift off the duck he'd been hanging on tight to. His smile was genuine, and so was the grin that followed. Dang things were hard to keep under wraps for him. He felt mildly sheepish having offered to do it for him, realizing he should have more faith in this young man! He could certainly handle himself! "Niiiceee, thats epic," he said, gently bumping his shoulder as they floated there together. Leaning down, he nudged Adrians former duck down to join the others. Briefly his attention turned to him from the prompting, then he pursed his lips. "Okayy... Leeeeeets go back heeere...." When he leaned up again, he gently grabbed Adrians shoulders and started pulling him back. Not to be pushy at all, really; He was just estimating the blast radius. This led to pulling him back a certain distance, looking at the ducks, and then pulling him back some more. Rubber was pretty bouncy, after all. But then again this was water. "Hmmm... I think we should be fine right here." When at last he stopped nudging them about, they were quite a ways back. The water loomed below them, broad and black and ominous. And damn, Archie himself was getting a little bit anxious staring at it. But also kind of excited. Okay, anyways. Explosions. He nudged his blond companion back a wee bit more and positioned himself so he would take whatever blunt force might come their way, while trying not to be too conspicuous. He rubbed his palms together like he was trying to get warm, and, another reason he was subtly trying to stay in front of Adrian, his left eye began glowing. It had a buildup of sorts, starting as a soft shimmer then gradually to the degree of a flashlight. Once it was to that point, he straightened his back, braced for impact and raised his hand. Snap. BOOMThe following explosion was massive, to say the least. You may as well have set up a 9x9 cube of TNT in minecraft. Ducks went flying through the air, almost gracefully. It was like a renaissance painting. "Okay, look for anything weird, or some kind of door anywhere!" he said over his shoulder. Hastily he raised his arms up in a defensive position, particularly over his horn. Water sprayed down on them hard and the lurking abyss below them was lurching from the force it had endured, swaying and swallowing itself in its efforts to find its own stillness again. Adrain wobbled just a little more when Archie bumped his shoulder, but then straighten a bit more as he adjusted his position. "Thanks," he said, unable to keep a bit of amusement out of his voice. He allowed himself to be pulled along when Archie's insistence, glancing down at the ducks and then the dark water. He tried not to look at it. It made his hovering more wobbly. He glanced back at the rubber ducks, than at Archie, and waited. He was just a bit anxious. He thought this would probably be interesting, maybe even cool. He noticed that Archie was taking a position in front of him. He didn't mind to much, though he did feel a bit guilty about it. He probably should be a bit more responsible, right? He couldn't see Archie's eye glowing, but he felt his skin prickle. He could almost feel the energy building. (Or maybe he was just imaging it.) Then everything exploded. That's what it felt like. Like it was more than just the ducks. Adrian through both of his hands out for balance, his body reacting to the surprise (he hadn't been expecting everything to be so big) and the shift was timed to look almost like he had exploded as well. The small flock of bats were tossed around, blown back, dozens of eyes and ears paying attention to things in every which way. Then the boy reformed not to far away, hardly able to stay steady in the sky, looking terrified as he looked down at the dark water. But he was trying to follow Archie's wishes and tried to see if anything was odd. Nothing stuck out just yet. |
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Post by broken on Dec 21, 2019 1:13:02 GMT -5
(Hey guys! Is the anniversary event still happening?)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 21, 2019 1:33:30 GMT -5
(It was put on hold while Falcon is MIA. ^^ )
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Post by broken on Dec 21, 2019 1:42:15 GMT -5
(Ahh gotcha, I wasn't sure I just saw the front page. I hope it's not almost over because I kinda wanna join in)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 21, 2019 1:45:15 GMT -5
(We'd only just started, in fact. ^^"
In the mean time, were you inclined to RP?)
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Post by broken on Dec 21, 2019 2:02:24 GMT -5
(Oh ok great!
And yea I'm down to rp)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 21, 2019 4:30:39 GMT -5
(Any character in particular that you'd like?)
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Post by broken on Dec 21, 2019 5:39:51 GMT -5
(Any character in particular that you'd like?) (Nope, whoever you'd wanna use! I'll probably use either ciel or matt though) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 21, 2019 5:42:06 GMT -5
(Sure thing by me! I'll use either Myrnin or Kid, since they already know both of them.  Possibly Myrnin, since he hasn't seen either of those blinkers in a while. Did you want to start?) |
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Post by broken on Dec 21, 2019 11:55:39 GMT -5
(Yea I can)
A little boy appeared in the living room jumping on the couch. He immediately grinned as soon as he realized where he was. Matteo stopped jumped and sat down, scanning the area. He frowned slightly when he saw no one was here at the moment. However, he knew someone would show up soon.
Matt stood up and headed for the bookshelf just to look even though he knew there wouldn't be anything in the pages. He pulled a book off the shelf and set if down, anything down beside it as he flipped through the pages.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 21, 2019 15:12:04 GMT -5
Archie | Rubber Duck Room | mintedstar/fur Impressed again, he watched him slowly lift off the duck he'd been hanging on tight to. His smile was genuine, and so was the grin that followed. Dang things were hard to keep under wraps for him. He felt mildly sheepish having offered to do it for him, realizing he should have more faith in this young man! He could certainly handle himself! "Niiiceee, thats epic," he said, gently bumping his shoulder as they floated there together. Leaning down, he nudged Adrians former duck down to join the others. Briefly his attention turned to him from the prompting, then he pursed his lips. "Okayy... Leeeeeets go back heeere...." When he leaned up again, he gently grabbed Adrians shoulders and started pulling him back. Not to be pushy at all, really; He was just estimating the blast radius. This led to pulling him back a certain distance, looking at the ducks, and then pulling him back some more. Rubber was pretty bouncy, after all. But then again this was water. "Hmmm... I think we should be fine right here." When at last he stopped nudging them about, they were quite a ways back. The water loomed below them, broad and black and ominous. And damn, Archie himself was getting a little bit anxious staring at it. But also kind of excited. Okay, anyways. Explosions. He nudged his blond companion back a wee bit more and positioned himself so he would take whatever blunt force might come their way, while trying not to be too conspicuous. He rubbed his palms together like he was trying to get warm, and, another reason he was subtly trying to stay in front of Adrian, his left eye began glowing. It had a buildup of sorts, starting as a soft shimmer then gradually to the degree of a flashlight. Once it was to that point, he straightened his back, braced for impact and raised his hand. Snap. BOOMThe following explosion was massive, to say the least. You may as well have set up a 9x9 cube of TNT in minecraft. Ducks went flying through the air, almost gracefully. It was like a renaissance painting. "Okay, look for anything weird, or some kind of door anywhere!" he said over his shoulder. Hastily he raised his arms up in a defensive position, particularly over his horn. Water sprayed down on them hard and the lurking abyss below them was lurching from the force it had endured, swaying and swallowing itself in its efforts to find its own stillness again. Adrain wobbled just a little more when Archie bumped his shoulder, but then straighten a bit more as he adjusted his position. "Thanks," he said, unable to keep a bit of amusement out of his voice. He allowed himself to be pulled along when Archie's insistence, glancing down at the ducks and then the dark water. He tried not to look at it. It made his hovering more wobbly. He glanced back at the rubber ducks, than at Archie, and waited. He was just a bit anxious. He thought this would probably be interesting, maybe even cool. He noticed that Archie was taking a position in front of him. He didn't mind to much, though he did feel a bit guilty about it. He probably should be a bit more responsible, right? He couldn't see Archie's eye glowing, but he felt his skin prickle. He could almost feel the energy building. (Or maybe he was just imaging it.) Then everything exploded. That's what it felt like. Like it was more than just the ducks. Adrian through both of his hands out for balance, his body reacting to the surprise (he hadn't been expecting everything to be so big) and the shift was timed to look almost like he had exploded as well. The small flock of bats were tossed around, blown back, dozens of eyes and ears paying attention to things in every which way. Then the boy reformed not to far away, hardly able to stay steady in the sky, looking terrified as he looked down at the dark water. But he was trying to follow Archie's wishes and tried to see if anything was odd. Nothing stuck out just yet. Positively delightful this all was, really really. But holy buttons slathered in butter, the bat thing scared the hell out of him. The ducks he was entirely prepared for, hands up to knock away anything that came too close. He supposed he could put up a barrier, but... he hadn't practiced that in the house, and he had no idea if it would work. Maybe Adrian could help him practice! He technically was already since he'd been uncertain about the explosion working, but this hardly counted. This was dire. Oh wait he was getting sidetracked. Adrian had turned into bats. He gasped and whipped around, looking at all the little fluttering creatures, his distraction providing an opening for the remnants of a small duck to smack into his back. Not a big deal, he just wheezed and floated forward a bit. Okay, but oh god, he turned the kid into bats. Oh my god. The house is going to kill me. Or did the house do it? How would he get him back? Can you get him back from bats? Bats! What if he had family in the house? How would he tell them? Oh god this was awful, this was- Oh. Okay, okay, he was fine. An ability maybe. Holy ducks. The panic subsided from his face and he visibly relaxed, slumping in mid air. Okay, nothing to worry about. He turned to look back over at the ducks, realizing his moment of frantic urgency had prevented him from observing the ducks in the first place. No need, all that was left of most of them was little shredded bits. Except for one very hefty looking duck. If he'd had to describe it, he'd say it looked like a biker in stature. No arms or tattoos, just really bulky and sturdy looking. Unless the biker wasnt that. But in this case it was. "Aha! That worked! Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" Quickly he floated down to it, setting one foot on to test how buoyant it was... Seemed safe. "Come on down! This ones good," he said, settling down and looking around them. Dock... dock... Dock! "I see it! The way out is over there!" he said excitedly, pointing to the distant horizon. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 21, 2019 15:37:03 GMT -5
Archie | Ice skating Room | Auransky HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt and a lil bit of ~∂єѕтιиу mintedstar/fur and <Raintalon>Archie nodded slowly as the angelic fellow spoke, his own amusement showing through just a bit. "Coffee brews, you say?" he echoed, his interest abruptly renewed. Well, wherever this fellow was from was clearly very sophisticated. Coffee... "Thats quite interesting. I don't think I've encountered anyone that was invested in brewing before now," he mused. Once the question was turned to himself, he grinned again. "Well. That is my main hobby. But hmmm... You know, I very much enjoy studying and exploring the stars. Quite literally in some cases." He let it trail off there, unsure how he would go about explaining his personal method of space travel. Surely he would know some semblance of what it was, if he was so sophisticated... But maybe it was selective. Who was to say? But his attention was demanded when Rowlin questioned him and he raised an eyebrow behind his mask, then bubbled out into laughter from the bird comment. "Oh my, well... Heheh... I like birds plenty but this-" he gestured to his wonderful outfit, "-was not my idea. Not that I'm complaining." Pondering over the question, he hummed softly, then continued, "But yes, I can fly. Pretty well I think," he said brightly. The snarky amusement returned as he thought about the bird thing again. "I guess that was just the house making some sort of sneaky point. Hum." When Sandalphon started to inch away, his amusement turned more sarcastic. Oh boy. "Seems so," he agreed, nodding slowly. "Better, yes." More nodding, and a mildly suppressed chuckle. Later indeed. "Perhaps, perhaps." Something told him he was perhaps going to avoid him later. Oh well. Best see what would happen. So long as he didn't cause him any extensive annoyance... He'd be fine to come back and nag him. Oh yes indeed. After he'd slipped away, he continued watching the trio. Now this was excellent, everyone interacting over here... Rowlins question about flying had made him think a bit; you know, he would look pretty majestic flying in this get up. Or pretty stupid. He turned and nudged his tail to see how sturdy it was. Pretty sturdy, but... Better not try anything for now. Slowly he turned his attention to Myrnin and Vincent again, watching for a long moment and grinning, then looking back at his current company. "Well, obviously one of you can fly. How about you, Rowlin? You seem to have a few tricks stuffed into your sleeves." For now he would stay here, serving as a... training obstacle for the new girl they were assisting.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 21, 2019 19:55:15 GMT -5
"No, not really," said Myrnin, as if he hadn't just traded places with Vincent yet again. "Believe it or not, but you aren't exactly unusual. If you walked up to me, in my world, tomorrow than I honestly wouldn't even bat an eyelid." He sounded like he was trying to impress Vincent. Then again, he sounded like he was trying to impress Vincent about fifty percent of the time. It was probably just to see if he'd react to it. "No. What makes me think that you're from a bit ahead of my time is how you talk. How you act. How you look at the world around you. Your clothing too. Trust me ... you're weird. But you aren't weird enough for a twenty-first century guy to be giving off futuristic ... oh, what's the word modern people use now ... 'vibes.'" Stupid word, but as was already pointed out, he was trying to impress Vincent. Peacock Man might have made more of an impression! He couldn't have that! "Knowing that I am?" Myrnin mused, or maybe slightly confused. "I'm not very sure what you mean. Is it a process that is supposed to be difficult? I never know who I am. I thought that was the whole point." He seemed mildly curious, as if Vincent was going to prove him wrong by giving him a different answer. It was perfectly possible, after all, that he had a different take on the matter. Then he sniffed, seeming to find Vincent's assumption that people would volunteer to be bitten offensive. "No," he said. "I don't take volunteers either. It's demeaning." Completely ignoring the two times he had bitten Vincent, apparently. "I do remember telling you that my current society allows for a way to get blood without killing." But he didn't actually say whether he used it or even if he used it all the time. His plague doctor mask tilted, nearly knocking into Vincent's head in the process, as Myrnin turned his head to look at Archie. He could tell Peacock Man had been looking in there direction. He would have liked to send a rather doleful expression back at him - after all he had said he'd be back - but the mask was getting in the way. As it was, he was mildly curious about Rowlin and Sandalphon. He thought they seemed just a little familiar, but wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just the outfits. He always liked the outfits. He turned his attention back to Vincent just so he could answer his last question. "My dear sure," he said brightly. "Absolutely everything. How did you get that scar?" The one across Vincent's neck, of course. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 21, 2019 20:04:42 GMT -5
(Yea I can) A little boy appeared in the living room jumping on the couch. He immediately grinned as soon as he realized where he was. Matteo stopped jumped and sat down, scanning the area. He frowned slightly when he saw no one was here at the moment. However, he knew someone would show up soon. Matt stood up and headed for the bookshelf just to look even though he knew there wouldn't be anything in the pages. He pulled a book off the shelf and set if down, anything down beside it as he flipped through the pages. "I am displeased," murmured Myrnin, arms crossed as he blinked in. He looked haughty, but at once seemed to calm down visually when he realized where he was. "Ah!" he said, seeming a bit pleased. Then he cast a look around and let both of his eyebrows rise. "Matteo," he greeted. He tried not to sound wary. Just a couple hours ago he'd found out that L still hadn't gotten over the Hunger Games Room. Which he understood. But Matteo had been there as well and maybe he had been visibly forgiven before but that might not actually be true. "How are you?" he asked, deciding on the simple question. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 21, 2019 20:22:12 GMT -5
Crutchie | Hallway | ®Hawkpath® Crutchie glanced at Sherlock, not entirely sure why he had told the detective so much about what was going on in his world. Maybe it was because he was never able to let it out when he was actually in his world, or maybe it was just because Sherlock had been there and he hadn’t told Crutchie to stop talking yet. The boy had a feeling that was coming next, though. They hadn’t gotten on well last time, he didn’t know why Sherlock seemed to be being polite this time around. “That’s the understatement of the century,” he quipped, shaking his head. “They got a home. With a father and everything, I don’t see ‘em at night, so nothin’ I can do to ‘em then.” He shrugged as though it wasn’t a big deal. It was a big deal. Sherlock could probably tell that it was a big deal. Why was Sherlock helping him anyway? It wasn’t like they were friends, and it wasn’t like they had gotten along last time at all, so why would Sherlock care what happened to Crutchie in his world? Sherlock was a mystery to Crutchie. One that he wasn’t sure he had the patience to figure out. “Yes, I’d love a room,” Crutchie admitted, sucking in a breath of air. He needed a distraction, even if it was something awful. He hadn’t been in any awful rooms recently, and he just hoped his luck was going to hold out. He needed something fun to distract him from the changing seasons in his world, and the fact that the Delanceys often seemed to get even more ruthless in winter when there was snow and ice to help them beat up on the littles. Crutchie would have to stand up for them and take it himself. Or maybe Sherlock was right and there was a way to get back at them. Crutchie wasn’t usually one for revenge, but in this situation it felt like the Delanceys deserved it. He followed Sherlock out in the hall, amazed as he always was by the hundreds and hundreds of doorways that stretched out in front of them. “How’s this one?” he asked, approaching one nearer to the living room than he normally tried. Not that the location of the door mattered. Sherlock nodded. He wasn’t exactly helping Crutchie as much as he was simply solving a puzzle, but it seemed to have the same result: he was trying to figure a way out of the situation the boy was in. “Ah.” He said simply. There wasn’t much more for him to say, was there? He wanted to help, he genuinely did, and yet he wasn’t in the right universe to do it. How infuriating. He knew it mattered a lot more than Crutchie was letting on, though, and so he gave it some more thought. If they went somewhere safe at night, that meant both that Crutchie probably didn’t (judging by the way he had talked about it) and that taking revenge then was probably not the best idea. ”Set something up that could happen to them on the morning?” He suggested thoughtfully. “Something that couldn’t be traced back to you. Something that would teach them to leave you alone. Think, think, think. There had to be something. Anyway. Room. “Oh, do you think it matters where the door is?” He asked brightly, trotting after Crutchie with seemingly endless energy. “I always did wonder that. It seemed likely that it has nothing to do with it, but knowing the House as I do, also entirely possible that it matters quite a lot. Have you found any evidence to support your thoughts or are you just assuming you’re right like most people do?” |
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Post by broken on Dec 21, 2019 20:31:29 GMT -5
mintedstar/furSince he found absolutely nothing in the book like he expected, Matteo closed it as he noticed another blinker in the room. He immediately brightened up once he realized who it was. "Oh hola Mister Myrnin! Uh I'm just a little bored with my world, but I like that I'm here now," the little boy replied, now standing up and placing the book on the shelf. "I've been sitting around for days trying to get back to this place but I've had no luck. I though for sure I was never going to come back... And if that happened I'd miss everyone." He turned and stared at his friend for a little bit in silence, then finally asked. "What about you Mister Myrnin? How have you been?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 21, 2019 20:43:06 GMT -5
Well. Had that been him? Adrian hadn't meant to send Archie into a panic. Then again, he also hadn't meant to turn into a flock of bats in the first place. It had just been the reaction he'd had. He was slightly relieved when when Archie calmed down and Adrian started looking around too. The single duck that hadn't been exploded into very small pieces was at once obvious and he very jerkily started sinking downward. It was hard regulating the decent, but he managed to land on the duck without incident. His practice sword was held by his side, after becoming a flock of bats he'd managed to call it back again like he had done before. Landing on the duck, he finally noticed the dock as well. Particularly after Archie's excited pointing. "Nice!" he said, not sure if he should be relieved or apprehensive. This being his first room he didn't actually know whether or not this dock was going to be a good thing or not. He kind of hoped so. But he wasn't positive. So, glancing in Archie's direction, he asked, "How do we get there?" He couldn't swim. He could try levitating or flying there, but he was a bit wary about that. He was ever so slightly suggesting that Archie could possible swim like before, but he was hesitant to actually ask. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 21, 2019 21:01:13 GMT -5
broken"What were you doing in your world?" Myrnin asked curiously, tilting his head as he tried to catch a glimpse of what was on the cover. "What are you reading?" Then he saw Matteo place the book back on the bookcase and said, "Ah. Nothing then." He remembered the checkerboard they had made out of books once. He missed that. "How long haven't you been coming in," he asked. "I'm sorry ..." He wasn't sure what to do about that. There really wasn't anything he could. "Ah! Fairly well. Mostly just ... traveling out of town." He frowned. "Which I don't like. Traveling, that is. I'm in New York ..."
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 21, 2019 21:08:37 GMT -5
"Heck yeah, nice! Fist bump!" He said energetically, extending his fist. It then occurred to him that might be weird and, not wanting to be left hanging, explained; "Its like a... a friend thing! You do this-" he took a moment to bump his other fist to the one extended, "-to your buddies! Usually when something epic happens. Which something totally did!" he said. It had been a while since he'd fist-bumped someone... humm. Hopefully, he could catch onto it. He held his fist there just in case, and meanwhile pondered their method of motion. Like Adrian, he was also thinking about swimming again to get there. It would be pretty easy, and with little blond dude able to see the dock he could just ask for directions while he was in the water. He peered at the dock from where they were now, trying to judge the distance, which seemed to be slowly increasing as the duck floated inch by inch in the other direction. Nodding, he looked back down at the smartly dressed young man and smiled again. "I think our earlier method would work well. If you can give me directions while I'm in the water it should be a chinch! This duck doesn't look like its going to sink any time soon either, so we don't need to worry about that." |
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Post by broken on Dec 21, 2019 21:28:11 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur"Oh I haven't been doing much of anything really. I was just exploring the house I was at," Matteo muttered with a shrug. "Its huge but really old! And I got to be careful not to be caught since the maids don't really like me." He sighed, glancing back at the bookcase as he mentioned it, then back at him. "Traveling? Well that sounds-" he paused when he noticed his friend frown. "Mister, why don't you like traveling? Visiting New York sounds like it would be fun." The little boy offered a smile. "But it's alright if you don't wanna talk about it. I just hope you'll be safe where ever you're going."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 21, 2019 22:55:01 GMT -5
“Oh?” Vincent hummed, acknowledging how proud Myrnin sounded of this fact. Of course he wasn’t weird. The man was a god damn vampire with bad fashion taste, his standards for weird were probably impossibly high. Still, he smiled as Myrnin continued. He ended up looking mildly interested, however, another, more dedicated; “oh?” following as Myrnin called him weird. He chuckled softly as Myrnin hesitated on the terminology, deciding that this standard for ‘modern’ was somewhere out of reach for the both of them but for opposing reasons.
His expression fell into a more serious look of bemuse and intrigue as the vampire pondered over his question, their skating pattern a thing of instinctive rhythm as both had their attention on something else. He raised his eyebrow, smirking. “That’s,” he started to protest with a sigh, chuckling as he spoke. He seemed to think about correcting the vampire and explain what he had really meant, but he decided to shut his mouth before he could begin. Instead he just watched him quizzically, smirking. It was amusing how optimistically he’d interpreted the question...it was so like him.
Next came the snort of someone who had just been degraded, which frankly caught him off guard, which made him grin. “Demeaning?” He echoed with a smirk. Then had the past few occasions been an act of submission? He doubted that’s all there was to it, if that’s what it was at all. He allowed Myrnin to continue, left curious what kind of methods were available to humanely drink blood. Oh well, he could ask later. For now, he had his own questions to answer. His scar kept coming up with this guy...maybe it was weird to try and bite around or something, or maybe he didn’t like the way it looked. How rude. “What did I tell you last ti-f[oops].” He cut off sharply, realizing all at once that turning his neck to demonstrate the mark meant pulling against the fresh wound that currently accompanied it. Apparently the effects of Myrnins gaze had long worn off, but the pain of the bite had not yet subsided. He giggled to himself about that for a moment, then cast a look in Archie’s direction, wondering if the god had caught the one Myrnin had sent him.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 22, 2019 2:43:40 GMT -5
(Sorry for disappearing. Today was more busy than usual. ^^) broken"Thanks," said Myrnin absently. "I'm safe. That's not the issue. We're just looking for someone and not having much luck." He rubbed at his face, sighing a bit. "New York is also a city. For the past ... oh, I would say four hundred I've been in a small town without much going on. Though I have been a city a few times during that. They're just big and I get distracted easily. Are you in a city or a town?" He couldn't remember. He remembered several things about Matteo, but not necessarily his current location. It was a rich person (the man he had been cloned from)'s house, wasn't it? |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 22, 2019 3:20:59 GMT -5
"Heck yeah, nice! Fist bump!" He said energetically, extending his fist. It then occurred to him that might be weird and, not wanting to be left hanging, explained; "Its like a... a friend thing! You do this-" he took a moment to bump his other fist to the one extended, "-to your buddies! Usually when something epic happens. Which something totally did!" he said. It had been a while since he'd fist-bumped someone... humm. Hopefully, he could catch onto it. He held his fist there just in case, and meanwhile pondered their method of motion. Like Adrian, he was also thinking about swimming again to get there. It would be pretty easy, and with little blond dude able to see the dock he could just ask for directions while he was in the water. He peered at the dock from where they were now, trying to judge the distance, which seemed to be slowly increasing as the duck floated inch by inch in the other direction. Nodding, he looked back down at the smartly dressed young man and smiled again. "I think our earlier method would work well. If you can give me directions while I'm in the water it should be a chinch! This duck doesn't look like its going to sink any time soon either, so we don't need to worry about that." The raised fist could have been an attempt to hit him, but Adrian didn't really ever assume that. Archie didn't seem like the type to take that direction. But he did note the way he explained how to complete this ... ritual among friends. He was still slightly confused, but he got it enough that he closed his own fist and hesitantly tapped it against Archie's. Epic probably meant 'completely terrifying'. He wondered if that meant he'd be fist bumping Archie a lot. Probably. "Sure," he answered Archie. He didn't mind giving directions. He waited for Archie to get into the water, then breathed out a bit. The room on the duck seemed a lot bigger now. At least the thing was sturdy. He watched the water for a second - it was still as dark as usual - and then looked steadily at the dock ahead of them. Then he waited for Archie to start swimming. It was as quick as before and Adrian had to shout a bit to be heard. But he still directed the duck as best as possible. Sooner, rather than later, he called out, "Stop!" The dock was approaching fast and he wanted to avoid the situation when they had nearly ran into what they were heading for and capsized. "Stop!" he repeated, intent on jumping off if the duck didn't stop in time. Better to be rolling across the dock than in that horrible water. |
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Possibly Myrnin, since he hasn't seen either of those blinkers in a while. Did you want to start?)
