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Post by Numquam on May 16, 2020 21:00:56 GMT -5
Numquam Narrow feline slits were focused on the man as he tried to pull his head further away from the beast. He knew there wasn’t much use for scrambling, and he wasn’t in a position to grab the ice chunk he’s dropped, so his best interest was to turn away from the creature’s hot breath and wait for it to finish him off. He wasn’t tempted to scream, but it was admittedly hard to catch his breath with the giant paw pressing against his lungs. The loud yelp, and sudden release from the weight pinning him down, quickly persuaded Vincent to open his eyes. The beast’s claws drug across his chest as it was knocked off him, but it’s grip only managed to create two parallel slits in his shirt’s fabric and a narrow slice through the underlying skin. The man started pulling himself backwards before attempting to figure out what had saved him, only looking towards the large piece of ice at the creature’s paws as it started to cringe and bend into a sore spot on its ribs; where it had been struck supposedly. It’s back leg kicked for a moment, trying to paw at the wound as it whined. The hesitation seemed to give it time to realize that it’s partner had left it, and whatever material made up it’s spine seemed to bristle. It turned its head to Eises, ears pulled back, and gave a threatening hiss. Then, tail lashing, it ducked down its head and fled into the jungle after the other beast. Vincent let out a sigh of relief, allowing himself to sink into the dirt for a moment, then pulled himself to his feet. He was now thoroughly covered in sweat, his backside was covered in dirt, and most of his hair was no longer in a ponytail; but he still held himself at full height. He stared at the path the creatures had taken to retreat for a while before his eyes turned towards the display of ice, eventually leading him to his canine company. He looked her up and down, hesitating for a moment before looking away. He seemed entirely unsure of what to do with himself now that she’d chosen to save him...twice. He seemed more frustrated than thankful, but his expression remained difficult to read. Seeing the beast with its claw on Vin-sint's chest gave Eises a painful reminder to the time she was sent out to the North Eastern mountains in Elisia. As if in response, part of her rib muscle throbbed briefly. At least these guys aren't as heavy. She summoned two relatively large bits of floating ice, but had them slowly float in Vin-sint's direction for his use. He could use the ice to help with soothe any annoying pain. Eises tensed the muscles in her legs, ready to leap forward again. She kept her palms open, planning to summon more ice after making her jump. She tensed her fingers at the hiss, half-expecting this beast to come at her as well. Her brows raised just slightly when it instead decided to flee. Shoulders relaxing, she straightened her back. "G-Go for a small boar next time! They're fatter and tastier!" That led her to wonder how big they would get in a jungle like this. Tusks? Height? Aggressiveness? ....Taste? "A-A boar sounds really good right now." Her stomach rumbled loudly in response. She tried remembering what the dorm cafeteria-kitchens had in its fridges. "I think Kohta brought pork this morning...do we have garlic? Chile powder?" She stared intensely at the ground in front of her with her brow furrowed in thought, one finger on her chin again as she listed off more ingredients for tonight's dinner. The rustle of leaves dancing in the wind from the sudden breeze returned her to the present. She lifted her head and lowered her hand. "T-Those cats have a really earthy smell. They don't smell like cats a-at all." It was no wonder she couldn't have detected them sooner. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 16, 2020 22:08:26 GMT -5
Myrnin | Ice Sculpture Room | Numquam "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. Ice elementals could cool the air around them to their heart's content, but now that Eises thought about it, she wondered if she would be able to warm the air using Serian. If she had better control over her purple magic, she would attempt it. At this moment however, she would much rather deal with a frozen Myrnin than a crispy one. "C-Cooked animal meat smells tasty, but I wonder how cooked vampire meat tas- err, smells like." It was a half-joke. "I don't think now's the time to find out." Eises widened her eyes just a bit and chuckled nervously. " Oh I-I uh, I don't think I'd be too useful if you traveled around." She forced another laugh. He's just saying that to be nice, right...? Unless Myrnin was moving to a hot forest and living in the wild, Eises assumed she would just be a hindrance. She was convinced he'd eventually find some reason to be annoyed with her. "Is Teck-sess the name of your country?" There was only sun, so she assumed it was relatively close to his world's equator. Still forgetting the vampire's worst enemy, she asked, "Have you been to a beach before? L-Like, on vacation? Swimming in the ocean can be pretty fun." Eises ducked under a low branch and avoided stepping into a dry bush. There was a series of loud cracks as she stepped over fallen sticks and made her way through the trees. She lifted her hand and prevented any snow falling from the branches and onto either blinker. The temptation of having all the snow fall on Myrnin was very great, as was the temptation for using her magic to throw more random snowballs. If Myrnin was able to warm up naturally, she would consider it. She now stood on the other side of the line of trees, and watched the ice sculptures with curiosity. These ones didn't look like any animal she's seen before. They almost appeared ape-like, but with what she assumed was supposed to be a thick mane around their heads. It reminded her of a fat sunflower. If they were real animals, she would have been intimidated. "It sounds like...ripples?" Just on the other side of the sculptures was what looked like a very long sheet of ice. She grinned instinctively as she picked up the pace to approach. The ice was thick, and it was almost impossible to hear the muffled ripples below. She stopped just before the frozen river. Just how strong was this ice? "D-Do you think it's safe to walk o-" A rough pressure slammed into her back and shoved her body forward. Her shoulders turned slightly as she fell, and from the corner of her eye she could see an ice sculpture stand where she stood. Her elbow landed sharply on the ice, and her body had begun to quickly slide down the slope. "Tastes like a corpse," Myrnin said with a shrug, as if that was obvious. "And smells worse." He had at least smelled it before. Sadly, it failed to come across as a joke. He did glance at her however, frowning when she seemed to imply she wasn't interesting enough to travel or something of the kind. But he didn't think there was any way to really disprove her implication and have it be believed. So he just shrugged, smiled, and said, "Guess we'll have to see what happens. Maybe there will be a bit of traveling in a room." He then shook his head at her question. "No. It's just a smaller state within a country. Though I suppose if you wanted to consider Morganville - the town I live in - as a country all its own than that wouldn't be much of a stretch." He shook his head again at her second question. "I've been swimming, but I don't do it for fun. And only ever tend to do so at night. Water is not my favorite thing." He approached the same sheet of ice that Eises did, glancing at it with curiosity. He didn't pay much mind to the ice sculptures until one of them pushed Eises onto the ice sheets. Myrnin growled at it, but wasn't really sure if it had been provoking them or not. Deciding he didn't want to find out, he jumped forward, and just as quickly trusted his own weight to the ice. "Wheeeee," he said brightly. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on May 16, 2020 23:45:46 GMT -5
Ononoki - beach room - starter
Dull lamplight turned into a bright sun, beating down upon a dusty beach and its waves. The sun struck Ononoki's face and her eyelids twitched in instinctual response. When she lowered her gaze, she could see that there was an inner tube around her torso. She wore a swimsuit beneath it that was one piece, with frills as if to mimic her usual dress.
The beach cascaded into the distance in both directions, seemingly bending around to form the edge of an island. The water showed no end, and neither did the forest behind her. There was no one around to tell Ononoki to relax, so she was stock still for a long time staring toward the horizon, the ripples in the ocean reflecting in her big green eyes.
Nothing to do. A small crab scuttled across her bare feet, but she didn't seem to notice. She didn't care that she would be burned by the sun, even when an umbrella stood poking out of the sand only a few meters away offering its protection. There were even reclined beach chairs to relax in, towels, rafts, and the like. The doll girl had not so much as turned her head to catch a glimpse of it all. She was truly and utterly useless on her own at the moment.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on May 17, 2020 0:42:54 GMT -5
Numquam Narrow feline slits were focused on the man as he tried to pull his head further away from the beast. He knew there wasn’t much use for scrambling, and he wasn’t in a position to grab the ice chunk he’s dropped, so his best interest was to turn away from the creature’s hot breath and wait for it to finish him off. He wasn’t tempted to scream, but it was admittedly hard to catch his breath with the giant paw pressing against his lungs. The loud yelp, and sudden release from the weight pinning him down, quickly persuaded Vincent to open his eyes. The beast’s claws drug across his chest as it was knocked off him, but it’s grip only managed to create two parallel slits in his shirt’s fabric and a narrow slice through the underlying skin. The man started pulling himself backwards before attempting to figure out what had saved him, only looking towards the large piece of ice at the creature’s paws as it started to cringe and bend into a sore spot on its ribs; where it had been struck supposedly. It’s back leg kicked for a moment, trying to paw at the wound as it whined. The hesitation seemed to give it time to realize that it’s partner had left it, and whatever material made up it’s spine seemed to bristle. It turned its head to Eises, ears pulled back, and gave a threatening hiss. Then, tail lashing, it ducked down its head and fled into the jungle after the other beast. Vincent let out a sigh of relief, allowing himself to sink into the dirt for a moment, then pulled himself to his feet. He was now thoroughly covered in sweat, his backside was covered in dirt, and most of his hair was no longer in a ponytail; but he still held himself at full height. He stared at the path the creatures had taken to retreat for a while before his eyes turned towards the display of ice, eventually leading him to his canine company. He looked her up and down, hesitating for a moment before looking away. He seemed entirely unsure of what to do with himself now that she’d chosen to save him...twice. He seemed more frustrated than thankful, but his expression remained difficult to read. Seeing the beast with its claw on Vin-sint's chest gave Eises a painful reminder to the time she was sent out to the North Eastern mountains in Elisia. As if in response, part of her rib muscle throbbed briefly. At least these guys aren't as heavy. She summoned two relatively large bits of floating ice, but had them slowly float in Vin-sint's direction for his use. He could use the ice to help with soothe any annoying pain. Eises tensed the muscles in her legs, ready to leap forward again. She kept her palms open, planning to summon more ice after making her jump. She tensed her fingers at the hiss, half-expecting this beast to come at her as well. Her brows raised just slightly when it instead decided to flee. Shoulders relaxing, she straightened her back. "G-Go for a small boar next time! They're fatter and tastier!" That led her to wonder how big they would get in a jungle like this. Tusks? Height? Aggressiveness? ....Taste? "A-A boar sounds really good right now." Her stomach rumbled loudly in response. She tried remembering what the dorm cafeteria-kitchens had in its fridges. "I think Kohta brought pork this morning...do we have garlic? Chile powder?" She stared intensely at the ground in front of her with her brow furrowed in thought, one finger on her chin again as she listed off more ingredients for tonight's dinner. The rustle of leaves dancing in the wind from the sudden breeze returned her to the present. She lifted her head and lowered her hand. "T-Those cats have a really earthy smell. They don't smell like cats a-at all." It was no wonder she couldn't have detected them sooner. Vincent leaned away as the ice drifted towards him, not seeming to know it’s purpose. Once the cat’s distracting presence left the scene, he allowed himself to acknowledge the floating chunks. It was impossible not to be fascinated. His eyebrows raised as he reached for one, plucking it from the air carefully and staring at it. It felt like real ice, and looked like it as far as he could tell, but he had no real idea what sort of properties he should be looking for. He still wasn’t sure why Eises had sent it over to him, but when he looked to her for a clue she was muttering about cooking. He took a long inhale before bending over a carefully setting the ice in the dirt. He would’ve dropped it, but he was starting to realize his relationship with this canine could be essential to the room. Even if she was delusional. The blond took a moment to frown at his torn shirt as she started speaking, swiping at the small amount of beading blood with his thumb. He sort of nodded along with her words despite his divided attention. “Were they made of flesh?” He asked, remembering the rocky surface he’d lost his blade in. It had a breath...but it’s interior had been difficult to discern through the fangs. He figured that, at least in part, the beast had to of been from the earth. He sighed, wiping sweat from his face before starting to fix his hair. These types of rooms were starting to piss him off...but at least his company could support them both. “How do your powers work?” He inquired, softening his tone slightly to try and sound like he was making small talk...when really the question could be important. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on May 17, 2020 1:19:13 GMT -5
Ravohyr | Beach Room | Razzle Dazzle To save the day like the hero he would be, Ravohyr blinked in. Though he wasn't familiar with garments specifically intended for swimming, he had appeared in some simple black trunks with white moon and star patterns all over it. Not only that, but something was oddly tight around his upper biceps... Investigating yielded no obvious answer, seeing as he had no idea just what the hell water wings were. They shimmered unnaturally with their hectic bright colors illustrating what looked to be some sort of bird. Gingerly he poked at them, finding that it resisted, but not very much. One of them already seemed to be shrinking, despite having barely been meddled with. They didn't hurt him, so... best not think about it, he decided. Looking around, he then saw the coastline and practically gleamed with excitement. And a familiar face to accompany it! That was quite nice as well. "Hello there, Ononoki! What've you got there?" he called, pointing at her inner tube as he made his way over.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on May 17, 2020 1:30:33 GMT -5
~∂єѕтιиу Ravohyr's eyebrows peaked as Vincent grappled onto his shoulders and he almost snorted. Oh boy, that was cruelly funny, oh nine. Taking a precaution against the poor bastards squirmings, he planted one foot a little further back on the platform and leaned his weight onto it to anchor them a bit better. He waited while he sorted himself out for a reaction, actually finding himself analyzing him in an effort to figure him out. It didn't help much. A twinge of guilt began to show through just a bit, until he saw that smile that seemed so mature and condescending in nature, causing him to raise his own judgmental eyebrow as he stared at him. At this point, he wondered how truly he felt. His grip had eased, but still; was this man so fearless that he'd directly challenge his will to throw a stranger away? Ravohyr hummed softly at him. Well, it had gone on long enough. Winding one of his arms properly under the mans shoulders, he dropped his feet and let him plummet a foot as he brought him back to the platform, using the other hand to stabilize him before he let go. "Alright, alright... We've had enough fun in here," he said, turning away from him and going to reequip his armor, putting his shirt and sleeves and whatnot back on. "How do we go about getting out? We just leave?" he inquired over his shoulder, unsure if he had even stuck around to hear his question. Vincent watched carefully for any changes in the elf’s expression. He was obviously tempted to drop him just to be spiteful, but his hesitation was enough to reveal his real intentions. It was likely that the axe wielding mage could stomach dropping someone in acid...but did he have the heart to commit to the act while in the moment? No. The blond sucked in a sharp breath of air as the elf dropped his feet, though he stayed relatively well poised as he was brought back to solid ground. Once he was touching the platform, however, he swatted away Ravohyr’s hands and backed up a comfortable distance from the edge. His heart was pounding in his chest, but his sly smile returned as he glared at the elf. He figured his company could curse himself for his boring morals in his own time, and, while it was satisfying to see people be disappointed by their predictability, he was still frustrated by the whole situation. As easily as the smirk had came, an expression of cold distaste came to overtake it. The burning stare continued for several moments after the elf had finished speaking, the man keeping his chin slightly lifted. He eventually took in an agitated breath, pulling his jacket back up his shoulders and giving a single firm tug at both ends to righten it. “Don’t waste my time and start something you can’t finish,” he said icily before turn towards the door. He was silent as he put his armor on, buckling leather straps and shimmying things into place while he waited for an answer from his company, though when it finally came it wasn't what he'd anticipated. A frown made the ends of his ears tilt down subtly and he sighed, rolling his eyes a bit. For a moment he was bent on explaining that it was a joke, an effort to make things less awkward, and he'd even opened his mouth to do so. After a few seconds of contemplation, he decided it would do nothing for him or the situation and gave up on it. Instead, he just grunted softly in reply and snapped his breastplate back into place, then turned to follow him out the door. Ravohyr was genuinely curious about how leaving would work, since he'd never actually been through any doors in this place. He recalled, very vaguely, Dipper's explanation of how this odd 'house' functioned, and the hallways he'd spoken of. This wasn't a hallway though, it was just a door. Would it lead out of the house? Didn't seem plausible. Impatient in his curiosity and excitement, he broke into a relaxed jog to get ahead of Vincent and open the door, slowing and flexing his fingers before taking hold of the handle. Maybe there would be a void, as dark as the night sky on the other side? Perhaps they would fall onto some moons. Or perhaps it would lead to another room all together... Hopefully somewhere more accommodating than this. He was right in that; as he pushed open the door, he was greeted by the very simple hallway, dimly lit and sickeningly long. "Oh," he mumbled, "thats entirely anticlimactic." Still better than that room, he figured, and booked it out of there without a backward glance. |
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Post by broken on May 17, 2020 1:33:29 GMT -5
(Thing are going nice over here. How are you?) "Depends on what you consider new," Kid said with a sigh. He dropped into a chair like hanging out in the House was as natural to him as breathing. "I think the House is exclusively set on using me as a walking "welcome to the House" speech. Most of the time, the only people I see are new blinkers." He leaned forward, bracing his hands on his knees. He realized after a second that he might know a piece of House gossip that Ciel didn't. "Have you talked to Arlo recently?" (that's good  and I'm doing good as well. Also sorry my posts aren't very long!) "Ah well that seems to be the usual around here," Ciel muttered with a sigh, taking a seat next to his friend. He was still confused why the House was still bringing people in, but it didn't matter now; he kind of enjoyed blinking in here and meeting the new people. "Arlo? Oh no, I can't remember the last time I've spoken with her," he replied with a pause. He couldn't even remember tbe last time he had blinked in or seen her at that. "Why? Is she doing well?" |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on May 17, 2020 1:41:39 GMT -5
Now, there was a temptation to refuse Archie's offer out of stubbornness, but Vimes didn't actually see a point. Dry clothes were dry clothes. It did seem a bit annoying that it felt like a debt, but Vimes reasoned that there was enough of a confusion around this place that it was owed to him. "It would be appreciated," he said with a nod. He paused, considering the room again. It had been formulating a picture in the back of his head for a while and slowly he was gathering exactly what Archie had just said. He was too flashy. This place wasn't fancy enough for it. Oh, Vimes would have loved to live somewhere here. It was far more upperclass than what he'd known in his youth. But living with Sybil had proven without a doubt how nobility lived. This wasn't godlike or even noble like. "I see," he said. His voice had shifted again, to sharpened curiosity. "So," he asked. "What are you?" It wasn't really mainly meant to be rude. It was meant to analyze. What was powerful enough to take a god (or demigod) off the streets? "Certainly sir." With the permission given, Archie was happy to oblige. With a wave of his hand, the water was whisked from his clothes with perhaps what you'd call an 'odd' sensation. A powerful wind, or an aggressive suction, it would be hard to tell; whipped through the mans clothes without so much as disturbing the hair on his skin. The clothes fluttered briefly, then were as dry as they would be if you'd thrown them into a super dryer at your Local Laundromat(tm). He grinned at his handiwork, returning his arm to his side. While he waited for the man to come to the inevitable conclusion, he began to toy with the elegant jewels scattered about his body, picking at the gold chains that kept them situated properly. "Mmm," he hummed in response to his acceptance, then abruptly stopped short from the question. Oh. Oh? Oh. His eyebrows pulled together and one might have said he looked distressed, save for the ever present smile. By no means was he offended, quite the contrary; he was boundlessly flattered. So much so that he might very well weep for joy if he wasn't so shocked. Nobody had ever asked him to explain himself before, and come to think of it, he had no idea how. Well, how to properly. "Formally speaking, I believe humans would refer to me as a god. But thats not really what I am," he began slowly. This man didn't seem like the type to enjoy lengthy, very deep answers, so he thought he best keep it a bit shorter so as to not loose his attention or interest too quickly. "I'm not sure how advanced your world is, but to put it simply I'm a being of unfathomable power from very, very far beyond the stars you presumably see in your sky. Not a deity, I govern nor torment one people specifically." Perfect non-lengthy answer. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on May 17, 2020 9:05:07 GMT -5
Ononoki - beach room - Ravohyr
Her feet stayed planted in the sand as she turned her gleaming green eyes toward the newcomer. Her turquoise hair was up in a messy bun, clearly styled by someone else, but the two pieces of hair that framed her face were still there.
"Demon boy," she addressed him. He seemed awfully glad to see her, but her greeting was blank as ever. "What are you doing here?... I said with a posed look." She said it as though he had no reason to blink into the Paradox House. As if it was his choice, and as if he knew she would be here.
Ononoki looked down at the plastic inflated tube around her torso when he pointed it out.
"It's a flotation device," she answered. Then she saw how his own was deflating, and she nearly took on an expression. One of pity.
She finally decided to move under the umbrella behind her, leaving behind two pristine footprints in the sand where she had blinked in. There were ice boxes, probably filled with snacks for which she had no interest. Gulls glided overhead, their calls nearly drowned out by the crashing of the waves. Any seasoned blinker would know that there were too many factors here. Even in a vacation setting, something was bound to go wrong.
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 17, 2020 16:11:08 GMT -5
Sachiko | Arena 2 | mintedstar/fur and strider mostly |Sachiko shuddered, folding her arms tightly as they made their way into the cavern. Her heart was hammering almost painfully in her chest - and she didn't understand why she felt so uneasy. Sure, this was a tense situation, but she'd been in her share of foxholes. It had never intimidated her much. But now... Her breath came in shallow little pants as she continued to walk beside the Doctor, and her hand went to her throat, instinctively trying to soothe the constricted feeling in her lungs that was preventing her from taking a full breath. Her instincts were screaming at her to turn around, but she kept walking, her hands balling into fists, resolutely placing one foot in front of the other. Then, the Doctor stopped, and she stopped with her, although her eyes were still adjusting to the gloom. She squinted ahead, dreading what she might see, and a chill ran through every inch of her body as she finally found what the Doctor was looking at. "Oh no..." she muttered softly, her eyes widening at the horrific sight. It wasn't her first dead body, either. If it had been, she might've passed out right then and there. But despite the cold sweat breaking out on her forehead, she kept her ground, feeling slightly dizzy as she tried to process what was happening through the ringing in her ears. "We need to get out of here," she said to the Doctor, not taking her eyes off the body. " Now."
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 17, 2020 16:18:51 GMT -5
Mei | Lava room | dawn |Mei watched in muted anxiety as Satoru jumped, flinching a little as his feet hit the slippery countertop. Then, she let out a tiny breath of relief. He'd made it. "Okay," she said simply, as he beckoned to her from the second surface. What would happen if she fell in lava while she was already dead? Would it hurt? Would she die again? What did it even mean to die while you were dead? Only one way to find out. Bracing herself, she jumped, and as usual, lost all sense of equilibrium as soon as her feet left the cushions. She flailed her arms in the air, and then hit the countertop at a crooked angle, sliding and ultimately falling sideways at Satoru's feet. Wincing and breathing hard, she pulled herself into a sitting position, eyes very wide as she stared into the boiling lava inches from her knees. She held her hands out in front of her, noting the little burn marks singing the edges of her palms where she'd gripped the side of the counter. She balled them into fists and shoved them into the folds of her skirt, blinking away tears of pain at the movement. "Are you alright?" she asked Satoru, still staring into the lava.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on May 17, 2020 16:27:17 GMT -5
Ononoki - beach room - RavohyrHer feet stayed planted in the sand as she turned her gleaming green eyes toward the newcomer. Her turquoise hair was up in a messy bun, clearly styled by someone else, but the two pieces of hair that framed her face were still there. "Demon boy," she addressed him. He seemed awfully glad to see her, but her greeting was blank as ever. "What are you doing here?... I said with a posed look." She said it as though he had no reason to blink into the Paradox House. As if it was his choice, and as if he knew she would be here. Ononoki looked down at the plastic inflated tube around her torso when he pointed it out. "It's a flotation device," she answered. Then she saw how his own was deflating, and she nearly took on an expression. One of pity. She finally decided to move under the umbrella behind her, leaving behind two pristine footprints in the sand where she had blinked in. There were ice boxes, probably filled with snacks for which she had no interest. Gulls glided overhead, their calls nearly drowned out by the crashing of the waves. Any seasoned blinker would know that there were too many factors here. Even in a vacation setting, something was bound to go wrong. The nickname he'd forgotten made him chuckle. Some Dunmer might find it terribly offensive, but obviously she wouldn't know what a Dunmer was, and to be fair even Daedra had some pretty dark skin. The comparison made sense, so he wasn't bothered. "Hey Blue Girl," he greeted back, finding her dead tone peculiar but, given her body language, not totally out of place. "I'm not sure actually, I was working on a job from one of my guild masters... Guess not for a while now, though," he said and shrugged, coming to stop nearby the intriguing blue haired girl, then seeing her heading under the umbrella and followed. "Ooh... It really floats, huh? Weird," he said, poking at his own again curiously. "What is all this stuff?" His arm swept in a wide gesture to all the odd things under the umbrella. That he could recognize at least, despite the wild colors it was boasting. And the towel under it, he could tell what that was. But the cold boxes were beyond him. And the other little tools scattered about... Wait, he knew what those were; there was a small, very weirdly shaped bucket and a spade, as well as a rake and a few other molds in shapes he couldn't distinguish. Picking up the first three mentioned, he looked them over and bent them experimentally. The handle on the rake snapped off and he jumped, grunting in surprise and dropping it. "This material is so weak, who would make anything out of this?" he questioned. |
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Post by Numquam on May 17, 2020 17:41:12 GMT -5
Seeing the beast with its claw on Vin-sint's chest gave Eises a painful reminder to the time she was sent out to the North Eastern mountains in Elisia. As if in response, part of her rib muscle throbbed briefly. At least these guys aren't as heavy. She summoned two relatively large bits of floating ice, but had them slowly float in Vin-sint's direction for his use. He could use the ice to help with soothe any annoying pain. Eises tensed the muscles in her legs, ready to leap forward again. She kept her palms open, planning to summon more ice after making her jump. She tensed her fingers at the hiss, half-expecting this beast to come at her as well. Her brows raised just slightly when it instead decided to flee. Shoulders relaxing, she straightened her back. "G-Go for a small boar next time! They're fatter and tastier!" That led her to wonder how big they would get in a jungle like this. Tusks? Height? Aggressiveness? ....Taste? "A-A boar sounds really good right now." Her stomach rumbled loudly in response. She tried remembering what the dorm cafeteria-kitchens had in its fridges. "I think Kohta brought pork this morning...do we have garlic? Chile powder?" She stared intensely at the ground in front of her with her brow furrowed in thought, one finger on her chin again as she listed off more ingredients for tonight's dinner. The rustle of leaves dancing in the wind from the sudden breeze returned her to the present. She lifted her head and lowered her hand. "T-Those cats have a really earthy smell. They don't smell like cats a-at all." It was no wonder she couldn't have detected them sooner. Vincent leaned away as the ice drifted towards him, not seeming to know it’s purpose. Once the cat’s distracting presence left the scene, he allowed himself to acknowledge the floating chunks. It was impossible not to be fascinated. His eyebrows raised as he reached for one, plucking it from the air carefully and staring at it. It felt like real ice, and looked like it as far as he could tell, but he had no real idea what sort of properties he should be looking for. He still wasn’t sure why Eises had sent it over to him, but when he looked to her for a clue she was muttering about cooking. He took a long inhale before bending over a carefully setting the ice in the dirt. He would’ve dropped it, but he was starting to realize his relationship with this canine could be essential to the room. Even if she was delusional. The blond took a moment to frown at his torn shirt as she started speaking, swiping at the small amount of beading blood with his thumb. He sort of nodded along with her words despite his divided attention. “Were they made of flesh?” He asked, remembering the rocky surface he’d lost his blade in. It had a breath...but it’s interior had been difficult to discern through the fangs. He figured that, at least in part, the beast had to of been from the earth. He sighed, wiping sweat from his face before starting to fix his hair. These types of rooms were starting to piss him off...but at least his company could support them both. “How do your powers work?” He inquired, softening his tone slightly to try and sound like he was making small talk...when really the question could be important. Eises finally turned to Vin-sint, half remembering that he now exists. One brow slightly lowered, initially assuming he was referring to her ice. Can't he see it's just ice? It took her a second to realise his question had nothing to do with her magic. She was glad she didn't say anything at first. "Sorta. S-Some parts of her back were soft when I landed on her." Being part stone didn't seem to surprise Eises. There were creatures back home that were similar. Very few in number, but still there. She's never seen one that was part jungle feline, though. Normally, Eises wouldn't mind talking about her magic, but there was something about Vin-sint's vibe that made her not want to share. She ignored her feeling anyway, "I'm just an ice elemental. I can summon and manipulate ice." There was also the fact that she could use an element that apparently only exists in Theia and whatever the demon that exists in her necklace is. Of course, she felt that it was better to leave those details out, especially the latter. She placed her hands in her coat pocket once more. "Maybe if w-we're lucky that battle scared away any other predator." We should keep walking, anyway. She looked up at the sky once more, noting that nothing had changed with the greenish sky-fog. Not being able to see the sun made her frown. It felt unnatural. |
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Post by Numquam on May 17, 2020 18:47:54 GMT -5
Ice elementals could cool the air around them to their heart's content, but now that Eises thought about it, she wondered if she would be able to warm the air using Serian. If she had better control over her purple magic, she would attempt it. At this moment however, she would much rather deal with a frozen Myrnin than a crispy one. "C-Cooked animal meat smells tasty, but I wonder how cooked vampire meat tas- err, smells like." It was a half-joke. "I don't think now's the time to find out." Eises widened her eyes just a bit and chuckled nervously. " Oh I-I uh, I don't think I'd be too useful if you traveled around." She forced another laugh. He's just saying that to be nice, right...? Unless Myrnin was moving to a hot forest and living in the wild, Eises assumed she would just be a hindrance. She was convinced he'd eventually find some reason to be annoyed with her. "Is Teck-sess the name of your country?" There was only sun, so she assumed it was relatively close to his world's equator. Still forgetting the vampire's worst enemy, she asked, "Have you been to a beach before? L-Like, on vacation? Swimming in the ocean can be pretty fun." Eises ducked under a low branch and avoided stepping into a dry bush. There was a series of loud cracks as she stepped over fallen sticks and made her way through the trees. She lifted her hand and prevented any snow falling from the branches and onto either blinker. The temptation of having all the snow fall on Myrnin was very great, as was the temptation for using her magic to throw more random snowballs. If Myrnin was able to warm up naturally, she would consider it. She now stood on the other side of the line of trees, and watched the ice sculptures with curiosity. These ones didn't look like any animal she's seen before. They almost appeared ape-like, but with what she assumed was supposed to be a thick mane around their heads. It reminded her of a fat sunflower. If they were real animals, she would have been intimidated. "It sounds like...ripples?" Just on the other side of the sculptures was what looked like a very long sheet of ice. She grinned instinctively as she picked up the pace to approach. The ice was thick, and it was almost impossible to hear the muffled ripples below. She stopped just before the frozen river. Just how strong was this ice? "D-Do you think it's safe to walk o-" A rough pressure slammed into her back and shoved her body forward. Her shoulders turned slightly as she fell, and from the corner of her eye she could see an ice sculpture stand where she stood. Her elbow landed sharply on the ice, and her body had begun to quickly slide down the slope. "Tastes like a corpse," Myrnin said with a shrug, as if that was obvious. "And smells worse." He had at least smelled it before. Sadly, it failed to come across as a joke. He did glance at her however, frowning when she seemed to imply she wasn't interesting enough to travel or something of the kind. But he didn't think there was any way to really disprove her implication and have it be believed. So he just shrugged, smiled, and said, "Guess we'll have to see what happens. Maybe there will be a bit of traveling in a room." He then shook his head at her question. "No. It's just a smaller state within a country. Though I suppose if you wanted to consider Morganville - the town I live in - as a country all its own than that wouldn't be much of a stretch." He shook his head again at her second question. "I've been swimming, but I don't do it for fun. And only ever tend to do so at night. Water is not my favorite thing." He approached the same sheet of ice that Eises did, glancing at it with curiosity. He didn't pay much mind to the ice sculptures until one of them pushed Eises onto the ice sheets. Myrnin growled at it, but wasn't really sure if it had been provoking them or not. Deciding he didn't want to find out, he jumped forward, and just as quickly trusted his own weight to the ice. "Wheeeee," he said brightly. "Mmm I've only have cooked meat if it's a fresh kill....I guess there's frozen meat too..." A corpse wouldn't sound very appealing. That would likely make even a regular wolf sick. Imaging something smelling worse than a corpse made her shudder, she briefly stuck her tongue out with a scrunched face in disgust. Her ears lowered along with her self-esteem, "T-There might be..." He'll definitely get tired of me if that ever happens. The thought made her nervous, whenever he would get tired of her, she was afraid he would feel as though he's wasted his time conversing with her previously. The idea felt awfully familiar. "I-Is More-gin-vil really that big?" She was likely misunderstanding what he meant by country of its own. "O-Oh, only when you have to? Kind of like a m-mission?" It made her wonder what exactly Myrnin did for a living in his world. She assumed swimming during the night had to do with hiding from plain sight. Eises, who kept spinning as she slid, attempted to manipulate the ice to slow herself down and see where she was headed. Tensing her fingers did nothing, and the slide stayed the same. You mean I can't use my magic on this thing?! Her chest felt light as she quickly coasted down the ice. She was spinning too fast to properly see Myrnin behind her, but judging by his glee, he seemed to be just fine. The ground below gave way, and for a few seconds Eises seemed to be in mid-air. Her front crashed into a wall with an explosive Slam! before she fell onto her back. She panted to catch her breath, the objects in the living room being mere lines in her whirling vision. |
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Post by strider on May 17, 2020 18:57:05 GMT -5
Nico | Trust Exercise Room | ®Hawkpath® Nico could pretend all he liked that he didn’t care for other people. That he didn’t let them into his heart with all the ease of someone who had never been hurt. The difference was, he never told them, he never let on for even a moment that he cared, because then they could be leverage. Then his heart could be used against him, and though he did a pretty terrible job at protecting it, he wasn’t keen on having it shattered again. So Nico cared silently, not letting anyone in on his little secret. Letting the people he loved wonder how he felt about them, letting the people he love think the worst of him. It was easier than sharing the truth, that he couldn’t’ stop himself from caring. That, no matter how many times he insisted otherwise, he didn’t want to stop caring. And somehow, his heart had chosen to care about Kelsier. Maybe not as a friend yet – Nico wasn’t good at having friends – but as someone to at least keep tabs on, try to keep out of danger. That wasn’t to say he trusted him yet, because he wasn’t sure what it would take to get him to trust Kelsier completely, but he did care.Kelsier raised a good point. Was the House better than Nico’s world? He wanted to believe it was. He wanted to believe that it was worth it to have a chance to care about people who didn’t know what he had done. Who didn’t hear the rumors about him. He wanted to believe that the House had given him the chance to live, to learn things, to be something more than what a few stupid prophecies wanted him to be. The truth was, he didn’t know if it was better or not. He had lost far more people to the House than he had to his world. He had been strung along by the House with just as little say in what was happening as he would’ve with a prophecy, and here he was talking to a man that the House seemed to want him to have something to do with, but he didn’t know what. Were they supposed to end up as enemies or friends? “The only difference is who’s telling the story,” Nico murmured in response. Brave acts could easily be considered stupid by someone who didn’t see the motivation behind them, or someone who thought the motivation wasn’t good enough. Stupid acts could be seen as brave by the reverse logic. “I guess I find it’s better to do what feels right and find out later whether you were brave or stupid.” Nico had done a great many things that were lauded by his world as brave, but that were looked down on by his friends as stupid – although many of them would reluctantly admit that the stupid actions were the right choice at the time. Nico wished that moment between them could last. The moment where they could put everything else that had happened behind them, and just… be. Just share a common experience and know that things were as okay as they were ever going to get. Nico could see the similarities between himself and Kelsier, and though they frightened him, they also made it more difficult to let go of the moment. To admit that once this was over they would probably have to go back to being enemies. That was what they were to each other, right? Why did it seem that the House was so determined to change that? Or had they changed it in spite of the House’s wishes? It was hard to tell. Looking at Kelsier, Nico was certain that they were both, essentially, one-man armies. He hadn’t even seen the full extent of Kelsier’s powers, but there was something about the way he held himself, the way he spoke that implied he could take on the world and still win. Nico, whether he admitted to it or not, had the same confidence. They both probably had the powers to back it up. “On the off chance you do grow such a power, let me know if you figure out how to use it,” Nico deadpanned, a ghost of a smile touching his face. He couldn’t help the fact that the smile became quiet laughter as Kelsier almost fell, catching himself last minute. The catch was impressive, if not a bit ridiculous-looking. Nobody, not even someone as graceful as a Mistborn, could look dignified as they tried to stop themselves from falling down on the ice. Nico cocked an eyebrow at Kelsier’s response, rolling his eyes rather playfully. He would realize later that Kelsier brought out a childish side of himself that he tried to push back as much as possible, and he would spend hours lying awake trying to grapple with the knowledge. Nico di Angelo wasn’t a kid anymore, he couldn’t afford to be. Yet Kelsier managed to make him act like one. “I don’t avoid challenges,” he shouted, arms already braced for the impact of slamming into Kelsier. It wasn’t intentional, really, and he realized his mistake as he was propelled backwards, sliding across the ice and making sure to catch himself on his forearms when he eventually went down. There were some instincts that had been so trained into him by years of fighting that he couldn’t quite get rid of them. Not that he wanted to – they were quite useful. For a few puzzling moments, Nico was worried that Kelsier was crying. It wasn’t until the sound reached his ears that he realized the man was laughing, so dissolved in a fit of laughter that he couldn’t speak. Nico’s own laughter bubbled forth unbidden, though it wasn’t as consuming as Kelsier’s was. It still managed to hurt his sides, which he took as a good sign – it had been a very long time since he’d laughed enough to make that happen. “Fine,” he replied, pushing himself back onto his feet and brushing snow from his jacket. “I… assume you’re okay too?” Nico skated forwards a few feet, managing to stop a safe distance away from Kelsier. “I never got to do it when I was a child, I… I think.” His memory was fuzzy, but he thought he remembered his first time skating. “My sister and I used to dream that the canals of Venice would freeze over so we could skate like we saw in some of the American cartoons.”
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Post by strider on May 17, 2020 19:22:42 GMT -5
Nico turned to glance at Sam, the confusion in his expression evident. Sam barely knew him, so why would he worry about him? Why would he care enough to worry? “I… I appreciate the offer,” he murmured, searching Sam’s gaze for some sort of trick, or… or something. Was this how normal people made friends? Because Sam obviously still thought he was a normal person, or he wouldn’t be so kind about it… probably. Nico didn’t know. Friendship was a hard enough thing to navigate at times, he wasn’t sure how to deal with it coming from Sam. Were they friends? Nico didn’t know. He wanted to know what Sam thought, but… asking would feel weird. What he did know was that he wanted to become friends with Sam, if the House would allow it. “I hope things get better, then, in your world.” Comfort was something Nico wasn’t accustomed to giving. The thing about demigods was that very few of them were ever open about their emotions. Providing comfort wasn’t something that was often asked unless you were particularly close to someone, and Nico had never really… gotten that close to anyone in his world except Hazel. And he understood a good portion of what Hazel went through, so he knew what to say. Sam was a whole different beast. Nico’s attention flickered back to the scepter, and he winced, remembering how he got it. “No… it’s from probably the biggest asshole I’ve ever met.” He gave a hint of a smile at that. “But it’ll come in handy soon, if I figure out how to use it.” |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on May 17, 2020 23:08:01 GMT -5
Ononoki - beach room - ravohyr
She watched him break the toy in half, unintentionally looking down her nose at him. She tried not to turn her head much when she looked at people.
“I wouldn’t,” she answered when he asked who would use that.
The doll girl shifted her feet and the sand bled through between her toes. So she waddled a few feet and sat upon the beach chair. No matter if this place had enticed her to enter the water and splash around by giving her the means; she had no interest. And yet she looked entirely bored.
“I’m going to wait here,” Ononoki murmured, “until I’m returned to my own world... I said with a posed look.“ As she had mentioned before, that was her new method of dealing with this place.
She stared blankly at Ravohyr and waited for him to do something at least mildly interesting in the meantime. Preferably something that wouldn’t trigger the room’s ire and send monsters or magic after them.
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Post by strider on May 17, 2020 23:47:23 GMT -5
Go away go away go away go away go away, please. Nico was in no state to deal with anyone unfamiliar. To deal with anyone at all. The energy radiating from him just grew stronger as they approached. He crouched against the far wall, trying not to feel as though he’d been in this situation before. He was trapped. His mind was screaming it at him, reminding him that this was what it was like to be out of options. This was what it was like to face death, or to face worse than death. Nico’s breath was coming in shallow gasp, his instincts screaming at him to shadow travel away, to get out before whoever it was came too close. He didn’t have the strength to do more than sit there in the dark, hoping they would just pass him by. Voices. He could hear voices now, muffled by distance, but still echoing through the cavern. They were too loud, and he couldn’t understand them and it was too much. He pressed himself even further back against the wall, wishing his head would shut up for a second, wishing he could get rid of the bad memories that were threatening to pour in. Cornered. He was cornered. Whether by good people or bad people didn’t really matter. In his mind, it was like they weren’t people, not anymore. He had been trapped once, and he had vowed to himself that he would never be trapped again, if he made it out. He had to be able to shadow travel out, even if he had to leave Myrnin’s body behind. He had to get away, but he wasn’t keen on dying. He wasn’t keen on disappearing into thin air because he leapt without enough energy to do so. Almost without thinking about it, Nico’s fingers curled around Kelsier’s glass knife. It was the only form of protection he had, and the voices were getting so close. Close enough that Nico could see faces through the gloom. It was still so dark, but Nico’s eyes had adjusted. He watched the horror as the two regarded Myrnin’s body. And then he saw the Doctor’s gaze lift towards where he was hiding. He saw her step forward, and his body reacted before his mind good, running on fear and adrenaline alone. The knife flew from his fingers, expertly aimed. Slightly to the right of the woman’s chest, where the worst that could happen was a punctured lung, if the knife even went that deep. He wasn’t aiming to kill, even panicked and half out of his senses, Nico wouldn’t do that. Just enough to create a distraction and eliminate a threat. Send the woman down where she wouldn’t be able to follow him and distract her companion. A few moments after the knife left his hand, Nico bolted towards the two, hoping to squeeze between and leave the cave before they caught him. It had to work, he didn’t have any other options.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 18, 2020 6:27:50 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Nico - and poor viewers like Ononoki and The Doctor's newest friend - there really wasn't a need for Nico to run. Had The Doctor expected Nico to fight back? Maybe. But usually they let her get a word in edgewise first and usually they didn't exude an air of pure freezing death among other friendly emotions like that. Usually, the knife also didn't hit something important. It hadn't been intended to. She understood that. On a human it would have been perfectly fine. On her? Thump, thump, thump.
One of her hearts beat painfully against her ribcage, and she found herself gasping. When had she ended up on the floor? She'd had one of her hearts injured before, but that had been something a bit more fixable. This wasn't one of those cases. No, she thought. I am not dying here. Not now.
She forced her eyes open, mouth open in pain but a scream held in. One beat, two beats, the order out of rhythm and difficult to pay attention to. Stupid humans and their single hearts. They never bothered to consider that someone might have two. Teeth gritted, she hissed a couple curses which were saved particularly for things like this. Her mind raced through various possibilities for escape, but turned up none. Even if her eyes had opened and even if one hand found the knife and pulled it out, it didn't do any good. The Doctor coughed, the edges of her vision darkening. If she hadn't known better, she might have been panicking more, but even now she could feel the taste of blood in her mouth and the feeling of terror in her chest. The edge of black grew closer and closer together. Her hands pressed against the floor, but even then she felt too weak. Damn. It wasn't even a quick death. She could feel the stab of pain each time a second passed. The darkness ended up eclipsing her vision and her body sunk to the floor a second later. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 18, 2020 6:31:06 GMT -5
(Thing are going nice over here. How are you?) "Depends on what you consider new," Kid said with a sigh. He dropped into a chair like hanging out in the House was as natural to him as breathing. "I think the House is exclusively set on using me as a walking "welcome to the House" speech. Most of the time, the only people I see are new blinkers." He leaned forward, bracing his hands on his knees. He realized after a second that he might know a piece of House gossip that Ciel didn't. "Have you talked to Arlo recently?" (that's good and I'm doing good as well. Also sorry my posts aren't very long!) "Ah well that seems to be the usual around here," Ciel muttered with a sigh, taking a seat next to his friend. He was still confused why the House was still bringing people in, but it didn't matter now; he kind of enjoyed blinking in here and meeting the new people. "Arlo? Oh no, I can't remember the last time I've spoken with her," he replied with a pause. He couldn't even remember tbe last time he had blinked in or seen her at that. "Why? Is she doing well?" (It's fine! It makes them nice to reply to. Glad to hear you're doing well!) "She died," Kid said matter of factly. "In her world. I didn't know if you knew." He bit his lip, then hurriedly added on, "She came back, however. I don't know how she's doing now, but things ... likely have gotten interesting." He ran a hand through his hair, thinking about it, then said, "That's really the only people who isn't new that I've talked to lately. Unless you count Rex. Though I don't know if you've met him." Thinking a second longer, Kid asked, "Have you heard anything?" |
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 18, 2020 9:54:04 GMT -5
Sachiko | Arena 2 | mintedstar/fur |Sachiko's sharp eye caught the glint of the knife a split second before it left Nico's hand. "LOOK OUT!" she shouted, but her warning came a moment too late, and she watched in numb horror as the knife, thrown by an unseen assailant, plunged itself into the Doctor's chest. Unthinking, she lurched forward, catching the Doctor as she fell so she hit the ground a bit softer than she would have otherwise. "Sh(oops), sh(oops)..." she hissed, pulling the injured woman's shirt aside so she could get a good look at the wound. She could feel her own heart still beating painfully against her ribcage as she fought back panic, stubbornly keeping her face a mask of calm so as not to stress the Doctor even more. "Alright, look at me," she said firmly, grabbing the Doctor's head and angling it towards her own. "Breathe. Just breathe. You're gonna be fine." Maybe a lie. She didn't know. She knew basic first aid, sure...but this? She was way out of her depth with an injury like this. She glanced again at the wound - it was bleeding so much - and then back at the Doctor, just in time to see her eyes slip shut, a dribble of blood at the corner of her mouth. "Hey hey hey HEY, no no no no," she said quickly, pushing the Doctor's hair back against her forehead. "Doctor? Listen, you know this, right? You have to stay awake, don't fall asleep on me. This injury looks pretty bad, but you're gonna be fine - hey, hey, can you hear me? Doc???" She was gone. That was pretty clear. Still holding her limp form in her arms, Sachiko leaned backwards, chin angled towards the ceiling as she began to take deep, gasping breaths, struggling to contain herself as emotion broke through her mask of calm in the form of tears, sliding down her face and throat and dampening her shirt. But she only allowed herself the luxury of emotion for a moment. Soon, the feeling began to fade into numb shock, and she swallowed, containing her tears with some difficulty, and stubbornly wiped at her face with a sleeve. "Okay...get a grip, Fujinuma," she said out loud, reaching up and slapping herself on both sides of her face. Gently, she lowered the dead woman's head to the ground and stood up, feeling oddly calm and disconnected. The facts were this. The boy was gone. The Doctor was dead. She was alone. There might be more of them out there. She needed to go.
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Post by strider on May 18, 2020 10:56:20 GMT -5
Nico | Hunger Games Room | mostly at <Raintalon> I suppose Nico turned back, checking to make sure he wasn’t being followed. And then he saw it. The light of the Doctor’s aura fading, the blackness coming to snuff it out… no. He froze, watching for one terrifying and heartrending second. She… she was gone. Nico had killed her. No, that couldn’t be right, even if she had been a terrible person, even if she had been a threat, he couldn’t have killed her. Unless his aim was off, unless… it took everything Nico had to keep himself standing. Guilt swam up in his chest. One more thing he was going to have to remedy, one more thing he was going to have to try to make up for. It didn’t matter that this was the House and that people came back. He had thrown the knife. He couldn’t think straight anymore. He wasn’t thinking straight when he’d thrown the knife, he was just scared. He still was, even if he’d take that secret to the grave. “I didn’t mean to kill her,” he managed, loud enough to pierce through the thoughts in his head. “I didn’t mean to,” he repeated, not sure if Sachiko could hear him or if the thought was just echoing in his head. Had he even spoken out loud? He wasn’t sure. He could move forward and try to help, but he was in no state to do anything of the sort. Besides, he was the one who planted a knife in her chest. It still didn’t make sense, he hadn’t meant to hit anywhere important, he… The son of the Lord of the Dead had blood on his hands, certainly, but not like this. He’d seen so much death today. He was used to it, but the House was different. The House didn’t let him make sure people were okay after they died. He couldn’t feel their souls being judged, he just felt empty. The hollowness threatened to eat him alive. “I… I’m sorry.” With those mumbled words, Nico forced himself to continue back out the cavern, towards the surface. The sun was already beginning to rise. Nico wasn’t sure he could bring himself to care. He just wanted out. His hands were still shaking, and he didn’t know why. He had survived worse than this, so why did this feel so impossible? |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 18, 2020 13:14:11 GMT -5
It was with a slow shake of his head that Myrnin countered Kelsier's sharp question. The headshake seemed tired. "No. No, he didn't. But you were thinking about it at the time, or it was near the surface of your memories, so I could ... see it. In your mind." His lips pressed together. He supposed that it was logical that he had to explain that sentence as well. "I can't read your mind now. It only happens ... sometimes." Why. It was such a hard question to answer and Myrnin bulked at addressing it. But he had to face it, or there were things which he could foresee going wrong in the near future. "Because," he said, using the word to breath out on, "very rarely, I will ... lapse ... into a state where logical conclusions like asking questions or making any great emotional thoughts are impossible." He shifted, standing straighter, and tried not to appear like he was nervous or unnerved by everything he was saying. "When I'm ... like that, it becomes impossible to feel any emotion or loyalty at all. To a person, moral, or obligation." His words had turned bitter, even if the nervousness prevailed in his tone. He swallowed the nervousness down and asked, "Is ... is that an acceptable answer to your question?" He was already going to tell L what was happening. He wasn't sure he could tell Kelsier. Considering their only interactions were this one and Myrnin killing him. It was probably a good thing that Sam was distracted from the screens. It meant he didn't have to watch The Doctor being killed and was in fact unaware of it occurring. Instead, he slightly edged over to L, glancing at the other people in the room. He didn't understand why Myrnin ignored Kelsier's proclamation over killing Nico. But maybe it had been in a room like this? Sam wasn't sure, but he didn't like the idea. "Hello?" he said nervously to L. He didn't think he'd ever met the detective before. "What's your name?" |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on May 18, 2020 17:03:19 GMT -5
Ononoki - hunger games room - strider mintedstar/fur <Raintalon>The doll girl stood against the cavern wall with pale eyes, having watched the scene unfold in front of her. The Doctor, who had become her guide in the Paradox House, had been hit, and without lightning fast reflexes, Ononoki could do nothing about it. At no time before or during the attack did she make her presence known, since there was no reason to. She could have stopped Nico as he fled past just by reaching out one of her arms, perhaps grabbing him by the collar. But no hand reached out. Ononoki simply let him pass, with hardly a glance after him. She could have come to The Doctor's aid, but she didn't do that either. A long, aching moment passed before she stepped out of the shadows, eyes seeming to glow, and looked down at The Doctor past Sachiko. The gravel ground beneath her yellow galoshes to echo through the cave. Drips of water came into earshot in the distance, filling the silence. "I did not expect Time Lady to have that kind of anatomy," was her only assessment, "...I said with a posed look." Ononoki stood with her arms at her sides, all her body language suggesting a casual conversation in a casual situation. She did not look distressed, but at least she did not exude an inappropriate happiness (she was seemingly not happy, about The Doctor's death, or ever). But then, she did say something that showed she felt emotion. "Are you alright?" She was asking Sachiko. She wanted to make sure, that she had not been hurt too.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 19, 2020 4:22:34 GMT -5
The body formally known at The Doctor remained motionless, just as the dead usually did. Ononoki was right to mention the anatomy at least.
It might make the next thing that happened a little less out of left field.
The Doctor wasn't human, after all.
The darkness of the cave was broken up by an odd light flickering what seemed like just under the skin of The Doctor's hands. The hands lit up little by little, light spreading over her body in swirls which drifted away from her almost like drifting, gold mist.
And the woman who was supposed to be dead opened her eyes with a snap, mouth open and gasping for breath. Her eyes darted around, mind already running a mile a minute. And not just because of the regeneration energy already messing up and rearranging every molecule of her being.
No. No, this face felt too new. She'd hardly had a chance to try it out. There hadn't even been time to work out what sort of toppings she like on pizza - or if she even liked pizza. And she hadn't met enough people with this smile or seen enough things with these eyes.
A pulse of regeneration energy had her sitting up, but almost at once completely doubled over.
"Get ... back," she choked. They were too close. Too close to really trust. The last time she'd blown out the whole inside of her TARDIS. Who knew if or what would happen this time. She never seemed to know, never seemed to predict even the smallest detail of anything that ever happened to her.
It was almost with a stumble, a bit of a unsteady gate, that she managed to stand, hands braced on her knees. The edges of her vision were no longer black, but blurring. Nothing in her had really been repaired, so much as enough had started to warm and change that she had to get up, had to return to whatever passed for consciousness when her whole head was on fire.
No more warnings could be provided. The light in her hands and face and any other part of exposed skin doubled, light exploding and shedding away from her. It hid the face of the Time Lord for what seemed like a very long second. Maybe the longest for the one behind the light.
But just as soon as it came, it disappeared, collapsing back into the body it had come from, receding into hair of a new color, face of a new shape, and decidedly several inches taller. The only sign that this was the same person was the fact that the clothes hadn't changed.
The woman's stance shifted, almost falling over, but she managed to correct herself almost at once. She looked like she might fall over any second from now, but this seemed less because of the visible knife damage to the shirt (but not to her) and something else. The occasional trail of gold drifted from her fingers.
It was with a shake of the head that The Doctor asked, sounding just a touch out of it but sharpening with ever second, "Anyone have a mirror? Or just tell me if I'm ginger?"
She grabbed a bit of her hair, trying to move it so she could see, but it was just a bit too dark in the cave for anything like a good view.
"Darn," she said softly to herself. Even her voice had changed. She said the word again, "Daaaaarn. Uh. Different 'a' sound. Think it's brown. The hair. Though maybe the sound too. Might be brown. Can't see sound in the dark."
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Post by Shadepelt15 on May 19, 2020 4:26:52 GMT -5
Ononoki - beach room - ravohyr She watched him break the toy in half, unintentionally looking down her nose at him. She tried not to turn her head much when she looked at people. “I wouldn’t,” she answered when he asked who would use that. The doll girl shifted her feet and the sand bled through between her toes. So she waddled a few feet and sat upon the beach chair. No matter if this place had enticed her to enter the water and splash around by giving her the means; she had no interest. And yet she looked entirely bored. “I’m going to wait here,” Ononoki murmured, “until I’m returned to my own world... I said with a posed look.“ As she had mentioned before, that was her new method of dealing with this place. She stared blankly at Ravohyr and waited for him to do something at least mildly interesting in the meantime. Preferably something that wouldn’t trigger the room’s ire and send monsters or magic after them. He hummed his aggreement, sending the broken tool back down. Lifting one hand, he ran it through his untrimmed black hair thoughtfully and scratched the nape of his neck. "Just sit there, huh? Well, thats one way to go about it... Why do you say what you're expressing?" he asked curiously, a grin threatening to split his lips. At first he hadn't thought much of it, maybe just a mumble or a tick of some kind, but she seemed quite brazen about it, so he had to wonder. Eventually his attention was pulled to the water, the terribly inviting water. He hadn't seen water so clear since he'd left Cyrodiil. Morrowind's water was always murky, sometimes black and sticky in places. Well, maybe he'd just been to the worst of places... And both provinces' had slaughterfish infested waters, so... But surely the house wouldn't have such terrible creatures in such inviting water, would it? Thoroughly enticed, he inched to the edges of the waters reach, watching as it splashed over the sand and coming to dip his toes in. Perfect temperature too. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, some inkling of instinct told him this was a little too good to be true and he should definitely absolutely turn back and go to sit with his blu haired company. However, despite being plenty smart and the potential to be even more cunning, he had known no proper teachings of common sense... or anything, really, and so in his uneducatedness, he trekked further into the water until he was up to his knees. "Oooh... I didn't know water could be this nice. Are you sure you don't want to come in? Perhaps... have you some fear of water?" he inquired. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on May 19, 2020 16:59:14 GMT -5
Ononoki - beach room - Ravohyr
Her green eyes blinked slowly as Ravohyr questioned how she spoke, but Ononoki did not give him an answer. She pretended she didn't even say the phrase at all. Was 'I said with a posed look' not a normal thing that normal people could say? Maybe it was time she revised it.
"I don't have a fear of water," she informed him, allowing the conversation to move on from her idiosyncrasies. From how stoic she usually was, one might think it was difficult to sway Ononoki, but she stood up almost in an act of defiance. She would not be seen as a coward. So she walked like a robot over to the water's edge where Ravohyr was, just before the waves would be able to get her toes wet. She leaned down and touched an oncoming wash of the liquid with the tip of her finger.
"See?"
While she did not seem phased by the ocean, and showed no signs of being afraid, the way she was trying to confirm it to him was admittedly less than convincing.
"Do you not have good water in your world, Demon Boy?" she queried. Where she came from, water like this was not unusual. Still, she was in a rural town right now that did not touch the ocean, so this was a welcome sight.
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on May 19, 2020 20:38:31 GMT -5
</div></div> Satoru | Lava Room | <Raintalon> Satoru thought his heart might leap straight out of his throat as he watched Mei fumble mid-jump. Eyes widened, he realized that his body had actually frozen up on the spot, leaving him helpless as all he could do was stare slack-jawed.
His locked muscles tensed and then released him when Mei landed awkwardly beside him. He immediately bent down with her, his alarmed gaze easily catching the burns before she hid them away. "M-Me?" he asked, his own hands clenching up. After a jump like that and her first thought was to check on him? "I'm sorry, that was too close," he then said, "I should've made sure it was safer before you jumped. I'm okay. Are...are you fine to keep going?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 20, 2020 10:30:35 GMT -5
Sachiko | Arena 2 | mintedstar/fur Razzle Dazzle strider |Sachiko pressed a finger to the bridge of her nose as Ononoki posed her question. “I...I’ll be fine,” she confirmed dully. Then, a noise. “GET BACK! GET BACK RIGHT NOW!” Sachiko’s body moved without her permission as she heard the boy from before from somewhere in the tunnel leading out from the cave. Before she really had time to process what was happening or decide what to do, she found herself holding the knife that had killed the Doctor, a fierce blaze behind her eyes as she held it straight out in a point towards Nico. Satoru. Her hands did not shake. “I’m warning you - ah!” She dropped the knife with a clatter on the stone floor and stumbled backwards, slamming into the wall, thoroughly startled as the Doctor...the dead Doctor....began to move again. She glanced around at the flickering lights, blinking in clearly visible confusion, and then, she registered the Doctor’s warning just seconds before it would’ve been too late. She grabbed Ononoki by the head and dove to the floor, pressing the girl against her chest as she curled up on the floor, teeth gritted against whatever was about to happen. Even when the noise died down, she didn’t dare move. Even when she faintly heard a voice over the roaring in her ears, she stayed down, poor Ononoki still squashed against her like a life vest. I am not going to die. I am not going to die. I am not going to die. I am not going to die.
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 20, 2020 10:46:23 GMT -5
Mei | Lava room | dawn |I’m fine,” said Mei stiffly, standing up and brushing herself off. She smiled softly, registering the worry on Satoru’s face although she still wasn’t looking at him directly. “Sorry. I’m not good at this.” She took a small breath, looking out over the lava at their next target - a half-submerged table. “If I do fall in, it’s because of that, not because of you, okay?” she said, and then, without warning, leapt for the table, curling her legs underneath her and balling her hands into fists as she once again sailed through the air. She hit the table feet first and stumbled, hopping on one leg for a moment as she flailed for balance. But then, after a moment, she steadied, arms still half extended, breathing heavily with adrenaline. “I did it,” she said quietly, eyes round as dinner plates as she stared down at her feet.
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and I'm doing good as well.
