Non-binary
Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Jan 9, 2021 14:21:16 GMT -5
The Hollow Knight | right outside the Lodge It had been so dark, yet simultaneously so bright. It was the paradox that always existed within the chamber of the Temple of the Black Egg; the choking, cold darkness of being utterly and completely alone, combined with the burning heat and paralyzing light of the infection, that The Hollow Knight could still feel their internal void that they had been born with trying desperately to choke out and stifle. It never worked, of course. They knew it would never work, but their body tried desperately to contain that wretched heat anyways. A valiant, but ultimately futile, effort, as it always was and always would be.Until it suddenly wasn't.All at once, the unbearable heat and hateful screaming in their mind were both gone- as were the chains keeping them bound in the air, apparently, as the tall vessel found themselves lurching forward and dropping to the ground hard. Surprisingly, their landing was cushioned; something soft, white and very, very cold had made the blow quite gentle on their shell. They were in a bit of an awkward position for a few minutes, laying facedown in the snowbank and trying desperately to stand back up; it was hard, between only having one arm to push up with and how weak their body felt after it had been ravaged by the blazing grasp of the infection for so long. Still, even without the snow, their wounds seemed to be... cooling, leaving brown scars behind where fiery orange bubbles had once torn out of them.
What was going on?
Finally able to bring themselves to stand, The Hollow Knight grasped around their own body, attempting to take note of... well, for one thing, if any of this was real. Sure, they had always been able to teleport, but only a relatively short distance, and they certainly hadn't been able to use that ability with the chains and the seal of binding keeping them firmly in place for the rest of time. So where were they now, and how was it that they were here? Small, white flakes fell from the air, and they felt soothing against their body; the feverish heat they had felt inside themselves for so long was still dying down, and these snowflakes felt very calming, helping their body recover faster from the burning plague that had once tortured them.
Cautiously, their empty gaze scanned the area, trying to see if there were any other bugs nearby as their cloak- which was, notably, the only piece of clothing they had to protect them from the cold- billowed behind them in the wind. |
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Bisexual
Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Jan 9, 2021 14:47:13 GMT -5
Shilo Saga | The Lodge | The Hollow Knight ( Tidestripe)
It must have been Christmas time in the House, considering that instead of the regular House, Shilo found herself in the lodge. She saw a flash of movement outside of the Lodge window and stepped over to see someone, or something, in the snow. Without hesitation the woman made her way outside, despite the cold. "Hey, you alright?" She asked to creature. She was cautious not to get too close, but she wasn't sure if this was the first blink for the creature or if it was some kind of trap or trick of the House, or maybe it was just a resident she hadn't met yet. Either way, she refuse to get much closer than 10 ten feet. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 9, 2021 16:03:42 GMT -5
 Not all shadows are equal. I've found that the most beautiful are cast by the moon   Mordecai appeared, darting around a tree and looking back over his shoulder, his mask up and hood pulled low over his face. If he could just find a way to blend in… he froze as he suddenly found himself standing in the snow outside the window of a cabin. “How…” he murmured, briefly confused before he remembered the strange “House” he’d visited not too long ago. It hadn’t looked anything like this, but each time had been different so maybe it was still a part of it.
For awhile the shade just stood there, looking through the window before he heard the sound of unfamiliar voices around the side of the building. He was a bit uncomfortable with the idea of approaching the other blinkers, but his last blinks had gone alright so he cautiously walked around the side of the lodge to where he could see them. A woman with energy that seemed human, and a ra’Seirri- no, he corrected himself, someone from another world. He raised a hand in greeting but kept a distance, glancing between the two as he tried to get an idea of how the would react, both to each other and to him.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Jan 9, 2021 16:14:06 GMT -5
| Eurydice | Lodge | As the stalemate between the group of newbies lapsed into a moment of tense silence, Eurydice blinked out back into her own world. | Victoria | Kindergarten room | With L, Will, and Asami | Victoria wagged her tail as the conversation between the humans became less tense. She tilted her head at Asami's words, taking in her meaning before wagging her tail (entire body, to be more honest) even more. "Yeah, we're the same! Well, kinda, 'cause I'm a wolf and you're... you, but yeah. And sometimes we're scary even if we don't try to be. But I hope you get more friends so more people know you're not scary, too! We should be friends! What's your name? I'm Victoria!" |
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Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Jan 9, 2021 16:39:44 GMT -5
There was the sound of snow crunch under someone's foot and Shilo turned her head to find another person she'd yet to meet. They seemed to at least have some idea what the House was, at least, which made her job a bit easier. The woman responded to his wave with a wave of her own. "I'm Shilo," she told him, not wanting to waste any time. She didn't want to admit it, but it was actually pretty cold outside of the Lodge, and while Shilo did enjoy the snow, she preferred it when she had clothes more built for that weather. Her thin, flexible pants didn't do much to keep her legs warm, and while she did have her leather jacket on, the t-shirt underneath didn't provide much protection for what the open jacket didn't cover. At least her feet were warm. The leather gloves she wore didn't do much to protect from the cold.
"Do you want to head inside?" She asked the two, gesturing toward to Lodge. "Don't get me wrong, I like freezing to death as much as the next person, but I don't really feel like dying here." Again. How long had it been since she last died in the House anyway? Technically, she hadn't died last time... Had it been in the fight against Kaia? She pushed the thought away, not wanting to think of the Guardian she missed still dearly missed. |
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Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Jan 9, 2021 16:56:52 GMT -5
The Hollow Knight | outside the lodge | @Nightwisher --cato phoenixSomebody was speaking to them.
Before The Hollow Knight could even get a good look at who or what it was, the first, immediate reaction they felt was their chest tightening in a surge of panic. It had been so long since they had last had to put on their perfect, pure face for someone; since they had last had to put on their empty facade. When their empty eyes settled upon the strange creature that had gotten their attention, the panic gave way only a tiny bit to confusion; what... was this thing? They certainly weren't a bug. Whatever it was, it looked... very soft. How was it supposed to protect itself without a shell like that? The Hollow Knight reached their one arm out hesitantly, trying to see if the creature would allow them to touch it.
The sound of snow crunching made them flinch, shifting around to take a look at the other newcomer as quickly as their injured, still healing body would allow. Which wasn't all that fast. They did not speak, nor make any sound at all as their gaze darted between the two, bizarre, definitely-not-a-bug strangers. Even if they had a voice to speak with, they honestly wouldn't have had any idea about what to say in a situation like this... it was all too confusing.
If this was some kind of dream, at least it was a far more pleasant one than what that moth god normally subjected them to.
One of the strangers- Shilo, she had apparently called herself- was speaking again, gesturing towards an odd building that stood out against the fields of vast whiteness. She had asked a question, it seemed, about if the group wanted to head inside. Hesitantly, the vessel nodded, the movement just barely noticeable. They weren't sure if they could show their true self around these strange beings, or if they would report the impurity to their father.
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Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Jan 9, 2021 17:33:14 GMT -5
Shilo turned her attention back to the bug like creature she'd come out to meet to see that it was reaching its arm out to touch her, she took a step back as a sign that it wasn't alright. However, there was nothing aggressive or disgusted about the step, or the look that the assassin gave the knight afterwards. It was just a simple no with very little meaning behind it. Of course, there was her fear of touch, but she had had enough time to react that it hadn't really reared its head.
At the nod of agreement from the bug creature, Shilo turned on her heel and started toward the Lodge. The other could follow, or stay out in the snow, it was up to him. The woman pushed the door to the Lodge open and held it for a few moments until the knight was close enough to hold it himself before she let go and put distance between herself and the others again. "Alright, well," it had been quite a while since she'd had to give this speech. There was an odd excitement to it.
"Like I said, my name is Shilo. Shilo Saga. I've been a resident here for... well years." The exact time wasn't really important, and almost impossible to explain. "This is the Paradox House," she explained, gesturing around at the main room of the Lodge. "Well, sort of. Every year around Christmas, I guess, it changes into this place. We call it the Lodge. Uh," she clapped her hands together, wondering if this creature actually understood what she was saying. Then again, the House had always helped with language barriers before. "Basically, the Paradox House pulls people from any world, dimension, timeline, or time and put them all here." She spoke with her hands emphasize her words. "The real catch, if that wasn't enough, is that every room in the House is... special. It's hard to explain, you kind of have to experience it for yourself, but they can be dangerous so don't go alone." She gave one last look around the room. "I think that's about it. It's been a while since I had to explain all this, I'm a little rusty."
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 10, 2021 9:18:54 GMT -5
Mordecai started to reply to the woman- Shilo she’d said- but stopped when he noticed the creature slowly reaching toward her. He narrowed his eyes slightly, frowning behind his mask as he watched the two. The bug-like creature seemed to be injured, but not particularly aggressive- neither blinker seemed to be. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Unsure if he should still reply, he waited until the other two started to walk toward the building before taking one more look at the snowy forest and finally following them, still making sure to keep a bit of distance between himself and the other blinkers. Once inside he remained near the door, leaving his hood and mask as they were and glancing around the room while he listened to Shilo explaining the House to the other new blinker. It was pretty much the same thing Eises had told him when he’d first appeared in the House. “I thought I’d imagined it at first…” he admitted quietly. “But it does seem real.” The shade reached up to touch the doorframe with a gloved hand, looking at it as if he was interested in the pattern on the trim, though there was none. What Mordecai found interesting was the energy he could sense, coming not from the blinkers, but from the walls themselves. A life force of a sort, unlike anything he’d seen in his own world. He wondered if the other blinkers- the older ones like Shilo and Eises at least- had ever learned about it somehow. Or maybe the first blinker Eises had mentioned, though she was apparently dead now. He returned his attention to the other two. The odd energy was something he would mention later, or maybe never. Whether they knew about it or not they would probably want to know how he’d figured it out, and that wasn’t something he was particularly comfortable explaining… “Oh,” There wasn’t really any reason to avoid introducing himself. “I’m Mordecai.” |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jan 11, 2021 2:29:14 GMT -5
“Oh,” Orpheus replied, brows furrowing in confusion. He hadn’t noticed the dry air making it harder to breathe. Maybe he wasn’t paying as much attention as he should have been. Either way, it was unfortunate for the other blinker. “Is there anything I can help do to make it easier to breathe?” he asked after a moment, tilting his head. “I agree about the company,” he added, a small smile forming on his lips. “However… I keep thinking if I give them the benefit of the doubt, maybe they’ll be better the next time we have to make a difficult choice. So far I’ve been proven wrong every time.” He made a face, then shook the thought away and looked back at Julius. “The benefit of the crew, I suppose,” he added softly, “is that they can do all of the navigating for me. And there are enough of them that we can’t really get lost.” “Hm?” He glanced around, trying to take Julius’ question into account. “I suppose I don’t really know,” he replied, “Except that apparently the room happens around the same time of year for a lot of people, and it seems to take the place of the living room for a couple of blinks. It could be a room, I suppose, but from what I’ve heard there’s not really any danger here. Other than freezing, I suppose.” Orpheus shuddered, remembering his last encounter with the cold in the House. There had been no lodge to provide any reprieve. Orpheus listened eagerly, tilting his head just a little bit. “I suppose if that time of year is coming up… may I send birthday wishes to your god?” If the decorations were similar, they had to be out for a reason, right? Perhaps it was time to celebrate this holiday Julius had mentioned. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jan 11, 2021 3:05:42 GMT -5
Nico’s brows raised and he raced forward, following Sam as best he could. He was no match for him with speed, though, and he was out of snowballs. “Can too!” he retorted, leaning down to grab a snowball before he appeared a few feet in front of Sam, almost stumbling a little bit. He regained his balance and threw the snowball as quickly as he could manage, though he had lost the advantage of surprise. Sam would probably be able to run away from it easily, but Nico could hope, right? He wasn’t quite trembling, but he was getting cold, and his hands were pink from touching the snow without gloves. It was worth it – he felt more alive than he had in months, his eyes bright and his smile wide. “Should we call a truce?” Nico asked, brows raising. Without waiting for an answer, he plopped down into the untouched snow besides them. He stared up at the dreary sky, grateful it had allowed him and Sam this game without Sam being hurt. And, almost without thinking, he began to move his arms and legs up and down, creating a silhouette in the snow. “Care to join me?” he called up to Sam. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 11, 2021 17:54:06 GMT -5
Hange | Museum room | ®Hawkpath® strider |"And if you look to your right, you'll see the fossil section," said Quincy, pointing to a wall lined with framed dinosaur skeletons - some very small, and some fairly large, taking up nearly half a wall. In addition to the clearly dinosauric bones, there were several skeletal creatures that were not immediately recognizable - at least not to the people currently in the room. Hange wandered with them, buzzing from exhibit to exhibit as they frantically scribbled down information on a small, yellowed notepad. "Notice the difference between exhibits," they observed, muttering to themself. "These are from a much different age than those over there...and I don't recognize the design of this pottery at all from any time period..." "Yes, this is one of the largest museums available," said Quincy. If they had avoided saying "in the world", they hadn't so much as blinked as they'd done it. "You will see objects from many different places and times - it's the hope of our curators that you wouldn't recognize it all!" They gently herded the three of them through the hall, stopping every so often to comment on something as they passed it. Hange trailed behind, unable to resist occasionally lifting a small object from its display and placing it discreetly in one of their pockets.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 11, 2021 18:03:31 GMT -5
Asami | smol room | Cloverleaf ®Hawkpath® strider |"'Promise'," repeated Asami, her eye tilting once again so it was almost upside down, although it was hard to tell since it wasn't connected to a face, and the muscles behind it rearranged themselves whenever she rotated the socket. She paused before answering, trying to find the right Japanese to communicate with the small human. "'A declaration or assurance that one will do a particular thing or that a particular thing will happen'," she quoted, bringing the memory front and center. "I believe I already did 'promise', by that definition, but if you would like, I will repeat it. I will not harm either of you." Her other eye widened as Victoria mentioned the word 'friend', and something flashed through her expression, difficult to read. If someone was to speculate, it was, perhaps, some hint of an emotion. "Friends," she repeated happily, bobbing her eyestalk as she said the word. "Yes. You are Friend Number One, Victoria. I am called Tachibana Asami."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 11, 2021 20:44:57 GMT -5
Kelsier followed the others, his eyes moving almost constantly as he took in their surroundings. The museum was huge, the things it carried in it stretching from things he recognized to things he had no idea what even to call them. Sazed would have been melting into a thrilled puddle by now, he thought wryly, though it was interesting for him, too. Not as much, though. He didn’t share Hange’s enthusiasm for the place, though he did grin a little as he saw them slip something into their pocket. This being the House, he doubted stealing anything would do any good. But he had to respect them for trying. Besides...sometimes he was just fun to steal even when there was no physical reward. Not like Quincy would probably mind. They seemed pretty engrossed in their work. He glanced at Nico, who would probably not approve of what he was about to do. Then he let himself drift slightly to one side, pretending to look at something intent for a moment while he subtly slipped a small object into his pocket. There. He grinned, satisfied as he drifted back to the rest of them. His reputation as a thief had been at risk, after all. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jan 12, 2021 2:12:17 GMT -5
If Nico hadn’t been so entranced by the museum and the explanations Quincy was giving, he likely would have noticed the way Hange pocketed a few of the artifacts. The truth was, he wasn’t paying a lot of attention to them. He moved from exhibit to exhibit, taking note of the explanations beneath each artifact. He was rather grateful that those, at least, had all been translated for him by the House, even if the writing on the various pieces hadn’t. He peered at letters he had no hope of reading, at small pieces of pottery, at extravagant ballgowns and masks. The latter was the least interesting to him, though still fascinating. He had been to several museums in his lifetime. Many of them were sparse, with barely any details about things that had long since passed. Not at all like these exhibits. “Kelsier!” he hissed, chagrined. He had seen the Mistborn smuggle an artifact into his pocket. “These things come from who knows where, they’re meant to be seen by as many people as possible, not kept for personal gain!” There was no way Nico was going to see all of these worlds, or even meet people from them. How many other people had seen this room? How many had been fascinated by it like this? “What if that’s part of someone’s heritage!” He knew that was a stretch, but still. He could think of exactly no good reasons for Kelsier to be stealing. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 12, 2021 4:41:58 GMT -5
"Good!" Myrnin said very brightly. "I'll do that then!" He did sober a bit at the mention of Kelsier's dead wife. He leaned over to look at the picture, then looked at Kelsier. "Would you prefer if I brought seeds instead?" he asked softly. "To plant?" He looked between the picture and Kelsier. "Is that your dream too?" He would like to help if it was. Adjusting the tin of cookies, Myrnin felt a bit awkward. But he still moved it towards the oven. Maybe cookies would also brighten up Kelsier's face again. He disliked the somber, serious way it had twisted. He was glad the mention of flowers had removed it, but he wanted it to stay away for as long as possible. "I don't know how long they should stay in. Did you get the oven sorted?" he asked, since it was as close to a thought process as he had. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 12, 2021 4:42:50 GMT -5
(Hey hey! If there's any newbies about, I'm always free to RP. ^^ Albeit I'm a bit slow right now. Busy, busy.)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 12, 2021 13:24:03 GMT -5
Hange/Quincy | Museum room | strider ®Hawkpath® |Quincy turned to look as Nico spoke up, glancing between Kelsier and the boy with an unreadable expression on their round face. Hange, who had also caught the interaction, abandoned the pottery they'd been examining to watch and see what the House generated person would do about this infraction now that it had been pointed out. They were silent for a moment, and then something behind their eyes seemed to go blank for a moment. Then, a smile crossed their face, and they turned around, continuing to explain the origins of some preserved plants in jars near the entrance to the next section.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 12, 2021 13:33:11 GMT -5
Kelsier!Kelsier turned sharply, half expecting to see a monster or lava or spiky traps or any number of things that could possibly have made Nico sound like that. Then he met Nico’s eyes and he understood. An unexpected wave of guilt hit him and he flushed, opening his mount to defend himself, only no words escaped. He turned toward Hange, pointing at them, because technically they had started it. Not that excuses were going to get him anywhere. He turned back to Nico, every muscle on his face burning with the shame of a child caught stealing cake at midnight. He turned silently and replaced the object, trying to seem casual about it, like he had just seen something interesting and wanted a closer look. When he joined the others again, he wasn’t looking at Nico, guilt still burning in his eyes, “They started it.” He muttered as soon as he was within earshot. He glanced at Hange, then Quincy, half expecting them to turn into a dragon or shoot lightning out of their hands. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to process what had happened. “That’s the only thing, I swear.” He added, glancing sideways at Nico. Don’t be mad was written across his face, mostly his eyes, as a small winning smile curved one side of his lips up.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jan 12, 2021 15:12:33 GMT -5
“I don’t care who started it!” Nico retorted, crossing his arms. He didn’t know Hange well enough to reprimand them for artifact theft. He glanced at Quincy, surprised that the House hadn’t seemed to code them for the possibility of someone stealing the artifacts they were clearly trained to lecture on. If the House hadn’t expected anyone to try to steal its stuff, it clearly hadn’t met Kelsier. If Nico were honest, it was sort of amusing to see Kelsier looking so guilty. He couldn’t shake the feeling that had anyone else called Kelsier out for theft, he might not have reacted the same way. What did that say about Nico? What did it say about what Kelsier thought of him? If Nico weren’t careful, he was going to start overthinking these things. “So,” Nico managed, speaking just loud enough for Quincy to hear him. “Are these actual artifacts the House stole from different worlds, or are they House recreations of important artifacts? Or did the House get real artifacts in a way that didn’t involve stealing?” If the House had stolen some, who was he to tell Kelsier not to do the same? Hell, Nico might be tempted to take something as well, just to spite the House. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 12, 2021 16:10:18 GMT -5
Kelsier blinked in, arms folded, a frown resting on his features as he stared at something- someone - in front of him. “-not sure I’d say that, exactly, no.” He said, shaking his head a little. Then stumbling as the ground under him shook and threatened to knock him down. He caught a seat, digging his fingernails into it to steady himself, then looked up, scanning his surroundings. There was nothing, he was trapped in a s very strange contraption, which was.... Oh. His eyes widened as glanced out the window, and his body went stiff. “What the hell, House?” He demanded, pulling back and bumping against against seat. Right...he looked around, searching for a way out, and his eyes landed on a girl. “Hey there.” He said a little breathlessly, trying for a smile, though it was harder than it usually was. Why? He wasn’t unused to situations that could and probably would kill him. So why was his heart beating so fast? |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jan 12, 2021 16:31:56 GMT -5
“Maybe…” Nico staggered forward, face pale and expression near panicked. It wasn’t clear if he had nearly fallen because of the movement of the plane, or something in his world. Perhaps a combination of both. “[OOPS!]” he yelled, grateful nobody from his world could hear him anymore. Unfortunately, there were people here now. People that, even more unfortunately, he cared about the opinions of. He didn’t have time to process that Rae was back before he realized where they were, and he paled even more. “[oops!]” he repeated, this time more quietly. He could see out the window, the earth getting closer and closer, but not nearly close enough. They were still up incredibly high. If Nico could have cursed Zeus for this, he would have, but it wasn’t his fault. This time. He closed his eyes for just a moment, trying to fight the woozy feeling threatening to overwhelm him. When he opened his eyes again they were just a bit clearer, though he found he couldn’t quite look out the window. “Who’s flying this thing?” he managed, voice tighter than he would have liked. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 12, 2021 16:41:36 GMT -5
Sol | Airplane room | @ anyone |
Sol blinked in, halfway through eating a slightly moldy Twinkie, and her small body was immediately catapulted sideways by the force of the plane's swaying. She hit a chair and flipped over it, landing upside down with her feet hanging over the headrest.
"What the heck..." she said, her mouth still full of her coveted snack. She struggled for a moment until she was upright, and perched on the seat with her feet underneath her, feeling around in confusion as she felt first the velvet of the seats, then the weird buttons on the ceiling, and then the cold window.
"Hey!" she called impatiently, trying to stand up and almost falling over again. "Hey, are we in water? Who's here?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 12, 2021 18:44:20 GMT -5
Kelsier | Plane Crash | everyone More people blinked in, and Kelsier turned, his eyes catching on Nico for just a moment longer than the others, though he did grimace at the sight of the little kid who had almost taken his finger off. He didn’t want her here, he didn’t want any of them here, but he couldn’t help thinking first of Nico. His first thought was to curse the House for putting the boy in this situation when Kelsier knew he hated heights. His second thought was that he was not going to let him, or anyone else for that matter, die here. He also didn’t have time to deal with the memory of their last room, though it burned on the back of his mind. His chest felt very tight, and he tried to steady his breathing, tried to slow his racing heart as best he could. He would have rather faced another titan, if he was being perfectly honest. He would have rather done almost anything but be in this thing right now. A high, almost hysterical laugh escaped him. Was his hand shaking? He held it out...oh, yes it was. Stop it, Kelsier! He ordered himself harshly, gritting his teeth against the panic closing icy fingers around his throat. Pull yourself together!“A plane?” He repeated the girl’s words, his voice coming out a whole lot shakier than he would have liked it to. Ah, Nico knew what it was too, apparently. Right. Nico was here. And whatever he thought of Kel, however he felt about that he’d said, he had to be about as terrified as Kelsier himself felt. “Whoever it is, they must have misread the manual.” He answered, trying (and, at the moment, failing) to get his voice to stop being an octave too high. “It clearly stated flying, not falling.” |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jan 12, 2021 19:24:29 GMT -5
Nico’s eyes widened as Rae bumped into him, and he couldn’t help but reach out to take her arm. Whatever else was happening, she was safe, and the tiny voice in the back of his head told him that as long as he stayed close to her, he would be safe, too. “Hi, Rae,” he managed, pressing his lips into a thin smile. He was trying to steady his breathing, but it wasn’t that easy. If the air around them was colder than it had been before, it would have been almost impossible to tell. They were falling too fast for anyone to really register temperature changes. At least Rae seemed to have answered Sol’s question. He forced in a breath, then pushed himself to his feet, one hand still holding tightly to Rae’s arm. Hopefully, not tight enough to hurt. It was hard to brace against the plane seat, but he knew someone needed to get into the cockpit to at least steer the plane upwards. He doubted he was the best to do it, especially since almost all of them seemed to be panicking at least a little bit. His gaze shifted towards Kelsier, frowning at the way his voice shook, how much higher it was than normal. Kelsier wasn’t scared of anything… it was unnerving to see him like this, to see him feel the way Nico had felt in front of him plenty of times before. But Kelsier wasn’t scared of heights, so what… what was the problem here? Didn’t he have Allomancy? One look out the window reminded him that wouldn’t work, and he sank back down to where he’d fallen before. They were up too high. He stared straight ahead, breath coming in shallow gasps. “Any chance you’ve had flying lessons in the past few years?” He asked Rae, his nervousness seeping into his voice. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 12, 2021 19:31:13 GMT -5
Sol | Airplane room | @ anyone |
Sol took a moment to close her eyes, focusing on the sounds around her in an attempt to better sort out what everyone was saying, as well as what was going on. Whatever they were on, it was making a loud roaring sound, and jerking them around like waves - which was why she'd asked the other person if they were in the water.
Plane. She remembered that word, faintly - just a sound in her mind - an explanation her mother had given once. Oh yeah...those big flying bus things. Did that mean they were flying???
Nico. Rae. Flying lessons. Falling.
Falling.
Her eyes snapped open, and she stood up, determinedly bracing herself against the seats as she struggled to stand in the aisle. She turned around, facing the cacophony of panicked voices, and took a deep breath.
"HEY!"
She shouted at the top of her lungs, hoping the others would turn and look at her.
"Blind girl over here!" she continued, still yelling and letting go of the seat for a moment to wave dramatically in the direction of her eyes. "Are you dummies gonna keep running around like deaf clickers waiting for this thing to crash into the ground, or is someone actually gonna try and DRIVE? Cause I can try, if you guys really want that!"
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Jan 12, 2021 20:09:39 GMT -5
It was a little hard at the moment to worry about everyone else's reaction with her own numbing thoughts, but Nico taking hold of her actually helped to ground her into focusing. It had been a bit too long since she'd last felt his touch, and his hand on her arm almost seemed to ease her of the mounting tension as opposed to the aversion she usually experienced. She was able to return Nico's smile with her own. Right then. Focus.
The girl getting herself to shout above the roaring of the plane did the trick and brought Rae's full attention to her, albeit taken a bit back. Wait. Blind?! "Working on it!" Rae called back to Sol. She looked to the man at the ever rising falsetto to his voice, brow creased in concern. It was almost funny that even in a situation like this Rae could recognize the outward signs of his panic, which somehow actually fueled her to keep her own from bubbling to the surface. At least long enough until they got out of here. She could deal with the panic attack later if she absolutely had to, but she needed to be level headed for now.
Rae jerked when Nico dropped the floor while still holding her tight. She crouched with him, exhaling an almost laugh through her nose. "No, but I can definitely try a last minute career change." Maybe all that was needed was to take hold of the control wheels. She at least knew as much in what direction to pull them, if that helped. She glanced around again, this time a bit more frantically, and finally noted the door to what would be the cockpit.
The young girl seemed to be the most put together out of all of them, despite the blindness. "Hey, kid!" Rae stumbled over not knowing her name, but called out nonetheless, "can you come with me?" She faced Nico again and used her free hand to squeeze his shoulder. "Are you okay if I go?" she asked before making a move. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 12, 2021 20:15:08 GMT -5
Kelsier | Plane Crash | everyone Kelsier may have been panicking - even he couldn’t quite convince himself that he wasn’t, though he tried to, very hard - but he wasn’t so absorbed in that that he didn’t catch the way Nico grabbed the girl’s arm, the expression on his face as he looked at her. He could read Nico well enough by now to read the look in his eyes, see the things smile break out in spite of the fear he knew they were all feeling. He knew the girl. Rae, he’d called her, and he knew her, and her presence was enough of make him smile in spite of this, and that made her more than okay by Kel. If he hadn’t been panicking, he might have come and introduced himself, might have tried to meet this friend of Nico’s. Maybe after they managed to not all die, he would do that. Look at him. The tiny, rational voice whispered to his half frozen brain. Look at them both. Are you going to let a little thing like an irrational phobia get them killed? Or are you Kelsier, Survivor of Hathsin? You’re the Survivor
Survive, dammit. He couldn’t stop his heart from racing, or his hands from shaking, or his eyes from going too wide as he looked. And maybe Nico didn’t want anything to do with him, maybe he’d screwed up one of the last good things he had in his life. But it didn’t matter. Not if they all died. He grit his teeth and tried to Soothe the others, to take the edge off the panic. …..and nothing happened. “Damn.” He muttered, swallowing back the urge to collapse and curl in on himself, to let go and give into the terror. “Damn you, House.” Sol caught his attention and he looked at her, blinking. Drive. Drive. Drive.Flying lessons. There was a way to stop this thing. Another long look at Nico and Rae. Nico was terrified of heights. Focus on that. Nico was terrified of heights. “No.” He said, his voice just loud enough to he heard over the engine. “Stay with him. I’ll go.” He knew how to make his voice commanding, and he did it now, then turned without waiting to see whether she would listen to him and ran for the cockpit, assuming that was where they had intended to go. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jan 12, 2021 20:43:53 GMT -5
Hey.Nico’s gaze snapped up at the sound of Sol’s voice. It was enough to pull him at least a little bit out of his panic, enough to look at himself and analyze the situation and realize how stupid it was that the human body decided to shut down instead of getting to work when there was stuff that actually needed to be done. When they were in a crashing plane, and Nico had no reason to be afraid other than the fact that they might all die. He was scared of heights because he knew Zeus could and would strike him down given half a chance. Except… they were already falling, the Lord of the Skies or whatever bullshit he was calling himself couldn’t exactly make the situation much worse. And somebody needed to fly the plane. He forced himself to breathe. In. “I’ll be fine.” Out. Kelsier, offering to go so Rae could stay. What the hell had he done to deserve these sorts of people in his life? He glanced up, muscles still tense from the panic coursing through his veins, and nodded. “I wanted to be a pilot when I was little,” he said to nobody in particular. Of course, that had been before his mother had been killed by Zeus, but still. Maybe if he focused on making his younger self proud, he’d be able to think about how mind-numbingly terrifying this all was later. Survive now, panic later. That had served him before. He swallowed, gently releasing his grip on Rae’s arm. “There are usually two people in the cockpit, yeah?” He looked up at Rae, unable to hide the way his voice was shaking. Kelsier was already heading that way. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to shock himself out of his panic. Survive now, panic later. There had to be things installed for safety, right? People cared a lot more about safety now than they ever had when Nico was growing up. Hell, even seatbelts were new to him. “If… if you can help Kel even out the plane… even if we can’t land…” he forced himself to his feet, unaware that the windows could be closed. That would probably help. Safety manual. There, sticking out of the pocket of the seat he’d fallen next to. With a shaking hand, he reached across to pull it out. “I’ll see if there’s something useful in here.” Even if he couldn’t read well at the best of times. He frowned, glancing at the blind girl and the compartment just above her head. Child life vests. “Can… can you reach the compartment above you head… to your left… er… right, sorry,” he called out.
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