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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 13, 2019 19:18:56 GMT -5
Ougi cast a glance over her shoulder. She gave Rachel a dubious look, but nothing more. It was clear she noticed something odd, but whether or not that gave Rachel the confirmation she needed, it was up to the other blinker. She conceded with a frown to Enjolras's refusal, lowering the razor. Her ominous vibe didn't mitigate the threat of her passive-aggressiveness, that was for sure. He would be sorry he didn't take the easy route. "I'll just have to show you that I can do it," she decided, turning back to Rachel and pointing at one of the swiveling seats nearby. She was gesturing for the newcomer to get in the chair, so that she could demonstrate her shaving abilities. She had already become aware that she wasn't afraid of a high school student with a razor. In another moment of splitting hairs--no pun intended--the student had been shaving her own face for years. "In the meantime," she added, keeping her eyes turned away from him and toward Rachel while she spoke to him, "I wonder if you can come up with any more ways to get out of here."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 13, 2019 19:28:50 GMT -5
Sherlock’s eyes flashed as he quickly counted the fingers. Being in the House, he knew better than to assume the number would be ten, but this time he needn’t have been so thorough, the boy had the regular human number of fingers. “Well well, you’re getting to be a seasoned blinkee, aren’t you?” The detective ran a hand through his black curls. He could tell his clothes were unfamiliar to Amico, and he could guess why well enough, it was obvious the smaller blinker wasn’t from anywhere very high-end. Pat the question his mouth twitched into a smirk, and he took a step forward, his eyes bright and focused almost as though he could shoot lightening from them if he chose to. “Oh, no.” He answered softly. “I can do better than that. You see, I can tell a person’s whole life from the shoes they wear- or, in your case, don’t.” He tilted his head slightly. Maybe if he knew who he was talking to he wouldn’t be showing off, or maybe he would, it was hard to say. But he was thoroughly enjoying himself. “For example, why are people so cruel to you?” "Wouldn't say that," murmured Myrnin, looking slightly abashed. He wasn't a seasoned blinker. That would mean all of this made sense, wouldn't it? And he was no where near that sort of understanding. Sherlock was just slightly unnerving as he came forward and looked far too much like an avenging god. His eyes were too interested and he seemed to sure of himself. Myrnin was nowhere near close to that much confidence and he took a step back, looking up. "W-what?" Could Sherlock really do that? Myrnin wasn't sure such a thing was possible and it frightened him that Sherlock might know exactly what Myrnin was - the cursed child, fated to go mad like his father, the clock counting down to a fate he couldn't escape. "How ... how?" he sort of questioned, wondering how Sherlock had guessed such things. Myrnin's shoulders hunched and he looked down at his bare toes. "I-if you know that then you know why already. It's obvious." Or everyone made it seem like it was obvious, like Myrnin could clearly be seen as other. Sherlock stopped advancing and smiled. He didn’t really intend for it to be such an intimidating expression this time, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t one. “Oh, yes.” He nodded, his shockingly blue eyes unblinking as they seemed to look into Myrnin rather than at him, reading his face like a book. Almost. There was still something so tantalizingly familiar about the boy, and yet even though his fingers could just brush the edge he couldn’t grasp it. “Yes.” He said again, softer this time. “It is. You didn’t do a thing, did you? They hate you, and you didn’t do a thing at all.” he could tell, from the way the boy was uncared for, the way he hunched and flinched like anyone who noticed him would at best twitch away with their faces twisted in disgust. At worst.... ”Well, that’s ridiculous. If I decide to hate you I'll do it on my own, thanks.” He added abruptly, and extended his gloved hand again. “Now, let’s try this again, shall we? You’re supposed to take my hand and shake it. It’s how people say hello in my world.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 13, 2019 19:37:16 GMT -5
“Yeah, good point.” Kelsier glanced back down at the empty space, wishing his tin could let him see what was there. “It might not actually be here anymore.” He added after a moment. “We don’t know how quietly it can move, and we were throwing rocks at it.” the mistborn let out his breath through his teeth, his arms swinging at his sides as the nature of the situation began to seriously wear on his patience. And how much more dangerous would touching it be if they didn’t know what it was, anyway? It might bite his hand off, sure, but would leaving it alone actually be safer? It could just attack anyway if it wanted to, and at least they knew where it was right now. Wait a minute. “Do you see any fruit around here?” The newer blinker half turned to look at Maladict, then around the green plants, scanning them for reds and blues and purples that might mean fruit. Or flowers. He had to hesitate for a moment as his hazel gaze landed on one, he still couldn’t believe he was seeing it, growing and alive. "No," said Maladict without looking around. "These aren't fruit baring trees." He didn't bother waiting any more. He took several steps forward, past Kelsier, and leaved down. For a small second, his hand hovered over the place where he'd seen the rock bounce, and then he bridged the distance and ... felt the tips of his fingers lightly brush fur. He jerked back, expecting movement, then when he wasn't mauled by anything in a couple of seconds he leaned back over and started running his hand over the invisible creature. He looked up at Kelsier than back down again. "It is an animal." He could feel a set of ribs under his hand. "I'm not sure if it's alive or not." (Dead or just knocked out?) (Ooh what if they’re knocked out, and you have to find a way to wake them up?) Kelsier watched, hawklike, as Maladict decided to make the first move. He half expected the vampire to lose his whole arm just like that, and he tensed, ready to intervene as best he could if things went wrong, but.... Nothing happened. He couldn’t help feeling a little bit sheepish about his extreme caution as Maladict started petting the thing. “Let me try.” He said, and reached down until the tips of his fingers brushed course, clean fur. He couldn’t tell if it was alive, but he could feel hard muscle beneath the fur. ”You don’t think we killed it with our rocks, do you?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 19:42:28 GMT -5
"Now how did your world ever settle on that as the explanation?" Hector asked, quirking an eyebrow in humor and as an invitation for Maladict to continue spinning as wild of a story as he could; Hector was curious as to where this would go. "Ah." Hector nodded once at Maladict's clipped tone as he spoke of his family. It was something that he didn't seem eager to speak about, and Hector was content to leave it at that. In his own world, knowing someone's family was important to him but seeing as how he wouldn't know the other world's families anyways it was something he could live with. But Maladict's mention of his age surprised Hector- the man looked like an adult, not wizened with age or white-haired. An immortal of some sort, Hector wondered. "You do not look much older than me." He said- his tone wasn't accusatory or contradictory- it was more his way of alluding to an explanation without having to outright ask. Maladict crossed his hands in front of his chin and allowed himself to smile. "The gods of course. Or I assume so. I haven't actually met them. They aren't my gods, you see. Borogravia considers them heathen, so I suppose they are. Nuggan is Borogravia's state god. Like ... there are other gods, but they aren't our gods. I've been to close to the Hub once. Well, closer to it than Borogravia, but I've still never gotten close enough to see the city of the gods." This part wasn't made up. It was as real to the people of Discworld as the planet they stood on. You could see the mountain which, at its peak, had the gods. "Unsurprising, really," said Maladict. "We don't really age." His lips came together in a thin smile. "That's hard to explain, if don't you know what a vampire is. Or even if you do. I age very slowly, but will eventually stop altogether. Roughly when I am about as old looking as your father, perhaps. When I say slowly, I mean very slowly. You don't seem disturbed by the suggestion, however. Would I be incorrect in assuming that your world has immortal beings?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 13, 2019 19:50:26 GMT -5
L blinked into the beard room crouched we though he’d been sitting, his knees folded up to his chest and a cup of warm milk clutched in his pale hands. He noticed his blink immediately, but he didn’t react at first, merely taking a sip of his drink and considering the spinning chair that was now inches from his face. “Hello.” He said at last, apparently addressing the chair. He stood up slowly, wincing as his muscles protested the movement, and looked around the room. There were a lot of people in this one. And they all had beards, which probably meant he did to. Yep, sure enough, as he reached up slowly to touch his chin his found long, tangled black hair instead. Some of these people didn’t look like they knew where they were, but there was so much commotion he wasn’t sure he really wanted to approach anyone right away, so he contented himself with approaching a large mirror and staring at his reflection. “I look horrible.” He whispered finally, looping his long fingers through a knot in his beard. “And this thing is itchy. Is anyone else’s beard itchy?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 19:55:49 GMT -5
Rachel looked over at Ougi, arched her eyebrow, and thought, If she ends up cutting my throat then I'll make it my personal business to haunt her. She stepped over to the chair, flopping into it, and looking for all the world like she didn't care what was going to happen. And then about two dozen more people blinked in. "This is worse than the train stations," muttered Rachel, feeling like this place was getting crowded. "Is there always so many people?" And would she have to remember them all?
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 13, 2019 20:17:37 GMT -5
Ougi didn't seem to mind the sudden influx of people, but she did give them a glimpse. She hadn't interacted with them much before, but they were familiar. Her focus was instead on Rachel's beard, which she got to trimming right away. She was surprisingly quick and sturdy with it, moving around her customer and leaning in close as she worked. Once it was trimmed down, she changed the blade and reached for the shaving cream. "Not always... But most of the time." Giving a straight answer for once, Ougi patted Rachel's face with shaving cream and got back to work. She gave Rachel a goatee first just for funsies. As if she really could read minds, she pointed accusingly at Rex when he so much as thought about needing to shave his beard. "Are you next?"
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Apr 13, 2019 20:32:14 GMT -5
Before he could begin his hunt in earnest, Rex caught sight of Will. Surprised flashed through him, both at the sight of the boy and, well. The beard. He hadn't seen Will since he had tried to kill Hook. It had been awhile, but Will didn't seem upset. If anything, he looked like he was mocking General Kenobi, which did make Rex laugh. "Hey kid," he said warmly, walking over to ruffle Will's hair. "Or should I say man now?"
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 13, 2019 20:48:34 GMT -5
“Hi!” Will replied cheerfully, making a face at the way Rex ruffled his hair, but in reality he didn’t mind. It was sort of nice, really. He flashed a grin at the man. “Nice beard, old man,” he teased, unusually familiar. He seemed a bit more confident now than he normally did, especially given his circumstances at home. It hadn’t been that long on his end since he’d seen Rex, but he was definitely a welcome sight.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Apr 13, 2019 21:53:51 GMT -5
Rex made a scoffing sound. "Of course not, you're little," he said. Kid probably wouldn't be shaving for a few more years at least. Well, in the normal world. The House, of course, was always up in the air. "Well," he said, stepping toward a counter that held razors. He picked one up, offering it to Will. "First rule: be careful. They're sharp and it's easy to accidentally cut yourself, okay?" he said, taking one for himself. They were a little different than what he was used to, but he figured it worked the same way. Now to see if he could even shave this beast of a beard off.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 13, 2019 22:04:23 GMT -5
"Hey! I'm twelve!" Will replied indignantly, as though that made any difference. He knew people who shaved, at least he thought he did. Unless they were lying, which was technically a distinct possibility. He shook the thought off and took the razor from Rex. He stared at it uncertainly for a minute until he heard Rex's advice. It made sense, of course, but it was still a bit daunting to hear out loud. But it was nice to know that Rex was concerned for his safety. "Thanks, dad," he said on reflex. After all, it was supposed to be his dad teaching him this, though he didn't notice what he said wrong.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Apr 13, 2019 22:33:34 GMT -5
"Never mind then you're ancient," Rex teased. As he reached for the shaving cream, he distinctly heard Will say 'thanks dad'. He blinked a little, his first thought being thank the gods Cody wasn't here or he would never let him live it down. His second thought was that he was nowhere near fit to be a father and had had shaky at best relations with Will up until this point, so how bad exactly was his situation at home that he was attaching that label to him? Seeing how deep that pit of thinking went, Rex decided to avoid the can of worms until later, and continued as though he too hadn't noticed anything. "Right, so this is the shaving cream. It'll help the razor take the beard off." He held the can out, waiting for Will to offer a hand so he could squirt some in.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 22:38:29 GMT -5
This was beyond weird. But Rachel didn't squirm or seem to show any sense that this was unusual. Instead she simply acknowledged what Ougi had said with a "Hum". From there she listened in on the other conversations going on in other parts of the room. It didn't seem like a good idea to talk with someone holding a blade near her face. She was listening to Rex and Will for the most part. Silently, she wondered if they really were father and son. They seemed to have that sort of ease with each other that she might expect. Ougi seemed to know most everyone here at any rate, but she didn't intend to ask.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 22:49:45 GMT -5
"No," said Maladict without looking around. "These aren't fruit baring trees." He didn't bother waiting any more. He took several steps forward, past Kelsier, and leaved down. For a small second, his hand hovered over the place where he'd seen the rock bounce, and then he bridged the distance and ... felt the tips of his fingers lightly brush fur. He jerked back, expecting movement, then when he wasn't mauled by anything in a couple of seconds he leaned back over and started running his hand over the invisible creature. He looked up at Kelsier than back down again. "It is an animal." He could feel a set of ribs under his hand. "I'm not sure if it's alive or not." (Dead or just knocked out?) (Ooh what if they’re knocked out, and you have to find a way to wake them up?) Kelsier watched, hawklike, as Maladict decided to make the first move. He half expected the vampire to lose his whole arm just like that, and he tensed, ready to intervene as best he could if things went wrong, but.... Nothing happened. He couldn’t help feeling a little bit sheepish about his extreme caution as Maladict started petting the thing. “Let me try.” He said, and reached down until the tips of his fingers brushed course, clean fur. He couldn’t tell if it was alive, but he could feel hard muscle beneath the fur. ”You don’t think we killed it with our rocks, do you?” (Good plan! >:-) ) "No," answered Maladict. "For starters because you stepped on it before we started throwing rocks at it." His hand moved along the side of the beast. He couldn't be completely sure, but he thought it was a wolf. He shivered just a little. "It's still invisible. Do you think there are any more of them?" He looked around, trying to see if there were any more signs of the creatures. He could tell if any of the grass, leaves, or the like was different than it should have been however. "What are you thinking?" he asked Kelsier. "I've never exactly run into invisible wolves before." Under his hand, however, he could hear and feel the faint flutter of a heartbeat.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 13, 2019 22:51:09 GMT -5
Enjolras gave Rachel a concerned look and started to say, "You don't have to let her if you don't want-" but Ougi had already gone for her face as soon as she flopped down. Rachel seemed rather lackadaisical about this entire event, especially considering that it was her first blink. As a couple of people blinked in, Enjolras recognized some but was unsure of at least one- the ratty looking man who almost reminded him of Aizawa for a moment. He nodded a greeting to Rex.
As Ougi went to work on Rachel's beard and Rachel asked about all the new blinkers, Enjolras turned his attention back to the pair he'd been conversing with and answered, "No, sometimes it's rather quiet. It just depends on the House, really."
If he was being honest, Ougi wasn't doing a terrible job. He was glad for Rachel's sake that she hadn't accidentally cut her throat yet. However, he was still quite unwilling to let the other blinker near his face. He briefly considered excusing himself from the conversation and joining one of the other little groups that had formed, but they seemed to be doing their own thing. Damn, social convention.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 13, 2019 23:01:07 GMT -5
Ougi finished off the shave, removing the goatee and wiping down Rachel's face. She looked proud of her work, stepping away and rolling her shoulders back with her hands on her hips. Rachel was a good victim for her shenanigans; in a way, it was just her reaction to the student's madness that turned her into not being a victim. Enjolras on the other hand was having a completely different reaction, and was therefore at the mercy of her wrath. Still, there wasn't anything malicious to her beard-cutting request. She quite earnestly just wanted to get rid of it. "You'll regret it if you don't let me do it," she warned, waving around the electric razor. "It's not like you're helping us get out of here." She tacked on that last part as if he hadn't already noticed. She was well aware that he was trying to get out of this by interjecting into some other blinkers' business.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 13, 2019 23:34:07 GMT -5
Will hesitated for a minute before holding out his hand and accepting a dollop of shaving cream. "It feels funny," he said, making a face at the strange substance before rubbing it on his face. He hated it, but he supposed it was better than the beard. Nevertheless, he was scared for the next step, especially as he picked up the razor. It seemed sharp, and though he'd seen his brother do it before, it didn't really seem all that safe. "I always thought my brother'd be teaching me how to do this," he said offhandedly. Before daring to put the razor to his skin, he looked at Rex. "How exactly does the shaving cream help? It just seems kinda messy..."
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 14, 2019 0:16:07 GMT -5
Ougi gave a disgruntled expression and changed the blade on the razor again, turning to the mirror and giving herself a trim rather quickly. She left it on the counter and strolled up to Enjolras, watching him carefully. She guessed that this wouldn't be the way to get out of the room, and his agreement as a blinker even more experienced than herself seemed to confirm it. Still, she was just grateful that his beard would be going away. She hardly knew him, but he just objectively looked better without it it seemed. The student hopped up to sit on the counter, her legs dangling off of it and her arms crossing dejectedly. Even though she had done such a good job with Rachel, it seemed she was out of luck. "Even if we don't search, the solution will just become more obvious for our sake. After all, it does respond to us." By 'it' she meant the Paradox House, and the deduction was a bit of a test to see if he would say something against it. She was confident that this place was an oddity, or at least a center for a high amount of spiritual energy. She knew from Oshino that these places could reach extreme states.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Apr 14, 2019 0:31:53 GMT -5
Pulling her eyebrows together, she pondered how to explain the difference between a cat and a dog. Humming deeply, she took the stick and began looking it over while thinking. "A cat... is sort of like a dog, but they have a shorter snout, and sometimes a longer tail, annd.. the ears are different, so are their personalities. Cats are a little bit shyer than wolves, I think," she told him quietly. Reaching back, she slipped her hand around to the back of her neck under her thick hair, fiddling around for a moment then producing a small band of fabric. Not really very special, but now that she moved it a larger portion of her hair was showing. "I think I can help her a little bit. I don't know any magic, but I can make sure she feels better." With delicate movements, she tied the wrap firmly around the break in the stick, careful to make sure it fit itself properly. It was a flimsy fix, but it worked out alright. Even matched the little skirt she had. "There! All bet-'" Her attention snapped over to the child, her eyebrows shooting up and her eyes narrowing in shock. Myrnin? Looking over him again, she supposed that, maybe... But he wasn't vampiric at all? Clearing her throat, she quickly settled herself again into a smile. "Its nice to meet you. I really like your name. Both of them. Mines Shade." Peering over his head, she noticed all the new arrivals in the room and smiled at a few familiar faces, breathing out a soft sigh through her nose as she found comfort in not feeling totally alien.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 14, 2019 0:33:10 GMT -5
Enjolras combed through the drawer, finding a couple combs (heh), some shaving cream, and other standard barbershop items, but no razor. Please House, don't let Ougi have the only available one. It would be just the sort of stunt that the House would find amusing, too.
"Hmm." Enjolras hummed vague agreement at Ougi's statement on the House responding. Even after all this time in the House, there was still a lot that he didn't understand about how it functioned. And he knew that some people had wildly different ideas about how the House worked. There was no way to tell who was correct, not really. "I suppose, in a way, it does. And it seems to enjoy getting us to do the tasks or activity it's set out for us." Perhaps if they got into a discussion about how the House worked it would buy him time to find a razor. He pulled open another drawer, finding only a couple pairs of scissors. Come on, House.
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Post by Auransky on Apr 14, 2019 0:38:59 GMT -5
Rowlin raised a brow,with a visible confusing expression. "Defensive, am I?" He couldn't help but think about it. He couldn't help but suddenly lean forward with a new found interest towards the concept of Karma. "Yes, I am aware of it. Actions driven by intention, something often associated with Buddhism." He added in between her striking comment. "The way you put it, makes it sound like Karma is violent." He blinked a few times. "Karma is often associated with patience. To those who wait, they receive. Speed towards your desires, and you might accidentally destroy the foundation you have been continuously building. At least that is one of many ways to perceive Karma." She finally pressed on with the discussion, addressing herself as being in the 'business of oddities.' His green eyes illuminated in interest. "Oddities, ya don't say?" He couldn't help but smile. "Oddities that help people?" He nodded now slowly, "That is something I can get behind for sure. Anyone that aims to help, is surely a welcoming addition." He fell silent now, appreciating her comment of assisting him, should it be possible. He raised a hand, palm open facing upwards. A snowball manifested in his hand. "Maybe I was a little too defensive." He re-evaluated the girl's initial comment. He also took a mental note on Ononoki defining herself, At least she technically informed him of herself. "Okay." He briefly closed his eyes. "I appreciate your concern, and I feel like you will receive the answers you seek in due time. I'm positive that when these answers come, you will be most intrigued." He assured her. "For now, I ask that you remain patient and when the time comes that you understand my rather questionable reasons." He blew the snowball towards Ononoki, the snowball broke apart into tiny crystal fragments similar to fresh falling snow.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 14, 2019 0:48:58 GMT -5
“Then what this place is giving us is repetition. It designs for us an entirely new way of thinking. Maybe that’s the way it thinks.” Ougi watched Enjolras closely still. Initially, she had been watching to take mental notes. Who knows, maybe she would still need this skill later in life. But now, she was watching intently because she realized that he was scrounging for a vital tool in this process. Her arms uncrossed, ready to spring into action, and she pulled her razor out from behind her back. Wait—behind her back? She had left it on the counter opposite them. But now it was in her hand. Well, maybe she actually had taken it with her. “...Looking for this?” she asked, taking her sweet time with the question. The way she held it said that she wasn’t about to let just anybody wield it. Besides, it’s no fun to give something up when you are the one in control. “I guess you could just use those scissors if you try really hard,” ahe sighed facetiously.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 14, 2019 1:10:14 GMT -5
Ononoki drew her chin down slightly, not daring to reiterate that he was indeed defensive. She absorbed his definition of karma silently and pitted it against her own, which she likely developed from Kagenui’s point of view. “You assume a lot, Row,” she said when he addressed her line of work. Again, her interpretation was a much more violent one. “I destroy oddities. Even though I am an oddity myself, I’m used to eradicate them when they obstruct other lives.” Her expression was placid even with words like ‘eradicate’. Her arms swayed and bent while she walked, calm and collected. Even if her little orange hat didn’t seem to magically stay on her head at all times, one might think she was actually balancing it with how smoothly she walked. She stared ahead even when he spoke, but her eyes did travel when the snowball was disintegrated. The particles flowed across her face and through her hair, as if she had her own private wind current that made her look flawless all the time. Not so needless to say, she enjoyed the gesture. She simply had no way of showing it, especially to someone who did not yet know her well enough to notice her slightest movements. “Because you misunderstood, you may have already told me more than you wanted. But don’t worry. I don’t want to kill you.” For Ononoki, that could practically translate to ‘I like you’. “You are in harmony with the energy around you. Maybe when you have that kind of harmony within yourself too, you will be more welcoming.” It was starting to sound like she was just bashing him now, even though that was not the intention. “But I won’t stop asking. I did tell them that one time that you are a vampire, but I could have said more.” The murmur was faintly ominous, and she turned her head to look at him. In a way, that was even more unnerving because it displayed her skills of walking confidently and smoothly without at all seeing where she was going.
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