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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 22, 2019 21:55:08 GMT -5
Hange got about four steps away before they realized that Aizawa had no intention of following them. Well, that was disappointing. Maybe he wasn’t the type for adventure? “Ahhh...” they sighed, stopping in their tracks with their back still turned to the man. “You’re no fun at all, are you...” There was a glint in their eye as they drew their blade and swiped backwards, turning their whole body and aiming their strike with such accuracy that they swiped the gray scarf-like garment from his neck. It wrapped around their sword several times like pasta around a fork, then they turned and ran, sprinting full tilt towards the hallway with a merry shout of laughter.
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Post by Sησω on Feb 22, 2019 21:58:16 GMT -5
| 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. As Victoria climbed off of Julia, the woman gave a brief sigh of relief. She stood up and took a few steps away from the chair where she had been seated moments ago, straightening out her labcoat. "Maybe," she stated, giving a shrug in response to the mechanical wolf's suggestion. Snow wasn't really something she got excited about. Besides, she couldn't go south anytime soon - she couldn't abandon her research, her job, or her garden.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Feb 22, 2019 22:09:48 GMT -5
Nope, he was really quite the party poo- all the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Spinning, he caught sight of a flash of a blade just barely missing his face. SHIT his capture weapon- he lashed out, trying to snag it, but he was a breath too slow. Hange streaked away, cackling. "HANGE!" he shouted, bolting after them. Okay now he was a little pissed. Despite knowing that it did nothing for him because as far as he knew, Hange didn't have powers, his eyes exploded into red light, his hair drifting up to buffet around as he ran. Intimidation didn't seem like it'd work either, but they were a strange one. Maybe they'd stop and stare.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 22, 2019 22:24:38 GMT -5
Hange skidded to a stop and swung around, grabbing onto the nearest doorknob and wrenching the door open as fast as they could. Panting, they spun around, and their eyes widened as they saw his hair was floating again...mmm, was he doing it on purpose? Or was it more like a dog raising its hackles? They’d have to find out. They paused in the doorway, holding their blade up with the capture weapon still securely wrapped around it like a soft sheath. Then, a wide, mischief-filled grin spread full across their face, and they put one foot across the threshold. Well, now that they had his attention... “Feel free to join me whenever you like, Mr. Aizawa!” And with that, they scampered over the threshold, disappearing into... The middle of a slick, round surface, filled with fast-moving vehicles of every shape and size. They skidded to the left, barely avoiding being hit by an oncoming car, and slipped, landing hard on their back. Then they rolled to the side, soldier’s instincts kicking in as they moved to miss yet another car.
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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 22:47:00 GMT -5
As soon as Loki had started moving the bumper car, a person appeared in the room, skidding past them before falling. They cranked on the wheel to avoid crashing, the little car jerking away with a whirr of the motor. They looked over their shoulder, keeping the other two blinkers in the room in their peripheral vision as well as the person they now recognized as fellow house-burner Hange skidding away from a second car. And on that thought, they turned the wheel back. Myrnin had said that the point was to hit people, hadn't he? Besides, these cars didn't seem particularly powerful. They drove towards Hange with a mischevious grin on their face, apparently fully intending to hit them.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 22, 2019 22:47:01 GMT -5
Pamphlets and free candy would have been appreciated at the end. "I'll take my chances." Joey stifled a skeptical laugh. Rooms that can give you a free spa treatment while one attempt to supposedly break every bone in your body, whatever that was supposed to translate into bad news clearly went past the legionnaires head. Even with Matt's wise warning he could only step to the side giving him a reassuring look. "This first trip might as well be my last. Besides, it can't be that bad, the worst thing that can happen is what? A sprained ankle?" Impulsively he was already making it for the living room's ominous exit giving the other blinker a signal to follow with his bone-like gloved hand. This guy and his thoughts, albeit odd, was a nice change of pace to say the very least. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” muttered Matt, shaking his head as Joey unwisely categorized the worst had the House had to offer as a broken ankle. The dude wasn’t turned off by danger and bad odds, that was for sure. Usually his explanation of the rooms made the newbies want to stay as far from the hallway as possible, but here he was, ready to go. Okay then. Smiling, he fell into stride, walking past Joey and into the hall. He reached up, tapping his goggles absent-mindedly as he turned to see Joey’s reaction to the doors. “Welcome to the hallway,” he told him, waving his free hand in a sweeping gesture to indicate the vast space they’d just arrived in. “Pick a door, any door.”
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Feb 22, 2019 22:47:23 GMT -5
To his great frustration, they did not stop, and ducked into the room. What was it with loud people insisting on doing things? Grabbing the handle, he flew into the room only to find a bumper car coming flying at him. Instinct kicked in and he vaulted, flying over the one car and landing close to the ground. Shit, now he was in the middle of this mess. Sidestepping cars, he jumped into one that was sitting abandoned, perching on top to look for Hange. There- right in the middle of the chaos. Honing in on them, he launched himself at them much like a cat at an unsuspecting mouse. Distantly he realized that their movements and more or less successful avoidance of the cars meant that they had some kind of reflexes. So they weren't just scatterbrained.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 22, 2019 22:55:47 GMT -5
Hange hastily unwrapped the weapon and discarded the blade, tossing it aside and holding the bundle to their chest like a football or a baby. Time seemed to slow as the scientist, much like a dog about to have a forbidden food item confiscated, realized that the end was near. They were either about to lose their leverage or get straight run down by a car...or... Thinking fast, they braced their feet against the fender of the car as it hit them and used its momentum to launch themself at Aizawa’s ankles, aiming to completely topple him right into Loki’s seat or at least on top of the windshield.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 22, 2019 23:16:01 GMT -5
Czeslaw screeched to a stop when Hange appeared, and warily watched them with Loki. Thankfully, it seemed like they were both distracted with each other, Hange becoming the target for more hits. Everything unfolded like a crisp clear disaster, and blinkers were toppling over each other right before his eyes. He just sat there, shoulders raised and ducking behind his steering wheel while he stared, directly facing the three troublemakers. He was probably too close to be safe, but the alternative was to move away, and that would probably draw even more attention to himself. Thankfully, he had encountered some of these blinkers in the Paradox House before and believed them to be mortal. His nerves were still on edge when he considered Loki though, and the boy kept his eyes trained on him.
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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 23:21:28 GMT -5
As another person appeared and began barreling at Hange as well, Loki could see the situation possibly going south. However, as far as they were aware, there was no reverse on the car. And they certainly weren't just going to swerve. The situation could get wild, and if anything they pushed down the gas pedal more. Might as well join in the chaos- or actively cause it. And then all of a sudden Hange was springing off the fender of the car, and Aizawa was reaching out for them- and there was a scarf, and then wait- Loki summoned a dagger as Aizawa was shoved by the mad scientist on top of them. As Aizawa scrambled to his feet Loki stabbed at his flailing limbs a couple times. The first one could be considered a warning stab, perhaps, but as they felt a kick land on their ribs they stabbed for real.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 22, 2019 23:22:21 GMT -5
Hange, for their part, hadn’t thought much past the moment where their plan actually worked. Now they found themself propelled headfirst down a bumper car lane, sliding at high speeds right in front of the still-moving car that now contained Loki and Aizawa. Thinking fast in order to not turn into a human pancake, they adjusted their feet on the bumper and kicked sideways, sliding out of the way of the car. It whizzed past them, and they almost missed the next part of their plan, Loki was driving so fast - but they barely managed to grab onto the back bumper as it whooshed past. Now they were being dragged instead of pushed - much safer, and it gave them a near-perfect vantage point in case a vacant car were to come into view. And they could easily let go if Aizawa decided to make another go at the scarf. Unfortunately, in the chaos, they hadn’t accounted for the length of said scarf. For a split second, their eyes widened as they realized what was about to happen - the trailing end of the scarf had just been sucked into one of the other cars’ wheels. Then, with a yelp, they were yanked from their perch and went skidding wide across the floor, now being dragged by the trapped scarf which was being pulled by the car it was stuck in.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 23, 2019 0:02:42 GMT -5
In the minutes following Hange’s unfortunate accident with the capture weapon, they’d been spending all of their time painstakingly climbing up the weapon like a climbing rope, inching nearer and nearer the vehicle which was still pulling them rapidly across the slick floor. It was hard work, considering that every few seconds they had to stop and swing themself out of the way of yet another oncoming car. They’d come close to being run over several times, and at this point it might’ve been the logical decision to call uncle and let go of the scarf. Hange considered themself a very logical person. Hange also liked peope who could make their hair stand on end, and tended to have a very high opinion of their ability to not get run over. Finally, arms burning, they were at the point of contact where the capture weapon was caught in the spokes of the bumper car’s wheel. They grabbed onto the back of the car and pulled themself up, flipping themself into the(mysteriously empty) seat. Then, they leaned out the back and untangled the scarf, setting it in a neat pile in th seat next to them. Then, finally, with their cargo safely stowed, they grabbed the steering wheel and yanked it sideways, forcing the car around in a full circle and in a new direction: directly towards Aizawa and his stab-happy attacker.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 23, 2019 12:31:09 GMT -5
Myrnin had pulled to a stop and was looking at the wild ride that two of his friends and Aizawa were having. He might have joined in, but it seemed like they were having fun without him. He scratched at his chin, whistling Mary Had A Little Lamb under his breath before glancing over at Czes. Oh dear. He was scared again. And it always seemed to be about whether someone was an immortal or not ... "I can assure you the blinker currently holding the scarf and the one with a face perpetually tired are mortal. The other is not, but it is very doubtful they are from your world. Unless Norse deities are something you worry about. Norse deity of chaos if you know them for any length of time." At least it was a moniker Loki would be pleased at, Myrnin felt.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 23, 2019 17:46:03 GMT -5
Czeslaw’s eyes were wide as he stared on at Loki, and he jolted slightly when he heard Myrnin’s voice. He was not very far into his time when that voice was not something to be afraid of; it would take some time, it seemed. He was trying not to let this jolt show, and allowed it to be overtaken with gratitude for the explanation. His hands gripped the wheel a little less relentlessly and his elbows magnetized toward each other, keeping him slouched forward in hiding. He had some idea of what he meant- after all, this place was full of myths, things that were myths in his world. And though he considered these beings to be immortal, they were not the same as himself. Well... He would have to see for himself whether the Norse deity was a threat. But he was coming to realize that there really were not as many immortals of his kind as he had originally thought. That made him think of something. While the other blinkers were fighting nearby, he turned his head to look askance at his former enemy with dark eyes. “...Myrnin.” He had to overcome the weirdness of that name coming out of his mouth. He stood up, not growing much taller, and stepped forward so that he was nearly exiting his car. “I want to see something,” he requested, suggesting that the vampire should come closer.
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Post by broken on Feb 23, 2019 18:10:45 GMT -5
(Sorry about yesterday. I should be here for a bit today, but I might be a little poofy)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 23, 2019 19:52:08 GMT -5
"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?” (I exists in some form. Probably. Hello!) "Appreciated," said Maladict, not asking what karma was, since he wasn't ready to go down the road of the unknown yet. "I'm Maladict. Nice to meet you." He took in Kelsier's appearance. There wasn't much to say, in all honesty. Like many other blinkers the vampire had met, there wasn't much familiar in the dress or speech. Awkwardly, Mal searched around for something to say. "Have you been blinking for a while?" He adjusted the sword so it was out of the way and instead reached up to scrub a hand through his hair. Then he thought better of it and let the hand drop back to his side.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 23, 2019 20:06:46 GMT -5
Myrnin allowed an eyebrow to raise and then drove the car a bit closer. It probably was try he was bad at driving it, but somehow he didn't end up crashing headlong into the boy. He didn't need to take a leaf out of Loki's book just yet. "Yeeeeees?" he asked, letting the eyebrow fall. He didn't sound suspicious as much as curious. "What is it?"
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 23, 2019 20:29:05 GMT -5
Czeslaw envied the vampire's aloofness, watching him carefully. He swayed with both feet at the edge of his car floor for just a moment and then, without allowing himself to think too much, leapt out of it and to the edge of the other blinker's car. He wasn't much taller than the seated adult, but the movement was no trouble: his right hand glided forward and landed on Myrnin's head. It was a frightening feeling, and an unnervingly familiar feeling. But it did not end as it should have. Myrnin still sat there, completely unscathed. The boy flinched but did not remove his hand at first; he had done this to be sure, to finally be convinced that he was not a threat, but even afterward he couldn't bring himself to fully believe. Would this mean that everything that had happened, even at the river, was little more than paranoia? He realized that if it was truly the case--which it was--the other blinker would have no idea what he was testing. Czeslaw blinked his eyes quickly and removed his hand, holding it in his other and bringing them both close to his chest. Then he stepped down from the car onto the arena floor. Even the other blinkers in the room were at once less threatening. "S-Sorry." He opened his mouth so say more, but there was no way to explain everything in that moment.
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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 23, 2019 21:37:14 GMT -5
Let go, damn it! Loki huffed in frustration as the slash across his fingers had little effect. They hated the feeling of being trapped. While they didn't feel particularly inclined to kill Aizawa, they did want to break up this spat.
Was he... crying? Loki quirked an eyebrow at Aizawa's teary vision, the mocking grin returning to their face. They quipped, "You know, if you're not up for fighting with people, perhaps you shouldn't lead with kicking them."
The mocking grin promptly left their face as a fist headed for it, and they attempted to lurch to the side. In the close quarters though, with their wrist pinned to the seat of the bumper car, they couldn't avoid the blow. They huffed as their head jerked to the side from the impact. They recovered from the blow fairly quickly, but kept their head to the side, shaking their head lightly as if dizzy from the punch. At the same time, they abandoned their conjuring attempt and manually reached with their free right hand for a dagger at their side. They pulled the little blade from its sheath and went to stab for Aizawa's ribs.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 23, 2019 21:49:53 GMT -5
But luckily for Aizawa’s ribs, Hange and their bumper car had finally arrived within view of the bickering couple of blinkers. Baring their teeth in a triumphant grin, they slammed their foot down on the gas pedal, feeling it hit the floor as the car sped forward with an earsplitting screeeeeeech of tires on slick linoleum. BAM. Hange’s car smashed headfirst into Loki’s car’s headlight, shattering it and crumpling half of the front bumper. Hange’s car went skidding at a parallel angle with the car, and they hastily grappled the steering wheel, trying to get themself back on track. Just a few...more...inches...they stretched out their hand, a waving, weightless lock of Aizawa’s hair firmly in their sights now.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 23, 2019 22:14:22 GMT -5
In his peripheral sight, Myrnin could still see the tussling forms of the other blinkers. If there had been any sort of logic to this room it had long since dissolved. Predictably so. His attention, however, was for the most part on Czeslaw. The vampire's eyes crossed as the boy's hand reached out. He hadn't expected anything to happen, but it looked like part of Czes had. The boy's hand withdrew and Myrnin's hand (left hand, if that helped) went out, finger somehow pressing Czes' nose lightly. "Boop!" he said, chuckling. Then he withdrew, in case the boy was going to run away. "Some time you're really going to have to tell me what the whole hand thing is about. You keep nursing your right one like it's loaded." He wiggled his fingers of both hands. "I can promise you they aren't any more or less dangerous than any other vampire hands, if that's what you've been worried about. Anyway ... if anyone starts menacing you with their right hand I'll chop it off for you if you like." He grinned, as if this was a normal statement.
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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 23, 2019 22:16:52 GMT -5
Loki caught sight of Hange again reaching for Aizawa, trying to parce out what was going on between the two of them- Aizawa had been chasing Hange, but then Hange had tackled Aizawa, and was apparently trying to keep the scarf for some reason, but now was coming back for Aizawa.
As the impact reverberated against the car, Loki wrenched their wrist free from Aizawa's grip as he went flying. They lurched to the side from the impact, falling sideways onto the seat. Loki scrambled back to a sitting position in the car and readjusted their grip on the pair of daggers, keeping a careful eye on the two. They wanted to know what this was about before just joining the fight unthinkingly. Dagger in hand, (they didn't trust their ability to summon again yet- right- what had that been about? What sort of magic did Aizawa possess?) they grabbed the steering wheel and drove to the side so that they were alongside the car a couple feet away instead of smashed up against it.
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