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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 30, 2021 10:12:15 GMT -5
L blinked, eyes widening a little as Orpheus spoke. That was...unexpectedly kind of the House, letting him sleep without attacking Orpheus or making his life difficult in some way. But it seemed it had decided to allow this, for some reason. L didn’t know whether to be grateful or suspicious. In the end, he decided suspicious was probably safest. He had no idea what true House’ motives were. He was grateful to Orpheus though. Grateful that his friend had given in the opportunity to sleep at all. He relaxed the rest of the way, his hands lowering. “Home,” he repeated, like the word hadn’t been translated. “I’m not sure I’m going home, so much as I’m just trying not to die. I can’t go back to where I was living before. Which is fine, it wasn’t meant to be permanent anyway. But the point is that yes, sleeping should help me accomplish my goal. I...thank you.” Which wasn’t something he often thought to say, but it felt needed here. Orpheus had let him sleep, had even offered to keep watch for him. L didn’t know it hadn’t been five minutes, he didn’t have any way to tell that, but he did know that Orpheus had been watching out for him while, he was vulnerable. That meant a lot to him. |
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Post by strider on Jul 1, 2021 12:54:09 GMT -5
Zuko really wasn’t sure how to navigate the whole situation. He was doing his best, but he had never been great at communicating personal things even to the people he trusted. It had been different, once. He had been willing to tell Ursa almost anything. He had wanted to tell Ozai everything, too, but he had learned quickly enough that speaking out of turn was unwelcome. Sometimes Zuko wondered how much of himself had been formed because that was who he was, and how much had been formed as a reaction to Ozai and Azula. The thought was discomfiting, so he pushed it away. The point was that he and Ronan were practically strangers, and while the room wasn’t unpleasant, it was odd discussing personal things with someone he had only ever met once before. Someone he could tell was similar to him, but not really a friend. Friends were still a foreign concept to Zuko. At some point, Zuko thought, he would ask about the flag that was far too colorful, but maybe a different day. Maybe when they hadn’t already shared personal information with each other. Maybe, if it happened, when they were closer. It wasn’t difficult to imagine being friends with Ronan. Well… no more difficult to imagine than imagining being friends with anyone else. Zuko had a feeling he didn’t do friends lightly, but he had no experience to back that up. “I’m not really a jewelry person,” Zuko conceded after a long moment, glancing up from the bracelet he was working on. “There’s a hair piece the crown prince is supposed to wear. That’s… really the closest I would want to get.” There. Another small snippet of personal information. Zuko glanced at the beads, then added the pattern of the trans flag before glancing over the charms. A set of dual swords. A knife. The flames. A dragon… Zuko frowned, forcing his gaze to glide over the ones that interested him in particular. He settled on the car Ronan had been fiddling with, though he only had the barest idea what it was supposed to be. |
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Post by strider on Jul 1, 2021 16:58:19 GMT -5
Orpheus gave a small smile, hoping that the limited amount of sleep had helped his friend. He didn’t know why the House had allowed it to happen, but he decided not to think too much of it. The House wasn’t necessarily being kind to them, it was just… well, it was acting as the House had a tendency to do. It was being unpredictable. It’s unpredictability this time had led to L getting a little bit of a break, though, so Orpheus couldn’t be too critical. He just hoped it was enough to hold L over until Watari found him. “I suppose I mean home more in loose terms,” Orpheus replied after a moment, watching the way L seemed to relax a little bit more. “I don’t think places are home, to you. I’m sorry if I’m wrong, it just… well, your life seems to dictate that you move around a lot. I think home for you is probably something closer to a feeling of safety. Or maybe it’s Watari. I don’t know. But… I hope you get home safely nonetheless.” Orpheus opened his mouth to say something else, but he blinked out before he had a chance to. It seemed the House had lost its patience once L had woken up. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 1, 2021 19:50:22 GMT -5
L stopped as Vincent did, sparing the door the other blinker had stopped in front of a glance before he looked back at him. It was probably a completely random door, he knew, so he didn’t bother wasting a lot of time wondering about it. How unlikely wa sit that Vincent knew something no one else did? He eyed him, as if deciding whether to explain or not. At the end of ready, he really wasn’t willing to share personal details with anyone he didn’t count as a friend, least of all someone who seemed likely to be a threat. So he simply inclined his head, opened the door, and stepped through. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 1, 2021 20:03:10 GMT -5
Spook glanced at Wylan, a small, crooked smile appearing hesitantly on his features. So he did get it. That made him feel better almost instantly. He was immediately grateful to Wylan for pointing it out, as well as grateful to Matt for bringing it up in the first place. Being labeled cool by someone who was also cool was...a good feeling. He got the sense Matt was the sort of person he could end up looking up to. He hesitated, then slipped into the hall after Matt, keeping close to the side, especially as he saw what was inside. Doors. There had to be hundreds of them. They looked endless...Spook hesitantly burned tin, enhancing his eyesight, as well as his other senses. Still no end in sight. Not even any difference, that he could see. He stopped burning, glancing at Matt and resisting the urge to ask how far it went. “Does...it matter which door we pick?” He asked after a moment. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 2, 2021 20:53:19 GMT -5
The small vampire blinked in, looking up, his mouth slightly open. He had been looking on in amazement at something in the sky or similar. But now all that was in his view was the ceiling. "Well, that didn't last long," he said with a bit of a sigh. He looked around the living room, pushing his hands into his pockets and letting his head sink a bit into the hoodie. Then he slowly started walking in the direction of the hallway. He assumed that the House would likely blink in someone soon enough, so he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't head in the direction of the rooms. At the very least, the teen didn't seem like he was inclined to be frowning. He seemed in a good-ish mood. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 2, 2021 20:58:31 GMT -5
Varian waved a hand, acknowledging the terms. “I call it science too,” he told them brightly, rocking back and forth on his heels. “So people in your world don’t like that word? Huh.” He hesitated, then gave a small nod. “I have some pretty old scrolls with some information, but I’m the only one I know who’s actually actively doing experiments and discovering new things. I’m sure they’re out there, but my dad doesn’t want me to trace, until I’m older so, y’know. So yeah, same here. No mentor. Just...just me ‘n my dad.” "Ah, is your father an alchemist?" asked Hange, tilting their head curiously. They didn't particularly like the word 'alchemy' - it sounded a little too black magic-esque and not scientific enough for their tastes. But, Varian seemed to use the word differently, and they didn't mind mimicking his usage of it so much. "I have many scientific works as well, that I've collected over time. A shame there's no way to speak face to face with the authors though, eh?" |
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Post by strider on Jul 2, 2021 20:59:49 GMT -5
“The immediate threat is all around us,” Nico warned, eyes narrowed as he began to push through something in his world. In the House, however, he was just beginning to move towards the hallway. Seeing Sam there, he saw no reason to stop, though he didn’t particularly want to explain the dangerous situation he had just found himself in. He was constantly in danger, this wasn’t terribly different. It was just that… well, there were a lot of angry spirits in Pompeii. Which made sense, given the fact that they had all died brutally. “Hey,” he said softly, glancing at the hallway before he turned back to look at Sam. “I didn’t really get to say much after that last room, I guess. Thanks for… being there with me, I guess. Even though I was a little bit scared. It was fun.” |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 2, 2021 21:02:37 GMT -5
Sam blinked at him. He wasn't at all sure what Matt had been doing before he blinked in, but he was curious. Approaching, the small boy looked Matt up and down. "No tech what?" He placed his hands in his pockets, ignoring the what's up question for now. He wasn't actually sure what was up, other than the fact he'd been looking down the hallway and trying to work out what to do about the doors. Sam took another step forward and answered, "Exploring. What are you doing?" Matt | Living room | mintedstar/fur | "Just hanging out, yknow. Waiting for other people to show up." Matt shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets. He took a step towards the hallway, gesturing. "You thinking of going in a room? I'm probably gonna go in one. Just cause the living room gets kinda boring after the first five hundred blinks." He grinned with his own joke, clearly in a good mood. "Oh, I mean the House doesn't let us have technology," he explained, holding up his empty hand. "No phones, nothing. Kinda weird if you ask me, but hey, I don't make the rules." He shrugged. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 2, 2021 21:06:52 GMT -5
Kelsier blinked in, daggers in hand and mistcloak swirling around him, as if in a string wind. One hand was up, the back of it shielding his eyes, which were narrowed and focused. He paused, then lowered his hand as he realized where he was. And who he was with. Nico, and the boy from the arena room who’d known him, too. He looked between them for a moment, then dipped his head and moved a little closer, though not close enough to interrupt. Nico seemed to be saying something to the other boy - had he given his name? Kel didn’t remember, there had been other things to think about - and the Mistborn didn’t want to interrupt. He was glad that they seemed to be headed for a room, though. He wasn’t cut out for much sitting around. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 2, 2021 21:25:36 GMT -5
From the way that Sam beamed at Nico, it might as well have been a hug. It certainly had the same intention. It took Sam a second to notice Kelsier, but he wasn't sure if he knew his name. "Hello," he greeted. "I'm Sam." He glanced between Nico and Kelsier. He was assuming that all three of them would be heading for a room. It seemed the most likely. He indicated the nearest door and then headed for it, resting his hand on it and pushing it open. While he did, he looked over his shoulder and smiled. "I guess it's nice that I have several people to go into a room with." A pause. "Er ... what's your name?" he asked Kelsier. |
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Post by strider on Jul 2, 2021 21:35:36 GMT -5
Both Sam and Kelsier were integral to Nico’s experience in the House. They were two of the people he had started seeing the most when blinking in, and he often looked around for one of them when he first blinked in. They were his friends, and, in Kelsier’s case, his family. It was hard to imagine the House without them, and therefore rather difficult to wrap his head around the fact that they hadn’t ever exchanged names. It made sense, though… they had only ever been in two rooms together that Nico knew of, and one of them was incredibly high stress. The other was just… well, the Lodge was complicated. He hadn’t really had a chance to introduce them. “Looks good to me,” he said as Sam indicated a door. He needed something to distract him from the chaos going on in his own world. Hopefully, it would be something nice. Either way, it would likely be a nice way to spend time with some of the people he cared about, even if it was the sort of room where they had to fight something. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 2, 2021 21:43:57 GMT -5
Kelsier knew Nico much better than he knew Sam. He had only very briefly spoken with Sam in the arena room, and then, he’d been watching his own funeral, and eventually, Nico’s death. He hadn’t seen whether Sam had died, too...he didn’t think he had. Either way, a glance at Nico told him he wasn’t uncomfortable with him. So, either he knew him, or...no, he had to know him. He wouldn’t be that at ease otherwise. “Kelsier,” he introduced himself, smiling as he waved a hand...dagger?...he probably should have put that away first, but it was a little late now. “Nice to meet you, Sam.” He joined the rest of the way, replacing the weapons to his pockets. The door looked like any other, but he was more than aware of what might be behind it. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 2, 2021 21:52:03 GMT -5
Sam warily eyed the dagger Kelsier was waving around. "Nice to meet you." The nice to meet you sounded wary too. He stepped into the room though, before that could really be addressed. Probably for the best, honestly. The room he entered was dark. Which was odd. Not because he knew dark rooms didn't exist or whatever, but it had just been a while since he'd been in a room which was truly 'dark'. Usually his eyes adjusted first. "Hello?" he asked, wanted to ascertain for sure where Kelsier and Nico were by sound, rather than the lingering scent of them. |
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Post by strider on Jul 2, 2021 21:58:30 GMT -5
“Don’t worry,” Nico murmured to Sam, noting the rather nervous way he was looking at Kelsier’s daggers. “Kelsier hardly ever stabs people who aren’t terrible.” Of course… he wasn’t really one to talk. He had been stabbed by that very same dagger not even a minute after meeting Kelsier. But Kelsier seemed to be in a more cheerful mood today, and Sam wasn’t bragging about being royalty. It seemed unlikely that there would be any violence unless the room managed to provoke it. Nico stepped in after Sam, blinking in the darkness until his eyes adjusted. “I’m here,” he said, taking a step forward. He gave a started hiss as he ran into something ahead of him. A hand against it revealed it to be glass. What? A man appeared, his dark hair greased back, his long leather coat just barely skimming over the surface of the ground. There was something hard about his eyes, something unyielding about the way he was observing the world. Like he knew something wasn’t right. His eyes caught on Sam, and something like a smile curled at his lips, though there was no warmth to the expression. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 2, 2021 22:10:44 GMT -5
Kelsier looked up as he caught his name in the murmur, but Sam had already walked through, so there was nothing he could do to reassure him. He stepped through after Nico and into the dark. And it stayed dark. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, with no luck. Carefully, he burned tin, testing it...as he’d thought, the metal did nothing. "Nico?” He asked the air sharply, hearing the hiss. It had sounded like Nico…he’d caught the end of Sam’s question, too, and stepped forward. And caught his breath as he hit something solid. A wall? Glass? He frowned, pushing on it experimentally. “Can either of you hear me?” He asked as it failed to give. Then eyes caught on the man who’d just appeared, and he went very still. Hades. He’d only seen him in a House given dream, but Nico had confirmed that was who it really was. The man in front of Sam wasn’t dressed as a nobleman, obviously...well. His clothes could actually have passed for noble. Fitting. “Nico?” He asked, voice deadly calm now. He didn’t think he needed to say much else, just yet. He needed to know Nico was okay, first of all. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 2, 2021 22:21:11 GMT -5
Sam spun as he sensed someone and then relaxed ever so slightly when he saw the other man. It was at least reassuring to have someone else here in this dark. There was a brief attempt at a flickering, friendly and nervous smile. "Uh. Are you another blinker? I was looking for Nico and Kelsier, but things seem to be a bit dark here." Understatement of the year. "You wouldn't happen to have better night vision than me, would you?" This man looked a bit intimidating, but maybe he was friendly. Sam hoped so. He really did. His feet shuffled a little. |
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Post by strider on Jul 2, 2021 22:29:22 GMT -5
Nico froze, eyes wide as he regarded the figure that had blinked in. He didn’t know what to make of that, didn’t know how to react to the knowledge that his father was here. That Hades could see into this part of Nico’s life, the part he had tried so hard to keep separate from the version of him that existed in his world. He stayed very still for a few long moments, desperately waiting to see what Hades would do. Surely he could see that Sam wasn’t alive. What… what would he do about that? It was the smile that set Nico off. That smile said Hades was planning something. That smile said it wouldn’t be very nice. He surged forward, ramming his shoulder against the glass, a scream in the shape of Sam’s name issuing from his lips. “Get out of there!” he yelled at Sam, running at the glass again. He heard Kelsier, but he didn’t stop trying to ram himself against the glass. He needed to get in there. He needed to convince his father that Sam was a friend. He needed to make sure his friend was safe.Hades tilted his head a little bit, obviously surprised that the young vampire didn’t seem to be afraid of him in the slightest. It was… well, it was quite amusing. He was used to people fearing him. He was used to souls cowering or running away… souls that evaded him usually knew exactly what they had done, and they made an effort to avoid contact with him at all. It would be very easy to send this boy down to the Underworld where he belonged, Hades mused. Still, it was intriguing that he was personable. It was even more intriguing that he had mentioned Nico. “I can see well enough,” Hades replied, voice cold. It was similar in inflection to Nico’s but far more chilling than Nico ever managed to be. “Would you mind… explaining what you mean by blinker?”[/b] |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 2, 2021 22:43:17 GMT -5
Kelsier didn’t know how to read Hades, not as well as he would have if he’d known him. He knew the memories he had, of the fake House version. And he knew the things Nico had told him, bits and pieces he’d gleaned with it came up. In other words, he knew enough to know that he despised Hades, and that Sam was probably in very real danger. And he didn’t seem to know it. How would he? Even if he and Nico had ever talked about Hades, it wasn’t likely that he, too, would know him on sight. The scream cut through him, stabbing deeper than any knife, sending the rest of his thoughts out of his head. He ran towards the sound, ready to catch him, to do something, anything - and hit glass. Dammit. Dammit. His promise not to kill the House felt like acid in his throat, now. It and Hades had a lot in common, he suspected. “Nico!” He shouted to be heard, his voice carrying hopefully farther than he could go. What could he say, anyway? “Listen. I don’t think he can hear you. Or me. We’re going to figure something out, alright?” He desperately hoped Nico could at least hear him. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 2, 2021 23:28:44 GMT -5
"Oh, of course," Samuel said cheerfully, relaxing his shoulders a bit and completely oblivious to Nico's shouting. He looked up at Hades with a smile that was completely genuine. "A blinker is someone who appears in the House - er ... this place. It's like a new word to explain a group of a specific type of people." This person must be new. He didn't think that he'd ever done an introduction before. He waved at the darkness around them. "This is one of the rooms in the House. The House is a place that people sometimes appear in, but it's really dangerous. So people have to work together to not have bad things happen." He looked around again. "I think Nico - my friend - and Kelsier - he's another blinker - might have blinked back to their world. So it might just be us here." He looked back up at Hades. "I'm Sam. Nice to meet you. I don't know as much about the House as I'd like, but if there's anything dangerous in this room, I'll do my best to help you!" He puffed up a bit, a poor but brave attempt at looking courageous. |
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Post by strider on Jul 2, 2021 23:41:05 GMT -5
Nico didn’t know how to react. He just knew that his father probably wouldn’t be pleased with the idea of vampires, and that anything that Hades had an issue with, he took care of. Sam wouldn’t be able to defend himself against a god. Nico had to get to him, his father would listen to him, he could explain the situation, and he could explain the House… panic built in his throat as he threw himself at the glass one last time, sliding down to the ground as his shoulder refused to make even a crack in the glass. His sword had been taken by the room, of course. That would have been far too easy. He sat there for a long moment, hand pressed up against the glass as he watched the almost predatory way Hades was eying Sam. He heard Kelsier, but he didn’t know how to respond. He needed to get out there… he needed to help Sam… Eventually, Nico turned to look at Kelsier. He hadn’t meant to ignore him, it was just that… there wasn’t anything he could do. And he needed to do something.“I can stop him,” he shouted, eyes wide and desperate. “I can make sure he doesn’t hurt Sam, I just… I have to get out there!” Hades shifted, arms crossing as he felt the room around them. There was something to it, something he couldn’t see… there were faint life forms. One that he didn’t recognize – human, it seemed, but some sort of altered human – and one that was all too familiar. It seemed, unfortunately, that the ‘Nico’ the boy was prattling on about was the very same as his son. He would have to have a word with him later, it seemed, about keeping secrets. About befriending the wrong sort of people. In a way, Sam was endearing. He was clearly trying very hard to be brave, but Hades had lived thousands of years. If he could be swayed by an uncertain smile, he wouldn’t still be Lord of the Underworld. “Well, Samuel,” Hades replied, drawing out the name as he took a small step forward, “Are you aware that you’re not supposed to exist?” It didn’t make a bit of difference if he knew or not, but Hades knew the situation needed to be handled very differently if Sam was aware of the breach of natural laws his very existence was. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 2, 2021 23:50:22 GMT -5
There wasn’t a lot Kelsier could do, here. He knew enough to get a basic read on the situation. He knew Sam was in danger from Hades, though he didn’t know why, besides the fact that he was currently being far too honest. Talking about Nico, acknowledging that he was a blinker...explaining things to Hades was a bad idea. The more the god knew, the worse off everyone would be. He wanted to get to Nico. Or break in and step between Hades and Sam. He didn’t know the boy, but he didn’t care about that. He’d fight to protect him whether he knew him or not. He felt the glass, trying to find even the smallest flaw he could use to start hacking away at it. His own daggers, still present, were useless against it, being glass themselves and meant for softer targets. “So we’ll find a way,” he replied, looking up at the ceiling, then at the floor. “Talk to me. What kind of danger is Sam in right now?” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 3, 2021 0:32:59 GMT -5
Samuel's smile faltered and he looked a bit scared. Then he stiffened his back and looked up at Hades. "Uh ... I ... you can tell? I swear I'm not a bad v-vampire or anything like that ... sir. It just happened." He hadn't even wanted it to. He wanted to be human. But this was what he was. And he didn't think he liked Hades' tone. "Anyway, I don't ... I have a place to get blood without hurting anyone. So it's fine." A place he assumed that didn't hurt anyone - he didn't know for sure. Missy was the one who got the blood. With that in mind, however, there was a bit of a tricky subject when it came to meeting Hades' eyes. He sounded a bit familiar. "Anyway, we should really get out of this room in case it gets dangerous. Do you wanna come with me?" Maybe Hades wouldn't want to. "What's your name?" |
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Post by strider on Jul 3, 2021 0:44:21 GMT -5
Nico took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself. This was bad. This was really, really bad. Sam was being friendly, but it didn’t matter. Hades reacted better to people being friendly than he did to overt aggression, but if someone was out of place, it didn’t matter how kind they were. Hades thrived on order. Everything needed to be in the right place, and he was probably still aggravated about the fact that the Doors of Death had been open for so long… he had lost a good portion of his kingdom, with no good way to get them back. If this had happened a year ago, maybe Hades would have shown leniency on account of Sam being his friend, but… Hades wouldn’t care much now about who Nico was befriending. “He’s… he’s in a lot of danger,” Nico gasped, leaning his forehead against the glass. “Vampires aren’t really supposed to exist, and the fact that Sam does… it probably makes Hades really mad…” he took in another breath, trying to hear the conversation. “If… if my father has his powers, then Sam could be killed in seconds.” Hades met Sam’s gaze, something in his own dark eyes burning. “No such thing as a ‘good’ vampire. You mess up the balance of the world, no matter how sustainably you get your blood. You could kill people, as many as you wanted, and it wouldn’t make a difference.” He said this nonchalantly, like he was talking about something far more mundane than mass murder. He inspected something under his nail, then flicked it away in a dramatic gesture as he made a show of looking around the room. “That’s a poor excuse for a distraction, young Samuel. There’s nothing around here.” Hades had no doubt he would be able to tell if anything dangerous were to approach. Besides, he was more or less unkillable. He doubted wherever this place was had the tools necessary to do him in. “I’m impressed by your lack of observational skills,” Hades added wryly, scoffing as he looked Sam up and down. “You claim to be friends with my son, but you don’t even see the resemblance.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 3, 2021 0:57:41 GMT -5
Kelsier could hear the conversation, somehow. He didn’t know if that was just House magic...he tried to follow the sound, tried to find a way he could use it to his advantage. If he could figure out where it was coming from, he could use it to get in. If he could do that, he could protect Sam. Never mind that this was a god he was talking about. Hades wasn’t the only good he planned to stop. Nico was terrified, that much Kelsier could hear. Kelsier’s hand slipped into his pockets, feeling the dagger there. If he could break out, somehow, if he could get to Hades… He was thinking like Nico. Nico, who was sure he could talk his father down. Nico, he was sure he could solve this peacefully. Kelsier wasn’t convinced he was wrong, he just thought some problems were better solved permanently. Not that he’d kill Hades. Not without permission. Not unless one of them was in immediate danger, anyway. Which…Sam was. “He hasn’t killed him yet,” he noted, keeping his voice steady. “So he wants something else. Information, maybe. He mentioned you as a friend. Will that buy him any time?” He backed up, dagger pulling free and held in front of him. Then, flaring pewter for speed and strength, he lunged at the glass and slammed the dagger at it, point first. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 3, 2021 16:57:46 GMT -5
Hook - Amp Room
The pirate glanced in the direction of the door frame, eyes narrowed suspiciously. His expression was tense and difficult to read for a few moments as Orpheus and Czeslaw worked together to explain the situation - only looking back at the poet when he mentioned something about not knowing him well enough to complete it without him. For a moment it seemed like he had something smart to say in response, but he bit his tongue as he glanced back to where Czes was gesturing. He didn’t say anything else before storming in that direction, his paces heavy and deliberate in an effort to keep himself upright.
In just a few strides he was shoulder to shoulder with L, where he paused. He clasped the detective’s shoulder without warning, his grip painfully tight as he eyed the weapon in the other blinker’s hands. Anger boiled up in his stomach once again, and he briefly considered the fact he could probably take it back from the man fairly easily. Fortunately, it wouldn’t be worth it if they were so close to getting out of this room; additionally, he’d likely get a more satisfactory moment to make the bastard pay in the future. He harshly pushed away from the man and made towards the bricks - a sense of dread filling him as he got closer.
He looked over each section, blank faced while he tried to find anything legible in the script. He recognized letters and even a couple of words, but nothing about the writing in front of him was coherent. He waited a few seconds in frustrated silence, cursing the house for its relentless torment to his ego. “Why do I have to be the one to do this?” He finally snapped, glancing back to the others in irritation. This room had been such a pain in the ass so far…he just wanted out. All these years and the House would corner him for his inability to read now?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 3, 2021 18:11:09 GMT -5
The shock on Samuel's face at the relation that Hades was implying surprised him, but he tried to quickly recover. There seemed other concerns. "It isn't a distraction," he said softly, sounding sad. "This place can be dangerous. But it's alright if you don't want to. Sometimes rooms aren't always dangerous." He felt a bit as if he was running in place, while someone pulled the carpet out from under him. "How?" he asked after a second, looking confused. "How do I mess things up? I'm just trying to be ... okay. Even a little." His hands were shaking. He didn't want them to be, but he was finding himself very unsure on how to react to Hades. "I'm not trying to mess anything up. Really." |
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Post by strider on Jul 3, 2021 22:31:09 GMT -5
Hook being awake was putting Orpheus even more on edge than he had been before. He had been willing to give Hook the benefit of the doubt, but L’s paranoia was beginning to eat at him. It was a good thing that Hook didn’t have any weapons, but someone skilled in fighting could easily beat Orpheus, no matter how many weapons Orpheus had. And L was in no state to fight – he was still likely recovering from the strangulation, and it wouldn’t be right to put him in a position to face Hook. Which left Czeslaw, who was both unarmed and had the unfortunate disadvantage of being much, much shorter than the rest of them. If Hook really wanted to, he could probably take all three of them, though Czeslaw would be the hardest to get past. Orpheus tensed, ready to move in and attack Hook as the pirate grabbed at L. He held his breath, eyes narrowed for a long second before L was released. Good. Good, as long as they could keep this tentative peace until they all got out of there, things would be okay. Silently, Orpheus moved to L’s side and carefully took his hand. It was a show of good faith, in a way. If anyone were going to attack L, Orpheus would have his back. Which may have been a little bit more comforting if Orpheus hadn’t managed to break his thumb the last time he had tried to throw a punch. “We don’t know you,” Orpheus said again, eyes narrowing as he let his attention drift back towards the wall with the poem. “We can’t unscramble this stanza about your life. If any of us knew you well enough to do it, then we already would have done it.” |
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Post by strider on Jul 3, 2021 22:40:45 GMT -5
Nico hesitated, pacing in his small, enclosed room. He didn’t like being trapped. He closed his eyes, attempting to shadow travel despite knowing how much it would take out of him, then groaned in frustration as he realized the House had taken that power from him. If there was any justice in the House (and Nico knew well enough that there really wasn’t, Hades wouldn’t be at full power either. That was just about the only thing he could think of that would save Sam in the long run. “I… I don’t know,” Nico admitted, raking a hand through his hair with a sort of desperation. “In other circumstances it might be enough, but with everything going on in my world, he’s probably… well, he’s probably really upset, and meeting someone who escaped death isn’t… great.” He heaved in a sigh, trying to remind his body that it needed to keep breathing in order to stay alive. “It might buy him time, but I don’t know what my father is going to say to him, and… Dad, I don’t want him to hurt him!” No sooner than Nico’s panicked voice broken off had Kelsier taken off, ramming himself at the glass. Nico took a deep breath, stumbling back and trying to protect himself in case the glass shattered. It was the best escape plan they had. Knowing the House, though… it probably wasn’t going to work. Hades looked around, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the room. There was nothing dangerous there, but he got the sense the boy wasn’t lying. Good. It wouldn’t do to lie to a god, and it seemed the boy had at least gotten that message. He clicked his tongue, trying to tell from the faint sense of life where Nico and the other man were. He could deal with them later. For now… he glanced down at Sam like someone might regard a piece of litter that had been thrown carelessly in the grass when there was a trashcan not two feet away. “Your very existence isn’t meant to be,” Hades said after a moment, pressing closer. “You died, so your soul should have travelled to whatever afterlife you believed in most. Of course, all roads lead my way, in the end, but there are different facades people see, of course. But you didn’t. You were called back to the surface by magic that threatens the very way the world turns. You are not meant to exist.” His voice was cold and insistent, a break from the almost bored tone he had adopted earlier. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 3, 2021 23:02:52 GMT -5
Kelsier could hear Hades’ cold voice, pulling at the strings in Sam’s head, trying to unravel him. He didn’t need to know the boy to know what sort of hurt Nico meant. He was afraid for Sam, physically. He was afraid for Sam, emotionally. Kelsier hadn’t even known Sam was a vampire...he thought of them in the lodge, Nico’s bright smile as they threw snowballs at each other. He thought of them in the House, Nico reassuring Sam that Kelsier wasn’t the bad sort of killer. He was far from one to think poorly of anyone for what they were. And here was Hades, telling a child that he didn’t deserve to live. Telling a child that he was wrong, that he wa less, that he shouldn’t exist at all. Kelsier’s eyes narrowed. Even if Nico hadn’t been here, even if he wasn’t aware that thy were close, he would have fought just as hard for Sam, he knew. He couldn’t tell Nico it was alright. Nico was the last person who would appreciate a comforting lie. “Okay. I’m going to do everything I can to get in there,” he told the boy who could still hear him, backing off from the unharmed glass. If he could even chip it...if he had a sliver of a crack to work with… “I need you to look around the edges, and see if there’s any sort of flaw, or trapdoor, or anything at all. Don’t forget to look up, there might be something on the ceiling. Can you do that for me?” He wasn’t as good at reassurance as he was at fighting the problem in the first place. But he had a feeling Nico needed something to do, a way to help. |
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