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Post by Numquam on Jan 12, 2020 22:26:39 GMT -5
~∂єѕтιиу Julius merely grunted in response and looked away. He wasn't about to offer him one of his own cigarettes. The only other person he'd give them to was the pup, but that fell apart quickly once his sister found out. Staying quiet after a few moments, he didn't have anything else to say to the human. Standing around seemed boring, so he casually walked over to the hall without another word. He placed his hands in his pockets as he entered the hallway. 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. Julius quietly listened to the sound of his echoing foot steps as he walked down the hall. He turned his head a bit when more footsteps followed behind him. The viper wasn't entirely surprised that the human decided to follow him. He simply looked forward again and continued to silently walk. He raised an eyebrow at Vincent's next question. Was this just his attempt at getting to know him? Or was he building up some ridiculous insult? Julius was still suspicious of his behaviour. He still wouldn't know how to respond if an insult did occur. Not just due to the pup's frequent interventions, but Julius just wasn't in the mood to tear another man apart in this hall. "Sure." The moment books and the internet became available to him for the first time, Julius would spend what time he could learning of the world and literature. He never had the luxury of going to school. That privilege was stolen from him at a very young age. "It's not as bad as other countries." It was still full of flaws and issues, but that wasn't new or surprising for any country. The northern areas were a mess however, and it seemed like it wasn't something Elisia's leaders planned on fixing anytime soon. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 12, 2020 23:09:42 GMT -5
</div>(god this reply is so late I'm sorry mint) Hange | Catan Room | mintedstar/fur |Hange watched what Myrnin was doing, head tilted, and raised their dice again, nodding in agreement. "Ah, yes, the dice. Shall I summon something else? I wonder - " Then, they froze, their entire body going totally still as they stared into empty space, eyes narrowed in concentration. "Too many heartbeats," they hissed, glancing at Myrnin, one eyebrow raised. "There's someone else here...can you hear them??" |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 12, 2020 23:43:56 GMT -5
Matt | Spaceship room | »ƑαƖcση mintedstar/fur |Matt appeared at the door of the spaceship, face deathly pale, and chest heaving from the effort of getting off the floor. Despite his ragged appearance, he stood up as straight as possible and flashed a grin at the group of strangers outside the door, apparently unfazed by their clear overture of unfriendliness. "Hey, fellas," he said, stepping past the Doctor and Volt and swaying slightly as he tried to keep his feet. "I'm Matt. This is Doc, and Volt. They're my crewmates. As you can see, our ship had a couple technical difficulties on its way down here - any chance you guys know anything about spaceship repair?"
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 12, 2020 23:45:10 GMT -5
NumquamVincent folded his hands behind his back, glancing down to watch the way Julius walked. He was starting to memorize patterns in other blinker’s strides, the same way he could with certain individuals at home. There was no particular value in the information, though he had a habit of keeping his eyes low anyways, and it provided entertainment when there was nowhere else to look. He kept his gaze there while Julius spoke, considering the meaning of his words and how he chose to use them. “Where are you from?” He asked after a moment, hesitantly looking up from his analysis on the viper’s steps. He looked almost confused that something had drawn his attention away from his staring, innocently waiting for Julius’ answer as he moved to match his pace, now walking parallel with him. He wondered what ‘other countries’ was referring to. As far as he was concerned, there weren’t many countries that had political standings worthy to be prided over - even if he considered the creeping suspicion that he and the viper shared worlds of entirely different geography.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 0:26:48 GMT -5
| Maladict | Sledding down Hills near Lodge | {{The Clover Mimic Who is Mint}} |
Maladict reacted not by throwing the snowball - at least that wasn't all he did - and instead he made a rush for Hector's sled. "You take the broken one!" he shouted over his shoulder as he ran, bounding forward with slightly inhuman speed as he aimed to steal Hector's sled.
The vampire jumped onto the sled almost in the same movement, ricocheting away down the hill, spinning like a demented top and grinning every time he ended up facing in Hector's direction.
It was possibly more unnerving to be sitting down and facing backwards half of the time he was flying down the hill.
"Beaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat you!" he called, voice probably carried away by the wind. That was two seconds before the bottom of the hill, which they hit and then sunk down to his neck as soon as the sled had reached the snowdrift. It felt like the ground had dropped out from under the vampire and he yelped loudly.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 0:36:23 GMT -5
| Hector | Random Hill Near Lodge, Sledding | {{roleplayed by clover}} |
"Hey!" Hector protested. Because of his snowball throwing he only had one hand on the sled and Maladict's sudden rush at him allowed him to pull it out of Hector's grip easily. As Maladict taunted him he rushed for the tube sled, repeating his earlier tactic of clutching it to his chest, running as fast as he could, and and launching himself down the hill. He'd almost caught up with Maladict when the hill ended. Seeing Maladict flounder in the snow, Hector held on tightly to his air-filled tube that allowed him to stay above the snow. "Nature has aided me in my revenge!" He joked.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 0:46:49 GMT -5
Maladict | Jaws only with snow - I mean sledding on a hill by the lodge | {{Mint incarnate}} Nature be damned, though Maladict. He had better ways than this. He floundered about a second more, than ended up sinking under the snow, making a pretty good imitation of something deeper - or at least more powdery and unsupportive - than it actually was. The floundering still continued for a second, the only think Hector would be able to see would be moving snow in the same place. Then everything was still. It remained that way for several seconds, than a hand from under the snow pushed up on the under side of Hector's new sled and tipped it dangerously to the side as Maladict rose out of the snow like he was rising from the grave. "I would say it's nature's way of creating dramatic effect!" he challenged, now actually standing up (though the snow was coming up to his waist) and leaned an elbow against the tube sled. "But at least you did me a kindness to show me how this monstrosity worked." His smile was very, very innocent. |
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Post by Numquam on Jan 13, 2020 1:02:50 GMT -5
~∂єѕтιиуDespite Julius' upbringings, he always walked properly. His back straight and his chin high, the only improper part of his form were his fingers being in his pockets. Surprisingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly, he was a gentleman to women. There were few exceptions, most being women in other PMCs, or the pup depending on his mood. "Born in Flumentis, now I live in Elisia." He didn't move to Elisia until he was 16, but it was a nice country. That is, for the most part. He didn't get into detail about the cities or the states, and his current situation was a little complicated in terms of where he lived now, but it was still Elisia nonetheless.. He doubted any of these names would mean much to Vincent. "I'm assuming you're from a country I've never heard of." He didn't think different worlds would share the same countries.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 1:11:38 GMT -5
Of course Myrnin could hear them. He stiffened. "This is ... unusual." Well, he supposed not so much. He turned slowly looking over at the window. There were a couple shapes beyond it, but he could sort of smell the unfamiliar scent of the robber's gang outside. He could imagine what they might be holding. Probably something deadly. "Excuse me," said a voice from outside. It was slightly muffled by vampire hearing standard, but clear enough that both Hange and Myrnin would hear every word and emotion clearly. "We really would like this square of land. Leave ... or don't and face the consequences. Your choice." Myrnin bristled a bit. "Haven't we already dealt with these jokers?" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 1:36:21 GMT -5
Matt's response was both the exact wrong thing to say and the most confusing thing that he could have. Several of the disk-like weapons were raised and there were several grumbles and frowning faces. "This," said one of the guards. "Is not your ship. It's ours. What have you done with out navigators?" Their language, while understandable, was gruff and no-nonsense. The Doctor's eyes narrowed. Had they entered another world? Always possible. Then again, the House seemed to contain worlds. She was going to treat this just like she might have anyway and that was by stepping almost in front of Matt to attempt to block him from the threatening visitors and said very quickly, "There's no one on the ship. We checked. It was floating abandoned in space when we found it. We just wanted to dock it where it was heading." A plausible lie, but a necessary lie when met with a lot of sharp objects that were held by probably perfectly decent beings apart from the fact they wanted to kill you. "Oh?" said the one holding the closest circular glaives. There was a lot of doubt in their tone. They looked at Matt with clear hostility. "So why lie the first time. What happened needing 'spaceship repairs?'" They were clearly looking for a response from Matt. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 2:02:13 GMT -5
Myrnin | Ice Sculpture Room | Numquam Blinking in, the vampire was hissing in frustration. His hands were in his pockets, his shoulders hunched. He seemed to be getting steadily more annoyed each time he blinked in and this was no exception. This time, he was spinning in a circle, snapping, "This wasn't meant to be a holiday. This was meant to have a purpose. A reason. They can see through his eyes. Finding some source of the probl-" But he stopped when the person he was talking to disappeared, his breath pooling in a cloud in front of him. It disappeared on the next breath, but it was clear he'd blinked in from a less frozen place. There was ice and snow all over place, but not just as a frosted landscape of hills and the occasional tree. It was literally a forest and field of snow and snow and ice sculptures. They were scattered around Myrnin, from mini-leopards to wolves to horses to squirrels and birds. "When she said it would take from a few months to a few years, I was hoping it would be the few mont-" Eises tripped over a rock hidden under some snow just as she blinked in. She fell face first with her arms outstretched; the snow made a soft pomf as her body started sinking into it. She stayed laying on her front for several seconds before lifting only her head with her ears flattened as close to her head as they could. She looked up and noticed Myrnin standing nearby. He saw that, didn't he? "U-Um, hey." She greeted in embarrassment as she got to her feet. Myrnin | Ice Sculpture Room | Numquam Myrnin spun, the speed of his actions making him seem like he was surprised, when in actuality he just seemed excited. "Ears!" he said, as if this was her nickname and that he had actually not come up with one (or just didn't remember it). After all, nicknames changed daily often times. "What are you up to?" he asked curious. He was completely oblivious as, behind him, one of the statues of a lion turned its head to look at them, snow eyes looking at Eises with an intensity that shouldn't have been possible for frozen water. "Long time, no seeeeeee," Myrnin continued brightly. It had been almost a year, perhaps? Maybe more? Time was hard to judge, particularly when compared to House time. One of the birds lowly lifted it's wings by one of the pine trees behind Eises and Myrnin's eyes widened, still unaware of the lion. "Oh!" he said. "That's cool. Snow bird!" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 2:23:45 GMT -5
| Hector | Random Hill Near Lodge, Sledding | {{roleplayed by clover}} |
As Maladict disappeared under the snow Hector had the sinking feeling that the House had shown its true colors and created something deeply dangerous. "Maladict?" He asked, peering down, though of course he could discern nothing in the powdery snow. When Maladict tipped him over he flailed, grabbing on tightly and kicking out at the vampire out of instinct. It wasn't until Maladict stood up and demonstrated the deepness- or lack thereof- of the snow that he let go.
"Well, I figured you wouldn't be able to figure it out on your own." Hector ribbed back, shifting his stance until he was standing in the waist deep snow as well. It was definitely getting very, very cold. Would he admit that though? Absolutely not.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 2:34:48 GMT -5
Maladict | And Over Another Hill by the Lodge | {{And Here Lies Mint}} "Sure you were," said Maladict, sounding amused but also friendlier than the playful war of snowball fighting might have let on. The vampire leaned forward, holding out a hand to offer to the other soldier. "You and I seem to need to climb a hill. At least we both know how to get down the other side, yes?" The slope at least didn't look like too steep a climb, though it was still covered in snow. Slogging out of the ditch they had both landed in was another matter. It was based completely on Maladict shuffling his legs, his pants getting a white stripe up to the knee before he managed to pull himself out onto a bit more solid ground. "You might find a walk to be a bit less cold, eh?" said the vampire. He didn't let on he was tired, but he was. He thought Hector was probably more so, but like Hector wasn't going to say that. |
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Post by strider on Jan 13, 2020 3:00:14 GMT -5
Noah | Masquerade Room | ®Hawkpath® Noah didn’t know how to convince Ronan. At some point Ronan would blink back and he’d notice he was still standing up, notice that he hadn’t collapsed, but… even then, would that be enough to convince him? Ronan was stubborn, so part of Noah doubted it. The thing was, he didn’t want to waste his first time meeting his best friend by arguing with him about what was and what wasn’t a dream. “What if we are, though?” Noah asked, almost monotone. It was clear from the grin peeking out from under his mask that he was joking, “In a galaxy far, far away?” He let his gaze drift around the room, trying to imagine what the House would be like if it were everyone’s idea of sci fi or fantasy. “What does that make you, if we are?” he questioned, voice conspiratorially quiet. “I like your mask, by the way,” he added, shifting the topic. “Seems inconvenient, but it suits you.” He didn’t actually know what his looked like, he just knew it gave away his subconscious habit of rubbing at his cheek because every so often he would reach up to do so and all he would feel was the cold, soft material covered in what felt like glitter but wasn’t dropping everywhere, so he wasn’t sure that was actually what it was. Maybe it just had a weird texture. He grinned, something which he didn’t do with the same wild impulsiveness when he wasn’t here. Here he felt like… well, Noah as he should be. Noah intensified, not Noah reduced. He wondered which was more reflected in his mask – the person he still tried so desperately to be, or the one who was withering away. “I’ve never seen you try at a lot of things,” Noah replied, his voice so earnest he must have been teasing. “You could do it, if you really wanted to,” he shrugged. “I think you could do anything if you really wanted to.” Those words weren’t a joke. They were genuine and true and Noah wondered if he’d ever said them to Ronan before. He couldn’t recall if he had. He also had a feeling Ronan was just as likely to punch him for them as thank him – which meant not at all likely to do either, cause as far as he could recall Ronan had never actually punched him or done anything that could cause permanent harm. “And yes, school hero. The teachers might hate your guts but if you did something… well… you enough you’d be like a legend! Y’know… one of those kids that everyone knows cause he did one awesome thing and then sort of faded into high school obscurity to do whatever adult things happen after.” Not that Noah would ever get to experience those adult things, but he assumed they happened. Ronan snorted. “A sith, duh.” He replied, grinning right back. He didn’t want to argue with the dreamt version of his friend, so he left the topic of whether or not he was awake alone. Besides, of course a copy would tell him that. It probably thought it was the real Noah. He couldn’t help feeling like there was something about this copy though, something...more. It was an unsettling feeling to have, when you were talking to someone you knew only existed in you head, to feel like they were more than the real thing. He decided he didn’t want to think about that either. “There are always two, you know.” He said instead, making his voice low and gravelly, his expression comically grave behind his dark mask. “A master, and an apprentice. Maybe I’ll make you my apprentice.” He shook his head. “Yeah, it’s great.” He said sarcastically. “Causes oxygen deprivation and everything. Seriously, I can barely see anything at all and the material is so weird and uncomfortable, I hate it. Why? Does yours not suck or something?” He found his eyes drawn to Noah’s cheek, right where the smudge always was. Something about the mask made that spot seem important, while at the same time making it hard for him to focus on it too hard. Weird, but nothing weirder than the usually dream-weirdness. There was a tiny skull over the spot, he realized, and grinned again. “Never mind, I like your mask after all.” He assured his friend. “Hell yeah I could. Anything.” He agreed, reaching a hand out to bump Noah’s fist with his own. “All I gotta do is try, right? The world f*cking revolves around me, dude.” It was hard to tell whether he was being serious. Then the scene changed, and there was ice under him. Ronan’s arms shot out to the sides to balance him, but there was no point; he promptly fell flat on his back, his long black cape spreading out under him like the wings of a raven. “Oww...” He was wearing ice skates now, he noticed as he slowly sat up again, rubbing the back of his neck. “A warning would have been nice!” He yelled at the ceiling, and made a rude gesture with his hand at his subconscious. “What makes you think I’d be your apprentice?” Noah teased lightly, but they both knew the answer to that. No matter what Ronan decided to do, Noah would follow unless it was just too scary. Ronan understood – and barely tolerated – Noah’s boundaries better than anyone else. But Noah would follow him almost anywhere, into almost anything. Noah didn’t want to talk about his own mask, mainly because it… well, it made him feel different. Like he didn’t have to hide so much when the smudge on his cheek wasn’t visible to the rest of the world. It made him feel braver, more confident, like he was as full of life and as reckless as any other teenager his age ought to have been. People always said that the young didn’t even stop to consider that they could die… that was a curse that was on Noah at all times. A curse that, for once, the mask helped him break. Luckily Ronan broke into those thoughts and he gave his friend a fist bump before opening his mouth to say something. He didn’t have much time to respond, though, as the room changed beneath them and he found himself on ice. “Woah,” he murmured, unhelpfully, lunging forward to hopefully help Ronan before he fell. That… didn’t really work. He ended up sprawled out on the ice himself, the chill of it cutting through his thin clothing. “The House does that,” he informed Ronan with a half-smile. “Likes to drop you random places at random times. At least ice skating is more fun than some of the other tricks it has up its sleeve.” Wobbling just a little, Noah got to his feet. Ice skating had never really been his thing, but he had a lot of respect for people who could do it well. As far as he was concerned, it could give a very similar thrill to skateboarding, it just took a very different set of talents. Talents that Noah wasn’t really sure he possessed. He tested out the blade with one tiny push forward, then another before attempting to circle back towards Ronan and, cutting the turn just a little bit too tight, tipping forward and gliding past Ronan in a very undignified manner. It was a good thing Noah had never really cared much for dignity. “Watch your turns!” he called back to Ronan as he continued sliding forward, scrabbling awkwardly at the ice to stop himself. He was laughing, though, and his normally deathly pale face was at least a little bit flushed. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 3:17:38 GMT -5
| Hector | Random Hill Near Lodge, Sledding | {{roleplayed by clover}} |
Hector took the proffered hand and clambered out of the snowdrift. He looked up the hill, seeing the lodge- and most importantly, the smoke curling out of the chimney- up above them. Only a couple hills separated the two from it. And they could, as Maladict had pointed out, sled there on the downhills. "Sounds like a plan." He agreed.
"Yes, though a roaring fire will be the best of all." Hector answered. He snatched his neon green sled back and started walking up the hill, the snow crunching under his footsteps.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 13, 2020 13:49:14 GMT -5
Matt | Spaceship room | mintedstar/fur »ƑαƖcση |"Didn't lie," said Matt simply, tone smooth. "You heard what my copilot said. Ship was abandoned. It's been 'ours' for a while now, cause nobody else came to claim it. And it does need repairs," he added, as a piece of the ship fell from the ceiling and exploded in a pile of sparks behind him, creating the perfect emphasis for his statement. "Obviously. But we're not attached to her or anything, so if you want her back, she's all yours. No hard feelings." Okay, so maybe he was terrible at flying spaceships. But he wasn't half bad at smooth talking, and he was great at making friends. This would be a cinch.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 13, 2020 13:54:52 GMT -5
Hange | Catan room | mintedstar/fur |"It seems once isn't enough," remarked Hange, eyes trained on the door as they listened to the movements of the robber behind it. "They seem determined to drive us off our land wherever we go." With that said, they stepped up to the door, straightening up and taking a short breath so they would be heard from inside the house. "Oh, my," they said boldly, a small smile twisting itself, onto their face as they spoke, "I see, I see! You're robbers, so you're programmed to try and take whatever you like from anyone you come across. Is that it? That's fascinating. You are all reacting exactly the way one would expect from a House-generated person." They paused, tilting their head. "What's your name, by the way? Mine's Hange, and this is my friend, Myrnin. We live here now, if you hadn't noticed." Oh yes, they knew it was very unwise to bait the gang of robbers. But the opportunity to learn more about the House's supply of fake people was too tempting to resist.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 14:24:33 GMT -5
Maladict | Lodge Hill | {{Mint is running out of original things to say}} The trek up the hill was slow going and slippery. Maladict had to dig his feet into the snow as he went, glancing back once or twice to see that Hector was still following. There was a slightly tricky business where he nearly ended up dropping the tube sled when he slipped a bit on a patch of snow that was almost ice rather than anything else. Maladict turned his head, looking down the hill they had just climbed, thinking about chasing after a sled, and decided he did not like that prospect. They reached the top eventually though. Maladict set his sled down and placed both hands on his hips, looking Hector over, before saying, "Race?" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 14:35:14 GMT -5
| Hector | Random Hill Near Lodge, Sledding | {{roleplayed by clover}} |
Hector trudged up the hill through the snow, and though icy water still dripped down his neck he had warmed up a bit more. He followed in Maladict's footsteps; the climb was much easier without having to break trail. At the top of the hill Hector looked around at the snowy landscape. Distant pine forests, rolling snow-covered hills- it was all quite beautiful. And awe-inspiring to think that the House could just... create all this.
"Why, are you eager to lose?" Hector quipped. But from the the look on his face he was clearly agreeable to such a thing. Readying his sled, he prepared to launch himself down the hill.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 13, 2020 14:37:23 GMT -5
Volt | Spaceship Room | <Raintalon> mintedstar/furAs The Doctor and Matt spoke, Volt slowly straightened up from her defensive posture, still leaving one hand on the hilt of her sword. She didn't trust the group of armed people, and it seemed like more was at stake here than just the ownership of the spacecraft. With Matt trying to charm the guards, Volt moved sideways until she was standing just behind The Doctor's right shoulder. 'Repairs' was a bit of an understatement. There was still the matter of that gas leak somewhere in the cabin of the ship. "We should move." The Tenno's voice was pitched down into a whisper. "No one's going to own any spaceship in a few moments."
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Jan 13, 2020 14:39:30 GMT -5
Archie | (to the tune of winter wonderland) Walkin in a winter clusterf*ck~~ | mintedstar/fur ~∂єѕтιиу but also everyone in the aoeArchie wasn't sure how to feel after all of that. Disturbed, completely unimpressed, excited... Excited was definitely towards the top of his priority list, but he was battling the critic side of him what had already decided that this silly little tryhard was trying too hard. That was, until she died on the spot. Okay, that was weird. He frowned. Death did not scare him. Death would barely even tickle him. And the house... Wasn't reviving her? What was up with that? "Something is right," he echoed to Myrnin, lifting one hand to anxiously stroke the tall feathers of his face. This was something indeed, indeed... Something perhaps intricate. Or perhaps this madwoman was just trying to psyche them all out and give them the willies. It wouldn't be the first time he'd seen that happen. In fact, it would be one of the many. A bluff of this sort was common, at least for him. But she had died. It seemed odd to bluff as you were dying. But... Perhaps it was an illusion? He frowned harder. This was a bit more serious than he might be giving credit. The atmosphere was something unsettling, something desperate beyond just simply trying to fool people into a panic. As Myrnin began to interact with the others, he pushed everyone else to fade into the background, becoming a sort of noise while only just listening enough to note the conversations. It was then he decided not to bring up his ability to revive the dead(however gruesome it turned out, sometimes) and just generally heal people. Nobody here needed to know that about him yet. "I suspect theres more to this," he said quietly to whoever was still nearby, probably mostly Vincent. "It takes a lot of nerve to fling around words like that, even on your death bed. She must have an accomplice or something. Maybe she was intending to speak to someone in her own world. Myrnin here is right that it feels wrong." Something in him still screamed, weather it be in annoyance or anxiety... hard to say. But excitement was definitely dominating now. The thrilled grin was stuck on his face despite his grim tone, which he dragged out with a hum. "I wonder if anyone else is going to die."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 14:46:58 GMT -5
Maladict | Sledding - Lodge = Very Cold | {{This RP Post Belongs to Mint - Do Not Touch }} "Eager?" said Maladict, raising an eyebrow. "I'm very eager to lose. Lose you somewhere up here while I'm all the way down there." He paused, reading his own sled, hoping that it really would work like he had seen with Hector. Then he said, "Go!" The Lodge was further away then was easy to get to, but all Mal really wanted to do for the time being was to beat Hector. Racing down the mountain side on a sled was exhilarating. This time, their sleds were closer together in speed. This time, Maladict was struggling to figure out ways to go faster. There was wind whipping into his face and snow flying up and away from his sled. It was more powder than anything on this side and it was slowing the sled a little. Maladict glanced to the side, avoiding a small rock as he did, but causing the sled to loose a bit of its speed. "Giving you a fair shot," he called to Hector, grinning. Hector would probably win this hill. Maladict didn't mind. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 14:59:30 GMT -5
| Hector | Random Hill Near Lodge, Sledding | {{roleplayed by clover}} |
Hector ran forwards as Maladict started, launching himself down the hill again. The wind whipped cold against his face and he blinked his watery eyes, making sure he could see enough to avoid any obstacles. He leaned to the left, avoiding a drift of snow that would take away his momentum. The sled skipped over a patch of ice before hitting the powder again, sending another poof of snow up into the air. He looked over at Maladict; he'd pulled ahead slightly. So of course he flashed a smug grin at the other soldier.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 15:09:48 GMT -5
Maladict | Sledding by the Lodge | {{Mint}} Being Maladict, the vampire rolled his eyes, even though he knew the action wouldn't be visible to Hector. There was still a bit of hill let. That didn't mean there wasn't any more chances to beat the smug soldier. The snow on the hill was growing a bit more packed and easier to slide on as Maladict and Hector got further down the hill. This time, at the bottom, which Maladict reached last as predicted, they did not sink of to their waist in snow. Instead Maladict's tube sled slid about five feet up the incline of the next hill. Maladict hurriedly got off, then grinned at Hector. "Do I win if my sled went further?" He knew he hadn't, but he wanted to see if he could get away with the statement. It was amusing, in his personal opinion, that this had been the room they had ended up in. Hector had seemed about as ... wrapped up in his own world as Maladict had when Maladict had first blinked in. Now, despite the fact Maladict could have really gone for some coffee, he wasn't thinking about that as much. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 15:20:55 GMT -5
The Doctor knew that the ship was in danger of just completely blowing up or similar. She just wasn't sure how much they were going to be able to sweet-talk their way off of the ship in the first place. But there didn't seem to be any need for that a second later. Maybe the people of this planet had heard Volt - maybe they had just heard the gas leak as well. But they seemed to completely ignore Matt's attempt at parlay, at least for now, and instead the guard that seemed to be the leader ordered, "Arrest them. Then you, you, and you three," the guard then indicated several of the soldiers. "Search the ship for the cargo and navigators. Be quick. Teleport away if needed." Rough hands gripped The Doctor's arms. They weren't painful, but there was still a bit of a threat. They probably didn't know what to do with them or whether to believe Matt's and The Doctor's words or not. The Doctor shot a cautioning look at Volt, hoping the Tenno wasn't about to try and stab anyone. Hopefully she didn't have to warn Matt of the same. They at least seemed to be handling Matt a bit better, maybe because of his clear injury. The Doctor was pulled out of the ship, into the small crowd of guards and what might have been a couple of locals for all she knew. It was the first real look that she had gotten of where they were. A city. Well, maybe more of a large town by Earth's standards. Behind them was a large crash sight. Either they had landed in a field or it was a park. It was also very lucky (maybe House lucky) that it didn't appear they had hit any of the buildings on the way down. The building were purple stone, the skyline red. Maybe dusk, though how long dusk lasted on this planet was a whole other matter. This was still not as bad as it could be, she thought. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 15:30:02 GMT -5
"Sounds familiar," muttered Myrnin, a flicker of annoyance rumbling in his chest. He glanced sideways at Hange and pointed out, "They're also acting exactly like robbers in general." Logic was logic, but even still. Reasoning wasn't exactly in every persons vocabulary and he doubt these House people were any different. That didn't mean he wasn't curious. It just meant he didn't know how detailed the House could create a person. At what point did it stop being fake and started being real. He remembered the clones. Hange hadn't been there. They wouldn't know just how real they could be. Myrnin wasn't sure if he should consider the memories from that as bits of himself or not, all he knew was that Myrnin had been scared. And very, very real. But he shook that thought away as an arrow broke the nearest window, flew past them, and impaled itself in the wall. "I don't think they like you," Myrnin said. "Just a theory." He could now see just a bit of the distant figures in the window. There were more arrows. "I really think we should duck," he said, but didn't even wait. He just tackled Hange, pulling them to the floor, as the other arrows shot through the window. Glass tinkled to the floor, a bit falling onto the two blinkers. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 15:52:54 GMT -5
| Hector | Random Hill Near Lodge, Sledding | {{roleplayed by clover}} |
Hector's sled came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, spinning a bit as it slowed down. Hector stood up, his footsteps crunching though the snow crust, though he didn't sink in like he had at the bottom of the last hill. His shoulders were a bit more relaxed now as the both of them left the worries of their own worlds behind for a moment.
"I believe the term race implies speed." Hector countered, though his tone was light and not-at-all serious. He looked up at the final hill they had to scale before the downwards slope would bring them right to the lodge. "There's always another chance for you, though."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 16:05:47 GMT -5
Maladict | Down the Hill We Go, to the Lodge We Go | {{Minty Mint Mint}} "Technicalities," said Maladict with a sniff. But he nodded and glanced up at the next hill. It was taller than the other had been. He wasn't looking forward to climbing it. But there was the other side, and he needed a chance to beat Hector. This would be the perfect chance, in fact. He had learned a bit from the first two times of hurtling down a snowy slope and he was confident that he could win if he just got lucky with where his sled was positioned. He bounded up the hill with more energy than the last time, though the journey was more difficult and he was not looking forward to it. Part of his pants, from the knee-high snow of before, had crusted together. Now it was like walking with ice-plates strapped to his legs. But he ignored that. Other than that he was pretty much fine. It took about three minutes to reach to top, and by then Maladict almost thought that, if he was one to breath, that he would have been breathing hard. He wasn't an old soldier like Hector. He'd been a soldier for less than four days. It was stressful ... It also hadn't involved this much walking yet. "That ... was a tall hill," the vampire muttered. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 16:15:46 GMT -5
| Hector | Random Hill Near Lodge, Sledding | {{roleplayed by clover}} |
Hector retrieved his sled and trudged up the hill, finding that he was breathing a bit more heavily as he reached the top. The lodge was there in front of them, and indeed some small figures could be seen near the doorway. He ran a hand through his curls, as a few dark locks had fallen into his face. Little icicles clung to his mustache.
"It'll make for a fantastic final race." Hector agreed, plotting out the best route down the steep hill. It was mostly clear, with a few snowdrifts every now and then that would make for a fantastically tall jump if either of the two went over them. The lodge was tucked off to the side of the hill, so at least they wouldn't be sledding smack-dad towards it.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 13, 2020 16:31:50 GMT -5
Maladict | Looking down on small figures while up on a hill by the Lodge | {{Mint + Mint = Mint}} Maladict could see the small form of people down by the Lodge, but the angle and the distance meant that he wasn't able to see Zange or really anything about what was going on down there. There were a small icicle on one ear. He reached up, flicking it off with a finger. "The hill is a bit steep," he noted with a sniff. He seemed to find this a good thing. His eyes were scanning the ride, lips twitching in a plotting smile. "Do you wish to say 'go?'" His muscles tensed as he held the sled, ready to go whenever Hector gave the word. The slope looked like it would deliver them close enough to the Lodge. That was good. Maybe they had coffee. |
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