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Kelsier | Holiday Baking Room | mintedstar/fur

Kelsier, too, glanced at the mistletoe. From what he’d heard, a lot of other worlds had fun and interesting traditions that his world seemed to lack. He considered pestering Sazed about it later, to see if there were ever any such things, and whether they had simply been forgotten. It seemed sad to forget such things, but that was better than never having them at all, right?
He abandoned the oven, coming back over to Myrnin to see how he was coming along. He looked at the dough, which looked...decidedly not like cookies. Still, he figured Myrnin knew more than he did, and he wasn’t about to question it.
“Oh, definitely.” He said, coming forward and taking a cookie cutter in the shape of a flower. He leaned over and pressed it onto the dough, smiling as it successfully cut the pattern out.
“Do people do this often in your world?” He asked Myrnin curiously, glancing at the other blinker.

Smol Dipper | Kindergarten classroom | Lark

Dipper blinked his eyes, adjusting to the brightness the lifeless room somehow had to it when he pushed his beanie up revealing brown hair. Well, that and the sudden voice that caught him off guard. Looking up towards the source was difficult as no one was close to him, "Mabel, don't scare me like that." He mumbled, glowering over his shoulder. Yet the tricks his twin played on him were not on this scale as this scare lacked the glitter and confetti they'd normally have. He finally pieced things together catching a strange sight and perhaps one that made his day.

The kid's brown eyes brightened seeing Mirage. "Hi!" Startled and amazed, almost star-struck ultimately leaving the bin he'd once been curious about. Dipper faced the pokemon and had to look up, he still had some growing to do. His head was reeling with so many questions! Floating above the ground was a creature that he'd do anything to prove was real. The appeal of the mystery and sudden reveal, he blurted out his name. "I-I'm Dipper." He gave a wave with his noodle-like arms, "What's your name?" Dipper introduced himself, a nervous smile etched on his face. Worries about picture day were becoming faint all thanks to this once in a lifetime encounter.

Vincent - mintedstar/fur

Vincent seemed to give a genuine laugh at the comment, speaking through a smile; “Are you?” He gave a humored look as the vampire rambled on, obliviously amusing himself with enteral dialogue as he kept a fast pace to challenge Myrnin in anyway he could. Evasive? Obviously. Afraid to show weakness? A bit presumptuous, but it had some accuracy in simple terms. Exploiting others? Of course it meant something - power over others meant something to everyone. His smile darkened a bit with that thought, though he became too preoccupied with teleporting himself back a foot that he lost his train of thought.
His sly expression remained as Myrnin elaborated on his response, acting impulsively enough to only give the vampire a second of warning for his response.
He appeared directly behind the vampire, leaning in so the bottom of his chin rested gently on his shoulder as he hovered near the vampire’s neck. He seemed to be considering biting him, not actually, but that was clearly the impression he was trying to make. (If only the vampire couldn’t actually read his mind.) “Is there something you’d rather I try and be?” He asked quietly, drawing back with a soft chuckle before teleporting to safety a few steps behind the vampire, his arms crossed and smile innocent.

Vincent - @/mint

Vince gave a doubtful raise of his eyebrow at Arthur’s response, keeping to himself as the alchemist reacted at his own pace. He gave a subtle movement that might’ve been a shrug at the next question, though he didn’t say anything aloud.
He glanced away from the collection of plants that had his attention as Arthur beckoned him, giving a short scoff in response before wandering over with a smirk. “Alright,” he said casually to the man as he passed.
He hesitated at the door, knowing better than to not anticipate danger. Slowly, he turned the knob without pulling, then cracked it slightly with a long pause before swinging it all the way open to look inside.
Before him was a, unsurprisingly, familiar sight. His expression faltered briefly as he looked over the interior of his apartment, the decor identical to his own, but atmosphere...off. Despite that, he gave a smirk back to Arthur, ordering him to follow with a nod of his head as he stepped inside.
Compared to Arthur’s place, this space was incredibly crisp and clean, but the man still felt displeased. The air felt heavy, and scentless. The lighting seemed slightly warmer, the walls shorter in a way he couldn’t describe. At first glance, most everything else seemed close to normal, though off in a peculiar way upon further inspection. He folded his hands behind his back as he started to glance around, an amused smirk on his face.

"Okay.." Rowlin shrugged glimpsing upwards at the statement. "This place is the deepest part of the woods, it's supposed to be the loneliest place for miles. The forest trails, the ones for public use, don't actually run through here. My team works with the indigenous group in this domain, to preserve the heart of the woods, but also to inform and engage the public with awareness and appreciation for nature. This part we are in for the most part is the most secluded when compared to its use and who is allowed here. But, these strange occurances indicate that someone or something has recently set foot here for ill intent. My concern is the casualty behind it, because of the rumors..." He shrugged, taking his attention back to the stone, and the crystal in his hand, they were glowing together. He pointed the crystal in the initial direction he was going to head in next, the crystal now beating like a heart, in the direction he pointed.

"Well my hero." Rowlin couldn't help but somewhat smile at his poor attempt at a joke. It wasn't a joke, it's that ability they would need in this storm given the little to no visibility outside the clearing. "I just kinda hope the rumors are false for a change..." He shrugged. "We just got done with a case that involved Teens going missing. Before that well-" He stopped himself shaking his head. "Who hasn't gone missing while on the clock? Our teammates included..." He softly reflected the painful experiences...

He glimpsed back at the glowing rock, "It's never too late to stop and go back and remember those who were closest to you. It doesn't have to be family... Friends, associates, neighbors, people who were in your life and impacted it. That's family." He knelt down towards the rock once more. He was kinda more curious even after Myrnin's comment. "It doesn't work that way. It typically connects someone to a story that the rock itself has experienced. In this case, if we assume this rock was here for its whole life, it has seen many stories in this clearing. It will share with us the most impactful, how it decides I still have no clue? If a rock has been moved, it can also retell a story of its past life..." He trailed off reaching out, to rest a hand along the top of the cold frozen stone. His green gaze gleamed with curiosity now. "If a stone has been moved, and it somehow has come in contact with your ancestor or yourself, it might retell a story... your story." He raised a brow now, eager yet still fascinated by this glowing stone.

The stone glowed on the floor glowed, and started to pulse upon contact with Rowlin's hand. The stone went from its dark blue glow to a lighter blue, followed by a beam of light that shot up not high, but above both the vampire's heads, similar to a light that is showcasing a new store or an event. The beam died away as it flashed into existance, and the snow had stopped falling almost immeditely. The white sea of snow had gone in the blink of an eye within the clearing, it was tall grass, with solid dirt. The trees that were seeping down to the heavy weight of the snow, were standing tall and proud with the many shades of green leaves hanging against the many branches. The sky that had been glowing, was dark as any other night , and the moon was full and gleaming brightly against the forest floor. The temperature too had risen, to a chilling 50 degrees, and the wind was minimal.

"By the way.." Rowlin added. "Our actions, wont affect the story. They wont see us, or hear us."

There was rustling in the distance, and before long appeared a group of college students in a cluster. Their attire was that of hikers, they knew they were coming. Their backpacks on their backs indicated they were staying. Out of the cluster, there was two men in particular carrying a wagon, forcefully through this neck of the woods, the wagon in particular was covered, blanketed out of view- but it was notable that it was stacked inside, given the blankets odd shape above all the items.

One of the students had paused in the clearing to ask the group if this was really the right direction. They were looking on their tablet , and zooming in and very upset that thy didn't have service to update the offline map. "We should of stayed on the trail- we should have been at the site a while back."

"It's fine, we're cool." Another individual spoke up. "We're chilling, and just sight seeing."
The other young adults had spoken up assuring that this was perfectly fine. This was absolutely okay, and that they should keep going. Basically assuring each-other that they were fine adn this was the right way.
The young adults kept talking amongst each other about the site, and food, and resting and pictures. They seemed very interlocked in the discussion until the rough footsteps of another individual broke through the clearing.

In walked in bigger bulky man, he was in his late 40's, and carrying two notable bags against his back that were uniquely shaped. His entrance in the clearing silenced all the young adults, and his tired dark black eyes shot shivers up the young adults eyes. "Come on guys.." He spoke in a rather dark tone. "If we don't hurry up, we'll miss the morning shot. The artists are already at the camp, and have shot their singing. They just need you guys to be dancing with em in sunrise.." He bellowed lowly.

"R-Right.." one of the other young adults replied.
"I-It was north of here, right?" Another asked.
Seeing a nod, the lad with the tablet spoke up, "O-OKay then, north we go."

Another individual came out behind the bulky man, she was slimmer, and more toned. She had a carrier bag , and had her own tablet in her hands. "Let's hurry if we wanna make it for the food, and the morning shot." She added.

With that in mind the entire group proceeded further north into the woods. They're excitement was not at making it towards the camp, all with the promises of being in a music video with some big names. The man and women followed the group closely behind.


After the group had left, the empty black sky had somewhat illuminated to the bright awkward violet, and big bright moon was , hidden behind the thick layer of clouds. The air was beginning to blow a bit more harshly then before. The chilling 50 degrees was dropping once more. From the sky fell the particles of ice, snow and frozen water. Below their feet returned the thick sea of snow.
The presentation had ended, and it was just them two again.

Rowlin silently looked back at Myrnin, before nudging his head to the north. "North we go.." He softly stated, beginning to proceed in that direction.

Vincent being Vincent was surprisingly entertaining. Myrnin completely froze when he appeared behind him, unsure what to make of this new situation. It was quite odd, all things considered. He ever so slowly turned his head, but by that point Vincent had already teleported away.
"You are a character and a half," Myrnin said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Well then? Was that supposed to imply you want to be a vampire or supposed to imply vampires in general? Because, my dear, you have a weird way of trying to get across what you want. Almost as if you were waiting for someone else to supply all the answers so you could get more information."
He placed both hands on his hips and did a small jig, short hair drifting up and down as he did.
"I would rather you be ... hum ... what a tricky question ... a snail! How about you be a snail!" He grinned at Vincent as if he expected the other man to get it.

Vincent - mintedstar/fur
Vince gave a proud smile at what he would consider praise. He cocked his head to listen to Myrnin talk, smirking sheepishly at his words. Shit, he sighed to himself, aware that it had been pretty obvious he was trying to get a reaction out of the vampire - but he’d been hoping to throw him off for just a bit longer. The vampire bit didn’t actually interest him all too much, but information always did. “Does that seem like something I’d do?” He asked, sticking to the simple evasive responses for now.
He straightened more attentively to watch Myrnin’s dance, confused, but always willing to be entertained by the vampire’s random demonstrations of energy. He narrowed his eyes a bit in response to the words that followed, struggling to understand if they had any kind of meaning before ultimately deciding they probably didn’t. “Oh,” he offered, sounding thoughtful. He glanced around, not needing a mind reader to make it obvious that he was looking for somewhere to disappear to.

Rue | Winter Room | y’all

Rue really wasn’t sure what the whole thing between Vincent and Myrnin was, but she didn’t dare ask. She had a suspicion, but she didn’t know how accurate it was, and she didn’t want to make anything awkward. She’d learned the hard way that loudly talking about other people’s relationships was a good way to lose them. So she didn’t do that anymore.
She did look up as Myrnin prodded her a little, and she nodded, grateful for the help. She was cold. Too cold. Her body was stiffening up badly now. She didn’t know how much longer she was going to be able to keep walking, but she didn’t stop, just kept pushing forward, her body still where it ought to have been shivering.
Slowly, she began to hum, lightly at first, a little firmer as she moved. Myrnin was singing, after all. Maybe it would help? Music usually did, after all.

Mirage giggled, "hehe Dipper, thats a good name, I like it," before doing a little twirl in the air and posing his arms in a 'ta-da' like manner, "I'm Mirage," he paused and mumbled a little, "or at least that's what everyone calls me, and I liked it so, its my name now!" He cheered the last bit before drifting closer to Dipper, now floating eye to eye with him and within arms reach.





With a curious tilt of his head, Mirage slowly began to draft around Dipper. "Your very small, are you a Pokémon trainer? I thought most trainers were taller?" He seemed confused but after a few seconds simply nodded, "I like you!"

So 'Myrnin' was the name that colorful mortal went by? It wasn't familiar... Maybe these feelings of recognition towards him were mistaken?

Sandalphon didn't answer Vincent right away, attention returning to his hands while the man besides him shot a retort back at one egging him. He brought the fire closer to his face, his focused red eyes reflecting the embers dancing above his palms.

While the plume itself didn't grow any bigger, it began to burn more intensely as more element magic was channeled into it. Through the will of it's wielder, it's shape stretched outward like a ring. The display was unsteady, a sign that the one performing it wasn't specialized in this sort of elemental manipulation. For a moment, it almost seemed like it was going to sputter out, but with one last intense spark, it's form solidified into a shape resembling a burning halo.

Hmph. Not performed quite as elegantly as Michael maybe, but it was done.

Letting out a satisfied grunt, the Primarch smirked. "Like that." Now that it was forged into pure, condensed fire energy, the elemental construct was self supporting, no longer a drain on his power. It's heat production now matched that of a small bonfire too. No longer bound to one position, guided by Sandalphon's will, it floated off his palm towards Vincent, stopping just far away enough to not burn the other blinker, matching his pace and beginning to circle him.

Once Myrnin had ceased his yowling for the moment, "Better?" Sandalphon asked, directing an expectant look towards 'Vince'. Unfortunately, he was unaware that this mortal probably wouldn't know how to properly guide this new heat source around. Before he could receive an answer, however, his own needlessly stretched out name from ahead interrupted the conversation, causing him to wince.

"Was that really necessary!?" The Primarch replied, mild annoyance both audible in his tone and visable on his face. Those faded with a sigh, and moving on, he tilted his head to the side with piqued interest.

'Find the Lodge?' He said that as if he knew where they were... Had Myrnin been to this room before? If they went to the location he was referring to, was that the way out?

"Hmm. I might." Sandalphon's gaze wondered upwards. Despite his outward confidence, a seed of concern lingered within his Core. Would the others be safe? Sure, they, or one of them anyway, had a heat source, and there didn't seem to be much in the way of life here to pose a danger... But with this place, one could never be certain. At the same time, all four of them could end up wandering around this wasteland for sky above knew how long if they didn't have a general destination.

"What does this... Lodge, of yours look like?" He asked, wanting a better idea of what he was trying to find. "And are there any nearby landmarks to help narrow down a location?" Waiting for some, what he hoped would be, helpful information, the Primarch prepared on his own end. A single pair of wings emerged from his back, the wind dislodging a few brown feathers in their wake. Both limbs slowly outstretched and retracted a few times to prevent any stiffness from the cold setting in while their owner waited to take flight.

Baby L | Smol Room | strider Cloverleaf <Raintalon>

L flinched back as the monster reached forward, cowering as it touched the boy in front of him. He squeezed Will’s hand, trying to let him know he wasn’t alone. He turned his huge eyes on Victoria as the dog spoke, and he flinched again, shifting so he was hiding from them both.
He hated this. He really did. This was bad, this place was dangerous and he and the other boy were going to get eaten and there was nothing he could do about it.
He frowned, thinking frantically. Maybe..,maybe he could he a distraction so Will could escape. But to do that, he needed to tell Will to run, and he needed somewhere to run to.
Which was a problem because there were no doors.
So they were dead. They were both dead.
L bit his lip, hard. Then he pulled his hand back and signed frantically to Asami.
“Go away!” He told her, trying to make his signs as fierce as he could. He did his best piercing glare at the same time, hoping against hope that maybe he could scare her into leaving.

Harue | Lodge | Sasha, Zuko, Eurydice

Harue gave her arm a shake, the sleeves rolling up making it evident that maybe her clothes were not exactly a perfect fit. She felt the remnants of the magic seep back into its source all the while the horror of the situation snapped her back to reality. The snippets of conversation brought her to speak once again. “Witches cause nothing but misery, they simply spread ill will wherever they go.” She informed the so called fire bender. With her free hand she rubbed her sore arm. His fire abilities made her curious but it could very well much be a clever trick - this felt like the perfect time to be caught unaware.
Sasha’s mumbles furthered her suspicions leaving her to tilt her head, the light draining from her eyes. “Kind of sad that you even know about the witches.”

Orpheus | Living Room | ®Hawkpath®

Orpheus appeared, hands shaking a bit as he played another chord. He let the instrument fall as he noticed the house, relief flooding him. He didn’t need to keep playing here, he could take a break. He took a deep breath, sinking back against the wall as something – well… someone rammed into him, knocking him back. His eyes widened as he heard a sickening crunch from his landing, but he decided not to look back to see the damage, not yet at least.
Instead, he forced himself back to his feet, offering a hand to the blinker. He hadn’t gotten a decent glimpse of them before he’d been knocked over, but looking at them now he didn’t think he’d seen them before. He managed a soft smile, doing his best to show the other blinker that he wasn’t upset about being knocked down.
“Are you alright?” He asked after a moment, trying to catch the other blinkers eye.

Orpheus | Living Room | ®Hawkpath®

Orpheus backed up a few steps, trying to give the other blinker enough room. Clearly, they weren’t having a very good time, and based on the way they were reacting they probably weren’t familiar with the House. That… wasn’t good. It wouldn’t be easy to explain the House to someone who was panicking.
“It’s alright,” he managed softly, lifting his hands to show he was unarmed. “I’m not going to hurt you, you have nothing to worry about here, I promise.” Would they believe his promise? If they were this panicked, probably not.
“Do you know where you are?” He asked after a moment, looking around and trying to offer a warm smile. It was perhaps more tense than the smile he gave his friends, but still just as genuine. He wasn’t capable of not being genuine. Fortunately, he was also very good at making himself non-threatening.