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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 16:44:10 GMT -5
"Hm- what do you mean?" Hector questioned the other blinker, although he figured it was just a difference in their worlds. "He's said to stand among the westernmost mountains, past Greece, and this is where the sky dips to rest on his shoulders." Hector explained the myth, hoping that would clear up the situation for Mal, who was clearly from a different world. The warrior nodded in agreement with Maladict. He'd rarely seen a room loop back around into the living room-just the one, but he'd been in a few that he'd blinked out of. "It seems more common to leave them unfinished than not." Hector agreed. "Though perhaps the blinkers haven't been searching for the escape route soon enough." Maladict blinked just a little, trying to imagine what this must look like. "Earth," he said. "As far as I know from what other blinkers have said, is ..." And here he waved his hands, indicating a circle. "And my world is ..." He looked around and then pointed at one of the tables, using it as an example for what he meant. "...flat." He looked back at Hector. "The idea that a giant can perch on a round planet stretches the imagination." He considered. He hadn't thought about it too much, but perhaps ... "Unless you come from a flat Earth I don't see how it would be possible. Then it would, in a way, make sense." He shrugged one shoulder, thinking about other things again. "That's possible," he admitted, thinking about the rooms. "And you? What do you do? In your world, I mean."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 16:51:31 GMT -5
"Alright," Kaito said hesitantly. He didn't think that was a very foolproof plan, but he thought it was the best Arlo was going to get for now. There were other things she probably wanted to think about - or rather not think about. "Come on," he said gently. "Let's sit on the couch." They were still on the floor, where Arlo had blinked in. He rested one of his hands on her shoulder, dipping his head and smiling reassuringly. "Do you want me to get anything ... or rather see if I have anything on me?" His eyebrows were knitted together with concern. He knew Arlo had just lost her parents - people who probably cared a lot about her if they'd wanted her to stay safe that badly - but he didn't know what was better for her in this situation. He honestly wasn't even sure how Arlo dealt with loss. He knew she had lost people, but he hadn't seen her do so directly - apart from when he'd died. He just wanted to be there for this younger version however he could.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 17:02:16 GMT -5
Bumper Car room -- mini Myrnin -- whoever wants to blink into the room (Now the question is when I'm blinking him in from. o.o Maybe it's time to do this ... Mini Myrnin! so I can have Sam foreshadow Major Myrnin's plot.) He wasn't there and then he was. The small boy blinked in, blinking heavily as if he'd just been woken up. Then he yawned and stretched, not noticing where he was until he opened his eyes mid-stretch. Then the boy completely froze, looking around himself at the smooth floor and weird ... rock things ... all around the room. What was all this? His eyes were bright and excited. It hadn't actually been that long since this young version of Myrnin had blinked in. Only a couple of days. And now here he was again. "Yes," he murmured under his breath. "Something weird." He bolted in the direction of the nearest rock, sticking his head inside the hollow place and finding that not only was the outside unusually smooth, but the inside was soft. He could press his hand against it and feel it give a little. "Odd," he muttered.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 16, 2019 17:14:05 GMT -5
The doll girl in the yellow galoshes stepped into the room, finding herself among dozens of electric-powered bumper cars. Once she had entered, the boots locked into the ground and from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, her body seemed to go still. Her mouth was like a tiny upside-down letter u of concentration as she stopped and stood there off to the side. As seemed to be a trend for her, she was standing in the shadows, lurking and staring. It would appear that Juuzou's directions had only gotten her more lost, but she didn't express her concern about it. Then came her third greeting so far, spoken while she stared ahead and didn't quite look at the boy ahead of her. "Oh. Hello." Her blank face was framed by her turquoise bangs on either side, and her arms were straight and resting on her dress. She looked across at him with a completely unconcerned expression, any assessment she was making of him passing by without notice. "Devil boy, can you tell me where I need to go?" The tone was ominous, yet not menacing. "...I said with a posed look."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 16, 2019 17:20:40 GMT -5
Juuzou stepped into the hall without hesitation, walking with the odd girl in that way you do when you’re letting them lead; about a half step behind them. He wasn’t really waiting for her, though. He just still didn’t trust her, and if anyone was going to be stabbing anyone in the back, he wanted to be on the correct side of the blade. Plus he was curious where she was headed, now that he’d told her to go this way in the first place. Would she just guess? Would she ask him for more directions? “I’m not following you.” He answered her cheerfully, completely ignoring the hostility he detected behind her words. “I’m exploring in the same directtion you’re walking. You can go away if you want to.” So many doors. He stopped when the girl chose one, and in spite of his previous assertion, followed her inside. A moment passed as he stared around the room, taking in all of the brightly colored cars, the huge room, and the little boy already inside. He reached out and touched one of the cars. His heart began to beat faster in his chest, and a small grin tugged the corners of his mouth up as he realized what all these things were.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 16, 2019 17:31:07 GMT -5
“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. (He has a way of doing that to people ) Relief flooded Kelsier as the noise began to die down, and he could tell he’d picked the right way to run. It had been hard to tell when it was that loud where it was coming from. As his pewter died down, he lowered the vampire as gently as he could and then sat down himself, breathing as deep as he could in an attempt to not hyperventilate while he caught his breath. “Don’t mention it.” He said dismissively, waving a hand with a bit more drama then strictly necessary. “I thought for sure you were going to go deaf. What was that?” The last part was rhetorical, as he didn’t expect Maladict to know anything. He glanced around as though whatever it was might come striding out of the trees and explain itself.
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Post by Auransky on Mar 16, 2019 17:50:09 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur"Within the society, so a body which represents the whole, I take it?" Elliot was somewhat intrigued. He was familiar with tribes, factions, groups and bodies, given his interactions outside of campaigns. "While I can see flaws with having a body to decide for the majority, it does sound more beneficial then a monarchy..." He trailed off loosing interest on his last word. Myrnin's laugh did force him to turn away however... it was personally perceived as something contagious. Keeping a rather nuetral expression he closed his eyes then leaned his head in a different direction. He continued nodding to acknowledge that he was listening to Myrnin. "Born this way?" He asked with concern. "So emotions are not normal among vampires in your world, aside from those born that way?" Trying to dig deeper he took a step forward then sharply leaned in Myrnin's direction. "So are vampires naturally emotionless? No happiness, sorrow, or the feelings of peace?" He took a rapid step back noticing Myrnin was moving from where he was. With Myrnin now bowing, Elliot instinctively stood upright once more; it was a grim reminder of the reality which awaited him outside of the house. "P-Please... warning if you are to do that." Elliot weakly spoke attempting to keep a nuetral tone. He felt his heart pacing rapidly, in response to Myrnin's sudden action. He fell silent for a small gap before speaking up, "Did you bow willingly?" He recomposed himself raising a skeptical brow. "F-Forget I asked such a rumbustious question." He quickly interjected his own question. "Elites, they care only for themselves by the sounds of it." He quickly changed the topic. "But to hear of peace, that appears like things have been going well. Though too young to assume peace will remain, it is surely a start."
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Post by Iceclaw on Mar 16, 2019 18:09:00 GMT -5
Deciding he was, for the moment, well out of the way of immediate danger, Aizawa fished around in his pocket for his eyedrops. His eyes burned terribly and were still watering. Wiping at them with his sleeve, he tilted his head back and peeled one eye open, squeezing the eyedrops in, then did the same to the other. Relief came instantly. Sticking the eyedrops back in his pocket, he fished some bandages out. Now that his eyes didn't feel like they'd been scrubbed with sandpaper, he could deal with the rather unfortunate stab wound. He didn't like this room. Or the people in it. And he didn't want to drive, even if it didn't look like the point was to drive well.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 16, 2019 18:23:37 GMT -5
Hange had been stuck in the bottom of a bumper car for over fifteen minutes now. For ten of those fifteen minutes, they’d been contorted into an awkward, yoga-worthy loop, chewing resolutely through the shoe with their bare teeth. Which were starting to ache quite badly, but in the end, they’d decided it would definitely be a better idea than parting with their entire leg. Some things were overkill, even for them. Four minutes and thirty-six seconds later, they’d torn a hole through the weakest part of the shoe - the laces. From here, finally, they could slip their foot out, leaving them with only one shoe, but free. They emerged from the bumper car with a triumphant shout, only to fall out the side and onto the floor, muscles cramped and numb from spending so much time in such an uncomfortable position. Not to be deterred, they slowly began to move again, crawling painstakingly into an upward position. Now...where had he gone...
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Post by Auransky on Mar 16, 2019 18:47:42 GMT -5
"Have fun on your date." A man on his mid teens was unstrapping his smart watch, setting it on the wireless charger which sat on the edge of the desk. "Just watch out for those massive crowds, you might accidentally get some competition." He lightly joked, his green eyes shifting between the watch on the desk, and the window wide open to his right side. Ending the call he couldn't help but sit on the edge of the desk leaning towards the window. It was such a nice day, while the wind wasn't blowing it was still nice to be out and about. He started to roll back his long sleeves, to elbow length. He closed his eyes taking in a deep breath, appreciating the silence in the room. It was a nice change of pace from the day to day, running... Yet something seemed off-the desk suddenly had gone cold, and metallic? Instantly he opened his eyes to realize he was sitting on a bumper car. Wait what? He turned his head back to see that there was many bumper cars in the room. What? He blinked in confusion looking around. He stood up looking around his green eyes rapidly shifting from car to car trying to figure out what was going on. I-Illusion? Coup? He tried to think of possibilities. He was positive that he was in his office, he was even planning to go chase the painted ladies flying north. He finally spotted out several others within the bumper car room. Unsure as to whether to reach out to them for questions, he decided to sit back down on the bumper car, taking a moment to think before attempting anything.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Mar 16, 2019 18:59:33 GMT -5
"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. (Sorry about the bad posts, my muse has been really low the last week bleh.) "Aw, Really?" Astolfo looked visibly disappointed for a second, before giving a nonchalant shrug. "Oh well. You wanted to know more about me, so I told you." As Vanessa tried pressing for more information, it only resulted in making him slightly confused. He'd just told her what he did, what more was there to tell? "Er, neither? I suppose you could say I was employed during the war, but not really anymore." The servant listened intently as the other blinker started to detail her own life, his features brightening with excitement. "Wooow! You know a Sphinx? What's it like? Does it act all super mysterious and wise?" Strange that a Sphinx would stay in the human world, but imagine that, a Phantasmal Species working with a human. She must have been super special in someway to be able to do something like that.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 19:13:16 GMT -5
Devil boy. Myrnin didn't wince. Myrnin didn't flinch. There was very little sign in his whole small body that those two words had done anything to him. But if you looked, hidden away behind curtains and shades, where the boys in the village and his mother couldn't see ... A light died. A candle blew out and the manic excitement in the boy's posture and actions gained a sharper edge. The emotions didn't fade, but it was as if someone had pushed them up to the light, twisting them around and examining them. Suddenly they seemed a lot sharper, a will fighting to stay happy when it wanted to stay happy. "I do not know," he admitted, expecting to get hit soon for not knowing the answer to something and for being ... those two words. His eyes wavered over the girl he didn't know, looking at all the other blinkers in the room who were unfamiliar. He wasn't sure if the ones who'd just turned up were friendly. "It is ... it is a room. Rooms are just there. You do things in them. I do not know what you do in this one." And then he turned on his heals and bolted in the opposite direction. There was someone with long, wild-ish hair flopping around on the floor and he had unfortunately been running in their direction because he hadn't seen them. Where had they come from anyway? There's just been another hollow rock there. Had they fallen out? He skidded to a halt, looking nervous, and the skid was cut short as he literally ran into Rowlin's car, now occupied with, well, Rowlin. He gasped in shock more than pain and pulled back, rolling away to land haphazardly on his side between Rowlin's and Hange's cars. His came nearly nose to nose with the scientist. "Eep!" he said, eyes small circles in his head/
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 16, 2019 19:34:17 GMT -5
No remorse could be found in the eyes of the girl in the yellow galoshes. She based none of her own movements or responses on Myrnin's, not really one for taking emotive cues. In one way, this made her distant and harsh, but in another, it meant she truly showed no bias. She was speaking to the little boy just like she had spoken to the intimidating dragon a few moments ago: impartially, and willingly. The doll girl didn't move a millimeter toward him, therefore couldn't have done any hitting even if she had felt like it. There was really no way for her to know his past. But it would appear he took something that she did as a sign of aggression, because he tried to run away a moment later--tried, and ran right into a newcomer and the science person's cars. "Don't hurt yourself, Devil Boy," the girl said, but made no motion to help, even as a bumper car continued forward and just barely brushed her dress. As if the two were paying attention to her in the commotion, she decided to greet them as well. It was only a simple, "Hello," without so much as a hand wave. She watched Juuzou approach one of the cars, acknowledging him like a parent would after letting their child loose at the park. If she were more talkative, she might have let out a second, 'don't hurt yourself either.'
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 16, 2019 19:38:12 GMT -5
Hange blinked slowly, finding themself suddenly face to face with a familiar pair of green eyes. “Ah, Myr...” Wait. Not Myrnin. This one was much smaller - a child. The spitting image of the vampire...perhaps a younger brother? Or was this Myrnin himself, blinked in from his youth? That was something not at all beyond the reach of the House, after all. “Hello,” they settled on at last, adjusting their posture slightly to try and soothe their still-protesting joints. The boy looked startled to have encountered a stranger - clearly he didn’t recognize them. And well, why would he? “What’s your name?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 16, 2019 19:54:59 GMT -5
Juuzou climbed up into the car and settled himself comfortably in front of the steering wheel. It didn’t look that complicated. He looked around the room and realized that there were a lot more people than he’d thought at first, some of them already driving cars around the room. Well, he wasn’t going to let them have all the fun. The investigator slammed his foot down on the pedal and grinned as the car responded instantly, moving at top speed straight towards Aizawa without much of a plan for what he would do if the older man failed to get out of his way. On his way past the odd girl from earlier, he made a split decision and grabbed her, pulling her into the car with him. Whether this was to stop her from getting run over or just because he was impulsive was anyone’s best guess- even he wasn’t sure.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 16, 2019 20:07:58 GMT -5
The girl in the yellow galoshes watched the strange meeting between Myrnin and Hange, seemingly taking a little more interest in the vampire than the other blinkers. After all, she had been speaking to two vampires just before randomly appearing here. She still had not asked for much explanation since first appearing, merely asking everyone she saw how to get back. She was supposedly keeping an eye on Juuzou, but just as soon as she had stopped watching him, she found herself swept off her feet. Oddly enough, she didn't seem to be particularly bothered by this, as if she were used to it. Being forced to move around didn't necessarily kick her expressiveness into gear as she was still apparently reluctant to function her body on her own. She was nearly a ragdoll as she was pulled into the car, and ended up half-falling, half-flopping into the seat without actually sitting up in it. Her limbs were twisted in a seemingly uncomfortable way and she was so sideways that she was nearly upside down, her little hat somehow staying on her head. Her hollow expression simply said, 'oh, this is what's happening now. I see,' and was asking to be put upright in the bumper car seat.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 20:11:52 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur "Within the society, so a body which represents the whole, I take it?" Elliot was somewhat intrigued. He was familiar with tribes, factions, groups and bodies, given his interactions outside of campaigns. "While I can see flaws with having a body to decide for the majority, it does sound more beneficial then a monarchy..." He trailed off loosing interest on his last word. Myrnin's laugh did force him to turn away however... it was personally perceived as something contagious. Keeping a rather nuetral expression he closed his eyes then leaned his head in a different direction. He continued nodding to acknowledge that he was listening to Myrnin. "Born this way?" He asked with concern. "So emotions are not normal among vampires in your world, aside from those born that way?" Trying to dig deeper he took a step forward then sharply leaned in Myrnin's direction. "So are vampires naturally emotionless? No happiness, sorrow, or the feelings of peace?" He took a rapid step back noticing Myrnin was moving from where he was. With Myrnin now bowing, Elliot instinctively stood upright once more; it was a grim reminder of the reality which awaited him outside of the house. "P-Please... warning if you are to do that." Elliot weakly spoke attempting to keep a nuetral tone. He felt his heart pacing rapidly, in response to Myrnin's sudden action. He fell silent for a small gap before speaking up, "Did you bow willingly?" He recomposed himself raising a skeptical brow. "F-Forget I asked such a rumbustious question." He quickly interjected his own question. "Elites, they care only for themselves by the sounds of it." He quickly changed the topic. "But to hear of peace, that appears like things have been going well. Though too young to assume peace will remain, it is surely a start." "Yes?" said Myrnin, but he sounded a bit doubtful. He couldn't say he'd ever payed enough attention to politics to know what was and was not better. Morganville was still, in most sense of the word, a monarchy. That particular choice had just been decided by a oligarchy of vampires of the time. Many of who were dead now. At least it seemed like Elliot wasn't interested in continuing. However, while he'd been willing to drop that particular subject, he did not allow the other vampire to change the subject when it came to his mock bow. "Yes," he said, one eyebrow arching. "I did bow under my own volition. I actually doubt you would be able to force me to do so, even if you tried." His tone of voice moved just a little into a scathing remark. He was aware Elliot was clearly nervous or fearful about such a thing occurring - Myrnin could hear his heartbeat - but he almost felt insulted that he'd been underestimated. "If you have questions on whether I did something of my own choice then I would suggest checking my eye color. If it is black, then perhaps I was not making my own choices. Otherwise I would not worry so much." He sniffed, but let the feeling of annoyance go. "And no. My world's vampires are not emotionless. Some like to act like they are, however. Particularly if they wish to seem superior to humans they rule over. They are all born with emotions, but personality varies as much as it would in humans. And yours? Yours also have emotions, I take it. Otherwise you would not be concerned by the possibility that my world's vampires might not." And slowly he nodded. There ... there was a sort of peace in Morganville. But he didn't like peace very much. The thing was ... something was starting to stir up again. Something he couldn't truly understand ... Now he wasn't so sure he wanted the conflict, no matter how exciting it might be.
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Post by Auransky on Mar 16, 2019 20:16:52 GMT -5
Rowlin turned his head when indirectly addressed with the greeting, his green eyes still in confusion as to what was going on. He silently waved back at the doll, then returned his attention back to himself. It was brief as suddenly Myrnin was skidding in his direction. Rowlin skid back from where he sat on top of the bumper car. Perhaps he should of intervened, actually ... that's exactly what he should of done. Instead he leaned slightly forward toward the nervous child. Before he could say anything the kid was already stumbling away, almost landing inside the bumper car beside him where another individual seemed to have been struggling with something. Now confused he couldn't help but pull out his pocket watch to use its reflection as a mirror. I didn't do anything did I? he was rather confused by the boy's confusion. He put the watch away seeing that he was fine. Nonetheless his attention turned towards Juuzou who suddenly activated a bumper car and hijacked the girl. I'm not in some cheesy 70's film, am I? He couldn't help but feel like someone pulled him into what he considered to be the cheesiest times. Pushing Juuzou aside, he got off his bumper car approaching the next one where Hange and Myrnin seemed to be meeting nose to nose. He blinked in confusion before speaking up. "Are either of you okay?" He asked.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 20:33:19 GMT -5
"I am fine!" Myrnin said, hurriedly scrambling to his feet and brushing off his clothing. This did nothing for the cleanliness since they hadn't been very clean to begin with, but at least it gave him something to focus on. Hange was making him nervous. For starters, they smelled a bit funny. Like they worked with tainted things. These hollow stones had almost had a similar smell when he'd been looking inside them. (In this case, the vague smell Myrnin had noticed was of machinery and oils and metal.) Their eyes were also magnified like some bug-eyed creature, partly reflecting Myrnin's own image back at him. Looking over at Rowlin, he didn't feel much better. He glanced back at Hange, swallowing down his nerves. This was the House. Weird people turned up in the House. He just needed to accept that. And he wasn't stupid. Hange had started to say his name. Why was that? Where they a mind reader? He frowned at them, then said, "Amico." He still wasn't willing to give out his real name and the fuzzy feeling he got when using Nico's nickname remained. "What's yours?" This was directed at both Rowlin and Hange.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 20:49:01 GMT -5
(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. (He has a way of doing that to people ) Relief flooded Kelsier as the noise began to die down, and he could tell he’d picked the right way to run. It had been hard to tell when it was that loud where it was coming from. As his pewter died down, he lowered the vampire as gently as he could and then sat down himself, breathing as deep as he could in an attempt to not hyperventilate while he caught his breath. “Don’t mention it.” He said dismissively, waving a hand with a bit more drama then strictly necessary. “I thought for sure you were going to go deaf. What was that?” The last part was rhetorical, as he didn’t expect Maladict to know anything. He glanced around as though whatever it was might come striding out of the trees and explain itself. Maladict hadn't been too sure he hadn't been going to go deaf either. He tried to resist the urge to rub at his still painfully ringing ears. It made him wish for a cup of coffee, just to calm down a bit. But he pushed the urge away. "I have no idea," he admitted, not getting rhetorical too well. He was adjusting the strap on one of his boots. It was more of fiddled with it, because it really didn't need to be tightened or loosened. "Well ... I have one idea ... but I'm sure you noticed it better than I did since you seemed less effected." He allowed a slightly pained expression to cross his mouth. "It sounded like a horn. I haven't heard one very often, but still ... it did." If you amplified the sound by about a hundred. "Do you have any theories on why there would be ... that ... in a forest?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 16, 2019 20:50:25 GMT -5
Hange glanced up at Rowlin, taking in the appearance of yet another blinker they hadn’t seen before. It seemed the House was restocking the metaphorical pond. “Ah yes, we’re quite fine,” they informed him, with a pleasant smile. Then, they turned back to Myr...no, Amico. “My name is Hange,” they returned, marveling at the boy, who, they could be almost certain now, was Myrnin. He even sounded like him - shared some of his speech patterns, his movements. Yes...they could still be wrong, but there was a high probability that the House had brought them a tiny Myrnin. “It’s very nice to meet you, Amico. No need to be frightened - I have no intention of harming you. Though, perhaps, we should get back in one of the available cars? To avoid being hit by one of these others...” They gestured vaguely in Juuzou’s direction, amused by the boy’s reckless abandon. Someone they would have to get to know, at a later date.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 21:20:26 GMT -5
"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. (Sorry about the bad posts, my muse has been really low the last week bleh.) "Aw, Really?" Astolfo looked visibly disappointed for a second, before giving a nonchalant shrug. "Oh well. You wanted to know more about me, so I told you." As Vanessa tried pressing for more information, it only resulted in making him slightly confused. He'd just told her what he did, what more was there to tell? "Er, neither? I suppose you could say I was employed during the war, but not really anymore." The servant listened intently as the other blinker started to detail her own life, his features brightening with excitement. "Wooow! You know a Sphinx? What's it like? Does it act all super mysterious and wise?" Strange that a Sphinx would stay in the human world, but imagine that, a Phantasmal Species working with a human. She must have been super special in someway to be able to do something like that. (*pats* Sorry to hear that. But don't worry, it's okay! ) Hum. Still, the information that Astolfo gave really didn't give Vanessa an idea of how he could do what he did or why this deserved a title. Was it unusual in his world? There were a hundred questions and she asked none of them. Instead, she gave a faint chuckle. People always asked about the Sphinx. "The Sphinx has a human form, though I have no idea if he is an actual sphinx or something else entirely. But yes ... I do know him." Her voice was even, well-controlled, but her mind drifted off, wistfully thinking about something which wasn't going to happen - and then snapping back to the room at large as a bug bit her arm. "Yes. He does act mysterious and wise. That is why he runs the Knights of the Dawn." She could use titles too, if that was what was needed.
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Post by Auransky on Mar 16, 2019 21:28:54 GMT -5
Very close... He was hoping that all the topics would be dropped. However, there was relief hitting Elliot as Myrnin replied on his willingness of the action. He refused to show the relief externally but unfortunately it was his heart rate giving it away. On the other hand Myrnin's change in tone changed, had he offended the individual to whom he was conversing with? Unfortunately it wouldn't have been the first time, but to be talked back especially by a vampire. A first... but I am not against it... He looked at Myrnin's eyes , as he was provided with the advice. It was new information, but he would make sure to remember it. "I appreciate the new found knowledge you have shared today." He tried to make up for his earlier remarks.
"Ah so they act given the situation?" Elliot replied after about a minute of silence. "Pushing the situation to act or impose, it must be nice, doesn't it?" He raised a curious brow. "To feel when you desire without much repercussion. Surely you must find appreciation in emotions." He softened once again. Shaking his head at the question rebounding at him, "Among the elites there are a few who are said to bear pure blood which traces back to our origins. Those with original blood are according to legend, able to tap to a power yet to be discovered. However, in order to tap into it we must cast away the little humanity we carry. Emotions, physical attachments, and anything which can tie us to our reality." His gaze grew distant. "We are feared and envied by our own people, because of our upbringing. At the same time, those with original blood who decide to carry out a normal life... well.." He closed his lips releasing a rather uncomfortable hum. "They are deemed disgraceful for shaming their family. They become outcasts, and later are hunted down for going against the order of society." He slowly shook his head. "We are forced into a life we may disagree with. Yet if we go against it we are deemed taboo among all classes." He crossed his arms tightly. "While everyone outside the circle of Origin blood carries the freedom to smile, and regret; we do not carry that freedom to which many consider a given." His voice softened.
"According to The Queen, my abilities are a small sample of this fairy tale. A story to which I disagree but she is regrettably right." He paused opening the palm of the hand he had on top of his crossed arms. "If we allow emotions to sway us, we become disconnected from our abilities."
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Post by Auransky on Mar 16, 2019 21:47:00 GMT -5
Rowlin's bright gaze illuminated hearing the child declare that he was fine. Resting his hands on his hips he couldn't help but smile. "Well that's good to hear." He spoke with gratitude. "But might I say, if you are going to run in such small spaces in the future, run on your toes." He encouraged, taking a step back to stand on his own toes. His shoes were nothing special, just simple vans; or as the whovians called them, 'sandshoes.' "If you run on your toes in small spaces, you have a faster and a more successful reaction time." He happily lectured the boy. His attention turned over to Hange, "I appreciate the reassurance, last thing we'd want is an emergency on our hands." He held back a random laugh. Given Hange's introduction he nodded, "Hope we can get along well." He added once more then turned to the boy. "Well, 'Amico'" He began, using the name referred to by Hange. "I'm Rowlin, it's a pleasure to meet ya." He couldn't help but squat, to reach out and shake the boys hand. "You seem a little baffled by these things here." He tapped the car with his freehand. "They are called bumper cars, it's a form of entertainment. Lots of children like to ride them-actually just about anyone likes to ride them and just bump into one another." He softly explained to the boy, catching the earlier signs of confusion. "Hange here is offering to ride with you, I'd say give it a go and ride. You might like it." He lightly encouraged.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 16, 2019 22:21:41 GMT -5
Myrnin hadn't actually thought Hange was going to harm him, but that hadn't stopped him from being wary about the new situation. He took a step back, but it wasn't because he was nervous but because he was very close to the other blinkers. This was when Rowlin took his hand and shook it. Myrnin looked at the hand, confused, and not understanding why it had been shaken. But he adjusted well, head tilted in a very Myrnin-like fashion. That was to say it was just a bit too large of a head tilt. He glanced at the hollow rocks, trying to understand them as something other than what he first assumed. Then he looked up at Hange, looking nervous. He could see himself reflected back by their 'eyes'. But he was curious to see what exactly Rowlin meant by these hollow rocks - cars - being fun. He was interested in understanding why, but he didn't want to impose on anyone.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Mar 16, 2019 23:25:36 GMT -5
Lucky for Aizawa, he had become a master at tending to wounds quickly. He had just barely finished dealing with the stab wound when he looked up to see a stranger- nope, two strangers now- barreling towards the car he was perched in. Cursing the room and the House, he hopped out of the car and made his way to an empty one closer to the wall. This room had no shadows to hide in and there was no way out. Was he really going to have to join in this game? He looked back over his shoulder to see if the two strangers were still trying to come after him.
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Her feathers were soft against his face. He didn't really know what he wanted from this. Hearing her say the words everyone else had been saying made his heart crumple in his chest. Because it was awful, but he already knew that. He just didn't know if it was so awful they couldn't find their way back. He could sense sadness that wasn't his own washing over him in strong tides, pushing and pulling on his own emotions. Not just sadness though- there was a kind of emptiness within it. A longing. For what though, he wasn't sure. "Sorry," he mumbled, pushing himself back from her. "I didn't mean to make you sad too."
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