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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2021 0:03:55 GMT -5
Even Myrnin could recognize that she was injured, so he also found himself mildly impressed. And something vampiric seemed to be coming back, since his eyes were healing. He bowed his head and side, "I wouldn't dream of causing that distress. It's a feature of my species, but I am usually quite in control, I assure you. You'll notice that I didn't leave any fang marks. Just regular, human teeth." He wasn't quite sure what experience she had with people - or otherwise - biting her. It was an interesting change of events. "Is there a detail I'm missing, Sol? About what's ... upset you?" |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 24, 2021 0:24:38 GMT -5
Sol | Fight room | mintedstar/fur Iceclaw |Okay, Sol was starting to feel it now. With the quiet of the moment, and Myrnin talking calmly to her instead of trying to attack again, her arm was starting to throb and burn, with little electric stabs of pain shooting up all the way to her shoulder that made her whole body tense up. Did she break her arm? Stupid.Oh, well. There was no point crying about it now. If she left it alone, it would stop hurting eventually. Bodies were pretty good at fixing themselves. And it wasn't like there were any doctors around...when was the last time she'd even been to a doctor? She stumbled, and went down, suddenly nauseous from the pain, and crossed her legs, doing her best to make it look like she'd sat down on purpose. She hadn't - her legs felt like they'd turned into jelly or lost all their bones - but she did her best to make it look casual. "I'm not upset," she said, annoyed at the word use. "It's not like I'm over here crying or something. But you can't expect to act like Infected and not get shanked."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2021 0:34:41 GMT -5
Myrnin sat down as well, even though he knew full well why Sol had done it. There just wasn't anything he could do about it. It was as simple as the fact that they were just ... well ... there weren't any healers in this room right now. He eyed the pit. Going in and coming out seemed to be healing the others. "Maybe you should go a couple feet to your right," he said. "There's a place where the fighting is supposed to go down and if you leave the designated area again, you're automatically healed." Then, because she'd said a word he didn't know, he added, "What do you mean by Infected? They aren't in my world." |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 24, 2021 0:55:39 GMT -5
Sol | Fight room | mintedstar/fur Iceclaw |"Infected are like, sick people," said Sol, shrugging as if this was a known fact of the universe. "The virus made them sick, then they went crazy, and once you go crazy they can't fix you or make you a person anymore. So if you get bit, you're super mega screwed." She paused, unfazed by what had been a fact of life for her since birth. "And if you don't get bit, you get to still be alive." She turned her head in the direction of the new voice, realizing for the first time that someone was behind her. He had a deep, scratchy voice and sounded tall. And he was offering to help fix her arm, for some reason. "Yeah, okay," she said, shrugging her uninjured shoulder again. Despite her bravado, the searing pain in her arm was letting her know that she had been more than a little hurt by the fall. If someone wanted to help with that, it would be stupid to say no. "What do you want for it? I got some food, and I did have some knives, but this place took 'em."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 24, 2021 14:24:48 GMT -5
When Orpheus didn’t almost fall over again, L nodded approvingly, stepping back to look at him a little from a different angle. His position was better, he wasn’t going to immediately end up on the ground in case of a fight. It was probably best to just focus on basic survival techniques, nothing too extreme for now. In case of a fight, Orpheus would probably be outnumbered, which meant he needed to know how to protect himself from as much as he could. He knew music was a protective measure, but he didn’t really trust that songs would always keep his friend safe. They may have been incredible (and they were incredible) but they were also songs, and some people were far too angry to just let that take their anger away. What he needed was to find a way to help Orpheus defend himself quickly. A way to teach him how to avoid an attack. “Yes, punch me,” he confirmed. He wanted to see how well Orpheus could do it, and he also wanted to demonstrate how to evade an attack, which as best done when he was actually being attacked. He waited patiently for Orpheus to aim his punch. When it came, it was very slow and easy for L to turn his body to the side and evade. He caught Orpheus’ arm and peered at his fist, examining it closely. “You want to keep your thumb out,” he said after a pause, showing Orpheus a proper fist. “I tend to kick more than I punch, but if you did punch like that you’d break your thumb.” He paused, trying to decide what the most efficient use of time was. “That was to show you how to dodge.” He explained. “You go with the hit, not against it. Like...this.” He turned, spinning and ending with his elbow positioned to strike, though not close enough to Orpheus to have any risk of connecting. It was...slightly reminiscent of his dancing as a child. “Elbows and knees are good for close up. Punching is mid range, and kicking is long range. Also, you haven’t been training so it’s best to strike at the most sensitive parts for the body, so every hit counts.” |
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Post by strider on Feb 24, 2021 17:07:42 GMT -5
Orpheus frowned a little bit at his fist, then glanced over at L’s. Thumb out. Okay… he could do that. Hesitantly, he adjusted it so it looked a little bit more like L’s. He had felt like he was in over his head before, but never quite like this. At least when he’d been asked to join the crew of the Argo, he had known more or less what his role was going to be. He hadn’t known just how fight-happy some of the others on the crew would be, and he hadn’t been prepared for all of the dangers, but at least he’d only really been expected to do what he did best. When he worked part time jobs, he had at least had the expectations laid out in front of him. He knew how to talk to people and how to do the basic tasks needed for the job. This… just felt different. Scary, in a way. He wasn’t sure when or if he would ever need to use these skills, but his natural instincts seemed to be the sort that would get him killed. Was it possible that there were just some people who weren’t built for fighting at all? He was very, very lucky that L was patient with him. Then L’s elbow was close to him, before Orpheus had even had a chance to react. It had been incredibly graceful, and Orpheus blinked, reminded of the little boy who had tried very hard to spin with as much grace and precision to music Orpheus was just figuring out how to play. He blinked, then gave a small smile. “With the hit?” he asked, trying to turn his body like L had to avoid his punch. That, at least, somewhat looked like what L had done, though several seconds after the strike would have landed, had it been properly aimed at him. “That makes sense,” he added, nodding. “Won’t the most sensitive also be the most guarded, though?” He was assuming he would be fighting people who had some sort of armor. Perhaps he would get lucky, but he was one of the only people he knew that walked around without so much as a weapon and a breastplate. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 25, 2021 20:54:03 GMT -5
Watari | Living room | strider ®Hawkpath® |Watari stared out the train window, watching the scenery go by as he mentally went over all he'd learned in the past twelve hours. A child, brought into a police station covered in rain and blood. No one could so much as touch her - the police didn't exactly say why, or how she was acting, but he could read between the lines. He was very good at reading between the lines. One thing was certain. Roger was going to throttle the life out of him for this. A fond smile crossed his weathered features as he predicted the words of wisdom that were going to get thrown at him - 'the orphanage wasn't supposed to open for another week', and 'we need to do this properly, or not do it at all'. Roger was quite right. He was absolutely correct - this was the result of last minute impulse and poor planning, two things Watari did not generally pride himself on. But he had a feeling about this one. It was unshakable and as strong as fact, even if it rested on nothing, and so, here he was, on a train on his way to the station to pick up a little girl whose life, as she knew it, had just ended. Except......no he wasn't. The room had changed. A moment ago, he had been on the train, and now he was in a quiet living room with a single door leading out of it. Conjecture was useless at this stage of things, he decided, and stood up, making his way over to one of the wooden chairs near the corner of the room. With a bit of effort, he snapped one of the legs off, and opened his overcoat, stowing the makeshift club carefully away in one of the inner pockets. You're a paranoid old man, Quillsh, said the Roger in his head. As always, he brushed him off, and wandered towards one of the bookshelves, running a thumb over the many books' blank spines.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 25, 2021 22:09:32 GMT -5
L blinked in, crouched, eyes wide and staring ahead of him, exhaustion pulling at his slim features. It was getting to the point where he knew he needed to sleep and yet continued not to. He would be fine, he knew, he would just have to tough it out. He couldn’t afford to be asleep. What if… No. He wouldn’t think about what if. Or, he definitely would, but he wouldn’t let it distract him. When he noticed his blink, he tensed, then straightened up, scanning this surroundings quickly. And his eyes landed on a face he knew. It took a lot to shatter L Lawliet’s mask. But, for several long seconds, he was open and vulnerable, his shock obvious in his wide eyes, the way his lips slid apart. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. One thing rang out in his head. Watari?No...no no no that could not be Watari, it had to be the House, a trick, no… If Watari was here, then neither of them was safe. He swallowed, trying to pull himself together. Trying to pull his mask back over his face, hide, hide, hide. His disguise felt useless. He was as vulnerable as a baby bird. “They’re blank,” he managed, voice a bit strangled. He was too startled to process that this Watari was younger, significantly younger. All he wanted was for him to turn so L could walk forward and hug him. |
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 25, 2021 23:47:43 GMT -5
| Victoria | Kiddie Sleepover |
A wolf puppy appeared in a good sized bedroom. A bunk bed was on the right, and a cluster of beanbags on the left. An end table by the bunk bed had a row of glowsticks and a flashlight. A couple of snack bags like sour gummy worms and chips were spread in the middle of the room on a soft rug shaped like a blue and purple butterfly. The little wolf puppy had tiny gears and a wind up handle, something that actual baby Victoria hadn't had, so it was apparently just a puppy version of current Victoria. She wagged her tail and tumbled over her overlarge paws as she headed towards a chip bag. |
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Post by strider on Feb 25, 2021 23:55:35 GMT -5
Orpheus was playing, as usual, when he blinked in. He broke off almost immediately when he noticed the House, letting his instrument swing to rest comfortably against his back. He glanced at his fingers, grateful that the injuries at their tips hadn’t reopened. L’s salve really did seem to work miracles. He wasn’t surprised to find others in the room, but he was surprised to see the expression L wore. He knew his friend decently well – well enough to know that the detective almost never appeared that vulnerable. The closest Orpheus had ever seen was when they were both struggling with the effects of the extreme cold on their brain function. It hadn’t been intentional then. It almost certainly wasn’t intentional now. He didn’t recognize the man L was looking at, and he almost winced at the strangled sound of L’s voice. Evidently, he knew the man. Orpheus couldn’t help but feel he was intruding on something private – this was a matter to be handled between L and the man who had elicited such a reaction from him. It could easily have been someone L had known in the House before Orpheus had started blinking, but… based on the way he was looking at him, Orpheus found he seriously doubted it. He had probably already been noticed because of the music he’d been playing when he blinked in, but he figured it was best to stay where he was rather than try to approach or try to leave. If the two started talking… he would find a way to excuse himself then. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 25, 2021 23:56:19 GMT -5
Max | Kiddie Sleepover A boy with wavy, chin length white hair, brown eyes, and raised eyebrows blinked in, wearing a large hoodie and ripped jeans. He blinked and looked up, tilting his head a little at the room, eyes widening and lips forming a small “o”. This was...not where he’s been standing before. He glanced over his shoulder, then turned, scanning the entire room. There was a lot there...he got a small smile at the sight of the flashlight, and he glanced around, checking to see whether anyone was there. And his eyes landed on a puppy. “Woah, hey there,” he said brightly, losing interest in the flashlight almost immediately and heading for the puppy as she headed for the chips. “Hi! What’s your name? You’re so cute,” |
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Post by strider on Feb 25, 2021 23:59:43 GMT -5
Nico | Fluff Time? Fluff Time “-saved my life yet again. It was the least I could do.” Nico looked up, surprised to find himself in the House. It seemed, sometimes, that he couldn’t even get one minute’s break. He gave a soft sigh, looking around to see if there was anyone else there. It seemed… soft. There were sleeping bags rolled up on the side of the room, along with the bunk bed and the several bean bags. And a small wolf it only took Nico a few moments to recognize. He sank to his knees, then crossed his legs in front of him to make room for the small pup. “Hey, Tori!” he called, patting his lap in case she wanted to come sit. She was just the distraction he needed. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2021 0:04:45 GMT -5
Theta | Fluff Fluff! A small boy of maybe about eight or so (well, in appearance at any rate) blinked in. Sandy blond hair, a round face, and suddenly quite excited eyes. "Whoo wait!" he exclaimed, looking around. "What's all this? What's going on?" He took a step back, looking around, having absolutely no idea where he'd turned up. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 26, 2021 0:09:05 GMT -5
Watari | Living room | strider ®Hawkpath® |Watari paused for a moment in his examination of the books, hearing a voice behind him. He tilted his head slightly downward, stalling for time a bit as he decided on his next course of action. "How unusual," he said finally, and turned, his eyes running unrecognizing over a person he was, unbeknownst to him, going to meet for the first time about four hours from now. He wasn't smiling, but his expression was soft and open, no sign of the walls that L was hastily trying to put up on his lined face. "Hello there, to the both of you. Please forgive the intrusion - I seem to have ended up here rather by accident. Might I assume this is your home?" He wasn't frightened. Fear wasn't something that crossed Watari's path particularly often, after everything. He was, however, sharply curious, and more than a small bit suspicious of the two boys standing in front of him. Politeness was both a courtesy and a weapon - as good for disarming your opponent as a pistol, if you knew how to wield it.
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Post by strider on Feb 26, 2021 0:16:31 GMT -5
Orpheus | Slumber Party Orpheus appeared, eight years old at the very most. He looked around, then felt at his neck, surprised that this place – for it had to be the same place – hadn’t dressed him up funny this time. He shrugged the thought away. Was there candy like there had been last time? He hadn’t actually gotten to try any of it, which still made him sad. He gave a soft sigh, then smiled as he realized he wasn’t alone. There were the two older boys and the dog, but there was also the boy that couldn’t have been much older than Orpheus himself. What had Hermes said? That sometimes the best way to make friend was to just go up and say hi? Well… Orpheus had nothing to lose. He marched forward, then smiled widely at the boy. “Hi!” |
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 26, 2021 0:19:16 GMT -5
| Victoria | Kiddie Sleepover |
The puppy picked up the chip bag, then turned as a boy headed towards her. Her ears perked up as he talked cheerfully to her, and the chain connecting them jingled. She trotted over, still holding the chip bag.
"Hi!! I'm Victoria!" She barked, wagging her tail, and her whole rump too.
She looked over as she heard Nico, recognizing him. "Hi!! I have a chip bag! You have thumbs! Combined, we can eat chips!" She bounded over, then looked back at the new boy, wagging her tail as if inviting him to join them.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 26, 2021 0:20:10 GMT -5
L | Living Room | strider@raintalon L glanced at Orpheus, eyes wide, trying to look calm when he was anything but. At least it was his friend, but he didn’t fully trust him, especially not with Watari. He didn’t trust anyone with Watari, barely even himself sometimes. And the House? What if he went in a room and L couldn’t stop him? What if Orpheus was forced to choose between Watari and someone he knew in his own world? What if Watari was one of the people who died permanently? He felt choked. And scared. And small. It didn’t help that he hadn’t seen Watari in days now. Or that he was exhausted and had barely eaten anything. This was not the time to deal with another impending tragedy. He looked back at Watari, searching his face for...well, something. He didn’t recognize L. He didn’t know where he was. That...hurt. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but the House, but it did. He looked away, shoving his hands in his pockets, finally closing off his features into a more neutral expression. “No, this is the House.” He said, poking at the carpet with one toe. Even his voice was flat. Another glance at Orpheus, this one less desperate and more...uncertain. There was no way Orpheus knew who this person was. But he’d seen L completely vulnerable, and he had to be wondering why. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2021 0:20:54 GMT -5
Theta | Fluffy fluff Theta turned around, eyes widening a fraction. Had that boy been there a second ago? He hadn't, had he? That seemed impossible. It also seemed like there wasn't enough time for him to have come into the room in another fashion. "Hello," said Theta, head tilting a little and eyebrows rising. "How'd you turn up here? There didn't look like there's any technology around and you don't look like you flew." He glanced around again. The room itself was odd. Very odd. Not like the place he lived at all. It was much nicer, for starters. But that aside, he couldn't place where he was. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 26, 2021 0:27:34 GMT -5
Max’s eyes widened as the puppy spoke. Ah, so this was just going to be one of those days, was it? He’d had days like this before, when he could only expect the unexpected. He wasn’t overly worried yet...the talking puppy was nice. He looked up as more people appeared out of thin air, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy who’d called the dog ‘Tori’. Nickname? He guessed he shouldn’t use it without permission, at any rate. “Hi, Victoria! I’m Max,” he answered, following her as she headed for the other boy. He looked around Max’s own age, but also, somehow, older. “Can I join you guys?” He asked before he sat down, not wanting to start any sort of confrontation now that they seemed to know each other. |
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Post by strider on Feb 26, 2021 0:28:11 GMT -5
Nico | Fluff Nico couldn’t help the small smile that spread over his face as Victoria came bounding over. “Want me to open that for you?” he asked softly, then looked up at the other boy. He tensed just a little bit, but if he stayed far enough away it should be alright. He didn’t say anything, just gave a small nod of greeting as he gently took the bag of chips from Victoria. “Wait…” his eyes narrowed a little as he skimmed the back of the bag – not that that was any help to him, all of the compounds listed just blurred together into something absolutely incomprehensible. “Are chips even safe for you to eat?” |
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Post by strider on Feb 26, 2021 0:31:22 GMT -5
Orpheus | Floof Orpheus shrugged a little, glancing back at where he’d just been standing before he approached. “I was at home with Mr. Hermes, and then I wasn’t. But I’m here now, and… and if it’s the same place I was before, then you’re gonna go right back home with no problem. Probably.” He didn’t actually know if that had happened for the other people he’d gone to gather candy with. Had they been able to go home with no issues? He frowned just a little, brow furrowing. He hoped they had gotten home safe… especially the kid dressed as a pirate. “I’m Orpheus!” he said after a few moments, sticking his hand out for a handshake, if the other boy wanted. “Sorry I don’t know where we are. But Mr. Hermes probably knows, so I can ask him when I get home and tell you if we ever see each other again!” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2021 0:39:56 GMT -5
Theta | Confused, but having fun That didn't make a lot of sense to Theta. This other boy just appearing out of nowhere. The hand also didn't make a lot of sense. He looked at it. Then he inclined his head a little to see if there was anything in the hand. "What?" he asked after a second, unable to keep a note of puzzlement out of his voice. He didn't see anything there. That aside, he wasn't sure who this Hermes was that Orpheus kept mentioning either. So he settled on saying, "I can ask Koschei, but I doubt he'll know." Even if he would pretend to. "You've been here before?" Theta asked, indicating the room. |
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Post by strider on Feb 26, 2021 0:41:53 GMT -5
Orpheus wasn’t going to hurt Watari. Actually, he almost definitely wasn’t capable of hurting Watari, even if he wanted to. L himself had seen how terrible a fighter Orpheus was, and the only thing he could have used for a weapon was his guitar. That was too precious to bash someone over the head with, and a person’s life was too valuable to be lost by someone bashing them over the head with an instrument. No, he had no plans to hurt Watari, even if he were to find out who he was. He didn’t know much about Watari. He knew L spoke of him frequently – and kindly – and as L had made countless references to the fact there was only one person he trusted; it hadn’t taken much logic to figure out that he must mean Watari. The one who had suggested L give the salve to Orpheus to help his hands. The one L was currently waiting to see again, as soon as he was out of danger. Either way, Orpheus didn’t recognize the man standing in front of them. There was no way he would be able to. “The Paradox House,” Orpheus clarified, brow creasing as he glanced at L. Was there a reason he wasn’t elaborating? “Don’t worry. You’re not intruding, nobody lives here… I think. Anyway… it can be dangerous outside of this room, so if you choose to go through that door… it’s probably best to be careful.” He cast a nervous look at L. Had he overstepped? He was having a hard time reading the situation – he just knew that L was worried, and the man in front of them was important. He didn’t think he had said anything that could do any damage, though… |
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Post by strider on Feb 26, 2021 0:46:27 GMT -5
Orpheus | Smol “Oh,” Orpheus replied, glancing back down at his own hand. “Where I’m from, when you introduce yourself, sometimes the adults shake your hand. I don’t know why they do it, but they say it’s polite.” He made a bit of a face as he let his hand fall back down to his side. He didn’t mind that the other boy hadn’t shaken it, he just felt bad to have seemingly confused him. He looked around the room, surprised by how much of it he didn’t recognize. Well… he hadn’t recognized the weird vegetables from the other room, either, so it wasn’t like he really expected to know what most of the things around him were. “I haven’t been in this room specifically before, no.” Orpheus glanced back at the boy, giving a small shrug. “But I figure if you suddenly appear somewhere with no explanation, it’s likely that if it happens a second time it’s linked to when it happened the first time. So… I’ve been somewhere like here.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2021 0:55:56 GMT -5
Theta | Small and Trying "That doesn't seem very likely," said Theta. "If it's Time Lord technology, then it doesn't mean it's the same Time Lord." Not that he knew very much about that. Only what he'd read in books and that wasn't very much. He didn't know if this was something like that, but he kind of hoped that it was. It meant something exciting and it meant a change of pace from his small, quiet living space. "What was the other place you turned up in like?" he asked. He looked down at his hands. He wasn't sure what adults did, but he didn't think that was it. "That's really odd," he admitted after a second. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 26, 2021 0:58:22 GMT -5
[[ Xander || kid room || anyone, directly mentions strider Cloverleaf ]] The House seemed to be making a habit of blinking Xander in while he was in trouble, or rather, getting into trouble. This time he was racing away from the market stalls with a small bag of coins that was most definitely not his when the ground shifted, he slipped on something and stumbled forward, narrowly avoiding crashing into a boy with a puppy. The bag slipped from his hand, it’s contents rolling in all directions as he quickly stepped back and looked around. He was... definitely not where he’d been a second ago. The only explanation he could think of was that it was that strange place he’d been sent before, though none of the people here had been there last time, including the one he’d nearly run over. Oh right, he should probably apologize for that. “Um, sorry about that,” he started as he turned back to the kid with the puppy. “I’m not really used to...” he glanced around the place again. He wasn’t sure what to call it. “... Any of this.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 26, 2021 1:03:30 GMT -5
Max nodded a little, still not quite sitting down as he hadn’t gotten an answer from the other boy. He didn’t want to intrude, but he was curious. He smiled at the puppy, then the boy, staying a safe distance back from both of them for the time being. He knew kids who were touchy about their space. And he got vibes from Nico that said he needed to be careful not to be too forward. He looked up as yet another boy appeared, nearly running the kid and the puppy over, then lost his bag. “Need any help?” He asked, coming forward to start picking the stuff up. |
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Post by strider on Feb 26, 2021 1:06:43 GMT -5
Orpheus | Small “Time Lord?” Orpheus repeated, tilting his head a little bit. “I don’t know what a Time Lord is, I’m sorry.” He felt a little bit out of his depth here, surrounded by things he didn’t understand, talking with the boy about something he had never heard of. He had heard of time, and he knew people in charge often called themselves Lord, but he hadn’t heard the two words mushed together. And it seemed that the combination of the two was important in some way or another. At least… it seemed that they had certain technology that Orpheus probably had no hope of understanding. “So these Time Lords can just make someone appear somewhere?” he asked, tilting his head a little. “That’s cool.” He followed the boy’s gaze down to his hands. “I guess so,” he shrugged before meeting his eyes again. “You never told me you rname.” |
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