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Post by ®Hawkpath® on May 23, 2021 11:09:42 GMT -5
L, without the influence of the room, rarely got into direct confrontations. He’d grown up with the natural and, depending on you you asked, unfortunate ability to destroy someone without ever lifting a finger. He’d make an offhand comment. He’d give you a sharp glance. If you really managed to piss him off, he’d hack you, just because he could. What he didn’t do was get into fights. At least, not physical ones. When he’d been very small, this skill had been undeveloped, but very much present. Watari could attest that his observational abilities had not always been used for good. He hadn’t been as subtle, but he had known what to look for, and he’d made plenty of adults back off simply because they didn’t quite understand what he was doing or how, but he happened to be right. This room was putting him on edge, more so than usual. It was probably a good thing that there was one person he trusted, at least, to cut through the fact that he most certainly did not trust Captain Hook. Czeslaw was neither trusted nor distrusted, particularly. L had protected him a couple times, and he reminded him strongly of a Wammy’s kid, which made it difficult to see him as a threat, but he was perfectly aware that he might be, under the right circumstances. These seemed like the sort of circumstances that might be right. The music cut through his thoughts, calming him slightly. Leave it to Orpheus to find a way to break the tension, he mused, and he was about to say something else when Hook touched Orpheus’ instrument and tugged it down. A pale hand shot out and grabbed Hook’s wrist in a surprisingly strong grip that might leave bruises and might not. Dark eyes fixed on blue. The curve of L’s thin mouth betrayed him: his lips were pressed together and his stare was intense. “You’re never going to do that again.” he said it sharply, eyes narrowing. He didn’t let go. “Apologize to Orpheus.” |
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Post by strider on May 23, 2021 11:35:11 GMT -5
Orpheus had just been aiming to ease the tension he felt building in the room. His music was usually good at that – it was the only reason the crew he was with had stopped fighting at least four times by now. He thought two strangers and a friend in a strange room would be easier to calm than a group of “heroes” who had been trapped on a boat together for weeks and who were prone to violence anyway. It seemed, unfortunately, that he was wrong. Orpheus blinked, eyes wide at the sudden tug on his guitar. He kept his hold on it, but it made a rather unfortunate noise as the sharp movement caused his fingernail to catch on the top string, his already tender fingertips smarting. It was the odd cacophony of music that hadn’t intentionally been stopped by the player. His mouth formed a tiny ‘o’ of surprise as he let his gaze lift to meet Hook’s. “Apologies,” Orpheus managed after a few moments, voice numb as though he hadn’t quite managed to process what had happened. He had just been trying to help, but evidently it hadn’t been very helpful. That was alright… he could find another way to help, it should be- His thoughts cut off at a sudden flash of pale skin, and he barely had time to react before he realized L was coming to his defense. He certainly hadn’t expected that… he didn’t want any conflict to break out, especially over him, though he was secretly grateful that L cared enough to do that. Eying Hook’s other arm, however… he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk L getting speared by that. “I-it’s alright,” he stuttered after a moment, offering another small smile. “Just a misunderstanding, I thought it might help, but clearly it didn’t, so I’ll stop…” his voice was at least an octave higher than normally, nerves and emotions written clearly across his face. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on May 23, 2021 13:17:04 GMT -5
Czes - Amp Room - L, Orpheus, Hook
Czeslaw wasn't surprised when Hook cut off Orpheus's music. He had seen enough of the pirate to know how rude he was, so this really wasn't out of character at all. In fact Czeslaw sympathized with the gesture, even if he would never be the one to do it. But he had never seen L so immediately aggressive. At least, unless Orpheus meant a lot to him. That was what he had to assume for now.
"Music isn't going to get you out of this place," The kid said. He made a lot of assumptions with that comment. First of all, that he was referring to 'you' instead of 'us' because he wouldn't dare to associate with them. Secondly, he was suggesting that they wanted to get out. Because for some reason the other blinkers always did, even though they themselves walked into these rooms. But Czeslaw had already established that this place was no problem for him. Even with the knot in his stomach, he still asserted that.
He retained that sick feeling and wanted to sit, but fought the urge, to avoid playing into the Paradox House's game. He leaned with the back of the metal chair as support, a close eye on the stringed instrument, and the clashing hands around it. It would be important to note if any blood was spilled.
Then, he responded to Hook's comment about the doors, "If you're desperate enough to get out, by all means try all the options. Based on how this place works, a door is less likely to work in the first place than something ten times more complicated."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on May 23, 2021 13:57:57 GMT -5
Hook | Amplifier Room
Hook paused as someone grabbed his wrist, glancing down at the other blinker’s grip with a raised eyebrow. His arm stayed put, sitting limply in the detective’s grasp as the pirate raised his chin to the man, glaring down at him while he spoke. Once he’d finished speaking he pulled his arm upward, not having much difficulty overpowering the skinny blinkers resistance, and seized ahold of L’s collar. He leaned down slightly, keeping un-breaking eye contact with the detective as Orpheus attempted to mutter diplomacy behind them.
“Keep your hand the hell off me,” he whispered into the man’s face, then tore his grip on the man to the side as a means of aggressively discarding of him. Should the detective be stubborn enough to try and hold on, the pirate yanked his hand froward to immediately wretch free of any hold L would try to maintain. He kept his forwards momentum to approach Czes now, stopping directly in front of the immortal and glowering down at him. “I’m open to your suggestions,” He said slowly and maliciously, his impatience distinct in his tone.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on May 23, 2021 14:42:12 GMT -5
L didn’t move, his eyes fixed on Hook’s face as the other blinker stared him down. He didn’t flinch as he leaned closer, his eyes narrowing even more. It wasn’t hard to break out of his grip - he was stronger than he looked, but Hook was without any doubt much stronger ans L wasn’t trying very hard to hold on - and he made a small, annoyed noise as his shirt was seized and he was pulled off balance. He was often underestimated because of his appearance. You didn’t need to look strong to be capable of knocking someone out, however, and L was seriously considered kicking Hook in the head to instead of paying attention to his reply. He was fairly sure he could get a good kick in before he managed to stab with his hook. But he wasn’t quite desperate enough for that, yet. Both Czeslaw and Orpheus were aware he could fight, but he didn’t think Hook was yet...he’d much rather save it for when he needed to catch the pirate off guard. He let himself be discarded, stumbling a little as Hook released him and making no effort to hold on. His eyes stayed narrowed as the other blinker approached toe kid next, and he tensed, prepared to speak up again if need be. He didn’t expect Czeslaw to need help unless Hook got violent, though...from what he knew of the boy, him stepping in prematurely would be unwelcome. He glanced at Orpheus. He didn’t ask if he was okay...he wanted to, but he didn’t trust Hook with any more leverage than he already had. He probably shouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place...it was dangerous to be open with your feelings. He closed off his expression, wiping any trace of emotion from his face and eyes. He might as well have been a walking mask, now |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on May 23, 2021 16:03:09 GMT -5
Kelsier didn’t move, didn’t react to Hades’ struggles when they began. His energy was completely focused on the boy he pinned, the boy who wasn’t Nico. He wasn’t fooled by the look in his eye, the fear and betrayal staring him in the face. This was Hades, he knew it was, this was Hades and he was trying to convince Kelsier to let go, which meant maybe, just maybe, he was actually scared. Good. If Hades was scared, Kelsier was doing something right. He should have done this a long time ago, would have, if… If he hadn’t looked like Nico. He had to admit that that was the reason he’d been unable to attack before now. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt Hades when he was impersonating his son. He could only do it now by refusing to meet his eyes, avoiding the fear and betrayal he knew would stab too deep. He didn’t let go, he just closed his eyes and tried to block out his voice, tried not to hear how choked he sounded. He needed to finish this quickly, before one of Hades’ workers realized something was wrong. He knew the consequence for this would almost certainly be death, but as long as Hades went down with him, that was alright. As long as he couldn’t hurt Nico anymore, Kelsier would be satisfied. He hoped Nico would forgive him. But as long as he was alive and free to make that choice, Kelsier had done his job. He pressed down harder, expression taut with fury and pain mixed into one. He kept his eyes closed. He couldn’t see the body under him and do what needed to be done. |
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Post by Shrike on May 23, 2021 17:00:10 GMT -5
Starling drew in another deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. "Wow. That's-- that's a lot to process," he admitted. "Just... a lot." He tried to smile, but his expression seemed weighed down by worry. He couldn't really wrap his head around anything yet, so he defaulted to just pretending he understood what was going on and improvising from there. "So some people get dragged back here more than once?" He asked eventually, wondering how many times he was going to get spirited away. At least--by what she'd said--no time would have passed when he returned. That was a relief, if nothing else. "What kinds of people end up in a place like this?" Star asked, considering the possibility of people from different worlds--and what exactly that would mean for him. At the explanation of her sopping, shredded clothes, Starling gave a nod, but still looked a bit concerned. Whatever had caused her to look like this definitely qualified as more than just "pretty crazy" in his opinion, but he didn't want to pry with someone he had only just met. "Okay, just... don't go passing out from hidden injuries on me or anything, okay?" he joked, grinning shyly. "I'm awful at first aid. Anyway, I'm Spik--no, Starling," he corrected himself, still getting used to the new name on his tongue. He'd only received his official name and Designation hours earlier, but it seemed like days after all this. When the girl asked about the Spectra, his heart dropped even more into his stomach. As much as he would have liked to think she was just joking about not knowing what they were--that this was all just an elaborate prank or a test for the new Designation ceremony or SOMETHING sane--the look on her face seemed honest. He felt a bit of stubborn hope drain away. "Spectra are... well. I guess you could call them hunters," he explained, scratching the back of his head. "They're strong, fast, smart... Everything you don't want in an enemy. They drove us humans underground, a few hundred years ago. Going aboveground is... pretty rare nowadays, if you don't want to become lunch." He shrugged and gave a wry smile. "That being said, I'm headed there in a few hours." |
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Post by strider on May 23, 2021 19:53:53 GMT -5
Orpheus flinched as the situation between L and Hook escalated. He hadn’t been aware that his choice to play music would be so… divisive. He had meant to lower the tension in the room, but all he had done was make it worse. He glanced down at his instrument, mournfully positioning it back on his back. “I didn’t think the music itself would get us out,” Orpheus informed Czeslaw softly, shaking his head. “My intent was to ease some of the tension between us all so we could work together to figure out what the House wants from us here. It will be a lot easier if we could work as a team rather than automatically distrusting us.” The thing was… the House wasn’t random. It seemed purposefully uneven, which lead Orpheus to believe there was likely someone behind it, pulling the strings, picking rooms, deciding who to throw together. He also believed that every living thing had the best of intentions, even when their actions hurt others. The House hurt people, but from what Orpheus had seen, it was either trying to learn, or trying to teach them all something. It was going to be a lot harder to figure out what the House wanted them to get from this room if they were all fighting, though… he sighed, about to say something else when Hook grabbed L’s collar before tossing him aside with no dignity at all. “That wasn’t necessary,” Orpheus told him, lifting his chin up to meet Hook’s gaze. Hook’s treatment of L wasn’t fair, and if there was something Orpheus believed in more strongly than anything else, it was that things should be fair. “You could have just told him that without threatening him. He was just trying to defend me, I’m sure he would have listened if you’d asked politely.” |
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Post by strider on May 23, 2021 20:43:36 GMT -5
Panic flooded Nico’s veins as the air was pressed from his lungs, Kelsier’s hand firm and unforgiving at his throat. He grabbed at Kelsier’s wrist, trying to push upwards to relieve the pressure on his throat, but his vision was beginning to go dark around the edges. He wasn’t dying. Not here. Not until Kelsier was himself again. Not until he got to look in his dad’s eyes again and tell him he loved him, that he was sorry for hurting him like this, that… that he was sorry.“Dad, please,” he gasped, his voice desperate and choked. He tried to take in a ragged breath, but it was cut off as Kelsier pressed down harder, cutting his breath off entirely. He wasn’t looking at him… which meant that a part of him still cared, still saw him in there… but if Nico didn’t think quickly, he was going to die. He bit his lip, his thoughts racing, flooding his head, burning, burning… Nico fell still. He knew it was a cheap trick, he knew Kelsier was too smart to fall for it, but he had to try. It was a last ditch effort to save his life. He let his eyes close, tried to force his aching lungs to go still, his muscles to stay limp. The only thing he couldn’t help was his pounding heart. If he could just trick Kelsier into letting go, he could probably kick him off… he didn’t want to hurt him, but he needed to get away… and he couldn’t call for help like this, he couldn’t depend on anyone to notice and save him. He should’ve known… but he didn’t voice his thoughts, just lay still and waited for the pressure to recede – either through death or Kelsier falling for his trick. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on May 23, 2021 21:08:35 GMT -5
Kelsier tried not to listen to the desperation in Nico’s voice, the pain, the fear...it eas just Hades. Just Hades trying to get in his head, it didn’t matter, it didn’t mean anything, and he wasn’t going or back down. Not until he got his son back, and Hades was dead. He hated himself for this. Even if he did know it wasn’t really Nico, he hated himself for being able to do this, for having to finish it...he wanted so badly to release him, a part of him screamed that he had to let go or he’d regret it forever, but he shoved it down and forced himself to stay where he was. He couldn’t watch. But he could do what needed to be done. For Nico. And then he fell still, and Kelsier paused, eyes opening just a little. Nico...it wasn’t Nico, but it looked so much like him that it felt like a dagger piercing his heart to see him, eyes closed, body limp. He looked at him for a long moment, expression shifting a little as he tried to block it put, to see reason. This was Hades. He hated him. He had to make sure he was dead, he couldn’t be sloppy about this. He shouldn’t have opened his eyes. He’d have thought much clearer if he hadn’t opened his eyes. He would have held Hades down until he was absolutely sure he was gone. But something about seeing Nico there, limp and small as the first time they’d met, when Kel had caught him and carried him...his grip loosened. He didn’t completely let go, but he wasn’t pressing quite as hard as he had been. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on May 23, 2021 21:40:20 GMT -5
Hook | Amplifier Room
Hook glanced back at Orpheus, standing tensely as he tried to read the other blinker. It certainly felt like the kid had to know he was testing his limits with the amount he was talking back; it had been a painstaking journey for the pirate to teach himself that the House didn’t tolerate the same punishments for disrespect as what was protocol back home, and yet he could feel the values of those lessons slipping away as Orpheus stared back at him.
He managed to ease himself away from the idea of shutting the blinker up physically, and instead spat on the musician’s shoe right as he uttered the word ‘politely’. He then turned his attention back to his other conversation. He was aware he was being a bit provocative, but self awareness didn’t ease his headache - so he didn’t put too much thought into his sudden carelessness.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on May 23, 2021 22:30:59 GMT -5
Czes - amp room - orpheus, hook, L
Czeslaw looked up at Hook as the adult approached him, clearly trying to get a rise out of the kid. It was apparent because he had just done the same to Orpheus, innocent Orpheus. Or maybe the pirate just couldn't contain himself, just wanting to get his unrelated irritations out and not caring who it affected. He was met with an angry gaze in return. Czeslaw refused to act out though; when he was angry, or scared, he had to reach a very specific point to let it out. And at that point, he still wouldn't be arguing or getting physical. He would already be screaming. Instead, he was doing none of those things, watching Hook plainly with a glower and keeping his shoulders straightened.
He would have pointed out to Orpheus that the music did the opposite of unite them. But then again, every little thing was doing the opposite of uniting them here. The only thing they were together in, was feeling like crap.
Finally, when Hook turned back to Orpheus. When Hook spit at his feet. Czeslaw opened his stupid little mouth.
"My my, you're even more aggressive than usual."
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Post by --cato phoenix on May 24, 2021 1:25:01 GMT -5
[[ Arlo || Living Room 2.0 || Shrike ]] Arlo agreed. “And yes- it varies person to person but most of the people here blink in pretty often. It could be every day, a couple times a week, more, less… there’s no real ‘schedule’ to it. In the time I’ve been coming here I’ve had days where I blinked in multiple times, and times where weeks passed without me seeing the place… honestly it’s normal to me at this point. And…” She paused, his question was a little bit harder. “Hmm… The House doesn’t really seem interested in any specific sorts of people. There’s a lot of humans though, mostly from different versions of a world called ‘Earth’, and some who are similar to- or at least look like humans but a bit different. Some people have magic or powers of some kind, others come from worlds where things like that only exist in stories.” She’d decided that it might be a bit easier to process if she avoided mentioning dragons and talking dogs for the moment. “Lots of different worlds too. I’m from Xaphorda.”“Hah, that shouldn’t be an issue at this point,” she replied with a small laugh. “I’ve dealt with worse before.” She managed to keep her tone light despite how recent ‘before’ was. “I’m Arlo. I know the circumstances are pretty odd but it’s nice to meet you, welcome to the Paradox House.”“Oh, wow…” she murmured as he described the ‘Spectra’ he’d mentioned, raising an eyebrow at his last sentence. “Intentionally? That… doesn’t seem like a good idea, but good luck. Though considering what I’m in the middle of in my world, I probably have no room to judge others’ ideas,” she admitted. After all, she was the one who’d just died trying to get back to an island where people like herself were hunted, and her next destination wasn’t exactly better. “I don’t believe my world has those though, unless a Spectra is what my world calls a Shade… grey skin, black and gold eyes, hunts humans to feed on their energy?” She doubted they were the same but she had heard that Shades were the reason the lost continent was, well, lost, so they had to be pretty bad. “I haven’t run into one myself yet but that’s what I’ve been told about them at least.” |
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Post by Cloverleaf on May 24, 2021 3:00:35 GMT -5
Orpheus tilted his head, frowning just a little bit as she moved, but his smile returned quickly once she had explained. They could meet in the middle. He didn’t know why that felt important to him, but it did. He watched as Eurydice began to cut her little tassels, glancing at his own corner and the scissors he held in his hand. It took him a few seconds to figure out how they worked before he glanced at Eurydice’s once again, then at the instructions, which he laid in the middle of the fabric for them both to read. He cut a strip, trying his hardest not to cut too much. It still had to be big enough to use as a blanket, and Orpheus was afraid it wouldn’t’ suit its intended purpose if they cut it too much. Like Eurydice, his first attempt didn’t leave enough room to tie, so he tried it again, fumbling with the knot for a few minutes before he got it, a smile spreading like wildfire across his face. He looked up, gently flicking his tied tassel towards Eurydice as though to prove he had been able to do it. He hoped the movement was big enough to catch her eye… in the meantime, Orpheus moved to the next little strip he needed to cut, contentment and at least a little bit of pride glowing like an ember inside of him. Eurydice looked down at her own cut tassel, then to Orpheus' tassel, checking to make sure that they were similar dimensions so that the blanket would look cohesive. The fluttering of the tassel caught her eye and she held her own up for comparison. They looked pretty even. "Nice." She said, looking over at him. His wide smile was contagious, spreading to her own features like a spark on dry grass. She peered over at the diagrams laid in the middle of the blanket, starting to see how it all came together. They would have to cut out a square the the corners, so that it would tie evenly. Well, they would work on that when they got there. In the meantime they each had more strips of fabric to cut. She cut a few in a row, lining up the edges where the cut ended. She found it easier to cut many before tying them, instead of having to put down her scissors and then pick them up again. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 24, 2021 8:09:06 GMT -5
Asami | Living room | mintedstar/fur Razzle Dazzle |Asami's leftmost eyestalk moved closer to the Doctor, while the other parted ways to look at the smaller human. He, in particular, seemed odd - usually immature humans were loud and unpredictable, but this one seemed to be acting more like an adult. Perhaps he had not matured properly? "'Doctor' is a title," she stated, focusing in on the tall person who had first spoken to her. "Perhaps there has been a miscommunication in my Japanese speech. I was inquiring about your personal designation."
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Post by Shrike on May 24, 2021 15:51:00 GMT -5
"You sound like you're pretty experienced here," Starling noticed with a nod. "Hmm... powers, though... that kind of stuff only exists in stories where I'm from." Word of mouth occasionally brought tall tales about magical creatures and special powers, but that stuff wasn't very common in the Burrows. Truth be told, it was likely that too much of that kind of talk was a straight shot to Undesignation. So people kept it to whispers. "Xaphorda, huh... I've never heard of it. What's it like there?" Starling asked, sounding curious. Something occurred to him right after. "Wait... do YOU have powers?" His mouth quirked up into a nervous smile. If this all was true, how would he ever keep himself alive here? "Even the Spectra don't have any sort of... magic. Unless you count the signals." He shrugged. "But, regardless, thanks--Arlo. For explaining things. I won't lie and say I get it all, but... this will definitely help me figure it out." Starling relaxed slightly as he listened to Arlo talking, loosening the tense grip on his arms. "Intentionally?" For a minute, Star had to wonder what she meant. Nothing was intentional in the Burrows--at least, for anyone who wasn't part of the Government Branch. Designation was a personal duty that you either performed for your whole life... or got sent to the Burrow of the Undesignated. (And nobody wanted to end up there.) "No, it's... well. It's just part of my Designation. There isn't much choice about it." He smiled. "I haven't even been able to tell the others, yet." But he was getting off topic. "Shades? That doesn't sound like something we have on Earth, either. Spectra definitely feed on humans, but they've got violet skin, long bladed tails, and four long black horns." He mimicked the horns with his fingers, first on front and back, then on both sides of his head. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on May 24, 2021 18:00:57 GMT -5
Vincent | Living Room | @/rain
Vincent blinked in leaned forward - as if he were looking in a mirror - seemingly fixing his hair in the reflection as he gently brushed through it with one hand. He frowned as the image of himself vanished, and rightened himself to look around the empty living room.
He gave a peeved sigh as he finished what he was doing, then placed his hands on his hips and started in a lazy, wide circle with his eyes trained on the center of room; patiently waiting for company.
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 24, 2021 20:19:17 GMT -5
Sol | Living room |~∂ЄЅТΙИУ |Solaris Xiao blinked into the living room, sitting on the floor, eating through a small pack of Oreos she'd found behind a dumpster in Chicago the last time she went there. They were incredibly stale, and a bit moldy around the edges, but as she had never encountered fresh Oreos, this didn't bother her at all. The second she blinked in, however, she stuffed the remaining Oreos in her mouth as if she'd just joined an eating contest for a million dollar prize, and immediately, her hand was on her knife, ready to fight. "Who's there?" she asked steadily, eyes narrowed as she listened for any sign of life.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on May 24, 2021 20:43:50 GMT -5
Vince | Living Room
The blond raised his eyebrows at the hostile greeting he received from the newbie on the floor. His pacing slowed to a stop, and he instead slid his heels back as he stepped away a couple feet, eyeing her weapon. His hands rose in a display of innocence: “Don’t throw that at me,” he answered her indirectly. He sounded mostly like he was joking, but there was still some sternness in his tone as he waited for the other blinker to drop her guard.
Seeing as though he wasn’t in immediate danger though, he took a moment to look her over. His eyes narrowed at her mildly disheveled appearance, giving a skeptical look at her face as he waited for a response.
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 24, 2021 21:24:05 GMT -5
Sol | Living room | ~∂ЄЅТΙИУ |Sol listened to the sound of his feet as he backed away a bit, but she didn't let down her guard just yet. She didn't like the sound of this guy - he sounded rough, sarcastic, like the raiders she'd run into before. "And what if I do?" she challenged, flipping the knife in her hand a little to show she was serious. "What're you gonna do, dodge it?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on May 24, 2021 21:38:34 GMT -5
L stared at Hook, half daring him to try anything. He didn’t want a fight, and he had to consider the possibility that Hook would be able to win if there was one. He also had to consider what would happen if he made Hook an enemy. It was a bad idea through and through and he wasn’t going to do it. And then Hook spat on Orpheus’ shoe and somehow, even L’s heightened caution bled away almost completely. “That’s enough,” he growled, voice dangerously low. A line had been crossed. L hadn’t been the one to cross it, but he saw no reason not to follow. He moved forward, back into Hook’s line of sight, and fixed him with a scorching glare. “I don’t know why you’re angry and I don’t particularly care. Orpheus has done nothing but try to help us get out of this room, he’s attempted to diffuse the tension, and if you’d bothered to listen before you acted, you might have noticed it was working.” His voice was rising a little now, an unusual occurrence from him. He thought he might be losing his temper, and analyzed the sensation in the back of his mind for future reference. “I don’t like you,” he added, eyes narrowing. “More than that, I think you’re a liability. You lack impulse control. I don’t know what your world is like, but I do know that you’ve been blinking at least as long as I have. Grow up.” |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on May 24, 2021 21:41:35 GMT -5
Vincent - Living Room
Vincent let his hands go limp, then folded them in front of him as he continued to examine the girl. He scoffed quietly at the suggestion he’d be able to dodge a well aimed throw, then seemed to think the question through. Even if she was bluffing, he didn’t have much of a reason to risk anything.
“Is there any real worth in finding out?” He asked lightly, prepared to dismiss the discussion in hopes she’d move on as well. He glanced around the room again, rolling his eyes that it seemed to be just him and the kid for now. It felt like he’d been babysitting a lot recently... “Do you have a...eh...name?” He asked, sounding entirely disinterested even as he spoke.
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 24, 2021 21:52:17 GMT -5
Sol | Living room | ~∂ЄЅТΙИУ |Sol wrinkled her nose, disliking the blinker more and more the longer he spoke. Yeah, he was dangerous. She could tell. The way he talked, the tone he used - like this whole 'being threatened with a knife' thing was too boring for him. "Nope," she said simply as he asked about her name, mostly just to make things more difficult. "Do you have a name?"
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Post by Shrike on May 24, 2021 21:54:41 GMT -5
Starling (timewarp for Stri!) | Living Room | striderStarling was standing at attention when he blinked in, dressed in his new uniform with the gold band on the sleeve--head held high, back straight, arms behind his back--in the way you do when you're under the watchful eyes of Number One. Of course, the leader of the Government Branch was unable to be seen--EVER, for that matter--but everyone was made very aware that he was there, somewhere, watching them and sending prickles down their spines. Just as Starling tentatively opened his eyes to glance over to Kes and Eagle at his side, he realized they were gone, dropping his stance in shock. Confusion laced his expression with question marks for a moment, before reality dawned. (If "reality" was even the right word to use for this place.) "I'm back," Starling marveled, frowning slightly into the dimly lit room. I guess that means it wasn't a lie, after all. Fantastic. Seeing as he was alone for the moment, Starling went over to the bookcase and ran his finger along the top, picking up dust on his fingertips. That was another thing he was unused to. In the Burrows, everything was kept relatively pristine under the watch of the Housekeeping Branch. He let out a long sigh and leaned his back up against the wall, trying to keep his gaze from wandering to the hallway. As curious as he was... it was safer to gather more information--make more allies--before trying to head in alone. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on May 24, 2021 22:14:39 GMT -5
Vincent - Living Room
Vincent chuckled at her response - only assuming she was being disingenuous due to her lackluster tone. Being nameless wasn’t impossible in the House, but if the girl wanted to be sarcastic then he wouldn’t bother pressing further. “Call me Vincent, or Vince, should you prefer.” He gave a modest shrug.
He took note of her look of distrust, but couldn’t think of reason to try and make friends with her just yet. He’d just be himself for now.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on May 25, 2021 0:57:07 GMT -5
Orpheus blinked down at his shoe, eyes widening a little bit in surprise. He hadn’t expected that… though it was a good deal better than what could have happened. His gaze caught on Hook’s hook and fear flickered across his gaze for just a moment. While the spitting on him had been disrespectful, it was better than being gutted. Or worse. He could tell the hook could be used as a weapon… he actually didn’t see much other use for it. It was possible it was there just to be intimidating, but Orpheus doubted that, somehow. Orpheus’ gaze drifted back up to L as the detective once again defended him. He didn’t fully disagree with what L was saying, but he wasn’t sure that was the best way of going about this… “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to argue about this,” Orpheus cut in, his voice still much higher than usual. The whole situation was nerve-wracking, though he wasn’t going to stop trying to find a way to resolve it peacefully. At least nobody had resorted to violence… yet. He almost considered the way Hook had shoved L violence, but nobody had actually been hurt. “Perhaps we should focus our energy on trying to figure out what the House wants us to do here?” he offered, a small smile touching his features, even though he didn’t quite feel like smiling. It wasn’t a lie so much as it was a hope that being friendly would make the others friendly, as well. “There has to be a reason that the doors don’t lead anywhere. Maybe there is something about the brick.” Although he was grateful that L thought the music had helped, it was clear from Hook’s reaction that it hadn’t worked. So if he couldn’t diffuse tension the way he was good at… he was just going to have to keep trying to do it any other way possible. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on May 25, 2021 1:06:56 GMT -5
Orpheus | Living Room | Shrike Orpheus appeared, a lively melody filling the room as he did. It wasn’t what he usually played – it had a bit of a steadier beat and it was a bit lower than his usual fare, but it was still music. He looked up as the ground stopped swaying beneath him, eyes widening a little bit at the sight of the House. It was still a little bit of a surprise to blink in, especially since the House seemed to enjoy taking him at times when he was, perhaps, the least prepared to blink. When he was absorbed in his music, when he was doing things that required attention… still, he enjoyed the chance to meet new people and see what the House had to offer. New people it was, it seemed. He didn’t recognize the other young man standing by the bookcases, but he offered him a small smile anyway. His general approach to interacting with anyone he didn’t know was to be as friendly as possible. “Hello,” he greeted, shifting his guitar so it rested against his back, out of the way. He hadn’t been in the House long, but he was starting to recognize, as L had during his second blink, when people were new. He doubted his judgements would be as precise as the detective’s, but he had a feeling that the young man in front of him hadn’t blinked in more than a handful of times. “I’m Orpheus,” he added, holding a hand out to shake, should the other blinker choose, “it’s always nice to see a new face, here.” It would be nice if I saw more faces more than once… I like a lot of people I meet here, he thought to himself, though he tried not to let the thought linger. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on May 25, 2021 1:17:09 GMT -5
Orpheus watched Eurydice careful, wanting to make the blanket look as cohesive as possible. At least… that was what he told himself. He definitely wasn’t looking at Eurydice because she was nice to look at. That didn’t factor into his decision to watch her for so long at all… definitely not. His cheeks flushed pink, which was likely the only reason that he looked back down at his own side of the blanket. He cut another small section, tying it off as neatly as he could. They were a little bit uneven, but he had to believe that would be okay. Nobody was perfect, so why should the blanket have to be? Still… he tried to match his first tassel as he cut another small strip. He tied it off, pleased as it appeared more or less even. “Oh,” he murmured, brows raising as he glanced back up at Eurydice. “Is it easier to cut more of them before you tie them?” he asked, tilting his head and giving a gentle smile as he waited for Eurydice’s answer. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on May 25, 2021 1:45:40 GMT -5
Nico expected to die. He could feel his body growing heavy, felt cold settle into his veins, his lungs burning, his heart stuttering to punch oxygenated blood through his body when he wasn’t getting any new oxygen. He forced himself to stay still, forced the panic back for as long as he could, even as he could feel his thoughts beginning to fade. And then, like magic, the pressure was gone from his neck and he could breathe again. It took all of his self-control not to immediately suck in a giant breath of air. He forced himself to take it in moderation, breathing just slowly enough that it wouldn’t be easily visible unless you were specifically looking for breath. Which… to be fair… Kelsier might have been. That meant Nico probably didn’t have very much time. He filled his lungs, then emptied them, relishing the ability to breathe, even though his neck still hurt, even though something in his throat felt like it had been crushed. He resisted the urge to rub at it. Another shallow breath in. Exhale… his leg shot up, aiming a kick right at Kelsier’s stomach, sitting up as far as he could to aim a strike towards Kelsier’s solar plexus. He scrambled backwards as fast as he could, forcing himself unsteadily to his feet and stumbling to the back of the tent. He held a hand to his neck, like he couldn’t shake the feeling of Kelsier’s hand there, pressing, pressing, killing. He let in a wheezing gasp of breath, his vision swimming as he tried to orient himself before Kelsier could attack again. |
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on May 25, 2021 10:34:44 GMT -5
| Eurydice | Blanket Fort | "I think so. That way the other knots don't pull the fabric before you cut it. And you don't have to keep putting down the scissors." She looked up, looking at their two sides. They were basically similar, with some personal aspects. And by design, the blanket style wasn't nice and neatly sewed, but rather rustic and homemade. Her gaze met his for a moment, and then she looked back down at the strip she was cutting, realizing it had been cut much thinner than the others while she wasn't looking at it. She wasn't sure if it would be strong enough to tie, or if it would break when pulled into a knot. "Oops." She said aloud, sheepishly. "Hopefully the House isn't looking for perfection." |
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