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Post by broken on Dec 29, 2018 0:01:13 GMT -5
“Pfft, yea that doesn’t surprise me at all,” Mikaela muttered. Obviously other people hated this place too. “And don’t worry about it, I’m just hoping I can trust you.” He looked at him for a moment before glancing around at the decorations. “Um, when I was younger yes,” Mika replied with a shrug, sighing softly. “Nowadays no one really has time for this sort of thing since things went downhill.” He raised a brow at Myrnin as he looked back in his direction. “I’m guessing you have a winter holiday where you’re from.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 29, 2018 0:24:11 GMT -5
"Is there a reason to distrust me?" asked Myrnin. He sat up, opening both eyes. "And I trust you. Though I don't exactly have any chance to trust you with anything." He waved down at himself. "I mean ... I'm not really good at secrets anyway." He looked back up at the decorations, considering what he was just told about Mikaela's holiday. "This one, probably," he said, indicating the bows. "Though I have no idea how many variations of Christmas the House does. For all I know, it just decorates up like this as an imitation. What went downhill in your world?"
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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 29, 2018 1:53:11 GMT -5
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"Hmm." Loki answered neutrally, a hint of amusement in their green eyes at Samuel's stilted greeting. And Texas? Loki hadn't heard of it but it seemed to be some place on Earth. It was of little importance to them.
The evergreen plants placed around the hearth were an old Norse tradition, but the other trappings were unexplained additions. And the change of the House was curious as well. It didn't feel like a room, though with that one small shack in the snow they'd been in before, they couldn't be sure. The presence of an upstairs was curious, and they intended to explore it at some point. "Yes- it makes more sense in the grand scheme of things to call it Midgard."
"Ah, and what planet was that?" Loki asked, their voice not-at-all impressed and perhaps a bit patronizing towards Samuel. And, despite the deceptive tone of their voice, they were genuinely curious about how some Midgardian had been to another planet.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 29, 2018 2:53:55 GMT -5
(Clo makes me go searching to find names, part 1. I have no clue if the planet was named. @.@ 15 minutes later: HA! I actually had Sam ask! I'm impressed my 1 year ago self remembered he was that curious. I wouldn't have been original enough to make one up. o.O I don't even think it's canon, come to that. I couldn't find it by Google, that's for sure.)
"Why?" asked Sam. "What middle is it guarding?" That's what it sounded like to him, anyway. Mid quelled middle. Then 'gard' sounded like 'guard'. It was an easy mistake if you didn't see it spelled out. And truthfully, though he was unaware, he wasn't that far off in the assumption that it was the middle of something. Though if Loki ever told him it was the middle of a giant world tree they might just end up with Sam's disbelieving face and a thousand questions following around behind wherever Loki went from this point on. "Anyway, this stuff is just for a Winter festival type thing. A holiday. Do you have any for your Winters then? If not one that has all this stuff?" He waved his hand around. He only paused when Loki asked their question. He was pleased he actually had an answer to give. It was bad enough Loki looked like they were entertaining him - and only at 'great,personal strain' to their attention span - Samuel didn't want to be without a good answer on this one. "Scerth 6I," he said. "Always night-time and very high tech-y. I liked it. I just left it a couple minutes ago." He really had. But then again, though House was turning up rather a lot in his life. It had only been a couple days he'd been coming here. But it was enough. Loki made it sound like it wasn't that unusual - at least not for them. Though maybe for Sam. Somehow, he doubted they were even from the same universe. But then again, never knew. "Why?" he asked anyway. "Ever been there?" At the very least, he'd have the satisfaction of knowing Loki hadn't been there and he had. They acted a bit too ... haughty for Sam's taste.
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Post by broken on Dec 29, 2018 11:53:31 GMT -5
"Is there a reason to distrust me?" asked Myrnin. He sat up, opening both eyes. "And I trust you. Though I don't exactly have any chance to trust you with anything." He waved down at himself. "I mean ... I'm not really good at secrets anyway." He looked back up at the decorations, considering what he was just told about Mikaela's holiday. "This one, probably," he said, indicating the bows. "Though I have no idea how many variations of Christmas the House does. For all I know, it just decorates up like this as an imitation. What went downhill in your world?" (Sorry Mint, i fell asleep) Mikaela stared at Myrnin blankly. He thought the other already knew why he didn't like him much, though it wasn't too fair. He didn't seem to be a vampire from his world. "Oh you're right, though I must say I am very trustworthy. We'll probably find out if I ever decide to go into a room," Mike shrugged, glancing around the room as he listened. That was true, but the House looked a lot better than it usually did. He then glanced over at him again as he asked about his world. "I thought I told you before. The vampires took over my world and imprisoned me and my family. We tried to escape, but that didn't go too well... only one made it alive."
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Post by Auransky on Dec 29, 2018 13:08:37 GMT -5
"Alone time is always welcoming." Elliot couldn't help but softly smile. "It is in those moments when one can feel at ease, then proceed to reflect." He respected alone time in the garden, it was one of her personal favorite things to do if he was stuck on the home front. At the mention of lights, he couldn't help but point at some of the lights, "Are these lights?" he raised a curious brow. "The things that light up this room in many different colors?" He asked, "I am familiar with means which illuminate a room, but never something just called lights." He turned to see the lights hanging along the walls. "Is that slow?" His voice held interest, "I have only been here once before, for that reason I cannot conclude that this place returns to an exact, if not similar time of when it first pulled you out." He turned his head back towards Julia with a rather captivated gaze, sharing her experience was new information that he could use to come up with a conclusion later down the line. "I appreciate your share knowledge." He gratefully added.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Dec 29, 2018 18:12:24 GMT -5
hey hey! Anybody feel free to pick this up ^^)
Hange blinked into House, standing tall, an unusually solemn expression on their normally animated features. They weren’t wearing their maneuver gear, either - instead they wore a simple white dress shirt and black pants. “And based on this lack of non-circumstantial evidence, Your Honor, I would like to conclude that it is far to early to pin the murder on anyone at all, much less this woman here - “ They broke off, realizing they had blinked back in the House, and so, for at least a moment, they were no longer in the position of defense lawyer. In response to this change, they closed their eyes and let out a breath, pinching the bridge of their nose. They hadn’t realized how tired they were...how long had this trial been going on now?
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Post by Armageddidn't on Dec 29, 2018 18:29:48 GMT -5
{{If you want they can join in on the snowball fight outside.}}
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 29, 2018 19:00:23 GMT -5
It looked like the others were planning on coming outside, so Mikhail was just about to back away from the window. "Huh? What's that?" He mused as picked up a strange scent wafting out from within the cabin. It was sweet, and made the dragon's stomach start gurgling. It had been a few days since his last meal, since he was currently crossing the desert. Besides cactus, there wasn't much on the menu out there. "Mmmm." Whatever was making the smell was right under his window, just a little ways away. Of all the times to actually be in his normal form here... Curiously, he began nosing at the glass, testing it. After a little messing around it turned out that with enough pressure to the side, he could slide it open. "C'mon.... C'mon..." Eventually Mikhail was able to get the tip of his muzzle into the window and gently pry it open. The wind of delicious smells that greeted him was almost overwhelming, causing him to start drooling. With barely an afterthought of a better way to approach the situation, the dragon simply shoved his barely able to fit head through the frame as the wall groaned from the force. "Ah!" He hummed happily as he looked down to finally see his original goal. It was a large plate of small, square brown things. Like a giant dog, he began nabbing them up one by one. The taste was completely unlike anything anything he'd ever had before, and his eyes closed as he ate. The young child in him was in heaven. (Think I'm just going to reuse this since I'm too lazy to blink Mikhail out and back in pfft.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 29, 2018 21:58:51 GMT -5
"Is there a reason to distrust me?" asked Myrnin. He sat up, opening both eyes. "And I trust you. Though I don't exactly have any chance to trust you with anything." He waved down at himself. "I mean ... I'm not really good at secrets anyway." He looked back up at the decorations, considering what he was just told about Mikaela's holiday. "This one, probably," he said, indicating the bows. "Though I have no idea how many variations of Christmas the House does. For all I know, it just decorates up like this as an imitation. What went downhill in your world?" (Sorry Mint, i fell asleep) Mikaela stared at Myrnin blankly. He thought the other already knew why he didn't like him much, though it wasn't too fair. He didn't seem to be a vampire from his world. "Oh you're right, though I must say I am very trustworthy. We'll probably find out if I ever decide to go into a room," Mike shrugged, glancing around the room as he listened. That was true, but the House looked a lot better than it usually did. He then glanced over at him again as he asked about his world. "I thought I told you before. The vampires took over my world and imprisoned me and my family. We tried to escape, but that didn't go too well... only one made it alive." (Sorry about my disappearance. The days been busy. ^^ ) "As you say," said Myrnin, laughing. "Though it would likely involve snow if we were do a room now. Or perhaps mistletoe and holly." He considered this for a second and then shrugged as well. "You might have," admitted Myrnin. "I'm sorry." He rubbed at his face. "It's been a long time since I've seen you." A lot had happened ... Arthur was ... gone since then. He would have patted Mika's shoulder if he thought he was going to get away with it. But instead he just repeated, "I'm sorry." He frowned up at the ceiling and the tinsel and stuff. "That ... almost happened in my world. The vampires taking over. But instead we retreated and the humans only think we're a myth now. The introduction to being a vampire is rarely ... peaceful." He sneered, remembering Bishop. Amelie hadn't liked that. "I would talk about something else ... if you preferred?" He'd let Mika choose the subject if he wanted.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Dec 29, 2018 23:49:14 GMT -5
xx {{ hello! i'm feeling better, and i'm sorry for being so inactive, i've been in and out of the doctor's and been very sick lately, not to mention, working a heck of a lot. if i was removed, i understand.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Dec 30, 2018 0:23:00 GMT -5
xx {{ thank you!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 30, 2018 0:23:12 GMT -5
(I don't believe Spottedrain was ever added to the front. I don't think Dia's up there either. )
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 30, 2018 1:17:31 GMT -5
(Hey sort of here)
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Post by Armageddidn't on Dec 30, 2018 1:23:39 GMT -5
{{yeet}}
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Post by Sησω on Dec 30, 2018 14:44:20 GMT -5
(Sorry for being so poofy lately! Auransky I think I'll say that Julia blinked out.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 30, 2018 17:16:15 GMT -5
Winter Lodge -- Maladict -- HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾtMaladict's expression was just a little confused when he blinked in, but the expression didn't fade when he noticed where he was. An eyebrow rose as he looked around. They eyes widened suddenly when he saw the head sticking through the window. He backed up hurriedly, his hand on the sword. For comfort more than anything. He still didn't know how to use it. But he was not a fair match for a dragon. A really, full-sized, not-your-garden-variety dragon. "What in the name of the Duchess?" he breathed under his breath. He shivered, still backing away, until he'd ended up in a corner and next to the tree.
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Post by broken on Dec 30, 2018 17:16:48 GMT -5
(Sorry about my disappearance. The days been busy. ^^ ) "As you say," said Myrnin, laughing. "Though it would likely involve snow if we were do a room now. Or perhaps mistletoe and holly." He considered this for a second and then shrugged as well. "You might have," admitted Myrnin. "I'm sorry." He rubbed at his face. "It's been a long time since I've seen you." A lot had happened ... Arthur was ... gone since then. He would have patted Mika's shoulder if he thought he was going to get away with it. But instead he just repeated, "I'm sorry." He frowned up at the ceiling and the tinsel and stuff. "That ... almost happened in my world. The vampires taking over. But instead we retreated and the humans only think we're a myth now. The introduction to being a vampire is rarely ... peaceful." He sneered, remembering Bishop. Amelie hadn't liked that. "I would talk about something else ... if you preferred?" He'd let Mika choose the subject if he wanted. (I’m back now if you still wanted to continue with this ) Mikaela blinked a few times and glanced over at Myrnin. Now he sort of felt bad for how he acted towards him; he didn’t know vampires tried to take over his world too. “That sounds terrible, I’m sorry to hear that,” he muttered softly. Mika then shrugged and looked away. “Yea, how about we enter a room or something? That should give me plenty of time to get to know you better– I just hope I don’t regret that decision. That is, if you’re fine with entering a room?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 30, 2018 17:50:01 GMT -5
(Sorry about my disappearance. The days been busy. ^^ ) "As you say," said Myrnin, laughing. "Though it would likely involve snow if we were do a room now. Or perhaps mistletoe and holly." He considered this for a second and then shrugged as well. "You might have," admitted Myrnin. "I'm sorry." He rubbed at his face. "It's been a long time since I've seen you." A lot had happened ... Arthur was ... gone since then. He would have patted Mika's shoulder if he thought he was going to get away with it. But instead he just repeated, "I'm sorry." He frowned up at the ceiling and the tinsel and stuff. "That ... almost happened in my world. The vampires taking over. But instead we retreated and the humans only think we're a myth now. The introduction to being a vampire is rarely ... peaceful." He sneered, remembering Bishop. Amelie hadn't liked that. "I would talk about something else ... if you preferred?" He'd let Mika choose the subject if he wanted. (I’m back now if you still wanted to continue with this ) Mikaela blinked a few times and glanced over at Myrnin. Now he sort of felt bad for how he acted towards him; he didn’t know vampires tried to take over his world too. “That sounds terrible, I’m sorry to hear that,” he muttered softly. Mika then shrugged and looked away. “Yea, how about we enter a room or something? That should give me plenty of time to get to know you better– I just hope I don’t regret that decision. That is, if you’re fine with entering a room?” (Yes I do! ) "No need to say sorry," said Myrnin. "They didn't in my world. Amelie saw to that." But he was pushing himself to his feet now, looking a bit excited at the prospect of entering a room. He chuckled. "If that's what you want." He waved in the direction he assumed the door to a room was. "After you. Hopefully neither of use regret the choice. Just a quick question, however ... do you get cold in snow?" And then, without waiting for an answer, he was trotting away toward where he'd been pointing, expecting Mika to follow. (Did you have room ideas? Because I've been tempted to have my characters ski or ice skate for a while. Or maybe have them end up in a Winter ball? Make Mika dance? I don't know, up to you.)
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 30, 2018 17:50:11 GMT -5
Winter Lodge -- Maladict -- HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾtMaladict's expression was just a little confused when he blinked in, but the expression didn't fade when he noticed where he was. An eyebrow rose as he looked around. They eyes widened suddenly when he saw the head sticking through the window. He backed up hurriedly, his hand on the sword. For comfort more than anything. He still didn't know how to use it. But he was not a fair match for a dragon. A really, full-sized, not-your-garden-variety dragon. "What in the name of the Duchess?" he breathed under his breath. He shivered, still backing away, until he'd ended up in a corner and next to the tree. "So yummy!" Mikhail chimed happily, "I bet Zero would have liked these too!" In less then a minute, he had cleared the whole plate of it's contents, although he was too caught up in his sweet induced stupor to notice. Leaning down to get more brownies, he ended gobbling up the plate instead. After a few chews the dragon's eyes flew open in suprise. "Huh? Bleh!" Just in time to avoid swallowing anything he spat the contents of his mouth onto the floor, pieces of broken porcelain scattering all over the carpet. Before he could make a comment about his mishap, he spotted Maladict blink in. "Oh! Hi!" The white dragon greeted, taking a quick glance at the mess underneath him before trying his best to ignore it. Didn't they all make mistakes sometimes? The other guy probably wouldn't mind, right? That thought process quickly changed when the vampire began backpedaling away from Mikhail as soon as the he spotted him. "W-whats wrong? Is it because I spit that rock thing out?" Wanting to get away from the spot and move to a better window, he began to back out of the frame he was currently in. While his neck squeezed out just fine, his head on the other hand... "Grr. C'mon!" The white dragon's gold horns were preventing him from fitting the rest of the way out. Of course, if he were to use his full strength to rip himself free, it would have been easy. He didn't want to ruin the nice house for the others though.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 30, 2018 17:51:47 GMT -5
Kelsier had let himself slip into the background slightly as the conversation moved away from him. It wasn’t exactly because he felt overwhelmed, although maybe that was part of it. He just still didn’t understand what this was supposed to be, and the sight of the strange talking wolf and the....big....a lizard bird thing that could also talk and apparently was actually very amiable had forcefully reminded him of that fact. He found himself standing beside a small wooden table, with a large pot of some steaming brown liquid that smelled very sweet. Next to it were stacks of variously colorful mugs, and then the bowls. One was filled strange puffy white things that made him think of tiny clouds, while another held bent sticks with bright red and white stripes and a third had something he did recognize, although vaguely, as cookies. The mistborn scowled and folded his arms across his chest. Whatever Arlo said, anyone with this amount fo resources at their disposal seemed a lot like a nobleman to him, and he wondered again whether he was a fool for considering he was outside his universe. Whether this all wasn’t some sort of elaborate test of a mistborn’s abilities, or even something more personally about him, he thought he must be important enough to warrant that by now.
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Post by broken on Dec 30, 2018 18:06:48 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur(Ooh those both sound fun. Hm, how about the winter ball?) Mikaela was about say something else, but stood up after him and followed. He was confused by the question a little bit. “Um... yea obviously I’ll get cold in the snow,” he muttered softly, hugging his cloak around him. “That was a strange question, but I’m not going to ask.” He reached the hallway and began scanning the doors. “You can pick whatever one you want I guess.” He shrugged, looking at Myrnin.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 30, 2018 19:48:08 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur (Ooh those both sound fun. Hm, how about the winter ball?) Mikaela was about say something else, but stood up after him and followed. He was confused by the question a little bit. “Um... yea obviously I’ll get cold in the snow,” he muttered softly, hugging his cloak around him. “That was a strange question, but I’m not going to ask.” He reached the hallway and began scanning the doors. “You can pick whatever one you want I guess.” He shrugged, looking at Myrnin. (Sorry for the late reply, broken! Had to eat whatever is between lunch and dinner is.) Sauntering toward a door, Myrnin pulled one open before stepping inside. "Of course." As soon as he'd crossed the threshold, he found himself wearing a suit and a tail-coat, finished with a top hat and a mask set over his eyes in the place of his glasses. Everything in the room, including the clothing of the House-generated dancers, seemed to be in shades of white and silver. Splashes of green garlands hung from the walls and there were fir trees positioned in every corner of the room. Red moved about the room in accents of color: a handkerchief in the breast pocket of that man, the mask this woman wore, the shoes of that teenager. Myrnin turned around, looking around. He was familiar with these sorts of things. Balls. He'd been to a couple of them. Simple presents were positioned under the center feature tree of the dance floor. "Mikaela ..." he murmured. "Have you ever been to one of these?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 30, 2018 20:27:31 GMT -5
Winter Lodge -- Maladict -- HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt Maladict's expression was just a little confused when he blinked in, but the expression didn't fade when he noticed where he was. An eyebrow rose as he looked around. They eyes widened suddenly when he saw the head sticking through the window. He backed up hurriedly, his hand on the sword. For comfort more than anything. He still didn't know how to use it. But he was not a fair match for a dragon. A really, full-sized, not-your-garden-variety dragon. "What in the name of the Duchess?" he breathed under his breath. He shivered, still backing away, until he'd ended up in a corner and next to the tree. "So yummy!" Mikhail chimed happily, "I bet Zero would have liked these too!" In less then a minute, he had cleared the whole plate of it's contents, although he was too caught up in his sweet induced stupor to notice. Leaning down to get more brownies, he ended gobbling up the plate instead. After a few chews the dragon's eyes flew open in suprise. "Huh? Bleh!" Just in time to avoid swallowing anything he spat the contents of his mouth onto the floor, pieces of broken porcelain scattering all over the carpet. Before he could make a comment about his mishap, he spotted Maladict blink in. "Oh! Hi!" The white dragon greeted, taking a quick glance at the mess underneath him before trying his best to ignore it. Didn't they all make mistakes sometimes? The other guy probably wouldn't mind, right? That thought process quickly changed when the vampire began backpedaling away from Mikhail as soon as the he spotted him. "W-whats wrong? Is it because I spit that rock thing out?" Wanting to get away from the spot and move to a better window, he began to back out of the frame he was currently in. While his neck squeezed out just fine, his head on the other hand... "Grr. C'mon!" The white dragon's gold horns were preventing him from fitting the rest of the way out. Of course, if he were to use his full strength to rip himself free, it would have been easy. He didn't want to ruin the nice house for the others though. "Don't do that!" said Maladict, suddenly stepping forward with his hands up in a 'stop' motion. "Don't pull like that." Part of him was in shock. The dragon had talked. That was ... beyond unusual. There were small dragons in swamps and things. But they weren't very well made and tended to light themselves on fire or explode. This dragon was ten time bigger than the ones that could fit on your lap (if you were crazy enough to put a swamp dragon on your lap). He looked like he could bust right through the wall. What was freaking Mal out the most was not the fact that there was the dragon here but that it was talking in a way that was much younger than he'd ever imagined a dragon speaking. Dragon stereotype broken, he wasn't sure how to feel about this. Much less that Mikhail was stuck. "Just ..." he said hesitantly. "Move your head forward again ... then tilt your head backwards so your ... horns don't catch on the wall ..."
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Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Dec 30, 2018 20:45:59 GMT -5
Kelsier had let himself slip into the background slightly as the conversation moved away from him. It wasn’t exactly because he felt overwhelmed, although maybe that was part of it. He just still didn’t understand what this was supposed to be, and the sight of the strange talking wolf and the....big....a lizard bird thing that could also talk and apparently was actually very amiable had forcefully reminded him of that fact. He found himself standing beside a small wooden table, with a large pot of some steaming brown liquid that smelled very sweet. Next to it were stacks of variously colorful mugs, and then the bowls. One was filled strange puffy white things that made him think of tiny clouds, while another held bent sticks with bright red and white stripes and a third had something he did recognize, although vaguely, as cookies. The mistborn scowled and folded his arms across his chest. Whatever Arlo said, anyone with this amount of resources at their disposal seemed a lot like a nobleman to him, and he wondered again whether he was a fool for considering he was outside his universe. Whether this all wasn’t some sort of elaborate test of a mistborn’s abilities, or even something more personally about him, he thought he must be important enough to warrant that by now. The group's focus switched over towards the sleds themselves more than it did to the rest of the outlying members of the group. With their attention put elsewhere the mage couldn't help but let herself out of the constant hollering for she felt her need to be there was no longer present. There had been times were such feelings come and go as did her role in the house's antics. Breaking away from the group she slowly made her way over to the somewhat oblivious newbie even if it took merely a few steps due to her large stature. "Hello, I do not mean to disturb you sir, but I would like to introduce myself properly this time around. I should go first...." Chamomile intoned keeping herself away from the mysterious man at a tail's length. "My name is Chamomile." Whoever this man was in secret it was best to treat others respectfully, generally that's how she'd act around most of the blinkers anyhow.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 30, 2018 21:17:22 GMT -5
Mikhail froze when told to stop. "Wha-?" He replied, turning his head to look back at Maladict. The man had gotten a bit closer, but still had air of nervousness about him. As he started giving the dragon instructions, his head slowly tilted to the side as he processed them. "O-okay." Nodding in confirmation, he slowly did what he was told once again. It took a little effort, and the poor window frame now had a few chips in it's wood, but Mikhail eventually managed to manuvered his head out. "Yay!" His voice shouted from outside, before shaking himself out to relieve any stiffness in his joints. Then he was gone as he launched into the air, his white form no longer visible from the open window. "Thanks!" The dragon's gold eyes were suddenly peeking through another window, this one much closer to Maladict. Since there was so much snow around the lodge, he was able to move almost silently. "If you hadn't helped me, I don't know how long I would have been stuck for! I, uh... didn't realize that my head might be to big..." That might have been a tiny lie, he had known it was probably a bad idea. It was just that he'd been so hungry...
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 30, 2018 21:18:12 GMT -5
Kelsier glanced up, startled out of his thoughts by the large creature from earlier coming towards him. He tensed instantly, ready for it to attack him, but even before it spoke he somehow didn’t think it would. It’s movements were to relaxed and casual, it wasn’t rushing him but he didn’t feel like it was stalking him, either. It had already spoken earlier, so he wasn’t surprised when it did again. What did surprise him was what it....she?...said, and how polite she was. He noticed the respectful distance between them and smiled a little. She really was being nice. He put a hand on his chest and gave a little half bow, repaying her thoughtfulness by not stepping back and widening the distance. “I’m called Kelsier. Pleased to meet you, Chamomile.” The mistborn straightened up and let his hand fall back to his side. The edge of drama that had slipped into his voice as he introduced himself faded a little as he looked up at her, then the table of sweets next to him. He still had so many questions, and he didn’t even know which ones were the most pressing right now. He knew most of the main points about the House, or so he thought, but there were obviously still things he could learn there. He looked back up at her, one eyebrow raised while a playful smile tugged at his mouth. Those things could come later, or even by experience. He was too curious to let an opportunity like this slip through his fingers. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but what are you? I’ve never seen anything quite like you before. Actually to tell you the truth, I’ve never seen or heard of anything remotely similar to you.”
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