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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 29, 2019 1:26:35 GMT -5
"The Paradox House," The newcomer repeated under his breath. It was a strange name, but he wasn't going to question it. Not a lot of things had made sense since the war started, and if he was brought here from his world... while, maybe it meant that there were worlds that weren't in war at the moment, which he supposed was a comforting thought. He didn't really feel keen on asking too many more questions... he hated the superior way Loki seemed to be acting when they'd only just met. He knew he was small, thin, and easy to underestimate, but he still hated the fact that Loki seemed to think they was better just because they was bigger and knew what this place was. Besides, he'd never heard of Asgard, which Loki seemed to be counting on him asking about. "I'm Steve Rogers," he replied proudly, drawing himself up to his full, yet still wholly unimpressive, height. "Of Brooklyn," he added after a pause that lasted just a little bit too long. "So there are different worlds?" He wasn't sure how keen he was on believing that idea, but he wanted to see how Loki described it. It was something he'd only really thought about in his wildest daydreams.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 29, 2019 11:46:52 GMT -5
(No worries! ) “Nah, they’re just toys, see?” Sherlock held his up the right way, showing the boy. He was grinning like a kid on a snow day, his blue eyes bright with fun as he casually aimed at Myrnin. “You’re getting warmer.” He added with a low chuckle as the smaller blinker mentioned swords, and he curled his finger around the trigger, though he didn’t press it yet. “The queen of England, don’t worry about her, she’s nothing like anyone you’re thinking of, she doesn’t behead people unless they really get on her nerves, and nothing you could do to me would annoy her in the slightest, I don’t think she likes me much.” His tone suggested he was more amused than concerned by that fact, which threw some doubt on his casual remark on her beheadings. “Anyhow, I’d never tell you to go and do anything like that without building up to it, you’ve got to start small, as in...!” Water shot from his toy as the detective suddenly squeezed, straight towards Myrnin’s chest. The little boy yelped when he was suddenly just a bit wetter than he had expected. He looked down at the spot, then back at the 'toy' that Sherlock was holding. The boy ogled it and then looked down at his own. He turned it around a couple times and then tried to find the thing Sherlock had pushed to get the 'toy' to produce water. He found it after a couple of seconds and a long stream of water came out of the opening at the end onto Myrnin arm. "Amazing!" he exclaimed, looking up at Sherlock with an impressed look on his face. He'd apparently forgotten about the queen for now and instead was focused on this new technological discovery. He pointed it in the direction and ... hit him in his hair. Which was exactly where he'd been aiming. Myrnin shrieked with laughter, hopping up and down. Sherlock waited patiently as Myrnin fingered the toy, then grinned as he managed to shoot it. “There you go!” Never mind the fact that he’d hit himself, proper aim would come later. The detective spun the blue water gun around his finger in an excellent imitation of a cowboy in a movie, and shook his head, his eyes slipping away from the boy for a second as he accidentally reminded himself of Nore. She’d love this room. He imagined for a moment shooting her in the face, her expression as she scowled and accused him of picking on the disabled, only to hit him square in the chest a moment later and contradict herself. Damn it, he wished she’d blink in again. He wanted to introduce her to this child version of Myrnin and see what she would do, what interesting conclusions she might draw. Sherlock yelped and hopped backwards as his hair was suddenly attacked by a jet of cold water, and he shook away his other thoughts, his mind returning to the game at hand. “All right, not bad, but can you do it again?” He chuckled and fired another stream at Myrnin’s torso before leaping deftly to the side in case he was attacked again. “Try and hit me three times, and then we’ll see who’s better at this, eh?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 29, 2019 21:05:47 GMT -5
"A bit," admitted Kid. "She's been here now and again." He didn't exactly care if Arlo knew or not or if it caused a problem in the timelines. As far as Kid knew, this young Arlo was a completely different version from the one he knew. "I see," said Kid. He'd wondered about the books. He remembered Deemo writing on them to talk to others and using the books for his magic sometimes. He'd wondered why they were blank. This didn't explain anything, but it did give some different information. "Clones?" he muttered, slightly disturbed as he once again remembered the apparently alternate reality version pictures from the time they'd been kids. "I imagine it was strange." He was slightly surprised at Arlo's request to keep the paper plane, but he nodded. "Sure." He then waved a hand at the surrounding forest. "Guess it's time to explore." He started walking in a random direction. (Do you want to add anything?) [[ Forest Room || Mini Arlo (2? I think she might be the only one left now) || mintedstar/fur ]] "Oh cool! She told me she'd been here before but I haven't really had a chance to ask her much about it." Arlo would definitely be asking Vyra about the House when she blinked back though. Well, once they were somewhere she felt safer. Vyra seemed to think that the little village was safe enough as long as you didn't use magic where you could be seen, but Arlo wasn't so sure about it.
"Yeah, I guess it was..." she trailed off as she thought about it, looking into the forest. "I didn't really see much of what happened with the clones though, I kept having to ask what was going on because I kept freezing," she admitted, a bit of irritation in her voice. It seemed like she frozen every time she'd tried to do anything. "Really? Thanks!" she said, her annoyance at the House forgotten again. She carefully folded the plane's wings to its sides and tucked it between the pages of her notebook to keep it safe before following Kid. (to the room? idk, is there anything there besides the trees and mushrooms rn?)
(Not yet! Well, there is a cliff somewhere around here. Hawk and my character just jumped off it. But you can add anything. I'm just out of ideas. XD ) "That's interesting," muttered Kid, suddenly wondering what that meant. If the Vyra who knew both the Arlo he knew and this Arlo had been here ...? But maybe there were just two Vyras blinking in or the other had stopped. Kid couldn't be sure. Freezing didn't seem very pleasant to Kid, but he didn't ask about it. Instead, he brushed aside tree leaves and continued down what might have been a path for animals to walk down. Though he wasn't sure what sort of animals this place had. "How is controlling your powers going?" he questioned, voice hesitant. Last time they'd talked, her parents had just died. He ... somehow doubted they'd made it.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 29, 2019 22:02:59 GMT -5
Ononoki stood blankly, staring ahead once more with her gaze seemingly ending up down the hall. As usual, this behavior gave no sign of comprehending what Rowlin was explaining to them. This wasn't that far off; although she was retaining the information, she most definitely didn't understand all of the reference points he was mentioning. But it seemed as though his question about 'The Family' was an accusation toward Ghost. "The dog doesn't seem to be lying," she informed Rowlin, looking at neither of them but instead still blankly down the hall past the top of Ghost's head. As for when Ghost asked about what they were doing, she raised her nose slightly. "Big Brother Row was impressing me with some butterflies," she informed him, as if that was the most accurate summary of their activities for the past while. "...I said with a posed look."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 29, 2019 22:39:42 GMT -5
The bird gave an indignant squawk and ruffled his feathers. He flapped his wings and landed on the forest floor and hopped around a bit, looking up at Kelsier. Then he turned and flapped a bit, gliding along the forest floor ahead of the mistborn. He was impressed that Kelsier had made it here without becoming a small grease stain on the carpet of grass, but they still should probably get as far away from the invisible wolves as possible. He didn't know if or how many had fallen with them or if they could have survived it. The vampire didn't want to find out. He didn't speak - because he couldn't - but he didn't change back either. There would be too many questions if he did and he would rather avoid them for as long as possibly. He could move around in magpie form for a little without getting confused and trying to go hunt bugs instead. Anyway, it did give him one advantage. He pulled himself higher, flying toward the above tree mark. He wasn't sure how they could get out, but he was tired of running from wolves. (How should they get out, do you think? Echo had an idea about following where the wind is going, but we didn't get that far.) (That sounds good to me! Especially with Mal being a bird, he’ll be able follow the currents even better. ) Kelsier waited for the bird to change back, a boyish grin giving away just how impressed he was. He was also curious, but that could wait. Either until they got out, or longer, since Maladict hadn’t brought it up himself and might not want to talk about it. He himself had no reason to force any answers here, so he was content for now just to admire the other blinker’s beautiful iridescent plumage. “Where are we going?” He asked as the magpie suddenly took to the air. Apparently, he didn’t intend to shift back right now anyway, which the mistborn could respect. Unless he couldn’t...? “You’re not stuck, are you?” He called up, jogging to keep up with Maladict’s quick movements. “You can still understand me, right? Do a loop in the air if you’re still you up there.” (Oh, very true! Forgot about that. Perhaps pushing the hint a little though.) Birds couldn't sigh, but Maladict did give into Kelsier's request. He paused, turned, and then did a loop. He paused on one of the upper branches and then, for lack of a better description, cawed. Then he started back toward the place above the trees. He was just near the tree line when the wind picked up beyond any logic or senses Maladict possessed. His wings strained and then he was tossed further into the trees, avoiding running into tree trunks and limbs by a breath. It took several long seconds before he could remove himself from the stream. He landed on the nearest tree branch and could still hardly tell which way was up, much less where he was. Once he was sure he could stand, he opened his mouth and cawed out into the forest. If it was possibly for a bird to sound questioning, he did.
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Post by Auransky on Apr 30, 2019 0:26:53 GMT -5
Razzle Dazzle »ƑαƖcση"S-Sorry.." Rowlin apologized, , lightly tapping the side of his face. He had been so deep in his thoughts that he thought half of his thoughts would of made sense, despite the majority of it being out of context. His green eyes shifted as his attention changed constantly between the two, and the ground. "Evidence to conclude the force?" He questioned. "Well, I guess that's one way of looking at it." That can also be considered a movie reference... He couldn't help but sigh. "When I get pulled out of place, there's typically a reason for it. I just have to be sure I'm not missing something, hence the need to try and recollect if I missed something." He tucked his head inward, "Last thing I want, is to come ill prepared to a meeting." Especially one that involves the life of another..."My apologies on the direct question." Rowlin readdressed Ghost. Having Ononoki reassure him that Ghost wasn't lying, only made him feel a little worse for asking. "Noticing some circuitry, I felt the need to ask." He briefly glimpsed away, feeling even further guilty for perhaps peering where he shouldn't. "Consider it, a trend of theirs." He fell silent, unsure as to how to proceed with his response. Just when he thought he couldn't further speak up, Ononoki mentioned the butterflies. Despite her monotone, he couldn't help but sheepishly smile with his face somewhat illuminating. "Y-Yea..." He softly added. It was the detail Ononoki brought up which he appreciated greatly.
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Apr 30, 2019 20:45:06 GMT -5
Air squeezed back inside the younger boys lungs all the while he was playfully mocked. An amused grin formed in the corner of his lips. "I have something that Fred Jones doesn't have...good taste in clothes...he wishes he was me. Could use some better friends too." The comical reference hadn't flown past his head. It wasn't the right time but when would it be ever right time? Was it ever? Joey recovered his breath, his eyes slanted in Matt's direction, a distant noise of stalls falling in the distance. "Teamwork makes the dream work, eh?" He snarked at the boys words, edging to peak over the side of their measly hiding spot. In his eyes, if the monster can be be eluded once they can do it again even with the risks. Yet, he was on nerd patrol either way and the others smarts could be made use of. "Well, smart one....seen any high places lately?"
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on May 1, 2019 0:02:36 GMT -5
"Do you think you might have done something that gained its attention? Like anything out of the norm?" He pressed on the subject. He could count the multiple times where his summer break was back to back weirdness, gnomes to sentient games, the child psychic going through their garbage too. Merely existing would catch something's attention be it good or bad intentions. A shade of red surfaced on the preteen's flustered features. Proposing ideas no one would take seriously wasn't new but to have others listen for once, not brushing off what was typically labeled as fantasy, caught him off guard. "Um...right, about that. Maybe its using you as bait for someone to enter its world or it wants you to do something? Sorta like I got staged up to slay the multi-bear." He scratched behind his head, irked at his lack of knowledge. He'd feel much better knowing Will was better equipped to face a monster, someone that could actually be there for him. Someone who wasn't so useless they gave him false hopes. Going deeper into the question his curiosity got the best of the boy summoning a glint of glee in his compuzzled expression. "D&D?" He paused in childish exasperation, his serious facade faltered. "Isn't that sorta like Dungeons, Dungeons, and more dungeons? No way!"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 1, 2019 1:27:25 GMT -5
The little boy yelped when he was suddenly just a bit wetter than he had expected. He looked down at the spot, then back at the 'toy' that Sherlock was holding. The boy ogled it and then looked down at his own. He turned it around a couple times and then tried to find the thing Sherlock had pushed to get the 'toy' to produce water. He found it after a couple of seconds and a long stream of water came out of the opening at the end onto Myrnin arm. "Amazing!" he exclaimed, looking up at Sherlock with an impressed look on his face. He'd apparently forgotten about the queen for now and instead was focused on this new technological discovery. He pointed it in the direction and ... hit him in his hair. Which was exactly where he'd been aiming. Myrnin shrieked with laughter, hopping up and down. Sherlock waited patiently as Myrnin fingered the toy, then grinned as he managed to shoot it. “There you go!” Never mind the fact that he’d hit himself, proper aim would come later. The detective spun the blue water gun around his finger in an excellent imitation of a cowboy in a movie, and shook his head, his eyes slipping away from the boy for a second as he accidentally reminded himself of Nore. She’d love this room. He imagined for a moment shooting her in the face, her expression as she scowled and accused him of picking on the disabled, only to hit him square in the chest a moment later and contradict herself. Damn it, he wished she’d blink in again. He wanted to introduce her to this child version of Myrnin and see what she would do, what interesting conclusions she might draw. Sherlock yelped and hopped backwards as his hair was suddenly attacked by a jet of cold water, and he shook away his other thoughts, his mind returning to the game at hand. “All right, not bad, but can you do it again?” He chuckled and fired another stream at Myrnin’s torso before leaping deftly to the side in case he was attacked again. “Try and hit me three times, and then we’ll see who’s better at this, eh?” Myrnin stuck his tongue out at Sherlock. Of course he did. Then instead of attacking him, he turned on his heals and started running in a complete opposite direction. "Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't catch me, Mr. Fancy Man!" he shouted over his shoulder. It was such a Myrnin like thing to say that it was impossible to tell if he'd aged much at all between when Sherlock knew the adult version and this child. Or maybe there was all the difference in the world. Myrnin as an adult had never seemed to loose his ability to have fun, to feel deeply, and act so spontaneously as a child could. But his experiences weren't in this child yet. There wasn't the quizzical tilt of the head, the cocky smile that said no matter what anyone did Myrnin had seen it before, or the practiced deafness around anything he didn't want to hear. The small child was Myrnin ... without the things that made Myrnin a vampire - ageless, wise, sharp and feral ... and hurt. This boy had different trauma, different fears. And he was looping around in a wide circle and making a pretty good attempt at aiming for Sherlock's coat tails and shoulders. Maybe he wasn't familiar with this sort of thing, but he was a pretty good study.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on May 1, 2019 13:24:42 GMT -5
(That sounds good to me! Especially with Mal being a bird, he’ll be able follow the currents even better. ) Kelsier waited for the bird to change back, a boyish grin giving away just how impressed he was. He was also curious, but that could wait. Either until they got out, or longer, since Maladict hadn’t brought it up himself and might not want to talk about it. He himself had no reason to force any answers here, so he was content for now just to admire the other blinker’s beautiful iridescent plumage. “Where are we going?” He asked as the magpie suddenly took to the air. Apparently, he didn’t intend to shift back right now anyway, which the mistborn could respect. Unless he couldn’t...? “You’re not stuck, are you?” He called up, jogging to keep up with Maladict’s quick movements. “You can still understand me, right? Do a loop in the air if you’re still you up there.” (Oh, very true! Forgot about that. Perhaps pushing the hint a little though.) Birds couldn't sigh, but Maladict did give into Kelsier's request. He paused, turned, and then did a loop. He paused on one of the upper branches and then, for lack of a better description, cawed. Then he started back toward the place above the trees. He was just near the tree line when the wind picked up beyond any logic or senses Maladict possessed. His wings strained and then he was tossed further into the trees, avoiding running into tree trunks and limbs by a breath. It took several long seconds before he could remove himself from the stream. He landed on the nearest tree branch and could still hardly tell which way was up, much less where he was. Once he was sure he could stand, he opened his mouth and cawed out into the forest. If it was possibly for a bird to sound questioning, he did. Kelsier smiled as Maladict obliged. He was impressed, not only with by the fact that his friend could apparently turn into a bird, but also with how at ease he looked in that form. The way he caught the air under his wings and spread his tail, his legs folded and tucked neatly out of the way, if the mistborn hadn’t seen him shift he’d never have guessed it wasn’t a regular magpie. The smile wavered as something he couldn’t see changed. Suddenly it looked like the bird was fighting against an invisible force, and then he was being swept away and Kelsier was forced to break into a run just to keep him in sight. He couldn’t tell what was dragging Maladict, and since they’d recently leapt off a cliff to escape invisible wolves, that was decidedly not good. He sped up, his mistcloak whipping out behind him, and with a sudden stab of dread he realized he could no longer see the other blinker. “Mal!” He shouted, forcing himself to slow down as he scanned the trees for the black and white bird. No sign of him. Maybe- He heard the harsh call and spun around, recognizing the sound instantly. “Mal? What happened? Are you all right?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on May 1, 2019 18:36:02 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Loki and everyone else, Ougi was also worried that perhaps if she closed her eyes, she herself would somehow burst into flames from the uncontrollable power. She decided not to give them the spectacle. Instead, she walked around seemingly without much trouble while changing her gaze consistently to different places on the exposed ceiling structures. The distance set her off balance just a little bit, so her arms were now waving toward other blinkers at times. “Based on what this room is... wouldn’t it make sense that we have to play basketball?” she offered as insight. Normally she might not be quite so helpful, but the threat of fire was making her more generous than usual with her thoughts. Fire... did it have to do with the fact that she was, in a way, a vampire?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 3, 2019 3:33:42 GMT -5
(Oh, very true! Forgot about that. Perhaps pushing the hint a little though.) Birds couldn't sigh, but Maladict did give into Kelsier's request. He paused, turned, and then did a loop. He paused on one of the upper branches and then, for lack of a better description, cawed. Then he started back toward the place above the trees. He was just near the tree line when the wind picked up beyond any logic or senses Maladict possessed. His wings strained and then he was tossed further into the trees, avoiding running into tree trunks and limbs by a breath. It took several long seconds before he could remove himself from the stream. He landed on the nearest tree branch and could still hardly tell which way was up, much less where he was. Once he was sure he could stand, he opened his mouth and cawed out into the forest. If it was possibly for a bird to sound questioning, he did. Kelsier smiled as Maladict obliged. He was impressed, not only with by the fact that his friend could apparently turn into a bird, but also with how at ease he looked in that form. The way he caught the air under his wings and spread his tail, his legs folded and tucked neatly out of the way, if the mistborn hadn’t seen him shift he’d never have guessed it wasn’t a regular magpie. The smile wavered as something he couldn’t see changed. Suddenly it looked like the bird was fighting against an invisible force, and then he was being swept away and Kelsier was forced to break into a run just to keep him in sight. He couldn’t tell what was dragging Maladict, and since they’d recently leapt off a cliff to escape invisible wolves, that was decidedly not good. He sped up, his mistcloak whipping out behind him, and with a sudden stab of dread he realized he could no longer see the other blinker. “Mal!” He shouted, forcing himself to slow down as he scanned the trees for the black and white bird. No sign of him. Maybe- He heard the harsh call and spun around, recognizing the sound instantly. “Mal? What happened? Are you all right?” The bird darted back through the trees as best he could as soon as he knew were Kelsier was. Black and white body working against the wind he could still feel, the bird alighted on Kelsier's shoulder after a while. Mal's feathers were ruffled and he was flustered, but he still made a pretty clear indication on which way the wind was blowing. Could Kelsier not feel it? There was a light cry from the vampire again and then he started hopping in the direction. It seemed like the wind picked up a bit the further in that direction he went. He wasn't sure, but it seemed like the biggest hint since the wolves in the unusual clearing. He hoped Kelsier would willingly go. (Heh heh. The exit's a wind tunnel?)
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Post by <Raintalon> on May 3, 2019 14:27:38 GMT -5
Air squeezed back inside the younger boys lungs all the while he was playfully mocked. An amused grin formed in the corner of his lips. "I have something that Fred Jones doesn't have...good taste in clothes...he wishes he was me. Could use some better friends too." The comical reference hadn't flown past his head. It wasn't the right time but when would it be ever right time? Was it ever? Joey recovered his breath, his eyes slanted in Matt's direction, a distant noise of stalls falling in the distance. "Teamwork makes the dream work, eh?" He snarked at the boys words, edging to peak over the side of their measly hiding spot. In his eyes, if the monster can be be eluded once they can do it again even with the risks. Yet, he was on nerd patrol either way and the others smarts could be made use of. "Well, smart one....seen any high places lately?" Matt smirked, tugging playfully on the edge of Joey’s dark hoodie. “True that. Who wears an ascot as a regular piece of clothing, anyway?” He lowered his voice quickly, though, as the crashing and noise from the monster seemed to grow a bit closer, suddenly reminded of the rather extreme danger they were currently in. “High places...” He pauses, thinking. “Well, it’s an amusement park, isn’t it? Should have a roller coaster or something we can climb...although we might be in trouble if PacMan Extreme out there’s strong enough to knock it down.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 3, 2019 14:29:03 GMT -5
(I am free to RP if anyone is around.)
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Post by Auransky on May 3, 2019 15:21:06 GMT -5
The house was entirely quiet for once. No one was home, everyone was out and it was just Raizel all by himself. He had decided to make himself some tea, and serve himself; something no one in the house would ever permit him to do. Furthermore he decided to spend this quiet day sitting by the balcony of the quiet hose and surprisingly neighborhood. He smiled at the sight of the tea being poured in what he considered perfection and grace. Next he mixed the sugar and added some honey. It was good indeed, and he was doing it himself. SOmething he had been trying to permit everyone would let him do. Granted he appreciated everyone's service, yet trying new things, that was a human concept and he wanted to further explore it. When the cup was prepared he picked up the cup,closed his eyes and took a sniff of the aroma and prepared to drink it. The drink never made it to his tastebuds, he blinked into the house without the cup and plate; which most likely dropped and spilled in the table. He opened his eyes to see his hands were empty, and that the view of the second floor was replaced with a bookshelf , and that his comfy chair was a plastic fold chair. He dipped his head down in disappointment, it was almost like the universe was against him making himself tea. He stood up silently, then walked away from the shelf to see the living room which was that of the Paradox house.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 3, 2019 16:20:40 GMT -5
Maladict's eyes were bright, an almost disturbing light in them as he blinked in. "Please pay attention. I am a reformedvampire, which is to say, I am a bundle of suppressed instincts held together with spit and coffee. It would be wrong to say that violent, tearing carnage does not come easily to me. It's not tearing your throats out that doesn't come easily to me. Please don't make it any ha -" He noticed he'd blinked in a second later, but he didn't move. His hand was back, in a fist, and his hair looked a bit wild, as if he'd been running perhaps. Every part of him was coaled and tense and there was a slight rumble in his throat. He frowned at Raizel, the violent energy in his eyes not to easily dissipated. Those soldiers had been trying to kill them, he was sure, and it was not so easy to push the violence away after he'd already been willing to let it out. He hadn't been lying. It came very easily. "You again?" he said. He'd seen this guy in the Winter Lodge not too long ago. He didn't know if there had been much to say about him then either. "
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on May 3, 2019 17:00:07 GMT -5
Sherlock waited patiently as Myrnin fingered the toy, then grinned as he managed to shoot it. “There you go!” Never mind the fact that he’d hit himself, proper aim would come later. The detective spun the blue water gun around his finger in an excellent imitation of a cowboy in a movie, and shook his head, his eyes slipping away from the boy for a second as he accidentally reminded himself of Nore. She’d love this room. He imagined for a moment shooting her in the face, her expression as she scowled and accused him of picking on the disabled, only to hit him square in the chest a moment later and contradict herself. Damn it, he wished she’d blink in again. He wanted to introduce her to this child version of Myrnin and see what she would do, what interesting conclusions she might draw. Sherlock yelped and hopped backwards as his hair was suddenly attacked by a jet of cold water, and he shook away his other thoughts, his mind returning to the game at hand. “All right, not bad, but can you do it again?” He chuckled and fired another stream at Myrnin’s torso before leaping deftly to the side in case he was attacked again. “Try and hit me three times, and then we’ll see who’s better at this, eh?” Myrnin stuck his tongue out at Sherlock. Of course he did. Then instead of attacking him, he turned on his heals and started running in a complete opposite direction. "Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't catch me, Mr. Fancy Man!" he shouted over his shoulder. It was such a Myrnin like thing to say that it was impossible to tell if he'd aged much at all between when Sherlock knew the adult version and this child. Or maybe there was all the difference in the world. Myrnin as an adult had never seemed to loose his ability to have fun, to feel deeply, and act so spontaneously as a child could. But his experiences weren't in this child yet. There wasn't the quizzical tilt of the head, the cocky smile that said no matter what anyone did Myrnin had seen it before, or the practiced deafness around anything he didn't want to hear. The small child was Myrnin ... without the things that made Myrnin a vampire - ageless, wise, sharp and feral ... and hurt. This boy had different trauma, different fears. And he was looping around in a wide circle and making a pretty good attempt at aiming for Sherlock's coat tails and shoulders. Maybe he wasn't familiar with this sort of thing, but he was a pretty good study. Sherlock grinned and took off after the child, not running at full speed but jogging fast enough to make his coat fly majestically out behind him. It was strange how much this Myrnin was like his older self, and yet so starkly different. As if he’d both stayed young and gotten older than anyone ever ought to- which, he supposed, might be close to the truth. How, after all the time he’d lived, he still managed to get excited about the most simple things and keep from becoming permanently bored out of his mind was one of the biggest mysteries the detective hadn’t yet solved. And yet, this boy version of the vampire he knew still clearly had to deal with more than his share of unfriendly faces. He didn’t know why, but he could tell that it was 1: pretty much everyone that hated him and 2: not Myrnin’s fault, at least, not that he has knowledge of, which meant it was probably something about him. Knowing what he did about where Myrnin was from, it seemed like a safe bet that it had something to do with vampires. he chuckled and twirled, dodging the first two jets of water, then winced as the third hit him in the face. “You’re good at this, aren’t you? Better watch yourself, you’ll be running low on water before long and I've got plenty, good luck getting past me for more!”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 3, 2019 19:39:09 GMT -5
Myrnin stuck his tongue out at Sherlock. Of course he did. Then instead of attacking him, he turned on his heals and started running in a complete opposite direction. "Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't catch me, Mr. Fancy Man!" he shouted over his shoulder. It was such a Myrnin like thing to say that it was impossible to tell if he'd aged much at all between when Sherlock knew the adult version and this child. Or maybe there was all the difference in the world. Myrnin as an adult had never seemed to loose his ability to have fun, to feel deeply, and act so spontaneously as a child could. But his experiences weren't in this child yet. There wasn't the quizzical tilt of the head, the cocky smile that said no matter what anyone did Myrnin had seen it before, or the practiced deafness around anything he didn't want to hear. The small child was Myrnin ... without the things that made Myrnin a vampire - ageless, wise, sharp and feral ... and hurt. This boy had different trauma, different fears. And he was looping around in a wide circle and making a pretty good attempt at aiming for Sherlock's coat tails and shoulders. Maybe he wasn't familiar with this sort of thing, but he was a pretty good study. Sherlock grinned and took off after the child, not running at full speed but jogging fast enough to make his coat fly majestically out behind him. It was strange how much this Myrnin was like his older self, and yet so starkly different. As if he’d both stayed young and gotten older than anyone ever ought to- which, he supposed, might be close to the truth. How, after all the time he’d lived, he still managed to get excited about the most simple things and keep from becoming permanently bored out of his mind was one of the biggest mysteries the detective hadn’t yet solved. And yet, this boy version of the vampire he knew still clearly had to deal with more than his share of unfriendly faces. He didn’t know why, but he could tell that it was 1: pretty much everyone that hated him and 2: not Myrnin’s fault, at least, not that he has knowledge of, which meant it was probably something about him. Knowing what he did about where Myrnin was from, it seemed like a safe bet that it had something to do with vampires. he chuckled and twirled, dodging the first two jets of water, then winced as the third hit him in the face. “You’re good at this, aren’t you? Better watch yourself, you’ll be running low on water before long and I've got plenty, good luck getting past me for more!” "Huh?" said Myrnin, suddenly switching directions and running backward as he looked down at the water gun. "It runs out?" He frowned. "Awww. Why does it do that? Someone should fix it so it doesn't." But while this newfound weakness was a drawback it nowhere near convinced Myrnin to stop playing. Once again he moved in on Sherlock, joyfully spraying water at him. After close to three more decent sized bursts the water in the gun spluttered out of it and then nothing. Myrnin yelped and started running away from Sherlock, aware that there would be retribution. "How do I refilllllll it?" he asked, question trailing behind him. (Pfft. I'm sure if Sherlock asked this Myrnin questions he'd get a lot more answers.)
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Post by Auransky on May 3, 2019 21:15:27 GMT -5
Raizel had approached The center of the room to take a look around , mainly to see if there were any shuttle changes. There hasn't seemed to be any. It was his attention was desired did he physically realize that he wasn't alone. The way Maladict said you again was said in a manor that reminded him of his friends from school. It was casual , and fami!iar. He raised a hand to politely wave at the man who briefly ago was scold ing someone. "I'm Sorry to hear that things are not going well." He was not certain of the context given that maladict blinked in towards the end of his spiel. "If it makes you feel any better , I was about to enjoy some tea when this unforseen force decided to revoke my enjoyment." He softly shared , still feeling bad about the lost tea.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on May 3, 2019 23:00:50 GMT -5
( mintedstar/fur) A tall figure appeared out of thin air, caught off guard and lashing out with brutal strength.... only to find they had buried their dual swords deep into the trunk of a large, twisted oak tree. A couple of leaves, shaken loose by the impact, drifted down in an almost mocking manner. The figure appeared vaguely humanoid and was covered in what seemed to be plated armor grown naturally, blending seamlessly with the more organic parts of their body. Their “face,” if it could even be called that, turned to watch the leaves fall, then angled upwards to peer into the branches with an air of cautious wonder. Small nodes of light embedded into their body flickered uncertainly. Slowly, the warrior released their death grip on the sword handles and turned to marvel at the surrounding forest. It was so.... peaceful.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 3, 2019 23:06:24 GMT -5
Raizel had approached The center of the room to take a look around , mainly to see if there were any shuttle changes. There hasn't seemed to be any. It was his attention was desired did he physically realize that he wasn't alone. The way Maladict said you again was said in a manor that reminded him of his friends from school. It was casual , and fami!iar. He raised a hand to politely wave at the man who briefly ago was scold ing someone. "I'm Sorry to hear that things are not going well." He was not certain of the context given that maladict blinked in towards the end of his spiel. "If it makes you feel any better , I was about to enjoy some tea when this unforseen force decided to revoke my enjoyment." He softly shared , still feeling bad about the lost tea. "Er ..." said Maladict, untensing a bit. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly further and he shook his head a little. "No. Doesn't help that much." Tea was tea. He preferred coffee much more than tea. "Why were you drinking tea?" he asked, feeling the strong desire to have coffee at this point. He frowned ever so slightly and then shook his head a bit until the feeling dissipated. "Raizel, right? Where do you even live?" He might have sounded a bit nosy, but he didn't mind.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 3, 2019 23:19:34 GMT -5
»ƑαƖcση"Huuuum. Maybe try ... moving a bit more to the left? Na, na ... other left. Ya left. Try - ... oh." The woman adjusted a pair of googles she'd had placed over her face and then pulled them off, looking at the tree in front of her with wide-eyed curiosity. "Well ..." she said. "What's this?" She tilted her head and then turned around so she was no longer studying the bark of a tree that hadn't been there a second ago. "This is new," she said to the vaguely humanoid figure as if she wasn't at all surprised that they were there. "Is this yours? Tree chopping sword?" She pointed at the sword and arched her eyebrow. She'd ask where she was in a bit, but she hadn't quite gotten there yet.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on May 3, 2019 23:40:31 GMT -5
The tenno took a startled step backwards at the sudden appearance of a... human? She had just arrived out of nowhere. But despite her somewhat strange choice of attire, she didn't appear to be a threat. Volt followed her finger to the blades still embedded into the trunk of the tree. "Just a sword." The voice was female and young, but also oddly husky, as if it hadn't been used in a very long time. Volt grabbed the handles and pulled them back out of the wood. After briefly checking the blades to make sure they weren't damaged, her attention turned back to the woman in front of her. "Who are you?" She asked. It was almost if the first response had given her enough courage to continue speaking. Her tone grew bolder. "Where did you come from? Where are we?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 4, 2019 0:05:37 GMT -5
»ƑαƖcσηThe woman considered and looked around the forest they were in. She fingered the googles she'd been wearing between her fingers, thinking. "Well, I come from - ah wait. Ya were asking a different question." She had appeared in front of a tree when the tree and the forest hadn't been there before either. Randomly appearing had probably been weird for Volt. "I have no idea where we are. I appeared here a couple of seconds ago and I was on my ship before this." She pushed the googles into her coat pocket and shrugged as the mystery wasn't at once solved with a cursory glance. Though the gesture was dismissive her expression was anything but. It looked like someone had just given her a rather puzzling birthday gift. "I'm The Doctor. Who are ya?"
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Post by Auransky on May 4, 2019 0:27:28 GMT -5
Raizel silently nodded, hiding the disappointment of not being able to somewhat make someone feel better. His attention turned elsewhere briefly, mainly to space behind him, as though he was expecting someone else to walk in-maybe Frankenstein to provide him with tea. Nothing... "Because, I was in the mood for it." he softly replied, his attention returning to Maladict. He nodded once again, "That's right." he responded when addressed by name. "Korea." he softly added once more. They were simple questions, it was something that would often pop up in school discussions when meeting new people. He tilted his head up a bit, "I-I can't provide the address. I just know how to get there." he shyly admitted, feeling terrible for not knowing his own address. This was clearly a misinterpretation on Raizel's part.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on May 4, 2019 0:28:00 GMT -5
So they had both been pulled out of their ships. Ordis - the AI in charge of Volt's ship, was probably losing his mind. Volt glanced up and out into the forest again. "...maybe a void fissure?" She murmured quietly, as if not quite realizing she was vocalizing her thoughts. "but in space?" That was bad, bad news if the void dimension was cracking into space and pulling ship pilots in. But this didn't look like the void, it looked like Earth, but as if it were somehow uncontaminated. The tenno snapped out of her momentary distraction, turning back to the woman. "The Doctor?" She asked, as if checking to make sure she had heard correctly. It was starting to feel like her ship was the only person she had met so far without some kind of title name. "I... I am..." Her voice grew quiet for a moment. This was the question wasn't it? She had no memories up until a few days prior. She had been told quite a few things, but so far no one had really explained who she was. "Just call me Volt."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 4, 2019 0:43:46 GMT -5
»ƑαƖcση"Volt it is," The Doctor said easily. "Void fissure ..." She didn't sound like she was trying out the word, she sounded like she was considering it as a possibility. "Hum. Nah. In my ship? Wouldn't think it possible ..." She trailed off, thinking about it more, then just clapped her hands to end the thought. "Little we can find out just standin' here. Come on. I assume ya want to find out where we are and it looks like that part over there clears out." She nodded in a direction which looked much like the others, so what exactly she was saying wasn't exactly accurate. She started walking that way anyway, so Volt would either have to follow or call her back.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 4, 2019 0:50:35 GMT -5
Raizel silently nodded, hiding the disappointment of not being able to somewhat make someone feel better. His attention turned elsewhere briefly, mainly to space behind him, as though he was expecting someone else to walk in-maybe Frankenstein to provide him with tea. Nothing... "Because, I was in the mood for it." he softly replied, his attention returning to Maladict. He nodded once again, "That's right." he responded when addressed by name. "Korea." he softly added once more. They were simple questions, it was something that would often pop up in school discussions when meeting new people. He tilted his head up a bit, "I-I can't provide the address. I just know how to get there." he shyly admitted, feeling terrible for not knowing his own address. This was clearly a misinterpretation on Raizel's part. "Address?" asked Maladict. "No, no. I don't care about that. I doubt we're on the same planet. Most of the House seem to be from Earth." He shrugged, finally pushing down the remains of his bad temper. He wondered if you learned to shift your emotions better after blinking into the House. You seemed to have to adjust a lot quicker to changing situations. "Kor-e-a," added Maladict, trying to pronounce it. "I come from Borogravia. What do you do in Kor-e-a?" He was curious, because he didn't know what else to talk about. Anyway, Raizel looked mildly like a kicked puppy after his offer of feeling better fell through.
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Post by Auransky on May 4, 2019 1:01:28 GMT -5
Raizel silently nodded, Maladict had basically assured him that what he provided was enough for the time being. The planet comment did remind him of science class where they talked about the different planets and some other galaxies. Despite this thought, he let the statement push through with a nod. "Apologies, the reality that this place brings individuals together from other realities seems to slip my mind at times." He politely replied. "Boro-gra-via?" Raizel took a moment to break the word apart in pronunciation. "A friend of mine might have been more interested in further asking about that place." He softly shared. "But for Korea, well it depends. There are places to visit like parks, and shrines." He started to ponder. "I go to the store with my friends to buy Ramen. During the week we go to school, and sometimes hang out after school." He trailed off a bit, "It is like any other part of the world. Doing things we need to do, and visiting places."
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