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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 28, 2021 3:36:26 GMT -5
Kelsier smiled. The thing was...it might actually work. Could it be that simple? A gift from a friend in another world? Could it really bring back flowers and green plants, could it survive the harsher conditions? He didn’t know. But he was excited to find out. “I look forward to it,” he said, still smiling. He really, really would. “If your favorite is too big, any that catch your eye will do just fine. I trust your flower judgement better than I trust my own, anyway.” A small laugh at that. “It’s a start,” he agreed. “Which is a good deal more than what I had. Thanks, Myrnin. I appreciate that.” He grinned back, just a little. “Ah, well, I should hope so,” he said lightly. “Since there’s a lot I need to do, still. An entire world to save, and all that. If being insane hindered me, it would be a pain.” He watched the cookies go in, warming his hands over the oven before it closed, then turning to look where Myrnin was pointing. He headed over, circling it for a moment, before bending down to look at it closer. “What is it?” He asked finally, looking back at Myrnin, a slightly bemused expression on his face. The vampire seemed more than happy at this latest plan. He nodded several times, but moved closer to the gingerbread making kit to work that out before he decided if he wanted to pursue that line of conversation for much longer. "This is called a gingerbread house. Or it would be if it was house shaped. Basically I think the idea is that we can make it," said Myrnin. He looked back at Kelsier with wider eyes. "You can add frosting and make it cooooooooooool." This seemed to be the main selling point for him. He indicated the little container of frosting, the piping, the various candies, and so forth. "This is what you use to decorate it." He pointed at the candy specifically. "You can eat that as you go or put it on the house, it's up to you and I don't mind. I don't like sweets very much." All of this looked like a lot of fun though. He was more than willing to give it a shot. |
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Post by chaos01 on Jan 28, 2021 14:46:19 GMT -5
Scarlet | Living Room 4.0 | strider Scarlet tilted her head in confusion as he explained the strange concepts from his world. Airbenders? Master of all four elements? Last time she heard there were far more elements than that, though she only really knew those she was made out of. Which was mostly hydrogen and helium. The description of that avatar person struck her as strange though. "Huh. Is it possible that this avatar guy is the one that got us in here?" she pondered before perking up again. She remembered the barkeeper, with his wierd stare and how he always looked around susoiciously without ever speaking a word. "Is it possible that he works as a bartender?" But instead of waiting for an answer, her mind clung to the boy's question about airships and her mood turned to joyful excitement again. "It's a means of transport. A flying hunk of a vehicle with powerful tech that can transport you beyond all moons and stars! The only thing you would have to worry about is fuel!" As she presented her boomerang, she was happy to see that Zuko seemed to show an interested in it as well. Her face lit up, both literally and figuratively, as he lifted his palm and produced a flame seemingly from nothing. "Whoa! How are you doing that? Do you have some invisible, fire-powered glove or something?" Her excitement was almost child-like, intently staring at the glowing flame dancing before her eyes. |
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Post by strider on Jan 28, 2021 17:11:52 GMT -5
“What are you suggesting?” Nico asked, brows raising as he continued to push against the cannon. “There’s gonna be a way out of here some way or another,” he replied, though that was mostly realism speaking, not optimism. There was always a way out. Although… Nico wouldn’t have put it past the House to make the only way out murder. It must have found it amusing, watching Hook kill him. It had happened twice, after all. It didn’t seem like just coincidence. “Okay well, not every world has sea monsters,” Nico replied stubbornly, though he didn’t actually know that was true. With the large number of worlds there were… well, there had to be one that didn’t have sea monsters. “I mean, I know sea monsters attacked the ship I was on, but that’s cause we were basically a homing beacon.” Having a bunch of demigods on a ship sounded a lot more dangerous than just having a bunch of random people on a ship. Maybe sea monsters just liked ships, though. “What was your favorite to fight?” Nico asked, glancing back and giving the cannon one last shove. He knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere on the plank thing. Apparently, those were just fiction. Shame – the image of someone being shoved off a plank was practically synonymous with pirate ships in every media with pirates ever. Nico didn’t see Hook’s smile, otherwise he likely would have stopped pushing at the cannon. He had no idea it was a setup. Finally, he got it lined up with the port, his breath coming in gasps from the effort. He was stronger than he looked – mostly because he looked like a malnourished kid who had his growth stunted. “Okay,” he managed, finally looking back up at Hook. “What’s next?” |
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Post by strider on Jan 28, 2021 17:26:45 GMT -5
Zuko had to consider that. If the Avatar knew he was after him… it was entirely possible that he would try to bring him here to throw him off his tracks. Well… it wasn’t going to work. If there were hints here about where the Avatar was, then Zuko was going to find them, and it was going to help him capture the Avatar. “I guess it’s possible…” he frowned just a little bit. If the Avatar could travel between more worlds than just his and the Spirit World… this was going to be very, very difficult. “I don’t know that much about him. Did your bartender have blue tattoos?” Zuko’s eyes narrowed once again as he listened to the description of the airship. He didn’t really understand it, but it sounded interesting. “So you can travel… beyond your planet. Into the stars?” As far as Zuko knew, the stars were connected to the spirits. The moon actually was a spirit. He didn’t think spaceships would work too well in his world, so he didn’t see how it worked in someone else’s, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t interesting to hear about. “Glove?” Zuko repeated, brow furrowing. “No, I’m a firebender. You don’t have those where you’re from?” Perhaps he was going to have to reframe his view of this place. It certainly explained why the kid from before hadn’t seem to know what a firebender was, if he was from a place where they didn’t exist. It seemed that, as big as his world was, it was just a small part of the picture. The Spirit World was a branching point, then, between many different worlds. Perhaps that was what all the rooms in the hallway were for. It was, he thought with some unease, a good thing his father didn’t seem to know that. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 29, 2021 22:04:15 GMT -5
Kelsier | Living Room 2.0 | striderAllomantic savants were fairly uncommon for a reason. You had to use them to an extreme amount to become one, and Kelsier had no plans to do that. He was glad Nico didn’t seem too worried about it. It really wasn’t something he needed to be concerned about, after all. The thing about this version of Nico was that he wasn’t all that different, really. Okay...maybe he asked more questions, was easier to impress, but really? He thought he knew Nico well enough to know that this small, excited version still existed. And why shouldn’t he? “They do.” He confirmed, smiling. “I heal faster and better when I burn pewter, which also makes me stronger, faster, and more agile. Sometimes if I get really hurt I’ll burn it while I’m asleep, too.” If Nico had been Mistborn, what would his specialty have been? Iron and steel, like Kelsier? Or something else? He wasn’t actually sure, and he supposed he’d never find out...not that it mattered. He was more interested in teaching this Nico everyone he could. His smile deepened as Nico continued, and he nodded. “Okay, you make a good point.” He had to admit. “I look a little scary sometimes.” He couldn’t even tell Nico that was false. He was a terrifying man, sometimes, as Nico...even this Nico...would eventually learn. He didn’t have the scar to prove it yet. It was only a matter of time. “So don’t assume everyone is mean, but don’t assume they’re all nice, either.” He added after a moment of thought. “Yeah, just be careful. And thank you, I do try to be nice.” He grinned, taking the compliment, mostly because it somehow felt good to hear Nico say it. Even if he didn’t have context yet. Kelsier watched the kid for a moment, and he knew that even if he didn’t remember this, he wouldn’t break that promise. He would be stubborn and determined and he would survive, just as Kelsier himself had. What were they? Two people who had been through hell and come out scarred but breathing. Two people who had met as enemies and become friends. A boy Kelsier thought of as a son, for better or for worse. A man who didn’t yet know if Nico wanted to be thought of as someone else’s son. “None.” He confirmed, shaking his head a little. “I’d never seen a butterfly before I came here, and I only had a picture of a flower to tell me what they might look like. I’ve seen them now, in the House, but they don’t exist in my world, so I’m the only one. And my friend is very nice, yeah. He’s a very kind person who doesn’t quite know how much he matters.” He met Nico’s eyes, not looking away. “If you have a question, it matters.” He answered simply. “Because you want to know the answer. Just because they’re adults doesn’t mean they should get to be the only ones whose thoughts matter. What you think is just as important as what they think.” |
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Post by strider on Jan 30, 2021 0:21:33 GMT -5
Nico didn’t know what he would become. If he had… he would be frightened. He would yell and scream and say it wasn’t fair, that he didn’t want to lose Bianca, that he didn’t want to be all alone in the world, that it wasn’t fair. What he didn’t realize is that even then, he wouldn’t be all alone. There was no world where he would be alone, no time where there wasn’t at least one person to hold onto him and look out for him, and tell him it was alright, that he was strong enough to fight through it. That he deserved to make it through. But he didn’t know what was going to happen. He didn’t know he was going to be a boy out of time, a boy who didn’t belong. “That’s so cool,” Nico whispered, eyes widening. “You have… you have the best superpowers ever!” he decided, a grin pulling across his face. The ability to fly and heal and do all sorts of stuff… Nico wanted something cool like that. Even if Bianca was right and magic didn’t really exist in his world. He was still thinking about the giant man with one eye. In spite of what Kelsier said, he still wanted to try to befriend that man. He probably got bullied a lot, for only having one eye, and for having that one eye where nobody else had an eye. “It’s okay,” Nico added, holding Kelsier’s gaze. “You have to look scary, so that the bad guys know not to mess with you. But it’s okay, because you do good things. And if everyone ever says you’re not nice because you look scary…. I’ll just have to tell them they’re wrong!” Nico frowned a little. He didn’t much like the sound of Kelsier’s world. He like da lot of things more than he liked butterflies and flowers, but he found that he liked those quite a bit, too. It didn’t seem fair for a world not to have them. “So… someone knew what a flower looked like well enough to take a picture,” Nico said, staring at the ground as he tried to work it out. “So… your world once had flowers once, right?” If there was a picture taken of them, it couldn’t have been that long ago, but he didn’t say that. He didn’t actually know how long photography had been a thing, just that it was one. “I think you should tell your friend he matters. And that he’s nice for giving you a butterfly,” Nico said decisively, his smile returning. He didn’t quite understand Kelsier. He was so different from the adults in Nico’s world… first and foremost because he actually seemed to care what Nico thought. Which was unusual. “They say children should be seen and not heard,” he informed Kelsier, sounding a bit put out by that. “But maybe you’re right, maybe what I think will be important when I’m all grown up.” |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 30, 2021 1:05:54 GMT -5
It made him both curious and a bit concerned, but he didn’t say anything, just glanced at Kid to see how he would react. Surprisingly, he didn’t really seem to react at all, as if everything was completely normal. Maybe stuff like that was normal enough here that no one was bothered by it. He couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope at the idea… which promptly died when Kid answered his question. Oh. That isn’t good. Maybe the blinkers from all these other worlds and times wouldn’t mind his not quite human appearance, but if someone from his own world blinked in, he was highly doubtful that it would go well. “I see...” he replied finally. “That’s interesting to know… Thanks.” He meant it. It might not have been what he’d wanted to hear, but it was information that could potentially save his life, maybe even the life of another blinker. Mordecai was glad when the others shifted the topic to the odd rooms of the House and he followed Kid into the hallway. The shade reached out to brush a gloved hand over the doors as he passed them. Like he’d noticed before, he could sense energy in the walls and doors, but nothing beyond them, as if there wasn’t anything waiting on the other side at all. He glanced at Kid, then at Demon. A fox probably couldn’t open a door anyway so he turned the handle of the door nearest to him, swung it open and looked in. Like the last room he’d entered, it just looked like a very dark doorway. Even he couldn’t see what was past it. “Maybe this one?” He suggested. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 30, 2021 5:02:38 GMT -5
[[ Mordecai || living room 5.0 || strider ]] Mordecai felt a bit better when Nico stepped back. He wasn’t sure if it was because the other blinker had noticed his discomfort or if he’d just noticed that something wasn’t exactly “normal” about Mordecai, but he appreciated it either way. Until he’d started blinking, he hadn’t really been around people very much. The first time he’d tried to walk through a city… well, it had been made very clear that no one wanted him there, and he hadn’t seen much point in trying again. It was going to take awhile to get used to the whole House situation. “Thank you,” he replied. He tried to smile in return but gave up when he realized that his mask made it pointless. Hopefully the hood and mask didn’t make Nico or the others uncomfortable. He imagined that he probably looked a bit worrying with them, but he knew how people in his world- both human and ra’Seirri- reacted to seeing what he really looked like, and he wasn’t sure if he could take that risk again. Especially after Kid had mentioned how common it was for blinkers to come from the same world. The shade’s eyes widened in surprise when Nico said how long he’d been blinking. Though he hadn’t stated how often he’d been blinking during that time, Mordecai suspected that he’d been there a lot. Three years and a half wasn’t a lot of time to Mordecai, but if the boy had started blinking when he was only ten, that would mean that he’d been coming to the House for almost a quarter of his life. “Wow… that is a long time.” It certainly explained why he seemed so used to the place. Had the others he’d met been there that long too? Maybe he could ask sometime. When Nico mentioned rooms, Mordecai glanced toward the doorway to the hall, hesitating for a moment before shrugging. “I’ve been in a couple rooms so far,” he started quietly as he thought back to his previous blinks. “Never long enough to really do much though... I always went back to my world too soon.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 30, 2021 10:08:00 GMT -5
"It is the entire theme of the House," Kid agreed with hesitation. He looked back at the Frenchman, then at Arlo. "Should we open it?" It seemed a bit too ... well ... easy. Then again, what else were they supposed to do. There wasn't like there was a lot of other options once they entered a room. Didn't they usually have to see these through to the end. "If opening the door is just to leave the room, that seems a bit ... anticlimactic," Kid admitted. Even still, he stepped forward, hand on the doorknob. At least if he opened it, if there was a trap on the other side, it was likely going to hit him. He opened the door. To reveal a room with another door. The room was a different color and there was now a shelf to Kid's left rather than the side table, but that was the difference. "That's unfortunate," he mumbled, stepping forward. (He'd yet to notice the second set of words, since they didn't form until he entered the room.) One more door please. |
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Post by strider on Jan 30, 2021 15:11:49 GMT -5
Nico didn’t mind the hood, or the mask. He didn’t know what Mordecai looked like, but if he had a reason to hide it, then Nico wasn’t going to begrudge him that. It gave him a sort of ominous, mysterious vibe. Nico couldn’t help but think that was cool – whether or not Mordecai intended it to be. Besides, hoods were comfortable. If the jacket he wore ever wore out – which he hoped it wouldn’t – Nico thought he might try to invest in a nice hoodie. Or maybe he could petition Kelsier for a mistcloak. The surprise was evident in Mordecai’s face as Nico elaborated on his own blinking patterns – evidently he was still a newbie in that respect. The older blinkers just sort of nodded and kept talking. They had all been blinking in for a long time. Most of them a significant portion of their life. “Yeah, it’s been a while,” he replied with a small shrug. “I don’t know how this place was explained to you, cause a lot of people are more pessimistic about it than others, but… I don’t know what my life would be like if I hadn’t been blinking in for as long as I have.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground for a long moment. “You get used to it. You find some friends, and they make it worth it to keep coming, even if it’s… well, a little unpleasant sometimes.” He didn’t know for sure that would be the case for Mordecai, but if even Hook could find friends in the House, someone as polite and seemingly even-tempered as Mordecai would have no trouble at all. “Want to try out a room?” Nico asked, following Mordecai’s gaze. “I mean… they can be dangerous. They’re sometimes fun, though. Helps to have someone go in with you who knows how to fight, just in case.” Except, in the cases, Nico considered, where the House pitted you against the other people you were with. Shame burned in his cheeks as he remembered his selfish decision in the gladiator room. “It’s just sort of… luck,” he added in a slightly more subdued tone, fixing his gaze back on Mordecai. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 31, 2021 5:37:51 GMT -5
[[ Mordecai || living room 5.0 || strider ]] Though Mordecai had already heard three different blinkers explain the House, he didn’t mind hearing it again. It was interesting to hear how each person viewed it in comparison to his own experience- however short it had been so far. So far most of the ones he’d met had a somewhat positive view of the situation, despite the various issues that came with being there, but it was easy enough to understand that some people would rather stay in their own worlds. He nodded as the other blinker finished. “That’s good to know…” he trailed off, then remembering something he’d thought of earlier added, “So far I haven’t seen anyone more than once, is that unusual?” He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing yet. He was uncomfortable around new people, but he imagined that it would be harder to keep his secrets from blinkers he saw more often. Mordecai hesitated to answer when Nico asked about going into one of the rooms. It seemed like every time he tried entering one he blinked out shortly after, but maybe his luck would be better this time. “Okay,” he replied. He’d heard that anything was possible in the House, and he’d seen what he’d thought were pretty good examples, but he still hadn’t had much experience there. “I’m…” he started quietly, considering his words, “Alright at fighting, if I need to.”‘Alright at fighting’ hadn’t exactly been an accurate description, but considering the fact that some of his most dangerous abilities were some of the ones he wanted to keep hidden most, it was still something he hoped he wouldn’t need to do too soon. As for Nico, he had no idea what abilities or skills the boy might have, only that his energy seemed more ra’Seirri than human- though that might be normal with people from other worlds. The shade glanced at Nico again before walking to the doorway and looking into the hall. “So far I haven’t seen any that looked like actual rooms,” he mentioned. “I’ve seen a door that lead to some ruins, another that went to a building in this… futuristic looking city. There were some sort of papers that gave people powers.” And then that one guy had jumped out the window… hopefully he’d been alright. Mordecai still wasn’t sure what that had been about. |
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Post by chaos01 on Jan 31, 2021 14:36:19 GMT -5
Scarlet | Living Room 4.0 | strider It seemed like her theory gave Zuko some food for thought. Which meant she probably wasn’t being unnecessarily paranoid. Scarlet pondered, trying to remember any details about the strange bartender. “Hmm. I’m not sure anymore. He just seemed kinda... sketchy, you know?” His question about spaceships got her to switch back to her usual excitement though. This guy sure was an interesting partner for conversation. More interesting than she would’ve assumed. “Exactly, every star is another sun with it’s own planets! I could travel for my entire life but I’d never be able to explore them all.” Scarlet spoke, without trying to hide her awe and excitement. She had always been an adventurer. Always driven by a desire to learn and experience all she could. There was no shame in hiding it. “I assume this kind of technology doesn’t exist in your world?” Zuko’s explanation for his ability struck her as odd. She’d never heard of humans of all races to be able to wield such powers. Sure they were inventive and had an affinity for learning but Scarlet had never heard about anything like this. “Nope, no idea what that is” she shook her head in denial. “The humans in my world don’t have these abilities…” The Novakid pondered for a moment, trying to make sense of how it would be possible to just create fire from nothing, before mentally facepalming as another idea came to her mind. “...You are human, right?” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 31, 2021 17:14:46 GMT -5
Kelsier followed, looking at the gingerbread house with a sort of wide-eyed wonder. It was, after all, completely new to him, and he was curious to see how it worked. “So right now it’s just gingerbread, and we can make a house?” He smiled, coming around the other side to look at it from that angle. “Isn’t that the House asking us to make it in gingerbread form?” He poked one of the pieces, then looked at Myrnin again, still smiling. He had no idea how this worked, but he was willing to find out. He rubbed his hands together, then picked up a piece of candy and popped it on his mouth. “Let’s put some of them on.” He decided, and picked up two pieces, a roof piece and a wall, though he didn’t know that. “Okay, first question, do you know how to do this or are we flying blind?” He asked, his tone suggesting he was perfectly fine with either answer. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 31, 2021 18:41:48 GMT -5
"I honestly have no idea what the House looks like from the outside," Myrnin admitted. "Or even if there even is an outside. Don't you ever find yourself wondering if we're just ... floating in the void or something?" It seemed like the most likely outcome, if he was being completely honest. How could such a place like this even have an outside? Then again ... didn't help for explanation purposes. "But yes, I suppose the House is just asking us to make it out of gingerbread." He had to smile when he thought of it like that though. Okay, it was a bit amusing. "I ... do not know how to do this," he admitted. In theory, he thought he'd seen ... He poked around in the trashcan. Why it was in the trashcan when neither of them had put it in there he wasn't sure, but it made him wonder if some House person had put it there ... huh. He put the half broken gingerbread box that the kit had supposedly come in onto the table. "Could do it like the picture," he said, pointing. He sounded a bit less than enthused at the prospect. Why do what anyone else wanted? "Or I raise you that we could try and build it upside-down?" |
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Post by strider on Jan 31, 2021 19:12:25 GMT -5
Nico tilted his head, considering the question. He didn’t actually know the answer, if only because as far as he was aware, people’s House experiences were so different that no one experience could ever be viewed as ‘normal.’ “I don’t know,” he admitted, shrugging a little bit. “I tend to blink in often with the same couple of people, but sometimes I meet new ones. I know there are a lot of people I’ve been in the same room with but have never actually spoken to.” That answer was likely little to no help at all to Mordecai, but Nico thought he might as well give himself credit for trying. It wasn’t like understanding the House was an easy task. “There are a few people I’ve only seen once or twice,” he added, hoping that would help. “As you blink more you’ll probably run into people you’ve met before.” Nico blinked, unsure if Mordecai’s hesitation was because he didn’t want to try a room, or because of something else. Nico didn’t really want to pressure him into anything, especially not a potentially dangerous situation, but he was having a hard time reading the shade. “Then you’ll be able to handle most of the rooms,” Nico replied, managing a small smile. It was forced, but he hoped Mordecai wouldn’t be able to tell. “And anything you can’t, I’m pretty good at fighting.” There were powers he had that he didn’t really want to talk about either. He didn’t know what Mordecai could do, but he decided to take his word for it – if he was good enough at fighting to consider himself “alright,” then he’d be fine in the House. There were plenty of blinkers who couldn’t fight at all who were fine anyway. “Yeah… they’re not really like rooms in a house,” Nico shrugged, “Which I guess makes calling this place the ‘House’ a little bit ironic. I’ve never been in either of the rooms you’ve mentioned though.” He frowned a little, stepping into the hallway. “The House doesn’t really like to repeat rooms, though.” He moved forward, tracing a hand against the wall. He had once thought there might be a way of figuring out what doorway went where, but… he’d long since given up that idea. It wasn’t even a matter of luck – just how the House was feeling that day. Hopefully, it wouldn’t make them fight. Nico wasn’t feeling particularly strong. Talking with Mordecai helped him forget what was going on in his world, but he couldn’t pretend away the physical exhaustion of it all. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 31, 2021 19:52:45 GMT -5
“I’ve wondered about that.” Kelsier admitted, thoughtful. “It could just be a house on a random world somewhere, I suppose, only then it would be a strange shape indeed. Yeah...we’re probably floating in the void. Seems most likely.” He wasn’t too bothered by the idea. If he was going to be bothered by the House, he’d have done it already. He grinned, pleased that he’d made Myrnin smile with the idea. He watched Myrnin poke around the trash, unsure what he was doing until he came up with the broken box. Oh, so they were supposed to follow the directions, or at least copy what it was meant to look like. If they wanted to pick the boring option, anyway. He glanced at Myrnin. His impression of the vampire said he wasn’t planning on going for the boring option. His grin deepened a moment later as he confirmed it. “We have a few options for making it upside down.” He began, walking around so he was standing next to Myrnin again, only on the opposite side this time. “We can try and stick it to the table. We can use some of these pieces as supports. Or…” he walked back to the kitchen, then came back holding a metal tray. “Allomancy,” he explained. “If we stick it to this somehow, and then I Push the tray against the wall, we’ll have a sideways upside down house.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 1, 2021 0:19:25 GMT -5
Kelsier | Living Room 2.0 | striderKelsier knew his presence in Nico’s life was fairly recent. He knew Nico had known other people for a lot longer, and that was okay. Kelsier was grateful that there had been people there for him, before he was. Kelsier was grateful Nico had more than one person in his life who cared. If Nico had know to the truth...Kelsier would have been forced to admit that he couldn’t protect Nico, this one or the older one. He couldn’t do anything to fix it, he knew that. But Nico was strong. Nico didn’t need him. Nico was nothing short of incredible and Kelsier wouldn’t ever let himself think the kid needed him. “Mistborn are pretty great, aren’t they?” He answered, smiling. The temptation to show off with atrium was suddenly strong, but he resisted, because wasting it seemed like a very good way to get himself killed back home, and he may have been foolish and impulsive but he wasn’t stupid. He wished he knew whether the person Nico spoke of was dangerous or not. Still, his point stood. Being cautious was always a better idea than not. He was such a hypocrite sometimes. He kept smiling as he looked back at Nico. Well...the kid wasn’t wrong. He did need to look scary sometimes. Still...he didn’t like the idea of Nico being afraid of him. He was glad that he didn’t seem to be afraid, glad that he seemed to understand. He would learn, with time, how scary Kelsier could be. And somehow he wouldn’t fear him, even then. Maybe because he would have his own powers by then, be able to defend himself. Somehow, Kelsier couldn’t help hoping it was more than that. “There used to be flowers and probably butterflies, too.” He told Nico, nodding a little. “But there hasn’t been any for a long time now. I have a friend who can remember things from before he was born, so he knows that green plants existed once. He told me about them as much as he could. I imagine my world used to be beautiful, once, as beautiful as yours is. And more than that...I’m going to fix it. I’m going to bring back green plants and flowers and butterflies.” He looked at Nico, wondering whether the boy would believe him. Whether he would know how impossible Kelsier’s fantasy was. “I should tell him.” He agreed, nodding a little, his smile returning. “He should know, shouldn’t he?” He paused, and the smile faded just a little. Seen and not heard? He didn’t like that idea very much. “What you think matters now.” He told him gently, his tone serious for once. “It matters now and it will matter when you’re older, too. You matter.” |
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Post by strider on Feb 1, 2021 1:01:25 GMT -5
Although Zuko highly doubted that Scarlet’s bartender was the Avatar, it was a possibility he couldn’t discount entirely. If the Avatar had found his way into different worlds… that was almost definitely not a good thing. It would, however, explain why it had been so long since he had been seen. It would make it a lot harder to find him, though… It was a lot easier to think about space travel, though it seemed so far off it wouldn’t be possible in Zuko’s version of the world. “So there are… lots more planets?” he asked, tilting his head. If the Avatar was on one of those countless planets… he tried not to groan. Hopefully, the Avatar wasn’t that much of a coward. He had a responsibility to the world Zuko was familiar with. Hopefully he didn’t want to abandon it, which would make him easier to find. “What’s… your favorite star you’ve seen?” Zuko asked somewhat awkwardly, trying to keep the conversation going. His tone was hard and uncertain, but not particularly un friendly. To his credit, he really was trying. “We don’t have boats that can take us to different planets,” Zuko confirmed, unsure how exactly to feel about that. His world felt big enough when all he wanted to do was return home, but… he shook his head of the thought. He wanted to go home. He didn’t need to go exploring foreign stars. “What?” Zuko asked, the flame flaring out of control for a few moments before he extinguished it. “What do I look like? A platypus bear?” He didn’t know she hadn’t meant offense by the question. He just… didn’t know there were other sentient, intelligent things someone could be, beyond human. |
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Post by strider on Feb 1, 2021 1:55:34 GMT -5
“They are,” Nico replied, obviously enamored. “I wish I could be a Mistborn, but I guess if people from other worlds could be them, they wouldn’t be very special, would they?” He sounded a little disappointed by that. He wanted superpowers. He wanted to be able to do cool things like Kelsier could. He didn’t know about atium, but even without it he was pretty sure that Mistborn were the coolest thing he had heard of, ever. “Mistborn are even cooler than pirates and pilots,” he added, grinning. He didn’t know if Kelsier knew how much he admired both of those professions (though one was definitely a little bit more honorable than the other), but he hoped Kelsier realized what he was saying was genuine. He didn’t think Kelsier had any reason to disbelieve him. Nico didn’t think he’d ever be afraid of Kelsier. In his mind, anyone who was good didn’t have any reason to be afraid of him. Kelsier was nice, and therefore he’d be nice to anyone who deserved it. He didn’t account for misunderstandings. He didn’t know he would be afraid of others getting too close. He didn’t know the House would push them closer to each other, he didn’t know his response to fear was going to get him killed. He didn’t know he’d end up painting himself as someone Kelsier needed to take down. He didn’t know he’d say the exact wrong thing. What he did know was that he liked Kelsier, and he trusted him more than he trusted most adults. “How does your friend remember things from before he was born?” Nico asked, eyes going very, very wide. “Does he have superpowers too? I have a really bad memory sometimes, I can’t… remember where I put things, sometimes. Or what I was supposed to be doing when I go into rooms.” He shrugged, then lifted his gaze back up to Kelsier’s. “If he remembers flowers, doesn’t he know how to plant them? Couldn’t he find some seeds somewhere and just put those in the ground? You’d have flowers again if he did that!” He didn’t stop to consider where those seeds would have to come from. “I believe you can fix it,” Nico whispered, eyes wide. “You have superpowers and you take down bad guys. If anyone… if anyone in your world can save it and bring back butterflies, it would have to be you!” Nico lived in a world where there could be fairytale endings. In a world where people like Kelsier were born to win. That didn’t make his belief worth any less, though. “Oh,” Nico replied, blinking a little bit. “I don’t think my teachers would like that idea very much, but…” he trailed off, brow creasing. “I want to believe you,” he decided, a shyer smile spreading across his face, this one more similar to the one he wore when he was older. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 1, 2021 2:41:32 GMT -5
[[ Xander || Living Room 1.0/Newbie room || @ everyone but mainly echo and dawn ]]
“Uh,” Xander paused and glanced at the guy with the book and the silver hair who’d finally woke up. His oddly calm about their current situation was a bit suspicious, but Xander was pretty sure he hadn’t been there when he and the rest of the people in the room had appeared, so it seemed unlikely that he was the one who’d brought them there. He started to speak again, then jumped sideways to avoid Percival when he stormed across the room to the door. “You wouldn’t happen to know what’s going on, would you?” He started toward the door without waiting for an answer. He still wanted to see what was on the other side of it- even more so when he heard Percival’s reaction- and he figured they were all heading that way anyway. Pausing to talk to the other blinker caused him to reach the door just after Terra, stopping abruptly to avoid running into both her and Percival. His eyes widened as he saw the start of the maze-like hallway beyond the door. “Whoa,” he murmured quietly. Squeezing past the blinkers crowded in the doorway, he looked up and down the path. In the rather dull lighting, he couldn’t tell where the hall ended, and there seemed to be more branching off from it. Wherever they were, he was pretty sure it was bigger than any building he’d ever seen. At Terra’s comment, he shot her a confused glance. “Earth?” he repeated curiously. “I was never there to begin with... Where is that anyway? I was thinking you sounded like you were from…” he trailed off. He wasn’t quite sure actually. Not that that meant much, he hadn’t met many people from other places yet. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 1, 2021 20:22:33 GMT -5
Kelsier blinked in, flipping a dagger in his hand, a pensive expression on his features. He looked up as he noticed his blink, and he stood, hesitating just a moment before he put the weapon away. No danger here, and if there was, he could react to it fast enough without holding his dagger, He paused, expecting someone else to blink in. They usually did. He hadn’t actually ever done a room on his own...he was willing to bet even if he tried, someone would just blink in anyway. He sighed a little, rubbing his forehead. To wait here or to go check out a room...maybe he’d try the hall. He turned, taking a few steps towards fhe door as he made his decision. He’d never been that patient. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 1, 2021 20:37:28 GMT -5
Touka Kirishima, age 14 | Living room | ®Hawkpath® |A much younger Touka blinked into the House, sitting with her legs up on the couch, staring at the rabbit keychain she was swinging between her fingers with an unreadable expression. She didn't, at first, notice her blink, but when she did, she froze, fingers going still and clutching the keychain tightly between them. Slowly, carefully, she began to get up, acutely aware of the scent of a human nearby...oh, there he was. Quietly, she began to move to the back of the couch, her eyes glued to his back in case he turned around.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 1, 2021 20:52:06 GMT -5
Kelsier might not have noticed the girl if he hadn’t been trained the way he had. He might have continued to the hall, unaware that he was no longer alone, The thing about being trained by your mentor randomly trying to kill you was that you were pretty good at knowing when you weren’t alone anymore. He noticed immediately, but he didn’t turn. Instinct kept him walking forward, eyes fixed on the hall. Maybe he could tell she was a predator. Maybe he could tell she was afraid, He stopped in front of the door, still not turning. He wasn’t afraid. He was confident in his ability to defend himself. But he didn’t want to startle her. “Hey,” he said finally, tone gentle. “I’m Kelsier. Mistborn, though I doubt that means anything to you.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 1, 2021 20:56:43 GMT -5
Touka | Living room | ®Hawkpath® |Touka froze as she was addressed, her eyes moving quickly to assess the situation. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know who this was. He was human...but the way he moved said dove. Okay. She was with a dove in a room she'd never seen before. "Let me go if you want to live," she said, her tone a quiet growl as she stayed perched on the edge of the couch. "I'm only gonna say it once."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 1, 2021 21:04:10 GMT -5
His instincts had been right. He turned, finally, to face the girl watching him. And he smiled. “You’re new,” he noted, tone still gentle as he looked at her. “Sadly, I’m not the one with that power. Not yet, anyway. Someday, when I figure out how it works, I’ll let you know.” He met her eyes, his hazel ones relaxed and gentle. He was still smiling, not fiercely or coldly but warmly. “Don’t attack.” He told her. “This is a place called the Paradox House. Not my creation or idea, I assure you.” Had he ever done the speech before? He didn’t think he had. “I can tell you about it, if you want me to. But you should know that you’ll go home eventually, and no time will have passed.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 1, 2021 21:40:50 GMT -5
Touka | Living room | ®Hawkpath® |"Quit f(oops)ing around," said Touka, anger bubbling up in her chest as the dove just continued to stand there, making polite conversation despite whatever was really going on here. "Stop talking nonsense. Get away from the door, or I'll go through you." As she spoke, her eyes shifted from human to ghoul, black and intense, and her kagune flared up behind her, moving and blowing like flames in the air as they reached their full size. "Don't test me - I've killed doves before, and I'll do it again."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 1, 2021 21:55:59 GMT -5
Kelsier put his hands out in a pacifying gesture, trying to ease the anger - which was actually fear, he had seen enough to know - in the room. She was desperate, he mused, and probably willing to do anything necessary to escape. “I would rather you didn’t kill me.” He told her calmly. “But if you must try, I understand.” He tilted his head a little, raising an eyebrow at her as she shifted. He wasn’t surprised by it, not like he would have been before. He was used to inhuman blinkers by now. His best friends here so far were a demigod and a vampire, after all. “Listen. You’re not in danger here, but if you go into the rooms, you might be.” He didn’t expect her to listen, but he did have to warn her before he let her through. How old was she, anyway? Thirteen? |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 1, 2021 22:07:00 GMT -5
Touka | Living room | ®Hawkpath® |What was he doing? Why hadn't he brought out his quinque yet? "'Not in danger' my ass," she snorted, but honestly, she wasn't quite sure what to do. He should've attacked already...why was he still just standing there? He didn't smell scared, so that wasn't it. So why was she acting like...why was he acting like he had her pinned here? She didn't want to go to the door, because the prickling on the back of her neck was telling her something was waiting there. So instead, she leapt up, spinning in midair as she propelled herself into the ceiling, aiming to break straight through. Instead, she hit it full force and crashed back to the ground, her small body slamming against the carpet hard enough to shake the room. Before she could think, panic seized her, and then revulsion. If she couldn't even make a dent...these walls were made of quinque. Of kagune. "Just when I think you sick bastards can't find any other f(oops)ed up sh(oops) to pull..." she said, staggering to her feet again and facing the dove in the room head on. "Just hurry up and die, you piece of sh(oops) Dove!" She flew at him, laser focused, her kagune extended as she prepared to run him through.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 1, 2021 22:21:16 GMT -5
Kelsier was hoping he could avoid a fight. Oh, Dox would have loved that. Kelsier, Survivor of Hathsin, professional pain in the ass, wanted to solve this peacefully. He had come a long way from the man who had stabbed Nico’s throat seconds after meeting him. The man who had left a scar on the kid’s face for nothing. It was true, though. He didn’t want to fight her, he didn’t want to hurt her. He had seen enough desperate Skaa to know what someone with everything and nothing to lose looked like. But that wasn’t to be. He stepped towards her as she crashed to the floor, concern flicking through his eyes then stopped as he heard her words. “What?” He said, shaking his head. “I don’t know what you-“ If he’d been a regular human, those would have been his last words. As it was, he had thrown a coin at the wall and Pushed, throwing himself out of the way just in time, before he even realized what was happening. His daggers were in his hands, he realized faintly as he landed, light on his feet. He turned, facing her again. “Listen. I’m not a dove, I don’t even know what that is.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 1, 2021 22:29:26 GMT -5
Touka | Living room | ®Hawkpath® |But she wasn't listening anymore. What little doubt she'd had that he was a dove had vanished the second he'd survived her first attack. As an echo of his own thoughts...a regular human would be dead. Oh...there was the quinque. Not great...it was a short range one, quick and agile like her own kagune. Which meant this was going to turn into an endurance fight - first to strike wins. She turned on her heel and sprinted at him again, leaping in the air and bringing her kagune down in an attempt to smash through his defenses.
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