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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 21, 2019 1:00:26 GMT -5
"21st?" Czeslaw recovered from the jolt of bumping into another car, just enough to question Myrnin's time period. It didn't come as much of a shock, seeing as he was a very experienced blinker at this point, but it was laced with interest. After all, he had met others closer to his time period, but not really ventured into talking about futuristic technology. "It's 1933," he informed the vampire. And yet he had a better sense of understanding these cars than the one from a later time. Still, in 1933 they were more dangerous and less stable. These bumper cars seemed to be free-standing. He watched Myrnin drive right into an empty car, and actually held back a laugh. Seeing him fumble around assured him, somehow. Besides, it was just plain funny to see an adult struggle with a small, now-rampant machine. "Try turning on your lights," he suggested, flipping the switch on his own car to demonstrate the headlights turning on and off. He started driving forward again, slower this time, and made a very broad circle around the other blinker just in case he was in range of being hit. The child in him was taking over and he even took his eyes off of him for a good few seconds at a time.
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 21, 2019 14:22:11 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?""Oh, hey! Yeah, that's me!" The wolf barked. She trotted over to the woman, her gears squeaking as bits of snow passed through the gears that moved her back legs. She pushed her snowy head under Julia's hands, forgetting that she probably felt cold. "Look how snowy it is! It's like, been snowing last week and now again this week and the Inventor says it's probably gonna snow on Friday, and there's slush in the roads and lots of snowplows and everything and people are getting stuck in parking lots!"
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Post by Sησω on Feb 21, 2019 14:56:21 GMT -5
Julia put her notebook and pen into one of her pockets as Victoria climbed onto her. The wolf was cold and a few pieces of ice and snow fell onto her pants and labcoat, but moving away was basically not an option. She didn't want to hurt the other blinker by shoving her off. "It rarely snows like that where I live, but some places to the south get it more frequently," the doctor commented.
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Post by Sησω on Feb 21, 2019 19:16:37 GMT -5
Julia raised her eyebrows in interest. "It's the opposite in my world." The southern parts of Efwllis were usually colder than the north. "We do have seasons. Winter is usually fairly mild, but a couple of snow showers happen every now and then. Depends on the year." The fallen snow was now melting into the woman's labcoat. The pocket in the soaked area didn't contain her notebook, but it did hold a couple of papers. It was hard not to cringe at the thought of loosing possibly important notes.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 21, 2019 19:46:55 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. "I suppose you could say that," said Myrnin. "Which I will be doing regardless if I want to or not." But he wasn't very please she gave him so little details about this show. Instead he just said, "01:9, which must be wrong or your clock is broken." The watch had been upside-down, since she'd tilted it for him to read it without considering he'd see it from a different position. He didn't bother asking why someone who was blind was wearing a watch; the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. There were mysteries about Nore he didn't ask about. "Not a ton," he admitted. "A handful of days only." He wagged a finger at her. "Which reminds me. You said you would explain to me why you had a bow and arrow once you were done. Unless a year has passed between us and you've forgotten, I still want to know." He paused, looking back over his shoulder, when someone else blinked in. "Chamomile," he greeted, dipping his head. Was it just him or were they blinking in together more often? ( Lark I'm assuming Chamomile is with this lot.)
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 21, 2019 20:10:25 GMT -5
“Oh good, 01:9 is the time I hoped for, it’s break time actually.” She stuffed her mouth with the chocolate, as usual not worried in the slightest about how many crumbs spewed from her mouth and landed in her surroundings. Needless to say, she couldn’t read the watch herself, but it happened to beep every hour so it was still useful. She mostly wore it as a souvenir from a previous owner. Her smile widened up at him with gusto when he mentioned it had only been a few days. It was like her face was asking if he was proud of her, as if she could control when the two of them met each time. “Oh, that thing? I decided it wasn’t my style actually.” She was apparently putting it in his hands to come up with why she was switching away from guns for a while. It had actually come from a fantasy about being able to sense where the arrow was shooting better, like employing a third eye or something of the sort. But it really just kept making her less effective, except perhaps around vampires. When Chamomile appeared, Nore was thankful for Myrnin’s introduction. Then again even when she could only see vague shadows, the dragon was hard to miss. She fanned out her fingers and waved like a child, not saying anything due to a mouth full of candy bar but not silent either-the loud crunching and the sound of her flailing her arm and moving her whole body from it were audible.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 21, 2019 21:16:41 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. Vanessa rolled her eyes before pressing the blowgun pressed to her mouth again. She aimed down the length at where she assumed the body attached to one set of eyes were ... and fired. She didn't need to explain when she could demonstrate. And hopefully there were not more of these creatures than she had sleeping darts - if they were effected by sleeping darts at all. Then she carefully pulled herself along the branch, closer to Astolfo. "Do you have anything useful to say?" she questioned bluntly. "Or would you prefer to assume that the glowing eyed and growling beasts down there are friendly?" She'd told him these rooms were dangerous. But of course someone so new wouldn't take that seriously enough.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 22, 2019 1:17:51 GMT -5
"21st?" Czeslaw recovered from the jolt of bumping into another car, just enough to question Myrnin's time period. It didn't come as much of a shock, seeing as he was a very experienced blinker at this point, but it was laced with interest. After all, he had met others closer to his time period, but not really ventured into talking about futuristic technology. "It's 1933," he informed the vampire. And yet he had a better sense of understanding these cars than the one from a later time. Still, in 1933 they were more dangerous and less stable. These bumper cars seemed to be free-standing. He watched Myrnin drive right into an empty car, and actually held back a laugh. Seeing him fumble around assured him, somehow. Besides, it was just plain funny to see an adult struggle with a small, now-rampant machine. "Try turning on your lights," he suggested, flipping the switch on his own car to demonstrate the headlights turning on and off. He started driving forward again, slower this time, and made a very broad circle around the other blinker just in case he was in range of being hit. The child in him was taking over and he even took his eyes off of him for a good few seconds at a time. (When you've shifted Myrnin's year around so much you don't even know whether it's 2017 or 2027. But at least I can say 21st century. @.@ ) "Ooooh yeah. 1933 ... I remember that. Bit boring, in the grand scheme of things really. No robots. Robots take over the world, you know that right?" Myrnin said it in such a normal tone that it was almost impossible for anyone to tell he was pulling Czeslaw's leg. Then he grinned just a little and waved his hand dismissively - which caused him to bounce randomly off all the nearby cars in reckless abandon. "21st century is passable. Flipflops are wonderful ... or was that twentieth century ...?" He scratched at his chin, driving the car in a very jerky circle. It was only then that he seemed, almost accidentally, to hit the lights. "I can see in the dark," he pointed out. "But if it helps you see me ..." And then, suddenly, he jerked in Czeslaw's direction, on a collision course. Myrnin seemed surprised, like he hadn't expected to head that way. But then his eyes brightened and he laughed, starting to make car noises under his breath as he chased after the younger boy.
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Post by broken on Feb 22, 2019 10:21:48 GMT -5
(Hi guys! Sorry, I've had a ton of exams to study for. I'll be on today though, if anyone is here?)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 22, 2019 14:13:39 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. >.< ) (Me too hff ) Kelsier’s eyes widened a little as the end of an out-of-context discussion reached his ears, and he turned around slowly to see who was speaking. He took in the sword first, then the other man’s face and tone, and instead of backing away he simply smiled. “Yes. To both questions, actually.” He confirmed, and gestured to his chest. “But I’ll go ahead and give you the benefit of the doubt, it’s good for my karma. I’m Kelsier, who are you?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 22, 2019 16:31:25 GMT -5
(hey broken! I should be on today if you want to rp)
Czeslaw's eyes zoned out for a second when Myrnin mentioned a robot takeover. It wasn't an emotive moment, but it wasn't as stoic and reserved as one would expect him to be. He didn't really have anything to say in response, but he did whisper something to himself. "So Isaac was right." And then he moved on to the rest of what the vampire said, while performing slight maneuvers to avoid being bumped into. "Flipflops..." he murmured. "What is that?" It might have been for the better not to mention that it was clothing, especially considering how eccentric Myrnin's fashion sense was. Czeslaw had no trouble seeing it as the norm in whatever time he was from. He sat upright all of a sudden when the other blinker came careening toward him, and he clenched his teeth and raised his shoulders in jolting surprise. Now he was concentrating on escaping rather than the conversation, quickly swerving between other bumper cars on his way away from his pursuer. Thankfully for him he had a pretty good handle on getting his car to do what he wanted now. That even allowed him to go back to his lighthearted attitude after a moment, accepting this as a game rather than a true chase. He cut corners so that he could get farther ahead of Myrnin and ultimately get behind him, turning the tables and bumping right into the side of his car with a jolt. There was a loud BEEP from above, as if the arena were recognizing a point had been scored.
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Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Feb 22, 2019 19:49:46 GMT -5
A young girl appeared on the couch in the living room, wrapped up tight in a warm, fancy-looking crimson red blanket. Such a thing looked very soft to the touch, and it was no wonder that she appeared to be dozing, blonde locks of hair falling in front of her face. However, the peculiarly ancient scent of the house caused her to stir from her light slumber with relative ease. Her eyes, matching the hue of the blanket almost perfectly, slid open- and after a few moments of blinking the last of the drowsiness from her vision, she let out a very loud and audible gasp and gripped onto the blanket far tighter than she had been before. She knew this place well, after all, though it felt like it had been months- perhaps even years, or decades? Vampires didn't have a very good sense of time- since she had been here last.
She struggled with the blanket for a moment, trying to gracefully unwrap herself from it, before giving up and just using her strength to tear the poor thing into shreds of fabric and leap off the couch. In doing so, she revealed her wings, the crystalline ornaments dangling from them just as colorful and bright as ever.
Despite all the power the girl carried, her voice seemed meek and tiny as she called out, hoping someone would be there to answer her; right now, she didn't see anyone else around. "Hello?" The last thing she wanted right now was to be alone. Even if she knew the living room was a safe place... she still felt uneasy being alone anywhere, and the house was no exception to that.
With the fear of being all alone here biting at her heart, Flandre could feel tears beginning to burn at the corners of her eyes.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 22, 2019 20:16:28 GMT -5
Julia raised her eyebrows in interest. "It's the opposite in my world." The southern parts of Efwllis were usually colder than the north. "We do have seasons. Winter is usually fairly mild, but a couple of snow showers happen every now and then. Depends on the year." The fallen snow was now melting into the woman's labcoat. The pocket in the soaked area didn't contain her notebook, but it did hold a couple of papers. It was hard not to cringe at the thought of loosing possibly important notes. | Sorry, just got a chance to reply to this now. | "Oh, huh, that's pretty neat. Snow's fun, though, so like, if you ever getta chance to go Nor- wait, no, South, in your world, you should like, totally go when there's snow so you can see it." Victoria recommended. The wolf got to her feet as she felt the melting snow, and shook some of the cold water off of her fur.
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Post by Ver Million on Feb 22, 2019 20:21:20 GMT -5
"Bido! You got any news?" Greed demanded, materializing within the House. His eyebrows were lifted with surprise when he found a little kid, wrapped in a blanket. She almost reminded him of a crimson cocoon, until she ripped the blanket into shreds. He narrowed his eyes. There was something off about the girl. Clearly, she wasn't human, nor could she be a Homunculus, so–wait, was she crying? "W-whoa there, kiddo," Greed sighed, scratching the back of his head. He wasn't good with this kind of emotion junk. "What's up? Did someone steal your toy or something."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 22, 2019 20:36:25 GMT -5
Hange blinked into the living room, hunched over a thick, unevenly bound book as they scribbled notes in the already crowded margins. Heightened rate of regeneration observed in the field suggests differences in metabolic structure between subjects. Further experimentation required. They finished taking their notes and closed the book with a firm snap, winding a length of twine around the whole thing twice then tying it into a sturdy knot to keep it closed. They’d noticed their blink several moments ago, but they were used to it by now - no need to interrupt what they were in the middle of straight away. That said, now that they were finished...they were curious to see if the House planned on throwing them anything interesting today. They could use a break from studying. No one too interesting in the living room right now...maybe they’d try a room...
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 22, 2019 20:42:30 GMT -5
Czeslaw skidded back from Myrnin's bumper car after running into it, and ended up scraping against Loki's. It was only then that he realized someone else was with them, and he winced, wide-eyed. He didn't know Loki, and weird as it was for him to become nervous when being distracted from Myrnin, he was now lowering his head as if ducking behind the miniature dashboard of his green striped car. "S-Sorry," he said to offer an empty apology. Then again, in reality it was the purpose of this room to bump into one another. He started moving again and arced the other way to avoid Loki but to keep him in his sight.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 22, 2019 21:07:07 GMT -5
Razzle Dazzle Cloverleaf (If I missed someone please say!!!) "Hello Loki!" Myrnin called, waving with one hand and steering with the other. With limited effort, since the other blinker was still trying to get their bearings, he knocked into Loki's car. The buzz and ding that followed caused the vampire to shake his head, sensitive to the noise. "Yooooooou," he drive around Loki in an arch, following after Czeslaw, "Are supposed," he grinned at the immortal boy, "To hit people with the caaaaaaaaaaars!" And then he broke off and drove in a small, tight circle, apparently not minding that this meant giving up the chase. "Can you drive?" he asked Loki. It was pretty clear that Myrnin couldn't. Or at least that he didn't care to. He was just pulling the wheel almost at random.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 22, 2019 21:08:40 GMT -5
Hange didn’t notice the teacher’s blink at first, as they were too busy studying a dent in the wallpaper on the other side of the room. Had it been there before? Or had something interesting happened here? In fact, the presence of a blemish on the House’s carefully crafted exterior brought to mind several questions about - Creeeak... Someone had shifted their weight, causing one of the old boards underfoot to let out an obnoxious squeak. Hearing the errant noise, Hange whipped around, eager to see had arrived, and found... A man...oh! Yes! They knew him! It was the man with the floating hair! Only his hair wasn’t floating right now... ”Ahh! Hello over there!” they crowed, charging straight for the man and stopping short mere inches from bowling him over like an overexcited puppy. “Aizawa, wasn’t it?? I was beginning to think the House had decided to stop blinking you in!” They leaned forward a little, gaze migrating momentarily from his eyes to his hair in the hopes that some of it might start levitating again.
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Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Feb 22, 2019 21:08:42 GMT -5
Flandre's wings twitched, the crystals gently knocking into each other with a small wind chime-like sound as she turned around to face Greed. Toy? She shook her head; while she did break her toys often, no one had stolen any. She would of been grateful if someone had been around to steal them, really, because that would mean there was someone there. Even though she had no idea how much she could trust this guy yet, Flandre found herself approaching him carefully, standing on her tiptoes to try and look at him in the eye.
"Are you... human?"
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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 22, 2019 21:21:12 GMT -5
Aizawa froze as the floorboard creaked underfoot. The nonexistent time in this fever dream of a place slowed as he made eye contact with Hange. The urge to bolt out of the room seized him, and he only refrained from doing so by sheer force of will. Hange, however, bolted right towards him. He slid slightly to the side, just in case they failed to stop. "If only," he muttered, sinking deeper into his scarf so that it was just dead eyes peeking out over to glare at them. Why did their gaze keep going up? They weren't going to shove their hand in his hair again were they? "Don't think about it," he said, deciding to bite it before they did.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 22, 2019 21:34:59 GMT -5
Hange tilted their head slightly, reacting to Aizawa’s retreat into his scarf as if he were a turtle who had disappeared into his shell. Their gaze traveled to the hair around the taller man’s shoulders and they narrowed their eyes, as if assessing the risk of grabbing a handful and just making a run for it. Eventually, though, they wilted under the teacher’s bloodshot glare and sighed, standing up a little straighter. “Think about what??” they queried innocently, sticking their hands in their pockets. “I have no idea what you’re referring to.” His hair stayed stubbornly flat on his head....surely there had to be a way to make it float again “I’m going in a room,” they announced, turning on their heel and marching in determined strides towards the hall. Or, at least, the strides looked determined - in reality, they were very much hoping he would decide to follow.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 22, 2019 21:44:32 GMT -5
Loki summoned a dagger on instinct as Czeslaw's car slammed into theirs with a jolt. They held the dagger up horizontally, narrowing their green eyes as Czeslaw hunched over, apologizing. Deciding that the boy was no threat, they lowered their arm, placing a hand on the plastic wheel as Myrnin approached- ah, he wasn't planning on stopping- Loki deftly tossed the blade from their right to their left, pointing it at the vampire. It was a good thing for Myrnin that the two had already gotten off on the right foot, or there would have been a high chance of him being skewered.
"Thank you for your explanation." Loki mocked drily. "Otherwise I would have assumed your driving skills were even more incompetent than I thought."
"Clearly, the ability to drive is not a requirement for this room." Loki commented pointedly, quirking an eyebrow as Myrnin putzed around in the bumper car. They did watch, however, as Myrnin managed to maneuver the car around and experimentally placed their hands on the steering wheel. They pressed one of the pedals- no reaction. Ah, must be the other one, then. They pressed it, and the little vehicle lurched forwards.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 22, 2019 21:48:49 GMT -5
Czeslaw flinched away from Loki, very apprehensive as always with someone he didn't know was an immortal or not. Then again, he was beginning to see that not all immortals were the same kind as him, and he was beginning to believe that someone like Myrnin could not devour him even if they wanted to. Speaking of Myrnin, he kicked his fleeing game back into gear when the vampire started going after him again. He was practically trailing a dotted line of screaming after him around the arena, doing figure-8's and evasive maneuvers to avoid the other blinker. Thankfully, the screaming was short and of the startled sort, even coming off as him having fun. In the Paradox House? He was even slightly disappointed when the chasing stopped, but more so thankful. He watched the two adults, carefully observing how Myrnin interacted with Loki so that he could begin to understand what the newcomer was all about. His foot stayed on the pedal, and he was ready to bolt if he was approached.
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Post by Ver Million on Feb 22, 2019 21:50:45 GMT -5
"Funny you ask that, kiddo." Greed smirked, now squatting to face Flandre properly. He eyed her wings with curiosity. Were those colorful crystals real? Wow, the little girl could sell them and make millions if she wanted to. Especially if they somehow grow naturally. "I'm a Homunculus, completely man-made," He chortled, "And you're not human either, right? But you're not a Homunculus like me...are you a chimera?"
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