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Tidestripe
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Post by Tidestripe on Nov 16, 2016 21:01:21 GMT -5
Flandre looked up when Madoka blinked in. She still had yet to become true friends with the pinkette again, but the vampire still liked her. Enough in fact, that she stopped shoving gold and gemstones in her pockets to approach the puella magi.
"Uhm... Hi?" She greeted, perhaps a bit awkwardly.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 16, 2016 21:08:45 GMT -5
Ah, I see, sorry about that. )
Sherlock turned, distracted from the girl and her mess as another voice addresses him, turning he saw Mob approaching him with what looked like great trepidation. The detective's head tilted slightly, his bright eyes flicking over the individual for clues about his anxiety. Had he been in the living room when Komaeda had tried to break Sherlock's foot, perhaps? He admitted to himself he hadn't exactly come off as friendly during that discussion, but he didn't think a little almost-fight like that would cause the kind of caution Mob was showing.
Shaking his head very slightly, Sherlock turned his mind towards answering the question, having already given it a good deal of thought he was confident in his reply. "Indeed, we came through this room from a door in another room, which heightened the visitor's sense of pride until they managed to become humble, changing the landscape and opening the door. Then there's this rather remarkable castle, filled to the top with every sort of currency imaginable and tinkering with the thoughts of the occupants, making them greedy...it's the seven deadly sins."
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twinken toes
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Post by Scrampus on Nov 16, 2016 21:41:40 GMT -5
Unfortunately for the middle schooler, his suspicions were correct- Sherlock seemed to be a very smart, observant man who used a lot of complicated words. He could only hope he would be able to keep up.
"Eh...? Seven deadly sins...?" Mob's eyes moved up to meet the older man's, his subtle expression laced with confusion. "I, um... I haven't heard of those." He admitted, hoping that this wouldn't make Sherlock think he was more than incompetent.
"B-But does that mean we're going to have to go through 7 rooms of this sort of stuff?" Depending on what could be ahead of them, Mob wasn't sure he wanted to see what would happen to the other blinkers. He hadn't even considered if these rooms were affecting him, either...
[PROGRESS TO MOB'S EXPLOSION: 46%]
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 16, 2016 22:18:17 GMT -5
That almost certainly meant that Mob was in either a different world or a different reality. Sherlock made a mental note of this, he glanced over the boy's haircut, his clothing, his expression, which seemed shy and polite, yet quite difficult to read. Considering Mob's age, the taller man found this to be an intriguing addition to all the other fascinating things to be discovered, and he discovered that after the effects of the pride room he didn't even feel like trying to tear apart the boy's probable intellect. Then again, maybe it was because it was a kid he was talking too, they were a lot harder to dislike than adults.
"It's a concept from my world, the supposed deadly sins that everyone possesses to some degree, I suppose they were theoretically deadly if one had too much of them but there were seven virtues to fight them." He explained, this information was only hopefully correct as it didn't really hold any interest for him on its own and he therefore had mostly forgotten it. Glancing around the room at the many other blinkers, he allowed a little smirk to appear on his face as he continued. "So, yes, I expect we will have to go through more rooms similar to this, although with different themes."
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Transgender
bright knight
please for the love of god let me change my username
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Post by bright knight on Nov 16, 2016 22:27:08 GMT -5
Hope shard obtained.
"W-whoa!" Naegi was taken off guard by Madoka's sudden, impulsive hug, but wasn't complaining either, as he wrapped his arms around her in return. "Oh, um, it's no problem! I just saw it and thought of you... Initially, I thought it'd go well with your school uniform, but I think it'd go well with your dress, too." Though he was not too knowledgable about fashion and the like, anyone with eyes could see that an opal would make a nice accent with both of Madoka's outfits. "I'm glad you like it."
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twinken toes
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Post by Scrampus on Nov 16, 2016 22:52:13 GMT -5
The young psychic hummed in response, seeming to understand Sherlock's explanation well enough. Although he was certain the concept was probably a thing from where he comes from as well, he just had never heard about it before, albeit he's never really been one to look into those sorts of things. His brother probably would have known...
Shigeo scratched his cheek, his expression growing further nervous. "It sounds scary. If everyone's being effected, then I probably will be, too, if I'm not already..." Which, depending on upcoming situations, could be potentially dangerous. His thoughts turned to how fondly he had regarded the gold earlier.
"... What if I end up hurting someone?..." He mumbled, mostly to himself, eyes dropping to his feet.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 16, 2016 23:07:31 GMT -5
Sherlock watched the other's response closely, noticing that he didn't seem to be used to this sort of thing. Noctin had clearly been extremely used to the House messing with its blinker's heads, so Mob obviously was as old of a member, not as experienced with the full powers of the House. In truth, Sherlock himself hadn't experienced mental tricks in a room before either, but he was confident he had figured out the majority of the capabilities of this place and so he probably acted like an older member than he really was.
"Yes, you might." The detective agreed, considering the likelihood of people getting hurt in the next rooms. "I imagine anger will come along eventually, so that should be fun....you don't have any magically abilities, do you?" He continued, tilting his head slightly as the problem occurred to him. "Dangerous ones, I mean, because that could get very interesting. I wonder, what would happen if we all simply stayed here? Oh, never mind, it would just find some way of making it impossible not to go into the next room, just like if no one ever left the living room I imagine it would blink them straight into another room, you know."
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twinken toes
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Post by Scrampus on Nov 16, 2016 23:37:58 GMT -5
Upon hearing the taller man confirm that hurting someone was a very real possibility, Shigeo could feel his chest tighten, a cold shiver flying up his spine. His face gave no indication of the overwhelming fear that was overtaking him, but his clammy hands clenched at his sides in a meager attempt to emote. As far as he knew, no one in the House would stand a chance against him, if he were to fly into a flurry of blind rage. He might... He could end up...
The detective's next question caught his interest. While he subconsciously liked to hide his abilities, he figured it'd be best for someone other than Komaeda to know that he possessed some form of power.
"I'm, um... I'm a psychic." Mob answered, with some bit of confidence. "But... Sometimes I lose control over my emotions... And then accidents happen." The boy visibly winced, before continuing, "-and that's when people get hurt. I've been getting better about controlling it, but..." He was still scared of himself. The comment about staying in the room seemed like a pretty good idea, but like he said, the House would find a way.
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Post by Ver Million on Nov 16, 2016 23:39:42 GMT -5
(yoooo what's going on ouo?)
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Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Nov 16, 2016 23:50:03 GMT -5
"How are you?" Flandre asked Madoka, still seeming a little uncertain. This was how you made friends, right? What else had big sister taught her... gifts too, right? But what did the vampire have to give?
...her pockets full of riches suddenly felt overbearingly heavy. Noticing Naegi, she waved a little awkwardly, fidgeting.
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Nov 17, 2016 0:26:39 GMT -5
"This is Flandre-chan," Madoka said, "and this is Naegi-san!" She moved her hand from motioning at Flandre to Naegi to introduce the two of them. Her smile softened at Flandre. As much as she would have liked to answer what was really going on, she knew she couldn't. Not to this Flandre anyway, and definitely not in front of Naegi.
"Ah, I'm alright, thanks!" Madoka replied, skirting the truth without completely lying, "are you doing okay?" she asked before adding on, "oh that reminds me! What happened to that other room?" Her question was directed to both, her eyes glancing between Naegi and Flandre for any answer from either one.
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Non-binary
Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Nov 17, 2016 0:53:49 GMT -5
"The other room? Like that marble place before here? I dunno what happened to it," Flandre admitted, before starting to sort through her pockets to find what exactly she had stuffed in there. It suddenly all felt worthless to her, while moments before, it had felt as life-giving as blood. It was also extraordinarily heavy.
"...do you want any of this?" Flandre offerred to Madoka.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 17, 2016 1:25:22 GMT -5
(hey flandre, night, and dawn, do you mind if i blink in ghoul with you guys? kinda bored lol)
(actually has it been a week omg i want to switch over to poison he's more fun in the state he is in now)
(EDIT: yes it has!!! omg yep switching over to poison)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 17, 2016 9:20:33 GMT -5
Ahh man I missed some good RP last night ;-;
How's everyone this morning?)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 17, 2016 11:34:15 GMT -5
The consulting detective's sharp gaze caught the gesture of fear easily, and his eyebrows raised slightly, deciding that Shigeo was very fearful of the possibility of hurting someone. This meant he obviously had the capacity to, if something happened, and the boy's answer confirmed his suspicion of magical abilities. Psychic? That sounded fascinating, he hadn't gotten to meet any psychic people here yet, but before he could adequately think about this information Mob mentioned the fact that people tended to get hurt when he lost control of his emotions. That wasn't really surprising, most people's magic here seemed connected to how they felt, and he couldn't help thinking it just went to show what happened when people didn't control themselves.
"So, you've hurt someone before and you're afraid of doing it again." He summed up, voice lacking the sort of helpful sympathy he knew perfectly well John would have, but he didn't see why he should fake sentimentality at the moment, and it might even help if he didn't get all emotional on the kid.
"Well, I can't say it isn't extremely possible, even probable, but if you do end up losing control there are several others here with magical abilities, maybe even greater than yours, I wouldn't know. Anyway, if you hurt people when you lose control then there's no point in losing control to fear, now is there? Won't help anything, never does, in fact a good deal of the people in my world go through their whole lives terrified of the future, usually gets them killed." It was probably not the most helpful approach, but hey, at least he was kind of trying, right?
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Scrampus
twinken toes
Pronouns: they/them, she/her
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Post by Scrampus on Nov 17, 2016 14:55:47 GMT -5
When Sherlock spoke about Shigeo hurting someone, a face came to mind- his brother. Specifically, his brother's face pressed to the ground, blood running down his forehead as it pools on the asphalt beneath him. A soft, shaky voice calls out for him...
Mob shook the thought away before it could get any further, he didn't need to work himself up. Ritsu was fine, and he would continue to be fine, as long as nothing happened. Shigeo nodded to confirm Sherlock's deduction. "Yeah..." He breathed, bringing his eyes back up to meet the taller man's once again. He listened to what the detective said carefully, his face gradually lighting up with realization. There's no point in losing control to fear. That... was true! Mob's hair bobbed as he nodded in agreement.
"Ah... You're right! If I let fear overtake me, I would just end up doing exactly what I'm afraid of doing!" He replied, as enthusiastically as a kid who's usually monotone could, "Thank you, uh-" ... Shigeo didn't know his name.
[PROGRESS TO MOB'S EXPLOSION: 40%]
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 17, 2016 15:38:16 GMT -5
"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, which just means that if someone has a problem and the local law enforcement is, not surprisingly, stumped, I solve it." As he introduced himself, he felt a little flutter of puzzlement in his chest, he hadn't really expected the boy to take kindly to his advise. More like burst into tears, or get angry, maybe even lose control of whatever powers he had. The tall man knew perfectly well he tended to rub people the wrong way, and sometimes he even felt more comfortable in a room if the majority of the people there couldn't stand him, which meant they wouldn't get all touchy feely on him. Confrontation, that he could handle.
Of course, there was the added annoyance that if a person hated you, they generally wouldn't give you what you needed or listen to your opinion even if you were obviously right, but at least he wouldn't be expected to have friendly, pointless conversations with pointless boring people.
This internal reflection was getting a bit out of hand, so he forcefully dragged his attention back to the large, glittering room and the people inside it, most of whom still seemed obsessed with the slightly painfully bright gems. "So, do you feel attracted to all these things? This is almost certainly supposed to represent greed, but it doesn't seem to affect everyone the same.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 16:04:17 GMT -5
(Oops haven't roleplayed for a while Hello)
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twinken toes
Pronouns: they/them, she/her
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Post by Scrampus on Nov 17, 2016 16:12:23 GMT -5
"Ah, thank you, Sherlock-san." The middle schooler repeated the name, before deciding to introduce himself as well. "I'm Shigeo Kageyama. Or, some people just call me Mob." It was no wonder Sherlock seemed so observant- Of course he was a detective.
Lucky for the both of them, Mob was a fairly open minded kid. He accepted advice in any form, even if it was passive aggressive or ill-intended. (save for "advice" from certain evil spirits who trapped him in a torturous mind world for 6 months, smh) Harsh or otherwise, Mob took it all the same. Whether that was due to his inability to read the atmosphere or not, he supposed it didn't really seem to matter.
When Sherlock steered the conversation back to the subject at hand, the room, Shigeo glanced back to the group of people talking, as well as the glittering wealth at their feet.
Swallowing hard, a hum rose in his throat, "Mm, sort of... I mean, I was kind of entranced by all of it, and I started thinking about all things someone could buy with this money, but..." he paused, thoughtfully, "... All of this has to belong to someone, right? And it would be stealing if we took it." Mob's hands moved and clasped together, running his thumb over his own knuckles. "I think that's what my teacher would tell me... What about you?"
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Post by broken on Nov 17, 2016 16:19:39 GMT -5
(Hello...I might be able to do for a bit..)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 17, 2016 16:40:24 GMT -5
'Mob', of course, sounded nothing like "Shigeo Kageyama", leaving Sherlock with the impression that this wasn't a simple short version of the kid's name. So what was it? There was a good chance there was some background to it, guessing from the uniform, the haircut, and the unusually stoic expression he decided it was more likely something stemming from his personal life. Family maybe, or friends. He also noticed that he had been called "Sherlock-san" again, which didn't really surprise him, a good amount of the people here had names of the same sort as Shigeo, as well as adding "-san" to the end of people's names, which he already knew was the equivalent of "Mr".
When Shigeo admitted that he was attracted to the wealth, Sherlock went ahead and made a mental note about it, even though he had guessed as much already. Greed, pride...there were five sins left, but he honestly didn't know how he would be affected. Looking back, he wouldn't have anticipated being affected so strongly by the pride room, which was a little embarrassing. "Well, not the gold." He answered the last question, casting quite careless glance at the pile. "No, but...Well, smoke." He continued, but didn't look at the fallen cigarettes for fear he wouldn't be able to resist.
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twinken toes
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Post by Scrampus on Nov 17, 2016 17:24:34 GMT -5
"Smoke...?" he blinked a few times, before glancing back at the number of cigarettes that Sherlock had burned through moments before, the picture seeming to click. "Ohh, I see... Greed applies to all material possessions, right?"
Thinking about it, Shigeo couldn't really think of anything he per-say wanted... Which was probably why he wasn't quite as effected in this room, either. Heck, even when thinking about the money, his mind had gone to things he could get for other people. That being said, if these upcoming rooms were to tackle issues like, say, Shigeo's want for popularity, or attention, well. There was no doubt those rooms would hit him hard.
"So what can we do to get out of here? Do we just need everyone to reject it...?" Mob asked, his gaze falling back to Naegi, Madoka, and Flandre.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Nov 17, 2016 20:29:41 GMT -5
(I'm finally here, anyone on? :3)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 17, 2016 20:32:07 GMT -5
I'm here :3
Are we still doing the toy store room or did we move on?)
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Post by broken on Nov 17, 2016 20:44:10 GMT -5
(Hello, I'm here but I'm sorta out of it o.o)
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Nov 17, 2016 20:45:12 GMT -5
(I think it's a different room, but I was just going to go living room lol Hey broken! You ok? o: )
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Post by <Raintalon> on Nov 17, 2016 20:52:45 GMT -5
Living room's fine with me ^^)
Buffy blinked in and accidentally kicked a lamp off its stand, sending it crashing to the ground. She winced, looking around to see if anyone had noticed her...That was odd. She narrowed her eyes as she noticed that there was absolutely no one around. Usually there was someone. They weren't even in the toy store anymore. On guard, she began to walk slowly around the room. "Hello?" she called into the eerie stillness.
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