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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Nov 4, 2020 15:31:05 GMT -5
“Oreo?” Orpheus repeated, frowning a little bit as he tried to match a flavor with the name. He came up empty. “I’ve never heard of Oreo,” he decided after a moment, frowning at L. “You’re really smart,” he decided, making sure he was keeping stride with L. He wanted to know of all of the foods that L knew that he didn’t know, he wanted to try them all, like the pumpkins, and whatever Oreo was. “But meat pies are good too. I like them a lot.” He managed a smile, looking down at his empty basket. He was still confused by the baskets, but that was… okay. He’d figure it out. It was probably part of the puzzle, and he and L could figure it out! “Perfect,” he smiled, trying to think of things that he liked and things he didn’t. Trading would be good. “Then we can both have things we like.” He sounded pleased by that thought. Staring at the stranger was slightly terrifying. Orpheus knew L was relying on him, but his words weren’t coming, and the lady was looking at them and… his thoughts broke off as he heard that. “What is candy?” he murmured softly to L, still staring up at the lady. He glanced at what she had put in his basket, then watched as she put some of the same stuff in L’s hat. So L got to take his hat off? That didn’t seem fair, but… well, at least Orpheus didn’t have to deal with the eyepatch or the wooden leg. Was the wooden leg real? Would it be wrong to ask? “Thank you,” he managed softly, because when an adult gave you something, you were supposed to thank them. He glanced at L, bewilderment coloring his expression as the woman closed the door. “Sorry,” he murmured softly. “I… got scared. I didn’t… I dunno, I’m not good at talking to people…” he sounded scared, like he was worried L was going to be upset with him. Like he had failed his new friend. “We can… we can try again? Not at this house because she might get mad, but… there are other houses that might know?” He was aware his words were coming out in a jumble, but he didn’t care. He just didn’t want L to be upset with him. |
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Nov 4, 2020 19:54:05 GMT -5
Steve | Stair Room | ~∂єѕтιиу Steve wanted to hold this breath wishing if he closed his eyes the next time he would see his friends grinning, taking a dive in his pool. The only diving he would do was diving into a strange dream having no one else to be with other than the hooked man. He wasn't kneeling if so much had an urge to keel over and call it a day as he should have, the teen stood there in utter shock. The brunette winced, unable to focus on anything around him in the near vicinity proving that maybe in his attempts to impress those attending the party had been in vain. When the adrenaline calmed down he caught Hook glancing at the room deciding that the world wasn't ending like last time. No, he was treating this like a small inconvenience, humoring even causing Steve to pipe up on the matter."The hell do you mean alright? You're treating this like its a walk in the park." He did say he had experience. By all means he wasn't aggressive towards the pirate but emotion clung onto his exasperated exclamation. That and the fact his hook had a nasty gleam to it proving it worthwhile to keep his mouth shut if he didn't want to be gutted where he stood. Shoving his innate disgust aside he had to take it in stride as his room buddy had pointed out so kindly, clearly an exaggeration by all means. "God this can't be worse than the volcano." He muttered to himself, nerves lingering when he copied Hook taking in the abyssal environment. The unlikely pair's spat progressed them to descend further down the intricate rooms, pieces and parts of stairs continued floating in the air at a slug's pace. (Computer's being rude today which is why it took awhile to respond.) (This is for des!) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 4, 2020 19:57:58 GMT -5
Vincent | Living Room | mintedstar/fur Vincent eyed the hallway in temptation, glancing sideways at Arthur as the alchemist spoke. His pale eyes were hard to read, but after a moment of silence he turned and faced the man with his chin lifted skeptically. He distinctly remembered meeting this individual once, so he wasn’t exactly sure what game he was playing at by acting stupid. He didn’t say anything as Arthur went on, his next words causing him to tilt his head slightly. He looked down at himself curiously as the other blinker sneered at him - still expressionless but seemingly confused. “Astute,” he commented after a few moments, giving a bored look over of Arthur’s attire after studying his own. He let his weight fall lax on one hip, slightly raised eyebrows and a frown to mask his amusement. “What got shoved up your ass since last time?” He asked dully, pulling a hand through his hair. Arthur | Living Room | ~∂єѕтιиу Arthur's eyes narrowed even further. Last time? "You seem to be a bit peeved," he noted. "Is there reason for that or are you just going to make vague comments about my current situation?" He assumed that there had to be alchemical design here. He turned away from Vincent and started stalking toward the hallway. He didn't think that this place was normal. There were no windows, to start with. But investigating seemed to be the direction he was supposed to go. "Are you intending to come?" he asked over his shoulder. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 4, 2020 19:58:04 GMT -5
"True!" said Myrnin happily. "I should get him a hat!" He didn't make any comment what so ever about saying something twice. That would have been telling, now wouldn't it? He preferred to be mysteries and odd. Well, that happened automatically, but it was the aesthetic of the thing. "Ah," he said to Juuzou as it was clear the ghoul investigator started to suspect him of something. He could tell that Vincent was thinking about where he was going to escape to. Better than that, he'd know where Vincent aimed before he ended up disappearing, because that's what Vincent would think about. Thing was, if he told Juuzou right now that this was how he was doing it, then Vincent would hear. If he didn't, then Juuzou would make the incorrect assumption that Myrnin was a ghoul. Or at least another thing considered 'odd.' It was a bit of a weighing of the odds. Eh, he wanted to have a bit of fun. With Juuzou, mind. He wanted to see what Juuzou would think later. He wanted to test this new blinker. And if Vincent knew, then tough luck. "Same reason you can survive a high drop from a several story tall building," he chirped happily, winking at Juuzou. "But shhhh. Don't tell him." Shouting after Vincent, he said, "Weeeeeeeeee cooooooooome iiiiiiiiiiin peace ... idiot. Now where are you going?" |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 4, 2020 20:24:24 GMT -5
Hook | Stairs | larkHook shuffled around in a lazy circle, swiping at his nose with his thumb as he considered his options. Ignoring the newbie, assuming he would be able to handle himself, the pirate was still unsure of what was worth committing his efforts towards. Nothing looked terribly promising. He glanced back sharply at Steve when the teen continued complaining at him, jabbing his hook in his direction the same way one would if they were pointing with a functional index finger. “Don’t make references I don’t understand,” he ordered firmly. He leaned over the edge a final time as Steve joined him, spitting over as the brunette approached (mostly for the satisfaction). He raised an impatient eyebrow at the teen as he mentioned a volcano, then grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him away from the edge. “Quit actin’ like a [oops],” he said harshly as he released him, “you’re going to piss me off.” To show he didn’t plan on touching him anymore, he lifted up his good hand in an innocent shrug. “Do yourself a favor, mate, and just pretend you’ve got your shit together from now on,” he added in a more nonchalant tone. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 4, 2020 22:02:10 GMT -5
“What? No.” Kelsier frowned, puzzled by the question. “It’s just the ashfalls. But...everything is so clear here! I don’t understand how there’s no ash at all.” He shook his head, confused, and looked at the flowers again. They were so impossibly colorful and soft and he didn’t understand, but he liked them. He looked up at Kaito explained, and he nodded, then tried to unwrap his own piece. Which was a lot harder than he expected it to be, but eventually he managed to get the crinkly thing open. The thing inside didn’t look very good, but he popped it into his mouth anyway, trusting Kaito to tell him the truth. His eyes widened as he chewed and swallowed. “This is called candy?” He said, looking at Kaito with wide hazel eyes. “It’s so good! I’ve never tasted anything like that before.” He grinned, nodding enthusiastically. “Okay!” He agreed, and headed for the next door. He was having so much more fun than he’d had in a long time, and as he reached the door he gave it a firm knock and stepped back, waiting expectantly. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 6, 2020 22:54:46 GMT -5
L nodded, looking at the shirt. “I do have your shirt.” He confirmed, eyeing it. It was obviously supposed to be doing something. Shirts weren’t usually for feet. Shoes and socks were for feet, except shoes and socks didn’t feel nice so L didn’t wear them. They also tended to make his thoughts cloudy. Was that why he couldn’t think very well? He frowned at the shirt, trying to think whether it was likely that a shirt would cause the same problems that shoes and socks would, but he couldn’t decide. Maybe if he took the shirt off, he would be able to think again. “Frostbite.” He echoes back. That sounded right. He remembered having to wear loud, heavy boots outside when it snowed. He didn’t really go outside much now, so it was less of an issue, but Watari never let him go without shoes anyway. Maybe Watari didn’t understand that he needed to be able to think clearly. Maybe L should tell him when he saw him again. “Frostbite means you shouldn’t walk in the snow without shoes.” He explained, trying to make his scattered thoughts into words. “Which is annoying. Shoes are annoying. I need to think. I need to think.” For some reason, not even saying that out loud helped. L looked up at the laugh, and his own mind tried to snap to attention. It failed, but it tried. “Athena wouldn’t forget things if she were smart.” He reasoned. “So that’s impossible. Maybe...maybe you forgot that you’re smart.” Did that make sense? He didn’t think about the fact that he’d just contradicted himself, he was so focused on Orpheus and the problem at hand. “You figured them out.” He said seriously. “The words on the wall were strange and you did it. That was...cool.” No wait. Cool was bad. He didn’t want to be cool. “That was warm.” He amended. Better. Warm was the only really good thing to be, at the moment. He’d mostly forgotten about the shirt again. If he could remember it for long enough, he might try to take it off to see if his deductive capabilities increased. He stayed where he was, and the shivering went down a little, fading to a duller murmur rather than a storm. His teeth were still trying to chatter, but he managed to get them to stop for the most part and he sighed. Then he looked up as Orpheus spoke, and he blinked and tilted his head, frowning slightly. “What?” He said sleepily, trying to focus even though the warmth was dragging him down even more than the cold had. “I think...the translator must be broken.” He decided, and curled a little closer as the shivering mostly subsided. “That’s too bad. I like understanding words.” He felt like he was going to fall asleep, which should have set off a lot of alarms for him, but somehow didn’t. Instead, he just felt sleepy. “Nice.” He added decidedly, and his eyes almost closed. He barely managed to keep them open. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Nov 6, 2020 23:29:54 GMT -5
Nico didn’t know anything about the Lord Ruler other than that he was responsible for the suffering in Kelsier’s world. If Kelsier believed that he could take him down, then who was Nico to question that? Kelsier was powerful, Nico had learned that much. “Mmph,” Nico replied, crossing his arms. Normally he would have loudly protested the comment, but coming from Kelsier, he didn’t. Kelsier’s whole thing was smiling in spite of everything the world threw at you. Or perhaps smiling because of it. Nico wasn’t going to protest to a joke, even if he didn’t think the rate at which he blinked in was funny in the slightest. “I get attached to people a lot more easily than I let on,” he admitted quietly, not quite looking at Kelsier. “I think the House wants to make that happen faster, sometimes. Make me question how I care about someone I met three days ago.” He shook his head, looking at Kelsier. “I guess… caring isn’t a good measure. More like… trusting. How I trust someone I met three days ago.” It wasn’t a word he threw around lightly, but he knew Kelsier would catch his meaning. He hoped Kelsier would realize how much saying it out loud meant. He wasn’t good at talking about his emotions, about letting other people know how he felt, but… he was trying. “It’s crazy. Impossible.” His tone turned dismissive, and he stared at the ground for a long moment before looking back up at Kelsier. Right. The clothes. “We were attacked pretty recently. The tears could’ve come from that. Or hell, even from Tartarus. Nobody really looks at me long enough that they’d be able to tell.” His tone was casual, like it didn’t bother him at all. He wasn’t sure whether it did or not. He was grateful for the distraction, however, when Kelsier asked about the chalice. “Poison,” he replied casually, as though that weren’t something concerning to blink in with. He hoped Kelsier hadn’t heard what he was saying as he blinked in. He didn’t want Kelsier thinking he was trying to poison the people he was saving the world with. Well… he was trying to poison them, but it was necessary. They wouldn’t die, hopefully. Hopefully, Kelsier wouldn’t suspect that Nico himself had taken a sip. Which he had, but again… out of necessity. As soon as the magnet was out of his hands he shoved them back in the pockets of his jacket, very carefully watching Kelsier’s expression. He wasn’t sure he had seen that smile before. He didn’t know what it meant, which made him nervous until Kelsier spoke, and Nico let out a careful breath. “Oh. Yeah, it’s… it’s not much, I just thought… I dunno. I owe you, for saving my life. This was the best I could get for now. And… and before you say anything I know you didn’t do it for repayment, but there aren’t very many people that would put themselves in danger to save me like that unless they had some sort of ulterior motive and I just… I wanted to get something I thought you might like. That’s all.” He stared at the ground, his expression more intense than he intended it to be. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Nov 7, 2020 14:08:45 GMT -5
“Is it warming your feet?” So much for not asking that, but if the answer was no… would it be so terribly wrong of Orpheus to take it back? It might help him be warmer, even if the thought was a little bit selfish. He had given the shirt to help Λ, because if Λ’s feet hurt anything like Orpheus’ hands, they could use the extra layer. But if it wasn’t helping, then Orpheus would gladly put it back on because he was chilly and any extra layer sounded incredibly nice. “Shoes are warm,” Orpheus protested softly, though his own feet were very much not warm. They were soaked through, the water sucking warmth from him that he didn’t have to spare. “Wait,” he murmured, managing to shimmy off both his boots and the soaking wet socks. “No… you’re right. Annoying.” It felt… warmer without the wet cold. “Wet is bad,” he decided after a moment, glancing at Λ to see if he agreed. It felt important, somehow, that he not decide that on his own. After all… Λ had been with him for the whole room. He deserved a say in what counted as good and bad. Orpheus frowned slightly, trying to make sense of what Λ was saying. It didn’t really make sense, but… it was nice. That felt important. Why was nice important? “You would’ve figured out the words on the wall too,” he murmured, lightly raising a hand so it rested in Λ’s hair. “You’re smart.” He tapped lightly on Λ’s head, his fingers screaming in protest at the feeling of anything against them. But Λ’s hair was soft, and it felt sort of nice. Besides, he needed something to do with his hands, because otherwise all he could think of was that they hurt and he was cold. “Warm,” he murmured softly, running his hand lightly through Λ’s hair. “A very good thing to be.” He had to agree about that, and he was starting to feel warm again. It was a wonderful feeling. Soft. It didn’t burn anymore, not like it had at first. His own shivering was subsiding, and he was glad his friend wasn’t shivering quite so violently anymore either. He sighed lightly as Λ curled closer. It just made the warmth… better. Closer. “Did it not translate?” He murmured softly, a smile pulling over his face. “It means…” he hesitated for a moment, trying to think of a good translation. “It means warm. Fiery. But not… not burning. Warm L.” It was the closest he could come at the moment to what he meant. Normally he was good with synonyms, but they weren’t happening very easily. “Words are nice,” he added after a moment, his fingers still lightly tracing their way through Λ’s hair. It was still slightly damp from the snow, but not as bad as Orpheus’ socks had been. “You’re nice, this is nice.” Was he using the word nice too much? He didn’t know. His eyelids felt heavy, even as he tried to keep them open. Was sleep a bad thing? They were out of danger, but… but anyone could blink in and they might not be nice. Not as nice as Λ was. Which is why he had to stay awake. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 7, 2020 19:25:56 GMT -5
Maybe at some point, Kelsier would tell Nico about it. About everything he tended not to mention, everything that the House was a break from. He trusted Nico. He trusted him enough to tell him what was happening. He really did, but that didn’t mean that he was likely to do it for no reason. Besides, it wasn’t about trust, not really. He glanced at Nico, inclining his head slightly. He got the impression that hadn’t really amused him, somehow. The Mistborn shook his head slightly, making a mental note of that for later. He listened, and his expression turned more serious. He knew that already, but Nico didn’t usually say it out loud. He didn’t usually mention it or even act like he thought it was true. Kel nodded, understanding a little better why how often he blinked in wasn’t something he considered amusing. Still, three days ago…that was strange, really strange. Why was he blinking in so much? He met Nico’s eyes, and a small, surprised smile touched his lips. Trust was not something Nico gave easily. He knew that too well. He also knew that for Nico to say it out loud, to his face...that meant it was true. He really did trust Kel, somehow. He dipped his head. He trusted Nico, of course he did, but he hadn’t really expected the favor to be returned. It meant more than he could really say that Nico was willing to admit that out loud. Did it bother Nico to mention Tartarus so easily? Kelsier had to wonder. Still, he was glad that the tears weren’t likely to get him in trouble. It sounded a bit like Kelsier himself; if he blinked back with torn clothes, everyone would just assume he’d gone and done something chaotic. Which they wouldn’t necessarily be wrong, but they might not understand exactly what he’d done. He looked up sharply as Amico explained what it was. He hadn’t heard what Nico had said when he blinked in, or he might have suspected something else. As it was, he simply looked at the chalice for a moment, then back at Nico, a puzzled expression on his face. “Are you...trying to kill someone?” He asked conversationally. It didn’t seem very much like Nico, but Kel was having a hard time coming to any other possibly reason for having a chalice of poison. A moment later, he wasn’t thinking about the poison anymore. He was just thinking about the magnet. Up to the light, it glittered, its delicate wings bright as a real butterfly. It looked so realistic, he thought, or maybe that was just the fact that he hadn’t seen butterflies aside from that one room. Still, it was obvious what it was. It was obvious what it was meant to represent. Kelsier lowered it slightly and looked at Nico, and he was smiling without even meaning to. “Thank you,” he said simply, holding the butterfly like something fragile and precious. “Thank you for thinking of me. And I don’t need to tell you that you didn’t have to, you already know that very well. That’s what makes it so special.” He looked at the magnet again. It was like he couldn’t quite tear his eyes away. He usually had words, but he didn’t, not this time. Not ones that worked. When he finally looked up again, he was still smiling the same, touched smile as before. “I love it.” He assured Nico, dipping his head slightly. “It means a great deal to me, coming from you.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 7, 2020 20:48:29 GMT -5
(eyYYYYYYYYY blinking in another newbie here we go) Jett Reno | Living room | ®Hawkpath® |"We got five minutes until that kidney's toast, and that's probably a generous estimate!" A silver-haired woman blinked into the House, a pair of barbecue tongs clutched in one hand, an IV bag in the other, and a knife, glowing red with heat, clenched between her teeth. "Come on, we gotta move it - oh, jesus christ," she said, staggering backwards as the improvised biobed in front of her vanished and she found herself barbecue tongs-deep in couch stuffing instead of internal organs. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 7, 2020 21:10:54 GMT -5
Kelsier blinked in, flipping in midair, his mistcloak spinning around him like its namesake. He landed lightly and looked up, his expression dark for just a moment before he realized where he was, and straightened up, his breath evening out slowly. He glanced up at the sharp words and raised an eyebrow, tilting his head a little at the person. “Well, you’re either murdering someone or saving their life,” he decided, coming forward to look at the couch. He stared at it for a moment, then smiled and looked up at the newcomer. “Pleasure for meet you. My name’s Kelsier.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 7, 2020 21:38:23 GMT -5
Jett Reno | Living room | ®Hawkpath® |"Huh?" The woman squinted up at the new face, struggling to see it properly through the distorted view her "surgical goggles" gave her. Realizing they were no longer necessary to the situation at hand, she took them off and set them down on the couch, still kneeling in the same position she had been before but now with significantly better vision. At his words, she looked at the barbecue fork in her hand as if she was seeing it for the first time, and then back over at him, pulling the heated knife out of her mouth. "Oh - yeah, I'm not so sure myself," she said, waving the implements in the air for emphasis. "The goal is saving, but the outcome might still be murdering - more importantly, I'm not there doing the saving anymore. Any idea why that might be?"
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Nov 8, 2020 7:30:54 GMT -5
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?" i'm alive) Scorpia laughed even as something sad twinged in her chest. She knew not everyone was nice... but that wasn't a reason for her not to be. "I'm Scorpia!" she replied, bouncing closer to Sol. "Nice to meet you! Do you know where we are? I don't recognize this place." |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 8, 2020 9:52:23 GMT -5
Kelsier raised his eyebrows as she removed her goggles. Okay, so they weren’t necessary for her survival. Good to know. “Well, whatever you’re doing, don’t worry.” He told her. “You’ll get back to doing it soon, and no time will have passed. You’ll go back to the exact moment you left.” A newbie. Since when was he the one explaining the House to newbies? Not so long ago, he had been the one needing to have it explained. Even after that, he hadn’t really understood how it worked for a long time, because apparently experience really was the best teacher. He eyed the knife, not warily, but with interest. “Are you a doctor?” He asked, tone light and conversational, like he was commenting on the weather, not the likelihood that she was murdering someone. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 8, 2020 10:10:11 GMT -5
Little L | Trick or Treat Room | strider“Never?” L repeated, his eyes going wide as he stared at Orpheus in shock. “Oreo is really really good. Do you mean you haven’t heard of it or you haven’t tried it?” Because one of those was a lot more surprising than the other, and he needed to know which it was. It was important, somehow. He glanced at Orpheus, startled at the compliment. “No, I’m not.” He said honestly. “But that’s nice of you, so thank you.” He didn’t want to try the meat pies. They sounded bad. But he did want to show Orpheus Oreos and pumpkins. Maybe after this they would find some. He was sure he could get his parents to make a pumpkin pie for his new friend if he asked them. Yes, as soon as he found his way home, he would ask. “Yes, exactly.” L nodded enthusiastically, pleased that Orpheus understood his intent. “I like all candy and also cakes and pies - not savory ones, eww - and also bananas and strawberries and ice cream and…” he trailed off, his brain going too fast for his mouth to keep up. He blinked, startled. “Candy is yummy.” He explained, staring at Orpheus we though he had just turned into a cat. “You’ve never had candy before? How is that possible? That’s not possible, you must have eaten it without knowing what it was. That’s the only thing that makes sense.” He nodded wisely, because he knew he was right. “Thank you.” He echoed as the adult gave the candy. As the door closed, he turned to Orpheus, his eyes wide and questioning. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, but I had to. I had to, right?” He asked anxiously, at the same time Orpheus spoke. He broke off and listened instead, thinking hard. “Why are you sorry?” He asked finally, bewildered. “I’m the one who isn’t supposed to talk to strangers. I’m the one who broke a rule.” The last part was stated with a sort of deep, sad finality, like he had just signed his life away. He looked up finally, and nodded, trying to cheer up. “They gave us candy!” He exclaimed suddenly, remembering. He pulled out his piece and stared at it for a minute, then smiled at Orpheus and bounced in place, his black hair bouncing with him. “What did you get? That’s candy! It’s good!” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 8, 2020 12:52:08 GMT -5
Jett | Living room | ®Hawkpath® | “Oh, well, that’s a relief,” said Jett, sitting back and wiping her forehead with her sleeve. “Cause if it didn’t, I was gonna end up going back to a whole lotta dead.” At Kelsier’s next question, she shook her head, a wry smile twisting across her face. “Technically I’m an engineer. But seeing as the real doctor’s got his guts splattered about sixteen yards from the ship, I’m the closest thing to a doctor they’ve got. But enough about me,” she continued, straightening up and turning her gaze more intently to Kelsier, curiosity replacing a bit of the grimness. “What about you? You seem to know a little bit about this place.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 8, 2020 15:27:36 GMT -5
“That sounds about right for the House.” Kelsier agreed, surprised that she took his answer so readily. Her being a newbie, he’d expected her to at least question him about that. Maybe her world had something similar to this? That was the first thing he could think of, anyway. He raised an eyebrow as she continued. “Sounds like you’re in a fight.” He observed. “This place has a habit of bringing people in at unfortunate times, so I would get used to that, if I were you.” Then she turned the questions back on him, and he smiled, dipping his head. “That’s because this isn’t my first time here.” He explained. “You’re in a place called the Paradox House, and you’re not in your world anymore. I’m not from wherever it is you are, most likely. For example, I’m not even sure what an ‘engineer’ is.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 8, 2020 15:59:48 GMT -5
L blinked, considering the question. Was it warming his feet? That was a very good question. He wasn’t completely sure how to answer that. He thought it was making his hard to think, but he wasn’t sure, because...because it was hard to think. Which was a bit of a problem. He stared at Orpheus for a very long moment, trying to decide how to answer, then he looked down at his feet again. “I don’t know.” He said honestly. “Shoes reduce my deductive capabilities, but I don’t know whether shirts do the same thing. If they do, that may explain why I can’t think.” He didn’t answer immediately as Orpheus protested, because he was having a hard time understanding how Orpheus could possibly think that shoes were warm. He couldn’t really imagine how they could be comfortable. “I’m always right.” He said sleepily. “Of course they’re annoying. Otherwise I might wear them.” That was probably true, wasn’t it? He thought it was, anyway. He wasn’t actually sure. He couldn’t imagine a world where he would wear shoes by choice, and certainly not socks. “Yes.” He agreed. He knew he would have. “But I would have done it quite differently, I think.” He didn’t think he would have thought the same way Orpheus did. It seemed likely that he would have done things differently, though he couldn’t quite figure out how so. “I know.” He added, blinking as he felt Orpheus’ tap his head. It felt...nice. Comforting. He relaxed, the warmth from the other blinker making it easy for him to breathe again, and slowly his teeth stopped chattering. He was still shivering, but only a little now. Somehow, curling up seemed to be helping, just like Orpheus had said it would. He wondered why it had taken then so long to figure this out. “Warm.” He repeated, his voice sleepy and relaxed. “I’m glad you’re warm. I’m getting warm, too.” He was glad, glad that he was feeling warm again, and he was tired but not quite in a falling asleep way. Almost in a comfortable way, like he felt safe. He didn’t usually feel safe. “I’m...warm?” He repeated, his surprise clear in his tone as he tilted his head to look up at Orpheus. “I’m not usually called warm. Actually, I’m usually called cold. That’s not a good thing to be.” He considered for a moment, thoughtful. “Warm L.” He repeated finally. “In that case...warm Orpheus, as well.” It was the highest compliment he could think of at the moment. “Fiery Orpheus.” He added, in case his meaning wasn’t quite clear. “Nice.” He added, because it was a good description for this. “Very nice.” He added, in case nice wasn’t a strong enough word. It wasn’t like he could think of any synonyms at the moment. The feeling of Orpheus’ fingers in his hair made him even more sleepy, and he felt his eyes falling shut before he managed to pry them open again. The House wasn’t a good place to sleep. He knew that. But...it was so hard to stay awake. He let out a small breath. “The House isn’t nice.” He murmured. “But...I’m still glad I’m here.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 8, 2020 20:07:44 GMT -5
bye jett it was nice knowing you for 0.2 seconds) Solaris | Living room | ®Hawkpath®Jett blinked out, and in her place, Sol blinked in, in a heap on the floor, mostly obscured by the enormous coat that was covering her entire body aside from her face. She was sound asleep, one hand gripping the edge of the coat, the other curled around a small knife by her side. She was snoring slightly, but looked very peaceful, and the slight change in surroundings didn't seem to have made her stir. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 8, 2020 21:17:27 GMT -5
Ajdjdjsjdk ) Kelsier blinked out at the same moment, and in his place, Rue appeared, holding a small knife in his hand, her expression serious. She was walking forward carefully, but she froze as she realized where she was. “Hi, House.” She sighed, lowering the knife and glancing around. She didn’t see anyone at first and she was about to turn and head for the hall when she noticed the shape on the ground. Oh. “This isn’t a good place to sleep.” She said softly, tiptoeing forward to see if it was who she thought it was. Sol, the girl from before. This was a bad place to fall asleep even in the living room. She hesitated. Then she stepped up and rested on the edge of the armrest of one of the couches, tucking her feet under her like a bird. If anyone blinked in, she would sound the alarm, but she didn’t like to wake Sol when she didn’t know how often the other girl managed to get some sleep. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 8, 2020 21:37:55 GMT -5
Sol | Living room | ®Hawkpath® |Fifteen minutes or so after Rue arrived in the room, Sol finally began to stir. At first she just curled into a slightly tighter ball, drawing the coat over her head as if loath to abandon her sleep, but then, finally, she yawned and stretched out her hand, her fingertips brushing against the carpet. She'd been sleeping on a similar surface before, so she didn't notice the change in surroundings yet, or the fact that Rue had stationed herself only a few feet away. "Dogs," she mumbled, groping around at the carpet around her in search of the two warm bodies she thought should be nearby. She didn't feel them, and groaned, pulling the jacket over her head again. "Doooooooooogs!"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 8, 2020 21:50:20 GMT -5
Rue looked up when she realized that Sol was waking up. That was probably the first and last time she would spend fifteen minutes in the House doing nothing, she supposed. It wasn’t common to have free time here, as usually someone else blinked in first and ruined it. Not that she necessarily minded the company, but it was kind of nice to get some peace now and then. She hesitated, not sure how to break it to the girl that she’s blinked in, when clearly she didn’t know. Finally, she broke the silence in a small, tentative voice. “Hey, don’t panic, okay? You’re in the House, and I’m the only other person here.” She said softly, her dark eyes never leaving Sol. She hoped not waking her had been the right thing to do. “I didn’t want to wake you.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 8, 2020 22:01:30 GMT -5
Sol | Living room | ®Hawkpath® |At the first 'hey', Sol froze, her hand squeezing her knife tighter as her half-asleep brain tried to process how someone had gotten past her defenses. Before she could even get started on that, though, Rue mentioned the House, and she relaxed again, recognizing the situation as at least being potentially less dangerous than she'd thought. "I wasn't gonna panic," she said sleepily, sitting up and running a hand through her poofy hair as she began to process the situation. She drew the coat further around her shoulders, still clearly very drowsy from her nap. "Shank you, maybe. Hey, you sound like that girl from before. The one with the world that sucks like mine."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 8, 2020 22:12:29 GMT -5
Rue relaxed as the girl didn’t panic, which was the main thing she had wanted. It seemed like she’d been believed, which was a good thing, definitely. Her eyes widened a little as Sol continued, but she didn’t say anything. She knew what people had to do to survive, and she didn’t judge them for it. “Yeah, that’s the one.” She confirmed, smiling a little as Sol recognized her. “Nice to meet you again. I would have woken you up, but I don’t know how much sleep you get, and sometimes falling asleep at all is an achievement.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 9, 2020 10:11:15 GMT -5
Sol | Living room | ®Hawkpath®"Falling asleep isn't hard," said Sol with a shrug, crossing her legs to sit more comfortably facing Rue. "Finding a place to hide is the hard part. And not getting woke up five minutes later by runners trying to smash through the door." She stood up, yawning and stretching, and then looked at the coat in her hands, frowning slightly. "I need this," she said, running her thumb over the padded collar. "But my backpack didn't blink in with me. Will it come back with me if I leave it somewhere?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 9, 2020 15:08:53 GMT -5
Rue nodded, then remembered that Sol couldn’t see that. “Sounds like fun.” She said, shaking her head a little. “Not really. That sucks.” She glanced at the coat and hesitated, then continued. “I think so, yeah.” She confirmed. “That’s been my experience anyway. I can’t promise that it will, but then, I can’t promise that it will even if you carry it around, so I don’t think there’s any reason you couldn’t leave it.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 9, 2020 20:41:36 GMT -5
Sol | Living room | ®Hawkpath® |"It's fine," said Sol dismissively, shrugging off Rue's sympathy. At her next words, she turned her head towards the coat, her fingers tightening around it a little. She wasn't very comfortable letting it go - without it, she could freeze to death and she didn't know when she would find another one that was this warm. But it was too huge to carry - it would just get in the way and that could be dangerous too. Finally, she carefully folded it up and set it down on the couch, hoping her care would convince the House that she needed it back. Then, she stood up and took a deep breath. "Okay. That's done." She turned back to Rue, tilting her head as a slight smile crossed her face. "Wanna do a room?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 10, 2020 10:49:42 GMT -5
Rue watched, curious to see whether she would leave the coat. Was it just that she needed it to survive, or was it more than that? Rue couldn’t help wondering whether there was some sentimental value to it, too. She shook her head a little. It didn’t matter, because even if it was, it wasn’t any of her business. She didn’t push it, just waited for Sol to finish. Then she smiled back. “Yeah, okay.” She agreed, glancing at the hall. “I haven’t done a room in a while.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 10, 2020 11:25:44 GMT -5
Sol | Living room |®Hawkpath® |"I've never done one on purpose," said Sol, realizing suddenly. "I've just appeared into a couple, so far." Well, here goes nothing. She definitely wasn't about to get killed doing this. "Mind if I take your arm?" she added as an afterthought, holding out her hand for Rue to take. "I dunno where the hall is yet. I can find it, but this'll be faster."
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