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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 26, 2020 9:13:40 GMT -5
Ononoki - Arena forest after a tree falling - The Doctor, Gin, Arlo
Ononoki stood there feeling dejected in the face of Gin’s anger, but showing nothing in her face or body language. She just stood there staring blankly ahead as usual, with her hands at her sides. No sign of the frustration with herself that was inside. No outward sign of guilt for what she had done.
So they didn’t want a shelter after all?
A hand on her shoulder saved Ononoki from her frustration somewhat. The Doctor’s cool head would thankfully lead her out of this place without protest. She nodded in the affirmative to Arlo’s suggestion, conceding that her version of shelter was not the most practical for hiding out. Then she nodded to The Doctor when asked to come with her.
“Yes,” she murmured. She already picked a direction to walk, through the forest, but it was a meandering start to be sure her companion was coming as well. She kept her distance from both Gin and Arlo, showing signs that perhaps the kid did have some shyness after all.
”What was that you had?” she asked The Doctor, just when it was starting to seem that she didn’t notice the sonic screwdriver. It was an odd thing to carry around, but her instincts told her it had special qualities.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 26, 2020 10:30:13 GMT -5
Sachiko | Arena pt. 2 | swapping gin out cause my muse hates me sorry yall | --cato phoenix mintedstar/fur Razzle Dazzle |"Yeah, we need to - " But just then, whatever Gin had been about to say was cut short, as he, perhaps mercifully, vanished from the House. Moments later, in the exact spot he'd been standing, a woman blinked in, holding an apple in one hand and a sheet of paper in the other. She looked to be in her mid thirties, and was wearing a simple t-shirt with a collared jacket layered over it. "Satoru! Your homework is still sitting on the......" She trailed off, startled, as the scenery around her changed abruptly. "...Table..." she finished quietly, stunned. Instead of her small kitchen, the sink stacked with overdue dishes, she was now standing in a forest, surrounded by strangers, all of whom she immediately realized were incredibly ill at ease. "What the hell..." she muttered under her breath, reaching up to place a hand on her forehead as she tried to process something that...well, couldn't easily be processed.
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Tidestripe
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Post by Tidestripe on Apr 26, 2020 10:51:20 GMT -5
Flandre - HG Room - aka "Xav comes in late with starbucks"
She had been here the whole time, of course. Standing on that platform, staring out at all the greenery from the glass tube as the timer had counted down in such an unforgiving, merciless way. Of course, while Flandre Scarlet had an amazing advantage in that she looked to be so weak but was actually so incredibly, powerfully strong, it came with a major disadvantage as well; she could only go out safely after the sun had fallen from the sky, lest she wanted to fry to a crisp in the sun's unrelenting rays. Her wings were also incredibly easy to spot as well, what with their colorful crystals, making her a bit of a walking target wherever the girl went.
Whatever. She could defend herself. Most of the people here were just humans, right? Who cared about humans? They were just a drink. She could take them on, no problem.
...that's what she had kept trying to tell herself as she hid out in the shade of the trees all day, at least. She had fled from the cornucopia almost the second she was able to go free, running and running until even with her vampiric agility her little legs couldn't take her any further just to get out of the sun's harsh light. In truth, the House had long since made the vampire girl's heart grow soft, in that she didn't particularly care if someone was human, non-human, or whatever else. She just wanted to be their friend, just wanted to play games with them. The House had been her first chance to really have friends- but it had also been her first chance to experience true loss, and she winced, clenching a pale fist by her side as memories of her now dead friends flooded back to her even as she continued to sit in the shade of the tree. She didn't want to do that again, nor did she want anyone else to have to go through that pain, either.
And yet... she wasn't willing to possibly never see her big sister, Meiling, Sakuya or Patchouli again, either. She'd fight to the death quite easily if that was what it meant to be able to see them again, even just one more time. They were her family after all, and family came first, didn't it? Especially over some weird, magical house that seemed to love tormenting the younger Scarlet sister.
The sun was starting to go down and had been for a while now. It'd be a while before it was completely safe still, but Flandre knew the time to strike was rapidly approaching the lower the sun fell on the horizon. Especially with how hungry she was; a pang in her belly and a dry feeling in her throat, even an itching in her fangs, reminded her that she desperately needed blood if she wanted to survive all this.
Time to go hunting.
Tucking her wings in behind her back as best as she could manage, Flandre began to wander about, sticking to the safety of any shade she could find all while searching for other tributes. She was hoping to catch the scent of a wound, hoping to find someone who had already been stricken so she wouldn't feel quite as guilty just finishing the job.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 26, 2020 13:20:36 GMT -5
Nico | Hunger Games Room Nico didn’t know how long he kneeled on the ground, body shaking with silent sobs. He didn’t know how long after his tears had stopped coming that he just… didn’t move. All he knew was that he felt numb. Victoria was immortal. Victoria wasn’t supposed to be able to die. And yet he had felt her life end more quickly than he’d been able to process. Tentatively, he mentally reached out towards Kelsier’s grave, as though trying to test whether he could still feel bodies under the ground. As if to make sure that power hadn’t failed him. Through the numbness came a dull sense of relief as he felt Kelsier there, undisturbed. The House had never left bodies this long. But that meant he needed to find Victoria’s. He needed to lay her to rest. The boy forced himself to his feet, staggering a few steps forward as he realized how much energy sobbing had taken out of him. He couldn’t sleep, though, not now. He caught sight of Kelsier’s dagger, still embedded in the tree Nico had thrown it at. Stupid, he reminded himself, attempting to pull it out. It was wedged in deeper than Nico had meant, but he’d just been so… so… there weren’t words for it. It wasn’t anger, except perhaps at the House. It had just been a flood of everything he’d ever felt, and now he was afraid he’d have to break Kelsier’s dagger before he got it back to him. He was still going to get it back to him, even if it was a different version of Kelsier who didn’t remember saving him, who hadn’t smiled at him as he died. Even if it was a Kelsier who still wanted to kill him. Because at least that Kelsier would be alive. Eventually, using his weight as leverage, Nico managed to dislodge the knife from the tree. There was a small chip in the glass, but nothing that would weaken the integrity of the blade. Good. Kelsier still needed a functioning weapon. The demigod stuck it back in his belt loop before turning back to face the forest. It was slowly getting darker. That was a good thing for shadow travel, but there were vampires here. They would have the upper hand if it came to a fight, and Nico didn’t think he had the energy to spare for more than one or two shadow jumps. He closed his eyes for a moment, casting out his attention across the arena. There, dimly, he felt a body. Or… well, what could scarcely be called a body anymore. A sick feeling rose in Nico’s throat, but he ignored it. The boy melted into shadow and reappeared at the scene of something awful. It took everything Nico had in him to stay standing. There were metal bits scattered across the ground, and though Nico had no idea what that meant, he knew he didn’t particularly want to know. “Tori,” he whispered, shaking his head softly. A glint in the grass caught his eye, and he approached, not sure what he was hoping he’d find. There, in the grass, was the chain that had attached Tori’s ears to each other, for no conceivable reason Nico could think of. With shaking hands, he reached out and grasped it, running the metal through his fingers. “I’m sorry I didn’t save you,” he murmured to the bit of metal, casting his gaze around the scene once more. There was nothing he could do. Hazel was better at metal than Nico was. She was better with the finer details. Nonetheless, Nico concentrated on the bit of metal, wrapping the chain lightly around his wrist until it formed a bracelet of sorts. And, not breaking focus, he fused the two ends together. A reminder. And then he melted back into the shadows. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 26, 2020 13:46:35 GMT -5
Hunger Games | Rue Rue watched carefully as he slid down the trunk, his body going limp against the the wood. His eyes were closed, but she didn’t let that fool her for a second, and she stayed firmly out of sight and - she thought - out of any other senses he had. She had no way of knowing whether he was human or not, but she was assuming he was, because already this room reminded her so much of home and she had fallen right into its trap. She had almost forgotten she was in the House at all. It might as well have been home, for all the chances of her survival. She knew she should go, because he had spared her once and he probably wouldn’t do it again, but she didn’t move. She stood as still as the tall trees surrounding her, even swaying slightly with the wind, her wide eyes unblinking and almost inhuman. Almost. She stopped swaying as he spoke, and ice pierced her heart. Was he talking to himself? Telling himself he needed a fire? It seemed...possible, or maybe she was just deluding herself, because the idea that he knew she was there was almost too terrifying for her to handle. She didn’t answer, hoping against hope that he didn’t know. She watched as he stayed where he was, and she would a,most have thought he was wounded, from the way he was moving, but no. No, she didn’t see any injuries. This was a different sort of wound. Her hopes were dashed a moment later as he spoke to her, asking for her name. She cursed herself for daring to follow, and peeked out from behind the tree, just as he opened his eyes. She met his gaze, her fear written all over her face, but something else, too. She wasn’t going down without a fight. But she won’t attack either. The only reason she’s here is that Myrnin could have killed her, and he didn’t. So she took a careful step forward, stopped, and spoke in a very quiet voice. “I’m Rue. What’s yours?” |
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Apr 26, 2020 15:20:05 GMT -5
Maybe she wasn't in the literal sense, but to Neb in her mind she had always looked up to Shilo like she had been a hero. Neb's eyebrows rose as Shilo continued and she shifted her weight. "Oh, wow." She...actually felt glad she wasn't around to have been there. "Hopefully everyone can can know you're okay now." It was one thing to wonder, but to see it she didn't know how she would have handled believing Shilo had died before her eyes.
"Hah, drama keeps things busy," she agreed. Near death experiences weren't on her list to spice up life, but to each their own she supposed. It didn't seem to have made Shilo any worse for wear. Neb blinked at the question and leaned back against the wall as she looked back on that moment.
"I know everything had started to collapse at the end there, my mom and I made it through just before the portal cut out. We're on another Earth now. I've been to some alternate ones before, but this one is different. History is very different. Let's see, it's 1997 currently, so I guess it was '94 when we all got out of the portal." Neb had adjusted well enough already, but saying it out loud really made it feel weird to go back 40 years than what she was used to.
"It took awhile for everything to come together with all the refugees, normal people, other heroes. This world has its own supers as well, but we're not really 'heroes' anymore, everyone who has a power is called a titan," she continued explaining, "and it's actually really common for other people to be super but not register with the government. They only like to know who has the dangerous powers, so licenses don't really do much," she added as a nod to her old card. "Right now I live in Titan City, Massachusetts. I've been working on a team that gathers intel on international groups that come to operate in the city under...suspicious circumstances." She gave a half shrug, but Neb seemed content enough with her life and she even smiled. "Last week we cracked down on some leads, so it's going good for now. I was out of commission for about a year while adjusting, so it's real nice to get back into all the work." |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 26, 2020 15:34:56 GMT -5
 Arlo ducked under the tree to follow the Doctor, staying quite as she watched her speak with Ononoki before they started to walk away. She glanced at Gin, who she was pretty sure was one of the newest blinkers in the room, only to see him vanish and a confused woman take his place. Arlo’s jaw nearly dropped. The House wouldn’t have... would it? Unfortunately, it quickly became obvious that it had. The House had stuck someone in the arena on their first blink.
Why the hell would you do that to someone? She thought. It took Arlo moment for her to find her words, but she finally spoke, her voice quiet and a bit hurried. She had no doubt that other blinkers had heard the tree fall. “Um... I’m sorry you must be really confused right now," she started apologetically. She didn't know who this woman was, but she wouldn't have wished this first blink on anyone.
She glanced into the woods double checking that no one was nearby besides the Doctor and Ononoki before returning her focus to the newbie. She was glad now that she'd covered her eye again, it tended to freak people out in her world... this entire situation tended to freak people out. She really hoped that the new blinker wouldn't run away, that could end very badly in this room. "My name is Arlo Crimson, I can explain but we need to stay quiet- you were brought here at a really bad time and it's highly likely that there's some dangerous people coming after us."
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Apr 26, 2020 16:05:50 GMT -5
Such a soft tune played by Orpheus would have put Eddie at ease. A neighbour of his would put rock on blast, the man presumably a guitarist as well save for one glaring difference. That was San Francisco for you, people who wanted to achieve their dreams but never would in the end. The melody calmed him unnervingly well, even his nagging thoughts had gone static for the time being. To the others he seemed less tense overall steady which wasn't how the disgraced man would normally portray himself. At his core he just wanted to add up the facts; That man was talented sure enough, maybe they'd talk if they survived. Oh right, they were in the house. "People die which is bad enough but they come back. They always do." He insisted wistfully to Sam's disbelief. Today had not been his day. Neither for the others since they all acted like they were going to be a pile of ash as soon. Its not the house could snap its fingers destroying everyone in a heartbeat. "They couldn't have actually kil-" He had growing doubts they'd slain the immortal. His eyes flickered to the screens expecting it to display the body in some steep incline instead he found himself covering his mouth. Whatever he'd intended to say after had been muffled by his own hand. Eddie's own work had been gruesome but if he'd been told to guess what the remains were he'd just shake his head in confusion. A few seconds left his mind blank he glanced back at Sam and then Victoria. His own mind had gone blank with little to say than to ask for the music to be lowered and the fact he'd been starving since blinking in. Without a second his hand shakily grabbed a chocolate tiramisu that sat amongst a tray near him, taking a huge bite out of it when the others were distracted. It was rude enough to not take the truth in the teen's words, he couldn't be bothered to ask the poor man to set his guitar down. If anything they needed something to keep their thoughts away from what had been happening on the screens all the while he watched a tree fall on a group of people. Most of all they needed an escape. They needed to act. |
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Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Apr 27, 2020 1:02:00 GMT -5
Shilo Saga | Living Room | dawn The assassin shrugged, but she hoped the same thing. She tried to play nonchalant, but she was rather annoyed with the House that it had done such a thing to the people she cared about. She'd gone through the motions of anger at the House, but also thinking -- and in some respect, even hoping -- that she didn't matter enough to the other Paradox House Residence that her death would cause and actual pain or sorrow. It was an odd thing to hope for, she knew, but she'd rather they didn't care enough than to actually be lost in some way with out her. But she also knew how she would feel if she watched any of her friends die in front of her, especially in a way like that. A way so real, from their own worlds. With Neb there had always been the possibility of her being alive, with Combeferre they knew they had time, there was always a caveat of some kind that you could hold on to, to keep yourself level. But for some damn reason the House and thrown out all stipulations when it came to the assassin's final blink. And now, she was faced with the fact that a majority of her loved ones, she may never get to see again and show that she is, in fact, alive.
"That it does," Shilo allowed Neb's words to cut into her thoughts and steady her again. "If you remind me, I'll tell you the story of Eric and Hope," she chuckled, but there was an edge to it like it was covering up how she really felt about the entire situation. At this point, near death experiences for herself meant nothing to her. But near death experiences with her friends or Team Members? Or seeing her friends or Team Members hurting in anyway? Now that was the kind of drama that Shilo hated living through, but in the most recent years her life had been nothing but.
"Yeah, it really had," the older woman stated, crossing her arms over her chest as she remembered. She wasn't mad, it was more just a physical representation of her steadying herself for the memory that she hated so much. "1997?" Shilo quirked an eyebrow in surprised and curiosity. That was just a year after she was born, though she doubted there was an alternate version of herself on this world it was still incredibly strange to think about. "Does that make you older than me now, on a technicality?" the raven haired woman couldn't imagine what it must have been like to go back in time like that and have to start your lives over. It was more than learning a new culture, it was adjusting to histories, technologies, everything.
"I can imagine," she stated, biting the inside of her lip for a moment. "Honestly, I'm pretty surprised that only after three years everything is together enough for anyone from your world to have a job at all, let alone a job that seems so high class." Shilo sounded impressed, not only at the state of Neb's world but at Neb's job as well. She smiled at the thought of Neb cracking down on some leads and gave a proud nod. "It sounds like a good gig for you. They're lucky to have you." |
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"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Apr 27, 2020 1:43:35 GMT -5
"I'll take you up on that sometime." Neb had smiled, but she wasn't sure if it was a good story to tell, though she would always welcome hearing anything about the life around Shilo. Neb's eyes widened for a moment before she gave a laugh as Shilo pointed out the years. "Time traveling makes things weird. Oh. Wait--" She broke off as she did the math in her head, pressing her hands to the sides of her face. "Oh god, that would make my birthday 1979!" There was still a lot of background paperwork going on, she hadn't even really sat down to figure out all the tiny details or give it much thought. Just saying it made her feel OLD.
Neb blinked out of all that as Shilo spoke again and she lifted her head back up. "Ah, well--" she flicked a hand and gestured the air-- "you know. It helps when you personally know the higher-ups, especially when officials from the old world and this one have to work so closely now." She offered a sheepish grin. "I have a lot of people to thank for getting me where I'm at. But I'm enjoying it, it's good work." Neb glanced past Shilo for a brief moment, almost surprised no one else had blinked in yet, but her gaze lingered over the hallway entrance. She still had her apprehensions about her return, but today was more special. "Hm. What do you think?" She nodded to the exit. "Like old times?"
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Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Apr 27, 2020 2:02:43 GMT -5
Shilo Saga | Living Room to Hallway | dawn "1979? Okay, grandma," Shilo chuckled. It was actually rather funny because none of the House members she knew who were born in the 1800s had even considered themselves old compared to the rest of the residence. That was one of the great things of the House. It didn't matter when you were born, you were going to be apart of the group no matter what. She wondered if there was anyone who had ever been an outcast in anyway... She pulled herself from her thoughts.
At Nebula's explanation, the assassin's eyebrow twitched. Shi wasn't one for nepotism, but she also knew Neb well enough to know, whether it was favoritism or not, she was qualified for whatever job she had. So, Shilo decided not to mention it. "They put their chips into the right pool with you," she shrugged. Whether she needed to thank them or not was irrelevant to Shilo. They'd chosen well, and that should be thanks enough -- in her mind.
Teal eyes followed Neb's line of sight and Shilo smirked. "I thought you'd never ask." Without hesitation, Shilo made her way from the living room and into the endless hallways. "You know, when I was little, I came here... once or twice. It was weird. But I swear there was a stair case," she ran her hand across the wall where she remembered the stairs being. "Huh," she pulled her hand away and started down the hallway, walking backwards so she could still be face to face with Neb. "You pick the door," she decided. |
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Apr 27, 2020 2:26:59 GMT -5
Neb wrinkled her nose at the comment with a smirk. That would trip her up for awhile, but she'd get used to it like everything else. She hadn't missed the subtle shift on Shilo's face when Neb revealed the reason for her job position, though she just quickly followed after Shilo as she headed for the hallway.
It was when she crossed through the doorway it really hit Neb; since her return she actually hadn't walked through the hallway again. It was exactly as she remembered, not a single change she could notice. She shook her head before she got sucked into gazing down the endless corridor. Her ears practically sprang up as she heard Shilo and she couldn't help but to simply stare at her back before she turned around. "Oh really?" So the Shilos were the same? If that was correct, then was it right for Neb to keep the fact they'd met to herself? Did it even make a difference?
Neb started walking again, trying not to dwell on something that probably wasn't important that she was overthinking. "Man, it's been ages," she commented, looking from left to right as they passed by all the doors. Her choice, huh? She couldn't help but to feel a little uneasy at the possibility that whatever she chose would lead them into a bad room. The last room she'd been in had been that forest, which wasn't the worst, but that only meant there was something more dangerous waiting for her to step into. With a furrowed brow at her thoughts, Neb jogged forward, coming up on the left side of the hallway and stuck her hand out before her head got to her again. "This one." Not giving herself time to pause, she twisted the knob and pushed inside, coming over the threshold into a rather small, unassuming room. Neb's boots clacked on the tiled floor that stretched up the back wall, where a table and chair setup sat against with a rectangular box in the center of it. |
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Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Apr 27, 2020 2:47:13 GMT -5
Shilo Saga | Hallway to Room | dawn Shilo just gave a nod. She had a vague memory of everything that had happened in the house when she was younger. Some were clearer than others, just like every memory. But now, she was nearly overwhelmed by the more recent memories of the hallway. The kisses she and Combeferre shared, the time Arceus had healed a knife wound because of the demonic kitchen, the time Combeferre had helped her with a dislocated shoulder, the time she and Arcee had traveled down the hallway at high speeds -- just watching the doors blur past them. There was more to this House than Shilo could ever put into words, and yet, as she walked down the hallway waiting for Neb to pick a room, she was tense. The anticipation of danger washing over her, the excitement of a new adventure. She nodded in agreement, it had been a long time.
Shilo watched Neb carefully as she chose the room, understanding all too well the hesitation and the need to move quickly once a door was chosen. You couldn't over think things, or else you were going to spend the rest of your life wandering the hallway and not seeing any of the amazing things the House actually did offer. Of course, you wouldn't really be in harms way either. Except for those few times that the House actually made the hallway just as dangerous as the rooms.
The assassin followed in just behind, closing the door. She took in their new surroundings, relaxing just a little bit as she didn't feel like they were in danger here. Shilo stepped forward, reaching into a box and pulling out a small card with beautiful handwriting across it. "What is your favorite drink?" She looked to Neb, expectantly. |
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If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Apr 27, 2020 3:10:46 GMT -5
Shilo Saga | Curious Card Room | dawn Shilo turned her head to look at the red tile on the wall, confused. Well, at least nothing had attacked them. "Winter," the assassin's attention moved back to Neb as the hero asked her own card question. Just as with Neb, a tile on the wall shifted colors. Okay, so there was clearly some kind of connection between answer questions and the tiles changing colors. But, what happened when they answered all of the questions? "What is your favorite holiday?" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 27, 2020 3:33:45 GMT -5
"It's a sonic screwdriver," The Doctor answered, as if that explained everything. To her mind, it did. "Doesn't work here," she added with a mutter. It was only then that she heard a change from behind her. She swiveled, looking at the spot that Gin had been in, and half froze. Like Arlo, she was astonished that this woman had been so extraordinarily unlucky. "We need to go," she backed Arlo up. Ononoki seemed to know where she was going - though The Doctor was aware it was most likely just a random direction. The Doctor held out her hand and then nodded her head in the direction they had been going. Hopefully for the time being the human was thinking all this was a dream. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 27, 2020 4:05:20 GMT -5
Myrnin | Still trying to adopt Rue in the Arena Room | ®Hawkpath®The vampire moved. But slowly. It might have been suspected that he moved like this because he didn't want to scare Rue. But really, it was just because getting his limbs to pull themself in the direction he wanted them to was more difficult than usual. His legs pulled close to each other, his chin resting on top of his knees. Then his arms wrapped around his knees and he opened his eyes briefly to looked Rue up and down. Not with the expression of an examiner or hunter looking at prey, but almost with the same fear he could smell on her. Fear of himself. "Myrnin," he said softly. His tongue clicked off each of the syllables, high and low tones rising. "Myrnin ... You've been a room like this before ... haven't you?" He could see it in her eyes. He could see death in her eyes. Myrnin had to close his again, just so his own didn't reflect it. "I have too," he said, voice soft. Had she been in that room? He didn't believe so. She was too new. Too new to have experienced something like that. What do you even know about how the House works? asked a quiet voice. How did she know who you are if time moves here in the same fashion. Rue could have been in that room. You know nothing. But Myrnin pushed that thought away. It drifted too far ... he forgot he'd even thought it. "What are you going to do?" he asked Rue. He didn't explain whether he meant right now, or whether he just meant the room in general. His eyes close then, only this time it might have just been luck. His mind drifted ... drifted .. torn away by and unseen wind. Outwardly, there wasn't much difference. Maybe slightly straighter stance. Inwardly ... nothing. Just lone memories and thoughts, peaking out of a dark well like lighthouses out in the open sea. With a snap, Myrnin was back, teeth gritted, mind spinning. He half tipped over, hands against the grass, shoulders shaking. The sense of gravity and balance had shifted, like his mind was revolting against what kept happening. Too soon, it was all too soon. His eyes were pale, watered down green. He closed his eyes again. Shuddered, and sat up straight again. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 27, 2020 7:41:06 GMT -5
Sachiko | Arena pt. 2 | mintedstar/fur Razzle Dazzle --cato phoenix |Sachiko looked up as someone nearby spoke to her, softly and sympathetically, although she had an edge of anxiety to her voice that was easy enough to pick up on. "Confused is an understatement," she said with a shaky laugh, offering the woman a half-smile. "Hey - do you remember how you got here? I don't...I'm not sure that..." Then, as Arlo went on, she went dead quiet, a cold, tight feeling spreading through her chest and throat. They were in danger here. Had she been kidnapped...? Drugged? The latter would explain why she felt so strange, like her skin was crawling. She felt...paranoid, almost, and that wasn't a normal state of things for her. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out, forcing her shoulders to relax. Then, she looked up, meeting Arlo's gaze. "Sachiko," she returned, in a surprisingly steady voice given that her hands were clasped together to hide their shaking. She glanced between Arlo and the unknown woman who seemed to be in charge, and straightened up, giving a single, sturdy nod. "Alright. Let's go."
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 27, 2020 8:28:46 GMT -5
Ononoki - Arena, in the forest - Sachiko, The Doctor, Arlo
When someone new replaced Gin, Ononoki did not see much of a difference. The only advantage was that she was less likely to be berated now, but on the other hand, this person would require more guidance. Guidance from someone else, that is. Arlo was already working on it.
"Sonic screwdriver..." she murmured, echoing The Doctor, "...I said with a posed look..." She had never heard of such a thing before.
When the others agreed to move on, the doll girl trudged through the underbrush once more with her yellow galoshes. She did not know what they were searching for now, but maybe she could find it for them. At least she could be useful by sensing when other blinkers were nearby. Whether she would alert them or not each time was another story.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 28, 2020 5:11:58 GMT -5
Though she was still concerned, Arlo was a bit relieved by the woman's reaction. In the past, there had been a few newbies who'd ran away immediately without giving herself or any of the others a chance. She was about to answer her question but paused when the Doctor spoke. Arlo nodded then glanced back to Sachiko with an apologetic half-smile, or as much of one as she could manage given the unfortunate circumstances. "We do need to move but I can explain on the way," she told her. "Oh, that's the Doctor, and Ononoki's up ahead a little bit."
Arlo glanced at the trees around them one more time to make sure they were still clear before starting to walk again. "This is all going to sound pretty crazy but please try to trust me." She glanced occasionally at the new blinker but mostly kept her visible eye focused on the way ahead of them. She didn't know what kind of abilities the other might have, but she knew that her own would be useful in telling if they were being snuck up on. "You were brought here by a sort of forced teleporting that we call blinking. After awhile you'll go back to exactly where and when you were, nobody in your world will be able to tell you were ever gone... Considering all this," she indicated their surroundings with the wave of a scarred hand, "The name probably sounds a bit odd, but this is the Paradox House," she paused wanting to see how Sachiko was going to take the explanation and if she had any questions. Arlo herself fully accepted the House as a part of her life, but she knew it was a lot to take in at the start.
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Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Apr 28, 2020 10:51:58 GMT -5
Shilo Saga | Curious Card Room | dawn Shilo's teal eyes traced over the wall, trying to imagine what will happen once the card deck was finished and all the tiles had turned. At Neb's question, the assassin shrugged. "No idea," she admitted truthfully. However, at the card question, Shilo hesitated. What was her fondest memory? Her childhood ran through her mind. Sitting on the floor with her mother and father curled up on the couch. Her mom would hum a song or her father would recite poetry while she read her books. Her mother would always let one hand dangle from the couch and play with her hair. The memories of her mother and herself in the kitchen while her father was away. Her mother would dance and sing, forget about the food and always burn it just a bit. They would dance together, and Shilo would always giggle at the creative string of curse words, emphasized by the Irish accent. The times Shilo would tease her mother by pointing at the poorly painted animals on her childhood room walls, the ones her mother had put there before her daughter had been born. "It's a moose," Shilo would giggle, "No, Storeen, ya lil' monster, it's a duck. Have ya ever heard of a yellow moose?"
But then there were the memories of her team. The moments when she had realized how much she trusted not only Vincent, but Quincy, Carmen, Nara, and eventually Eric, Xander, and Artemis. The many nights they had stayed up in to the early morning discussing their views and were they differed. Their childhood memories. The moment that Shilo realized she'd lay down her life for them not because it was her duty as their leader, but because she cared enough for them that she would put their lives before hers.
And then there were the memories of the House. The first time she'd seen Combeferre after he'd died in his world. The memory of Arlo barking and growling at the movie screen when the entire House was forced to see what Shilo's past had been. The time Danny had made some quip about Shilo wearing pink only to find out that it was her favorite color. Arceus giving Shilo his coat. Watching Felix and Crutchie become friends. The one time they'd all turned into birds and everyone had made 'fowl' jokes. The annoyance turned to respect turned to friendship that she and Kaia had built. The time she and Enjolras had discussed whether or not she could out drink one of his friends (that had accidentally gotten the second thread of TPH deleted, I'm still sorry about that). The moment that Rae, Arlo, and herself had sung in front of their friends. Or the time a rift had opened and Vincent was able to meet everyone. There were countless memories with each person she'd come to know: Kyoko, Nico, Noctin, Flandre, and so many others.
Was the room really expecting her to choose just one from her many experiences? "The day me and Combeferre admitted that we loved each other," Shilo finally stated. It had been the first real moment that she'd felt like she was more than the weapon her father had raised her to be, the first time that she truly felt like she could be cared for and loved again after all the guilt she carried. It had been the founding moment in the change she made to her life and opened herself up to everyone else around her, not only in the House but in her Team.
Another tile on the wall flipped and Shilo grabbed another card. "What's the one thing you regret most in your life?" |
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Post by Numquam on Apr 28, 2020 22:30:51 GMT -5
~∂єѕтιиу Eises furrowed an eyebrow as her soft bed was replaced by hard ground. The snake tail and limbs wrapped tightly around her torso were gone. She opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by high trees and humidity. Her ears flattened closely against her scalp while she sat up and stayed seated for several moments. A blink....? She was far too comfortable just moments before her blink to fully process anything quickly. Why else would she suddenly appear in an unfamiliar place in less than a second? It felt far too real to be a regular dream. Her friend's scent was already fading and only faintly clung on her clothes, making Eises curl the tips of her fingers inward in irritation.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Apr 29, 2020 1:00:08 GMT -5
NumquamVincent blinked in, hands folded behind his back and a bored expression resting on his face. At the sudden change of lighting, he turned his chin upwards, staring at the thick canopy for a long moment. The air was noticeably thicker, and it brought an uncomfortable heat to the lower level of jungle - shielded by the sun as it was. His hands moved to his front, loosing his tie with one finger as he tossed an absent look around him. There was someone getting to her feet near him, and he offered a lifted eyebrow in greeting. Apart from each other, the room seemed to be occupied by a noisy collection of insects and hell knew what else; and their symphony was deafening. The breeze that could be seen moving the leaves overhead was left to be desired on the jungle floor, where the stillness was nothing but uncomfortable. The man slid one foot across the earth so he could face the other blinker properly. His pale eyes focused on her ears for a moment before he found her face. He then smirked, though a skeptical eye lingered on the stranger. “Where should we go, then?” He wandered aloud, glancing around them briefly.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 29, 2020 1:58:20 GMT -5
Samuel | Observation room | pretty much @ anyone in the room "Oh yeah," Sam said softly to Eddie. "Any you're an expert on the House now." He didn't want to engage in that though. He didn't know Eddie, but he also didn't trust him. Instead, he decided to answer Vyra. "They're fighting. That's what I know. And people are dying." He glanced at L, then away again, back at the screen with The Doctor at the resounding crash. He froze for a second, then relaxed as he saw that the tree hadn't actually done any damage. That was good. He wasn't paying attention to Hange's screen. He hadn't thought to. Instead, he watched Nico's again, trying to keep track of the three people in the House that he knew. Right now, he felt like he knew Nico better. Myrnin and The Doctor he'd only known for a day. As it stood, he was wary about what they were here instead of who they were in his own world. Nico was what made his heart hurt. He leaned forward a little, trying to leave room for Kelsier, but sympathy was washing over and over him in waves. No. No. Whatever was going on, he could clearly pick out what Nico had picked up and what he had done with the chain. Sam shuddered, partly in sympathy and partly in horror. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 29, 2020 2:10:00 GMT -5
Of course it was difficult to get the House's newest blinker to believe them, but The Doctor had been hopeful. But she could still see the very characteristic confusion in Sachiko's face. "Nice to meet ya," said The Doctor, in response to Arlo's introduction. Admittedly, it didn't even cross her mind that the 'name' would probably be unusual for anyone to hear after ending up in a strange place. She followed after Ononoki as they all continued, but did say to the girl, "We're looking for someplace to ... hide, for lack of a better word." She glanced back. She would have said shelter, but with the newest addition to the group hide seemed like a better word. Arlo was better at the introductions, it would seem, but as if compelled by some inner force of will that made The Doctor gravitate to a position of knowledge, The Doctor added, "And you can end up here at any point in time - day or night. There doesn't seem to be a pattern, other than one of inconvenience." |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 29, 2020 20:48:00 GMT -5
Ononoki - arena room, in the forest - The Doctor, Sachiko, Arlo
The doll girl allowed Arlo to introduce her, even though the two of them had only just been introduced as well. She was listening to their voices behind her, even when her blank face seemed to neither give nor receive information. The only variety in her step was to vault fallen branches or low shrubs. The assumption that she was going nowhere in particular would be correct.
"It will be night soon," she pointed out. "A perfect opportunity for a sneak attack." She was referring not to an opportunity for them, but to the possibility of someone else, or multiple someone elses, sneaking up on their group. After all, if they had banded together, there was no reason the forest could not be full of hostile groups-ones even more prepared for a fight. And Ononoki simply stated this as a fact, rather than voicing apprehension. If they were attacked, she could protect the others. And if she were attacked... The Doctor would protect her, too, she hoped.
"Shelter."
Blank face, monotone.
The mouth of a large burrow, nearly a cave, lay ahead. It appeared sizeable enough that an adult could crouch and shuffle in and out without reclining against the ground. Ononoki was already veering off to the side, like a ship gone astray, toward the hole. How convenient, that just as they were looking for shelter, they found it. There could never, ever be anything wrong with this particular hole. But if there happened to be, then Ononoki would need to be stopped rather quickly.
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Post by Numquam on Apr 30, 2020 0:32:47 GMT -5
Numquam Vincent blinked in, hands folded behind his back and a bored expression resting on his face. At the sudden change of lighting, he turned his chin upwards, staring at the thick canopy for a long moment. The air was noticeably thicker, and it brought an uncomfortable heat to the lower level of jungle - shielded by the sun as it was. His hands moved to his front, loosing his tie with one finger as he tossed an absent look around him. There was someone getting to her feet near him, and he offered a lifted eyebrow in greeting. Apart from each other, the room seemed to be occupied by a noisy collection of insects and hell knew what else; and their symphony was deafening. The breeze that could be seen moving the leaves overhead was left to be desired on the jungle floor, where the stillness was nothing but uncomfortable. The man slid one foot across the earth so he could face the other blinker properly. His pale eyes focused on her ears for a moment before he found her face. He then smirked, though a skeptical eye lingered on the stranger. “Where should we go, then?” He wandered aloud, glancing around them briefly. Eises ramped up her magic to turn herself into a living air conditioner. Her immediate surroundings also became cooler. How long until I blink back home this time? Her fingers twitched again. She jumped to her feet, hoping that doing whatever the house wanted her to do would make time fly faster. She stiffened her shoulders and her ears rotated at the sound of a foot sliding against the dirt. Turning her head, she frowned at the appearance of the man who stood before her. Sleazy...who is this guy? His scent was different from a lot of the humans in the house. Similar enough to tell her that he was probably human, but still somehow different. The scar on the man's neck reminded her that she didn't have her eye-patch on. It felt unnatural being around a complete stranger with all of her scars completely exposed. Given the blinker seemed scarred himself, surely he wouldn't mind? "Who are you?" In fact, she questioned whether this man was actually a blinker or some figment of the house. She didn't respond to his question and instead looked around her, paying extra attention to any scents or sounds, with one ear pointed towards the man the entire time. Bird songs and insect buzzing came from all directions, with little hint of any nearby animal. Eises noticed a small natural path off to the side. It better not expect us to camp here... She gave the man a glance before setting off towards the path. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Apr 30, 2020 1:27:33 GMT -5
NumquamVincent looked the woman up and down, taking mental note of each physical aspect of her that betrayed her mostly human figure. The oddity had, unfortunately, missed her opportunity to impress him with her canine attributes; though his familiarity with ‘weird’ didn’t make her any less interesting to piece together. There was usually more to non-human blinkers than their looks, so he supposed he’d have to wait and find out what else she had to amuse him with. When she skimmed over his question he flicked an agitated look past her, his smile flattering briefly. He stared for a couple of seconds, then took in an irritated breath. “Call me Vincent,” he instructed. He then seemed to debate his next course of action before allowing himself to fall into his usual smirk. The blond extended his hand to her and offered a disarming nod. It seemed to be a silent apology for his previous attitude, though the gesture had questionable genuineness. “You are?” He offered while his hand was held out for her. He didn’t like wasting time on afterthoughts, like introductions, but he didn’t need unnecessary enemies either. He turned his gaze in the direction that seemed to catch her attention, frowning at the small path. Well that answered his previous question.... it wasn’t like he’d been expecting to like the answer anyways. His colorless eyes looked to the canopy again, now following movement with cautious curiosity.
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