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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 10, 2021 21:54:30 GMT -5
L Lawliet | Forest Room | mintedstar/fur L nodded a little, glancing at Kid as the immortal spoke. It wasn’t something he could fix, really. Kid was right. If L lost his work, he would feel very lost. He didn’t think a conversation could solve that.
It was raining, he realized, glancing up. Hopefully not too much. For now it was just drizzling, but it could easily turn into a storm if the House got bored of them. Hopefully, their conversation was interesting enough to placate it.
“This room is probably intended for us to talk, actually,” he noted, waving a hand at the trees. “I can only assume the House knows how you feel, and is making the most of it. You said it hasn’t been blinking you in very often lately. It might be trying to prompt you. To see what happens now that things have changed. It seems to rely on the relationships of its blinkers, more than anything else, to get its entertainment.”
He shrugged lightly. “In other words, please feel free to speak.”
"... you're probably right," Kid admitted. That did seem to be a strong motivation for the House. Love and hate. It seemed more entertained by that. Maybe pain too, but it seemed to like the variety pack that all blinkers brought. "Like it's testing me out," he finally said. "Like this is my last chance. Be entertaining or fare thee well." He sounded bitter about that too. But he did talk. Albeit it took some cold rain trailing down his neck to do it. "I think I want to talk to other immortals. Work out how they ... live. I need to find something I can do. Sometimes that gives me a ... point." A person, maybe. That would work to, though his own world's relations didn't seem to be offering him the same thing. "At least that's a start, if the House lets me." He glanced over at L. "Who's blinking in these days who fits that description? Do you know?" L Lawliet | Forest Room | mintedstar/furL could understand the bitterness in Kid’s tone. He had to wonder whether he’d feel it, too, under different circumstances. If he were the one who felt like the House didn’t see him as interesting enough to keep. He didn’t think he was in that situation, but then again…how would he be able to tell that for sure? He didn’t pretend to know how the House’s mind worked, even if he would very much like to.
“I don’t know many people here, not personally,” he admitted a moment later, frowning a little. “Have you met Myrnin? He’s a vampire, and immortal. I don’t think I know anyone else, though. There are a surprisingly small group if blinkers I’d be able to tell you about, considering how long I’ve been blinking. I’ve talked to people once of twice, but only a few have ended up in the same place as me enough times to let me get to know them at all.”
He was, of course, excluding Czeslaw from that list. The boy was immortal, but he was also very clear about not wanting that known. Not only would it be a breach of privacy, it wouldn’t help, because Czeslaw was highly unlikely to offer anything like advice, anyway.
He hesitated, then tilted his head up, looking at the sky, the rain dripping into his eyes and making him blink.
For what it’s worth, House…I would prefer you didn’t stop blinking him in, please.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 10, 2021 22:07:10 GMT -5
L Lawliet | Game Room | ~∂єѕтιиу L was very good at games. Lots of games…he knew how to play against other people, and against himself. He was better at the sort of games you could win at, but you could win at anything if you put your mind to it. Games always had an objective. A goal to aim for. Which meant regardless of whether it was actually supposed to be competitive or not, you could win by succeeding, and lose by failing.
It got even more interesting when you didn’t know the rules. Or when you were playing more than one game at once. And right now, L was fairly sure both of those were accurate descriptions. Only, one of the players had an unfair advantage. One of the players got to make the rules.
L was going to concentrate on Vincent for the moment, but he hadn’t forgotten the House’s presence. He never did.
He kept sorting, watching the games as he moved them around the table, making a pattern of some sort. He didn’t stop until he reached the only game he hadn’t moved yet…and then he glanced up, eyeing Vincent, eyes both intense and steady ans completely unblinking.
“This one, then,” he said finally, and pulled his hand away from the box without touching it. “If you have no objections…?”
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 11, 2021 15:30:35 GMT -5
Zuko wasn’t giving the instruments very much thought. There were things from other worlds that he had never experienced, and things from his own world that he was probably never going to experience. The difference between the two wasn’t that great. Sometimes he thought he might be interested in hearing more about other worlds, but… there were things he just wasn’t going to have access to. The fact that he had heard a guitar now was neat, but not something he was going to spend very much time dwelling on. The fireflakes were falling, then, and Zuko reached up to grab the bag, only to be nearly covered in the fire flakes that fell out. It was… unfortunate, but… Zuko looked across at Sal, then gave a small shrug and picked up one of the fire flakes from the armor on his shoulder. He put it to his mouth, tasting it for a moment before a small smile came across his face. “The House got these right, at least. Even if not very many of them are edible. You should try one. Probably one that landed on your clothing, not… on the floor.” Zuko gave the floor an odd look, not really trusting the House’s cleanliness. He wasn’t above eating off the floor, but… not the House’s floor. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 12, 2021 3:44:02 GMT -5
Nico glanced at their hands once more, then gave Sam’s a light squeeze of reassurance. It was hard to know when physical contact with someone would cause him to panic, and when it would be perfectly fine. Now, though, it seemed okay. He was with someone he trusted, and he had the freedom to escape if he really wanted to. He didn’t think that would be the case here. He thought he liked holding Sam’s hand, though he wasn’t sure what made it so different from holding anyone else’s hand. “Frogmouth?” Nico asked, tilting his head a little bit as he leaned in to see better, only to realize why they were called that. It was an apt name, and Nico couldn’t help the tiny chuckle that escaped him. “I guess it has to be helpful, somehow,” Nico replied, tilting his head as he took a moment to read the sign. It failed to elucidate exactly what evolutionary purpose the oddly shaped mouth served. “Maybe nature likes playing practical jokes.” "If I were nature, I'd play practical jokes too," said Sam, sounding amused. "Particularly since the bird doesn't seem to mind. I think we're the ones that the joke is meant for." Or that was his assumption, if such a thing was correct. "Let's check the next bit," he said, pointing further along. Even still, it looked like they were coming to the end of the aviary. Sam looked pretty sad about it. He'd really would have rathered they get more time. But also he wanted Nico to be able to see some of the animals that he wanted to see. "Where should we go after this?" |
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Sept 12, 2021 13:51:13 GMT -5
Rue hesitated at the question, a stab of regret shooting through her. For all practical purposes…she no longer had a mother. She certainly was never going to see her again, not if she wanted her to live. Going back to eleven when she was supposed to be dead would just get absolutely everyone in more trouble than they could imagine, and they had very well stocked imaginations by now. But that wasn’t what Daud meant, and she didn’t want to get into it, so she just shook her head a little. “I’ve heard of coffee. I don’t think I’ve ever had it, unless I did without knowing what it was.” Her eyes caught onto one of the forms walking around, and surprise shot through her, but she didn’t flinch or stop moving. It was the House, and she was very good at keeping any reactions she might have to her surroundings purely internal. How much would it take to stop blending in? Would a flinch be enough to trap them here? Daud | Office Room | Rue and Asami
Rue's mother was evidently a touchy subject, given her hesitation. Guilt flickered through him. Hopefully he hadn't overstepped, but he couldn't apologize without risking one of the workers overhearing. "Coffee is good," he said gruffly, turning back toward the coffeemaker. The office workers by it, however, were no longer chatting around it, but looking to the other side of the office. Daud followed their gaze, tensing as he realized that Asami was the target of their attention. He couldn't quite see what she was doing, but it was bad enough that she was attracting attention.
Would they all be stuck here if even one got caught? Or was it just the one who got caught who had to stay?
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 12, 2021 19:11:18 GMT -5
“I think the joke is meant for anyone who’s capable of having a sense of humor,” Nico replied, a small smile crossing his lips. “Which could be you and me, or it could be other animals. I don’t know. I like the idea that nature plays practical jokes. Maybe… maybe humans are a bit of a practical joke as well. I mean… we’re not really adapted to be able to do anything well other than think. But we still managed to survive.” He gave a quiet laugh, then followed Sam to the next enclosure. He pointed out the plumed bird off to the back, then glanced at Sam. He liked seeing the birds, but… he liked seeing Sam’s reactions to the birds more. “I like this one,” he murmured. “It looks like it’s going to a fancy dinner party or something.” After a moment he glanced over at the exit to the aviary, a bit of disappointment settling in his chest, too. “The… polar bears are right around the corner. We could go see them?” |
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Sept 12, 2021 21:46:44 GMT -5
Amity | Living Room | LarkAmity blinked into the living room, her hands currently busy pulling back her hair to cover the brown roots a little better. She then froze up as the shift in everything registered and she whirled around to face the dingy room, her eyes wide and brow furrowed.
This was...real? Amity clutched at her heart through her shirt. She'd tried to forget last time, chalking it up to falling asleep over her notes, but--
The door. Her gaze hardened as she eyed the door she remembered she'd been about to go through with that man and the Coven Guard. Something about portals. That had to be her way back. |
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Sept 12, 2021 22:36:04 GMT -5
Eddie | Living Room | dawnIn the middle of the room blinked in a disheveled man, head to toe covered in mine needles and fragments of glass. If it hadn't been the sudden transition from gripping a tree to a nearly empty living room, who knows who long he'd be there. The infamous reporter stood there in a shocked stupor, barely recognizing he was for once plucked right back into the house. His hands quivered in the air slowly but surely faltered back to his sore sides. A heart like Eddie's threatened to give its last pulse one final time at the sight of yet another person. No, he could feel another person occupied the room with him - them and that it wasn't necessary to look up. Someone that wasn't yelling at him like he'd done something wrong, a lab rat, escaping from the lab with little energy to spare, an invader who shouldn't have- Ě̴̲͈̳̪̆̋̍́N̶̛̺͚͛̀Ọ̵̎̚U̵̧̖͎͚̔̂̃̀̀͜G̶̝͋Ḩ̶̛͓̤̃̈̔̅ͅ That mental outburst sends him snapping to reality if you could call it that. His brow's furrowed at the weird thoughts, before fully realizing another blinker was there and she seemed kind of new. Such a fact repeats over and over again in his head but he can't pinpoint why exactly that's the case. Eddie blinked in surprise at seeing Amity, regret washed over him for not acting quicker like he was supposed to. "Hey," He attempts to strike up the conversation despite his rather filthy condition, "Are you new around the house?" Eddie isn't too shocked to see her golden gaze flicker towards the doors. Any newbie would want to stick their head in. He summons a less suspicious demeanor, one that he'd use frequently to skate by the less than thrilling conversation. |
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Sept 12, 2021 22:52:26 GMT -5
Amity | Living Room | LarkAmity's beginning steps to leave were interrupted by a man materializing mere inches from her path, and she gawked for just a moment before grimacing once she took notice of his dishevelment. Not to mention his sudden split second shift in demeanor caught her off guard as she found herself taking a few steps back to put some distance between them.
Round ears. Her eyebrows drew in at this detail. One human was already enough to deal with in her life. Her own ears twitched almost unnoticeably as she finally registered his question. "The house?" Then she recalled the name the Shadow of Kirro had told her. "Oh, right. I thought--" she crossed her arms and shook her head-- "never mind. Yeah, I guess I'm new. But I'm not staying." Amity gestured to the hallway door behind Eddie. "There's portals through there, right?" |
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Sept 12, 2021 23:20:09 GMT -5
Eddie | Living Room | Lark Eddie evidently took the wariness in stride, anyone would after the reckless stunt he pulled off. That look reminded him of the same one that the guitarist and the snippy kid gave him in the lab. Was it the lab? Was it a room created by the House? He racked his troubled mind for answers, anything that could make sense of the fever dream he'd been thrust into. The reporter took a few steps himself back away from the witch, his placed his against the wall behind him as if that would help ground him. The attention of a crowd wasn't that bad but handling a single person left him desperate to leave. Impatiently, he waited with bated breath for disregard only to be answered swiftly and promptly. "Guess some rando gave you the breakdown, huh?" Eddie shrugs, letting the question linger longer than it needs to before he moves on to something else. "Portals? Oh, those things are doors. They can't lead you out of here 'cause if you finish them they'll send you right back to the living room. Right back to square one." He tries to turn around, yet his body lags behind for a few seconds. Almost refusing to move, but he does momentarily, pointing to a chipped door dead ahead of where Amity stood. Unknowingly when he turns, a thick tendril of black ink seeps through his gray hoodie poking through his back only to sink back as Eddie turns to face the newbie once again. "Everyone here calls me Eddie by the way, figured to clear that up early." The possibly still human man obliviously introduced himself properly for once, despite his passenger making an introduction as well. |
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Sept 12, 2021 23:36:59 GMT -5
Amity | Living Room | Lark Amity let the first question hang, not even letting her tightened arms relax. The stoic expression she had chosen began to falter as Eddie explained the rest, and her eyes darted between him and the supposed exit.
"No. No, that can't be right. I was told--" She wracked her brain for a moment, her teeth clenching as she pulled the words together from the other man. He hadn't exactly said so, she realized as her face dropped. Stupid. Amity's nail dug into her arms for barely a second before she managed to compose herself. "I...was mistaken then," she muttered.
She glanced back up at Eddie right as he turned his back to her, causing her eyes to lock onto the substance that peeked out. ...Abomination magic? She blinked herself out of the stupor with the reminder that humans couldn't do magic, convincing herself she'd seen wrong or something.
Amity regarded the introduction with a small nod. "Amity Blight." Her voice almost held a sigh as she finally unfolded herself enough to begin to skirt around Eddie and back to her target. Portal or not she needed to find out what this place's deal was. "Well I'll just go check things out then. And thanks, I guess... for the information." |
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Sept 13, 2021 0:32:00 GMT -5
Eddie | Living Room | dawn Eddie felt a change in temperature, both literally and metaphorically. Amity's words croaked out one by one until they resumed in their speed causing him to think carefully about his words. He already messed up with another blinker, a few to be precise, there was no need to include Amity in that list. "It's fine, not like I'm a stickler about semantics anyways. Doors or portals, this place isn't meant to make sense. Believe me, you'll see what I mean sooner or later." He waves away the supposed error the other perceived herself doing, averting his conflicted gaze to the door. Victoria had been helpful and the rest of his knowledge was based on "he said, she said" talk, as inconvenient it was to scrape it all from varying sources. "Amity, Amity, gotcha." Eddie spoke under his breath and nodding along, the name beginning to register. If he had to say the word door one more time, the reporter might be tempted to break one. Lowering his stiff limb wasn't so bad, though it gave him second thoughts if he was inflicted with something serious. Gradually did the stiffness fade as he followed behind the other blinker who steered away from him. He scratched the back of his head without a word spoken, unsure if leaving her unsupervised was even a good idea. A nagging sensation came for him shortly after his consideration, instead of the pull to remain still there was now a push to go forward. As Amity went past as did the disheveled reporter, did he approach one of the doors that must have been in her sights. Unfortunately for both parties involved, Eddie yanked it right open, rusted handle and all its glory. Right then and there, Eddie flinched, now clearly doubtful of the idea of leaving Amity to her own devices and stared at the now disfigured door handle in his hand. "You'd think they'd at least look after the damn handles." He commented, levity surrounding his words, turning to the student with obvious disbelief at his own strength. There was a slightly muscular build to the report despite his investigative line of work. Yet anyone with a brain knew that didn't mean he could tear doors off their hinges so easily or rather door handles in this case. "Well, at least the door's still hanging in one piece. I can go in first if you want?" |
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Sept 13, 2021 11:54:32 GMT -5
She hadn't intended to have the man invite himself along, more so preferring to go at it alone. However before she could think much more on the matter, Amity was stopped in her tracks when the dim hallway stretched out before her. She'd barely gotten even a peek of it last time, so actually seeing what was outside the living room had golden eyes opened wide.
Amity was only shaken out of the wonderment by Eddie walking past her. "So all these doors are portals-- Err, or go to other places?" But none could be an exit back to her own world? It was a lot to try and wrap her head around, but Amity was nothing if not determined to learn every detail she could.
She'd followed Eddie a few paces when he approached one of the doors, jumping to the side when he yanked the handle clean off. She eyed it, then swept her gaze over Eddie in a curious manner before setting her sights on the opening in front of them. Weighing her options, she considered that sending the human in first could be to her advantage should there be anything weird or suspicious. But she also didn't want to set off the impression that she couldn't take care of herself or that she needed to use dirty tricks to get by. Amity fiddled with her necklace as she went over these thoughts, then rolled her shoulders back.
"I'm fine," she said, brushing past Eddie to take that step over the threshold. |
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Sept 13, 2021 14:30:44 GMT -5
Eddie was not stoked to have made even more of a mess in front of the newbie. Thankfully there wasn't much disdain sent towards his direction as far as he could tell. He glanced back from the handle in his grasp to Amity and then back to the crusty handle once again. He tried to see if there was something else on the inside as well all the while he'd been asked yet another question. Nope, turns out the House after all this time has a terrible taste in decorating the halls. Eddie's misty eyes flickered now to the door that they both stood in front of. "They do work kinda like portals, but there is a catch. Once you enter, you get stuck in a room with a puzzle that might be dangerous. Either you get blinked back to your world while it's still running or you find the exit door, uh, every room is supposed to have one." O̶̬͒U̸͙̓͝R̷͍͙̹͎͒͌͂̕͜ ̸̤̹̘̪̥̉͠Ẅ̷̝́̌̍͝Ǭ̶͓͙͉̿ͅR̶͍̈́Ľ̸̡̬̣̼̖͌D̶̯̱̙̗̀͂?̸̹̭͊̍̀̍̒ A raspy voice flickered in his mind, he merely brushed it off as something he may have misheard. The strange man motioned to the door stiffly with his hands, keeping for her or him to step right on in. "Most folks wouldn't want to go in solo in case something goes wrong, sorta like having a buddy system." His exhausted gaze was now directed to the hallway, not impressed by the potential hundreds of doors that lined the walls but disinterest. Any other day of the week, men like Tony Stark would and most likely do the same thing. Doing so, he couldn't suppress the urge to walk through the doorway himself. Not for curiosities sake but it was compelling him even though he wouldn't dare go into one of those things. A few rooms left him confused and moreso with those he'd been trapped in the house with. As Amity went through with no issues at all, Eddie tried to step back until his arms and legs involuntarily threw him forwards. "No, no, no." He clenched his teeth, all the while he slipped in right into the room. Eddie couldn't see where the other blinker had been until he'd been seemingly placed directly across in the peculiar room, a few feet away. "Must be house mumbo jumbo." Was all he could utter under his breath as the two blinkers found themselves in a small, clean store. The room they were in was minimalist in nature, the front of the store was an empty counter and a bell. The walls were painted with horizontal pink stripes and a few posters promoting some kind of ice cream were plastered around the store walls. No other human, witch, or what have you were found roaming around the store with them, the place looked unnaturally pristine. The chairs were stacked onto tables as if the place hadn't been opened yet to customers. |
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Sept 13, 2021 22:27:29 GMT -5
Amity | Ice Cream Store | Lark The premise sounded more like an annoyance, but if this whole place was just some sort of test then there was no way that Amity was going to let herself fail it. She only just barely suppressed a groan as Eddie continued. "I don't need any help, I'm plenty capable of looking out for my--" As the entire scenery changed from the shady hall into an actual pristine store, her voice faltered to just above a whisper. "--self."
Amity jerked around to the door only to find their entrance was gone, replaced by the wall and confirmed solid when she pressed her hands to it. Okay, so maybe this was weirder than she'd anticipated. With a deep breath, she gave the room a proper look this time, finding it familiar but also not quite right. Furthermore, why was it abandoned?
She soon realized her fingers had threaded themselves into the fabric of her shirt, and Amity quickly relaxed her hands and straightened back into her bravado. "So what's so dangerous about this? What, are we gonna get brain freeze or something?" Amity flicked a hand at the ice cream posters before returning to her sheltered posture. |
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Sept 14, 2021 11:06:07 GMT -5
Eddie | Ice Cream Store | dawn Eddie rolled his eyes, holding back a snarky reply. It was justified to care as the house had its ways of making everything worse, anything the mysterious entity touched would be ruined. Just like me. He blinked at the part of the room he saw, having never once in his miserable life saw a clean counter that practically sparkled. It didn't help there was a considerable lack of life to be found. Yet it stoked his curiosity to at least prod the things in their area as deserted as it seemed. With nothing better to do, he gave a few hurried taps to the shimmering bell sitting by itself on the counter. Eddie's feverous concentration was interrupted by Amity, who patience was being tested. "Hm." He mulled over the answer, realizing he might have yet again be in a life or death situation...with ice cream. Well, its a good thing he got rejected by Dairy Queens and Baskin Robins, otherwise this would be an embarrassing way to die. "Good question. I would be expecting us to freeze to death in some over-dramatic way. Maybe the house wants us to serve customers. This places absolutely loves messing with your psyche, once the room starts you'll get the hang of it." He reassure her, although with a pose like that, perhaps a humurous answer was the last thing Amity needed. Eddie knocks on the glass that was meant to view the actual ice cream. He nonchalantly looks down expecting to see something on the lines of actual ice cream yet his hand goes through the glass. It doesn't shatter, instead Eddie's hand passes through the glass like he was poking through plastic wrap. His faces goes slack and then utter confusion glosses over his once nonchalant features. The ice cream stand definitely had window panes as it felt physical and solid, but the house's take on physics warped everything. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 14, 2021 21:12:14 GMT -5
Sal watched as the fire flakes sort of exploded out, covering Zuko almost as much as they did the floor. The House’s idea of a joke, or just a coincidence? He couldn’t tell, but the end result was the same. At least they seemed to be what Zuko had expected them to be, as far as taste went. He headed over, since Zuko has gotten a lot more in him than Sal had gotten on himself. He pinched a little bit off of Zuko’s armor and stepped back, carefully slipping it under his prosthetic without lifting the prosthetic itself up at all. It wasn’t the easiest way to eat, but it worked, and he wasn’t exactly eating a full meal or anything, right? “Spicy,” he commented after a moment, lowering his hand again. “But I guess I should have seen that one coming, shouldn’t I? These are pretty common in your world?” Sal had no idea what the Fire Nation or a firebended were, so he didn’t know how well the theme fit, but he figured it must have been something Zuko was pretty familiar with. |
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 15, 2021 0:42:14 GMT -5
“Yep,” Zuko replied, picking another fire flake off of his armor. It was probably a good thing it had been cleaned recently. He wouldn’t want Sal eating off of filthy armor. Seeing as the other boy hadn’t even asked, Zuko decided not to give it too much thought. He would… make an effort to keep his armor clean, though, just in case a similar situation ever arose. He would feel embarrassed if someone were to eat off filthy armor. Unfortunately, living on a ship meant that things had a tendency to get dirty. There weren’t as many opportunities to have things cleaned as there were in the Fire Nation. “They’re good, though. I think, at least. They’re one of the best snacks in the Fire Nation.” He gave a small smile, then dusted some of the remaining fire flakes off of himself. He looked back at the board, considering Sal’s drawing before decing what was worth asking for this time. “Is it a map of the House?” |
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Sept 15, 2021 12:22:16 GMT -5
Amity | Ice Cream Store | Lark Surprisingly Amity wasn't straying too far from Eddie this time, as much as she fronted about her independence he was still the only other person here who knew some of the things to expect. Hands squeezed at her forearms when Eddie rang the bell, though she unclenched herself when nothing else happened. Amity shook her head once and stepped closer to the counter so she could lean over it and inspect the space behind.
One ear twitched at Eddie and her face scrunched up. "I am not some costumer service slave." That was one of the last things she wanted to be doing, and no amount of creepy ambience was going to convince her otherwise. Her frown only persisted at the notion that she'd somehow get used to her mind being played with.
She almost thought of another snarky remark when Eddie put his hand right through the glass pane. "Oh, it's just an illusion?" Not her specialty exactly, but she had enough experience in her personal life dealing with that type of magic. Amity repeated Eddie's motion and waved her hand through the display window. "Maybe I could break the spell..." she mused out loud. If so she needed some space. However as she backed up to give her arms the room they needed to move, her back hit something hard that jostled her head from the force. "Watch it!" Amity's anger was directed at Eddie, although she soon realized that it hadn't been the man she'd walked into. Brow now furrowed, she pressed a hand out that met a solid force. "What the--" |
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Sept 16, 2021 10:42:05 GMT -5
Eddie | Ice Cream Store | dawn A moment of total confusion engulfed the reporter as Amity spoke. He pulled his arm back yet repeated the same motion with the arm he hadn't placed through the same window pane. "Illusions sound about right." He agreed reluctantly, the talk of magic made him frown. As a reporter, he used his senses to the best of his possible ability to get a lead. Only this time, he couldn't rely on them with the house getting in the way. Portals, illusions, he'd prefer taking on what he knew best - plain, old reality. Thankfully neither were harmed by testing the glass display, no set backs what so ever which left Eddie distrustful. Even if it didn't lead to the best decisions, he folded his arms and raised his brow at the mention of breaking a spell. The room was eeriely still as if none of their actions had changed. "Be my guest, we'll be busy for awhile." He shrugged nonchalantly, stepping back so he wouldn't be turned into a toad if the attempt went awry. He squinted at Amity, compelled to dpeak out once again. "What? Don't - I don't know how to do spells in the first place. Wpuldn't know squat about it until you brough it up." Eddie raised his still shaky hands defensively but in doing so hit a physical wall. Glaring over his shoulder, he tried to place his arm through against it once more. No success in breaking it nor his arm going through. "Told ya, I'm not a magic guy." As he taps the invisible wall to prove a point with a frown. |
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Sept 16, 2021 21:35:28 GMT -5
Amity | Ice Cream Store | LarkAmity's frustration was growing as each time she tried to stretch her arms out she hit another invisible wall. It was almost suffocating to not know what was free space and what was an obstacle. This annoyance spilled over into her expression as she directed a glare towards Eddie. "Wouldn't have expected you to anyway. Humans can't do magic." Her tone sounded way too personal for a guy she'd just met, but Amity seemed unaware of her own attitude and stomped back up to the counter, hands splayed out in preparation of hitting another wall.
She paused to take in a deep breath, lowering her head. It was time to really think before she got too fed up to function. This was an ice cream shop; abandoned, but clearly stocked. And the display case was fake-- Amity pushed her hand through it again and reached for the scooper laid next to one of the containers, only to wince when her fingers smashed against another unseen surface. She withdrew the hand to give it a shake and frowned.
"...you said something about puzzles before?" Amity danced the tips of her fingers over the force blocking access to the ice cream. She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Eddie as she gathered her thoughts. "The obvious thing is the ice cream. Right?" |
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Post by Lark on Sept 17, 2021 19:19:58 GMT -5
Eddie | Ice Cream Store | dawnEddie kept his hand on the wall, attempting to trace it blindly all on his own. He steals a glance at the store counter, wondering if they had anything that could plot out the invisible walls. They didn't even have a register to begin with nor anything of actual use besides functioning bell. Bickering had gotten them nowhere and such a trend would continue, "I mean, sure. Doesn't stop people from getting superpowers though." Eddie refrained himself, he had no intention of pouring info about his world. "Whatever Earth or world you came from has different, erm, circumstances for folks like me. Probably." He said rather defensively with a scowl. That is when it clicked, Amity wasn't human given the pointed ears or a big fan of them. By the look of things, all the kid wanted to do was leave and he was more than willing to speed up the process. That is if he could tell what was and wasn't a wall. As he went about investigating did it occur to him that his own world had issues that he needed to attend to. "Investigating the ice cream is a good place to start." He swallows down his panic, the realization he had to blink back eventually sunk in. Whomever had taught him about the house better be right or both of them would end up as the newest ice cream flavors. F̵̝̮͕͚̟̎̄͐͜͝L̴̡̮͚͋̓́̌͊͝A̴̭͎̩̬͉͘V̷͉̲̌͑̈́̀Ồ̸͕͇͖̭͖̎͜͝Ṛ̵̼̜̱̈́͛̎?̷̯̃̂͠ͅ Unfortunately, he had misheard yet again which he attributed to the state of panic he'd been in earlier upon blinking. "Think about the flavors?" Eddie shook his head, he stood a few steps away from Amity leaning on one of many invisible walls. A part of him wanted to resign his fate in this house, tempted to not face his actual problems and another to get out before it gets too suffocating. He continued, forcing himself to peak over her shoulder to see what progress she's made. "The answers aren't outright, Amity. Kinda ooks like we're being led to the scooper and all that jazz. The house has gotta be trying to steer us away from distractions." He then shifted his gaze on the posters. Many of them were brightly colored with photos of various ice creams and variations, nothing had changed but it felt wrong to have so many - it didn't match with the number of containers if he counted right. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 19, 2021 21:56:35 GMT -5
Kelsier and Mare | Switcharoom | striderKelsier hadn’t had a chance to check and see what all he had on him. He did have pockets, thankfully, which meant he probably had something, and if it was the same as what Nico had…he would probably be able to just do whatever Nico had done. Not that it was going to be in any way easy, but as long as it kept him alive, he was fine with that. He didn’t want to leave Nico alone to face whatever the House’s version of Hathsin had for him. It had occurred to him what that might be, of course. If Kelsier was standing in for Nico, including owning all the things he’d carried when he’d been here, it was entirely possible that Nico was standing in for him. If their stories were meant to go the same way they had the first time around…he breathed out, quickening his pace. He thought he could see something that would work as shelter up ahead, and though he knew pinning himself was a very bad move, not being exposed in every side sounded nice. Plus, they could sense him, but that didn’t necessarily mean they could find him. Maybe if he could take cover somewhere, he could catch his breath and be able to come at it again with a better shot at surviving it. Hearing Nico talking to Mare helped. He wished he could hear both sides, but he could figure out at least part of what she’d said based on the reply, usually. Mare glanced at Nico, slipping her hand into another crevice and ignoring the sharp pain as the edge sliced into her arm again. She wondered sometimes if she’d stop feeling it eventually, if she stayed long enough. If the cure would open and bleed and she would pay them no attention at all. It had been a long time already. She guessed if it was going to happen, it probably already would have. Maybe that was for the best…she wasn’t sure she wanted to lose that. She didn’t want to be used to this, because she didn’t accept that she was going to stay forever. Of course, having met Nico, she supposed she now knew that was a foolish hope. She died down here. She never did see the outside world again, or any of the people she loved. The one person she did have here wasn’t exactly making it easy to feel less alone, either. Sometimes, she felt bitter about that. Usually, she just felt sad. Nico was here, though. He knew the future. Maybe she could send a message with him. She doubted she’d be able to send one with Kelsier anymore, but…maybe she could say goodbye to the others, if Nico was willing to carry her words. “Maybe,” she admitted, breathing out lightly. “It’s not so much that I think no one can, anymore. We’re all pretty beaten down and broken, but people can cope with more than you think. They don’t have the energy to rise up, but that doesn’t mean they have no energy left at all. Surviving is just the top priority. No…the trouble is that there’s barely anyone left who knows about it in the first place. I happened to meet a Keeper with an interest in spreading religions, but…it’s not as though even knowing a Keeper would be enough to guarantee it. There’s just too many unlikely things that would all need to line up for anyone else to even know about it, let alone believe in it.” She watched quietly as he took the picture. Apparently, Kelsier still had it. She didn’t know how he’d gotten it, but…she was grateful. She was deeply grateful that it hadn’t been lost. “There are other types?” She added after a moment, interest slipping into her tone. |
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Post by strider on Sept 20, 2021 0:25:30 GMT -5
Nico didn’t know if hearing him talk to Mare was going to be helpful for Kelsier or make things worse. He wished he had a way to tell… he wished he could ask Kelsier if he needed him to stop talking. He hoped that wouldn’t be the case… he liked having something to distract him from the pain in his arms and the fact that they were crawling over dead bodies. Fewer, now. Fewer than there had been. Somehow, the lack of bodies here made things worse rather than better. Fewer people had made it to where they were. Did that mean there were more geodes here because fewer people had tried to get to them? Nico stuck his hand into another crevice, wincing at the pain that lanced up his arms. Some of the jagged rocks struck nerves, sending the pain racing through more than just his arm. How did Mare stand it? How had Kelsier survived this and come out the other end stronger? This place… it was hell. It was as certain a hell as Tartarus was, though there was no way to compare the two. Nico couldn’t say which was worse, and he doubted Kelsier could, either. They were bad for two very different reasons, even though people weren’t mean to survive either one. Nico di Angelo. Ghost King, Survivor of Tartarus. Kelsier. Hope, Survivor of Hathsin. The difference was that there was nobody to outshine Kelsier in his world. Nico was always going to be in the background in his own. He didn’t mind… he wasn’t searching for the spotlight. “I think people should be told about it,” Nico murmured, shaking his head. “I mean… I know that’s the point. I know that’s why Keepers exist, so that the knowledge the Lord Ruler tried to erase stays somewhere. I guess… I wish there were a way for more people to know about it. I hope one day there are enough people who believe in it like you do that they can form some sort of church, even… even though I doubt that churches are part of the Larsta foundation. At least… some sort of sacred gathering places. Those are important, no matter what religion you believe in.” He took a breath out, wiping some of the blood off his arm. He felt filthy, though that wasn’t an unusual feeling. He couldn’t help but wonder how many people died down here because of infected injuries. Certainly it was more than the number of people who died because they hadn’t been able to find a geode. “There are lots of other types,” Nico replied after a moment, a smile crossing his face for just a fraction of a second. “I wish I was better at art… I’d try to show you. I mean…” he frowned, then glanced at the bodies around them. Most of them were nothing but skeletons now, and there was a fine film of dust surrounding them. Reluctantly, Nico picked up a finger bone from the body nearest him. “I can show you approximately what some of them look like. And then when you get out of here, you can tell people all about flowers. Flowers that even Sazed doesn’t remember.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 20, 2021 4:38:39 GMT -5
Satisfaction filled Sherlock as he managed to get the child to respond. He had guessed it would work, since he was pretty sure he knew the main problem here. Not necessarily the cause, though he had a few guesses…it was too bad he was in the House. He could have probably figured out some sort of protection for the kid in his world. Still, he could at least be less threatening to this small pre-vampire version of Myrnin. “Hello, Amico,” he replied, almost extending a hand before he thought better of it. “My name is Sherlock Holmes. I’m a detective. Do you know what that means?” Amico shook his head, looking at the hand. He didn't know what the hand meant either and he found himself looking at it from every side. Back, forth, back, forth. There didn't seem to be anything in the hand, however. So he had no idea what he should actually do about this. It seemed a bit up for interpretation, so he just left it where it was. "No, I don't know what that means," he said. "Does it have something to do with your hand?" Maybe. That seemed like it could be a possibility. Though that did mean the small boy was now waiting patiently for an answer. Sherlock paused, frowning at the small boy as he looked at the hand. Well…he couldn’t really blame him for not understanding what that was supposed to mean, could he? How old was he, anyway? Sherlock had no idea how to tell. “No,” he replied bluntly, pulling his hand back. “It means when people can’t solve mysteries, they come to me, and I solve them, instead. Do you like mysteries?” |
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Post by dawn on Sept 20, 2021 22:07:48 GMT -5
Amity | Ice Cream Store | LarkAmity's tapping fingers curled so her nails scraped at the barrier instead when Eddie's words once again irked her. Her glower remained as she tensed for a second and then let her shoulders relax while she turned her face away from the man. She knew she was getting too worked up; and it wasn't the time or the place. "Yeah, sure," she resigned herself to mutter.
At least they were moving back to the important things, and Amity focused her thoughts. "Flavors..." There were only a handful out on display, with most of the labels not quite matching the flavors she knew in her world. But that wasn't what mattered. She gave Eddie a quick glance to see what he was doing, and followed his gaze to the posters. She only skimmed them for any helpful details, then returned her attention to the ice cream.
"Maybe the displays don't match what's advertised?" she proposed. She wasn't sure of what that meant as far as next steps, but it could be a start. The witch pointed at a poster over their heads. "This one - lavender? It's not in the glass." |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 21, 2021 20:41:36 GMT -5
There was no real way to tell where the geodes were going to be. There could have been thousands if you went down far enough, but going down too far was a death sentence. Staying near the surface was safer, until you either failed to find anything, or someone saw you slip it into your pocket and decided killing you was a lot easier than trying to find a different one. There was no way to stay completely safe. Mare had opted for the middle, in the hopes that it was the best of both worlds, and not the worst. So far…it had worked. She knew why she almost never ran into Kelsier in the Pits, though. Her strategy was to hope she could go deep enough to avoid the others without going deeper than they’d be willing to go. Kelsier’s scars were deeper than her own, and more numerous. Kelsier, as he always had, refused to be told what he could and couldn’t do. She didn’t know how deep he went, but she knew he was usually one of the last to make it back up. Now, though…was he here, now? Anywhere? It seemed impossible that he’d just vanished, but then, she didn’t even know if any of this was really Hathsin. If it wasn’t… She reached into another crevice, trying and failing to avoid the jagged edge. “A church?” She repeated after a moment, glancing back at Nico. The thought made sense, even if she hadn’t thought of it, herself. A church of people who believed in the things she did…what would that be like? “I guess I never thought of that,” she admitted. “I don’t know what it would be like. I think…if there’s ever anyone else who believes in it, I’d like to talk to them. But I can’t imagine there being enough to form a church.” She stepped closer, tilting her head to look at the ground, an almost hungry expression coming into her eyes as he agreed to draw them. She opened her mouth, about to ask how many there were, when the rest of his words caught up to her and she froze. “Not to sound pessimistic, but…isn’t this the past for you and him?” She asked after a moment, voice quiet. “Aren’t I supposed to die here?” |
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Post by strider on Sept 22, 2021 1:36:27 GMT -5
Nico didn’t know what Kelsier’s strategy had been. All he knew was that Kelsier had survived and he had the scars to prove it. And he had warned Nico not to go too deep down into the Pits, which seemed to imply that he had been down there himself. Or maybe he had just seen too many people die down there. It was hard to tell with Kelsier. Given who he was, though, Nico wouldn’t have been surprised if he had spent most of his time deeper than most of the others had dared to go. There were more geodes down there. There had to be. This place was absolutely full of them, and though Nico doubted they grew back quickly, they had been growing for… well, however long the Lord Ruler had been alive. Probably longer. It was hard to know, especially for someone who wasn’t even versed in Scadrial’s highly edited version of history. He pushed that thought away, instead focusing on the ground in front of him. He cleared it of any rocks and debris, kneeling down and redistributing some of the dirt and dust that had settled over the years. He looked up at Mare, fully ready to start drawing as soon as she was paying attention. Mare’s question caught him off guard. He was doing everything he could to save her, but she was right. She had died down here. But… they had geodes now. Nico even had an extra. If he died here, then the chances were high that he would come back. Not… that he planned on telling Kelsier that at the moment. He didn’t think Kelsier would approve of his plan. He didn’t think Mare would approve of his plan. It was a good thing it wasn’t a plan yet. If he was going to make the effort to guarantee Mare another week, he needed to make sure that other week was worth living. He needed to find her a way out. “I guess there’s a reason Kelsier started seeing me as a son,” Nico murmured, voice low as he spoke. He didn’t know if any of the guards were Tineyes, but he didn’t want to risk it. “He never believed anything was impossible, did he? This… you’re still alive. Your heart is beating. Which means there’s still a chance to get you out alive. I don’t give a damn what happened in Kelsier’s past. What matters is what happens right now.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 22, 2021 2:08:14 GMT -5
Mare watched Nico quietly for a long moment, dark eyes thoughtful. She could see the traits that had made Kelsier see him as a son. She barely knew him, herself, she’d only just met him, but she could still see it, especially since she knew it had happened. She approached quietly, kneeling down to see the space he’d cleared on the ground a little bit better. She wanted to see the flowers, more than anything. Even if they were only scratches in dust that had never and probably would never see the light of day…she wanted that knowledge to be burned into her mind. She wanted to learn the way the lines came togto form a whole, until she could draw them for herself. How many types were there? Could she learn them all? Could she become a Keeper, too, if only for this tiny corner of knowledge, lost to this world? She knew the pull Sazed had described when he talked about his religions. The sense of peace that could be gained by finding something that connected with you, deeper than you’d expected. Nico’s reply pulled her from her reverie, and she looked up at him, her gaze quiet and intense, in a different way than Kelsier’s typically was, but not lesser. He was right. He was similar to Kel, more than either one probably knew. She felt a rush of affection towards him, edged with sadness, though she knew that, even if she might have ended up thinking of herself as his mother in a different world, it would never be this one. It seemed almost unfair that, out of the two of them, it was Kelsier who had ended up becoming a parent. “Kelsier never did believe anything was impossible,” she replied after a moment, her voice quiet, but steady. “He thought he could do anything. Anything at all. Even when someone told him he couldn’t rob the Lord Ruler, what did he say? He said ‘why not?’.” She held his gaze. He knew enough about that had happened to understand her point. He knew how that had worked out for them. She was the last person to say her life wasn’t worth fighting for, but… They couldn’t afford to be stubborn about it. She wouldn’t let anything happen to Nico down here. There was stubbornness, and then there was clinging to something that was already dead, letting it drown you too, and she wouldn’t pull him down with her. She couldn’t. |
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Post by strider on Sept 24, 2021 23:56:56 GMT -5
Contrary to what a lot of people probably believed, Nico didn’t have a death wish. He just… had very strong ideas about what his place was in the world, and he was distinctly aware of the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be alive. For a number of reasons. Children of the Big Three didn’t live very long. He never would have survived to… well, however old he would have been if he had been allowed to live his normal life. Eighty? He had stolen seventy years in the Lotus Hotel. He likely would have died from a monster attack, unable to defend himself. That, or an attack from Zeus or Poseidon once they learned that he was still alive. He had narrowly missed that. But even if he had been born in the 1990s, he should have been the one to die instead of Bianca. Hades had made that perfectly clear. He wasn’t the child who was supposed to live. He was supposed to have died in Tartarus, too. He would have, if he hadn’t been needed as bait. He hadn’t escaped because of his own merit. Not like Kelsier had. He had escaped because of pure, dumb luck. The world had made it very clear that Nico di Angelo wasn’t supposed to be alive. Every moment he kept breathing, every time he got back up on his feet… that was a stolen moment. It was a moment he was going to do everything he could to make the most of. The point was, Nico didn’t care what destiny said. Destiny had tried to kill him. Twins snuff out the angel’s breath. And yet, here he was, still breathing. “I have a lot of practice doing the impossible,” he said after a moment, searching Mare’s eyes. He hoped she could see exactly what he meant, even if she didn’t know him well enough to read him perfectly. “I’m going to do everything I can to get you out of here alive.” With that, Nico tore his gaze away from Mare and turned it back towards the ground. He picked up the bone again, then began tracing the shape of a rose in the dirt. It was different enough from Mare’s flower that he thought it would probably be a good place to start. “This is called a rose,” he said after a moment, sitting back so Mare could see the image better. It wasn’t the best depiction of one, but they both had to make do with what they had. “They come in all sorts of colors, and they technically have different meanings. You see a lot of pink and red ones, but they also come in white and yellow, and… sometimes orange, but that’s usually mixed with pink.” |
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