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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 4, 2021 5:51:26 GMT -5
”Poetic is the only option I have," Arthur muttered with annoyance in every syllable. Vincent didn't seem like he was particularly interested in the room or much in general. But as far as Arthur cared ... this was strange. Really strange. Strange enough that he was beyond unnerved. "Go on what?" he asked. But he did step further into the room, looking around as if he expected a glass vial or bundle of plants to bite him. Nothing in here looked like it would, if you ignored the occasional animal skull. He approached the door to the front, which was closed. Considering the last door had not lead where he expected, he didn't touch this one. He just looked back at Vincent and pointed to it. "You open it." (Did you want more Arthur stuff behind door number two or did you want to try to unnerve Vincent? Or alternatively just unnerve Arthur more.) 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. By all accounts, the room looked mostly okay to Arthur. There was a small sense that something was off, but not nearly as badly as it had been in his own building. He was able to get a slightly different impression of Vincent. The alchemist looked over, his own eyebrow raising slightly as if he expected the other man to explain what was going on. Additionally, the room wasn't normal in another way. It looked out of a dream - but Vincent wasn't, say, looking at the material of the walls and wondering what they were made out of. Arthur was forced to assume that whatever this was, it was normal for Vincent. Though that just had him puzzling further about who or what he was. "Is there a problem?" he asked, shifting a bit from one foot to the other. "With the room? Is it like what I described?" That made him question what the next room they entered would be like, however. More of the same? What had he gotten himself into? Nothing seemed like it held an easy explanation. Arthur @/des |
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Post by strider on Jan 4, 2021 13:11:33 GMT -5
Nico eyed Hook suspiciously for a long moment, uncertain why Hook had so suddenly changed his mind. He had been pretty firm about them not being able to handle the guns as two people. Curiosity got the better of him nonetheless, and he did as Hook instructed, attempting to roll it towards the port. He struggled a little with the rope it was tied up with, glancing at Hook to see if he was doing the right thing. Or, perhaps, to see if Hook was laughing at him. “Okay, well some of us don’t do this for a living, and the ship might be impressive, but it would be more impressive if we could actually do something with it,” he retorted, pushing up the sleeves of the jacket as he waited to see what, exactly, Hook was planning to have him do with the gun. He eyed the port, trying to catch a glimpse of anything but open water. He was sick of open water. “You know how in stories, someone always has to walk the plank? Is that an actual thing or does it just happen in stories? Also, have you ever gotten attacked my sea monsters?” Nico was somewhat distracted, the questions flowing from him a little too quickly as he paid less attention to holding them back. He was still trying to push the damn thing forward. Though he'd manage to untie it, it just wasn't moving. |
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Post by Numquam on Jan 4, 2021 13:23:46 GMT -5
Hyacin ~ Outside the Lodge ~ Iceclaw“What’s gornt?” The name didn’t sound very appealing, but Hyacin was the opposite of picky so that usually didn’t matter, especially in his semitheian form where he was able to eat a wider variety of foods. He brought a finger to his face and started to tap it, “People are only good for snacks, not enough meat or fat on their bones.” They could serve as a decent meal if he was in his smaller form, but he usually only ate Theians under certain circumstances. Most Theians had terrible diets, so their meat didn’t always taste pleasant anyway. “Fish’s my favourite, but I like any meat too! Mom really likes ung-...unglu-... un-gul-ate and my other mom likes chicken, so we eat a lot of those.” Hyacin’s eyes lit up. “We got crystal places too! Sometimes they’re stones and sometimes they’re ice.” Oftentimes they were regular forests or caves with plenty of crystals, but rarely one can find an entire location full of them. “The forest we grew up in had a bunch of crystals growing everywhere, we used them to hunt and stuff.” “What colour is your blood, Mr. Baldy?” If Rex had allowed him to take a bite, he wouldn’t need to have asked! “Can your armour handle acid being spit on you? I’m sure we can find some!” “Eh? To be honest, I dunno how long humans live for either.” He guessed it was similar to Theians, reaching a couple hundred years by the end of their lifespan. Hyacin lifted a brow, “Clone? Like in those sci-fi movies? You sure you’re not messing with me?” His suspicions of being pranked on had returned. “A little past a thousand? Maybe two?” It depended on the species of dragon, but most Elisian dragons lived to around two thousand. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 4, 2021 13:41:38 GMT -5
Rue blinked, her eyes moving down the the sword. It was heavy,..but then, she was strong. He was right. Her heart rebelled at the thought, but she knew he was. She stared for a moment, unable to move. Then her hand closed around the hilt and she looked up, her eyes wide but determined. “I know.” She repeated. “I know what I have to do.” Daud | Lodge | Rue
Satisfaction and maybe a hint of pride flickered through Daud. He had hoped Rue had it in her, and she was not disappointing. "If you would like," he said, "I can teach you things that will help you win." From what she had told him, stealth was going to be her greatest ally. The element of surprise was crucial for someone of her size and strength, especially against larger opponents.
Rue | Lodge | IceclawRue nodded a little and looked up to search his expression, her own eyes wide and determined.
“There’s...something else you should know about me before you agree to help.” She murmured. It was only fair he understood what he was getting himself into, and she refused to lie to someone who genuinely wanted to help. Besides, he would find out the moment he tried to teach her anything, anyway.
“I’m not human anymore.” She said quietly. “I was, and everyone else in the Games are. But...I let Myrnin turn me. I’m a vampire.”
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Post by strider on Jan 4, 2021 15:30:31 GMT -5
“Yes,” Orpheus answered quietly, sending a small smile Λ’s direction. “You’re a very good friend.” He was silent for a few moments, trying to consolidate his thoughts. Why did he think Λ was a good friend? It wasn’t as though he had any experience to go off of, friends weren’t something he’d ever had the luxury of having before. Acquaintances, sure, but never people he could consider friends. Mr. Hermes knew a lot of people. The gods all seemed to see Orpheus as a child – and he was, in a way, he was barely into adulthood, and he would always be far younger than them – and the few humans that Hermes interacted with treated him as a god and seemed uncertain how to react to Orpheus. Particularly when he played for them. Perhaps Orpheus would have to find a job when the quest was over. Beyond Calais, there weren’t very many of the crew that Orpheus was interested in staying in touch with. And Calais was a god. He sighed softly, shaking the thought from his head. It was easier to focus on the House, on the one man Orpheus knew he could consider a friend. The one person who, somehow, felt the same about him. “You told me about the House, which… I suppose anyone would do, but you’ve been kind to me when I’ve spoken about trying to change it. Somehow, you’re willing to believe that maybe I can, even if the House is cruel and bigger than any one person. You’re willing to help. And you noticed my fingertips. Not only that, but you went out of your way to do something about it when there was absolutely no expectation that you should. And you’re willing to listen to me ramble when I don’t quite understand the point of what I’m saying,” Orpheus gave a small smile at that. “I’ve never really had friends before. But I do know that you’re a good one.” He smiled, brushing back a strand of hair near Λ’s temple. It wasn’t long enough to cover his eyes anymore, but still. Orpheus tilted his head as he listened to Λ’s attempt to work through it, very carefully braiding one of the longer strands of hair. The braid didn’t hold, but that didn’t matter. It was sort of charming, sticking out from the rest of Λ’s hair. He quickly brushed it away, trying to think of possibilities himself. “What can you do without knowing exactly what they know?” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 4, 2021 17:40:23 GMT -5
That was unexpected. L had never really expected to be anyone’s friend, much less a good one. What made him a good friend? Surely what he’d done, others would have as well, and done even better. He had failed to grab the food, for example, that he had intended for Orpheus to try. He wasn’t sure how friends worked, truthfully, or what Orpheus expected, but he thought he was likely to fail at this particular challenge. It wasn’t a comfortable thought...he didn’t want to fail Orpheus, especially not since he was the first friend the other man had ever had. Which was unfortunate for him, as Orpheus deserved to be friends with people who weren’t…well, L. He shook his head a little. They were friends now, and L was going to do his absolute best not to mess it up. He didn’t know what that meant exactly, but he would try, and he was good at thinking through problems and finding solutions. Perhaps treating this as a case would work…. Thinking about this was preferable by far to thinking about his own world. He tapped his leg, the discomfort from his clothes and his hair and the shoes making it very hard to think clearly. L looked up as Orpheus continued to speak, and his eyes widened a little, his head tilting. “Those things make me a good friend?” He asked hesitantly, his eyes watching Orpheus carefully as he considered him. “I like being around you. I don’t like seeing you in pain, and I especially don’t like the people causing it, whatever excuses they have. And I enjoy hearing you talk about things.” If that was all being friends required, then it was going to be very easy not to fail, as those things L did because he wanted to, and he wouldn’t like to stop. “In that case...being your friend is quite easy.” He told Orpheus simply. He didn’t look up as Orpheus kept brushing his hair back, and he considered the question, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He couldn’t see the braid, naturally, so he didn’t notice it as Orpheus brushed it away. He focused on the problem at hand instead. “I don’t know...” he admitted, frowning slightly. “I don’t have any equipment. Not even a computer. I don’t know what I can hope to accomplish without those things.” He breathed out, attempting to control the terror threatening to overwhelm him the more he thought about this. “Orpheus…” he said quietly, tilting his head to try and catch the other blinker’s eye. “You understand that the chances of my surviving the night are roughly 13%, yes?” His tone was clinical, detached. He didn’t want to get Orpheus’ hopes up for nothing, didn’t want to lead him into believing this was likely to go anywhere but tragedy. Or victory, for his enemies. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 4, 2021 20:30:48 GMT -5
Once again, Myrnin cut off his singing. This time he looked back at the Primarch, but he found even his neck to be a bit stiff. Both eyebrows rising, Myrnin tried to work out how to respond. "Just look for a building," he said after a long second. "Any building will do, even if it's small." He had no idea what buildings or sizes of them Sandalphon was used to, so he was just hoping that one answer or another would produce an outcome where it wasn't just Vincent dragging along two popsicle vampires. Speaking of, Vincent was being so aaaaaaannoying, ignoring Myrnin like this. Myrnin pouted. Eh, who needed him. He had his friend. "Do you wanna sing one of your songs?" he asked Rue. His jaw was a bit stiff too. Movement only helped so much. Things would still freeze. But it was indeed helping, say, stop his blood from freezing. He just didn't know if he was singing any songs that Rue knew. ~∂єѕтιиу ®Hawkpath® HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt |
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Post by strider on Jan 5, 2021 0:44:55 GMT -5
“Humidity is alright,” Orpheus mused, “although… less-so when it’s cold. I’d prefer hot and humid to cold and humid.” Perhaps that was just because he was outside without a jacket. The cold would have been more tolerable with layers. However… he was from an island kingdom, where things were, for the most part, very warm. It was far more pleasant there than it was here, even if the island tended to be humid. He glanced at Julius for a long moment before nodding. “I’m… sure I would enjoy sailing more if I were with a nicer group of people,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I’m a fan of the ocean. I like seeing the fish beneath the surface, and the way the sun seems warmer on the water. But it’s completely ruined by poor company.” He didn’t even consider the possibility of getting seasick. He’d been on boats for about as long as he could remember, but he’d never tried to sail as far as his crew was going now. “Well,” Orpheus considered, grateful to be inside, “If the House blinks us outside at some point, it would be hard to tell if we were in a room or just the House’s idea of a front yard.” What would the front yard of the House even look like? Would it lead out into the middle of a busy street, or would it be entirely different? Would it have some sort of a view? A forest? Orpheus shut down the thought, instead looking at Julius. He had stopped shivering as the warmth rushed over him, and a cursory glance told him that the fire was still burning. Good. “I’m not sure about the decorations,” he admitted, looking around. “They weren’t explained to me.” He reached up to touch a snowflake decoration that hung from the ceiling, then looked over at the other blinker. “What’s Nadividad?” he asked, stumbling over the pronunciation of the unfamiliar word. “If it has decorations like these, it sounds nice.” |
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Post by wyldcard on Jan 5, 2021 21:04:03 GMT -5
Jason & Demon | The Living Room
A Fox blinked into the living room. It looked around for a few minutes, confused, and then proceeded to have an anxiety attack. “WHEREAMITHISDOESNOTLOOKLIKENEWYORK-“
Jason had no clue where he was, or how he’d gotten there, just that he was now in a completely unfamiliar location. Upon blinking into the house for the first time, the second the initial shock had worn off, that’s when The panic kicked in. He dashed off into a corner of the room and tried to hide under a piece of furniture- except a horn that had just grown out of his head got stuck, his form shifted, and his fur became darker, and his voice changed, which was all probably very strange to witness. ”Okay, calm down. We don’t know where this place is, but at least we don’t seem to be in any real danger.” “Speak for yourself!” The fox’s original voice came back- was he talking to himself? “We just WOKE UP in a RANDOM ROOM in GOD KNOWS WHERE. Do you know how many horror movies could start like that?!”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 5, 2021 21:34:44 GMT -5
Ononoki | Living Room | Jason & demon
A new blinker in the Paradox House usually needed comforting, and the wrong person for the job appeared at just that moment. Her yellow galoshes hit the ragged carpet silently and Ononoki stared ahead with her green eyes. They landed on a creature... a panicking creature. A creature that was running into a corner.
"What are you doing there?... I said with a posed look," she murmured in monotone, even though her look wasn't posed. It wasn't anything but neutral. She looked like a normal girl, aside from the colorful hair. Her mechanically stiff striped legs brought her over to Jason and she bent at the waist to look at him.
"Are you... talking to yourself?" Monotone again. She had seen aberrations like this before, but this one seemed so solid. Not ghostlike or anything.
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Post by wyldcard on Jan 5, 2021 22:07:54 GMT -5
Jason & Demon | The Living Room | Ononoki
”Yes, and no.” one of the voices replied. ”I’m not him, but we share a body, so technically in that sense, yes.” This second voice seemed to be very calm, and much more collected than the other one had been. “Stop confusing them!” The first voice came back. “I’m Jason, and the one currently SCREWING UP MY BODY is Demon. We’re stuck together, and I THOUGHT I SAID NO HORNS-“ The voice apparently called “demon” seemed to be the one in control of the body at the moment, as two rather sharp-looking horns had grown on top of the fox’s head. ”Hey, if we need to defend ourselves, this would make it easier. That, and I’m more comfortable with horns.”
Watching this fox seemingly have an argument with himself might have been rather amusing, or concerning, depending on however the spectator chose to view the situation. After a minute or so of bickering with himself, the fox sat down and looked up at the strange person who had approached him earlier. It seemed like one of the two sides had finally won! ”So, uh... Jason wants to know where we are, and how we got here. He also told me to try reading one of the books around here, but nahhhhh, reading is boring, I’d rather find some food or something-“
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 5, 2021 22:23:50 GMT -5
Ononoki | Living Room | Jason & Demon
The girl in the yellow galoshes stared down this fox, unfazed by the bickering. It was like her mind was somewhere else, but maybe that somewhere was actually just a nowhere. Was there even anything going on in her brain?
"Oh..." Ononoki's eyes pierced straight through Jason, or rather Demon at the moment, and hit the floor behind him. She was processing his questions, perhaps. Were they questions? She seemed to be forgetting what he said already. Something about books.
"Oh, yes... We have books right here... I said with a posed look." She stood straighter again and turned to the bookshelf next to them, taking one out of its place and letting the others fall over to fill in the space. The first part of what he said had already slipped her mind completely at this point.
The doll girl was opening the book to the center now, turning it toward him to show the blank pages. It was genuinely her first time seeing this too.
"Wow." Somehow her tone was even flatter than before. "There is nothing."
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Post by wyldcard on Jan 5, 2021 22:31:29 GMT -5
Jason & Demon | The Living Room | Ononoki
”Wow. Like, I knew reading was going to be boring, but... wow. I’m actually impressed. Well, now that that’s done, I’m off to find either food or a way to cause as much chaos as is possible within the span of five minutes! ...No, Jason, I’m not letting you take over again, stop asking, and just let me have fun for once-“ he started to walk off, but froze in place for a moment, before stopping entirely in his tracks. “S-sorry about him.” Jason said, a bit relieved to be back, and just in time too. “Do we know... anything about this place? It’s not some murder game show, right? Please tell me it’s not a murder game show.”
Jason seemed to be a lot more fidgety and frightened than Demon had been, but of the two, his reaction was probably more appropriate considering their current situation. The fox had no way of knowing where this place was, how he’d ended up there, or how he could get out- let alone if getting out was even possible.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 5, 2021 23:04:46 GMT -5
Ononoki | Living Room | Jason & Demon
Her hands slowly unclenched from the book and it dropped to the floor, slamming shut. Ononoki blinked her eyes passively as she followed Demon. Wait- it was Jason again. This was getting a little confusing. Not to worry, no matter how much she was about to get the two of them mixed up, she probably wouldn't notice at all. Blissful ignorance right there.
"It is like a murder game show," she informed him with no hesitation. "...I said with a posed look." She seemed to be saying that after every statement. Then, she moved on to what was the more pressing matter for her. "You keep changing. You should pick one or the other. How is anyone supposed to know what is going on with you?" The girl's hands hung limply at her sides now. She was following this newcomer wherever he went, because that was what she was good at: following. She wasn't trying to keep an eye on him or anything, but someone probably should, before he hurt himself.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 6, 2021 3:54:12 GMT -5
"I know," said Myrnin in astonishment, with the same amount of seriousness. "I'm a great baker and yet here we are!" He turned his attention completely to Kelsier and brightened a bit when he got excited about it being a flower cookie cutter. He beamed when he stabbed the dough again. Then he clapped his hands when Kelsier found and used the candy cane. The vampire excitedly pointed to the other man and said, "Can I have you every room? Pretty please?" He looked around at the array of cookie cutters and found one that looked like a fish. He pressed it in a couple times, then looked around for another cookie cutter. "You don't have a lot of flowers?" he asked. He had noticed how Kelsier reacted to both the cookie cutter and the resident holiday flower. "Should I bring some next time I come?" If he could get his hands on any, that was. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 6, 2021 3:55:28 GMT -5
Myrnin | Heart of the Woods | w/ Rowlin AuranskyMyrnin wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed that the stone didn't share information about places it hadn't been. He supposed in the long run it made sense, even if it was slightly disappointing to know that he couldn't find out more about Rowlin's past. The slightly warmer temperatures weren't something he could pick up on other than knowing it from the images the stone was showing. He flexed his fingers, hoping to work some warmth that he couldn't feel back into them. But there was no luck there. He sighed. How disappointing. He'd have to wait. He watched the hikers, wondering the exact nature of their journey. It was like the House was illustrating a mystery for them. He wondered why it was. He didn't voice this thought, since clearly Rowlin still didn't believe this was the House. Anyway ... He watched until the story to be told seemed to be over with. It was a good start, at the very least, when it came to knowing what they should be doing. Heading north. He turned to face Rowlin again, flexing his fingers while he did. "Seems like as good a start as any. Are there more rocks like that about?" Might help, particularly if he needed to warm up. As it stood that had, what? bought him a couple extra minutes. Sadly not being warm blooded - being essentually a container full of liquid that could freeze - didn't help matters much. Even still, he managed to rub his hands together and eye the rock a bit more. "Now wouldn't I like to know every little detail possible about that. But I also like not freezing." He proceeded after Rowlin as he started walking north. "Oh the journies which we must take. You seem quite in your element. No skeletons you want to tell me about while we're bonding?" He'd rather not address the previous statement about his family. The ones he could remember were long gone or maybe on their way out. He wouldn't know. It was difficult to hold onto such notions when this was the situation. So he didn't add any more detail to what he had said. |
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Post by wyldcard on Jan 6, 2021 9:05:23 GMT -5
Jason & Demon | The Living Room | Ononoki
”WOO! MURDER GAME SHOW!” Well, at least one of them seemed happy about that. “We don’t really get to just pick- more like we just fight each other until one of us comes out on top for a bit or we come to an agreement. It’s like having a roommate who inhabits your body and IS MOST CERTAINLY NOT WELCOME.” Jason explained, until he was interrupted. ”Hey, it wasn’t my choice to get stuck in here.” “Well, you certainly made yourself right at home, didn’t you?” The fox let out an exhausted sigh. “But that’s beside the point. We should investigate to see if we can find any clues about this place- also, you’ve said the thing about the posed look a few times, uh... if you don’t mind me asking, why is that?”
This one, Jason, seemed to be more curious than his counterpart- and possibly more intelligent. He was certainly asking more questions and seemed a bit more hesitant to run directly into danger, anyways. The fox walked over to one of the books and opened it, finding the pages to be blank. He grabbed another book from the shelf- surprise surprise, that one was blank too. Who needed all these blank books? Nobody seemed to be drawing in them, anyways, so an artist of some kind was probably ruled out- none of this made sense!
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 6, 2021 11:39:32 GMT -5
Ononoki | Living Room | Jason & Demon
Ononoki stopped in her tracks, her green eyes still on the fox creature.
"You don't like it?" she asked, about the posed look phrase. She had been using it for quite a while now, both in her world and here.
When he started searching the bookshelf, she stood in place rather than following him anymore. Jason was easier to keep track of, it seemed. Ononoki herself had not investigated in this room; the last time she had been here, she had just been leaving it and going to the hallway. It was another story for others, but there wasn't much difference to her between this place and the 'dangerous' rooms.
She was standing so perfectly still now that she looked like a robot that had powered down. Without being prompted by any questions to answer or places to go, this girl probably wouldn't do anything.
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Post by wyldcard on Jan 6, 2021 13:14:39 GMT -5
Jason & Demon | The Living Room | Ononoki
”Well, uh- it’s not that I don’t like it, I just found it a bit... unusual? Although, to be fair, everything is unusual here. Blank books, no clear exit from the building- I’m just a bit overwhelmed, I guess...” ”He’s trying to say he’s sorry if he offended you or something.” “...Yeah... Sorry... “ Jason had an apologetic look on his face, and sat down for a moment to try and collect his thoughts.
The fox almost didn’t notice when two small wings sprouted from his back, clearly non-functional, as they were far too small to actually lift him off the ground. When he did finally notice, he just rolled his eyes and ignored it. The wings were probably Demon’s way of telling Jason that he was bored and wanted to cause C H A O S or just explore the house. “Fine, you can take over in a minute, just let me get used to all this first-“
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 6, 2021 15:49:43 GMT -5
Ononoki | Living Room | Jason & Demon
"Offended..." Ononoki's echo was drawn out slowly into the air. Either she didn't know what the word 'offended' meant, or she didn't manage to connect it to this situation.
It should have been obvious that Jason needed to be comforted, but she operated like usual, cold and distant. He would just have to wait for someone else to blink in for emotional support. In the meantime, maybe Demon coming back into control was for the better. It depended on how dangerous things got, and how durable this newcomer was.
"You're strange, Little Fox... I said with a posed look." There it was. The nickname, which Ononoki was bound to give each blinker upon meeting them. On the thought of meeting other blinkers, she remembered The Doctor in particular. That one would probably have some guidance to share with the newcomer. Surely that would be useful. Ononoki gave it a try, even though her details and tone of voice were severely lacking, "You won't be here for long. You'll be taken back to where you came from momentarily. But then you'll be back, probably."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 7, 2021 4:20:22 GMT -5
This time Sam managed to avoid the oncoming snowball, giggling a bit as he did. He dodged aside, to the left, blurring just a little out of instinct rather than choice. There was a lot of that going on. Making him forget for just a second that everything was okay. That things weren't very weird all around when it came to what he had to do. Then again, what he had to do was just exist as comfortably as possible, so there was a lot to be said about that. "Ha ha ha!" he said, just running away mostly. "Can't catch me!" He could tell from how Nico was moving that he was getting cold, so Sam half started to loops around the building, using it as cover. They'd probably be able to finish off their game by the time they worked their way back. He didn't reach down to make any more snowballs. Since he was getting closer to shadows, that seemed a bit too risky. |
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Post by Numquam on Jan 7, 2021 16:27:17 GMT -5
Julius ~ In the Lodge ~ striderJulius grunted in agreement; his part of the jungle was low in altitude, so even on rainy nights he rarely had to worry about the cold. “Dry cold hits differently, but it makes it f---ing harder to breathe.” Scratchy, cold, and dry air irritated him as much as it irritated his nose and throat. “I suppose that’s fair,” he sighed. He loathed working for the organisation he did and it was almost entirely because of the other soldiers he was stuck with. “Shitty company will make you feel bloody miserable.” He had lost count how many times he fought the urge to strangle his squadmates. “I prefer the ocean from the comfort of a beach.” Julius was more of a forest kind of guy. "At least if I get lost, it's easier to manage." “So, how do you know this lodge isn’t a room either?” There could be a discreet way of having to solve this room for all they knew. Did the other blinkers simply give up and decided to stay in the comfort of the lodge? He supposed he couldn’t blame them if they weren’t suited up for the cold. It wasn’t worth freezing to death. The decorations made Julius wonder if other worlds also had their own version of the holiday. Clearly not all of them did, judging by Orpehus’ comment. “It’s a holiday in my world,” he started, taking a few moments to gather his explanation, “to celebrate the birth of one of the gods. Ptisians believe he did much for Theia, so they quite like him.” He only knew the basics of the religion thanks to his mother. "I can't speak for the other worlds. These decorations aren't fully the same, so who knows." He wasn't sure how to feel about the look of the lodge. The holidays always made him feel bittersweet. |
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Post by Auransky on Jan 8, 2021 3:25:35 GMT -5
Rowlin | Heart of the Woods | mintedstar/furThe images portrayed came and went, and while it was nice to see that it hadn't been snowing it that image, he had some new concern that involved the interpretation before. Between the expressions of the young adults, and the two older; their attention and the urgency, there was many bad signs-that were just red alerts in all forms of communication. Rowlin had proceeded forward out of the clearing , heading north west-as previously mentioned. His attention glanced at Myrnin who wasn't happy but keeping up. Yet Myrnin's expression was also sending mixed signals, was it the weather, the echo, or something else? "Yea." He nodded, making his way through the storm, but keeping close for Myrnin. The last thing he wanted to do was seperate-or worse leave an opening under these harsh conditions. "These stones, or echoes known in this region exist and are scattered world wide. They appear differently, sometimes damaged tampered, or beaten to natural causes or otherwise, but they all carry the same condition. To navigate through these woods, some of the local shamans were kind enough to allow me use of this crystal." He held out back for Myrnin to see the now dimmly lit blue crystal. "It lights up rapidly when coming close to contact with an echo. There exists plenty more types of crystals, and many other objects that react to other things as well." He further explained, recalling anything he might have missed. "Generally, this crystal will react to all the echos found in this territory, but can also react to others elsewhere. I didn't have mine at hand, so hence I'm borrowing this one." He tried to smile, but with Myrnin slowing down, he started to slightly frown. "If I had a pocket on me, I'd be able to pull out a sweater or something to help ya warm up." He frowned slightly at the thought. "But as I mentioned prior, I came basically with the least plausible amount of magicware, to prevent further disruption of this area-but.." He trailed off at the thought of an alternative. Yet- he couldn't think of much else. "Y-Yea... I... don't know where or how we'd find something in this secluded side of the woods..." He shrugged proceeding onwards, not sure how to change the situation. Sometimes he wished the weather could just change at will- shame he didn't have an elemental or a dragon by him to make it possible. They continued onwards, and it seemed like they were going further and further north. The crystal, wrapped around his wrist by a thread was still dimly lit, with occasional beats of light, indicating echoes in the distance-but as they proceeded onwards, the beats also died, indicating different directions. His green gaze would look back at Myrnin who despite the situation kept up, and also broke the new silence as they proceeded onwards. "O-Oh.." He blinked at the statement. "Well..." He slightly glimpsed up hoping to see the trees above their heads, but the mist was getting thicker as they proceeded further. He shrugged at the statement, seeing a faint bit of his breath as he exhaled, but the mist was thick that he couldn't really tell. "I'm actually cold..." He somewhat turned his head back. "Whether i'm wearing my attire, or not, I'm still cold. This just helps me be less cold, then I actually already am." He admitted his cold from the weather. "I just kinda got used to it... can't fight this change... but I can find ways to make life bearable." He turned slightly sideways, removing his red scarf that he had tightly wrapped around his neck, the long tail ends were actually tucked within his coat-as seen, while he was pulling it out. "Our heights are drastically different, but, this is a start..." He had successfully removed the scarf, and reached out to hand it to Myrnin. With the scarf removed, the coat had been revealed to be a turtle neck. "If you want to protect your back, you could wear this coat around your shoulders. It would be short, but it settles nicely on the back and would keep the back warm from the cold, and repeal the snow." He kindly offered with a gentle smile. "I'm just as cold as you, but I wont freeze; instead my body temperature already happens to be at a very cold temp, just a sign that I'm growing up..." He would of waved in a dismissive manner, or smiled, or even chuckled at the comment, but instead his gaze darkened as his voice trailed off. He hated the statement just as much as the reality behind the statement. I'm at the point where I want to reach maturity to stop feeling cold-but at the same time, I absolutely never want to reach that point..."-Anyways...have you herd of the Westward expansion?" He turned away, slowly unbuttoning his coat, if Myrnin wanted it to settle on his back, to hand to the other vampire. "The cowboys, vaqueros, ranchers, or rancheros?" He looked up ahead, trying to push away from his last statement. "I grew up in those times." His head dipped a bit, looking down but enough to still focus on navigating further ahead. "Traveling across territories, and states. The weather differs, especially depending on that time of the year." He reflected on the days of the pony express, the high point of the riding horses, the miners and the westward expansion behind it. "Not sure how old you are, but something tells me, you are much older then me." His attention had continued forward, as he had taken a sharp left to get around some fallen trees up ahead. "So... for me to talk about the romanticism behind the cowboys, the rough boys, the fights, and the travel... it must be something so short lived for ya, huh?" He turned his head slightly back to read Myrnin's expression. "For me, that was everything... my life, my experiences, my nightmares..." He slowly looked away, his eyes softening. "It's the biggest reason I feel ... well fine out here... though my family was on the wealthier side, my parents fled west when my mother's side of the family had nothing but objections to my father period." He took in a deep breath and exhaled once more, his breath nearly visible with the thick veil of mist. "We still had a good life out west, better then most sure... but my folks wanted me and my brother to live off our own merit. To be independent and capable of reacting to the situation without dependency of others." He brushed some fallen branches off to the side up ahead, as he continued onwards. "Granted... that wouldn't stop my mother's family from trying to meddle... you can basically say, that it got so bad, that we were cursed by their hate-" Rowlin had been very drawn to Myrnin's question, that he had failed to see that the crystal around his wrist had immediately begun beating rapidly near the end of the convo. To make matters worst, Rowlin's final word was rudely interrupted as he stubbed his feet against a rough obstacle, that had him trip forward and faceplant in the snow. "P-P-Pft..." He brushed the snow off his face while on the ground. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 8, 2021 12:45:50 GMT -5
Kelsier looked up, grinning and laughing a bit as Myrnin requested his universal presence. “Alas, it’s not up to me.” He answered, stabbing the dough one more time with the flower in one hand and the hook in the other. “At least…not yet it isn’t.” A mischievous expression crossed his features “maybe someday, I’ll learn to blink myself, and then you shall have me in every room you want me.” He hesitated a moment later, and s more serious expression slipped over his face. “None at all, I’m afraid.” He told the other man, then stepped back, considering him for a moment. Then, impulsively, he took out the picture of the flower he always carried and held it up for Myrnin to see. “My wife carried this all the time.” He told him, “when she was alive. She dreamed of a world full of green plants and flowers. She believe it could happen again.” He smiled a moment later. He was touched by the offer, and it showed in his expression. “Yeah, Myrnin, I would like that.” He said, his voice a little quieter. |
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Post by strider on Jan 9, 2021 1:51:29 GMT -5
“Yes,” Orpheus murmured softly, tilting his head to get a better look at Λ. The truth was, he didn’t know the first thing about what made someone a good friend versus a bad one, but he knew what Λ did that endeared him, and he knew the way he felt when his friend did those sorts of things for him. He couldn’t actually think of anything more Λ could have done that would make him a better friend. He had gone above and beyond Orpheus’ threshold for a good friend, which was based almost entirely on Hermes’ friends, and the fantasy Orpheus had built up in his head about what friendship could be like. He had thought, originally, that his standards were too high. That was, at least, until Λ had surpassed every last one of Orpheus’ expectations. “I think,” Orpheus murmured softly, gently untangling a knot that had formed in Λ’s hair. Whatever he had done to dye it had made it not quite as soft as Orpheus remembered it from after it snowed. He tried to shake the thought away. Whether or not Λ’s hair was soft was not very important at the moment. “I think that if it’s difficult to be friends with someone, then maybe you just aren’t meant to be friends with that person.” He shrugged softly, meeting Λ’s gaze with a soft smile. “I find it really easy to care about you and want you safe, and… be your friend, I guess. And if you find it easy to care that I’m not hurt, and you don’t mind listening to me… then maybe that just means we were a good fit to be friends. Mr. Hermes has said that sometimes people just aren’t meant to like each other. I… don’t think we have that problem.” It was a lot easier to think about that than it was to think about the fact that Λ was in danger. That thought hurt deep down in Orpheus’ chest. “You can… I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know what a computer is… but there’s nothing you can do without one?” He tensed just a little, his fingertips falling still against Λ’s scalp. He didn’t look away. He didn’t break eye contact. He owed it to his friend to be there, even if the truth was ugly. Even if it felt a little bit like being stabbed. “That’s better than nothing,” he managed softly, swallowing back the words he wanted to say. The exclamations that it wasn’t fair, that Λ had done more for the world than the people after him could ever hope to. “And I will be here. I don’t care if I can’t control my blinks, I’ll find a way, because whatever happens I’ll be here for you. You have my promise.” |
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 9, 2021 10:46:51 GMT -5
( We're officially open! )
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 9, 2021 14:04:40 GMT -5
(Hmm should I blink someone in?)
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