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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Feb 11, 2020 18:16:41 GMT -5
Rex | Lodge | Touka, kinda Myrnin
Fury swept through Rex as Myrnin turned and left, ignoring Touka's pleas. Jaw clenching so hard his teeth ached, Rex bit back a vicious snarl at the vampire. Myrnin should be better. He should stay. Yeah it was [oops]ing hard for him- it was hard for all of them- but the very least his pathetic [oops] could do was stay and let Touka be surrounded by her friends on her last blink. How could he just leave?
Maybe, in some distant part of himself, Rex understood. There was a difference between someone dying immediately in action and someone being made to have only the slightest chance of survival. For the former all one could do was grieve and move on. For the latter, it was watching their suffering. The slow, seemingly endless struggle, not knowing when or even if they were going to die. It hurt. It hurt so much Rex thought his heart was tearing in half.
But Myrnin still shouldn't have left. Seeing Touka's tears, Rex hated him for it.
Fighting back his own tears even as they seared his eyes, Rex took Touka, pulling her into a tight hug. He didn't know what else to do.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 11, 2020 20:27:50 GMT -5
</div> Touka | Temple room | ~∂ЄЅТΙИУ |Touka's mouth flattened into a thin line, and internally, she suppressed a strong desire to pick up Vincent and toss him onto the hopscotch board to see what would happen if somebody broke the rules. "Just look around for some," she said instead, shaking her head in exasperation and turning to search what they had of the room for something that could serve as dice. "Or don't. Just don't get in my way." |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 11, 2020 23:14:44 GMT -5
Kelsier | Trust Exercise Room | striderKelsier blinked in, mistcloak fluttering around him as if he were standing on a very high ledge and it was windy. He had a glass dagger on each hand, and his eyes were narrowed and focused on something he could no longer see as his surroundings changed to something...surprisingly similar to what he’d seen before. He was still very high up, for example. The wind tore at his cloak and his hair, and he turned, then opened his mouth in shock as he nearly fell from the narrow ledge he was perched on. It was then that he noticed what he was wearing. He was no longer wearing his cloak. Instead, he was dressed in a practical shirt and pants, along with a harness that was connected to a pile of ropes and various... “Climbing gear.” He muttered, understanding dawning on his face as he got it. So this was a pretty simple room. It looked like all he had to do was climb down, except, how? A quick glance around convinced him that there was nowhere to tie the ropes. Which was not a minor problem. “Okay...” he said slowly, and raised his arms in a what the hell? gesture. |
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 11, 2020 23:24:55 GMT -5
| Eurydice | Worst Cooks in America the House |
"I don't like spiders." Eurydice said frankly. She tossed her peach pit into the sink of her station, not bothering to get up and find a trashcan.
She opened a bag, not entirely sure what was in it. It looked tasty, though. And once the bag was opened, smelled pretty good too. She crunched a Cheeto and reflected upon Myrnin's question. "Most everyone I know is mortal. And those who aren't, we know who they are." The we clearly implied that she considered herself in the mortal category. "But I don't know who- or what- you are." Clearly, he wasn't part of the pantheon of gods that she knew, but there was something... not human about him. She listened to Crutchie, nodding.
"Yeah, actually, that is weird. Why do you ask?" She grabbed another handful of Cheetos.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Feb 11, 2020 23:44:58 GMT -5
Nico | Trust Exercise Room | ®Hawkpath® “-leaving a rip in the mortal world that can’t be closed.” Nico appeared, scepter in hand. It was glowing rather angrily as he stared out at something that had previously been in his world, and something about the look in his eye suggested he was afraid. As soon as he noticed the change, he let out a particularly colorful string of expletives (most of which were in Ancient Greek or Latin, although a few unfortunate ones were perfectly understandable). It was bad enough that the House had taken him out of his world right at that moment, but then he saw how high up they were, and he froze. Completely. He had barely even registered that Kelsier was there, just that he was very high up and there was no clear way down. Instinctively he glanced at the sky and sent a quick prayer to his father to protect him from Zeus. Didn’t matter if they were on a mission to save the world, Jupiter or Zeus or whoever he happened to be at that moment was still volatile and would not appreciate one of his nephews just hanging out so close to his domain. As he slowly got his wits about him, Nico reached for his jacket pockets for the familiar comfort they usually provided, only to find that his jacket was no longer on his person. He raised his hand in a rude gesture at the sky, thanking the House for the climbing gear he’d been put in. Unfortunately, it wasn’t even black. Only then, when he turned, did he notice Kelsier. “Hi,” he managed, voice wheezing out of him. This was… embarrassing, to say the least. He wondered how much of it Kelsier had seen… or heard.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 11, 2020 23:50:50 GMT -5
Vincent easily ignored the vexed expression that crossed her face, pretending not to notice how rapidly he had gotten on her nerves. To have the ghoul frustrated with him could be a convenient advantage - should she allow her attitude to disorientate her thought process and cause her to make reckless decisions. Even if she ended up working well in her current state, all her bristling and sighs would still be enough to satisfy the man.
At her suggestion he glanced around briefly, then looked back at her. “What would we use dice for?” He asked, more seriously. “Explain the rules.” He added lightly, tone not very commanding although he was certainly curious how she’d respond to such a blatant command.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Feb 12, 2020 1:07:32 GMT -5
Shade | Idk a room in the lodge | ~∂єѕтιиу By the gods, she sure did love this idiot. It showed in the bright gleam in her smile, amused but still vaguely flustered ever after receiving his assurance that her book- fit for a princess in his decor- had little to no impact on his opinion. Which, it seemed a bit silly and hard to believe from her perspective, but somehow she understood in knowing that if their positions were reversed and he had just pulled out a bright storybook with ponies all over it she wouldn't give a damn. And here she was, about to brush off such mushy, cheesy-weesy, gooby feelings, but then he leaned over her shoulder and it was so wildly calming. Seemed kind of pointless to push it aside, so instead she just relaxed further into it. And besides, how truly mushy could it be when they were gawking at the countless scores in her murder-journal? Yup. Yuuuuup. Although, watching him oggle over the words, the actual words, was perplexing and even more deeply amusing. He didn't seem to process most of them like he did the pictures, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, what must have been at least a couple decades of knowing him, it occurred to her that he might not be able to read. Her ears swooped forward and she watched his hand glide over the page, admiring his rings as he went and waiting for him to give a sign he had finished looking over everything. When it came at last, she hummed, then smirked and hummed a bit harder in her amusement at his blunt phrasing. "I do," she said, dipping the book from under his hand and beginning to flick through the pages. Hook was right to eye the bulk of it; it was about as thick as those goddammned Twilight novels, but about twice as broad in either direction. And if you really noted the make of it, you'd see that it was built in such a way you could continue to add more pages if need be, or replace old ones. But this was not her "deceased" book, this was just present contracts, ones to look over, ones she ought to be doing, etc. She was just showing off. After she was content doing so, she closed it lightly and pushed it back into the satchel, shuffling around then pulling out a similar book, roughly as thick but maybe a little more. This one wasn't quite as glittery, but it was certainly.. camouflaged. "The "payment" system is pretty inconsistent, depends on who it is, how important they are... Some are paid in favors, some in cash or a temporary home, or other weird things." Slipping a nail into the pages, she pulled the book open to show him. It took a moment of rearranging since it was quite an old book, and the binding looked thoroughly beaten and worn. The writing was a few years old at least, and the pictures were notably grimier to match. "Most people are just minor inconveniences... Or someone that just knows more than they can be trusted with, you know the type I'm sure," she said casually, rolling the shoulder opposite to him. Archy.... blinked out ages ago bc i cant keep this bastard up gdi
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 12, 2020 14:22:56 GMT -5
Kelsier | Trust Exercise Room | striderKelsier turned, just as his ears were assaulted by various words, only some of which he could actually understand, but all of which he got the jist of. He winced and put a hand to his ears, as though checking for physical damage. “I take it you’d have preferred to be left alone.” He said after a pause as Nico got his bearings. The Mistborn offered a sort of half smile, remembering their last meeting all too well now that they were in close proximity again. How it had felt to kill Nico. How it had felt to sit in a field of strange winged creatures afterwards and try to put it behind them. Just...all of it. Then he saw how Nico was looking at their surroundings, and he pulled himself back to the present. Was he...afraid of heights? That surprised Kelsier. He wouldn’t have thought of Nico as the type to be afraid of much, let alone something as mundane as heights, but it was with obvious fear that the boy was regarding his surroundings now. It made Kelsier want to get them both down as soon as possible. Not because he felt he owed Nico anything in particular, but because even though Kelsier himself enjoyed heights and up and down as often as he went any other direction, he didn’t like seeing how nervous it was making the kid. He glanced up, briefly worried there might be a storm coming that would explain Nico’s fear, then looked back at his fellow blinker and tried for a reassuring smile. “Hey there.” He said back, waving a hand in a greeting. “This is kind of a problem, isn’t it? I was just noticing the lack of things to tie these ropes to when you blinked in.” He glanced down at the ropes trailing from his harness. Of course, it was supposed to be a puzzle. “I guess we’re supposed to figure out how to get down.” Kelsier was a Mistborn. This meant that were he alone, he could simply drop a coin and jump, using the ground under the metal to slow his fall. But he knew Nico couldn’t do that, and besides, he couldn’t see the ground to be able to tell it was flat enough or solid enough to hold him, so that was out. They’d have to climb somehow. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 12, 2020 17:29:36 GMT -5
Myrnin | Lodge <Raintalon> IceclawMyrnin had to freeze. He could hear Touka even if his back was to her. He could feel Rex's anger at him and he didn't blame him. But all he could do was look down at his hands and how they were trembling and he didn't know what to think. He clutched them to his chest, holding in a scream. He almost did. Just to scream, and scream like he used to. To scream the bad things away. But this bad thing wouldn't go away. Nothing he did would shift it. He sat. He didn't care where he was or who was around him. He couldn't go back. He hadn't changed who he was and he couldn't. Not like this, not even on demand. The thought of going caused his head to hurt and his chest to ache. But he did reach out in a different way. The only other way he could without having to commit to it. Without being there. He opened his mind, waves coming off him and breaking through the room. Unfelt, apart from maybe one person. Apologies rested in them, but also love - or love as Myrnin understood it. But even then he couldn't keep the confusion of emotions he was feeling out of it. They tangled up and played under the surface: sorrow, heartbreak, and melancholy. Confusion and an overwhelming amount of fear. But every time that threatened what he was doing it would fade again. Replaced by another mental wave of apology and the friendship he had for her. Myrnin himself had his hands pressed against his ears and his shoulders hunched. He tried to block out the world behind closed eyes. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 12, 2020 23:30:57 GMT -5
 "-was not your fault," Arlo said quietly as she appeared in the living room in a chair near the wall. She was wrapping a strip of fabric around her hand but stopped when her surroundings changed and looked up, her visible eye scanning the room as usual.
It hadn't been long since her last blink, just a few hours, but she didn't mind- it was better than when she'd been blinking every few seconds, and much better than when she'd stopped for large periods of time. This worked fine for her, not so often that she ended up too horribly exhausted, but often enough that she didn't have to worry about not coming back.
She looked down at her half-wrapped hand, wondering whether she should finish it now or wait a bit to get an idea of what would happen in the House. There was only so much fabric she could cut off of her shirt before it quit looking like one, and thanks to events in the House, she'd already burned through one set of makeshift hand-wraps and lost another.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Feb 13, 2020 0:24:15 GMT -5
Nico | Trust Exercise Room | ®Hawkpath® “Sorry,” Nico murmured, reddening. He usually tried to curse so only he could hear himself, but to be fair he had assumed he was alone, and the House had pulled this on him. It wasn’t quite fair, and he hadn’t meant to swear that much in front of Kelsier. He also probably shouldn’t have been so self-conscious about it either, but he didn’t know where he stood with the man. Their last room had been nice, but he couldn’t let himself imagine that they could just… exist like that. He couldn’t offer Kelsier information like that for free, and the Mistborn already knew too much about him. Right now, though, he didn’t really have the option to worry about that. They were on top of a mountain, and if Kelsier was right, they didn’t have a way down. Not an easy one, at least. “I’d offer to hold the ropes, but I’m not sure I’d be able to hold your weight,” he admitted, crossing his arms so that he could at least pretend he wasn’t shaking and terrified. He recalled all too well trying to hold onto Kelsier while the man swung up onto the next level to join him – he had been afraid then that his foot would unhook from the button and they would both go toppling back down to the level below. There was no way he could support Kelsier’s weight if the man were to go all the way down a mountain. He glanced down at the ground, trying to stop his eyes from widening and his pulse from quickening, but they were so high up… even if he could shadow travel down there… well, it was also bright enough that there weren’t enough shadows to let him do that. He took a step back, careful to put himself as far away from both Kelsier and the edge of the mountain as he could. His attempt was mostly unsuccessful. What must Kelsier think of him – a boy afraid of not only physical contact, but also heights? It was a miracle he had survived this long. “I don’t suppose you have any brilliant ideas?” If Kelsier could get them down… well, Nico was willing to hear any options that would get them down safely. He realized he was also wearing a harness, with nothing to tie the ropes to… “Why does the House like making us work together so much?” he grumbled, but honestly he could think of much worse people to work with than Kelsier.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 13, 2020 2:05:31 GMT -5
The Doctor quickly weighed the options. Truthfully, human and alien nature seemed to dictate that you wave weapons at each other and you either had the bigger threat or you had the bigger bluff. She tended to have the bigger bluff. Negotiation was her first step, but right now neither the teleporting being or Volt were really letting that happen. "Fine," she said to Matt, trying to push the thoughts of his injuries to the back of her mind. "But be careful." Then she pulled herself to her feet, looking small but otherwise prepared to shout very loudly. She also glanced at Ononoki, blinking a bit at the suggestion. "I take it ya have a lot of tricks up ya sleeve," she muttered. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 13, 2020 7:44:22 GMT -5
[[ Mordecai || Living Room || Numquam ]] Mordecai listened, nodding in response to her words. "Yes, I imagine you might be able to eventually if you're here often enough..." he replied, sounding a bit distracted as he slowly turned in a circle to look around the room, careful not to look up too much. The lighting wasn't the greatest but he didn't want risk her realizing that he was a shade, though his suspicion of the odd house being a trap seemed to be growing less likely. Really, if not for the energy surrounding the place, it would have seemed normal. He returned his focus to the wolf after a moment. "Does it happen a lot? People visiting this... Paradox House?"
He walked to the bookcase only a few steps away while he listened and brushed dust from the tops of the books with gloved fingers. There were no titles on any of their spines, that was a bit unusual. He cast another wary glance around the room before removing a book from the shelf and flipping it open as he toward face Eises again. "Hmm, well no time passing in-" he broke off, nearly dropping the book. Had he just misheard her? She'd said that the 'House' had a habit of calling people up whenever it wanted, but she'd never said anything about who these people were or where they were from.
He wanted to ask what she'd meant, but she was talking again so he forced himself to wait and listen, it was another of his questions that she was answering after all. The 'rooms' didn't sound like anything he'd seen before, but then again, none of it did, especially if she'd said what he thought she'd said. "That sounds incredible... All of that inside a House?" Maybe there were some sort of hidden portals that people passed through when they went through the doorways? That would explain some of it, and maybe how he'd ended up there too. Why would someone put a portal to a strange house in the middle of the woods though? What was the probability of someone actually finding it? "My..?" It took a few moments for the shade to respond to her question. Despite their normal- well, sort of normal- conversation, it still came as a bit of a surprise to him. He rarely spoke with anyone, and when he did it was often just when necessary, like if he went into the markets- keeping his face hidden with his hood and scarf- and needed to ask for something specific. He honestly couldn't remember the last time someone had asked his name. "Right, sorry, I-I go by Mordecai," he managed finally. If his expression hadn't been hidden by his hood and the lighting which seemed even worse than usual, the slightest hint of a smile would have been seen for a brief moment before he hesitantly spoke again, "Uh... what exactly did you mean when you mentioned our worlds?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 13, 2020 17:32:08 GMT -5
Kelsier | Trust Exercise Room | striderKelsier waved away the apology, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth and sparking in his hazel eyes. “Don’t be sorry,” he told the boy. “You can express yourself however you want. Besides, you have no reason to listen to me even if I did ask you not to.” He wasn’t Nico’s father. He had no right to order him around or even to get an apology from him for something as trivial as a swear word. Or lots of swear words, as the case may be. Honestly though, he didn’t know where he stood with Nico either, and his grin faded into a more serious smile as he took the boy in. He looked...odd, wearing those clothes. They didn’t suit him at all, mostly because he looked so uncomfortable in them. They also made him look small and out of his element, which Kelsier wasn’t sure what to do with, considering the last time they’d seen each other. He knew that Nico was plenty capable, and he didn’t think any less of him for what the House had put him in, it was just that he didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone look so genuinely afraid of heights. He wasn’t going to judge. Nico had seen him cry because he saw a flower. They weren’t exactly bent on impressing each other, it seemed. Nico’s idea did spark one of his own, though. “Wait a minute. Maybe you won’t have to hold all of my weight.” He said, them a little clearer, “there has to be a way to make the rock take some of the weight. There’s nowhere to tie the rope, but is there anything we could wrap it around?” Or maybe that wasn’t the best idea. He glanced around, looking idly for anything that could tell him what to do, and his eyes found only Nico. “Well, I have my metals with me. Two vials, to be exact.” He said slowly, thinking out loud. “And I could hold your weight. What if I give you a coin and help you down? Then you can put the coin on whatever ground down there is stable, and I can jump down after you?” He thought that was a pretty solid idea, actually. He looked at the boy, waiting to be congratulated, then heard what he said next. His grin returned. “It must know we make an excellent team.” He said innocently, a playful gleam in his eye. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 13, 2020 18:02:36 GMT -5
Ononoki - spaceship room - volt, matt, the doctor
If Ononoki had any sense of independence, she would have spoken up and agreed with Matt. He would be their best bet at ending things peacefully. If The Doctor was truly desperate, she could throw Ononoki into the mix and get her to try diplomacy, counting on their enemies not wanting to hurt a child.
“I don’t have any tricks up my sleeve. If you really want to know, maybe I will say if you ask me,” she murmured to The Doctor. If one knew Ononoki at all though, she was unlikely to spill everything just like that. Even if she was, it would take her a while to get to the point and they didn’t have that kind of time right now.
She crouched there in safety, her dress still torn from the weapons those strange people were shooting at them. And she was putting her faith in her cousin Matt, not knowing what he said had not carried an ounce of truth.
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Post by Numquam on Feb 13, 2020 19:27:12 GMT -5
[[ Mordecai || Living Room || Numquam ]] Mordecai listened, nodding in response to her words. "Yes, I imagine you might be able to eventually if you're here often enough..." he replied, sounding a bit distracted as he slowly turned in a circle to look around the room, careful not to look up too much. The lighting wasn't the greatest but he didn't want risk her realizing that he was a shade, though his suspicion of the odd house being a trap seemed to be growing less likely. Really, if not for the energy surrounding the place, it would have seemed normal. He returned his focus to the wolf after a moment. "Does it happen a lot? People visiting this... Paradox House?"
He walked to the bookcase only a few steps away while he listened and brushed dust from the tops of the books with gloved fingers. There were no titles on any of their spines, that was a bit unusual. He cast another wary glance around the room before removing a book from the shelf and flipping it open as he toward face Eises again. "Hmm, well no time passing in-" he broke off, nearly dropping the book. Had he just misheard her? She'd said that the 'House' had a habit of calling people up whenever it wanted, but she'd never said anything about who these people were or where they were from.
He wanted to ask what she'd meant, but she was talking again so he forced himself to wait and listen, it was another of his questions that she was answering after all. The 'rooms' didn't sound like anything he'd seen before, but then again, none of it did, especially if she'd said what he thought she'd said. "That sounds incredible... All of that inside a House?" Maybe there were some sort of hidden portals that people passed through when they went through the doorways? That would explain some of it, and maybe how he'd ended up there too. Why would someone put a portal to a strange house in the middle of the woods though? What was the probability of someone actually finding it? "My..?" It took a few moments for the shade to respond to her question. Despite their normal- well, sort of normal- conversation, it still came as a bit of a surprise to him. He rarely spoke with anyone, and when he did it was often just when necessary, like if he went into the markets- keeping his face hidden with his hood and scarf- and needed to ask for something specific. He honestly couldn't remember the last time someone had asked his name. "Right, sorry, I-I go by Mordecai," he managed finally. If his expression hadn't been hidden by his hood and the lighting which seemed even worse than usual, the slightest hint of a smile would have been seen for a brief moment before he hesitantly spoke again, "Uh... what exactly did you mean when you mentioned our worlds?"
"Uh, I guess so?" How frequent did the other blinker mean? "Everytime I'm here, there's always someone else...I-I come here every now and then, though." This House never seemed to be empty, ever. Was there ever a time when no one was here? Eises wondered how many times she blinked in just as someone was leaving the living room for the hall, or how many times she's blinked in seconds after someone blinked out. Of course, there could be people in rooms right now as they spoke for all she knew. She merely stood there, placing her hands in her trenchcoat pockets. "Y-Yeah, I don't really know how that works either. The House doesn't really talk to us, I-I think the others are as clueless as me." She's never heard of the House communicating, but who knew, maybe she was wrong. She couldn't tell, but anything related to the House automatically made her shut her brain off. If he wanted a conversation full of theories, Eises was not the right person to approach. "I-If you're curious, we can check one out." "N-Nice meetin' you, Mordecai." If he didn't have a book in his hands, Eises would've approached and would've hesitantly offered a handshake. That was the go-to for greetings, right? Do people just shake anyone's hands? Was there a rule for when not to? Before Eises' thoughts went down another rabbit hole of questions, she looked to the other blinker again. She noted that he was acting a little strange, was he shy too? She was never very good at reading people in most situations. Killing intent? Sure. Normal emotions? That was a different world for her. "Y-Yeah, most of us come from different worlds." Eises always assumed every blinker came from a separate world, but Hyacin appearing with her one day changed that. "L-Like, a lot of blinkers come from an Earth? But not all Earths are the same? They all have humans too." It was a little strange. It made her wonder if there were other versions of Theia. "Um...are you a human from an Earth too? We don't have humans in my world." |
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Post by strider on Feb 13, 2020 20:29:23 GMT -5
Orpheus | Living Room | --cato phoenix Orpheus blinked in, eyes closed as he softly strummed a note on his guitar. The note reverberated strangely around the room, and when he opened his eyes, he could tell why. It had been a while since he had last been here – a few weeks, at least – and he had begun to wonder if his two prior blinks had just been a series of odd dreams that he remembered just a little bit too vividly. He glanced around, eyes catching on someone else. She looked oddly comfortable with the room around her, and Orpheus had a feeling she had been here before. Well… more often than he had, at least. “Hi,” he murmured, voice soft. What was the protocol here? Did he just… go up and introduce himself? He wasn’t good at that… he wasn’t good at navigating social situations he wasn’t familiar with yet, and this certainly counted. Oh well… he may as well at least try, and being friendly was better than openly acting hostile, right? “I’m Orpheus,” he added, smiling a little. He didn’t offer his hand, because the way the girl looked like she was wrapping fabric around her hands wasn’t exactly conducive for a hand shake.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Feb 13, 2020 21:03:29 GMT -5
Nico | Trust Exercise Room | ®Hawkpath® Nico could’ve about punched Kelsier for that. Because what right did he have to act understanding and go forward like everything was fine when Nico was still having an internal crisis about the last two rooms this place decided to put them through? He leaned down and put the scepter he was carrying on the ground, hoping that it would blink back into his world with him even if he abandoned it for the moment. Because… a lot of people’s lives depended on him using that… and not killing the entire world. Not for the first time, Nico found himself wishing that he and Kelsier were back in the flower room – and then he silently reprimanded himself for that thought. He was supposed to be keeping his distance from Kelsier, not making a new friend. Still, it was hard not to look up at Kelsier and see someone worthy of respect, because he knew too much about Kelsier and where he came from and all of that. He knew the things Kelsier shouldn’t have survived, and he knew the reasons he should have stopped smiling long ago. But Kelsier hadn’t, and Nico couldn’t push away the small twinge of respect that popped up when he looked at the man. He didn’t have the time or the energy or the emotional capacity to deal with any of this. He was fighting a war and he was probably a few days away from death, and he didn’t need to worry about leaving anyone else behind. The further away Kelsier stayed, the better. It wasn’t too late, he told himself, but he knew that wasn’t true. He’d only shared two blinks with the man, but the last one… Kelsier knew too much now, about him, about his world, what he’d gone through… and yet it didn’t change the way he was looking at him. All of this was very, very bad. Nico took a breath, opening his mouth to say something, but he seemed to think better of it. He didn’t owe Kelsier an explanation of why he was wound up tight enough to swear like that, and he didn’t know why he had felt so inclined to give one. “How do we know any of it is stable?” Nico asked after a moment, looking down nervously. Calm down, he snapped at himself. The gods don’t exist here, dumb*ss. The thought didn’t make him feel any better. Turned out the fear was still there even when there was no logical reason for it to be. “If it were that simple, I don’t think the House would have bothered to give you equipment,” he added, trying to sound like he was in control of himself. “I don’t think… I don’t think you should help me down until we clearly have a way for you to get down. You could see if your Allomancy would work now, I guess?” The way his eyebrows were raised suggested he doubted the House would just let them out that easily. His expression soured at Kelsier’s next comment, but only because it echoed what he had been thinking. They shouldn’t be a team, he shouldn’t let himself trust or rely on Kelsier, even if he knew he could. There was so much at stake here, more than Kelsier realized. And Nico was more afraid of the possibility of them being friends than he would ever admit out loud.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 14, 2020 3:00:58 GMT -5
The way that Eises talked about this person in her life amused Myrnin. He was glad to hear she had friends. Or at least he hoped this boss person was a friend, at least somehow. "What's your charges name?" he asked instead, voice turning dry as he continued to play with the ice crystals. He dropped one as soon as she mentioned his childhood, looking shocked. Luckily, there was plenty of snow. Not so luckily one of the small ice creatures decided to grab it almost at once and make off with it. Myrnin watched it, stalling more than anything. Then he glanced at Eises with hesitation in his eyes. "I can't remember it, honestly. Not unless I focus. And if I do, I tend to remember the man who changed me." His words were blunt, open, but also very wary, as if he expected Eises to bite him. Then he shrugged. "But that was - what? - when I was twenty-five? Hardly a childhood. I assume I had a family. I know they sold me to Gwion. That's about it." He tossed the remaining ice crystal between his hands and pretended he didn't care. At least she had been talking about the dress. Maybe that would distract her. The ice sculpture monkey was having none of the chit-chat and started to climb Myrnin's pants, aiming for his shoulder with an attention that Myrnin did not interrupt. "Very interesting," he said, nodding at the purple crystal. He wondered if it had to do with fire. "Magic? Depends on how you define magic. You did see me do something once." He glanced at her, maybe a bit surprised. "You were there when I read your mind." And saved her, but he left that part out. It hadn't really been completely her. He had ended up not completely ... him ... either by the end of that room. Yet another thing he didn't want to think about. The monkey reached his shoulder and started to try and catch the ice bird. The sculpture was having none of it. Myrnin didn't seem to be acknowledging either of them. "My...charges?" Eises had never heard the term being used that way. She tilted her head, "You mean the Istra? Her name's Alistra...u-um if you mean the company I work for then it's The Echo." There was also the Mulidais and her Paistra, and even though those were supposed to be a secret, telling Myrnin wouldn't do any harm. It's not like he was from her world and could do something about it. She wasn't opposed to telling him about that. "Change...?" The wolf assumed that by 'change', Myrnin meant emotionally. Going with that conclusion, she related all too well. "T-Twenty-five being part of your childhood? H-How old are you?" Was he one of those people who were in their 40s but looked to be in their 20s? Of course, she still didn't know that asking for age and weight was considered rude. Eises then looked disheartened for a second, "You were sold too?" Her ears flattened and she looked away for a few seconds. "Y-Yeah, um, here." To make up for the previous questions, she had her palms face upwards and within seconds a crown made of Serian appeared. "I-I used to make these as a kid too, when we played kings and queens." She planned on giving it to him, but her fingers pointed inwards and stiffened suddenly, causing the crown to crack and fall apart. "R-R-Read my mind?! When did you read my mind?" She wasn't mad at all, but moreso surprised. She didn't think something like that was even possible. Due to Calibris being in control during that room, Eises had no recollection of it happening. She barely remembered anything from the room in fact. This was when she would black out completely while Calibris was awake. "O-Oops..." Eises didn't mean to break the crown. She decided to use the broken pieces to make another small and horned mouse in one hand. With the other hand, she made another Serian crown and had it float over to Myrnin. With the creation of another mouse, the ice-lion from before leaped at her hand. Eises yelped and stepped back, narrowly dodging the large feline as it landed near her. It shook its haunches again before leaping again, this time for the ice-bird that sat on her hand. It squacked as she ducked, once again barely dodging as the lion leaped over her head. The ice-bird started flying away, and she watched as the lion chased after it. She didn't realise that during this time the ice-monkey had gathered a snow ball, and by the time she straightened up her back, it threw the snowball right at her face. "I was referring to the young personage within your care, but I suppose that the interest in your Istra will do as well," said Myrnin, not skipping a neat and still looking interested. "How many people are in the 'Echo'. And why exactly is it called that?" He froze a bit as she didn't really seem to get what he was. Had he told her? Maybe, maybe not. He couldn't remember. But clearly he hadn't. He sniffed. "Not sure about my age either. Roughly speaking I'm two-thousand years old." He waved his hands around a bit, not noticing a crystalline squirrel running up the outer cloth of his pants. "Yes ... yes, me as well. Long time ago, however, as I said." He still said the words with distaste. His eyes had been drawn to the crown, even as it crumbled away in Eises' hands. Then his eyes were drawn back up to meet hers. "You don't remember?" he asked. "I wasn't exactly secretive about it." He tapped his foot against the snow and the squirrel had to work a bit to keep a hold. "Yeah," he said. "In that room where bad things kept blinking in. You were possessed or something." He licked his lips. His memory was clearly a bit more vivid than Eises. He took the crown she offered him, moving it around between his fingers. He didn't seem to have any reaction as the snow lion tried to attack first the mouse and then the bird. Only when Eises ducked away did he lean forward, his timing rather insync with her getting up, and placed the crown on her head. "Really," he said. "You're much more a king or queen than I am." He sounded amused, for sure. Particularly since she had a face full of snow. "Though perhaps you should teach your monkey subject better manners." (Soooo sorry for late reply!) |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 14, 2020 12:15:41 GMT -5
Kelsier | Trust Exercise Room | striderIf only Nico knew what was going on in Kelsier’s head. If he had, he probably would have been shocked. Because Kelsier was actually at a bit of a loss, for once, about what he was supposed to do now. The last two rooms had been so utterly at odds with each other, and now they both new uncomfortable details about each other that certainly made it hard to act normal. What even was normal, when you each knew the other’s darkest secrets? He knew about Nico’s family, and about what he had gone through that had made him twitch away from the slightest touch. Hell, he even knew what he sexual orientation was, which should not have come up unless Nico had decided to divulge it for some reason. Again Kelsier felt anger with the House stirring in his veins, because what kind of cruel place tore such personal truths from an unwilling throat? The House, apparently. Kelsier didn’t like this place at all. The only bonus was the fact that he could meet such incredible people and even be a friend to some of them, something which his own (albeit also cruel) world lacked. Not that he couldn’t find any incredible people in his own world. Just...less of them. He looked at Nico, trying to detect any hatred left in the boy’s dark eyes, but to his surprise he found none. Apparently Nico didn’t hold Kelsier having killed him as much of a grudge, or else he was hiding it well, because he almost looked… That couldn’t be a glimmer of respect in his gaze, could it? Probably not. Kelsier couldn’t help respecting Nico, though, for everything he had done and even everything he planned to do. He had a mission, and it was a whole lot like Kelsier’s mission: to save his people. No matter what it took. Kelsier was willing to die for that mission. And, it seemed, so was Nico. “I guess we don’t.” The Mistborn answered after a brief pause in which he tried to think of a better answer. There really wasn’t one, though. They had no idea whether or not the ground could hold either of them, and knowing the House there could be lava or something down there instead of rock, which was why Kelsier wasn’t too interested in just jumping and trusting cruel magic to catch him. He considered Nico’s suggestion, pursing his lips in thought. “You’re probably right.” He conceded. “At least, assuming my Allomancy even works in this room.” He grinned. “If it doesn’t it’s probably exactly that simple. The House is convenient like that.” And he dropped the grin, settling for an amused smile instead. They’d get out of this somehow, because this was the House and they hadn’t yet found an impossible room, so he wasn’t worried about that so much as about Nico’s apparent fear of heights. Which, now that he thought about it, might have been what made the House stick them up here in the first place. He was beginning to think the House might be a bit evil. He took a coin out of he pocket, rested it flat on his hand, and Pushed up. Nothing happened. Kelsier swore under his breath and looked back at Nico. “Thanks for stopping me from assuming I had any control over this situation whatsoever.” He said seriously, and actually he meant every word. “It would have been terrible if I’d gotten myself stranded up here. Or jumped without testing my Allomancy.” He smiled, as though that wasn’t a terrifying thought. It was, though. “Well. Any other ideas?” |
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Post by strider on Feb 14, 2020 19:36:28 GMT -5
Nico | Trust Exercise Room | ®Hawkpath® The House seemed dead set on exposing every last one of Nico’s fears to Kelsier. Touch? Check. Heights? Check. Tight spaces? Check. People knowing things about him? Check. Next they’d be dumped in the middle of an ocean and be forced to swim to shore. Which… he wasn’t as afraid of. Even if he didn’t remember it well, he had grown up in a floating city. If there was no Poseidon, he didn’t think he’d be that scared of water… it was easier to convince himself of that logic than it was to be up so high trying to do the same thing. Really, he’d had to deal with water more in his life than he’d ever had to deal with heights. Either way, he wasn’t supposed to be afraid. He was supposed to be the scary one, not the scared one. But Kelsier didn’t seem to mind. Nico wasn’t naïve enough to think that Kelsier hadn’t noticed the way he looked over the side of the mountain. And it seemed that getting out of here wasn’t going to be as simple as Nico had hoped, because Kelsier’s powers weren’t there. Again. Out of curiosity, he reached out for some of the distant shadows, but they didn’t answer him. Okay, so they were powerless together. Convenient. It didn’t seem as restricting here as it had in the other room, though… maybe because there hadn’t been the overwhelming exhaustion of dealing with their powers in the in between stage. He felt plenty awake and capable right now. Absolute terror seemed to have that effect. He wondered distantly if he’d still be so scared up here if things in his world weren’t seconds away from going haywire. That was a useless thought experiment. And then Kelsier swore quietly, and Nico couldn’t help the half-smile that tugged at his lips. It wasn’t that he thought Kelsier losing his powers was funny, but it was honestly kind of just a relief to know that Kelsier wasn’t one of those people who never swore. Made him just a little less embarrassed about how he’d blinked in. He quickly schooled his expression back into a scowl, but it was probably just a few seconds too late. “You’d have better luck with my half-sister up here,” he commented, trying to make his voice light. “She could probably just build you a set of stairs.” If her powers worked, which they wouldn’t, but still. It was as good a distraction as any, thinking of Hazel here rather than himself. She and Kelsier would probably already be friends. Sometimes he wondered why the House had pulled him here instead of so many other people from his world who would probably have profited more from this place and the gifts it provided. “And don’t thank me,” he added after a moment. “We’re both still stuck up here.” He thought for a moment, looking at their gear. Harnesses and ropes… at least it was safer than having to scale it completely unaided. He just… hated that he would have to rely on Kelsier to get him down. Not because he didn’t trust Kelsier, but because of what it might mean if Kelsier got him down safely. Because he was afraid of trusting Kelsier. “I-” he trailed off as a stronger breeze hit the mountain and he froze, dropping down as low as he could get on reflex. Lowering his center of gravity so he couldn’t be knocked off as easily. He looked down and touched the ground as though he had meant to do that – as though he was assessing it. “Perhaps if we can anchor something here,” he managed, voice stronger than he thought he was capable of. That was good, at least. “If you help me down, I can take the other part of your rope and we’ll loop it around the anchor, and I’ll be able to hold you up that way.” He frowned, looking around. That would only work if they had an anchor of some sort… and a strong one, at that. “That means it’ll be a lot more dangerous for you than me, and I don’t…” he didn’t want to put Kelsier in that position, but it was hard to admit that out loud.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 14, 2020 23:25:19 GMT -5
Kelsier | Trust Exercise Room | striderKelsier was so used to heights, it hadn’t even occurred to him that they would scare Nico, not until he’d seen the look on the boy’s face. That had told him everything, though. He knew Nico was terrified, he just wasn’t sure why. Was it just the height? Or was there more of a reason why heights scared him so badly? He supposed to probably didn’t matter much, as either way they were stuck, but he found himself continuously wanting to get to know Nico a little bit better. He wasn’t going to pry, of course. - even if he wanted to, he knew it wouldn’t do any good - but maybe Nico would eventually be willing to talk without the House forcing his hand. Maybe if he was just patient, they could become more than this unstable not-enemies thing they seemed to be now. He wasn’t sure what Nico thought of him, but he was beginning to think very highly of Nico. He gave up trying to use Allomancy and tucked the coin back in his pocket, resisting the impulse to throw it and watch it fall. For now, anyway. Maybe if he got frustrated enough he’s try that later, or give it to Nico and let the younger blinker do it instead. He looked like he could use some stress relief, after all. “If my Allomancy doesn’t work, I’m willing to bet your Magic doesn’t either.” He said finally, turning back to face Nico again. “Still, it’s better than being trapped at half power, in my humble opinion. No powers...I wonder how we’re supposed to get out of this one.” The last part wasn’t really a question. Just him thinking out loud, really. He peered over the edge of the cliff, but there was no end in sight to the steep descent, nothing that suggested it would be safe to go down. And yet, down was the only place they could go. The House was feeling friendly, apparently. He looked at Nico just in time to see him actually smile, and surprise flickered through his hazel eyes for an instant before his expression went back to its usual calm smile. So he could smile. Well, then, Kelsier was just going to have to get him to do it more often, wasn’t he? He realized it was probably the swear that had brought it on, and his brain immediately starting searching for something similar, in case they needed a laugh later on in the room. You never really knew, with the House. It could decide to throw anything at them at any time. Except our powers are gone, so she couldn’t. He almost said it out loud, but he stopped himself, because he knew perfectly well he would only have said it to be annoying and he didn’t actually feel like annoying Nico at the moment. Maybe later. “That would be nice.” He agreed instead, and peered over the edge again in case he’d missed anything important. “We’ll figure something out. Have you ever been in a room with no solution before?” It was a real question, but it was also to prove a point. Why give up when you knew the answer was out there? “Good point.” He conceded, even though he would thank Nico if he wanted to thank Nico. “But you still probably saved my life. I’m so used to Allomancy that I forget this place can take it away. It’s annoying, but again, there has to be a way to do this.” He glanced sharply at Nico as the boy crouched, then realized what he was doing and crouched with him. To make it harder to get blown off, of course, but also to make Nico feel better about being afraid. He watched the younger blinker speak, nodding along to show he was listening, then nodded seriously as he finished. “Think of it this way.” He suggested. “You’re taking a risk by volunteering to go first and find all the good footholds. All I have to do is hold on and watch you carefully, and then I can just follow your path down.” He grinned, and held up his rope. “I’m ready. When do we start?” |
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Post by strider on Feb 15, 2020 0:19:08 GMT -5
Nico | Trust Exercise Room | ®Hawkpath® “Not that anything I could do would actually help us get out of here,” Nico shrugged. There weren’t exactly any large shadows near them to sink into. “Unless you want a couple of overly helpful skeletons.” It was unclear whether or not he was cracking a joke, but he didn’t seem to be. “I’d rather have nothing than go through trying to do things and be completely run down by something usually easy,” he admitted, shaking his head. That room had been… bad. At least this one didn’t start with him dying… he still wasn’t completely over that, but he didn’t blame Kelsier. He knew enough about what was going on in the Mistborn’s world to know that what he had said to protect himself was just enough to set Kelsier off. All water under the bridge, because it didn’t seem like Kelsier was going to try to kill him again here. Then again… they had sort of vowed revenge against each other, hadn’t they? Nico cast a suspicious look at Kelsier, not sure how much of that was still up in the air. Kelsier had said that he’d find a way to kill him permanently eventually, and then he’d said that he’d made a mistake, and Nico honestly didn’t know what to think. Did the past two rooms change anything about that? He was so consumed by the thought that he almost didn’t hear the question. “What? Oh… well, there have been some…” he frowned, shuddering at the thought. “There have been some where the only way out was to kill the others around you. Or where you had to kill versions of yourself.” Everything came back down to killing, and though Nico shouldn’t have been uncomfortable with the idea, he was. “So I don’t think there have been any without solutions, but there have certainly been times where people haven’t survived a room. I’ve… never known anyone who’s stayed dead permanently who died because of a room, though.” Not that he wanted to jinx that… and he didn’t actually know if that was the truth. It was just his experience. “Look,” he murmured, mouth dry. “I don’t know where we stand or if you still want to kill me or if we’re past all that, but…” he glanced nervously up at the sky, as though he could actually see Zeus up there sending the wind their direction. Or maybe the House was just as big a jerk as the king of Olympus was. “I would really appreciate it if you didn’t drop me.” Which, of course, would do nothing if Kelsier did still want to kill him, but at least it was out there. And nothing in Kelsier’s behavior since indicated that Nico was still on the wrong side of Kelsier’s search for revenge. “I…” he sucked in a deep breath, almost unable to believe he was about to say anything. “I know based on what I’ve said of my world you don’t like my dad much… or maybe you do, if you still want to kill me, but I… I don’t know,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands for just a moment before he continued. “I don’t know if versions of the gods exist here, but they’re sort of omnipotent and I… don’t like risking it. And I’m kinda sorta not supposed to exist because people like me start wars, apparently, and my dad promised he wouldn’t have any more children, but he was pretending that my sister and I didn’t exist, and since my uncles are a bunch of hypocrites they had kids anyway and they still manage to hate me for existing and I’ve definitely made it worse by pissing off both of my uncles’ sons in the past, and long story short if they exist here in any capacity Mr. God of the Sky might try to wipe me out and I would really prefer not having to worry about both that and you taking a really convenient excuse to let me die. At least until my world is safe.” It all sort of escaped him in a rush of words, and he instantly reddened and looked away, curling in on himself as if that could erase the outburst he had just had. “We need something to anchor your rope to,” he added lamely, as though he could just change the subject and ignore everything he had just said.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 15, 2020 5:47:00 GMT -5
Myrnin| Worst Cooks in America the House Myrnin scoffed. "It isn't that weird of a question. You're in a kitchen when you were who knew where else before that. Too be fair, I find my question practically tame." He leaned against his counter and tapped both sets of his fingers together. "As for? Run-of-the-mill Vampire. Nothing unusual." Setting the whisk and cheese grater on the counter he started to look over the counter. Not what he was looking for. He crouched and brought a bowl out from one of the cabinets below. "Honestly," he said, voice dry. "The conclusions some people jump to." He turned and added, pointing a finger at Crutchie. "Though I will make the assumption here - just an assumption mind you - that there is probably some sort of House created clause where you have to make your favorite dish sooner or later." |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 15, 2020 20:28:09 GMT -5
"Uh, I guess so?" How frequent did the other blinker mean? "Everytime I'm here, there's always someone else...I-I come here every now and then, though." This House never seemed to be empty, ever. Was there ever a time when no one was here? Eises wondered how many times she blinked in just as someone was leaving the living room for the hall, or how many times she's blinked in seconds after someone blinked out. Of course, there could be people in rooms right now as they spoke for all she knew. She merely stood there, placing her hands in her trenchcoat pockets. "Y-Yeah, I don't really know how that works either. The House doesn't really talk to us, I-I think the others are as clueless as me." She's never heard of the House communicating, but who knew, maybe she was wrong. She couldn't tell, but anything related to the House automatically made her shut her brain off. If he wanted a conversation full of theories, Eises was not the right person to approach. "I-If you're curious, we can check one out." "N-Nice meetin' you, Mordecai." If he didn't have a book in his hands, Eises would've approached and would've hesitantly offered a handshake. That was the go-to for greetings, right? Do people just shake anyone's hands? Was there a rule for when not to? Before Eises' thoughts went down another rabbit hole of questions, she looked to the other blinker again. She noted that he was acting a little strange, was he shy too? She was never very good at reading people in most situations. Killing intent? Sure. Normal emotions? That was a different world for her. "Y-Yeah, most of us come from different worlds." Eises always assumed every blinker came from a separate world, but Hyacin appearing with her one day changed that. "L-Like, a lot of blinkers come from an Earth? But not all Earths are the same? They all have humans too." It was a little strange. It made her wonder if there were other versions of Theia. "Um...are you a human from an Earth too? We don't have humans in my world." [[ Mordecai || Living Room || Numquam ]]
"Hmm, I see," Mordecai replied. It sounded like the place didn't really give you the option of avoiding the other visitors... That seemed a bit inconvenient. He would probably need to make sure he kept his hood and scarf on in case the House brought him back again. He doubted that he would be lucky enough to go unrecognized twice. "I suppose you've been coming here for awhile then?"
He hesitated, glancing toward the door, then back to Eises. "Sure, I mean, If you don't mind." He wasn't quite sure how he felt about the whole 'Paradox House' thing, but he was curious about the odd rooms she'd mentioned. She'd said that they could be dangerous, but considering that pretty much everyone where he was from was terrified of him, he was fairly confident that he had a decent chance against whatever they might run into. He wasn't sure when he'd get another chance, or if the next person he met there would be friendly.
"You too, Eises." Had he already said that? What would have been the most normal part of their conversation to anyone else almost felt like the strangest to him. Almost more than the magical living house itself and it's seemingly impossible rooms.
What? Mordecai's eyes widened. He hadn't misheard her earlier? She really had meant 'worlds'? "That's... amazing." Definitely stranger than appearing in the House. "Earth," he repeated, seeming to test the word. "Uh, no, I'm not from there. My world has humans too, but it's called Xaphroda..." Mordecai hesitated to answer the other part of her question. If they really were from different worlds, would she or the other people at the House be able to tell that he wasn't his world's version of a human? Were humans the same in all other worlds? It was probably better not to take the chance and go with something they probably wouldn't have heard of. "I'm a ra'seirri though."
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 16, 2020 7:16:45 GMT -5
Arlo looked up from her wrapped hand as she heard the sound of a guitar, seeming slightly confused for a moment before she saw the other blinker. People appearing in the middle of conversations in their worlds was pretty common, but she'd only heard music in the House a few times in her decade of blinking and she was immediately reminded of one particular time where she'd been pushed into singing, along with Shilo and Rae. That had certainly been... interesting. Not necessarily in a bad way, though she'd definitely thought so at the time.
"Oh, sorry, hey." Her response was a bit delayed and she blinked a couple times with a slight apologetic smile as she pushed aside her memories to refocus on the blinker who was talking to her. "Nice to meet you, my name's Arlo."
She finished tying the fabric at her wrist, then tilted her head a bit to the side as she looked at Orpheus again. "Did you just start blinking recently? I don't remember seeing you here before," While Arlo didn't recognize him and he didn't quite seem to be used to the House yet, it was a bit hard to tell. A lot more time seemed to have passed since the plane crash in the House than in her own world so there were quite a few people she hadn't met who weren't exactly new either.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 16, 2020 13:51:54 GMT -5
Hange | Hallway | Iceclaw | Hange continued to stare, upside down, at Aizawa, eyes wide as he ignored their questions in favor of asking one of his own. They frowned a little, considering his question, and weighed the risks of answering. Would he go after Myrnin? Did Myrnin want to be known as their sire, or did he want to keep it a secret? They hadn't asked him that - it hadn't occurred to them. "It's a secret," they said brightly, a wide smile erasing the troubled expression they'd carried a moment before as they decided to withhold the information until they had a chance to ask him his preference. "I can't tell you that. I'll answer other questions, if I know the answer! But you can't cheat - if we're going to make a game of it, you have to answer some of mine, too. One to one - you answer one of mine, I'll answer one of yours." |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 16, 2020 13:56:01 GMT -5
Matt | Spaceship room | »ƑαƖcση mintedstar/fur Razzle Dazzle Lark |Matt gave the Doctor an appreciative smile. "Thanks," he said, and then added, leaving the safety of their cover, "I'll do my best." Then, he stood up, raised both his hands in the air, and began to walk straight towards Volt and the townsfolk, resolutely placing one foot in front of the other as he wondered, vaguely, how much it would hurt to get shot. "Cease fire!" he commanded loudly, his voice surprisingly smooth given the situation. "I'm not going to stop walking!"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 16, 2020 14:14:21 GMT -5
Touka | Lodge | Iceclaw mintedstar/fur | Under any other circumstance, and maybe had he tried it even a few minutes ago, Touka would have either awkwardly accepted the hug or, more likely, pushed Rex away. Friends, she was good at. Jokes, she was good at. But emotions - real, hard, scary emotions, and the people that go with them - that was always something she'd tried to avoid getting dragged into. It never seemed to be worth it, especially in a world where everyone winds up dead all too soon. But now, at the end of everything, she found herself sinking into the hug, clinging tightly to Rex's armor as if it was a lifeline, squeezing her eyes shut as Rex held her just as tightly and finally, the grief and blind fear she'd been trying so hard to hold back tugged at her vision, threatening to rip her heart from her chest. She could feel him here, and she could feel Myrnin out there, and they both loved her...she understood that now, that by some miracle, by some strange twist of fate, they loved her so much, and she loved them too, and it wasn't fair. It was so unfair she wanted to scream, but none of that would stop her from being taken from them whenever the House decided it was finished with her. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die. Abruptly, she pulled away from Rex, balling her hands into fists to try and disguise how much she was shaking. She swallowed, trying to think past the crushing feeling in her chest. Focus. Think. Things I can control."I have to go see Myrnin," she choked through gritted teeth, closing her eyes and forcing herself to breathe. "I can't leave things like this." |
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Post by Numquam on Feb 16, 2020 23:35:39 GMT -5
"My...charges?" Eises had never heard the term being used that way. She tilted her head, "You mean the Istra? Her name's Alistra...u-um if you mean the company I work for then it's The Echo." There was also the Mulidais and her Paistra, and even though those were supposed to be a secret, telling Myrnin wouldn't do any harm. It's not like he was from her world and could do something about it. She wasn't opposed to telling him about that. "Change...?" The wolf assumed that by 'change', Myrnin meant emotionally. Going with that conclusion, she related all too well. "T-Twenty-five being part of your childhood? H-How old are you?" Was he one of those people who were in their 40s but looked to be in their 20s? Of course, she still didn't know that asking for age and weight was considered rude. Eises then looked disheartened for a second, "You were sold too?" Her ears flattened and she looked away for a few seconds. "Y-Yeah, um, here." To make up for the previous questions, she had her palms face upwards and within seconds a crown made of Serian appeared. "I-I used to make these as a kid too, when we played kings and queens." She planned on giving it to him, but her fingers pointed inwards and stiffened suddenly, causing the crown to crack and fall apart. "R-R-Read my mind?! When did you read my mind?" She wasn't mad at all, but moreso surprised. She didn't think something like that was even possible. Due to Calibris being in control during that room, Eises had no recollection of it happening. She barely remembered anything from the room in fact. This was when she would black out completely while Calibris was awake. "O-Oops..." Eises didn't mean to break the crown. She decided to use the broken pieces to make another small and horned mouse in one hand. With the other hand, she made another Serian crown and had it float over to Myrnin. With the creation of another mouse, the ice-lion from before leaped at her hand. Eises yelped and stepped back, narrowly dodging the large feline as it landed near her. It shook its haunches again before leaping again, this time for the ice-bird that sat on her hand. It squacked as she ducked, once again barely dodging as the lion leaped over her head. The ice-bird started flying away, and she watched as the lion chased after it. She didn't realise that during this time the ice-monkey had gathered a snow ball, and by the time she straightened up her back, it threw the snowball right at her face. "I was referring to the young personage within your care, but I suppose that the interest in your Istra will do as well," said Myrnin, not skipping a neat and still looking interested. "How many people are in the 'Echo'. And why exactly is it called that?" He froze a bit as she didn't really seem to get what he was. Had he told her? Maybe, maybe not. He couldn't remember. But clearly he hadn't. He sniffed. "Not sure about my age either. Roughly speaking I'm two-thousand years old." He waved his hands around a bit, not noticing a crystalline squirrel running up the outer cloth of his pants. "Yes ... yes, me as well. Long time ago, however, as I said." He still said the words with distaste. His eyes had been drawn to the crown, even as it crumbled away in Eises' hands. Then his eyes were drawn back up to meet hers. "You don't remember?" he asked. "I wasn't exactly secretive about it." He tapped his foot against the snow and the squirrel had to work a bit to keep a hold. "Yeah," he said. "In that room where bad things kept blinking in. You were possessed or something." He licked his lips. His memory was clearly a bit more vivid than Eises. He took the crown she offered him, moving it around between his fingers. He didn't seem to have any reaction as the snow lion tried to attack first the mouse and then the bird. Only when Eises ducked away did he lean forward, his timing rather insync with her getting up, and placed the crown on her head. "Really," he said. "You're much more a king or queen than I am." He sounded amused, for sure. Particularly since she had a face full of snow. "Though perhaps you should teach your monkey subject better manners." (Soooo sorry for late reply!) "O-Oh." Eises' face had hints of red in embarrassment. "Mmm, when he hatched, I named him Hyacindiemo, t-then he chose to take up my last name too. What about yours?" She made sure to give him a name fit for a dragon. Hyacin officially setting his last name as hers came to no surprise, but she also made sure to give him the appropriate suffix one always saw with the surnames of dragonkind. That...was a good question. She brought her index finger to her chin and thought about it for a few moments. "It's...pretty tiny compared to the other companies...m-maybe 60 people?" It was quite different compared to something like the Oaris who numbered in the hundreds. "Y'know, I've never really asked our Istra why she named it that. When I blink back, I'll ask her for you." She smiled a little in response. Her smile faintly disappeared. Myrnin was still his regular self, but there was no indication that he was joking either. He said his age a little too casually for that. Did he give her a ridiculous number because he didn't want her finding out? He wouldn't be the first to do that to her. Had he said a number in the early 100s, she would have believed it seeing that regular Theians live quite past their 100s. The wolf still didn't know that most Humans could barely make it to 100. She laughed nervously, "E-Er, really, what's your age? 60-something? 70-something? I-I mean, even if you're on the older side, you still look pretty young! N-No need to hide it..." Eises decided not to bring the subject of being sold any further. She could imagine it wasn't a good time for him as it was for her. "Room where..." Her voice trailed as she tried remembering. Her face twisted into a grimace, the sound of possession flooded her memories. "I...I remember now." She became quiet again, this time longer than before. "Y-Yeah, that was when Calibris waking up would put me to sleep..." Eises really had no idea that it was Myrnin who helped her revert back to normal. Most of that room was fuzzy to her, but she mostly remembered that state she left Noctin in once she came to, a memory she really tried to forget. Now she started to feel embarrassed that Myrnin was able to witness all of that. Part of her was surprised that the experience didn't stop him from talking to her. "S-So you can read thoughts? Memories too?" She watched as another ice-monkey approached them. This one chose to jump on Myrinin's chest and cling to him. She stared for a bit, curious to see if it was in attack mode or simply wanted a cuddle. Then she looked to her right, and saw that the path of ice sculptures continued as far as she could see. What would they see if they walked in that direction? Different species of ice-animals? Maybe something else along the way? She glanced at Myrnin with a slight smile before she began to walk. "M-M-Me? A queen?" There was the nickname of ice queen, sure, but that was as close as she could ever get. She then snorted, "No way, anyone's royalty compared to me. Queens don't grow up under bridges and stealin' wallets just to find food. I-I don't think they like killin' people for a living either..." She then had to think about that last sentence for a second. "W-Well wait, not directly I mean. Like-Like, they don't do it themselves...Y-You know what I mean!" |
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