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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 24, 2019 19:23:32 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. <3 (Spinel is the best and we are too good for her. Did she want to interact with Samuel if you're a but busy and don't want to be bogged down with all our quick replies? Or if you want she could follow after Vincent and Myrnin? Myrnin would probably have many questions about her ... unique skating style.  ) |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 24, 2019 20:41:39 GMT -5
Hange Zoe | Hallway/inside hallway wall | Iceclaw |Aizawa's capture weapon missed Hange by inches, but it didn't matter - the second he activated his quirk, they gasped, deprived of a whole laundry list of abilities in a split second. They tripped hard, reflexes unable to keep up with their speed, and flew past their intended target, crashing hard into the carpet and rolling - no, bouncing - painfully across the hall and straight through the nearest wall with a deafening CRASH of splintering wood. They didn't move.
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Post by zeph! on Dec 24, 2019 21:10:40 GMT -5
(Thanks <3- either is fine with me, whatever you want to do. Also, merry early Christmas everyone c:)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 24, 2019 21:23:13 GMT -5
</div> The vampire shrugged. "Maybe it does." He moved away, tap-dancing in a circle around Hange. The arrows behind them were slowly lowered as they existed the field of attention. Myrnin gently tapped a hand against Hange's arm and directed them in the direction of the house that was probably his but he had no way to say for sure. Probably, since it seemed to have the annoying people by it. "What do you want to do now?" he asked, closing the door behind him. He was asking for things that they could do while staying still. Hange was still injured, which they didn't seem to realize. Well, they did seem to realize, but they weren't doing anything about it like resting up a bit. "Not like we have much to go on yet," Myrnin muttered, holding up one of the papers of instructions from the table. "Perhaps one of these cards?" he pointed to one. Or rather, the illustration of a card which was on the paper. The card also seemed to have a picture of a shield on it. "I have no idea what these are," he said, frowning. "It seems to require a rock, however. And we do not have one." He pointed in the direction of the corner of the room, which seemed to have gained Hange's wheat as well as the sheep that had followed them in and was nibbling at it. "I think you would have to roll for that, however. It's your turn." |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 24, 2019 21:26:54 GMT -5
(Thanks <3- either is fine with me, whatever you want to do. Also, merry early Christmas everyone c:) (Merry early Christmas as well! I'll throw Sam at you so you don't have to wait for replies as much.  ) The smaller vampire was having far more difficulty skating than Spinel was. In fact, he'd given up all together and was sliding across the floor. On the bright side, he couldn't actually feel the could though his fingers were starting to get a bit stiff from the cold. He noticed Spinel only because she was currently avoiding all attempts at skating. "How are you doing that?" he asked, not sure what she was. He used his hands to push him the rest of the way forward and stopped himself near her. He didn't bother getting up and instead looked up at her. "Out of curiosity," he said, sounding slightly embarrassed. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 24, 2019 21:35:29 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." "Er," said Adrian, trying to contemplate what that would look like. "No snow? Really?" That was impressive. It was hard for him to even imagine that. Snow was something that happened to everywhere, wasn't it? "Don't like fire?" he asked, half following Archie as he moved away. Then he blinked as the god exclaimed something really odd. "What's a s-" he started to ask, but Archie was already rushing off. Adrian had to pick up his pace, walking forward at a swift trot to keep up. This wasn't something he needed to worry about for long however because Archie crashed into the door face first and that brought him to a complete stop. Adrian started to hop up and down just a little and then followed directly after into the snow. His breath clouded around his face as soon as he exited, but he didn't seem to mind this at all. "What's a snow angel?" he repeated, looking down at Archie with slight confusion. "Also, are you okay? You hit the door pretty hard." Then he started to look around, at the thick blanket of snow around him and blinked away the snowflakes. Were there snow angels out here? What would they look like? |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 24, 2019 21:44:47 GMT -5
</div> "Matt!" The Doctor exclaimed, hand nearly faltering from the control panel. But she couldn't. She couldn't move it or never mind the siren ... the whole ship would be shattering around them. She furious typed into the console, trying to get the blasted thing into a state where it could at least function as a slightly respectable spaceship. It was not easy. She still managed it. A few seconds. Just a few. She dropped her hand away from the screen and hurried in the direction of Matt, the ship still lurching. This was not good. Not at all. She skidded across the floor, her hair flying out around her, and she ended up nearly crashing into the same wall that Matt had. "Matt?" she repeated. "Are you alright?" The ship was still sinking ... and fast. She'd glanced at the controls on screen. At least when they were digital they couldn't shift the spaceship. They'd stay in this position (theoretically, they were still sinking) as long as the ship actually stayed in one piece ... or completely failed ... or they ran out of air. No pressure. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 24, 2019 22:16:02 GMT -5
"Tsk," said Myrnin. "What? Afraid I'll move on to better? I appreciate you regardless." All this was directed at Vincent with almost fondness and maybe just a bit of something else (perhaps a bit of sarcasm? Maybe some joking? It was actually just as unclear as it sounded). "And yes. Winter Lodge. All snowy themed." It was now at any rate. Myrnin gently spun on the ice to watch Archie approach and then he skated/stepped backward onto the snow and toward the Lodge. As soon as he stepped off the ice, his original pair of shoes assigned to him in the room reappeared on his feet. "Ah yes!" he said brightly. "I'm Myrnin. Nice too meet you, Peacock Man!" All this was said with complete knowledge of Archie's actual name but clearly it was not going to be used. Myrnin bowed, the beak of the plague doctor mask nearly touching the snow below. "You seem to have annoyed the angel," he replied, standing up again. He waved in the direction he and Vincent had been heading, "Come away with us, heh?" That was, honestly, not a comment that should have deserved the wink he sent Vincent, but he seemed to find it amusing that the cardinals had annoyed the man and Myrnin wanted to see how far he could push his luck and annoy him more. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 25, 2019 15:32:51 GMT -5
(tw: firearms) He was right. Sherlock didn’t listen. Instead he took another hesitant step forward, hands up, face twisted in concentration as his mind raced with half-formed ideas and plans with no endings. He had to do something. But what. He felt helpless, and he hated every second of it. When Kid moved he almost snapped at him to stop, but he held his tongue in case the single word spoken aloud would cause the gun to fire. “Mary.” He said again, and his voice actually shook a little. “Mary. Put it down. What are you doing? Are you...alright?” Mary’s eyes slid to Sherlock for half a second when Kid said the other man’s name, then abruptly went back to Kid as he moved. Her gaze narrowed, and her grip on the weapon was steady. Practiced. “I can’t do that.” She told him flatly, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Sorry. Dying may not have been pleasant, but your friend over there-“ she jerked her head in Sherlock’s direction, causing the detective to freeze in his tracks. “-knows damn well I was like this before. I’m a killer.” She smiled. It wasn’t a friendly expression on her cold face. “Think these bullets won’t work on you?” She asked. “Think you’re really immortal? You have no idea what I’m capable of.” “Mary, stop.” Sherlock was trying to think, trying to see the way to get through to her, but his mind was going so fast. He knew what would happen if she shot. He’d witnessed the end of his friend’s life once, he never wanted to do it again. Because Kid had died. He knew in that moment, more clearly than before, that he had really died. And now, he obviously didn’t think he could again, he obviously thought he was in no danger here, but what if he was? This was the House, anything was possible, he couldn’t predict.... ”I’m going to walk towards you.” He said slowly, steadily. “Alright? I’m going to walk towards you and you’re going to put the gun down.” Kid | Window Washing Room | ®Hawkpath®
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"Good to know," Kid murmured. "But even if that's the case, it doesn't mean you have to pull that trigger." He shot a very venomous look at Sherlock. He hadn't really thought yet that the House had um-made his immortality, but he wasn't stupid enough to intend to get shot. It would hurt. A lot. But he had no intention of letting Sherlock get shot! "Mary," Kid said instead, risking his own step forward. "What do you want? If this is just the House's idea of making me confess to that ... immortality statement than very well. Maybe those bullets will work on me. I don't know. I have no idea what you're capable of. But you're Sherlock's friend. And that means you're my friend. I'm asking you - please - to set down the gun." This is literally all the wrong ways to handle this, whispered a very logical voice inside his head. Kid ignored it. "Before doesn't have to be now," he muttered. "I really ..." He trailed off. This was the situation with Cara all over again. Where he'd jumped in front of a knife wielding crazy and had died only for Arlo to bring him back. All of that seemed like so long ago. So much had happened since. But here he was again, making the same choices, and he still didn't feel like anything had changed. Other than the fact that he was the one being threatened and Sherlock was the one who was likely going to get himself killed. "Sherlock," Kid breathed, so softly he didn't think the detective would hear him but he darn well hoped he could lip read. "If you die I will never forgive you." Sherlock | Window Washing Room | mintedstar/fur(tw: firearms)
As it happened, Sherlock could lip read.
He still didn’t really get it, though. He still wasn’t used to having people care whether he lived or died, in spite of all his time in the House, in spite of everything. He still thought he was alone in the world, alone surrounded by friends.
And he still pretended he didn’t care. Even he didn’t really know why he did it. Really, it was because he didn’t think there was any other way Sherlock Holmes could be, so why bother trying? It hurt enough to be alone, why rub salt in the wound?
And here was Kid. Being there. Protecting him from someone he shouldn’t need protected from.
”He knows what I want.” Mary hissed, jerking her head towards Sherlock. “It’s his fault. All of it. Ask him what happened, what he did to us. We would have been fine without him, but nooooo. He had to come interfering in all our lives, and now look. We’re all dead!”
The last word came out as a shriek, and the gloved hand tightened around the gun, squeezing the trigger without quite firing it. She let out small gasp, her breath coming short and fast as she glared at Kid. ”And you. His ‘friend’. Why in the world would you want to be friends with someone like that?”
Sherlock waited. His mind was going at a million miles per hour, trying to fling itself ahead of the situation before it got any worse, but it was all happening so fast.
He couldn’t get to the gun without risking Kid. He knew Kid was immortal, but he wasn’t completely sure he was immortal in this specific situation, and the last thing he wanted was to take that risk.
“Mary, you don’t want him.” He said slowly, taking another step forward. Mary’s hand was still pointed at Kid, but her eyes snapped to the detective. “I’m the one who made it all go wrong. Let him go. - please?”
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Post by Auransky on Dec 25, 2019 21:12:35 GMT -5
Rowlin was lightly laughing, Archie and Mei were fascinated all the same. He snapped one hand to make a card appear, a blank one but still a card. "Just years of practice." He brightly told the two. "There's plenty of time for questions, and i'm certain we'll all get along. Right Sandalphon?" He was caught in the moment between the group, he overlooked the primarch's silence. contract......
Everything seemed to be going great, Archie, Mei, and even the angel whom he hadn't taken the time to properly meet. Yet the angel was a sight, a bright and pleasant feeling, it was a familiar feeling too? Maybe similar to a friend of his? wake up sunshineRowlin snapped his attention to the side, moreso the angel's direction. The primarch snapped, it was sudden, and out of nowhere. Maybe, wait... Should probably settle this out, before you know...
He looked over towards Archie, who levitated himself off the ground. At the same time, Archie was looking somewhere else, pinpointing his direction, it was Vince and Myrnin skating towards a lodge in the distance. "Hey miss.." Rowlin politely addressed Mei who seemed to be doing better, "Mind heading over to the lodge? Just keep rotating your feet in crescents, at a slow pace and stop with a 45 degree T angle." He advised her in a cheery voice. what about mr. angry?
"We'll catch up." He assured Mei, then glanced over towards Spinnel who wasn't too far. "Hey, mind helping her get to the lodge in the distance?" He asked the pink gem. "We'll catch up." He chuckled, brightly. "Who know's there might be fun games inside?" So you were listening?
The air was more ominous then before, made sense given the angry floating weapon was trying to make a point. By now the man openly spat why he was upset, it was clearly pride... At least it appeared that way, given the angel's dark blood red stare. It was both to prove and challenge. Okay
He stayed in place, briefly for a moment his violet eyes concentrating on what he is going to say, or how to present this patch to the issue. It might have looked like defeat given the position of hesitation, yet after a moment he took one step in the air with his ice skates. Taking the step in the air, his ice skates turned into navy blue boots, next the tip of his boot created a light ripple effect thin air. It was a colorful ripple effect, a bright light creating a multitude of colors, then vanishing as his foot rested entirely in the air. He next proceeded with the other foot, the skate turning into a navy blue boot, which too created the ripple again as he stepped into the invisible platform. Now in the air , he took another two steps forward creating the colorful ripple effect below his feet. His once silver hair, now turned bright red, and his violet eyes shifted bright green. He didn't step too far, still heeding caution from an accidental attack. With his hands together, he manifested a 8x10 colorful image. The image contained a group of children all in colorful costumes, and grinning with pride. "I never said you were fake." He calmly addressed the other individual. "Just reminded me of the play that these orphans put on a few years ago. The manager of the play was a third party , no one related to the orphanage, had spent all the budget on buying a background that changes scenes that there was no money left for a special crane that would give the child playing the flying character, the ability to move as they had originally wanted." His expression softened some more. "The jumper cables they ended up using were limited , and it wasn't meant to take the prop wings the main actor wore." He slowly waved another hand over the image, revealing another child by himself, wearing a large feathery wing prosthetic. "The wings were made by another one of his roomates. It was made by a long period of time, and the lead role didn't want to not use the wings. However, the jumper cables were going to spin him in the air. So, after much compromise and alternatives, they found the best solution was for him to stand still and present the lines. And the lines were well presented, just minus his body movement to keep him from spinning midair." "I happened to be in the area, during the Rehearsals. I was there as a sponsor and was curious to see how their show was going to work. I should have only been there for a little bit, but I found myself there for almost every rehearsal watching the progression from day one to opening night. Watching all of them, but especially the main role, trying to present the lines in a stiff manor without breaking out of character to laugh at himself for spinning." He flipped the 8 by 10 image around, to reveal the kids, all together smiling with Rowlin , in his normal state; red hair green eyes. "After the play had its last showing, I agreed to sponsor the following show, under the condition that they fire the talent agent, and hire my in house talent agent. This way, we can distribute the funds for all supplies rather then one background that doesn't produce results on the spot." He flipped the image once more, this time revealing the same lead role actor, a 12 year old with the prosthetic wings from before. He was now standing midair, given the images zoom out from the stage. "We did some tinkering, and created the perfect illusion. The orphans are even more excited to perform their next show in the future." This time the frames vanished. His green gaze softened, with sincerity. "I'll try not to get carried away next time." His voice too softened. Guess I really am nothing but trouble?Doubt..zeph! Shadepelt15 <Raintalon> HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt Slowly Skating Towards The Lodge : Oops |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 26, 2019 2:35:48 GMT -5
Why was Rowlin sending the others that still remained on the ice away? Did he think they were in somekind of danger? Sandalphon's head tilted to the side as he watched the other man move about, the tiniest hint of confusion bleeding into his expression. There was a bud of uncertainty now sprouting within him as well. If they were, it wasn't going to be from anything on his end. Sure, he was both annoyed and insulted, but all he'd planned on doing was a bit of showing off to Rowlin in an effort to disprove his comparison, nothing more beyond what was happening right now. So did that mean... It seemed like this concern was proven accurate. Rowlin returned his focus back to the Primarch after urging everyone else away, for a moment simply returning his gaze with his own. Then the other man began utilizing his magic, rising into the air on invisible steps. Sandalphon's irritation had all but dissapated at this point, now replaced by sharp realization. Rowlin wasn't about to initiate combat with him, was he? Had he taken this display as threatening? Damnit, This wasn't at all where things were meant to go... He silently chastised himself. He should have been a little less dramatic, or at least not gone as far as he did by ruining part of the setting. The Supreme Primarch was supposed to keep those around him safe from those who dared threaten them, not be the thing striking fear into them. He tensed when he felt the other blinker's magic fluctuate, outward appearance altering itself to suit. Although things looked like they were about to go south, the archangel's blades remained where they were, still half buried in the ice. He had no intention of utilizing them either, they had been summoned for dramatic effect, not to be raised against anyone in this room. Rowlin raised his hands, and Sandalphon readied himself for what might, rather justly, happen, clenching his jaw in anticipation. He prepared to go on a defensive dodging spree, figuring he would have to try and sort this out with words while doing so. But what he expected never came... "Wha-..." What greeted him wasn't any kind of attack, but, to his utter confusion, a magically projected image of some children. Behind it, Rowlin spoke up, his voice holding no sign of aggression whatsoever. In fact, he was attempting to clarify what he had been talking about earlier. What had been taken the wrong way previously. 'These orphans'... And with that, all traces of any previously felt humiliation were completely erased. Sandalphon's demeanor eased, taking in each picture as he listened to Rowlin's story. This is what he'd reminded the other man of? They were all so happy, the memory obviously a bright time. Yes, the show had still been poorly put together, but it wasn't a bunch of full grown mortals acting like fools as he had originally thought. It was a group of misfortunate children trying thier best to put on a presentable play, despite not having the proper means to efficiently do so. The archangel's eyes lingered on the final image, the one with the child bearing the faux wings suspended mid-air. Once Rowlin dismissed it, his gaze wondered off to the side, not meeting that of the one standing across from him. "No." Crack. The ice below the two cried out in protest as Sandalphon's blades tore themselves free of it's grip. They rose back into the air, before in the blink of an eye, they vanished. "The fault is all mine. You did nothing wrong." Sandalphon shook his head, again returning his sights to Rowlin. Offering no excuse, "I allowed myself to react in such a way in the first place, made even worse by the fact it was uncalled for." He paused, trying to properly find his next words. "For that, I... offer my apologies." Skies above... Tonight was chain of disasters. There was still that party back home as well. In the end of it all, in spite of the shame he was currently feeling, the archangel suddenly gave Rowlin a look he was probably not expecting. He was smiling. It wasn't one of simple amusement either. This one was more genuine, coming from a part within him that didn't make itself shown very often. "Say. The next time you see those children again, in particular the one who plays the lead role, tell him his wings have the approval of the real thing." -Masquerade Room Auransky |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 26, 2019 5:58:20 GMT -5
"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." "Er," said Adrian, trying to contemplate what that would look like. "No snow? Really?" That was impressive. It was hard for him to even imagine that. Snow was something that happened to everywhere, wasn't it? "Don't like fire?" he asked, half following Archie as he moved away. Then he blinked as the god exclaimed something really odd. "What's a s-" he started to ask, but Archie was already rushing off. Adrian had to pick up his pace, walking forward at a swift trot to keep up. This wasn't something he needed to worry about for long however because Archie crashed into the door face first and that brought him to a complete stop. Adrian started to hop up and down just a little and then followed directly after into the snow. His breath clouded around his face as soon as he exited, but he didn't seem to mind this at all. "What's a snow angel?" he repeated, looking down at Archie with slight confusion. "Also, are you okay? You hit the door pretty hard." Then he started to look around, at the thick blanket of snow around him and blinked away the snowflakes. Were there snow angels out here? What would they look like? "Nope, no snow. Its pretty warm in some places where I'm from," he said, following up the next question, "I don't mind it so much. Off we go!" From his place nestled into snow, he grinned up at Adrian, raising an eyebrow at his two new inquiries. He didn't know what a snow angel was? That was rough. Sounded like he was more familiar with snow, and yet never had he seen a snow angel? Maybe it went by a different name for him in his world. Maaaaayybbee. "A snow angel! its when you lay in the snow and wave your arms and legs around," he explained, doing just that in the snow to demonstrate. As the soft white flakes swept over and around his arms, he grinned, thrilled that he had this opportunity. It had been so long... "I'm fine! Tough enough to handle it. Just didn't expect it to have a latching handle... Looked like it would just swing open." Dunno why people even had latching doors. So what if it was useful sometimes? The number of times he'd smacked into doors was at an all time high. Same with other people, he firmly believed. |
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Post by zeph! on Dec 26, 2019 21:26:59 GMT -5
(Okay!) Spinel took a moment to drag her gaze and attention away from the sky, where the white stuff was still coming down, and to the person on the ground. "Hi," She chirped, before pausing to think for a moment. "Well, I just made my hands bigger a lil' bit. Then, I put them on the ground." She tried to shrug, only to lose her balance a little and scrabble for a moment, until she finally came to rest with a small sigh of relief. She looked at Rowlin with her eyes round and uncomprehending, as she mouthed, " Lodge?" Spinel did know what games were, however, literally perking up like a dog offered a bone. That movement, however, was the final straw - her arms slid under her, causing her to flop onto the substance covering the ground. Huh. It was hard, too. Her face remained comically blank for a minute or two, her limbs all tangled on the floor. That is, until she snapped out of whatever state of shock she got herself in and began to straighten herself out. She actually managed to get herself sitting upright, looking at Sam, and then Mei, and Rowlin, who was now talking to - oh, hey, Sandalphon!- and then back at the skates. "I don't like these," she said in a manner that was both simple and matter-of-fact, with a small tap on them using one extended arm. mintedstar/fur, Auransky, and <Raintalon>, and slight mention of HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 26, 2019 22:28:15 GMT -5
Vincent lifted his eyebrows slightly as the vampire tried to reassure him of his worth, not saying anything even as he explained the lodge in further detail. He turned his head slightly as he heard Archie approach, pretending to look in the lodge’s direction to mask his eye roll. He looked back as the god asked for Myrnin’s name, smirking at the mentioning of himself. Then, as Myrnin stepped off the ice he slowly followed, eyeing him with pale, expressionless eyes as he used such a fond title. At the wink he pulled his hands away, not violently, but with deliverance. With that, he tugged curtly at the collar of his jacket, straightening it with no trace of a smile. Of course, the sharp jerk of his shoulders caused the bells of his mask to jingle, of which, he could not help but grin at. Myrnin was right, this costume was far too loud for him. He looked back at Archie, his smile returning to his usual smirk as he looked the god up and down. No doubt he’d gotten some satisfaction from the past few moments, but surly he wasn’t done yet. He’d need to keep an eye on the god - not for the sake of stopping him, but for hopefully being able to keep up with what was happening next. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 27, 2019 3:04:42 GMT -5
 Arlo gave Shilo a sort of sad attempt at a smile. She appreciated the offer, but unfortunately it was a bit more complicated than that. “I haven’t been able to get close enough to tell that. They have some sort of... invisible barriers around their bases. I don’t know if there’s a way to disable them from outside and the only way I can think of to get in would be from above.” She did know a pilot but she hadn’t gotten to that yet, not that it really mattered much when they no longer had a plane.
At Shilo’s reaction to the world ‘house’ Arlo nodded. “Yep, I actually have one of those. Well, at one point, I was eleven the last time I was there.” She’d been so different a decade ago... It had felt strange to go back after so much time. "My parents used to keep their notes and the things they found when we were traveling in a hidden room and I thought maybe I could find... something. Anything that could help me make sense of all this.” That sure hadn’t gone as planned.
“Turns out it was sold after we disappeared to someone my family used to know- the sister of the guy we went to the island with actually. I guess she was using it to store some stuff but for the most part she’d left everything the way it was... apparently she’d had her nephew go by to check on it shortly before I broke in and left his phone on the counter.” Arlo sighed. She’d never known a misplaced phone could lead to so much trouble. “He came back for it while I was still in the house and I tried to make him leave but there were people looking for me and they broke into the house caught the place on fire somehow so I ended up having to sneak him out through the secret room... I thought I could make sure he got away and disappear again before anything else happened but then he realized who I was.”
She ran a hand through her hair, slowly shaking her head. She wondered if he would have told her that he knew who she was if he’d known everything that would happen after. “It was late at night and the generator wasn’t on so it was dark in the house but I had expected that he’d realize who I was if I stuck around too long... I have a feeling he would have figured it out even if I had made him to leave before anyone else got there though.” Her expression and tone seemed conflicted, as if she couldn’t decide whether she was irritated or pleased about that.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 27, 2019 22:12:58 GMT -5
Kid | Window Washing Room | ®Hawkpath®
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"Good to know," Kid murmured. "But even if that's the case, it doesn't mean you have to pull that trigger." He shot a very venomous look at Sherlock. He hadn't really thought yet that the House had um-made his immortality, but he wasn't stupid enough to intend to get shot. It would hurt. A lot. But he had no intention of letting Sherlock get shot! "Mary," Kid said instead, risking his own step forward. "What do you want? If this is just the House's idea of making me confess to that ... immortality statement than very well. Maybe those bullets will work on me. I don't know. I have no idea what you're capable of. But you're Sherlock's friend. And that means you're my friend. I'm asking you - please - to set down the gun." This is literally all the wrong ways to handle this, whispered a very logical voice inside his head. Kid ignored it. "Before doesn't have to be now," he muttered. "I really ..." He trailed off. This was the situation with Cara all over again. Where he'd jumped in front of a knife wielding crazy and had died only for Arlo to bring him back. All of that seemed like so long ago. So much had happened since. But here he was again, making the same choices, and he still didn't feel like anything had changed. Other than the fact that he was the one being threatened and Sherlock was the one who was likely going to get himself killed. "Sherlock," Kid breathed, so softly he didn't think the detective would hear him but he darn well hoped he could lip read. "If you die I will never forgive you." Sherlock | Window Washing Room | mintedstar/fur (tw: firearms)
As it happened, Sherlock could lip read.
He still didn’t really get it, though. He still wasn’t used to having people care whether he lived or died, in spite of all his time in the House, in spite of everything. He still thought he was alone in the world, alone surrounded by friends.
And he still pretended he didn’t care. Even he didn’t really know why he did it. Really, it was because he didn’t think there was any other way Sherlock Holmes could be, so why bother trying? It hurt enough to be alone, why rub salt in the wound?
And here was Kid. Being there. Protecting him from someone he shouldn’t need protected from.
”He knows what I want.” Mary hissed, jerking her head towards Sherlock. “It’s his fault. All of it. Ask him what happened, what he did to us. We would have been fine without him, but nooooo. He had to come interfering in all our lives, and now look. We’re all dead!”
The last word came out as a shriek, and the gloved hand tightened around the gun, squeezing the trigger without quite firing it. She let out small gasp, her breath coming short and fast as she glared at Kid. ”And you. His ‘friend’. Why in the world would you want to be friends with someone like that?”
Sherlock waited. His mind was going at a million miles per hour, trying to fling itself ahead of the situation before it got any worse, but it was all happening so fast.
He couldn’t get to the gun without risking Kid. He knew Kid was immortal, but he wasn’t completely sure he was immortal in this specific situation, and the last thing he wanted was to take that risk.
“Mary, you don’t want him.” He said slowly, taking another step forward. Mary’s hand was still pointed at Kid, but her eyes snapped to the detective. “I’m the one who made it all go wrong. Let him go. - please?”
(tw: firearms) And it was back to the him vs. me montage of before. Kid just didn't know how to fight it when it was Sherlock. There was just too much against him. How could he talk down someone who not only wasn't a mirror of someone from his world, but was clearly part of a House construct. There wasn't going to be a way to change her mind unless the House wanted her to change her mind. "I ..." he said, trying to work out how to put into words what he needed to say. "Because people aren't gods. He never wanted to be someone of harm to you - but I believe he's someone who can repair the damage he's done. People do bad things. That doesn't stop by other people doing bad things back." His eyes narrowed. "He's lost all the friends he's ever known in his world. Death is the lesser of a punishments to being alone. Leaving him alive means he has chances to mend what's happened." He shifted just a little, making it look like he was stepping to the side even while he moved just a bit forward. "He's my friend because he has managed to do good in the past. He's still my friend because I'm placing my trust in him to do it again in the future." Was he about to get shot? If he blinked back into his own world would he still heal? Or would this be the last act he did as the House made him eat his words. He glanced at Sherlock, steal in his gaze. Both of them were stubborn fools trying to save the other and only making the situation worse. Would there even be time for one of them to back down? |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 27, 2019 23:37:01 GMT -5
"Er," said Adrian, trying to contemplate what that would look like. "No snow? Really?" That was impressive. It was hard for him to even imagine that. Snow was something that happened to everywhere, wasn't it? "Don't like fire?" he asked, half following Archie as he moved away. Then he blinked as the god exclaimed something really odd. "What's a s-" he started to ask, but Archie was already rushing off. Adrian had to pick up his pace, walking forward at a swift trot to keep up. This wasn't something he needed to worry about for long however because Archie crashed into the door face first and that brought him to a complete stop. Adrian started to hop up and down just a little and then followed directly after into the snow. His breath clouded around his face as soon as he exited, but he didn't seem to mind this at all. "What's a snow angel?" he repeated, looking down at Archie with slight confusion. "Also, are you okay? You hit the door pretty hard." Then he started to look around, at the thick blanket of snow around him and blinked away the snowflakes. Were there snow angels out here? What would they look like? "Nope, no snow. Its pretty warm in some places where I'm from," he said, following up the next question, "I don't mind it so much. Off we go!" From his place nestled into snow, he grinned up at Adrian, raising an eyebrow at his two new inquiries. He didn't know what a snow angel was? That was rough. Sounded like he was more familiar with snow, and yet never had he seen a snow angel? Maybe it went by a different name for him in his world. Maaaaayybbee. "A snow angel! its when you lay in the snow and wave your arms and legs around," he explained, doing just that in the snow to demonstrate. As the soft white flakes swept over and around his arms, he grinned, thrilled that he had this opportunity. It had been so long... "I'm fine! Tough enough to handle it. Just didn't expect it to have a latching handle... Looked like it would just swing open." Dunno why people even had latching doors. So what if it was useful sometimes? The number of times he'd smacked into doors was at an all time high. Same with other people, he firmly believed. "Why?" asked Adrian, apparently confused that something like rolling around in frozen water might be used for fun rather than anything practical. "Why's it for?" He crouched down near Archie and poked at the flurry of snow nearby. It gave under his fingers. "Okay," he said, as if taking Archie's answer as normal reactions for someone who had just struggled with a very simple door. Archie was in a bit of a rough position to notice what Adrian was doing, but after a second a literal wave of snow ended up being scooted on top of him, burying his face under a heap of flakes. Adrian at once started giggling. Now that was fun! It didn't have anything to do with making shapes in the snow. He continued to try and scoop snow onto Archie, trying to keep him down. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 27, 2019 23:44:52 GMT -5
Samuel | Iceskating room | zeph! , Auransky and slight mention of HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt and <Raintalon>Samuel's eyes widened comically as Spinel slipped. "Are you alright?" he asked. Then he shook that off and looked around at the other blinkers. "Lodge?" He remembered small mentions of a Lodge before. But he hadn't ever actually heard of it. He glanced at Spinel, in case she knew what was going on. "Er ... I think we should probably follow them," he said, indicating Sandalphon, Mei, and Rowlin. "What's the Lodge?" he asked a bit louder. He continued to scoot across the ground, about as eloquent as Spinel. "I don't like them much either. Hopefully they'll disappear after we get off the ice." He glanced at Rowlin and let his eyesbrows rise. He and the angel hadn't seemed to be getting along. "Slide?" he suggested to Spinel. Then, using his feet, he pushed himself along the ice, spinning a bit as he went. At least that was fun. He smiled and gave her two thumbs up as he passed.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 28, 2019 18:11:17 GMT -5
</div></div> Matt | Spaceship room | mintedstar/fur |Matt slowly pulled himself up into a crooked sitting position, bracing himself on his hands and wincing as sharp pain cut through his chest, pulling at his lungs and blackening the edges of his vision. He was hurt pretty bad, he thought...this didn't feel like normal, ribs-in-one-piece kind of pain. No time to worry about that, though. "Aces," he said to the Doctor, giving her a weak thumbs-up. "What's important is..." He paused, taking a painful breath. "You gotta get the nose up," he explained, finally. "Right now we're in a steep dive, and we gotta start pulling out of that before we make it through the atmosphere, or we'll do a nose dive into whatever's down there. Whole ship'll crumple like a tin can. No bueno. I dunno how to do it, though..." he admitted, wincing again. "Maybe the nav computer?" |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 29, 2019 1:55:31 GMT -5
Archie too ditched his shoes, letting them return to the sleek black boots he'd had on before the shenanigans started. "Myrnin! That is a very old name, sir! And quite a lovely one. You know, Pat is an old name too, but I can't say I'd ever name any children of mine Pat," He said lightly, carrying on with that like it was a totally normal statement until he thought about Myrnin's whole introduction again, once, twice, and a third time over. Then, slowly, he looked back at him with a progressively growing grin. "Peacock Man, you say? Well," taking a moment, he looked himself over; stretching one arm out, then the other, and going the same with his legs and staff. "Entirely fitting, I suppose." He winked at Vincent, acknowledging his presence but also his unwillingness to join in whatever this conversation was turning into. "I did, yes. Rather tragically. He seemed like a fairly interesting man, one I'd be thrilled to get to know. He like to brew coffee, you see. As a hobby! A passion! Now isn't that unique? I've never encountered that. But, ah, I think he very much detests me," he hummed, tapping the chin of his mask and frowning underneath it. "But thats no worry for now. Yes, yes! I seem to have better luck nagging and annoying this one," he said, jabbing a thumb in Vincents direction. "He seems to at least tolerate me, hopefully as you may." A grin split his face again and he skipped forward just ahead of them, beginning to walk backwards facing them until he nearly tripped on his ever so elegant tail. A being of such stature and grace... really ought not to be this clumsy. Like a duck with two left feet. But he had his moments, certainly. "So, Myrnin! Tell me about yourself, sir! Since this one can't seem to tell anything unless its in riddles. What do you enjoy doing? Have you any special powers? Children? Girlfriend? Oh! Or- pardon me- boyfriend?-" he glanced at Vincent, "- Whats your world like? Do you enjoy lava lamps? Have you traveled much? Favorite TV show? Do you like fuzzy socks?" His mouth may as well have been some kind of fire cracker. Sparkling, hot, and shooting out questions so fast your eyes might miss them. To accompany the wild questions, his eyes had taken on the shape of tea saucers; huge, round, and sparkling with intense curiosity. Wink Count: 4 1/2 |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 29, 2019 2:02:43 GMT -5
"Nope, no snow. Its pretty warm in some places where I'm from," he said, following up the next question, "I don't mind it so much. Off we go!" From his place nestled into snow, he grinned up at Adrian, raising an eyebrow at his two new inquiries. He didn't know what a snow angel was? That was rough. Sounded like he was more familiar with snow, and yet never had he seen a snow angel? Maybe it went by a different name for him in his world. Maaaaayybbee. "A snow angel! its when you lay in the snow and wave your arms and legs around," he explained, doing just that in the snow to demonstrate. As the soft white flakes swept over and around his arms, he grinned, thrilled that he had this opportunity. It had been so long... "I'm fine! Tough enough to handle it. Just didn't expect it to have a latching handle... Looked like it would just swing open." Dunno why people even had latching doors. So what if it was useful sometimes? The number of times he'd smacked into doors was at an all time high. Same with other people, he firmly believed. "Why?" asked Adrian, apparently confused that something like rolling around in frozen water might be used for fun rather than anything practical. "Why's it for?" He crouched down near Archie and poked at the flurry of snow nearby. It gave under his fingers. "Okay," he said, as if taking Archie's answer as normal reactions for someone who had just struggled with a very simple door. Archie was in a bit of a rough position to notice what Adrian was doing, but after a second a literal wave of snow ended up being scooted on top of him, burying his face under a heap of flakes. Adrian at once started giggling. Now that was fun! It didn't have anything to do with making shapes in the snow. He continued to try and scoop snow onto Archie, trying to keep him down. Archie | Winter Lodge | mintedstar/fur"Just for fun! It makes something really kind of cool in the snow. Like shadow puppets," he tried to further elaborate. Ah, the things he could show this kid. The things he would show this kid. He very much hoped the house kept blinking him in occasionally. So long as it didn't kill him or anything, then there'd be trouble. Just as he was about to sit up and address him again, surely going off on another long ridiculous ramble, he was suddenly caught off guard as a heap of snow anchored him to the ground where he'd settled himself on his back. Now this was quite the predicament to be in! Not that he needed to breathe or anything. His arms flew up from the triangle-resembling shapes they'd made in the snow around him and began to flail, trying to pinpoint anything to get off him, or to prevent Adrian from continuing to torment him. From under the heap of snow could be heard a loud, bubbling with laughter cry of distress. "Aaaaaaahhhh!!! Hahahaaaaaaahhh!" His legs began to flail as well. Now that was a sight, truly. Two long noodles, not requiring any sort of natural hemanoid anatomy to function and crafted purely for personal appeal. His flailing did no such use, though, as he was aiming at the last place he had seen Adrian. Which was not at all where he seemed to be now. "BLahgblabalbaabbh!" Instead, he resorted to burrowing his arms and legs under the snow and throwing them up into the air again, bringing entire drifts of snow into the air as he did so. Hopefully he'd get him, if even a little. This was classic, sweet cheesy butter bunnies, this was fun. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 29, 2019 2:41:14 GMT -5
Young Izuku, or improperly nicknamed Deku, blinked into the big open front room of the winter lodge. He was mid-fight, wearing some simple but tough gym clothes. Both fists were raised and a wild green crackle was illuminating his eyes, which widened upon seeing he was no longer at school under a broad summer sun. Slowly his fists lowered, though his guard stayed up. Looking around... It looked like something from an American Christmas catalog; huge roading fireplace, complete with actual fire, and carpets littered the floor with very cushy sofas and chairs settled very precisely on them. There were a few tables too, he noticed, with some oil lamps from the looks of it. Some huge looming windows and tall circling staircases leading off to who knows where. A lovely smell was in the air, something you might smell at a classic Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner. But the place looked deserted, so he couldn't possibly imagine who was cooking. Upon further inspection, it did look like there was something or someone outside, but... Cooks didn't play in the snow. Oh, snow! His eyes widened a bit joyfully and he smiled a little, his guard slipping for the first time. That was pretty cool, he had to admit. But still, he didn't want to bother people here. Wherever here was. Was this some sort of quirk, he wondered? His skin prickled the more he thought about it and anxiously he made his way to the stairs, going to duck under them for the minimal cover they provided. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 29, 2019 3:53:00 GMT -5
 When Arlo blinked in she was sitting on the staircase, smiling slightly as she drew on the pages of her journal. The young woman looked up quickly, hearing both the crackling of a fire and the sound of footsteps somewhere below her.
Closing her book, she got to her feet and looked over the railing in time to catch a glimpse of someone ducking under the stairs. She hadn’t recognized him but she wasn’t positive if he was actually new or not since it seemed like quite a bit of time had passed in the House since her.. accident.
Done for now with her examination of the room, Arlo turned to where she’d seen the other blinker going. “Hey,” she said as she walked around the stairs. He seemed to be trying to hide so she’d probably been right about him being new, but she figured she should ask anyway to make sure. “Have you been here before?” She sounded a little concerned. It had been awhile since she’d explained the House to someone, but she did need to get used to it again. Arlo Crimson (timewarp) Lodge | @leznupar |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 29, 2019 21:09:06 GMT -5
Izuku continued to survey the room anxiously. It looked harmless enough, and he tried to tell himself that it probably was, but still the matter of how he'd gotten here was very hot for contemplation. It was probably some kind of quirk, that was for sure, but what kind of quirk was really hard to decide; it could be a teleportation quirk, or something that was just an illusion to make him panic. Maybe he was supposed to be panicking, he realized, and further tried to calm himself down. Okay, but where was everyone else he had been with? He looked around again, peering at all the doorways. Was this some sort of dorm he'd been brought to? But then there were no students in sight, so that was unlikely. Just as he leaned to peer up the stairs, his eyes widened upon seeing someone making their way towards him. He blinked. This was nobody he had ever seen, did she live here? He did a quick once over, trying to figure out what her quirk would be if she had one. Nothing really gave anything away... Oh! But she was talking to him! Should he respond? He still had no idea where this was.... She seemed nice enough, hadn't tried to hurt him yet. Glancing hastily over his shoulder he made sure nobody was going to ambush him while she distracted him with conversation then gave her his attention again, swallowing and shaking his head. "No, I haven't... I don't know how I wound up here. Did you bring me here? Or someone else you know?" Another hasty glance around. He tried to straighten himself, push away his anxiousness and appear even a bit more confident. |
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Post by dawn on Dec 29, 2019 22:36:02 GMT -5
Rue couldn’t help her smile. It was nice, not being told she was too little to do anything by people who had no idea what her life was like. She’d seen the people in the capital. She knew she was probably more capable than over half of them. She didn’t want Clem to feel that way. Who knew what the other girl had gone through already, without her help? ”They can be really bad.” She agreed. “But not always. Some of them are really good. Just, if we’re gonna do it, I need to know...have you ever been in a fight before?” Obviously Clementine didn’t look like a fighter, but neither did Rue. She thought she should at least ask. (totally didn't mean for 2 weeks to pass WOOPS sorry)
Clementine | Hallway | ®Hawkpath®That did make Clementine feel better, knowing that it wasn't all bad out here. It'd be nice to actually get to see for herself and not rely on stories from other people. She blinked up at Rue as she brought up fighting, and she scuffed her feet against the carpet. "Oh... No, I haven't," she answered. There were definitely times where she'd had the opportunity to, but, well-- "Lee, um, the adults I'm with, they look out for me, so I haven't had to do it myself. I'm not useless though! I know how to run and hide and stuff like that." |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 30, 2019 0:30:51 GMT -5
Hook | Lodge | Shadepelt15 (x2) and --cato phoenixHook blinked into the lodge covered in dried, reddish mud that coated the entirety of his boots and reached up to his knees; a token of his current excursion. Dusty pieces fell off in clumps as he tracked in a lazy circle, looking the familiar walls of the cabin up and down. He’d been in lodge in the past, and fortunately, he knew it’s purpose well. Despite this, his arrival still brought out a sigh - as winter was scarcely a pleasant experience in the House. The pirate could hope that, with his recent clean streak, things might be different this time around. Hopefully. He glanced in the direction of Arlo and Izuku, giving the anxious looking newbie a brief once over before raising his eyebrows at Arlo in greeting. It had been a while since he’d seen her looking as she did now, which he supposed meant things in her world were looking good. He hadn’t asked many questions about her absence, or her replacement for that matter, though looking at her now made his mildly curious. He’d ask later, for the moment he became distracted by the sight of some moving figures distant in the snow outside the window.
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Post by Auransky on Dec 30, 2019 1:04:56 GMT -5
Rowlin's green gaze softened entirely now. It felt like anything could happen now. It was either a hit or miss, literally. This primarch standing before him was prepared for battle, whether it was for show or intentional, one wrong step could set him off. Hence the caution-or was that a teacher's intuition?
Nonetheless he couldn't help but tense. The blades were dug into the ice, and at any twitch, they could sink-moreso the ground dwellers. By this point, Spinel, Sam, Mei and especially Archie had gone off after the others towards the lodge. It meant more room for accommodation, moreso recreating the ice, as a second layer if needed.
It appeared like the other man wasn't taking the story well. Did he mess up?
Think so
He wanted to shake the feeling away, but there was nothing he could do. He was a sitting duck, and it was obvious. Nonetheless, he continued to smile, there was nothing he could do. Just stand there, smile, and try to resoften his position. It was just going to be another day in the classroom, at least he wanted to feel that way.
Then the man spoke up, it nearly threw him off. "No?" He softly flinched. Next, the ice cracked some more, as the blades were retracted, and soon gone in a blink. It seemed like something happened, or... the worst was yet to come. He started to lean forward, as the other man started speaking, nearly loosing balance because of the reaction. It was like a student confessing their issues after battling it out during the period. Both homesome, and always shocking.
Yet he listened, his shoulders sinking from the initial reaction, and nearly leaning too far forward from the air he stood on. WHen the Primarch offered his apologies, he slowly took another step in the air, the colorful platform rippling like water below his steps. Seeing it was okay to do so, he took another step, then another, until he was close to Sandalphon. The apology was very reassuring, but the comment at the end, was something that instantly made him grin with a gasp. "O-Oh, I will, you bet I will!" He replied. "I'm positive that they will appreciate that and their motivations will spark."
He briefly looked down, to see the ice around them had cracks to the point that a code enforcer, could consider the water hazardess. He couldn't help but chuckle a little, "Woa, you're amazing, being able to control such power, with much grace. Under such circumstances, I would shrible up and mess up." He quickly placed a fist against his mouth to stop his light chuckle. "I take it you hold much responsibility, to perform at such a powerful yet presentable manner?" It was peaking his interest, and it was obvious in his green gaze.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Dec 30, 2019 1:11:28 GMT -5
Ougi | lodge | sam / spinel
Ougi blinked back into the lodge, wearing ice skates like many of the other blinkers. It appeared that the masquerade room was fully transitioning into the Paradox House's winter location now. The high school student was already skating when she appeared, and she was back in her uniform, with an added parka and earmuffs. The blink had less of a startled sensation and more of a sudden crescendo into Ougi's show of skating skills. She pranced and spun, and rolled up to Samuel and Spinel backwards to shoot them a casual salute. Just as Sam had predicted, the skates dissolved into her normal walking shoes as soon as she galloped off the ice. They were only visible for a split second though, before drenched in deep snow. She didn't smile back at them, but she inspected Sam enough for it to be considered respectful acknowledgement. Perhaps she was only congratulating him for sticking around.
"Ah, this brings back memories," she murmured as she started trudging up the incline, expecting that the lodge was within sight or near it. She said it particularly flippantly, since she really didn't reflect on her past experiences at the lodge, much less fondly so. It was just something to say.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 30, 2019 1:24:47 GMT -5
Shade | Winter Lodge | ~∂єѕтιиу and --cato phoenix and... myself?? helpFollowing Hooks blink, Shade popped in, comedically timed as ever. She stumbled, appearing to have been leaning on a wall. Luckily enough she caught herself by landing awkwardly on a couch, although this resulted in a heavy cross-body satchel landing flat on her chest. Huffing softly, she quietly thanked the pillows out of habit before she got up and righted herself. Slowly she took in the room, vaguely recognizing the lodge. Wow, it had been long since she had been here. Already there were inhabitants, she realized; Arlo being one of them, which made her smile subtly, and a young looking fellow with wild green hair. Looked like they were talking, so she thought it best to leave them be for now. There were two figures outside she noticed as well, playing from the looks of that, and that made her smile just a bit wider. Nice to know people could have fun here. But at last, the smile turned into a cheeky smirk as at last her tired eyes landed on a very familiar, grimy and greasy but still as handsome as ever, boyfriend of hers. "Look who dropped in," she said cheerfully, sauntering over to join him. She regarded his muddy boots with raised eyebrows and a flick of her tail. "You been hunting alligators?"[/div]
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