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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 29, 2019 0:59:47 GMT -5
(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. It was almost more of a shock that Nico didn't end up moving - or reacting - than he was that he'd succeeded in monitoring his own strength to not send the boy across the room. He probably tuned out almost as long as Nico had, bringing his attention back to what he was doing as he started to move again. He slowly walked to follow Nico's movements and then frowned slightly when asked to actually demonstrate. Alright ... he could do this ... His face set a little, trying to remember how Nico had moved. He waited a small heartbeat before moving. It felt awkward, trying to follow all the instructions and forget how he normally moved. He wasn't sure he was even doing it right, but he hoped it was a good first attempt. After traveling about the same amount of floor that Nico had, he turned and asked, a slightly lopsided grin on his face, "Any glaring mistakes?"
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Post by Auransky on Mar 29, 2019 1:41:23 GMT -5
Elliot fell silent, his head tilting down as he shut his eyes tightly. He was both fighting, and twitching as he struggled to remain standing still. Everything Myrnin said wasn't a lie, it was true-he was making up lies for someone who clearly wasn't fair. Yet, where was the dividing line between the figurehead and his flesh N Blood? His right eye twitched rapidly as he forced his eyes shut even tighter. He forcefully tried to open his jaw, but he instantly retracted as he internally struggled with whether he should speak his mind. His heart thumped aggressively, as he ill attempted to swallow any and all emotions of the discussion. The individual standing before him wasn't wrong, and for that it was more painful to continue denying the truth. At some point he had stopped breathing all together. C-Calm.... He tried to reason with himself. I-I don't want to suffer, like the others... He felt a terrible stinging pain coming from within. It was an uneasy pain, one that could be felt yet not described. He caved in, bending forward as he rested his his palms against the sides of his legs. Looking down he started to breathe once again. "I-I don't, want the throne..." He forcefully spoke in a guttural tone. "I-I..want nothing, to do with it." He paused in between, with a low rasp coming from the back of his throat. "B-But." He was attempting to keep his voice nuetral. "I have reasons to stand by her side." He softly commented. "Even if choice is not on my side." His left hand was now oozing with fresh blood from where his palm rested against the side of his left leg. [He's still bending forward]
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Post by strider on Mar 29, 2019 10:00:56 GMT -5
For just a few moments, Noah could've been who he was in life. The skateboarder with a devilish smile but a warm heart, who wasn't afraid to take risks or trust people. He knew it was the House's energy that let it happen, but he was going to take advantage of it while it lasted. He made a move towards the hallway, gesturing for Rue to go first if she wanted. He hadn't been in very many rooms, despite the number of times he'd blinked in. He didn't really mind that, honestly, but he had to believe now that if they wanted a good room, they would get it. The House would have to be kind to them just this once. After all, it seemed sometimes that the House really was a kind entity - it took them out of moments that were terrifying, gave them an excuse not to think about their worlds for a little bit. He watched Rue for a few moments, wondering for a brief moment what had gotten into him - this rare spark of bravery was rather uncharacteristic recently. Perhaps it was the thrill of not knowing what lay ahead in the House. Nonetheless, walking side by side with Rue past the rows and rows of doors felt like a realm of possibilities rather than a labyrinth of nightmares. "Do you want to pick a door?" he asked the little girl, not really trusting himself to pick a good one. He didn't know if he believed in luck, at least in the House, but he did seem to be rather unlucky. Perhaps with Rue choosing they had a better shot.
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Post by strider on Mar 29, 2019 10:23:53 GMT -5
mintedstar/furNico watched for several moments, nodding. He had never tried teaching before, but he figured almost anything could be better than the way he was taught. And it seemed like Sam was a quick learning. "Good," he said, moving towards Sam. He wasn't going to touch the boy, but he was going to demonstrate again. "Eventually you won't need to think about it. For now you're likely going to forget and put yourself in a position where you're off balance, so... be careful," he said. "Always push off from the foot opposite where you want to go." He didn't know if that made sense, but hopefully with the demonstration Sam would understand. "If your legs are crossed, even for a moment, that's a weak point, so-" whatever he was saying was cut off as the House whisked him back to his world.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 29, 2019 10:49:43 GMT -5
Rue got up and followed the boy, her body more relaxed than it had been in weeks. How strange that it was here, where an almost infinite amount of things could go wrong at any moment, where she might be in more danger than even in her own world, that she felt...home. She glanced at Noah, and her dark eyes softened as she realized that he probably felt the same way. Whatever happened tomorrow, she promised herself that today would be enough to hold on to. She would get through it with the memory of today. She stepped into the endless hall and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she let the smells and the silence wash over her. Smells she would never encounter anywhere else flooded her mouth like possiblities, and she found herself smiling without even meaning to. “Okay.” She agreed when Noah offered, and opened her eyes, this time scanning the doors for one that felt welcoming. Her small hand found a knob, warm to the touch as though she’d just missed someone else. “How about this one? She suggested with a glance at her new friend, her eyebrows raised questioningly. “I guess it’s just luck anyway, but I have a good feeling about this one.”
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Post by strider on Mar 29, 2019 10:57:31 GMT -5
"If you have a good feeling, then we'll trust it," Noah replied quietly. He liked Rue. That was unusual. It wasn't that he had a tendency to dislike people, just that he was usually wary around strangers. Rue didn't feel like a stranger. Or at least not a malevolent one. He let that thought comfort him as the door was pushed open, and he stepped in. It looked like something he hadn't seen in a long time. A skate park stretched out in front of them, with obstacles and small jumps, and everything else he could have wished for a few years before. He couldn't help the smile spreading across his face - it almost felt like coming home. And he could share this memory in the House, with someone who didn't seem to be lying to him. Who didn't plan to betray him. It was a good feeling. A chance to reforge memories. It wasn't until he saw the two skateboards lying several feet in front of them that the happiness came crashing down. His hand automatically went to the smudge on his cheek, his fingers gently feeling the place where it had caved in. He seemed to flicker, for just a moment, as though all energy was leaving him. As though he were about to disappear. NO. He pushed back against it. This was a nice room. He flared back to life, to full vibrancy, to the semblance of a living human being. His mind couldn't take this from him. The House was giving him a gift, wasn't it? So why did it feel so painful?
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 29, 2019 13:40:59 GMT -5
Rue stepped in right behind him, blinking as the dim light of the hall shifted to a brighter, warmer light. She could feel Noah standing next to her, she could even sense that he, too, had relaxed since blinking in, but she didn’t look at him right away. Her mouth slipped open in a perfect “o” as she stared at the huge obstacle course laid out in front of her. It was filled with oddly shaped lumps, slides, bars of metal held off the ground by blocks of concrete...and more things that she didn’t even know how to describe. She might have stared longer if she hadn’t felt the warmth of the boy beside her seem to extinguish in a rush of cold air, as though he suddenly wasn’t there. Her first thought was that he’d blinked out, and her smile slipped as she glanced at the spot he’d been, ready to resign herself to being alone again. She blinked. He was still there, his pale hand touching the smudge on his cheek as though he’d never noticed it before. For just a moment she imagine she could see the grass behind him... And then he was warm again, and she could look at him and see him. See the flare of defiance in his eyes as he fought whatever this room was doing to him, whatever the smudge was doing to him. “What is all of this?” She didn’t look away as she asked the question, only half looking for an actual answer. The bigger half hoped she was right, and he needed a distraction.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 29, 2019 14:29:40 GMT -5
striderSam blinked out. (And because Mint doesn't want to make two posts.) "And why is Myrnin covered in soot?" asked Sam. The older vampire was. Most of it had been shaken off during the few walks he'd carried out around the lab, but Sam could smell it on him. And The Doctor, though a little less, for that matter. The scent of it stung his nose, harsh metals mixing into it. He looked between the other four people in the room, as if he was looking for the answer to the strange and sudden addition for the hyper Missy to the previous three adults. He opened his mouth, about to say something else, when he appeared in the House. The living room looked the same as always, but Sam awkwardly squirmed. He wasn't in the large hoodie this time at least. He was wearing one of Myrnin's large t-shirts - since he didn't actually have any clothing of his own. It was inside out, since he hadn't bothered to fix it. At least it meant it just looked black from this side instead of whatever logo was currently turned inward. He was just a bit annoyed that the House had extracted him from his world then. He wanted answers and wasn't pleased to wait. "Was that necessary?" he asked the ceiling. "Unless you think I can somehow solve my problems by appearing here."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 29, 2019 15:17:48 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. "It's on the universe, which is carried around in a bag by the gods. But they're also inside of the bag and carrying it around at the same time," said Maladict, eyes sparking with mirth as he continued along with the joke. Despite the light in his eyes, his words were still pretty serious and even. The world views were different, of course, but it was fun to see how far it could go. "I usually just introduce myself as Maladict. Though Mal works just as well," said the vampire with an easy smile. "I have to write out the name more than I have to say it." He understood Hector's assumption of his name and explained, "I'm older than I look. Others are ones I gained from my family lineage, though not a lot of them. I haven't been a soldier for long, but I've lived for longer than anyone probably alive in your world and name can be easy to collect when you go through the centuries in a family that has a ... reputation." His expression was one which said he was slightly unwilling to talk about his family.
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Post by Auransky on Mar 29, 2019 16:17:18 GMT -5
Rowlin pressed his left hand against the back of his left shoulder. With his fingers he pressed along the edges of the bone to address a minor strain he was feeling. At the same time he stretched his neck towards the right, his green gaze scrolling between the others speaking. On the other hand, Hange was giving him an undefined look-puzzled he pondered if there was something wrong with himself or if they were expecting something else to happen. "O-Oh!" He snapped out of his thoughts, when Hange answered his own forming questions by mentioning the wings. At the same time Ononoki adding to the question by mentioning Devil Boy, seemed to indicate that they were back at the initial question that started the initial fight. Ononoki was right though, there was something he didn't want to share; not yet-or possibly never. Gotta hate contracts.... "Hybrid is one way to put it, but we can also call it science." He casually pressed harder against his shoulder bone, his neck now stretching towards the left. "Why stick with projected holographic generic shields when we can proceed with realistic, non generic shields. Which CAN react to the intense pressures they are under." He casually lied. Everyone assumed we'd have flying cars in 2015.. 2019 tried to go back to flip phones, without admitting they were flip phone. Ugh, the list goes on, but we always seem to imagine it in the future, and be completely off by a grandtastic some long years! "On the other hand." His attention turned to Ononoki, "Maybe I am a devil?" His eyes gleamed in the direction of the doll like girl. "According to Capitalism." He quickly leaned forward and interjected his own initial statement. That's the one field where you don't need to be nonhuman to be a devil.
He had enough of sitting on the ground. The pain on his knee was mostly-gone. Silently he stood up, and began to brush the dust off of him. He listened to Juuzou's more formal introduction, Oh, a hunter It suddenly clicked. Course, but wait... "Ghoul?" Rowlin raised a curious brow his attention now at the investigator. "A living corpse, zombie like?" He crossed his arms after completely dusting himself off. "I didn't think the world needed hunters for zombies. I mean like a full on dedicated team." Don't tell me the incident in Mexico prompted a team like that? Those people were already dead, it was there nervous system's delayed reaction before they collapsed... He fell silent, the boy had called him a friend. Kids never cease to amaze me... Juuzou mentioned the wall again. Then Ononoki followed after, it was evident that something was off about the wall. He now made his way towards the wall, stopping at a distance from the two standing basically at the wall. "Too bad I'm not a ghoul?" He rested his hands on his hips, shaking his head. "But there might be another way to approach this wall." His attention turned towards Ononoki, "If you can gladly answer this room's dying question, I'll give it a go." He answered with a very cheerful smile.
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Post by strider on Mar 30, 2019 0:14:10 GMT -5
Rue stepped in right behind him, blinking as the dim light of the hall shifted to a brighter, warmer light. She could feel Noah standing next to her, she could even sense that he, too, had relaxed since blinking in, but she didn’t look at him right away. Her mouth slipped open in a perfect “o” as she stared at the huge obstacle course laid out in front of her. It was filled with oddly shaped lumps, slides, bars of metal held off the ground by blocks of concrete...and more things that she didn’t even know how to describe. She might have stared longer if she hadn’t felt the warmth of the boy beside her seem to extinguish in a rush of cold air, as though he suddenly wasn’t there. Her first thought was that he’d blinked out, and her smile slipped as she glanced at the spot he’d been, ready to resign herself to being alone again. She blinked. He was still there, his pale hand touching the smudge on his cheek as though he’d never noticed it before. For just a moment she imagine she could see the grass behind him... And then he was warm again, and she could look at him and see him. See the flare of defiance in his eyes as he fought whatever this room was doing to him, whatever the smudge was doing to him. “What is all of this?” She didn’t look away as she asked the question, only half looking for an actual answer. The bigger half hoped she was right, and he needed a distraction. "Are you saying you've never been skateboarding before?" Noah asked; his voice weak. His fingers were still resting on the smudge, as though he was unable to lift them from it. He let his breath out slowly, although he knew he didn't really need to breathe. "I... well, it's been a long time since I last went. Maybe... maybe one day I'll tell you about that day, but... not now." There was a look, in his eye. As though, perhaps, if Rue looked close enough she'd be able to see the gruesome scene without Noah telling her directly. As though he were reliving it again, and again. He hadn't quite degraded so much as to be found reenacting it in a terrifying pantomime, with only a fraction of himself there, but it wasn't difficult to believe he could get there, one day. He looked fragile, to say the least. "Here," he murmured, rolling the smaller skateboard over to Rue. "I'll teach you how to ride, if you want. It's... well..." he could do this. He would do this. He wrenched his hand away from his face and stood confidently on the other board. "Watch carefully." He propelled himself forward and over the edge, coming up on the other side and rotating the board in mid-air, while letting out a surprised shout of joy. It was a better feeling than he remembered, even as he came back over the edge and stopped his board right near Rue.
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Post by strider on Mar 30, 2019 0:28:11 GMT -5
strider Sam blinked out. (And because Mint doesn't want to make two posts.) "And why is Myrnin covered in soot?" asked Sam. The older vampire was. Most of it had been shaken off during the few walks he'd carried out around the lab, but Sam could smell it on him. And The Doctor, though a little less, for that matter. The scent of it stung his nose, harsh metals mixing into it. He looked between the other four people in the room, as if he was looking for the answer to the strange and sudden addition for the hyper Missy to the previous three adults. He opened his mouth, about to say something else, when he appeared in the House. The living room looked the same as always, but Sam awkwardly squirmed. He wasn't in the large hoodie this time at least. He was wearing one of Myrnin's large t-shirts - since he didn't actually have any clothing of his own. It was inside out, since he hadn't bothered to fix it. At least it meant it just looked black from this side instead of whatever logo was currently turned inward. He was just a bit annoyed that the House had extracted him from his world then. He wanted answers and wasn't pleased to wait. "Was that necessary?" he asked the ceiling. "Unless you think I can somehow solve my problems by appearing here." Nico appeared again, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He looked suspicious of every person that had previously been passing near him. In a world like his, it paid to be cautious. He let the tension out of his shoulders at the sight of the House, though. It was nice to have a break again, though he was sure he was aging twice as fast as everyone he was with considering he seemed to be spending more time in the House lately than he did actually in his world. Not that he actually minded that much. It was nice here, sometimes. He could tell it was going to be nice this time, at least based on the sight of the other boy he'd seen last time. "Hey," he called, his voice quiet but still loud enough to be heard in the otherwise silent room. He approached the other boy, not commenting on the fashion choices he was making, because really, who was he to talk? He had his classic aviator jacket and a black shirt, and he hadn't changed that perfect formula since he was ten. If it's not broke, don't fix it, after all. Unlike Sam, he was grateful for the blink. The others were irritating him at the moment, and he just wanted to get away. Away from the pressure of it all. 'We just need to raise an army of the dead that's more powerful than the actual Earth herself, oh and rescue the only people who can save the Earth from the place that almost drove you mad, and you're the only one who can do it, but we won't treat you with any basic respect because you've made some questionable decisions in the past and oh... you're kind of scary but we won't bother trying to get past that. Or care that you're still recovering from being driven almost insane and also inches away from death. Is that okay, Nico?' If someone had said it to him like that back at the beginning, he would have said no. But now he was stuck. Actually... he wouldn't have said no, but it would have been nice to have a warning. He sucked in a hollow breath, releasing his hand from where it had been gripping the hilt of his sword so tight his knuckles had turned white.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 30, 2019 3:41:30 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?"
Kaito sighed, chewing at his lip in distress. He really couldn't say how bad of a corner he'd worked himself into. It wasn't because he'd told Arlo things she probably wasn't supposed to know yet, but because now that he had he didn't know how to follow through. He wanted to help her but it was also tossing her into more danger. Arlo could handle it. The Arlo he knew. This one, however, hadn't grown up as much as she had. "I don't know much," he said apologetically. "I can't tell you what happens from your point of view. You've - the older version of you - brought me back from the dead once. It ..." He looked down at his hands, rubbing a thumb along a scar as he tried to remember what it had felt like. "It just felt like she could draw me back to myself. I don't know how you could do it unless maybe you ... could ... try it out." He scowled suddenly, thinking of something. Oh, he really didn't like that idea. And he knew there was no way Arlo would go for it. "It might be like healing," he said after a while. "It probably has something to do with your emotions. You probably have to channel them in a certain way to have it work." He glanced at her, then just through it out there. "Would you like to see if you can do it?" He held out his arms, including the one which had clearly been broken and mended wrong, scars visible on his hands and disappearing up his sleeve, presumably continuing over his arms. "You could try healing this. You need your hands to do it, I think. But you could try triggering different emotions and ... I'm not sure ... funneling them into your hands? That's the best theory I have," he said with a shrug, dropping his arms back into his lap since he hadn't thought she'd go for the idea.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 30, 2019 3:48:54 GMT -5
(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. "No, I can't see anything," said Maladict. He scented the air, picking up the faint, musty smell of animal. But there was a lot of leaf mulch, stirred up dust, and newly fallen leaves. "It felt soft though," he said, looking down at his boots. They weren't exactly thick soled. "And I smell animal." But he couldn't be completely sure. He didn't have that much higher senses than a human. A bit, but he wasn't a werewolf. A werewolf would have been able to tell what animal it was and how long ago it had been there. Mal could just tell that it was something which had been strongly here for a time and was possibly still here. He'd at least make an educated guess that it was an animal. "Did you want to investigate again or," said Maladict, lip twitching a little at his next idea. "Toss rocks at it from here and see what happens?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 30, 2019 4:00:59 GMT -5
strider Sam blinked out. (And because Mint doesn't want to make two posts.) "And why is Myrnin covered in soot?" asked Sam. The older vampire was. Most of it had been shaken off during the few walks he'd carried out around the lab, but Sam could smell it on him. And The Doctor, though a little less, for that matter. The scent of it stung his nose, harsh metals mixing into it. He looked between the other four people in the room, as if he was looking for the answer to the strange and sudden addition for the hyper Missy to the previous three adults. He opened his mouth, about to say something else, when he appeared in the House. The living room looked the same as always, but Sam awkwardly squirmed. He wasn't in the large hoodie this time at least. He was wearing one of Myrnin's large t-shirts - since he didn't actually have any clothing of his own. It was inside out, since he hadn't bothered to fix it. At least it meant it just looked black from this side instead of whatever logo was currently turned inward. He was just a bit annoyed that the House had extracted him from his world then. He wanted answers and wasn't pleased to wait. "Was that necessary?" he asked the ceiling. "Unless you think I can somehow solve my problems by appearing here." Nico appeared again, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He looked suspicious of every person that had previously been passing near him. In a world like his, it paid to be cautious. He let the tension out of his shoulders at the sight of the House, though. It was nice to have a break again, though he was sure he was aging twice as fast as everyone he was with considering he seemed to be spending more time in the House lately than he did actually in his world. Not that he actually minded that much. It was nice here, sometimes. He could tell it was going to be nice this time, at least based on the sight of the other boy he'd seen last time. "Hey," he called, his voice quiet but still loud enough to be heard in the otherwise silent room. He approached the other boy, not commenting on the fashion choices he was making, because really, who was he to talk? He had his classic aviator jacket and a black shirt, and he hadn't changed that perfect formula since he was ten. If it's not broke, don't fix it, after all. Unlike Sam, he was grateful for the blink. The others were irritating him at the moment, and he just wanted to get away. Away from the pressure of it all. 'We just need to raise an army of the dead that's more powerful than the actual Earth herself, oh and rescue the only people who can save the Earth from the place that almost drove you mad, and you're the only one who can do it, but we won't treat you with any basic respect because you've made some questionable decisions in the past and oh... you're kind of scary but we won't bother trying to get past that. Or care that you're still recovering from being driven almost insane and also inches away from death. Is that okay, Nico?' If someone had said it to him like that back at the beginning, he would have said no. But now he was stuck. Actually... he wouldn't have said no, but it would have been nice to have a warning. He sucked in a hollow breath, releasing his hand from where it had been gripping the hilt of his sword so tight his knuckles had turned white. Spinning, looking surprised for a second, Sam's expression changed to one which held a brighter outlook. "Nico!" he said cheerfully. He noticed the tension around the other boy and was a bit concerned. But it seemed like a better idea to respect Nico's privacy instead of drawing attention to how much he seemed ... stressed. A bit self-consciously, Sam rubbed a finger along the ruff edge of the shirt. As he did, he said, "Hey! Has it been very long for you since you were last here? It was actually longer than usual for me, but I guess the House took a break during the night - though I don't know why considering I was still awake." He at least didn't look tired. He'd avoided sleep by just staying awake in the room he'd been using even though Lady Grey had told him to sleep. He just hadn't been able to. "Er ..." He patted his pockets before saying, "I still wish there was something I could do for you, since you were so nice to me last time." He looked up at Nico again, since he'd been glancing at his shoes. The smile had widened a bit. "Thanks again for that. I hope I'm not the worst company. If there's anything you'd like to do ...?" He didn't want to draw attention specifically to what was happening back in Nico's world to annoy him, so he found his sentences a bit awkward. But he was trying, wanting to help Nico out without harming his pride or annoying him as well.
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Post by Sησω on Mar 30, 2019 11:54:11 GMT -5
Dukku blinked into the living room. While it was still a shock, it was a little less so than previous. He had no words to describe the structures in front of him and the ground under his feet, but this place was the Living Room in the Paradox House. One thing was different - there were no other blinkers, human, wolf or otherwise. While it was possible that everyone had gone back to their worlds, the fact that the commotion last blink was completely gone was funny to the fox-cat.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 30, 2019 13:57:52 GMT -5
Rue stepped in right behind him, blinking as the dim light of the hall shifted to a brighter, warmer light. She could feel Noah standing next to her, she could even sense that he, too, had relaxed since blinking in, but she didn’t look at him right away. Her mouth slipped open in a perfect “o” as she stared at the huge obstacle course laid out in front of her. It was filled with oddly shaped lumps, slides, bars of metal held off the ground by blocks of concrete...and more things that she didn’t even know how to describe. She might have stared longer if she hadn’t felt the warmth of the boy beside her seem to extinguish in a rush of cold air, as though he suddenly wasn’t there. Her first thought was that he’d blinked out, and her smile slipped as she glanced at the spot he’d been, ready to resign herself to being alone again. She blinked. He was still there, his pale hand touching the smudge on his cheek as though he’d never noticed it before. For just a moment she imagine she could see the grass behind him... And then he was warm again, and she could look at him and see him. See the flare of defiance in his eyes as he fought whatever this room was doing to him, whatever the smudge was doing to him. “What is all of this?” She didn’t look away as she asked the question, only half looking for an actual answer. The bigger half hoped she was right, and he needed a distraction. "Are you saying you've never been skateboarding before?" Noah asked; his voice weak. His fingers were still resting on the smudge, as though he was unable to lift them from it. He let his breath out slowly, although he knew he didn't really need to breathe. "I... well, it's been a long time since I last went. Maybe... maybe one day I'll tell you about that day, but... not now." There was a look, in his eye. As though, perhaps, if Rue looked close enough she'd be able to see the gruesome scene without Noah telling her directly. As though he were reliving it again, and again. He hadn't quite degraded so much as to be found reenacting it in a terrifying pantomime, with only a fraction of himself there, but it wasn't difficult to believe he could get there, one day. He looked fragile, to say the least. "Here," he murmured, rolling the smaller skateboard over to Rue. "I'll teach you how to ride, if you want. It's... well..." he could do this. He would do this. He wrenched his hand away from his face and stood confidently on the other board. "Watch carefully." He propelled himself forward and over the edge, coming up on the other side and rotating the board in mid-air, while letting out a surprised shout of joy. It was a better feeling than he remembered, even as he came back over the edge and stopped his board right near Rue. Rue watched him quietly as he answered her, her large eyes searching through his expression, the tense muscles as his body seemed only half aware of itself, his weak voice. “Nope. Is that what this thing is? A...skate board?” She didn’t need to know he was a ghost to know what trauma painted across someone’s memories looked like. She’d seen the same haunted look in too many dead eyes in the market, in the field, on her tv as she watched people she knew and people she didn’t die. It also meant she didn’t flinch away from him. He wasn’t frightening to her, or even unusual. Everyone had been through something too awful to put into words addressed to anyone at all, let alone a stranger. So she wasn’t surprised when he didn’t tell her what was playing out behind his eyes. “Okay. But don’t tell me for me, okay? Only tell me someday when it’s for you.” She let herself be pulled from her reverie as he moved and her foot lifted instinctively to stop the smaller skateboard as he rolled it to her, her gaze dropping for a moment to look at it curiously, before flicking up in time to see him mount his and.... And her eyes widened as he sped up, a sharp sound of mingled shock and awe escaping her as he flew into the air and twisted like a song bird in flight. He looked so at home in the air, like he had wings of his own, and she clapped as hard as she could as he came back down grinning ear to ear by the time he reached her. “Can I really learn to do that? It was like you were flying!”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 30, 2019 14:05:02 GMT -5
( 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. "No, I can't see anything," said Maladict. He scented the air, picking up the faint, musty smell of animal. But there was a lot of leaf mulch, stirred up dust, and newly fallen leaves. "It felt soft though," he said, looking down at his boots. They weren't exactly thick soled. "And I smell animal." But he couldn't be completely sure. He didn't have that much higher senses than a human. A bit, but he wasn't a werewolf. A werewolf would have been able to tell what animal it was and how long ago it had been there. Mal could just tell that it was something which had been strongly here for a time and was possibly still here. He'd at least make an educated guess that it was an animal. "Did you want to investigate again or," said Maladict, lip twitching a little at his next idea. "Toss rocks at it from here and see what happens?" Too bad. Kelsier extinguished his tin as it failed to reveal what they’d tripped over, letting an annoyed sigh escape through his teeth. “An invisible animal?” He suggested after a moment while he chewed over idea. He couldn’t think of any animals that could turn invisible, but then again he was standing in the middle of a lot of green plants, so who was he to say what could and couldn’t be? “It did feel soft. Sort of squishy to me. Everything smells like animals in here so I can’t tell much about that, but who knows?” At the vampire’s next words he laughed a little, shaking his head at the mental image. “Well, why not? Better a rock gets eaten than us, right? I’m game.” He stooped down and felt around for a good candidate for a moment, then straightened up, two smooth-ish medium small gray rocks cupped I’m his left hand, one in his right. “Ready?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 30, 2019 15:23:32 GMT -5
Ononoki stood there satisfied as things fell into place, and Rowlin even shared a bonus amount of information about himself. Hybrid. That much she knew already. Even if he were from her universe, an infinite spectrum of oddities awaited those who searched for them. She just wanted to add to her library, which was the same reason she was asking Juuzou, who seemed to be an expert on the matter, what ghouls were. But when Rowlin redirected everyone's urging questions toward her, she raised her head slightly, her mouth in a passive, slight downward turn. When she was still, she truly did look like a doll; a pristine corpse, really, dressed up in a flamboyant outfit that was highly misleading in relation to her actual level of emotion. There was a pause before she spoke, as if she were just now realizing the answer. "A vampire." Even for her, it was unceremonious. It was phrased with more triumph than she actually had though--in reality, it was no revelation. In fact, she was entirely feigning having just figured it out. If Rowlin had been paying any attention to the looks she sent his way, he would know that she could say more. He would see that vampirism was of the lowest importance to her in this investigation, just as it probably was for him as well. But strangely enough, whether because she saw no gain in it for herself or because she was actually trying to protect him, she didn't reveal anything further than this to the others. Perhaps she even said it just to fool them by satisfying everyone's questions.
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Post by Sησω on Mar 30, 2019 15:40:22 GMT -5
All of a sudden, an unknown substance fell on Dukku. "Achoo!" the nicheling exhaled a sneeze, for once not caused by his sickness. What had just happened? The stuff had come out of nowhere. He had to blink a few times to get whatever it was out of his eyes. Once he was sure that it had stopped falling, he took a glance up. The sight shocked him even more than the strange material. Above was a huge creature - the humans were as large as bearyenas, but this was even larger. Possibly as tall as a tree! "W-what are you?" if she was a blinker, which she seemed to be, he would be able to talk to her. Maybe she would be nice like Clementine and Victoria. However, he couldn't help but be afraid. His eyes were wide and his fur was puffed out.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 30, 2019 16:50:57 GMT -5
Juuzou reach out and punched the wall, his knuckles hitting it with a dull thump, that, not surprisingly, did absolutely nothing to the wall. It did kind of hurt his hand though. He dropped his arm and half-turned away as Ononoki followed him, her green eyes as watchful and unreadable as when he’d first tried to rescue her from a dragon. His eyes widened a little, both at her request and Rowlin’s as the older blinker wandered towards them as well. “Huh? No, they aren’t dead...what are zombies?” He tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows in puzzlement as he realized that the two of them didn’t even know what he was talking about. Maybe he should pay a little bit more attention to what people had been telling him about this place...? “Ghouls are creatures that only eat humans.” He explained. “They’re really strong, and there’s a lot of them, so we have to learn how to figure out where they are so we can kill them first.” It was a simplified answer, but he thought he covered most of what they probably wanted to know, and the conversation moved on before he could go into any more detail. Besides, Ononoki’s next statement took up his full attention. “A vampire?” He repeated, his red eyes stretching as wide as they could go as he stared at her. Suddenly, she was just as interesting as Rowlin. There were too many interesting things in this room now, and his head moved rapidly back and forth as he tried to look at the two non-humans at the same time. “Do you eat people? Can you turn into a bat? What’s it like?” He looked back at Rowlin and jabbed a thumb at him, almost accusingly. “And you, what are you a hybrid of? Are you half human?”
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Post by Sησω on Mar 30, 2019 16:51:28 GMT -5
As Dukku expected, she was a blinker and he could understand her. "Um. . .a-are creatures of your size usual where you are from?" he asked. The nicheling slowly backed up a couple of steps. She was less intimidating when bending down, if only slightly so. However, he was still in shock.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 30, 2019 21:06:19 GMT -5
“Forgive me if I don’t take your word for it,” said Lovelace stiffly, at Rex’s words. She gripped the lamp firmly in front of her, taking one more step backwards away from the massive creature. She paused, however, hair standing up on the back of her neck as a rumbling noise echoed from the dragon’s mouth, one that after a few seconds she began to recognize as words. “You can talk...” she said, lowering the makeshift weapon just slightly in her surprise. “I...uh...I’m sorry. I’ve never seen anyone like you before, I wasn’r sure what to expect.” She still wasn’t sure, truth be told. But now that she knew the creature - dragon - was capable of communication, it seemed only fair to give her a chance.
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