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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 2, 2020 19:44:40 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. Vincent raised an eyebrow at the welcoming response he got, quietly looking aside for a moment before glancing back to the man’s feet. His pale eyes lingered there only long enough to gather what he could about the snake’s shoes and their condition, then lifted his gaze towards their owner’s face. His eyes never actually landed there, however, as he quickly became distracted by the smoke rising from Julius’ cigarette. He always seemed to have one of those paper things with him; that being just here in the house, which perhaps insinuated just how often he had one in his hands in his own world. Vincent was beginning to associate the distinct odor of the man with that smoke - which he supposed smelled better than some of the other options Julius could carry around with him. After allowing a long silence, which was filled with his indirect staring, he finally acknowledged the man’s face again. He tilted his head ever so slightly with a small crease in his brow. It almost seemed as though he were asking Julius what he wanted him to do with himself, but the smallest smile was playing on his lips. He remained silent, patient and curious as to how the far he’d let the cigarette burn, almost expecting it to dissolve all the way to the man’s lips with the look on his face. Ah, that be quite worth the wait. |
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Post by Numquam on Jan 2, 2020 20:33:56 GMT -5
Julius could feel Vincent's eyes from where he stood. What the f--- is the fool staring for? Was he trying to come up with something to say? Was he just judging Julius' semi-formal clothes? His face remained blank, however, while he smoked. It was hard to tell what exactly Julius was thinking just by looking at him. It only took a couple of more puffs before he finished the tobacco stick. His sharp eyes glanced over to Vince once again when he finished. With the small smile on Vince's face, Julius wondered if the human was planning some snarky insult. A flash of black and red covered the cigarette, and both the flash and the cigarette disappeared in an instant.
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tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jan 2, 2020 21:07:38 GMT -5
"Ooh!" Spinel said, looking positively thrilled. Pink would love it! She took another moment to study the snow, before scooping some more up with both arms. Her gem glowed, and she deposited as much as much as she could into her gem- plenty made it in, even if some just fell onto her clothes and to the ground again. Then, she looked up. "I can break it!" She chirped, still cheerful, and, in all honesty, totally oblivious to any look Ouigi was giving her. She followed the two, looking at the Lodge with another look of piqued interest. It looked kind of cozy, and definitely not like anything she'd seen on Homeworld. Ooh- maybe Pink would have the Pebbles make one in the Garden, and they could play in it and make flower crowns. And- oh!- she could get the snow stuff out and put it around the little lodge the Pebbles would make and- even she realized this was becoming unreasonable, but the best friend gem didn't really care. She smiled wider, bouncing a little as she walked. mintedstar/fur and Razzle Dazzle |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 2, 2020 22:24:08 GMT -5
NumquamVincent stayed motionless for a couple of seconds as he watched the cigarette vanish, momentarily confused before remembering that he was supposed to just ‘go with things’ around here. Figuratively, he shrugged the oddity off, and proceeded to read Julius’ face. Seemed the man was willing to wait him out, and he decided there was no reason in creating a competition out of something he’d rather succumb to anyways. He parted his lips, making it clear he planned on speaking though hesitated briefly. Slowly, finally letting his smirk subside, he spoke casually; “When are you from?”
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 2, 2020 23:07:19 GMT -5
"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.
(Hello!!! First time back on the thread in.... a while ^^; Just gonna try and jump back into the swing of things!)
Volt suddenly felt the ground drop out from beneath her feet before a wall slammed into her from behind, her armor shrieking against the metal panels. Disoriented, the Tenno tried to brace herself, only to be thrown forwards again as the strange craft collided with something else. Her shoulder shattered a control panel, sparks flying into the air as she finally managed to grab hold of something solid and hang on. Finally, she felt the ride slide to a halt, the body of the ship groaning in protest of the abuse before falling silent.
Volt felt like groaning herself. The Tenno climbed to her feet, trying to figure out what, exactly, had just crashed. This was not her ship, nothing seemed familiar-
Except that voice, calling for someone named "Matt." Volt pushed a dislodged panel aside to see The Doctor, looking a bit worse for wear.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Jan 3, 2020 0:11:15 GMT -5
Izuku Midoriya | Winter Lodge | --cato phoenix He nodded and offered another smile, waiting patiently for her to answer his question, then listening very intently as she did. Unsurprisingly, his expression fell, confused and disappointed at first then very intensely thoughtful. This really did seem like some kind of elaborate prank that he was a part of, if it wasn't an actual kidnapping of some sort. There was no real way to tell... was there? Izuku turned his attention up and looked around the room, scanning for any sign of a man-made set, or some falter to whatever illusion. But no, it just looked like a very well crafted very cozy lodge.
It was also worth noting that this woman- Arlo- seemed very distressed that she had only "blinked in" every now and then, and that it had been over a year at one point. Could she like it here? He couldn't imagine why- He wanted to get home as quickly as possible, he needed to be at his A game along with the rest of his class. She did say he would loose no time there... Maybe he could train more here? That might be difficult, considering... But maybe. Maybe he should take the time to rest and familiarize himself with the place, hopes of not returning aside.
As she went on to add more to her statement he was rattled out of his train of thought and looked at her, wide eyed and momentarily startled before he latched onto her words. Again he looked around the lodge, until she pulled out a book and showed him a very impressive illustration of the living room. It looked like a living room... Kind of an odd one, but still a living room nonetheless. "Ah," he breathed, eyes flickering as he analyzed it. This was... an impressive amount of dedication and conviction. "Is this.. its... it really is some kind of... some kind of pocket dimension?" he mumbled, actually feeling a hint of alarm setting in as he acknowledged the thought more seriously. |
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Post by Numquam on Jan 3, 2020 0:15:16 GMT -5
Numquam Vincent stayed motionless for a couple of seconds as he watched the cigarette vanish, momentarily confused before remembering that he was supposed to just ‘go with things’ around here. Figuratively, he shrugged the oddity off, and proceeded to read Julius’ face. Seemed the man was willing to wait him out, and he decided there was no reason in creating a competition out of something he’d rather succumb to anyways. He parted his lips, making it clear he planned on speaking though hesitated briefly. Slowly, finally letting his smirk subside, he spoke casually; “When are you from?” So Vincent was going to talk to Julius after all. His tail lightly moved from side to side as he listened to the man's question. He raised an eyebrow and stayed silent for a few seconds. What did he mean by when Julius was from? He knew the other blinkers came from other worlds, but times too? Surely Julius didn't look like he was from the past? Perhaps to other blinkers he was, who knows. "Uh, the current year is 2040." As much as he hated to, he might as well try to keep a conversation here, otherwise it would be a very boring blink of just staring at the wall. He exhaled before starting, "I don't suppose you're under the same year?" |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Jan 3, 2020 0:19:42 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. She laughed softly at his responding question, then looked majorly guilty that she would have to explain it further. "Take them out, you know... Off with their head, throw them to the crocodiles, feed them to the bears, etc," Shade said, miming out each analogy as she listed it off. Not that she ever used any of those methods, not outright. Well, maybe one of them. Sometimes she had to do bizarre things, as it was part of whichever contract, but usually it was as simple as "get rid of this person, don't let anyone notice" and that was it. It was incredibly amusing to see Hook so interested in what she did, heartwarming even. Wild to think that a grimy, edgy, eye-liner heavy pirate could be heartwarming. But ah, he really was something. "We should probably escape to another room then, as much as I don't mind people here knowing it seems kind of.... polite. And just like the best way to avoid attracting more attention than need be," she said, pulling the strap on the satchel to readjust it and lifting it further onto her body. As she did so, she beckoned him and turned to drift down one of the halls, looking at Arlo and the new kid as she went, smiled, then looked back to her trailing boyfriend. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Jan 3, 2020 0:48:55 GMT -5
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!" Deciding it was probably clear and safe to move about, he abruptly sat himself up and shook his head violently. "Not fair?" he echoed, absolutely in disbelief, but still grinning. "Rules!? I didn't realize there were any!" he said, lobbing a sloppy pile of snow in the young mans direction. "Bury me in more snow if you dare, sir! You'd best catch me, if you intend to!" he cackled, scrambling to his feet and hopping a few paces back. Hastily he grabbed up more snow, crushing it between his hands until it was a nice little ball. Not too compact and solid, wouldn't want to take an eye out, but enough that it wouldn't fall apart. He made a few more, stuffing them into a crook between his arm and his side and loading up some ammo, all while trying to keep his distance. "Okay, rules! Um... Uh... You can only use snow! No fists or slapping or kicking to inflict bodily harm! Anything else?" he called from about ten feet back. Eagerly he juggled a few snowballs, then returned them to his hoard and began to just toss one up and down in his free hand. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Jan 3, 2020 1:11:26 GMT -5
Archie | Winter Lodge | ~∂єѕтιиу mintedstar/furArchie howled with laughter and shook his head, waving his hands quickly to put off the suggestion. "No, no! Well, maybe. But I doubt it. No, sir-ee-bob! I was just saying that if I did have children I would be much more likely to give them an old name like Myrnin, or Tiffany, as opposed to Pat. But thats just me," he said quickly, trying to maintain himself, only to dissolve into bubbling hysterical laughter as he screamed at Vincent, demanding if he too had children. Oh sweet tea iced with pine, nutmeg and a bazooka, this was too much. "I don't think he does! Hes a bit young, isn't he?-" Thud! He too walked straight- or well, backwards- into the wall of the lodge. He wasn't quite as quick as his vampire company, and a few stray icicles did their best to impale him. Archie screamed a very loud, distressed scream as they impaled and tore his outfit. Not himself, just his outfit. "Nooo! Aaagghh! This is tragic," he said hastily stepping away to dust himself off. Now this was horrid. Thankfully, his scarf seemed to be alright... But his beautiful train was all spotty with oddly aligned holes. But still, he did not let this dampen his conversation! He looked back to Myrnin with an almost aggressively determined smile and laughed, a loud "Ha ha ha!" from deep in his gut. "A vampire you say!? Now that is very interesting! You know, I don't think I've ever had extended interactions with any vampires. Unless you count some odd movies, but that seldom counts." Then he went quiet again, his eyes growing now to the size of dinner plates with his utter delight that Myrnin was answering all of his questions. Wow! When did that ever happen? He was used to just throwing them out there- but no! He was answering them! Mighty beans under the trees, he felt he might well cry. But he listened, closely and intently, nodding and nodding. A girlfriend, ey? Interesting. Funny that. "Excellent, Lava lamps, yes... Yes, Earth! I live there," he said, nodding further. "It counts just fine! Fuzzy socks are delightful, although there are none that I can find to fit me-" he said, nodding more thoughtfully now. He looked at Vincent and smirked. "We should get you some! I'm sure you'd love them, Vincey. Maybe they'd make you relax a little bit. Or do you not like gifts? Thats alright, I'll just shove them down your pants so you can find them later," he said, waving a hand at him. Then his attention turned to the door, and the other people gathering about it. "Allow me!" he said delightedly, hopping forward as graceful as the magnifficent bird he was dressed as and pushing the door open for his two companions and holding it so so that they could walk in. While he waited, he took a proper look around. Lots of weird things to see... Some he couldn't even believe his eyes. Some that seemed impossible and made his eyes widen, then he turned away to focus on his friends, seeming a bit truly deflated and concerned. Or rather, not concerned, almost broody.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 3, 2020 1:55:02 GMT -5
Numquam Vincent stayed motionless for a couple of seconds as he watched the cigarette vanish, momentarily confused before remembering that he was supposed to just ‘go with things’ around here. Figuratively, he shrugged the oddity off, and proceeded to read Julius’ face. Seemed the man was willing to wait him out, and he decided there was no reason in creating a competition out of something he’d rather succumb to anyways. He parted his lips, making it clear he planned on speaking though hesitated briefly. Slowly, finally letting his smirk subside, he spoke casually; “When are you from?” So Vincent was going to talk to Julius after all. His tail lightly moved from side to side as he listened to the man's question. He raised an eyebrow and stayed silent for a few seconds. What did he mean by when Julius was from? He knew the other blinkers came from other worlds, but times too? Surely Julius didn't look like he was from the past? Perhaps to other blinkers he was, who knows. "Uh, the current year is 2040." As much as he hated to, he might as well try to keep a conversation here, otherwise it would be a very boring blink of just staring at the wall. He exhaled before starting, "I don't suppose you're under the same year?" Vincent’s expression softened at the sound of a date, quickly trying to recall what he could of the time period. He knew only what bad television and half-fabricated stories had ever told him, which was unfortunately not very much. He briefly considered his selective knowledge of political issues that had occurred during the decade, all information that he’d received in high school, then ultimately decided that the comparison was unnecessary. With Julius standing there, lashing his tail at him, it was clear their worlds were on very different timelines. “No,” he answered thoughtfully after a moment. He then proceeded to guide the conversation, speaking in order to explain the abrupt query. “Are those common in your time?” He asked, sounding curious more so than judgmental. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 3, 2020 2:19:30 GMT -5
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!" Deciding it was probably clear and safe to move about, he abruptly sat himself up and shook his head violently. "Not fair?" he echoed, absolutely in disbelief, but still grinning. "Rules!? I didn't realize there were any!" he said, lobbing a sloppy pile of snow in the young mans direction. "Bury me in more snow if you dare, sir! You'd best catch me, if you intend to!" he cackled, scrambling to his feet and hopping a few paces back. Hastily he grabbed up more snow, crushing it between his hands until it was a nice little ball. Not too compact and solid, wouldn't want to take an eye out, but enough that it wouldn't fall apart. He made a few more, stuffing them into a crook between his arm and his side and loading up some ammo, all while trying to keep his distance. "Okay, rules! Um... Uh... You can only use snow! No fists or slapping or kicking to inflict bodily harm! Anything else?" he called from about ten feet back. Eagerly he juggled a few snowballs, then returned them to his hoard and began to just toss one up and down in his free hand. "Sounds fine by me!" said Adrian. He might have continued to say something, but the heady scent of blood reached his nose first. The gold eyed boy spun, trying to pinpoint where the smell was coming from. "Archie?" he said, hesitating. They were up wind, which meant the hurt blinker had to be just around the corner ... right? He wanted to investigate, but just then he blinked out. (Note that Adrian is smelling a hurt Kid, who just blinked in with Sherlock. Also note I'm limited to mobile so can't edit this guy into my inactive character list. Just saying.) |
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Post by Auransky on Jan 3, 2020 2:38:49 GMT -5
"S-Sorry.." Rowlin nearly stumbled back. He wasn't trying to compliment the man directly, moreso his curiosity got the better of him. It came back to bite him, his green gaze glanced away, as a child would after being repeatedly scolded. Ended by kindness, the grave will read..."I'm fascinated with your abilities. You will know when I compliment you." He softly replied to the other man. He fell silent, feeling like he might have messed up, or stepped into another pitfall, and yet-the other man opened up, though briefly. It wasn't the entire story, but just enough to satisfy his curiosity. Had he a notebook, he would be writing notes like a good student would within the classroom. "Primarch.." He softly muttered, processing the concept. Some sort of high standing position He listened, his eyes occasionally scrolling, as he mentally noted a few key points. Responsibility, power, expectations...duty...That doesn't sound relatable in any way shape or formunderpaid , public service"L-Lucifer?" He softly muttered, as the word initially stopped all his thoughts in his tracks. He twitched in place, it wasn't scary or threatening, instead, it was left field-unexpected. Like the fallen angel?Or a stage name?"I see.." His expression softened after listening to the rest of the concept. It appeared like the man had a lot on his plate, despite ensuring an ecosystem, securing its survivability, and doing things that were clearly not on the job description. It sounded like the horrors or politics, and a minimum wage job smashed together. Pay attentionHis gaze focused on Sandalphon, who both asked him a question, and looked to redirect their setting. The lodge was up ahead, wasn't it? He couldn't help but smile, "Yes, I have no objections to heading that way." He turned, then took a step in the air, the colorful ripple appearing per step. As he walked slowly, he leaned his head back to see the Primarch, "Eventful, doesn't even begin to summarize my life. But to keep things simple, I'm an underpaid civil servant, committing to responsibilities, I didn't sign up for." He wanted to laugh but instead found himself sighing, "I make the best of the situation, but sometimes, even that isn't enough when I'm being dragged through some of fate's hellish endeavors." Ice Skating, Approaching the Winter Lodge |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 3, 2020 2:53:07 GMT -5
This reply may get a bit crazy ... ) Myrnin and Sam and Kid ( in that order) | Winter Lodge | ~∂єѕтιиу x2 Shadepelt15 x2 --cato phoenix ®Hawkpath® Razzle Dazzle zeph! and @ myself x2 and probably Nightwisher come to think of it Myrnin had been about to follow Archie inside the Lodge, and it didn't seem like they were the only one heading in that direction, when two things happened. One, a very familiar boy ran past him (Sam), looking pale and like he'd seen a ghost and then two, a very strong scent of blood. Myrnin whirled, glancing back out at the snow filled landscape. Couldn't they escape the drama for even a second? At least he only thought it was one person. "Arlo!" he barked, turning back to the inside of the Lodge and shouting at his friend. He could just faintly tell who was out there. Pity to interrupt. "Kid and Sherlock are outside! One is hurt!" Not like he could tell which one. The snow was not helping what so ever in this case. He glancing at Archie and Vince, an eyebrow lifting. Never a dull moment, he mouthed. The door was already being opened by the time Sam, Spinel (who is too good for this world, in Sam's humble opinion), and Ougi were around the corner. Of course Ougi was pressing her face to the window and Spinel was looking off into the distance with a very clear happy expression, but Sam didn't really mind this. That's when Kid and Sherlock blinking in changed that. "I can't deal with this," said Sam, turning several shades paler as something inside him perked up at the scent of blood. One of his hands grabbed Spinel's wrist and the other grabbed Ougi's. Maybe with some acquaintance support he wouldn't go chasing after injured blinkers. "Come on. Please." He tugged them along with him, though his grip could be easily broken, as he pushed past Myrnin, Vincent, and Archie. (Blood Tw?) What use was it being a blasted immortal when the House could just take it away from you! Kid was aware of the warmth on his chest, as well as the pounding in his ears. It didn't help that his whole back was going numb, though thanks to the shock he hadn't realized it was because he was laying on snow. He'd heard Sherlock's exclamation, but wasn't sure what to do about it. Damn the House! The pain should have been receding by now, but apparently the House wanted to prove a point. Kid's hand scrabbled around until it found Sherlock's. He wanted to say it would be fine. He just needed to blink back to his world and he'd heal, right? But he wasn't blinking back to his world. Vaguely, he could hear someone shout, but wasn't sure what to do about that either. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 3, 2020 4:19:43 GMT -5
 Arlo watched Izuku react to her description. So far he seemed to be accepting it well enough, though he was definitely worried about it. In the past she'd had some newbies take off running down the hall before- or even after- she'd warned them of what could be behind the doors.
"Yes," she replied, "It's definitely strange but it can be useful sometimes. You shouldn't go through the doors in the hallway alone though, there's no way of knowing what'll be in the room until you're already there and I've seen all sorts of things..." She trailed off, then chuckled. "They aren't always dangerous though- sometimes it's just a pool or you have to ride an escalator while it's raining ba-" She stopped short, her expression falling at the tone of Myrnin's voice when he shouted for her. She wasn't sure what had happened but she knew something was wrong before he'd even said it.
Arlo sprinted to the door immediately, tearing the fabric wrappings away from her hands and dropping them as she pushed through the snow. It was hard for her to tell what exactly was going on from there and the damn snow was slowing her movement. "I'm a healer! What happened?!" she shouted to them. She couldn't quite tell who was who from this distance. Kaito healed instantly though so it must have been Sherlock who was injured.
As she made her way toward them, she looked around for anyone or anything else. She wasn't sure how someone would have gotten injured there unless they'd slipped in the snow or been attacked by something. If the latter was true, then whatever had attacked them was probably still there somewhere. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 3, 2020 8:37:15 GMT -5
Sherlock | Winter Lodge | everyone at this point. (Blood tw) One of Sherlock’s hands found the wound and covered it, trying pointlessly to stop the bleeding. He wasn’t a doctor, he was a detective, and right now that meant he was of absolutely no use to anyone. There was snow. That was a good thing, he decided, although the white was fast turning crimson around where Kid’s body lay. He couldn’t tell whether the bullet had gone all the way through of not, which he needed to know, and he couldn’t stop the bleeding, and- Kid’s hand found his. Sherlock hesitated a fraction of a second before giving the hand a firm squeeze. He was hanging on now, like he was the one lying in the snow bleeding out instead of his friend. “You’re not going to die.” He said finally, and his tone was sharp, like he was giving an order. “Alright? You can’t die, I won’t allow it. Damn the House.” He raised his head. “Damn you, House. He’s immortal you idiot, you don’t get to take him just because you’re not in a good mood!” There was someone coming. “Arlo.” He breathed, and there was instant information about her flying through his head, but front and center were her words. ”I’m a healer.”He knew that. But he hadn’t known she was in this room. He cursed himself for not running for help immediately, but it was too late now and they were running out of time. “ARLO!” He shouted as loud as he could, hanging on to Kid with all the strength he had. “Kid’s hurt! Get over here already, he’s not healing like he should, I think the House did something to him!” She was coming as fast as she could, but somehow Sherlock suspected she’d come even faster once she knew which one of them was bleeding to death. He and Arlo weren’t exactly enemies, but he knew they weren’t exactly friends either. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 3, 2020 12:22:26 GMT -5
Ougi - lodge - everyone at sherlock and kid, sam, spinel
Ougi's shoulders raised nearly indiscernibly. She wasn't one to be startled, but she did register the urgency of the other blinkers. Her gaze was slowly drawn away from Hook and Shade as she turned her head, her body finally remembering that she was still stood outside. Sherlock, that detective she had seen many times in the Paradox House. In that instant, she pitied him for being in such a rush to help his clearly dying friend. Either they would save him, or they wouldn't.
Just as the student took her first step toward the scene, only a few meters away, something made her freeze. Was it that Sam tugged on her arm, pulling in the opposite direction? But she was like a boulder in that moment, unable to be budged either forward or backward. When Sam pulled it was like trying to take a bronze statue with you, one nailed to the ground at that. The student was distraught. Not teary-eyed, or excited, but distraught. She had a perturbed, almost repulsed look on her face as Arlo rushed to help Kid.
Ougi would never rush to save anyone. That was the opposite of her power. Even though she was just a high school student, and not a particularly imposing one at that, she felt like a giant looking down on the scene. There wasn't anything she could do, unless she wanted to crush them even more.
"Sorry...-" she started to say to Sherlock, but it was barely audible.
In a brief wondering of where she should be now, she remembered that there was someone who did need her.
"...Sam," she finished. That was who she truly should be apologizing to. She knew enough about vampires to perceive what might happen next. And that pull, had been him requesting her help. Ougi turned fully, using all her strength to look away from the bloody pair of blinkers and follow Sam past the gathering crowd. She guided him inside the lodge, attempting to ferry along Spinel as well.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jan 3, 2020 16:15:23 GMT -5
"That's right." Sandalphon nodded, unable to stop his head from tilting to the side while he took subtle note of Rowlin's reaction upon hearing the former Supreme Primarch's name. That was the second person here who seemed to recognize it, both displaying a reaction of suprise. How strange... Were they both in someway acquainted with him? Now it was Sandalphon's turn to be curious, especially after garnering such a reaction twice now. "Oh? Is that name familiar to you? One doesn't exactly express themselves in such a way to a name that's not." When the other blinker agreed to his proposition and starting heading towards the lodge, the pair's next destination was decided. "Ah. So you work alongside the governmental system of your land?" The Primarch mused, idly watching Rowlin walk on past him. Actually... Now that he took time to think about it, what in the sky kind of magic did this man possess that let him walk on air as if it were a solid surface? Levitation was quite common, obviously, but this skill was a class of outlandishness all it's own. It didn't give off the reading of any one element, so it's true origin was unknown. Here he thought he'd seen everything at this point. Sandalphon cast one last look back over his shoulder at the, while admittedly blemished, still pleasant setting he was about to depart. A sense of longing fluttered in his chest, before he quickly forced it away with silent assurance. Next time he found himself in a place like this, he was going to make sure to bring the crew with. Three sets of colorful plumage shifted back behind him as he turned to follow after Rowlin, the action managing to shake a few feathers free in his wake. Each discarded plume gently floated in the breeze, only to disappear in a flash of yellow light once they touched the frozen ground. Fate... Now there was a force that Sandalphon could empathize with being on the receiving end of. "Heh. Fate does indeed have a tendency to make life... Interesting, at times." Letting out a small chuckle, there was amusement tinting his voice, but his words were also delivered with clear understanding. "The best advice I can offer you, is try and not shoulder everything alone if you don't have to. If there are others around you that are willing to lend aid, allow them to do so. It can make those run-ins with fate a little easier to deal with." This was the affirmation of someone who knew it first hand. Yes, it was true he didn't know the exact troubles Rowlin was facing back home. However, these very sentiments had been monumental in helping him overcome with his own problems. Maybe they could help with whatever the other blinker was facing too. Now he was reminiscing about more recent events. The somberness radiating from the archangel had ceased, now a lighter air of optimism. A grin again teasing at one corner of his mouth. That was... Until the echo of commotion reached the two of them, emanating from the direction of the wooden house ahead. Instantly Sandalphon's head flew to face the source of the noise, face turning pensive as his usual no-nonsense attitude returned in a heartbeat. "Sounds like trouble." They still had a ways to go before they arrived at their destination, time that couldn't be wasted if the urgency in the voices he heard was to be believed. "Sorry to cut our little stroll short, but we're taking a quicker route." The Primarch declared, suddenly picking up his pace so he could position himself a few feet right in front of Rowlin. "Hang on." Hmm. When was the last time he'd done this? Back during assault on Etemenanki, wasn't it? For something so useful, he really didn't utilize it much. He closed his eyes in an effort to focus on drawing upon the blessings of the Tetra-Elements from within his wings to use their power to teleport. A blue circle of runic light emanated beneath where he floated, bathing the snow around them in an otherworldly glow. It stretched just far enough for Rowlin to be standing over it as well. There.The entire world went white, and not a minute later, both he and the Primarch near him appeared next to the lodge from thin air. A 'chaotic mess' was an appt way to describe the frantic goings on around the lodge. As if it hadn't been crowded enough before, even more people had been brought in by their host. And not too far away lay what was presumably the cause of the fuss, the snow aroud him deep scarlet as his lifeblood escaped from an unseen wound. "Damnit. What the hell happened?" He and Rowlin hadn't been separated from the group that long. How had things escalated this fast? To his relief, another blinker, a woman, emerged from within the Lodge's entrance and made her way over to the fallen human, declaring she was a healer. As much as he wanted to help, the archangel remained where he was, although his displeasure at doing so was very evident. Even if he did, there was naught he could do and he would only be in the way. Much to his chagrin, healing others was not included in all the power he held. -Winter Lodge Auransky |
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Post by Numquam on Jan 3, 2020 16:49:36 GMT -5
So Vincent was going to talk to Julius after all. His tail lightly moved from side to side as he listened to the man's question. He raised an eyebrow and stayed silent for a few seconds. What did he mean by when Julius was from? He knew the other blinkers came from other worlds, but times too? Surely Julius didn't look like he was from the past? Perhaps to other blinkers he was, who knows. "Uh, the current year is 2040." As much as he hated to, he might as well try to keep a conversation here, otherwise it would be a very boring blink of just staring at the wall. He exhaled before starting, "I don't suppose you're under the same year?" Vincent’s expression softened at the sound of a date, quickly trying to recall what he could of the time period. He knew only what bad television and half-fabricated stories had ever told him, which was unfortunately not very much. He briefly considered his selective knowledge of political issues that had occurred during the decade, all information that he’d received in high school, then ultimately decided that the comparison was unnecessary. With Julius standing there, lashing his tail at him, it was clear their worlds were on very different timelines. “No,” he answered thoughtfully after a moment. He then proceeded to guide the conversation, speaking in order to explain the abrupt query. “Are those common in your time?” He asked, sounding curious more so than judgmental. Julius still had the assumption that Vincent was going to say something snarky any minute now, judging by some of their last blinks...or by any of his experiences with men. He had to wonder how he'd react if that did happen soon. Normally he'd want to crush the person's skull in, but the pup had been scolding him recently for his aggression. The problem was, she wasn't here right now to do so. The situation was already making him want more nicotine. "What, the cigarettes?" Unless Vincent meant his clothes, but the man wasn't being very clear right now. "I suppose they are." He stayed quiet for a bit longer before continuing, "You find them in any grocery store or gas station." Now that he thought about it, the question was a little weird. Did tobacco not exist in the human's world? "You can't find them in your world?" |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 3, 2020 17:53:55 GMT -5
Vincent & Hook | Lodge | mostlllyy Shadepelt15 and mintedstar/fur but kinda everyone?? Vincent raised his eyebrows as Myrnin rounded on him, confused by the volume of the question. He didn’t answer before Archie did it for him, though when he heard the reasoning the god gave he cast him an annoyed glance. Being the youngest one here didn’t mean he was too young to have...ah what was the point? He decided to continue ignoring the chatty pair as they progressed, simply raising his eyebrow as the vampire and god were, or nearly were, staked by falling icicles. He then noticed that both eyes briefly considered him when they brought up Myrnin’s girlfriend, though Myrnin’s expression gave no hint for the reasoning for it so he paid it no mind. The next few words of their conversation were rather pointless, so at Myrnin’s offer to go inside he moved towards the door without remorse; ignoring Archie’s proposal of gifts. Before he could reach the inside of the Lodge, shouting caused him to pause, and then a young boy ran past in a panic, causing him to stop. He glanced towards Myrnin’s face as the vampire yelled inside for Arlo. Vincent stepped aside from the entrance of the lodge, suspecting there would be someone running out in a moment. As he did so, he kept his gaze on his company, raising his eyebrow in agreement at the silent comment. He then glanced towards the snow-covered earth, narrowing his eyes as he spotted the distant scene of crimson. - Hook grinned as a look of guilt crossed over Shade’s expression, ever amused someone like her could be a hit man. At her offer he blinked in confusion for a second, not sure how looking through the pictures of her victims would be insjulting to anyone, though nodded anyways. If she’d prefer it then he surely wasn’t about to decline to spending some private time with her. As she beckoned him along he smirked, noticing how pleased she seemed. “Lead the way,” he mused, sounding very content to follow after her. At the sudden burst of noise he turned around sharply, hand already on the hilt of his blade. He watched carefully as Arlo took off, then glanced towards Shade, eyebrow raised. “Is that our que to leave?” He whispered, nodding towards the hallway - which was the obviously preferred option of the situation. After being in the house for so long, he was sure Arlo could handle whatever was going on just fine. Still, he hesitated to see Shade’s reaction, willing to wait if she was, but not really seeing the reason for it.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 3, 2020 18:31:30 GMT -5
Vincent’s expression softened at the sound of a date, quickly trying to recall what he could of the time period. He knew only what bad television and half-fabricated stories had ever told him, which was unfortunately not very much. He briefly considered his selective knowledge of political issues that had occurred during the decade, all information that he’d received in high school, then ultimately decided that the comparison was unnecessary. With Julius standing there, lashing his tail at him, it was clear their worlds were on very different timelines. “No,” he answered thoughtfully after a moment. He then proceeded to guide the conversation, speaking in order to explain the abrupt query. “Are those common in your time?” He asked, sounding curious more so than judgmental. Julius still had the assumption that Vincent was going to say something snarky any minute now, judging by some of their last blinks...or by any of his experiences with men. He had to wonder how he'd react if that did happen soon. Normally he'd want to crush the person's skull in, but the pup had been scolding him recently for his aggression. The problem was, she wasn't here right now to do so. The situation was already making him want more nicotine. "What, the cigarettes?" Unless Vincent meant his clothes, but the man wasn't being very clear right now. "I suppose they are." He stayed quiet for a bit longer before continuing, "You find them in any grocery store or gas station." Now that he thought about it, the question was a little weird. Did tobacco not exist in the human's world? "You can't find them in your world?" The assumption that Vincent had something quick to say was never far from the truth, though he seemed to be keeping whatever thoughts he had silent. Whether it be that he didn’t trust Julius’ anger management enough to feel certain he’d maintain his safety, or if he had ulterior motives for keeping the snake level headed, it wasn’t clear. Instead, he folded his hands behind his back comfortably as he waited for more information. He gave an affirmative nod at the question, then considered his response. He lifted his gaze quizzically at the question, staring at Julius’ face blankly for a moment. “Does your world offer a similar alternative?” He asked, momentarily sounding as though he were avoiding the question. Still, he answered it in part, as he seemed to believe there was another form of the object Julius brought with him, one he was perhaps more experienced with. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 3, 2020 20:05:21 GMT -5
Juuzou narrowed his eyes a fraction. That wasn’t the response he’d been hoping for, but he hadn’t detected any alarm at the mention of ghouls being wiped out. He had seemed awfully quick to protest that he wasn’t a cop though, which was.... Interesting. “A lawyer?” He repeated, leaning a bit closer to the revolutionary, his gaze searching. “That’s an interesting career choice. Sounds boring to me though. You don’t get into fights as a lawyer, you just talk, talk, talk. I’d rather kill ghouls.” He nodded, as though satisfied by his own assurance. Then he glanced over his shoulder, noting the increased activities near the door and outside. “Something’s happening.” He observed brightly, and headed for the door without wanting to see if Enjolras would follow. “Something exciting!” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 3, 2020 20:23:54 GMT -5
</div></div>(Took me forever to find this, apologies for the lateness!) Rue | Rock Climbing Room | Aizawa Rue sucked in a breath as she hit the- no. She didn’t hit the ground. “You caught me.” She stayed in surprise, staring at him as though seeing him for the first time. “Um...thanks.” she brushed herself off as he put her down, awkwardly realizing that she’d just played an accidental game of trust falls with a complete stranger. Thankfully, a nice stranger, but still. What was she thinking? ”I’m okay.” She said in a very small voice. “Uh...what did I do wrong? That works on trees,” |
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jan 3, 2020 21:00:09 GMT -5
Spinel's happy thoughts quickly faded into the background of her mind as everyone began to run around and yell and all that jazz. She merely tilted her head, looking extremely confused about what was going on, while stretching her arm out so she wouldn't be brought in immediately by Sam. From what she understood, someone was hurt and everyone was going over? But that didn't make sense- how'd someone get hurt? As far as she was concerned, they were all still having fun a second ago. What happened? If anything, the best friend was more curious and bewildered than worried. Following Sam and Ougi was probably better. Who knows, maybe they would play a game or two in there. Also, getting out of everybody's way would be smart. "Okie Dokie," she simply said, not necessarily smiling at this point, but not frowning either; just looking more disconnected than anything. With that, she bounded inside as well. Mainly mintedstar/fur and Razzle Dazzle but also kind of everyone else? c: |
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Post by Numquam on Jan 3, 2020 21:06:41 GMT -5
Julius still had the assumption that Vincent was going to say something snarky any minute now, judging by some of their last blinks...or by any of his experiences with men. He had to wonder how he'd react if that did happen soon. Normally he'd want to crush the person's skull in, but the pup had been scolding him recently for his aggression. The problem was, she wasn't here right now to do so. The situation was already making him want more nicotine. "What, the cigarettes?" Unless Vincent meant his clothes, but the man wasn't being very clear right now. "I suppose they are." He stayed quiet for a bit longer before continuing, "You find them in any grocery store or gas station." Now that he thought about it, the question was a little weird. Did tobacco not exist in the human's world? "You can't find them in your world?" The assumption that Vincent had something quick to say was never far from the truth, though he seemed to be keeping whatever thoughts he had silent. Whether it be that he didn’t trust Julius’ anger management enough to feel certain he’d maintain his safety, or if he had ulterior motives for keeping the snake level headed, it wasn’t clear. Instead, he folded his hands behind his back comfortably as he waited for more information. He gave an affirmative nod at the question, then considered his response. He lifted his gaze quizzically at the question, staring at Julius’ face blankly for a moment. “Does your world offer a similar alternative?” He asked, momentarily sounding as though he were avoiding the question. Still, he answered it in part, as he seemed to believe there was another form of the object Julius brought with him, one he was perhaps more experienced with. Julius wasn't liking the vibe this man left off. The questions seemed innocent enough, but something about him gave the viper a suspicious feeling. It could have been because of the general trust issues he had with men, or maybe his gut was right to tell him that Vincent was up to something else. Alternative...to smoking? What was he implying? Another type of stress relief? "That...depends what you mean." He was trying to think what other alternatives there were. "You have alcohol...you have drugs..." Julius has definitely tried both. "Or you can do something else that won't kill you eventually." He's already trying to slow down on the nicotine, especially for his sister's sake. He didn't smoke as much as before, but he still did it. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 3, 2020 22:55:14 GMT -5
There was only slightly more respite inside the Lodge than out. Dragging Ougi, or trying to anyway, had been a shock. He had been getting used to his new strength - a bit - and Ougi's blatant response to it was a shock. There was just no way that he shouldn't have been able to move her if she had been human. But Ougi seemed capable of defying all logical definitions. And she had been the one to full him in as well. Sam glanced at her, trying to hide his shock. She'd helped him. "Thanks," he said, trying to keep the embarrassment out of his voice. He also had to look down at Spinel's wrist then, because he could have sworn it hadn't been that length before. What was she? Rubber? "At least this is calmer," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. He could still sort of smell the blood. It didn't help that everyone was now narrowing in on the injured blinker outside. He glanced around. "You've been here before?" he asked Ougi, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He took his hand away from his face and turned to Spinel, "Have you ever even been in a house?" He was curious. She seemed surprised at everything. He hoped that she wasn't going to rush the fire in the fireplace for example. - Much like several of the other blinkers, Myrnin was in the gaggle of blinkers by the door. Vincent and Archie were there, but suddenly so was Juuzou and who knew who else. Myrnin edged away from the door. Arlo was good at her skills. He couldn't help side-eyeing Vincent and Archie, wondering how they would react. Was Vincent familiar with Arlo's ability? Myrnin could imagine that he was probably taking inventory of all the things which were turning up. "The Lodge burns down, or it ends up with three people stuck in a sweater, or apparently people dying," he said, edging into the building. A vampire hovering wasn't going to do any good. "I'm in here if anyone wants me." - (Blood (or the affects there of) tw) House did something to him.Like hell it had. Kid could vaguely hear Sherlock's voice and possibly Arlo's, though the background rumbling of the other blinkers escaped him. His mind was wondering, eyes constantly drifting to the side ... "You idiot," hissed a familiar voice in his ear. More a memory really. "You went and tried to save someone again. You're arms ... what have you done, Kaito?"Kid's eyelids flickered open than closed again and he tried to focus on the faces above him. "Not my fault," he mumbled, though whether it was to reality or memory was a different matter. "Had to ..." "This ... this might hurt."The muscles in his arms tensed, his fingers twitching as if remembering how they had been forced to heal, as quickly as possible, in a failed attempt to save him. He shook the memory off by blinking again several times. "Arlo?" he asked quietly. Asking if she was there more than anything. |
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Jan 4, 2020 0:12:20 GMT -5
Aizawa | Rock Climbing Room | RueAizawa made a noncommittal sound of acknowledgement and took a step back to give her space. "You're wasting time and energy stopping to look for your next move. It works in trees because you can stand and look, but not when you're hanging off by your fingers," he said, looking to the wall. "Try to plot your path before you start if you can." Obviously there wouldn't always be time to do that, but for a beginner they might as well take that step. Beginner, he thought sardonically. Like this manifestation was a real person who would actually use the skill. His gaze dropped back to Rue. "Look at it and tell me which path you think you should take." 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. Aizawa flinched, bracing himself for an impact that never came. Hange flew past him, slamming through the wall. Bristling, Aizawa watched them closely, eyes still burning red. They didn't move. ....Had they died? Hair falling and capture weapon retreating back to wrapping around his neck, he cautiously approached. As far as he knew they were human. Any normal human would likely die being thrown through a wall that hard. However humans did not move that fast. Nor did they manage to track anything with such ease.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Jan 4, 2020 0:28:19 GMT -5
(Hange, rain posting)
Hange | Hallway Wall | Aizawa
Hange had landed at a very awkward angle against the inner wall, splinters of wood all around and on top of them, their neck at a slightly unnatural angle that would be, to put it lightly, very bad for a regular human.
And for five more seconds, Hange was a regular human. A very dead one.
Then, Aizawa's hair fell, and the red in his eyes faded, and just like that, they snapped upright, instantly at attention. They looked around, turning first to the right, then to the left, and then to Aizawa, who was leaping back, but slowly - well, not slowly for him, but as usual, humans seemed sluggish to them now, especially in moments like this one.
But...what about the moments just before this one?? What had happened? They'd been running straight for him, their aim had been good...no way he could've dodged them with the amount of speed he seemed able to produce. So...what had sent them through this wall, and why couldn't they remember? Was it his ability? Did that red light in his eyes, and the way his hair seemed to defy gravity, somehow affect them? Maybe he could knock them out from a distance. Maybe - oh! It was happening again. There went his hair, then his scarf, then his eyes...if only they could -
And with that, they keeled over again, dead before they hit the ground.
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Jan 4, 2020 0:51:00 GMT -5
| Enjolras | Just Outside the Lodge |
"Talking is a much better weapon to resort to than killing." Enjolras retorted, disapproval flickering across his face at how intensely this blinker focused on his ghoul-killing crusade, almost like he was trying to convince himself and everyone else that he was right. Enjolras had no time to reflect on it further, though, because, in typical house fashion, something bad had happened.
As more people appeared outside the lodge, and the blinkers inside became aware of the situation, Enjolras rushed out with Juuzuo to see if he could help with any of the commotion. He did have to wonder, though, why had he appeared inside, while others appeared to be stumbling upon the cabin? He had no idea. But it seemed that the House wasn't intending to have a quiet lodge this time around. Someone appeared to be hurt.
He stepped out into the cold, the wind stinging his cheeks. He narrowed his eyes against the wind, taking in a breath at the scene before him. Kid was lying in the snow, bleeding out. It was lucky that Arlo was there. Surely, she'd saved the lives of so many people here with her healing.
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