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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Feb 18, 2019 20:57:22 GMT -5
Joey continued to stand idly watching the scene unfold. The way this guy held himself made his circus act seem more plausible, realer than what he'd given him. "Cutting out science, the what if's, the maybe's...is that really all this place has?" He inquired thoughtlessly. Through their whole conversation it didn't even dawn upon him he still donned his disguise as if it had been regarded with the least bit of intimidation. Come on. "Not so lucky, are we?" His question still lingered in the air, there was no harm in amusing themselves. Well that is until he was asked for his name. Usually his reputation had been the busy kid or the reliable teammate but regarded as a mystery man gives coerces him to drop his own act allowing his arms to drop to his sides naturally. "It's Joey." Introductions done and over quickly, maybe both boys would break out the nail polish and play 20 questions. "Where you from? You don't own this play do you?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 18, 2019 23:09:10 GMT -5
Czeslaw turned to face Myrnin at this point. He kept his hands were they were, partially at the ready just in case. But he made no motion to either defend himself or run away. The question wasn't worth answering. Why would the other blinker want to know anyway? The boy genuinely struggled to comprehend his reasoning. Anyway, after being alive for two hundred years, he had to become accustomed to whatever trends in cuisine were currently going on. He wondered if he could name his likes and dislikes. "Who are you?" he countered. It was as though he hadn't even expected to say it. "What are you?" The words were hurried out of his mouth so that he couldn't take them back. He looked adamant though, back a little straighter as he faced him. He had to know these things; not just know, but hear them said to his face from the most direct source. His steadfast expression said he would not progress further without the information. "Eh?" said Myrnin, blinking several times as if he hadn't heard what Czes had asked. Gee, hadn't he explained this about a dozen times by now? But no ... maybe adding the finer details would, at least, allow Czes to feel he had some edge. Though last time Myrnin had gone out of his way to give him that, he'd ended up ruining his shirt with a stake. Where to start ... "I'm called Myrnin. I'm two thousand years old, born around the date which is now called 45 B.C. in the country now known as Wales. I don't remember much of my family - or really anything, if I'm honest. Memories get a bit spotty." Even though they shouldn't have been. "Mother wasn't nice and family was poor. So I got ... sold ... to a "man". Please note the quotation marks. I was allowed to live into adulthood, since I was useful while the Winters weren't hard." Slowly the vampire spun around. "Then when the food ran out one year ... you see what you see. If you do not have the earth classic myths of the undead, then maybe you can only perceive me as your sort of immortal. But I promise you I am not. I simply die in ways humans would not and survive in ways humans would not. I need blood - human blood - to survive. I don't breath, I don't dream as a human would, I can run fast enough that the eye can hardly follow. That is what I am and what I have been for a very, very long time. I live in a town full of my kind and regular humans. No always peaceful, but safe enough. I am an alchemist, a man of science. This is how I normally dress." He waved down at his clothing, which contained a parrot shirt and board-shorts and no shoes. "I used to smoke and have a girlfriend called Lady Grey. And I cry if you step on a puppy - though admittedly my species cries red. Is that enough of who I am, Czeslaw? I can hardly supply paper references for proof."
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 18, 2019 23:32:07 GMT -5
Czeslaw listened diligently, but with a wary air about him. Thankfully, he seemed convinced that what the other blinker was saying in response to his questioning was the truth. That was the first hurdle to get past for him, but it would not be the last. The boy gripped his brown jacket tightly when Myrnin mentioned alchemy; he had heard it before. But at the same time, someone within his own field could be all the more worth fearing. Well, at least it was enough. It was enough of who Myrnin was. The boy shook his head at the offer of proof. "Vampires... I don't think they exist in my world." The way he said it meant he believed it to be possible though. He believed many things to be possible, after what he had seen in his two hundred years. The grip that had tightened on his jacket now loosened again and the fabric wobbled, as if to illustrate his hatred toward Myrnin wavering. It did not dissipate so suddenly, but he was at least willing to speak. It was the level of negotiation. "I guess... I'll take a peanut. Just one." He held his hand out, becoming the one to wait for a reciprocal response.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 18, 2019 23:54:28 GMT -5
"Yeah, not many think they exist in my world either," said Myrnin, digging around in his pockets since he'd put the bag away again. He always seemed to have pockets. They were so useful for keeping random items. He pulled out the bag, shaking it open and holding it out for the other immortal, though he was still chattering a bit. "We have a town, but that doesn't mean the world is aware of us. Just the people in the town. So I make sure that everything is straightened out so word of what we are doesn't get past the border. There are ... two," he held up two fingers on the hand which wasn't holding out the bag of peanuts. "Vampire towns. Morganville and Blackwell. Welcome to the Paradox House and all that. There are all sorts for all sorts of worlds!" He nodded at a door. "I take it you just came down the hall to get away from me and not to, ah ha, enter a room?"
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 19, 2019 0:22:42 GMT -5
Czeslaw reached forward and successfully took one peanut out of the bag without getting attacked. A surprise for certain. He managed to relax somewhat, his shoulders dipping from their anxiety-induced position. He ate it slowly, taking every moment with a sense of care, and then finally managed a small, weak-looking smile. His knit brow revealed his nervousness, but also the focus with which he was trying to show his brightening of attitude. Thankfully, Myrnin's talking distracted him from the focus, because it really wasn't doing him much good. He glanced around at the doors that surrounded them, backing up from the vampire again to take it all in. It was needless to say he was right about why Czeslaw had come here, and he was clearly still wary of going anywhere alone with the other blinker. But he couldn't just walk back to the living room, as the Paradox House had caused him to completely lose track of it. Instead he took a step toward a random nearby door, in a gesture to select it. That is, if Myrnin actually wanted to. "Which one do you live in?" he asked then, thoughtfully. The taste of salt was still in his mouth, and it seemed to be a magic potion that made him more amicable. "...You said there were two towns. Which town?"
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 19, 2019 0:56:04 GMT -5
((//breaths in forum smell// just popped in to see the pretty colors hello yall))
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 19, 2019 14:07:20 GMT -5
Deessss! //tackle ))
Sherlock blinked in, his violin resting on his shoulder. He was playing a fast, wild tune with a sort of intense excitement that made your heart beat fast against your ribs, and his though his bright eyes were closed he bounced and almost danced along with the music. Thump The detective’s eyes flew open and he tried to gasp as the air was knocked from his lungs. He’d slammed his back into the wall at full speed, his violin flying out of his hands and spinning to the floor, where he immediately stepped on it as he cursed and tried to pick it up. It cracked. The detective cursed louder and kicked it, then flared up at the ceiling, his blue eyes still watering from his crash. “What did anyone ever do to you, anyway? I certainly don’t remember ever having so much as insulted you.” He let out his breath in a low hiss between his teeth and rubbed his forehead. “You’d better at least give me someone interesting to make up for that abysmal timing....”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 19, 2019 15:29:41 GMT -5
Deessss! //tackle )) Sherlock blinked in, his violin resting on his shoulder. He was playing a fast, wild tune with a sort of intense excitement that made your heart beat fast against your ribs, and his though his bright eyes were closed he bounced and almost danced along with the music. ThumpThe detective’s eyes flew open and he tried to gasp as the air was knocked from his lungs. He’d slammed his back into the wall at full speed, his violin flying out of his hands and spinning to the floor, where he immediately stepped on it as he cursed and tried to pick it up. It cracked. The detective cursed louder and kicked it, then flared up at the ceiling, his blue eyes still watering from his crash. “What did anyone ever do to you, anyway? I certainly don’t remember ever having so much as insulted you.” He let out his breath in a low hiss between his teeth and rubbed his forehead. “You’d better at least give me someone interesting to make up for that abysmal timing....” (When you're replying but don't have your book to look up where you want Mal to blink in from now. Google, give me an excerpt which is long ... I did not have any luck. Guess I'll skip to a bit I know. :'P ) Walking was not something he looked forward to. But luckily, it seemed like the House wasn't willing to let him walk around either. He blinked in, still looking to the left and appearing completely at ease. He wasn't, but he'd perfected the expression for anyone he cared to see it. When he appeared the expression dropped, however, and he allowed himself to appear as annoyed as he wanted to. Then he spared a glance at Sherlock and the broken instrument. "Did that happen before or after you blinked in?" the vampire questioned, puzzled. Mal looked like a classic vampire you'd get out of an old Hollywood movie. Slicked back window's peak hair, dark clothing, and when he smiled his canines were a bit too long. He didn't smile to show his teeth very often, however. On his chest there was a black ribbon, and though the silver wording on it wasn't very visible it said 'no one drop'. "Who are you?" he added, just to be polite.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 19, 2019 15:57:36 GMT -5
(just going to blink Arlo out for now, I might be able to rp again later) Arlo was about to say something but disappeared before she had a chance.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 19, 2019 18:45:11 GMT -5
Czeslaw reached forward and successfully took one peanut out of the bag without getting attacked. A surprise for certain. He managed to relax somewhat, his shoulders dipping from their anxiety-induced position. He ate it slowly, taking every moment with a sense of care, and then finally managed a small, weak-looking smile. His knit brow revealed his nervousness, but also the focus with which he was trying to show his brightening of attitude. Thankfully, Myrnin's talking distracted him from the focus, because it really wasn't doing him much good. He glanced around at the doors that surrounded them, backing up from the vampire again to take it all in. It was needless to say he was right about why Czeslaw had come here, and he was clearly still wary of going anywhere alone with the other blinker. But he couldn't just walk back to the living room, as the Paradox House had caused him to completely lose track of it. Instead he took a step toward a random nearby door, in a gesture to select it. That is, if Myrnin actually wanted to. "Which one do you live in?" he asked then, thoughtfully. The taste of salt was still in his mouth, and it seemed to be a magic potion that made him more amicable. "...You said there were two towns. Which town?" It looked like Czeslaw was going to enter a room and Myrnin saw no reason why he shouldn't join the small boy. Maybe if there were House generated people than there could be more peace be alone in the House - which, thought Myrnin, was both very, very creepy and tempted him to graffiti his initials everywhere. "Morganville!" he answered easily. It was probably the first question that Czes had ever asked him. He was almost shocked. "It's the oldest out of the two. Amelie, the Founder of the town, bought land in Texas, America. I helped her build it. Blackwell is almost as old, but it has not always been a town for vampires. So it is only ten years such." (What room should we do? o.o )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 19, 2019 18:46:04 GMT -5
"You probably think that statement is logic," said Vanessa. "But going rushing out into the middle of the road when you haven't learned to look both ways yet is foolhardy." If she noticed him tearing up, she didn't call attention to it. She had no way to look into his head, but she didn't want to pry - yet. He left as quickly as she thought he would and she slowly followed after him with a sigh. Him nearly running into trees seemed ... almost usual. She somehow doubted she'd have to use a sleeping dart on him very often. It looked like he'd knock himself out. She looked around, eyes narrowed and body tense. There had been peaceful rooms before ... they never ended well. It was dark as well, which means all her other senses were focused on hearing something, anything, out of the ordinary. It looked otherwordly, yes, but she was used to that. "Notice the door disappeared," she pointed out. "I did warn you about these rooms. There isn't an exit until a task of some unknown part is completed." "Huh?" Caught up in awe at the beauty around him, Astolfo hadn't noticed the door vanish. While he hadn't been expecting that to happen, it didn't concern him that much, even less so when Vanessa said there would be another exit. "Oh! You mean we have to figure out a puzzle? Sounds simple enough." That would probably be a lot easier to do from a better vantage point. Deciding on his next course of action, plus wanting to show off a bit now that the opportunity presented itself, he gave Vanessa a wink and held two fingers up in a V-sign. "Leave it to me!" Raising his other hand to his lips, he let out a loud whistle. And then stood there for a few awkward moments as nothing happened. "Uh, hello!" The Rider shouted at the air, a pouty frown crossing his face. "You're ruining my moment!" Deciding to try again, he repeated the whistle, only for it to achieve the same results... Letting out a frustrated sigh, "Ugh, fine. Let's go! Hippogriff!" The beast had to come when it's True Name was called. Or so he'd thought... When even that failed to summon his steed, Astolfo's expression changed from pouty to genuinely worried. Why wasn't his Noble Phantasm working? He was certain he had plenty of Mana. As a test, he decided to try a different one and held out an outstretched hand. In a yellow flash of light, a golden lance materialized in his grip, showing that this one still worked. "That's strange... What's keeping me from using Hippogriff?" Was it the House? How was it capable of just out right nullifying something like a Noble Phantasm? Meanwhile, a small ways off from where the two blinkers were standing, a suspicious looking pair of fireflies lazily hung in the air, as if observing them. "Naivety I knew you well," muttered Vanessa under her breath when she heard Astolfo say it would be *easy*. She watched do what she assumed was an attempt at magic. When a creature with a familiar name was mentioned she understood why. A brief smile crossed her face and she patiently explained, "Unless the animal itself is a blinker I do not think it can be summoned. What is in your world cannot cross here, at least if it is alive." She nodded at the tree. She did not, as a rule, show off. But the newbie's logic wasn't flawed. She patted her pockets, then pulled out what looked to be a set of bird wings, as small as a humming bird. They were joined together which what looked to be a glass vial. "Flying, I assume?" She tossed the odd item in his direction, half wondering if he was going to catch it at all. "Crush the vial part between your hands and then we'll see if it works in the House." (You can have the item react however you like. There wasn't enough info on what Vanessa has, so I invented something.)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 19, 2019 20:16:55 GMT -5
Joey continued to stand idly watching the scene unfold. The way this guy held himself made his circus act seem more plausible, realer than what he'd given him. "Cutting out science, the what if's, the maybe's...is that really all this place has?" He inquired thoughtlessly. Through their whole conversation it didn't even dawn upon him he still donned his disguise as if it had been regarded with the least bit of intimidation. Come on. "Not so lucky, are we?" His question still lingered in the air, there was no harm in amusing themselves. Well that is until he was asked for his name. Usually his reputation had been the busy kid or the reliable teammate but regarded as a mystery man gives coerces him to drop his own act allowing his arms to drop to his sides naturally. "It's Joey." Introductions done and over quickly, maybe both boys would break out the nail polish and play 20 questions. "Where you from? You don't own this play do you?" “Oh yeah, there’s waaaay more to this place than just the living room. See that hall?” He pointed down the long hallway, gesturing broadly to draw his attention. “Full of weird stuff. Most of it’s pretty lethal, though, so don’t go in there expecting chocolate cake. Although, to be fair, that’s happened too...” He paused, slightly surprised as the man spoke his name. Honestly, he hadn’t expected that to work. He was sure he’d get snark instead of a name, but...maybe he’d misread him. ”Nah, sure don’t,” he said, amused at the thought that somebody might think he was in charge of all this. Dorky glasses, stripey shirt, spitting memes every second...yeah, he’d make a hell of a god. “Nobody knows who does. Not yet, anyway. That’s big ol’ mystery number four on my list.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 19, 2019 22:03:12 GMT -5
He wanted a full list? Matt could give him that. “Okay...so for a one, we’re talking rooms full of food. Cozy cottages with icebreakers scattered around in notes. Cutesy Valentine’s Day rooms with hearts and flowers. Stuff like that. For a ten, you get rooms that are too awful to talk about. Rooms that got people killed. Hell of a roulette opening one of those doors, right?” He paused, taking a breath. Okay, he had to admit, he was rather enjoying himself here. The guy was fun. He was all eyerolls and sarcasm and, if he was being totally honest, not so bad looking behind that mask. “But here’s the catch,” he continued, leaning forward a little. “If you never open the doors again...what’ll happen? Will who or whatever’s in charge of this place just...let us all go? Or will they cook up some way to give the whole House experience right here in our living room, making our only safe place useless? So I say, go in the rooms or don’t, it’s a great big gamble either way.”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Feb 19, 2019 22:07:09 GMT -5
"Naivety I knew you well," muttered Vanessa under her breath when she heard Astolfo say it would be *easy*. She watched do what she assumed was an attempt at magic. When a creature with a familiar name was mentioned she understood why. A brief smile crossed her face and she patiently explained, "Unless the animal itself is a blinker I do not think it can be summoned. What is in your world cannot cross here, at least if it is alive." She nodded at the tree. She did not, as a rule, show off. But the newbie's logic wasn't flawed. She patted her pockets, then pulled out what looked to be a set of bird wings, as small as a humming bird. They were joined together which what looked to be a glass vial. "Flying, I assume?" She tossed the odd item in his direction, half wondering if he was going to catch it at all. "Crush the vial part between your hands and then we'll see if it works in the House." (You can have the item react however you like. There wasn't enough info on what Vanessa has, so I invented something.) "Seriously?" Astolfo groaned, looking visably disappointed. Not wanting to haul it around with him as they walked, he dismissed his lance, Argalia, with an audible huff. "What's a Rider without his ride?" He was already a pretty terrible Servant in the first place, now he'd just be even worse... As Vanessa began searching around for something on her person, the Rider managed to to force his dour mood away as he tilted his head in curiosity. He watched as she produced a tiny vial with... Bird wings glued onto it? "Yeah." With little effort, he caught it when it was tossed to him, more on reflex then actual intention. "What's it do?" If it had wings plastered on it, it had to be something bird related right? The other blinker did say 'flying', so that was probably the answer. If he could do that without Hippogriff... The prospect set the Servant's heart aflutter in excitement once again and he did as Vanessa said. Standing there with an expectant smile as he waited for something to happen, it faded when nothing seemed to. "Aww. Must hav-" Wait, why did Vanessa suddenly seem shorter? In fact, the groud felt funny as well. Astolfo cast a glance down, eyes widening it shock as he realized he was now floating. "W-wait! I was expecting to grow wings or something!" Since he had no idea what he was doing, he began flailing his arms around as he rose even higher, trying to keep himself upward. He was stuck in what felt like zero gravity, and latched onto the nearest tree he could reach to keep himself steady. Before he could say anything more however, a cold chill ran up his spine as he began to sense something watching them. His pink eyes flew to stare at where his was picking up the feeling from, squinting as he tried to see what was there. The two 'fireflies' that had been observing the blinkers before had now been joined by sets of more. Low growls began sounding from where they floated, but to the eye there was nothing there that could make such noises.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 19, 2019 22:43:18 GMT -5
"I've never been to Texas," the boy murmured thoughtfully. He had heard it was pretty hot and dry there though. "Why would a... vampire want to live there?" He had to muster his words to say 'vampire', as it was a strange concept to talk to one. Before waiting for a reply, Czeslaw pulled the door open and stepped into the room. There was no sense of the time of day in the room, as it was indoors and the lights were on. It was almost like an arena. They were inside walls with a large selection of colorful bumper cars around them, well worn and ready to be used even more. Czeslaw hardly recognized them since they were so modern; he had heard of them though. "Are these..." He pushed a button on the one nearest to him, a green car with yellow stripes, and the headlights flipped on.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 20, 2019 0:12:00 GMT -5
"I've never been to Texas," the boy murmured thoughtfully. He had heard it was pretty hot and dry there though. "Why would a... vampire want to live there?" He had to muster his words to say 'vampire', as it was a strange concept to talk to one. Before waiting for a reply, Czeslaw pulled the door open and stepped into the room. There was no sense of the time of day in the room, as it was indoors and the lights were on. It was almost like an arena. They were inside walls with a large selection of colorful bumper cars around them, well worn and ready to be used even more. Czeslaw hardly recognized them since they were so modern; he had heard of them though. "Are these..." He pushed a button on the one nearest to him, a green car with yellow stripes, and the headlights flipped on. (I have to go to bed now. :/ ) "I have no ideas what these are," said Myrnin, looking around with complete mystification. "Are they cars for the young? I do not see wheels? How does one drive without the odd assortment of levers and pedals?" He looked around and then into a car, puzzled. But he did answer Czeslaw's question. "We wished to live there because it was away from other humans and there was no rain." The sentence didn't make much sense, since Czes didn't know about the Draug. It took almost three seconds before Myrnin remembered this. "The predators which hunt vampires hunted by rain." He pointed at the cars then. "You know what these are?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 20, 2019 12:18:13 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur ) Kelsier blinked in, his blond hair and gray mistcloak moving gently in a wind that no longer touched it. The mistborn himself stood perfectly still, staring down with a thoughtful, almost sad expression in his hazel eyes. He blinked as the roof vanished under his feet and he found himself staring instead at stained green carpet. His nose twitched as the unique smells of the House assaulted it, and he smiled as he glanced up to see who else was there. So far, at least, he’d found this place to be pretty safe. The people seemed nice, and even though it reeked of Noblemen he hadn’t actually seen any yet. Which, truth be told, made him tempted to find some kind of mischief to get into while he could. Maybe he could even get someone to do it with.
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Post by Sησω on Feb 20, 2019 17:34:09 GMT -5
Julia had been writing something in her notebook, not noticing her blink for a minute. When she finished writing, she looked up. A brief hint of surprise crossed her features as the realization came to her. She hadn't seen this exact room, but it had happened enough times that she knew what had happened - she was in the Paradox House. Just then, another blinker appeared nearby. Though she was currently covered in snow, Julia still recognized her. "Hello. You're Victoria, right?"
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 20, 2019 19:33:03 GMT -5
No... rain? Czeslaw cast a glance in his direction, letting himself be distracted from the bumper car he was toying with. He wondered if Myrnin was a different kind of vampire than he was familiar with, one who melted in the rain or something. That was probably a positive for him, considering that he was wary of the other blinker for being 'immortal'. He couldn't help but snicker at his puzzlement though. "They're like small cars, and you drive around and run into each other. But this doesn't look like an amusement park," he added, tilting his head around the rink and up into the darkness above. "And they look like a version from the future. The only ones I've seen are really rickety." The boy climbed into the striped car after he had turned on its headlights, and he tried to find his bearings in order to operate it. "I've never driven a car, either," he needlessly admitted. Suddenly, he accidentally veered forward and ran into one of the cars beside Myrnin, halting immediately after with a shocked look on his face.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 20, 2019 19:43:51 GMT -5
Nore blinked in without so much as flinching from the teleportation. She was sitting nearly cross-legged, with one of her legs up slightly but still bent. She turned her head after a moment or so to acknowledge the familiarity of the living room, then went back to loading the two separate pistols in her lap with both hands. When she was finished, her legs came out from their position and brought her to a stand. The guns went behind her back and were tucked into her belt. "Well, here we go again," she said, the words coming out in a strained breath as she stuck out her arms, interlaced her fingers, and stretched her shoulders up and out. She was wearing her red jacket as usual, the bottom of which was dusty and worn. "And just when things were getting good." It was morning in her world, and she had been with Jesse. She quietly hoped someone else she knew, from this multidimensional universe, would show up now to replace him. In the meantime she waddled over excitedly to the couch and sat down--excitedly because she had something in the inner pocket of her jacket, which she pulled out. A candy bar.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Feb 20, 2019 21:32:51 GMT -5
Rae held back a laugh as Noctin's questions came in about the phone. It really was difficult to think of up explanations for someone whose world had no where near the level of technology that hers and Eises' did. "Yeah, you can write out a message on it and then it'll be instantly sent to the other person's phone," Rae said. "Er, you know how we blink and just pop into existence here, it's sort of a bit like that in how it seems. It'll just appear on their screen when you send it." If her cell had a keyboard she could have used that to show Noctin a bit more, but alas it was a normal touchscreen and was refusing to exit from the camera. And then she wasn't even going to attempt an internet description.
Rae glanced back up when Eises switched her phone camera to face them, and almost instinctively she threw up a peace sign for the picture. She grinned at Noctin's excitement, a small laugh finally escaping her. This was so endearing to see. "Looks pretty good for a first House selfie!" Rae pondered for a moment, head tilting just a bit. "Do you think it'll keep it after you blink out?" Eises stayed quiet as Rae explained. This was reminding her when she joined the Echo for the first time and discovered many forms of electronics herself. She had to take a few seconds to think about Noctin's question. How did Evina put it for her? "It's like.... a network? And you can read stuff and watch videos and talk to people." Well that wasn't the best explanation. "And videos are like movin' pictures by the way." That was satisfying enough, right? Her tail started to wag, "I hope so!" Maybe she can finally tell the others back home about the House, this could be used as proof, right? She opened up the Photos app; it seemed like every other photo she took showed up along with the most recent one. She showed the screen over to Noctin, "See, just tap any of these photos and it'll show up bigger. It saves every picture I take." "What else are in these cabinets?" They should probably check them out. They wouldn't be full of just cameras, would they? Blinking messages. The thought almost made Noctin laugh. "So the House is like a phone, and we're the messages," he said, a grin breaking across his face. He liked that analogy. It made them seem more personal and important to each other. "So phones are mostly just for communication?" he asked, deciding that was about as close to understanding. They seemed to be having trouble explaining it without examples, so he wouldn't push it anymore. A faint wish to be able to keep the picture too sparked in his chest, though he knew it was impossible. Unless the House decided to give him a painting, he wouldn't get one. As Eises offered her phone, he took it, poking curiously at the tiny square. Sure enough, it enlarged to fill the whole screen. "Hey that's Hyacin!" he exclaimed, smiling at the picture of the blue dragon that loved to chew on his arm. He hadn't seen him in awhile, but it was good to know the dragon was happy.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 20, 2019 23:01:26 GMT -5
Nore blinked in without so much as flinching from the teleportation. She was sitting nearly cross-legged, with one of her legs up slightly but still bent. She turned her head after a moment or so to acknowledge the familiarity of the living room, then went back to loading the two separate pistols in her lap with both hands. When she was finished, her legs came out from their position and brought her to a stand. The guns went behind her back and were tucked into her belt. "Well, here we go again," she said, the words coming out in a strained breath as she stuck out her arms, interlaced her fingers, and stretched her shoulders up and out. She was wearing her red jacket as usual, the bottom of which was dusty and worn. "And just when things were getting good." It was morning in her world, and she had been with Jesse. She quietly hoped someone else she knew, from this multidimensional universe, would show up now to replace him. In the meantime she waddled over excitedly to the couch and sat down--excitedly because she had something in the inner pocket of her jacket, which she pulled out. A candy bar. Myrnin blinked in, perched on the back of the couch. "I hate plains. Have I mentioned that? Amelie would have never sent me on a pl-" He stopped as the world he was in was replaced by the Paradox House. He frowned down at his shoes then, only looking up to glance at Nore. "Gun fight," he noted. He'd pushed the concern out of his voice, replacing it instead with an almost flat, emotionless tone. "What are you up to Nore? Wont you tell me? Or does my asking just make you want to hide it more?" Why, when he desperately wanted to read someone's mind, did he have to be reminded it was an ability out of his reach, least he loose his will? Because Nore was too reckless. He knew that as well as he knew that he was. And her flippant brushing him off concerned him more than her boasting.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 20, 2019 23:09:51 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur ) Kelsier blinked in, his blond hair and gray mistcloak moving gently in a wind that no longer touched it. The mistborn himself stood perfectly still, staring down with a thoughtful, almost sad expression in his hazel eyes. He blinked as the roof vanished under his feet and he found himself staring instead at stained green carpet. His nose twitched as the unique smells of the House assaulted it, and he smiled as he glanced up to see who else was there. So far, at least, he’d found this place to be pretty safe. The people seemed nice, and even though it reeked of Noblemen he hadn’t actually seen any yet. Which, truth be told, made him tempted to find some kind of mischief to get into while he could. Maybe he could even get someone to do it with. "No, sir. I'd probably settle for just ripping their head off, sir. That's what I mean by protection, sir. Theirs, not mine. And I'd get hell from the League if I did that, sir." Maladict said, hand resting on the hilt of his sword lightly. He'd clearly been talking to someone before he'd blinking in, since he was talking to a wall now. He frowned at it. "That sounds weird out of context, doesn't it." He turned slowly on his heals to look at Kelsier. "I take it you heard that?" His voice had shifted. He'd hardly noticed, actually. But it had dipped from 'talking to superior officer' to 'probably talking to civilian'. Even if the civilian wasn't even from Borogravia and were technically 'foreign menace' - whoever that was supposed to be. (Sorry I'm so spotty on the weekdays. >.< )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 20, 2019 23:16:26 GMT -5
"Naivety I knew you well," muttered Vanessa under her breath when she heard Astolfo say it would be *easy*. She watched do what she assumed was an attempt at magic. When a creature with a familiar name was mentioned she understood why. A brief smile crossed her face and she patiently explained, "Unless the animal itself is a blinker I do not think it can be summoned. What is in your world cannot cross here, at least if it is alive." She nodded at the tree. She did not, as a rule, show off. But the newbie's logic wasn't flawed. She patted her pockets, then pulled out what looked to be a set of bird wings, as small as a humming bird. They were joined together which what looked to be a glass vial. "Flying, I assume?" She tossed the odd item in his direction, half wondering if he was going to catch it at all. "Crush the vial part between your hands and then we'll see if it works in the House." (You can have the item react however you like. There wasn't enough info on what Vanessa has, so I invented something.) "Seriously?" Astolfo groaned, looking visably disappointed. Not wanting to haul it around with him as they walked, he dismissed his lance, Argalia, with an audible huff. "What's a Rider without his ride?" He was already a pretty terrible Servant in the first place, now he'd just be even worse... As Vanessa began searching around for something on her person, the Rider managed to to force his dour mood away as he tilted his head in curiosity. He watched as she produced a tiny vial with... Bird wings glued onto it? "Yeah." With little effort, he caught it when it was tossed to him, more on reflex then actual intention. "What's it do?" If it had wings plastered on it, it had to be something bird related right? The other blinker did say 'flying', so that was probably the answer. If he could do that without Hippogriff... The prospect set the Servant's heart aflutter in excitement once again and he did as Vanessa said. Standing there with an expectant smile as he waited for something to happen, it faded when nothing seemed to. "Aww. Must hav-" Wait, why did Vanessa suddenly seem shorter? In fact, the groud felt funny as well. Astolfo cast a glance down, eyes widening it shock as he realized he was now floating. "W-wait! I was expecting to grow wings or something!" Since he had no idea what he was doing, he began flailing his arms around as he rose even higher, trying to keep himself upward. He was stuck in what felt like zero gravity, and latched onto the nearest tree he could reach to keep himself steady. Before he could say anything more however, a cold chill ran up his spine as he began to sense something watching them. His pink eyes flew to stare at where his was picking up the feeling from, squinting as he tried to see what was there. The two 'fireflies' that had been observing the blinkers before had now been joined by sets of more. Low growls began sounding from where they floated, but to the eye there was nothing there that could make such noises. Vanessa's head jerked at the noise. She'd dropped her guard a little too much paying attention to that fool. Her posture shifted and suddenly she was holding her blowgun to her mouth, every muscle tensed in case something came from the woods. She made no sound and instead took a few, careful step backwards. Astolfo could take care of himself. Or, at least, she couldn't afford to care if he was or wasn't capable of doing so. Interesting, she thought, her eyes on the 'fireflies'. Her legs bunched under her and one arm reached upward as she jumped. An arm hooked around a tree branch which she'd already judged the placement of while Astolfo had been talking. Most creatures couldn't fly or climb trees very quickly. But if the 'fireflies' truly were just that, than she'd limited her mobility quite a bit. She lowered her blowgun. "And what do you make of that?" she asked Astolfo.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 20, 2019 23:43:32 GMT -5
No... rain? Czeslaw cast a glance in his direction, letting himself be distracted from the bumper car he was toying with. He wondered if Myrnin was a different kind of vampire than he was familiar with, one who melted in the rain or something. That was probably a positive for him, considering that he was wary of the other blinker for being 'immortal'. He couldn't help but snicker at his puzzlement though. "They're like small cars, and you drive around and run into each other. But this doesn't look like an amusement park," he added, tilting his head around the rink and up into the darkness above. "And they look like a version from the future. The only ones I've seen are really rickety." The boy climbed into the striped car after he had turned on its headlights, and he tried to find his bearings in order to operate it. "I've never driven a car, either," he needlessly admitted. Suddenly, he accidentally veered forward and ran into one of the cars beside Myrnin, halting immediately after with a shocked look on his face. "They look like normal for me," said Myrnin. "21st technology, that is. Never seen anything like these. What year are you from anyway?" He leaned forward, nose almost touching the back of one of the small cars as he tried to puzzle them out. Czeslaw's attempts to drive and then hit the car near Myrnin nearly had it whacking into his face. The vampire stepped back, eyes wide, and rubbing at his nose as if he'd actually been hit. Then he stepped forward again. "Hum ... doesn't look like it is very accommodating for long legged people." He climbed in anyway. He didn't mention whether he had driven before. He had no idea what purpose running into things would have, but it seemed like it would be right down his alley. He started to try and figure out what to push to get it started and ended up ramming into an empty car. "Whoops," he said under his breath.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 21, 2019 0:15:38 GMT -5
Nore swiveled her head around, not to confirm Myrnin's presence but to acknowledge it with a smirk. "Somebody try'na get you to fly?" she questioned nosily. "Who said I was gonna hide anything?" she continued, not picking up on the hiding of the tone, much less the tone of concern itself. "I'm having a show today!" One hand waved close to her friend, how close she couldn't gauge. With her free hand she slipped out the candy bar and started unwrapping it, doing a poor job as bits of plastic were scattering to the floor. "Speaking of that, what time is it?" The hand near him turned and her sleeve fell back with gravity, exposing her wrist to him. There was a watch on it that read 6:10. When she had hardly held it out long, she was already starting to draw it back prematurely. The chocolate and caramel was calling her name, apparently. "What've you been up to? Don't tell me a ton of time has passed again." Then again, she was one to talk. She had blinked out for months at a time, always coming back a little different. But really, probably less different than any normal person would. She wasn't known for her sublime moments of change and betterment.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Feb 21, 2019 0:17:44 GMT -5
Vanessa's head jerked at the noise. She'd dropped her guard a little too much paying attention to that fool. Her posture shifted and suddenly she was holding her blowgun to her mouth, every muscle tensed in case something came from the woods. She made no sound and instead took a few, careful step backwards. Astolfo could take care of himself. Or, at least, she couldn't afford to care if he was or wasn't capable of doing so. Interesting, she thought, her eyes on the 'fireflies'. Her legs bunched under her and one arm reached upward as she jumped. An arm hooked around a tree branch which she'd already judged the placement of while Astolfo had been talking. Most creatures couldn't fly or climb trees very quickly. But if the 'fireflies' truly were just that, than she'd limited her mobility quite a bit. She lowered her blowgun. "And what do you make of that?" she asked Astolfo. The group of 'fireflies' began to branch out around the the tree that the blinkers were positioned on, slowly surrounding it. As they got closer, their true nature as, not bugs, but glowing pairs of eyes was revealed. Whatever beasts they were attached to were invisible, but judging from how high their eyes floated above the ground, they were about the size of large wolves. "It's not good, whatever it is." Astolfo replied bluntly from his own branch, which he had now wrapped his legs around so his arms were free. Even if he was no longer free-floating, both his braid and cape were, resulting in him having to pin the former behind his back with one hand while the other held the latter. It was to keep them getting stuck on the branches around him, which would have severely hindered his fighting ability. Although he mostly just didn't want them getting messed up and ruined... The Rider gave a side glance towards Vanessa, biting his lip as he watched the 'ghost wolves' tighten the circle they'd made around the tree. "What's that?" He was referring to her blowgun. What did she hope to do with a tiny thing like that? It didn't look like any weapon he'd ever seen before.
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