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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 15, 2019 15:52:52 GMT -5
Ougi laughed aloud at the newcomer's suggestion, an 'ahaha~' kind of chuckle. "Oh, it has been attempted many times. I haven't seen it in a while though, so be my guest and give it a try." Her arms were bent again to place her hands behind her back. "You're quite the stickler for procedure, aren't you? That's good. But if you do go into a room, every second counts to stay alive... Don't worry, you're safe here unless someone else decides to attack you, which happens more often than you might think." She decided to fill in a little more of the introduction, just so that she had an idea of the scope of what was going on. "It may be important to mention that this place has existed for a long time. Most solutions have been tried, and I'm certain there are even more strategies that have been attempted that are no longer within living memory. Chances are high that now that you have appeared here once, it will happen again, so you have plenty of time to uncover these mysteries." She took one final step forward and pulled her arms out to lean against the couch, standing over Minkovski even though she wasn't much taller than the seated adult. She sent a calm smile down to the other blinker, wondering what she would decide to do.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 15, 2019 16:42:23 GMT -5
Vanessa's head turned minutely and her eyes narrowed with interest as Astolfo stated what he could survive. Concerning. Would her sleeping darts even work on him if the time came? But she didn't ask, she just said, "Interesting. Good to know that I need not concern myself with it." And apparently he agreed with her because he didn't think ghost creatures and falling out of the sky was near death experiences. She didn't know what to make of this guy. He was beyond weird and just continued to be less and less logical as she delved deeper. She watched him clamber out of the mushroom and then wave around his cape - a cape, how flashy and quaint - to show her his discovery. Considering her experience with the Paradox House that sounded about right. "Then I'd assume the point of the room is to follow the direction of the wind," said Vanessa. She waved to indicate the direction of the wind. Considering they had no other leads to go off of at the moment, "Works for me!" Astolfo placed his hands behind his head and started walking, humming a carefree tune as he went. He figured Vanessa would follow after him, unless she wanted to stay behind for some reason. After a small distance the wind changed again and the Servant adjusted his direction accordingly. This was more like it. They finally got to explore without something chasing after them. The forest was silent, any life that had been there previously probably having fled in terror. The scenery itself was still pretty though, especially since he was beginning to leave the destruction zone caused by La Black Luna behind and once again enter lush forest. There wasn't much of an option for Vanessa, so she followed Astolfo, but kept her head down. Her eyes were narrowed, but the other blinker wouldn't be able to see, even if he looked back, because of how her head was tilted. There was so much and so little to Astolfo. She honestly didn't know what to make of him. How could someone like him have so much power but just be ... that ...? "Tell me about yourself," she finally said, since there seemed to be no other way of figuring him out. "What is it, exactly, that you do in your world?" The forest might have been quiet but the blix was very untrusting of it. It was too quiet, maybe. She was used to forests where there was something there, something hiding in the shadows. Instead, it was just the towering trees and Astolfo.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 15, 2019 19:16:34 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur "I see..." Elliot mentally noted. To find a race with identical weaknesses he couldn't help but see that as a concern from a wartime perspective. Being a general he could see this information valuable to any world in terms of strategy. Following the reassurance of resistance overtime he couldn't help but let out a small relieved sigh as a child would when discovering their favorite character survived. "I'd hate to learn from you that vampires were going extinct without a way to resist these common weaknesses." He softly voiced his concern. He still had some appreciation for vampires of other worlds. Nodding now he replied in between, "Yes, offspring is a possibility. Whether it be two vampires or a vampire and non vampire. Having two different parents widens the possibility for the children's abilities and weaknesses. Hence why some vampires can shapeshift, others can use elemental abilities. While it may appear like the mixed children have more benefits, which is true, they too carry the strongest flaw. They are forced to submit to anyone of higher and purer blood. If the child moves away from vampires and the process of that bloodline weds non vampires, eventually over an extended period of time a vampire blood will cease to exist. Perhaps they physical body will age at a slower pace, by a couple years at most, but by that time the offspring have done away with their origins of our people." He set his cold hand along his right cheek. "It may seem like a bad thing to have vampires overtime disappear due to their offspring linage but just as we loose a few we gain a few. It's surprisingly a cycle or a way of life as the nomads call it." With his other arm he wrapped it around his waist now doing a half cross arm. "Spurious on the other hand are created beings. Whether they be human or non human prior to being turned, those prior abilities do carry over. But similar to children born of two non vampires, Spurious will always be forced to submit to anyone of higher blood. It is only their future offspring that have a higher chance of submitting to a lesser extent. Aside from submission to anyone of higher blood, Spurious cannot end their creators. " He began tapping against his cheek, with the hand still rested against his face. "Spurious can become powerful beings to their own race, but when it comes to race whom created them, they are unfortunately open game. For this reason Spurious live in other worlds, or live away from the political sphere, in other instances they serve their masters or find someone whom to serve for a sorts of protection. The possibilities are very wide." He shrugged now with disinterest. "Pushing aside the confusing blood, we have the reserved elites at the top. They unlike everything else they are a bit more "straight forward." He proceeded to use air quotes. "Reserved is not even a word to describe the lengths of these closed groups, mingling with each other and assuring that their offspring produce a high quality result. Since this exclusive group has remained strongly closed, their abilities to force anyone below them into submission is very much the reason why they are feared among the vampires." He couldn't help but look up while rolling his eyes. "While technically one individual per family gets to be the head, everyone else in these families get ahold of something. Land, territory, or go off to other worlds to run matters under their family names. It is normally the elites who go around creating Spurious for their own agendas." The clear distaste was back. "Regardless of their agendas they all come to serve the one individual set at the top of all matters-" He jerked his head elsewhere thinking he herd something, it was most likely his imagination. "-anyways.." Keeping his usual unemotional demeanor, "Are the vampires of your world emotional?" Myrnin allowed a small smile to twist across his lips. "You would not have been completely off during the darker times in our history. We keep a deadly balance with the humans. We can't have to large a population for their sake and they cannot know about us for ours." Back during the middle ages and further there had been one wave of over population for the vampires, which had caused Amelie and Myrnin to bottle away the ways which other vampires could be created ... which had been timed with human discover and the hunts for vampires. There had been a see-saw effect. Amelie, aware that fighting back in any way would simply cause the balance to dangerously tip had found a different way. Morganville. A town which main principle was keeping the balance. His head inclined just a little as Elliot continued to talk. There was a faint hum in the back of Myrnin's throat as he mulled over the words. "I see ..." he said after a second. "Abilities on our side of the universe are a bit ... different than that. None of us can control the environment, for example." But that didn't mean they didn't have powers. Myrnin just wasn't really willing to bring up what he could do ... if he was off enough. Raizel and several other blinkers knowing was enough. He'd killed his master, he thought. His only living direct bloodline, as far as he could confirm. His and Elliot's versions of vampires were very different then. "And you," Myrnin said, voice just a touch deadpan but otherwise even. "Are not a Spurious, I take it?" Since Elliot kept flinching at the word, Myrnin assumed not. Interesting in that case. Was he adverse to their creation or just to them as a whole? Which just added another layer to why he bothered to talk to Myrnin, since what he was and Spurious was essentially the same thing. "Emotional?" he repeated, confused. "If you mean as meddlesome as your elite are, then yes. Emotional might be a bit of a stretch to describe each individual however. They have many types. I am not a perfect example. The leader of Morganville - my home - tries hard to not be overly emotional. Her second does the same, to lesser success, since he is a stick-in-the-mud." Myrnin's lips twitched with a smile again. "Meddlesome still seems appropriate however."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 15, 2019 22:22:15 GMT -5
Hange blinked into the House, hands, face, and clothes stained with grease, carrying an armful of gears and cords. They hummed to themself as they worked, then paused, noticing their workspace had vanished. With uncharacteristic gentleness, they gingerly set the equipment down on the floor, taking great care not to break anything. This was expensive, priceless even, things they’d spent years of their life tweaking and perfecting. You couldn’t just produce more in a matter of days if these got destroyed. “Well, hello there, House,” they quipped, straightening up with a smile. Disappointingly, the bumper car room seemed to have ended, and with it, their chances of snagging a piece of Aizawa’s hair. Ah, well. Next time.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 15, 2019 22:42:52 GMT -5
Yellow rain boots landed on the living room floor, the sound almost entirely undetectable. It was a person. Or--a kid? Standing in one corner of the living room so that the shadow from the bookshelf was cast over their face to obscure it. A young girl, appearing to be around fifteen years old. She was dressed up in a frilly, doll-like outfit and her hands were at her sides, what could be seen of her face showing no expression at all. In fact, this person could have been a doll based on how little they moved. She made no motion to step out of her "box" of space, and simply took in her surroundings with her feet shoulder's-width apart and her back nearly against the wall. "Oh. Hello." The voice was stagnant, but it carried a faint, ominous echo. This newcomer had turned their head just enough to peer around the bookshelf and stare with green eyes--almost directly, but strangely not quite--at Hange. She remained unfazed while she let a few seconds of silence pass. Then, "Can you tell me where I need to go?" It was what a child would ask if they were lost, but she didn't seem distressed. And she didn't seem to feel threatened by the sudden change in surroundings, or the mysterious person she had never met before being in her presence.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 15, 2019 22:51:46 GMT -5
Hange turned, thinking they’d heard a faint noise - and their thoughts were confirmed as they saw someone had blinked. It was a young child, maybe fourteen or fifteen...on first glance, she didn’t even look alive, she was so still. But then she moved her head, craning her neck to stare eerily right past them. Oh, this was going to be interesting. Judging by her question, this was her first blink. They tilted their head in turn, their own wide eyes staring, curious, back at the strange girl. “Mmm...where you need to go? What an odd question,” they mused, speaking slowly and carefully as they took in her appearance and attitude. “I’m afraid I can’t provide you with much of an answer - there are infinite answers, in a place like this.” She didn’t strike them as a normal kid. But then again, they hadn’t been the most normal kid, either. Maybe she was just eccentric.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 15, 2019 23:04:26 GMT -5
It took the girl a moment to register that what Hange's response meant was that they were not going to tell her where she needed to go. She had to think over her next strategy, doing so while making her straight face even straighter. "Oh," she said again. That seemed to be the signifier now that she was about to start talking again. "Then, can you tell me, where am I?" Then she was willing to embrace the window of silence once more. She seemed to have no intention of removing herself from the corner yet, a gesture which unfortunately preserved her creepy atmosphere. The dark always held secrets, and it just so happened that the darkness by the bookshelf in the Paradox House had produced this eerie kid. For convenience of taking in her surroundings, it would only make sense to step out, but her galoshes appeared to be forever planted in place due to her unwillingness to budge. Her eyes didn't so much as blink as they stared hollowly at the scientist.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Mar 15, 2019 23:31:39 GMT -5
There wasn't much of an option for Vanessa, so she followed Astolfo, but kept her head down. Her eyes were narrowed, but the other blinker wouldn't be able to see, even if he looked back, because of how her head was tilted. There was so much and so little to Astolfo. She honestly didn't know what to make of him. How could someone like him have so much power but just be ... that ...? "Tell me about yourself," she finally said, since there seemed to be no other way of figuring him out. "What is it, exactly, that you do in your world?" The forest might have been quiet but the blix was very untrusting of it. It was too quiet, maybe. She was used to forests where there was something there, something hiding in the shadows. Instead, it was just the towering trees and Astolfo. The humming ceased. "Hm?" Astolfo turned around just enough to glance at Vanessa through his peripheral vision while still keeping on his current path. "Well, like I said before. I'm one of the Twelve Paladins of Charlemagne. More specifically, the weakest of the bunch. In my first life, I traveled all over the world and did a ton of things, like fly to the moon on my Hippogriff, catch a giant and chase a flock of harpies to the gates of Hell!" The Servant returned his full attention back to the path ahead as the wind changed once again and adjusted his direction accordingly. As he started to answer the second question, he didn't turn around again. "Originally, I was summoned to fight in the Great Holy Grail War. But now that's over, I just kinda wonder around and explore, along with helping people who need it." That was what he'd promised his Master he'd do now after all... Suddenly, Astolfo spun around completely and started walking backwards with an excited smile plastered to his face. "What about you? What do you do?" It was his turn to sate his curiosity now. It was only fair that she went next, right?
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 16, 2019 7:50:13 GMT -5
It took the girl a moment to register that what Hange's response meant was that they were not going to tell her where she needed to go. She had to think over her next strategy, doing so while making her straight face even straighter. "Oh," she said again. That seemed to be the signifier now that she was about to start talking again. "Then, can you tell me, where am I?" Then she was willing to embrace the window of silence once more. She seemed to have no intention of removing herself from the corner yet, a gesture which unfortunately preserved her creepy atmosphere. The dark always held secrets, and it just so happened that the darkness by the bookshelf in the Paradox House had produced this eerie kid. For convenience of taking in her surroundings, it would only make sense to step out, but her galoshes appeared to be forever planted in place due to her unwillingness to budge. Her eyes didn't so much as blink as they stared hollowly at the scientist. “Yes...” said Hange, taking a cautious, slightly crooked step towards the girl. “I can, at least, tell you the basics of where you are, although my explanation falls far short of the actual situation.” This child was making them extremely curious. No way was she human - or, at least, not just human. At first, they’d thought she was just odd, but...no. This was something more than that. “This place is called the Paradox House,” they said, lapsing into their usual introduction. “It is a place, as far as anyone can tell, beyond normal time and space. It is capable of accomplishing things people in my world would call miracles, though one must keep in mind that a miracle can be either a fortune or a curse. Given that the entity who is this House is not entirely benevolent, the latter happens quite frequently. You are relatively safe here, in the living room, but if you were to, say, venture down those halls...” they gestured to the hallway,” “Well. No one could guarantee your survival.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 16, 2019 9:19:20 GMT -5
Kelsier saw the twitch out of the corner of his eye smirked to himself. He hadn’t said it with the intention of getting a reaction, but he was pleased with himself anyway. So Maladict probably respected whatever the equivalent of the Lord Ruler in his own world was. Or deeply feared him, judging by his almost hunted tone, as though he expected guards to come bursting out of the bushes and behead him. “No.” He answered, simple and bluntly honest as he began to walk alongside the other blinker. “But I never said I was a wise man, and I say what I want to say. The Lord Ruler is a tyrant and a coward, and he’s earned nothing but contempt from me. He breathed in the earthy scent of leaves and fresh dirt, then sneezed twice as unfamiliar pollen assaulted his senses. He exhaled slowly once he could breath again and scratched an itch on his arm, glancing at the vampire with his lips quirked up in a half-smile. “I’m guessing you’re authority figures wouldn’t appreciate their faces being insulted?” "I see," murmured Maladict, looking away. He tried to think of his own ruler. No one would speak of the Duchess like that - though he'd heard the other recruits mutter about her being dead. He believed it. No one like her could still be alive. But that didn't stop her being all they had. Why else would they fight if not for the fact that they needed to protect their country from her cousin? Speaking discontent wouldn't harm him but it would harm others ... "Their face is everywhere," he said allowed. "It is no more or less than any other, but insulting it would do nothing for anyone." He waved in the direction of the woods, sure he'd heard something. Maybe ... a distant exclamation of noise? "Did you hear that?" And then sound poured over Maladict, loud, roaring, and overwhelming. He clamped his hands over his ears and curled into a ball, his senses on fire. The sound would have been less for Kelsier, but still very, very loud. Louder for those with better attuned hearing. (That would be the other set of characters in this room. XD Though I'm running a bit behind.) “Maybe.” Kelsier folded his arms across his chest, his tone suggesting he didn’t quite agree with the vampire’s assessment. “I don’t know how it is in your universe, maybe that’s true there. But in mine, hope is pretty much all anyone has to go on, and insulting the Lord Ruler’s ugly pretentious face is the best medicine I’ve found so far. It makes you realize he can’t take everything away from you, and that means you-“ His speech was cut off in a sharp gasp of pain and surprise as his senses were flooded to the breaking point. He grabbed both ears and pressed down as hard as he could to block the roar, falling to his knees, extinguishing the tin that he had been burning to heighten his senses too late. It was better without the enhancement, but still horrible. The mistborn dropped his hands and crawled towards Maladict, scanning what he could see of the older blinker’s face. He looked worse that Kelsier felt. He had to have better hearing, the kind you couldn’t turn off. “Mal!” He shouted, but not even he could hear it. Thinking fast, he flared pewter for strength and scooped the vampire up, then turned and began to run, away from the noise, or where he thought the noise was coming from, as fast as he could go with the heavy weight clutched to his chest.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 16, 2019 9:32:22 GMT -5
It could only be assumed that the doll-like girl was listening to Hange's introduction, as she was standing perfectly still. The mention of curses must have triggered something within her, because when Hange mentioned the malicious side of the Paradox House and gestured to the hallway, she suddenly closed her eyes and bent at the waist to bow slightly. Was she saying thanks? Her yellow galoshes finally pulled up from the floorboards and went on the move. Her frilly dress raised with the motion as she spun and started walking right where Hange had gestured, her movement not accompanied by any verbal reply or even a change in expression. The newcomer was making her way to the hallway, precisely where the scientist had advised her not to go; the kid seemed to be an accident waiting to happen.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 16, 2019 10:39:14 GMT -5
A boy with wavy, pure white hair and red eyes blinked in. He had been standing with his back straight and tall, his hands clasped neatly in front of him, a wide smile on his face. As soon as his feet touched the floor however, alarm flashed through his expression and he dropped into a sideways roll, instinctively avoiding anything that might be coming at him. He was panting slightly as he stopped, several feet from where he’d appeared. His eyes scanned the room, searching first for an explanation, then as that refused to present itself, at least some sort of immediate threat. Huh. Nothing. The boy got slowly to his feet and began to rotate slowly, taking it all in. Now that he didn’t seem likely to be killed instantly, he was just curious. Where was this place? Had he blacked out somehow? Maybe someone had poisoned and kidnapped him, although he didn’t see how he wouldn’t have noticed.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 16, 2019 10:48:40 GMT -5
The girl in yellow galoshes stopped short of the hallway door when someone blinked in in front of her. Her head, which seemed to be able to swivel a little more than it should, reared back ever so slightly, but there was no other signifier that she was surprised. Even her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth remained still. "Oh. Hello." It was the same greeting she had given Hange, as if it were merely a greeting phrase she could recycle over and over. Her eyes sparkled and the orange frills in her dress lay perfectly, but neither of these seemed to be due to her intrigue or her meticulousness. She was simply a passive body, standing in front of the newcomer. "Can you tell me where I need to go?" she asked, deciding to try the same question with this person as the last, "...I said with a posed look." The last addition was a complete non-sequitur, as it seemed entirely tacked on, and she in fact did not have a posed look.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 16, 2019 11:14:15 GMT -5
Juuzou’s eyes had just landed on the girl as she spoke. He didn’t flinch away from her, but took a curious step closer, drawn to her strange posture and her complete lack of expression. “Hello.” He said back, echoing her flat tone like a parrot might. Where was this going to go? The room looked old, like he could probably break out if he wanted, but he was in no hurry to do that when he was already exactly where he wanted to be: in the middle of the action. He tilted his head at her odd question, highly aware of the hallway behind him even though his back was facing it now. “That way.” He answered with no hesitation, pointing to the door behind him without even glancing at it. Would she believe someone she’d just met? Either way, he planned on exploring, but he wanted to see if he could get her to come along. The newbie let out a sharp yell as some sort of enormous creature suddenly appeared, hurtling straight for him. He dodged to the side and pulled out two daggers, one of which he threw at the thing as hard as he could, the other he held gripped in his hand in case it dodged and came for them. He instinctively reached out to shove the girl behind him, while at the same time he prepared himself to stab her if she also decided to attack. So much for some peaceful exploring... Not that he was complaining. Even as he readied himself for his next move, a grin lit up his eyes. He was enjoying himself already.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 16, 2019 11:29:36 GMT -5
The girl in galoshes lowered her head slightly when Juuzou directed her toward the hallway, her way of showing gratitude for his help. Now, without questioning him, she willingly started toward it. She seemed to have no problem at all trusting this stranger's word and no fear for what would be on the other side. But just as she was about to open the door, the sudden ruckus behind her back caused her to halt, spinning around in a jarring almost dance-like way and facing Salsa. This is when her first inkling of confusion showed, in the form of her mouth curving ever so slightly. Thankfully the dragon slid to a stop just before running into her, so she didn't have to back up even an inch. Her turquoise pigtails fluttered in the wind the other blinker created, then settled. With her back to the hallway now, she turned her head up to see the creature. "Hello, dragon," she greeted in her monotone voice, and then added again, "I said with a posed look." Even though she still was not making any fashionable poses. She wasn't taking any pointers from Juuzou; there was no part of her that seemed inclined to run away, but also no part of her that seemed necessarily friendly. Just as she had said several times now, it would appear most of all she just wanted to get where she was trying to go. Unfortunately, that would be impossible now that she had disappeared from her own world.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Mar 16, 2019 12:43:20 GMT -5
xx {{ heyo! sorry for being gone so long... i've been having a rather rough time.
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Post by Lark on Mar 16, 2019 12:47:08 GMT -5
"Why, hel-"Blinking into the living room was an act in of itself but so was starting a fight. The strange girl positioned like a confused mannequin stole her attention right away, well, until a scraggly human just had to intervene. "Ah, projectiles, haven't seen those in a while. What's next, lightning coming from your palms? A sudden burst of light?" She morbidly joked as she easily tilted her head to the side glancing down her snout at the ghoul hunter. The dagger sent her way soared past her, the wildclaw's eased pose contrasted her muzzle twitching at her next remark. "Hasn't anyone taught you house etiquette yet? Tsk, tsk." She chided with an amused smirk all the while her long, scarred wings began to tuck slowly toward her brightly colored hide.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 13:07:24 GMT -5
There wasn't much of an option for Vanessa, so she followed Astolfo, but kept her head down. Her eyes were narrowed, but the other blinker wouldn't be able to see, even if he looked back, because of how her head was tilted. There was so much and so little to Astolfo. She honestly didn't know what to make of him. How could someone like him have so much power but just be ... that ...? "Tell me about yourself," she finally said, since there seemed to be no other way of figuring him out. "What is it, exactly, that you do in your world?" The forest might have been quiet but the blix was very untrusting of it. It was too quiet, maybe. She was used to forests where there was something there, something hiding in the shadows. Instead, it was just the towering trees and Astolfo. The humming ceased. "Hm?" Astolfo turned around just enough to glance at Vanessa through his peripheral vision while still keeping on his current path. "Well, like I said before. I'm one of the Twelve Paladins of Charlemagne. More specifically, the weakest of the bunch. In my first life, I traveled all over the world and did a ton of things, like fly to the moon on my Hippogriff, catch a giant and chase a flock of harpies to the gates of Hell!" The Servant returned his full attention back to the path ahead as the wind changed once again and adjusted his direction accordingly. As he started to answer the second question, he didn't turn around again. "Originally, I was summoned to fight in the Great Holy Grail War. But now that's over, I just kinda wonder around and explore, along with helping people who need it." That was what he'd promised his Master he'd do now after all... Suddenly, Astolfo spun around completely and started walking backwards with an excited smile plastered to his face. "What about you? What do you do?" It was his turn to sate his curiosity now. It was only fair that she went next, right? "Twelve Paladins of Charlemagne doesn't mean anything to me," Vanessa admitted. At least it meant nothing in this content. Though considering he'd just done ... all that ... with apparent magic ... she didn't want to meet the more powerful of these twelve. And Astolfo talked yet made no sense. She recognized the names of creatures, but she had no idea about how he could do such things. "What do you do?" she pressed. "I mean ... are you employed? Or just a vigilante?" Her eyes narrowed but her eyebrows rose. She wasn't suspicious, but she was very curious. Then Astolfo turned the question back on her and suddenly she wasn't so curious. "I study magical creatures. I'm employed by the Sphinx, to go to various magical creature preserves and how to protect them. Hence why I know what a griffin is." Her head inclined ever so slightly, expecting further question.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 16, 2019 13:29:59 GMT -5
House etiquette? Was the dragon saying this was their home? But it would appear that whoever she encountered who had been here before called it the “house”. The girl in yellow galoshes listened patiently to Salsa, green eyes gazing plainly but not uninterestedly upward. The doll girl was standing as though she saw such strange things daily—which wasn’t far from the truth. It seemed like a fair assessment that this was a real dragon and not an oddity unless it was an illusion only she was having. And this was a differentiation someone like Ougi might not have made. She hardly seemed to register that a knife was thrown until the dragon dodged it, and even then her only reaction was to turn her steady head and look at Juuzou. Her little orange hat, a blatantly cute accessory, appeared to be precariously placed on her head, but unwilling to fall. “Are you going to fight now?” It was monotone still, but said as though she were defending Salsa—even though she was the one Juuzou was seemingly keeping out of the ‘danger’.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 16, 2019 13:55:01 GMT -5
Juuzou’s eyes widened, but other than that he didn’t react to the dragon’s remarks. He straightened up as she didn’t attack him, though, and his posture relaxed, though he still held the dagger ready in case something else flew suddenly towards his head. He shot a sideways look at the girl. He couldn’t quite make up his mind about her. On the one hand, a normal little girl would probably be screaming and crying by now, but on the other hand she seemed passive in every way it was possible. And completely non-threatening. He shook his head slightly and looked at Salsa again. “What are you?” He questioned her, his tone curious. If he was sorry for throwing a knife at her, or worried she would respond agressively to such a rude question, he didn’t show any hint of it in his expression.
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Post by Auransky on Mar 16, 2019 14:13:27 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur Elliot couldn't help but raise a brow, "Alliance with humans? While not an entirely new concept, I do find it baffling to create an agreement which would limit numbers." He closed his eyes briefly then leaned his head towards his left for a brief stretch. He now quietly nodded listening further to Myrnin, something about hearing the other vampire speak in a rather nuetral tone rather then an overexcited one was very bearing. "I see... Abilities always seem to very." He softly replied. "Having the freedom to travel between worlds expands the possibility of abilities. Hence why vampires are unique in their own way." He opened his eyes now, his gaze returning to Myrnin who continued speaking. He couldn't help but force down his shoulders when asked what he was, it was a question he disliked but only he himself was to blame because a part of him wanted to bring this up. "-No, I am not a Spurious." He hesitated a bit before replying. "But that doesn't mean the desire isn't there."He turned his head away briefly, clutching his eyes shut briefly. Falling silent midway into a minute, he took in a deep breath trying to recompose himself before he could get any sort of emotional, by his standards. "I was referring to emotional as its literal definition. People who get excited, and angry. The action of responding to something through emotion.." He neutrally clarified his earlier question. "I see you full of emotions at times, so I dare ask if all vampires carry on in their lives full of such emotions." He shook his head now with a bitter tisk. "But it seems I got more then I was anticipating. Such a shame to hear of meddling elites, they never seem to know their bounds. Always looking to backstab the other, climb the ladder and please the social order..."
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 16, 2019 14:29:31 GMT -5
The girl in yellow galoshes found herself in the middle of an altercation and drew her gaze behind her toward the door to the hallway, remembering that Juuzou had said it was where she needed to go. But this person seemed even more lost in this situation than her, if that was possible. Her vacant eyes made her seem completely unaware of him assessing her; she appeared to have no need to visually evaluate him or Salsa, almost as though she were blind. Her galoshes were once again glued to the spot, refusing to budge even though it made sense for her to leave or at least get out of the way so that these two could deal with each other however they saw fit. Thankfully Juuzou stopped attacking, which didn’t seem to be doing much anyway. “A human isn’t very powerful against a dragon,” she murmured informatively, “I said with a posed look.” One hand grabbed the door handle to the hallway and opened it slowly, her feet finally beginning to slide forward. The motion was comic—she seemed to think her starting for the hallway was descreet, but she was in plain view.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Mar 16, 2019 14:30:14 GMT -5
"I... don't think so," Arlo replied, her mind running through everything she'd heard about the island so far. She hadn't been told too much since she wasn't supposed go there, but she'd heard enough to know it wasn't a good place to be stuck alone. "We thought the island was uninhabited..." Apparently they'd been wrong though. "There are people here... but the ones I've seen want to kill me... I don't think there's anyone there I can trust." The only people she could trust now were here in the House. What would she do when she went back? Her parents would want her to have a plan, but it was so hard to focus. "I think I'll wait here awhile longer... and if Mr. Brennan doesn't come back with the boat I'll look for somewhere safer to stay."
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Mar 16, 2019 14:37:15 GMT -5
"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!" Eises had to tilt her head, she had never thought of it that way before, but Noctin wasn't entirely wrong either. "Somethin' like that." Though messages stayed in the system forever, even if you delete them. Evina was able to show her than even after being deleted, there was always a way to get them back. Blinkers on the other hand, didn't stay in House permanently. She did have to wonder if there were people that don't blink at all anymore. The wolf almost forgot that Noctin knew her son. "Yeah, he likes it when I take pictures of him." The little one was quite photogenic. "Maybe you can see him again sometime, his last blink wasn't too long ago." From what he told her, he had a snowball fight at the lodge. Her ears then flattened a little, anticipating whenever Noctin would run into the pictures of Evina. She had way more of Evina than of Hyacin at this point. The questions will be inevitable. She had to wonder if Noctin or Rae were the teasing type like her brothers. "Maybe!" She replied to Rae and watched as Rae dug through those stands they placed cameras on. Wanting to do some exploring herself, Eises found another cabinet nearby that remained unopened. She approached and opened the drawers curiously. Expecting to see more camera equipment, she was taken by surprise when she saw...hats? There were hats of all different kinds. She checked another drawer, and saw different types of sunglasses. Another drawer, and she found coats and other clothes. She blinked several times, what exactly were these for? hello it's been 80 years) "I hope he blinks in soon," Noctin said. He missed the dragon. Even if it was annoying that he tried to eat him, it was nice having a kinda friend. Flipping through more Hyac pictures, he smiled, then stopped when he got to one of a white haired girl making a face at the camera. "Who's this?" he asked curiously, lifting the phone so Eises could see. As he did, he looked past them into the cabinets at the unfamiliar equipment and clothing. Confusion flickered through him. What did clothes have to do with camera stuff? Noct's cham"As am I." Oblivious to the suspicion of the peculiar circumstances of the fight, the past was behind them was it not? The damage had been done, payback wouldn't do much good, it would be the best to recover. In her mind that is - it felt better than picking at an old wound, yet in reality she could only cast a somber glance at her feet as they both reminisced on what had happened in that particular blink. Moments of silence passed as she glanced up at Noctin, gaze uneasily shifting away from him for a brief moment. "Change is difficult, to say the very least." She let out with a curt nod, her words chosen cautiously as her former self had resurfaced for only just a moment. Such words had caused her mouth to dry as her thoughts went back to longing memories where things never changed. "Did they upset you?" She pressed on the subject as her beak made a slight clicking noise, the surfaces rubbing each other as the words echoed through the lodge. Noctin nodded. Change was difficult. He'd seen enough change in his short life, and now they'd either have one more big change or he'd die trying to achieve it. Either way, he was ready for it to be over. At Chamomile's question, he hesitated, not quite seeming to know how to answer. "I... a little." He blinked at the ground as unwanted tears began to well in his eyes. "I know he was trying to protect me because things in the Hunters were bad, but..." Noctin wiped roughly at one of his eyes. "He lies and he's lied so much I don't know if I can trust him." Emotion suddenly swelled suffocatingly in his chest and the tears escaped for real. "I want to trust him because he's like family, but I just can't," he cried. He was upset and angry and frustrated and lonely and desperate and he didn't understand- He moved closer to Chamomile, burying his face in her feathers. "I don't know what to do."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 16, 2019 14:46:26 GMT -5
“Dragon.” Juuzou repeated the word as the girl offered it. Whatever that was supposed to be, he was extremely impressed with it so far. It was so...big. He waited just a moment longer, than tucked his dagger back where he’d grabbed it from. If he needed it again, he trusted that he could grab it fast enough, and it would be annoying to carry around while he explored this place. He walked past Salsa and retrieved his second knife, then glanced at the girl heading for the hall. “You don’t looked posed at all.” He informed her. Not because he really expected her to stop saying it, he just felt like someone should point this out to her sooner or later, so why not get it out of the way? He looked at Salsa, than trotted over to join the girl at the hall, craning his neck to peer over her shoulder, interest sharpening his expression.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 16, 2019 15:09:47 GMT -5
The girl in the yellow galoshes didn’t waste any time assessing why this strange boy had never heard of a dragon before. At least, she assumed he hadn’t due to the way he seemed in awe by Salsa. The comment about her not actually giving posed looks apparently didn’t deserve any reply. Even if there weren’t more important matters to attend to, it was something she simply wouldn’t bother to address. She was stepping out into the hall, finally breaking the barrier of the doorway, when she noticed that he had appeared over her shoulder to have a look. No expression graced her face, and she didn’t so much as turn her head to look at him, but her bright green eyes did slide to one side. “Why are you following me?” There was a hint of accusation, but it was mostly curiosity—not that there was much of either. Her hands stayed at her sides, sinking into the orange ruffles of her dress. She allowed him to follow and began walking down the hall, having no trouble picking one direction over the other. Usually if she wandered enough, she found Kagenui eventually. Otherwise, Kagenui would be the one to locate her.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 16:15:40 GMT -5
"I see," murmured Maladict, looking away. He tried to think of his own ruler. No one would speak of the Duchess like that - though he'd heard the other recruits mutter about her being dead. He believed it. No one like her could still be alive. But that didn't stop her being all they had. Why else would they fight if not for the fact that they needed to protect their country from her cousin? Speaking discontent wouldn't harm him but it would harm others ... "Their face is everywhere," he said allowed. "It is no more or less than any other, but insulting it would do nothing for anyone." He waved in the direction of the woods, sure he'd heard something. Maybe ... a distant exclamation of noise? "Did you hear that?" And then sound poured over Maladict, loud, roaring, and overwhelming. He clamped his hands over his ears and curled into a ball, his senses on fire. The sound would have been less for Kelsier, but still very, very loud. Louder for those with better attuned hearing. (That would be the other set of characters in this room. XD Though I'm running a bit behind.) “Maybe.” Kelsier folded his arms across his chest, his tone suggesting he didn’t quite agree with the vampire’s assessment. “I don’t know how it is in your universe, maybe that’s true there. But in mine, hope is pretty much all anyone has to go on, and insulting the Lord Ruler’s ugly pretentious face is the best medicine I’ve found so far. It makes you realize he can’t take everything away from you, and that means you-“ His speech was cut off in a sharp gasp of pain and surprise as his senses were flooded to the breaking point. He grabbed both ears and pressed down as hard as he could to block the roar, falling to his knees, extinguishing the tin that he had been burning to heighten his senses too late. It was better without the enhancement, but still horrible. The mistborn dropped his hands and crawled towards Maladict, scanning what he could see of the older blinker’s face. He looked worse that Kelsier felt. He had to have better hearing, the kind you couldn’t turn off. “Mal!” He shouted, but not even he could hear it. Thinking fast, he flared pewter for strength and scooped the vampire up, then turned and began to run, away from the noise, or where he thought the noise was coming from, as fast as he could go with the heavy weight clutched to his chest. (My opinion of Kelsier rises.) Maladict was affronted. He could hear his father's words almost as loud as the ringing in his ears at this point. He countered them with some vicious words directed at himself, Always returning to the floundering, I see. Maybe you should try a little high pitched pleading? Would that make your father pleased, perhaps. He tamped down the negative thoughts, allowing his feelings of pain and appreciation for the help overwhelm him again. The noise, the pounding, overpowering noise faded slowly. Maladict still felt like someone had flayed his senses. His nose dripped a little blood and he dropped his hands from his ears to swipe it away. "I - I'm alright," he said hesitantly. He couldn't hear the words very clearly, but he at least could hear. "Thanks." He'd never had the experience where someone was strong enough to carry him. His cheeks colored a bit, but he hoped Kelsier wouldn't see.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 16:32:09 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur Elliot couldn't help but raise a brow, "Alliance with humans? While not an entirely new concept, I do find it baffling to create an agreement which would limit numbers." He closed his eyes briefly then leaned his head towards his left for a brief stretch. He now quietly nodded listening further to Myrnin, something about hearing the other vampire speak in a rather nuetral tone rather then an overexcited one was very bearing. "I see... Abilities always seem to very." He softly replied. "Having the freedom to travel between worlds expands the possibility of abilities. Hence why vampires are unique in their own way." He opened his eyes now, his gaze returning to Myrnin who continued speaking. He couldn't help but force down his shoulders when asked what he was, it was a question he disliked but only he himself was to blame because a part of him wanted to bring this up. "-No, I am not a Spurious." He hesitated a bit before replying. "But that doesn't mean the desire isn't there."He turned his head away briefly, clutching his eyes shut briefly. Falling silent midway into a minute, he took in a deep breath trying to recompose himself before he could get any sort of emotional, by his standards. "I was referring to emotional as its literal definition. People who get excited, and angry. The action of responding to something through emotion.." He neutrally clarified his earlier question. "I see you full of emotions at times, so I dare ask if all vampires carry on in their lives full of such emotions." He shook his head now with a bitter tisk. "But it seems I got more then I was anticipating. Such a shame to hear of meddling elites, they never seem to know their bounds. Always looking to backstab the other, climb the ladder and please the social order..." "It wasn't something we ever verbally agreed on," said Myrnin. "It was a decision made within our society for the benefit of both parties." He tapped his fingers along his arm, thinking. He hadn't mentioned that decision very often. It wasn't publicized common knowledge. Elliot's admitting the desire to be a Spurious, or at least the interest, surprised Myrnin. He hadn't actually seen much difference between the perks of one or the other types of vampires Elliot had mentioned. Other than the possibility that a Spurious could climb the social ladder. Could that be it? Was there a reason Elliot might want to do it? Or did he just want some other ability which he didn't currently posses? But Myrnin didn't press for an answer. He was too busy laughing to even think of pressing for an answer. That! That was what he'd meant! Myrnin hadn't even thought of that when Elliot had asked. It wasn't that people didn't notice and find his mannerisms odd. It was just Elliot was the first to think it might be species exclusive. The vampire chuckled as he said, "No, no ... I was born this way. It runs in my family. The current word for it is bipolar. It is not how all vampires are." He bowed at the waste, looking up through his bangs at Elliot and winking. "I'm just special." There was a cheesy grin on his lips to go with the words. He straightened, rubbing a hand through his hair to push it back into position. "Very meddling," he agreed. And he was one of those elites, so he would know. "Though the backstabbing has cooled down as of the last ten years or so."
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