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Post by strider on Mar 15, 2020 20:31:31 GMT -5
Nico | Trust Exercise Room | ®Hawkpath® Nico wasn’t a huge fan of the situation, a fact which he sure was abundantly clear to both Kelsier and the House. He would much rather be almost anywhere else, except perhaps in his own world… there was too much he was facing there to really be comfortable dealing with any of it. A cliff, he supposed, was a lot less daunting when he figured he’d have to decide whether or not to raise an army of the dead and potentially destroyed the world when he got home. His mouth settled into a grim line. That certainly put things in perspective, though not in a particularly heartening way. Either way, his feet were on solid ground now, and he felt a lot safer now than he had before. Unfortunately, it also meant that he had a lot of brainpower that he was no longer devoting to being terrified that could now over analyze every interaction he’d had with Kelsier to date. Charming. There was too much to think about. From their very first blink, to the one after, to this one. Kelsier was dangerous. Not only had he just held Nico’s life in his hands and not dropped him, but he held his secrets too. If anything happened… well, if neither of them killed the other, than they were like loaded weapons, pointing at each other at all times. There were things Nico could say to hurt Kelsier already. Things that would cut too close to the surface, that Nico had no right to know. And Kelsier could do the same thing in return. Mutually assured destruction. Looking up, he caught sight of Kelsier peeking over the edge, then saw him disappear. Not too long after the rope lifted up slightly and then dropped back down, and Nico grabbed it. He hadn’t been holding onto it for longer than a few seconds when Kelsier started down and suddenly it took all of Nico’s weight and strength to counterbalance him. Rope in hand, Nico backed up as far away from the mountain as he could, aiming to create a solid angle – if it worked, he could just walk forward when Kelsier needed slack, rather than having to judge how best to feed it to him and accidentally create some sort of jerky motion. Regardless of how dangerous they were to each other, Nico wasn’t going to drop Kelsier. He wouldn’t do that even on accident. Kelsier was going fairly slowly, setting a pace which Nico was grateful for. Maybe it had been stupid of him to rush that last bit, but he wasn’t sure he could have gotten all the way down if he hadn’t forced himself to see it as a timed challenge like the wall at Camp Half-Blood. If Kelsier needed to speed up, then Nico would speed up with him. Like it or not, this was a team effort, just like the first room they had conquered. This time, neither of them had to die to get out. Nico was familiar with the fact that he cared too much. He cared about people who were terrified by him, who would have been far more comfortable if he weren’t around, he cared about people who would die and leave him alone without realizing they had ever made a difference in his life, he cared about people and he made absolute certain that nobody cared about him. It was easier to be hated because he wanted to be than to be hated because of things he couldn’t control. And like it or not, despite how little time they had spent together, Nico found he cared about Kelsier. He had been trying to fight hard against it since their first blink, but there it was. It was hard not to care about someone you had survived with against the impossible multiple times, who still looked at you like you were human even when they knew your worst secrets. Nico didn’t even stop to think about the fact that he held none of Kelsier’s secrets against him, yet still expected the man to hold Nico’s against him. It would be so easy to let go and send Kelsier hurtling down, but the thought just strengthened Nico’s resolve and tightened his grip on the rope. Kelsier wouldn’t die here, not on his watch. There it was. Nico cared about Kelsier, he wouldn’t let him die, and Kelsier hadn’t dropped Nico. Kelsier had pulled his mind away from the edge multiple times and had dragged him back to reality on that one particular occasion. So where did that leave them? With Nico furious at the House for revealing his secrets like that, and furious with Kelsier for… for what? For not hating him? Nico grit his teeth, taking a step forward to give Kelsier a little more slack. Could Nico actually give Kelsier a chance, here? A chance on trust, on building something out of the whole they had dug themselves when they had fought? It wouldn’t be fair to Kelsier when Nico died in this war, and it wouldn’t be fair to Nico when the House had someone else it could use against him. Then again, it seemed the House had planned this. But it wasn’t the House that had offered Nico his knife when things were uneven. It wasn’t the House that had talked him back to reality. It wasn’t the House that had borne his secrets without hatred or anger, and it wasn’t the House who had followed him out of the room when a tiny part of him hadn’t wanted to be alone. It wasn’t the House who had cracked a joke on top of a mountain or laughed about Nico’s crazy messed up family, and it certainly wasn’t the House who had safely lowered him down this mountain. Could the House had predicted this? “Gods damn it,” Nico hissed under his breath, taking another step forward, his gaze trained on Kelsier to make sure he had a steady hold on the rock. Nico wasn’t sure what it meant yet, but Kelsier had earned his trust. And maybe, just maybe, a part of him wanted to earn Kelsier’s in return, no matter how stupid of a decision he knew it to be. Selfishly, a part of him knew he needed someone, even if he’d never openly admit it to himself.
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Post by strider on Mar 15, 2020 20:49:40 GMT -5
Orpheus | Living Room (Time Warp) | ~∂єѕтιиу So Orpheus had been right about other blinkers from Earth. He wanted to meet more of them, ask more questions, but… well, that would come later, he assumed. When he met more people. For now, he was going to focus on this interaction with Atreus, who seemed at least a little bit excited to have someone new to talk to. Orpheus could understand that. “Midgard,” Orpheus repeated, thinking about that for a moment. He hadn’t heard of it before, but if Atreus said it was similar to Earth he would believe that. “Well… I suppose my Earth has a little bit of magic,” he allowed. “We don’t tend to call it that, though. It’s mostly the gods and their ancestors and descendants who control things, and the rest of us live in the world they make. It’s not a bad way to live, though,” he added, in case it sounded like he was saying anything bad about the gods. “The thing is, most of us don’t really interact with that magic at all. What is magic on Midgard like?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 15, 2020 20:53:44 GMT -5
Noah | Living Room | <Raintalon> Noah didn’t know how to answer that. He didn’t know if it was his jam or not, because he’d never been and he didn’t really feel like he had a right to go. Not that he could physically go anyway anymore – he hadn’t tried to leave Henrietta, but he was fairly certain he knew what would happen if he did. He wasn’t keen on testing out that idea for himself, so he stayed within the boundaries of the town. But even if he were alive… “How’d you know you weren’t straight?” Noah asked after a moment, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. He had never looked at a guy and wanted to date him, but he’d also never looked at a girl that way either. Not that he was going to say all of that up front, he was just… curious. Matt | Living room | strider | Matt glanced at Noah, raising an eyebrow, but kept his own curiosity to himself for the moment. Maybe he hadn't been so wrong, after all? "Well..." he began, bringing a finger to his chin in thought. It really had been a long time, hadn't it? Since he'd had to question anything. It must've been... "I never did like girls," he said finally, with a little nod. "I remember that much. I don't remember for sure when I knew I was gay, though...hmm." He frowned, trying to drum up the memory for the benefit of his new friend. "I mean, my friend is ace, so I did wonder for a little while if I was, too, but I don't think I was very old...maybe nine or ten...then the crushes started hitting me good and hard and it was pretty obvious that they only swung one way. So from that point I knew, even if I wasn't ready to tell anyone for a long time after that. But I have friends who say they didn't know until a lot later, or they still don't know. So it's different for everyone." He glanced back at Noah, tilting his head. "Does that answer your question?" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 15, 2020 23:16:43 GMT -5
(That sounds great! Feel free to set the scene!  ) (Thank you! I honestly have no clue what the room should look like, though. ^^') (P.S. I apologize again for the late response! I keep getting distracted by other things and forgetting about this aklfsad) (Sure thing! What if it was in a themed one? Since St. Patrick's day is coming up? Maybe searching in some monuments in an Ireland-sque area? ) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2020 0:45:23 GMT -5
"Asking me to act unemotionally is asking too much, L," said Myrnin. He didn't use his nickname for L. He took a block from the tower, far more carefully than L had. "But asking me to hold onto those emotions until I have logically processed information is something you can ask. I just did it differently then you." He looked at the block, at the grain in the wood. "I'm sorry you weren't right," he admitted. "I'm sorry that your deduction was incorrect." He set the block down at the table. He had spent a lot of time in the House trying to ensure that people believed him capable of being the monster he was. He just hadn't expected it to hurt. Each time, it hurt. "It was a fair conclusion," Myrnin said. "I don't discount you or blame you for it. You have a right to distrust me. You ... have the background to do so. Yet, I wasn't the only decision you made. Was I?" He indicated the tower, saying it was L's turn. "When you entered the room, you decided it was a mystery? And you decided, like a lot of the others, that it could only be solved by finding the *correct* culprit? If that's an incorrect, then my apology. But both you and I know that not having the answer even now is kil - very difficult for you." |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2020 0:52:46 GMT -5
The Doctor - Statue Room - ( Anyone can jump in. Did you want to join the new room, zeph! ? ) The Doctor entered the room without any hesitation only to pull to a dead stop as soon as she entered. She did not like statues. Particularly stone ones. Particularly being in a semi-open space, full of statues, and a rather disconcertingly large fence. "Ougi," she said. Her voice wasn't a shout, but it was one of clear warning. "Ougi ... be careful." The Doctor was already tense, ready to run if need be as she watched the other blinker approach a statue. In the mean time, she was trying to have her eyes on everything. It wasn't working. There were too many statues. Maybe they were normal? It seemed to be in line with the stories told about this place that there should be a room devoted to freaking her out. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 16, 2020 11:06:42 GMT -5
(yesss join us in this room!)
Ougi - statue room - The doctor, vincent
Her foot slipped on the statue’s marble base when Ougi heard The Doctor call behind her, and she looked over her shoulder as if expecting something dangerous to have appeared. But no, The Doctor was just worried about the statues. The student reluctantly climbed down from the one with the bow and arrow and approached her.
“Oh. Oh my, surely this can’t be,” she said, putting her hands to her cheeks as if embarrassed on the other blinker’s behalf, “You have a fear of statues.” The high school student gave a wry smile, circling The Doctor once and then starting over to Vincent to pester him instead for a bit. On her way, she touched several statues just to be irritating.
“Are you afraid too? How wonderful that would be!” she exclaimed to Vincent. She said ‘wonderful’ more like ‘surprising’ or ‘coincidental’ rather than ‘a positive situation’. “Maybe it would spice up that sorry excuse for a personality you have.”
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Post by strider on Mar 16, 2020 11:25:37 GMT -5
Noah listened carefully, not sure why the answer meant so much to him. If there was one thing he was certain of, he had never liked anyone that way, so it really didn’t matter how Matt figured things out for himself. Right? Either way, whether it was helpful or not to Noah, he was grateful that Matt was willing to answer so candidly. He didn’t think there would be people in his own world who would be so open and honest about that, but maybe that was just because of the ten years between him and Matt. Or maybe that was just the nature of Henrietta. “Right, yeah, it does, thanks,” Noah replied, fingers dancing over the smudge on his cheek. He turned to glance at Matt, not really sure if Matt would tolerate any more questions. But he’d been nice so far, and if he got frustrated with Noah asking questions, then… well, it would be Noah’s fault, and he’d deal with the loss of what had seemed to be, at least for a few moments, a possible new friend. “What’s ‘ace’?” Noah asked, deciding it would be worth it to risk asking another question. He was genuinely curious – it wasn’t a word he had ever heard of before, beyond the use of aces in card games and the like. Or ‘acing’ a test, things like that. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Mar 16, 2020 14:17:18 GMT -5
Vince - Statue Room
Vincent raised an eyebrow at the Doctor as she called out for Ougi to watch herself, then glanced back at Ougi as the student mocked the woman’s concerns. He understood why the Doctor has been anxious - he’d had the same instinct of danger when the student first approached the effigy - leaving him to wonder for the genuineness of Ougi’s teasing. Surely someone who’d been in the house for so long knew that just about anything could be turned into a threat...but then again, Ougi seemed to be selectively oblivious to any danger that might surround her.
He curiously watched the statues she grazed as she approached him, turning back to her with a small smile as she commented on his personality. He chuckled softly, but chose not to comment. The two blinkers he was with both had their benefits the longer he kept his mouth shut, one likely irritated with his game, the other perhaps growing bored of trying to tempt him into hers.
He turned to one of the statutes in the center, looking over its face. Perhaps she had not been afraid, but surely Ougi had been expecting the same thing as he and the Doctor. If not to come alive, what were these figures purpose? “What do you make of them?” He asked the student, hands folding behind his back.
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Post by Numquam on Mar 16, 2020 15:57:18 GMT -5
"O-Oh. I don't think I've ever heard it before meeting you." If it was found in Theia, it definitely wasn't near Elisia. Since she hadn't been blinking with the vampire regularly, she was convinced she started to mispronounce his name now. "S-So, every vampire has to hide? Not just your names, but your whole being?" Being a vampire was sounding more and more sad to her. Immortal and hidden? "Mmm so the myths in Theia are a little different...W-What about..." She raised her hands: with one hand she formed a circle with her fingers, and used the index finger of her either hand to form a line going vertically down the "circle." "This symbol, does touching this make you burn?" That was another part of the legends in Theia, wearing a necklace with the symbol supposedly protected anyone from a vampire, and vampires were physically unable to enter rooms that had this symbol above the door frame. "S-So that's one thing the legends aren't wrong with. W-Well, I guess it's Theian in our case and not human." As curious as Eises was, she restrained herself from asking how Myrnin got turned into a vampire. The demitheian was still curious what exactly Myrnin could do when his eyes turned gold, but she got the hint that he was being rather vague on purpose. She supposed it was similar to her not bringing up her amber eyes, but of course Myrnin already saw those in the room when he had to use his power over her. She wasn't too bothered by the fact that Myrnin could easily kill her whenever he wanted to, she was around people like that back home, she was used to it. Of course, that doesn't mean she would willingly approach him if his eyes did happen to turn gold in a future blink. That's a warning she'll remember. Eises laughed, "Oh yeah? W-What did I eat for breakfast?" She wondered if he was able to guess what she planned on eating for dinner later today. "Y-You don't have to, it's not like I'd be able to use that education anyway." She lowered her ears rather pessimistically. Her future was...quite uncertain. It was something she could depressingly think about all day, but often tried not to. Despite the fact that Myrnin just offered a game of snowballs, she was startled when he actually threw one. It caught her off guard, so she didn't dodge it. She stood there for a few seconds before finally smirking. Should I cheat? Her grin became a toothy one as she briskly picked up some snow. Maybe later. Like a baseball pitcher, she chucked the ball in Myrnin's direction and immediately crouched to pick up two more clumps of snow before setting off after him. The snowball hit home, but this was because Myrnin had wanted to. He laughed. Snow fell away from his shoulder. He took two of his own snowballs and tossed them at Eises, rolling away. He looked happy. Active and playing with reckless abandon. He darted through some of the status of ice, which either scattered away from him or ran with him. The vampire was running at what might have been counted as normal speeds, yelling over his shoulder as he did, "Nope! Doesn't burn! Neither does this!" He made a cross with both fingers, not paying attention. A ice sculpture pig was directly in his path when he wasn't paying attention and he tumbled over backwards, scrambling excitedly as he did. He popped back up a second later, the ice sculpture moving aside. Myrnin had a handful of snow now, looking giddy. "And yep!" he continued to say to Eises. "Hiding! I'm awful at it. Catch!" Or rather, dodge, since he tossed the snowball as he said it. He was moving again, jumping a bit higher than a human when an ice sculpture didn't move fast enough, and trying to more actively avoid getting hit. "And you ate Egg and pork and tomatoes and onions and too much peppers!" he called as he dodged behind a tree. He snickered, pressing himself into the bark, gathering up more snowballs and throwing them with random glee as he came out from behind it. There wasn't much more to do other than keep up the running. He was having a great time though. He finally stopped, snow sweeping up around him as he pressed himself flat to the snow suddenly, hoping that Eises hadn't seen him since he'd been behind some ice sculptures. Who were moving, but he wanted to see if he could surprise her. He was coated in enough snow for it. A snow Myrnin. Hiding from an ice Eises. This was going pretty well! Eises allowed half of the snow balls land on her. In a regular battle, she was the type to dodge projectiles with ease and focus, but this was an entirely different matter. She wasn't at risk over losing an arm or an head, so there was no need for paying extra attention or jumping around like her life depended on it. In fact, Eises enjoyed the feeling of the crisp snow hitting and cooling her skin. Eises tilted her head at the cross Myrnin made with his fingers, trying to figure out why the letter T would burn him. Immediately, her face was met with a pile of a snow. Not paying attention caught up to her however, when she rammed right into an ice-goat. The wolf fell backwards for a bit before it headbutted her. She was dazed for a second before jumping back on her feet, immediately throwing another snow ball, and not letting the angry goat get in the way of her fun. She half-watched as the goat ran over the Myrnin before ducking to avoid another snow ball. " Too much? Don't tell me you can't handle spices!" An ice monkey, different from before, landed on her shoulder with a pile of snow balls in his arms. He decided to help Eises by joining her and throwing them at Myrnin. She crouched to pick up more mounds as quick as she could. Another ball of snow landed on her face, and after she wiped it from her eyes, she could no longer tell where Myrnin was. She narrowed her eyes, scanning the snow to see if he was just standing very still. All of the snow and ice sculptures were interfering with her ability to sniff him out. Maybe if she really went wolf-mode, she could smell him. But where was the fun in that? |
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Post by Sησω on Mar 16, 2020 16:09:53 GMT -5
(Thank you! I honestly have no clue what the room should look like, though. ^^') (P.S. I apologize again for the late response! I keep getting distracted by other things and forgetting about this aklfsad) (Sure thing! What if it was in a themed one? Since St. Patrick's day is coming up? Maybe searching in some monuments in an Ireland-sque area? ) (Ooh! I love that idea.) |
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Post by zeph! on Mar 16, 2020 19:56:35 GMT -5
(Alright, thanks!) Spinel blinked in, looking a little bored at first. However, as soon as she recognized that she wasn’t in the silly old Garden anymore, she broke into an immediate grin and quickly untangled her hands from where they sat a moment ago. She was back! And it was definitely sooner this time, thank goodness. She glanced around, taking a good look of the place, before whistling. “Wowee. It’s like a mini-Garden! But with people thingies. Ooh, what’re their names? Should we name them? I wanna name one after a flower or somethin’! Like… Zinnia!” The gem spoke quickly, bubbling with enthusiasm. “And why’s there a huge wall? What’s over it? D’you think I should check it out? It seems high, though- gee, d’you think I can even stretch that much?” She bounded over, before looking up as she bounced in place. “Hmm… I dunno.” mintedstar/fur, Razzle Dazzle, and ~∂єѕтιиу |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 16, 2020 20:40:06 GMT -5
Noah listened carefully, not sure why the answer meant so much to him. If there was one thing he was certain of, he had never liked anyone that way, so it really didn’t matter how Matt figured things out for himself. Right? Either way, whether it was helpful or not to Noah, he was grateful that Matt was willing to answer so candidly. He didn’t think there would be people in his own world who would be so open and honest about that, but maybe that was just because of the ten years between him and Matt. Or maybe that was just the nature of Henrietta. “Right, yeah, it does, thanks,” Noah replied, fingers dancing over the smudge on his cheek. He turned to glance at Matt, not really sure if Matt would tolerate any more questions. But he’d been nice so far, and if he got frustrated with Noah asking questions, then… well, it would be Noah’s fault, and he’d deal with the loss of what had seemed to be, at least for a few moments, a possible new friend. “What’s ‘ace’?” Noah asked, deciding it would be worth it to risk asking another question. He was genuinely curious – it wasn’t a word he had ever heard of before, beyond the use of aces in card games and the like. Or ‘acing’ a test, things like that. "Ace is when you don't like anyone 'like that'," said Matt, clearly fully unbothered by the continued questions. He was aware that he tended to put out a sort of vibe that made small gays flock to him, and that state of affairs suited him just fine. He'd made most of his friends that way, after all. "It's like...if I like just guys I'm gay, if I like just girls I'm straight, if I like both or some other genders I'm bi or pan, and if I don't like anyone at all in that way, I'm ace." He leaned back again, crossing his arms. "There's a lot more options than that, though. I couldn't possibly tell you every way people choose to identify. But however you feel, it's cool y'know? Everybody has different ways that they feel and express love, and I think that's pretty awesome." |
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Post by strider on Mar 17, 2020 0:29:15 GMT -5
Noah | Living Room | <Raintalon> Noah leaned forward, suddenly much more interested. Not that he hadn’t been interested before, but these were terms he had never heard, terms he wished he had heard of before. Those would have been useful terms, if he’d been aware of them. “There’s a word for that?” Noah asked, voice soft. It was mind blowing, to find out that what he felt was common enough to actually have a word. It wasn’t like he had ever felt broken or anything – he hadn’t given it that much thought – but he had noticed the difference between himself and Whelk. Between himself and most of the people he’d known in high school, honestly. Matt was right, though. It was pretty awesome that there was so much about it all that Noah wasn’t aware of. That there was a word for things Noah had purposefully avoided thinking about. “That’s pretty cool,” he agreed aloud, after a moment.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 17, 2020 1:39:21 GMT -5
(Sure thing! What if it was in a themed one? Since St. Patrick's day is coming up? Maybe searching in some monuments in an Ireland-sque area? ) (Ooh! I love that idea.) (Cool! Did you want me to start?) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 17, 2020 1:51:00 GMT -5
"I don't have a fear of statues," The Doctor said, matter-of-fact. It wasn't very convincing when she was still looking over all of the statues as if she was waiting for them to come alive. She frowned each time Ougi's fingers brushed against a statue. She avoided wincing, but she also didn't reprimand Ougi again. She clearly wasn't listening. The Doctor let Ougi and Vincent play off one another. So long as they weren't directly causing too much damage, she didn't feel a need to keep an eye on them. Instead, she noticed Spinel appear. It was a very energetic blinker that worried her most. "Naming," The Doctor considered. "I don't see an issue with that." Naming was a good way to call attention to something later. As it was, it might keep The Doctor calm and thinking about something other than Weeping Angels. It at least seemed likely after this long without them moving that they weren't going to do it. She'd just have to relax a bit. Right? "I'm not sure about lookin' over anything. So long as ya stay close to the group it'll probably be alright." |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 17, 2020 8:41:35 GMT -5
(I love spinel)
Ougi - statue room- vincent, spinel, the doctor
“I think they’re charming. This one looks like a friend of mine,” Ougi answered Vincent, pointing to what looked like a Roman soldier who was hardly likely to be a friend of Ougi’s in modern Japan. “What do you think?” she prompted, now that she had led with her entirely throwaway response.
When Spinel blinked in, Ougi turned her head to watch them approach the wall. “Names...” She couldn’t help but think about naming oddities, just like she was almost destroyed once when her name was said. She wondered if it would work in the case that these were monster statues. At that, Ougi turned toward The Doctor and Spinel and pointed to the nearest statue, the Roman soldier.
“Okay then, what’s this one’s name?” she asked Spinel. They would probably be the best name-giver, and it felt weird for Ougi to be the one to kill another oddity—in the event it would work that way. It would feel like betrayal.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 17, 2020 17:23:59 GMT -5
L noticed the lack of a nickname, and his eyes widened ever so slightly, his gaze almost, almost hurt as he stared into Myrnin’s green eyes. Then the expression was gone, as though it had never been there at all, and he was back to his cool and collected self, still tensed but not as tensed as before. Truthfully, he was beginning to think this room wasn’t going to end up as a fight this time. With his history of rooms with Myrnin, that had seemed unlikely, but then again the House did enjoy doing the opposite of what you expected it to do. Were they really supposed to just talk? “Perhaps.” He conceded, reaching for the block tower. His pale fingers paused half an inch from the wood, his eyes not on the tower at all but on the vampire. “But you acted without thinking.” He went on, his voice a little stronger this time. “And you didn’t ask for help. You never ask anyone for help.” It was a statement, not a condemnation, but it could be misread and he knew it. He waved away the apology. “I may have acted impulsively in that room as well. I thought...perhaps I wanted to think it was you. It would have been much simpler that way, and I would have been right. I’ve never told you, but I hate being wrong.” He listened to what Myrnin said next, his head gently inclined to one side. “You’re correct. I decided that it was a mystery, and a mystery must have a culprit. Though I didn’t decide there was only one. That was an assumption many of the others made, and I didn’t challenge it because I didn’t see the need to. If there was more than one, they had likely worked together and I could find that out after we’d captured one of them. But that’s not relevant anymore. He met Myrnin’s eyes, and removed a block from the tower. The tower itself slid slightly to one side, so that the top have was no longer facing the same direction as the bottom, but it didn’t fall. “It’s killing me.” He stated. “Not knowing. Knowing that I probably never will. I don’t...I hate bad endings.” (Apologizes for the length whoops ) |
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Post by Sησω on Mar 17, 2020 20:44:20 GMT -5
(Cool! Did you want me to start?) (I'd be fine starting! I'll have to wait until tomorrow to write the post, though. It's late in my timezone and I'm worried that it'll look like a scrambled mess if I write it now. ^^') |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Mar 18, 2020 13:11:55 GMT -5
Orpheus | Living Room (Time Warp) | ~∂єѕтιиу So Orpheus had been right about other blinkers from Earth. He wanted to meet more of them, ask more questions, but… well, that would come later, he assumed. When he met more people. For now, he was going to focus on this interaction with Atreus, who seemed at least a little bit excited to have someone new to talk to. Orpheus could understand that. “Midgard,” Orpheus repeated, thinking about that for a moment. He hadn’t heard of it before, but if Atreus said it was similar to Earth he would believe that. “Well… I suppose my Earth has a little bit of magic,” he allowed. “We don’t tend to call it that, though. It’s mostly the gods and their ancestors and descendants who control things, and the rest of us live in the world they make. It’s not a bad way to live, though,” he added, in case it sounded like he was saying anything bad about the gods. “The thing is, most of us don’t really interact with that magic at all. What is magic on Midgard like?” Atreus tilted his head, watching to see if Orpheus showed any recognition for the words he spoke. After a moment, he decided that the man hadn’t seemed to, and, thankfully, it hadn’t deterred him from continuing the conversation. The mentions of the gods on Earth immediately caught his attention, causing his feet to halt as he allowed Orpheus to finish. “The gods created the realms and the magic within each, though, not all magic is still godly at its face. My father believes there’s actually a lot that lies outside the reach of the gods, but he never tells me why...so I guess I don’t really know about all of it.” He scrunched you his nose slightly, blatantly put off by the thought of his father’s beliefs. He looked up once again, appreciative to be talking to someone who shared his more trusting ideology. “The world you describe is different than of any of the nine realms, does that mean it doesn’t come from the blood of Ymir?” |
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Post by Sησω on Mar 18, 2020 20:15:58 GMT -5
[ Arcelia || St. Patrick's Day Room || mintedstar/fur ]Arcelia felt the breeze against her scales as she stepped through the door. At last, she thought to herself, breathing out a sigh of relief. She'd chosen the right door - she'd found her way outside. However, her joy was short-lived. When she looked around, she was taken by surprise. She wasn't in the snowy wood. Instead, she was in a strange field. Like most fields, there was grass. But that wasn't all - ia few meters in front of her were a few strange, monolithic stones. Was this place still a part of the magic house? Not only was the season in this place different than where she'd come from, as it appeared to be spring, but the scenery was totally different. There were no places like this anywhere near her forest. It must be some sort of magic trick, she thought, thinking back to what the human boy had said about "rooms" in the hallway. This must've been why there were so many doors. They all led to tricks like this. When she came to this realization, she began to hope that she wasn't trapped. She turned around, hoping to find the door she'd stepped through, but instead, she was greeted with more field. There was no door in sight. Her fear was true - she was indeed trapped. Great, she thought, sighing in defeat. How would she ever get out of here? At this rate, she'd starve to death in this place. She was lost, hungry, and confused. Her sense of dread grew as Sam appeared in front of her. Not again, she thought with another sigh. This was getting worse by the minute. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Mar 19, 2020 19:52:21 GMT -5
Vincent - Statue Room
(Sorry I took a while)
Vincent gave Ougi a curious look as she spoke her answer, seeming to find some interest in the information she revealed. His attention was turned towards the statues as she asked for his opinion, and he only cast her a brief glance to respond. “What’s the purpose of that?” He wondered aloud, looking at her only out of curiosity if she was catching onto what he was suggesting. Any sentiment that came from recognition seemed like foolish entertainment for some in the room, but by he supposed it could serve a purpose if the statutes would go beyond just standing idle. He wasn’t really sure...perhaps Ougi cared more for the figure than what she was letting on. He supposed it would depend on who he found for him, or if he did at all.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 19, 2020 20:02:42 GMT -5
[ Arcelia || St. Patrick's Day Room || mintedstar/fur ]Arcelia felt the breeze against her scales as she stepped through the door. At last, she thought to herself, breathing out a sigh of relief. She'd chosen the right door - she'd found her way outside. However, her joy was short-lived. When she looked around, she was taken by surprise. She wasn't in the snowy wood. Instead, she was in a strange field. Like most fields, there was grass. But that wasn't all - ia few meters in front of her were a few strange, monolithic stones. Was this place still a part of the magic house? Not only was the season in this place different than where she'd come from, as it appeared to be spring, but the scenery was totally different. There were no places like this anywhere near her forest. It must be some sort of magic trick, she thought, thinking back to what the human boy had said about "rooms" in the hallway. This must've been why there were so many doors. They all led to tricks like this. When she came to this realization, she began to hope that she wasn't trapped. She turned around, hoping to find the door she'd stepped through, but instead, she was greeted with more field. There was no door in sight. Her fear was true - she was indeed trapped. Great, she thought, sighing in defeat. How would she ever get out of here? At this rate, she'd starve to death in this place. She was lost, hungry, and confused. Her sense of dread grew as Sam appeared in front of her. Not again, she thought with another sigh. This was getting worse by the minute. Stepping out of a building into the open shocked Sam. He hadn't expected this to be an open area. He looked at the stones ahead and frowned. What were they? He scrambled around a bit, trying to work out why they looked familiar. He wasn't sure. Then it clicked. "Ah! Stonehenge," he said. He looked down and back at the dragon. "See. I told you it wasn't a way out." He wasn't sure how he was supposed to get her to listen to him. He looked back at the rocks again, frowning. What were they supposed to do? "Should we head for them?" he asked, pointing toward Stonehenge. "There's probably something over there that we have to find if the House has us appearing here." |
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Post by strider on Mar 19, 2020 23:42:46 GMT -5
Everything Atreus was talking about was pretty foreign to Orpheus, but he figured that was to be expected. That was exciting. Everything he learned here that he didn’t know on his world was just… more inspiration for songs and poems and epics. If he was allowed to use these people’s stories. Although he wouldn’t ever share them, it felt like it was something special to have the power to take stories from other worlds and bring them into his own. To keep these people’s legacy alive in a world they would never see, hear, or touch. “So there are people in your world who have magic that wasn’t given to them by the gods?” Orpheus asked for clarification. It seemed that the boy didn’t necessarily agree with his father’s beliefs, but that wasn’t a conversation Orpheus wanted to force him to have right away. Or ever, really… that was Atreus’ personal life, something Orpheus didn’t want to pry into without permission. “I… I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of the blood of Ymir,” he added, smiling softly. “No, my world is a Titan herself, the Earth we step on is a goddess of sorts, I suppose.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 20, 2020 4:51:31 GMT -5
The snowball hit home, but this was because Myrnin had wanted to. He laughed. Snow fell away from his shoulder. He took two of his own snowballs and tossed them at Eises, rolling away. He looked happy. Active and playing with reckless abandon. He darted through some of the status of ice, which either scattered away from him or ran with him. The vampire was running at what might have been counted as normal speeds, yelling over his shoulder as he did, "Nope! Doesn't burn! Neither does this!" He made a cross with both fingers, not paying attention. A ice sculpture pig was directly in his path when he wasn't paying attention and he tumbled over backwards, scrambling excitedly as he did. He popped back up a second later, the ice sculpture moving aside. Myrnin had a handful of snow now, looking giddy. "And yep!" he continued to say to Eises. "Hiding! I'm awful at it. Catch!" Or rather, dodge, since he tossed the snowball as he said it. He was moving again, jumping a bit higher than a human when an ice sculpture didn't move fast enough, and trying to more actively avoid getting hit. "And you ate Egg and pork and tomatoes and onions and too much peppers!" he called as he dodged behind a tree. He snickered, pressing himself into the bark, gathering up more snowballs and throwing them with random glee as he came out from behind it. There wasn't much more to do other than keep up the running. He was having a great time though. He finally stopped, snow sweeping up around him as he pressed himself flat to the snow suddenly, hoping that Eises hadn't seen him since he'd been behind some ice sculptures. Who were moving, but he wanted to see if he could surprise her. He was coated in enough snow for it. A snow Myrnin. Hiding from an ice Eises. This was going pretty well! Eises allowed half of the snow balls land on her. In a regular battle, she was the type to dodge projectiles with ease and focus, but this was an entirely different matter. She wasn't at risk over losing an arm or an head, so there was no need for paying extra attention or jumping around like her life depended on it. In fact, Eises enjoyed the feeling of the crisp snow hitting and cooling her skin. Eises tilted her head at the cross Myrnin made with his fingers, trying to figure out why the letter T would burn him. Immediately, her face was met with a pile of a snow. Not paying attention caught up to her however, when she rammed right into an ice-goat. The wolf fell backwards for a bit before it headbutted her. She was dazed for a second before jumping back on her feet, immediately throwing another snow ball, and not letting the angry goat get in the way of her fun. She half-watched as the goat ran over the Myrnin before ducking to avoid another snow ball. " Too much? Don't tell me you can't handle spices!" An ice monkey, different from before, landed on her shoulder with a pile of snow balls in his arms. He decided to help Eises by joining her and throwing them at Myrnin. She crouched to pick up more mounds as quick as she could. Another ball of snow landed on her face, and after she wiped it from her eyes, she could no longer tell where Myrnin was. She narrowed her eyes, scanning the snow to see if he was just standing very still. All of the snow and ice sculptures were interfering with her ability to sniff him out. Maybe if she really went wolf-mode, she could smell him. But where was the fun in that? Myrnin took great joy in dodging any of the snow that Eises used against him, but that didn't mean that he completely avoided any of them. He couldn't feel the cold of the snow against him, but he enjoyed the sport of occasionally getting hit by a soft projectile just to show good sportsmanship. He hadn't responded to her question about spices. He could handle them, he just didn't like them. It was the difference not of taste as much as stimulant. The extreme whatever food it was gave him too many things to focus on. Like eating the oreo cookies that had blinked in with someone once. They were just To Much. Eises didn't need to know that though. Plus, maybe Myrnin wasn't talking to her? Maybe he was trying to hide and see if he could surprise her. A ice sculpture cow licked at one of his shoes once and then decided to move on. Myrnin remained still, very small slits of green eyes peeking out through the snow to try and catch a glimpse of where Eises was without actually giving away his hiding place. He just wanted to wait, then he wanted to see if he could surprise her with a bunch of snowballs. But he needed her to be closer for that. She wasn't very close yet. Come on, he thought. Come and find me.An ice ferret ran over him without seeming to notice he was here. Little paws pressed into his spine. Come find me before a rhino steps on me, Myrnin added. |
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Post by Sησω on Mar 20, 2020 14:32:04 GMT -5
[ Arcelia || St. Patrick's Day Room || mintedstar/fur ]The young dragon wanted to run, but she didn't know where to run. She didn't know where she was, and she didn't know how she'd ever get back home. This is hopeless, she thought to herself. Turning to the boy - the only thing she could think of doing - she watched as he approached the mysterious monoliths. He seemed to know where they were - a place called "Stonehenge". Arcelia was still quite cautious of him, but in response to his question, she moved a few paces toward the rocks. Do you know where this place is? she wanted to ask. However, based on her experiences in the hallway and living room, she doubted that he would give a helpful answer. |
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Post by Longclaw511 on Mar 20, 2020 19:34:20 GMT -5
Hi guys. I don’t want to be part of the rp but I’m from the original website and I think I was part of this rp a long time ago and I just wanted to say I’m surprised on how many people still rp and stuff it’s really cool to see  . Ok that’s all I’ll prolly be on here sometime next year again )) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 21, 2020 3:27:05 GMT -5
(Ah. Hello. *waves* )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 21, 2020 3:39:02 GMT -5
"I really think we should find a way outta here," The Doctor muttered. But she didn't say it very loudly. It was likely that with the current body of blinkers currently in this room she wouldn't be very convincing. Either way, she didn't feel like staying silent. Staying silent resulted in inaction. She shifted so her back was to Ougi and Vincent. It wasn't a sign of trust that she liked giving, but she at least assumed one or both of them would give some sort of comment is a statue suddenly move and then froze in a different placement than before. It was at least what she hoped. She scanned the edge of the area with a careful eye. Had any of the statues moved? She had a good mind, but she couldn't be sure. "Have any of the statues shifted?" she asked. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 21, 2020 3:47:10 GMT -5
Sam | St. Patrick's Day Room | Sησω"I'm not exactly sure if this room has a point," said Sam. He glanced, very briefly, over his shoulder. His looked Arcelia over carefully and then continued walking. "I just know it's green and pretty open." The skin along the back of Sam's hands prickled a little, but they weren't burning up under the sun. He looked down at Sam's hands and then blinked up at the sun. The room must have been making accommodations for a vampire. "Stonehenge is in Ireland," he said. "They're an important ... monument, I guess you'd call it." That was pretty much the extent of what he knew of it. The shadows of the stones were almost casting over them now. Sam looked up, just a bit awed. "Well, guess poke around for an exit." (Should we have them look for St. Patrick's Day themed stuff?) |
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. Ok that’s all I’ll prolly be on here sometime next year again ))