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"But then I would smell," said Myrnin, his own nose wrinkling. He turned and looked at Eises and said, snorting, "Don't. I burn easily. I'd rather freeze."
He blinked as Eises cntinued talking and then all the snow fell off him. He glanced down and at all the snow that had fallen away. He laughed again. "I should have you around more often when I travel." He shook his head, as if he was shaking the thought. He wouldn't be traveling any time soon. This was a special situation.
"We don't go anywhere in the winter," said Myrnin. He shook his head. "No beach either." He walked after Eises, following her closely. "We live in Texas. There is only sun where we are."
Even if they had had snow, it probably would have just meant vampires would have stayed in longer. That was what they had used to do.
"We usually stay in hotter areas," he admitted. "Or places without long winters."
His attention moved ahead, to where Eises was heading and where they would end up in a bit.
He could hear the very faint sound of ... something ... in the distance as well. "What's that?" he asked.

Rue and L | Hunger Games Room: ouch addition |mintedstar/fur

Rue watched as he seemed to struggle simply to think. Was that part of what was happening to him? She decided it probably was. This was all real, she knew it was, and yet Myrnin was trying to tell her it also wasn’t. The stakes were different here. Not “live or die” but more complicated than that. Almost more like a scale of how mentally wounded you were by the time you escaped.
She thought she almost preferred that. You could recover as long as you were still breathing. As long as your heart beat, you had a chance. Right?
She still hated it though. It was so wrong, this sick game the Cap - no - the House was playing. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, and she didn’t want to die, and it wasn’t fair that those were her two options.
Not that “fair” had ever come into the equation, of course.
“Swear on something that matters.” She said reflexively, then blinked and looked away. “Sorry. It’s just, the House is the closest thing to a deity I’ve ever seen, and it doesn’t care. We’re on our own whether there’s a god or not I guess.”
She looked at the knife, and her eyes widened at the marks it was leaving on Myrnin’s skin. A result of what he was, or simply how the weapon worked? She didn’t know. She couldn’t know until she tried.
Of course, she knew there was no way she was getting out of this alive. Myrnin must have known it too, or he wouldn’t have said she’d come back. She wasn’t giving up, she told herself firmly, she was just...being reasonable. She was twelve. She had gotten lucky with Myrnin, but what happened when a less understanding adult found her? There were plenty of those, she knew, and they were probably hunting for people like her at this very moment. At least in her Games, there were only other children to worry about. Which of course made her feel guilty, because those other children probably just wanted to go home as much as she did.
Some of them, anyway.
“I understand.” She said softly, staring back into his bright green eyes, her own ones dark and serious. She understood what he was saying. Wasn’t it the same as what she’d overheard that boy on the roof tell the girl? They don’t own me. Not unless I let them.
She took the knife carefully, and it didn’t burn her. She looked at it closer and realized it was silver, which felt important somehow, even if she didn’t know why. Maybe that was why it had been hurting him. And it was hurting him, unless his assurances that this wouldn’t hurt him the same way it would her were to be believed. Maybe they were. She didn’t know.
“So will you.” She said in a soft, choked voice. She didn’t want to do this. God she didn’t want this. She’d promised herself she would never kill again, and here she was, holding a knife, looking into a man’s eyes and preparing herself to see the light drain out of them. This was different than what she’d done before.
She hadn’t meant to before. This time, it was premeditated, thought out, executed. Did that make it worse? She swallowed her questions, and her fear, and the thoughts buzzing through her head.
I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t do it.
But she was going to do it anyway.
“Ready?” She asked in a whisper, barely audible.
Then she raised the knife, found his heart, and aimed.

L had been watching, a mix of emotions shadowing his features. Horror, pain, fear, and gratitude to Myrnin for trying we’re just some of what was going through his mind.
He could hear everything they were saying, of course. This was an impossible puzzle. Did it have a solution? If it did, it was eluding him, and Myrnin too from the look of things. He didn’t trust anyone around a kid right now, but so far, the vampire seemed to be controlling himself adequately. As in, he hadn’t killed her yet.
It was when he first suspected Myrnin’s plan that his face paled, and he leaned forwards, staring at the screen in undisguised horror. “No.” He said it very, very quietly. “Myrnin…she’s a child. This goes against everything you’ve stood for, everything you did in the arena. Don’t do this.”
Myrnin couldn’t hear him. It was stupid to talk as though he could. But L couldn’t help it, because he had to stop this, he had to stop it somehow. He reached out and put a hand on the screen, covering the girl and focusing on Myrnin alone. On his expression, the way he hid his pain from her.
If Myrnin did this, he would come hear. He would likely be physically recovered from the wound, so he shouldn’t attack anyone right off the bat, but what about his mind? Would it be fixed too? Would escaping the room heal him, or would it simply give him more targets once he couldn’t fight it anymore? L didn’t have answers, and he needed them.
“Damn you, Myrnin.” He muttered, releasing the screen and backing away. “Damn you, House.”
There had to be another way. His was not only the wrong decision, it was an incredibly risky one. If it went wrong….
They could all pay for it.

Vincent hummed in acknowledgment, though his brow had creased slightly at her words. Something about the title of her world was vaguely familiar, and he quickly became frustrated when he couldn’t make an immediate connection. He didn’t like the feeling that he was missing something potentially important, especially when it was his own fault for not making better note of the information when he heard it initially. 

He narrowed his eyes as he noticed her looking back at him. He turned his head in a slight dip, trying to catch her eye; she seemed anxious, but it was hard to tell if she was afraid of something around them, or if she was trying to scope out the best time to turn around and gut him. Either way, he didn’t feel terribly safe. He quickly abandoned his hopes to meet her gaze, and sat up straight, opening his mouth to ask that she explain her sudden change in demeanor. 

Before a sound could leave his throat, a dark shape swept into his peripheral. He gasped, jerking himself backwards in a reaction that would’ve been far too belated if it weren’t for the ground’s spontaneous eruption. 

The slick surface brought his foot out from beneath him almost instantly, with or without his experience on ice. He slammed down on his opposing knee, his lower arm making contact behind him to support a somewhat-upright position. He didn’t have much time to readjust himself before the ice ended, but having his feet out in front of him allowed him to push off his arm and into a run. He made it a few feet through the clearing before having to plant his palm against the earth and force himself to a stop. Before he had truly stopped his forward momentum, he staggered up from his stance and tracked backwards until he found his balance. 

His breathing was heavy, and his adrenaline took some extra effort to choke back, but he had to remind himself that the situation had simple fundamentals. He took a few hasty steps to take shelter behind his company, using the opportunity to reevaluate and then accept the current situation. Even with his sense of control back with him, he looked at Eises sideways. “Shit,” he scoffed, still breathless, and perhaps as an excuse of a ‘thank you.’ 

Dr. Sweets | Floor is Lava Room | anyone

A young man blinked into the room, wearing a suit and tie. He had short, curly black hair and dark eyes, and at the moment there was a pen tucked behind one ear, and a serious expression on his gentle face.
“-not sure I would say that exactly.” He was saying, then stopped abruptly, freezing in place. Instead of his office, he was standing in a completely unfamiliar room, with no sign of the person he’d been talking to. And even worse than that, there was...lava. There was actual lava, with furniture poking up out of it and somehow not burning up.
He was so startled he didn’t even notice the little boy at first. He’d been standing there, talking, and then he was here, and there was no time in between at all. He would have thought he was dreaming, only he didn’t think he’d ever dreamed so vividly before. And besides, he knew he wasn’t supposed to be here. Which was probably a good thing, actually.
Was this some sort of hallucination? Had he been poisoned? He reached up to feel his head, checking for a fever, but of course if he was hallucinating this badly he wouldn’t be able to feel a fever anyway. Finally, he noticed the child nearby, and forced himself to breathe. Panicking wouldn’t do him any good.
“Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth, if you can hear me, I seem to be having, um...some difficulties.” He said slowly and clearly. “Please restrain me as quickly as possible. I may be experiencing a severe form of psychosis. I may be a danger to myself and others if left alone.”

Myrnin | HG Room | ®Hawkpath® <Raintalon> strider

Da-dump-
It was the sound of a life coming to an end, burning away like the last embers of a fire.
There wasn't a quick or painless way to kill a vampire. There never would be.
The world was tinged with red and silver and gold. Myrnin's eyeslids drooped, the edges of his vision growing ragged and dark. There was no getting around the feeling of ice and fire which danced through his veins, burning up each secular thought and clear emotion. Slowly. It was always slowly. One hand was gently clamped around Rue's, less like he was trying to force her hand and more as if he needed someone there.
His eyes flared ...
Gold.
The last embers of dying flames, tilting backwards, knees bending ...
Dark.
Myrnin's body went limp. It was hard to discribe the reaction he had to the knife, other than the fact that it had been similar to the damage to his hand. Bad. The faint light stayed in his eyes for far longer then it should have in a human and it was only in what must have been the last couple seconds that the grimace of pain he had been holding in for Rue's sake caught up to his lips. His mouth was parted, just a little, like he might have said something, but there was nothing left to say. Nothing which the dead could say.
But, as if in some sign, the empty eyes which looked up at the darkening sky weren't green.
They were gold.
...

Myrnin | Observation Room | @ the gang again, but anyone else who is about as well

The vampire appeared exactly like he said he would - only it wasn't home, like he had expected.
Instead, the vampire appeared in a heep, looking like he was free of the wound that had killed him, but not free of something else ...
His eyes flickered dangerously - green and gold - before fading back to green. The man curled into a small lump, pressing his head into his arms, and trembled. He shook, back and forth, his shoulders heaving. Not crying, but trembling. It wasn't clear whether it was from fear or maybe some inner conflict. Or both. Either way, for the time being, he wasn't looking at the room or showing his eyes.

Nico had been hiding in the shadows, nervously messing with the piece of chain he’d recovered from Victoria. He didn’t care that the shadow seemed to leech at his energy, at his presence, he just… didn’t want to feel. He didn’t want to release himself into the real world to face not only Kelsier’s absence, but now Tori’s as well. He didn’t know how long he stood there, suspended in shadows, invisible to anyone but himself. He wasn’t aware of what was going on in the world around him, just that nothing was moving here and he could breathe. This room had already taken too much from him, and he had no idea how long it had been. Longer than most rooms tended to last, for certain. Nico was going to need to find a way to get supplies if he really wanted to survive here much longer, but he’d managed to go for more than a few days without anything. The House wouldn’t make that any different. It could do a lot of things, but it couldn’t take Nico’s resilience away from him.
Just as he was beginning to feel like he could take a breath in without breaking down again, Nico felt a tug at his chest, and the ringing began again. He didn’t bother trying to block out the sound this time, despite how it wormed its way into his head, making itself impossible to ignore. He let the shadows whisk him away towards where this newest pain originated.
Nico stumbled out of the shadows in front of Rue, tripping forward and nearly collapsing onto Myrnin’s body. Myrnin. No.
It didn’t matter that he had killed Kelsier. It didn’t matter that his eyes were gold now, not green, though Nico did take the effort to lightly close them with shaking fingers. Myrnin was one of his best friends, like it or not. Nico could count on one hand the people he trusted with his life, the people who knew deep down who he was. While there were plenty more people Nico was willing to die for, they were different from the people who had chosen Nico in spite of the dark clouds hanging behind him. Who had seen him at his worst and had still held on to him. Fighting back another wave of tears and trying to control his heavy breathing, Nico wrapped his arms around Myrnin’s body, holding the vampire close. He was already cold. He had been cold for as long as Nico had known him, but this… this was different.
It took Nico too long to realize he wasn’t alone in the clearing. Tired, almost glazed dark eyes caught on the light of a living person’s aura, and he raised his eyes to see Rue, still holding the knife.
“Get away from him,” he hissed quietly, but any fire in his voice was muted. He was so tired, and so hurt, and he couldn’t stop himself from rocking slightly, still clinging to Myrnin. “Get away from him!” he repeated, the words coming out in a snarl now.
Nico couldn’t save anyone. The three people he knew best, the three he – for whatever reason – trusted, were gone. He hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye, and now he was alone.
Theoretically he could ally himself with Enjolras, or Arlo, or some of the other blinkers he was familiar with, but he was an unknown variable to them. He’d killed Arlo once, and he doubted Enjolras would trust him because of his powers. No, he was well and truly alone.
“I hate you,” he whispered, the words so quiet they could only have been meant for the House. “I hate you,” he repeated, bowing his head and biting back tears. He wanted to go home. His world was dark and dangerous and he didn’t know if he was going to survive it, but it was better than here. Distantly, he realized that ‘home’ didn’t mean a place. It never had, for Nico. It had always been people. Bianca. Hazel. Rae. Noctin. Victoria. Myrnin. Maybe, someday, even Kelsier. One dead years ago, but it still hurt like it had happened yesterday. Two separated from him by worlds and time, and who knew what else. Now three stolen from him today before he could even process what that meant.
“I hate you,” he told the House once more for good measure. He didn’t check to see what Rue had done before he clung tighter to Myrnin and melted them both into the growing shadows. He landed in a cave, disoriented and exhausted. It would be safe here. It had to be safe here.
Pain and fear was flooding off of him in waves – radiating around the dark cavern. If anyone came near, they would sense death nearby. With any luck, they would stay away and let Nico grieve in peace.

Kelsier | Hunger Games Viewing Room | mostly mintedstar/fur and strider

It happened slowly.
Kelsier and Sam were the main ones glued to Nico’s screen, and he didn’t know what the other boy was to Nico, but he didn’t care. All that seemed to matter in that moment was the fact that Nico was in pain, and there was nothing the Mistborn could do to fix it this time.
Everything they were to each other was a mess of fragmented emotions and half understood facts. They were enemies, they were friends. They’d talked over hot chocolate, they knew each other’s deepest secrets. And they’d even saved each other before.
If Kelsier could have broken back into the arena, he would have done it in a second. He would have smashed through anything in his way.
But there was nothing he could do.
And then Nico moved, and Kelsier tensed, understanding the meaning of the movement a second before he saw the body. He stared, shock coursing through his body, as he realized who it was.
It was the man who had killed him. His name was Myrnin.
They were friends, he realized, and for some reason the realization made him feel better and worse at the same time. Nico was holding the body of the man who had murdered him, and Kelsier didn’t understand why.
Unless it was the House. The House that had made Myrnin kill him, the House that had pitted them against each other. He listened as Nico murmured the same words in Kelsier’s heart over and over again, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, and he almost turned away, but he didn’t.
“I hate you.” He murmured, very, very quietly. He was adding his own voice to Nico’s. “I hate you.”
He didn’t understand. But he promised himself that he was going to.
When Nico dragged the body away, the same way he had Kelsier’s, the Mistborn forced himself to look away for the first time. His hazel eyes found Myrnin, crouched on the floor like a wounded animal.
“Get up.” He said very softly. He’d seen the way Myrnin knew the little girl was following him. He knew he could hear him. “If you want to kill me, then go ahead and try. I won’t die so easily a second time.”
It was a test. He was waiting to see what Myrnin would do.

Rue | Hunger Games Room

Rue was still standing there when Nico appeared, and she looked at him, too out of it to really care that he could kill her in a second if he wanted to.
Oh. He didn’t care about her after all. He cared about Myrnin.
She watched as he held the body, and felt the cold weight of the knife in her hands. She waited, but the tears still refused to come.
“He’ll be fine.” She said quietly. Her tone shockingly calm. “It isn’t permanent. It’s just a game.”
Then she turned and walked away, knife still held loosely in her hand. There was nothing more she could do for either of them.

And Myrnin did hear Kelsier. He seemed to hear him over L, in fact.
His head moved, snapping up in a jerk, body growing unusually still. Gold eyes and an expression completely devoid of almost every emotion looked at Kelsier.
It was reminiscent of a stone statue, with eyes painted gold.
"Now, why would I want do that?" asked the statue, practically toneless apart from what might have been slight, ever so slight, lazy curiosity.
Then just as quickly as the snap had come, the green eyes were back. Myrnin pressed both of his hands to the side of his head and over and over again practically pounded the palms of his hands against his ears.
"Not me, not me, not me."
His attention had completely left Kelsier and instead turned to L. The look he gave the detective was hopeless, lost, and the distance between them was non-existent in a second. Myrnin clutched at L, hugging him like a drowning man might clutch a lifeline.
His voice dropped substantially from there, clutching at the shorter man's shoulders, whispering his fears like he usually would never do.
"Don't let that be me. Don't let it be me."
It wasn't over. It would never be over. Being away from the room, he was calmer, more collected, and some musician was playing in the background. It was enough that he just ended up sniffling a little, arms clutching at L.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry I couldn't be something. Anything else. I'm sorry."
Bad or good was better than what he was becoming. He had wanted to be himself. Clutching at L at least meant he was reassured in something - he had a friend. Somehow, L was still his friend.
The fact that Myrnin was changing around that terrified him.
"What's going to happen?" he half whispered to L. Searching for answers from the detective. Because wasn't that his thing? Answers. "I don't want to disappear ... What's going to happen?"
He didn't want to disappear, or lose his friends. Or worse, to lose his friends because he was disappearing. Wasn't that likely.
His friends ... he should check on them. Hange, Nico, the others. But he couldn't move. All he could do was clutch at L, hoping that somehow, this time, he'd stay himself long enough to feel safe.
He didn't feel safe.

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Sam | Viewing Room | Hawk again, whoops XD Feel free for someone else to jump in.

Sam flinched away from the viewing screens when Myrnin appeared. There were other things going on in the room now, other than anxiously watching something play out before him like a badly scripted movie. Bad because it was people.
Watching the stoic vampire that he knew (or thought he new) almost break down in the middle of the room shook him. The fact that he could turn around and watch Nico drag away Myrnin's body on the screen didn't help. This was bad and was getting worse.
"Don't," he said, stepping toward Kelsier. He didn't know the man, but he didn't think that he understood. It was hard to really understand or explain. "Don't pick a fight."
He didn't know Myrnin. He didn't know what had happened or what would happen, but his voice wavered as he said it. "This is the House. Bad things happen."
The clones ... he remembered them and was sorry.