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Hange | Museum room | ®Hawkpath® strider |

Hange closed their hand into a fist and slammed it into the floor, frustration filling them for a moment as the knife slid away, seemingly of its own accord. Then, their eyes went to the hourglass, just as the last of the sand fell through to the bottom.

Oh. Their heart was beating.

Why hadn't they noticed before?

And then, the silence ended as Nico toppled to the ground, holding his head. "Nico!" they called sharply, jerking their head up as he fell.

Nico squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out everything, trying to get the pressure to go away. He tensed at the feeling of someone next to him, but there wasn’t a thing he could do to fight back. It took him a few precious moments to realize it was Kelsier. By the time he had… he gave another soft whimper, slumping forward as his body gave out on him. He tried to reach out for Kelsier, tried to feel his warmth under him, but he couldn’t quite manage it. He gave a choked sob, body trembling as it gave one last attempt to fight… well, whatever it was that had gone wrong. He still didn’t know.
It was only another couple of moments before he fell still, eyes glazing and expression settling into something neutral, hiding the indescribable pain that had washed suddenly over him.

Quincy, still trembling, took a step towards the timer, tilting their head at it.
“That’s a shame,” they commented lightly, pursing their lips. “We were quite certain that it was counting down to something. I believe the archaeologist who discovered it will be very put out.” They hummed quietly to themself, not seeming to notice the destruction around them.

Kelsier | Museum Room | strider <Raintalon>

It was over too soon.
Kelsier reached forward at the same moment Nico did, catching his hand, panic bright in his eyes as the situation sunk in fully. He knew what was happening. The House had been very clear.
Three will leave.
Then Nico fell still. And Kelsier moved, his free hand resting over the boy’s chest, feeling for a heartbeat he knew he wouldn’t find. It was over. Nico was dead.
If Kelsier hadn’t Snapped before this moment, he would have now. He closed his eyes, trembling a little at the intensity of the pain stabbing through him, like he was the one the House had decided to kill.
He didn’t move as Hange approached, didn’t bother looking at them. They had thrown Nico, but their crimes were all but forgotten now, in the face of what had just happened. This…
This was the House’s doing.
He opened his eyes.
“House,” he said quietly, and his voice wasn’t steady anymore. “You know me. You know what happened last time I lost someone I loved. You know how many people died that day. This game is over. Bring him back. Bring him back to me.”
Hope wasn’t lost. He knew how the House worked. This wasn’t permanent.
That was what he told himself. Whether it was because he believed it or because he had already shattered once and was afraid to do it again was anyone’s guess,

Zuko didn’t have the chance to be hugged very often. Lu Ten used to hug him, he’d hugged him when he needed someone to tell things to that he didn’t feel comfortable yet telling the adults. But Lu Ten was gone. His mother had hugged him, but that was her job, and she was gone too, now. The only one left with any hugs to give was Iroh, and he was long gone and far away. He was coming home, but he was coming home disgraced. Hugging someone his own age felt… odd, but nice. He let his eyes close as he held onto Sal for a long moment, feeling everything that had made him upset just… melt away. If this was what it was like to actually have friends, he understood why Azula liked it so much. Although… she lied to boss Mai and Ty Lee around, and Zuko didn’t want to boss this boy around at all. He gave his own smile in return as Sal mentioned he was smiling… it was nice to know, even if he couldn’t see it.
“You’ve never seen a turtle duck?” Zuko asked, tilting his head just a little bit. “They’re great. They have these hard shells that they can hide in but they’re really just fluffy… or feathery, when they grow up… and they swim, and…” he frowned, rubbing the back of his neck as he realized he was rambling.
“What’s your favorite animal? Also… what’s your name?”

“That’s what growing up is supposed to do,” Newt supplied cheerfully, a smile settling over his face. “It’s supposed to teach you lots and lots of things so you can be really smart as an adult. But I think my mom knows more than most people know. But maybe that’s just cause she’s my mom and she knows all the things that I want to know. You used to be able to google things when you didn’t know them, but you can’t anymore, so I think it’s even more impressive that she knows things. Anyway… I hope we both know as much as her one day.”
He frowned a little, tilting his head at the possibility of sharing a dream. “I don’t see why we can’t both be real…” he mused, then smiled as he reached for his arm and pinched himself, hard. “OW! Okay, well that proves I’m real.”

“Oh,” Noah replied, brows raising a little bit in surprise as a grin spread across his face. “Good! Then I’m glad we’re friends. You’re nice. And you’re cool too.” As far as Noah was concerned, ‘cool’ was just about the best thing a person could be. And Lynch was most definitely cool.
He nodded a bit, lifting his fist to lightly hit Ronan’s. It wasn’t often he found himself with a new friend, so he was going to do everything in his power to make sure he didn’t lose this friendship. Of course some of the cool older kids at the skatepark tolerated him, but they were raven boys. And though Noah knew he was going to be a raven boy as well (after all his father and grandfather had both gone to Aglionby), he knew he was a long way away from that. And the kids his age didn’t like him much, except for Whelk. And Whelk really only liked him because Noah listened to him and did what he told him to do.
“Who said we can’t?” he asked, mischief glimmering in his eyes. “I mean… we might need more than the two of us, but if we had help I bet we could build a pretty impressive tower.” He gestured around vaguely, then smiled as he met Ronan’s eyes. “We have help.”

Nico frowned a little bit, shaking his head. He was speaking Italian, and even if Varian didn’t speak it, Nico knew where he was from and what language he was speaking. And he also knew his English was significantly worse than his Italian, but if Varian wanted him to speak in English… he could certainly try.
“Last time I was here, I don’t think my friend even knew what Italian was, but he seemed to understand me perfectly fine. Maybe… maybe it’s magic! So you can understand me when I speak Italian, and you are understood to me even when you’re speaking English, because I hear what you say in Italian!” Nico blushed a little bit as he tried to go back over what he had said to make sure it made sense, but he thought Varian would probably understand it. Maybe if it was magic it could translate his bad English into something more understandable. If it was magic… Nico wanted to know how it worked.
“Your dad should let you do alchemy,” Nico replied, forgetting all about the Italian. “It sounds like you’re good at it! And I think if you’re good at something, you should be let to do it.” He considered that for a few moments before nodding firmly as though to reaffirm his point. “I trust you,” he added, looking up at Varian. “I wanna see your alchemy, even if it is loud.”

Anyone wanna do, like, super short post Rping? ))

Late but I'm down! )

(I can hop in in a few hours if y'all are still up for it!)

( XD Uuuuh, Myrnin, mostly, pfft. But sort of Doc too, so I'll probably use her or Kid.)

(Wanna start in the living room? Just to see what happens?)

Kid appeared a couple seconds later, chewing on a finger nail and then taking it away from his mouth and curiously watching it instantly regrow.
That could be a very dangerous habit to start.
He looked around the living room, almost surprised to see it, and then more surprised to see L.
"Should I be wondering why you're blond?" he asked with curiosity. "Is it to do with a case?"

Kid | Living Room | Hawk

Kid winced and frowned at the mention of the fish.
"So I was," he said with almost a sigh. He didn't think he liked the idea much of discussing this particular aspect of his time in the House.
Latest time in the House.
"I can't say I liked the room," he said, frowning deeply and glancing around until he found another chair and sat down.
"What have you been up to?" he tried instead.

“Helipad,” Orpheus repeated, accent picking up notably as he tried to pronounce the unfamiliar word. Well, he figured he was just getting a head start at learning… whatever language it was that Watari and L spoke, given that a lot of what they spoke about didn’t yet exist in his world. He would have to ask them what language they spoke in, as soon as they were out of life threatening danger.
“Helicopter,” he tried as L spoke the second unfamiliar word. “Heli… they’re related, aren’t they?” Musing about language wasn’t going to get any of them to safety, so he fell silent, instead letting Watari and L once again take the lead.
“Yes, sorry, I can do whatever you need me to do. I don’t know what a helicopter is, but if it can get us out of here, I trust you both. We can try to clear some of the debris… though I can’t be as much help with that as I’d like to be…”

Matt | Swapped Skills Room | ®Hawkpath® |

"And, in the words of a true hero, God has cursed me for my hubris, and my work is never finished."

Matt blinked into the House, sitting crouched on the floor with his hands in front of him, empty where the game controller had been. He flailed at empty air for a second, in the zone, and then finally realized there was no longer a game in front of him, and straightened up, blinking.

"Oh, hey," he said, brightening as he brought his arms up and linked his fingers in a stretch. "Been a minute."

Matt | Living room | ®Hawkpath® |

"Oh, hey!" Matt leaned backwards on his hands, not getting up just yet. Okay, yes, that was technically the polite things to do, but his legs were asleep from sitting cross-legged for so long and he wasn't quite ready for the world of agony standing up would bring him. "

He squinted at the newcomer, a weird sense of deja vu causing him to pause for a moment. Why did he feel like he'd seen him somewhere before....?

Oh well. He'd never been very good with faces.

"I'm Matt," he said, offering the stranger a friendly smile. "I'm guessing this isn't your first blink, from the 'oh my god you have got to be kidding me' look on your face. You been coming here long?"