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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 26, 2019 22:08:30 GMT -5
Bumper Car Room -- Mini Myrnin "My friend!" spat Myrnin at Juuzou, referring to Hange in this case and clearly still mad about the attack. His expression showed clear tension and the only thing which stopped him jumping to his feet again was Rowlin's presence and the clear chance that he'd just be wrestled back away again. The word 'friend' had escaped his mouth so easily, though he expected it to be turned back with taunts and spiteful laughs. It was just what he expected. But Myrnin didn't care. He looked at the mysterious doll-like girl, eyebrows narrowing just a little as he wondered who she was. He had no reservations about asking either. "And who are you, anyway? You didn't say." He didn't sound like he trusted too easily. "You were the one who made the loud noise though. I don't like loud noises." He waved his hand around at the mess the explosion had created. "This is cool though."
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Mar 26, 2019 22:30:58 GMT -5
Joey had his eyes settled back on the other's grip on the wall. Yet his thoughts lingered on if he would accidentally fall face first rather than his curiosity. As the veteran blinker had explained before most rooms had a goal meaning they had to get in and out one of these days. His histched breathing steadied itself at the calming idea of going through a cool escape evading any threat that came their way. He had never been the one to think, to ponder when time was slinking away at the second yet it was the beeping that lured him into action. Right, they still had to deal with that little problem. Like bait he bit it at the other boy's request, "If I offered the smart idea in the first place, you can bet I'll do it. We're too far in to give up!" He shot Matt a confident grin, excitement creeping into his silvery voice. If the other blinker had known Joey, it would become well known he wasn't one to turn down a challenge.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Mar 26, 2019 22:40:09 GMT -5
"Mmhmm. I didn't know if I'd ever be able to get back home and keep running around and stuff. The Inventor had to come find me, even. Which he doesn't have to do normally 'cause normally I come back on my own every now and then. But I didn't come back for a long time so I guess he just went out looking. And then he found me and he had to carry me back. Which was probably pretty hard, I guess, 'cause I'm bigger'n a dog." Victoria went off on a tangent for a moment, looking out across the living room as she remembered back to that day. Her tail had stopped wagging, and though her tone was light-hearted it was clear that the moment was something that had stuck with her.
"That's good- and that she's nice, too." Victoria told Clem, perking her ears up. "Oh, so like a vet?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 26, 2019 23:16:05 GMT -5
"No, it's not like that- not quite. It's a circle, yes- the ocean encircles the world. But it's rather simple to see how someone could stand on a mountain- is that not possible in your world?" There was a hint of irritation in his tone; Hector raised an eyebrow, wondering why it was so important to Maladict. The prince studied Maladict for a moment, then asked, "What's the tortoise standing on anyways, then, if we're scrutinizing each other's worlds?" "As the Prince of Troy, I am the commander of the Trojan army in war and lord of the city in peace. Now, we are at war, and have been for some time." Hector answered. His tone wasn't exactly haughty, not quite, but it was clear to see that he understood and accepted the gravity of his position- and that he assumed that it crossed over to the House. "And you? What's this talk of deserting?" Maladict wasn't sure how to illustrate his confusion because he was thinking of the sky as a flat object. Something someone could carry if they were large enough. But if it was circular how would someone be able to hold it and it still be seen from this round planet? But he was frustrating Hector and he saw no way to pursue his curiosity. So, since it seemed like Hector only had one question, Maladict bluntly said, "On the back of a snake, which then circles back around the world to bit its own tail." Just from his tone it was easy to tell he was pulling Hector's leg. He hadn't actually expected such a title. Maladict blinked. He wasn't exactly seeing the gravity. He was just wondering if Hector was good at it. Was he a good fighter to be making such a pride filled claim? "I'm Maladict Alec Taja Abner Asher Ephraim Ycrad Octavius Raleigh Wynn de Perrin el Roscoe Erialc Teo Zephyr von Quentin Zeldana Enimsay Liev Vaughan Alleb Pascal la Caoimhe Consuelo Ylil ..." His lip twitched in amusement. "But I'm sure I bore you. It ends in 'de Magpyr'. When it does end." He'd had to change many of the names as well, searching for most of them or reversing the spelling to other if he ran out of ideas. He'd done the list only to see Hector's reaction. "Most call me Maladict. I am a newly enlisted soldier of my country, Borogravia. We were merely discussing as we head to our training before the war." He dismissed the talk they'd been having back at his home with a wave of his hand.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Mar 27, 2019 0:03:29 GMT -5
Hector lightly rolled his eyes as Maladict answered in a jesting manner. He appeared to be curious about the workings of Hector's world, and it wasn't either of their faults that the information didn't translate into each other's world views. The prince was much less serious around those he knew well- lighter hearted, less commanding. A bit of that could be seen as he played along with the joke, saying "Alright, then what's the snake on?"
"Bored? No- I find myself rather curious about all of your names and titles. I am a son of Priam, Prince of Troy, Horse-tamer, and shepherd of my people, but I find that is a bit shorter than your longwinded form of address. As a new soldier, as you say, I would expect it to be much shorter." In Hector's world, great heroes had epithets to describe their glory or their great deeds. Others described wise kings or noble queens. As for his own, he did not list them all to Maladict- a hero did not choose their own epithets; they came about as people commented on one's deeds. Hector of the shining helmet. Tall Hector. Man-killing Hector. They were true- yes. All different parts of himself- what he needed to be for his people. But if it were up to him, he'd wish to be known as Hector, tamer of horses. None of the war, the glory won on the battlefield. Just the honest, hard work of working with horses.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Mar 27, 2019 0:18:25 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm sure you guys can make something!" Victoria barked. "There's lotsa stuff in motels."
"Me? I'm from Earth. So like, I'm around the Cites usually but right now I went up North a couple days ago 'cause now the ice is gonna melt off Superior so I gotta save some. It's like, normal Earth, I guess, 'cause there's not any magic or superpowers like other people's worlds. So I dunno, your's might be different." Victoria said. She didn't really know Clementine's world, but it seemed like something bad was going on. "What's your world like, then?"
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Post by Auransky on Mar 27, 2019 0:57:22 GMT -5
It seemed like tensions were dying down. Juuzou thankfully stopped briefly before he pulled the young boy away, to even warn him of the dangers in combat. At least they were all in agreement on one thing; which meant that somewhere a faint line of truce could spark. His attention was caught on Hange who was racing for the source of combat. His eyes quickly scrolling back and forth between the individuals.
Myrnin squirmed in his grap, Rowlin had almost completely forgotten he was holding a kid. Seriously need to focus on that... He slightly released the kid from his grasp, who's heart was just racing like the middle school percussionists on their first performance. When the boy screamed in attempt to stop everyone he just stared at the boy blankly. He scooted back a bit to give the boy room, then reached out to ruffle with his hair. "We're just getting to know each other." Rowlin softly replied with a strong confident tone. "Sometimes the best way to know someone is through their actions." He addressed everything that had just happened. It was clearly not what was intended, but excuses existed for a reason.
Rowlin's eyes kept scrolling between the boy, hange, and Juuzou. It was when Hange stopped and demanded that Juuzou drop his weapons, that things were really slowing down. It could have escalated further, but it didn't. Seeing Hange's posture after Juuzou's response, did force Rowlin to raised a brow. Guess even in the intense of moments, we need a good stroke.. Hange did bring an important point, questions are important. Yet Hange did mention something about this place. This place... Rowlin pondered. Something about that....
The thought dropped, whnen Juuzou dropped his weapons. The comment of not wanting to kill him was almost a shock, had he not bitten his tongue to prevent an open jaw. Kid, I'm worth a ton of bounties, and you just let me walk away.. He kept his shock to a mental level.
His attention turned quickly to Ononoki who interjected with the response of Hange. So that's what she's been up to? He watched the doll like girl reposition herself into the circle. She didn't interfere earlier, but being against violence clearly wasn't a possibility given her casual request to help blow up a wall. given her earlier ability, she has combat possibility. Yet she spent this time observing us... Sometime back he had stopped ruffling with the kids hair, then proceeded to use his hand to reach into his pocket for his pocket watch. Pulling it out, he opened it and stared into his reflection, he moved it around to see the wound on his cheek had recovered Ugh....
His attention quickly turned to the boy who was only a few feet away from him. When the boy clarified that Hange was his friend, in response to Juuzou's question he blinked. Now that's determination.. He couldn't help but acknowledge. It was nice to see kids standing up for what they believed in, it reminded him of his youth where kids had to stand up for a lot of things; especially in the adult world. Clearly a different society from present day, but still nice to see youth stepping up for what they believe in , once again. At the mention of Myrnin not liking loud noises, Rowlin couldn't help but break into a laugh; "I-I'm sorry.." He apologized, quickly shifting a hand over his mouth to control himself. "I-I rarely hear kids your age demand for less noise..." He explained to his best extent laughing. He shifted his knee a little, feeling the scrape rub against his jeans. Ack... He inhaled through his teeth producing a hissing sound, which made his laughter now sound rather painful.
To try and derail his pain and suffering he turned his attention towards Hange, "Is-your friend always so determined?" He asked, referring to Myrnin. He forced his jaw shut, still trying to calm his laughter down, while swallowing roughly to digest the pain against his knees.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 27, 2019 16:55:47 GMT -5
(Bumper car room)
Hange tilted their head at Rowlin as they watched the odd man, scientific curiosity replacing a soldier’s instincts as they realized everyone was, in fact, going to stand down. “Yes, he is,” they said simply, when questioned about Myrnin. They’d not met him that long ago, but it was rare that they saw him give up on something he’d decided to do. Tiny Myrnin didn’t seem to be much different. A beat, as they continued to stare at Rowlin, as if waiting for him to do something interesting again. “What are you, anyway?” they asked at last, with their usual lack of decorum. “It seems your wing-like appendages were what initially startled the boy over there - that would make you nonhuman, or at least some sort of hybrid, correct?”
(Amusement park room)
“I had a feeling you’d say that,” said Matt, smirking as the other boy rose to the bait. He didn’t seem like the type to run from an adventure - maybe if he had better things to do, but if not? Nah, this guy liked a little fun. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you!” And with that, he began to walk in the direction of the noise, taking care to stick more or less to the shadows. What? Just because he was curious didn’t mean he wanted to end up eaten by some freakish video game beep monster.
(Living room)
Lovelace stepped back, clearing the soldier’s personal space now that he’d stopped commanding her to do so, and folded her arms. The anomaly part didn’t give her pause, exactly - she’d just seen someone appear out of nowhere right in front of her face, not to mention the talking...cat...thing. It was definitely anomalous - but it was the ‘no one knows’ bit that aroused a great deal of skepticism. Oh, no. Somebody sure knew what the hell was going on here. She had 20+ nightmarish years of experience with ‘no one knows’ to tell her it was almost always BS. “Alright,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “I’m gonna assume, for convenience’s sake and nothing more, that you’re not lying to my face right now. Granted, that’s probably a hugely premature assumption, but that’s what I’m gonna go with. So. My next question is, how many of you have tried to get out?” She began to point, first to the hall, then to the room in general. “There’s an exit there. And looks like more possible exits behind that one. The floorboards aren’t that tough - how many of you have tried to pry them off? Ceiling? Walls? What are we looking at, here, a flimsy old cabin? What’s outside it? Anybody gotten that far?” It came across as an interrogation, but she was covering her bases as quickly as possible. She was definitely going to find a way out of here - it was only a matter of time, and she didn’t feel like wasting any more of it than necessary.
A few moments later, though, her train of thought was totally derailed by the sudden arrival of the largest animal she’d ever seen in her entire life. Letting out a shout and a couple of choice curse words, she reached for her weapon, remembered its absence, and instead grabbed a lamp, pulling it off the end table and holding it up like a club. Now she had a weapon in her hand, she stood with her feet apart, heart threatening to smash its way out of her ribcage as she stared down the beast. One step backwards. Slowly. Don’t make it charge.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 27, 2019 23:21:40 GMT -5
Ononoki had indeed been observing in stead of interjecting. She had remained silent even when the three older blinkers were at each others’ throats, her green orbs of eyes playing no more than the role of a camera without revealing any emotion. The doll didn’t even express triumph at knowing what Hange was; it was nothing to celebrate, as she could identify beings with little more than a glance. Hange wasn’t what was interesting to her, and at this point Juuzou wasn’t either. Her eyes locked onto Rowlin and her head turned to follow them, the hair that framed her face catching on her shoulder. Her palms lay in the ruffles of her dress in an almost judicial way, as if the dress were a table and she were about to give a speech. It was Hange’s question that got her to talk, but the seemingly-rehearsed words that came next were directed at Rowlin. They were conjured from what she assumed his response would be—maybe he would dodge the question and dawdle this conversation further, or maybe he would be the one to antagonize next. Even though she had no fear of engaging with him in combat, she favored bypassing either of these routes. Her gaze seemed to gravitate more toward his arm than his face, with a slight expression of knowing not about him but about others she had encountered in the same situation. “Is it not something you want to tell us, Devil Boy?”
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Mar 27, 2019 23:55:09 GMT -5
</div>Nico narrowed his eyes. "Either it'll work eventually or we'll waste hours of our lives trying to figure it out." He looked around, then shrugged. "I've got nothing better to do with my time." Frankly, he didn't even consider it as his time. It was the House's time. If the House wanted to waste its own time, Nico wasn't going to do anything to stop it. Logically, why would he? "I wish for a door that leads from this room into the living room, that is not locked and is large enough for us to step through, with nothing blocking the door or making it difficult to get through. It would also be great if said door is at ground level on both sides, thanks." He looked at Matt and shrugged. "Guess we go from here, right?"
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Mar 28, 2019 0:01:08 GMT -5
"I... well, not a lot," Noah replied, rubbing at the smudge on his cheek again as though trying to get it to come off. It never would, though it seemed like a nervous habit of his. "A few, certainly, and there are plenty of people that I've seen around but... maybe only two or three that I've actually talked to." His voice was getting a bit stronger as he went on, as though he found suddenly that he had the right to be talking to someone here. His physical form seemed to strengthen a bit, though it seemed almost like a trick of the eye. As though he'd been not quite there before, but now he was there, all of him, no questions asked. A trick of the light, maybe. "What's your world like?" he asked, not really sure what else to say. He knew some people came from worlds that were more magic than others, and he knew that, somehow, his world had become one of those. Magic that he couldn't control. Magic that he'd gotten caught up in, that he couldn't escape from... a failed spell was all he was. Yet he knew he wouldn't trade it. He just wanted to be alive again. He didn't wish he'd never been dead. Rue noticed the nervous habit, but she didn’t say anything about it, and she didn’t let herself stare at the smudge on the boy’s cheek. She was curious, but she refused to pry. They’d just met, she didn’t know how private Noah was, or what kinds of things had happened to him.... Speaking of which, had he looked that solid before. She blinked as he seemed almost to come into focus, like looking directly at something you’d only seen out of the corner of your eye. “I’ve talked to three dragons.” She offered. As he continued her smile stayed, but somehow it seemed to slip out of her eyes, leaving a more serious, almost sad light in them instead. “My world is....” She wondered, for the first time, how her world compared to other ones in the House. With a start, she realized that other worlds might not know about the Games at all. How hadn’t that crossed her mind before? Because she couldn’t imagine life without the Hunger Games. “This place is so much nicer than where I live.” She explained quietly, dropping her dark eyes to her hands. Her lip trembled slightly as she thought of this year’s reaping..... Tomorrow. “Is your world nice at all?” The little girl changed the subject, swallowing back the thoughts that threatened to cut her like shards of glass. “Or is here better for you, too?” "This place is nicer?" Noah frowned at the thought. He knew bad things happened here, he knew the rooms were dangerous... they always had been and they always would be. People died here... but they always came back, didn't they? They always came back more alive than he'd ever be again. Not that he resented them for it... of course he didn't, but maybe... well, maybe that meant his world wasn't quite as fair as the House either. "To be honest, I think it might be nicer here than my world, too." He winced as he remembered the fiery pain spreading across his face as he fell, not able to process Whelk as the one to have dealt the blow... no. No, he couldn't do that. Not here. Not now. He looked at Rue a bit more carefully, noticing that she seemed hurt by thoughts of her world as well. Not just hurt, but apprehensive. In her world the worst possible thing hadn't happened yet, had it? Bad things, certainly, but not the worst. He straightened up a bit, eyes narrowing. A bit of the old Noah seemed to come back for just a moment as a mischievous smile spread across his face and he raked a hand through his tufts of light hair. "Whaddya say we escape our world, for just a bit? Find a room that's better than anything we can find at home?"
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Mar 28, 2019 0:07:37 GMT -5
Will considered that for a moment before shaking his head. "I... well I first blinked in about six hours ago. But I've blinked in at least twenty or thirty times since then so... I don't really think I'm new in House time, but in my world's time I guess?" he shrugged. He was trying to not be at all awkward because Dipper seemed to be a bit awkward and having both of them be awkward wouldn't be good, especially since Will sort of wanted to be friends with Dipper. From what he could tell, he was cool. "I'm from Earth," he added, cringing at how out of place and irrelevant the words seemed. "Where are you from?" Dipper watched in anticipation at the boy's answer earning the other blinker a rather calm look than previous times. If he so wanted to, taking a flimsy butterknife he would have cut through the unsettling awkwardness of the encounter by now. "I'm from Earth too. Different Earths. 2012." He stated in a matter of fact tone. There was always the possibility they'd come from the same place but that as slim for he had yet to encounter anyone of his own universe inside the house. The same could probably said for most of the other blinkers as well. "Have you seen anything odd recently? Like, aliens or magic in your world?" The curious blinker, asked raising his brow. Many had a backstory of accidental occurrences or ones that left them changed forever, Will did appear shocked at the beginning - suspicious would also work. "1983," Will responded automatically. It seemed to him there was a really large gap in between when people from Earth blinked in. It was either from a very distant past or from the 21st century. He couldn't really put his finger on why, but he didn't really know if he cared. Dipper seemed close enough in time period for him to be able to consider it as... well, almost nothing. They'd likely understand many of the same references at least, and technology couldn't have changed too much, right? "Odd?" His eyes narrowed and he sucked in a breath, taking the tiniest step back. His head filled with images of the thing that was stalking him, not giving up as of yet... no, he couldn't think about it. He couldn't. Or at least he couldn't dwell on it like that. "Yes. I don't think it's an alien but it's not n-normal." He hated how small his voice sounded. "I guess it could be considered magic..."
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Mar 28, 2019 0:17:58 GMT -5
Nico nodded, taking the sword in his right hand and settling into a position that required a bit of focus, but left him more balanced. "Try to push me over," he told Sam, steadying his back foot for a moment before nodding once. Nico knew he couldn't be moved by demigods much bigger than him. He may have had a manipulative, abusive teacher, but he'd sure learned a lot. And he had been given the chance to learn more in New Rome, where they really had their strategy down. They knew the best way to make a fighter stronger. And although he couldn't often rely on strength in battle - he had to rely too much on his speed and his powers - he was confident that when in the proper stance it would take a lot to push him down. Of course, he'd never had a vampire try on him, and he wasn't aware that this was the situation he'd put himself in. "See how my feet aren't exactly in line with each other? There's a bit of space, and one foot is pointing out to create more of a triangle position. Triangles are the strongest shape, even though that's a really stupid sentence. It's true." He shrugged, leveraging the blade for a moment, as though focusing on an invisible enemy in front of him. (Oh dear. XD ) There was several seconds where Sam looked over Nico's posture. It could also be considered stalling, but he tried not to think about that. The stance looked easy enough to replicate, but Sam wasn't so sure if it was going to be as easy as it looked. Still, he'd find out he suppose. If doing what Nico had just told him to do didn't result in the demigod being sent through a wall and then never speaking to Sam again ... His hands almost started shaking at the thought. And they'd looked at him and they'd first been concerned, wondering why he was bleeding. Then they'd seen the teeth and the tears that were red and they didn't care he was hurt ... they'd just backed away, as if from an animal, and then ran. Sam pushed the thought away. He nodded twice. "Alright," he said. "Makes sense. Because if your feet were like this ..." He adjusted his own stance so he was in a similar position to Nico but feet facing a direction that he hadn't suggested. "... Then it'd be easier to over balance someone." The young vampire leaned to the left and then to the right. He turned back to Nico and chewed on his lip. "But if you're sure I can't push you over ..." He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure at all. He looked at his hands for a second, trying to prepare himself and allocate how much force to use. If it was wimpy, would Nico think Sam was insulting him? Too late to think about that now. He pushed at Nico's shoulder, intent on at least aiming for the strength he'd had several days ago. The push, while he'd tried for human, might have been just a bit more of a 'human-who-works-out-and-very-muscular' strength than 'stick-thin-boy-who-doesn't-look-like-he-eats-enough.' Nico noticed, but who was he to judge somebody else's strength? He remained rooted in place, not letting his expression show his thoughts. If Sam wasn't human, then Nico didn't need to point it out to him. There were a lot of reasons someone might want to seem human when they weren't. There were plenty of reasons someone not human would want to be human. Nico knew that last possibility intimately, even if he now wouldn't trade his father for the world. He'd grown and learned things that were vital to know in order to stay alive in a world like his. Maybe Sam wasn't that far yet. Maybe he wouldn't ever be. It was difficult to know for sure. Besides, it wasn't like Nico had told Sam that he was a demigod yet. It hadn't come up, so maybe it was just something Sam was waiting to say later. Or maybe he was just a surprisingly strong kid. Nico wouldn't rule out the options. "Good," he said, hoping he hadn't been silent for too long. He shifted back into a standing position. "Now, in a real fight you can't hold that position all the time, because you have to be moving and you don't have enough time to reset every moment. But if you have it in your muscle memory, it will protect you when you need it. From there..." he demonstrated, moving forward in a kind of shuffling motion, "It's about moving in a way that won't throw you off balance. Don't let your legs cross like they would when you're walking normally. Push off your back foot to move your front foot forward... now you try." He turned his attention back towards Sam, watching carefully.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Mar 28, 2019 4:09:42 GMT -5
"Yes," replied Kaito honestly. He studied Arlo, eyes soft, even though she wasn't actually looking at him. He pondered her reaction and easily reached the conclusion that her abilities weren't something she'd had for a very long time. "It's okay," he reassured after a heartbeat. She was probably worried about it. He knew that he had spent a long time trying to figure out what Pandora had done to him and it hadn't had so many side effects and rules as he knew Arlo's abilities did. "Your older self used that sometimes," he said, making a snap decision as he pointed to her hands. "It's an energy, as far as I know. Like ... you're holding liquid life - or mist life, something of that fashion." He smiled just a little. "I don't know if you've ever read any fantasy stories about mystical healers, but that's what your older self did in the House when she was around. Well ... that was the magical side of what she did. Back when this place started she was the first blinker. She ... she was the one who explained this place to me. I doubt I'd know half of what I know now without her." He sounded like he was talking about a whole other person. He couldn't help it, nor could he help the slight bittersweet taste it left in his mouth. "But that power you have now - it'll be alright. It's going to help you out a lot. I can't tell you how you figure it out. I wish I could." He swallowed. There was something else. Something he hadn't thought of until right this moment. What else Arlo could do. "You ... if it works the same ... you can bring back the dead." There. He'd said it. Now he wasn't sure if he was able to take it back or if he should., Your older self used that sometimes, The necklace slipped from Arlo's fingers as the words reached her. The girl glanced up, then back down to her empty hands, and finally back to Kaito when he continued speaking. It looked like she was about to get the answers even though she hadn't been able to make herself ask the questions. Her eyes widened as she listened, her attention fully focused on the other blinker. She really wasn't sure what she'd expected to hear, but his description of her powers was definitely surprising. A healer? She could actually hold life energy? It felt impossible, but at the same time it felt... right. The strange auras she could see around people, the energy she could sense whenever she touched someone, the way she'd been able to see Arthur when no one else had.
Arlo almost said something- she wasn't even sure what- but Kaito was still talking, and she didn't want to interrupt. There were still more questions to be answered. And there it was. "The first blinker?" she repeated in a whisper. When they'd met in the lodge it had been very obvious to her that he'd known the 'other' Arlo, but she'd forced herself not to ask. She never would have guessed that she was the first blinker. The person who had explained the House to Kaito. She was still trying to decide what to say when he said something else. Something that surprised her even more than the other answers she'd been given. Something that sparked a flame of hope within her. "I-I what?! But that means I could- I could-" If she was a healer, if she could bring the dead back to life, then it wasn't too late! She just had to go back to the campsite and... and what? As quickly as it had been ignited, the flame was extinguished again. She had gained her powers just about a day ago in her world, and she had no idea how to make them work. All she could do was see auras, she didn't even know how she'd just made that energy twist around her hand. How did she even begin to heal someone, let alone bring them back to life? Arlo looked down at her hands, appearing just as ordinary as they had a month ago when she hadn't even known that magic existed, then back to the other blinker. "I don't know how to do any of that..." she murmured. "Please, do you..." He'd already said that he couldn't tell her how to figure it out, but maybe there was something he knew about her powers that he just hadn't thought of yet. On a normal day, Arlo probably would have considered the possibility that even if he did know something, telling her would interfere with her timeline, but today was anything but a normal day and right now she didn't really care about damaged timelines. "Are you sure you don't know anything about how it works?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 28, 2019 14:58:53 GMT -5
“Juuzou Suzuya.” The young investigator introduced himself cheerfully. The fight hadn’t phased him at all, and neither had its abrupt end. He acted as though he hadn’t just been attempting to stab one of the people he was now chatting with. “Human person, ghoul investigator. Nice to meetcha.” He glanced at the younger boy as he interjected, tilted his head to look at him from a different angle, and nodded seriously at him. “Sorry I almost stabbed your friend.” He apologized, his tone...maybe sincere? It was so hard to tell whether he was serious or not. As the others began to talk amongst themselves, Juuzou wandered off towards the wall. By now enough smoke had cleared for him to see that it appeared completely undamaged by Ononoki’s explosion, so either she was a lot weaker than she looked or this thing was a lot tougher than it looked. “Too bad you aren’t a ghoul, or you could probably smash this thing.” He reaches out and pressed his hand against the wall as he made the remark, then glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was close enough to hear him. “Maybe it’s more damaged than it looks. Should I run another car into it...?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 28, 2019 15:15:33 GMT -5
Perfect //rubs hands together )) Kelsier was fine with being slow. He, too, had no desire to go running into a situation he couldn’t control, even if he did itch to see what was going on as fast as he could. As they walked, and the less and less leaves remained on the branches, the mistborn couldn’t help shielding his eyes with his hand and looking up at the bright sun. It was amazing to be able to see it so clearly without burning tin...amazing to see it at all. It was so bright it made his eyes sting until he was forced to blink and look away, and even then the after image burned red when he closed his eyes. “No.” He agreed. He didn’t have to know what a forest should look like to know something unnatural when he saw it. “No, that looks distinctly artificial, doesn’t it?” He glanced sideways at the vampire. “Cover me?” Then he stepped into the circle and tensed, bracing himself to run or fight or...well, something was bound to happen, right? And it did. His foot hit something invisible and he stumbled into a tree with a sharp inward gasp. (I gave you too much reasons. One reason was too much.) "You shouldn't look directly at the sun," Maladict pointed out. Even he was having a bit of trouble with the light. It had nothing to do with being a vampire - he was fine with the sun - but the fact that the sun on his homeworld was a lot smaller than the one currently overhead and a bit less ... bright. He had to look to the ground and ignore the temptation to study the upper branches of the bare trees. "I have no idea what it looks like," Maladict admitted. "It seems more like something happened from the center and radiated outward. And the center would be ..." He pointed in the direction Kelsier headed. He nodded, tense, at the other blinker's request for cover. He didn't know the exact implication of the words, but he knew it meant to watch for danger while Kelsier couldn't. His senses ached, but he payed close attention to their surroundings. But then Kelsier stumbled and Maladict jumped forward, catching him by the shoulder, expecting something. Instead he just found one of his foot on uneven ground which didn't look uneven. "What on the Disc?" he exclaimed, stepping back and pulling Kelsier with him so he could be sure he was alright. "What's that?" ( to be fair, it was a very good reason. ) “Got it.” Kelsier said sheepishly, keeping his hazel eyes away from the branches over his head with difficulty. “It isn’t a problem where I come from. The sun’s there, but you can’t see it well enough for looking at it to be a problem.” Something at the center? The only thing he could think of was either that something had come up, or something had come down. he didn’t particularly like either idea. Maybe someone had simply chosen to do something right there? “It could be the thing we heard earlier.” He remarked as he walked carefully through the circle. His shoulders were tense with waiting for something to happen, and he mentally checked his metals he didn’t have a lot left, but he figured it would be enough to get him through a fight if it came to it. Kelsier turned as Maladict steadied him, and his eyes widened as the vampire’s foot seemed suddenly to be resting on this air. He couldn’t tell what they’d stepped on. Was it the same thing that had made the noise, or had the noise caused it? Maybe they weren’t even connected, who knew with this place. He let himself be pulled out of the circle, and it was a relief to be safely under the leaves again. Even though it was surreal to stand in a forest of green plants, he found it...soothing...in a way few things were. Not to mention the invisible somethings he really didn’t want to step on anymore, at least until he knew what they were. ”I can’t see anything. Can you?” The mistborn looked at his companion, suddenly wondering whether his eyesight was as heightened as his hearing seemed to be. Maybe whatever it was simply was visible to his eyes? He looked back in the circle and flared tin for a moment to test that idea, but to his disappointment nothing appeared.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 28, 2019 15:29:18 GMT -5
Rue noticed the nervous habit, but she didn’t say anything about it, and she didn’t let herself stare at the smudge on the boy’s cheek. She was curious, but she refused to pry. They’d just met, she didn’t know how private Noah was, or what kinds of things had happened to him.... Speaking of which, had he looked that solid before. She blinked as he seemed almost to come into focus, like looking directly at something you’d only seen out of the corner of your eye. “I’ve talked to three dragons.” She offered. As he continued her smile stayed, but somehow it seemed to slip out of her eyes, leaving a more serious, almost sad light in them instead. “My world is....” She wondered, for the first time, how her world compared to other ones in the House. With a start, she realized that other worlds might not know about the Games at all. How hadn’t that crossed her mind before? Because she couldn’t imagine life without the Hunger Games. “This place is so much nicer than where I live.” She explained quietly, dropping her dark eyes to her hands. Her lip trembled slightly as she thought of this year’s reaping..... Tomorrow. “Is your world nice at all?” The little girl changed the subject, swallowing back the thoughts that threatened to cut her like shards of glass. “Or is here better for you, too?” "This place is nicer?" Noah frowned at the thought. He knew bad things happened here, he knew the rooms were dangerous... they always had been and they always would be. People died here... but they always came back, didn't they? They always came back more alive than he'd ever be again. Not that he resented them for it... of course he didn't, but maybe... well, maybe that meant his world wasn't quite as fair as the House either. "To be honest, I think it might be nicer here than my world, too." He winced as he remembered the fiery pain spreading across his face as he fell, not able to process Whelk as the one to have dealt the blow... no. No, he couldn't do that. Not here. Not now. He looked at Rue a bit more carefully, noticing that she seemed hurt by thoughts of her world as well. Not just hurt, but apprehensive. In her world the worst possible thing hadn't happened yet, had it? Bad things, certainly, but not the worst. He straightened up a bit, eyes narrowing. A bit of the old Noah seemed to come back for just a moment as a mischievous smile spread across his face and he raked a hand through his tufts of light hair. "Whaddya say we escape our world, for just a bit? Find a room that's better than anything we can find at home?" So his world was less than kind, too. Rue saw the wince and couldn’t help thinking about all the things she’d seen on the huge screen every year. Sometimes, the winners looked happy, proud, ready to take their rewards and live a comfortable life with a more food than they wanted to eat. But sometimes...sometimes, they looked a little bit like Noah. Sometimes she could see a flash of something deeper than the physical pain they’d endured in their eyes when they thought the camera wasn’t focused on them anymore. Sometimes they looked a little bit like they, too, had died in the arena, like the person she was seeing was merely a Capital imitation of the human it had killed. She closed her eyes for a second as too many memories crowded in her head, mixing with nightmares of the future, until it was hard to tell them apart. She let them swarm her for just a second. And then she opened her eyes and swallowed them back, willing herself not to worry about that right now. There was nothing she could do that she hadn’t done already. And here, time in her world was frozen. This was one of the rare moments where she didn’t have to worry. She wasn’t going to waste that. The girl felt face relax as he smiled, and she smiled back. “Yeah.” She agreed, and the smile strengthened, her eyes brightening at the idea. “Yeah, let’s find the best room in the whole house!”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 28, 2019 22:44:59 GMT -5
When Juuzou’s interest seemed to be drawn back to the wall, Ononoki steered herself in the same direction and followed him closely. She hardly turned her head one way or the other, instead moving her whole torso and simply staring ahead of her. She was silent in the face of being allowed excuses. She had no desire for flaunting her abilities or arguing that the wall was strong, as opposed to her being weak. Instead she stood passively by as he examined the undamaged wall and spoke about what truly interested her. Sometimes one did not even need to ask for the conversation to transition to what they wanted to hear. And her pointed ears were indeed listening, her vacant green eyes watching. “Tell me more about ghouls.” Unfortunately for the two of them, the wall probably wasn’t more damaged than it looked. She had not tested her abilities on every material, but she knew well enough that if she couldn’t break this wall then it was unlikely anyone or anything else here could. Her staring response said that she would willingly watch him try, but had no high expectations.
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