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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 14, 2019 1:18:36 GMT -5
Ougi’s gaze traveled upward in thought, something it rarely did. She could usually think just fine while staring into your soul at the same time. “It doesn’t need to be predictable. It develops a system of thought just by creating so many instances.” When he reached for the drawer, she courteously removed herself from the counter, hopping down and holding her razor up as she got ready to spring into action. But apparently, that wouldn’t be necessary. There was another razor in that particular drawer. Ougi’s excitement dwindled when she saw it, and her shoulders even hung a little. “Ah, oh well...”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 14, 2019 1:18:54 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. Myrnin took the stick-doll back from the wolf-chair (which was just called Shade, but when a name stuck ...). He looked at the band of fabric with reverence, stroking it with his thumb the same way he had Shade's ears. He'd never been given something so brightly colored. "A-are you sure?" he asked looking up at Shade. He was hesitant. He'd probably just be accused of stealing it when he got back home, but for now it was his. But when he looked up he caught Shade's look and he couldn't stop his head from tilting in confusion. He whipped some of the stray tears from the side of his face. "I'm sorry," he said again. "You know who I am, don't you?" His whole expression fell and he looked down at his hands. "It's okay if you don't wanna talk to me now. I'll understand." But then Shade something else and his head rose again in surprise. "Really? You're sure?" He lunged forward, nearly crushing his stick-doll while he was at it, and hugged Shade, pressing his nose into her collarbone. He seemed very, very happy all of a sudden, a grin that was very Myrnin stretching over his lips. "Your nice!" It sounded like he was surprised by this. "How do you know me and are still nice?"
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Apr 14, 2019 1:42:37 GMT -5
Glancing briefly at the little ribbon of cloth, she nodded and smiled at him. "I'm very sure. I wouldn't want anyone else to have it!" It was then her heart sank along with the mood, absolutely appalled she had allowed herself to influence such a drop, and determined to mend her error. As soon as the opportunity arose, she quickly wrapped her arms around him and held him snug, gently rubbing his back meanwhile. "Because you're one of my very best friends, dear Myrnin," she said quietly, sure to respect his privacy and keep any utterance of his name soft and never loud.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 14, 2019 3:17:14 GMT -5
Glancing briefly at the little ribbon of cloth, she nodded and smiled at him. "I'm very sure. I wouldn't want anyone else to have it!" It was then her heart sank along with the mood, absolutely appalled she had allowed herself to influence such a drop, and determined to mend her error. As soon as the opportunity arose, she quickly wrapped her arms around him and held him snug, gently rubbing his back meanwhile. "Because you're one of my very best friends, dear Myrnin," she said quietly, sure to respect his privacy and keep any utterance of his name soft and never loud. "I am?" squeaked Myrnin into her shoulder, surprised. The way he leaned into the hug was awkward, and he felt a bit like squirming, but he was too happy to have another friend worry about that. He felt something jab at one of his ribs painfully and pulled away enough to see it was the stick-doll. He tugged it back to safety in the crook of his arm and returned his attention to Shade. "What do friends do?" he suddenly asked.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 14, 2019 3:26:45 GMT -5
"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.” The sudden change in tone surprised Myrnin. He hadn't expected Sherlock to extend his hand like that and ask to be said hello to. Myrnin looked at it with hesitation again, though not this time because he thought something bad was going to happen but instead because he didn't know why Sherlock was the way he was. But the boy finally reach out and shook Sherlock's hand. Instead of up and down it was side to side and he didn't let go as someone else might but instead continued moving the hand around. "How long do I need to say hello?" he asked Sherlock. Part of him wanted to deny what Sherlock had said about him doing nothing. Of course he'd done something! He acted weird, he either felt really happy or sad or wanted to be left alone for hours on end or was hanging off people at another time, unable to find comfort. That wasn't something Myrnin had actually noticed happening and consciously recognized. But he knew other kids seemed to function in some situations and he just couldn't. So that had to be something wrong with him, right? It was odd that Sherlock looked at him and just seemed to see a puzzle instead of a burden.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 14, 2019 15:25:16 GMT -5
striderThe journey through the woods was hard without shoes. But Myrnin was used to it. He kept a careful eye out for thorns under feet and made up a story in his head as he went. He had to slow at one point as he listened to some creature dart away from his progress. He started moving again, but his foot caught on a root which was hidden by the leaves and he plunged forward ... and caught himself on the living room floor. The small boy blinked, surprised and rolled over. He sat up and looked at his ankle, unsure. His feet was still bare and his clothing ratty, but he didn't exactly know that this mattered. His ankle looked okay though. He wasn't motivated to stand and instead just sprawled across the carpet. He wondered absently why there was cloth over the floor ...
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 14, 2019 15:52:31 GMT -5
(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. It felt like some sort of canine to Kelsier, but it was hard to tell just by touching it. “Could be.” He answered Maladict, and followed his gaze around the rest of the clearing, then down to the ground under his hand. It did look a little bit flattened, but it would be hard to say whether an indent was caused by an invisible wolf or their own footprints. “I’m thinking we should figure out how many of these things there are before we do anything else with them.” The mistborn straightened up and too a step backwards, surveying the space and trying to estimate how long it would take to search inch by inch. “If we split up and each take half, we should be able to cover this space pretty quick.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 14, 2019 16:08:41 GMT -5
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.” The sudden change in tone surprised Myrnin. He hadn't expected Sherlock to extend his hand like that and ask to be said hello to. Myrnin looked at it with hesitation again, though not this time because he thought something bad was going to happen but instead because he didn't know why Sherlock was the way he was. But the boy finally reach out and shook Sherlock's hand. Instead of up and down it was side to side and he didn't let go as someone else might but instead continued moving the hand around. "How long do I need to say hello?" he asked Sherlock. Part of him wanted to deny what Sherlock had said about him doing nothing. Of course he'd done something! He acted weird, he either felt really happy or sad or wanted to be left alone for hours on end or was hanging off people at another time, unable to find comfort. That wasn't something Myrnin had actually noticed happening and consciously recognized. But he knew other kids seemed to function in some situations and he just couldn't. So that had to be something wrong with him, right? It was odd that Sherlock looked at him and just seemed to see a puzzle instead of a burden. Sherlock waited patiently as the boy decided whether to take his hand or not. He smiled as Amico finally extended his own smaller hand and placed it in the detective’s, his childish face serious and hesitant. And then it happened. Sherlock’s bright blue eyes met Myrnin’s bright green ones and his hand wrapped around the smaller fingers as recognition struck him like a bolt of lightening and he knew why this child was so familiar. And then horror replaced the excitement of his discovery, and he didn’t even notice that he was still moving his hand back and forth, staring at those green green eyes as his mind spun, ripping apart this new knowledge to see what was inside. What had happened to Myrnin? Every time someone came back as a child...every time he could think of, Arlo, he’d heard about Shilo.... The small voice managed to break through his whirling thoughts and he let go of the hand, forcing his small, slightly alarming smile back onto his face. “That’ll do just fine, I think. So you’ve been here close to ten times? Been in any interesting rooms yet?”
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Apr 14, 2019 21:14:05 GMT -5
( //pokes head in// hello!)
Danny stepped into a different place entirely, but by this point, he was almost expecting it. It had been nearly a month since his last visit and he had begun to fear he was about to experience another years-long gap like he had as a teenager. Voices familiar and unfamiliar spoke up nearby and he turned to see who was with him in this... barbershop? He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and leaned back a bit to get a full look. On his face was a full mustache and a long black beard, reminiscent of a lumberjack.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me."
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 14, 2019 22:49:56 GMT -5
(Hey guys! I'm a bit poofy but I'll go ahead and blink these two in and see what happens~ (I'll probably end up blinking one of them out in a little bit but this way they'll realize that they're both blinking) [[Beard Room || Mini Arlo and Mini Vyra || @ anyone ]] "-was a bit like this," murmured Arlo as she appeared on the floor of the room, tapping on a drawing in her notebook, which Vyra was currently holding "You've never been-" she stopped suddenly as she looked up from the book and realized that she was sitting in a barbershop. What was even more surprising was that Vyra was still sitting beside her, looking at the boat Arlo had sketched.... and she now had a beard. Arlo reached up to touch her face and discovered that she had one as well. "Vyra," Arlo said slowly, "Uh...You might want to look up."When Vyra finally looked up from the book, her eyes grew wide in surprise. You come here too! she signed excitedly then paused as she looked at the other girl. You... have a beard. "So do you- it must be the room," Arlo replied, looking around to see if anyone else she knew was there.
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Post by strider on Apr 14, 2019 23:48:00 GMT -5
strider The journey through the woods was hard without shoes. But Myrnin was used to it. He kept a careful eye out for thorns under feet and made up a story in his head as he went. He had to slow at one point as he listened to some creature dart away from his progress. He started moving again, but his foot caught on a root which was hidden by the leaves and he plunged forward ... and caught himself on the living room floor. The small boy blinked, surprised and rolled over. He sat up and looked at his ankle, unsure. His feet was still bare and his clothing ratty, but he didn't exactly know that this mattered. His ankle looked okay though. He wasn't motivated to stand and instead just sprawled across the carpet. He wondered absently why there was cloth over the floor ... Noah appeared, his head pressed against the wall. "hear me, but..." his voice was like shards of glass until he felt the surge of energy from the house and looked up, cursing silently to himself once he noticed he wasn't alone. Once he noticed that there was actually a little kid in the room, which had always struck him as odd and uncomfortable because the House had no right to bring in small children. It was fine for him, because it was a break from everything, and he couldn't even die, but... it angered him, which was something he wasn't really used to feeling. It was sort of refreshing, really. Shaking his head, Noah took a step away from the wall and towards the boy. "Hello," he greeted softly, unsure how exactly to do this. He figured he couldn't just leave the little boy to wander by himself... and besides, if he couldn't be there for his little sister, he could at least be there for someone else, right?
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Apr 15, 2019 1:03:38 GMT -5
( --cato phoenix is this little Arlo? ) Danny spotted Arlo and... was that Vyra? Sitting on the floor of the shop. He couldn't help his eyes widening a little at the sight of both girls sporting their own bushy beards. So it was the room, not some weird side effect of whatever the last ghost he had fought had been. He shot another glance at himself in the mirror. It's not like he wasn't capable of growing a beard on his own, he just.... it definitely didn't suit him. If he thought it was weird, he could only imagine how the two sisters felt. "Hi guys." He greeted them. It felt so weird to try and smile with a beard. Farther down the room, he spotted a very familiar figure digging through a draw and a somewhat less familiar figure wielding a large razor. "Hey Enjolras!"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 15, 2019 2:55:58 GMT -5
The sudden change in tone surprised Myrnin. He hadn't expected Sherlock to extend his hand like that and ask to be said hello to. Myrnin looked at it with hesitation again, though not this time because he thought something bad was going to happen but instead because he didn't know why Sherlock was the way he was. But the boy finally reach out and shook Sherlock's hand. Instead of up and down it was side to side and he didn't let go as someone else might but instead continued moving the hand around. "How long do I need to say hello?" he asked Sherlock. Part of him wanted to deny what Sherlock had said about him doing nothing. Of course he'd done something! He acted weird, he either felt really happy or sad or wanted to be left alone for hours on end or was hanging off people at another time, unable to find comfort. That wasn't something Myrnin had actually noticed happening and consciously recognized. But he knew other kids seemed to function in some situations and he just couldn't. So that had to be something wrong with him, right? It was odd that Sherlock looked at him and just seemed to see a puzzle instead of a burden. Sherlock waited patiently as the boy decided whether to take his hand or not. He smiled as Amico finally extended his own smaller hand and placed it in the detective’s, his childish face serious and hesitant. And then it happened. Sherlock’s bright blue eyes met Myrnin’s bright green ones and his hand wrapped around the smaller fingers as recognition struck him like a bolt of lightening and he knew why this child was so familiar. And then horror replaced the excitement of his discovery, and he didn’t even notice that he was still moving his hand back and forth, staring at those green green eyes as his mind spun, ripping apart this new knowledge to see what was inside. What had happened to Myrnin? Every time someone came back as a child...every time he could think of, Arlo, he’d heard about Shilo.... The small voice managed to break through his whirling thoughts and he let go of the hand, forcing his small, slightly alarming smile back onto his face. “That’ll do just fine, I think. So you’ve been here close to ten times? Been in any interesting rooms yet?” Perceptive. Myrnin was perceptive, even as a child. He stopped shaking Sherlock's hand, his small fingers still held in his grip but his index finger ... his index finger rested on Sherlock's risk. His pulse. The boy frowned. But Sherlock took his hand away and Myrnin was left with his outstretched hand and a puzzled expression on his face. Distantly, he answered, "There was a room where everyone was a child. One with 'bumper c-ars' but it exploded. Others. There've been others." His eyes narrowed slightly and he looked up at the man who wore odd clothing, eyes as studious as Sherlock's could sometimes get. "What were you thinking?" he asked after a second. "While I was shaking your hand?" His face was wide, innocent. Younger than Arlo, but about as old as Shilo. It wasn't a face that was easy to lie to, because it was a face that had had the truth spat at them so many times that nothing could surprise it anymore.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 15, 2019 3:03:49 GMT -5
strider The journey through the woods was hard without shoes. But Myrnin was used to it. He kept a careful eye out for thorns under feet and made up a story in his head as he went. He had to slow at one point as he listened to some creature dart away from his progress. He started moving again, but his foot caught on a root which was hidden by the leaves and he plunged forward ... and caught himself on the living room floor. The small boy blinked, surprised and rolled over. He sat up and looked at his ankle, unsure. His feet was still bare and his clothing ratty, but he didn't exactly know that this mattered. His ankle looked okay though. He wasn't motivated to stand and instead just sprawled across the carpet. He wondered absently why there was cloth over the floor ... Noah appeared, his head pressed against the wall. "hear me, but..." his voice was like shards of glass until he felt the surge of energy from the house and looked up, cursing silently to himself once he noticed he wasn't alone. Once he noticed that there was actually a little kid in the room, which had always struck him as odd and uncomfortable because the House had no right to bring in small children. It was fine for him, because it was a break from everything, and he couldn't even die, but... it angered him, which was something he wasn't really used to feeling. It was sort of refreshing, really. Shaking his head, Noah took a step away from the wall and towards the boy. "Hello," he greeted softly, unsure how exactly to do this. He figured he couldn't just leave the little boy to wander by himself... and besides, if he couldn't be there for his little sister, he could at least be there for someone else, right? "Hum?" said Myrnin, rolling onto his side and then onto his hands and knees. He looked up at Noah, blinked his small green eyes, and asked, "You're pretty." Then he shuffled forward, still on his hands and knees, until he was half sitting by Noah's foot. "Who are you?" he asked, blinking up at Noah and smiling. He was missing one of his canine teeth and appeared to only be around five. The tooth had been knocked out, in fact, not growing in. "I'm Amico," added Myrnin. Then, on a complete whim, he hugged Noah's leg because he wanted to, wrapping his arms and legs around the ghost's limb.
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Post by strider on Apr 15, 2019 3:22:27 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur"Pretty?" Noah repeated, somewhat confused. It was a description that made him smile in spite of himself, relieved by the innocence of small children. He rubbed at the smudge on his cheek, but more thoughtfully and less out of subconscious fear. "My name is..." he hesitated, half of him wishing to give his last name and the other half fighting to give the name that hadn't been stolen from him. The name that hadn't been touched by Whelk. "My name is Noah. Nice to meet you, Amico." He doubted that was actually the little boy's real name, but he wouldn't question it. He knew enough latin to know that amica meant friend, and amico was likely the derivation in one romance language or another - despite what his classmates thought he had actually been quite an astute student. He was about to say something else when he felt the boy grab him around the leg, and he couldn't help but smile again. He took a step forward, surprised how little effort it took to carry Myrnin with him. "Comfy down there?" he asked, his voice friendly but hiding a little bit of laughter.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 15, 2019 3:39:44 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur "Pretty?" Noah repeated, somewhat confused. It was a description that made him smile in spite of himself, relieved by the innocence of small children. He rubbed at the smudge on his cheek, but more thoughtfully and less out of subconscious fear. "My name is..." he hesitated, half of him wishing to give his last name and the other half fighting to give the name that hadn't been stolen from him. The name that hadn't been touched by Whelk. "My name is Noah. Nice to meet you, Amico." He doubted that was actually the little boy's real name, but he wouldn't question it. He knew enough latin to know that amica meant friend, and amico was likely the derivation in one romance language or another - despite what his classmates thought he had actually been quite an astute student. He was about to say something else when he felt the boy grab him around the leg, and he couldn't help but smile again. He took a step forward, surprised how little effort it took to carry Myrnin with him. "Comfy down there?" he asked, his voice friendly but hiding a little bit of laughter. "Yes," insisted Myrnin. His nose was buried into the bridge of Noah's leg and he giggled under his breath as Noah picked him up. Myrnin couldn't do this back home, being the eldest. If he'd even been thinking he might have wondered why he'd latched onto Noah's leg without even hesitating to wonder whether the boy would just kick him away or not. Maybe it was a bit more trust in the people of the Paradox House or maybe it was just his current mood. "Higher!" he insisted, still giggling. His mouth was stretched wide and showed almost all of his teeth. "Higher Noah!" Apparently a quick study in names too. Each footstep was a bit jerky, but Myrnin seemed to be having a lot of fun. After a couple more, he had to roll away back onto the carpet, still laughing though it had quieted a little. "Fun!" he added. "That was fun. What next?"
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 15, 2019 6:07:20 GMT -5
( »ƑαƖcση Yep! And little Vyra. Arlo's parents were killed a bit over a week ago in her time and she just met Vyra about four days ago.) (I bought a drawing of them from someone of FR awhile back) [[ Bread Room || Mini Arlo and Mini Vyra ]] "Hi," Arlo replied, waving at the half-ghost before getting to her feet again and trying to brush some of the dust from her clothes. "Do rooms like this happen a lot? Just... random stuff?" She remembered him from the strange forest room- the blinker who'd sort of accidentally confirmed her suspicions about being in the House before... or in the future, depending on how you looked at it. She didn't really want to bring up the topic of the other Arlo while Vyra was there, but she figured it would be okay to ask about the room. Vyra was now staring at her reflection in a mirror. She'd been in a few rooms, but like Arlo, she couldn't remember any of them being quite this random... It was definitely a strange one.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 15, 2019 11:19:27 GMT -5
"You think it's learning how to think, by watching us think?" Enjolras clarified, pausing in his search to look at Ougi. That was... an unsettling thought. But very possible. He drummed his fingers on the counter, briefly considering what the House was doing at this very moment. He continued his search and opened the drawer after Ougi hopped down, and was rather grateful to find a razor in it. Apparently the House wasn't going to let him get shanked, despite Ougi eagerly hovering with her razor. She deflated, but Enjolras didn't feel too bad about that. She'd survive. Perhaps she'd find another blinker who needed assistance. "You could always shave your own beard." He commented. Ougi looked disappointed as Enjolras took out his own razor, and she dejectedly reached for the shaving cream and turned toward the mirror to do as he suggested. She would just have to get him back in another way, at a later time. At least he was going to get the job done at all. While she shaved, she decided to specify and glanced at him through the mirror every once in a while. "No, not quite. I think it's teaching us how to think," she murmured. If it was an oddity, then it already came into existence based on what people believe about it. In order to maintain its existence, it needs influence. "My uncle is an expert on these things," she boasted to him. "It's only an illusion that we believe, and that's why it's able to do whatever it wants with us. Well, whatever it wants that we can come up with." There was a hesitation before that last ominous comment. When she finished shaving, she set the razor down on the counter and stared into the mirror. Her skirt and hair swayed as she turned a little too hastily, as if there were something in that mirror that might attack her.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 15, 2019 18:35:08 GMT -5
</div>“Oh, yeah, sure,” said Matt, in response to Nico requesting to put his hand on his shoulder, but then he felt his stomach drop out a little as he listened to Nico’s next suggestion. Suddenly, the dark, and the person standing inches from him, seemed a little less cozy. A little less safe. He did want to trust him...he did, of course. And he seemed like a sweet kid. But he’d also known him for a few hours...and this was the House. He couldn’t dismiss the possibility that he’d want to harm him somehow. ”I...” He paused, trying to figure out how to phrase ‘I don’t trust you with my back to you just yet’ in a way that wasn’t hurtful. ”I’m not sure....sorry, I know that would probably be easier. Can we get there another way?”
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Apr 15, 2019 22:39:36 GMT -5
[[ Bread Room || Mini Arlo and Mini Vyra ]] "Hi," Arlo replied, waving at the half-ghost before getting to her feet again and trying to brush some of the dust from her clothes. "Do rooms like this happen a lot? Just... random stuff?" She remembered him from the strange forest room- the blinker who'd sort of accidentally confirmed her suspicions about being in the House before... or in the future, depending on how you looked at it. She didn't really want to bring up the topic of the other Arlo while Vyra was there, but she figured it would be okay to ask about the room. Vyra was now staring at her reflection in a mirror. She'd been in a few rooms, but like Arlo, she couldn't remember any of them being quite this random... It was definitely a strange one. (Ooh cool! I mean, not the parents dying, but the image is adorable Cx) "Yeah, most of them are like this." Danny replied. His voice was lighthearted, but he was just hiding the heartbreak that had come with Arlo's question. Despite seeing the face he had known for what seemed like several lifetimes, this small girl was just beginning her journey into the chaos of the Paradox House. "They have a tendency to get dangerous real fast though." He laughed. "We've already got blades involved...." He tugged open one of the drawers in the counter to reveal straight razors, combs, and other assorted hair styling tools. "This seems like the easy part. The real question is how we're going to get out of here. Does anyone see a door?"
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Post by Auransky on Apr 15, 2019 23:25:46 GMT -5
Down the halls - Razz : Ononoki + Rowlin Rowlin let out a guilty sigh, "Sounds like my undoing." He softly replied. In silence he listened to her explanation of destroying oddities, it further intrigued him to hear about herself being one too. In a sense her explanation was one he too can relate all too well. He couldn't help but chuckle, "Fair enough.." He softly added, continuing to walk after her. She was very interesting, despite her stiff movements there was something still lively about her. Maybe Ononoki didn't express it like the average Joe, but she clearly had her thing and it was working for her. Now just came the understanding, but that would clearly come with time. He couldn't help but awkwardly laugh when Ononoki bluntly stated that she didn't want to kill him-really it was her previous about letting out more then he intended too. "Well, I guess that's the hefty price of being in an open profession. Transparency is rather important. Should I decide to return to the private sector, it might take a while to transition into the whole stereotypical 'thick wall'." He used air quotes, with a light tone. He was joking on the matters, but still somewhat surprised her comment of not getting killed. After a brief pause he gave the doll a cheesy smile, speeding up to her, quickly passing her to turn around and walk backwards. Now facing her as he walked backwards, he leaned forward with a cheery smile, "Thanks." He told her, his green gaze illuminating.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 16, 2019 0:11:59 GMT -5
Ononoki stared blankly at him as he responded, as if she had thrown out a ball and was now observing as he slowly walked it back to her. Her steps tread almost undetectably down the hallway at a perfect pace, so it must not have been difficult for him to get ahead; to her it even seemed like he was an insect of some kind, floating around her as she stayed her course. But her reaction was not a demeaning one. She seemed neither to worry about his feelings, nor be looking down her nose at him in superiority. Her air of an even playing field actually could have come off as respect for the other person if not for her uncaring way of moving and complete absence of courtesy. Her green eyes stared back at his, looking eerily perfect as always. But there was a hole in the expressionlessness no more than a needle's width, in which surprise came through as he thanked her. The faintest lifting of her eyelids. It seemed to say, I'm only doing what I do. That's all there is to it. "So, what exactly do you do in your universe, Big Brother Row?" she questioned. "I said with a posed look." And no look at all, much less a posed one. There was apparently no need to dwell on what had just happened. Besides, if he practiced telling her these smaller things about himself then maybe soon he would be willing to give the answers to her more pressing questions. For someone who seemed to have a 'job', Ononoki really wasn't used just for that job. In fact, it had been more of an afterthought. She had been created for fun. To see if she could be created. So it followed that she ended up tagging along with people a lot, or lingering on things that were completely estranged from her job description. She was perfectly willing to entertain whoever she encountered in the Paradox House, because it was simply in her nature. As long as they would put up with her blankness, that is.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 16, 2019 18:34:55 GMT -5
(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. It felt like some sort of canine to Kelsier, but it was hard to tell just by touching it. “Could be.” He answered Maladict, and followed his gaze around the rest of the clearing, then down to the ground under his hand. It did look a little bit flattened, but it would be hard to say whether an indent was caused by an invisible wolf or their own footprints. “I’m thinking we should figure out how many of these things there are before we do anything else with them.” The mistborn straightened up and too a step backwards, surveying the space and trying to estimate how long it would take to search inch by inch. “If we split up and each take half, we should be able to cover this space pretty quick.” "Good plan," said Maladict, straightening and looking around. He could still scent a bit of the smell of animals, but it wasn't precises. He looked around ... And tensed. "Kelsier," he said. "I believe there is a problem." He could suddenly hear the combined sound, something which had been too low to hear before, of heartbeats. Suddenly there was something visible on the ground as a good dozen or so pairs of glowing eyes snapped open in almost unison. "Not good at all," muttered Mal as he saw them move, a low growl running through the collection. They were in the middle of the eyes.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 16, 2019 20:26:31 GMT -5
(let’s GO)
Matt stopped in his tracks as a piece of paper landed squarely in his companion’s face. He watched, mildly amused, as he peeled it off and squinted at the text. “Well...that’s one way to give us a clue, I guess,” he commented, snatching the paper as it was handed to him. He scanned the page, expecting another cryptic clue to escaping the place, but instead... “Two lives remaining?” He frowned, and turned the paper over, only to find that it was blank. “Huh, that’s kinda weird. This is an amusement park, not an arcad-“ CRASH. Matt jumped about a foot in the air as the building nearest them collapsed from the inside, crumbling away to reveal the hulking form of a giant, 3-D, pie chart shaped entity that was all too familiar to the boy. “Uhhh.....” was all he could find to say, until the massive sprite rounded on them, snapping its massive jaw ominously. “Well, I think that’s our cue,” he continued, grabbing Joey’s hand so they wouldn’t get separated as he turned around, picking up speed. “RUN!”
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Post by Auransky on Apr 16, 2019 20:33:27 GMT -5
The lack of response from Ononoki was an interesting one at best. It reminded him of a few cases where student's tried to keep the nuetral attitude, in order to survive what they saw as a long day of school. There was questions that perked him, if she ever relaxed, let her facade briefly fade, but he would refrain from asking what could potentially be pointless questions. Standing upright once more, he couldn't help but pull down his shoulders for a quick stretch, all while continuously walking backwards. Up ahead was a turn, and with his back still turned he seemed to be heading for a date with the wall, but before that could happen he turned with the hall, avoiding what could have been a disaster. He couldn't help but tilt his head, his interest entirely on the girl. Being asked about what he did, he couldn't help but nod. "I teach high school students full time and Part time with University students as a Freeway faculty." He couldn't help but shutter, just thinking about the never ending purge of traffic. "On the weekends, I sometimes volunteer with one of our local non profits, that works alongside the forest rangers. They need help, especially on weeks when nature suddenly attracts more people then expected." He crossed his arms, shaking his head while keeping his eyes shut."Can't leave people unsupervised without them getting into trouble." He raised a hand quickly, waving it in the air. "Especially if they live in the cities all their life and suddenly feel like nature experts the following morning." He briefly ranted before letting himself relax. He had somewhat tensed midway through his rant, so now he took in a deep breath to release the brief tenseness on him. "What about yourself?"
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 16, 2019 22:16:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, most of them are like this." Danny replied. His voice was lighthearted, but he was just hiding the heartbreak that had come with Arlo's question. Despite seeing the face he had known for what seemed like several lifetimes, this small girl was just beginning her journey into the chaos of the Paradox House. "They have a tendency to get dangerous real fast though." He laughed. "We've already got blades involved...." He tugged open one of the drawers in the counter to reveal straight razors, combs, and other assorted hair styling tools. "This seems like the easy part. The real question is how we're going to get out of here. Does anyone see a door?"
[[ Beard Room || Mini Arlo (1) || »ƑαƖcση ]]
"Oh, really? I mean, I guess they're all pretty weird but... I haven't seen one like this," Arlo replied as she walked over to the mirror. The ridiculous sight of the beard on her face almost made her laugh for the first time in... close to two weeks? She couldn't really keep track of time on the island and the House didn't help with that. "It doesn't seem too dangerous right now..." She trailed off. She'd thought the same thing about the island when they'd arrived. "I guess it depends on who blinks in though," she added in a quieter voice.
The girl turned away from the mirror to look around the rest of the room. She didn't see an obvious exit, but she'd expected that. The House probably wouldn't make it too easy, especially if the room really was safe. "How does the House usually hide them?"
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 16, 2019 22:23:46 GMT -5
Ononoki's feet sped up for just a moment, one in front of the other toward him as he almost collided with the wall, even though she didn't yet have her arms out to stop it. But when he turned to avoid it, she returned to her normal pace. It was like a robot's response when they had been tasked with making sure a more fragile creature didn't... break. "Freeway... faculty..." She echoed the words slowly, and they came out of her mouth in a way that said she didn't comprehend them. Restating the phrase didn't help this understanding. "It sounds like you're an upstanding citizen, Row," she congratulated in monotone. The way she turned in response to the bend in the hallway was by smoothly curving her trajectory, as if she were locked onto a rail and had no choice. She stared at him, then ahead when he asked what she did in her universe. "I'm a familiar, basically. I go where Big Sister goes." Again, she was referring to her master as if she were her family. "Then again if I had to pick myself, I would have chosen Oshino." It was the most jarring statement so far, as this one seemed to be an outright opinion. A preference. From a doll. Her yellow galoshes kicked forward in a way that would appear to be cute if not for her blank expression; it was almost turned into a menacing gesture. "All of us are in the same business. We are oddity specialists. Right now, Big Sister and I are hunting a fire bird, but some vampires have gotten in the way." Ononoki swayed her arms and started to skip, but only every once in a while, as if she were just practicing it. "I guess you could say in my universe, I follow Big Sister everywhere. Or I should say her, I take her everywhere. That's what she uses me for." To be specific, Ononoki physically carried Kagenui where she wanted to go. She stopped skipping and walked normally, staring straight at Rowlin. "Is there anything else you want to know? I am curious as to why you won't tell me what you are, even though I told you so much. Is it because I'm an oddity specialist?" She didn't so much as tilt her head with the query, resolving to take head-on whatever pushback he had to offer this time. Nothing in particular would befall him if he didn't answer, she would simply keep asking.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 16, 2019 22:25:10 GMT -5
It felt like some sort of canine to Kelsier, but it was hard to tell just by touching it. “Could be.” He answered Maladict, and followed his gaze around the rest of the clearing, then down to the ground under his hand. It did look a little bit flattened, but it would be hard to say whether an indent was caused by an invisible wolf or their own footprints. “I’m thinking we should figure out how many of these things there are before we do anything else with them.” The mistborn straightened up and too a step backwards, surveying the space and trying to estimate how long it would take to search inch by inch. “If we split up and each take half, we should be able to cover this space pretty quick.” "Good plan," said Maladict, straightening and looking around. He could still scent a bit of the smell of animals, but it wasn't precises. He looked around ... And tensed. "Kelsier," he said. "I believe there is a problem." He could suddenly hear the combined sound, something which had been too low to hear before, of heartbeats. Suddenly there was something visible on the ground as a good dozen or so pairs of glowing eyes snapped open in almost unison. "Not good at all," muttered Mal as he saw them move, a low growl running through the collection. They were in the middle of the eyes. Kelsier froze. He saw the eyes a fraction of a second before he heard Maladict’s warning. He turned his head very, very slightly to the side, his hazel eyes scanning the leaves, finding pair after pair of glowing eyes met his gaze. They were surrounded. “You think?” He muttered back, his heel just touching the vampire’s as he resisted the urge to move in any direction. “Well, at least we can see where they are now.” One more vial of metals in the pocket of his mistcloak. Since he’d flared it earlier to get Amal away from the noise, his pewter wasn’t perfect, but it would hold for a while. “I can fight my way out if I need to.” He breathed, not daring to make eye contact with the wolves, instead keeping them in the corner of his vision. “I’d really rather not. But unless we find an alternative in the next minute, we’re going to need to make a move before they do.”
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