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Post by broken on Dec 30, 2018 22:44:05 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?" Mikaela stepped into the room not soon after, also wearing a suit of sorts with a silver colored mask. He blinked a few times and glanced around with a sigh. “I was expecting anything but this. I haven’t been to one of these, but it’s obvious,” he mumbled. The vampire glanced down at his clothing, then back at Myrnin. “We’re at a party, aren’t we.” He adjusted his mask and walked farther into the room to look around some. After all, it had been a while since he’s been in a room and he couldn’t remember what the point of them was. “I’m guessing you’ve been to parties before, huh?”
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 30, 2018 23:20:41 GMT -5
(Hey just wanted to let you all know I'm going on a cruise tomorrow and I'll be gone until the 5th, see you when I get back!)
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Post by Armageddidn't on Dec 30, 2018 23:21:55 GMT -5
{{Okay!}}
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 31, 2018 1:43:29 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... Maladict yelped as Mikhail's head appeared even closer to him, but at least this time he didn't run away. Instead, he just backed off a couple feet, to give him some space from the giant dragon, and nodded his head. "No ... no problem. You're a blinker?" It was the only thing he could logically think of. This was the sort of thing the House would do, he was learning. "I'm ... I'm called Maladict." He dipped his head, resting one hand on his chest. He didn't think much notice would ever be payed to the black ribbon he had pinned to his clothing, but he left it be. This placed seemed familiar with vampires which didn't advertise. "Who are you?"
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 31, 2018 3:44:31 GMT -5
Maladict yelped as Mikhail's head appeared even closer to him, but at least this time he didn't run away. Instead, he just backed off a couple feet, to give him some space from the giant dragon, and nodded his head. "No ... no problem. You're a blinker?" It was the only thing he could logically think of. This was the sort of thing the House would do, he was learning. "I'm ... I'm called Maladict." He dipped his head, resting one hand on his chest. He didn't think much notice would ever be payed to the black ribbon he had pinned to his clothing, but he left it be. This placed seemed familiar with vampires which didn't advertise. "Who are you?" "Aah! I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Mikhail replied to Maladict's yelp with one of his own, tripping backwards and falling onto his backside. Lucky for him there was snow to cushion his landing. The pieces then came together, and he began to realize the actual reason the the other blinker had been afraid earlier. This was the first time he'd been brought here in his normal form, so he was used to the others not being scared of him. Whoops. "Y-yeah." The dragon nodded again. He listened intently as the vampire introduced himself, feet lazily tilting back and forth and tail waving slowly behind him. "Mal-a-dict." He repeated, slowly pronouncing it out. It was still weird learning names that weren't just numbers. Mikhail's jaw opened slightly when asked about his own name, not expecting someone who was afraid of him to ask something like that. "Mine's Mikhail! Nice to meet you!"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 31, 2018 5:04:24 GMT -5
(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?" Mikaela stepped into the room not soon after, also wearing a suit of sorts with a silver colored mask. He blinked a few times and glanced around with a sigh. “I was expecting anything but this. I haven’t been to one of these, but it’s obvious,” he mumbled. The vampire glanced down at his clothing, then back at Myrnin. “We’re at a party, aren’t we.” He adjusted his mask and walked farther into the room to look around some. After all, it had been a while since he’s been in a room and he couldn’t remember what the point of them was. “I’m guessing you’ve been to parties before, huh?” "We are," confirmed Myrnin. He was still turning in small circles. "A holiday one. Don't ask me why. The House is getting rather more festive than Morganville ever is." He kept a short distance from Mikaela. He didn't want to loose sight of the other vampire in the press. "I've been to parties. I was a Lord, at one point. But they were more events I liked to crash than actually take part in. Humans, rich ones at any rate, tend to through large things like these. Vampires as well, of course." He shrugged a shoulder. "It appears to involve dancing for the most part. In this one, at any rate. Can you dance? The House tends to like when you follow its lead."
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Dec 31, 2018 13:08:25 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.” (I do apologize for the wait!) The mage could see a smidge of movement underneath her multi-colored gaze that of which didn't frighten her too much. The man's position in front of her didn't help if she wanted to fight him. Fighting in the end didn't sit that well with the wildclaw nor has it ever been that way. Yet the seemingly human man had not wasted a second by scrambling away in fear, only to stsnd his ground causing her tio her head back in response to such an action. "It is a pleasure to meet you too, likewise." She closed her eyes for a brief moment not long after did she comorehend what had just been asked of her. "I am a dragon as many here seem to say here inside the house. Although in my own world I am known as a wildclaw, a breed of dragon." Words didn't speak for themselves or something like as Chamomile proceeded to stretch her leg out in the open, presenting to Kelsier her curved talons.
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Post by broken on Dec 31, 2018 14:35:41 GMT -5
"We are," confirmed Myrnin. He was still turning in small circles. "A holiday one. Don't ask me why. The House is getting rather more festive than Morganville ever is." He kept a short distance from Mikaela. He didn't want to loose sight of the other vampire in the press. "I've been to parties. I was a Lord, at one point. But they were more events I liked to crash than actually take part in. Humans, rich ones at any rate, tend to through large things like these. Vampires as well, of course." He shrugged a shoulder. "It appears to involve dancing for the most part. In this one, at any rate. Can you dance? The House tends to like when you follow its lead." “Oh great,” Mikaela said, seemingly not too happy about his. “Um yeah, no.” The teenager crossed his arms as he shook his head, staring at Myrnin. “I’m not dancing, the House can’t force me to. Besides, there’s plenty of other things to do at parties like...” his gaze shifted to the room as he searched for any other source of entertainment. “Like play games or there’s cake, which I wouldn’t suggest eating.” He shrugged and looked back at his companion. “But if I must dance, I guess I can try. It’s not going to be any fun though.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 31, 2018 14:56:55 GMT -5
"We are," confirmed Myrnin. He was still turning in small circles. "A holiday one. Don't ask me why. The House is getting rather more festive than Morganville ever is." He kept a short distance from Mikaela. He didn't want to loose sight of the other vampire in the press. "I've been to parties. I was a Lord, at one point. But they were more events I liked to crash than actually take part in. Humans, rich ones at any rate, tend to through large things like these. Vampires as well, of course." He shrugged a shoulder. "It appears to involve dancing for the most part. In this one, at any rate. Can you dance? The House tends to like when you follow its lead." “Oh great,” Mikaela said, seemingly not too happy about his. “Um yeah, no.” The teenager crossed his arms as he shook his head, staring at Myrnin. “I’m not dancing, the House can’t force me to. Besides, there’s plenty of other things to do at parties like...” his gaze shifted to the room as he searched for any other source of entertainment. “Like play games or there’s cake, which I wouldn’t suggest eating.” He shrugged and looked back at his companion. “But if I must dance, I guess I can try. It’s not going to be any fun though.” Myrnin gave a very large shrug. "Merely a suggestion. I don't want cake." Sugar wasn't really something he cared about it. "Anyway ... perhaps it involves 'gossip'. I seem to remember that being very common at parties as well." The gossip surrounded him many a time as well. But that aside, Mikaela looked uncomfortable. Myrnin couldn't blame him. He'd never liked large parties. Too busy, too ... human. "Though I would be interested in seeing if you were a good dancer," he admitted, finally allowing the amused smile on his face. "I have a feeling I can dance better than you."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 31, 2018 15:02:15 GMT -5
Maladict yelped as Mikhail's head appeared even closer to him, but at least this time he didn't run away. Instead, he just backed off a couple feet, to give him some space from the giant dragon, and nodded his head. "No ... no problem. You're a blinker?" It was the only thing he could logically think of. This was the sort of thing the House would do, he was learning. "I'm ... I'm called Maladict." He dipped his head, resting one hand on his chest. He didn't think much notice would ever be payed to the black ribbon he had pinned to his clothing, but he left it be. This placed seemed familiar with vampires which didn't advertise. "Who are you?" "Aah! I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Mikhail replied to Maladict's yelp with one of his own, tripping backwards and falling onto his backside. Lucky for him there was snow to cushion his landing. The pieces then came together, and he began to realize the actual reason the the other blinker had been afraid earlier. This was the first time he'd been brought here in his normal form, so he was used to the others not being scared of him. Whoops. "Y-yeah." The dragon nodded again. He listened intently as the vampire introduced himself, feet lazily tilting back and forth and tail waving slowly behind him. "Mal-a-dict." He repeated, slowly pronouncing it out. It was still weird learning names that weren't just numbers. Mikhail's jaw opened slightly when asked about his own name, not expecting someone who was afraid of him to ask something like that. "Mine's Mikhail! Nice to meet you!" (I fell asleep. @.@ ) This dragon ... was a bit of a wimp. At least when compared to the image Maladict had in his head. The vampire arched an eyebrow, but waited to see what else the dragon would say. For the most part, he had calmed down just a little. "Nice to meet you," repeated Maladict. "You ... are a dragon, correct? Can you breath fire?" And then he held up his hands again and said, "Don't show me if you can! Don't show me if you can!" He was not getting burned down when it was snowing outside. That would be beyond ironic. "I don't think you come from my world," he added slowly.
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Post by broken on Dec 31, 2018 15:18:33 GMT -5
mintedstar/furMikaela raised a brow at the suggestion of gossip. He didn’t care for it too much, but that could be fun. A lot better than dancing at least. He then rolled his eyes as Myrnin said the last part. “Yeah I’m sure you can,” he muttered. Sorry, dancing isn’t one of my hobbies back home.” He sighed. It was obvious Myrnin was just trying to have some fun. “If you want, you can teach me. If not that’s cool too.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 31, 2018 15:44:54 GMT -5
broken(I have to poof for a little.) "Ooooh! I could do that!" agreed Myrnin brightly. He looked around the room, studying the dance that the House generated people were doing. He knew it. It wasn't as simple as a waltz, and it was faster than one, but it wasn't that hard to teach. He offered a hand to Mikaela. "Best at hands on teaching. Take my hand, other one goes on my shoulder. Like that guy." He nodded in the direction of a passing couple. Dancing seemed the most viable option to get them out of here. But if Mika stepped too often on his toes then he'd resort to gossip.
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Post by broken on Dec 31, 2018 15:53:16 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur(Alright, see ya later!) Mika watched him silently for a second, then eventually nodded slowly, giving him his hand while placing the other one on Myrnin’s shoulder. He stared a passing couple, trying to remember exactly how they moved. “Alright, this shouldn’t be too difficult,” he muttered, returning his gaze back to the other blinker. “But just because we’re doing this still doesn’t mean I like you.” He chuckled and slowly took a step to the side without waiting for Myrnin to take the lead.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 31, 2018 16:20:02 GMT -5
(I fell asleep. @.@ ) This dragon ... was a bit of a wimp. At least when compared to the image Maladict had in his head. The vampire arched an eyebrow, but waited to see what else the dragon would say. For the most part, he had calmed down just a little. "Nice to meet you," repeated Maladict. "You ... are a dragon, correct? Can you breath fire?" And then he held up his hands again and said, "Don't show me if you can! Don't show me if you can!" He was not getting burned down when it was snowing outside. That would be beyond ironic. "I don't think you come from my world," he added slowly. (I did right after posting too pfft.) Mikhail's demeanor brightened at the question, and he did he best to proudly puff himself out. "Yup!" He hummed, the back of his mouth was already beginning to glow with orange light. "And of course! What kind of dragon can't? Even those low-class dragon wannabes, wyverns can! That's pretty much all then can do though..." That was the one of the few times anything resembling hatred, albeit still in a childlike manner, could be heard in the white dragon's voice. He let out a growl, then turned his head away as smoke started flowing from his maw. He heard Maladict in the background, but paid the vampire no heed. He didn't have to worry, Mikhail had learned his lesson about starting things nearby on fire back in the forest. The dragon set his aim on a small tree growing in the middle of the backyard, quite a ways off from the lodge, or anything else that'd catch fire as well. Fast as an arrow, a large ball of fire came flying from his mouth and hit the tree dead on. Even though it was covered in snow, the Dragonfire burned the poor thing like a torch. "Hehe, see?" Mikhail returned his attention to the other blinker. He would have had a beaming smile on his face had he been in human form. "Oh? What makes you say that?"
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Post by Numquam on Dec 31, 2018 23:20:38 GMT -5
{Good Evening }
Eises blinked into the house with her eye half-squinted in response to the sudden bright surrounding. She was rubbing her wrists, which were reddened and slightly irritated. She looked up with a tired expression, only a little relieved none of the chains blinked in along with her. She stared around the lodge for several seconds, taking a while to remember that the House has done something like this before and she wasn't just in a regular room.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Dec 31, 2018 23:24:37 GMT -5
{{So basically, Annabelle's open. She's outside flinging snowballs around.}}
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Dec 31, 2018 23:49:37 GMT -5
(Yo.)
"Only a few more hours." 7S thought aloud as she watched the starry sky outside the window, adjusting her posture so she was now leaning sideways with her elbow relaxing on her favorite armrest. "Then another year of war will be over." That 'armrest', who was very much alive and standing there with his arms crossed, complained something about it just starting all over the next day, to which 7S gave him a gentle poke in the face. "Aww, just wait. I bet within the next few times we stand here like this, it'll actually be over. Then you'll be complaining about the lack of enemies to spy on." 6S let out a groan, but stopped his moping regardless. But before a response could come from the other S type, both he and the Bunker were replaced with something else entirely. 7S remained in her current position a few moments, before spinning around to take in the room. "Oh wow..." It was beautiful, like something from a old world painting. Lights were strung around all over, and decorations gave the place a festive atmosphere. She placed a hand to her chin, closing her eyes in thought. "I should know this one..." A quick check of her databank resulted in a few answers possible answers. "Uhh, Christmas? Hanukkah? Mmm, looks more like the first one I think..."
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Post by Numquam on Dec 31, 2018 23:57:14 GMT -5
Eises lightly scratched the back of her head with a small groan. At least the blink will give her some peace time, a nice break really. She slowly stretched her tired arms upward to wake herself up a little more. Feeling most of the tension gone now, she jumped to her feet with a smile. Turning around , the wolf begun to walk towards one of the windows. If this version of the living room was anything like the previous ones, then that means there should be snow outside. Her tail wagged in excitement, it was only fall in Theia which was still uncomfortably warm for her. Before she could take any steps further, she slammed straight into the sudden android that blinked in with a loud CLANG, falling straight onto her back.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jan 1, 2019 0:25:41 GMT -5
"Too bad I was stuck out on a mission during this time back home. Maybe I can improvise and get 6S something as a New Year's pres-!" Having been completely enthralled by the new room, 7S stiffened when something smacked into her from behind. Before even turning around to look, she already knew it was a person. "Damn! Are you okay?" She quickly replied, whirling around to assess what had happened. The person, it turned out, was one of the half-humans that frequented the house. It had been quite sometime since 7S had last seen this one, having to go a bit of a ways into her memory to find the last time they had met. "I'm sorry! I, um, should have been a bit more observant to the people around me instead of a bunch of lights..." If the info the Scanner had was still accurate, the other woman's name was Eises. The last time they had spoken had been in a room that had been a snowfield. A bit hesitantly, she bent over to offer the wolf hybrid a hand to help her up.
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Post by Numquam on Jan 1, 2019 0:42:10 GMT -5
Eises didn't respond for several moments, she just stared at the ceiling with a dazed look on her face. The lodge was spinning around her. Shutting her eyes tightly for several seconds before opening them again, she was greeted by the white-haired figure. The wolf inhaled sharply, cheeks warming. P-Pretty... The demitheian brought her shaky hand forward and took the android's offer of help. Getting to her feet, she shook her head in embarrassment, "S-Sorry! I didn't...see you there..."
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jan 1, 2019 2:17:33 GMT -5
7S raised her brows and tilted her head as the temperature readings from the other woman's face rose slightly, although she remained silent on the matter. She must had been embarrassed from her accident, a feeling which the Android understood very well.
In reality, the S type was completely oblivious to the real reason Eises was blushing.
Once they were both back up, "O-oh. It's fine." 7S hummed, flashing the hybrid a smile. It seemed like she was alright, a bit dazed maybe, but no permanent damage. What a relief... "Looks like whoever chose the last door picked a good one this time. This room is really... nice." Deciding to move away from the last topic to avoid anymore awkwardness between them, 7S once again took a glance around the room. "It's quite the contrast to the walls of the Bunker."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 1, 2019 12:18:57 GMT -5
Likewise, hehe ))
Kelsier couldn’t help breathing a small, nearly unnoticeable sigh of relief as his hunch proved correct and Cham didn’t relieve him of his head. That was one thing he’d already realized about this place. Back home, he was hardly safe by anyone’s standards, but at least there he had a good idea of the kind of thing that might end him, and a very good idea of how they worked and how to avoid them. While here, he was at a distinct disadvantage because not only did he have no idea what anything’s weaknesses might be, he didn’t even know what was dangerous to begin with, Oh well. Since he didn’t seem likely to blink out and never blink back in, he supposed he had plenty of time to figure this place out as well as his own world, “Wildclaw.” The mistborn repeated, committing the term to memory as he leaned forward to examine the talons she had so kindly presented to him. “I’ve never heard of a dragon before, so I guess they don’t exist in my universe. Too bad.” He woud’ve likes the idea of meeting some without having to blink anywhere first, Chamomile seemed so cool. Ah well. He smiled up at her and waved towards himself. “I don’t know whether this would be obvious to you or not, but I’m called a human. That little girl, Arlo, said some worlds have magic. May I ask whether yours does?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 1, 2019 16:58:43 GMT -5
Ougi blinked back into the winter lodge in the same place she had blinked out. She grabbed the lead to the sled again and started dragging it toward the door, mumbling something to herself about what had happened in her world since she had last vanished. A few of the words leapt out of her murmuring to earn higher clarity, like ‘aberration’, ‘kids’, and ‘problems’. She opened the door to the lodge with her free hand and the icy air blasted her in the face, short black hair flipping around from the rush. She didn’t seem to mind the chill at all though, even in no more than a high school uniform. Just like the year prior, it seemed she intended to walk around in knee-deep snow with no padding.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 1, 2019 17:06:42 GMT -5
Touka blinked in, carrying three cases of expensive imported coffee beans. “Alright, fancy-(oops!) coffee is here, still dunno why regular coffee’s so - “ She stopped short, managing to freeze before she went tumbling over the nearest table. Carefully, she set the boxes down(damn House better blink them back with her) and stood up straight, taking a breath and smiling a little at the sights. Sure, she was wearing a ridiculous sweater, but the lodge was always a nice respite from the usual chaos. Well, unless somebody set it on fire. She turned around, checking to see if she was alone...and stopped, stomach twisting instinctively as she caught sight of the person she’d been hoping to continue avoiding. Quickly, she glanced away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and studied the wallpaper. If he really did hate her now...if he didn’t want to interact with her anymore now that he knew what she was...maybe he’d just leave her alone. Maybe that was just how it would have to be now.
Hange blinked into...or rather, outside the lodge, and promptly found themself sinking into at least five feet of snow. “Hmmm...?” they muttered, looking up and squinting into the driving snow. They couldn’t really see anything...maybe, in the distance, lights. A house..? They tried to remember what had happened last...oh, yes, they’d crashed into a tree. Hard. They’d been on a mission...yes, Erwin had been leading them, but they’d lost track of the others in the blizzard. Were they lost...?
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 1, 2019 17:32:13 GMT -5
Ougi trudged out into the snow—well, for her it was not much of a trudge, as she always had an effortless demonstration of physical strength—and slammed the door noisily behind her, so hard that it made a sound as if it had broken and splintered at the hinges. She seemed mildly surprised when Hange appeared in front of her, caught in a snowdrift it would appear. “Ah, hello there.” It was her signature greeting. “Do you know how to use this?” She tugged the rope so that the sled jolted forward further into view. Unlike the two blinkers, it did not succumb to the deep snow, instead sitting on top of it.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 1, 2019 17:35:52 GMT -5
Touka instinctively stepped backwards as Rex approached, and when she looked up, her eyes darted to his weapon, holding not a small amount of caution. Why...no, logically, why was he acting like this? He’d recoiled from her, since he’d figured out what she was. She’d seen it. The way he’d begun distancing himself. She’d seen it happen before. He’d had time to think it over now...time to think about her words in a different context. If I become a threat... She narrowed her eyes, distrustful. No...it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him...she did. But to humans, she was a monster. She trusted that he would make the decision he considered safe and noble. And that... “What are you doing?” she asked simply, emotion fleeing from her voice as she spoke. Internally, she was retreating from the situation...metaphorically pulling her limbs into her shell like a turtle.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 1, 2019 17:49:42 GMT -5
Hangs whipped around, blades at the ready, as something crashed behind them. Then, they lowered the weapons and squinted at the newcomer, realizing it was far too small to be a titan at all. ....Ougi? Yes, that definitely wasn’t a member of the Survey Corps...what was Ougi doing in - Ah, of course. They were in the House again, weren’t they? It just happened to strongly resemble their world at the moment...for some unknown reason. “Hello!” they greeted enthusiastically, taking a step towards Ougi now that they’d figured out what was going on. Then, at the other’s question, they glanced down at the sled, tilting their head curiously. “Oh...I think so!” they said, nodding. “The composition is a bit different, and it’s very small, but it looks very similar to what we use to haul cargo through the snow...a sled.” They paused, blinking. But there was no cargo?
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 1, 2019 18:05:02 GMT -5
Ougi lowered both arms calmly when Hange swung around to face her. The other blinker was on edge from something in their world, she analyzed. Even more curious was their enthusiasm when they realized just who was standing before them. The student's neck was straight, and shoulders down to show unthreatening body language; even if an attempt to threaten this one was made, it was clear their friendly disposition would not be penetrated by it. Come to think of it, she had seen Hange quite often throughout her time at the Paradox House--perhaps it was their personality that made them so resilient. No... She was assuming that character traits could dictate one's survival rate. She was also assuming that prolonged blinking into this place equated to survival. These jumps were too vast, even for her. But realizing her fault only made the real answer more elusive and interesting. Her cheeks rose very slightly, causing her eyes to squint-kindly or maliciously, it was up to interpretation. "Yes, it is a sled. I have never ridden one before," she explained concisely. She hardly skipped a beat before adding what was on her mind, offering the sled's reins to Hange while she spoke. "Precisely how much time has passed in your world since you first began appearing here?"
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