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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 29, 2021 19:35:31 GMT -5
Hange | Museum room | ®Hawkpath® strider |" Stop messing around." With that, Hange grabbed Kelsier roughly by the collar and swung him around, pinning him roughly by the wall. They were lifting him several inches off the ground with one arm, but they didn't seem to notice, their eyes pinned on Kelsier with enough venom to bore a hole through his skull. "We don't have time for you to stand around feeling sorry for yourself," they spat, shoving him a little harder against the wall without much regard for whether or not they were hurting him. "We're both responsible for what happened to your son - how he died. More than likely, he's not coming back, and what's done is done. I refuse to lose a son and his father in a single day, no matter how much of a pigheaded idiot the latter might be. If necessary, I will drag you out of here missing as many pieces as needed to throw you through that open door and back into the living room, but I would rather let you carry your son's body out with you. Do you understand me?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 29, 2021 20:12:39 GMT -5
Kelsier didn’t have time to do more than hiss as he was slammed against the wall, his back slamming against it with enough force to break bone. He stared at them as they spoke, his entire body tense with the war between rage and grief, which wasn’t much of a war at all for him. For him, the two went very nicely together. Their words scorched him, but he didn’t flinch. Messing around...feeling sorry for himself...his son’s death...he had no right to call Nico that, and now they’d never be able to talk about it...unless he came back. He would come back, he had to. He couldn’t let it end like this. Not again. He narrowed his eyes, a dangerous look passing over his hawkish features as the silence following their words rang out loud and clear. The worst part...they were right. He was to blame for Nico’s death. He was doing nothing about it now. Just wasting time he didn’t have. “I believe I do.” And then he Pulled on the supper beams hard, yanking himself into the air and hopefully out of their grip. If they did let go, he’d kick them in the face on the way up, flaring pewter for strength as he did. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 29, 2021 20:28:51 GMT -5
Well, at least he really would be careful. That much was clear. L didn’t know enough to give the advice he wished he could, but he at least knew that Orpheus was needed and probably wouldn’t be intentionally murdered. It was more than he could say for himself, anyway. Maybe that was a reason he liked Orpheus so much. He had more heart than most people L knew did put together. He tried so hard to do not only the right thing, but the thing that would help the most people he could possibly reach. He was, in a way, what L knew he would never quite manage to be. A truly good person. It wasn’t even close to the only reason L liked him, but it was one of them. He nodded, approaching the door Orpheus had picked. “Yes, this one will work,” he agreed, eyeing it as if he might he able to see some hint as to what was inside. It didn’t work that way, of course, but he could try. He stepped inside, trusting Orpheus to follow. And was immediately met with a soft looking room, lit by low, warm lamps and surrounded by bookshelves. In the center was a coffee table and a chess board, set up ready to play, and two soft armchairs on either side, a red one on the white side and a blue on the black side. |
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Post by strider on Apr 30, 2021 1:06:37 GMT -5
Orpheus glanced at Watari, tilting his head as he explained his familiarity with Greek. It was clear that he didn’t quite get it, but it was the Paradox House. Orpheus could definitely understand not getting it. “I’m not entirely sure I’d be able to understand much of the modern version,” he admitted, giving a small shrug. “Most of the words I know that you would consider modern are in Japanese because of…” he hesitated, unsure whether to use the name L had originally given him when they’d met, or the one he had taken to calling him. They were the same thing, technically, but L had introduced himself as L, not as Λ. “L,” he said after a moment, deciding it would be the less confusing option. L was better at explaining the whole situation than Orpheus was, and he knew Watari well enough to know how best to approach it, so Orpheus decided to leave it to him. He pressed a head a few feet, kicking the rubble gently to the side. If they could just find a staircase… he at least knew how to use one of those. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 30, 2021 1:12:12 GMT -5
Kid | Living Room | Hawk Considering how Kid pressed his lips together in an effort not to frown, it was a pretty obvious what his opinions were on telling L exactly why he was afraid of fish. He just didn't want to do it. It did not seem to be his cup of tea, for lack of a better way of describing it. So he was glad that L didn't try. "You seem to have greatly desensitized yourself to the idea of your own death," Kid noted after a second. "Are you not afraid of it?" L | Living Room | MintL noted Kid’s reaction, noted the way his lips pressed together at the question. He wouldn’t push it, but he couldn’t help being curious...that was okay right?
He blinked a little, surprised at the question. “Not afraid of it?” He repeated, frowning a little at the idea. “Desensitized is a good term for it, I think, but not afraid isn’t true at all. I’m actually terrified to die, in spite of having done it twice already.”
He looked down, shifting a little. “I just said it was likely. Which, unfortunately, it is.”
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"In the House, I assume?" Kid checked. One could never be sure with blinkers. He was a perfect example of that. After all, it wasn't like he'd expected to come back. "But yes, I understand what you mean." Had, at any rate. "That is unfortunate though." He felt a bit desensitized himself and he frowned. He didn't like that. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked, though he was pretty sure he couldn't. Not at all. But there wasn't much he could do to change the fact the House could be quite terrible. |
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Post by strider on Apr 30, 2021 1:31:55 GMT -5
Quincy’s eyes widened, mouth opening in protest as Kelsier was slammed against the wall. “There are priceless paintings in those frames…” they said, though their words were drowned out by Hange’s anger. Or… not anger. Whatever it was. They waited, crossing their arms and tapping their foot like a disappointed substitute teacher. “I’m more than happy to show you both the exit if you would like to leave. If not, there is more to see. I’m afraid we’re going to have to close this area to the public…” they paused, gaze catching on Nico’s body again. They didn’t have words for the feeling, just the knowledge that the boy had been curious about the exhibits, more curious than either of the two remaining. And now there was no boy there anymore. It made sense why the other two were upset, but they still needed to get moving. Quincy could deal with what had happened here later. Probably. |
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Post by strider on Apr 30, 2021 2:13:03 GMT -5
Orpheus’ mind was far less directed than L’s. He let his gaze drift over various doors, turning to give L a small smile as he opened the one Orpheus had picked, then followed him inside. It was… interesting. Sometimes Orpheus thought he would never get used to the look of some of the things in the House. The furniture was far more colorful than he was used to, and though it wasn’t a bad thing, it was just… perhaps a little bit jarring. It looked like the couch in the living room, which was incredibly unlike anything Orpheus had ever seen in his world. The differences were so stark… sometimes he wondered if it was even possible for him and L to be from the same world. Even if they were, the technology available meant that Orpheus was as unfamiliar with L’s world as he would be one in a completely different universe. The room itself didn’t seem unpleasant, though. He approached the red chair, laughing quietly at the fact that it was almost the exact color of his bandana. “Do you know what this room is asking us to do?” he asked L, looking around curiously. Nothing looked familiar to him, though he figured L would be much better than he was at finding clues about the room’s purpose. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 30, 2021 2:21:07 GMT -5
L blinked, hesitating before he answered that question. “Yes...and no,” he admitted, pursing his lips a little. “I’m fairly desensitized to the idea in my own world, as well. It’s a side effect of what I do, most likely. I’m not even close to okay with it, but it is likely and there’s nothing I can do that I will do to make it less likely. So...I’m used to it. Still, it isn’t normally this likely. He blinked a little, expression softening as Kid offered to help. “I’m afraid not,” he answered after a moment. “It’s complicated, but the short version is that my cover is blown. I’m on the run. Hence the disguise.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 30, 2021 8:28:42 GMT -5
Hange | Museum room | ®Hawkpath® strider |Hange let Kel go, even allowed him to kick them on his way up. Eyes narrowed in determination, they leapt after him with superhuman speed, aiming to grab his wrist and wrench him back with them. They had meant what they said. As much as they didn't want to see Kelsier's face right now, they were going to get him out of here alive, whether he wanted to go or not.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 30, 2021 8:32:43 GMT -5
Watari | Zombie room | ®Hawkpath® strider |"I see," said Watari simply, making no move to contradict or struggle against either of their assertions, although he, of course, did not believe them. He had worked with many schizoaffective patients before, and he had no patience for those who were disrespectful to their beliefs. "Yes, I suppose that makes sense. Apologies if my ancient Greek is a bit rusty, in that case. As I said, I am mostly fluent in the language's more modern iteration." He looked up, his eyes finally beginning to adjust to the gloom. "Ah, I see a staircase up ahead," he said, gesturing forward. "Perhaps it isn't blocked."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 30, 2021 9:16:08 GMT -5
Kelsier bit back a cry of pain as he felt his wrist yanking him back down, his shoulder very nearly dislocating as his Pull went against the movement. He landed smoothly and turned, sweeping out a dagger in one fluid motion and aiming to press it to their throat, eyes dark and burning. “Let go of me,” he told them, his voice deadly calm. He didn’t look at Quincy, or Nico. Truthfully? He just needed to win this. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 30, 2021 9:40:45 GMT -5
They wouldn’t turn Nico away if he came back. They wouldn’t...Kelsier was sure they wouldn’t. Nico was a part of the crew now, they were family, and Kel knew they’d hear Nico out, they’d listen to him if they could. But they weren’t here now. Only Kelsier was. He didn’t hear the other Nico, he didn’t understand where this was, all he knew was that he was here and Nico was dying in his arms and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. Me managed a tiny smile as Nico took the metals, even if he knew it wasn’t enough, not to fix what this was. Pewter wouldn’t save Nico, but it would make it easier to go through death. “I know, it’s alright, you’re okay,” he murmured, pulling Nico a little closer. He needed to help, somehow, but he didn’t know how he could...all he had to offer were words, and they were poor comfort. “Just…look up, Nico,” he added, voice soft, barely loud enough to carry. “Everyone forgets to look up, don’t they? Everyone always forgets about the things they can’t see in front of them...but not us. We know it’s there. Look up, Nico. Use tin to see it.” It was all he could offer, and it wasn’t much. But he has to do something, didn’t he? |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 30, 2021 12:21:30 GMT -5
L, while he did at times to nonverbal (it was interesting to balance this with the amount of communication he did during cases, thankfully a good portion of it was not vocal), could tell that this wasn’t the same thing. He could talk, just not… “Ah. Another one,” he muttered, shaking his head a little as he figured out the House’ purpose here. “I did this room with a friend of mine once too. Not precisely the same...there were no dead bodies last time...but you’re supposed to try doing my job, I think.” Annoying that he couldn’t help. He knew things, clues and what they might mean, but he couldn’t tell any of that. He lifted his hands and tried to sign it instead, but his hands refused to cooperate...no loopholes, then. He shook his head, mildly irritated. He looked at the knife as Matt picked it up, and opened his mouth to say something about it, then closed it again and narrowed his eyes as nothing happened. |
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Post by strider on Apr 30, 2021 16:10:13 GMT -5
Pewter made breathing just a little bit easier. It couldn’t fix the problem, it couldn’t heal him entirely, but it was buying him some time. He wasn’t sure he deserved that time, especially not if it was at the expense of Kelsier’s safety. But he couldn’t give the metals back now that they were in his system. You’re okay. Nico let the words wash over him, taking at least a little bit of comfort from them. He had spent most of the first year with the crew fact checking every single thing Kelsier said. He didn’t believe a word unless he had proof. And though Nico was the one who had promised not to lie, Kelsier had never lied to him, either. Nico doubted he was about to start now, which meant… maybe this was going to be okay. “Look up,” he echoed softly, blinking up at the sky and looking past Kelsier into the dark. He had fallen in love with the stars. They were the one thing that nobody bad could ever touch, the one thing that didn’t change. Nico imagined laying in a field of flowers, the ground soft and impossibly green. He imagined the world being illuminated by stars that weren’t blocked by mist or ash. Tin began to burn steadily in Nico’s stomach, and an awed look crossed his face. No matter how many times he saw the stars he would never cease to be amazed. “They’re still there,” he whispered, like that itself was a miracle. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 30, 2021 18:03:40 GMT -5
L looked around the room, first for danger, then for anything else. It seemed...peaceful, for the moment, but that didn’t mean much. He quietly calculated the chances of the room being dangerous, and nodded a little to himself, deciding they weren’t terribly high at the moment. They could always change, but that was just life, not the House in particular. He wasn’t as unfamiliar with the setup as Orpheus was. He noted the colored chairs (coded somehow? The red was similar to Orpheus’ bandana) (which L was still wearing since he’d been given it) but that could have meant nothing. He didn’t know for sure. The chessboard board caught his attention, and he blinked, raising an eyebrow at it. “I suppose it’s likely that you’ve never played chess before,” he commented, glancing at Orpheus and giving him a quick, searching look. “I have. If you haven’t...perhaps I’m supposed to teach you.” He felt oddly pleased with the idea, actually. He approached the blue chair and stepped up, settling into his regular crouch and eyeing first it, then Orpheus. He hadn’t taught anyone chess in a while now...but how hard could it be? And it would be safer for Orpheus if he knew how to think strategically, which was something L was very good at, even if he wasn’t sure how well he’d teach it. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 30, 2021 18:22:12 GMT -5
Kelsier had never lied to Nico before. It didn’t feel right, somehow, doing it now, but that was exactly what he did. He knew Nico wasn’t okay, and he knew he wasn’t going to be. This...these moments...were his last. And Kelsier refused to let them be clouded by fear, if there was anything he could do about it. So, for the first time, he lied. He knew Nico loved the stars, even more than Kelsier himself did. He remembered that first time so well, still, when Nico couldn’t burn, when he didn’t trust anyone, even himself it had seemed at times. When he hadn’t understood what Kel was saying at first, when he’d barely dared speak, when he’d launched himself into the sky to get just that little bit closer...yes, Kelsier remembered. It seemed right now that he see them again, remember their presence as the world went dark one last time. Kelsier lived in the dark. He walked the nights, the mists at his side and swirling in his wake. How strange and fitting was it that the thing that would always remind him of his son lived in that same darkness, and at the same time was its opposite? “Even when you can’t see them,” he whispered back, finishing the sentence. “Always there. Shining in the dark. Lighting the way for anyone willing to look.” He looked at Nico again. He didn’t need the stars, just yet. He’d save those for when he did. |
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Post by strider on Apr 30, 2021 18:22:33 GMT -5
Orpheus was probably never going to get used to seeing L wearing his bandana. It was good for the disguise, but it clearly added at least a little bit to the general discomfort L had with the outfit as a whole. It just… wasn’t him. Orpheus hoped for nothing more than the ability for L to hand him back the bandana in the next couple of blinks, tell him he found Watari and was safe, and that he was grateful, but wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Unfortunately, things didn’t always work out the way Orpheus wanted them to. He breathed out, forcing his attention towards the board. “Chess,” he repeated, the word unfamiliar. He enjoyed learning the words that had been invented between the time that Orpheus lived and the time L did. Even if he couldn’t always pronounce them right, there was something exciting about having that sort of bridge between worlds. “Is it a sort of game?” he asked, taking a seat across from L. Sometimes he wondered if the way L sat was comfortable, but he hadn’t ever asked before. He figured now wasn’t a good time, either. He’d have to try it at some point, but… not now. “It looks… different from anything I’ve seen before,” he noted, knowing full well that that didn’t mean much. He wasn’t familiar with a lot of things in the House. |
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Post by strider on Apr 30, 2021 18:30:51 GMT -5
The stars were hope. That was what Nico had thought from the first moment Kelsier had showed them to him. They were hope that there was something beyond the ash-covered, bloodstained streets of Luthadel. There was a past with flowers and plants and people that could live freely and smile as easily as Kelsier did. There was a future where those same things might come back, if Kelsier succeeded. Maybe not flowers. Maybe not plants. But… hadn’t Kelsier managed to lure Nico’s smile out of hiding? Couldn’t he do the same for the skaa? Yes, the stars were a reminder that life wasn’t exactly how the Lord Ruler claimed it was. There was something beyond, something more. And Nico wasn’t ever going to get to see it. But… he’d gotten a glimpse, which was more than most people could say. “The way to where?” Nico asked, his voice almost inaudible as he searched for the patterns he’d become so familiar with. Constellations, Sazed had taught him. Some religions believed that their gods were in the stars. Yes… that was the closest he had ever come to selling Nico on any of his religions. Nico’s hand lifted up, reaching out like if he tried, he could touch them. Just as he’d done the first time he’d ever seen them. So much was different from then, but Nico didn’t think he would change a single thing. Another harsh cough wracked his body and he whimpered against the pain of it, trying to hold strong. It still hurt to breathe, but… but he’d be okay. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 30, 2021 18:35:37 GMT -5
The bandana itself wasn’t as bad as the rest of it was, and maybe if he hadn’t needed a disguise at all, he would have been okay with it, but as it was, Orpheus was right, it wasn’t comfortable. He didn’t really understand why you’d purposely subject yourself to something around your neck, but he supposed other people weren’t as tortured by it as he was, or they wouldn’t have invented necklaces. He nodded, hearing the accent to the word as Orpheus repeated it. Ah, so he’d been right, he hadn’t heard of it. That made sense, he supposed. “Yes, it’s a game of strategy,” he confirmed, tapping his mouth with one finger as he spoke. He was secretly glad the House hadn’t tried to give them food...he tended to munch without intending to when he was deep in thought, and he didn’t want to risk poisoning himself on accident. He glanced around, looking for instructions, but there were none. Oh well. He could do this himself. He pointed to the pieces, and began to explain each one in detail, including every possible thing it could do. It might take a while, but he’d rather be thorough than not “Any questions?” He asked as he finished, leaning back a little. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 30, 2021 18:53:22 GMT -5
Kelsier wanted Nico to see the world he was going to bring. He wanted him to see flowers and green plants and skies that weren’t choked with ash, he wanted him to be there with him, at his side, as his son instead of an enemy or even a tentative ally. But that wasn’t going to happen now, was it? This...this meant he’d never see a flower. He’d never get to see the world as it should be. Mare’s dream...and now, Nico’s dream too. Kel had been the one to inspire him, the one who made dreams something he even wanted to have in the first place, and now he was going to keep going, somehow, and he was going to bring that world for him and Mare both. It wasn’t good enough. But it was all he had left to give them. “Home.” It wasn’t the answer he’d planned to give, but he didn’t take it back. Home...where was home? Or maybe that wasn’t the right question at all. Maybe he should be asking what home was. Or who. He watched Nico reach, and he wanted to make it possible, just once, for him to touch them. Just once, for him to do the thing he couldn’t help trying every time he saw them. But maybe he wouldn’t need to wait much longer after all. “It’s a dark path,” he admitted quietly, holding Nico closer as he coughed, trying not to tremble, fighting off the tears that burned at his eyes. “But I’m here beside you, in it. It’s alright...the lights are there, even when you can’t see them, remember? Even in the dark. Just...look at the lights. And don’t ever be afraid of the dark.” It was easier to give it than to take it. If the stars truly were hope...then so was Nico, he decided. So was Nico. |
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Post by strider on Apr 30, 2021 19:29:27 GMT -5
Orpheus liked the feeling of the bandana around his neck. It was comforting, in a way, not just a fashion statement. Not that Orpheus was even capable of making a fashion statement given that he wore variations of the same thing all day every day. He shrugged the thought off, instead focusing on the chess board in front of him and the instructions L was rattling off. It seemed… complicated, but L was thorough. Perhaps too thorough, given that there were a lot of things to keep in mind. “So this one can move… like this,” Orpheus murmured, lifting up a piece and letting it hover over the different pathways it could take, “but this one can move however it wants?” He glanced at L to make sure he had heard that right. “Why don’t people just use the one that can go in more directions?” He frowned at the board again, fingertip gently tapping the King. “I’m not sure I really understand the goal of the game,” he admitted after a long moment, lifting his gaze up to meet L’s. “I also think you’re bound to be much better at it than I am.” Not only because L had played it before, but because it seemed to go well with the way L thought. It didn’t line up with Orpheus’ style of thinking at all. |
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Post by strider on Apr 30, 2021 21:54:34 GMT -5
“Home,” Nico echoed, relaxing against Kelsier but keeping his eyes locked on the stars. “You say that like I’m not already home.” He didn’t mean Keep di Angelo, though that sprawled out behind him, the towering sharp points casting a shadow over them both, even now. Perhaps the stars weren’t leading him anywhere. Or perhaps they were leading him to something beyond. Would he get to meet Mare? Would she like him? Or would she know that Kelsier deserved better than a son who betrayed him because he didn’t think there were any other options? He wanted her to like him. He wanted her to like him enough to let him wait with her until Kelsier could come home, too. “I’m not afraid of the dark,” Nico reassured Kelsier, shifting his gaze to meet Kelsier’s. “I’m afraid, but not of that. I’m afraid… I’m afraid of leaving everything behind. I’m afraid of going somewhere alone, I don’t want to be alone again, please…” He sucked in a breath, chin trembling at the effort it took to get enough to make a difference. He was trying to be brave. He was trying to believe Kelsier, trying to believe that maybe everything would be alright. Not that he was going to survive, but… that maybe it would be okay even if he didn’t. “I want to see the sunrise again,” he whispered, pulling close to Kelsier. “If I can’t see the world the way it should be… I want to see the way the sun lights up the ash, like maybe it’s… like maybe it’s not so bad, after all.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 30, 2021 22:36:23 GMT -5
Kelsier couldn’t help his small smile at that, even though it could have meant Keep di Angelo as much as anything else. He knew it didn’t. He knew Nico well enough to know that much. If Nico met Mare...then the two people Kelsier loved most in the world would finally meet each other. Maybe what Kelsier meant wasn’t that the stars were leading Nico home after all. Maybe he meant that, wherever the stars did lead him in the end, wherever he went, that was where home would be. He didn’t let go of Nico as he spoke, as he managed to get the words out. It was like...it was like he couldn’t breathe, somehow. He didn’t know what kind of injury would cause that, but he knew it wouldn’t be fixed with a vial of pewter. “You’ll never be alone again. I promise you that,” he breathed, hating the way his voice broke a little on ‘promise’. Lying was one thing, when Nico was dying, when he was slipping away and would never come back. But he knew what promises meant to him, and he wouldn’t misuse one, even now. He meant it. He closed his eyes, checking his metals. Low...but he hadn’t used emotional Allomancy in the fight. He burned brass, his touch nearly as subtle as Breeze’s as he gently Soothed the worry and fear away, not removing it entirely but softening the edges so it wouldn’t cut as deep. Then he moved, getting to his feet slowly, Nico in his arms, head against his chest. If Nico could hear his heartbeat, he would hear how fast it raced, the terror that he wouldn’t allow in his voice coursing through his veins instead. They didn’t have much time, he knew. But if this was Nico’s last request...to see the dawn one last time...then he’d be damned if he didn’t honor it. He walked, footsteps soft against the dark cobblestone. Silence surrounded them, but he didn’t let it inside him just yet. “I think you’re right,” he murmured as he walked, his voice somehow steady. “There’s a lot of beauty, even here. Look at the mists, not through them. They’ve always been a friend to us Mistborn...we shouldn’t take them for granted like we do.” He knew where he was going. He’d been there often enough, It was where the light could first be seen as it broke across the sky, lighting the ash on fire. One more. One more dawn. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 30, 2021 23:17:44 GMT -5
L felt a little bit guilty for wearing the bandana instead of Orpheus when he didn’t even like the feeling of it around his neck, but he hadn’t asked for it, Orpheus had offered it. So he was probably worried for nothing. And...truthfully...even if it wasn’t physically comfortable, it was a mental comfort he hadn’t expected. He looked at the piece Orpheus had picked up, nodding his approval as the other blinker repeated the instructions back to him. “Because that’s also the most valuable piece, and there’s only one,” he explained, dipping his head towards the queen. “If you lose it, it could be disastrous for you.” He blinked, then tilted his head a little. “Well, I have had a lot more practice. I’d be worried if I didn’t win the first round, at least, but that’s hardly a real victory, it’s more of a practice run so you can get used to the pieces and make a strategy.” He was starting to talk fast, a sure sign he was excited about something. He shifted his weight a little and looked at Orpheus, almost managing to forget his disguise as he considered him instead. “The goal is just to win, to put it simply. More specifically, it’s to put the enemy’s king in checkmate - that is, make it so that he’s in danger and can’t escape no matter what you do, or who you sacrifice. White goes first.” |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Apr 30, 2021 23:58:50 GMT -5
vince | bubble room | @/idk yet
Vincent blinked in with his hands held behind his back, standing upright with his head halfcocked to the side as if he were listening to something only half worth his attention. His stare was set absently forward, though focus returned to his gaze as he processed his new surroundings.
The sky was a soft blue, the sun vacant behind the expanse of fluffy clouds. The air was crisp with the scent of fresh water, though most noticeable thing were the thousands of aimlessly drifting bubbles that filled the sky around him - each glittering in the cloud speckled light. In his peripheral vision he could see the horizon was met by its own reflection, and when glancing down he was surprised to see he was standing on a thin layer of water; a perfect mirror disturbed only by the single ripple that billowed from his shoe as he took a step back.
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Post by Cloverleaf on May 1, 2021 0:10:09 GMT -5
| Victoria | Bubble Room | Victoria blinked into the House, appearing standing with her paws lined up as if she was balanced on a thin beam. The wolf looked down at her now wet paws and blinked her yellow eyes a few times. House time! She looked up, her tail wagging as she saw the basically infinite amount of floating bubbles. The long fur of her tail splashed up the thin layer of water, rippling out in an uneven patchwork and shattering the glassy surface and single circle of Vincent's ripple. This was gonna be awesome. She leapt up, popping one of the bubbles with her nose as she did so. "Hey, look at this!" |
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Post by strider on May 1, 2021 0:14:22 GMT -5
“That makes sense,” Orpheus echoed quietly, giving no more thought to the bandana. It had been the best he could do to help L stay disguised, and it must have helped at least a little bit, otherwise L wouldn’t kept it. And as long as it was working to help keep L safe, Orpheus didn’t mind not having it. Although it was weird to feel for something to mess around with and find nothing there. He’d need to start wearing something else around his neck soon, otherwise he’d ruin the neckline of every shirt he had by fidgeting with and tugging at them. “So you don’t want to use that one very often at all, except in emergencies?” he asked, pointing to the queen. He thought he was getting it, but it had a lot more rules than the games he was used to. Not that he minded, but he did have a feeling it was going to take him a while to wrap his head around it. “I think you’re probably going to win a lot more than just the first round,” Orpheus laughed quietly, glancing at his pieces once more. “I’ve never really had a knack for strategy. But… it sounds fun. Complicated, but… fun.” He looked up, meeting L’s gaze as he listened to the end goal. It sounded awfully gruesome, but he knew that wasn’t really the point. The king wasn’t a real person, he couldn’t be hurt by being surrounded. “So… that means I go first…” Orpheus mused, picking up a pawn and hesitating as he remembered how L had moved it. He settled on a move after a few moments, then looked up to see how L reacted. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on May 1, 2021 0:14:57 GMT -5
Rue | Bubble Room Rue blinked in, crawling on her hands and knees, eyes almost closed as she moved forward. And stopped as she realized the ground was no longer the forest floor she’d been crawling across. She straightened up, blinking at the soft sky and the smell and sound of countless little spheres spread across it, drifting lazily wherever the wind carried them. She turned at the sound of one - two - heartbeats, and focused on Vincent and Victoria, a small, hesitant smile touching his features at the latter’s clear excitement. She shook her hands off, spraying droplets of water as she did, and headed over to the others, barely disturbing the water as she walked. “Hey,” she said quietly, raising a hand in greeting and starting as she accidentally popped a bubble. “This is really weird.” |
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Post by strider on May 1, 2021 0:18:57 GMT -5
Noah | Bubble Room | @ whoever Noah appeared, eyes wide as he looked at something that wasn’t there anymore. His expression fell as he realized that whatever had enraptured him was gone, but his smile quickly returned as he looked around. It was an interesting room, that was for certain. The bubbles were… well, they were pretty. He liked the way the light caught on them, the small rainbows that seemed to appear and shift when they moved. He had always been a fan of bubbles, he had just never seen so many in one place. It took him a few moments to realize he wasn’t alone, and it only happened when he realized that someone was disturbing the water they were all standing in. Ah… he had seen Victoria before, but he was fairly certain Vincent was a new face. And Rue. He gave a nervous smile, raising a hand in greeting and doing his best not to rub at his cheek. It wasn’t something he did intentionally, but after two times ago it wouldn’t be unreasonable to suspect that Rue might take it the wrong way. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on May 1, 2021 0:26:46 GMT -5
Vince | bubs
The look of fascination dropped quickly from Vincent’s face as he heard another blinker behind him, turning to watch Victoria leap for a bubble with raised eyebrows. “Wow,” he mused in response, not quite smiling but not scowling either. His eyes did narrow, however, when two more blinkers arrived. He acknowledged both with a brief glance over before he returned his attention to the sky, pivoting in a small curious circle as he did.
He didn’t say anything else, saving his words for when he better understood the atmosphere this room was going to take.
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