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Small Kaito | Trick or Treat Kids Room | ®Hawkpath®

"No they aren't," Kaito promised. "They're just regular houses." He glanced around at them. "And this is a dream anyway, so it'll be fine."
He grinned at the other kid.
"I'm Kuroba Kaito," he introduced. "None of the houses with lights on will hurt you. That's the houses that want visitors."
He continued to smile.
"Trust me."
He nodded toward the house.
"I can teach you the trick too! Just so long as you promise not to tell anyone. A magician isn't supposed to explain how a trick is done."
Kaito held a finger up to his lips, like he was telling Kelsier to keep a secret.

Baby Kel | Trick or Treat Kids Room | mintedstar/fur

“Wait, if this is a dream, then I would be the one dreaming, right?” Kelsier frowned, puzzled. “You wouldn’t be real then. No, I don’t think this is a dream, I never know when I’m dreaming. So it has to be real. Right?”
He hesitated, then returned the grin. The other kid seemed so sure. Maybe he was right, somehow, and this was actually safe. He wanted it to safe, because the kid was so cool and he wanted to get to know him a little better.
“Okay.” He agreed finally, his hesitation still clear in his tone. Then he perked up, his grin getting a lot more genuine as he processed the next words. “I won’t tell anyone.” He promised, putting a hand over his heart. “Even if they torture me. What’s a magician?”
He stared at the flowers for a moment, as if just realizing what they were. “Wait...are these….these are plants. But...they’re so colorful! How...how did you make them so soft and colorful?” He looked up, staring at Kaito, his hazel eyes very wide and his face pale. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Small Kaito | Trick or Treat Kids Room | ®Hawkpath®

Well, that didn't make any sense to Kaito. He blinked at Kelsier several times, trying to work out what that meant.
Nope.
Wasn't working.
"A magician is someone who can do magic tricks," said Kaito happily. "So you can sorta just ..." He waved a hand in front of Kelsier's face, palm open, and after a second he closed it. Then he stopped waving his hand, opened it again, and a handful of glitter fell out.
He was impressed when Kelsier noticed the flowers. He hadn't realized they were special.
"I didn't. They just came that way."
He reached out his hand again.
"Can you come with me? I'll keep you safe, I promise."

Baby Kel | Trick or Treat Kids Room | mintedstar/fur

Kelsier stepped back, a little surprised when Kaito waved a hand in front of his face. He watched carefully, expecting something to happen, and he wasn’t disappointed as the glitter fell. He stared, unable to comprehend where it could have come from, then looked back at Kaito, his expression awed. “Magic tricks are so cool.” He said, despite having never heard the term before. If that was what made this possible, then cool was the right word for it.
He still couldn’t really get over the flowers. They were like nothing he had ever seen before. Nothing he had ever expected to see. He’d never even heard of plants that weren’t brown and crunchy when you stepped on them. He held the soft plants carefully, like he thought they might get taken away from him, and then he looked back at the other kid and hesitated.
“Okay.” He agreed, and took Kaito’s hand. “I’ll trust you. Do we go up to the door and say ‘trick or treat’, is that right?”

Kelsier | Living Room | mintedstar/fur

Kelsier shook his head a little, but he was smiling. He wasn’t about to begrudge someone else the joy of showing off. He wasn’t a complete hypocrite, after all. And he was dressed a bit on the fancy side, himself.
“Ah, yes, I can relate to that, although I’m usually the cause of the disruption.” He said lightly, dipping his head as though accepting praise for his actions already. “Large scale, fancy events are my specialty.” Being a thief came with its advantages, and though that wasn’t all he was, it was a decent portion of it. He wondered what Myrnin would think if he knew what Kel did almost daily. It hadn’t come up with many people in the House, before, so he wasn’t really sure what sort of reaction to expect. It probably varied.
He nodded, the smile staying stubbornly on his hawk-like features as the vampire continued. “I thought as much. And not really. I only know what I learned from that room.” He meant the one where he’d been killed, of course. He inclined his head slightly, watching Myrnin. Nico’s friend. That was a good start. Kel was willing to give the vampire a chance, he decided. It was only fair, since Nico had given him another chance after being murdered. And Kel hadn’t had whatever excuse Myrnin did. Whatever the side effects of being a vampire were.
“A while now.” He answered, waving a hand. “Long enough to explain the House to someone new, long enough to not trust the rooms, not long enough to know exactly what the standard amount of time for blinking is. What about you?”

Smallish Kaito | Trick or Treat Kids Room | ®Hawkpath®

Candy ended up in both containers that were held out and then the door was gently closed. Kaito grinned at Kelsier.
"There you go!" he said brightly to the other boy. "Do you feel safer now? So long as we stick together, we'll be great!"
This was clearly something he truthfully believed.
He waved Kelsier on as he stepped off the front porch, waving in the direction of the next house.
"Does this work for you?" he asked Kelsier, holding out his own container to show the Snickers bar that was inside. "It's chocolate. Do you like chocolate?"
He hoped that Kelsier did. Otherwise they'd have to try some other places to be sure that he found some candy that he liked.
"It's really nice that there is some place like this," he said. Though he wasn't sure where this place was ...

"Ooooooh?" Myrnin asked, eyebrows rising. "What do you do at these events then?"
He was very curious. Kelsier had originally seemed a lot more poised then his playful tone implied and Myrnin was very curious to see what would happen if he perhaps fed into it.
There was a lot to be said about meeting in the living room over the other areas which they could have ended up in. Myrnin found it far more amusing to interact with other people here rather than running for his life.
"There isn't much of a standard amount of time," Myrnin admitted. "It's based on the individual and the experience they have. Some blinkers are considered more regular than others. And then of course there's the original blinkers, when they turn up. I'm what others call a regular blinker, because I usually turn up or blink in a lot. In this case, I've been around for several ... odder rooms ... rooms unlike the ones down the hallway. And I've blinked in long enough that most faces are familiar to me and if they aren't then they're either a new blinker or a returning old blinker."
He waved his hand vaguely.
"Uh. But in my world time, I've only been appearing here for about three years. Others who turned up around the same time as I did have been here anywhere from a couple of months to most of their life. Time really is very irreverent here."
He stopped waving his hand around randomly. He waved it at Kelsier instead.
"But that's House stuff. It's very easy to learn about House stuff. What do you do in your world?"

Little L | Trick or Treat Kids Room | strider

That seemed like sound logic to L, as far as he could tell, anyway. If people really lived here, then they had to know, right? He hoped so. It seemed like a bad idea to go knocking on people’s doors randomly, but Orpheus seemed to be pretty sure of himself so maybe it was okay. Maybe wherever this was, that was what kids always did. Where he was from, he wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers and he was supposed to stay still when he got lost, but maybe those rules didn’t apply here. What would he have done if Orpheus hadn’t been there? He didn’t know. He suspected he would have been a lot more afraid, for one thing.
“If you’re sure…” he said uncertainly, but he believed Orpheus. He didn’t think his new friend would lie to him. If he did, then that would make L sad, and he didn’t want to be sad. No, he decided, Orpheus was okay. And if he was okay, then he had to be right, and this would work out. Then he didn’t have to be afraid. He looked back at Orpheus, reaching up and tugging at the eyepatch again, as it was annoying to only be able to see through one eye. No luck. He dropped his hand again.
“Yes!” He said, pleased that he was able to explain something. “You can make pie out of them! And I think the seeds are edible, too, but I don’t know why you would want to eat seeds. That sounds gross.”
He looked at Orpheus, trying to pin down his accent. He found he couldn’t, which puzzled him - why did he sound different when he said pumpkin, as opposed to other things? - but he forgot about that a moment later as Orpheus joined him, walking next to him. If it was really a puzzle, then it had to have a solution, right? That made sense. He considered what the solution to the problem might be, but he needed more clues before he could know that. He glanced at Orpheus, then paused, turning towards the house.
“I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” He said nervously. Now that the fast was ahead of him, he found he was more anxious than he’d anticipated. “I’m supposed to stay in one place when I get lost, too.”

Myrnin | Living Room | ®Hawkpath®

Myrnin wasn't really done with drawing just yet, but he turned the notebook back, flipped the page, and started thinking. He intended to tell her more helpful plants, but he'd start with seeing how well she memorized things first. At least if he gave her the dangerous ones it would be easier for her to work out ways to protect herself with a good offense.
"Well, a plan B for this mission to blow up the supplies," he clarified. "Small steps are easier to focus on. Where will you be while this is going on? Do you know what your position will be while Kindness, you say? While Kindness is blowing things up with old landmines."
Considering the likelihood that Rue just might step on one herself or get killed because someone else didn't was a very real possibility, Myrnin at least wanted to see if there was something they could work out.
"As for more plants ..."
He turned the paper around again. He at least knew what sorts of plants were in the area now that she'd helped him narrow it down a bit. He'd just been basing it off the room they'd both been in.
"Don't gather them," he added, her words finally catching up. "Well, some you could gather, but that would mean telling you specific ones with the risk you'd mix them up. Would you want to risk such things? I could go into the specifics of each. Rather than just telling you they do bad things if burned."

Arthur | Living Room | AwkH

"Should I be?" questioned Arthur, eyes just a touch squinty. "Or should I just be suspicious by it?"
He lowered his hand. The flames lapped away into nonexistence, revealing the smudges of soot and old writing on his exposed wrist. It was impossible to tell what had been written there before.
"I could of course ask more questions if I assumed that the answers would benefit me in some manner. But I somehow doubt that."
There wasn't an accusatory note in Arthur's voice, just a statement of fact. "Are you curious about the other worlds then?"
The fact that he'd reached out his hand to put it into a fire might have implied that he was. But Arthur wanted to check. This guy seemed pretty willing to take questions but wasn't asking any of his own.
Arthur wasn't suspicious, per se, but he didn't want to show all of his hand at once.

“Ah,” Nico replied, knowing full well that it wasn’t as casual a statement as Kelsier made it sound. Nico may not have known exactly who the Lord Ruler was or what he had done, but he had picked up little bits and pieces from what Kelsier had said in previous blinks. He was bad news, and he was powerful. Not a good combination. Best Nico could tell, fighting him was like taking on Zeus. Possibly worse. He wasn’t questioning Kelsier’s decision, and he most certainly wasn’t going to cast any moral judgment on him for it. If that was the way Kel was going to save his world… well, that was what was going to happen. It wasn’t any more insane than killing Gaia if she rose. Perhaps that was why their entire plan hinged on not letting her rise in the first place.
“A week, Nico mused, considering that as he stared into the contents of the chalice. “That’s… well, that’s a long time.” He frowned ever so slightly, considering that. He glanced up at the surprise in Kelsier’s voice, and a wry smile touched his lips. “I blinked in thirty times in about two hours about… five days ago.” He shrugged as though that was completely normal. It was, essentially, for him. “My theory is that the House isn’t sure whether or not my world is going to end in a few days here. It wants to get the most out of me it can.” He shook his head firmly, trying to remember what it was like to go weeks without blinking. Probably a lot more pleasant than this was.
He watched Kelsier for just a moment, noticing the way his gaze flickered to the chalice. At some point Nico was probably going to have to explain about the poison. Hopefully, Kelsier wouldn’t freak out too badly.
“I suppose so,” he mused, pressing lightly against his skin where there should have been a scar. There were already other scars in similar areas, but none as serious as the mace wound had been. It was frustrating he didn’t even get the scar to show he’d survived that one, too. He rolled his eyes, pulling at one of the tattered scraps of fabric. “It’s like they knew nobody thought to bring me a change of clothes.” He gave a half-amused huff before meeting Kelsier’s gaze.
“What?” His gaze snapped immediately to the chalice and he shook his head emphatically. “Gods, no! I’m not trying to kill you!” He set the chalice carefully on the floor, making sure not to spill even a drop. “No, I just… I wanted to thank you. And uh… give you this. For saving my life.” He shoved his hand out in front of him, the delicate magnet laid out in the middle of his palm. He didn’t look at Kelsier, too nervous to see what the reaction would be.

Orpheus was, on the whole, a lot less scared than L was. Perhaps it was a side effect of being raised by a god who generally knew where everyone in the world was at any given moment, and who could travel there in a heartbeat if he so chose. That made getting lost a non-issue. In fact… Hermes had never discussed with him what to do if it happened, because in their world it just… wasn’t going to. Besides, Orpheus wasn’t usually the type to wander off anyway. If he did, it was towards something in nature, not towards people, and where there was nature, there were dryads and other spirits who could keep an eye on him just in case. Yes, Orpheus’ world was full of both magic and people who were willing to help him just by virtue of him being Hermes’ ward.
“Savory pie does exist!” he retorted, eyes widening at the idea that L had never heard of it before. “It’s very good,” he added, “Especially the kinds with meat in them. They’re warm and tasty and they leave you feeling really full and good.” It had been so long since he’d had one… not since… well, there had been a time before Hermes. Orpheus couldn’t remember it very well, and he had a feeling he didn’t want to. There was something about being left behind that hurt, even if he didn’t remember either of the people that did the leaving. He just knew… they got bored one day. And he wasn’t enough to keep them there. His expression fell slightly and he almost stopped walking, but he didn’t want L to ask about it. It was easier to just keep walking.
“Well… if you don’t like seeds, and I do, then if you find seeds here you can give them to me, and I can give you something that you like but I don’t!” That sounded fair, but he seriously doubted they would have time to eat here. But maybe he would see L again and then they could trade!
He watched anxiously as L knocked on the door, his words failing him almost as soon as a lady answered the door. She had a mask across her face and was dressed in a really stretchy material with a cape trailing out behind her. Orpheus opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out.
“Well hello there!” The lady said, a smile spreading across your face. “You must be a… cowboy, and a pirate, right? Best friends or mortal enemies?” She laughed softly before fishing in her basket and pulling out a small handful of candy which she placed in Orpheus’ basket, then turned to look at L. “Sweetie, do you have some place I can put your candy?”

Little L | Trick or Treat Kids Room | strider

L was trying not to be too scared, but that was hard when you didn’t know where you were, or who anyone was. He had been told very specifically what to do if he got lost, because he had a bad habit of wandering off after anything that caught his eye, which was a lot of things. He forgot that there was a place he was meant to be, and so he ended up elsewhere, and before he knew it tall people were taking him home and they were always really grumpy about it and that scared L. So he tried not to get lost in the first place, and when he did, he tried to do what he was supposed to do. Which was harder than it sounded, but he tried,
“No they don’t.” L insisted. “Pies are sweet. They can be fruit or chocolate. Or Oreo. Oreo is really good.” He watched Orpheus, wondering how he had gotten the impression of savory pies, because they really couldn’t exist. They sounded terrible, for one thing, but if Orpheus liked them...then he supposed they were okay. Or they would be. Theoretically. Because they didn’t exist.
He considered the other boy, trying to read him. It was hard, harder than he expected, and he blamed his outfit, because it was annoying him.
“Okay.” He agreed seriously. “I’ll trade with you. But only if we find something one of us doesn’t like.” He wouldn’t take anything Orpheus liked. That would just be mean.
He looked at Orpheus, waiting expectantly for him to say something. But he didn’t. Was he scared? Maybe he wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, either. But then, he had said he was going to, so why wasn’t he? It didn’t make any sense, and L didn’t like things that didn’t make sense.
He looked up, suddenly tense as he realized that the person was talking to them. He panicked, because he wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, but Orpheus wasn’t doing it either, and he needed someone to do it or maybe the person would get mad at them, and-
Oh.
Candy?
He paused, staring at the lady. She seemed okay...would it be okay to talk to her? Orpheus has seemed to think so. He hesitated, panicking slightly as he realized he didn’t have anything to put candy into, then impulsively grabbed his hat.
It came off in his hand, and he turned it upside down and held it out wordlessly. That would have to do.

Kelsier | Living Room | mintedstar/fur

“Assassinate the host.” He said easily. It was an answer he knew not many people would likely expect, and it required context. Was he going to give it? Maybe he just liked to build a little bit of excitement before he went and explained all the details.
Myrnin seemed to be quite the character so far. He had been dangerous and he had killed Kel, true, but he also seemed quite fun and interesting, and Kelsier discovered that he had no ill feelings towards the vampire. He wasn’t even just saying that.
“I see.” He said, taking all the information in. It seemed complicate, but he thought he understood the gist of it. “I’ve been blinking in a lot lately, but I don’t know whether I would call myself a regular blinker or not.” He added thoughtfully. “I’m certainly not an original blinker, there were lots of older people already here when I first blinked in.” He looked at Myrnin, head slightly tilted as he considered him. “So you’re probably an older blinker than I am.” He decided. “Not that the House makes it easy to tell. But you seem to know more than me, so probably you’ve been there longer. Or at least had more blinks.”
“Three years?” He repeated, frowning slightly. “I’ve been here for about...a year I suppose? I was blinking in very infrequently, and then I started blinking in a lot more this month.”
He paused. That was all very interesting, but he suspected it wasn’t to Myrnin. And there it was.
Well, he was happy enough to talk about himself.
“I’m a thief.” He began, smiling. “Me and my crew are very good, too. But I’m not a petty criminal, in case that’s what you assume when you hear the term. Yes, I do take what I can, but I never steal from someone in need. I don’t know what your world is like, but in mine, there are noblemen and there are Skaa, and the Skaa are the ones being taken advantage of.”
Kel’s eyes darkened a bit. He was willing to talk about this, but that didn’t mean it didn’t make him angry. “I won’t go into the unspeakable horrors the Skaa are subject to. Just know that it’s enough to make killing all the nobility a gift.”
The Mistborn leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. He smiled again, but this time it was a darker expression. “I’m going to kill the Lord Ruler.” He added quietly. “He’s the cause of all of this. They say he’s a piece of the gods and that he’s unkillable, and he’s lived many lifetimes, but he hasn’t met me yet. I’m going to kill him and I’m going to free the Skaa and end the reign of the nobility. And I’m going to do it all with a heist.”
His smile deepened. “Any questions?”

Sol | Trick or treat room | Iceclaw |

"Ooooooo....kay."

Well, for one thing, Sol was now pretty sure this new girl wasn't dangerous. She didn't seem like she even knew what was going on. Sol kind of thought instead of being dangerous, she was probably in danger, wandering around being all nice like that.

"You're weird," she stated, scrunching up her face at the other girl. "You should be careful, though. Not everyone's nice like you are, y'know." She shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head to one side as she spoke. "Anyway, I'm Sol. What's your name?"