Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 18, 2020 18:43:33 GMT -5
Victoria looked around, trying to see anyone else she knew. Maybe they could all form a "friends" group. They would need some stuff, too. "I thought people would still try to work it out a bit first." She admitted, watching people rush for weapons. The wolf looked down, seeing some backpacks and supplies littered around. She could help carry stuff!
"Mmhmm." The wolf sounded relieved, and she darted over, pressing her head against the woman's hand to be pet. "Yeah, I just wanna keep going through the House stuff and I guess we just kinda see what happens, 'cause I dunno if we can really do much about it 'cause we can just kinda do what we can do, y'know?"
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Apr 18, 2020 18:54:47 GMT -5
Shade sighed and half crouched, nodding along with the wolves' statement and feeling a brief pang in her chest. "Yeah... I guess some of us are just more paranoid than others," she mumbled. It was kind of shocking, really; she'd expected everyone to be on board with the pacifist style of handling things, given the relationships everyone seemed to form. Not just hers personally, either; she'd seen the friendships people made here. The touch of fur on her hand made her look down again and she smiled, going to scratch behind her ears. Gently, but still using the ends of her nails to get the good scratch. The wolves' next statement was... a bit difficult to follow along with, but it was cute and frankly, she didn't mind. Laughing softly, she nodded. "Yeah, I know. Well, should we go and get some supplies then? Maybe we can hand a few things out while we dig around," she suggested. "Oh! Whats your name, pup?" she asked, angling her ears toward her.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Apr 18, 2020 21:38:02 GMT -5
HG room - Hook and Vince CloverleafHook lowered his gaze quickly, attempting to spare himself from having to see Shade’s reaction. He knew there was an unfair amount for her to deduce from his behavior, but he didn’t have time to try and explain himself to her. At best, he could only hope she cursed his name and stayed focus on the task at hand. But he really didn’t want that either...shit; he needed to focus too. He only had a few moments to think of a plan, and with his perception phasing in and out of existence, he seemed to be loosing time faster than he’d anticipated. The countdown had gotten down to the twenties without him ever hearing the forties and thirties - and sudden number jump made the pirate exhale sharply, cursing under his breath. With this jolt of realization, came the slow ease of his clenched fist, and the stubborn decision to stop letting himself get distracted. He knew he would need a way to defend himself - something with reach beyond that of his hook - but it would seem all available weapons sat directly between him and Shade for the moment. Unfortunate as that was, he would just have to leave them behind for now - and, while he didn’t like to consider it, if this all worked out like he expected; he’d get supplies off someone soon enough. If he stuck around too long, waiting for the space to clear out, he was just going to give Shade a better opportunity to grab onto him. So it would seem he needed to run and get somewhere he could stay low...at least until the House decided to have its fun. ten...nine...eight... With the final numbers coming closer, he instinctively lifted his gaze toward Shade, gambling on the hope she was smart enough to not be trying to catch his gaze. He couldn’t suppress a small tug of satisfaction on his mouth, relieved to see that she looked ready. That was good, because he desperately needed her to survive - and he knew she could. With them apart, and without him acting as a magnet for negative attention, he knew she would be able to hold her own. If she stayed okay after this maybe he could explain to her what he was thinking... or maybe halfway through he’d feel safe enough to find her again and tell her then. Or maybe he was already doomed to loose her again. two...oneDammit. Tearing his eyes off her, he pushed himself off the pedestal in the opposite direction of the cornucopia and disappeared into the cover of the woods. The underbrush was thick, but the tangled plant life went completely unnoticed for a distance before he gained comfortable enough ground to catch his breath. Looking around, he noticed that he’d made quiet a trail due to that fact he wasn’t well trained in frolicking about to avoid crushing whatever was under his boot. If this was his world, his usual reckless antics would be acceptable, but this was certainly not his world. He took a level breath, finally pushing the ringing of the starting buzzer out of his ears, and started off on a new path. He now treaded carefully, doing what he could to avoid putting his foot anywhere that would leave traceable damage and holding his breath so he could hear every sound. — Pale eyes turned toward Myrnin as the vampire shouted a familiar name, which them directed Vincent’s attention to Hange. They seemed...off. Perhaps that would be a problem later. Either way, he didn’t have time to worry about it, as the timer was running out painfully quick. He hadn’t managed to calm the subtle twitch in his knee before it was time to move, though he didn’t hesitate while pushing off the anxious limb. He lunged towards the pile of weapons at full speed, skidding to a stop as his hands swept across the ground towards a weapon holster of some kind, his momentum then utilized to bring him back up into his stance all in one motion. With a few dazed paces backwards, he’d turned himself so he faced most of the action; refusing to hesitate too long before he spun the holster around in his hands and grabbed out the first thing that glittered. Knives...knives were exactly what he’d been hoping for. A grin hit his lips, and he turned his eye across the others, spinning the sharp tool in his fingers as he watched Enjolras jog up next to him. It was lucky for the Frenchman that he was an individual professionally trained not to panic, otherwise the poor man might have a knife through his skull for approaching without him noticing. “Hey,” he said sharply, offering a smirk as he pulled his arm through the holster, taking a quick glance down to note the two other sheathed blades. He paused for a moment, and eyed the scene behind Enjolras, taking a mental count of who he could see. When he looked back to the Frenchman, he lifted his index finger off his weapon to show his innocent intent, though his pale eyes were watching his every movement. “Grab something and let’s move,” he spoke with a smirk hovering on his lips as he waited for him to react, ready to defend himself if he ended up not liking his offer.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Apr 18, 2020 21:54:10 GMT -5
After a moment of so of giving Victoria a good pet, Shade followed her lead and went to go and grab a few things. Not too many, she decided; since there were others that would need them. A knife, a two small pouches with who knows what in them, and a satchel. Good, good... She looked back at her new canine friend and nodded at her with the bag. "I'm Shade, its very nice to meet you Victoria!" she said, giving her another gentle pat on the head, then looked at the other supplies in their immediate vicinity. "Maybe we could space these out for other people, so they don't have to stress so much about grabbing them," she suggested, already reaching for a few more bags.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 18, 2020 22:01:25 GMT -5
The Doctor | Hunger Games Room | Addressing Ononoki and running after Gin The clock ticked down and all The Doctor could feel was numb. Everyone seemed to know what was going on - she knew what was going on. But the reactions ... she knew what this was like. She'd seen it in the Time Wars. She recognized the look in the blinkers' eyes too. Their were blinkers here who she'd call friends, and she looked around at them and she didn't know them. At all. A cold feeling fluttered in her chest. She wasn't afraid, no more than she usually would have been given the situation. She just felt powerless. She couldn't change this many people. The timer stopped. The room went crazy. The Doctor stayed on her platform, her breath caught in her throat. It was difficult for her brain to work, and then it was rushing, brimming with thoughts that collected like bats in her head, flocking into a black, howling cloud before exploding outward. She didn't notice she was running until she was. Not toward the center of the arena, but away from it, toward the edge. She couldn't do anything. She couldn't stop them here. She had to go, she had to work out where people were, and she had to talk to them individually. It was mob rule and terror right now. Nothing she'd say would get through. It was Ononoki and, a lot further away, Gin who she ran after. She could have moved past the child she had briefly met before. It was likely that her original assumption that she wasn't all that met the eye would keep her safe here. But she couldn't risk it. The Doctor pulled up her pace, holding out her hand. She was still traveling after Gin, but even still, she reached out. "Come with me?" she offered, already a bit breathless, but clearly prepared to run as long as she needed to.
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Apr 18, 2020 22:15:55 GMT -5
Eddie | Viewing Room | THE BLOODBATH |strider A brutal reality presented itself in front of Eddie who was glued to the screen. Whoever was truly behind it would find their neck in his hands. That sentiment radiated around him hazel eyes painfully wrenched away from the trial unfolding. Noting a shape in the peripheral of his vision he grabbed it in a heartbeat. “Like hell you’re getting away with this!” He couldn’t be bothered addressing the voice directly if it didn’t treat them like actual people. Yelling out bitterly in protest the chair in his grasp was haphazardly flung at the monitor he had been previously facing. The force used should have been enough yet the white seat merely bounced back to where it had been placed previously. An energized wave of blue light emanates from the furniture and walls causing no harm but to set the chair back in its place. Eddie stepped back in alarm raising his hands in defense, his show of rebellion and force amounting to nothing. That’s when the voice from earlier came back to life blacking out the screens promptly. Due to our code of conduct, any use of physical force will be nullified within the premises until further notice. This has been brought up in concerns of the nature of the mature content displayed. Thank you for your time and understanding, viewer.
The words fell on deaf ears as the dishonored reporter gawked in disbelief grabbing the chair one more time slowly tapping the screen. Just like that what had occured merely seconds ago the voice repeated itself proving the idea that breaking out of here was useless. “You have to be kidding…” A second or two the screens turned back on only now did they see a few people making a beeline to the forest. Disillusioned, he turned his back on the rectangular screen now facing platters of food on catering stands, more chairs, and a man who was hopeless as himself. Around the man was a guitar leading him to think he must have been a performer of sorts. There were plenty of those back home, a shame he’d been pulled into the same mess as the others.”You must have had some friends down there.” He bit his lip, regret detailed his exterior, “Not that I’m calling you bluff for having a few pals!” Eddie raised his hands in the case the stranger would lash out. “ Definitely not, nope, its just….okay, allow me to refrain. It's bad enough we can’t do much but we gotta at least do something sometime, yeah?” Bumbling over words were his speciality, a critical critique a few close to him would nag him about.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 18, 2020 22:45:55 GMT -5
Myrnin | Hunger Games Room | He's honestly addressing no one, but mentions a whole lot of people (L, Nico, Kelsier, Hange, Enji, and Vincent) For the briefest second before the count down finished, Myrnin met L's eyes. He wasn't reassured. The sick feeling in his chest, like he wanted to be sick, wouldn't stop being there. It wouldn't go away. He could see everyone here and nearly all of them were his friends. Could he really do this again? Could he be him again? The sane vampire who cared whether his friends lived or died but did this over and over again? Could he do this and still come out of it each time with what was left of his sanity in tact. Then the timer was over, like the frozen portion of him mind had finally decided it was fake and succumbed. Everyone moved, like the corpses they might soon be were haunting their steps. "Hange!" Myrnin shouted after the other vampire, stepping forward without thinking about it, hand up as if to stop them. But they were gone, already blurring away like a spooked animal. Removing themself from danger, but also removing themself from help. Someone would have to catch them. Myrnin only trusted himself to do that. He wasn't good at responsibility, not where it counted, but he couldn't let such a young vampire face what they were facing already. And yet ... He turned back, looking over the scramble of people. He didn't really need a weapon. But there was something he needed to get. His form blurred. The air practically crackled with his passing. He beat Enjolras there, but only just. Didn't matter if he did, Vincent had already gotten to all the knives. Apart from the one Nico held. He tried not to look at Nico, or Vincent, or L. There were a lot of people which he was trying not to look at. This would have been easier if they were all strangers. This would have been easier if there wasn't so much that he felt he had to do. There were children here. Just like there always were. He wanted to cry. But instead he dug through the weapons and supplies. He don't think there would be much left very soon. There wasn't a lot now. But after a second, by a stinging in his hand that almost caused him to scream, he found what he was looking for. The knife, maybe one of the last ones, blade was silver, as well as the inlay in the handle. He pulled it out as quickly as possible, wrapping it up in his coat. His other hand pulled out a short sword, or as close to one as he could find. He wasn't sure what it was, but it balanced well in his hand. He wasn't worried as he stood. If someone tried to attack him, he would defend himself. As he looked at L, that was really all he could promise. To be docile, for now. But the panic and the sadness and the darkness was bubbling up in him and he could feel that his attention was drifting over everyone here. Nico. And whoever the other man was. His lips parted, as if to say something to Nico, but he couldn't really connect what he was feeling in his heart to his throat. He was having difficulty working out his emotions, like they were overpoweringly different. They were just ... drifting. Drifting everywhere. He looked at the man, and Nico.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Apr 18, 2020 23:25:04 GMT -5
Aizawa | Hunger Games | yall
As the countdown ended, Aizawa remained on his pedestal. His gaze tracked those who ran and the directions they took off in. Stowing that information away for later, he turned his attention to those who had ran to the supplies. They were likely the ones he had to look out for, having chosen fight over flight. His eyes narrowed slightly. Granted, some of them may be getting protection and other supplies, but he held onto his reservations, noting the weapons taken.
Nobody had bothered with his capture weapon, which he could see wound in a loose circle half buried under the other supplies. Even if someone took it, they wouldn't be able to use it. It would be easy to steal it back. For now, however, his focus was on supplies. The kids needed help, especially since the majority of them had fled. Food, water, medical supplies, and something to defend themselves with. Sinking into a comfortable crouch upon his pedestal, Aizawa waited for the others to clear out.
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Daud | Hunger Games | yall
Daud vanished the second the countdown ended, reappearing at the treeline. Ducking into the shadows, he scanned the canopy for tall, thick branches. People didn't look up. He'd been working as an assassin long enough to know that people rarely thought to do so. Selecting a branch, Daud half climbed, half transversed up to it. From his perch, he had a clear view of the supplies and blinkers, and was obscured from sight by the thick leaves.
Eyes narrowed, he tracked the blinkers, watching a few run into the forest without even trying for supplies. The rest approached the pile at varying speeds. Some desperate, some calculated, and one collected. The Frenchman interested Daud. Not only was he powerless, but he walked to the supplies while everyone else sprinted. Did he plan to defend himself? Or was he trying to talk everyone out of bloodshed? Daud shifted slightly, wishing he could hear them, but watching curiously nonetheless.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 18, 2020 23:32:46 GMT -5
Ononoki - Hunger Games Room - The Doctor
After nearly reaching the towering forest treeline, Ononoki sensed the presence of someone else near her. It was closer than all the others in this immense arena, whose auras she could sense at varying intensities. No, this person was right next to her. The way she reacted might even make it seem as though Ononoki didn't notice The Doctor until she was already within striking distance. Happy--if you could call it that, from the doll girl--to see the familiar face so close now instead of on a distant platform, she hastened her step; instead of meandering slowly, she was now at a mild stroll to keep better pace with The Doctor's run. Less eerie child abducted by aliens and more speed-walking in the park.
"Are you running from something, Time Lady?" she asked, voice as level as her galoshes' perfectly paced steps. She moved like an advanced robot, glancing over her shoulder behind them both but seeing no one chasing after the other blinker. Many rushing figures scattered both toward and away from the cornucopia, and some were already engaging. Based on sheer numbers, it was very possible people were already killed a mere minute into the fight. It was only after she checked behind her that she decided to look ahead again and noticed Gin. She began to rethink her question to The Doctor. "Are you chasing someone?" Then the rusty gears in Ononoki's head cranked one last time and her green gaze seemed to focus on nothing in particular. They were crossing the treeline now and suddenly enveloped in dappled shadow, but it provided little cover considering Ononoki's bright colors. She might as well have been dressed as a poisonous fish, advertising itself as dangerous but nonetheless advertising its existence loudly to everyone else in the area. "...Are you chasing me, Time Lady? Please don't kill me." All the while she kept in step, not making any motion to back away from the fellow contestant in the case that she was about to be attacked.
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 18, 2020 23:35:15 GMT -5
Enjolras looked over at Myrnin, posture tense as the person who's name he'd called took off like a streak, unnaturally fast. They seemed extremely dangerous, and not someone Enjolras wanted to happen upon in the woods. People were scattering, and the situation was quickly becoming real. There would be no calm discussion or pretense of ignoring the House's wishes. Best to get some weapons and then get out of there. He stepped inside the cornucopia. As Vincent spoke sharply Enjolras stopped, seeing clearly the multiple knives he held. He backed up. It felt nice to have a wall at his back, to know that no one could sneak up on him.
He flashed his own hands up in response to Vincent, mirroring his meaning, then took in his offer. If he wasn't on Vincent's side, the other man had no reason not to use those new-found knives on him.
It was stupid not to team up, right?
"Right." Enjolras answered, picking up a pack that likely had supplies in it and slinging it over his shoulder. He picked up a sheathed sword, and slid it out a few inches. Razor sharp. It wasn't like he was going to go after anyone, he reminded himself. It was just in case. "We'd better get out of here before the others start finding out where the weapons are."
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Apr 18, 2020 23:58:32 GMT -5
Vincent - Lodge Hall - Iceclaw Vincent tilted his head as the man acknowledged him, a skeptical smirk playing across his face. “Don’t act you don’t have any idea,” he said lightly. He cast a glance at the man’s hands, frowning slightly to himself. It was a shame he’d gotten so caught up in such a tiny detail during the case; he’d gotten lucky that the results of the room had been enjoyable enough they couldn’t leave him too disappointed he hadn’t caught the culprit. Regardless of what he’d missed at the scene, Myrnin’s behavior after the room’s completion had given him an insight he couldn’t have gotten any other way - an insight that had lead him here, in front of this stranger, with complete confidence. “How about you tell me about it; if you feel that we are - safely - free of the more severe consequences.” He smiled, pale eyes fixed on the assassin as he spoke. He didn’t wait for the man to confirm or deny that he was comfortable with the conversation, as he had suggested would, and instead kept talking. “Where do you think people would’ve looked if they found him as clean as you originally finished him? Is that what you were thinking when you did all that after he was already dead?” He spoke as if he knew that answer, still wearing a curious smirk. Daud | Lodge Hall | VincentAmusement flickered through Daud. He did enjoy how crafty Vincent was. He shrugged slightly, stepping past Vincent. "I'm not sure," he said. "I believe you would know the most, being the killer." He stopped, turning slightly toward Vincent with a gleam in his eye. "I will ask again. What do you want?" The question was different this time. More emphasized, as though Daud were speaking in more general terms. He was curious. He wanted to know what Vincent's goals were here in the House, or if he even had any. They both knew he had killed Joey. Vincent didn't seem the type to hold useless grudges. Daud was fairly certain the other man would have also framed someone else had he done it. Therefore he would understand and they could both move onto more important manners.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Apr 19, 2020 0:00:10 GMT -5
HG Room - Vincent - CloverleafVincent dipped his head as Enjolras accepted his offer, though there was a suspicious grin lingering on his lips as he studied the man. His eyes followed him closely as he moved to retrieve some supplies, his gaze focused on his feet while he was bent over, and then on his knuckles as he stood to full height. It took him a moment to find the man’s face, and once he found it he tilted his head with a smirk. “Okay,” he said lightly, bringing himself upright. He paused briefly, then slid one of his feet so it pointed towards the woods. He seemed to be inviting the Frenchman to go in front of him, but he knew such an offer would only be taken by a fool, so he peeled off a few feet and spun his blade in his hand. “Keep your eyes forward,” he said, starting a retreat backwards. He was mostly moving sideways, shuffling and back peddling inconsistently as his gaze remained locked on the others standing around the cornucopia. Something had to happen. Someone was going to initiate something....and he needed to see it. “Come on,” he ordered to his new ally sharply, quickening his pace towards the woods while he was still unable to pull his gaze away from the others. He needed Enjolras at his side so he could watch his back, and maybe the man could think he was watching his. A smile tested on his lips as he anxiously waited, muttering silent words of encouragement in anticipation for the first blood.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Apr 19, 2020 0:41:01 GMT -5
More Lodge in April - Vincent - IceclawVincent chuckled to himself as Daud moved past him, an innocent seeming gaze trailing after the assassin; though pale eyes were tracking his every moment. “Do you find the final vote against me interesting as well, then?” He mused, humoring the man a little longer. He did find it admirable how subtle Daud had made it that he’d waited for the majority to be pinned on someone else before voting. His patience is what got him off the hook, after all. If he hadn’t already had eyes on the man, he likely wouldn’t have thought much of it, and he was sure the other idiots in the room hadn’t spared it a second thought. He came a stop, staring forward with a smile for a prolonged moment before he looked at the man. His eyebrow quirked slightly, an a chuckle erupted from him as he turned to face him directly. Skinnier, and not armed to defend himself, the blond slipped his hands in his pockets and stepped closer. His laughter melted slowly, and his expression eventually turned to one of confusion, and then sympathy. “Oh,” he said seriously, colorless eyes fixed on his company as he tilted his head. He quickly straightened, innocent look remaining. “What made you think you could take advantage of me for free?” He asked, his smile returning half way through his query. He paused, hands resting where they were. “Would you rather pay me off in time or...discuss it...now?” He trailed off, distracted by his inability to stop his grin. He had no idea how this could end, but he seemed far too amused to care.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Apr 19, 2020 1:10:44 GMT -5
Ravohyr | Acid Parkour | ~∂єѕтιиу After swinging about on the rope for a moment or two, he hopped back onto the first platform with a quiet huff and a not too graceful landing, leaving him kneeling. Unknowing of Vincent's weird double-crossing innuendos, he went to scoop up his axe and slot it into the holster on his back again, only to pause and consider. His armor, regardless of how light and generally flexible, would be a hindrance. Sighing heavily, he pulled the holster off of his back and set it at his feet, then pulled off his chest plate and pauldrons. Well, there went fifty gold down the drain... And another fifty, when he removed the armor protecting his thighs, leaving him in trousers, shin guards, forearm guards, and his ivory undershirt. Which, of course to ensure flexibility, he pulled half of the way off and tied the sleeves around his torso. With all that done, he returned the holster to his back and secured the axe in its hold. This baby was enchanted to hell and back, he wasn't gonna loose it. He piled his armor neatly towards the middle of the platform, hoping that perhaps by some bizarre method it might follow him one way another. Looking back to Vincent, he noticed his tied up hair and made to do the same, looping it a few times and finishing it in a messy but sturdy bun. "Onward and outward," he agreed, striding ahead again to continue on in front and ensure his company's safety. The first series of ropes wasn't particularly difficult besides the jump at the end, requiring a bit of built up momentum to really make it. After that, a trail of odd, frightfully wobbly platforms that genuinely made Ravohyr question his own sanity. "Do you do this sort of thing often?" he asked, blatantly trying to make small talk, then following it up with a genuine question; "How're you faring?" Vincent | Acid Parkour | Shadepelt15 Vincent said nothing as he watched the elven man strip, pale eyes never finding purchase on anything else until the Ravohyr was finished. He maintained perfect posture throughout the whole affair, though he seemed to correct himself after lowering his head to watch the man retrieve his heavy axe. It seemed foolish to carry such a weapon for this kind of room, but he supposed sentiment was of value to some. He continued in his silence as the elf prompted the beginning of the process, following suit with only some visible reluctance. He paused before testing his weight on the first ropes, eyebrows raised slightly before he allowed himself to continue. If the house wanted to break the rope later down the line, there was nothing they could do about it, but it didn’t seem like the ropes were weak enough to snap naturally. Maybe even a hassle to cut through if such a thing was needed... He navigated the first set with little problem, joining Ravohyr on the other side of the jump in just a moment after the elf made it. He looked at him seriously at the question, slightly raising an eyebrow. At the follow up he offered a smirk, glancing towards the acid. “Have I fallen in yet?” He replied, softening his tone only slightly.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 19, 2020 1:18:52 GMT -5
Way back when, before they had spared each other’s lives, before that had even been an option, Kelsier had offered this same dagger to Nico. He had refused to take it, refused to kill Kelsier, then. The first step in whatever this had become. He’d had his sword, though, and Kelsier had known it. He hadn’t thought much about it then, but it was beginning to fall into place now. Kelsier could only be killed by this knife, as long as the House chose not to interfere. Which meant that as long as it was safely in Nico or Kelsier’s grasp, Kelsier was safe. So Nico needed to stop holding it out in the open for all to see. He tucked it into his waistband, hoping that would prevent others from attacking him for it. Still, it was better in Kelsier’s hands than it was Nico’s, because he wasn’t used to dealing with a glass weapon. His Stygian Iron was stronger than most other weapons – it rarely got dented, and there was no risk of it shattering. This glass dagger, though… based on Kelsier’s powers he understood why it was important, but it was still scary to have tucked into his belt, where it might shatter or splinter. He was just keeping it safe until he could get it back to its proper owner. Eyes scanning the chaos, he tried to keep track of who was grabbing weapons and who was running. It was harder than he cared to admit, and the more people came near him to get to the weapons pile, the more his tension grew. Where was Kelsier? His eyes caught on Myrnin, and it was all too clear that the vampire was avoiding his gaze. Myrnin had killed him before, though Nico didn’t remember it. That by itself didn’t mean much, because Kelsier had too. Somehow, he thought he trusted them both – though maybe, somehow, he trusted Kelsier more in a room like this. At least Kelsier seemed to dislike the House enough to not want to play into any of its games. Myrnin, it seemed, thought he could win if he kept playing the game. Nico had begun to wonder whether it worked like that at all. Finally, though, his eyes caught on Kelsier and they widened. There were no shadows immediately nearby that he could melt into. He would have to make a run for it. Jaw set in determination, he took a deep breath. There would have to be better shadows somewhere. There – in the middle of the weapon pile… it wasn’t ideal, but it would do. Nico steeled his nerves and began running, hoping he could make it to Kelsier in time for the man to retrieve his dagger before they headed off into the woods. Hopefully together. Perhaps alone. Either way, they would both survive this initial challenge. This wasn’t like the last room. Nico wasn’t going to die only minutes in.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 19, 2020 11:15:44 GMT -5
Hange | Arena pt. 2 | whoops |Hange made it several miles before they ran out of steam. They kept running as long as they could, but soon enough, the black at the edge of their vision started to creep closer to front and center, and their sprint turned first to a jog, then to a walk, then to more of a shuffling stumble. They kept at that for a while, stubbornly clinging to the instinct that they needed to be walking in this direction even though they'd long since forgotten why. But at some point, even that tenuous grasp on sanity slipped away from them, and they began to keen in different directions, forgetting where they were supposed to be going as the last shard of humanity vanished into a haze of broken, disjointed feelings and instincts that bore little resemblance to the Hange Zoe who usually inhabited the corpse now stumbling its way through the woods. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Hunt. Hunt. Hunt. Gin | Arena pt. 2 | Running away, mintedstar/fur and Razzle Dazzle |Gin could hear someone behind him, and he turned to see who it was, then stopped, eyes locking immediately onto the developing situation behind him. A child, standing still. A woman, running towards her. A disaster unfolding right in front of him. He didn't hesitate. Immediately, he began to run towards the child, intent on reaching her before the woman got there and did whatever it was she was planning to do. "HEY!" he called, desperately hoping he could catch the kid's attention. "RUN AWAY! DON'T LET HER GET CLOSE!"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 19, 2020 11:34:52 GMT -5
Hunger Games Room | Kelsier
There were so many people, and most of them were panicking. The moment Kelsier’s eyes landed on Nico, he was faced with two scenarios. One: Nico was looking to kill him and still thought the dagger was his only weakness. That seemed...possible, but only just. Hadn’t they saved each other’s lives? He reached into his pocket, touching the butterfly magnet that rested safely there, and shook his head slightly. He didn’t think Nico wanted him dead. That left scenario two: Nico was trying to communicate that he wanted to team up. In spite of everything, a smile slipped onto Kelsier’s hawk-like features, because he wanted to protect Nico from this, because he wanted to protect everyone. Chaos was erupting all around him, but no one was dead, not yet. Maybe no one had to die. Maybe, somehow, they could beat the House and prove that they were more than pieces of its game. He knew they were. Then his eyes caught on another man, staring at him and at Nico. He tensed, wariness seeping into his expression, expecting him to attack at any second. No. Kelsier wouldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let Nico die, not here, not again. Nico was coming towards him now. He turned, running for the boy, hoping against hope that he would make it there before the stranger with the silver knife did. He had to make it there first, he had to, or he would watch Nico die again. He couldn’t do that. Hunger Games Room | L
L’s eyes met Myrnin’s, dark and serious meeting green and sad. He wanted to reassure the vampire. He wanted so badly to believe in him, believe he was capable of doing the right thing here, but..,what was the right thing? If someone attacked L, would he fight back? Would he kill to defend his life? His world needed him. To die here was to abandon children to monsters, victims to their perpetrators, people who didn’t deserve any of it. Just like he was sure there were people here who didn’t deserve this. Scratch that. No one deserved this. The backpack felt heavy on his shoulders, and the chaos surrounding him felt like the pressure of an ocean in his head, drowning his thoughts and threatening to burst. He backed away as someone came close to him, and his eyes found Myrnin again, as though he couldn’t quite look away from the vampire for long. There was only one thing he could do. L Lawliet began to run towards Myrnin, a determined light to his thin features. He didn’t know what the vampire was going to do. He was going to find out. Hunger Games Room | Rue Rue was running as fast as she could, trying to escape the sounds breaking out behind her. She didn’t want to listen to her friends killing each other. She didn’t want to hear the sounds of weapons entering innocent bodies, or her friends thumping to the ground, lifeless and bleeding. So she ran. Finally she stumbled and went down. Everything around her was silent as death, not even the birds were singing as she fell her her hands and knees. Finally, the tears came, and she had to stuff her fist into her mouth to stifle the scream that rose up in her chest and threatened to suffocate her if she didn’t let it out. She didn’t know how long she lay there, screaming into her fist, small body shaking with sobs. In her mind flashed visions of people she knew dying, people she didn’t know falling lifeless to the ground. Eventually, when her tears ran out, Rue’s eyes closed and she fell asleep on the forest floor.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Apr 19, 2020 11:43:09 GMT -5
Daud | Lodge | Vincent
The vote against Vincent had explained much about the House and the relations of people within it. The room itself had been a gift, really, in letting him see the social structure of the place. "I find it interesting how quick they were to accuse you. Of course, you weren't trying very hard to seem innocent." He cocked his head at Vincent slightly. "Is it disturbing how quick they were to lynch you? Surely there were other signs, other clues, pointing elsewhere." He circled Vincent as he spoke, tone slow and deliberate. "You seem to think so at least." The corner of his mouth turned up in a faint, wry smirk. "Those who have power, who deem themselves morally above us all, they always seem to have the last word, don't they?"
He settled, cold, ice blue eyes meeting Vincent's. "There are certain perks to working with me," he said. "As long as you're interested."
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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 Apr 19, 2020 12:28:25 GMT -5
| Enjolras | Hunger Games Room | Leaving the cornucopia with Vincent | Enjolras stayed tense as he grabbed the supplies, never quite trusting the look in Vincent's eyes. At least in the beginning, it would make more sense for them to team up against the more powerful entities. But as time went on, Enjolras felt that it would be quite likely that Vincent would stab him in the back- figuratively or not. His gaze landed on some of the others, but the air was tense. Reaching out to speak with other people seemed... unwise. He retreated, sidestepping while still keeping a bit of an eye on the others. At Vincent's words he threw the man a sharp glance before returning his gaze to the others and sidestepping quickly away from the group. Having that bit of distance between the pair of them and everybody else felt safer. In contrast to Vincent's smirking and flickering gaze, Enjolras's expression was serious, trying to keep a stoic expression over anything that could be seen as fear. Vincent seemed to be brimming with anticipation, and Enjolras didn't trust the look on his face. "Let's get out of here, before any fighting breaks out."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Apr 19, 2020 14:43:55 GMT -5
Vincent | Lodge | IceclawVincent raised his eyebrow slightly, smirking as he listened to Daud speak. “Did it seem that way?” He mused in response to his comment on how poorly he conveyed his innocence - slightly cocking his head in the same direction as the man. His next words caught his attention, and he traced the assassins movements carefully with his eyes. There was a sense of danger within the predatory prowl the man took on, but the blond seemed largely unaffected by the underlying threat. If anything, he found Daud’s participation to be endearing, as it was making the dull man so much more worth talking to. “Hmm,” he said simply, eagerly focused on the man’s physical demeanor rather than his words. Pitying the idea of being someone weak and powerless, like himself, wasn’t going to do the man much good. In his world - and even more so in the House - his games were only worth playing if his opponent was someone more powerful than himself. If Daud thought the conclusion of that room was the ‘last word’ in any matter, the assassin was either incredibly foolish, or he was hoping that Vincent was. He met the man’s gaze, his smile unwavering. At his words, he slowly looked the man up and down, the air of distrust making the situation all the more worthwhile. “Explain,” he said, enticed by his peculiar wording.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Apr 19, 2020 15:25:32 GMT -5
Vincent | HG room | CloverleafThe distrust Enjolras had towards him was painfully obvious, but suspicion in a situation like this was more than fair. Still, he’d have to be careful in the long run or other man’s paranoia could end up getting him killed later. For now though, the keen eye the Frenchman kept in his direction just meant he was sane. So long as he stayed more useful than not, the man could at least be utilized for the day. The readable disliking was actually useful in a way, given that the comfortable distance between them was something he wanted to maintain as well. The pair and brought themselves to the edge of the forest now, and the thickening plant life brought the blond’s backwards decent to a firm pause. His eyes stayed eyes locked, “wait.” He spoke under his breath, seemingly aimed towards his company despite his words being only faintly audible. In a lazy effort to appease the man, and his obvious desires to slip into the tree cover, Vincent took a few more steps into the shadows of the trees overhead; though he wasn’t ready to depart yet. As he heard the man speak, he looked at the Frenchman seriously, more adamant than before though expression still tempted by a look of excitement. “Let’s see how this works,” he prompted, tossing a nod in the direction of the distant group of blinkers. Seeing how the room was going to function was far too important for him to allow Enjolras drag him away, so he could only hope the man could see where he was coming from. He needed to see what tricks the House was going to pull - and to what lengths other blinkers were willing to go to. With just a few more seconds he could gauge what would become of the scene...then they could go.
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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 Apr 19, 2020 20:06:47 GMT -5
| Victoria | Hunger Games Room | In the clearing with Shade | "Yeah. Gotta make sure everyone gets something." Victoria agreed. Had to make sure everyone had some supplies to last until the room was over, or the House blinked them out. 'Cause the House wasn't really gonna make them all... fight... was it? Well, best not to dwell on it. The wolf looked towards the forest; naturally it looked like a welcoming place to her. Despite all the time she spent in the Cities, the woods were always her first home. "Should we head out? Like, into the woods? Or we could go some different way, I dunno, whatever way looks best t'you 'cause it doesn't really matter all that much to me, just wherever is good."
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 19, 2020 20:12:29 GMT -5
Orpheus | Hunger Games Viewing Room Orpheus glanced at the man, wincing at the sudden display of violence. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the impulse – truly, he did – but it wasn’t the way he would have handled the anger. It wasn’t the way he was going to handle the anger. It wasn’t an emotion Orpheus had a lot of experience dealing with, but he felt it now. He closed his eyes, wishing he could blink out, wishing he wouldn’t have to watch this. He looked at the screen once the image had reappeared, and tried to pick out the few people he knew. Arlo had a weapon now, and given the fact that she had warned him that there were people who blinked in just to cause fights… well, he understood her impulse. He was glad to see that L had found supplies and was running – better to get to safety than do something stupid. Kelsier, too, seemed to be running, but the wrong direction. “I… don’t know about friends,” he told Eddie, his voice breathless. “But yes. Yes, there are people I care about down there.” People I don’t want to see die, he added mentally, though he didn’t say it aloud for fear that speaking it would give it truth. He already knew it was going to happen whether he liked it or not, but maybe he could live in denial for just a little bit longer. Nobody seemed to be attacking yet, so perhaps… perhaps even if the House wasn’t fair, the people it chose to take were. Maybe they had already made it even, and maybe they weren’t going to attack each other. Then again… maybe the House would kill them if they decide not to do what he wanted. Orpheus lightly strummed a chord, hoping it would calm him. While the sound did force him to take a deep breath, it didn’t work as well as he had hoped. “Do you know of anything we could do?” Orpheus asked gently, still not turning to look at the other blinker. If he had ideas the poet would be all ears, but in the mean time he just… needed to watch. As though things might turn to chaos and bloodshed the moment he turned away. It was stupid, but it made him feel better to have his eyes glued to the screen. “Maybe it’s not real,” he whispered, though it sounded more like he wanted to convince himself than Eddie. “Maybe the House is just trying to make us think they’re in danger.” His voice sounded almost strangled, like he wanted so badly for that to be true that it hurt. Deep down, he knew it was real, and he was sure if Eddie had ever been around the House before, he would reach the exact same conclusion. Denial could only get you so far.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 20, 2020 2:48:45 GMT -5
The Doctor's hand pulled back in surprise and she looked at Gin with shock in her eyes. "I would never," she said, looking between the doll-like girl and Gin. She took a further step back, mind jumping with tension as Gin rushed back toward her. But she was still looking at the kid with a sense that Ononoki didn't need protecting. But she still stepped between her and Gin, eyebrows arching, body tense, as if prepared to defend if Gin attacked. Would he? If he tried, she'd grab Ononoki and pull her away. If the girl would let her. That was probably going to be a coin toss. She couldn't help feeling jittery. Others had rushed into these woods, not just the two of them. What if they were here? She wanted to talk to people, but if they attacked, what would happen? She just didn't know. She didn't think that she could foresee what was going to happen in this room. Not anything good. --- No. No. Not Nico. Myrnin's muscles froze up. They'd never done that before. It was like he was floating ahead of himself, already rushing to get into a place between Nico and the strange man rushing toward him. Mind expanding, trying to reach ... ... He would watch Nico die again.The images jumped into his mind like a snake striking, fast and wild and tangling him up. Nico dying before. Things flickered in and out, vague, but it was on the forefront of both Nico and the man's mind. No. Myrnin's fangs came out, then just as quickly disappeared as something else dampened the fury and fear. His mind didn't completely receded back to its placement, his thoughts and emotions disconnected. He completely missed L. Or maybe he didn't, but any thought of him was pushed away. All thoughts were pushed away. Like a dozing man, they floated around and bumped into each other but didn't do much more than that. What was Myrnin thinking? That was a detail which was a lot easier to pick out, since it wasn't just in his eyes. His movements were smooth, predatory, and almost un-Myrnin like in their movements. What he did next was too smooth, too practiced. Suddenly, Myrnin was moving. It wasn't animalistic, like when his eyes were red and he was fighting against it. It was like a dancer, who was simply moving along to the music in their own head. His form blurred and then almost completely disappeared from the range of a human's sense of sight. It was just a wave, color here and there, of air and then just as suddenly he appeared between Kelsier and Nico. The short blade was in his left hand, the silver knife shoved into a loop in his belt and easily grabbed. There wasn't a lot of details about him. His hair was still cropped short, tangling around his ears, which meant that his eyes were only just visible. They weren't red. They weren't green either. They were a very, very pale green, like someone had watered the color down. But that wasn't something which anyone would have seen for more than a second at most. The blade flashed, swift, almost inhumanly so, and clearly aiming for Kelsier's neck.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 20, 2020 9:21:41 GMT -5
Ononoki - Hunger Games Room, edge of the forest - mostly The Doctor and Gin
Yellow Galoshes skidding to a stop, Ononoki stood just behind The Doctor when she jumped between the doll girl and Gin. She made no motion to run from either of them, but if she did it would have been from Gin. She was less familiar with him, even if he seemed well-intentioned. Admittedly, when he yelled at her to get away, some instinct almost followed the instructions. It had been an order.
But only one person, Kagenui, could give direct orders, and she was stuck back in Ononoki's world, far away from this soon-to-be warzone. The Paradox House tested Ononoki every time it brought her here, by putting her into a situation where she had to do things on her own. Making her own decisions was uncharted territory. And so, automatically seeking out the leadership of her master, she decided to assign a new one and follow suit with The Doctor. She hid behind her and bent at the waist to peek around at Gin, but her face showed no expression of either excitement or fear. The opposite of wearing emotions on one's sleeve.
Even trusting The Doctor, Ononoki did not consider herself completely safe with her. It might have seemed as though The Doctor's profession of innocence was what convinced the doll girl to stand down, but she had instead been skeptical of that claim. I would never. She stared up at the other blinker with her bright green eyes and thought to herself that The Doctor could be lying and didn't even know it.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 20, 2020 10:15:53 GMT -5
“Myrnin!” The scream tore itself from Nico’s throat, harsh and loud and animalistic, and too late. Too late, even as he saw the knife arching, and even if Myrnin had been entirely himself, there was nothing Nico could do to stop it now. He froze in shock, reaching for the nearest shadows as though maybe, just maybe, he could get between Myrnin and Kelsier in time. As though maybe he could grab Kelsier and get them both away, even if it took what little strength he had left. But his muscles wouldn’t move, and he could do nothing but gape silently, try to reach out, try to hope against hope that he wasn’t just fooling himself about the dagger. That Kelsier would come out of this still grinning, and they’d be left to figure out how they felt about each other in peace. “Kelsier,” the word was whispered, no, choked out, and as much as Nico wanted to believe he was overreacting, he wasn’t a fool. He could see when death was coming, and this was it. Why did he care? Why did he care, especially in a room that would bring people back after it was over? Nico had been in the House long enough to know that death in rooms was so rarely permanent. Kelsier had saved his life. He’d spilled his secrets to prevent himself from getting hurt, and to prevent Nico from getting hurt. He’d cried in a field of flowers and butterflies, and Nico had promised himself that what he felt in that room would stay there. It was just a spell the room placed on them. Ice skating and hot chocolate and the split second decision to go unarmed so Kelsier wouldn’t get hurt. And Kelsier holding onto him as he bled, keeping his heart beating and his life in his chest by what could have been sheer willpower alone. Yes, Nico cared about the man. And now he’d never get a chance to admit it. Even if he saw Kelsier again after this, how could he explain the way his muscles froze? How could he explain not saving him the way Kelsier had saved Nico? He owed Kelsier a debt, and here he was, unable to repay it. Finally Nico found himself able to move and he threw himself in Myrnin’s direction, screaming. His blood rushed in his ears, drowning out the sound even of his own anguished cry. Blinded by fury and pain, it could’ve been anyone Nico rushed at. The moment someone he cared about died, the killer stopped being anything but the murder weapon, even if it hadn’t been entirely their fault. So maybe the knife hadn’t made contact by the time Nico finally spurred himself to move, but he wouldn’t be fast enough. He was so human, so clumsily human that he could never beat a vampire in speed, even when driven by adrenaline and rage.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 20, 2020 12:44:18 GMT -5
Hunger Games Room | Kelsier Kelsier leaned forward, running for Nico with everything he had in him, flaring pewter even though he knew he should save it for later, even though it burned the fastest out of all his metals. He was looking at Nico, no one else, his attention so fixed on the boy he wasn’t even paying attention to the rest of the chaos erupting all around him. The boy and the stranger with the silver knife. Those were the only people he could see. He cursed the House under his breath, using every word he could think of, which ended up being the same one several times in a row since his heart wasn’t in the verbal assault at all. He hated the House in that moment, hated it so much he knew he’d kill it and watch it die if he could, but all he could do was run. The thing about pewter wasn’t that it was hard to extinguish. No, he did that in a flash, the moment he had the slightest, warning that something was wrong. He didn’t even know what it was until he’d already stopped burning everything and a tiny frown creased his forehead as he tried to place it. The thing about pewter was, when you used it to get from point A to point B, it typically did exactly that. He was flying over the ground, his body moving through the air so fast it seemed to blur. Not as fast as a vampire, though. Not even close. Kelsier couldn’t stop. Not even when there was a knife pointed at his throat. He heard the scream, then saw Nico’s lips move, forming first a stranger’s name, then his own. He saw how deathly pale Nico was, and then all he could see was the man in front of him, eyes like gold and brown hair cut close to his head. He looked at that face for what felt like hours, but couldn’t have been even a second. He was still looking at it when the knife pierced his throat. His hazel eyes went wide, and he stared at the man - Myrnin, somehow it seemed important that his name was Myrnin - before his hands flew to his throat, trying to stop the blood that soaked them in less than a second and stained his nobleman’s clothes. Kelsier fell to his knees. His eyes found Nico. And the dead Mistborn smiled at the boy, one last time before his body crashed to the ground and didn’t move. Hunger Games Room | L L’s hands clapped over his ears as he tried fruitlessly to block out the sounds threatening to crush him from the inside out. He couldn’t tell what was happening anymore, couldn’t tell who was alive and who had already been murdered for the House’s enjoyment. He forced his eyes open. There was no way he was dying, he just...couldn’t die, not like this, not when perhaps millions of lives depended on his safe return. So he looked, and felt his heart break at what he saw. People running at the kids. He hoped to protect them, but really, he knew better. His eyes searched in vain for Czeslaw, hoping to pick the boy out of the crowd and go to him, protect him from this even if he couldn’t protect anyone else. But he couldn’t find him in the chaos, and instead his dark eyes found something else. Myrnin. “No!” He shouted, as the body fell from the knife and sprawled into the grass. Not a kid, but still a person. Still a cold body in the grass. He stumbled towards Myrnin, as though if only he could get there, he could fix this. No. If only he could get there, he could stop it, perhaps, before it was too late for someone else. If they escaped this room with only one person dead, he thought grimly, he still wouldn’t consider it a win. But he would consider it better, much better than the alternative.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 20, 2020 13:21:35 GMT -5
Nico | Hunger Games Room This was how it ended. Two bodies moving so fast Nico could hardly see them, and there weren’t any shadows to pass into that would allow him to stop this. To save a life. He may have originally rushed at Myrnin, trying to stop the death before it happened, but that was before. Before he saw Kelsier’s smile, before his knees buckled under him with the weight of Kelsier’s death. In Nico’s world, he could visit the dead any time he wanted, so long as they chose to answer him. So long as they didn’t opt for another life. The thing about the House was there was no Underworld. There were no visiting hours or ways to summon the people you loved to say goodbye. There was no holding onto people once they left. His powers didn’t seem to have gotten the notice. When Bianca had died, Nico had excused himself to the Hermes cabin with a headache and a complaint of a bad noise that nobody seemed to hear. He had lain on his borrowed cot and rocked back and forth for hours, hands over his ears as he tried to make the noise go away. It wasn’t until later he had realized what the noise was. He heard it now as he keeled over in the middle of the grass, exposed on every side. He heard it now as he clasped his hands over his ears as tightly as he could, fingers digging into dark, unruly hair. He could feel blood soaking into his jeans, or maybe it was dew, he didn’t care. The eleventh hour was the last moment before the end. Perhaps that was why, when the end came for people he cared about, Nico heard it like a clock ringing in his ears, shoving every other thought out of his mind. You could get used to a ringing in your ears when it was near constant, when it meant that someone else you cared about had died, when you thought you had nobody left. You could get used to it when it was just another reminder of something happening that you couldn’t stop. But it was one thing to know and be able to say goodbye whenever you wanted. It was quite another to see the body in front of you and still try to force the ringing to stop because this death couldn’t be real. It was one thing to know a death was occurring. It was another to watch it happen and have incontrovertible evidence. Nico squeezed his eyes shut and tried to take in several deep breaths, but he couldn’t. It had been so long since he’d lost anybody but himself, he had forgotten what it felt like, and he wanted it to go away. He needed it to go away, he needed quiet!A blast of cold air shot away from the boy in every direction, and the grass underneath his knees began to wither and die. Slowly, he peeled his hands away from his ears as the noise in his ears died down (though now that it was gone he wanted it back because it meant that Kelsier had passed from dying to dead). He shot a glance at Myrnin, filled with nothing short of hatred. Without thinking, Nico grabbed Kelsier’s wrist – which was already going cold – and melted into Myrnin’s shadow, hoping to get as far away from the Cornucopia as he possibly could. He hadn’t meant to drag Kelsier’s body, but he couldn’t just… leave him there.
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