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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 23, 2019 22:24:55 GMT -5
Hange squawked as the body of a man quite a bit bigger than them slammed full into them, knocking them clear out of the drivers seat and in a tangled knot of limbs on the passenger seat floor. A quiet wrench of pain shot through their ankle, and they wriggled into a semi-upright position, only to discover that their foot had gotten caught in the space between the two seats, preventing them from climbing back up to the seat. They could, however, see Loki barreling towards the two of them, brandishing a very sharp knife in one hand with every intent to use it. “Right! Right! Turn right!” they shouted at Aizawa, hastily claiming him as a temporary ally now that they were downed and the two of them were both about to get stabbed.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 23, 2019 22:31:16 GMT -5
Czes wavered back when Myrnin booped his nose, like a cat who was shocked by a touch but didn't bother to move. And then, everything the vampire said. It was a lot of information to take in at once, and he had to try to see it from his perspective in order to process it. Overall, he was just trying to get over his disbelief. The soles of his shoes seemed to melt into the floor, and it took all his concentration not to wobble. When this concentration returned to focusing on Myrnin, Czeslaw just blinked slowly. Then he blinked again. "S... Some people would say you're even stranger than me," he said, as if it were his duty to inform him. He wasn't just talking about the hand-chopping comment, either, but that was part of it. He also meant the way Myrnin seemed to consistently go out of his way for someone who had tried to murder him, albeit in self-defense. He hadn't believed in vampires before, but that was not the most shocking part of this person. It was his personality. When a moment had passed after his first comment and he had time to mull over the correct response, he murmured an amended, "...Thank you." With that he turned halfway and climbed back onto his bumper car so that he was sitting at an angle, not in driving position. He turned his face slightly away from Myrnin as if the other blinkers were catching his attention, but he was mostly watching the vampire from out of the corner of his eye.
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Post by Iceclaw on Feb 23, 2019 22:37:49 GMT -5
Wheezing slightly from the impact, Aizawa's hand came down on his capture weapon. Oh thank [oops]. Seeing Loki pulling toward them, he made one very quick decision: he was done. Seizing his capture weapon, he leaped up, flinging it at a beam not too far from them. Dismissing Hange's shouts, he launched himself out of the car and swung away. Loki had looked more curious than stabby, and anyways, their beef was with him, not Hange. He doubted Hange was in any real danger. Slinging past the beam, Aizawa hit the ground running, gritting his teeth as pain shot up his leg from the initial stab wound. He wanted to get up high and away from them, but the metal wiring above the rink prevented that. He was in no mood to get electrocuted, so he settled for an empty car. Landing in it, he looked back over his shoulder to glare at the two demons. His eyes hurt and he knew he was bleeding from at least two wounds, but at least he had his capture weapon back.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 23, 2019 23:35:18 GMT -5
"Not some people," confirmed Myrnin, nodding his head sagely. "A lot of people. A lot of people would think that. I am very strange." He pressed a hand to his chest, as if this somehow proved it. He grinned anyway and looked away. Czeslaw probably didn't know how often people tried to kill him. If he hated them all he'd have no friends! Which was weird, but he hadn't noticed. Instead, he pointed at Loki, Hange, and Aizawa. "I take it you don't want to interrupt those lot. Should we try and do something ourselves or should we go against logic and get between them?" He wasn't much for logic, but he'd leave it up to Czeslaw.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 23, 2019 23:48:24 GMT -5
"Um..." Czeslaw lifted his head out of the swamp of thoughts that had come to him. One of these thoughts was about how he would have to face L soon enough, and he had no idea what he would say. Knowing him, possibly nothing. Myrnin guided his attention to Loki, Hange, and Aizawa, and he rubbed his forearm while he stared. They seemed to be messing around more than fighting to him, which could have been because he had been exposed to much more dangerous fights. In fact, these blinkers seemed to know each other, almost like it was a wrestling match between siblings. He also questioned the phrase 'get between', not sure if he was referring to stopping the fight or joining it. "H... How about you go. I'll follow." He definitely hadn't decided if he would follow or stay on the sidelines--he sounded confident enough, but right now his plan was to just watch Myrnin interrupt and presumably get swallowed by the crossfire.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Feb 23, 2019 23:48:35 GMT -5
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. (I decided to repost this and delete the first one since I ended up pretty much rewriting it lol. Didn't like how it went before.) (You're welcome to add on to this room, control the 'ghost wolves' etc, if you want. XP) Astolfo watched the dart fly with wide eyes full of anticipation. It struck it's target as intended, causing the invisible beast to let out a loud growl as if in discomfort. Then the glow of it's eyes vanished, followed by loud thump as it presumably fell over asleep. "Oh, that's so cool! I should get me some of those!" The Rider hummed, looking as if he'd just seen something amazing. Which it had been to him. At his fellow blinkers next words, he gave a lazy shrug. "No. But even someone with as much of a lack of sense as I, would know those things are dangerous!" Alright, he was getting bored of sitting in this tree. Plus those 'things' were getting too close for comfort as they started clawing at the base of the trunk. He'd gotten Vanessa into this mess, so he was going to make sure she got out of it. That was his next goal. An idea formed in his mind, although he wasn't sure the other blinker was going like it. "Get ready to run, okay? I'll distract them!" Hopefully she could move at least somewhat fast... Without a second thought, the Servant got up and leapt off his branch, right over the surrounding group of monsters. He hovered a few inches off the ground once he landed, but he wasn't floating away anymore, showing he'd finally figured out how to control the flying effects placed on him. "Listen up you fiends!" All of the sets of floating eyes quickly turned to peer at the human yelling at them, before letting out more growls as they began stalking towards him. Astolfo, meanwhile went on, puffing out his chest in a display of confidence. "You now face one of the mighty twelve paladins of Charlemagne, Astolfo! I shall be the one to deliver righteous punishment upon-" One of the monsters leapt at him, cutting off his speech as he danced out of the way. "Hey! Let me finish! I didn't get to last time either!"
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Post by strider on Feb 24, 2019 0:33:57 GMT -5
strider Clementine couldn't help but feel a little ache in her heart when Combeferre brought up his mother. She did her best to push past it, though, instead smiling at the thought of maybe getting homemade hot chocolate one day. She perked up a bit at the fun part; that hadn't been mentioned to her before. She didn't know if the fun would outweigh the bad though, and given what she'd learned as of late it seemed way better to be cautious over new things. And it's not like she would go run off to see any of the rooms without an adult anyway. "Yeah, I don't know," she agreed, "I'd like to see what's around, but if it's too dangerous maybe not." At the mention of moths, Clem giggled a little. "Really? I see them all the time at night! They like to fly around when we set up the flashlights. And one time one almost got stuck in my hair!" Combeferre shrugged at the idea of danger. He knew it was there, and he knew it wasn't worth the risk, but that didn't stop him from being curious. He figured the next time he found some adult supervision that he actually felt like was responsible, he wouldn't hesitate to explore a room. He did like the idea of the fun ones... or at least the ones where there could be something to learn from them. He didn't know if that was a very common thing, but he hoped it was. "All the time?" Combeferre repeated, his eyes widening at the description she gave. "Do you know what kind?" It was doubtful she did, but if she did then maybe she could describe the species that he hadn't ever seen before. "I like finding them a lot. A lot of people are scared of them, but they aren't going to hurt anyone! They just like to fly around and mind their own business."
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Post by strider on Feb 24, 2019 0:40:22 GMT -5
Samuel was shocked - and truthfully touched - that Nico was offering. He sat up a bit straighter, like some positive emotions were starting to keep his spine from bending. He ... he didn't have anyone to do things with anymore. And here Nico was offering to teach him how to use a sword. "I'd love to!" he blurted, just in case the opportunity would be taken back or he'd somehow be unable to answer in the time before he blinked out. "That would be really cool. I don't care if there isn't, like, a practical use for it in my world or anything. I've never had the chance before." His eyes alone showed how much he appreciated this. Sam looked back down at his necklace again, studying the charm like he had ever since he'd gotten it. He didn't mind the question. He'd explained it before. He was okay with it. "My dad gave it to me when I was eight. It was supposed to have been my grandmothers from when she moved to America so he said I should keep it safe. I don't remember my grandmother, but, well ... my dad passed away two years ago so I remember it from him." He'd noticed Nico twist his skull ring, but didn't ask about it. Maybe later, when they'd talked more. "Also," he added, adding a small smile to the story. "I swear the chain is steal or something. I've had it for ages and it's still not broken." Hopefully it would stay that way. Loosing it would hurt a lot, particularly since it was all he had left. Nico watched Sam a moment before nodding. He would teach the slightly younger boy how to use the sword. It sounded like the kind of thing they both needed. He needed someone who would see him and not be afraid, someone who also wouldn't look at hima nd see what he'd been like when he was younger, before he'd really learned anything about the world. And maybe Sam just needed someone to talk to and someone willing to spend time with him. That was the impression Nico got anyway, and he'd have to go off the impression alone. There was no way he would ever ask that question. "It's a good thing to have something to remember the people who are gone..." Nico's voice remained quiet as he thought of what he said. Sometimes remembering hurt too much though. Sometimes he wished he had been the one made to forget when Hera picked her targets. Yet he was prone to disappearing. Nobody would come after him, or even worry about him. He shook his head of the thought. "I really hope it doesn't break," he added. He couldn't help but think that, if Sam's necklace broke, and if Nico survived the war, he could get the boy one that would never break. He was sure the Hephaestus kids would be glad to do it. He shifted, looking Sam over for a moment. "If you want to learn how to use the sword, you have to learn how to stand properly. Your weight needs to be balanced so that if someone tried to push you over they wouldn't be able to."
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Post by strider on Feb 24, 2019 0:45:55 GMT -5
</div>In front of them appeared a table that was, in fact wood, had a flat surface, and was a normal size. Yet the legs, still wood, were carved in a shape that was far too realistically human. And, as they were seemingly normal human legs, the table was a bit too short to be of any use to sit at. To say the very least, it was rather unsettling. "It uh... well, it gave you what you asked for," Nico commented dryly, taking a step away from the table. "Think the House would listen if we asked it to either give it normal table legs or take it away all together?" Matt was a lot easier to look at than the table, with its legs ending in elaborately carved boots and socks. He thought for a moment before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Please give us a black tablecloth made out of silk that fits this table and goes all the way down to the floor. Please make it perfectly in tact with no holes or anything and also square shaped like a normal tablecloth..."
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Post by Auransky on Feb 24, 2019 0:49:02 GMT -5
Elliot slowly brushed off the ash off his shoulders, behind him a rapid fire was roaring at close proximity. Unphased by the mayhem he started to walk away from it. He rested a hand against his side, "Tch.." He could feel the blood seeping through his attire, "She certainly wont be happy-" He blinked, only to see his situation change from the grim ravaged village to some wide open room full of voices, hostility , and strange looking neon rocks. He blinked, his turquoise eyes skimming his surroundings. Next he looked down to see he was on top of a bumper car. Blast of all times... He wanted to really hurt something right about now, he looked terrible-combat recent, and just not in the mood for any of this. Blasted gods-When I find the responsible beings which decided to set me here...He stood upright on the front of the bumper car he was standing on.
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Post by strider on Feb 24, 2019 0:52:27 GMT -5
Rue blinked in, a small, serious smile on her lips that reached her dark eyes, softening them. Her hands had several small, bleeding cuts on them, and there was a scratch across one cheek, but she wasn’t paying the small injuries any attention. In her hand was a large ripe plum, which she held out in front of her, clearly offering it to someone. Judging by the angle of her arm, it was someone shorter than she was. “-bury the pit when you’re done, okay?” She said, then blinked in momentary shock as her little sister no longer stood in front of her. Then she recognized the carpet and relaxed, sighing to herself. She didn’t mind the House. It was nice to get a break sometimes, and so far almost everyone here had been nice to her, or at least not flat out mean. Plus sometimes there was food, and the more she ate here, the less she would need in her own world, right? She glanced around, and the smile returned to her lips as she saw the other blinker, a young boy laying on the couch. “Hey there.” She said brightly and walked towards him. “I’m Rue. Who are you?” Noah sat up, pushing his hair out of his face and rubbling gently at the smudge on his cheek. A perpetual habit it seemed. One he longed to break, but couldn't quite. His cheek still felt weird there... he didn't like it, but there really wasn't anything he could do to change it. If only he could go back in time and get new friends... he shook the thought off, realizing he'd been staring at Rue. "Noah," he replied quietly, reaching out his hand to shake. Most people seemed to still do that, so he figured it was better to be polite. "Nice to meet you, Rue." He didn't really have anything else to say. He wasn't great at conversation even with his best friends, but they tolerated his silence and the part of him that didn't really seem there. He didn't even know if they'd noticed that about him yet. He knew they would, eventually. Silently, he shifted so there would be room on the couch for Rue as well, if she wanted it. She seemed nice enough, but Noah felt rather disoriented, as he always did in the House. He couldn't see the future of what happened with Rue like he could see the future of what happened in his world. He didn't know if she was trustworthy. He didn't know if they would become friends. The not knowing was scary. Knowing what was going to happen was the only nice part about being dead, and the House took that from him.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 24, 2019 8:55:44 GMT -5
strider ) “Well damn...” said Matt, raising his eyebrows as what, at first glance, appeared to be a perfectly normal table appeared. “Maybe we actually -oh. Oh god. Never mind.” He bent over, examining the grotesque human legs that were holding their excessively short table off the floor. “Seriously, what the hell, House?” He turned to Nico, watching expectantly as he did his best to make a regular, not-creepy tablecloth so they didn’t have to look at the uncomfortably person-shaped legs anymore. What appeared was, in fact, a normal tablecloth. It was made of silk, long enough to fit the table perfectly, and was colored a deep, dark black. It was also, unfortunately, frozen into the center of a very large block of solid ice. “Helpful,” commented Matt, smirking and shaking his head at the House’s ridiculous workaround. Lark ) Matt grinned as the man took a quick look around, obviously in awe of the massive space, then went straight for a door. “Damn. You don’t waste time, do you?” he commented, following him in with a brisk half-jump over the threshold. For a moment, he couldn’t see anything as his eyes slowly adjusted to what was significantly more gloom than they’d been in moments ago. But as he squinted through the low light, he slowly began to make out what he was looking at. A massive amusement park loomed in front of them, in slightly less than mint condition. It looked like nobody had been here in quite some time...plants were growing from the cracks in the concrete path, and the Ferris wheel that was silhouetted in the distance looked to be slightly tilted off its axis. There was no one in sight. A piece of paper was taped to the first ride - a rusty old tilt-a-whirl with giant rubber ducks for cars. “Woah, cool...” said Matt, voice hushed by the sight. He’d always wanted to visit one of these at night.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 24, 2019 10:22:56 GMT -5
Rue sat down beside the boy and tucked her legs up beside her, Then wavered slightly as she noticed he was staring at her. Which wasn’t actually that unusual, both here and back in her own world. Peacekeepers stared at her to make sure she wasn’t breaking any of their beloved laws (which was unsettling because she, in fact, usually was) and people at school stared at her because she was so small, and she knew they either pitied her or wondered how she was still alive. At least she hadn’t been reaped. Then she couldn’t disappear like she could at home. Like she’d learned to do so well she could watch her own siblings, running and playing, without them even guessing she was near. Like she’d learned to do when she was somewhere she shouldn’t be, doing something she shouldn’t do. The smile strengthened again as he offered his hand, and she took it and held it for a minute before letting go. “Nice to meet you, too. I haven’t gotten to meet a lot of people here yet.” He seemed shy. She hoped she wasn’t bothering him, but her gut said he wasn’t against talking...he just didn’t really know how. “What about you? Have you met a lot of people around here?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 24, 2019 10:28:37 GMT -5
(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. “In comparison to most people? Probably not.” Kelsier admitted, looking the other man over as he felt himself being inspected. Apparently he wasn’t all that interesting, which amused him. Only in the House, he supposed, could there be so much oddness already that whatever he had to offer was dull in comparison. Not that he was going to let that slide, without showing off a little bit first, of course. “I have heard about the rooms, though. Haven’t been in a lot of them yet, but I’m looking forward to exploring as many as I can. What are they like?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 24, 2019 20:03:03 GMT -5
Hange squirmed and kicked and struggled from the floor of the now-abandoned bumper car, realizing after several moments of being jostled about by the other cars that the others weren’t intending to do anything to get them out. Hm...so...their boot was stuck in the space between the two seats. That left several options...they could try to leave the boot behind, or they could try to chop up the seat itself, or they could chop off their own foot. ...Okay, that last one was probably excessive. But it paid to think of every possibility. Eventually, they settled on the safer option of trying to wriggle out of their boot, leaving it wedged and their foot free. It was easier said than done, but after some very painful-looking contortions, they finally managed to wrench themself free. “Aha!” they exclaimed, popping up from the bottom of the car like a deranged Jack-in-the-box. Only to find that the two from earlier, including Aizawa and his hair, had left them behind once again. “Myrniiiiiiiiin!” they called, draping themself upside-down over the passenger side door as they spotted their friend. “Lovely room, isn’t it?? Crashing cars on purpose?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2019 20:31:49 GMT -5
Samuel was shocked - and truthfully touched - that Nico was offering. He sat up a bit straighter, like some positive emotions were starting to keep his spine from bending. He ... he didn't have anyone to do things with anymore. And here Nico was offering to teach him how to use a sword. "I'd love to!" he blurted, just in case the opportunity would be taken back or he'd somehow be unable to answer in the time before he blinked out. "That would be really cool. I don't care if there isn't, like, a practical use for it in my world or anything. I've never had the chance before." His eyes alone showed how much he appreciated this. Sam looked back down at his necklace again, studying the charm like he had ever since he'd gotten it. He didn't mind the question. He'd explained it before. He was okay with it. "My dad gave it to me when I was eight. It was supposed to have been my grandmothers from when she moved to America so he said I should keep it safe. I don't remember my grandmother, but, well ... my dad passed away two years ago so I remember it from him." He'd noticed Nico twist his skull ring, but didn't ask about it. Maybe later, when they'd talked more. "Also," he added, adding a small smile to the story. "I swear the chain is steal or something. I've had it for ages and it's still not broken." Hopefully it would stay that way. Loosing it would hurt a lot, particularly since it was all he had left. Nico watched Sam a moment before nodding. He would teach the slightly younger boy how to use the sword. It sounded like the kind of thing they both needed. He needed someone who would see him and not be afraid, someone who also wouldn't look at hima nd see what he'd been like when he was younger, before he'd really learned anything about the world. And maybe Sam just needed someone to talk to and someone willing to spend time with him. That was the impression Nico got anyway, and he'd have to go off the impression alone. There was no way he would ever ask that question. "It's a good thing to have something to remember the people who are gone..." Nico's voice remained quiet as he thought of what he said. Sometimes remembering hurt too much though. Sometimes he wished he had been the one made to forget when Hera picked her targets. Yet he was prone to disappearing. Nobody would come after him, or even worry about him. He shook his head of the thought. "I really hope it doesn't break," he added. He couldn't help but think that, if Sam's necklace broke, and if Nico survived the war, he could get the boy one that would never break. He was sure the Hephaestus kids would be glad to do it. He shifted, looking Sam over for a moment. "If you want to learn how to use the sword, you have to learn how to stand properly. Your weight needs to be balanced so that if someone tried to push you over they wouldn't be able to." There was something about Nico which made Samuel think there was a lot more going on in his head than he ever said out loud. Maybe a slight inflection to his voice or a different beat to his heart, but Samuel couldn't be sure. Each place he paused when he spoke was leaving some thought unspoken, Samuel was sure. He just could guess that there was a lot to Nico he didn't know about and they were both just getting to know one another so he wouldn't yet. But Nico also seemed really nice. Samuel didn't know what the other boy was thinking, but that was okay. Nico was easy to talk to. And it seemed like Nico wanted someone to talk with as well. "O-okay," he said, thinking about Nico's words about how to use a sword. He waved at the sword and asked, "Could you show me?" He wasn't too sure if someone could push him over. He knew he was stronger than he used to be, but he had never thought about whether or not he was stronger just by standing still. There had been the time when he'd been in the living room with all the clones, but it had all moved so fast that he just remembered Vincent and that chaos. Samuel stood up from the couch, tilting his head and curious to see if Nico would demonstrate what he meant by standing properly.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2019 20:56:15 GMT -5
"Heeeeeeeeeeeello Elliot," said Myrnin rather blandly when he saw the other blinker blink in. Other blinker blink in, other blinker blink in, other blinker blink in ... wonderful nonsense right there. He mentally entitled Elliot as a show-off, considering the last encounter. In fact ... if was with almost the same set of blinkers who were here now. Still ... "Cooooome on Coleslaw," Myrnin begged. "It'll be fuuuun. I swear none of them eat people. I'm the only one who eats people - well ... in a loose sense of the word. Bits of people but the people usually live through it but that aside Hange is nice." He trundled his car in Hange's direction, since they had been the one to call out to him. The car looped the long way around, however. The lights on the bumper car flashed several times as he passed Elliot and it took a very long time for him to find the break. By the time he had, he'd almost passed the injured blinker. Myrnin still looked very board, but he rummaged around in his pockets until he'd pulled out a small bundle of gauze. "Here," he said offhandedly as he tossed it at Elliot. "You're dripping on the ladybugs." Then the car was pushed back into movement and Myrnin started the long, winding trail of flooring to get to Hange. The car jerked this way and that until it practically bumped into Loki's. Myrnin tilted his head as he looked at the stabby-inclined blinker. "Interesting room?" he inquired, even as his foot found the wrong pedal and sent him slowly into reverse. Hange was, by pure happenstance, in that direction. He was going to end up hitting someone sooner or later.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Feb 24, 2019 21:13:01 GMT -5
Czeslaw gave somewhat of an undercover glare at Myrnin, letting his face settle into a little too much of an adult expression. Poor choice of words, vampire. He understood what the other blinker meant though. In fact, he should probably get to know more of the blinkers--perhaps he would need to take advantage of them in the future, if nothing else. He got into position and drove his car a little closer, stopping before colliding with another and keeping himself far behind the steering wheel lest he be noticed too much. He looked on, wondering why Myrnin was carrying around gauze and what had happened to the person who had just blinked in. How the two knew each other was also a question. The worry of being noticed was overtaken some when his new... friend? No, he wouldn't dare call Myrnin a friend yet-started accidentally reversing. "Uh- Myrnin..." The boy was standing up in his vehicle, presumably to help, and starting to exit it but stopping when he saw that Loki was in the way.
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Post by Auransky on Feb 24, 2019 21:54:19 GMT -5
His name was called, he flinched not in response but rather to the deep pain as recovery was a rather stupid process. No... not idiotic... rather i'm stubborn to feed... His attention turned to Myrnin who was riding around this massive neon colorful rock. There was a kid there too, Oh dear gods... what has that child committed to be with that individual? He watched the vampire ride circles on the massive rock, it was strange-it almost reminded him of jousting except-very different. or at least elephants .. Myrnin caught his attention once more, pointing out that he was dripping on the ladybug? ??? He couldn't comprehend this being a ladybug, it looked like a rock. Then he took a snippet to his wound which was still seeping through his attire. Gods you blasted Himmlisch... His attention turned back to the vampire who had reached into his pockets, Gods... for once I concede Then the gauze was pulled out and he couldn't help but dumbfoundly blink, before quietly reaching for the medical item. He silently looked at it then back at Myrnin still trying to register what the hell was going on with any of this room. After a bit of hesitation he couldn't help but speak up, "Much appreciated..." he softly commentated then proceeding to use the gauze, at the same time he untied the square scarf which rested along his back. Removing it revealed a rather decorative crest, folding the scarf in a long way he began to apply the gauze on the wound area, then the scarf to reinforce it. Tying the scarf along his waist he couldn't help but shrug seeing as the once dark blue color was now being invaded by the seeping red.
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Post by strider on Feb 25, 2019 0:24:57 GMT -5
Rue sat down beside the boy and tucked her legs up beside her, Then wavered slightly as she noticed he was staring at her. Which wasn’t actually that unusual, both here and back in her own world. Peacekeepers stared at her to make sure she wasn’t breaking any of their beloved laws (which was unsettling because she, in fact, usually was) and people at school stared at her because she was so small, and she knew they either pitied her or wondered how she was still alive. At least she hadn’t been reaped. Then she couldn’t disappear like she could at home. Like she’d learned to do so well she could watch her own siblings, running and playing, without them even guessing she was near. Like she’d learned to do when she was somewhere she shouldn’t be, doing something she shouldn’t do. The smile strengthened again as he offered his hand, and she took it and held it for a minute before letting go. “Nice to meet you, too. I haven’t gotten to meet a lot of people here yet.” He seemed shy. She hoped she wasn’t bothering him, but her gut said he wasn’t against talking...he just didn’t really know how. “What about you? Have you met a lot of people around here?” "I... well, not a lot," Noah replied, rubbing at the smudge on his cheek again as though trying to get it to come off. It never would, though it seemed like a nervous habit of his. "A few, certainly, and there are plenty of people that I've seen around but... maybe only two or three that I've actually talked to." His voice was getting a bit stronger as he went on, as though he found suddenly that he had the right to be talking to someone here. His physical form seemed to strengthen a bit, though it seemed almost like a trick of the eye. As though he'd been not quite there before, but now he was there, all of him, no questions asked. A trick of the light, maybe. "What's your world like?" he asked, not really sure what else to say. He knew some people came from worlds that were more magic than others, and he knew that, somehow, his world had become one of those. Magic that he couldn't control. Magic that he'd gotten caught up in, that he couldn't escape from... a failed spell was all he was. Yet he knew he wouldn't trade it. He just wanted to be alive again. He didn't wish he'd never been dead.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 25, 2019 0:28:55 GMT -5
(I've been logged on for three days straight with various replies pending in tabs, but I need to turn the computer off. So note to self: Reply to Hawk and Echo.)
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Feb 25, 2019 0:34:03 GMT -5
Nico watched Sam a moment before nodding. He would teach the slightly younger boy how to use the sword. It sounded like the kind of thing they both needed. He needed someone who would see him and not be afraid, someone who also wouldn't look at hima nd see what he'd been like when he was younger, before he'd really learned anything about the world. And maybe Sam just needed someone to talk to and someone willing to spend time with him. That was the impression Nico got anyway, and he'd have to go off the impression alone. There was no way he would ever ask that question. "It's a good thing to have something to remember the people who are gone..." Nico's voice remained quiet as he thought of what he said. Sometimes remembering hurt too much though. Sometimes he wished he had been the one made to forget when Hera picked her targets. Yet he was prone to disappearing. Nobody would come after him, or even worry about him. He shook his head of the thought. "I really hope it doesn't break," he added. He couldn't help but think that, if Sam's necklace broke, and if Nico survived the war, he could get the boy one that would never break. He was sure the Hephaestus kids would be glad to do it. He shifted, looking Sam over for a moment. "If you want to learn how to use the sword, you have to learn how to stand properly. Your weight needs to be balanced so that if someone tried to push you over they wouldn't be able to." There was something about Nico which made Samuel think there was a lot more going on in his head than he ever said out loud. Maybe a slight inflection to his voice or a different beat to his heart, but Samuel couldn't be sure. Each place he paused when he spoke was leaving some thought unspoken, Samuel was sure. He just could guess that there was a lot to Nico he didn't know about and they were both just getting to know one another so he wouldn't yet. But Nico also seemed really nice. Samuel didn't know what the other boy was thinking, but that was okay. Nico was easy to talk to. And it seemed like Nico wanted someone to talk with as well. "O-okay," he said, thinking about Nico's words about how to use a sword. He waved at the sword and asked, "Could you show me?" He wasn't too sure if someone could push him over. He knew he was stronger than he used to be, but he had never thought about whether or not he was stronger just by standing still. There had been the time when he'd been in the living room with all the clones, but it had all moved so fast that he just remembered Vincent and that chaos. Samuel stood up from the couch, tilting his head and curious to see if Nico would demonstrate what he meant by standing properly. Nico nodded, taking the sword in his right hand and settling into a position that required a bit of focus, but left him more balanced. "Try to push me over," he told Sam, steadying his back foot for a moment before nodding once. Nico knew he couldn't be moved by demigods much bigger than him. He may have had a manipulative, abusive teacher, but he'd sure learned a lot. And he had been given the chance to learn more in New Rome, where they really had their strategy down. They knew the best way to make a fighter stronger. And although he couldn't often rely on strength in battle - he had to rely too much on his speed and his powers - he was confident that when in the proper stance it would take a lot to push him down. Of course, he'd never had a vampire try on him, and he wasn't aware that this was the situation he'd put himself in. "See how my feet aren't exactly in line with each other? There's a bit of space, and one foot is pointing out to create more of a triangle position. Triangles are the strongest shape, even though that's a really stupid sentence. It's true." He shrugged, leveraging the blade for a moment, as though focusing on an invisible enemy in front of him.
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"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Feb 25, 2019 0:34:39 GMT -5
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. "Exactly!" Rae agreed with Noctin. That was kind of a fun way to look at it. She watched as Noctin examined the phone, glancing at the screen to see the picture of a dragon she was unfamiliar with. She checked her phone again, switching from the camera to her album app. Yep, all her pictures were there. She scrolled a bit, going past the scenery and food shot until she found one of her and Janelle.
She looked back up when Eises mentioned the cabinets again. "Maybe more equipment?" Rae guessed. Thinking no to how the walls were she could assume this was the House's way to give them a sort of photo studio. She stepped over to a different one they hadn't opened and found shelves of tripods and monopods folded inside. "Oh, neat!"
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"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Feb 25, 2019 0:54:21 GMT -5
strider Clementine couldn't help but feel a little ache in her heart when Combeferre brought up his mother. She did her best to push past it, though, instead smiling at the thought of maybe getting homemade hot chocolate one day. She perked up a bit at the fun part; that hadn't been mentioned to her before. She didn't know if the fun would outweigh the bad though, and given what she'd learned as of late it seemed way better to be cautious over new things. And it's not like she would go run off to see any of the rooms without an adult anyway. "Yeah, I don't know," she agreed, "I'd like to see what's around, but if it's too dangerous maybe not." At the mention of moths, Clem giggled a little. "Really? I see them all the time at night! They like to fly around when we set up the flashlights. And one time one almost got stuck in my hair!" Combeferre shrugged at the idea of danger. He knew it was there, and he knew it wasn't worth the risk, but that didn't stop him from being curious. He figured the next time he found some adult supervision that he actually felt like was responsible, he wouldn't hesitate to explore a room. He did like the idea of the fun ones... or at least the ones where there could be something to learn from them. He didn't know if that was a very common thing, but he hoped it was. "All the time?" Combeferre repeated, his eyes widening at the description she gave. "Do you know what kind?" It was doubtful she did, but if she did then maybe she could describe the species that he hadn't ever seen before. "I like finding them a lot. A lot of people are scared of them, but they aren't going to hurt anyone! They just like to fly around and mind their own business." Clem nodded. "It's been getting colder though, so there hasn't been as many." She gave pause to try and think if she did know the kinds, but of course she didn't. "They used to scare me a little, but I think I like them now," she said, "they're funny to watch when they bump into the lights." It was also funny when she could tease Duck about when they flew too close to him. "What kinds do you have?" Not that she knew a difference, but seeing how excited Combeferre got over talking about moths made Clem interested to hear more.
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