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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 21, 2020 1:51:08 GMT -5
Vincent sighed to himself as the first cloud rose from neither the right or left, as he had positioned himself for, but instead from the front. Julius proceeded towards where the next cloud would arrive before him again, leaving him to reluctantly wander after him while he was taken away. As the man reached the edge, he glanced past the end of the stationary cloud for a second time, this time in order to watch for his ride further up. Why it was necessary to go any higher, he did not know - but clearly no one in the vicinity was susceptible to his complaints, so he kept the query to himself.
Instead, he silently stepped outwards as the next cloud manifested beneath him, silent as it brought him up behind the viper. The process of stepping off continued to make his heart flutter, though he did so easily enough. The momentum of moving off a rising platform made him stagger a bit, instinctively causing one of his hands to rise - as if he might grab the viper for balance. He did not, however, as he managed to straighten himself fairly quickly. Still, his struggle earned Julius another silence gaze into the back of his head for a couple of seconds. Forcing his attention away from that, he glanced down and noticed that his pant leg was cold from all the moisture in the air. He figured his shoes ought to be as well, though thankfully there was not much of anything to slip on while they were jumping around. He looked up, perhaps ready to move on, though paused when he caught glimpse of Julius’ distracted gaze. He stared out after him, quietly taking in the colors of the sky. Then, next thing he knew, the viper had sat right where he was. Vincent, obviously, stayed standing. “Is it that,” he hesitantly started after a couple of moments, perhaps breathless from their progress thus far or perhaps reluctant to interrupt the scenery. “you don’t think you’ll fall? Or you think you could shrug off the impact?” He raised his eyebrows at the second suggestion, chuckling a bit. He seemed to be asking why Julius wasn’t afraid, though such was only eluded to. He didn’t seem to mind calling attention to the fact Julius was conquering the room with great ease than he, as it was fairly obvious at this point...
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Post by strider on Jan 21, 2020 14:39:55 GMT -5
Crutchie | | Worst Cooks in America the House | Clo and mintedstar/fur Crutchie wasn’t really sure how to respond to the fact that the newbie seemed so nice to him and was literally threatening Myrnin with a knife. He… wasn’t really sure how to respond to Myrnin in general though, so maybe that was part of it. “If nobody understands it, it might as well be magic,” Crutchie replied with a shrug. He knew there was probably some element of science behind blinking, but he didn’t understand it. And there were people that probably would have thought typewriters were magic if they had been shown them, years before Crutchie was born. It was really just a matter of perspective, and what you came to recognize as “normal.” Thing was, he didn’t know how typewriters worked, but the only reason they weren’t considered magic was because they were so widespread and everyone knew how to use them. There was the knowledge that there was something concrete that made them work. The House was just a little bit more ephemeral and ineffable than that. “Free food?” Crutchie asked, tilting his head towards it. He followed Eurydice close behind, grabbing a loaf of bread that was practically bigger than he was. If they had to make their favorite food, he would… eventually. It was just that he hadn’t had enough to pay for dinner the night before, and it was right there, and the girl had helped herself, so… why not? He took some butter and brought that and the bread back to his station. He could always go back for more… right?
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Post by Numquam on Jan 21, 2020 15:39:02 GMT -5
Julius' tail lightly waved as he continued sitting. He made small swirls as his tail moved in and out of the cloud. He still paid little attention to Vincent, although he could hear the very light foot steps from behind. He assumed the human was doing fine. The viper felt little reason to start a conversation at the moment, as the room was entertaining enough.
Of course, Julius didn't ignore him either once the latter started talking. The viper turned his shoulders slightly to face him. "I've fallen from tall buildings unscratched, falling from the sky likely won't kill me." He wasn't sure if it would hurt, it probably would since the cloud is at a much much bigger height than a building. However, it wasn't something he was wanting to try right now. This was the House, who knew if there was even a ground in this room. "Are you afraid?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 21, 2020 21:56:26 GMT -5
Sherlock | Winter Lodge ~ apologies for the lateness | mostly Razzle Dazzle and ~∂єѕтιиу but anyone close to Zange Sherlock listened, clearly intrigued, as she answered him. Deduction for deduction. Her progress on the igloo fascinated him as well, he could see that it was a physical representation of his case but it was also quite well built as far as igloos went. She had quite a lot of talents, didn’t she? Her ability to multitask suggested she did it often, which in turn suggested she had a great deal on her mind and cut through it with physical activity, the way she did it now. She was also clearly used to thinking objectively and making deductions, better by far than most people. Did she have a similar job to him, perhaps? If not, he decided he thought she should. She was clearly not boring, at any rate. “An interesting conclusion.” He answered her, tilting his head slightly. “To be sure. You say that, I assume, because it could be used to explain her death and reaction to it? Or perhaps you think that we can draw more information from this situation itself, instead of dismissing it. Either way, you seem pretty confident in that deduction, so would you mind explaining how you got there? It seems like a bit of a leap to me, honestly. Why would us knowing her be her cause of death?” He glanced over then as someone else addressed him, and his bright eyes landed on Vincent. “I’m sorry, are you a detective now?” He asked coolly, expression suddenly icy. “Move along. I’m handling this.” |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 21, 2020 23:43:13 GMT -5
Ougi - winter lodge by zange - vincent, cham, sherlock, anyone
The air bristled once more around Ougi as she sensed Chamomile's gaze. She realized immediately that the dragon would fall into the same category as Arlo; she was someone who had actually known Zange, based on her reaction. Her pause in movement broke through Sherlock's assessment of her focus, but that assessment of her had indeed been correct. She often multitasked while she thought about a case, or danced about whoever accompanied her in a way that looked like she wasn't thinking hard at all. Today, it just so happened that she was building an igloo.
Why else would she have the note on her? Ougi was about to say, mouth parting ever so slightly and edges curling. Of course it was a leap. That was the only way to master deduction.
But before she could release an utterance of those words from her mouth, Vincent had questioned them about the same thing. She kept her mouth curled, eyes two wide dots on her pale face as she stared up at the interrupter. Her gaze was locked on him, but she spoke to Sherlock. "Now now, if you're going to reject someone at least don't do it by avoiding the question. Say something to sound tough, like 'I'm not gonna tell you what that note said! It's private business!'" The imitation had a gruff voice. The student squared up her shoulders and touted about the idea with a side-to-side movement almost like a boxer. It was very uncharacteristic of her, as if she had briefly become a different person. A much more outgoing person, who was embracing that silly Sherlock impression. But then, she straightened up her legs to look down at her work. Then at the two standing near her. Her tights were caked with a layer of snow. "...You know." she finished with her voice back to normal.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 21, 2020 23:47:23 GMT -5
Julius' tail lightly waved as he continued sitting. He made small swirls as his tail moved in and out of the cloud. He still paid little attention to Vincent, although he could hear the very light foot steps from behind. He assumed the human was doing fine. The viper felt little reason to start a conversation at the moment, as the room was entertaining enough. Of course, Julius didn't ignore him either once the latter started talking. The viper turned his shoulders slightly to face him. "I've fallen from tall buildings unscratched, falling from the sky likely won't kill me." He wasn't sure if it would hurt, it probably would since the cloud is at a much much bigger height than a building. However, it wasn't something he was wanting to try right now. This was the House, who knew if there was even a ground in this room. "Are you afraid?" Vincent raised his eyebrows at Julius’ answer, staring blankly past him for a few seconds in attempt to process such a sentence. After a few moments he brought in a breath, delivering the potent act in a manner which seemed to indicate that he was going to shrug the obscurity off Julius’ life form once again. While he had been partially expecting such an answer, hearing it spoken aloud, especially with such casualty, made him feel as though he was being deceived. He might of even protested that, if it weren’t for glimpses of the viper’s character that he had gotten before. At the question he was asked in return he hesitated, then chuckled to himself. Such a instinctual response seemed to answer the query easily enough, but he found words for himself anyways. “I have been...reconstructed from a number of mis-happenings in my world,” he explained, then glanced down, “should I fall here, the amount of me left to be pieced back together may be...limited.” He then quirked an eyebrow, smiling. “-and why would I want to waste my permanent death on something like shitty footing?” He seemed to be suggesting that he thought of the inevitable death that would follow a slip to be, not something of real misfortune, but rather something of a waste. Dying now, after all he’d done, in a place like this, was simply an unappealing offer. It did help that falling from this height would make for a insufferably long time contemplate death - but generally the man seemed to be put off by the idea of falling here being a death of almost painfully little worth. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 22, 2020 0:23:47 GMT -5
Vincent | Outside Lodge | ®Hawkpath® & Razzle Dazzle In simple terms, Vincent seemed...puzzled by the response he got from Sherlock. His expression lifted slightly, a faint trace of his confusion, then melted into a look of contentment as he understood. He turned a newfound analytical eye on the man, staring at him with expressionless white eyes for several seconds. His sharp eyes made the subtle transition towards Ougi’s face as the student made a new suggestion for the detective’s behavior. He seemed interested in her for the duration of her words, then found his expression softening as she turned away. In fact, the man even smiled a bit as he watched how quickly satisfied she was to simply return to her work; seeming to be thoroughly amused by the entirety of her intervention. When she was finished, however, he looked back to Sherlock expectantly. Expectant...as thus far the detective had been performing to Ougi’s request so admirably - perhaps he’d demonstrate something similar to what she had sampled for him. Ah, how charming it would be, to see the detective exhibit such a demeanor. His smile then faded, and he glanced down at the corpse at his feet. He lifted his foot slightly, tapping the flesh of one of Zange’s crumpled arms with his toe. He seemed distracted for a moment, then looked up, eyeing Sherlock skeptically. “What have you done, exactly?” He asked, sounding particularly confused. Surely the ‘conclusions’ that had been made thus far had been...fairly obvious. Should the detective and non-detectives be drawing the same deductions at a similar rate - it seemed only fair that he would be on the same wavelength of information. All he knew, what that something Sherlock had seen on that note had upset him. The question of the matter was now; why had she written something of that manner? What was to achieve of this temper tantrum? He tilted his head slightly, opening taking the man in, though his features were lax, if not mildly amused.
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Post by Numquam on Jan 22, 2020 0:30:50 GMT -5
Once again, Julius was feeling the need to pull out a cigarette. He fought the urge, however. Smoking at such a high height didn't seem like a good idea. He really did put an effort in slowing down his addiction as well. The need to smoke again irritated him, and that didn't even go into his withdrawal symptoms he often felt. Thankfully, there were no symptoms at this moment.
Vincent's wording was peculiar, enough to make even Julius curious. His first thought traveled to imagining Vincent having prosthetic or robotic parts, however, the usage of 'pieced together' made him think otherwise. "So your world has the technology to simply piece yourself back together even after an apparent death? So long as there's enough body parts?" Julius' world could piece together body parts if there was a healer or mage powerful enough, however that usually applied to digits and limbs. He wasn't sure if the medical technology had reached that bit yet, he wasn't very well versed in medical advances. That gave him the idea of what to research once he blinked back home, at least. Neither could bring the dead back to life however, that much he knew.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 22, 2020 1:04:13 GMT -5
Vincent | Clouds n shit | NumquamVincent made note of Julius’ interest when he brought up his ability to reanimate, smirking at his question. He thought about it briefly before choosing the best way to answer. “Should a body be equipped to do so, it may...respond to a properly reattached pieces.” He spoke with a slight shrug, rather curious as to how Julius would react. Some individuals might show interest in ripping him apart after hearing that he could be puzzled back into one piece. Of course, they would be shamefully disappointed when they found he was nothing but a corpse without his home’s technology. (Short AAA)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 22, 2020 1:10:07 GMT -5
Arlo's magic appeared to operate very differently than Eises' did, closer to the give-and-take energy source properties that Ghost understood. Magic still eluded full comprehension though, and it most likely would for some time given how long he had seen it used here in the House and not come much closer to any solid conclusions. case in point: Eises' light show.
Ghost took a precautionary step backwards, the parts of him closest to the sudden flame shimmering a little as his normally invisible shields responded to the heat. "So you are currently playing host to an entity who poses such a risk to yourself and companions that you have to be knocked unconscious when it decides to act on its own." The shepherd summarized dryly. "You are not inspiring much confidence, if that was your goal."
Not having much frame of comparison for how bad things used to be, Ghost was justifiably skeptical. His broken wing hummed and clicked. Strange was something he dealt with on a daily basis. Strange existed on every planet in every reality. Strange, as unpredictable as it might seem at first, could still show calculable tendencies. What the Theian spoke of was just a little more than strange.
Before Ghost could say anything else, there was a creak from somewhere above. The cedar tree he had collided with earlier shifted, the fractured trunk starting to splinter as heavy snow and gravity began to take its toll. The shepherd jumped towards the girls, out of the downtrodden snow beneath the trees into fresh powder that was nearly up to his neck. "Move!"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 22, 2020 18:49:46 GMT -5
Sherlock started at Ougi, a look of utter bafflement on his face as she made her impression of what he apparently ought to have done. Was she imitating him? Or imitating what she expected from him. “Well, that would be stupid, wouldn’t it?” He remarked finally, still at a loss for words but deciding to speak anyway. “Seeing as I don’t have the ability to back up that sort of thing. I told him to leave. If that’s not good enough, please, do interject with your own style.” He snorted and turned away, looking directly at Vincent. “And you.” He said coldly. “She swallowed the note, in case you were thinking of trying to take it. I’m not telling you what it said.” He looked down at the body, annoyance creeping over the confusion on his face. It was true that his deductions so far had been...lacking in certain quality...but that was what the House did, he’d discovered. Turned his expectations on their heads, made it all but impossible to make a move, it would be incredibly frustrating to anyone but especially to someone like him, who was used to having the upper hand. And here he was, murder mystery staring him in the face, and what was his best remark? Let’s see if anyone knew her. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. He crouched down again, focusing everything he had on the body. If it was from the future, her future anyway, what would be the signs? She carried nothing but the note...the note. Suggesting they’d met in the future, either she’d gotten a hold of it with his permission or without it. Either way, she’d kept it, suggesting she knew what it meant. That meant she’d either taken it from him herself or he’d given it to her. Think.If Ougi was right, they were responsible for her death. No... Sherlock was responsible for her death. She’d been carrying his note, after all, clearly connecting him to the case. He was subject number one, a realization that didn’t make him sick so much as made him want to arrest himself on the spot. He couldn’t do that, she needed him to solve her murder and...what? Prevent it? “Think.” He said out loud, and looked at Ougi. “Why would the House blink someone in for the first time when they’re dying? What purpose would that have?” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 22, 2020 23:10:31 GMT -5
Vincent | Temple?? Room | <Raintalon> In hint to his frustration, a smirk tugged at Vincent’s lip for an instant, a periodic tell at how peeved he was. By refusing to explain her abilities, the ghoul was making it irritating to have to rely on them. He didn’t like wagering his success on uncertain factors, particularly when the only thing preventing him from clarity was someone else’s ignorance. He supposed if Touka wanted to make his life more difficult, he would just have to keep it in mind while playing the game they were already coiled in. In fact, he was better off allowing the ghoul to think she had the upper hand. Calming himself with this, he took in a quiet breath through his nose - then let it out with a sharp sigh to remind his company of his ‘discontentment’. He stayed a few paces behind her, seeming to expect that she’d remain in the lead. After all, these traps were designed to snag humans, according to her, so she’d be fine. In truth, staying behind gave him an opportunity to study her stride, as well as consider his plan to be the one leaving the room alive - in the instance the house wasn’t bluffing. Touka didn't know all of Vincent's tells yet - she was leaning them bit by bit as they talked, but it took a lot of time to put together a map of a person that was complete enough to really be any help in reading them. Luckily, though, in this case, she didn't need an understanding of the other man's expressions and habits - he was making it clear enough that he was irritated with her. Good. If he was irritated, that meant he probably hadn't managed to somehow get two steps ahead of her. And she intended to keep it that way, especially given...what she knew this room was. Two enter, one leaves. What a mess. "Hold up," she said suddenly, stopping short at the entrance to what seemed to be a ballroom of sorts. She'd been about to step in, but now there was an odd sort of grinding noise that seemed to be coming from under the floor, growing louder and louder until the tiles in the room rapidly began to shift downward, twisting and warping as they were replaced by an entire new floor - this one covered all over in a complicated pattern of squares and numbers that, if you had the backstory, was easily recognizable as... "Hopscotch," said Touka quietly, raising her eyebrows. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 23, 2020 1:21:45 GMT -5
Ougi - lodge outside - vincent, sherlock, around zange
Ougi looked at Sherlock just as expectantly as Vincent did. She acted, if only briefly, as though she had given him meaningful advice. She didn’t stand to lose anything from the two bickering; the student had been trying to get Sherlock to leave her alone anyway, but if that wasn’t going to work, what was wrong with even more people?
She stuck her nose up at Sherlock’s comment about Zange blinking in for the first time upon death. Perhaps she thought that for once, someone else was being too hasty with their reasoning. She knew it was useless to explain that it indeed was not Zange’s first time. It was even possible that it was not this particular Zange’s first time.
“The simplest answer would be that this version of her will return.” Without feeling the need to say it specifically, she was suggesting that this Zange was on a timeline of a different direction. Time would literally be progressing in reverse. But the most straightforward answer was not always the correct one.
The oddity crouched back down and started shuffling around snow to build more bricks. The igloo was shaped into a semi-circle now. She was working on the second layer, and even the third.
She brought her head up to squint in the snow, craning her neck out of her huddled shoulders and turning to the mass of clouds. She decided to voice what they all seemed to be avoiding.
“Who do you think killed her?”
Ougi hadn’t read Sherlock’s mind. She had only guessed that the others took away the same feeling as her from the situation. That they alone were more responsible than the rest. But while she had that thought, and while Vincent shifted the body, her mind was drawn to the physical. Some action had to take place, for this to happen. Moreover, the subjective and emotional explanations might only lead back to why the Paradox House kept her here, instead of standing as substantial evidence.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jan 23, 2020 13:15:30 GMT -5
(No worries. I've been really slow lately anyway.) Forgotten Shrine | zeph!The pair of angels continued their struggle, both completely oblivious to Fake Spinel's intentions. The false one definitely had the upper hand. His blade steadily descended closer and closer to it's target, despite the real one's attempts at holding it back. Not one, but two, sets of red irises widened in surprise as a pair of giant hands came from behind to grab the fake. "What is this non-!" Caught completely off guard by the fact one of those pink things actually had the gall to interrupt him, he didn't get a chance to properly retaliate, let alone even finish his exclamation as he was torn away from his foe and thrown aside, just like the 'vessel' he'd tossed away before. Unlike the flight his real self took however, his trip was cut short by a nearby wall before he could right himself mid-air. The angry bundle of colorful wings slammed into it with a satisfying crash, his collision stirring up a cloud of dust that obscured him from sight. Judging by how he didn't come right back out, it seemed the others now had a few moments downtime to spare. No longer burdened by the pressure forced onto his chest, nor the blade pressing into his neck, Sandalphon took in a few strained deep breaths. The ache in his torso made the simple action arduous, and he was unable to avoid wincing, but the reliving feeling of fresh air finally reaching his lungs was well worth it. He propped himself up again with a grunt, reaching a hand up to hold against the small gash marring the skin of his throat. "Heh. Doesn't quite match getting hit with a airship, but that's certainly one way to create an opportunity." The Primarch commented, managing to let out a brief chuckle despite... Well, everything. And yes, he was dead serious. That exact thing had happened to him at one point. During the same part of his past this copy came from in fact. And that copy had made a mistake by taking his half of his true self's wings, because doing so had, by some stroke of luck, broken the seal on the rest of them. The archangel clenched his jaw and rose to his feet, balance more steady this time. He was regaining some of his energy back, now that his access to the wings of the Supreme Primarch was no longer hindered. "Ah. Seeing as that was some sort of... duplicate me, you must be that of Spinel?" For the first time, Sandalphon had the opportunity to acknowledge the other gem in the room, glancing over to her with a brow raised in curiosity, as well as giving her a half nod of gratitude for her assistance. Unlike him and his copy, who bore no major physical differences besides attire, Spinel's was almost a different person altogether. Her appearance was more menacing, and she carried an air of malevolent playfulness. Despite that, she had chose helped him out. Although going off her demeanor at face value, the reasoning behind that could have been anything from genuine desire to assist, to simple mere boredom. At the moment, he regarded her with no negative feelings, besides a light sense of caution. Of course, he'd completely missed her taking a swing at her real version, which definitely would've altered those feelings a bit. Speaking of her real version... The Primarch's thoughts quickly returned to his fellow blinker, concern budding in his core and making its way onto his face. With a hint of hesitation behind the action, he made his way towards her, stepping around Fake Spinel to reach the real one's side. Funny enough, now it was his turn to say what she'd asked him numerous times now. "Are you alright?" She didn't look hurt thankfully, and he let out a silent sigh of relief. Should something have happened to her while he was incapacitated thanks to his own folly, there'd be no forgiving himself. The same thing couldn't be said for her on an emotional level though, the fear she was feeling almost palpable. It caused the worry Sandalphon was displaying to morph into an expression of guilt, and he turned his head away in awkward shame. "I... Er..." He started, trying to find the right words for the situation. After hesitating again, he figured that trying to apologize was a reasonable choice. "There... is nothing I can say to excuse myself. It was thanks only to my own foolishness that you had to face this room alone." He confessed, the hand he was still holding against his neck lowering while he spoke, revealing the cut it hid was already halfway healed. "And for that... I'm sorry." |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 23, 2020 15:04:53 GMT -5
Vincent | Outside Lodge | ®Hawkpath® and Razzle Dazzle Vincent’s gaze traveled innocently between Sherlock and Ougi as the two conversed, fixing on Sherlock momentarily as the man addressed him. His expression was generally hard to read, though a small tug of amusement was still evident on the corners of his lips. He didn’t say anything to the man, content to stay out of direct involvement, but surely not going anywhere. He had, indeed, witnessed Ougi swallow the evidence - though this detail did not leave him particularly keen on cutting her open to retrieve it. Due to this, with the addition of Sherlock’s stubborn pride, he was left to only speculate what was on the note. He did not move as Sherlock came to analyze the body, standing over him instead and staring down at him. At his question for the student the man looked up, now watching Ougi’s back. At her statement he glanced past her, towards the snowy horizon, so he could think. Only she and the petty detective had seen the note before she crammed it into her mouth. But why swallow something that someone else claimed tied themselves to the case? Both claimed they didn’t know the corpse, but destruction of evidence made just about anyone a suspect in any crime scene. With that on his mind, the next question sparked his curiosity. He turned a skeptical gaze downward, seeming to realize that their relation and behavior in the mystery thus far made the two individuals in front of him...suspects. It seemed lazy to put them in such a category, as both were rather convenient to name at the moment, but if her death was as involved with the House as it seemed, then it was likely those who were related to her death would be present. He turned to look towards the entrance of the lodge, thinking back to everyone who had so quickly abandoned the dead body that had literally landed on their front porch. It made little sense to him that people were so willing to ignore something that related to them so directly. She had been warning everyone of something...but what? He looked back to Sherlock, curious to hear his answer.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 23, 2020 15:23:20 GMT -5
</div> Vincent | Temple Room | <Raintalon>Vincent could only hope that the ghoul would remain unsuspecting of him, though it would be troubling to construct an innocent persona when he was so keenly aware that she was likely plotting against him as well. Her ability to overpower him in combat was something he had avoided easily enough by laying the seeds of his deception so quickly, but he would need to remember that she was likely searching for something different that what she had told him as well. At her sudden warning he paused, slowly joining her at her side while staring at the room before them. It was suspicious in the sense that it was the first opening from the hallway that they had encountered, though he couldn’t see, nor hear, the oncoming threat. He expectantly glanced at Touka sideways, unimpressed with their seemingly useless halt. Just as he was about to comment, he turned back towards the ballroom with a jolt as the floor became mobile. In just a few moments the ground had been completely replaced with... He looked at the ghoul in surprise as she named the childhood game, then back to the ballroom. “[oops] me,” he sighed with the creeping appearance of a grin. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 23, 2020 16:27:13 GMT -5
Touka | Temple room | ~∂ЄЅТΙИУ |"I think I'd rather let the traps get me," said Touka dryly, one eyebrow raised as she looked past him at the freshly rearranged floor. "Okay...how to do this..." She couldn't remember the last time she'd played hopscotch. It would have to have been with Ayato, way back before she was in school, wouldn't it? And this was a lot more complicated than that. This was going to be an ordeal. "Alright. How much do you know about this game?" she asked, rounding on her companion and pushing down her pride in favor of staying alive on her way across this thing. "Do you know the rules for something this complicated?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2020 21:21:58 GMT -5
Myrnin | Worst Cooks in America the House | Clo and strider There wasn't much point in disagreeing with Crutchie. Magic might be an explanation as far as Myrnin was considering the matter. But he was going to work toward finding some sort of scientific answer regardless of the excuse used. "I doubt it means free food," Myrnin pointed out, actually pointing at Crutchie and the newbie with the finger that had been bleeding a second later. "Ah .... well, I suppose you can eat some." He tried not to look a bit awkward as he looked around. He wasn't really sure what to do with himself. Humans eating were so ... messy. Had he ever actually done that? It seemed so long ago. "Er, I'm just going to ... walk over here," the vampire said, pointing back to where it looked like some machines were. He was hoping there might be something that caught his eye. He was pretty sure one of those was an egg beater. He didn't think he'd be using that. "What's your name, hungry lady?" he asked the newbie as he walked away. He could smell her and Crutchie, so he was fairly sure that they weren't going to move without him knowing. He didn't look back, least their turned backs tempt him to snack. |
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Post by Numquam on Jan 23, 2020 21:24:41 GMT -5
Vincent | Clouds n shit | Numquam Vincent made note of Julius’ interest when he brought up his ability to reanimate, smirking at his question. He thought about it briefly before choosing the best way to answer. “Should a body be equipped to do so, it may...respond to a properly reattached pieces.” He spoke with a slight shrug, rather curious as to how Julius would react. Some individuals might show interest in ripping him apart after hearing that he could be puzzled back into one piece. Of course, they would be shamefully disappointed when they found he was nothing but a corpse without his home’s technology. (Short AAA) "Strange." Julius simply said in response. He wondered what the science behind it was, but he figured the science in the human's world was different than in Theia's, given that those kinds of feats were even possible. Julius probably wouldn't understand the exact physiology behind it, and that was implying that Vincent knew himself. "My world can piece together certain body parts, but we can't bring back the dead." His tail continued to smack down against the ground, almost as if it was wagging. It seemed like he was starting to pick up some of the pup's habits. The cool temperatures were quite perfect for Julius, and the view continued to put him in quite a good mood. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 23, 2020 23:21:36 GMT -5
</div> Vincent | Temple Room | <Raintalon>Vincent raised his eyebrows at her sarcasm, tilting his head as he looked over the mapped path through the room. He wondered what would happen if they just walked across, though he doubted his company would be willing to try any more than he was. Still, he had the creeping suspicion that they would be wasting their time if they started hopping around. At her question he seemed...genuinely baffled. Hopscotch was never a game he actually played, it had always just been something he knew existed. Even as a kid he’d had better things to do, and better things to play - he had no idea there were rules. “Are there...rules?” He asked, staring outward with a doubtful expression. He then glanced at her sideways again, smirking although he still seemed skeptical of the existence of these ‘rules’. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 24, 2020 11:41:40 GMT -5
Sherlock | Winter Lodge | everyone “Yes.” Sherlock agreed, focusing on the body now. Vincent was no longer on his mind at all, nothing but the case was, which was...a welcome change, he he were being honest. If he was right and this was her first blink, it only made sense that she would blink in again. It didn’t make sense if this was it, and though the House didn’t often “make sense” , it did seem to follow certain rules. It didn’t like to leave things hanging. It didn’t like not having an answer. So there was an answer here. There was a solution, if only he could find it. Looking at the body, there wasn’t an obvious cause of death, which was explained easily enough either by magic or natural causes. “The question is, is this a murder at all?” He murmured, more to himself than her. “I suppose we don’t know that for sure. She could have died of anything. Did someone kill her?” That seemed like a stupid question, but he didn’t want to miss anything, and the only way to do that was to start at the bottom and work your way up, slowly. Fact: she was dead. Perhaps not permanently, but currently dead. Fact: This was the House. The House did not like to leave questions with no answers. This was a question. The answer was possible to obtain. Sherlock closed his eyes, thinking hard. Assuming, for the moment, that this was a murder, they were all suspects. Ougi was right about one thing: it was probably, in some way, their fault she was dead. What that meant was nebulous, but if he held that as the current assumption to work off of, the actual cause of death might not matter that much. If she’d died of something natural, but something they’d unwittingly caused, for example. “I don’t know”” he admitted to Ougi, his voice low. He didn’t want to say it, but it was true. Once again, he was in the dark for the time being. “But if she’s from the future, perhaps we can stop it before it happens.” He glanced up sharply. Something in the air had shifted. Clouds were gathering with unnatural speed, and he opened his mouth as a sharp gust of wind nearly knocked him over, blowing sharp ice crystals into his face, “There’s a storm coming.” He said it quietly at first, then louder. “Blizzard. The House is trying to force us inside, away from the evidence...no!” He needed to stay. He needed to figure this out, how was he supposed to do that if the crime scene was yanked out from under him?! |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 24, 2020 12:26:46 GMT -5
Ougi - outside lodge - sherlock, vincent, everyone
Ougi's mouth turned into a thin line during Vincent's stretch of thoughts. They both seemed to be looking out into the distance, sure, but it was a shared moment with Ougi around. The shift of her mouth seemed to be her way of contemplating eating the evidence. Either it was a calculated decision, or she had only done it to make Sherlock angry. It was likely no one would ever know.
Even though she suspected herself as the killer, she did not suspect her current self. It would have to be a future self she was estranged from. For that reason, she seemed to be taking this hunt in stride. There was no way it could have been the current her. But...
"Oah?!" Sherlock's 'I don't know' distracted her and brought a smile to the student's face. "That's surprising, coming from you," she told him. She stood up again and brushed the snow from her tights and skirt, only to be pelted with more icy precipitation. Even Ougi, typically unbothered by everything, lowered her head and squinted one eye from the sharp wind. Her short black hair billowed to one side and her feet started to stutter toward the door of the lodge, to get out of the impending blizzard. Before passing Zange, she reached a hand out to the body, all the way out of her sleeve to reveal her black glove underneath.
She could give herself a moment more with the body.
The plan was not to search it. In fact, it would prove difficult to perform a search and sustain the situation at the same time. Primarily, she wanted to see if her shadows would do anything at all to change the dead blinker's state. She wanted to know if Zange was like her. Ougi's hand landed on Zange's arm. In that moment, if anyone else touched either of them, that person would be brought in as well. They would all disappear together.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jan 24, 2020 15:40:51 GMT -5
Will | Art Room | <Raintalon> “Right,” Will murmured after a moment. He had sort of hoped it was, but it was also comforting to know that just because he wanted Mei’s world to be better didn’t mean that it was. But it also meant that in a world where people did just each other for no reason, there were still people who didn’t do that and who agreed it was rather ridiculous. “I don’t know,” he said after a moment. He could tell that her art was much better than his was shaping up to be, but he didn’t let that bother him. “I think it would have made me happy. I don’t know… I thought maybe if there was another world that didn’t judge people, then there might be a chance that there are places in my world where that’s the case too. And just because it’s not different in your world doesn’t mean it’s not possible.” He wasn’t sure if that made sense, but he didn’t go back to rephrase. He was more focused on his art now. Mei’s was so good that it inspired him to go into more detail on his than he’d ever really gone into before. His was certainly far from perfect, but it was maybe the best thing he’d drawn… certainly the most realistic. Which wasn’t a high bar, since realism wasn’t usually his style, but he found he liked it.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 26, 2020 0:45:55 GMT -5
Ononoki - spaceship room - the doctor, matt, volt, joey?
Ononoki blinked into a triangle that was made up of three other people. It was The Doctor and Volt, both whom she recognized, and Matt as the third. Either he seemed familiar, or all people seemed alike to her, and she couldn’t quite determine which. Her yellow galoshes settled onto the ground, as if she were an ethereal form that solidified through blinking. And when the dust around her feet did settle, she was revealed to be quite short of course. Short, and flamboyantly dressed.
“Oh. Hello. It’s nice to see you again.” The words were completely monotone but somehow seemed stilted in addition. Any expression that shone through her emotionless facade was merely an extra awkwardness.
At this point she noticed who she presumed to be Paradox House-generated beings. What were they doing? And why were they advancing toward the blinkers?
“What’s going on, Time-lady?” the doll asked with a raise of her chin toward The Doctor. The question was secretly directed at the whole group. Ononoki craned her neck without blinking to the direction ahead and started walking when she saw the white panels. She crouched there, frilly dress going up in all sorts of directions but still seeming to lay perfectly. For a long moment, she stared with her hanging pigtails and wide turquoise eyes, seeming as if she would say something monumental. Maybe something about recognizing these kinds of panels, or something containing useful information for either the blinkers or the beings advancing toward them interrogating for answers. Instead, she took a crayon out of her pocket and started drawing large, curved lines on the surface. The doll had been in only a couple of rooms. Even so, she understood well what they entailed and that escaping the room was typically highest priority for the blinkers inside. It didn’t appear at all, at least at first glance, that this doodling would have to do with the task at hand.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 26, 2020 1:20:11 GMT -5
"I wouldn't say that," said Myrnin hesitantly, slowly sitting up but didn't relax. "I've gotten memories from House people before. Kind of." He slowly shifted so he was on his knees and glanced at Hange. "But yeah ... we can try and capture one." He eyes narrowed slowly. It looked very much like a hunter's gaze and he smiled a bit while he did. "Give it a go and see what turns out. I think we should let them in and see what happens." He hurriedly stood up, making a bolt for the door, and running into it on his way across the room. He used it to stop his momentum forward, glancing back to see if there were responding arrows. There were. They thunked into the wood behind him. Myrnin grinned at Hange and mouthed, " Hide." It made it the most fun, in his humble opinion. It was also something he hadn't shown before. A hunter's side of himself that was kept away when there were humans around. He seemed to forget what Hange had been not too long ago. What they still might consider themself to be. Myrnin opened the door, pressing himself behind it, as if that was an effective way to hide. |
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You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Jan 26, 2020 12:04:20 GMT -5
Rex | Lodge, barely avoiding the body | Touka, MyrninA laugh escaped Rex at Touka's comment. He had to agree with Myrnin. He didn't think the House was tired of him just yet. Besides, it hadn't been long for him. Only a few days, so maybe time had just passed differently for them. "No, if I stop blinking in it's because I finally got shot," he chuckled. Or blown up or cut in half. Really there were quite a few ways for him to go. Maybe Skywalker would miss catching him after throwing him off another wall, he thought with a wry smile. Sam | Lodge | Daud The small boy did take a step to the side, looking embarrassed still, but also rubbing at the side of his head as he looked up at Daud with a bit of defiance. "Why so snappy?" he asked the assassin. Not impolitely, but as an inquiry of someone who was apparently not going to move at once. It was interesting. It was almost like looking at Daud should have been intimidating, but wasn't. "Who are you?" Sam asked instead, glancing back at Zange. Daud hadn't really blinked in for the proclamations of the dead blinker (Sam almost shuddered as he looked back), but Sam wasn't inclined to think that meant much. This all felt like a setup. He hadn't been sure about the House before, but now he was distinctly reminded of the clones and feeling like he was a pawn. Daud rolled his eyes. Did he want to waste breath explaining to this child that running into others for no reason was rude? No. "Daud," he said, then without asking for the boy's name, he stepped past, curious about the rest of the place. The feel of the place was drastically different from Dunwall. Between the clean snow and trees, the endless splay of nature, he imagined it was more similar to Tyvia. And Tyvia was cold. The wind seemed to seep through his clothing, finding all the little gaps between fabrics. Not in any mood to freeze to death, Daud made his way toward the lodge. He stepped past Myrnin, giving him as wide a berth as possible in case he tried any more of whatever it was he had been doing in the M&M room. His gaze landed on Touka for a moment, cold and calculating. He didn't know where they stood after the M&M room. Personally he could respect her as a force to be reckoned with, even if he didn't respect her self pitying/sacrificial nature. He could tell she had no love for Vincent, which might alleviate some negative reaction if it came out that he was the true murderer. Even so, he wasn't keen to find out. Completely ignoring the unfamiliar man she and Myrnin were talking to, Daud walked down the entrance hall, wondering if it was possible to loot things from this place.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 26, 2020 13:19:17 GMT -5
“Shut up,” The way Sherlock said it was almost childishly sulky, but there was an undertone of seriousness too. A lot was riding on his figuring this out, and it wasn’t as though he was unused to pressure - his whole life was lived in a pressure cooker - but the problem was he was already under more than enough pressure and adding more was just overkill at this point. He got the point. The great Sherlock Holmes had failed. He didn’t really need the House to keep rubbing it in his face and telling all his acquaintances. The wind blew his hair in his face and he shook it back, irritated. If he thought it was likely they were to blame, he thought it because he thought he knew the House by now. If they were suspects, they were guilty. The House’s rules were this: “My puzzles aren’t impossible to solve, just too difficult for you personally. Because you’re stupid.” Sometimes he liked the House. He admitted that he often looked forward to his blinks, as breaks from his own universe and puzzles with answers he could count on. But right now... Right now it was obvious he was being toyed with, and he didn’t like it at all. He watched as Ougi headed for the lodge, and let out a short sigh. They were clearly being chased away from the crime scene, meaning they’d had all the time the House thought they needed to solve the case. It was infuriating, but he also thought it was probably true, and standing around in the cold wasn’t going to do them any more good than it already had, Then something he hadn’t expected happened. Ougi touched Zange’s arm, and the detective got the sudden gut feeling that she was doing more then taking one last look at the crime scene, like he was. He strode forward, hesitated...and touched Ougi’s arm lightly with his gloved fingers. He had no idea what he expected to happen. He would be greatly disappointed if it was nothing. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 26, 2020 19:10:48 GMT -5
Matt | Spaceship room | mintedstar/fur »ƑαƖcση |Matt caught the Doctor's glance, and shrugged. "I dunno. They don't seem unfriendly - I mean, they're suspicious, sure, but I bet we can bring them around. Assuming they don't decide to hold a grudge for the whole...y'know, crashing their ship thing. At least it's still in one piece though, right?" Behind him, in a comical display of timing, the ship slowly imploded on itself, crashing to the ground with an impressive display of metal screeching, flames and sparks. Matt didn't turn around, but he grimaced as the sounds built behind him, clearly understanding perfectly well what had just happened. "Uh. Jinx. My bad," he said, scratching his head, and then turned, realizing they were being addressed again. "Nothing to explain, really," he told them, shoving his hands in his pockets as he spoke in an automatic nervous gesture. Despite his easygoing attitude, he was a bit concerned about winning these people over, and what the consequences might be if they didn't. Tread lightly, Matt... "Nothing to explain," he repeated. "I'm human, and these two are....something else, and we found this ship empty. Took it for a little test drive, and the autopilot took us here, just like Doc said. The landing was an accident - see, we didn't know exactly how to use it, and then it started running out of fuel, and we had to take it into the atmosphere, and it was all downhill from there - ha! Literally downhill! Ahem - anyway - my point is, we didn't mean you guys any harm, and we definitely didn't mean to steal your ship."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 27, 2020 15:28:34 GMT -5
Touka | Lodge room | Iceclaw and mintedstar/fur |Touka paused, feeling like something was stuck in her throat as Myrnin asked how she was doing. How was she supposed to answer that? If she told him a lie, would she be doing it for his sake, to protect his feelings, or for her own sake, because she wanted her last blink to be happy? And if it was the latter...was that selfish? Was it okay? How would she feel if Myrnin never blinked in again? Would she assume he died, or just assume he was living happily away from the house? Or maybe she'd just hope that he was still alive. She took a breath. She didn't know what to say at all - nobody tells you how to act the day you die. But she couldn't just say nothing, could she? She'd already hesitated for several seconds longer than she could hope to pass off as normal. "I'm fine," she said, shrugging in a way she hoped was convincing rather than stiff and awkward. "New day, same old chaos." She turned to Rex, and let out a short laugh at his very characteristically morbid humor. She was surprised, however, when the second note of laughter came out as a strangled sort of sob, and before she could do anything about it or even process that she was feeling anything at all, she felt tears on her face. Mortified, she reached up to brush them away, but ended up pinching the bridge of her nose instead as a fresh wave of emotion welled up in her chest. Damn it....
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jan 28, 2020 16:50:39 GMT -5
Vincent | Clouds n shit | Numquam Vincent made note of Julius’ interest when he brought up his ability to reanimate, smirking at his question. He thought about it briefly before choosing the best way to answer. “Should a body be equipped to do so, it may...respond to a properly reattached pieces.” He spoke with a slight shrug, rather curious as to how Julius would react. Some individuals might show interest in ripping him apart after hearing that he could be puzzled back into one piece. Of course, they would be shamefully disappointed when they found he was nothing but a corpse without his home’s technology. (Short AAA) "Strange." Julius simply said in response. He wondered what the science behind it was, but he figured the science in the human's world was different than in Theia's, given that those kinds of feats were even possible. Julius probably wouldn't understand the exact physiology behind it, and that was implying that Vincent knew himself. "My world can piece together certain body parts, but we can't bring back the dead." His tail continued to smack down against the ground, almost as if it was wagging. It seemed like he was starting to pick up some of the pup's habits. The cool temperatures were quite perfect for Julius, and the view continued to put him in quite a good mood. Vincent nodded, seeming to understand. The technology that allowed him to reanimate was still a relatively new science, particularly in it’s success - though the concept of puzzling people back together had been used for quite a while. The medical field moved rapidly in it’s advancements in his word, especially in recent years where experimentation knew little bounds. The blond glanced down as Julius moved his tail, then looked out to the sky again. “What does your world consist of, statistically? Which of us would be the oddity in the eyes of the general population?” |
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