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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Aug 1, 2020 16:58:43 GMT -5
Steve | Stair Room | Hook Fear showed itself on Steve's face watching as purple sludge splattered on the formerly pristine floor. He'd only caught on by chance, he had his quick reflexes to thank for that. Now the brunette was kneeling keeping himself steady while the podium moved downward towards a dark abyss. The stairs themselves twisted, some moved while others remained in their places ever twisting and connecting each other. However the stairs occupied the majority of the room one constant was that they were all made out of solid marble. Surreal as it was the teen forced himself back onto his feet no longer kneeling before the strange man appeared out of solid air. Steve cursed out of shock, wishing he's somehow hit his head on the pool's border. There had to have been explanation for his previous hallucination no matter how real it felt. "How am I supposed to know, man?" He shrugged his shoulders waving his hands expression how oblivious he was to all of this crap. In the other hallucination he'd seen people poof into existence like Hook it was weirder this time around. "This is crazy! I'm telling you this room is crazy. Steve | BBQ Room | Will, open for others Whatever had been forming together in the kid's head would about to be toppled as to what Steve would do next. He refrained himself from doing anything that would attract attention, the odd environment stalled him from doing anything rash. Just as he was about to open his mouth he turned his gaze down at his watch. "Jesus," The old thing had been given to him when he was a bit older than Will but he would get a good scolding if he actually broke it. It was working earlier when he checked the time when Nancy and Barb came knocking at his door. "Not again." The teen frowned, visibly irritated at what should have been a minor inconvenience to him. It was annoying enough that the only person he knew at the party, a sad excuse of a party at that, was Will Byers. The kid hadn't done anything but the stiff responses albeit nice for someone at his age was a dead give away things were rough. No shit, Harrington. Thinking about the Wheelers they were nice but he knew better than to mouth off, especially when or if Will would open that mouth of his. A broken watch could be fixed just like every other thing he's broken under his parents roof. Give a day or two and all would be back to good, it still sucked he'd have to come clean about it. Growing up if anything had been out of shape, his dad would just snap his fingers and poof, everyone's back to having a great time. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 1, 2020 18:31:40 GMT -5
The small boy could see the little brown at shape somewhere in the crowd, around several pairs of shoes. He huddled closer to the table legs and tried not to giggle. She'd never find him! Anyway, if she didn't find him, it meant avoiding bed, right? There wasn't much more to say on the matter. He looked around, but didn't really catch sight of anyone else he knew yet. That was good! It meant his hiding had worked! |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 2, 2020 5:29:48 GMT -5
Arlo didn't remember falling asleep. One moment she'd been sitting at her table, waiting for a layer of paint on her canvas to dry a bit more, the next she was raising her head from the table, bits of her hair sticking to her canvas, and blinking in momentary confusion. She vaguely remembered having some sort of odd dream, but she couldn't remember what it had involved... Her eyes widened suddenly and she looked around the room. How long had she been asleep? Probably quite a bit longer than she should have been, her break had probably ended already. She got up from the table and brushed her hair away from her right eye with a paint-stained hand, accidentally smudging various colors onto the pale blonde strands, and hurriedly made her way across the room to the counter. "Hey, I'm back," she said with an attempt at an apologetic smile when she spotted Sandalphon. "Sorry about that..." she glanced at the crowd, then back. "Were this many people here before?"Her visible eye scanned over the room in search of people who hadn't been there earlier but she wasn't quite sure who had been and who hadn't. How long had she been at that table anyway? She hadn't really felt that tired earlier... though waiting for the paint to dry hadn't exactly been interesting. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 2, 2020 14:06:38 GMT -5
Kelsier knew it wasn’t okay. It was so damn far from okay. This whole room was an exercise in pain for all of them, but it seemed to be targeting Nico more than anyone. After all, Kelsier had been the first to die. He hadn’t had to bear the weight of anyone else’s body. He hadn’t had to bury anyone today, He knew what Nico needed, though he wasn’t sure whether that was because he had spent so much time around wounded children, or simply because he had an instinct with Nico specifically. Either way, he knew the kid needed space, and he needed shadows, and he needed something familiar. Too bad the only thing Kelsier had now was his Mistcloak. He wanted to come closer, but he resisted. Nico was hurting very badly right now, and he knew that meant he needed distance. Even if he cared about someone. Did he care about Kelsier? His actions certainly seemed to suggest he did. He had carried Kelsier’s body, he had given him a hero’s burial...Kelsier wanted to ask why. What had he done to deserve that title? To Nico? But he didn’t ask. Instead he stayed a respectful distance back and, leaving enough room for Nico to leave if he wanted, stayed quiet and close. He was there, a physical presence, maybe a barrier between the crowd of onlookers and Nico. L | Hunger Games Viewing Room | Striiiiii L nodded. He understood that well. “Neither am I.” He confided, glancing over to Nico and the friends who were now giving him plenty of space. It was best not to interrupt, he knew, but he still felt as though he ought to come closer. “Yes, this is for the best.” He muttered, more for himself than anyone else. A quick glance at Orpheus told him the other man was worried, not only for Nico, but for everyone. “Yes, I’m well, thank you.” He answered, then glanced down at himself. “It was probably more traumatic for everyone who saw me, then it was for...well, me. I experienced nothing at all.” That was the benefit of a very quick death. He wondered why the House had decided to give him one. Perhaps to hurt the others? Well, it seemed to have succeeded in that. Although he wasn’t certain who all had witnessed his tragic demise, he knew Myrnin had. He looked up at Orpheus again. “How are you coping?” He asked. “Even if you haven’t personally died, witnessing a death is a traumatic experience in itself.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 2, 2020 17:29:33 GMT -5
Kelsier | Trust Exercise Room | striderKelsier wouldn’t have asked Nico to trust him, for the simple reason that he knew he hadn’t earned it. He had killed Nico. He had hurt him very badly, and it was entirely fair not to trust him. He couldn’t ask for something that wasn’t his. He hoped staying away was enough to make Nico feel a little safer, though. He liked the kid, he couldn’t pretend he didn’t. He wished they were on better terms. As it was, they were okay. They were no longer fighting, they were even having fun. Kelsier was glad he had this opportunity, even if it meant he had to deal with the House, even if he could never condone what this place had done. He was allowed to have this. Wasn’t he? It was true that Kelsier had mixed feelings about his world. He didn’t want it to be broken, after all. And he was angry about the way things were. He wanted flowers back. He wanted green plants and he wanted a world where you didn’t have to spend hours fighting the endless ash that threatened to bury you alive. But the House wasn’t better. It was probably worse. Not worse than the nobleman - that would have been a feat - but worse than his world in general. The House was both place and being, so he could compare it to them both. He wondered how much of his feelings were coming through. He couldn’t really tell. He was trying not to be too angry, but then, maybe he should show a little of what he really felt. Nico might appreciate it. He shook his head. Never mind that now, it wasn’t important. What mattered was that Nico was smiling, and that meant everything to him. He looked….happy. In a way Kelsier hadn’t really seen before. It was a good look on him. A smile suited him more than he probably thought it did. “Oh yeah?” He replied, raising an eyebrow conspiratorially. “I haven’t had a hot drink in months. Including coffee.” That was mostly because it wasn’t winter and there was no need, but he could still feel sorry for himself anyway, right? He grinned, clearly not offended in the slightest. The Mistborn met the boy’s eyes, and for a moment a more serious expression clouded his hazel gaze. So he was okay with this, then. And not in a ‘the House has spoken’ kind of way, either. Was he actually enjoying this? Well, if he was, he wasn’t alone. Kelsier was having a very good time. He pulled off the skates and found his socks were striped in the same pattern as his hat. Then he looked up at Nico and smiled. “I can’t wait to try it.” He said enthusiastically, bounding to his feet. He was still wearing his socks, but that was alright, they were cozy. He didn’t have such luxuries back home. “Lead the way.” He said, spreading his arms invitingly. |
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 2, 2020 22:59:37 GMT -5
Kelsier had no way of knowing how much it meant that Nico was willing to let down his defenses around him enough to have fun. It wasn’t a gift he gave to very many people – it meant he was vulnerable, and it meant he had to show more of himself than he was usually comfortable showing. It meant, even if he would never admit it to Kelsier (or even himself), that he trusted him. Maybe not enough to keep his secrets, but at least to show that he wasn’t the hardened warrior he had to pretend to be. He was, underneath it all, just a kid who was tired of everything the world had thrown at him. His smile widened just a little bit – it was still an uncomfortable expression on his face, even when it wasn’t forced – as Kelsier set his own period of time without warm drinks against Nico’s. “Oh, so it’s a competition now?” He teased lightly. “I wonder if our worlds have the same coffee,” he added after a moment, considering it. He was pretty certain the plant that grew coffee beans were at least green, but he could have been wrong. There was a lot about his world that he didn’t know and would never need to know. Although he enjoyed black coffee as much as the next person, he had never given its production much thought. His smile faded a little bit as he noticed Kelsier’s socks. Either the House was telling him something about Kelsier that he really didn’t have any right to know, or it was just making Nico uncomfortable for no reason. What would Kelsier think if he knew? Looking at the man he found it difficult to believe the flag could apply to him, but he had been raised on stereotypes. There was no one way someone looked that could tell him anything. It was odd, having the whole world flip flop on him without him even realizing it. While the world was still a dangerous place to be gay, it was nothing like it had been when he was little. Then again… a lot of things weren’t like they had been then. Still… he had a hard time believing that Kelsier would appreciate something so emasculating. Which was a stereotype, and… it was probably better for Nico to just… stop thinking. He’d have to ask, and he’d have to ask delicately. Kelsier was going better than most adults would have in the time Nico was used to. He hadn’t cursed him out or threatened violence in the room that had made them answer questions. Not every world is like the one Bianca was afraid of you growing up in, Nico reminded himself, though he was awkwardly pulling at his gloves – he had no ability to twist the ring that lay underneath, and his anxiety needed another outlet. He shook the thought away as best he could, and tried to regain some of the enthusiasm he’d had only moments before. He bounced a little bit before going up to the counter and helping himself to some hot chocolate. It didn’t appear there was anyone watching, so nobody to stop him from putting a little too much whipped cream on the top. He quickly sealed it to trap in its heat before he began fixing a cup for Kelsier. “Do you like whipped cream?” he asked, hesitating when the cup was about 3/4ths full. Plenty of room for whipped cream, if Kelsier wanted it. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 2, 2020 23:49:36 GMT -5
Kelsier | Trust Exercise Room | striderWas Kelsier deserving of that trust? Was Kelsier someone who ought be trusted with a snow globe, let alone anything that mattered? He would have said probably not. Because if he were being honest, he wasn’t the same as he used to be. Survivors had scars, and his were not just on his arms and hands. Surviving came at a price, always, and he had paid it. Now he just had to live with it. Looking at Nico, he hoped he could. He hoped he could manage to be what Nico seemed to think he was. Or was he overthinking this? Maybe it didn’t mean anything after all. “If it was, I’d win.” He replied loftily, smirking just a little. He couldn’t help it. Showing off was in his blood, it seemed. As Nico mentioned the coffee, he frowned a little, thinking about it. “My coffee is very bitter.” He offered. “Noblemen drink it with milk. Skaa don’t typically have access to it, but my crew and I have some occasionally, when we can.” Meaning, when he stole some. Wasn’t that implied? He didn’t actually know all that much about where coffee came from. All he really knew for sure was that it was a kind of plant. Nico’s version was probably green. Kelsier did his best not to be too jealous. He raised his eyebrows a little as Nico’s smile faded. Why? He seemed to be staring at the socks, which were interesting to be sure, but worth that much intensity? Not really. He frowned. He felt like he was missing something here, but he didn’t know what. He had no way of knowing what the colors meant, or why Nico took them so seriously, and he was beginning to wonder whether there was something the House was telling Nico that he was excluded from. Some kind of code, maybe? Or something else? “Are you alright?” He asked, real concern in his tone. He didn’t like having no idea what was going on, and Nico looked so serious about whatever it was, it couldn’t have been good. He shook his head a little. Things were fine. The House may have been pulling something behind the Mistborn’s back, but he’d be ready, whatever it was. He knew there was always another secret, and he was prepared to handle whatever it was. Kelsier watched as Nico fixed himself a cup. It looked...unappealing, if he were being completely honest, from the glance he got of it before the white stuff and the lid went on. Still, Nico had given it the highest praise, and Kelsier wouldn’t leave without trying it at least once. Maybe he was just too curious for his own good. Or maybe, possibly, he was doing it for Nico. “What?” He asked, coming over as the younger blinker spoke. “The white stuff? Are you having it?” He was familiar with cream, though he rarely had it himself. But whipped? Why would you want to whip cream? He leaned over and stuck his finger in the cream, then put it in his mouth. Then he smiled. “I want that.” He said, swiping another fingerfull and sticking it in his mouth. “Lots of that.” |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 2, 2020 23:54:56 GMT -5
The door to the kitchen suddenly came flying open, as a brown haired young man barreled out in a rush. When compared to the other staff at the tavern, he didn't exactly blend in much. He wasn't garbed anything extravagant per say, wearing only normal clothing and an apron like any other server. It was the style of his chosen outfit that made him stand out, which wasn't anything like that found in the local area, making it obvious he had came from elsewhere. "Out of the way!" He shouted towards the wall of patrons that were impeding his path towards the table he needed to get to. It was taking every fiber of muscle in his face to resist gagging at that unholy... beverage, currently sitting on the platter he had propped up with one arm. The other one, meanwhile, was busy shielding half of his face from the thick, smoke-like vapors rising from it. D-damn... That Twin Dragon's Breath was some potent stuff... What sane person would consume this? It was strong enough to knock out a horse! Its powerful aroma did have a boon funny enough. Any customers that stood in the way quickly made themselves scarce, keen to avoid the borderline deadly concoction coming their direction. Within a minute, it arrived at its destination table. Its carrier hurriedly grabbed the tankard and deposited it in front of the man who ordered it, not sparing a second word or glance back as he curtly vanished back into the crowd, desperate to get as far away from that drink as he could. Emerging from the crowd back by the bar with his platter tucked under one arm, Sandalphon stopped, closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath of fresh air... or at least fresh- er air anyway. The skin of his face was beat red and dotted with beads of persperation, like he had just got done holding his head near one of the kitchen's ovens. A moment later, a somewhat familiar voice reached his ears, offering her apologies. It belonged to one of his fellow staff members, a girl who called herself Arlo. He wasn't well acquainted with her, knowing nothing more about her besides her name, that she worked here and partook in painting. That's how it was with most people he met, he didn't pry into their affairs, and they usually wouldn't his. Since he traveled so much, he saw no need to really get acquainted with others when they would likely never meet again once he left. He didn't react much at first, only replying with a simple "Hm?". After a moment, he once again opened his eyes so he could properly glance at Arlo, returning the shorter girl's apologetic smile with a red irised expression of feigned surprise. "Oh? Returned to the waking world, have you?" He questioned. Once he noticed the fact her hair was starting to resemble the brushes she painted with though, one of his brows slowly rose in genuine bemusement. Completely deadpan, he spoke again. "What's going on there? Decide to try turning yourself into your next masterpiece?" Cheeky about it as he was being, there was no denying she did seem to posses genuine skill in art, if the few paintings he'd seen her working on in the background while on duty were anything to go by. Anyway, it was time to get back on track. "No. Our patron quantity has grown quite a bit over the last few hours." Sandalphon reached up and rubbed the back of his hand over his forehead, trying to dry himself off. "At this rate, we'll be fit to burst by nightfall." |
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Post by strider on Aug 3, 2020 0:16:35 GMT -5
Nico could understand the price of surviving. For him it meant fewer moments like this. It meant that he couldn’t be a kid in his world, because that had been taken from him. He had no right to be anything but the fearsome son of Hades, a soldier in a war he didn’t want to fight. Here, though… here he got to breathe. Here he got a second chance. Here, even if he died, it wasn’t permanent. It wasn’t an inevitability. He had no responsibility here. Although he knew he had placed responsibility on his own head in his world, he was still the only one who could carry his particular burden. Even though it would likely kill him. That was a cheerful thought. “You wish,” he replied lightly, though it seemed he was less competitive than Kelsier was. Besides, he didn’t want to go into why he hadn’t had a hot drink in the past several months. At least Kelsier had the excuse that it was rare in his world. All Nico had was that he’d spend the last several months in hell and hadn’t been quite right ever since. “People who drink coffee with milk are weak,” Nico replied with a small smirk. “Unless it’s a cappuccino, in which case… it better be in the morning.” He gave a soft laugh, remembering bits and pieces of the coffee protocol his mother had followed almost religiously. Cappuccino in the morning, multiple shots of espresso in the afternoon. Even though hot chocolate was worlds better, he still was used to the taste of pure black espresso. He couldn’t imagine anyone having not grown up on it. That was a memory he retained in almost perfect clarity from his childhood. American coffee was much worse, but Nico could deal with it. If he had to. The thought was almost immediately forgotten, and he glanced back up at Kelsier, a guilty expression on his face. “Yeah, I’m… I’m fine.” A lie. “Do you… do you know what your socks… and your hat… mean?” He doubted the answer to that was going to be yes, but he had to ask. If he was making a big deal out of it and Kelsier already knew and didn’t care, that would reflect poorly on him. Given what he’d heard of Kelsier’s world, though, he doubted that was the case. He didn’t know if he wanted to explain it to Kelsier. At best, he’d be upset the House had outed him. At worst, he’d blame Nico for the association somehow, and then they’d be up in arms against each other again, and Nico didn’t want that. He liked Kelsier, he didn’t want to undo everything they’d gone through just because the House decided to be cruel. Luckily, the hot chocolate was a decent distraction. He nodded, pointing to the white smushed on the inside of the lid. “It makes it better,” he informed Kelsier, “But not if you have too much. Then it starts to overpower the chocolate…” he trailed off, bewildered as Kelsier took his second fingerful of whipped cream. “Oh,” he murmured, topping off the cup with cream and putting the lid on it before handing it to Kelsier. He was about to take a sip of his own cup before he reconsidered. “To second chances,” he murmured, raising his cup a little bit in his best approximation of a ‘cheers’. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 3, 2020 1:10:33 GMT -5
"No," Sam admitted. "Not yet. Not really, anyway. It's a ... spaceship too. And I've sort of been on it." He let a small smile cross his face. "It was fun, but I haven't done more than that." He didn't mention the fact that he might end up living on it. He wanted to leave that for now. He rubbed the back of his head, fiddling with the chain for his necklace. He snorted at Nico's comment. "I don't think you get to call yourself 'cool' anyway. I think that's considered vain." He didn't notice the temperature drop and didn't completely get why Nico had made the joke. But he masked his confusion. That wasn't very unusual that he didn't understand something, so he just kept smiling. Sam blinked out. |
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strider
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Post by strider on Aug 3, 2020 2:43:31 GMT -5
Nico closed his eyes and just let himself breathe. Safe. He was safe. They were all alive, Kelsier and Myrnin and Tori and Sam, who he hadn’t felt die in the first place… the thought caused his heart to quicken and he squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, almost going so far as to put his hands over his ears as though that could block out the thought. He refrained. He heard Sam’s question, and though he wanted to answer he didn’t know how. He didn’t even know if the question had been directed at him. Kelsier seemed to have taken up the role of protector, though Nico was grateful that he’d left enough space for Nico to get away, if he wanted to. He could have pulled on the shadows and moved somewhere else, but he was too tired. He was too tired to do much of anything. All of his emotional energy spent just like that. For nothing. He was relieved they were alive of course, but it seemed he hadn’t quite been able to process it like he had wanted to. Kelsier was there. Kelsier was there, and based on how he was standing, he wasn’t going to leave. Myrnin too, and Sam, though the latter seemed to be a bit more confused on what to do. Gods, Nico, the demigod scolded himself, Breathe. Just… be okay enough to talk to them. it wasn’t that easy. The last time anyone had waited for him to recover, it had been because he had important information, not because they cared. “[oops!] the House,” Nico muttered under his breath, just loud enough for maybe Kelsier to hear. He wanted to talk to Myrnin and Sam, but Kelsier was closer and he didn’t have the energy for more than one person. He was still just trying to process everything that had happened. Orpheus | Hunger Games Viewing Room | Hawk !!
Orpheus played just a little bit louder, wishing he could fix things. There was no way to do that. All he could do was slap a band-aid on a bullet wound. Not that he knew what either of those things were, of course. He kept his gaze focused on L, aware that the man with the ponytail was watching them as well. Did L want to talk to him? Was Orpheus preventing him from doing that? No. Orpheus tried to still his thoughts. If L wanted to talk to the man with the ponytail, he would say so. Orpheus would shut up and find somewhere else to play, and it would be fine. “I’m glad,” he murmured, something almost like a smile crossing his face. “Not that… not that you died, of course, but that you’re alright. That it didn’t hurt.” He’d seen some of the other deaths. L’s had been far kinder than a lot of them. His eyes widened as L turned the question on him. “Oh.” While it was true he hadn’t ever seen anyone die before… “I’m…” his brow furrowed as he tried to find the best words. “I’m angry,” he said, like it was a new emotion to him. “And I promised I would find a way to make this place balanced, but I’m not sure how, now that I’ve seen what it can do.” He sighed, glancing at L again before something flickered across his expression and he began speaking again, his words coming more quickly, “I won’t give up, though. It’s the only thing I can do here. I think… it might be the only reason I’m holding it together in this room. I’ve never seen death before.” He knew he’d be seeing more of it very soon, whether he wanted to or not. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 4, 2020 17:54:37 GMT -5
Kelsier | Trust Exercise Room | striderLife was like that, it seemed. Kelsier knew he had lost a part of himself to the Pits. He knew he had not come out unscathed. He knew Nico understood that, because the kid had been through what could be described as even worse than the Pits themselves. Kelsier didn’t think he knew all of it, by any means, but he knew enough to know the kids understood survival a lot better than most. Maybe that was the appeal of the House. The way it seemed to offer a refuge, albeit a bitter one. The way it gave them peace and friends and best of all, it offered people who really understood. People who were as broken as he was. He shook his head slightly. Not broken. Stronger. Faster. Better, because of everything. If he were honest, he would admit he had lost something too, but he was rarely so honest even with himself. No, it was better to hold on to what he had gained. He snorted, laughing a little at the internal image of a nobleman’s shocked face. “Agreed.” He said firmly. “And I have no idea what a cappuccino is, but I’ll do my best to only drink it in the morning. We need a room where we can just taste each other’s food. Or, I suppose, where I can taste your world’s food. You wouldn’t likely care for mine.” He said it without bitterness. The food of the Skaa was little and only technically edible, usually. Maybe a nobleman’s buffet would work. He considered his world’s coffee. It was bitter and energizing, and when they could steal it, they did. Sometimes they even argued that it was a bit like pewter. Kelsier thought that was highly unlikely, but Breese seemed to enjoy the idea. He blinked, glancing at Nico with a puzzled expression. So the pattern did mean something, then. Something pretty serious, judging by Nico’s expression. He hoped it wasn’t about to spoil their hot chocolate. He was looking forward to trying it, and he didn’t feel like fighting any monsters at the moment, external or otherwise. He tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. “Come on, out with it.” He said a little tiredly. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but the House’s, whatever it was. “What does it mean? I know it’s pretty serious, I can read that much from your expression. Am I wearing enemy colors?” He hoped that wasn’t it. But he couldn’t think of anything else it could be. He focused on the cup as Nico handed it over, and he grinned. The white stuff was sweet, so the hot chocolate probably was, too. He liked sweet things. They were a rarity, and he enjoyed being able to have them now and then. “To second chances.” He murmured back, raising his cup. Then he took his first small, cautious sip. It was amazing. He closed his eyes, savoring the sweet, unfamiliar chocolate taste as it flooded his mouth. He’d never tasted anything like it before. He didn’t have the words to describe it, because it simply wasn’t like anything he’d ever had before. He opened his eyes finally and looked at Nico, smiling contentedly. “That’s it.” He said simply. “That’s my new favorite thing ever.” |
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Post by strider on Aug 5, 2020 15:58:34 GMT -5
Nico couldn’t help but wonder what Kelsier was thinking. He didn’t really know him well enough to be able to decode that (not that he was good at decoding other people’s thoughts even when he knew them), but he still wanted to know. He wanted to know if the feelings of friendship he was beginning to feel towards the man were reciprocated at all. It was weird to him, that the foods he knew so well weren’t in Kelsier’s world. Of course they weren’t, because people developed different types of food depending on what was available to them. At least they had coffee in common – it sounded like the same thing, at least. “Pity,” he murmured, lacing his fingers around his cup. “Cappuccinos are good. Not as good as hot chocolate, but…” he shrugged. “I’d still like to taste your food. Even if it’s terrible. The only food you need to try from my world is Italian food. Oh – and McDonald’s. Maybe I’m a little biased though.” His lips moved into a thin line that could have almost been a smile. He wondered if Kelsier’s world had pasta. If not, that was probably a crime on a dimensional scale. What kind of a world didn’t have pasta?He looked down at the ground, wishing he could just keep mulling over food rather than having to face the question. He shouldn’t have even mentioned it, and whatever friendly terms he was on with Kelsier were probably going to disappear… he swallowed, not wanting to drink the hot chocolate until he’d at least told the truth. “No, no it isn’t like that, or anything,” he murmured, not quite meeting Kelsier’s gaze. “I mean… in my world, depending on where you were… those colors might make you a target, but… not like you’re thinking.” Just saying it out loud was easy, in concept. Not so much in practice. “It’s a pride flag.” There. The first step. “And it’s really something I shouldn’t have any business knowing about you unless you trusted me enough to tell me yourself, but the House didn’t give me a choice so I don’t see why it would give you one.” It was hard to keep the bitterness out of his tone. “Not that… not that I believe the House over you, and if you say it’s not true I…” he was just digging himself a hole here. He hated the House. Hated it. Was that an overreaction? Probably. “In my world people who use those colors for socks and flags and hats and things are bisexual.” He searched Kelsier’s face for any recognition of the term before looking sharply away. “I think the proper definition is people who like two or more genders but it’s… a relatively recent term, I think, I… people wouldn’t even talk about it when I was growing up, so I understand if…” Breathe. He had to remind himself. “I mean I hardly have grounds to care if it’s true.” Mission ‘Don’t Look At Kelsier Because He Might Be Mad’ was a go. He stared at his hands instead, suddenly losing interest in the hot chocolate. He tried to force a smile as Kelsier remarked on the drink, but he didn’t quite feel like drinking his anymore. Not until he saw how this conversation was going to go. Maybe he was worried for nothing. But he’d found it was best to expect the worst, because then you couldn’t be disappointed – or taken by surprise if people got violent. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 5, 2020 18:15:11 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. "Nope," said Matt with a shrug. He didn't really see the point of trying to convince Joey that he was telling the truth. Either he'd believe him or he wouldn't, and anyway, this was the House - stuff like that didn't matter here. What was he gonna do, arrest him? He glanced back at Joey, eyes round with interest as the other boy started talking again, being surprisingly open considering how hostile he'd been only moments before. "Get her one, then," he suggested, gesturing back to the keychain kiosk. "There's a chance you'll blink back with it, anyway. Then you can give it to her." |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 5, 2020 18:19:29 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-"Hey, it really is alright," said Hange, raising their eyebrows in concern as the woman continued to cower in fear. "Elli...Elias was just here." They tilted their head, puzzled by her behavior, and then lit up, an idea occurring to them. "Ah, no, I know! I'll go find him for you and bring him back. Stay here - he's nearby!" And with that, they took off towards where Elliot's scent led, moving towards the tree before stopping, puzzled. "'Elias'?" they called, in case the woman was still listening. "Hm...you smell strange," they said, taking one more step towards the tree. "Are you alright? Your girlfriend seems to be somewhat upset." |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 5, 2020 18:23:25 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. "No, no, not twenty!" confirmed Matt hastily, as Crutchie's eyes widened with understandable anxiety. "Just three. Sorry, twenty questions is a game in my world that's kinda like this. Icebreaker wise, I mean. Bad comparison anyway." His features darkened a little as Crutchie moved to comfort him, and he shifted his feet under the table, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "Yeah, it's cool," he said, and looked down at Crutchie's paper as an excuse not to talk about...that anymore. "Oh boy, these are..." He paused, grimacing. "Not great. Uh...first one is...do you actually trust your friends?" |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 5, 2020 18:28:07 GMT -5
The small boy could see the little brown at shape somewhere in the crowd, around several pairs of shoes. He huddled closer to the table legs and tried not to giggle. She'd never find him! Anyway, if she didn't find him, it meant avoiding bed, right? There wasn't much more to say on the matter. He looked around, but didn't really catch sight of anyone else he knew yet. That was good! It meant his hiding had worked! Mei was not finding Amico's game to be as funny as he was. Mainly, because she did not know it was a game. And, because it was loud and crowded in here, and it was hard enough to think through the noise, much less look for her missing charge. "Amico..." she muttered, unable to raise her voice much past a whisper. She set her jaw, steeling herself against the environment and her own anxiety and scanning through the crowd. He was here somewhere. He was too small to get the doors open...and he wouldn't have left with someone. No, he would have, she realized. He was too friendly...too trusting. How could she have let him wander off like this? How would she face Rex if she couldn't find him? She swallowed, suppressing the lump rising in her throat. She needed to find him. She could deal with what would happen if she couldn't if she couldn't. |
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Aug 5, 2020 20:48:59 GMT -5
Joey | Mall Room | Matt The surprise of the gift had made itself clear even if his face was hidden behind the mask he'd made for himself. His bright brown eyes watched as the keychain was dangling in the hands of a man he distrusted. Well, its just a frog wasn't it? Silently he took the amusing little gift gently. In his gloved hand it felt too good to be true but he couldn't, couldn't doubt it was actually happening. That's when it hit him. "I've been meaning to say but what's up with the house?" His last misadventure led him to awake in cold sweat finding his belongings ransacked and his blades out of their place. Out of all the people he should have suspected was the legion but they all knew better than to do that. To do that to him was like going against themselves - whatever it had been they would pay. "This place, the people, they don't feel right?" He looked at Matt clearly confused. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 6, 2020 0:08:24 GMT -5
Crutchie’s expression softened as relief flooded through him. Three questions. And a game that was probably aptly named but that was from Matt’s time, not his. That was good. That was… survivable. “You’ll haveta explain the game later,” he murmured, forcing a smile. “We could play, if ya wanted to. Not now, ‘course, but…” he held his hand up against the hand cuff. When they were released. He didn’t say anything else about Matt’s answer. It probably wasn’t something Matt wanted to talk about, so why bother pressing about it? Why put Matt in that situation? He didn’t look up until he heard the question. “What?” That was a stupid question. “Yes, of course I-” his answer was cut off by another shock arching through his body, his eyes going wide as he tried to figure out why. Oh. “Not totally!” He shouted, willing it to stop. Thankfully, it did. “No. I trust them to look out for me, but I guess… I got a lot I gotta hide from them.” He stared resolutely at the ground. It was a truth he hadn’t ever wanted to admit to himself. He couldn’t trust his ‘brothers’ the same way most of them trusted him. Did that make him a bad friend? |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2020 18:44:20 GMT -5
Matt | Interrogation room | strider |As Crutchie tensed, Matt tensed along with him, his own face going as rigid as if he'd been shocked himself. Just tell me! he screamed in his head, hating that Crutchie was being forced to say something that was clearly so uncomfortable he'd rather risk a shock than say it. Or maybe he didn't even know it himself. As Crutchie shouted his next words, and the shock stopped, Matt's shoulders slumped, exhausted. Then, he looked over at Crutchie, studying his face. "I don't totally trust my friends, either," he offered. "I think that's normal. People hide stuff, but it doesn't mean they're hiding stuff, y'know?"
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Post by Auransky on Aug 7, 2020 20:49:28 GMT -5
Elliot stood still, placing all of his pressure against the tree. He was just lost in thought with alternatives on how to approach this situation. It was getting on his nerves, the fact that every minute that passed was another minute she would flee. Then again-how far would she go, if she ran off? He blinked turning his head towards the voice that called out. It was the scientist. I am inches from- He leaned slightly forward to whisper at the mad lad now standing besides him. "Give me the bracelet." He roughly stated. "I need it-I can't let her see me like this." He whispered further. Information... "That bracelet, makes me human, and it hides exactly what she's afraid of." He leaned back against the tree. "I'm certain you want her to stop fearing you too... I might be able to accommodate that if you follow my lead." |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 7, 2020 21:40:36 GMT -5
The demon was choosing to ignore the opening he was being provided? Curious... "Does it truly? The phrase 'weird' could be applied to the entirety of this 'Paradox House', could it not?" Azrael pointed out, waterlogged locks of his light gray mane tumbling down his back as he glanced at the Demifiend. The expectant look he wore made it obvious he was naively hoping for somekind of deep, thoughtful answer. No matter the uncertainty he felt about his demon traveling partner, he was truly interested in hearing any thoughts Naoki had about the House. So far, all he knew was that this 'Paradox House' seemed a world all it's own, entirely separate from the Spheres, Circles and Earth. It still made little sense to him personally, which only spurred his desire to see others perspectives on the matter. Hopefully after getting more information, the pieces would start fitting together. "Hmm. I don't believe so." Azrael shook his head. The other blinker's shared interest in the sconce besides him caused to return his focus to it, leaving his last question open for now. "I have seen many a lost soul in my lifetime, and none have ever taken such a form." Ethereal green light illuminated the feathery haired blinker's face while he studied it, its reflection off his dark irises managing to give them a bit more life. Interesting as this magical fire was, his attention wondered down to the stone sconce that carried it. And just beneath that, carved into the face of the piller and easily missed thanks to the rain, was their clue. Only when those forgotten here are granted their last rite
By gift of the mire abask in the glow of balefyre
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 8, 2020 4:05:40 GMT -5
(If anyone wants in the Medieval plot, Sam could pop over to talk. ^^ )
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 8, 2020 23:54:55 GMT -5
Crutchie looked up, watching Matt carefully. He hadn’t meant to lie, he really hadn’t. He didn’t want to say that out loud though, in case the House deemed it a lie and decided to shock him for it. “It’s okay,” he murmured, trying to force a smile. “There are things I can’t tell my friends and that’s…. that’s okay.” He didn’t know for sure that it was, but he had no choice but to say that here. He didn’t want Matt to worry about it, and his response helped more than Crutchie was willing to admit. He allowed himself the tiniest of smiles before he looked back down at the paper in front of him. “Oh,” he murmured, not wanting to ask. The memory of the shock echoed through his head and he grit his teeth. “What are you most insecure about?” he asked, looking up to meet Matt’s gaze. “Sorry, I…” he gave a small sigh. “I hate this,” he said, in case it wasn’t clear enough. He didn’t want to force that out of Matt. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 10, 2020 3:48:27 GMT -5
Oh, now Mei was trying to find him! Amico twisted his head to try and catch a glimpse of his sister as she moved through the crowd. It was difficult not to draw attention when he did that, but he didn't know that. Mom was also following her. Amico wanted to wave, but had to press down the urge. No. No, he was hiding! He had to hide. So he waited there, under the table, and tried not to giggle. He couldn't see Mei's face. Just her outfit and shoes walking around. But he knew what that looked like and he was totally willing to keep up his little game of hide-and-seek in an effort to see if Mei would be excited when she found him. He hoped she'd be excited. He wanted to surprise her. He wondered if his Mom had spotted him. She was lower down. He hoped not, however. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 10, 2020 4:26:31 GMT -5
"You can say that again," Myrnin muttered. Sam, which had awkwardly hesitated to look at Myrnin, just slowly nodded. Of course both of them had heard Nico's exclamation. One was trying to keep his distance however and the other was still too tense to draw that much attention to his vampiric nature. It seemed some sort of cruel punishment in itself that neither could help Nico in any way. Myrnin was hovering by the screens, keeping a loose eye on them like a hovering bird, even though for the most part his eyes found Kelsier and Nico again. He sympathized with Kelsier as well. He hadn't asked for the confusion of this room. Or the care that Nico clearly showed him. That must be an interesting thought. Nico tried so hard to be lonely. but there were still so many people who wanted him to be happy instead. And he'd killed one of them. This time it was easier to keep an eye on the video screen. He didn't want to think about it, but he would have to talk to Kelsier about that later. It was only fair. It was completely fair. But first he'd wait. Wait to see if Nico needed anything. He could tell Sam was already impatient, but also trying so hard not to be. But it was the impatience of frustration, not toward Nico himself. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 11, 2020 23:03:22 GMT -5
Ononoki - The Doctor - Hunger Games Room
A leaf fell from above, fluttering between the two blinkers' faces. Ononoki was returning The Doctor's kind gaze with a blank stare of her own.
"I probably deserve to die..." she reiterated slowly. "I've done enough bad things. You don't want to be like me." The air was still enough that they could hear anyone who wanted to sneak up on them. Seeing as they both had decent reflexes, they would be safe for the time being. Either that, or they could take the opportunity to fight. The doll girl seemed to expect it, merely waiting for The Doctor to make a move.
"...I said with a posed look." She finally finished her thought. It was starting to become clear that The Doctor, even this new version of her, did not want to fight.
Ononoki's big green eyes blinked slowly, mechanically.
"Will we win together, then?"
Czes - Dipper - Hunger Games Room
Czeslaw hiked the crossbow over his shoulder and leapt over brush to reach Dipper, the scene coming into view in a rush.
That was a close one... A look of relief washed over him when he saw that the other blinker was unscathed by the crossbow bolt. He seemed to have taken a mental toll from being shot at though--at least that was how Czeslaw perceived his flailing. He was used to seeing other people affected by violence more than himself, so surely this was just another instance of that fear.
"Don't worry," he assured the other boy, "It's just me." He decided to perform what he assumed to be the nicest gesture possible at the moment, and picked up the journal from the ground that Dipper was reaching for. He dusted off the cover and a dash of pine needles returned to the ground as the book was offered back to its owner. Then, he went for the bolt that was still pinning Dipper to the wall, aiming to tug it out but knowing it would take all his strength.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 12, 2020 22:11:52 GMT -5
Kelsier | Trust Exercise Room | striderIf they could have see inside each other’s head, would they have been surprised by what they saw? Would they have been surprised to know they weren’t enemies, that they might even have been the beginning of friends? Or maybe they wouldn’t have been surprised, maybe deep down they already knew that how they felt was mutual. That Kelsier wanted to be Nico’s friend as much as Nico wanted to be Kelsier’s. The Mistborn couldn’t help but wonder what sort of food was available in Nico’s world. If the hot chocolate was any indication, it was like the noblest of the nobleman’s fair, times two. He didn’t know what to think about that, except that he was pleased to find out that the nobility wasn’t that special after all. Their food was consumed by all in some worlds, which was oddly comforting. “Fair enough.’ He said, pleased in spite of himself that Nico was interested in his food. “Nobleman’s fair isn’t bad. They have cakes and milk and meat. Skaa rely more on whatever grows that they can scavenge. Vegetable stews and such.” He spoke lightly, but, there was a serious edge to his tone, too. He obviously didn’t think much of the difference. He watched Nico, curious and a little worried too. The boy looked actually scared, like he’d said something really wrong, and Kelsier couldn’t quite imagine what about a striped hat would have done that to him. Unless it really was enemy colors, in which case he didn’t see how him wearing them made much of a difference. The House had picked them out for him, after all, he hadn’t chosen them by any means. He didn’t answer, just waited patiently for Nico to explain. He didn’t get it, but hopefully by now the boy would trust him enough to tell him what was wrong. “A pride flag.” He repeated, frowning a little at the unfamiliar term. He didn’t know what that was, but it didn’t sound like a bad thing, did it? Pride was good. He was a proud man, himself, which Nico was definitely aware of. Something secret? Kelsier was officially lost. It definitely meant something, but Nico didn’t seem to want to tell him what it was. “A choice about what?” He asked gently, leaning forward just a little bit on the table, though not enough to get in Nico’s space. “Bisexual?” The Mistborn repeated as the word finally came out. There was no flash of recognition in his eyes, no sign that he knew the term, because he didn’t know it. He didn’t understand what it meant or why Nico was so worked up about it. Then Nico explained it and his eyes flooded with understanding, though a fair amount of confusion still clouded them as well. “Oh.” He murmured, and looked at Nico, trying to catch his eye as the boy tried so hard to avoid the same. He wanted to laugh, but he didn’t, in case Nico thought he was being mocked. It was no such thing. Kelsier was just relieved that it was nothing serious. “Nico.” He said gently, smiling at the kid with all the warmth he could put into the expression. “I’m not angry. Yes, I am bisexual, though I didn’t know there was a term for it before now. It didn’t occur to me to tell you. I suppose after the interrogation room, it should have, but it didn’t.” He reached up, feeling the hat. “I still don’t really understand. In my world there really aren’t terms for who you like, it just varies from person to person. Is it not like that in your world?” |
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