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Post by Auransky on Jul 24, 2020 22:58:48 GMT -5
Elliot was very much captivated on his guest, especially as she rested on him. It was the warmth of her presence that really made his day shine; something he truly considered a dream. He slowly shifted his head towards her hair, to slightly play around with her hair. His turquoise gaze locked into her dark green gaze. At the newcomer’s presence, Elliot blinked his head slightly turning to Hange who had barged into their moment. Hange not now-- He was about to tell off the Vampire, when he felt his company roll off him. She rolled away, and began dragging herself across the grass, until she stumbled on her feet and started fleeing. Every flower she passed though soft, appeared crystallized, and illuminated similar to the lights from the sky before. This depth of light was brighter then before, enough to certainly blind a human, but a depth that annoyed even the most of heightened sights. Elliot glimpsed at Hange, then in the direction she ran off in, quickly squinting at the immense flash of light produced by the flowers. He then looked over at Hange, unable to read them, given the light messing with his sight. She made it to a nearby tree and hid behind it. After brief hesitation, she peeked her head out and openly called out. “Marw-“ she first said hesitantly then called out again “Bytost-“ She quickly peeked back behind the tree. “I-I have done nothing to disturb our laws-“ Elliot listened to her call, her hesitation. The words familiar to him, Marw and the wretched term, Bytost… His heart was racing, for multiple reasons. First, listening to her panic, Second Hange being present, third the House pulling them in-whether he should be angry or grateful for that, he was uncertain. Yet, the last reason, the most vile, detestable term he dreaded to the grave, Bytost…. His face illuminated. On one half he wanted to ease her pain, on the other hand, he knew he couldn’t. I musn’tThere was only one thing he could do, one thing that he knew he was against, but the only viable option. It appeared like Hange’s wishes were made a reality with the increase of flowers and lights illuminating again, enough to captivate the crash lander. With that opportunity with his right hand, he reached out to Hange’s wrist before they ran after her. As he did, it was easy to notice a carefully hand crafted bracelet resting along his right wrist. It was a different design from Rowlin, but similar as it pulsed lightly; this bracelet was giving Elliot a human sent, and restraining all of his abilities. He pulled Hange in insanely close, something the scientist was a fanatic of. “E-Elias!” She cried out in panic watching in horror. In her cry, even more flowers blossomed, more crystallized then their soft texture counterparts. Each crystallized flower, a different color emitted a brighter heightened light even more annoying to the heightened eye. Elliot used that opportunity to speak softly and rapidly to Hange, who he knew would hear him, and would probably understand him-since it seemed like a Hange thing to rapidly speak. As for sound, the scientist turned vampire would hear-at least he hoped. “She’s scared of you… assure her in some form of loyalty that you aren’t going to hurt her. Mercenary from far away-make anything up. I am Elias-shecalls me that-and Marw is what you and the othersrefertoasVampiresinyourwords.”He let go of Hange, his head resting on the illuminating flowerbed. His heart was pacing, and he was out of breath. Everything he speedily said, was taken in one breath , and sloppy near the end. He wasn’t going to do much else, all he could do was hope Hange herd, understood and would play along. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 25, 2020 7:06:20 GMT -5
Hange | BBQ Room | causing havoc Auransky |Hange, however, hadn't been listening in the slightest to Elliot once they realized who it was who had the interesting abilities they'd witnessed a moment ago. They stumbled blindly in her general direction, then allowed themself to be dragged by Elliot instead, still fixated on the spot where they'd last seen the flowery woman. "Mercenary??" they asked, turning to glance at Elliot as he said something interesting. "Oh, you're Elias? I thought you were Elliot. And I'm 'Marw'? Vampire, that is? Yes, that's what I am, she doesn't need to run away, though - I'm not going to eat her, I'm not even hungry, I just - oh, what's that?" Drawn suddenly by the gentle pulsing of the object wrapped around Elliot - Elias' wrist, they turned sharply and grabbed it, yanking hard to free it from the other's wrist so they could get a better look at it.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 25, 2020 7:10:27 GMT -5
Matt | Living room | strider |Matt was fairly perceptive himself, despite his apparent obliviousness, and he noted Crutchie's concern with no small amount of discomfort. Great going, Matt. Nice job. Made him worry about you, said a nasty voice in his head, which he did his best to ignore. "Woe is us, neglected by the House," said Matt, putting a hand to his forehead to further exaggerate his feigned distress. "Hey, at least we're here now," he added, reaching up and adjusting his goggles a bit. "Hey, wanna do a room? Could be fun. Or...y'know, not at all, but we could take our chances."
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Post by Auransky on Jul 25, 2020 12:13:44 GMT -5
Elliot blinked multiple times, watching Hange moved in a chaotic manor. From the attention of the lights, the flowers, her panic and now their discussion. He was more focused on her reaction, her fear, and hiding behind the near tree to focus on much of Hange’s on words. The only thing that returned his attention was the mention of Elliot, he leaned in slightly closer and whispered rapidly “I-am Elliot-she can’t-“ It felt like time stopped-the world-his world-had stopped when Hange grabbed the bracelet. “P-Please don’t h-hurt Elias!” The woman behind the tree called out in trembling fear. “I-I-I..” She tried to speak, but continued to hide behind the tree. “I will surrender my light-if-if-you let him go!” She forced her words out; words of fear and agony as she continued to hide behind the tree. The bracelet continued to pulse, a light radiated outwards-a light that gave off purity and warmth. Elliot’s heart was racing-he felt slow, like he wouldn’t-he couldn’t like it was too late; as he tried to pull his arm away. With his second hand, he tried to reach for Hange-or at least swat him away. All in vainThe bracelet came off, giving a physical pulse-an aggressive shove to both Hange and Elliot. “-E-Elias” She cried out in panic. Her own heart was racing. Her panic caused even more crystallized flowers to sprout, illuminating light at a higher frequency then before. It was bright enough to generate heat, beginning to burn if standing directly in front of it for too long. From her perspective, Hange was pinning her significant other on the ground-and threatening him. The pulling of the bracelet, appeared like Hange was tearing her significant other, limb by limb. This Marw, who was on her significant other was intending to kill-it only further manifested her fears into reality. It wants-my light…. - …..t-ch….. With the bracelet off, and the light intensity increasing below his feet; Elliot rolled away, quickly scrambling to his feet, to run off in a different direction. He was both infuriated, and afraid-that everything he carefully crafted for years was destroyed in mere seconds by a Scientist with the attention span of a pigeon. Running a little further out of the clearing-Elliot found a tree with uprooted roots. He quickly pressed his back agains the tree, and parked his toes along the uprooted roots. His heart was still racing, but more aggressive then before-hammering down on him, like the weight of an anchor drowning him into the ocean. He briefly glimpsed out to the field, squinting by the intensity of the light-but forced his sight, to see the flowerbed where he was only moments ago-all the flowers had burned-others disintigrated. He pulled away once more, resting his back against the tree again, his ears were rupturing, from a repeating blood filled scream-a pain that forced him from to nudge his head slightly forward. He kneeled from his position, subcoming to the forceful drowning and blood-raged screams in his ear, scrunching his eyes from the rapid changes in light-he took in a painful deep breath. Next he painfully inspected himself for damage-not from Hange, rather the light. He found some burns along his arms-that had already started to heal. Afterwards he pulled his arms in, and hugged himself tightly, trying repress the physical and mental pain. |
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Post by Ver Million on Jul 25, 2020 20:56:50 GMT -5
Dipper | Living Room | Gray | Reply 3
Dipper met Gray's gaze albeit less tense if it was ever was before. Grunkle Stan's tourist skills were starting to rub off him, maybe he was coming off too strong at first? Just what could he do now that wasn't on his dialogue guide? " Its my fault I should have realized, uh, scratch that I haven't even said my name yet." Mabel has and always will be the social one but to think that made him fidget uncomfortably. "My name is Dipper Pines, and you just called your toy Add?" Weird, very weird out of context - his sister would name all her stuffed animals but for an adult assuming he gauged her age correctly, was naming her toys was surprising. Having been in the house for sometime had proven surprising was normal, "-I didn't mean to say it in a condescending way!" He raised his hands waving off a horrified grave keeper there was already a line of sweat coming down the side of his face. How obvious he wanted answers but the more questions he asked were returned with more questions in turn. "A ton of people here in the house have like secret stuff with them that they don't want others to notice...maybe I should stop talking?" Gray | Living Room | Dipper
"Um, it's very nice to meet you. You..you can call me Gray," She murmured, keeping her head bowed. Her pale face suddenly grew red with embarrassment, and she let out a loud squeak. Oh great, now he thinks Add is some kind toy! She must look so childish and immature right now!
"T-t-that's n-not how it is at all!" Gray whimpered and took a few steps back. She pulled her hood over her face once more in hopes that Dipper wouldn't catch her humiliated expression. "Add is...Add is...a-a family heirloom!" Her fidgeting ceased when she managed to make eye contact with the young boy, noticing he was just as nervous as she was.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 25, 2020 23:13:24 GMT -5
Arlo jumped and immediately looked to her left as someone suddenly started speaking, seemingly mid-conversation with someone in his own world. Her gaze swept over him, pausing briefly on the hook in place of his hand, but she didn't recognize the other blinker. He seemed irritated by the House blinking him in... She'd almost always liked blinking, but she could see why it would be annoying to blink in while you were talking to someone. Still, she glared at him when he rolled his eyes at her. It wasn't her fault a magic House had decided to pull him out of his world. Hopefully she looked irritated and not nervous... she hadn't had problems with other blinkers before, but recent events in her own world were enough to make her distrustful of new people, regardless of where they were from. Noticing the man looking at her again, the girl tilted her head slightly, not unlike the way her older self had when curious or thinking about something. Why was he... oh. That. Apparently he was another blinker who'd known the other Arlo. Had they been friends too, like the others..? He didn't seem particularly happy to see her, but then again, she imagined it would probably be shocking and uncomfortable to meet a friend from a time before they'd known you... especially after they'd died. That was what had happened wasn't it? According to Vincent from the forest room at least, she still hadn't brought herself to ask anyone else about it. For a few moments she said nothing, just stared back until she pushed the thoughts aside and finally replied, "Yes." Arlo considered asking about her other self but decided to start with a more simple question. "Who are you?" she asked. Hook | Living Room | --cato phoenixWatching the girl watch him back, the pirate had known he’d guessed correctly long before Arlo spoke in response. He didn’t react, however, until she gave a confirmation. A grin hit his lips, his weight leaning back with a scoff of laughter before he sat straight again. His hand lifted to his chin as he masked his lingering smile with his index finger, staring at the child intently. “Why?” He muttered through his baffled smirk, seeming genuinely mystified by the House’s antics. Realizing that he was leaving the girl hanging, Hook swiped at his nose with his thumb, allowing himself to take on a more serious expression as he did so. He then extended the same hand to her. “Hook,” he introduced a bit lamely. Regardless of if she’d taken his offered hand or not, he brought it back up afterwards as he turned one of his rings around with his thumb, chin upturned as he looked down at her. “What do you know?” He asked after a moment, curious of her all too comfortable reaction to a stranger knowing her name. Whatever this version of Arlo was, she seemed comfortable in the house. It was likely she’d blinked in more than once, and someone had probably already explained a good chunk of her situation to her. Or she was just as confused as he was and tiny-Arlo just had a hell of a poker face. Thinking about it, that wouldn’t be too surprising... |
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Post by Numquam on Jul 26, 2020 23:20:43 GMT -5
While any sensible person might have at least been made uneasy by its intensity, Azrael remained unfazed by the stare. Instead, his head tilted slightly to the side and he returned one of his own. It was the opposite of the one he was receiving, a dark eyed gaze reflecting only mellow interest. Deserts? What an oddly specific thing to mention. Was it simply an off hand comment? Or did it pertain to some aspect of this demon's personal life? "Reasonable, but even the arid wastes have their charms too." The feathery haired blinker replied. He reached up to rub his chin, closing his eyes as if entering deep thought. "Have you ever heard sand dunes sing? It is quite a marvel to behold, especially when the sun is setting beyond. Without deserts, we would never be able to experience the unique things they bring with them." The sound of departing footsteps alerted Azrael that his fellow blinker was beginning to wonder off, and when he again opened his eyes to see the demon now had his back towards him, he couldn't help but feel a sudden twinge of confusion. Why...? Why in the world was this demon exposing his back to a potential enemy? Had he yet to figure out what the other presence in the room with him truly was? Or did he not care? Regardless of the reason, Azrael continued on as normal. The notion did make him curious however, so he decided to partake in a bit of 'testing the waters' so to speak. "Hmm. With all human life absent, one would think the wildlife would return to fill the void left behind." Begining to walk forward himself, he left his position beneath the village's entrance to follow after Naoki, casually side-eyeing the houses that sat on both sides. "But... Not here." Now that they both had entered the area proper, it wasn't hard to feel something was... off. The very air danced with foreboding energies thick enough they could almost be cut by physical weapons. There was a reason no animals dared step foot here. Whatever happened in this village had been unnatural, and deeply tainted the earth it sat on. Further on ahead, a rather unexpected sight awaited the pair. It was a large stone sconce, sitting on a short pillar. While not noteworthy on its own, the otherworldly green flames burning atop it certainly was. Dyeing the land around in a eerie glow, the rain didn't seem to be having any effect on them. In the near distance, on a sperate 'island' connected to this one by a ramshackle walkway, another sconce was visible. Unlike the previous, this one was unlit. "Green... fire?" Azrael suddenly picked up his pace from a slow walk, quickly passing right by Naoki in a way not dissimilar to a curious child seeing a magic trick for the first time. He came to a stop no less than a few feet away from the strange fire, back directly facing the other blinker. "And they can withsta- no, completely ignore the rain as well. How intriguing." That was an odd way of approaching a desert, Demifiend had never heard anyone mention anything positive about them. "Oh believe me, I hear the sand dance all...day." The existence of the night in this room brought another pained reminder. Daytime, nighttime, that didn't exist in his world anymore. Maybe if his world had been under different circumstances, he would have found the sand calming. How long had it been since he's even seen the moon? "That depends on the room. Maybe this one is just a little weird." He hadn't expected to see any animals here. Everything looked deserted. Demons? Maybe. He had been conditioned to expect them anywhere and everywhere. This seemed like the perfect breeding ground for them. Perfectly creepy. Almost as if his thought had summoned them, Naoki noticed the green flames fall into existence. He didn't change in expression, but he was still curious. "Spirits?" They vaguely reminded him of what was left of the humans back home. The fact that they weren't responding to the rain furthered his suspicions. "Let's check it out." He first approached the lit sconce. Maybe upon getting closer, they can get a better idea of what these flames were. Or maybe not. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 27, 2020 19:07:10 GMT -5
Matt | Living room | strider |"Sure dude!" said Matt cheerfully, walking backwards into the hallway with his hands clasped behind his back so he could keep talking to his friend. "Although, judging by the rooms I've gotten people into so far, you might not wanna trust my luck..." He shrugged. "Eh. It'll be fine. How about......." He trailed his fingers down the doorknobs for a moment, making a little show out of his completely irrelevant decision. "...you!" Click. The door was open.
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Post by paradoxnpc on Jul 28, 2020 21:13:05 GMT -5
Have you forgotten, friends, that small, humble tavern you once visited? The place where a cozy fire and friendly conversation filled the air with warmth and light --keeping at bay the creeping darkness that lurked beyond the trees? You were there, all of you, not so very long ago.
As were your families.
Or so you thought.
It calls again. The tavern. The darkness. It begs for a story to be told. Will you answer?
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Post by strider on Jul 29, 2020 17:04:33 GMT -5
Nico frowned, sticking his hands in his jacket pocket. “I’m sorry,” he said, for reasons he didn’t quite understand. He liked Sam, and he knew Sam just wanted to help, but there was something about his tone of voice that made Nico guilty for telling him all of this at once. Or maybe for telling him at all. It was one thing to be friends with someone who knew how to sword fight and had a bit of an edgy aesthetic. It was another thing to be friends with someone who was literally related to the god of the dead and who had the world on his shoulders. What was Nico thinking? Were they even friends, really? He let his foot scuff awkwardly at the carpet, looking away from Sam as he thought. “I found out when I was ten, and I guess… it just felt cool, then. It’s a lot now, I know, I…” he let the thought trail off, not bothering to make any excuses about it. “I don’t even know if magic exists in your world, this probably sounds… insane.” He glanced at the hallway, as though looking for an excuse to talk about something… anything… else. “Hm? Oh… I just meant that you probably have a city called Rome, and people who live there… but maybe.” He flushed a little, turning away so Sam wouldn’t see. “I don’t know your world well enough to know if New Rome or anything exists there.” |
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Post by strider on Jul 29, 2020 23:33:57 GMT -5
Crutchie raised an eyebrow, half tempted to ask Matt what he meant by that. Crutchie himself hadn’t been in too many bad rooms (although ‘too many’ was relative, and he had seen some bad ones). He was willing to trust Matt’s luck, and when Matt chose a door, he only hesitated a second before taking a deep breath and entering. The room was dark, and the furniture inside was made of metal. There was industrial style, leaving most of the room relatively dim, other than the table with two chairs on either side. Crutchie sent a look Matt’s direction, unsure whether sitting at the table was a smart idea, especially given it was what the House very obviously wanted. The pain in Crutchie’s leg, however, meant he wasn’t going to turn down a place to sit even if it did look somewhat menacing. “This is… odd,” he managed, taking a few steps in – close enough to see a sheet of paper in front of each chair. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 30, 2020 3:47:26 GMT -5
Ononoki - hunger games room - the doctorHer feet slowed automatically when The Doctor stopped in front of her. The doll girl stared forward at the question, as if to reiterate that she was being awfully quiet. Stopping in an empty clearing, or nearby an encampment of enemies, it made no difference to her. She allowed the other blinker to make those decisions. "The aim of the room is for us to kill each other." Ononoki tilted her head distractedly, even though there was nothing else to draw her attention. "...I said with a posed look." She would not ask The Doctor what she thought, because surely it was obvious. It was so obvious, she did not even understand why she was being asked in the first place. A bird chirped in the distance, and Ononoki took that as a cue to sit down on a nearby log. She did it awkwardly, leaving her hands at her sides and letting her eyes stare straight forward into the trees. "I probably deserve to die," she said in a murmur, with no more emotional inflection than usual. Not as if it were a troubling thought, and not as if it were a casual remark. Her voice was simply monotone. The Doctor | Hunger Games Room | Ononoki
The Doctor looked at her sharply. Why would Ononoki say something like that? Looking around, trying to clear the fuzz from her head, the Doctor made sure that there weren't anyone nearby. She couldn't be completely sure, but she did at least think things were alright for the time being. The Doctor crouched so she was at eye level with the other blinker. This was the tricky part. She wasn't sure what to say. So ... apparently a bit better at making the effort to comfort than the last face, but still a fair bit inept at actually getting the full length. "Why do you say that?" she asked. She was trying to be kind. She didn't think there was any reason why Ononoki should die. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 30, 2020 4:18:38 GMT -5
Have you forgotten, friends, that small, humble tavern you once visited? The place where a cozy fire and friendly conversation filled the air with warmth and light --keeping at bay the creeping darkness that lurked beyond the trees? You were there, all of you, not so very long ago.
As were your families.
Or so you thought.
It calls again. The tavern. The darkness. It begs for a story to be told. Will you answer? The Medieval Plot | Amico & SamThere wasn't much to say about the tavern, in Amico's personal opinion. He liked the people more anyway. They were more fun. Crouching under one of the tables, he peaked out at the shoes passing by. He wasn't sure where Mei was yet, or his Dad or Mom, but he was willing to wait here and hide in an effort to keep up the game. Just to have a bit of fun. He grinned to himself, both of his hands clutched together. Carefully, like a chicken, he hopped a couple paces forward. Chirp, chirp, he thought, giggling. Lark <Raintalon> Iceclaw (mentioned! Hope this works) »ƑαƖcση paradoxnpc--- "Is this the place?" said Sam. He reached out and pressed the door open. He peaked around the edge of the door, surprised over how busy the tavern looked. It seemed like it was going to be an interesting place to stay, that was for sure. "Uh," he said hesitantly. He looked over his shoulder, wondering what he should do, then he stepped forward and squeezed his way into the room. He tried to stick close to the wall to avoid people, even as he strained his neck to try and find the people who should either already be here or were coming. Prospectively Cloverleaf strider ®Hawkpath® |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 30, 2020 18:31:59 GMT -5
Matt | Interrogation room | strider |"Oh ok so this is hella menacing," said Matt, following Crutchie over to the table and inspecting the chairs somewhat suspiciously. "Like, I feel like something bad's definitely gonna happen here, but then again, I've definitely almost been murdered in a lot of places that weren't suspect at all, so..." He sat himself down in the other chair, leaning his elbows on the table and fixing Crutchie with a grin. "Here's hoping for subverted expectations, right?" As if on cue, cold handcuffs appeared on both of their wrists, and with a sharp, metallic click, bound the other end to their respective chairs. Matt lifted his hand a little, inspecting the metal. "...Yeah, that one's on me. My bad."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 30, 2020 18:58:16 GMT -5
Hange | BBQ Room | Auransky |For a moment, Hange was too distracted by their new trinket to notice the mayhem that had broken out all around them. They held it up to the light, eyes wide as they dangled it in the air, trying to make it do something like it had done when they first removed it. The woman's terrified cries, however, did reach them, and they turned, squinting into the blinding light as they tried to make eye contact with her. "Ouch, ouch..." they muttered to themself, as the light burned at their eyes and skin. "No, no!" they continued, reaching up with one hand to wave benevolently in her general direction. "I'm not harming him at all, he's fine, no need to be concerned. See, he's right - " They broke off, staring at the place where Elliot had been only moments ago. "Eh? Where'd he go?" they said, puzzled. They turned back to the woman, scratching their head. "Ehhhh, well, he seems to have gone somewhere. But don't worry, I'll find him!"
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Post by strider on Jul 30, 2020 23:01:21 GMT -5
Crutchie raised an eyebrow, hoping the room was going to take Matt up on that. He really could have done with some subverted expectations, especially from a room that was as outwardly menacing as this one. There were plenty of rooms that had seemed dangerous in the past, but this one was definitely a lot more explicit about it than most of the others. “So much for that,” he muttered, pulling at the handcuffs as though it would let him go. He frowned, staring at where his crutch had landed on the ground after he’d practically slammed upright in his chair at the shock of the handcuffs appearing. There was no picking that up until the House let them go. He tried to get comfortable as he was, but the chair was hard and the metal was uncomfortable around his wrists. Thinking about it wasn’t going to do him any good, though, so he turned his attention to the piece of paper in front of him. “It appears to be… questions,” he murmured, slipping into his native Irish. He had seen the sort of questions it wanted him to ask. It was clear who they were for, and it wasn’t him. He was sure there were terrible questions on the paper in front of Matt… if he was going to answer things he didn’t want to, he might as well do it in a language he felt more comfortable with. |
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Post by Lark on Jul 31, 2020 0:59:07 GMT -5
Chamomile | Afflicted: Cat form | The Medieval Plot | Amico "Careful now!" Normally the tender words would belong to a crimson dragon wearing a cranberry red coat. Now they came from a small chocolate brown tabby with warm brown eyes, wandering around the corner of the bar entrance. She sniffed the air catching the faintest scent of her dearly beloved son. Pain as it is to lose sight of him regularly he had his own ways navigating the world. Given the lack of the humans yelling or staff making a fuss it brought a heavy weight of her furry shoulders. "By the life left in me where are you, boy?" If she would get her paws on the boy they'd have a long chat - over some freshly caught rabbit! Who knew being stuck as a feline could make one's own stomach growl as it did that moment. Being a dragon one day and then a cat the next was a mystery though one that would be solved shortly if she wasn't stuck so closely to the ground. The manner she'd ever find the rambunctious child was not exactly known, she'd make do with what was given to her. While the many patrons and workers were scattered amongst the fine establishment new scents mingled in the air. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 31, 2020 1:38:03 GMT -5
With clear reluctance on his face, Sam took a step back. He wasn't very good at blocking the light anymore, but he'd made the effort while he had. Myrnin had hung back the most, though he did wave a sad and tired hand at Nico. He hoped the boy realized they were all okay, that they were here. He just wasn't sure if that had caught up or not. "Anything we can do?" Sam asked. He glanced sideways at Kelsier, frowning a little. He'd seen the man earlier, but there hadn't exactly been any talking between them. It was a bit odd, if he was to admit anything, to see so many people rallying around Nico. Sam felt a twinge of happiness in his chest though. Having people around Nico? That was good. That was very good. He hoped they'd stay there. Myrnin cast a look around. L and the musician were chatting with the absence of Sam. Looking at L, Myrnin was just reminded of the ledge he perched on. Things were difficult. Things were hard. It was harder to try and get through it. He took another step back, so he could lean against one of the tables. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 31, 2020 2:53:07 GMT -5
It was a bit hard to smile when it was clear that Sam's newest friend - were they friends? - was distressed. Sam hurriedly held up his hands. "Sorry," he echoed. Apparently they were both saying sorry. "Lot happened today." Ha. That was an understatement. "But ... yeah, I guess you could say magic exists in my world. Sort of. I ... kind of sort of met a time traveler recently and things have been a bit ... weird. So there are certainly a lot of things I don't understand. It's getting there. You're not, like, weird or anything. The time traveler is weird." He attempted a smile and for once it succeeded. "You are cool." Oooooh that was a stupid statement, Sam. Good job. "Oh," said Sam. Unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice, he tried to use as few words as possible, "I forgot there's an ... actual Rome." |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 31, 2020 9:07:10 GMT -5
Matt | Interrogation room | strider |Matt picked up his own sheet and read over the questions, frowning as he realized they seemed to be specifically engineered to cause Crutchie discomfort. “Oh, yeah, these...” he began uncomfortably, trying to figure out how to phrase it. “These aren’t good questions. I’m....not gonna ask you these, okay?” With that, he set the paper back down on the table, and folded his arms. “I’m guessing yours are pretty effed up too?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 31, 2020 10:26:27 GMT -5
Matt | Mall room | Lark | “Not a cop,” said Matt. “Why, you a criminal?” Innocently, he turned and grabbed a keychain off the nearest kiosk, holding it up and squinting at it in the dim light. It was a little frog, made of glass and glinting green against the kiosk mirror. “Hey, you like these things?” he asked, turning and showing Joey his prize. “They have like, a million different animals to choose from, and we can totally steal here since it’s the House.”
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Post by strider on Jul 31, 2020 11:27:08 GMT -5
So they were both apologizing to each other for basically no reason. There was a reason Nico didn’t tend to have many friends, and the fact that he was incredibly awkward around people was definitely part of that. He frowned, glancing over at Sam. What was he thinking? He could visit dreams, yes, but he would trade that power in instantly if it meant he could actually talk to people without either seeming like an idiot or making them hate him. “That’s… cool,” he ventured carefully, meeting Sam’s gaze after a moment. “So you’ve been…. time travelling?” That was a new concept, even to Nico. Unless you counted the Lotus Hotel, and he refused to. It had taken too much from him. His thoughts were immediately pulled away as his mind processes the rest of what Sam was saying. Sam’s smile was… sweet. Which was a weird thing to notice. Stop it, Nico, he lectured himself silently. “I… yeah, I don’t know which Nico di Angelo you’ve been talking to, but I wouldn’t say I’m… cool…” his brow creased before he glanced back at Sam, a ghost of a smile touching at the corners of his mouth. “Unless you mean literally.” With that he lightly adjusted the temperature of the room so it was a couple degrees colder than before. |
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Post by strider on Jul 31, 2020 11:36:49 GMT -5
Crutchie looked down at his own paper again, brow creasing. “I… I don’t think I want to ask you these either, but… what if the House makes us?” The House, it seemed, was ready to oblige. Electricity (or something, Crutchie wasn’t familiar with it, in any case) arced up from the chair. Crutchie’s jaw set itself against the pain and he stared at the table, tense until it went away. After a few moments, he looked up again, scared. “I think we have to ask. I won’t… I won’t listen to your answer if you don’t want me to but…” he adjusted his position so he could better hold onto the paper. “What are you most afraid of?” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 31, 2020 11:46:11 GMT -5
Matt | Interrogation room | strider |“Woah woah woah!!” Matt sat bolt upright in his chair, his own heart pounding as if he was the one who had been shocked. Once Crutchie seemed to relax, he let himself sit back down as well, his knuckles white against the edge of the table. “Okay...” he said, swallowing hard. “Okay. Jesus christ, House, okay.” He listened to the question, and frowned, a shadow over his soft eyes as he looked back at his paper. Choose wisely.“I’m guessing you get shocked again if I say something dumb like ‘spiders’, or if you cover your ears,” he said, a nervous laugh bubbling in his throat. “Ok, don’t worry, it’s fine. It’s just 20 questions, right?” He took a breath, trying to work out what, exactly, to say to that. “That I’ll screw up what I have to do, and someone will die cause of it,” he said finally, not meeting Crutchie’s gaze.
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Post by Lark on Jul 31, 2020 12:39:48 GMT -5
Joey | Mall room | Matt "No, are you?" The retort comes back swiftly. More than he expected it to, the weight of the accusation had not painted the best picture of Matt in his head. This results in him letting out a chuckle that isn't pained but it just doesn't feel right in his bones. Grim had their encounter been at first that is sweeped under the rug when he looks at the culprit of his mixed emotions. "There's more!?" His surprise is made clear by the switch of tone the wary teen had displayed recently. Having turned away from the overpriced merchandise sitting on the rusty shelves Joey lets himself walk closer toward Matt admiring his keychain. "My sister would kill to have stuff like this." Unbeknownst to the Legion and now the house, he kept his family behind him putting himself in the front. With dad gone, he was the man of the house and with what time he's got it was better to let no harm come to them. |
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Post by Auransky on Jul 31, 2020 12:57:11 GMT -5
Elliot | BBQ Room | Freaking Out | <Raintalon> Despite the mad scientist’s interest in something other then herself; she was too occupied with fear to the presence of a monster; a creature her kind was dragged into aa complicated relationship. This fear was further enhanced, by the removal of Elliot’s bracelet, and the presence of now 2 Marw. She peaked out briefly to spot Elias-nothing. Then the mad scientist spoke again, and she nearly buried herself against the tree trunk. ID-D-Did it eat h-him? She hugged herself, feeling her balance wobbling from the fear off in the distance. N-No... I would sense his death-h-he-is probably going to handle this-but... Marw’s are strong... there’s TWO of them...N-No... I have to trust him..On the other side, Elliot was breathing shallow, and tightly hugging himself as a means of suppression from internal pain. His once turquoise eyes were bloodlust red; and rapidly blinking from the intense lighting. He was finding himself unable to see from the various intensities of light. He knew that she was weary of his other presence-and if he showed his face now, she would be heartbroken or worse- He looked down to his feet-he was hiding behind the tree-which cast a shadow over him against the lighting in the sky from the open clearing. He stomped his left food aggressively against the uproot tree bark he perched himself on. He wasn’t sure on how to handle the situation. Should he ease her pain by eliminating the ’threat? No-She will see me... and fear me too....especially me more then them..He started to consider the next idea, once again clutching in pain, Do I appear in armor-n-no... she would be terrified and really believe I am coming for her....He painfully pressed himself against the tree. If I come appear to her in armor-I could-tell her I killed Elias as a bounty and have no quarrel with her? He shook his head-his fangs appearing now, as he bit how lower lip. N-No.. she’ll despise me-that-that I am not willing to part with.. Finally he looked up, his eyes twitching in pain. If I stay here-will I wake up from this nightmare?Closing his eyes he let out a long hefty breath. Scientist-when I get my hands on you- |
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Post by strider on Jul 31, 2020 13:46:42 GMT -5
“Right,” Crutchie murmured, voice quiet. He didn’t want to experience that again, and he didn’t know why the House had chosen to plop them here. He couldn’t even blame the door they had chosen. This was fully the House’s fault. He still wanted to cover his ears. “Wait, you’ve got twenty questions? I only have three…” his heart tightened at the thought, but he tried to put on a brave face. He’d been through worse than a little shock, right? He took in a deep breath, searching Matt’s gaze for the answer. He could understand why Matt didn’t want to give an answer. Crutchie wouldn’t have wanted to answer that question either. His brow furrowed when he heard Matt’s response, wishing he could just get up and hug his friend. He pulled half-heartedly against the handcuffs. He saw the way Matt was looking away. There was something else there, but the House was already prying more than Crutchie was comfortable with. He wouldn’t pry any more. “The good thing about worst fears is they don’t usually happen,” he said quietly, though he knew that wasn’t entirely true. Sometimes you just got really, really unlucky. “I believe in you,” he added, looking away. Matt was one of the kindest people he knew – one of the best, really. Whatever he had to do… if anyone could do it, it was him. |
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Post by Lark on Jul 31, 2020 14:35:33 GMT -5
Dipper | Hunger Games Room (Day 1) | Czes He needed to remember.
They needed to remember.Best of all the person running at him would remember the haunted, frantic look he casted down at the floor. Dipper was fairly small as he'd been, the panic of being watched caused the boy to leap out of his skin so to speak. He loathed the thought of his Grunkle taunting him, a snide remark made at his own expense. Yet now of all times he wished was there to snap at him, grab him, do something! There was no way he would have expected a swift arrow to fly through the air that it had a slight ring to it once it impacted through Dipper's body forcing him to freeze up at the sudden action. Uncertain as the games had been he could only shake as the arrow had pinned him a feet off the ground. The arrow that had him stuck to the wall had not pierced his body in the way it should have. For once he was glad to take Mabel's fashion advice in wearing a vest before the trip to Gravity Falls. The manner in which of the arrow had gone through him had ran through his stuffy blue vest, his plain red shirt had been unfazed. That's when the horror of it all amped up when he patted his body seemingly for blood finding no wounds to be concerned for. No, it was something far worse. Below at his feet sat Journal 3 too far for him to reach with either of his appendages. Agonizing over the recently loss from what he had just gained back had thrusted Dipper to pry himself out of the vest. His noodle like arms couldn't budge at the angle that was needed in order to wiggle his way out of the vest. The last thing he needed was for the journal to be taken away from him again! Having that in mind he couldn't be bothered to look up at Czes running directly towards him. Dipper | Living Room | Gray Dipper allowed himself to live down the embarrassment of his presumptive remark. "I had no clue about what that was all about." He forced himself into a corner this time around. "Sorry." The words came out in a bit of mumble when spoken rubbing the back of his head. While Gray hid herself from his prying eyes he blinked not literally, his eyes flickering back and forth to the servant. A dull disappointment ran through his thoughts unable to see the aforementioned family heirloom in their presence. What the journal has taught him was that not everything could be seen outright but that was about ghosts of all things. "Um, how long have you stuck around?" |
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