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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 22, 2019 4:04:33 GMT -5
Myrnin | Ice Skating Room "You tempt me to shake you," Myrnin said with a sigh, his feet moving in a rhyme that could only be described as professional. It seemed second nature to him. Vampires were very odd. If he was set on an actual dance floor he would have been doing a odd imitation of a moonwalk by now or maybe just waving his arms around wildly. He was glaring at Vincent now, but no one could see it under the mask and his voice didn't hint at it. "'That's' ... what? Tell. Tell." Then Vincent decided to brush off Myrnin's question again - and curse. How dare he! Myrnin stuck his tongue out at him, but it was completely hidden behind the mask. There was just so much convenient and inconvenient about wearing it. But he didn't think about that very much. "I would point out," Myrnin said dryly. "That you do keep prying into my eating habits. I'm inquiring to your physical appearance. You could always just answer me and it would solve the pressing curiosity. It isn't like my interest includes some little double plan behind it to work out every advantage over the person I'm talking to." It didn't sound like he minded that this seemed to be what Vincent was doing when he talked with Myrnin. "Though if you wish to pick the topic of conversation?" Myrnin asked briskly. He didn't have anything on him to help with the bite on Vincent's neck. Technically, it probably wouldn't be hurting so bad if Vincent was allowed to rest. "Did you wish to stop?" asked Myrnin politely. "I would not want you to strain yourself." It wasn't a way to belittle Vincent. It was a polite question which could easily be seen as concern. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 22, 2019 15:01:09 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. Mother knows he dang well was nearly moved to tears by Adrians cooperation and willingness to fist bump him. This is excellent. Maybe he'd teach people in his world. Maybe other people in the house would further encourage him. He was so thrilled, he felt like a birthday cake scented candle. And just like that, off they went! This one was a bit heavier, that was pretty easy to tell. Thick rubber, maybe. Or just general house-indistructableness. Who knew, maybe both. This time he kept his head out of the water so he could hear Adrian a bit better. Initially he had tried to keep it over the edge of the duck so he could just see where they were going, but that wasn't going to work. His glorious chin was far too pointed and his neck would not yield to a crane of that degree. No matter, he trusted his companion completely. The first time he shouted stop, he began slowing down, and the second time he stopped completely. Over the course of slowing down, they safely closed the distance between them and the dock and when he finally bumped into it it was rather graceful, a gentle nudge, the sweetest of caresses, the lightest peck from a giant rubber duck. Poetic. "There we are! Easy peasy." He lifted out of the water and shook himself off one limb at a time, then came to stand on the dock and hold onto the duck so that its remaining passenger could still get himself out. "You alright? You don't get motion sickness easy, do you?" he inquired. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 22, 2019 15:32:01 GMT -5
Vincent chuckled at Myrnin’s complaints, not particularly phased by the threat. “Don’t worry about it,” he said lightly as he proceeded to question him further. Myrnin’s demonstration of innocence continued to be endearing, especially when there was clearly so much more to his character; and even more so with what he had been told at the end of the submarine room. Should he like it or not, he was confident that there would be more to find about the vampire the more he pried. He listened attentively as Myrnin tried to bargain an answer out of him, smiling a bit. Then, at the sudden shift of attention, his expression ebbed away ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing carefully behind his mask. It was subtle, as his smile returned at full in just a couple of seconds, but for a moment he’d seemed rather annoyed. Of course, the look was gone in an instant he continued to guide the conversation his own direction. “What about it is so concerning to you?” He asked, gently touching the scar tissue that reached to the center of his throat. He was fairly certain he knew, but he wanted to hear Myrnin theorize aloud. |
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Post by Nightwisher on Dec 22, 2019 17:09:07 GMT -5
   ~Shilo Saga~
Location: The Living Room ☠ Interactions: N/A ☠ Mentions: N/A The eyes were closed and she looked almost peacefully asleep as she blinked into the House. It took her a second to realize what had happened. The wind and stopped suddenly, the warm sun was no longer shining down on her. For a moment she'd thought she'd reached that point between asleep and awake where the world faded away, your body numbed, but your mind could still understand what was going on around you. But then she registered the floor beneath her, the smell of dust. A gentle smile danced across her lips as she realized the situation. Something that she'd stopped dreaming of years ago. She knew exactly what everyone had thought had happened. She remembered her last blink so vividly it hurt, and it hurt more knowing that she was unable to blink back and tell them all that Quincy had gotten to her on time, that the master surgeon, Vincent, and the others and saved her. It had been two years since then, but how long had it been for everyone else?
Teal eyes opened, slowly, and her smile widened as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. The assassin wasn't wearing her normal pants and leather jacket. Surprisingly, she wasn't even wearing her gloves. No, she was wearing normal tennis shoes, jean shorts, and a button up flannel shirt like she used to when she was sixteen. With the buttons open to reveal her scarred torso. If there had ever been a time of the year for her to come back to the House, this was it. June sixth. The one day that she was away from the Team, back at her old home. It seemed like today was a day for reunions.
"Hello?" Shilo called as she pushed herself to her feet, looking around to see if anyone was there with her, hoping to see familiar faces. Though, she wouldn't mind seeing new faces, in fact, she would welcome them. She was back. How could she dare say no to new friends now?   |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 22, 2019 18:32:30 GMT -5
 When Arlo appeared in the House she was sitting on the floor with her back to the side of a bookcase. The gaze of her visible eye fixed on the floor. She twisted the cord of her locket with her left hand while the fingers of her right slowly tapped the floor. She wore the same long coat she'd had the last few times she'd blinked, still very tattered from the plane crash like the rest of her clothes. The fabric that had made up bottom few inches of her shirt had been ripped off to wrap her hands in place of her gloves.
She'd been in the room for only moment when her fingers stopped tapping, her hand pressed to the floor. Her eyes widened, though she remained silent. For a moment she thought she'd dozed off, that the energy she'd sensed was just a dream, but no, it was still there. Not a dream.
Slowly, quietly, she got to her feet, still behind her bookcase. She wanted to step out and look around the room like she'd done countless times before, but this time she was afraid. Afraid of what, or rather, who, she wouldn't find. You didn't have to be asleep to imagine things that weren't there. Especially when you wanted them to be there.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped out from behind the bookcase and froze, her hand falling away from her necklace. She had expected an empty room, or at most, the younger Shilo who'd blinked in a few times before the crash, and when shed been blinking as a kid. She hadn't expected this. At first she couldn't say anything, but finally she got her voice to work again, "Shi?" |
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If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Dec 22, 2019 18:53:18 GMT -5
~Shilo Saga~
Location: The Living Room ☠ Interactions: Arlo Crimson (--cato phoenix) ☠ Mentions: N/A That voice. Shilo turned on her heel, her smile widening into an overjoyed grin. "Arlo?" It was actually Arlo. The first person that the woman got to see on her return was one of her best friends, and one of the first people she'd ever met in the Paradox House to begin with. Memories flooded through Shilo's mind as she recalled every moment she could. Her gaze trailed over her friend, looking for any difference she could find since they'd last met. Had it been when she was a little girl? Or before then. The time of the Paradox House was so convoluted and over lapped and mixed up. Though, that didn't really matter to Shilo. Not when she was back. Not when she could see them all again. Hopefully all of them.
As the memories played in her head, the raven haired woman stepped forward and tentatively reached a hand out to touch Arlo, as if checking to see if the other was really there. "I'm back right? I'm really here. This isn't just some dream, this isn't..." Her breath caught as she started to doubt the reality of it all. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 22, 2019 20:38:14 GMT -5
Shilo Saga was standing right in front of her. Was that really possible? Did she really want an answer to that? Arlo told herself to be cautious, that this moment could still be nothing but a trick of the House, just some illusion that would be there and gone in the blink of an eye. Despite her own warnings, she couldn't stop her lips from stretching into a smile and her eyes stinging at the sound of a voice she hadn't heard in years saying her own name.
She nodded, still staring in disbelief. Please, please be real.
She remembered the last time she'd seen Shilo, adult Shilo, not when she'd blinked as a kid, all too well. Arlo had blinked in close to where she was now, near the bookcase, and had looked up to see the others standing around Shilo. She'd tried, she'd really tried, but Shilo had already disappeared when Arlo ran up to the group, her jacket full of letters the only thing to prove that she'd even been there. She'd never had a chance to try to save her. She hadn't even had a chance to tell her goodbye.
When Shilo reached toward her Arlo quickly took a step back, just barely out of reach. It had nothing to do with her fear of accidentally using her powers. This time it was something else she was afraid of. What if the illusion broke? What if instead of Shilo's energy, she felt nothing?
But one of her best friends had just asked her a question, and she wouldn't lie to her, real or not. She had to know. Slowly she raised her own half-wrapped hand, the same one she'd thought she'd sensed Shilo's energy with when she'd been sitting on the floor. Arlo couldn't get it to stop trembling but she forced herself reach up to Shilo's hand. Her smile grew to a grin and she blinked a few times, trying to keep the tears in her eyes from spilling over. "Yes," she said finally, her voice almost inaudibly quiet at first. She'd been wrong. Shilo wasn't an illusion. "Yes, you're really here. It's not a dream." Arlo had never been happier to be wrong about something. "I don't know how, but this is real." |
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Post by Nightwisher on Dec 22, 2019 20:51:20 GMT -5
~Shilo Saga~
Location: The Living Room ☠ Interactions: Arlo Crimson (--cato phoenix ) ☠ Mentions: N/A Shilo hesitated when Arlo backed away, her grin falling to just a calm and happy smile. She wasn't sure why the girl had backed away, but she imagined it had something to do with the assassin's well known fear of touch. Something she was all too aware of at the moment, but something that she could fight against for now. When Arlo finally lifted her hand to meet Shilo's, the woman let out a shuttering breath of relief before stepping even closer and wrapping her arms around the other. "Oh, my God." She took a deep breath, taking in Arlo's scent, the feeling of her, everything that she could to prove this moment was real.
"I've missed you," she pulled away, taking a step back to give herself some space. "I, look," Shilo reached for her belt only to find that she wasn't wearing her regular clothes. Right, she was home. She was visiting her mother's and brother's graves, she didn't have her weapons with her. Suddenly she felt very unprepared for the House. Though, that didn't stop her from being ecstatic that she was here. She chuckled. "Of course, I don't have it with me now. But normally I have your knife with me, and Nico's as well. And Neb's hero card, Arceus's coat, Kaia's hoodie, Rae's scarf, and the locket Ferre gave me." Shilo took another steadying breath as she grounded herself.
"How are you? What's all happened with you since I left? You have to tell me everything." |
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Post by strider on Dec 23, 2019 0:11:30 GMT -5
</div> Will | Art Room | <Raintalon> Will smiled again. Mei was odd, that was for sure, but it wasn’t in a bad way. It was in the sort of way that made him pretty sure that if they were just two kids at a normal school he probably would have become friends with her pretty quickly. He did have a tendency to befriend many of the “odd” ones, even if that wasn’t necessarily his goal.Once he processed her question, his gaze landed on the ground for a few moments. It was different for a girl, he assumed. Girls were allowed to like pretty things without being made fun of or called gay or all sorts of other things like that. He wished he could like pretty things openly, but even among his friends, that sort of thing would be seen as odd enough that it didn’t even really fit with their whole thing of being the outcasts. “Seventh grade is brutal,” he replied after a moment with a small shrug of the shoulders. “Especially as a boy, things like that could ruin my reputation entirely… not that I have much of a reputation to ruin,” he added with a wry smile, “but so far almost everyone in the House has been nice to me. I don’t really want to give anyone a reason to stop that, I guess.” |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 23, 2019 2:00:54 GMT -5
She was really there, Arlo was sure of it now, energy wasn't something that could be easily faked. After all this time, Shilo was standing in the living room, right in front of her, alive, not an illusion.
When the other woman stepped toward her again Arlo didn't try to move away, gladly accepting and returning the hug. She didn't know how it was happening, but she found she didn't care, all that mattered was that Shilo was back.
Arlo rubbed at her eyes as Shilo stepped back. "I-I've missed you too. It's been almost five years..." It was hard to believe it had been so long, as crisp as the memories stayed in her mind. She glanced away, her gaze unintentionally traveling to where she'd seen Shilo for the last time.
Shilo's voice pulled her back to the present and she listened eagerly. It was so good to see her again. "I remember that!" she replied. After all this time, Shilo still had it- all of it. She wasn't really sure how long it had been for Shilo but she wasn't really surprised. She'd have done the same if she'd had anything from the others. The paper airplane Kaito had given her when she was eleven was still folded in her journal like it had been for the past ten years.
At Shilo's question she nodded quickly. "Of course," she said, walking over to the couch and sitting down. She tilted her head to the side a bit, trying to remember what exactly had been going on when she'd last seen Ailo. She'd been seventeen then... Her smile faltered. She didn't really have much good news. "Last time we talked..." Arlo hesitated. Shilo seemed so happy, happier than Arlo'd seen her in a long time. She didn't want to mess that up. "That was I was stuck on that island living at the inn with Kerah and Vyra right?" So much had changed since then in her world too... |
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If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Dec 23, 2019 3:28:27 GMT -5
~Shilo Saga~
Location: The Living Room ☠ Interactions: Arlo Crimson (--cato phoenix ) ☠ Mentions: N/A "Five years? Jesus...it's only been two for me. Just about, at least." Still, so much had happened within those years it had felt like decades. Shilo's temperament had even mellowed a bit, of course she seemed almost tame now in the happy moment. The assassin followed the other's gaze to the spot, teal eyes flicking back to her friend as if she knew exactly what she was thinking, though she said nothing. Her smile widened once more at Arlo also recalled the opal hilted knife. Her mother had given it to her, if Shilo recalled correctly, and she'd been kind enough to pass it on to the assassin as a memento of their friendship back when the assassin had been preparing for the day she would stop blinking. How long did she have now that she was back? She forced herself not to think about it. There was a journal somewhere with the assumed date written in it.
"Yes! I believe so. A lot must have happened since then..." A far away look crossed over the woman's face as she looked down into her lap, trying to imagine all the events that must have passed in the House since her last blink, and in her friends' lives as well. When she raised her head to meet Arlo's gaze once more, there was a look on her friend's face that made Shilo tense just a little bit. Like she was trying to hold back on some bad news as if to keep the meeting happy. "What happened?" Teal eyes searched the girl's features as if she could read the secrets off of her. She couldn't, but at least now Arlo knew that she wouldn't have to try so hard. The assassin had never been one for light moments, anyway. She was seeing a friend, a best friend, someone she thought she'd never see again, for the first time in two years. Shilo didn't want small talk and masks in the form of smiles. She wanted to know what had happened to Arlo, the changes she'd gone through. Of course Shilo wanted happy news, but what was happy news if it was delivered to hide are more important sorrowful moment?
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Post by Auransky on Dec 23, 2019 3:43:24 GMT -5
Everything was lively, which was really nice given the situation they were quickly transitioned mean. IT was nice to see a group that could quickly adjust if only politics were that easy. Archie's laughter wasn't necessarily surprising, in fact it further spoke volumes of the shady colorful individual. It was that of reason, and sporadic, it was neutral yet chaotic. Interesting... On the other hand, they were having a conversation, further backing reason, it was now a question of when? Such as the instance when the tall peacock laughed in amusement to such a question. It also meant that they would get along-which meant probably an excuse to bounce ideas when he found himself stumped. Don't forget the life threatening ideasHe tilted his head to the side towards Archie's direction, with a beaming smile. "Ah, so I take it you were off doing something else?" He would glimpse back over to Mei who was repositioning herself to try again. Now that Sandalphon was here, he could help tend for wounds if needed-moreso the two could team up to tend for wounds, ice wasn't the easiest surface to stand on, after all. "I will say this, if you donated to zoos in that gettup, you'd get a reputation easy. Become an icon and maybe even an influencer. With that sort of power, you'd be able to really do damage on a widescale." He lightly joked. He'd make an army for sure if he stood out. People are guilable
Rowlin looked over at Mei with another soft gaze, "You alright, any scratches?" He asked, giving her time to recompose herself. "If anything looks out of place, let us know, we can do our best, though I doubt either of us are entirely qualified for the full diagnosis." He lightly chuckled then turned his head over to Sandalphon who hovered over. It was natural, yet something about it made him almost want to laugh, why? He's smiling, ofc, he's happy he was pulled out of the situationRowlin almost spoke up, shaking his head , he couldn't quite pin it. "Don't mention it, I'd feel terrible leaving you hanging." He softly whispered over to Sandalphon. "But it looks like time is too brief." He hinted as Archie made his way over now. On the other hand, he kept pondering. The play that spent all of its budget on the 3D projector, and had nothing left>"So, get this-" Rowlin turned his attention to Sandalphon, then paused realizing he didn't know the angel's name. They didn't exactly introduce themselves-well sorta, rowlin and Archie did. Did the angel introduce himself? He didn't remember. "-Sorry but you just reminded me of this play I went to, and they spent all of their money on the background, had no money left for anything and the one character who could fly, was tied to a rope that went left to right. The person tied to the rope had to stand in the same stiff position the whole time, otehrwise the rope would spin them in circles. So the person playing the flying character would speak in the same still position, it looked like well." Rowlin was laughing , maybe it seemed odd but it was just soo funny recalling it. looking stupid"but it looked like a sandbag being dragged back and forth." he started placing a hand over his mouth to stop laughing. "They were supposed to buy a crane to allow the character to fly in multiple directions, but they spent all the money on a background, that ended up not working!" It seemed like time was forever. Sure Mei, Archie and Sandalphon might think he's completely insane by now, but that play was too funny and upsetting. Especially since the actor was trying so hard to be emotional while staying stiffly still. Yet he calmed himself down, and Archie seemed ready to add to the discussion, by admitting that he could indeed fly. Rowlin's face was red, from the laughter. Yet the answer intrigued him all the same."Oh that's really cool." He was just as enthusiastic as his laughter. "Gotta feel nice to feel the wind as you're flying on certain days. Or flying with the current, to gain extra speed, or flips midair." He imagined it. It was like skydiving, to an extent, except - you didn't just go down, you went up and around. What goes around, comes around"Tricks up my sleeves, huh?" The words made his face scream nostalgia. He pulled up his two wrists to view, moreso the red long sleeves he wore. "Yea, that's one way to put it." Thankfully I wasn't the one cheating those games...But that doesn't technically mean fair either"Yea, I got tricks, some here and there. Some I guess fascinating, others not so fascinating." He waved a hand behind him, "Like the fact that christmas decorations are all around us. Since for some reason lights didn't appear here, I went ahead and replaced them with candles, and glow light crystals." He pointed out with a sight, "But it seems like it went unnoticed." He briefly burried his face into his palm, then shook his head. "Guess that's the underpaid life right?" It was a willing lifestyleHe did bounce back from his brief frustrations, "BUt yes, I have a few tricks, simple everyday tricks." He clapsed his hands together, to then expand his hands sideways, revealing a stack of cards from the top hand, falling towards the bottom hand. "Just some cheap tricks that magicians often are seen doing at kids parties." I think they get it..He clasped his hands together once more, then brought his hands together to blow on the cards. He waited a moment, before releasing the cards in Myrnin and Vincent's direction. The cards flew out of his hands, but it wasn't cards, instead, it was a flock of red northern cardinal red birds, flying overhead, passing the bickering couple. and with that, the ship sailed...With that he turned to see Archie , Sandalphon, and Mei with a grin, "And yes, flight is technically within my capabilities." What's a contract?Shadepelt15 HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt <Raintalon> ~∂єѕтιиу mintedstar/fur : Ice Skating Room |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 23, 2019 6:39:04 GMT -5
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. Mother knows he dang well was nearly moved to tears by Adrians cooperation and willingness to fist bump him. This is excellent. Maybe he'd teach people in his world. Maybe other people in the house would further encourage him. He was so thrilled, he felt like a birthday cake scented candle. And just like that, off they went! This one was a bit heavier, that was pretty easy to tell. Thick rubber, maybe. Or just general house-indistructableness. Who knew, maybe both. This time he kept his head out of the water so he could hear Adrian a bit better. Initially he had tried to keep it over the edge of the duck so he could just see where they were going, but that wasn't going to work. His glorious chin was far too pointed and his neck would not yield to a crane of that degree. No matter, he trusted his companion completely. The first time he shouted stop, he began slowing down, and the second time he stopped completely. Over the course of slowing down, they safely closed the distance between them and the dock and when he finally bumped into it it was rather graceful, a gentle nudge, the sweetest of caresses, the lightest peck from a giant rubber duck. Poetic. "There we are! Easy peasy." He lifted out of the water and shook himself off one limb at a time, then came to stand on the dock and hold onto the duck so that its remaining passenger could still get himself out. "You alright? You don't get motion sickness easy, do you?" he inquired. If fact, Archie trying to look over the side of the duck had looked like he had been trying to do a swan impression. Great and easy for an actual swan, but not so much so for a guy with a lopsided face and a very long horn. It just wasn't meant to be. Adrian tried not to look, just so he could be sure he wasn't going to start laughing. Good thing there hadn't been much need to pay attention to him. "I don't," he answered Archie, stepping off the duck and looking around at the dock. "Is this is?" Seemed like a rather poor excuse of a house. It was just a dock in the middle of nowhere ... there didn't actually seem to be anything past it. That was when the world slowly started to be leeched of all its color, the background fading away into white. Archie and Adrian were left as the only thing of color before the background faded back into existence around them ... completely changed. It was a rather ratty looking living room. Well-lived in might have been a word Adrian could have used if he had ever seen a well-lived in living room. He hadn't. The two houses he was familiar with were not known for their personal look. "Where are we now?" he asked, hesitant. Not a dream, yet he was still waiting for the world to shift like one. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 23, 2019 15:39:16 GMT -5
 Arlo nodded to Shilo's comment. 'A lot' felt like an understatement. She glanced away for a moment, then back to Shilo. She knew she could tell something was wrong. There was no point hiding the truth, so she sighed and continued. "Vyra was taken by people from the same organization that had my parents killed. We'd gotten separated when we were out in the woods and they attacked us... Vyra was never good at fighting and I couldn't get to her in time." Too late for Vyra, just like she'd been too late for Kyoko, too late for Shilo and far too many more. Subconsciously, her hand drifted up to the left side of her face where her hair hid the scar she'd gotten that day. "Kerah told me that she would find out where they were and that we'd go get her back then, but a couple days later I woke up and she was gone. She left a note saying that she'd be back within a few days... She never came back though, and I couldn't find a damn thing to tell me where she was- where either of them were." She wasn't sure when the last time was she'd told anyone about Vyra and Kerah. Her second family, if only for a few years. "I tried to learn more about the group... from what I could find, they have multiple locations, they’re very well guarded, especially the main one, and they have ways of blocking magic.” She sighed. The chance of her getting in was very low, and the probability of her finding them and getting them all out was even lower. She hated it, hated the fact that she had left them, but she’d been unable to find a way in and what was the point if she went after them on her own unprepared and got herself killed without accomplishing anything?
“I’ve been trying to figure out what my parents’ involvement in the whole thing was, that’s why I went to my House for a bit...” |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 23, 2019 19:34:40 GMT -5
After Adrian had disembarked, he started looking around for a door of some sort on the dock, assuming immediately that was the whole shtick with the house. Trap door, maybe a door in the water, or a button to make one spring up like an inflatable santa. But no such thing happened. "I... Think so?" he answered, obviously unsure. When everything started changing all at once, he straightened. Quickly setting his hands behind his back, he hopped over to stand next to the youngling in case something bad were to happen. Wouldn't want to be separated, not here. He braced himself, expecting the absolute worst, and then... Oh. Everything was fine. He privately scolded himself; Since when was a chaos god such a worry wart? That was extremely no-good-bananas of him, and he frowned. Adrians question pulled him back to whatever this reality was before he could delve too deep into his own struggles and he smiled again. "This is the living room of the house," he said and, having forgotten if he explained this earlier, went on, "the way it works, you see, is theres this central room. The living room, yknow. Its as safe as the people in it. Nothing crazy happens here unless someone else initiates it with their own powers. Like, for example, if there was a crowd in here and I set off an explosion like earlier. Outside the living room," he pointed to the door leading out, "are hallways. Those hallways never end, and they're kind of maze-ish? If I remember correctly. Behind each door is a different 'room.' Which, really, could be anything. A room, a whole environment, or an endless body of water with a bunch of rubber ducks in it." It had been so long since he'd seen the living room... Could it have aged at all? He wondered. Were there any new stains? Maybe someone had deliberately vandalized something. If not, he'd be happy to try. Wait, would that work? Or would that anger whatever omnipotent entity the house might be? Scary. He actually shuddered a bit. Thank goodness his new lil buddy was there, made him feel way better. Somehow the well-mannered young fellow felt almost grounding. Like a conscience. A really cool one. Again his attention was pulled as everything began to shift and blur away again, the features of the living room turning into something far more elegant. No longer the grungy, run-down and ragged room of passively dismissed terror it truly was. Now it was evolving into something magnificent; grand high ceilings and big windows, stair cases with skillfully crafted banisters and carpets and rugs thrown everywhere. Lovely, welcoming couches with cushions you could get lost in, and a delightful hearth with a roaring fire. Somewhere, Archie could swear he smelled hot cocoa. And that sounded real dang good. He glanced at Adrian sideways and mumbled(loud enough someone 2ft shorter could hear) "...Apparently sometimes it changes, too. This part I was not aware of." But what a welcome surprise it was. Slowly, he grinned. He turned in a full circle, looking around at all the exciting new things in the room. Fabulous color palette, too. Really loved that. And! Snow! Something in him fluttered and he grinned even wider. "Snow! Holy fidget spinners(tm)! I haven't seen snow in so long!" he said gleefully. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 23, 2019 20:30:25 GMT -5
A wave of cardinals past right between and around Myrnin and Vincent. The birds, that was; not the religious figure or the football team. Myrnin's mind made that distinctions - it seemed important. He watched them, mouth open and eyes bright behind the mask. His whole body language was excited and he turned to Vincent with an excited hop and skid on the ice a little. "That's so cool!" He spun in a little circle. "Have you ever been in the Winter Lodge?" he asked Vincent on the second turn. "Because I'm fairly certain that's it." He nodded off into the distance, past the edge of Rowlin's ice. There was still snow falling down around them, just a little, and past the trees there was a vague blob that was very lodge shaped. "Since you seem content to hint our current topic of conversation is annoying you," he said. He almost kicked at one of Rowlin's candles as well. It was on the edge of the ice and how dare the other vampire put a death hazard near a flammable vampire. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 23, 2019 21:16:58 GMT -5
The living room, the supposed hub of this crazy place, faded in and out of existence into something completely new. Adrian backed up a step and looked around at the bright garlands hanging from the banisters and above the windows. Outside, it was gently snowing. "This isn't normal?" he gasped, turning so he could look out of the window and out at the snow. He had seen snow before, but not recently. And never this white. It was beautiful. "Do you have snow where you come from?" he breathed. It was amazing. He could smell the hot chocolate too, but he didn't know what it was. He looked at Archie curious. "What's with the chocolate? That isn't you, is it?" He doubted it, but he had to ask. "And that fire," he said, slowly turning. There was a fire in the back of the room (clearly the House had no qualms about risking a repeat of previous years when the Lodge had burned down) which the soft chairs were centered around. "Reminds me of home…" The last part was a very, very soft mutter. Memories of his father's fireside chair ... |
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Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Dec 23, 2019 21:42:52 GMT -5
~Shilo Saga~
Location: The Living Room ☠ Interactions: Arlo Crimson (--cato phoenix ) ☠ Mentions: N/A Shilo listened closely to what Arlo had to say. If there was one thing the assassin could help with, if she could go back to her friend's world it would be this. "Well, damn, alright." The raven haired woman pushed a few strands of hair from her face. "What kind of locks do these people use? If you want, depending on what tech they're using, I can try to teach you how to break into their facilities. It'll be hard, and not guaranteed to work, but if you're dependent on magic and I do what I can to help you not be so dependent on it." It was the most she could offer and yet she didn't feel like it was enough.
Then, Shilo's brow furrowed. "Your House?" normally the word wouldn't have caught her off guard, but in the context of the Paradox House she wasn't sure if Arlo meant a normal house or a Paradox House she'd found all to herself. |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 23, 2019 21:52:14 GMT -5
"So it is..." Sandalphon had to resist letting out a groan, instead opting to reach up to rub his neck and once again close his eyes in a silent sigh. Seriously... Were the members of his group really the only ones at this party this horned troublemaker could pester? Eh, he'd made his feelings plenty clear enough already. No point in dwelling on it and ruining the mood for everyone else. The Primarch composed himself, turning around to properly join in with the others. His gaze briefly locked onto Archie, but besides that, he did nothing more, maintaining a more collected demeanor this time. "Hmm?" He tilted his head slightly. Rowlin looked like he was about to say something, but ended up pausing mid-sentence. From the way he was looking at him... Oh, right... "Sandalphon." They hadn't properly introduced themselves to each other yet, although he had picked up Rowlin's name earlier while the man had been talking with their uninvited guest. The archangel's expression up until that moment had been one of mild interest, however, that very quickly changed once Rowlin continued with his story. D-did he just...? Is he...?Sandalphon's face went completely blank in an almost comical way. One could sense the palpable irritation stirring behind that look at what he had just heard, the exact opposite of what Rowlin was feeling. A few moments later, "Are you comparing me to some crudely put together stage show?!" He shouted, once he found his words again. It was obvious his pride had taken another blow, not to mention he found the whole thing to be an insult. To beings who took great pride in their power like Primals, how could it not be? "After I've tried to be nothing but amiable towards you, even going so far as to give you a book, and offering to assist you? What impudent nonsense! Do I not look real enough to you?!" The very air around the Primarch began to stir, his own magic starting to rile up the elements around him as he backed away a reasonable distance from the group. "Let me see your little play replicate this!" He challenged. His wings receded into his body, as if he'd dismissed them, only to return shortly after accompanied by two more mismatched sets. He didn't stop there either, one hand rising into the air. Two large objects came careening down from the sky, their bladed tips plunging into the ice beneath them with enough force to send deep cracks spider-webbing out from each impact zone. This was why Sandalphon had distanced himself, as one blade was planted at an angle directly in front of him, the other right behind. Had he remained where he was, the others nearby most certainly would have been in danger. His goal was to simply show off, not get anyone injured. The archangel remained where he was, floating between his blades with his wings flared out showily. His narrowed red eyes bore into Rowlin expectantly. Hmph. What gall to say such things straight to my face...-Ice Skating Room Auransky Shadepelt15 |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 23, 2019 21:56:54 GMT -5
Vincent | Skating/Lodge Room | mintedstar/fur Vincent craned backwards as red feathers flapped by them, staring after them mystified for a moment before tracking them back to their source and narrowing his eyes on Rowlin. Before he could do anything, Myrnin brought attention back onto himself with a little hop and an excited exclamation. He smirked as the vampire dragged him in eager circle, chuckling a little at his sudden excitement. The vampire’s reactions to things never ceased to surprise him. “Christmas Lodge?” He echoed, turning to look in the direction he was pointing in. With the trees barren, and land bright with the collecting snow, it was easy to peer through the terrain and spot the building Myrnin was talking about. He looked back at the vampire as he mentioned his annoyance, raising his eyebrow. “Have you gotten bored with my performance?” He asked, the question easily having a double - well multiple - meaning. Performance could very well be implying his skating ability, which was perhaps the literal meaning, though it also suggested that he was disappointed Myrnin was calling him out for his facade. Sure, he was annoyed, but the vampire could’ve amused him for a little longer before pointing it out. He tilted his head to peer at the lodge again, then at his hand still in Myrnin’s. “So, are we headed that way?” He asked.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 23, 2019 23:15:17 GMT -5
Mei | Art Room | strider |Although Mei's pencil never left her canvas, she was definitely listening intently to Will's explanation, making note of his pause before answering, and the despondency in his voice when he did finally speak. She supposed she'd never paid much attention to boys...did something as simple as liking pretty things really have that much sway over others' opinions of them? She'd never noticed anything like that in her school...although, once she thought about it, she realized that she never saw boys with ribbons in their hair and lace on their clothes. Was that something some of them wanted, but wouldn't let themselves have, because of the others? "I don't know if the other people here would be mean to you for something like that," she said at last, reaching for an eraser and smudging a bit of her drawing with it as she spoke. "I think it would be silly if they did, just because you're a boy and not a girl." She did think it was a silly thing to get upset about, boys liking pretty things. But she thought a lot of the things people did were silly, or cruel, or senseless. So it didn't necessarily surprise her to hear of yet another thing she didn't understand.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 23, 2019 23:25:51 GMT -5
Admittedly, Myrnin had never considered the House generated people very often. He had only run into a handful of them and often they had varying levels of intellect. These were some of the first ones that seemed to embody the idea of sarcasm itself. "I thought it might be a game," he admitted. Then his eyebrows knitted together, a small crease coming between his eyes. "What does 'NPC' mean?" It sounded like 'text talk'. Which he had no knowledge of, as Claire well knew. "And what exactly is the point, do you think?" he added. "I remember the instructions said some things about roads and buildings. Are we supposed to build over the board?" He glanced at the thief. "And this seems rather reminiscent of highwaymen. Holding up travelers and things like that." He could have sworn he saw the thief smiling even from here. "Do we just keep rolling the dice?" he added. "Or do we have to move places." They had sheep and wheat and apparently the thief kept taking the bricks. Myrnin couldn't actually remember what you could make with either of those other than the fact that brick and wood (the latter of which they didn't have) made a road. He assumed the mountains produced something as well, though he had no idea what. Rock? "Did we want to try to talk to them again?" he asked, nodding at the thieves. "Because I'm sure they probably have more silver. Arrows ... for example." He probably shouldn't have suggested anything out loud ... though the House could probably read his mind. Suddenly, about four thieves were aiming crossbows at them. They didn't even look phased. "They very clearly want us to leave their square," Myrnin added with a mutter. "I don't know what it means..." said Hange, frowning thoughtfully. "It's a phrase I've picked up from other blinkers. 'N-P-C'...perhaps it stands for something?" And there, Myrnin had said another word they didn't understand...'highwayman'. It translated literally, but they didn't understand what it meant. A man of the highways? Perhaps another word for thief? They'd just opened their mouth to ask what the word meant when they were distracted by more of his questions. As he indicated the thieves, they looked over at the group of irritable NPCs, tilting their head as they briefly studied them. Then, they sighed deeply and turned around, good sense prevailing over curiosity for the moment, potentially due to the very real threat of ending up with a silver arrow through their eye. "Ahhhhh..." they said sadly, crossing their arms and casting once last glance at the interesting group of House-generated fellows. "Well, we'll come back later, then. Better prepared. I wonder if this game has armor?" They began to walk, leading the way out of the square despite their obvious disappointment. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 23, 2019 23:40:17 GMT -5
"Probably not," said The Doctor absently. She ran a hand over a screen in front of her and the rattling above didn't stop but it did lessen a little. "I'd just focus on the readout with the circles. Move the dots around. They control where we're going." Apparently she really hadn't just assumed that Matt could fly without any prior knowledge, but she did trust that he somehow had enough instinct to do it with only this verbal message. The ship was still shaking, but The Doctor wasn't even looking outside anymore. She just continued to tap away at her own computer screen. If there wasn't more flashing red lights yet, than she wasn't going to worry. There were suddenly more red flashing lights. Also a low siren. "Ah," she said. "Now that isn't good." She separated herself from the computer screen and hurried to Matt's side. "How's it going?" she asked, keeping all worry of impending death out of her voice as the ship started to list to the left. Luckily for the both of them, although Matt really and truly had no idea what he was doing, he did have rather extensive gaming experience that had left him with a wealth of information about(admittedly fictional) spaceships, as well as a decent skill at improvising. With both of those facts combined, the Doctor's sparse offering of information turned out to be just enough to give him a decent starting point. "Move the dots, move the dots..." he muttered to himself, concentrating hard as all his attention zeroed in on his little control panel. Oddly enough to an outside observer, in contrast to his earlier panicked state in the House's walls, this situation didn't seem to be causing him anything more than mild concern. In fact he was quite enjoying the challenge, now. Land the ship on the planets surface without burning them up in the atmosphere. Simple enough, right? "All good, Doc," he said, grimacing as the ship began to shake even harder. "Dunno what that siren means, but we're going down steady so far. We'll hit the atmosphere in three...two..." CRASH. The ship lurched violently as it made contact with the atmosphere, and Matt was thrown from his chair, skidding across the floor and coming to a hard stop up against the opposite wall. Sparks flew from the ceiling, and the ship groaned, the strain on the hull growing to dangerous levels. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 23, 2019 23:52:02 GMT -5
Mei | Ice Skating Room | Auransky |"I'm alright," confirmed Mei, getting gingerly to her feet and taking care not to upset her balance with any unnecessary movement this time. She didn't like ice skating, she decided somewhat sourly, as she felt her feet once again beginning to slide out from underneath her. Her attention was completely stolen, however, by Rowlin and his magic tricks. Her eyes went round as saucers, and she drew in a little gasp as the deck of cards took flight in a flurry of brilliant red birds, scattering in all directions. "Pretty..." she said in a hushed whisper, watching them disappear before turning back to Rowlin, visible eye alight with curiosity, "How did you do that?"
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Dec 23, 2019 23:59:40 GMT -5
Spinel’s eyebrows furrowed as she tried to concentrate again, despite the fact that she had began to bounce up and down a little. She steadied herself with a small hum, as if just going, “Hmm” made her sound serious. At least, that’s what she thought. “Okay,” she chirped, before pausing to think for a second. “I think I can,” she said semi-confidently. With that, her legs twisted together into something resembling a large spring, with which Spinel used to hop gently in the air once. Then, she sprang forward, pinwheeling through the air until she got around halfway. She fell the other half of the way, her feet unraveling until they were back to normal- just in time to land on them flatly with a thump. “Did it!” She proclaimed once more, looking over to Sandalphon with a grin, before tilting her head slightly. “How’re you getting across? Ooh, are you gonna fly?” HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Dec 24, 2019 0:00:52 GMT -5
Spinel had fallen completely silent at this point, looking around with her eyes wide and a faint smile on her face. Her expression was a mixture of being completely overwhelmed and of being completely entranced by the changes around her, even if she had no idea what any of it was nor meant. It was all so new, and kind of weird, but so swell and lovely too.
The skates were a bit hard to navigate at first, but she felt as though she had a handle on it, in her own weird little way. She almost fell immediately when they first appeared, her feet desperately scratching into the strange substance on the floor as she tried to get a grip on it. Right before she completely toppled over, Spinel quickly inflated one hand and extended the arm attached to the floor in an attempt to keep upright. She gripped the surprisingly cool surface, and leaned on the arm to keep upright as her skates skidded around. She frowned a little, before doing the same with the other hand. She was then able to fully lift her skates off the ground, her little legs rocking back and forth as though on a swing.
The best friend gem giggled a little, proud that she not only found a way to stand up, but that it was so unique compared to everyone else. She then fell into silence again, looking around with an awed beam on her face as she swung back and forth.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 24, 2019 0:13:58 GMT -5
Archie could not for the life of him figure out why all this uncalled for hostility towards him! The weird looks from this angel fellow- Sandalphon- coupled with his apparent eagerness to get away from him. Absurd. Still, he found it to be amusing and only smiled, rather sweetly, in his direction. And kept his distance of course, since he was getting quite antsy to go and check on the other love birds. The bird themes were really outstanding this evening, weren't they? Alas he feared it would come to an end as soon as he flew the coup. Heh. Slowly he nodded along with Rowlin, his smirk gradually widening. Now this was a proposition he could definitely get behind. Phenomenal he'd never thought of it himself, really. But then again, he realized, it had never even occurred to him to get such a wild outfit. Had it not been for the house, perhaps some of these interactions wouldn't even occur. Well, a solid thank you to the house. "Thats pretty genius," he admitted, lifting one hand to smooth the feathers of his coat, a very smug smile settling on his lips. "I might just try it when I get home, if I can remember how this fabulous outfit looks when I get there that is. Hopefully so, I'd wear this every day if I could," he mused. After that he leaned back, letting the trio interact without his disturbance until he was addressed again. In the meanwhile, he just observed them. The girl he had never seen, he addressed again. Though, he hadn't seen any of these people before and it had been a long, muddy-slow time since he'd even been in the house. Ah, the old days. He tuned into Rowlins little tale and smiled, finding he was actually experiencing a bit of second-hand amusement. Plays were very entertaining, he had to admit. But like most things, it had been a while since he'd seen one. But no time to reminisce! He had a person to converse with. "You said it, my friend. You said it," he agreed. After that he went silent, watching intently as he put on that nifty little show of what he knew. Despite its mentioned unimpressive, he was thrilled to be shown. "You know, I've never gotten the knack of card tricks! I tried when I was a couple decades younger, when they first started becoming popular. But its never really clicked." Not that it really mattered. Card tricks were fabulous to watch, but he was able to do plenty of other useful and wild things. Oh but now his attention was really captured. Oh yes indeed, seeing the beautiful birds soar over Vince and Myrnin. His grin split so far it actually managed to dislodge his mask a wee bit. "Oh, now that, that is very very cool. As is being able to fly, very thrilling to hear." As angel-man began to shout, he actually jumped a bit. He'd been intrigued by the comparison to a prop himself, but had said nothing. But personally, he thought looked pretty cool. Eye-catching, to say the least. Apparently he thought the same, as he did not take the comparison very well. And wowie, the display he put on to show it. That was something he was very glad he got to watch. Wary of the cracks, he slowly began to levitate himself. The epic showing of his powers was wonderful to behold and for a long moment he wondered if he ought to be clapping. That seemed a bit too corny, so instead he yielded a very awestruck expression. An entirely genuine one too. Those were some scary looking swords that he would not want to be on the sharp end of. Thinking about the situation as he was seeing it... Now seemed a good time to slip out. Vince and Myrnin had gotten that little bird flyover, and Sandalphon was very intent proving something to their shorter companion. Lowering back onto the ice, Archie began to inch away and towards his other very needy exciting friends. "You know, just for the record, I think you look stain glass painting kind of cool!~" he said to the archangel, grinning still as he slipped away. Just before he turned about to leave them all for the time being, he saluted them and winked. He'd be back, but perhaps when their feathers wont freshly ruffled. Damn, those bird puns! He was on fire! Overhearing the butt of Vince and Myrnins conversation, he jutted in; "Oh, wait for me, will you!?" Energetically, he skated circles around the pair of them, coming to stop in front of the very charming man with a rather long face. "Forgive me, dearest nameless sir. I've yet to catch your name, despite making such an effort for he who seems to adore it," he said, casting a smirk in Vincents direction. Immediately following, he extended a hand to shake. "My ever-fabulous name is Archie." |
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Dec 24, 2019 0:15:35 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!!" Aizawa tensed, skin prickling with cold at the sound of the very last voice he had wanted to hear. Quickly turning a corner, he abandoned his mission to test the House's render distance. Stride lengthening, he took a few more turns, trying to lose himself in the maze of corridors. With any luck that would stop Hange from finding him, if the House didn't just reroute him to them. Who knew, maybe they would run into Po and they could have a good time without him. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 24, 2019 0:21:52 GMT -5
The living room, the supposed hub of this crazy place, faded in and out of existence into something completely new. Adrian backed up a step and looked around at the bright garlands hanging from the banisters and above the windows. Outside, it was gently snowing. "This isn't normal?" he gasped, turning so he could look out of the window and out at the snow. He had seen snow before, but not recently. And never this white. It was beautiful. "Do you have snow where you come from?" he breathed. It was amazing. He could smell the hot chocolate too, but he didn't know what it was. He looked at Archie curious. "What's with the chocolate? That isn't you, is it?" He doubted it, but he had to ask. "And that fire," he said, slowly turning. There was a fire in the back of the room (clearly the House had no qualms about risking a repeat of previous years when the Lodge had burned down) which the soft chairs were centered around. "Reminds me of home…" The last part was a very, very soft mutter. Memories of his father's fireside chair ... "Not as far as I know!" Archie said to him, his voice giving away just how wonderstruck he himself was. Lord, an ageless being and he behaved like he was still fresh. Bonkers. The snow question he pondered, allowing himself to slip into a more thoughtful state for just long enough to figure out how to answer. "Well... We do, plenty of places. But lately I've been in all the places where its not," he explained, returning to press his long pointed nose to the window. Slowly, he shook his head. "The chocolate isn't me... I'd like to have some though. Fire is a nope. Looks toasty though," he said, looking over his shoulder. Being so close to the window... Feeling the chill, seeing the subtle fog where his breath spread over the glass... Man, he really just wanted to smash the window to hell and back and roll around in the snow. But no, no... Wheres the door? "I'm gonna make a snow angel!" he shouted, giddy as a prepreteen. Hopping up, he did a mad dash around the room and thoroughly assessed everything he could immediately see. Especially the door. That which he lunged at. That which he also slammed his head into, top first. His horn was pretty touch at the base so no need for worry there, but... The door didn't open. He grunted, disappointed, and looked down at the handle. Sighing he gripped it and opened the door like any normal person, then resumed his bounding out into the snot. As soon as his feet sunk in more than a foot, he leaped into the air, spun, and landed flat on his back. "Yeeeeeeeesssssssss." |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 24, 2019 12:09:24 GMT -5
Hange | Hallway, RIP Aizawa | Iceclaw |Unfortunately for Aizawa, Po was no longer a viable distraction, having blinked out the second Hange blinked in. Also unfortunately for Aizawa, thanks to Hange's newfound superhuman senses, they could tell exactly where he was going. Left. Right. Straight. Right. Left. Right. Right. Left. Their feet began to move almost without their permission, so focused were they now on tracking down the prey? victim?person who seemed to intent on fleeing from them. Their eyes were wide open, slightly reflective against their glasses, but they weren't really seeing what was in front of them, because their ears were telling them information that was, for the moment, much more useful. Though they weren't aware of it, their own footsteps were nearly silent, now, and their knees were bent in a slight crouch - a posture anyone would recognize as that of a hunter stalking its prey. Something in them had been stirred a bit by the way he'd fled from them...an instinct they recognized, absently, as not quite a human one. Thanks to their enhanced speed, it didn't take them long to catch up to the person, and finally, they peered around a corner, tilting their head to see who it was they'd caught up to. "Floating-hair-man..." they muttered, crouching even lower as they spotted their target at the opposite end of the wall. A grin spread across their features as they recognized him, and as he sped away from them, they dug their heels into the carpet, ready to strike. WHOOSH. They were off, speeding towards their target in a blur of speed, all stealth forgotten in favor of a chase. Whether or not Aizawa would see them coming, they didn't know - they were too focused on a particular strand of hair that looked like it might not be too difficult to grab, if they could get close enough.
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