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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 30, 2020 22:02:17 GMT -5
Little L | Trick or Treat Kids Room | striderL looked up as someone approached him, his black hair falling over his uncovered eye as he looked at the other boy. He hesitated...he wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, but then, in his experience kids were excluded from that for some reason. He reached up, feeling the eyepatch again, and tugged at it, trying to get it to come free. When that failed, he dropped his hand and considered Orpheus for a long moment. “I’m Lilly.” He said finally, his tone quiet and very cautious. “Hello. Where...where are we?” He shifted, staring at the other kid, his visible eye very wide and full of curiosity. “This isn’t where I’m supposed to be, so I must be lost. Do you know where...um…do you know where…” what was his address again? He was supposed to know that. His parents had told him he needed to memorize it, just in case, and clearly this was the situation they had had in mind. “Are you lost, too?” He asked finally, giving up on the address. Maybe it would come to him later. He shifted, glancing down and shuffling his feet a little, then looked up again and focused on Orpheus’ expression. He glanced around, taking in the rest of the children, and frowned. “There aren’t any grownups here.” He noted aloud. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Oct 30, 2020 22:05:08 GMT -5
“I wanna learn that!” The loud protest had come from Noah, his light blonde hair unintentionally spiked up from running his hand through it, and at least five band-aids covering his arms and, yes, nose. He was about 8 years old and had a wide eyed look on his face, mixed with what could only be called foolish determination. Not that anybody could see anything more than his bright blue eyes – he had a white sheet thrown over him, making him look like a stereotypically costumed ghost. He looked around, eyes now even wider with awe. “Hi!” he said cheerfully, realizing there was a girl near him. He quickly took a few steps closer, waving vigorously as he did so. “I’m Noah, what’s your name?” She looked angry. Well… when Noah was angry, his little sisters always made him laugh and it made it feel better, so maybe that would work here! |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 30, 2020 22:07:59 GMT -5
"Get back," hissed Sol immediately as a voice came from very near her. Thinking fast in the absence of an actual weapon, one hand flew to her pocket where she grabbed at an imaginary knife, hoping the motion would make him think she was armed. "I'll shank you."
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Oct 30, 2020 22:17:02 GMT -5
Orpheus frowned as L tried to remove the eyepatch, seemingly unable to. Experimentally, he tugged at the hat on his head, trying to remove. It wasn’t coming off; it was like it had been attached to his hair. He didn’t like that at all. He also didn’t like the coat that was weighing him down, but it was okay. “Nice to meet you!” Orpheus replied, glancing back at what seemed to be a group forming. That made him anxious for reasons he couldn’t quite articulate. He had never had a conversation with anyone his age, let alone this many people his age. Then again… to him the eight year olds practically looked like adults. They were so big and also a little bit scary… but L wasn’t scary. “I don’t know where we are,” he admitted sadly, shifting awkwardly on the balls of his feet. “So maybe we’re lost? Or maybe we’re here for a reason?” He lifted up the bucket that had appeared with his costume. “This must have some purpose, right?” he hoped that was comforting. He wasn’t so sure it was, even to himself. “Maybe… maybe it’s a puzzle or something!” That realization spooked him a little bit. No grownups… that was weird. He’d never been without grownups. “Don’t worry,” he said quickly, trying to smile again. “If we’re lost… Mr. Hermes is the god of travelers, so he’ll find us and he’ll be able to help you find home!” |
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Oct 30, 2020 22:18:58 GMT -5
| Victoria | Trick or Treat! | Chase time | As Scorpia bounced on her heels Victoria dropped into a play bow, matching her bouncy energy. She darted away, circling back quickly to dash past her legs again, only this time she stayed upright, if only barely. She ran over towards another pair of people, one covered in a sheet, one in a bright orange costume, circling around and heading back towards Scorpia again. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 30, 2020 22:25:59 GMT -5
"I'm not upset," hissed Sol, taking a step towards the boy in hopes of scaring him off. "Back up. I'm seriously not gonna say it again - "
But then, she was distracted by two sounds at once, piled on top of each other as they charged towards her - paws, and footsteps. And laughter.
Without hesitation, she pulled her hand from her pocket and lunged forward, ducking down low and aiming a vicious swing at her human attacker's face while her other hand went low, trying to shove the (dog?) out of her way while she got around to Scorpia's other side.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Oct 30, 2020 22:30:27 GMT -5
Noah skidded back a few steps as Sol attacked, trying to get out of the way of the punch. He felt bad for the girl with the pincers – what an awesome Halloween costume by the way, his own wasn’t nearly as impressive – but based on their sizes he had a feeling he knew who would win if it became a fight. Not that he wanted it to become a fight. Quietly he approached, heart racing. “You shouldn’t be fighting on Halloween! That’s makes it not fun for anyone!” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 30, 2020 22:42:56 GMT -5
Little L | Trick or Treat Kids Room | striderL watched at Orpheus tried to remove his hat. So he couldn’t get it off, either. That was...he genuinely didn’t know what that was. He felt worried, but he didn’t know whether there was any cause to be, yet. The main thing he knew was that he didn’t want to be alone, wherever this was. He didn’t want to figure it out by himself. He followed Orpheus’ gaze, frowning a little at what he saw. There were groups forming, it seemed. He didn’t want to approach the other children, and he probably wouldn’t have even talked to Orpheus on his own, but...Orpheus actually seemed okay. Nice, even. Maybe this was okay. He turned back to Orpheus. “It’s nice to meet you too.” He said seriously. That was the correct thing to say, right? He thought so. Hopefully he was right. “Oh.” He added, looking down for a moment. He frowned, considering that. “What reason?” He asked finally, and when he looked up, his wide, innocent eye was trained on Orpheus’ face. “Or maybe we’re lose, but there’s a reason?” That seemed possible, too. Maybe he was overthinking this… He blinked. Then a wide, genuine smile spread over his face. “I like puzzles.” He announced. “If this is a puzzle, then I guess that means it’s okay.” He looked at Orpheus again, and his time his visible eye went very, very wide. “Really?” He squeaked. “That’s good. If he can help me find home, than he can help you, too.” That was important. He shifted, uncomfortable in the costume, then looked Orpheus in the eye. “I hate wearing shoes.” He stated, and pointed to the shoes he currently had on. “Especially socks. I hate socks.” |
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Oct 30, 2020 22:55:39 GMT -5
| Victoria | Trick or Treat! | Chase time? | Victoria noticed the defensive body language of Sol too late, and was already playfully scampering towards her as she lashed out. The lanky wolf back-pedaled, feeling Sol push her away. Her too-long limbs tangled up and she stumbled again, backing up. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Oct 30, 2020 22:59:04 GMT -5
Orpheus looked back at the other kids, frowning a little bit as he saw something happening with the nice girl – Scorpia – and the angry one. But they were both older than he was, and they could probably handle themselves better than anything he could do if he tried to get in the middle. Instead, he turned his gaze back entirely on L, managing another smile. “I don’t know what the reason is,” he admitted quietly. It was a scary thought, but he did his best to push it away. They would be found and they would go home eventually. But maybe this was a challenge from Hermes or Apollo or someone! Maybe they’d be rewarded if they figured it out. “We should try to solve the puzzle,” he decided confidently, his smile suddenly a lot more genuine. He wasn’t scared and trying to fake it anymore, he was genuinely excited at the prospect. “Mr. Hermes is home, for me,” he decided. “We travel a lot. So when he finds us I’ll be okay, don’t worry! And he can help you find your home.” Speaking of homes… he looked up at the odd shaped buildings with lots of lights. Those seemed like houses, or… close enough to them. They were bigger than any building Orpheus had ever seen other than castles, but… maybe that meant there were nice people inside who would be able to help. Orpheus frowned down at L’s shoes. “Well… if you don’t like them, then you shouldn’t have to wear them,” he decided, even though he knew whatever magic was here was probably preventing L from taking them off. “When Hermes finds us, he’ll help you take them off,” he added confidently. “In the meantime…” he glanced at the houses again. “Maybe we should ask someone who lives here if they have directions. Or… or clues to the puzzle!” |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Oct 30, 2020 23:21:35 GMT -5
Paradox Trick or Treating | Anyone Another young arrival soon blinked in near the rest of the costumed group. Appearing around seven years old, the brown haired boy was garbed in a hooded white robe, which had a red, triangular pattern bordering its rims. His height, a bit short for his age, was boosted by the slightly heeled brown boots visible beneath the hem of his new costume. "Promise? Alright, I'll be waiting!" He hummed. He had yet to notice either the change of scenery, nor clothing. He was too busy beaming up an excited smile at someone who was no longer there. "As soon as you get back, you're going to tell me about all about Fall in the Sky Realm!" When he opened his eyes again, he expected to see the Supreme Primarch departing into the vast blue sky. Instead however, his red eyes were greeted by the sight of somewhere that definitely wasn't the Garden. Wonder, mixed with a tinge of concern, crossed his features, as he slowly spun around to take this new world in. In doing so, his back was revealed, with it a small pair of brown wings. W-where was this? Had he accidentally ended up in a different part of the Lab? The thought caused a seed of worry to take root in the new blinker's Core. He wasn't permitted to leave the Garden at this time, and he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from the researchers if they found out. During his quick survey, the youth's gaze found its way to a group of others gathered nearby. Oh? Those weren't Astrals. They bore no trace of the Stars within them. That must mean...they were Skydwellers? Was this somewhere outside?Despite his growing curiosity about both them and the fact he was in the outside world for the first time, he also drew no closer thanks to a surge of insecurity, evident in the way his wings were pressing against his back in a vain attempt to hide themselves. How would these mortals react to something like a Primarch? What if they all, quite reasonably, deemed him a threat and ran away in fear? Or, if these ones were braver, tried to attack? At the moment, they all seemed distracted by the one who was... trying to fight with the rest? He was torn, one side wanting to go and try to provide aid with the situation, while the rest was to hesitant to join in fear of his presence making everything worse. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 31, 2020 4:51:36 GMT -5
( XD I'll have to reblink Kid, I think I think. Tomorrow, tomorrow!)
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Oct 31, 2020 12:22:17 GMT -5
“Nobody’s stopping you from being sentimental,” Nico murmured softly, propping himself up on his elbows. Unspoken in that comment was this: I just don’t understand why you would be sentimental about me. He shifted, letting his hand drift up to the mistcloak. It was soft, but he wasn’t sure how much of a purpose it was still serving. He doubted he was still bleeding, but… who knew? Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to move it. Then again… if someone used his jacket to staunch blood.. he would have understood, but he wasn’t like to be happy about it. Hopefully his blood wouldn’t stain the mistcloak too badly. He was pleased to note that it hadn’t seemed to ruin his jacket – yet. He was overly attached to it, he knew, but it made him feel safe and comfortable, and he didn’t have enough of that. When pressed, he would say it was just a jacket, but that wasn’t the entire truth. Perhaps the mistcloak was the same for Kelsier. He wasn’t tired anymore. Well… he was tired, but that was the bone-deep kind of tired that one good night’s sleep wasn’t going to fix. He wondered if the lack of nightmares had been because of the House or because of Kelsier’s soothing. He wanted to ask, but he didn’t really want to get into the topic of nightmares. He didn’t want to talk about anything that unpleasant. There was a lot unspoken between him and Kelsier, topics that they would to broach eventually, but now wasn’t the time. Now they were just two people who had saved each other’s lives and who weren’t, no matter how you spun it, enemies. Nico found that thought to be comforting. “Deal,” Nico murmured softly, shifting to get an even better look at Kelsier. “You’re welcome,” he murmured softly. And then he blinked out. -- “You asked me about trust, and taking a risk-” The hard, darkly humored words came from Nico, a chalice held out in his hand, proffered to someone who wasn’t there any longer. Right. The hard look in Nico’s eyes faded after a moment and he stalked to the corner of the room before sitting himself down in the corner to watch for anyone else who might arrive. Do you trust me? he’d been about to ask Jason. Do you trust me enough to drink poison and know you won’t die? It wasn’t a fair question, but it was what they had to do to survive. To save the world. Nico wasn’t a hero. He was a broken boy who saved others before himself, who talked to people nobody else noticed, who tried to help the heroes do what they needed to do. He wasn’t a hero, no matter how hard he tried to make up for the things he had done when he didn’t know better. Even in the House… he had seen the way Kelsier looked at him. He was a good fighter, he knew what he was doing and he didn’t back down. He was a weapon forged by time and experience. He reached into his jacket pocket and his hand tightened around the tiny magnet there. Its glass wings sprung up from a little circular metal stand, the magnet inside no larger than a coin. He turned it over and over in his fingers, unsure now that it had even been a good idea. He didn’t trust people. He didn’t believe most people had good intentions. He believed that, when given the chance, most people would leave him behind to die. And it wasn’t because they were bad people, it was because Nico himself hadn’t yet proven that he wasn’t one. And yet… even with his secrets laid bare, Kelsier had saved him. Gingerly, Nico raised his hand to his shirt, feeling the gaps in the fabric where the mace had torn through. He should be dead. Who cared if he would have come back to life, if his wounds had healed almost miraculously when he’d blinked back home… he should’ve been dead, and he wasn’t. A stupid little glass butterfly wasn’t nearly repayment enough. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 31, 2020 14:11:49 GMT -5
“I’m going to kill him.” The sentence was measured, careful, and very, very serious. The Mistborn stood still, missing his mistcloak in favor of nobleman’s clothes, his hazel eyes staring ahead of him with a determined expression. Which faded slightly a moment later. The House. He sighed, shaking his head slightly and taking a small step backwards. He’d been blinking in a lot, lately. Was that normal? He hoped it didn’t mean he was about to die or something. No, he decided a moment later, he wasn’t about to die just because the House seemed to have decided he was interesting. Let it play with him. Dogs could bite, and he was no such creature. He was much, much more dangerous. He turned, searching the room, and his eyes landed on the boy. A smile replaced the serious expression on his face and he raised a hand in greeting. “Nico.” He said, dipping his head slightly. “Time being what it is, I suppose there’s no way for me to know how long it’s been for you, but I trust you’ve healed well?” He didn’t like how the House could toy with their times. He never knew what to expect. But so far, at least, the House had been fairly nice about letting them experience things linearly, and so far he hadn’t met a Nico who still thought they were enemies, so he supposed that was a good sign. Maybe he shouldn’t think about that, actually. He didn’t want to give the House any ideas. He looked at Nico instead. He looked mostly the same as he had before, really, aside from the fact that he was no longer in danger of bleeding out. That was good. “Did your wounds heal when you blinked back?” He added, frowning slightly. He still wasn’t sure how that worked, exactly, but he hoped that was what had happened. If not, he would have had to come up with some excuse, and a good set of eyes could would have been able to tell someone must have helped stop the bleeding, and that would be a whole mess to clean up. With any luck, the House had decided not to go that route. |
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 31, 2020 14:23:02 GMT -5
Scorpia | Trick or Treat | Sol, Noah, Victoria
Sol's fist planted itself firmly in the middle of Scorpia's face, bringing the young girl to a full stop. She seemed more stunned than genuinely hurt and simply backed up a step, frowning as she scrunched her face and tapped her nose with a pincer. It didn't really hurt that much. She was much more taken aback by the attack than she was hurt by it. Her heart jumped in her chest as Sol wove around to her side, still in an offensive stance.
"I'm sorry!" she said, backing up more quickly, holding her pincers up in front of her. "I didn't mean to scare you, I promise!" She needed to be more mindful here, she realized. It had been awhile since she'd interacted with so many strangers (especially kids) that she'd forgotten that people were usually intimidated by her at first glance. "I'm Scorpia!" she added, peeking out from behind her pincers at Sol. "We can be friends!"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 31, 2020 14:35:43 GMT -5
Little L | Trick or Treat Kids Room | striderL followed Orpheus’ gaze to the other children, and he frowned a little at the loud one. Was something wrong? This was a little scary, yes, but it wasn’t so bad. Orpheus seemed nice, after all. He decided to stay out of it, because getting in the middle seemed like a good way to make everyone ever more loud, and he didn’t want to do that. Maybe they would stop on their own. “Oh.” He said, his face falling a little. “But if you don’t know, and I don’t know, then who does?” It was scary, being here without any grownups. He couldn’t imagine his parents would have left him there alone, that didn’t make any sense, and if they had then why didn’t he remember? He frowned, closing his eyes to try and think what could have happened. He opened his eyes again when Orpheus spoke, and his own were very wide. “I like puzzles.” He told the other boy, his tone slightly uncertain. He nodded, relaxing a little as Orpheus continued. If this Mr. Hermes was really good at finding people, then it would be okay, right? Maybe he would come and rescue them soon. Not that this was so bad, yet, besides the weird clothes it was okay here, and Orpheus made him feel a little safer, so as long as someone theoretically could come and save them, then he wasn’t quite so scared. “Are you sure Mr. Hermes can take us home?” He asked, his visible eye serious. He needed to be sure that they were safe before he could do anything else. He nodded, relieved that Orpheus was on his side about the shoes. “I can’t get them off.” He explained, hanging his head. Could Mr. Hermes do that? This adult must be very impressive, L decided, since he could do so many things. He looked at Orpheus again, tilting his head a little, the light breeze playing with his hair. “Okay.” He agreed, looking at the houses for the first time. They were pretty normal houses, aside from all the pumpkins and other stuff. L considered them for a moment, and then turned back to Orpheus. “They must really like pumpkins.” He said seriously. Then he started towards a house, glancing over his shoulder to see whether Orpheus would follow. He hoped he did. It was scary alone. |
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Oct 31, 2020 15:30:51 GMT -5
[ Steve || Halloween Room || Sησω ] Steve raised his brow, keeping his eyes on the cloaked stranger. "Yeah, what the bloody hell, totally." He sighed exasperatedly. The thief's surprised curse made him smirk, no matter how done he was with just about everything. He squinted his eyes in the darkness of the room making it all the more harder to know he was talking to. Inching forward he raised an open hand as if to placate Lila. The teen was already expecting accusatory claims this was his doing. "Let me guess, first time in the house?" There was no time to waste like the present. Better to rip the bandaid off clean or so the saying goes. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 31, 2020 15:39:49 GMT -5
Small Kaito | Trick or Treat Kids Room | Anyone
Kaito blinked in again, but this time when he appeared it was in a street with a lot more people.
If this was a dream, he really hoped they'd get to trick or treating soon.
"Are we going to get candy or not?" he asked.
If he was going to get a Halloween dream, then he really wanted to do so soon.
"We just have to go up to a door."
He headed toward one of the doors with the lights on.
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Oct 31, 2020 16:03:50 GMT -5
Baby Cham | Trick or Treat | Open Every so often the dreams were strange. That was the first thought that came to mind to the young wildclaw who blinked into the lively room. Bright, soft petals were scattered across her red hide from head to toe gracing her with a sweet aroma. "Mikael?" She chirped, turning her narrow head left and right hoping to see her mentor's face. "Mikael...Mikael?" She couldn't have been old to fly, unlike the meanie mirrors, Chamomile's wings clung tightly to her trembling sides. The hatchling's calls went unanswered when she stepped forward in the odd world she found herself in. In doing so she heard a slight clang, sensing something smooth rub against her long legs. Confused, she looked down spotting a silly little basket not made of a leaves or branches but from plastic with a patchy black grin staring right back at her. Besides the candy basket there were voices overlapping, creatures walking on two legs and very few signs of this ending any time soon. "Please, come soon? Mikael?" She felt her throat itch, the brim of her eyes on the verge of tears. Chamomile's panicked words were whispered hoarsely. Many times the episodes were calm, sometimes they'd last mere minutes before her caretaker pulled her out. Hesitantly grabbing the bucket the dragon curled up covering herself with her dark red wings, her whip like tail tucked around her blocking out the intimidating presence of her fellow trick or treaters. |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Oct 31, 2020 17:26:44 GMT -5
Paradox Trick or Treating | Lark The Young Primarch's focus was torn away from the activity before him when a name that, while not familiar to him personally, reached his ears. It sounded exactly like the name an Archangel would have, causing whoever was crying it to instantly catch his full attention. Turning to peer over towards the voice's source, eyes alight with curiosity, his head tilted to the side when he saw not another mortal...but a dragon! She was smaller then the ones he'd imagined when he heard tales about them, seeming quite timid, instead of fierce and powerful. His expectations not quite matching reality didn't bother the Primarch, the fact he was actually seeing one in person was plenty enough. Remaining where he was for a few more moments, he eventually put his concerns about the rest of the group on a temporary hold, taking a few steps closer to the beast. She seemed to be in more need of aid then the others, spurring him to finally move despite lingering reservations. "Er, e-excuse me? Miss Dragon?" He asked, speaking up for the first time since blinking in. His voice wasn't exactly steady, try as he might to sound reassuring. His nervousness was causing him to stumble occasionally on his words. "D-did you get sperated from one of the other Archangels?" He was basing this off the sound of the name alone, having never heard any names not belonging to either Astrals or other Archangels. "I'm, er...not really sure what I can do on my own, but maybe I could be of assistance to you somehow?" Wings fluttering anxiously, one of his hands slowly reached towards the wall of feathers sperating the two. His outstretched fingertips ever so slightly grazed the dragon's own wing, surprising him when they didn't feel much different than his own. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 31, 2020 20:14:45 GMT -5
Sol | Trick or treat room | Iceclaw and anyone else |Sol brought her hands up to her face, still drawn tightly into fists, and glared at the other girl, but didn't immediately attack again. "I'm not dumb," she said angrily, pointing vaguely where she thought Victoria had gone. "You sicced your dog on me. Why are you being so weird? If you wanna fight, just fight." She was mostly(or entirely) projecting anger, with her body language drawn in and defensive, but she was really nervous now - she knew this was a dangerous situation to be in and she knew she was outnumbered. Didn't mean she wouldn't try to survive, though.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 31, 2020 20:24:59 GMT -5
Asami | Living room | strider Lark Sησω |Asami watched the three of them speak, falling silent as she sensed that she was losing the thread of the conversation. She did know what a joke was, at least in theory, and she knew what an idiom was, also in theory. She could have tried to explain them, but she found it rather difficult to express the concept, which made her suspect it wasn't as simple as her research had made it out to be. "A joke would have humorous intent," she said, craning her neck to look at the bespectacled boy properly for the first time. "Who are you?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 31, 2020 20:25:50 GMT -5
A young boy with wavy blond hair and hazel eyes appeared, scowling at someone no longer in front of him. “I care, Marsh!” He yelled, then froze. His normal clothes were gone, and in their place was loose, black clothes, a black mask, and twin plastic swords on his back. His surroundings (and brother) were also gone, and in their place was...a bunch of nobleman houses? He turned slowly in a full circle, his previous anger replaced by confusion and a bit of fear too, if he were being honest with himself. His gaze landed on some other kids around his age, and he started towards them, cape fluttering out behind him in the dark. The closest kid was headed for one of the strangely lit houses, which seemed like a good way to get yourself killed, so he broke into a run and caught the kid’s arm. “Hey.” He started, his tone not exactly sharp, but not exactly soft, either, “what are you doing? They could see you!” |
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 31, 2020 20:26:55 GMT -5
Scorpia | Trick or Treat | Sol, Victoria, Noah
Scorpia cocked her head slightly to the side, following Sol's gesture toward the heap of fur and paws that was now Victoria. "That's not my dog, I just met her," she explained, slowly lowering her pincers. "We were just playing. You could join us if you want!" She knew puppies tended to have a lot of energy, so the more people who were playing, the better it would probably be. Plus she agreed with the boy- she didn't really want to fight anyone right now. Not when she had been having such a good time.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 31, 2020 20:32:03 GMT -5
Sol | Trick or treat room | Iceclaw and whoever else |Sol lowered her fists slightly, confusion replacing some of the hostility in her gaze as she listened to the other girl, who seemed honestly sorry for having made her think she was attacking. "It's dumb to play with dogs," she told her, her tone still wary despite the fact that she wasn't in full attack mode anymore. "They bite. And can make you sick. Aren't you scared it'll bite your hands off or something?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 31, 2020 21:02:24 GMT -5
Small Kaito | Trick or Treat Kids Room | ®Hawkpath® One of the boy's seemed very panicked. Kaito pulled to a halt, then looked back at the other kid, who seemed to be around his age. "It's okay!" he reassured. "There aren't actual monsters. They're just people behind masks. And they'll give you candy." Maybe it would help if he did a magic trick to reassure Kel. If this was a dream, then it should be fine and he should have what he needed. He held up his free hand and suddenly there was a bunch of flowers in his hand, offered to Kel. "See! Everything will be okay!" he reassured. "Just walk to the door and say 'trick-or-treat.'" He nodded back toward the door. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 31, 2020 21:15:09 GMT -5
Kelsier paused, frowning. “What’s candy?” He asked, curious in spite of himself. Then he shook his head a little. “And I know that. I’m not afraid of monsters. It’s just…” He hesitated, perplexed by the fact that the other kid didn’t already know this. “Those are nobleman houses.” He said finally, his tone significantly more hesitant than it had been before. “And noblemen are bad. They’ll kill you if they catch you. So we need to get out of here.” But it wasn’t quite adding up, and he was no longer positive those were nobleman houses, after all. The costumes, the fact that he was suddenly here when he’d just been yelling at Marsh...none of it added up. Then suddenly the other kid was holding out a bunch of flowers, and Kel stared, startled. “Woah.” He said, accepting the flowers and staring at them as though he fully expected them to burst into flames or something. “How did you do that? Can you teach me to do that?” He grinned, unable to stay nervous when the other kid was being so reassuring. “I’m Kelsier.” He said, offering the hand that wasn’t holding flowers. “What’s your name?” |
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