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Post by Auransky on Dec 16, 2018 15:55:33 GMT -5
With the blackened walls, and incarcerated table, the room looked like a war zone. Smoke still remained in the room, as it has been unable to entirely leave due to the lack of entryways. There was still sparks of fire along the room, some trying to ignite or eventually would when linked to other sparks scattered across the room. This did irritate his sight briefly, hence his attention focusing on the detective heavily to keep himself from having to close his eyes every other second. The detective seemed excited, typical ... excitement for destruction.. He stood back up, to dust off some ash and debris along his shoulders. His attention turned over to Myrnin who seemed okay, but impacted by the explosion. Then over to Hange who took cover, and Loki who seemed to be in his own world. In between, Eliyen was there-but she seemed to be living in the aftermath of events. Is that referred to blinking? he pondered before turning around once more to see the detective pointing at him. He narrowed his eyes, in response, only to raise a brow quickly. "Fireproof?" He asked in repetition of the word. He couldn't help but shake his head, "If such a thing were true, I spend more time burning my opponents rather then pondering how to tear them apart." He couldn't help but rest his cold hand along his forehead, while he wrapped his other arm around his waist. "Had I my sword, perhaps I could have approached the situation more humanely." He sighed at the thought. Returning his hands to cross them tightly, he couldn't help but look up to the blackened ceiling. "I am far too young to reach such levels of possibilities." He turned his head back to glimpse at the scarf along his back. "Someday, I may be able to presence others without actually being there, but that possibility is yet to come." He eyes relaxed at the thought. "For now, a simple trick but one most handy." He kept it vague, there was no need to explain further. The end result was that he was fine, and for that another day to either serve of suffer under her whim.
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Dec 16, 2018 19:51:02 GMT -5
Loki stopped the flamethrower as the flames travelled to the canister and exploded. They jumped back, taking refuge behind the couch with Hange and Myrnin. They got up with the other two after the blast, grinning as they ran a hand through their hair, which had fallen into their face with all the commotion.
Loki gave Hange a careful look, unsure of how genuine their praise was. They were used to their magic being seen as cheating, the easy way out. "Thank you." They stated, tone unreadable. However they did nod as Hange called the flamethrower a work of art. It certainly spiced up their time here. And it answered an important question- could the House be harmed? Certainly the superficial trappings it laid out could be. Though the walls and ceiling were blackened, they seemed suspiciously undamaged. With a bit of pride in their voice, they commented, "It is a rather fine device."
They looked up at Myrnin as he spoke, a smile that was almost genuine playing across their features. "Yes, puzzling this place out seems like it could be rather interesting with you two around."
They glanced over at Sherlock and Elliot, quirking an eyebrow at Sherlock's joyful exclamation at the trio wrecking the House so quickly. So it seemed others were eager for House destruction as well.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 17, 2018 4:21:23 GMT -5
With hesitation, Myrnin reached out and patted her arm. "7S," he agreed. "I saw her last week. 7S ... that is her way. You can't allocate who should and shouldn't have died in that room. No one should have died. But I'm back, alive. And I've met all the others who I remember from that room again. I swear to you." Then he withdrew his hand, which probably hadn't been welcome to begin with. He looked away, frowning. "As for your question. Evil people don't know they're evil. They just think what they've done was the best good they can be. I can't tell you if what I did was evil, but for me it seemed to be the only way out of a situation with causing the least amount of harm. So many of us died in that room. Arlo went crazy, so did some of the others. Some people," he remembered Nore, "Were always insane and that was just an excuse to show it. The thought of Matteo, or Touka, or 7S getting out of that room with blood on their hands was worse then making myself the villain. Sooner or later, if the room had continued, peaceful blinkers would have become killers. I've lived with the nightmares of what that means before. I didn't want them to look in the mirror and see what they did looking back. I would have preferred they hated me then hated themself, because at least I am a demon you can see." He crossed his arms and he was the one who looked down this time. "I've fought too many demons in my own head. I wanted to make sure the House didn't add one to theirs." Only then did he look up, voice gentle again. "But you're right. It wasn't something done without consequences, even if they weren't bodies." His own eyes were red, no longer the same green. But they were down-turned, saddened eyes. He wasn't angry. Just reminded. "I'm sorry, Chamomile. 7S ... she promised me something a long time ago. That if I ever did something unforgivable that she would stop me. You have nothing to pay for. What you did was stop me. I expected it." He sighed. "I don't know if what I did was evil or not. It's you who can dictate that. I can't and will not judge you whatever you decide. But you are not to blame for what 7S did. There was nothing you could do. You and her are still alive. That's what matters." A few pats from the vampire ushered in a wave of new tears streaming down the slope of her sharp and narrow beak. She couldn't bear the thought of accepting what had happened inside the room nor the truth of the matter. People die all the time and come back but even then, some would never come back. Whose to say they got lucky this time around when they did lose someone - mere words did not bring her any closer to ease. "Ah..." Chamomile shuddered at the thought of the losses they gained inside the room and those who had willingly played into its own hands. "You were always a demon Myrnin, but a good one at that. We all are." The mage couldn't help to have said that in a shaky breath, both of them were in a literal and figurative sense if it was to be humored. "Even if we're all alive in someway I'd rather not let history repeat itself, no matter the chances of everyone coming back safe and sound like you've said so far." She held back another strained retort witnessing the eyes of the other blinker change so quickly. "No, its more than being evil or good! None of us should still be lingering on this matter, for now we pay with guilt and worry. If what you did was for the better then none of this would be happening...no sleepless nights, no past regrets, not a single memory that torments you for what could be eternity."The wildclaw's feathers fluffed up as she clamped her eyes shut tightly, Myrnin's gentle and well meaning presence turned bittersweet. "I could have saved 7S. I could have brought you back to your senses. I could have let you kill me instead. I could have avoided hurting you both but... I didn't. What matters now is to speak your final words on those times and move on before our current relation turns into an old, festering wound." There was nothing that Myrnin could do about the tears falling from Cham's eyes. Something felt like it was missing. Had someone really died in that room, without him knowing? But he shoved that doubt away. He didn't believe any such thing. He would continue to trust in the theory that had yet to be proven fake. But that didn't mean that Chamomile didn't have some other thoughts within her mind. He nodded along with what she said. He had, of course, always been a demon - even if it was just his own. She was right about that. He breathed out a breath he never remembered taking. "You're right, of course," he admitted. Dwelling on it was useless. It wouldn't change anything. Hadn't he just said that himself? She seemed to misunderstand how his mind worked. But it was a simple mistake, which he did not fault her for or call her out about. If she didn't know how the mind of a vampire was - or was supposed to be - this was also alright. "You cannot take another person's life onto your shoulders," he insisted. "Yours is weighty enough. You could not have saved anyone that were outside of your abilities; and we were." He did not explain that he'd been in the same set of senses that he was right now. There was nothing to be brought back from - the choices he'd made in that room had been his own. They were not those of bloodlust or anger. Chamomile could have done nothing to change him. "Forgive yourself, please. You are the hardest person to accept, but it will be the grudge that will be the worst if you don't." Then he dipped his head, practically a bow of respect. "You are of course correct. I have little else to say on the matter." He didn't unbend, but he did look up. "Thank you."
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 17, 2018 4:28:29 GMT -5
Myrnin kept his arms close, since the room was still burning, but he did a little dance in place and then looked over at Sherlock. He gave the man a thumbs up and said, "All in the name of science - and magic too, Shirley!" The name was going to stick. It was only then that the vampire pulled his attention back to the room at large, looking over Elliot with a raised eyebrow (and a small glint of jealously in his eyes), before surveying Hange and then Loki. "The ugly bean bags got it too," he said, practically giddy with excitement, and pointing at the black marks that flames had left - and continued to leave - around the room. He'd already looked at the roof, the floor, the bookcases ... he looked like he was just excited, but there was the light in his eyes that showed he was paying attention while he did so. Myrnin was smart. He could just multitask on being weird at the same time. He'd also been looking at Hange's and Loki's features, but it was pretty clear he couldn't read them as well. He couldn't even tell what Sherlock was thinking and he'd known the detective longer.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 17, 2018 10:31:44 GMT -5
Sherlock bounced a few more times, basking in the concept of being able to cause so much damage. He’d have to make a point of carrying dangerous objects around with him at all times, in case he ever blinked in around Loki, Myrnin, and Hange again. Then he sighed and let his arms drop to his sides. Whatever Elliot was, there was more to the prince than met the eye, that was for sure. He looked the newer blinker over carefully, but not even a hair was singed. “You know what this means, don’t you? We don’t have to accept it when the House disables our equipment. This opens up so many new possibilities, not only weapons but phones, computers, tracking devices, anything! And look at this room!” He rotated slowly on the spot, arms spread wide, his coat billowing out behind him like a cape. “Look at the books, the shelves, the beanbags, everything. I’ll bet it’ll all be back to normal when we blink out and back, but for now we did it, we destroyed it.” Another thought made him pause, arms still held out as though he was trying to fly. “What do you suppose would happen if we went in a room, right now?” He asked the room in general, his tone excited and a little bit condescending, as though he were quizzing students in a classroom.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 18, 2018 6:12:54 GMT -5
Myrnin rubbed his chin, looking around the chaos with amusement. "I do happen to agree with Loki. And the House does, on a regular basis, prove to have just such a sense of humor." He waved some smoke away, completely ignoring Elliot, as if not acknowledging the other vampire's prescience would cause him to blink out. "Was that a suggestion to enter a room?" he wondered, glancing in Sherlock's direction with a raised eyebrow. "Because I would like to see what can be done." The suggestion that they could somehow get phones to work or the ilk was an interesting one. However, Myrnin wasn't sure it was practical. At least, not unless Loki or another being with magic abilities was in the House. And he would probably have to be as well, just to get the technology 'upgraded' enough for it to work. And Hange, because otherwise he wouldn't know how the technology worked if they weren't around to go off on how a thing was put together. Oh dear. They were a package deal, weren't they. That aside, he waved at the scorched doorway that would lead to the hallway. "Fun?"
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Dec 18, 2018 11:51:32 GMT -5
(Hello!! I’m finally done with school for the semester and will now be returning full time Will probably be more active at night due to spending winter break with the family but might be able to sneak in a few posts during the day as well Cx It’s about time for the Winter lodge, is it not? After we get the current rooms finished, would anyone be opposed to switching over in the next couple days?)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Dec 18, 2018 15:19:35 GMT -5
(Hehehe what are talking about that would be perfect.
Loki: Well someone has to light the Yule log, do they not? *laughs and turns on flamethrower* )
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Post by Auransky on Dec 18, 2018 15:25:39 GMT -5
Elliot stood there in place, as a solder would when ordered to wait. Despite Sherlock assuring him that this place was very different, and even he himself certain that this was different, he couldn't help but stick to very bad habits. He would occasionally shift weight from one side to the next in order to not stand still, similar to that of AI's when the idle. He wasn't paying too much attention to Myrnin, not his first glint nor his second stare. Nor was he aware that he was being ignored in the first place, those minor details had not crossed his mind, let alone been enough to pay attention to that. What did catch his attention was a direct stare from Loki, it was not that of hostility but one of those stares that just indicates, 'hey I want your attention.' It wasn't unsettling but there was something about the trickster's stare that left the prince wondering what that stare was about. He proceeded to turn his head further to observe Hange who was full of excitement before giving the burnt room another over view. His attention returned to Sherlock at the first sound of a word. "Accepting, huh?" He was curious by the Detective's words, but there was some context missing, perhaps because he was new to this ordeal. Nonetheless, he listened quietly thinking about their excitement over breaking some rules, and aiming for destruction. He personally never found amusement in destruction, but it was a concept too familiar to those around him, and the situation he was under. The way the four individuals talked about fun in destruction, it was a tollerated topic, but one of personal disinterest. He turned away from the others, approaching what was once a bookshelf, now blackened ash, and torn shelves. With the others mentioning that the likelyhood of the room returning to normal when they returned, it sounded like a very interesting concept.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 18, 2018 15:46:50 GMT -5
(So .... we want this years lodge to burn too, do we?)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 18, 2018 17:12:46 GMT -5
Hey guys! Oh yeah I forgot the lodge)
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Dec 18, 2018 18:47:03 GMT -5
As the five dealt with the aftermath of the fire in their own way, Loki glanced about the room. This felt like progress. Of what sort, they weren't exactly sure, but there was progress. They had learned a bit more about the House and it's limits. They'd learned that any superficial destruction could apparently be fixed after they left, and that despite the appearances of destruction the House hadn't appeared to have been harmed. Despite Sherlock's joyful ideas of phones and other such things working, Loki felt like the House was just toying with them. With Hange and Myrnin, however, Loki felt as if they might be one step closer to understanding the House, even if they couldn't go up against it yet. And on that note, a room might prove to be prudent in gathering knowledge. And, as Myrnin had put it, fun.
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Post by Sησω on Dec 18, 2018 19:37:12 GMT -5
(Winter lodge 👀)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 19, 2018 17:28:53 GMT -5
Hello! Here but a bit poofy since I'm working on some SS drawings. What's going on?)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 19, 2018 18:05:10 GMT -5
Oh cool! I'm not sure if any of my current characters have seen the lodge yet. I might blink someone in but I'll have to poof for dinner pretty soon.)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 19, 2018 19:26:27 GMT -5
(Can I blink someone in? (and if so do you have a preference who I use? I'm thinking maybe Xander or Eliyen, but Helena might be interesting too.))
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Post by Sησω on Dec 19, 2018 19:32:00 GMT -5
(I think I might blink in Julia and/or Vanta.)
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Dec 19, 2018 20:06:27 GMT -5
Weeping on the lives that were momentarily lost didn't translate to the vampire yet it pained the wildclaw like a freshly opened wound, constantly getting picked at and healing in an slow cycle. A chance to mourn the fallen was a charity on the house's part even if there more tragedies awaiting for all of them. A nervous sigh, a tense exhale, she still held onto the low hope that her friends were somewhere far better than they were now, the doubt she held against Myrnin's theory clung to her heart, her mind biting back at the thought. Why hold onto false hopes when reality would await you at every turn? It had been that way for every loss she had suffered and for every hope snuffed out save for one. But she wasn't Myrnin and Myrnin wasn't her; understanding each other seemed hopeless enough. "You're sensible enough - I may not have a silver tongue but surely there had been a chance I could have swayed you! Or maybe, maybe, 7S or Rex could have talked you of doing these acts. It is my duty to take the lives of others onto my shoulders and if I can't than surely I have become dull in every aspect, to not use my abilities to help others make me useless! And because of that others will suffer for my failures!" Chamomile argued back in sulking tone clasping both her callused hands together. To admit she couldn't do everything to help the other blinkers was a horrid thought - no matter what she did everyone would still fall while she stood alone. It was the last thing everyone wanted to happen. "This is no mere grudge nor any instance for me to apologize to myself its just how it should be its just how my life is, if I can't do what I'm meant to do it could be my own demise...though why do you thank me? What did I do to deserve it?"
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Dec 19, 2018 20:28:07 GMT -5
(Ye snow, throw your chars in too!)
Eddie's eyes fluttered back up open as he heard the upbeat voice that could only belong to one wolf in particular. "Vicky?" He slowly sat up from his resting position similar to that feeling of someone walking in as you steal a cookie from the cookie jar. As he was about to open his mouth he inhaled the scent of the exhaust and wet dog which was one of the very few new things in his now quiet life, rubbing his nose out of habit. "Yeah, pal, just give me a warning next the next time?" He gave her something that resembled a grin, giving her a curt rub behind the ears rubbing off some of the bits and pieces of snow clinging to her. "You must have gone on one hell of a walk." The reporter mused taking notice of the wolf's dirty condition. Since the time they had met each other he'd heard of her traveling tendencies to roam and float around but this was a change, change wasn't exactly welcomed.
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