~ Tнє Pαяα∂σχ Hσυѕє ~ now back to regularly scheduled chaos

Hector raised an eyebrow at the sudden influx of cursing added to the sound of the wind blowing through the pines in the distance. He recognized Maladict, and, recognizing him from that bubble room, offered him a friendly smile. "Hello again. Looks like some sort of room."
"Up in the mountains somewhere? This is so much more snow than I've ever seen in my life." Hector commented, lifting a booted foot and setting it down on a fresh patch of snow, sinking in again up to his knees.

Hector raised an eyebrow at Maladict's description of such amounts of snow. He'd only ever seen dustings of snow before in his own world. Hector looked down at the sled. The round disk was like a shield in his own world, though much flimsier. There was no apparent purpose to it. "We may have to get to the building from here- though it does look very far."

"It'll be a bit of a break from our own worlds, though, eh?" He added, his tone trailing slightly in curiosity. "It sounded like it wasn't going exactly peachy."

Samuel | Lodge | Most anyone

The future? Samuel was hardly able to wrap his head around it. Part of him was aware that Zange had been talking not only to the other blinkers - breaking off to predict one thing or another - but that she had also said something very ... bad about the future of all of them.
He'd heard Arlo just fine when she'd explained who Zange was. It lent more creditably to what Zange had said if there was another blinker who also knew what had happened. That made it all a bit more worse.
He took a step forward, toward Sherlock and Ougi, and said in a halting voice, "But ... look ... if she is from the future and it's a warning or something ... then doesn't that mean we should be working it out? Not getting offended by not believing it's addressing us?" He looked nervous, but Zange hadn't actually talked to him. "Just ... someone died. Isn't that something to be a bit more distressed about that whatever problems might be in you." Here he pointed at Ougi and Sherlock at the same time. "Why can't we just try and help her last wishes or something?"
He almost wanted to cry. Had he ever seen death before? His father had died, in a crash, but this was different. This was in front of him. And the adults seemed to be acting so stupid about it!

Vincent | Living Room | Numquam

Vincent let the several seconds of quiet pass with ease, silently occupying himself with memories of Julius’ character. He had yet to figure out what made the viper tick, or what his deal with men was, but he was slowly piecing together the best route to unlocking such things. He remained expressionless as Julius spoke, though his eyebrow quirked up slightly as to call attention to the fact that the other man had initiated. He knew that whoever started the conversation probably wasn’t a thing of importance, though he wondered how Julius react if he put it in his head that it was.

He considered the question momentarily, as if he’d been caught off guard that the snake was curious about his world, then answered slowly. “Should you wish to call it that…” he agreed slowly. He then lifted his chin, offering a smile. “Though, in regards of providing a similar buzz, perhaps it be inaccurate to suggest I speak from experience.” He has made it clear he’d never handled a cigarette before, though he seemed adamant to clarify this again before he proceeded. Or perhaps he was suggesting that he wouldn’t decline if he were offered one. He figured Julius would interpret things how he liked to.

| Hector | Random Hill Near Lodge, Sledding | {{roleplayed by clover}} |


"So they're really quite useless to go over the hills back to the lodge without any pack animals, but they'll at least get us down them." Hector pointed out, understanding what Maladict meant now. Meant for riding the hills down, which wasn't exactly useful for anything practical. On the other hand... it could be a lot of fun.
"Looks exciting, no?" Hector asked, a glint in his eye as he understood the concept. The House could make fun rooms just as well as dangerous ones, could it not? It was worth a try.

| Hector | Random Hill Near Lodge, Sledding | {{roleplayed by clover}} |

"The hill's steep enough that we'll probably get going pretty fast." Hector commented, his eyes bright. The man clearly had a fondness for such things. A childhood of riding horses at breakneck speeds that would have given anyone trying to keep him alive a heart attack had given him the taste for it. He retrieved the sled from the snowbank it had been deposited at.

"You can still sit on it-" Hector stopped as Maladict literally stepped on top of the sled and prepared to ride it down. This was going to end badly. As Maladict whooped Hector laughed and gripped the sled in front of him, getting a running start before jumping onto the sled. The sled whooshed against the snow as he started going down the hill, quickly picking up speed. He let out a whoop as well. And so far, no one had crashed yet!

Spinel watched as the fake Primarch pushed by, her expression a mess of confusion, hurt, and a general consensus of being overwhelmed. She watched as he went over to Sandalphon, and then lifted him up and- her eyes widened at what came next, positively staring. "Hey! No!" She yelped slightly but didn't do anything, feeling helpless.
The best friend kept watching as the fake threw him across the room, and tried out the wings. She clenched her fists slightly, stamping a foot on the ground similar to an angry child. "Stoppp!" She yelled, her voice containing an incessant whine. "You hurt him, and those were his wings, 'cause he told me and-" The best friend gem grabbed one pair, stretching out her arms and clinging to them. "Give them back!"
False Spinel had been quiet the whole time, watching the scene with quiet indignance. This new development, however, was enough for her to snicker slightly, a smirk back on her face. "Wowee- this is gettin' peachy, ain't it? Say, maybe can you knock some sense into that noodle?" She shrugged, inflating a fist slightly. "Or I can. Up to you."

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Maladict | Hills are for people without skateboard sleds | {{Mint waz here}}

This was, for all intense and purposes, the most fun that Maladict had had for a very long time. Perhaps his whole life. There was something about the mental ability it took to stay on as well as the breakneck speed with which he was traveling which he had not had in the life he had led at home. 
Then came Hector, coming at full speed - faster really - and screaming with just as much excitement. Maladict looked over his shoulder at the other blinker and how quickly he was catching up, while still attempting to keep his balance in a substance which he had never tried to run in, much less slide down.
"Oh yeah!" he challenged over his shoulder, aware that Hector's lower position would have him speeding past any second now. Instead, he shifted his posture and ended up sliding over an incline that sent him into the air and then landing hard - but still balanced and moving - on the other side. It gave him a bit more of a lead, but not much. Maladict wasn't sure what else he was supposed to do to stay ahead, but he was darn well going to make the trip interesting. He tilted ever so slightly, nearly tipping over in the process, but still getting directly, and he meant directly, in front of Hector. Hector was in danger of slamming into the back of the vampire if he didn't curve away.

Maladict | Eat Snow - on a hill by the Lodge | {{This Be Minty}}

It had. But Maladict had no issue at all with falling. The tube continued sliding down hill, but was knocked to the side thanks to the impact, it's decent slowing as it traveled. Maladict, however, went sprawling, rolling in the snow, head over heals. He did not mind a single bit taking down Hector either. His fall had been in the same line as the other blinkers and Hector's sled was pushed out from under him by a wayward (or maybe intentional) boot.
The snow was soft, powdery, and didn't make for a hard landing. Hector would likely be alright, but freezing and as covered in white flakes as Maladict was. He half laughed and then choked when snow ended up in his mouth.
His trajectory ended and he slowly sat up, covered in snow. The turtleneck was covered in frozen patches of snow and little specks of ice.
"Are you alright?" he called to Hector as he sat up.

| Hector | Random Hill Near Lodge, Sledding | {{roleplayed by clover}} |

As Maladict crashed into the snow, Hector gripped tightly onto the sled, ducking away to avoid any stray flailing limbs. His sled, however, was not so lucky and got kicked off course. He flipped over with the momentum, losing the sled. It skittered away down the hill, much slower now that it had less momentum. Hector still had all of his momentum and continued to roll down the hill in a spectacular wipe-out. He yelped, flailing out his arms to try to get some purchase on the snowy slope. As the man rolled to a stop he sat up, absolutely covered in snow. He shook out his hair, wiping snow out of his eyes and puffing to clear his nose and mouth.

"I can't believe you did that!" Hector said, half talking about the crazy stunts Maladict had pulled and half accusatory at the way he'd knocked Hector's sled away. He shivered as snow melted and dripped down his neck. He reached out, subtly picking up a handful of snow. What he was going to do with it was absolutely anybody's guess... Nope. He was going to throw it.

Vincent looked sideways as Julius fell into silence again, breathing out through his noise with a subtle sigh. While he was willing to be patient with the viper, the other man’s comfort with awkward silence made him a worthy opponent when it came to the task of breaking his spirit. Should he be the type to easily walk away from his objective, he would’ve already decided it was best to leave the snake to his lonesome. However, he was a man of resilience, and therefor could relentlessly provide either silence or noise however it seemed necessary - particularly when his company would rather him not. In the instance of Julius, he just had to tread lightly and with persistence.

He raised his eyebrows as the man suddenly turned and headed for the hallway, analyzing his body language. He hadn’t seemed hostile when he walked off, nor even peeved beyond reasonable means. If anything, the other man had been handling the conversation thus far with boredom more so than patience. That was actually a good thing. Should the man be suspicious of him, it was simply a sign of average perception; but should he peek the viper’s radar as anything worth his interest, he’d be backtracking in his progress. He didn’t seem to mind that he was putting a great deal of thought more into the interaction than Julius was, as this was a normality for someone who spoke in his practice. If he play the right role long enough, perhaps he’d get what he wanted. He waited several seconds before heading after him, walking quickly enough to fall close behind him but slowing before he could join him at his side. “Are you informed on the politics of your time?” He asked, studying his attire once more as he spoke.

Maladict | Hill on a hill on a hill by a lodge | {{Mint is still here }}

"You saw my sled, did you not?" asked Maladict dryly. He was quickly forming another snowball. This was war - the fun kind, the kind he wished Borogravia would settle their issues with. "It has a hole in the middle! How is that safe? I would like my body in one piece when I reached the bottom of the hill!"
The snowball was tossed mid-sentence as a distraction. He was grinning. Talking and tossing snow was a bit difficult when it came to multitasking but that meant that the snowball Hector was tossing around had so far connected every single time.
Maladict finally dragged himself out of the snow and started to move, shuffling a bit down the hill and tossing the snow behind him as he went. "Come on!" he called. "You can aim better than that."
He dragged his hand through the snow as he went, tossing a bit of loose flakes at Hector.

Maladict | One Hill + One Lodge = Much Snow | {{Mint RPs this Idiot}}

Hector's aim had better be good, because Maladict was leaping over the snow bank. Not something graceful, like a dancer, but a full on swan dive that was fully intent on being faster that Hector's snowball and to get as close as possible as quickly as possible. The vampire tumbled head over heal to the left of Hector, tumbling and then coming up sitting where he aimed his remaining (loosely packed) snowball at Hector's chest.
"Surrender!" said Maladict, grinning with his slightly pointed teeth exposed. "And I will be merciful. No more snow."
Both of his hands at once went to the snow at his side, scraping together snow into both of his fists and raised them while he let his eyebrows rise. "Give up."
He didn't seem cold, but he was wet by this point. That was a bit uncomfortable. But Maladict really thought one of them would have to give up soon.

Shade grinned, vaguely despondent, then offered a shrug. "Well, I'll take what I can get," she said, the grin turning genuine as she did so. When he nodded to her satchel she pursed her lips, looking around then drifting over to a couch and settling down onto it. She patted the cushion next to her, then pulled the satchel off her shoulders and flicked it open while she waited for him. "Its surely not as impressive as you think it is," she forewarned him as she pulled out a leather scrapbook, dressed to look all pretty and bubbling. Complete with stickers and glitter.

Realizing she hadn't put her personal cover on it, she blushed hard and cleared her throat into her fist. "Its to throw anybody who might snoop off... Who'd look for a murder-list in a scrapbook, right?" she said quickly, trying to justify herself ahead of time. "Anyways- I-its just a ploy, I have the actual protective cover at home." This seemed to be mostly for herself, but even so her blush didn't seem motivated to fade.

Pulling the book into her lap, she looked through a selection of colorful bookmarks then opened it at the purple and pink stripped one. Here was the beginning of profiles; photographs of the person(s) she was bring brought in to target. Sometimes there were pairs, or multiple pictures to portray other appearances the persons might carry. Alongside the photographs were dozens of notes, descriptions, warnings, and other details regarding the assignment. At the top of all of these was a but "PENDING" stamped in red. It could be assumed this was because she hadn't accepted the task yet. 

After leaving the book open a moment, she glanced over at Hook through the corner of her eye, waiting to see his reaction. Wildly enough, she found she was holding her breath.