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Post by Auransky on Mar 30, 2019 23:13:13 GMT -5
"Oh, living?" Rowlin was baffled as he took a step back from the surprise. "they eat humans?" He couldn't help but place a hand over his mouth to indicate the surprise he carried. When asked about zombies he tapped his cheek with his index finger. "Well, Zombies are animated corpses. Typically forced back to reality against their wills. Typically the mind is dead, but sometimes if that soul is clinging to reality, it can have a somewhat conscience. I haven't seen an intelligible one yet, but I have seen some animated after their lives by maniacs of the magic arts."
Rowlin silently waited for Ononoki to answer the question. It's not like he was intentionally hiding it, rather he needed to situate himself before doing anything. Last thing he needed was to openly admit what he was then end up in some trap ploy, or even worse; a lion's den. She said it though, she said vampire-which wasn't surprising. However, had that situation where he had to protect the other two not happened, would she have said secretary of the CEO? Maybe... anyone with an extensive database, and access to restricted files would be able to peace that I'm one hell of a secretary.. The majority of his attention turned to the wall, with ocassional turns towards the exchange of glances between the others. It was evident that Ononoki had more to say, but she was being quiet. Let's keep it that way... Everything else is less of importance.
Returning to the topic of Ghouls he nodded now trying to captivate the concept. "A being that devours other humans? That sounds somewhat backwards, but.." He tilted his head to think, "But there are so many beings in existence that it shouldn't surprise me as bad. M-Maybe we'll have to learn more about these ghouls.. last thing I want is to have one strike in a high concentrated area." He considered, he rested a hand against his cheek. Now turning his head towards Juuzou he listened to the boy's question. "Eat people, no." He plainly replied. "Bats, too stereotypical. Rather, vampires can shift but the animal varies based on the individual. Kinda like those online spirit animal sites." His expression shifted as if he realized something. "Oh yea!" He snapped his fingers, "Those online quiz sites that tell you your animal spirit. Typically made by vampires and werewolves." He nodded now to himself as if satisfied with the comment. He felt the nudge, it almost reminded him of his best friend's quirky actions, "Hybrid is one way to put it." He shifted his free hand in the air sideways to indicate a maybe signal. "I was human originally." He leaned forward to observe the wall, "Tell you what, explain to me what ghouls are and maybe we can recreate it." He observed the wall. "Describe it, and maybe have images in your mind. It wont be as strong but we can like give it a go."
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Post by strider on Mar 31, 2019 2:06:20 GMT -5
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. "It's been about an hour," Nico deadpanned, but whether or not he was joking was unclear. He wasn't joking. His expression did, however, shift into a more content one as he continued. "It's nice to see you again, though, Sam," he added on, seeming much more relaxed and at home than he had when he had first blinked in. Seeing the difference it might urge one to question which was the real world for Nico - his world, or the House, where he was allowed to take a breather and be with people who didn't immediately distrust him. He seemed surprised, eyebrows raised, at what Sam had to say next. He hadn't expected the other boy to offer to do anything in return. And 'nice' had never been a word used to describe him. His posture seemed to shift to one more open, and the aura he had a tendency to cast - the one that acted more as a warning: beware of demigod - diminished until it was like he wasn't exuding it at all. "I really didn't do anything. You're more pleasant company than most people back in my world," he admitted, shaking his head. "I was happy to teach you. You really don't need to do anything in return." However... he wasn't sure if he wanted to face something dangerous, but it felt like a long time since he had last been in a room. "Unless you'd like to find a room to explore. I wouldn't mind that myself." Hopefully they would get a good one.
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Post by strider on Mar 31, 2019 2:15:09 GMT -5
"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!” Only tell me someday when it's for you. Noah didn't know how much he needed to hear something like that until they were said. He had lived much of his life for someone else. It would be nice if he could spend his death - at least the time he had in the House - being able to act as freely as he had when he had been at his best in life. The moments where he felt free and creative and able to affect change. The House had given him that opportunity again, hadn't it? He was no longer just playing the role of being alive. Here he really could be alive. He didn't respond directly, but the thoughts rolled through his head even as he stopped in front of Rue and heard her reaction. "Well, we may not try that first go around," he laughed, heart filling as he looked at the amazement in Rue's eyes. He could recall being small himself, watching the older kids do tricks and wishing every minute that he could be out there with them, learning and falling and getting back up again for as long as it took to be able to touch the sky like the other kids could on their boards. He had learned. It had taken a long time - and a few broken bones - for him to get good, but he had managed it. He had forgotten how good it felt. "But yeah, you can learn how to do that. First you should learn how to balance on it though." He leaned down so he was holding Rue's skateboard steady. "Here, step on. You don't have to worry about starting this time around, just stay on. Remember, keep your center of balance low... bend your knees a bit once you're on."
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Post by strider on Mar 31, 2019 2:22:19 GMT -5
"Uh..." It was small things like naming years and worlds that gave him something to reassure things lined up. Somehow, they would all get to the bottom of what exactly was going on. It truly would seem that the smallest of details could add up just like the author had been doing with his studies of the paranormal. Only this time he wouldn't go up in thin air, "Maybe a bit of both like a weird hybrid? Like a trick of the light, something on the lines of the Jersey devil or Mothman but stranger?" Dipper pondered aloud to himself furrowing his eyebrows. The shakiness of Will's tone snapped him right on time shooting the boy a stunned look. "Has it always been like this?" His question bounced of the ancient walls finding his curiosity to be one of the things that kept him going. Will didn't really understand what Dipper was saying about Mothman or the Jersey devil, but he had heard of both, at least. He just didn't know what Dipper was getting at. Maybe he'd ask, later. It didn't seem to him like any of this could be a trick of the light. It felt too real for that. Both in his world and here. "Are you trying to figure out the House?" Will was no expert, but he didn't think that was possible. Maybe it was, though. Maybe people just hadn't been looking in the right places. "No," he replied swiftly. "Hasn't always been like this. The most paranormal thing I'd seen before now was the movie Poltergeist and my friend's DnD campaigns. Things started getting really weird earlier tonight... or I guess yesterday." He wasn't sure how much Dipper really wanted to hear. "Something followed me home and... it got me. I ended up someplace that was like my home, but... well, wasn't."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 31, 2019 5:32:47 GMT -5
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. "It's been about an hour," Nico deadpanned, but whether or not he was joking was unclear. He wasn't joking. His expression did, however, shift into a more content one as he continued. "It's nice to see you again, though, Sam," he added on, seeming much more relaxed and at home than he had when he had first blinked in. Seeing the difference it might urge one to question which was the real world for Nico - his world, or the House, where he was allowed to take a breather and be with people who didn't immediately distrust him. He seemed surprised, eyebrows raised, at what Sam had to say next. He hadn't expected the other boy to offer to do anything in return. And 'nice' had never been a word used to describe him. His posture seemed to shift to one more open, and the aura he had a tendency to cast - the one that acted more as a warning: beware of demigod - diminished until it was like he wasn't exuding it at all. "I really didn't do anything. You're more pleasant company than most people back in my world," he admitted, shaking his head. "I was happy to teach you. You really don't need to do anything in return." However... he wasn't sure if he wanted to face something dangerous, but it felt like a long time since he had last been in a room. "Unless you'd like to find a room to explore. I wouldn't mind that myself." Hopefully they would get a good one. It was amazing how a couple minutes in the House could change Nico and, in reaction, Sam. When Nico seemed to relax a little, the young vampire seemed to open up a lot more. He hadn't been hunched over, but something about the set of his shoulders became less tense and he seemed to allow himself to take up a little bit more space. A lopsided grin appeared across his mouth. He knew that it had really been an hour since Nico had last seen him, but that didn't bother Sam. "Alright," he said. "But if there is anything you'd like to do I'd ... I'd love to. You're -" Nice to be around, but Sam didn't finish the sentence because it already felt awkward. Too many statements. Maybe he was just talking to much. "-Right! A room would be fine by me!" He hadn't been in that many and none recently. He'd like to see what was thrown at them. He too was hoping for something good which wouldn't cause Nico to close off again. Stretching his arms above his head once, Sam kept the lopsided grin before dropping his hands and turning towards the hallway. "You want to pick the door?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 31, 2019 5:40:53 GMT -5
"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?” "I mean," said Mal. "It's the only thing I can think of." He tapped his foot against the leaf strewn ground. He almost chuckled as Kelsier took him up on the offer of throwing rocks. The vampire searched around for a couple as well before pulling up a couple which had been half buried in the earth. They turned out to be bigger than Kelsier's and slightly muddy. Maladict raised both eyebrows before saying, "Ready as I'll ever be." Then he tossed one rock up in the air, caught it, and then threw it back in the direction they'd come. He wasn't perfect with his aim ... but he watched as the rock didn't quite strike the ground and then bounce away. He winced and then tossed the other, though this time it did properly hit the earth.
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Post by Sησω on Mar 31, 2019 8:25:43 GMT -5
"I'm what you call below average actually! Call me ancient but there are dragons out there that are far bigger than I even though us dragons never stop growing." Salsa twitched her muzzle. Her fur now brushed out she made no effort to avoid the soot covered floor patting the free spot beside her with her feathered tail. "What of you little one? I haven't met anyone here that resembles your breed." She had indeed met various species while residing in the house but none like Dukku. "W-wow." It was hard for Dukku to even begin to imagine anything larger than Salsa. And creatures that never stopped growing? No wonder they were huge! There was a size window for nichelings like himself, but they stopped growing after a certain amount of time. He noticed how she referred to herself by another species name - dragon. Possibly her breed went by two different names like his. "I-I'm a fox-cat, though w-we are also called n-nichelings," Dukku responded to the question, still stuttering in spots.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 31, 2019 12:55:17 GMT -5
</div>Matt shrugged back. “That’s pretty specific - we might just have this room beat.” Before he was finished speaking, the door appeared. It looked like an ordinary wooden door, with a brass knob and patterns etched into the surface for decoration. There was nothing in front of it or behind it...in fact, at least on the surface, it looked completely normal. ”So far so good,” said Matt, eyebrows raised as he wondered whether he really believed they’d gotten that lucky. “...Shall we?” Without further hesitation, he opened up the door, only to find... Darkness. The door opened to a small, flat rocky outcrop, with enough room for the two of them to stand and move around a little. All around them, except for the small bit of light provided by the open door, was complete darkness. Up, down, to the side - completely dark, making it impossible to see what was ahead. The only hint that the House hadn’t cheated was a street sign embedded in the rock. It had a long arrow pointing straight ahead into the gloom, with words printed above the arrow that read ‘Living Room’. ”Yeah, I don’t know what I was expecting...” muttered Matt, scratching his head. “‘Least we’re out of the first room, I guess?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 31, 2019 13:01:29 GMT -5
As the dragon’s expression seemed to soften, and her posture relaxed, Lovelace relaxed with her, lowering the lamp the rest of the way. The dragon seemed friendly after all... The dragon seemed friendly after all. She had really just thought that sentence out. That was the chaos her life had been reduced to - alternate dimensions, sarcastic space captains, and friendly dragons. Only slightly weirder than her regular life, come to think of it. “Uhh,” she said, still too stuck at the ‘dragons are real’ part to formulate a proper sentence. She shook her head. Push it behind you. What’s happening is happening - no point pitching a fit about whether or not it should be possible. She’d learned that a long time ago. “So, what’s your name? If...you guys have names,” she added awkwardly, correcting herself.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 31, 2019 13:50:57 GMT -5
Ononoki stared blankly as Juuzou punched the wall. She couldn't help but think that if her master tried, she would be able to break through it with a punch like that. She mentally absorbed his explanation of ghouls. The description could fit several oddities she was already aware of, but it was possible that these creatures were something other than oddities, something that was instead unique to Juuzou's world. In that case, she had no way of knowing if he was justified in hunting them. Zombies are animated corpses. Well, she wasn't about to say that she was a zombie, and it was unlikely someone with her skill of identification would out her as such, but she was paying close attention to how they might perceive her in their world. Her green eyes trained intensely on Rowlin; as expected, he wasn't about to elaborate on what exactly he was either. She had given the right answer. The intensity ebbed at his recommendation of 'recreating' a ghoul. "This wall is indestructible," she informed them passively. There was no hint of boasting in her voice, but it was true that if her power had not destroyed it, chances were no level of strength would. Her head tilted back and her eyes scanned up the wall, her arms at her sides and her hands flat. "You can try if you want, Devil Boy. But it wants us to use another way... I said with a posed look." Her distraction from the other two was eerie in that moment, as though she were listening more to something the House was saying and not them.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Mar 31, 2019 23:35:21 GMT -5
Arlo listened intently to every word. 'Not much' still counted as something and right now every little bit of information she could get was important. It was still a lot to take in, but she was trying her best to understand and not interrupt, which was not easy, especially when he informed her that the older Arlo had brought him back to life. Her eyes grew even wider and she almost said something, but she stayed quiet and kept listening, only looking away when he suggested testing her powers. Since she'd been blinking so frequently, it felt like it had been much longer than a day since she'd gained them but she still hadn't really tried to see what she could do with them. "I think I kinda know what you mean..." she said slowly as she returned her gaze to the other blinker, bright green eyes trailing over his scarred hands and badly healed arm. Hesitantly, she took one hand off the locket and started to reach toward him, only for her fingers to close around the air for a moment before going back to the locket again. She probably did need to try to use her powers, but what happened if she didn't do it right? If they were strong enough to bring the dead back to life, she didn't want to know what would happen if she messed up. Listening to stories about magic was fun, but actually having so much power at your fingertips and not knowing exactly how to make it work correctly was kind of terrifying... "I-I'm scared I'll mess up," she admitted as she looked down again. She forced herself to let go of the necklace and raised her hands slightly, palms facing each other, and tried her best to clear her mind and focus on making the energy pass between her fingers. It looked a little bit like how the older Arlo had sometimes fidgeted with wisps of energy when talking about her life or past events in the House, except that there was no energy visible. Kaito had suggested channeling her emotions, but that wasn't exactly easy when your life had just been turned upside down. Every time she tried to clear her thoughts and focus her mind was dragged back to her hiding spot at the edge of her family's camp and gunshots rang in her ears and she had to force herself not to cry again. She had to think about something else. Anything else. Arlo remained silent for a few more moments before she finally spoke again. "What was she like?" she asked quietly. The other Arlo was strange to think about, and still a bit frightening, but in a different way. "If she was the first blinker I guess you probably went in a lot of rooms with her and..." she trailed off, suddenly feeling guilty. She hadn't really thought about the fact that it might be hard for him to talk about. "I'm sorry," she murmured.
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Post by strider on Apr 1, 2019 1:31:53 GMT -5
</div>"If that was the first room, what do you think the second could be?" Nico replied, voice low. Not for the first time, he wished he had different powers. He could make this place darker, sure, but it would be nice if he could add a little bit more light. "Here goes nothing," he said to Matt, taking a deep breath and placing a foot into the darkness. It held his weight as if there were a floor, but what was disorienting was it didn't seem like there was a floor. Nico was good at seeing in the dark. However, that was only when there was enough light to be able to take advantage of. This... well, it seemed like there wasn't even the smallest hint of light. There was nothing to use to see here. Glancing back at Matt, Nico suddenly wasn't sure this was a good idea. He wanted to see where it took them, but he knew everything they had wished for in the other room had to come from somewhere. He was afraid that the darkness in front of them held things they would probably rather not know about. The things that had appeared... it was possible they had come from somewhere in the darkness. Which meant it was a force to be reckoned with. "There's something about the dark that makes you feel like you have to be quiet in it," he murmured softly, knowing that sooner or later, the door back to the genie room would close, truly plunging them into darkness. "I wonder if that's wise here, to be quiet..."
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Post by strider on Apr 1, 2019 1:38:34 GMT -5
"It's been about an hour," Nico deadpanned, but whether or not he was joking was unclear. He wasn't joking. His expression did, however, shift into a more content one as he continued. "It's nice to see you again, though, Sam," he added on, seeming much more relaxed and at home than he had when he had first blinked in. Seeing the difference it might urge one to question which was the real world for Nico - his world, or the House, where he was allowed to take a breather and be with people who didn't immediately distrust him. He seemed surprised, eyebrows raised, at what Sam had to say next. He hadn't expected the other boy to offer to do anything in return. And 'nice' had never been a word used to describe him. His posture seemed to shift to one more open, and the aura he had a tendency to cast - the one that acted more as a warning: beware of demigod - diminished until it was like he wasn't exuding it at all. "I really didn't do anything. You're more pleasant company than most people back in my world," he admitted, shaking his head. "I was happy to teach you. You really don't need to do anything in return." However... he wasn't sure if he wanted to face something dangerous, but it felt like a long time since he had last been in a room. "Unless you'd like to find a room to explore. I wouldn't mind that myself." Hopefully they would get a good one. It was amazing how a couple minutes in the House could change Nico and, in reaction, Sam. When Nico seemed to relax a little, the young vampire seemed to open up a lot more. He hadn't been hunched over, but something about the set of his shoulders became less tense and he seemed to allow himself to take up a little bit more space. A lopsided grin appeared across his mouth. He knew that it had really been an hour since Nico had last seen him, but that didn't bother Sam. "Alright," he said. "But if there is anything you'd like to do I'd ... I'd love to. You're -" Nice to be around, but Sam didn't finish the sentence because it already felt awkward. Too many statements. Maybe he was just talking to much. "-Right! A room would be fine by me!" He hadn't been in that many and none recently. He'd like to see what was thrown at them. He too was hoping for something good which wouldn't cause Nico to close off again. Stretching his arms above his head once, Sam kept the lopsided grin before dropping his hands and turning towards the hallway. "You want to pick the door?" Nico cocked his head listening to Sam, but truth be told he found the rambling rather endearing. It wasn't even really rambling, it was just the way Sam seemed to speak when he was excited about something, or had a lot to say. He could tell the other boy was worried about how it was sounding, but he hoped he didn't give any indication that he was uninterested or judgmental in the slightest. However, he didn't say anything in return. He found that sometimes a well placed expression at the right time was enough to communicate what he really didn't know how to say in words. Besides, sometimes the sound of his voice startled him. He'd spent so much time alone and in silence he forgot, sometimes, that others couldn't hear the thoughts that were loud enough to fill his head a million times over. "This one?" Nico suggested, approaching one of the doors that was nearest the entrance to the hallway. It seemed people liked to go further down the hallway now. There was still an infinite number of exciting rooms that lay just beyond a doorway near to the hallway entrance. The House seemed to like to change them. "Any feelings? Good or bad about this?" He himself had a decently good feeling... he just didn't know if Sam felt as comfortable with the door. It didn't seem to have any bad vibes or whatever else they could be called.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 1, 2019 10:53:07 GMT -5
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!” Only tell me someday when it's for you. Noah didn't know how much he needed to hear something like that until they were said. He had lived much of his life for someone else. It would be nice if he could spend his death - at least the time he had in the House - being able to act as freely as he had when he had been at his best in life. The moments where he felt free and creative and able to affect change. The House had given him that opportunity again, hadn't it? He was no longer just playing the role of being alive. Here he really could be alive. He didn't respond directly, but the thoughts rolled through his head even as he stopped in front of Rue and heard her reaction. "Well, we may not try that first go around," he laughed, heart filling as he looked at the amazement in Rue's eyes. He could recall being small himself, watching the older kids do tricks and wishing every minute that he could be out there with them, learning and falling and getting back up again for as long as it took to be able to touch the sky like the other kids could on their boards. He had learned. It had taken a long time - and a few broken bones - for him to get good, but he had managed it. He had forgotten how good it felt. "But yeah, you can learn how to do that. First you should learn how to balance on it though." He leaned down so he was holding Rue's skateboard steady. "Here, step on. You don't have to worry about starting this time around, just stay on. Remember, keep your center of balance low... bend your knees a bit once you're on." Rue laughed too, her eyes bright as she glanced down at the skateboard under her foot. The idea that she could actually learn to do that seemed impossible, completely unreachable, but when she looked st the older boy she realized he was serious. He was really willing to teach her, if she wanted to learn how. It was like stepping into the forest for the first time and realizing that the birds weren’t the only ones who could dance in the sky. It hadn’t been easy to learn how to balance on a slender limb as she reached for the fruit, or how to get back down without landing wrong and twisting her ankle, but now it was easier than walking. This was completely different, though. It was still balancing, sure, but it was faster, freer even than climbing because he didn’t depend on a tree to support him. He didn’t depend on anything but himself once he was in the air. “Okay....” She agreed as he held the board steady, and she put one foot on. So far so good. “Woahh, it’s wobbly!” She gasped as she stepped all the way on, her arms spread out on either side of her for balance. She bent her knees like he said and stood as still as she could, swaying slightly as the board shifted under her weight, but she didn’t fall. “It’s a little bit like being in a tree when it’s windy, isn’t it?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 1, 2019 11:27:28 GMT -5
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?” "I mean," said Mal. "It's the only thing I can think of." He tapped his foot against the leaf strewn ground. He almost chuckled as Kelsier took him up on the offer of throwing rocks. The vampire searched around for a couple as well before pulling up a couple which had been half buried in the earth. They turned out to be bigger than Kelsier's and slightly muddy. Maladict raised both eyebrows before saying, "Ready as I'll ever be." Then he tossed one rock up in the air, caught it, and then threw it back in the direction they'd come. He wasn't perfect with his aim ... but he watched as the rock didn't quite strike the ground and then bounce away. He winced and then tossed the other, though this time it did properly hit the earth. Kelsier glanced at his companion, eyebrows raised, as the stone failed to obey the regular laws of physics. “Well, that’s not normal.” He tossed his own rock, aiming for the center of the circle. He missed it by a few inches, and his rock hit the ground and bounced the way it should, so he readied his nest one. “If it is an animal, we’re probably making it pretty mad. Unless it’s dead. But in case it’s alive, how are you with hand-to-hand combat?” He tossed his next rock, which also hit only visible obstacles. He was almost beginning to wonder whether Maladict was pulling his leg when his third rock bounced very clearly off something he couldn’t see and rolled to the side, coming to a stop about a two feet in the wrong direction. “So how are your ears feeling?” The mistborn added, pursing his lips in a concerned sort of grimace/smile hybrid.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 1, 2019 15:50:54 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] (Ouch, Elliot.) Myrnin only watched as Elliot seemed to have a small breakdown. He tried to understand the turmoil that he must be going through, but all that happened was he started to wonder whether Elliot's species of vampires required him to breath. Myrnin couldn't even understand why this was hard on Elliot. It wasn't how he dealt with thing. He ran. He fought. He got to where he wanted whatever it took. He wasn't used to watching someone else give a little and loose a lot of freedom. His lips pressed together, unsure of what to say. There really wasn't anything. "That's your choice then," he said, unable to keep a note of sadness out of his voice. He reached into his pockets again and brought out a bandaid and another handkerchief. He held them out to Elliot. "Stop hurting yourself. This isn't life changing statements you have to beat yourself up over. This place is safe and you can doubt world views all you want here. No one will find it odd."
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Post by Sησω on Apr 1, 2019 16:32:10 GMT -5
A young adult blinked into the living room. They were wearing robes and a hat that resembled a witch's, both colored in a dark pink to orange gradient. "Oh!" the change in scenery caused them to jolt. Was this some sort of trap? Moments ago, they had been standing beside a tree in a park.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 1, 2019 17:45:42 GMT -5
It was amazing how a couple minutes in the House could change Nico and, in reaction, Sam. When Nico seemed to relax a little, the young vampire seemed to open up a lot more. He hadn't been hunched over, but something about the set of his shoulders became less tense and he seemed to allow himself to take up a little bit more space. A lopsided grin appeared across his mouth. He knew that it had really been an hour since Nico had last seen him, but that didn't bother Sam. "Alright," he said. "But if there is anything you'd like to do I'd ... I'd love to. You're -" Nice to be around, but Sam didn't finish the sentence because it already felt awkward. Too many statements. Maybe he was just talking to much. "-Right! A room would be fine by me!" He hadn't been in that many and none recently. He'd like to see what was thrown at them. He too was hoping for something good which wouldn't cause Nico to close off again. Stretching his arms above his head once, Sam kept the lopsided grin before dropping his hands and turning towards the hallway. "You want to pick the door?" Nico cocked his head listening to Sam, but truth be told he found the rambling rather endearing. It wasn't even really rambling, it was just the way Sam seemed to speak when he was excited about something, or had a lot to say. He could tell the other boy was worried about how it was sounding, but he hoped he didn't give any indication that he was uninterested or judgmental in the slightest. However, he didn't say anything in return. He found that sometimes a well placed expression at the right time was enough to communicate what he really didn't know how to say in words. Besides, sometimes the sound of his voice startled him. He'd spent so much time alone and in silence he forgot, sometimes, that others couldn't hear the thoughts that were loud enough to fill his head a million times over. "This one?" Nico suggested, approaching one of the doors that was nearest the entrance to the hallway. It seemed people liked to go further down the hallway now. There was still an infinite number of exciting rooms that lay just beyond a doorway near to the hallway entrance. The House seemed to like to change them. "Any feelings? Good or bad about this?" He himself had a decently good feeling... he just didn't know if Sam felt as comfortable with the door. It didn't seem to have any bad vibes or whatever else they could be called. "I ... I think it's okay," said Sam, looking at the door with a slight frown on his face. He didn't usually test doors for good or bad vibes, but then again, he hadn't been in the House for that long. He could count on one hand how many rooms he'd been in. Truthfully, he hadn't even run into many distasteful rooms. So he asked. "Are rooms bad a lot? Or ...?" He looked slightly concerned. Slowly he nodded at the door. "Er ... but we can try this one."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 1, 2019 18:14:28 GMT -5
Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiving tomb - I mean room! ))
“I wouldn’t have anything to worry about from you even if this was removed.” The words were neutral and cool, but the steal in the eyes of the god who blinked into the House was still very real. And then something from on top of one of the book shelves must have been triggered and randomly several rubber snakes and a couple of spiders were catapulted out into the room at large. Ducking, Loki hissed with surprise, avoiding getting hit in the eyes by a rubber spider and instead found it ricocheting off his forehead. Not only did this do little to stem the fresh wave of confusion, but it also distracted him from whatever he'd been saying before. He did not gape. That would imply that he didn't have control over his own expression. However, Loki's lips did thin and he found the knuckles of one hand stiffening as he slowly and carefully turned, expecting some other sort of rubbery attack, perhaps. "If pulling me into another Realm is considered funny to someone ..." He left the threat hanging, unnerved by the fact he was here and not in the Goldman house. His eyes fell on the young adult, the only one in the room, and his eyes narrowed. "What is the meaning of this?"
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Post by Sησω on Apr 1, 2019 18:39:06 GMT -5
As another person appeared nearby, the young adult stepped back in surprise. A small square of carpet, which he had stepped on, immediately sprung up. "Ah!" they exclaimed, falling backwards and landing on their back. They shook their head as they got to their knees, picking up a rolled up parchment and a small bottle filled with dark blue liquid which had fallen from the brown satchel slung over their shoulder. As they stood up and straightened their hat, they turned back towards the other man. They didn't know whether to assume if he was a threat, or was confused like themself. "I was in the middle of a break from my adventures when suddenly I am summoned here. Do you know where we are?" they asked, ignoring his question.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 1, 2019 18:58:19 GMT -5
Since that had been the exact question that Loki had just asked he found it useless to answer. He sniffed, looking around, but not gaining any further insight about where he was. "No," he said after a second, the one-word answer to the 'adventurers' question. He tried, for a second, to create a portal back to where he'd left. But nothing happened. Or it did for about a second before a tickle at the back of Loki's nose turned into a sneeze and then he couldn't seem to stop. What was this place? After about six sneezes, he finally stopped, even though a tickle persisted. Another prank? There seemed to be a lot. Appearing itself was one, perhaps. Loki didn't find it particularly humorous. There was only one door in the room. He had little doubt that, if the culprit lay behind it, that it wouldn't be an easy door to open.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 1, 2019 19:06:29 GMT -5
Matt squinted into the darkness, a futile endeavor since the void seemed to swallow any light that made it through the doorway instantly. He glanced at Nico, noticing for the first time that the boy seemed a little jittery. Maybe he was afraid of the dark? “Yeah, I guess it is kinda creepy,” he admitted with a light shrug, wanting to ease his companion’s nerves. “Mmm...let’s see...I wish for a flashlight...one that works, please.” Several seconds passed. Nothing happened. “Huh...” he muttered, raising his eyebrows. “Guess that room’s over?”
No sooner had he finished his sentence than the door closed behind them with a loud SNAP, and they were plunged into complete, impenetrable darkness.
“Woah, okay...” said Matt, slightly startled by the event that Nico had predicted only a few moments before. “Hey, Nico - you still here?” he added uncertainly, groping around in the dark to feel for the boy. They should stick together now, for sure. It was a really vulnerable feeling, being totally blind in the House. He could see what Nico meant now, about the dark making you want to stay quiet.
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Post by Sησω on Apr 1, 2019 19:22:52 GMT -5
The adventurer still wasn't sure if they wanted to trust Loki's answer or not. They were beginning to scan the room when they hard him start to sneeze. "Bless you," they stated, briefly turning around to deliver the message. Continuing their scan, the adventurer took in their surroundings. The only exit was on the opposite side of the room. If the rest of the floor was anything like what they had already walked on, they'd probably fall at least 15 times before even getting close. Maybe they could teleport themself over? The mostly only used magic on quests, but this was sort of becoming one. An unassigned, unexpected quest. They pulled what looked like a maraca out of their satchel and then raised it. They exclaimed the words, "Oalksdj rnzem!" However, instead of teleporting to the door, they were found facing the back wall, so close to it that the brim of their hat was almost touching it. Turning around, they exhaled a sigh. "Even magic's messed up here," the adventurer mumbled.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 1, 2019 20:19:14 GMT -5
(Sorry. Disappeared for dinner.)
Loki'd noticed the magic was messed up. He didn't make a comment on it however. The words the adventurer had exclaimed sounded like jibberish to him, but at least it seemed something had actually happened. Someone being able to stop him magic, coop him up in a room, made Loki's skin crawl. Fine ... he'd play the game. Carefully, he picked his way around a couch. But even with his careful steps, he hadn't been expecting a square of carpet - perfectly innocent - to move. Marbles. The god ended up crashing into something. The something was not a wall, but the young adult.
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 1, 2019 20:50:42 GMT -5
A familiar face (and accompanying brown ponytail) appeared in the House next to the bookshelves- quite fittingly as the person tilted their head to the side and squinted, looking at tiny scribbled print in what appeared to be a very old book. Myrnin, for it was Myrnin, looked up, closing the old tome and plopping it on the bookshelf with a casualness that would have given a museum curator a heart attack. The vampire was dressed in a frock coat that was probably literally from the 1800s, which covered a much more flamboyant outfit like the drab wings of a moth folded over colorful designs underneath- a 70s style striped shirt in pink, blue, and mint green stripes and jean bell bottoms. Myrnin looked up at the chaos, saying, "Ah. Never a dull moment in the House- although, this wouldn't happen to be the living room, would it?" He addressed the general crowd as the Living Room gave off very room-roomy vibes.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 1, 2019 21:25:04 GMT -5
Ougi blinked into the living room on her bicycle, but it vanished from within her grasp and she immediately clutched her fingers together tightly as she barreled forward. With how graceful the student was, she could have saved herself from faceplanting on the floor, but the Paradox House had something else in mind. Her face collided with transparent plastic wrapping that had somehow been used as a booby trap. "Oh!" It was a muffled exclamation. The rest of her body launched forward as her face was caught, and she flipped around and landed on her back. The plastic fluttered to the ground. "Ow..." The student sat up jauntily and rubbed her shoulder, glancing around with a sobered look. That wasn't a way to welcome a guest...
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Apr 2, 2019 20:01:06 GMT -5
( hi everyone! ooh, prank room?)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 2, 2019 21:31:57 GMT -5
Hey guys!)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 2, 2019 22:06:04 GMT -5
(Correction. Living room turned prank room.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 2, 2019 22:15:13 GMT -5
Ougi blinked into the living room on her bicycle, but it vanished from within her grasp and she immediately clutched her fingers together tightly as she barreled forward. With how graceful the student was, she could have saved herself from faceplanting on the floor, but the Paradox House had something else in mind. Her face collided with transparent plastic wrapping that had somehow been used as a booby trap. "Oh!" It was a muffled exclamation. The rest of her body launched forward as her face was caught, and she flipped around and landed on her back. The plastic fluttered to the ground. "Ow..." The student sat up jauntily and rubbed her shoulder, glancing around with a sobered look. That wasn't a way to welcome a guest... (Late! Very sorry. ) Rachel blinked in and honestly didn't find it very fun. As first blinks went, finding yourself with your elbow in peanut butter while you sat on a couch which proved to be coated in the stuff was probably somewhere on the least favorite list. Rachel groaned, for a second thinking some sticky-fingered kid had messed up the seat on the train ... only to notice a very short second later that everything else was distinctly untrain-like. Slowly, she got to her feet, eyes wide, and turned in a small circle, still absentmindedly trying to clean her hand. "What is all this?"
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