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Watari | uh oh | ®Hawkpath® strider |

Something clicked into place in Watari's mind as the person - or, the thing that had been a person - began to force its way through the door with supposedly adrenaline-fueled strength.

Ah....so the three of them were meant to be a Patient Zero, of sorts. He had seen something like this once before during his time as British Intelligence - a biological weapon meant to cause aggression in the target and make them more dangerous than a rational human would be capable of. He and the agency had seen to the end of that project personally, but seemed someone had made another attempt. And they were right in the middle of it.

Before Orpheus could query further about the ill person's intentions, it forced itself through the door with truly impressive strength, and in a second, it was on top of them, snapping and biting at the air as it tried to make contact with them.

Acting on instinct, Watari pulled the chair leg out from his inner pocket and grabbed it in both hands, pinning it against the person's throat as it wrapped both its hands around his arms, struggling to free itself. With monumental effort, fueled by his own adrenaline, he pushed forward, slamming the thing into the wall with as much force as he could muster. Again. Again. Again. But it wouldn't let up, and in these cramped quarters, he couldn't get enough space to swing at it.

"There is a brick on the floor just outside the elevator doors," he huffed, acutely aware that he wasn't as young as he used to be as he felt his lungs shouting their protests at all this activity. "Please get it for me. And if you could move in an expedited manner, I would be quite grateful."

Orpheus blinked as Watari immediately surged into action, taking hold of the not-quite human thing and slamming it up against the wall. He didn’t know how to help, didn’t know what he could possibly do. Orpheus had barely processed that Watari had asked for the brick when L had already grabbed it and was seemingly struggling with what, exactly, he needed to do with it. Orpheus frowned – he didn’t want to watch this. He looked away, wincing as the brick slammed into the thing’s head once, then twice. He didn’t know if it was dead – didn’t know if it could die.
There wasn’t time to worry about that. Another one had appeared and was beginning to amble its way towards the three of them, something hungry in its gaze. Orpheus sucked in a deep breath. Watari and L were preoccupied with the one that had first broken in, and letting them be trapped seemed like a very, very bad idea. Almost without thinking, Orpheus planted his feet the way L had showed him, and braced himself.
He put his hands protectively in front of his chest, trying to sink into the ground so he couldn’t be pushed over if it came to it. And then, as soon as the thing was close – only a few seconds later, but with the adrenaline pouring through Orpheus it felt like minutes – he surged forward and punched it in the face. You want to keep your thumb out. L’s reminder flickered across Orpheus thought only moments before the punch connected, and Orpheus let out a sharp hiss of pain as the thing staggered backwards. He didn’t have time to think about what he’d just done… he glanced back, holding his now injured hand close to his chest as he tried to tell whether it was safe to get out of the weird floating metal box.

L | Oops | strider <Raintalon>

Everything happened too fast.
The creature fell, L’s blows to its head enough to knock it down and, hopefully, end it. If it even could be killed, anyway. He didn’t actually know if it could die, but...he had no time to wonder.
Orpheus.
He turned, eyes wide with shock as he saw the punch land. Orpheus had remembered to widen his stance, at least, so he wasn’t immediately knocked over.
Then Watari moved fast, and L hesitated, not wanting to get in the way but also not wanting to see Orpheus hurt. He didn’t know how to help. He didn’t -
Then Orpheus was falling, half thrown by Watari, and L moved without thinking, trying to catch him, or at least cushion his fall. Lack of trust was forgotten. All L knew was that his father and his best friend were in danger and he couldn’t sit by and do nothing.
“Are you alright?” He asked Orpheus, urgently, eyes wide as they met the poet’s gaze and held it. “Are you hurt?”
He Watari was okay. He was out of breath, but L hadn’t seen him get actually injured. Something inside of L hardened at the sight of his handler gasping for breath.
“I’m going to lead the way, now.” He said it in a simple, I’m not asking tone. Which, ironically, he had learned from Watari how to use. He hadn’t quite let go of Orpheus yet, either. The House had thrown the two people L cared about most into this, and it had to have known that he would fight like hell to protect them both.
And Watari didn’t even know what the House was yet. A glance at his handler told the detective that he had already formed some kind of hypothesis about what this was. Well...he’d just have to learn for himself what was true and what wasn’t, then. L knew the House speech wouldn’t go over well until he saw some things with his own eyes.

The Heart of the Woods - w/ Myrnin mintedstar/fur | Live or Die

Rowlin snapped his fingers, "Guess there's no hope. I'll be tripping for the rest of time." He chuckled at the thought.
"But no, I'm not speculating anything on myself." He decided to correct the thought. "I guess-for this instant, or moment in time, I seriously wish I was-so that the cold wouldn't annoy me as much." He grinned now. "I might have grown up in this weather, doesn't mean I'm embracing it."

Now Myrnin was theory crafting and maybe hit the bullseye, "Woa.. wow wow.. hold on a sec." He raised his hands at the thought, his voice raising an active. "Shadow inside me? I might have skeletons in my closest, but to assume such a thing is nearly impossible-those kinds of vampires don't associate with society. There was a royal bloodline that was comprised of these entities, and they even created an army of only these entities. What happened to that bloodline, is still up for debate though; dead, gone, insane, diminished... no clue. But they are considered the worst kind of people-ruthless killers, no remorse, maybe all done for amusement as they each gone insane." The idea of being one of those entities is a death sentence...

"Y-yea.. it looks damaged-"
4 o-clock
Hearing the faint voice that often annoyed him, he twitched his head to the right, his gaze sharpening in panic, as he grabbed myrnin by the scruff, and pulled the frozen popsicle forward into the clearing.

From the far right, where the initially stood- flew an entire wave of frozen icicles, that had collided with a tree only a few inches ahead.
At the same time the sound of squeakily wheels had gotten louder-to the point of racing towards the clearing as it launched from the center right of the woodlands, landing in the center of the clearing, tipped over. The wagon was frozen-rusted, and scratched up from all sides. Upon further inspection it was the wagon from the vision before, but in a much more decrypted and damaged state.
From behind the two came hissing, louder and louder- a slithering massive figure its outline more visible as it came into view. Before long, two yellow eyes gleamed, as the slithering figure was made out to be a snake-except only much larger, over 6 feet tall, and massively bulky large. It was approaching the two now in the clearing, directly upfront with a menacingly hiss.

Rowlin blinked tensing up, "A familiar, a spirit dweller, a collective?" He raised a brow, trying to interpret what it was, and how to approach the situation.
Don't just....stand....trying...kill... you-both.. The faint voice was called out to Rowlin.
"Uh... you know how to fight? That-is trying to kill us." He quickly took a step back, to press his foot against the snow-he wanted to see how deep the surface was from where they stood, indicating the obstacle they may encounter in this fight.

Watari | fake-out | ®Hawkpath® strider |

Watari straightened up, glancing over to Orpheus and L to see if Orpheus had been injured by the fall. He was surprised to hear his voice, high pitched and frightened, as he tried to misdirect L away from whatever in his hand he had broken. Unlike L, he was evidently a poor liar.

So then, did he believe L's lies?

He stowed that information away with the rest as L turned to him, watching carefully as he made his case - no, not that. Stated his intentions. He had no intention of arguing anything. He had already made up his mind.

"Very well, sir," he said, giving L a polite nod as he didn't so much relent as made the decision not to waste time. He would prefer to take the lead, but if L was a hardheaded sort of person, it would be faster to go along with him, monitoring the situation from the back of the group.

Not ideal. But, one could not get hung up on ideals in a situation like this.

Theta was doubting it was Gallifrey as well. While he had a rough idea what things were in the room, it was all theories and guesses, not really anything else. That was what made it so cool. There was actually a place that he didn't know.
"Maybe," he said. But it was alright if it was neither of the two options. He actually would prefer if it was something new. Then he could ask Orpheus about Greece and get two experiences for one.
He walked after Orpheus as he seemed to agree with the challenge. Theta's lips twitched and he looked excited about what might possibly happen. He was prepared to see what happened at least, he wasn't sure if Orpheus was in any sort of danger though.
He was slightly surprised when the only thing with the beanbag was that it seemed to function as a rather interesting cushioning device. He stepped forward, eyes curious and wide. 
"What's it made out of, do you think?" he asked.

Orpheus slid off the beanbag chair, lightly poking at it before he shrugged, turning back to look at Theta. “The inside feels like it would be fluffy. Maybe… feathers?” He had seen plenty of things stuffed with feathers before – it was really the only option that made sense to him. “You’d need a lot of feathers to fill up something that big, though,” he considered, tilting his head and looking back at Theta.
“Maybe we could… find out?” He didn’t usually like destroying things, but Theta was curious, and he was curious, and he found he wanted to know what was inside. “I don’t have anything sharp though,” he said after a moment, sounding a little bit sad about it. Maybe it would be for the best that they didn’t cut it open, but Orpheus couldn’t help his desire to satisfy his new friend’s curiosity. If Theta wanted to know what was inside, then so did Orpheus. Especially since it didn’t seem to be what Theta had expected.

"Yes!" Myrnin said excitedly. Of course he'd like to do that! Even if there was nothing to show for it, it was at least worth a try, as Kelsier said. 
The vampire bounced up and down on his heals a bit at this. Now he was even more excited. This should be great fun. Really! He wasn't sure what he'd have to show for it, but whatever. It was still going to be interesting to bring back his discovery to Kelsier.
He also hadn't, as Kelsier had noted, seen him at his full power. Which just made him more curious and maybe mildly impressed. Either way, Myrnin looked down at the frosting and held up a coated spoon.
"Ooooooh? I have more impressive tricks? I'm so glad." He chuckled as he said this and glanced down at the bowl again. Then he used the spoon to indicate it.
"Anyway, yeah, I think we're supposed to apply it and then let it harden. You want to do the honors?"
He held the bowl out to Kelsier.

Kelsier | Holiday Baking Room | mintedstar/fur

Even if Myrnin had nothing to show for this, Kelsier was excited to see him excited. Even if this was a dead end, you only found the way out of the maze by continuing to search in spite of the dead ends. Kelsier knew that better than most, probably.
He hoped they got to see each other at full power, at some point. He liked Myrnin quite a bit so far, and he was curious about him, curious to see more of what he was like.
“I think we’re both rather impressive, don’t you?” He added, grinning as he dipped his head, acknowledging the other man. “You’re the first vampire I’ve ever met, and I’m the first Mistborn you’ve ever met. And I, at least, am among the best of my kind. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were, as well.”
He turned his attention to the bowl, accepting it and taking the spoon. “Gladly,” he agreed, and turned to the house. Time to see if they could actually construct this thing.
He began to spread the frosting on, attempting to make it relatively even so it would actually stick.

The Heart of the Woods - w/ Rowlin Auransky

Personally, Myrnin would have liked to comment a whole lot more on Rowlin's, as far as he could tell, blatant denial. But as already illustrated, there were other things to worry about.
The snow would have been enough reason.
Things from that magical vision coming into reality and tumbling dangerously toward them would have been a good second.
But the rather more important third was the fact that there was a rather dangerous looking creature trying to kill them.
Myrnin at once hissed - heh - and his fangs unsheathed. It was more of a reaction than an actual skill for defense. He did side-eye Rowlin though. 
"Why not run?" he growled.
Could he run? Was that an option? He felt pretty frozen, all things considered. He could give it a go though. How good was Rowlin at fighting giant snakes? Did he do that regularly? He didn't seem surprised, at any rate. Or scared.
Unless of course that little shadow that he wanted to deny that he had was of some help. Oh, Myrnin didn't know that for sure, but Rowlin's reaction had been quite interesting and it made him wonder.
Everyone in the House had a secret.
It just depended when it came out.
Rowlin didn't seem like he'd gotten to that point yet. He would.
Myrnin was fully confident in that. He'd work out what Rowlin's ... background ... was.
He was sure it would be quite interesting.

Myrnin almost purred in amusement. Kelsier 

That was an idea. Theta's eyes sharpened again. Orpheus seemed to be looking, so the boy let him. He nodded though, several times. "Yes, that would work." He knew what glass was, but in his small corner of Gallifrey, out of the way of others, he didn't see it very often. Frankly, glass was interesting for him, but hadn't really come up.
When Orpheus turned to him, Theta waited until he finished. Then he grinned, reaching out and patting Orpheus on the shoulder.
"Same here," he said, smiling. "All of this is so cool! I don't know any of it."
He looked toward what were snacks, but Theta personally just saw odd, small passels.
"We should check those out, hum?" he asked Orpheus. More of a suggested statement than a real question. "They look small and interesting."

Kelsier | Holiday Baking Room | mintedstar/fur

Kelsier glanced up as he continued to spread the frosting, not yet assembling anything since he wasn’t totally sure where everything belonged.
“It might break it,” he admitted, glancing back at the pieces. “But I hope it won’t. The pressure really depends on how much metal we use...hence me not putting everything I have in. I can control how much I Push though...that’s why I can make a coin hover instead of shooting to the ceiling, for example.”
He stepped back, nodding at the pieces. “Care to help me assemble?” He asked, shooting Myrnin a bright smile. He hadn’t forgotten about the cookies, but he honestly had no idea how long they needed to bake, so he wasn’t paying them much attention.

Orpheus didn’t know what he was doing. He just knew that he had to do whatever he could to make sure that all three of them made it out alright, and that, if only one of them could make it, it was Watari. If two of them made it, it would be L and Watari. Orpheus was not only dead weight in this room, but he was also the least important person there. Watari may not have known L yet, but he would. And if this was his only blink? If he watched L die here, as the boy he was raising grew up to look more and more like the boy he had seen die… Orpheus shook the thought away. It wasn’t going to happen. And L wasn’t going to have to suffer through watching Watari die. Yes, Orpheus was extraneous here. Obviously, neither L nor Watari wanted him to die here, because they were good people. But if he did… well, he knew his death would cause the least pain overall. He didn’t like it, but he was distinctly aware of it. Worst came to worst? He could be bait.
He wasn’t going to worry about that, yet. Instead, he followed L out of the elevator, holding his injured thumb close to his hand and trying to pretend it didn’t hurt. He knew his lie was unconvincing, but since neither of the others had mentioned it… perhaps he could pretend it didn’t hurt for a bit longer.
There was nobody around. Orpheus glanced back nervously at the elevator, wondering if it was really wise to be venturing into this building without knowing what they were doing or where they were going. He thought he heard sounds coming from above, but he wasn’t sure. It was… eerie. Orpheus was tense, waiting for more of the inhuman things to attack them. So far… it seemed the way was clear.
“Where might an exit be?” he asked, his voice scarcely louder than whisper. He didn’t know what had drawn the things to them originally, but he didn’t want to end up accidentally attracting them by speaking too loudly or something equally as stupid.