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For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 12, 2021 21:10:07 GMT -5
| Eurydice | Blanket Fort Room | With Orpheus | "If we put this end up on another piece of furniture instead of down to the ground, it'll be more open." Eurydice went over to the other side of the blanket where it hung down at a slant, its edge on the floor. She picked it up and looked around for a nearby piece of furniture. A sofa sat nearby, just out of reach of the edge. "Maybe if we slide the chair?" |
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Post by strider on Feb 12, 2021 21:49:57 GMT -5
A lot had happened since the riddles. Orpheus wasn’t really sure he was welcome to bring them up again – after all, that was before the two of them were friends. Before… well, before a lot of things. He shifted, thinking back to the young version of L he had met the last time he was in the House. There were things that L likely didn’t want him to know. If L didn’t want him to know how he solved those riddles, how could he possibly be okay with Orpheus knowing what he had enjoyed doing when he was a child? He wouldn’t mention it to L unless he absolutely had to – he didn’t know if L remembered, but if he did… then he hadn’t mentioned it for a reason. “Mirror?” Orpheus asked, frowning a little bit. Nobody else seemed to be doing what the fighters did, but maybe it was just something that Orpheus couldn’t see. L was right – he didn’t even know how to look to see what sort of techniques the fighters were using. “No,” he admitted after a long moment, giving a tiny smile. “I’ve never needed, or wanted to fight. I’ve been lucky in that respect, I suppose.” He tilted his head just a little, squinting at the fighters. “What sorts of techniques are they using that I’m missing?” he asked, turning his gaze back towards L. He figured that there were skills involved that you couldn’t see unless you had at least a base understanding of those skills. It was similar to music, probably – you couldn’t see how many complex things were going on until you tried doing them all yourself. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 12, 2021 22:29:49 GMT -5
It was true that there were things L would rather Orpheus, and everyone else, not know. There were secrets he kept for a reason, to keep himself safe, even if they were things that didn’t seem like they could possibly hurt him. He didn’t know what Orpheus knew now, he had no way of guessing that his younger self had blinked in, and he didn’t think to ask. If he’d known...how would he have reacted? “It’s very subtle,” he explained, seeing the puzzled expression. “Not actually punches, just shifting weight and anticipation of movement. Similar to how you sometimes find yourself mouthing along to a song you know well. Or, I imagine, moving your fingers to play the notes even when you're not the one playing the song.” It was the best analogy he could come up with, and he figured Orpheus would know what he meant. He nodded, not surprised to have been correct. Orpheus didn’t strike him as a fighter, in any meaning of the word. And he thought he knew his friend well enough of say that, now. “Do you see the one in green?” He said, nodding towards the two. “He’s lighter, quicker. He’s trying to use the other one’s weight and momentum against him. They’re both probably used to fighting with others on their side, not necessarily outnumbered, I’d guess they were soldiers of some sort, they’ve done this before. They’ve also either been at this for a bit now or they’ve sparred with each other before, because they seem to know each other’s weaknesses as well as their strengths. The fight could go on for a while.” He glanced at Orpheus again. Considering him carefully. In his place...L would have been extremely wary to be defenseless. Orpheus wasn’t as paranoid as he was, but still...surely it had at least occurred to him? |
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Post by strider on Feb 13, 2021 0:45:53 GMT -5
“I see,” Orpheus returned, shifting his attention to others in the room. There were several of them watching the fight, but most of them seemed preoccupied with whatever conversations they were having. If Orpheus looked closely, though, he could see several of the blinkers doing exactly as L described. It was subtle, more subtle than Orpheus was used to looking for except when it came to people’s emotions, but it was there. It was amazing to him that L noticed it – that he was paying enough attention to it that he was able to notice that Orpheus completely lacked that. “It’s like… your body trying to figure out what you would do in that situation,” he guessed, looking towards L to see if he was close at all. “When I hear songs that are new to me, without me even realizing it I start to try to figure out which notes would have to be played to make the right sound. There’s… there’s a physical part of that, too, even when I’m not holding the guitar.” He was grateful that L’s analogy had made sense. It made it easier to understand what L was looking at – and, if Orpheus were being honest, it made it easier to understand L himself. There weren’t very many people who would be looking for that. Orpheus already knew L was observant, but… knowing this just helped add details to the picture Orpheus had started to paint in his head of what L really was like. “Yes, I see,” he added, turning his attention back to the fight. “You can tell all that just from how they’re fighting?” He sounded more than a little bit impressed. “I can see that he’s taller, and faster, but how do you know they’re used to fighting with others at their backs?” He wasn’t thinking about learning to fight himself. The thought still hadn’t occurred to him. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 13, 2021 1:08:26 GMT -5
L was used to watching everyone closely. It was harder in a room like this, where he had a lot of people to keep an eye on at the same time, but he still did it out of habit, because he couldn’t afford to miss a single detail. It was the same reason he kept his back to the wall at all times. Just in case someone blinked in behind him. Besides that, he’d already had a guess that people would be acting that way, and he had only needed to look around to confirm it. He knew how people were likely to act, and it meant he was ready for most things that could be sprung on him. Not quite ready enough, as his current disguise gleefully pointed out. “Yes, precisely,” he confirmed, pleased that Orpheus had understood the concept so quickly. “It’s the same thing. When you understand the techniques of a fight or you I’ve been in enough of them, you begin to try to put yourself in the other person’s place. I’m not completely sure why that is, but the theory is that it has to do with empathy putting yourself into someone else’s position, feeling as they would. You wince when someone else gets hurt, you may even reflexively say ‘ouch’. If that’s the case, it could also be used to catch people with low or no empathy, psychopaths, who aren’t always perpetrators of crime by any means but if you’re looking for someone you know is a psychopath…” He let himself trail off a little. He didn’t even know if Orpheus actually cared what he was saying or was only humoring him...probably best not to get into too much detail. “Oh,” he said after a moment, looking back at the fighters. “They’re focused on each other,” he explained after a moment, unsure whether he was making sense. “They’re used to one on one battles, not being outnumbered. To be honest, that’s more of an educated guess than a clear fact.” He glanced at Orpheus again, his expression hesitant. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to ask would be welcome. “You’re in a dangerous situation…” he said quietly after a moment, lowering his voice in case Orpheus didn’t want others to know that. “If you want to learn how to defend yourself...I would be willing to show you some basic self defense.” |
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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 Feb 13, 2021 1:24:55 GMT -5
| Eurydice | Blanket Fort Room | With Orpheus | She lifted the corner of the blanket as Orpheus slid the chair, careful to make sure the blanket didn't slip off. In place of answering his question she place the edge over the back of the sofa, pinching a bit of it between the two cushions in the hope that it would stay up. She let go slowly and the blanket sagged a bit, but stayed up. Success. She looked over to Orpheus, curious as to what his reaction would be. Her own expression was muted, guarded. |
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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 Feb 13, 2021 2:31:22 GMT -5
| Hector | PIT FIGHT | FIGHTING KALADIN | Hector started to get to his feet, staying low for a moment as he shifted his stance, but a blur of movement and he belatedly moved to block Kaladin's quick blow. He missed, and felt the blow land where it had before. Whoops. "So are you." Hector answered back, a bit of a wry smile on his features as he answered slightly breathless after Kaladin's hit. He stepped forwards as he aimed a pair of forceful strikes at Kaladin's torso, hoping to intimidate him into backpedaling. |
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Post by strider on Feb 13, 2021 20:56:06 GMT -5
Orpheus once again marveled at how observant L was – what he saw of other people, the things he noticed that Orpheus only saw when they were pointed out to him. It was interesting, the way L noticed those tiny shifts in other people’s body language – things that Orpheus didn’t even know to look out for. “That makes sense,” he murmured, tilting his head and looking back to the fight. He knew he would never be able to hold his own in a situation like that – it wasn’t surprising to him that his body didn’t try to imagine itself in that situation. He wouldn’t know how to react or how to shift his weight to compensate for the other person’s blows. Thinking about it was a useless thought exercise. “You don’t have to stop talking,” he told L quickly, eyes widening a bit as he realized the detective had trailed off. “If you don’t want to, I mean. What you were saying was interesting, I’ve never thought about any of it. I guess… I’ve never had to, in my world. Does that extend to…” he considered for a moment, trying to find the right words, “When someone bumps into a chair or something and apologizes reflexively?” His thoughts were interrupted as L went on, continuing to explain how he had reached the conclusion he had. Once again, Orpheus was able to see it when it was pointed out to him, but not before. “It’s not like how the people on the Argo fight,” he said tentatively, hoping his observations were right. “They’re used to fighting monsters and being the only one doing it. That’s sort of… the basis of being a hero, I guess.” He tilted his head a bit, then turned his full attention to L. “Do you think I’m going to need to defend myself?” he asked after a moment. It wasn’t an unwelcome offer, just one he hadn’t considered. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, but…” he considered for a long moment, glancing back at the people in the ring. “If you don’t mind spending your time here teaching me… I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” He couldn’t imagine L challenging anyone to fight in the pit, but he also didn’t want to make L waste his time on him if he didn’t want to. But he trusted L – he trusted that he wouldn’t hurt him if he taught him, and he trusted L not to expect him to voluntarily hurt anyone else. Self-defense. It could, theoretically, be useful. |
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Post by chaos01 on Feb 14, 2021 18:10:10 GMT -5
Scarlet | Living Room 4.0 | strider
The Novakid mentally went through everything that could be described as ‘sort of tropical but not really’. Since Zuko’s family had a beach house, she guessed it must be near some kind of ocean. An oceanic region was logically the first thing that came to her mind. “So it’s close to an ocean? Maybe even islands if the whole Nation is sorta tropical?” Scarlet wasn’t really too knowledgeable when it came to climate stuff, but from her travels she was experienced enough to know at least a little. And oceanic regions sure were pretty! “Huh? Oh! No, not really. Some aren’t even predators at all! It’s just the ones that are dangerous to people... I guess it might be kind of an outdated term“ she explained. Hopefully that made sense. She never noticed how.. unfitting the term ‘monster’ could be. Some were pretty cute after all! Scarlet thought for a moment about his next question. “Only when I first fought it. Though it was nothing serious. I was at a safe distance on some old ruins and had a shield just in case. That little bit of heat was nothing a simple healing salve couldn’t fix!“ the Novakid enthusiastically replied. “She hasn’t done any harm since then though! Well, not to me at least. Though she sometimes accidentally sets herself on fire when she gets too excited...” Sometimes the Novakid wondered how these critters even survived in the wild. Zuko seemed to get a little tense after that. His sister probably wasn’t his favorite topic. That was a real shame, honestly. She couldn’t imagine how her life would’ve been if her and Vermillion didn’t get along. If they didn’t they might have never been able to build their spaceship! And she wouldn’t have lost him… The boy turned away once again as Scarlet asked about why he couldn’t go home. She’d learned by now that this wasn’t a particularly good sign. The Novakid didn’t expect him to answer, but was even more shocked when he did so. She turned away as well for a moment, processing the information and trying to think about what to say. What was the right response to that? Did he expect her to make fun of him? Judging by his glance it almost seemed so. Should she show pity? But he didn’t seem like he would appreciate that a lot either. The glowing plasma inside her swirled with uncertainty. Scarlet really wasn’t too good at talking about serious stuff like this. Even though her parents always tried to teach her to be well-spoken and dignified. Dignity? Maybe that was the right way. It was the best she could think of. “That… must be hard” she actively suppressed any expression of pity. That wouldn’t help him now. “I heard being an outlaw isn’t easy. Shunned by almost everyone for some misbehavior, even though you might’ve acted out of the goodness of your heart and only did what you thought was right.” Scarlet paused, sneaking a glance over to see how Zuko was reacting. She hoped he wasn’t an accused murderer at least, though he didn’t seem like the type. “I have no right to judge though. Others clearly already did that for me. Though I’ve also heard that sometimes some outlaws are accepted back. It’s hard, but there’s always hope you can find someone who values and accepts you.” She had no idea if that was the correct response. Heck, she didn’t even understand half of what she was saying either. But regardless, the Novakid hoped for the best. She gladly took his small compliment, though. “I hope so too. Maybe I can work out some means of communication. If this place can exist, there must be a hidden connection somewhere” she pondered out loud. “After all, I can’t leave a good buddy behind forever! Especially not if there’s still so much to do and talk about!” |
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Post by strider on Feb 14, 2021 18:31:35 GMT -5
Orpheus couldn’t hide the grin that spread across his face as Eurydice managed to tuck it in between the two curtains. It wasn’t perfect, but he doubted the House expected perfect. Besides, was anything manmade ever really perfect? He stepped back to look at it, then looked up at Eurydice, giving a satisfied nod. “It looks good,” he told her softly. His brow creased for a moment before he pulled his blanket tighter around himself and ducked underneath the one they’d just put up. “It’s cozy in here!” he added, peeking out to look at Eurydice. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 14, 2021 21:56:42 GMT -5
Long years of practice had paid off. L was as observant as he was naturally, but he had also honed his skills, carefully making sure he used his skills to the best of his ability. He noticed things because he was used to needing to. He was used to every tiny thing being something that could tip him off and solve a case. L looked back at the fight for a moment, considering. He didn’t know how much longer it was likely to go on...he supposed it depended on who got lucky. They seemed fairly evenly matched, after all...he couldn’t predict who would win. He preferred to know things like that, but in this case he didn’t see how not knowing would hurt him. He blinked, surprised as Orpheus reassured him. So he was actually interested. That was good...L would have hated to bore his friend to death. “Yes,” he confirmed thoughtfully, considering it. “Yes, that’s a similar phenomenon. Putting yourself in someone - or something - else’s position, whether it makes sense or is intentional or not. In the case of bumping into a chair, you’re used to apologizing when you hurt someone and your mind applies it to the chair.” He looked at the fight. You could tell a lot about someone by the way they fought, he considered. Not that he could see much from here...he’d have to watch a lot longer and more seriously if he wanted to get a better idea of what they were like. “Yes, exactly.” He nodded, looking back at Orpheus. “Although, plenty of heroes don’t fight alone, I expect. I don’t know for sure, I’ve never met one, but it seems plausible that multiple heroes could be used to fighting in a group. I don’t know for sure whether those two are heroes or not.” He turned his full attention back to Orpheus, pushing the rest of his thoughts to the side for a time being. He could think about that later. For now, this seemed like a good idea, “You may,” he said after a moment of consideration. “I wouldn’t ask you to hurt anyone, but the people you’re with are violent and unpredictable, and I don’t want them to attack you, but if they did and you didn’t know how to fight back...it could be very bad.” He didn’t plan on fighting in the pit. It wasn’t really his style, and he would prefer not to call that much attention to himself. But teaching Orpheus? That seemed like a good use of time. “Alright,” he said, taking his hands out of his pockets. “First, you probably won’t be starting any fights, so it may be best to show you how to block a punch.” He shifted into a fighting stance, left foot back. “I’m left-handed,” he explained. “So it’s natural for me to attack with that hand. Therefore, my left foot is back. It will probably be switched for most people.” |
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Post by strider on Feb 15, 2021 17:44:35 GMT -5
Zuko nodded at that. “It’s a bunch of islands, really. Some of them are bigger than others, though, so I don’t know if you can really call those ones islands.” He didn’t know much about geography. He had never been particularly interested in it – the history of his nation was fascinating, though he had never been as good with the battle history as Azula was. He had never been as good at anything as Azula was. Was that how it was for Scarlet and her brother? Was one of them better at everything than the other one? Or was their relationship more like Iroh and Ozai’s, where they were evenly matched but just… very different people? He didn’t have a lot of context when it came to siblings. “I guess that makes sense,” Zuko replied after a moment, though he was still confused. “I don’t think I’d be able to tell what’s a monster and what’s not if I went to your world, though,” he admitted after a moment. It just seemed sort of… arbitrary. Every animal could be dangerous, even turtle ducks. Zuko had been bitten by one of those – it hadn’t hurt much, but it had still hurt.“Your healing salve sounds pretty amazing,” he added after a moment, tilting his head a little bit. He didn’t want to bother Scarlet by asking exactly how it worked – and truth was, he doubted he would understand it even if she did explain – but it did sound useful to have. “We have medicine for burns in the Fire Nation, but nothing that doesn’t still leave a scar.” He didn’t yet know that there were people in the water tribes that could heal with water. His father had always vilified other benders – they were out to ruin the peace that the Fire Nation was trying to build. They were enemies, they had attacked… He let his thoughts trail off as he looked towards Scarlet, nerves boiling in his stomach. What would her reaction be? It wasn’t as though he could read her face to find out… though he had never been particularly good at reading people’s expressions. She didn’t seem… upset, though. Or like she was about to be condescending. “You don’t even know what I did,” he replied, sounding surprised. The reaction he’d gotten hadn’t been what he’d expected, but… it wasn’t unwelcome. It just cemented in his head the realization that Scarlet was kind. “I can go home if I capture the Avatar,” he added after a moment. “If I capture him, then I’ll regain my honor. That’s why I need to find him.” He turned a little bit towards her again, the muscles of his face tensing into something that might have been a smile if he were giving it just a bit more effort. He wanted to say ‘thank you,’ but he wasn’t really sure… how. Part of his mind told him that people still owed him the respect he’d had as a prince, but he didn’t feel like that applied to Scarlet. She was giving him respect because she wanted to, not because of who he was. There was a difference, even if he didn’t have the words to articulate it. Or the words to articulate his gratitude. He hoped his expression was enough to communicate that. “Maybe,” Zuko added, grateful for the change of subject. “You can travel between planets, so you’re a lot more likely to find that than I would be.” He blushed at the way she referred to him, though it took him a few minutes to realize the term was being used to describe him. He was pleased, secretly. Okay, maybe more than just secretly. “I want to hear more about your fennixes. And planets with strange animals.” |
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Post by strider on Feb 15, 2021 18:42:35 GMT -5
“You’re right,” Orpheus replied after a moment, frowning just a bit. “There are the heroes who fight monsters and there are heroes who fight wars. I can’t… I can’t say I know if it’s easy to switch from one to the other, but if what you’re saying is right, they would probably have to change up their fighting style.” He hadn’t ever thought about that. The heroes he knew all seemed confident that they could fight anything, even each other. He wondered if the way they fought changed when they were fighting with former allies versus fighting monsters. He wasn’t sure his observational skills would be good enough to notice even if he tried to. He frowned a little bit at the idea of getting himself in a position where he would need to fight. Where he would need to potentially hurt people in order to save his own life. Would he be capable of that? He supposed at that point instinct might kick in and try to save him, and it would probably be good for instinct to have some tools to draw from. He gave a small smile, looking up to meet L’s eyes. “I don’t think they would attack me,” he replied after a moment, “but it is possible. And it’s possible I’ll end up in a situation I can’t get myself out of where they can’t help me. It’s… a dangerous world. I never had to pay attention to that before.” He had been lucky and sheltered. He knew L had never had that luxury – L was kind and saw the world the way he did because he had seen the bad parts of it and wanted to make it better. Orpheus… was only just beginning to see the bad parts. It wasn’t going to crush his idealism, but it did reveal his naivety. Orpheus’ eyes narrowed just a bit as he tried to mirror L’s position. Left handed. So… that was possibly why it didn’t feel right. He switched his feet, sinking into the position. That didn’t feel right either, though Orpheus figured it was probably just because he’d never tried to fight before. It at least felt more natural than having his left foot back. “Like this?” he asked, eyes bright as he glanced up at L. His stance was just a little bit too narrow, his feet unaligned. He would be knocked over easily if anyone tried. He hadn’t considered how big of a role stability played in staying standing during a fight. “It looks… more natural when you do it,” he added a little bit sheepishly.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 15, 2021 23:54:00 GMT -5
Ronan blinked in, sitting on the floor, leaning on his hand. He looked up as he appeared and tensed, then relaxed again. The room was empty, for the time being...he pushed himself to his feet anyway, looking around the room. He hadn’t gotten to actually look at it much...he regarded the books for a long moment, then turned and looked at the hall instead. It didn’t really make sense. He had returned to his exact position and moment, and no time at all had passed...how could he be sleeping now? He couldn’t even sleep if he wanted to lately. It just...didn’t make sense. He sighed, punching the wall lightly. It didn’t break. Not that it necessarily would have, even if this has been a dream, but...no he was missing something here. He just didn’t know what. |
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Post by strider on Feb 16, 2021 0:01:44 GMT -5
Zuko appeared, eyes narrowed and arm extended in a fighting position. He took a deep breath in, about to stomp forward when he realized where he was. Ah. He rolled his eyes, immediately stepping back and letting his hands fall to his sides. He stood up straight, his armor helping him cut a rather imposing figure. He relaxed when he realized he was (mostly) alone. He didn’t recognize the other boy there, but they seemed to be of similar ages. Which… in Zuko’s experience usually meant this wouldn’t be a particularly positive interaction. Fine. Whatever. He didn’t need people his age to like him. After a long moment, Zuko nodded his head in a terse greeting, crossing his arms as he turned his head to look down the hall. He wasn’t really in the mood for a room, but it beat sitting there and making small talk. Or maybe they could just sit there and not make small talk. That was perfectly fine with Zuko. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 16, 2021 0:11:51 GMT -5
Ronan looked up as someone else blinked in, and he narrowed his eyes at him. Similar age, probably. He was unsure what to make of his armor...or him, for that matter. He nodded back, acknowledging the other boy, then turning to look down the hall as well. They could do a room...or they could just sit here until they disappeared again. As fun as that sounded, he would rather not do absolutely nothing. He wished he knew more about this place. Then he could have maybe predicted what it would do, or what it was trying to do, but as it was...he had no idea, he didn’t know and he didn’t know how to find out. After a moment he took a book off the shelf and opened it to a random page. He stared at the blank paper for a long moment then dropped the book, not bothering to put it back. |
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Post by strider on Feb 16, 2021 0:17:34 GMT -5
“They’re all blank.” The comment was perhaps sharper than Zuko had meant to be, but fortunately he had managed to keep any accusation out of his tone. He didn’t actually care if Ronan wanted to read the books, but he figured he would do his best to ensure the other teenager didn’t waste his time. Not that there was very much else to do there when there wasn’t a room. A smirk settled on his features for just a moment as Ronan failed to put the book back properly. It said something about him, Zuko figured, but he had never been very good at deciphering those sorts of things. He was half tempted to pick it up, but he didn’t. It wasn’t his mess, and if the House wanted to throw a tantrum about the books not being put back, then at least it would be more interesting than just… sitting in the living room. He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall and watching Ronan carefully, his good eye aimed at him so he could both see and hear him better. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 16, 2021 0:27:06 GMT -5
“No sh(oops).” Ronan replied without malice, looking up as the other boy spoke. If he was to be believed, they were all blank...and he wasn’t about to check. He didn’t plan on wasting time and energy. He looked at Zuko instead, regarding the other blinker for a long moment. “You got a name?” He asked finally, deciding that talking was his best bet. He wasn’t going to just sit there and do nothing, was he? He didn’t say anything else. Zuko could answer or not, it would still tell Ronan something about him, even if that wasn’t why he’d done it. He’d just done it because...he didn’t know why he’d done it. He didn’t take it back or leave though. If Zuko didn’t want to talk, then they wouldn’t talk. Fine by Ronan. |
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Post by strider on Feb 16, 2021 0:34:07 GMT -5
Zuko snorted a bit as Ronan spoke, keeping his eyes carefully on the floor. He wasn’t sure what to make of Ronan. He didn’t want to trust him or like him, because… well, he’d made friends here, but it was complicated and different, and… maybe it wasn’t. Maybe he was just bad at having friends and it was easier to just… assume people didn’t like him. Most people didn’t like him, but the reasons for that now ere different than they had been a few years ago. “Zuko,” Zuko replied, lifting a foot up to rest against the wall. He was still tense, able to set his foot down and get into a fight position in an instant if Ronan decided to attack. “Do you?” He was on edge from his world, and it showed in his tone. Or maybe it just seemed like he had a lot of bravado. He didn’t know how to make people like him. He just knew… if he made himself commanding enough, people listened to him. That strategy didn’t always work in the House. Besides… he didn’t really want to make this boy angry. The only issue was that he didn’t know how to avoid it. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 16, 2021 0:49:50 GMT -5
Roma was more than used to having a feared reputation, though his own was much different. He was dangerous, he looked it, and he didn’t do much to look otherwise, so of course people tended the be intimidated by him. Maybe that was what he had refused to be intimidated by Zuko so far...he was used to being on the other side. “Ronan.” He said after a pause. No nice to meet you. He wasn’t really the type and he hadn’t yet decided whether it was nice to meet him. He relaxed the rest of the way, not intending to to fight unless the other boy did it first. He was still much for conversation and he didn’t really want to do a room, so...they were left here, unsure what to do with themselves. He wasn’t scared of Zuko. It took a lot to scare Ronan Lynch, and then you usually wished you hadn’t. |
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Post by strider on Feb 16, 2021 0:56:15 GMT -5
Zuko wasn’t scared of Ronan. He wasn’t scared of much, actually, though it helped that Ronan didn’t seem capable of burning the other half of Zuko’s face off. He wasn’t scared of other firebenders, though… just… he shook the thought away. He didn’t want to think about his father now, especially because hew as trying so hard to make him proud. He wasn’t afraid of him. He wasn’t.He noticed the way Ronan relaxed, and forced himself to do the same. He let his shoulders slump a little, though it wasn’t particularly visible through the armor. “Where are you from?” He did his best not to use his interrogation voice, but he hadn’t had much practice with his ‘I’m genuinely interested in this conversation’ voice. He wasn’t sure he actually cared, but anything beat the awkward silence of just… sitting in the living room. His eyes narrowed as he looked up at Ronan, trying to read his expression. He was surprised that what he found there – though hard to read – mirrored his own expression. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 16, 2021 1:23:29 GMT -5
It seemed they weren’t going to fight. That was probably good, since Ronan didn’t know anything about the boy, or whether he would fight back. It wouldn’t be a real fight if he didn’t, after all. He didn’t move. He was ready for a fight, but he was relaxed at the same time, keeping his attention focused on the other blinker. “Henrietta.” He said after a moment, deciding he didn’t care whether Zuko knew where he lived. What could he do? “You?” He asked back after another pause. Mostly just because he didn’t have anything else to do. He looked fierce, as he always did, but his expression wasn’t mean...maybe he even looked a little bit curious. |
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Post by strider on Feb 16, 2021 1:31:41 GMT -5
Zuko had never heard of Henrietta. Any information he could have gotten from the name of the town was… well, useless. He didn’t know what world it was on, only that it was a stupid name for a town, and he had definitely never seen anything like it in his entire time travelling the world searching for the Avatar. “The Fire Nation,” he replied simply, crossing his arms again. He looked away, hiding his scar. It wasn’t technically a lie. He was from the Fire Nation, he just didn’t belong there anymore. He didn’t have a home other than the ship, and even that didn’t really count. They traded crews often – nobody wanted to work with Zuko for very long, abandoning their families to go on some wild goose chase. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 16, 2021 1:40:14 GMT -5
Ronan had no more knowledge of the Fire Nation than Zuko did if Henrietta. He shook his head a little,, eyes narrowed. “Never heard of it. Creative name,,” he commented, leaning back against the wall as well. There was no reason why he couldn’t be comfortable too, after all. He noticed Zuko hide his scar as he said it. He had no idea what hat happened or where he has gotten it, but it was a burn and he was from the Fire Narion so….yeah, probably something to do with that. He didn’t stare. He had scars, too. It wasn’t a big deal to him. |
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Post by strider on Feb 16, 2021 1:50:02 GMT -5
“Who names a city after a person?” Zuko retorted after a moment, crossing his arms. Henrietta sounded like a person’s name, at least. The comment, however, lacked much of his usual vitriol. Ronan had insulted the Fire Nation, so it seemed right for Zuko to insult his home, too. He didn’t actually care that much, though. “You want creative, our capital city is called Capital City.” He managed a small smile, though it was difficult to see the way he was facing. He hoped Ronan would find that amusing, even if it hurt Zuko to insult any part of his home. Still… he’d always thought it stupid that the capital didn’t have a cool name. At least Ember Island was actually called something. He didn’t dare turn to look at Ronan any better, though he did recognize that Ronan hadn’t said anything about the scar. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 16, 2021 8:29:01 GMT -5
</div></div> Sol | FIGHT | mintedstar/fur Iceclaw |Sol was far too focused on keeping her grip to notice that Myrnin wasn't actually choking. She kept her vice-grip on him as he squirmed, grabbing at her sides. As he felt his fingers make contact she expected to feel pain - expected him to scratch her, but instead he just kind of...lightly moved his fingers over her sides. But apparently that fake-out had just been a distraction, because a moment later, she felt teeth on her skin and reacted with every instinct she'd developed over her years of not getting eaten by Infected. She didn't mean to. Her brain hadn't given her time to think about it - but the split second she felt teeth on her skin, play turned to survival, sparring turned deadly serious, and she yanked her hands up to his face...and sank her fingernails into his eyes with all her strength. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 16, 2021 11:59:21 GMT -5
Ronan shrugged. “Weirdos.” He replied, not minding that Henrietta was being attacked. It wasn’t something he was going to start throwing punches over. He grinned as Zuko continued, though. “You’re right, that’s so much more creative,” he said, sarcasm heavy in his tone, though not directed at Zuko but at the name. He shook his head a little, trying to read Zuko better, though it was hard to do. His expressions were hard to read, and even more so when he wasn’t even actually facing Ronan. Whatever. He seemed alright, though Ronan wasn’t sure whether he liked him or not. He considered giving more information. Thought about what would happen if he did. Probably nothing, since Zuko couldn’t get out of this place, but Ronan wouldn’t talk that easily. A pause. He wasn’t good at this. Not that he’d ever admit it. He was much better at action then words. “You in for a room?” He asked finally, pushing off from the wall so he could stand up straight. |
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Post by strider on Feb 16, 2021 13:38:49 GMT -5
Zuko couldn’t say he felt comfortable around Ronan, but he most certainly didn’t feel uncomfortable. They’d already built up a somewhat friendly rapport, even if it was just making fun of the places they were from. Zuko wasn’t usually very good at jokes. He didn’t understand them, he didn’t find certain things funny that everyone else seemed to. Ronan seemed to share, at least in part, Zuko’s sense of humor. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He hadn’t been planning on doing a room – they were dangerous and often annoying, but Zuko found the idea of exploring one infinitely less painful than sitting in awkward half silence with Ronan. Besides, he could use an actual fight, if that was what the House decided to give them. He was sick of training with basic firebending, knowing he’d never be as good as Azula or Iroh, knowing that he was still behind. Fighting without fire was preferable. And even if he did firebend here… he smirked, turning and walking towards the hall. Nobody was going to question his form here. They just thought the fire was impressive. He didn’t give a verbal response, but he figured walking towads the hall was response enough. |
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