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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 30, 2019 1:32:37 GMT -5
 "That's okay," Arlo replied. So she'd been right, it was his first blink. Explaining the House wasn't necessarily something she'd wanted to do at the moment- she was a bit out of practice- but he didn't seem like the sort of newbie she'd have trouble with, so she didn't mind. “The place you’re in is a pocket dimension called the Paradox House,” she started carefully but grew more confident as she continued, “It has the ability to take people out of different worlds and timelines, but you’ll be sent back after awhile and no time will have passed in your world.”
Her visible eye remained focused on him as she spoke. He appeared to be human with no obvious powers, but that didn’t mean much, the same could be said about many blinkers, herself included. She was distracted by the appearance of two blinkers that she did recognize. At some point she would need to explain to Hook and Shade what had happened and how she was still alive after what she’d told each of them the last time she’d seen them, but she still wasn’t sure of the answer herself. She smiled slightly at them and raised a cloth-wrapped hand in greeting before returning her attention to the nervous newbie. “Oh, my name’s Arlo by the way.”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 30, 2019 2:02:20 GMT -5
Hook | Lodge | Shadepelt15 Hook turned his attention back to the center of the room as he heard a familiar voice, grinning as Shade crept up to join him by the window. “Perfect timing, as usual,” he greeted warmly. The Lodge experience already seemed to be going better than usual this year, which was a pleasant surprise. He stared down at his feet as she pointed out his mess, which he now noticed had left a trail from the location he’d blinked in at. “Something of the sort,” he answered inattentively, knocking his heel against the ground as he spoke. Several chucks of clay broke and crumbled off when he did so, though a thin plaster of the dark red muck he’d been marching through stayed stuck on the leather, as the layers beneath had yet to dry. Noticing this, the pirate seemed to give up on his attempts and looked back to the woman before him. He raised an eyebrow at the satchel she carried with her, nodding to it curiously. “What are you getting away with this time?”
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Dec 30, 2019 3:00:00 GMT -5
Shade Califree | Winter Lodge | ~∂єѕтιиуShe lifted a hand to wave back to Arlo, smiling at her but anxiously wondering when this Arlo was from. Hopefully a good time. But back to Mr. Smokin' Edgelord... "Mhm," she hummed, clearly not entirely convinced. Still, she didn't question him, unlike what he just shot at her. "Oh, this?" She lightly patted the heft leather casing and pursed her lips in feign thoughtfulness. How could she explain what it was? Smirking wider, she laughed and shrugged. "Nothing short of murder, you know. Theres nothing too wild in here though, no clocks. Its just a list of the people I need to take out. Or, rather, decide if I'm going to take them out or not." Normally, she realized, she wouldn't be able to admit that out loud. It wasn't even something she had to think about around him, it was just a natural acceptance that he was fine with it, and had her back without question. Besides that, she doubted anything from the house could come and bite her in her world. Leaking a bit of info was totally fine. Totally. Looking over her shoulder at his muddy footprints first, then the wide open room, she sighed heavily through her nose. "Nice to get the chance to step out of that though, gives me more time to think," she admitted. Her ears twitched and she considered for a moment then turned back towards him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Wanna read through it?" she offered, the excited expression pulling her scars a bit. Not that she cared, this was fantastic. Maybe she could get a second opinion from him. Probably not a morality check, though... Well, no, that wasn't true; Hook's morals were fine, just not so much when he was pissed at someone. Izuku Midoriya | Winter Lodge | --cato phoenix and kinda ~∂єѕтιиу Izuku jumped a bit when two new people appeared in the room, seemingly out of nowhere. More victims of this quirk? This was so specific, though- And they were so calm. The woman there was even laughing. She definitely looked like she had a quirk. The man next to her though... Well, he looked pretty fancy in how he was dressed, but otherwise bland and pretty useless. Except for maybe the subtle muscles under his coat. Oh! But he was talking with this lady- Whom had just said the craziest thing he had ever heard. "A pocket dimension?" he echoed slowly, frowning deeply. Lifting one hand, he set the side of his finger to his chin and thought deeply about this. Maybe this was a collection of would-be villains, told they were just transported to another dimension. But wait, he wasn't a villain! No way! And... Another dimension? That sounded crazy- impossible crazy. He looked up again, still frowning. Well, if he was going to be returned to wherever he was after a while... That meant there was some sort of regularity here. They were visitors of sort. Crazy or not, if they recognized this coming and going occurrence, there had to be something behind that... He would just wait until whenever that happened, and try to stay safe in the meanwhile. The introduction was appreciated in its averageness, a standard polite procedure. "I'm Midoriya Izuku," he said, offering a bright smile that just barely reached his big, round eyes. "Arlo..." he began, testing the name out, then going on, "How long do you usually stay here? In... In the Paradox House?" |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 30, 2019 6:23:35 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you," Arlo replied. She tilted her head to the side as she considered his question, another one that she didn't have an exact answer for. “Hmm... it's hard to say, really. Watches and electronics don't work here and there's no reliable way to tell time. Sometimes I'm barely here long enough to say hello to the others, other times I'm here for what feels like quite awhile..” she paused for a moment, then added, “I can't really say how often you'll blink either, sometimes I might blink in multiple times per hour, sometimes weeks pass...” Arlo sighed. There had been times she thought she would stop blinking completely... she had hated that. "One time I was gone for over a year."
Her gaze drifted around the room again, lingering distrustfully on the fireplace for a bit as if she suspected the flames to leap out. The last time she'd been to the lodge had been a mess... hopefully nobody would try to burn it down this year.
"Oh, I forgot!" Apparently she was out of practice. "The House doesn't usually look like this, this is just what it does during winter. Usually there's just the living room with a doorway going into the hallway." She opened her book again and flipped to a picture of the living room and turned the book so Izuku could see it better. "This is it. The hallway is lined with doors and doesn't really seem to have an end. You can run down it as long as you want in any direction and eventually you'll just end up back by the living room again."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 30, 2019 18:55:15 GMT -5
Hook | Lodge | Shadepelt15 Hook gave a sly smirk at Shade’s doubtful hum, shrugging his shoulders innocently. His eyes widened at the start of her reply, not expecting the severity of the satchel’s contents. His surprise was brief, however, and his expression softened with understanding as she further explained. He’d known that his girlfriend was involved with far more organized crime than himself, but the thought of her keeping a record of her exploits made him chuckle. Perhaps it was reckless, but the hell was anyone going to should they find out about it? He glanced towards her face as she sighed, his smile wavering momentarily at her words. “Out of what?” He asked, sounding more serious. He realized that he wouldn’t be able to offer much help regarding whatever was causing stress in her world, though he couldn’t help asking, as if there might be. He supposed organized crime was just more stressful in nature than what he did...as result of there being an actual plan to follow. As he pondered on it, her generous offer brought his smirk back quickly. “Hell yes, I do,” he said with the same mischievous glint. He was quick to jump on an opportunity to see more about her world, which consistently grew more and more fascinating as he learned more.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 31, 2019 20:42:09 GMT -5
Juuzou blinked into the lodge, idly flipping a pen in his hand and watching it almost fall, catching it each time right before it slipped through his pale fingers.
He looked up, startled as his surroundings changed. His mouth slipped open at the sight of the lodge he now sat in, the fireplace especially catching his eye before he turned his attention to the hot chocolate along the opposite wall.
He hopped to his feet and walked towards the fireplace, then crouched in front of it, staring. There were other people here, he noticed, but a quick look around confirmed that he didn’t recognize anyone in particular.
“Hey.” He said abruptly, straightening up to fix the room in general with a wide-eyed stare. “It this still the Paradox House?”
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Bisexual
Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Jan 1, 2020 8:15:43 GMT -5
   ~Shilo Saga~
Location: The Living Room ☠ Interactions: Arlo Crimson (--cato phoenix ) ☠ Mentions: N/A The assassin gave a slow nod as she tried to think of a way to help her friend without being able to know or fully understand the situation. "Well, I hope you find a way to help them soon. I know what it's like to have friends taken and that feeling of uselessness when you can't help the second you want to. You'll figure it out and get them back," Shilo offered a gentle smile and hoped it was comforting, but she knew all too well that the smile and the words were hollow until she was proven correct.
The Team 73 Leader blinked slowly, a small amused smile on her face as she realized the word 'house' really was just a normal word in this situation. She shouldn't have assumed otherwise, but the House did mess with your mind like that sometimes. Nonetheless, it had been silly of her. She opened her eyes as Arlo told her story. Though she was listening, the woman's teal gaze flitted over the other's features, taking in her more matured look. It had been so long, Shilo wasn't sure of some things were just changes that had happened throughout that time, things she'd not noticed about her friend before, or things she'd forgotten. Like the way Arlo's mouth moved, the sound of her voice, her hair, and her clothes.
"It sounds like you accidentally made a new friend," Shilo chuckled, sitting back a bit, relaxing against the back of the couch. "It's crazy, though, definitely. Kind of strange the house burned down while you were inside it, with the generators off, especially since you were looking for your parents notes..." the woman's mind reeled as she thought about the fact that someone may be after Arlo specifically. And in a place where she was out of reach of the members of the House that could help protect her. Not that the powerful woman needed help, but still. Shilo wondered if this was how everyone felt when she told them that she was being tracked by Crow, the man her father had trained before she'd even been born.    |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 1, 2020 18:39:59 GMT -5
Juuzou looked up as he was addressed by the taller man, his wide eyes going even rounder. So this wasn’t just a room in the hallway. That meant the rooms themselves could probably change, including the living room itself. Interesting....
“Suzuya Juuzou.” He introduced himself, offering a short, almost mischievous sort of bow in greeting. “I’m pretty new, so I’m not surprised I haven’t seen you before. Last time there was a whole bunch of cars and some people running around and breaking things. I wasn’t sure whether that was normal or not.”
He glanced at the fireplace again, and grinned. “Arson, huh?”
Then he looked back at the revolutionary, leaning in to get a better look at his face. “So? What do you do, Enjolras?” He said the last word with the air of trying something completely foreign to him, like tasting fried octopus.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 1, 2020 19:05:37 GMT -5
</div> "I'll see what I can do," said The Doctor, quietly cursing in her head. This wasn't good. Was this really the more serious side of the House? She righted herself, pushing herself away from the floor, her shoes skidding across the floor as she tried to stand when the ship was shifting under her feet. This wasn't good at all. The readout on the screen she had left was informing her that it really was looking for some attention. But they really needed to avoid hitting the ground as well. She dived at the screen Matt had been at, unable to reach the other one. She started waving her fingers over the board, not even looking out the front window. It felt like the ship spent an age hovering over infinity. Nothing changed other than the whole thing shaking like mad. Then, slowly, the nose of the ship shifted enough that The Doctor could let the screen go long enough to grab the second screen, tapping along it in a panic. "This landing is going to be bump-" she started, but then her warning came to past. The ship shifted, then shook enough to toss the Time Lady across the room, her head hitting against the wall on the way past. Metal screamed. Nothing looked like it was standing upright. It took a long, long time for everything to slowly stop. Silence. Then a hiss that The Doctor couldn't place. "Matt?" she tried again. |
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jan 1, 2020 20:37:35 GMT -5
"Alrighty!" Spinel agreed semi-enthusiastically to the latter two questions, happy to be doing anything that didn't involve being stuck on the floor. She scraped the floor- ice, right?- once more, not particularly partial to getting back up and falling over again, only to look at Sam a second later as he passed by. She let out a small gasp of delight, before trying to do the same. She used the tips of the skates to push off the ice, sliding away with a small, "Wheee!" She did this until she got to solid ground, only pausing to give another small gasp and a little clap to Ouigi as she appeared, easily impressed with her skating ability. Then, she managed to get off the ice, looking positively ecstatic now that she could run around again- that is, until her shoes sank into the fluffy-looking, white material covering the floor. Spinel stared at it, before picking some of it up. She held the material, looking like she had just discovered gold. Then, she turned her gaze to Ouigi and Sam and showed it to them. "What's this stuff?" mintedstar/fur and Razzle Dazzle |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jan 1, 2020 20:53:39 GMT -5
(Holidays are finally over, now I can focus on getting my replies out again. Any more ideas for the final room? If not, I might have something from my list of DnD dungeon ideas we could try, but I'm not sure how well it'd work pfft.) Sandalphon only responded with a nod, before giving Spinel room for whatever she would need to do. This Primarch had seen a whole assortment of bizarre things in his long life. Beasts resembling twisted human infants with wings, gigantic, nigh-immortal abominations infused with the cores of other Primarchs, and that was only naming a few of the more out there ones. Storms raining swarms of monstrous, continuously evolving sharks would also be making that list in the future. This girl had definitely cemented herself a place on there with the way she defied physical logic. The more he observed how she was able to stretch and twist her form to suit her needs with no apparent restrictions, all this without being a Primal, the more questions rose in his mind. All in due time, he had other concerns to heed now, like following his fellow blinker across the room without setting off the sea of magical traps between them. Normally, the answer to Spinel's question would have been an easy 'of course', but not this time. The archangel's wings were spent from dealing with their earlier foes, so this predicament was going to have to be solved the 'skydweller' way. He studied the distance between his platform and Spinel's, taking subconscious notes on length and height. Hmm. Should be easy enough to make. Provided no outside factors came into effect. He took a few paces back, bearing a look of concentration while his eyes focused ahead on his target. One last moment of preparation later, he took off in a running start. The instant his foot hit the end of solid stone floor, the Primarch pushed off and launched into the air. From all appearances, his aim was true, and that was what he believed as well, readjusting his body mid-flight to stick the landing. And stick the landing he did, looking rather satisfied. "Like that." Came Sandalphon's delayed answer, "I don't need my wings to get over-" He was cut off when he felt the ground beneath one of his heels shift, red eyes widening in surprise as it almost caused him to stumble backwards. He was able to catch himself just in time, hopping away and whirling back towards the tiles. Spoke too soon...The jump came up a bit short. He'd caught the edge of a tile and triggered it, one of those which bore a moon on its surface. The Primarch braced for something to happen, quickly getting into a battle stance. But... Nothing did. All that changed was the flow of magic radiating from the tile vanished. Ever so slowly, he eased back into a more casual posture, slightly baffled. Huh. Perhaps the traps had finally been disarmed now that they'd arrived at the exit. Well, no use remaining around to find out. Clearing his throat, "Anyway, let's keep going." Sandalphon suggested. He flashed a assuring glance at Spinel, and headed towards the exit to continue. If one took the time to observe his movements, it was obvious something was off. Each step was slightly labored, although he paid no heed to it. -Forgotten Temple zeph! |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 1, 2020 21:00:04 GMT -5
"Memories of what?" Sam asked, nearly jumping out of his skin as Ougi blinked back in again. He hadn't expected the other blinker to come back so soon. He was on firmer footing on the snow now. The lodge was in near view, the echoes of the remaining ice skaters still behind them. At least he might find something in the Lodge. That seemed much more likely. It would probably be Winter themed. It was early for his world. They wouldn't be into winter for another two months now. "Come on," he said instead, looking back in the direction of Ougi. He took several steps forward and then slid down a snowbank into the wall of the Lodge. "Ow," he said, hesitation in his voice, forgetting to answer Spinel's question about the snow. "Where's the door?" |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 1, 2020 22:50:12 GMT -5
Ougi - lodge - sam and everyone indoors
Ougi shot Sam a strangely fond glance, as if she had known him much longer than a few meetings. She cocked an eyebrow when she saw him get ahead, and slid down the same slope after him with a tad more grace.
“Hmm... how to get in?” For such a simple question, she seemed interested. Perhaps what came to her first was not the simple answer, but how to circumvent it. She trotted happily up to the nearest wall, putting her pawlike, sleeve-covered hands against it to assess briefly. There seemed to be sound coming from inside. “Knowing them, maybe they could blow a hole through for us!” She gave a loud, jittering knock on the wall of the lodge that the blinkers inside could hear and excitedly awaited a response.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jan 2, 2020 0:08:25 GMT -5
Just like the snowflakes that fell around them once they landed upon something warm, Sandalphon's smile faded like it had never been there. There was still a light heartedness to his attitude, but the sudden stream of compliments from Rowlin resulted in him crossing his arms and looking away again, the skin of his cheeks flaring a deep red all over again in sheer embarrassment. One complement? Sure, it was appreciated. Two? A bit much, but still innocent enough. Three? Okay, that was getting excessive, making things awkward. But five all at once? It was way too many to properly handle. "A-alright, e-enough already!" He stammered uneasily. "Bombarding me with so much flattery will get you nowhere." His eyes wondered down towards the ground after he spoke, a few more words escaping from him as a hint of regretfulness temporarily overcame his features. "Save the complements for one who actually merits them." Rowlin was right about one thing however, guessing that the Primarch held much responsibility. The stranger was obviously curious about it too. "But if you must know, yes, I do." He confirmed, taking a moment to allow the embarrassment to leave his face, before resuming a more relaxed posture. "I carry the mantle of Supreme Primarch, which means I must do everything in my power to keep the residents of the Sky World safe." That wasn't the only duty the position originally entailed, but these days, it was the certainly the main one. "Lucifer, the one who held the title before me, was also tasked with leading the other Primarchs and overseeing the evolution of life in the skydoms, but neither of those really apply anymore. The archangels both ceded their roles back to nature and have all gone their separate ways, and evolution has proven more then capable of governing itself." At the mention of the previous Supreme Primarch, Sandalphon's demeanor grew noticeably somber, the feeling only amplified as his earlier musings once again reentered his mind. Quick to hop to a different subject before more questions could be asked, "And what of you? You certainly seem to lead the eventful life, with all the things you speak of doing." While waiting for the other blinker's reply, his gaze wondered up towards the wooden abode that the rest of the group had departed to, leaving him and Rowlin as the only two left on the ice. It was pretty elegant looking for something made of timber, in a way reminding him of the strange glass house he and a few other blinkers explored during his first visit here. I wonder if this one is equipped with modern amenities as well? If so, might there be...Something akin to excitement flared to life in the archangel's core, and he cast a questioning side glance back to Rowlin, his spirits slightly lifting back up at this prospect. "Hmm. Would it be too much of a hassle for us to move this conversation inside for a moment? There's... something I'd like to check up on. I can have us right back out afterwards." -Ice Skating Pond/Winter Lodge Auransky |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 2, 2020 1:50:49 GMT -5
Vincent | Living Room | NumquamVincent blinked in while using what, judging by the position of his hands, was some kind of keyboard. The machine, however, did carry over with him. He stared blankly at his fingers for a couple of seconds before rising from the couch, which had conveniently replaced the seat he’d been at in his own world. He gathered his composure quickly enough - despite the always startling change of scenery - and began to scan the room. The house’s way of initiating conversation had become predictable; now that he’d been through it several times, so he could easily conclude that he was spending this time awaiting his chosen company. The surprise of the ordeal was in wondering if he’d be joined by several blinkers or just one, or perhaps by some of his favorites that he’d made so far. He sighed, glancing to the hallway door quizzically.
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Post by Numquam on Jan 2, 2020 2:36:19 GMT -5
~∂єѕтιиу !! Julius took a long drag of his cigarette the moment he appeared in the house. It had been quite a few weeks since his last blink, but the House summoning him out of nowhere hadn't surprised him anymore. He didn't even flinch this time. His sharp eyes stared ahead at the book shelf that he always seemed to blink next to. Opening one of the books was probably a bad idea, if he remembered anything from his first blink. He wasn't in the mood for getting splashed with water again, he got that enough from the pup. He contemplated whether he should stop smoking now or simply finish his cigarette. The House sometimes found ways to put his cigarette out in embarrassing manners, but other times it didn't seem to mind. Inhaling deeply, he turned around to face the rest of the living room and noticed a familiar man not too far off. Great.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 2, 2020 3:23:28 GMT -5
"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. What? What was happening? Adrian had his eyes wide open and he still didn't believe it. Not like he even knew what was going on with Archie's arm and legs. They seemed to be going every which way without attention to the laws of nature. It was amazing! Who was this guy, really? That aside, the dhampire had to move. And move fast. He danced away, laughing as he did, but completely getting a face full of snow anyway. He tumbled over backward, ending up flat on his back in the snow, his face frosted in flakes, and still having no idea if Archie was still pinned or not. Either way, he didn't seem to be safe. "No fair!" He said, popping up much quicker than Archie had been able to. "You didn't tell me all the rules! Like being able to toss snow at me with your weird waving legs! Get up and have a proper snow fight or I'll ... I'll bury you in more snow!" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 2, 2020 3:41:07 GMT -5
Sam shifted a bit, looking back up the bank of snow at Spinal. "It's snow," he said to her, impressed that she didn't know what it was. "Like ... frozen water from the sky. You can mold it into different shapes ...?" He wasn't sure if this was going to ring any bells or not. He turned back to look at Ougi, then glanced to both sides. "Uh ... what if we just walked around?" He could probably break a hole in the wall just fine, but there was probably a perfectly useable door somewhere on a different side of the building than the one he had run into. Then again, this was the House. Things were probably never as easy as just using the front door. He scrambled back up the snow bank to stand by Spinal, then turned around and reached out a hand for Ougi to get back up. "Plus I hear noise from another side, come on." |
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Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Jan 2, 2020 3:41:13 GMT -5
~Shilo Saga Timewarp~
Location: The Winter Lodge ☠ Interactions: Everyone ☠ Mentions: Everyone It was a bit of a shock, really, the loud roaring sound of her bikes engine in her ears to the sudden silence of the Lodge. It took her a second to realize the change, her mind focused on the road in front of her. She'd gotten, in her years away from the House, exactly how random blinking could be. But this? While she was going eight-five miles per hour down the freeway on a motorcycle? Had the House really just brought her back to kill her off in her own world?
As she became more grounded with the fact that she was in the House and no longer flying down the interstate, Shilo removed her helmet. Unlike her last blink, she was back in her regular clothes -- with the leather jacket and gloves, her weapons, and the locket that Comeferre had given her years ago hanging around her neck.
She smiled now, seeing the others that were around her. Some were familiar, others not so much. The assassin wondered if she should interrupt, announce her arrival or wait for those who knew her to recognize her. After all, in their minds the last time she'd been here she was only six years old but in her mind, the last time she'd been here, she'd been stabbed in the chest and was only in the House long enough for everyone to believe she'd died.
Shilo tucked her helmet underneath her arm and leaned against the wall she was near, watching the others interact with each other. Her teal gaze flicked from one person and the other as she picked up on the body language and little ticks of those she didn't know and was reminded of the little fidgets of the people she'd been friends with. After a while, she decided to speak up. "You know," she pushed herself off of the wall and set her helmet down. "I remember people paying a little more attention to their surroundings." It was funny to her, and possibly those who knew her, considering how well the rather small female was able to blend into the background and go unnoticed when she wanted. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 2, 2020 3:47:26 GMT -5
Vincent | Living Room | NumquamVincent blinked slowly as his gaze snagged on Julius’ presence, inspecting the man from behind. He’d spent so long being mystified by that tail during their first interactions, he recognized it’s owner immediately. And with that recognition; he mouthed a colorful expression, being careful not to let any audible remnant of the word leave his lips. He hadn’t exactly gotten the impression that he’d been liked by the man hating man-thing, and with that in mind, he knew Julius wasn’t someone he could play with like Myrnin. Not exactly like Myrnin, at least, meaning he’d have to find a new way to entertain himself. His eyes widened innocently as Julius faced him, smirking at the recognition that passed over the snake hybrid’s face. “Julius,” he greeted, hesitantly eyeing the man up and down with a coy smile, clearly not trying to pretend they were to friendly - though not presenting quite the same cold demeanor would with someone he wanted to piss off. Should he be given the time to, he’d like to figure Julius out...and being dismissed as he’d been in his other blinks wasn’t going to get him anywhere.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 2, 2020 4:32:40 GMT -5
"You have children?" marveled Myrnin, practically gobsmacked at the mere idea. "Are they just as flashy as you?" Then he rounded on Vincent, still walking across the snow even though there wasn't that much ground to cover - particularly backwards. He almost grabbed the other man and seemed tempted to shake him with what might have been an excited revelation, "Do you have kids too?' The words were almost a shout. Nothing was said about Archie's new nickname. Likely Myrnin wasn't consciously aware he was doing it. The Lodge loomed like some white frosted and golden brown wood behemoth behind Archie's multi-colored headdress. Myrnin made no such warning about hitting it because apparently Vincent was the only one of the three actually walking while facing the right direction. Myrnin ran right into the side of the Lodge and had to jump out of the way as several icicles broke loose of the windowsill behind him and tried to stake him. The vampire laughed, amused, as his little black and silver outfit danced among the falling projectiles in a almost beautiful dance. Then they stopped falling and Myrnin turned to Archie and Vincent as if nothing had happened. "Yes. "That one" tends to be like that. I'm a vampire, he's a pest. Children?" He shuddered. "God forbid. No. Not really anyway. I have a ward." He glanced at Vincent too, but that was just because Archie had. "Girlfriend. Long distance girlfriend - I see her about every hundred years. More often as of recently. Doesn't particularly like the pest." Though Myrnin didn't mention that she did like seeing Myrnin worrying over said pest. That seemed to amuse her. Lady Grey didn't get jealous - Lady Grey got even. "My world is Earth, maybe you've heard of it. I love lava lamps. I'm sure I have a collection of them somewhere. I've traveled quite a bit, just not recently. Favorite TV show? My, there are so many. A three hour long movie on Doctor Faustus doesn't count, I suppose? Fuzzy socks! How dare the Hpuse take me out of them." Here he bent over as if to check to see if his black socks were fuzzy. They were not. He stood up again, having answered all of Archie questions as rapid fire as they had been delivered. He waved his hand in the direction of the Lodge door, looking at Vincent as he said, "After you." |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 2, 2020 5:33:10 GMT -5
“Thanks... I hope I can too.” Though Arlo managed a slight smile, she wasn’t sure if she believed it would be possible. They had been missing for years now and she felt like she’d made almost no progress. What would that change? How would that change? Either way, her friend’s words did make her feel a bit better, though it was hard to tell if it was actually because she felt better about finding Vyra and Kerah or because she was just glad to hear and see Shilo again.
The reality of the situation was still sinking in. She’d seen plenty of people die and come back, but Shilo... she’d always liked to imagine that she was still out there somewhere, in an alternate dimension if not not in her own world, but she’d figured it was just wishful thinking. She’d expected that she would never really know the truth, and that she definitely wouldn’t see her again. Sensing Shilo’s energy when she’d blinked in might have actually beat being told that she herself had died and come back to life in her own world as most shocking moment of the last month.
“Yep...” Though Arlo sighed, the hint of a smile was still visible on her lips. It was nice to have someone she could consider a friend in her own world, but also worrying, especially after what had happened to the last friends she’d had in her world. “Well, sort of new? I actually knew Jasper when we were kids but it was a long time ago.”
Arlo had found it strange that they’d caught the house on fire too. If they’d wanted her parents notes they wouldn’t have risked destroying them. Perhaps it had been unintentional, or maybe there was more to it than she’d known? “It has been crazy,” she agreed finally. “I haven’t run into too much trouble since then but I’m-we’re- back on the island now so I don’t know how much longer that’s going to last.” |
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If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Jan 2, 2020 6:15:07 GMT -5
~Shilo Saga~
Location: The Living Room ☠ Interactions: Arlo Crimson (--cato phoenix ) ☠ Mentions: N/A Shilo quirked an eyebrow at the name Jasper. Why did that sound so familiar... maybe Arlo had mentioned him throughout their time here together. Time was such an odd thing in the House, and timeline often overlapped. "Is it good to be back on the island?" The woman asked, tilting her head to the right ever so slightly as her teal eyes continued to flick over her friend's features as they always did when she was looking for nonverbal clues. "I guess I never really learned where you consider home, now. The island or where you really grew up." She understood that the island held different dangers, but what were dangers when it came to somewhere you considered home? The cabin that Shilo was visiting now, though she only saw it once a year, that was a place she still considered her home to some extent -- despite the memories that always left the hairs pricking at the back of her neck. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 2, 2020 9:54:09 GMT -5
Juuzou nodded, smirking a little as Enjolras tried to dissuade him from the idea of burning the lodge down again. It was so tempting though....his eyes moved to the fire for a half second, before focusing back on Enjolras. Maybe later.
“Law student?” He repeated, tasting the word. “Like a cop? Or something else? Ooh, are you another ghoul investigator?”
He grinned suddenly, and offered another short bow. “Oops, spoke too soon. I’m a ghoul investigator in my world! I fight them all the time, even more now because I got my own weapon. Jason and I are gonna kill all the ghouls so there aren’t any left in the whole world.” He said it with an eerie amount of glee in his tone, watching Enjolras like he expected the other man to clap or cheer or something. And he was expecting that.
He was also watching for any sign this blinker didn’t want that to happen. He didn’t know whether ghouls could come here, but if he found one, there was no reason why he couldn’t just kill them the same as if he was in his own world, right?
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 2, 2020 10:44:30 GMT -5
ougi - lodge - sam, spinel, hook, shade
Ougi gave a snobbish frown and watched Sam part with her. For the first time, her eyes landed on Spinel directly. It could have been leftover malice from her request being denied, but she seemed to be glaring at the gem. Finally, and dejectedly, she took Sam's hand, but didn't seem to put any weight on it as she hoisted herself up. It was like pulling a ghost along.
"Well then," she spoke less jadedly than expected. "We'll go the normal way." She continued along on the ridge of the snowbank toward the other side of the building; it was deceptively small from the outside. In less-than-typical Paradox House fashion, there was indeed a door, and a window or two. The other blinkers could be seen inside, and Ougi was already counting them and noting who she recognized. Her expression turned unreadable when she noticed Hook, making her pause with one hand at the door handle. But there was someone else the student recognized, with him, and she gained her interest even more; Ougi's face was nearly pressed against the glass of the window.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 2, 2020 15:09:07 GMT -5
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? Sherlock | Window Washing Room | mintedstar/fur
(tw: firearms)
Sherlock hesitated, torn between edging forward and staying very, very still. He did not want Kid to get shot, and he didn’t really want to get shot either. He wanted Mary back; he didn’t want her like this.
And he knew this wasn’t Mary. This was one of the House’s games, and he was just a plaything, being tossed back and forth like a chew toy between two dogs. He glanced at his friend, willing him to...do something. Think of something. Anything that would make this game end before he lost yet another of the few friends he could call his own.
Kid was defending him, he realized. It was almost funny, having someone who was willing to defend him. Sure, John would have once upon a time, but now? There was no one alive who particularly cared what happened to him.
Stop it. He ordered himself. He didn’t have time to think about any of that. His brain was speeding, flipping through books he kept in his head, searching for a solution to this problem. And still, the gun was aimed at Kid’s heart.
Mary shook her head, disappointment in her eyes. “He thought he was a god.” She threw the words back at him, not even looking at Sherlock anymore. “He thought he could do no wrong. You think he’ll do good again? You think he’s ever done anything other than what was best for him? You’re wrong. The moment it’s convenient to him, he’ll throw you away, no hesitation. He. Doesn’t. Care.”
She smiled, and tilted the gun slightly higher. “And now, neither do I.”
Mary pulled the trigger.
”KID!” Sherlock found himself running before he consciously decided to move, and then he was there, ready to catch his friend the instant the body fell. Instantly he was searching for what to do with a gunshot wound, how to stop the bleeding, did the bullet go all the way through? He had to make sure the body fell the right way, he had to find a doctor, damn the House for not blinking one in already, damn him for not stopping this.
And then, they weren’t in by the window. They were outside, and there was snow covering the ground and it was very, very cold.
The detective looked up, barely registering the wind against his exposed skin. They were here....
They were at the Lodge.
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Post by Numquam on Jan 2, 2020 18:16:33 GMT -5
Vincent | Living Room | Numquam Vincent blinked slowly as his gaze snagged on Julius’ presence, inspecting the man from behind. He’d spent so long being mystified by that tail during their first interactions, he recognized it’s owner immediately. And with that recognition; he mouthed a colorful expression, being careful not to let any audible remnant of the word leave his lips. He hadn’t exactly gotten the impression that he’d been liked by the man hating man-thing, and with that in mind, he knew Julius wasn’t someone he could play with like Myrnin. Not exactly like Myrnin, at least, meaning he’d have to find a new way to entertain himself. His eyes widened innocently as Julius faced him, smirking at the recognition that passed over the snake hybrid’s face. “Julius,” he greeted, hesitantly eyeing the man up and down with a coy smile, clearly not trying to pretend they were to friendly - though not presenting quite the same cold demeanor would with someone he wanted to piss off. Should he be given the time to, he’d like to figure Julius out...and being dismissed as he’d been in his other blinks wasn’t going to get him anywhere. For a second, Julius wanted to pretend that he didn't know Vince's name. He quickly got over the impulse however and simply looked at him. "Oh, hey." he greeted bluntly in return. Was he the one who hated smoking? Julius remembered someone in the House was bothered by it, but he couldn't quite put his finger as to who. Vincent was a man however, so it's not like Julius cared what the human liked or disliked. He didn't say much else, and stayed where he was as he continued smoking. He figured it would be best to finish the cigarette quickly before the House decided to do it for him. Julius didn't quite know what to do....either continue standing there awkwardly after he finishes his cigarette, or try to have a conversation with....that. Him. |
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