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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 13, 2020 13:30:46 GMT -5
Myrnin watched the fighters, eyebrows arching as he did. Then he looked at the new blinker who still hadn't introduced himself. Actually ... he now knew only two names out of everyone here. "Introductions?" he asked. That didn't stop him staring a little at the white-haired wild one. He reminded Myrnin of Hange. Or really just anyone with that energy and reckless curiosity. But he said things which Myrnin couldn't begin to understand. No. No. He understood them just fine. He hunted Touka's people. Unless there was some other ghouls which looked like people. But what had he said not too long ago about it being very likely for coincidences like blinkers knowing each other? What should he do? Nothing right now, probably ... "Hold on -" he started. Then watched at Vincent walked backwards. His eyes narrowed at once. "Cheat," he muttered, even before Vincent made it to the window. Myrnin spun around to the room at large, clapping his hands. "YO! You knife people! There's a stack of papers here that have, for lack of a better word, magic powers on them. Or superpowers. Pick one. My stupid idiot just left the building, so I'm going to go kick him." Yeah. He was claiming Vincent. If he was going to act like a stray, feral animal then Myrnin was going to treat him like one. He stepped toward the window, looked down, hesitated ... then kicked the window with so much force that glass exploded outward, raining down to the street below. He was sure it was fine. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 13, 2020 14:00:11 GMT -5
The crash had not been Myrnin. This did not mean that Myrnin did not make a crash. He appeared perched on a shelf, which happened to have a lamp on it. The lamp promptly, and without fuss, broke on impact with the floor. "Huh," said Myrnin, looking around the room at large. "We're in a very large place and the place is weird." He glanced around, then brightened as he saw Hange and a newbie. "Haaaaaaaange! Newbie!" he called, waving. "Are we in what is called 'a Wall-Market?'" He thought that was what these places were called. He jumped down from the shelf and, despite being several yards and a floor display away, was standing beside Hange and Lucifer in seconds. Hange might have been the only one actually able to perceive that he'd blurred the distance and jumped over the floor display. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 13, 2020 14:18:47 GMT -5
Lucifer tilted his head, taking the vampire in with interest. “A vampire.” He repeated. Was that even possible? Actually, it probably was. It wasn’t like he would have been told about any new subhuman species in the universe. Actually, he was probably pretty behind on the current workings of the world, which made vampires something all too possible. Besides, he could tell they were not anything he was directly familiar with. It seemed likely they were telling the truth. He shook his head and opened his mouth to speak. Before he could, however, he was interrupted by a loud crash. He stiffened and reached into his pocket, drawing a sword from its sheath at his side, which had been hidden by his coat. The blade gave a soft silvery glow and was ice cold to the touch, and he held it in front of him, eyes narrowed. Then he saw what had caused one of the crashes. “Newbie?” He repeated, still holding the sword. “What’s the supposed to mean?” He jerked back as the newcomer seemed to appear beside him, and he stared, then whipped around to look at Hange. “Another vampire?” He demanded. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 13, 2020 14:41:44 GMT -5
Sol | Power room | directly ®Hawkpath® and mintedstar/fur but anyone can respond |Sol was distracted from her focus on the other weapon-wielder by a new voice, that was apparently yelling at the two of them. Unless there were other knife-wielding blinkers in this room, which she had no way of ruling out. She was very much outside her comfort zone in this situation - there were too many people here, too many variables, and too much unknown open space. This wasn't how she did things for a very good reason that had everything to do with not dying an awful death. "Magic powers?" she repeated, her face scrunching up in confusion as she turned towards the yelling voice. She didn't really have time to question any of that, though, because a second later, the person smashed straight through what sounded like it had probably been a pretty big window. "Shut up!" she yelled, a bit more alarmed now. "Do you wanna get swarmed? Have any of you even cleared this place yet? Ugh..." She grabbed her head between her hands and shook it, letting herself sink into frustration for a moment. All this was making her head hurt, and what was worse, she still had no idea where her dogs had gone or where she even was. "Hey, you, knife boy," she said, waving her hand indiscriminately as she no longer knew where he was in the room. "Gimme one of those magic papers."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 13, 2020 14:53:36 GMT -5
Hange | IKEA room | mintedstar/fur ®Hawkpath® |"MYRNIN!" Lighting up immediately as they spotted their friend, they grabbed him by the arms and stared directly into his eyes, their own wide with excitement. "I did it! I can see small things now! Not as small as yours, but smaller than anyone's ever seen before! It's incredible! What's a 'Wall-Market? I - oh, this is a human," they said, releasing him and turning rapidly to Lucifer. "I didn't ask for your name yet," they remarked, then turned back to Myrnin. "We're playing a game - I answer one of his questions, he answers one of mine. He has creatures in his world he calls angels and demons, isn't that interesting? Ah, also - " Another crash came from somewhere far off in the store, and Hange didn't break eye contact with Myrnin, but a wide grin spread across their face. "There's something else here."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 13, 2020 16:26:38 GMT -5
Music and math was really very much the same thing. L wasn’t honestly particularly good at either one, but he at least understood the concept behind it. He probably knew more about the technical aspect than Orpheus did, considering how their world differed. He knew more about the technical aspect than he did about the more human parts. He knew the ideas behind creating a song better than he knew the emotion. He knew people even better. His job was unraveling human minds. His job was technical but also so very human. It didn’t require mathematical equations to figure out why people thought the way they did. It required an understanding of the human mind, in a very deep way. It was ironic that L didn’t want to be known. He was, after all, the person who did a great deal of the knowing. He hoped the wrong note hadn’t broken anything. He didn’t want to shatter the peace between them. It was such a rare and beautiful thing, after all, and he didn’t intend to lose it, not because of a wrong note. He didn’t expect Orpheus to dislike him for a mistake, but some people might. He would have appreciated any assistance, of course, but he did understand why Orpheus didn’t offer it. He met the smile with his own smaller, almost shy one. He nodded. Riddles were extremely different from mysteries, at least, from his perspective. He didn’t know whether Orpheus felt the same, or if he did, which did he think was harder? L thought riddles were more difficult, typically. They made less sense to him, all things considered. “Yes, I would.” He agreed, and tilted his head, considering Orpheus. That was a fair question. It was also an interesting one. Most people probably wouldn’t have asked if, but L found he was pleased that Orpheus wanted to know how his brain worked, even if he was wary of sharing at the same time. He didn’t answer one way or another just yet. That would take some time, and would best be done outside a room. He focused on the music again. It was difficult to sing and play at the same time, he found, though not impossible when he concentrated. Which he was, now. The song was unfamiliar, but not in a bad way. He found he liked it, actually. It was just a little hard to sing in front of someone who was probably hearing every single mistake you made, that was all. He hoped this was good enough for whatever the House had in mind. He didn’t really feel like playing a deadly game of musical chairs, or whatever it was the was the punishment for failure. He glanced at Orpheus. It was likely the other man hadn’t yet considered that the room could turn bad at a moment’s notice, him being as new as he was. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to get a reminder. |
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Post by strider on Sept 14, 2020 1:48:41 GMT -5
To know people. For Λ, it seemed, that was the end goal – to know in order to either convict or find justice for. For Orpheus, just a step along the way. Orpheus wanted to touch people, to make them feel things with his music. He needed to know how people worked in order to do that, but ultimately, he wasn’t as interested in figuring out specific people. He wanted to figure out humanity as a whole. To figure out what would make most people feel, to share what he felt and let the whole world feel his heartache and catharsis, his joy, his love… that was the goal of music. The world was unbalanced, and if Orpheus could help make it less so? He would. Knowing people was the hard part, but through music, it was easier. Then again… maybe it was just a tool for both Οrpheus and Λ. They certainly had different minds, different goals, different ways to spend their lives, but Orpheus couldn’t help but feel as though, in a way, they were somewhat similar. There was something about Λ’s smile that caught Orpheus off guard. Just enough that he ignored the riddles for a few moments in favor of watching Λ’s expression. Smiles from the detective seemed rare, yet Orpheus had seen more than one of them. If he could figure out what a smile from Λ meant… well, then he’d be onto something. Unlike Λ, he couldn’t understand individual people. Not unless he’d known them for a while. Orpheus noticed the way he hadn’t exactly received a response to his question. He wasn’t going to push while Λ was concentrating, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to ask again. He would be fine if Λ said no, but not answering wasn’t a no. Not answering seemed like a maybe, or just an indication that Λ hadn’t made a decision yet. Once again, Orpheus wondered if it had been an improper thing to ask. The riddles were easier than trying to figure out Λ. Words made more sense than people, even if Orpheus didn’t always know how to apply words to people. Sometimes he had what he wanted to say, but the words would get jumbled as they left his mouth and what he ended up saying was either nonsense or rude. It wasn’t like that with riddles. There was a right or a wrong (and while Orpheus preferred more nuance than that, it sure made matters easier). Contrary to what Λ believed, Orpheus wasn’t listening to the mistakes. There were a few of them (though all of them were incredibly minor, and some of which couldn’t even really be called mistakes), but Orpheus paid them little heed. What he heard was the way Λ sang, the way he let the lyrics happen, and the steady sound of the guitar with it. Orpheus let his eyes close for another moment to take it in before glancing at the new riddle the House had provided. “I float and I dance but wear no uniform I’m known as a blanket but won’t keep you warm I burn to the touch but am vanquished by flame Tell me, then, what is my name?” He read it softly, barely loud enough that Λ could likely hear over the music. “Snow?” Orpheus murmured uncertainly after several long moments. He had never seen it, but the description was what he imagined it to be. He’d heard poems and tales… hopefully it was enough to get them out of the room. Before he let himself overthink it, Orpheus carefully wrote the answer on the board. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 14, 2020 1:57:15 GMT -5
"Oooooh," said Myrnin to Lucifer with a grin. "You're a sharp on. Sharp. Get it? Because you have a sword?" His attention at once was pulled back to Hange, as if his head was attached to some sort of string that was making him look in their direction. "Really! That's great!" He beamed at them. "I'm sure you'll be able to improve it as you go. Also ... if you can see small things, maybe try watching those next time you think anything spontaneously created itself from thin air. Just ... you know ... as a tip from a friend." His head swiveled to look at Lucifer again, but of course the crash had already happened and it was a bit distracting. "Ooooh! Sounds big. Think one of the sofas grew legs?" He glanced around again, then stated in firm certainty. "This place is a Wall-Market. I'm not sure what walls they are marketing, but I am sure I have seen this on TV." He nodded his head very firmly, proud to be the smartest person in the room - at least in this respect. "And you are a newbie," he said, pointing at Lucifer, as if happy to identify something else. |
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Post by Cloverleaf on Sept 14, 2020 17:20:56 GMT -5
Enjolras blinked into the office, taking in the surroundings quickly. Luckily his time in the House had gained him the skill of adapting to circumstances changing quite quickly, though this room seemed a bit more eventful than some he'd been in recently. Several drawn weapons, and Myrnin explaining something about choosing a paper and gaining a power, which Enjolras instantly focused on as the probable explanation for the room.
And then- Myrnin kicked out the window.
Yep, this was the House alright.
Something about chasing down Vincent? That, Enjolras could definitely believe. "Wait, wait wait- you're going through the window? Shouldn't you just take the stairs?" They were dizzingly high in the air, and Enjolras was not keen to go near the hollowed out window any time soon.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 15, 2020 0:46:48 GMT -5
(Myrnin'll drag you out with him if you aren't careful, Enji.)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 17, 2020 15:15:58 GMT -5
Lucifer | IKEA Room | <Raintalon> mintedstar/furLucifer watched the two of them, blue eyes narrowed. He couldn’t have said exactly what he was uneasy about. Oh wait. He was in a furniture store with two vampires and he didn’t know how he had gotten there. Maybe that was why he was a little uneasy. “Newbie?” He repeated, then turned towards the crash, tensing, “right. Okay, so that might be my brother coming to kill me. Can you two fight with your magical vampire abilities, or...?” He shook his head. “Don’t mind me. Carry on.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 18, 2020 23:40:24 GMT -5
(Anyone waiting on a reply?)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 19, 2020 11:58:20 GMT -5
Waiting for replies in the power room for sol! I will reply to the ikea room once my hange muse wakes up)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 19, 2020 13:43:35 GMT -5
(sorry for the wait hhh) Vincent | power room | mintedstar/fur and others Vincent kept a brisk pace as he wandered across the street, carefully examining his surroundings for anything of interest. He’d been in open rooms before, but it felt like it had been awhile since he’d last seen the House be so broad with its scale. He supposed it had potential to make things interesting. A short amount of time had passed before the glass in the building behind him shattered, shards falling around the sidewalk at the base of the building. He turned in his heel and squinted up at the small hole that had been broken from face of the structure, where he could see a small figure peering out. He lifted a hand in a lazy wave, continuing to move away while taking careful steps backwards; watching the figure in the window with a curious smirk. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 19, 2020 23:42:12 GMT -5
</div>(Shake them gently then give them coffee.) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 19, 2020 23:43:00 GMT -5
(So. In an effort to actually remember I can chat, I'm typing here.
I'm thinking of bringing Arthur Dee back.
Strongly. @.@ )
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Post by --cato phoenix on Sept 20, 2020 7:14:54 GMT -5
Mordecai looked cautiously between the knife wielding blinkers but didn’t attempt to get closer. They seemed to be calming down now anyway, now that the guy had decided that the blind girl wasn’t a ghoul… whatever that meant. He couldn’t help but wonder what his reaction to shades would be. That probably wasn’t something he wanted an answer to. It took a moment for the shade to realize the ghoul-hunter was talking to him and he quickly put the “sword” away again. “Not particularly,” he replied, quiet as usual. Noticing movement across the room, he spotted one of the first people from the room walking in front of the window… and disappearing. Disappearing seeming pretty normal here, but the way he’d done it had seemed intentional. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he walked toward the window. Just as he reached it and was about to look out, the non-human- a ra’Seirri of some type perhaps?- kicked the glass. Mordecai took a step back, glancing from the man to the broken window. Another voice suddenly spoke somewhere behind him and he spun to see the source of it- yet another human, this one in a red coat. There really were a lot of people in the room… too many. He edged a bit closer to the window and looked down, locating the blinker who’d disappeared on the street, then glanced back to the one who’d appeared most recently and shrugged. “It… it does seem a bit excessive. I guess it’s easier to keep track of the teleporter this way.” He wasn’t sure where the stairs were, but depending on how long it took them to find them the other blinker could wander off. Though Mordecai could probably track his energy, he would risk showing his real abilities. That wasn’t something he intended to do. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 20, 2020 9:25:05 GMT -5
(So. In an effort to actually remember I can chat, I'm typing here. I'm thinking of bringing Arthur Dee back. Strongly. @.@ ) ( Please do this) |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 20, 2020 9:37:08 GMT -5
“Mm?” Juuzou looked over as he - at least, he assumed he was one of the mentioned “knife people” - was addressed by a stranger. His eyes widened a little as he realized what had been said. “Magic...powers?” He repeated, tilting his head. “Ohhhhh. You mean, if we read the papers we get magic powers? Woahhhh that’s so cool! Where are they?!” He looked around, excitement bright in his reddish eyes, until they fell on the papers. He vaulted over a chair to get to them, landing on his toes and grabbing a handful at once. “Wow, you’re right, these are magic!” He exclaimed, leafing through them. “Telepathy? Boring, who cares about that? Here, knife girl, you can have that one.” He balled it up and threw it at the girl as hard as he could, not bothering to check to see whether it hit her or not. Then his eyes went very wide. “Oh.” He said quietly, and smiled. “That’s perfect.” He touched the paper with the tip of his finger, and waited for the effects. He turned, focusing on Sol. “Hey.” He said softly. “Careful what you pick.” Then he turned and dashed after Myrnin and Vincent, leaping through the shattered window as though it were a regular doorway. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 20, 2020 23:42:12 GMT -5
Sol | Power room | <Raintalon> |"Ow! Hey!" Sol glared in the direction the paper had come from as it hit her in the face, falling to the floor as the rude boy ran off towards the window and supposedly, jumped right out of it. "Are you crazy???" she called, alarmed now, and felt her way to where the break in the window was, peering out and feeling the wind on her face. As she had suspected, they were high up. "Hey, are you okay?" she called, and when she didn't get an answer, moved so her back was solidly against the wall. Either he was dead now, or he'd landed on some surface between here and the ground. She had no way to confirm either way, so... "Magic powers..." she muttered, kneeling down and picking up the paper he'd thrown at her before he'd left. "Stupid." She uncrumpled the paper and ran her fingers over it just to feel its texture, but stopped, shocked, when her fingers brushed up against a series of raised bumps. Why was it in braille??? Well, she wasn't going to complain about that. She scanned down the page, confirming that it was, in fact, a list of superpowers. Telepathy like knife boy had said, super speed, fire powers, tele......she stopped, squinting as she ran her fingers over that word again....tele-kinesis, super strength, flight, illusions, shapeshifting...the list went on for a long time. She narrowed her eyes. Why would someone even bother making something like this? Was it supposed to be a game? Fine, she'd play along. It was either that or try and climb out of here, and she didn't feel at all confident that she could make it all the way down without falling. She'd rather try some stairs, but she wasn't sure if there were any in here, and she didn't want to go walking through the crowd of people when she didn't know who all was here or what weapons they were carrying. If she could have any superpower....... After a moment of consideration, she brushed her fingers gently over the word she'd seen before - Telekineses - and pressed down. She knew from a book she'd liked that it meant picking things up with your mind, and that sounded pretty cool. Of course, it was all fake, but the idea of it was fun to think about. Indulging herself for a moment, she raised one hand in the air, imagining she was lifting the table that had been in front of her earlier. Then, bored with the fantasy, she "dropped" it, imagining that she was allowing it to fall to the floor again. CRASH. She shrieked in alarm and jumped back as the table fell to the floor, smashing on impact and sending a broken table leg skittering across the floor into the crowd of people.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 21, 2020 21:32:09 GMT -5
(So. In an effort to actually remember I can chat, I'm typing here. I'm thinking of bringing Arthur Dee back. Strongly. @.@ ) ( Please do this) (Ah, but that means I have to sacrifice someone on my roster ...) |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 22, 2020 9:09:08 GMT -5
(Ah, but that means I have to sacrifice someone on my roster ...) (Same but I have no impulse control so I’m doing it anyway fjdjdjjd) |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 23, 2020 15:24:30 GMT -5
Lucifer blinked out. In his place, a slim man in black clothes and a long coat blinked in. He was holding a pocket knife out in front of him and wearing a small, mischievous smile, his auburn eyes narrowed in concentration. “-bad idea.” He was saying, then broke off. His eyes widened, and then slowly, so did his smile. He didn’t speak at first. Instead he looked at the two other people, waiting to be noticed. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 23, 2020 16:44:25 GMT -5
Hange | IKEA room | ®Hawkpath® mintedstar/fur |"Wall-Markets sell walls..." said Hange thoughtfully, dutifully committing this idea to memory. "Well, maybe other things too, since there are a lot of pieces of things around here - oh, do you think?" they said, suddenly excited by the idea that some of the furniture might have developed sentience. "Lucifer, what do you - " They stopped midsentence, cutting themself off as they found themself staring into the eyes of not the angel, but a shorter, different-looking man. "Oh," they said, disappointment evident in their tone. "You're human. Hello." Another crash in the distance, and their head shot up, their annoyance at the boring new blinker vanishing in the face of this potentially more interesting mystery. "Shall we go see what it is?" they asked Myrnin, staring intently in the direction the noise had come from. "Might be something interesting..."
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Post by broken on Sept 24, 2020 12:03:11 GMT -5
(Hey guys! Sorry I've been busy with classes)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 25, 2020 4:39:24 GMT -5
"Yes!" said Myrnin brightly. "Yes indeed. I think that is a very good idea." He smoothed out the front of his shirt, as if this was somehow going to make himself more presentable for the eventual source of the crash. He had noticed Lucifer disappearing and he turned his head to look at the new blinker. His eyebrows hiked up. "And who might you be?" he asked, amusement coloring his voice. "Well ... either way ... we're going this way. Come with unless you want to be sentient couch bait." He started skipping rather excitedly in the direction of the crashing sounds. |
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For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Sept 25, 2020 15:55:26 GMT -5
(So. In an effort to actually remember I can chat, I'm typing here. I'm thinking of bringing Arthur Dee back. Strongly. @.@ ) ( Please do this) | I second this! | |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 25, 2020 20:50:58 GMT -5
Touka | Living room | strider |She hadn't expected to ever see this place again. If she was being honest, she'd never wanted to. Her last blink had felt like an ending...not a good ending, but one that gave closure to the whole situation. It had all felt neat and organized and wrapped up - something she could leave behind in peace to face the end. Why did you bring me back? Why make me relive this moment?She hoped she wouldn't see anyone she knew. Myrnin, Rex...she'd said her goodbyes. Even to the others, although they hadn't recognized it for the final thing that it was. She'd seen them, she'd said goodbye, and she'd made her peace with never seeing them again. A peace that could be irreparably shattered if she saw one of their faces, even for a moment. If she wished again to hear their voices, even for a moment. She couldn't do that now. She knew better.
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Post by strider on Sept 25, 2020 21:02:40 GMT -5
Orpheus didn’t notice the blink. His head was bowed and his eyes closed as he slowly plucked a few notes out on his guitar. It was the way the sound reverberated around the room that caught his attention. The fact that there was a room for it to reverberate around. He’d been sitting out in the open before he blinked. He looked around briefly, trying to gauge if he was alone or if he had blinked in with someone he knew. The answer to both questions was a firm no. He didn’t recognize the girl – young woman? He couldn’t quite tell her age she seemed so thin. “Hello,” he managed, sending her a smile. It was soft and timid, like he was trying to decide whether even speaking to her was a good idea. He kept his fingers poised on his guitar, not sure whether playing would make things better or worse. She didn’t seem like she was in good shape, but he’d never seen her before. Perhaps this was what she always looked like – he hoped she didn’t always look so sad. Or maybe not sad? Concerned? The word didn’t matter, just that she seemed to be feeling it. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 25, 2020 21:11:28 GMT -5
Touka | Living room | strider |Touka looked over to see who had spoken, regarding the boy now sitting next to her with a quiet indifference. He didn't look new. He wasn't panicking, anyway. He probably should've been. She was very hungry. "Hi," she said flatly, bracing herself against the arm of the couch as she settled herself down on the floor, wincing a little as her stiff muscles adjusted. She heaved a small sigh and leaned back, tilting her head up to look at the ceiling. Had she ever consciously noticed what it was made of before? She didn't think so. Weird what you notice when you're trying not to notice other things.
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