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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 2, 2019 12:41:24 GMT -5
Fascinating. She didn’t get tired exactly, but it was a bit like using a muscle, apparently. As she spoke of her life, he found himself relating to it more than he’d expected to, and even felt s rush of sympathy as she explained how powerful she was. He, too, was more powerful than most of the people from his world, and while he wouldn’t trade his abilities for anything he understood how lonely it could be. He wondered if she had any friends back home. She was nice enough, nicer than him, anyway. “As long as I have metals, I can use them.” He explained, tucking the vial safely back in his pocket as he spoke. “I guess it has more to do with using the powers the metals already have. There’s nothing in me to replenish, just like you don’t have to fuel yourself to be able to eat, as the energy comes from the food,” Well, you did use energy to eat, so he supposed it wasn’t a perfect analogy, but he hoped it got his point across. “So this Mana.” He continued, chewing his lip, a curious glint in his hazel eyes. “Is that like my metals, or does your body make it on its own? Where does it come from?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 2, 2019 12:43:12 GMT -5
“None whatsoever,” confirmed Hange, delighted that Ougi also seemed to have an interest in this discussion. “And yes, you’re correct - I do have a certain affinity for the titans - mainly because I have devoted my life to learning about them. But my affections only reach so far - my end goal is simply their extermination, leading to the freedom of humanity.” They climbed out of the sled just in case it began to slide backwards again - not that they didn’t want to go again, but rather, they didn’t want to climb the slope again. “Ah, yes - human-based. Certain humans, in my world, have the ability to grow a titan form around themselves, leaving them wrapped in a cocoon-like state inside the titan’s neck. They basically serve as the titans’ brain, thus rendering any human-based titan much more intelligent than their regular counterparts.”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 2, 2019 12:55:04 GMT -5
"An obvious display of the human-aberration relationship, I believe," Ougi murmured, half to herself when the other blinker explained the human-based titans to her. She watched Hange rise from the sled to her level and rolled her shoulders back slightly. "But what do you mean by 'ability'?" she continued. "That these humans elect to become titans?" Or perhaps that it is an innate, yet uncontrollable ability. Like a parasite. She turned the corners of her mouth down, as if something stinted the course of her thoughts, and her eyes became more aware of the person standing before her. "Would you like to go inside? Surely you're cold. As am I." She said. Even as she stood there, having not shown signs of a chill since stepping outside of the lodge.
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Post by Lark on Jan 2, 2019 13:01:50 GMT -5
Noah jumped slightly at the feeling of someone brushing against him, his eyes widening as his thin frame tensed. He took another (unneeded) deep breath once the presence of someone else registered. "That's okay," he murmured in response, offering what he hoped was a smile. He couldn't really be certain what he looked like, especially not in the House. Sheepishly, he rubbed at the smudge on his cheek. "I shouldn't have been in the way, sorry," he added, his words genuine. He tilted his head upon looking at the other person. He'd never seen him before, that was for certain. And he wasn't great around new people, but this guy didn't seem bad... (Here ya go!) The reporter saw a movement when he turned around, a figment of his imagination seemed probable more than anything. "No, pal you're fine, really, its bad timing on the house's part anways." Eddie fussed giving Noah a reassuring look in return for the smile? Well, life was tough on everybody so anything goes. He lowered his hand offering it to the ghost not clueing in the other blinker was a supernatural entity. "Eddie Brock, newbie blinker? I guess that's what people call themselved here." He shrugged carelessly.
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Post by Lark on Jan 2, 2019 13:21:26 GMT -5
(Maybe a room focused on sight seeing? Or herding reindeer, its all up to you!) Salsa's pale gaze continued to look upon the closest of the doors nearest Vanessa's side. "That's a shame." She clicked her tongue. "Let me guess, dragons in your world were too smug to talk to anyone else besides their own kind? Oh, yes, about them....you see, humans seemed to take a liking towards harvesting and tinkering with magic but they played around with what they didn't understand. They managed to disappear after some catastrophe that very few know about or bother finding out since then, now there's beasts of all kind to replace their forgotten existence." She clamored on before her elongated feathers perked up dramatically. "Didn't mean to dampen the mood right there and then! Though if you must know I don't tend to stay in one spot in my world, there's always something to keep myself busy, my job isn't a reliable one as a tracker." The wildclaw's torn wings tucked tightly into her side as she approached the door that the other blinker had chosen, her head tilting as she began to stick her neck inside the door frame. "Mhm!" She agreed with a joyful mumble once passing through the dark doorway making room for her companion to squeeze through. (*snorts* I'd love to see Vanessa try and herd reindeer.) The door opened into a large stretch of forest and empty, snowy plains. Vanessa, not dressed for it at all, shivered. "Yes, they are rather smug in my world," she admitted. Her breath clouded in front of her face. Snow crackled under her shoes, which she at least had. She didn't like the thought that she could have been walking around in her bare feet. Though slippers weren't exactly the best. Tracker ... "What do you track?" Vanessa asked. She frowned at the surroundings. There were a few animals around - reindeer? - but they were closer to the trees. "Any idea what is going on?" she asked. "With this room, I mean." (And here we go!) Salsa, unlike her now shivering companion, couldn't help to let a grin grow on her face once the land the frost biten land surrounded them revealed itself. She opened her shimmering wings covering overhead as the air began to blast them with waves of snow and cold air. The meshing of the ground beneath her noiseless steps accompanied her now hushed voice. "Tracking anything. Pirceless heirlooms, lost familliars, clueless dragons, you name it and I'll get it for you." She confidently puffed her chest spotting a shape in the corner of her eye. The shape itself had not taken notice of their presence as it grazed with ease on the scraps of autumn's grass. "Room wise we've gotta finish some task, so I'll take the gandor we're going to have to take a closer look at those beasts."
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Post by strider on Jan 2, 2019 13:26:46 GMT -5
Crutchie appeared, a wide grin on his face as he barreled through the room, his crutch barely slowing him down. "'Ey, JoJo, Finch, Romeo wait!" he giggled, slowing to a stop once he realized he had blinked. He took a deep breath, trying to catch his bearings and slow his racing heart. He tucked his remaining papers back into his bag, leaning against the wall for a little bit of extra support as his breath evened out. He wasn't used to running so much, but when he got a chance to roughhouse and play with his friends... well, he was likely to take it, even if it meant his leg hurt a bit more in the morning. He looked around, suddenly aware of the temperature shift. It was warmer in here than it had been at home, which was nice. It meant his few meager layers were actually enough, for once.
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Post by Lark on Jan 2, 2019 13:42:58 GMT -5
Noah looked down and shook Eddie's hand more confidently than it seemed someone like him could. He could feel some of Eddie's heat transfer to his own ice-cold skin. Hopefully the other blinker just assumed he had poor circulation or something. "You're awfully calm to be new," Noah observed, his smile growing a bit as Eddie revealed himself to be relatively laid back - or so seeming. He moved his hand back, tugging at a torn hem on his sweater. "I'm Noah." He had decided firmly by then not to give a last name. It didn't belong to him anymore. His last name hadn't belonged to him for a long time. The confidence found within the shake left the man pondering maybe the other blinker wasn't too comfortable with physical touch. He couldn't help but shoot him another calming glance as once the shake was done he shoved his hands covered in bracelets into the pickets of his leather jacket. "Yeah, well, if stuff like this happens to you after awhile it'll lose the scare factor, right?" He replied non-chalantly as if being taken by a mysterious entity was no big deal. For all he cared, the damn thing could do whatever it wanted to do to him and he wouldn't bat an eye. Negativity aside, Eddie continued to run his mouth without much of a filter. "Noah, huh? How long have you been coming here? You don't seem all that shaken by the house either." The guy in front of him was uneasy as a pigeon with a broken wing, to rub him the wrong way would only result in a bitter connection.
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Post by strider on Jan 2, 2019 13:58:25 GMT -5
Noah was a coward. There was really only one way to put it. He was terrified of so many things, but he supposed that was only natural for a boy who'd literally been murdered by his "best friend." But maybe Eddie was right on that account... if you had to put up with the mind-numbingly terrifying constantly, maybe it got easier. He'd been scared by the House at first, too, but it had been kinder to him than his world had been... he shook the thought away. "Does other stuff like this happen to you in your world?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Hm? Oh. I think... four years? Maybe? I'm not good at time." He remembered the day he'd first blinked in. He remembered the wonder and excitement at it. He remembered being blinked back, then blinking in once again, just in time to die. He wasn't sure how long it had been since that had happened. "A while now, I guess."
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Post by Sησω on Jan 2, 2019 14:41:35 GMT -5
Crutchie appeared, a wide grin on his face as he barreled through the room, his crutch barely slowing him down. "'Ey, JoJo, Finch, Romeo wait!" he giggled, slowing to a stop once he realized he had blinked. He took a deep breath, trying to catch his bearings and slow his racing heart. He tucked his remaining papers back into his bag, leaning against the wall for a little bit of extra support as his breath evened out. He wasn't used to running so much, but when he got a chance to roughhouse and play with his friends... well, he was likely to take it, even if it meant his leg hurt a bit more in the morning. He looked around, suddenly aware of the temperature shift. It was warmer in here than it had been at home, which was nice. It meant his few meager layers were actually enough, for once. May was snapped out of her thoughts as Crutchie blinked in a few feet away and ran past her. Taking a quick glance at him, she found that he was another unfamiliar person. "Hello!" she greeted cheerfully, stepping forward. The memories of the few times she'd been here were definitely coming back now. Right now she figured that this was a room.
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Post by Lark on Jan 2, 2019 15:26:10 GMT -5
Fascinating. She didn’t get tired exactly, but it was a bit like using a muscle, apparently. As she spoke of her life, he found himself relating to it more than he’d expected to, and even felt s rush of sympathy as she explained how powerful she was. He, too, was more powerful than most of the people from his world, and while he wouldn’t trade his abilities for anything he understood how lonely it could be. He wondered if she had any friends back home. She was nice enough, nicer than him, anyway. “As long as I have metals, I can use them.” He explained, tucking the vial safely back in his pocket as he spoke. “I guess it has more to do with using the powers the metals already have. There’s nothing in me to replenish, just like you don’t have to fuel yourself to be able to eat, as the energy comes from the food,” Well, you did use energy to eat, so he supposed it wasn’t a perfect analogy, but he hoped it got his point across. “So this Mana.” He continued, chewing his lip, a curious glint in his hazel eyes. “Is that like my metals, or does your body make it on its own? Where does it come from?” (Oh boy all this lore 👀) Chamomile was unsure of what was going on inside Kelsier's mind but respected him enough to not press on. Many would gloss over her miniscule presence unless needed for her daily duties or healing abilities in her world. Yet being in the house she had been adressed by others as a friend, an equal. The mere thought resulted in her gaining a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Ah, then the metal you have there....its merely magical in nature?" She blinked her bright eyes in confusion. Her knowledge of the arcana was a bit limited to that of a scrappy novice for the gained experience had sunk in more than the texts she had read from sunrise to sunset. "My world is the source of magic but I cannot make it, I can only use it and store it within myself. I can recall being told the magic comes from the gods that spread their magic of the world or at the least are avatars of their element, most beings take in and give back what the world has so the magic itself is never destroyed or created."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 2, 2019 16:42:38 GMT -5
"An obvious display of the human-aberration relationship, I believe," Ougi murmured, half to herself when the other blinker explained the human-based titans to her. She watched Hange rise from the sled to her level and rolled her shoulders back slightly. "But what do you mean by 'ability'?" she continued. "That these humans elect to become titans?" Or perhaps that it is an innate, yet uncontrollable ability. Like a parasite. She turned the corners of her mouth down, as if something stinted the course of her thoughts, and her eyes became more aware of the person standing before her. "Would you like to go inside? Surely you're cold. As am I." She said. Even as she stood there, having not shown signs of a chill since stepping outside of the lodge. “Correct,” said Hange, raising a finger. “Humans may elect to become titans, or, in certain cases, the ability seems to be innate. One human currently in my care is a young boy who seems to have been forcibly turned, so that also appears to be a possibility.” As Ougi brought up the cold, they gave a shrug. “If you like. I’m fairly used to the cold, but I certainly wouldn’t object to a warm fire.” Having said that, they began to make their way towards the lodge door, turning to glance curiously at their companion. “What do you mean by ‘abberation’?” they asked, tilting their head. “We call certain titans aberrations because of their tendency to fail to follow ‘normal’ titan behavior, but you seem to be using the term a bit more broadly.”
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Post by strider on Jan 2, 2019 16:47:18 GMT -5
Crutchie appeared, a wide grin on his face as he barreled through the room, his crutch barely slowing him down. "'Ey, JoJo, Finch, Romeo wait!" he giggled, slowing to a stop once he realized he had blinked. He took a deep breath, trying to catch his bearings and slow his racing heart. He tucked his remaining papers back into his bag, leaning against the wall for a little bit of extra support as his breath evened out. He wasn't used to running so much, but when he got a chance to roughhouse and play with his friends... well, he was likely to take it, even if it meant his leg hurt a bit more in the morning. He looked around, suddenly aware of the temperature shift. It was warmer in here than it had been at home, which was nice. It meant his few meager layers were actually enough, for once. May was snapped out of her thoughts as Crutchie blinked in a few feet away and ran past her. Taking a quick glance at him, she found that he was another unfamiliar person. "Hello!" she greeted cheerfully, stepping forward. The memories of the few times she'd been here were definitely coming back now. Right now she figured that this was a room. "'ello!" Crutchie returned, grinning broadly. He held his hand out as he approached May, curious as he hadn't seen her before. He knew he was blinking in on a sort of weird schedule... or else he'd just not blinked in a while, but he found more and more that the people he saw when he blinked in were unfamiliar. Not that he minded. They all seemed nice enough, with a few exceptions. "Names Crutchie," he introduced himself. "What's yours?"
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 2, 2019 17:05:32 GMT -5
“Oh?” Ougi’s eyes widened slightly with intrigue; it only made the dark color of them seem to expand. “You have a human who was previously one of these titans, and is no longer? How did you turn them back?” she questioned. As the student followed Hange toward the lodge, she nodded quaintly. “Ah, I mean it in a similar way. Aberrations are of course, something straying from the ordinary. Wouldn’t you consider the existence of these titans at all to be, well, extraordinary?”
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Post by Sησω on Jan 2, 2019 17:39:11 GMT -5
Winter Lodge // May "My name is May. Nice to meet you," the white-haired woman introduced. While she had experience with numerous different creatures in her world, she didn't exactly interact with them. The only real conversations she'd had were with her twin sister, Ray, and Lefswil. It kind of made the House exciting - she had only blinked in a few times and already she'd gotten to meet multiple people. What was even more interesting was the fact that most of them had a humanoid form, unlike the animals Lefswil had been creating. Possibly I can use it as a suggestion, she thought, making sure to stuff the idea in the back of her mind. Hopefully she'd remember when she blinked out.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 2, 2019 21:29:29 GMT -5
(Computer decided to crash on me. Back now.) Maladict had been frozen stiff through Mikhail's whole attempt to set things on fire. He watched the tree burn with his lips pressed together. Mostly, this was out of worry. But truly, he was impressed. It was just the whole ... well ... he had been worried about the dragon for a bit now. "Nice," he said, nodding at the smoking husk of the tree. He tried to actually put some life in his voice, but it really didn't work. "Oh ..." He thought over how best to respond to Mikhail's question, then said, "Because most of the ones from my world are smaller." He leaned over, hand indicating something which would have reached about the height of his shins. "Head comes about here. And they look ..." The best word he could come up with was 'dopey'. But he settled for, "Unimpressive. They usually live in swamps. I've heard a few countries recognize them as pets, but I think they'd be crazy to do it. They can't breath fire ... they can just explode. The other type ..." He hesitated. "The other type look more like you. But they aren't supposed to exist." These 'small dragons' sounded even less exciting then wyverns, which Mikhail didn't even think was possible. "Are you sure those are dragons? There's no way a real dragon would not be able to breath fire, or allow himself to be called a pe-..." He stopped talking before he finished that last word, before looking away awkwardly. "Umm, I-I mean a real dragon doesn't just explode! Er, Yeah!" Memories of constantly being called 'Zero's pet dragon' came flooding into his mind. So what if he used to haul her around all over on his back, and had always been at her beck and call. That didn't make him her pet! Probably... It didn't matter anyway. The times he spent with her were his most cherished memories regardless. It still had only been a few months since she left him, and the mental wound was still quite raw. Mikhail had started spacing out while Maladict was talking, but he still managed to catch the last part of what the vampire said. "What do you mean 'not supposed to exist'? Like ghosts? Oooh! Are they ghost dragons?" He perked up again in excitement at the thought, eyes locking onto Maladict in anticipation. "Never said they were considered impressive," said Maladict. "They're the closest we have to dragons, however. Dragons out of myth, at any rate. You're the sort who is more myth than actual flesh on the Disc." He could understand, in some way, how Mikhail felt. "Their fire powers," he said. "Supposedly adapted into that to explode. Devolved, really. I don't see how it's an improvement." Swamp dragons were stupid, in the vampire's opinion. "I ... suppose they could be called ghost dragons," he said. "They don't exist in the world anymore. They exist in an alternate dimension, maybe? Or dreams? Or maybe the wizards in other countries just do weird things sometimes. You sometimes hear about dragons in my world. But it's always 'my second cousin Ronald heard it from his wife Betty and she heard it from the person who delivered the mail, who heard it from the turnip man'. And then they insist this source is reliable. If you get my meaning?" Part of him didn't think Mikhail would get his meaning. So he asked instead, "What's your world like?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 2, 2019 22:40:22 GMT -5
(*snorts* I'd love to see Vanessa try and herd reindeer.) The door opened into a large stretch of forest and empty, snowy plains. Vanessa, not dressed for it at all, shivered. "Yes, they are rather smug in my world," she admitted. Her breath clouded in front of her face. Snow crackled under her shoes, which she at least had. She didn't like the thought that she could have been walking around in her bare feet. Though slippers weren't exactly the best. Tracker ... "What do you track?" Vanessa asked. She frowned at the surroundings. There were a few animals around - reindeer? - but they were closer to the trees. "Any idea what is going on?" she asked. "With this room, I mean." (And here we go!) Salsa, unlike her now shivering companion, couldn't help to let a grin grow on her face once the land the frost biten land surrounded them revealed itself. She opened her shimmering wings covering overhead as the air began to blast them with waves of snow and cold air. The meshing of the ground beneath her noiseless steps accompanied her now hushed voice. "Tracking anything. Pirceless heirlooms, lost familliars, clueless dragons, you name it and I'll get it for you." She confidently puffed her chest spotting a shape in the corner of her eye. The shape itself had not taken notice of their presence as it grazed with ease on the scraps of autumn's grass. "Room wise we've gotta finish some task, so I'll take the gandor we're going to have to take a closer look at those beasts." (Back! After an age. @.@ ) "Them?" said Vanessa, nodding her head in the direction of the reindeer. She seemed a bit surprised, but she supposed she shouldn't have been. Instead, she walked over in that direction, making sure to keep pace with Salsa. "And what do you suggest we do with them." A couple of the deer had raised their head and where now looking over in their direction. They weren't as big as Salsa, at least. "Think we're supposed to feed them or something?" Vanessa asked, eyebrow raising. "Or get them to do something? Flying seems to be the expectation in some cultures." She pointed to them. They were still looking in their direction, not shying away. Honestly, it make Vanessa's skin tingle. Something was up with that.
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Post by Lark on Jan 2, 2019 23:36:18 GMT -5
Noah was a coward. There was really only one way to put it. He was terrified of so many things, but he supposed that was only natural for a boy who'd literally been murdered by his "best friend." But maybe Eddie was right on that account... if you had to put up with the mind-numbingly terrifying constantly, maybe it got easier. He'd been scared by the House at first, too, but it had been kinder to him than his world had been... he shook the thought away. "Does other stuff like this happen to you in your world?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Hm? Oh. I think... four years? Maybe? I'm not good at time." He remembered the day he'd first blinked in. He remembered the wonder and excitement at it. He remembered being blinked back, then blinking in once again, just in time to die. He wasn't sure how long it had been since that had happened. "A while now, I guess." Eddie himself wasn't so fearless he made himself to be as he'd rarely leave his comfort zones while some things had happened to him as well that only drove him deeper to despise certain things. He had yet to take any clue of what everyone else had fared in their own worlds only being told that it can get rough for others from time to time since he first blinked in that accursed night. "You could say that. Shouldn't get too complacent but when you see aliens or super powered people compared to any of this, that happens here too but the scenery is a welcomed change - interior design is good compared to some apartments I've seen in my whole life." He gestures with his hands to the open lodge around them. "Mhm, times not my specialty either kid." Being a responsible person was also not a specialty of his. What a shocker!
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Post by Lark on Jan 2, 2019 23:56:58 GMT -5
(And here we go!) Salsa, unlike her now shivering companion, couldn't help to let a grin grow on her face once the land the frost biten land surrounded them revealed itself. She opened her shimmering wings covering overhead as the air began to blast them with waves of snow and cold air. The meshing of the ground beneath her noiseless steps accompanied her now hushed voice. "Tracking anything. Priceless heirlooms, lost familiars, clueless dragons, you name it and I'll get it for you." She confidently puffed her chest spotting a shape in the corner of her eye. The shape itself had not taken notice of their presence as it grazed with ease on the scraps of autumn's grass. "Room wise we've gotta finish some task, so I'll take the gandor we're going to have to take a closer look at those beasts." (Back! After an age. @.@ ) "Them?" said Vanessa, nodding her head in the direction of the reindeer. She seemed a bit surprised, but she supposed she shouldn't have been. Instead, she walked over in that direction, making sure to keep pace with Salsa. "And what do you suggest we do with them." A couple of the deer had raised their head and where now looking over in their direction. They weren't as big as Salsa, at least. "Think we're supposed to feed them or something?" Vanessa asked, eyebrow raising. "Or get them to do something? Flying seems to be the expectation in some cultures." She pointed to them. They were still looking in their direction, not shying away. Honestly, it make Vanessa's skin tingle. Something was up with that. "Don't see any other fellows wandering about so I would assume they're our target." Salsa mused as she began to pluck out a long, scratchy set of ropes from her two toned cape. She peered over at the narcoblix with a troubled look, a quick look over before she fixed her gaze upon the hoofed figures in the distance. In her time of wandering over the heckling lands of Sornieth she had never laid her eyes on reindeer, the closest thing they resembled to was elk. "Better to be cautious around them if that would be the case. By flying you mean these things don't just sprout wings from their backs? Oh gods that would be a pain."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 3, 2019 3:06:17 GMT -5
(Back! After an age. @.@ ) "Them?" said Vanessa, nodding her head in the direction of the reindeer. She seemed a bit surprised, but she supposed she shouldn't have been. Instead, she walked over in that direction, making sure to keep pace with Salsa. "And what do you suggest we do with them." A couple of the deer had raised their head and where now looking over in their direction. They weren't as big as Salsa, at least. "Think we're supposed to feed them or something?" Vanessa asked, eyebrow raising. "Or get them to do something? Flying seems to be the expectation in some cultures." She pointed to them. They were still looking in their direction, not shying away. Honestly, it make Vanessa's skin tingle. Something was up with that. "Don't see any other fellows wandering about so I would assume they're our target." Salsa mused as she began to pluck out a long, scratchy set of ropes from her two toned cape. She peered over at the narcoblix with a troubled look, a quick look over before she fixed her gaze upon the hoofed figures in the distance. In her time of wandering over the heckling lands of Sornieth she had never laid her eyes on reindeer, the closest thing they resembled to was elk. "Better to be cautious around them if that would be the case. By flying you mean these things don't just sprout wings from their backs? Oh gods that would be a pain." Logical, Vanessa mentally agreed. "Well," she said. "They are not supposed to fly with wings. At least not that I have ever heard of. Without them, by magic I assume." She nodded to the rope. "I could possible lasso one, but I wouldn't know if that was the point. Should we get closer?" She didn't wait for the Wildclaw and instead hesitantly stalked forward. Those reindeer were clearly giving them the eye now. Looking at them without fear, which Vanessa would have expected from wild creatures. A couple walked forward slowly. The difference, she thought. Was they are not looking at us like they are domesticated. They appear to be far too ... unusual for that. "Can you fly above them?" she questioned Salsa, coming to a stop. Something was off. Maybe there was something in the middle of the herd? They seemed to be clustering in a fairly large group. Or maybe they were blocking something? She wouldn't want to wade through those animals if she could avoid it. They might step on her.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jan 3, 2019 4:43:31 GMT -5
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 3, 2019 17:54:18 GMT -5
Fascinating. She didn’t get tired exactly, but it was a bit like using a muscle, apparently. As she spoke of her life, he found himself relating to it more than he’d expected to, and even felt s rush of sympathy as she explained how powerful she was. He, too, was more powerful than most of the people from his world, and while he wouldn’t trade his abilities for anything he understood how lonely it could be. He wondered if she had any friends back home. She was nice enough, nicer than him, anyway. “As long as I have metals, I can use them.” He explained, tucking the vial safely back in his pocket as he spoke. “I guess it has more to do with using the powers the metals already have. There’s nothing in me to replenish, just like you don’t have to fuel yourself to be able to eat, as the energy comes from the food,” Well, you did use energy to eat, so he supposed it wasn’t a perfect analogy, but he hoped it got his point across. “So this Mana.” He continued, chewing his lip, a curious glint in his hazel eyes. “Is that like my metals, or does your body make it on its own? Where does it come from?” (Oh boy all this lore 👀) Chamomile was unsure of what was going on inside Kelsier's mind but respected him enough to not press on. Many would gloss over her miniscule presence unless needed for her daily duties or healing abilities in her world. Yet being in the house she had been adressed by others as a friend, an equal. The mere thought resulted in her gaining a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Ah, then the metal you have there....its merely magical in nature?" She blinked her bright eyes in confusion. Her knowledge of the arcana was a bit limited to that of a scrappy novice for the gained experience had sunk in more than the texts she had read from sunrise to sunset. "My world is the source of magic but I cannot make it, I can only use it and store it within myself. I can recall being told the magic comes from the gods that spread their magic of the world or at the least are avatars of their element, most beings take in and give back what the world has so the magic itself is never destroyed or created." Kelsier nodded slowly as a picture of her world began to form in his mind. Well, not visually, as he had no way of know what her world looked like. But the mechanics of it were beginning to make the same sense as his own world’s did, which was a reassuring discovery in a place that seemed to make no sense. ”I suppose you could say that. Expecially if magic is the word you’re used to using, that’s probably the most accurate description I could give you.” He agreed after a pause as he considered her, meeting her curious gaze with his own, and returning the grin with his own loose, easy smile. “In my universe, my abilities are called ‘allomancy’, and not even I know all there is about it. There may yet be some powerful alloys that no one’s found yet.” The dragon’s description made him nod again, and his smile deepened. “Allomancy is similar. The core rule of the universe is that with every action, there is an equal reaction. With every push, a pull. And once you realize that, you can manipulate your surroundings to do exactly as you please, while proving almost impossible to anticipate.”
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Lark
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Post by Lark on Jan 4, 2019 11:39:50 GMT -5
"Don't see any other fellows wandering about so I would assume they're our target." Salsa mused as she began to pluck out a long, scratchy set of ropes from her two toned cape. She peered over at the narcoblix with a troubled look, a quick look over before she fixed her gaze upon the hoofed figures in the distance. In her time of wandering over the heckling lands of Sornieth she had never laid her eyes on reindeer, the closest thing they resembled to was elk. "Better to be cautious around them if that would be the case. By flying you mean these things don't just sprout wings from their backs? Oh gods that would be a pain." Logical, Vanessa mentally agreed. "Well," she said. "They are not supposed to fly with wings. At least not that I have ever heard of. Without them, by magic I assume." She nodded to the rope. "I could possible lasso one, but I wouldn't know if that was the point. Should we get closer?" She didn't wait for the Wildclaw and instead hesitantly stalked forward. Those reindeer were clearly giving them the eye now. Looking at them without fear, which Vanessa would have expected from wild creatures. A couple walked forward slowly. The difference, she thought. Was they are not looking at us like they are domesticated. They appear to be far too ... unusual for that. "Can you fly above them?" she questioned Salsa, coming to a stop. Something was off. Maybe there was something in the middle of the herd? They seemed to be clustering in a fairly large group. Or maybe they were blocking something? She wouldn't want to wade through those animals if she could avoid it. They might step on her. Logical was a stretch for the haughty wildclaw who was more catious than anything. They didn't know much about these hoofed figures out in the distance though from their body language, they show some sign of awareness they weren't all alone in the field as they thought they were but indifferent on the surface. "To fly above them with all these trees could spook them but my steps leave no sound to be heard. If need be, yes I could fly over them if there really are no other plans." Salsa consoled Vanesa as she twirled the rough rope steadily between her dexterous hands. "Wait, I can get a better view up and these ones are starting to block the view anyhow. Wanna hop on or stay and distract 'em for me?" An offer outstretched along with a wink from the older blinker.
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Post by Lark on Jan 4, 2019 12:33:31 GMT -5
(Oh boy all this lore 👀) Chamomile was unsure of what was going on inside Kelsier's mind but respected him enough to not press on. Many would gloss over her miniscule presence unless needed for her daily duties or healing abilities in her world. Yet being in the house she had been adressed by others as a friend, an equal. The mere thought resulted in her gaining a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Ah, then the metal you have there....its merely magical in nature?" She blinked her bright eyes in confusion. Her knowledge of the arcana was a bit limited to that of a scrappy novice for the gained experience had sunk in more than the texts she had read from sunrise to sunset. "My world is the source of magic but I cannot make it, I can only use it and store it within myself. I can recall being told the magic comes from the gods that spread their magic of the world or at the least are avatars of their element, most beings take in and give back what the world has so the magic itself is never destroyed or created." Kelsier nodded slowly as a picture of her world began to form in his mind. Well, not visually, as he had no way of know what her world looked like. But the mechanics of it were beginning to make the same sense as his own world’s did, which was a reassuring discovery in a place that seemed to make no sense. ”I suppose you could say that. Expecially if magic is the word you’re used to using, that’s probably the most accurate description I could give you.” He agreed after a pause as he considered her, meeting her curious gaze with his own, and returning the grin with his own loose, easy smile. “In my universe, my abilities are called ‘allomancy’, and not even I know all there is about it. There may yet be some powerful alloys that no one’s found yet.” The dragon’s description made him nod again, and his smile deepened. “Allomancy is similar. The core rule of the universe is that with every action, there is an equal reaction. With every push, a pull. And once you realize that, you can manipulate your surroundings to do exactly as you please, while proving almost impossible to anticipate.” What reassured them both was being two completely different beings who could deal with the unknown together. Perhaps within time, she'd come more to an understanding of metal for she knew more about nature than dragon-man made materials crafted by their own hands or dug with their bare claws. "If possible does allmomancy comes from the metal itself did you teach yourself this skill? My own skill is one that needs constant honing elsewise I may falter though some are convinced one is already born with magical potential." She drew forth a reasoning, some facts about herself, behind her line of curious questioning. Meeting the eyes of the eased mistborn give her a tingle of joy despite the chances she'd meet someone so similar had been unlikely yet Kelsier stood right in front of her. "Impossible to anticipate you say?" The line earns the other blinker a coy grin, cracking her formerly stoic exterior. "What would such action entail from the likes of you?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 4, 2019 18:33:25 GMT -5
Kelsier shifted, and the strips of fabric hanging from his gray cloak shifted with him like feathers on a bird. He didn’t know much about the type of magic she was describing, either, and he was quite enjoying learning about something so completely unfamiliar to him. Allomancy was so central to him that he was was no longer used to being the one who needed something explained, it was exciting to switch back to being a student for a little while. “That’s a complicated question.” He said slowly, the skin between his eyes creasing as he thought. Did it come from the metal? Well, yes, but not everyone was physically capable of using it, so in that way it came from him too, didn’t it? He reached up and scratched his head absentmindedly. “I didn’t have to learn the skill, no, but I do have to practice using it if I want to be any good. It’s pretty complicated m even if you have all the context of my universe, which you don’t, but...I’m a mistborn.” He grinned. “Yeah, meaningless without context, I know. But it just means my body can use the metals I ingest, which is what gives me my powers. So I guess my answer is that it is the metal that the power comes from, but only certain people can actually use it.” “As for that last question,” Kelsier let himself pause, his playful smirk still at the shadowing the edges of his lips. “I get into my fair share of trouble. You see, I have this bad habit of forgetting to look away when I’m supposed to, and then I see all kinds of things that make me have to go and do something about it.” A more serious glint lit his hazel eyes. “In my universe, there are some very bad people. They also happen to be the ones who make, and enforce, the laws. Somehow I doubt that’s a coincidence, but the end result is the same.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 4, 2019 19:13:13 GMT -5
“Well, yes, in a manner of speaking,” said Hange, nodding thoughtfully along as Ougi continued to quiz them. “Human-based titans can only keep their titan form for a certain amount of time before the titan body degrades around them. So most of the time, they are in human form...but we have yet to find a way to remove the power completely. That is, they may look like a normal human, but as of right now, there’s no way to make them truly so.” They narrowed their eyes at the second question, thinking. “Hmmm....I suppose so. But titans have been around as long as anyone can remember. So to us, they’re not particularly ‘abnormal’, any more than the walls around our city or the dogs roaming our homes.”
Touka nodded, relaxing a little as they seemed to slip back into the normal rhythm of things. Well, maybe not ‘normal’, but at least, positive. “As long as it doesn’t involve fire, I’m in,” she said, remembering the stories from the last time the lodge came into existence. She followed Rex’s gaze to the door, hearing the voices coming from behind it, supposedly, out in the snow. “Guess we could go see what everybody else is up to?
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jan 4, 2019 19:50:55 GMT -5
“Ah, I see...” Ougi was adding to her mental notes while Hange explained it to her. She wrapped her hand around the handle of the door to the lodge—it made a thick, hearty sound as she thrust it open and the snow that had been stuck to it, nearly sealing it, flung off onto the ground. What Hange said next was an interesting observation. “Is it possible that your universe in general and your knowledge of it are an aberration? Surely you could think of mine as one, as you have never been there. It is not a simple task to believe the unbelievable, a reality so different from your own that someone claims exists. But there are several people here from my time and place, therefore yours is the adverse.” She looked down her nose at the other blinker while she stood in the doorway, waiting for them to enter. It was a stare of simple intrigue, but judgement nonetheless. “Have you ever considered that you don’t exist?”
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jan 5, 2019 1:45:30 GMT -5
Lynx 17 blinked into the.... living room? The omnic turned around, antennae cocked up and forwards in surprise. The room was warm and cozy, with an electric fire crackling in a large rock fireplace while the walls and open beams were wrapped with garland. A large Christmas tree stood in the corner tastefully decorated with tinsel and lights. In the air wafted the scent of pine cones and peppermint, and a table nearby was brimming with food. Well then, wasn't this festive? Wary but intrigued, Lynx ran their silver fingers along the edge of the table, checking.... well, not exactly sure what to check for. Traps maybe.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 5, 2019 2:22:11 GMT -5
Logical, Vanessa mentally agreed. "Well," she said. "They are not supposed to fly with wings. At least not that I have ever heard of. Without them, by magic I assume." She nodded to the rope. "I could possible lasso one, but I wouldn't know if that was the point. Should we get closer?" She didn't wait for the Wildclaw and instead hesitantly stalked forward. Those reindeer were clearly giving them the eye now. Looking at them without fear, which Vanessa would have expected from wild creatures. A couple walked forward slowly. The difference, she thought. Was they are not looking at us like they are domesticated. They appear to be far too ... unusual for that. "Can you fly above them?" she questioned Salsa, coming to a stop. Something was off. Maybe there was something in the middle of the herd? They seemed to be clustering in a fairly large group. Or maybe they were blocking something? She wouldn't want to wade through those animals if she could avoid it. They might step on her. Logical was a stretch for the haughty wildclaw who was more catious than anything. They didn't know much about these hoofed figures out in the distance though from their body language, they show some sign of awareness they weren't all alone in the field as they thought they were but indifferent on the surface. "To fly above them with all these trees could spook them but my steps leave no sound to be heard. If need be, yes I could fly over them if there really are no other plans." Salsa consoled Vanesa as she twirled the rough rope steadily between her dexterous hands. "Wait, I can get a better view up and these ones are starting to block the view anyhow. Wanna hop on or stay and distract 'em for me?" An offer outstretched along with a wink from the older blinker. (My eternally poofy self is here!) Vanessa looked up at Salsa, eyebrow raising. She personally did not want to, as the dragon said, 'hop on'. That was putting more trust in the wildclaw than she currently held. But she wasn't going to say that, nor did she let it show on her face. "I am better at distraction," she admitted. "I can probably keep attention on myself." Though distracting anything from a dragon could be tricky. But she dipped her head to Salsa and walked forward, crouching a little to keep low to the ground and aware of her surrounding. She wanted to get a bit closer before she started anything distracting. So, instead, she watched the herd without much worry. They were just reindeer. Why should she be this wary of them? But Salsa was calling the shots for this one. So the blix waited until she was close enough and then stood straight, waving her hands a bit. "Greetings," she said. All heads turned in her direction, which Vanessa assumed was 'weird creature randomly appeared??? what we do now???' in reindeer. She sighed. Distractions were often times improve. "Eat any good grass lately?" I am talking like I expect them to answer, she mused. Then again, I was just talking to a dragon.
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