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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 16, 2019 22:30:39 GMT -5
"-you sure it's safe?" Arlo asked quietly as she blinked in, sitting under a tree. She was looking at her hands, watching as energy stretched from fingertip to fingertip like some strange glowing thread. She'd been carefully attempting to learn about her powers since Kaito had told her about them. She wasn't very good at doing anything with them yet, but she was making progress at least. "I've only seen a few other people since I came here, and... they weren't like you." She looked up suddenly, realizing how that might have sounded to Vyra, but she wasn't there. Was she back in the House?
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 16, 2019 22:40:30 GMT -5
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. Sherlock listened, his bright eyes searching the younger boy’s - Myrnin’s - face, as he explained. It was odd to see someone look back at him the same way he looked at them, like an odd puzzle with missing pieces. The same deep stare, like they were looking in you instead of at you, like the look in those big green eyes he couldn’t believe he hadn’t recognized. It made sense, of course. The House being outside of time, naturally it would bring in your past self, possibly from other timelines...no....certainly from other timelines, or else the older would have remembered the younger. So maybe Myrnin wasn’t dead. he paused, the skin under his eyes creased with concentration as he thought. If the House didn’t follow the same rules of linear time, and he knew it didn’t, than if you died at all you were dead to it, and alive, at the same time. In the same, unbroken whole of your lifespan you existed, and you didn’t change, you just were. So Myrnin probably was dead. But, obviously, since he was staring up at the consulting detective with childish readiness, he was also as alive as he had ever been. Sherlock allowed a small smile to twitch the edges of his lips up for a moment. Perhaps at the moment, more alive than he’d ever known the vampire to be. “I was thinking about you.” He answered, meeting the boy’s wide eyes with his own burning blue ones. He had no intention of lying to that face. “Or someone very much like you. A friend of mine, actually, that I haven’t seen in a while. If you’ve been here ten times I dare say you’ve got a decent idea about how this place works by now, but how much do you know about time?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 16, 2019 22:56:37 GMT -5
"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.” "Just the eyes," muttered Maladict, squinting a bit as he tried pick out how many there were. Too many, really. He hardly waited for Kelsier to say anything. He hadn't signed up for wolves. He was rusty, unskilled, but that didn't stop him from being viciously stronger than a human. Vicious was a good word to use. The wolves nearest, seeming to sense Maladict's intent as he moved, leaped. This Maladict could tell more from hunch. They were moving too fast for him to catch a look at their eyes. But at least three collided with him. He threw one off, which ended up hitting a tree with an audible thump and yelp. The second got its teeth into Mal's arm. The vampire didn't hesitate ... he snapped it's neck. It was easier to find when it was biting him. The second, however, learned from its comrades and Maladict didn't see it as it tripped him up, presumably darting away again once it had. He stumbled and then rolled back to his feet again, looking at Kelsier as he suddenly remembered the mistborn was there. He'd forgotten ...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 16, 2019 23:03:30 GMT -5
Kid was singing under his breath when he blinked in, a pair of earbuds in his ears. He was out of his work clothing and instead he was wearing the usual top hat and white dress suit. Apparently working his second "job". He frowned a bit when a forest replaced where he'd been and he looked up - way up - at the trees. "Hum," he said. He looked around when he heard the younger Arlo's voice a bit away, behind a tree. She couldn't see him from where he was, but he smiled. He reached into a pocket, pulling out a piece of paper, and folded it into a paper airplane. He knew the throw was going to go a bit wild thanks to his wrists and such, but the trick would still work. He tossed a paper airplane, which made several loops around Arlo's tree before it soared a bit too far to the left and ended up several yards away instead of in front of her like Kid had wanted.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 16, 2019 23:18:30 GMT -5
Kelsier felt the air shift before he knew what had happened. It was his reflexes that that got him out of the way in time as both Maladict and the wolves moved, seemingly at the same time. He threw himself to the side and immediately felt long fangs sink into his arm as yet another wolf attacked, and he let out a yell of pain and anger as dark red stained his cloak. At least now I know where one of you are. The mistborn drew his glass dagger and plunged it into the air he guessed the wolf’s throat was, and he felt the thing fall off his arm just in time to turn and slash at the next pair of eyes coming for him. He missed, ducked, and rolled to the side, burning tin as he tried to guess where the next one was by the sound of its paws on the grass as he came up and slashed again, this time his glass blade hitting something midair that yelped and and dropped heavily away from him. In the chaos he had lost track of Maladict, but now he saw him. “Mal, are you all right?” He called over the growls, his dagger still moving constantly back and forth in front of him as a sort of failsafe, in case he didn’t hear one coming in time.
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Post by Auransky on Apr 17, 2019 0:16:55 GMT -5
"Oh!" Hearing Ononoki echo his phrase, it quickly brought him to his senses that it might be a local term. "Freeway Faculty are professors who teach at various schools at the same time. Part time lecturers who work at more then one school at the same time." he further explained. "S-Sorry." he apologized. "Local terminology." Rowlin couldn't help but lean back as he proceeded walking backwards. "Much appreciated. I love what I do, teaching the young minds of tomorrow, however, I also have to find a way to make ends meet." He further added. "Gotta keep the lights on." he referred to currency. "Ohhh" He was further interested. "A familiar?" This was sounding like a contract of sorts. How peculiar given modern day. He nodded silently still listening. When she discussed a figure as big sister, he couldn't help but wonder if Ononoki was referring to someone older then her; or perhaps someone she was being a familiar of? "A fire bird." He softly commented. "Like a phoenix? Is it trying to harm society by burning the towns, kinda like in the movie?" he couldn't help but guess a bit. "Is it tamable, or manipulated to attack?" He slowed down a little bit, to restrain himself from asking more questions. uses? Now that sounded a bit downgrading. He refrained from further commenting on that end. He blinked now, rather impressed with her persistently. "Now that's dedication." He complimented with a whistle. "but no, it's not because you are an oddity specialist. That would be the least of my reasons-scratch that." He looked , his attention briefly caught by something in the air, but there was nothing. "The fact that you are a specialist of oddities is never going to be a reason for not answering your question." He stopped walking, standing in place. "But what reason is there to explain why I can't?" He tilted his head to start thinking. "Insecurities, Public relations, Contracts, disinterest, patience, not interested, really no reason, not important, restrictions, respect, courtesy, time..." He trailed off.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 17, 2019 0:47:35 GMT -5
Arlo had just started to look down at the energy she'd been practicing with when something flew over her head and around the tree, causing her to quickly scramble to her feet. The energy fell from her fingers as she started to reach for the knife hidden in her oversized coat, only to stop again when the object flew by again. And again. And again. Her fear dissolved, replaced with curiosity as she watched it. It was... a paper airplane? Her gaze trailed after it as it started to drift away from her, and a moment later she stepped away from the tree and followed it. She paused to glance back toward where she thought it had been thrown from but couldn't see anyone through the trees. Figuring it was safe enough since she was no longer on the island, Arlo carefully picked the airplane up and examined it for a few moments with the slight hint of a smile before looking around for the person who'd thrown it. "Hello?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 17, 2019 1:31:36 GMT -5
Arlo had just started to look down at the energy she'd been practicing with when something flew over her head and around the tree, causing her to quickly scramble to her feet. The energy fell from her fingers as she started to reach for the knife hidden in her oversized coat, only to stop again when the object flew by again. And again. And again. Her fear dissolved, replaced with curiosity as she watched it. It was... a paper airplane? Her gaze trailed after it as it started to drift away from her, and a moment later she stepped away from the tree and followed it. She paused to glance back toward where she thought it had been thrown from but couldn't see anyone through the trees. Figuring it was safe enough since she was no longer on the island, Arlo carefully picked the airplane up and examined it for a few moments with the slight hint of a smile before looking around for the person who'd thrown it. "Hello?"
"Just me," said Kid, popping out from around a tree with a touch of a grin on his face. He was pretty pleased with himself, but wasn't he always. "Nice to see you again, Arlo. How long as it been since I last blinked in anyway?" The last time he'd seen her she'd been stuck on the island after her parents had died. She didn't look like she'd been hurt, but for all Kid knew it had only been a couple of seconds or so since she'd last seen him. He looked around the room while he was at it. It seemed to be a slightly oversized forest for the time being, but he wasn't exactly sure what else was going to happen in it yet. "Been in this room long?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 17, 2019 14:38:35 GMT -5
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. Sherlock listened, his bright eyes searching the younger boy’s - Myrnin’s - face, as he explained. It was odd to see someone look back at him the same way he looked at them, like an odd puzzle with missing pieces. The same deep stare, like they were looking in you instead of at you, like the look in those big green eyes he couldn’t believe he hadn’t recognized. It made sense, of course. The House being outside of time, naturally it would bring in your past self, possibly from other timelines...no....certainly from other timelines, or else the older would have remembered the younger. So maybe Myrnin wasn’t dead. he paused, the skin under his eyes creased with concentration as he thought. If the House didn’t follow the same rules of linear time, and he knew it didn’t, than if you died at all you were dead to it, and alive, at the same time. In the same, unbroken whole of your lifespan you existed, and you didn’t change, you just were. So Myrnin probably was dead. But, obviously, since he was staring up at the consulting detective with childish readiness, he was also as alive as he had ever been. Sherlock allowed a small smile to twitch the edges of his lips up for a moment. Perhaps at the moment, more alive than he’d ever known the vampire to be. “I was thinking about you.” He answered, meeting the boy’s wide eyes with his own burning blue ones. He had no intention of lying to that face. “Or someone very much like you. A friend of mine, actually, that I haven’t seen in a while. If you’ve been here ten times I dare say you’ve got a decent idea about how this place works by now, but how much do you know about time?” The small boy seemed a bit surprised that this had been what was on Sherlock's mind, but he recovered quickly. "Uh huh?" His head tilted as he considered Sherlock's latest question. Like before, he seemed to way on whether he should answer or not. And what answering might mean. "I know people blink in from different times," he said. "The past or the future. Or they don't blink in from my future at all, they just blink in from a future." He looked expectantly at Sherlock, waiting for him to explain why he had asked the question in the first place. "Who is your friend?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 17, 2019 19:40:10 GMT -5
Kelsier felt the air shift before he knew what had happened. It was his reflexes that that got him out of the way in time as both Maladict and the wolves moved, seemingly at the same time. He threw himself to the side and immediately felt long fangs sink into his arm as yet another wolf attacked, and he let out a yell of pain and anger as dark red stained his cloak. At least now I know where one of you are.The mistborn drew his glass dagger and plunged it into the air he guessed the wolf’s throat was, and he felt the thing fall off his arm just in time to turn and slash at the next pair of eyes coming for him. He missed, ducked, and rolled to the side, burning tin as he tried to guess where the next one was by the sound of its paws on the grass as he came up and slashed again, this time his glass blade hitting something midair that yelped and and dropped heavily away from him. In the chaos he had lost track of Maladict, but now he saw him. “Mal, are you all right?” He called over the growls, his dagger still moving constantly back and forth in front of him as a sort of failsafe, in case he didn’t hear one coming in time. "Fine!" said Maladict. He was bleeding just a little from his arm, but he hadn't noticed. He turned back to what he was doing when he saw Kelsier was handling himself well. Good. He'd been concerned the mistborn wasn't a fighter. While he'd been distracted, a wolf aimed for his legs and Maladict manged to guess where it was (mostly from the slight gleam of eyes out of the corner of his vision). He grabbed it ... but only manged to catch the tail. The wolf bucked while another leaped and caught Mal in the face. The vampire tossed the first away, but couldn't mange to do it very hard as the other scrabbled to bit him - somewhere, anywhere. Mal pulled this one off too and tossed it away. "Run?" he suggested. Sure, they might just run into more, but it was better than no plan at all.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 17, 2019 19:40:24 GMT -5
(YEET CUE THE CHASE MUSIC) "Starting to wish it was a valentine's letter instead." Joey lowered his voice as they stopped momentarily ina less than foggy spot. He glanced over his decorated backpack tensing slightly at the other's sudden reaction. "I'd take it more seriously..." They were graced by a sickening crunch not to far away. While he hated the lack of noise the noise that didn't come from them sent him chills. What quickened his heartbeat was the illuminating figure that floated in the wake of the building's collapse. Whatever words he was about to speak sunk back into his throat in awareness of the ghostly image. Ghastly as it was the monster drifted, bouncing off the rubble as the newbie had been pulled off into a running jog. "You don't need to tell me that twice." He quipped startled by the room's new ominous threat. A sickening realization the ringing in his ears continued - he could kiss Ormond goodbye if he bothered to stick around the generator. Matt kept up his speed, sprinting down the dirt path, eyes narrowed against the dust the two of them, plus their massive attacker, were stirring up. As he ran, he was scanning the dark zones between the rides, little nooks and crannies they might be able to hide in. He might’ve never been the best at the more dry, slow-paced puzzles, but when his mind was racing and things were chaotic, he’d often found that he was quite decent at coming up with solutions. ”Around...that corner!” he called to Joey, panting with exertion, as he spotted a sharp bend up ahead. “We can find...a place to hide when we’re...outside Bootleg Pac-Man’s field of vision.”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 17, 2019 20:45:40 GMT -5
Ononoki blinked slowly as she registered the term again, but there was no way to tell if she understood it as she no longer repeated it after him. She had a good comprehension of schools though. She was on the outskirts of society, but wasn’t a fool. Besides, many of her jobs were schoolkids. Perhaps something even remained of her time as a living person, even though that was supposed to all have been erased. She was a completely different spirit. She nodded to confirm that she was indeed a familiar. But when he asked about the fire bird, she shook her head. “It is not that cinematic. In fact, it does not even know the damage it is causing. But we will put an end to it before something happens.” Ononoki raised her head from the ground, having been watching her feet as if in thought. She looked at him, but not at his face. “I appreciate that you don’t let my profession get in the way of our friendship,” she told him after he listed all the ‘real’ reasons. Though the appreciation showed in nothing other than her words. “Hmm. I don’t have to worry about those things.” Even if she could show emotion, her fate was typically decided for her. Then again when it came down to it, she didn’t really have secrets seeing as she was a codependent being. But she apparently had enough initiative to keep pestering him about his own secret. “Why should I be inclined to continue telling you things without the information I want in exchange, then?” She said it less as a threat to stop giving him information, and more as a question of logic. “And... are you even going anywhere?” She was referring to his backward walking. Even though she had been the one to lead at first, she had ended up thinking of this as her following him without a second thought; it was just in her nature to follow.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 17, 2019 20:54:20 GMT -5
Sherlock listened, his bright eyes searching the younger boy’s - Myrnin’s - face, as he explained. It was odd to see someone look back at him the same way he looked at them, like an odd puzzle with missing pieces. The same deep stare, like they were looking in you instead of at you, like the look in those big green eyes he couldn’t believe he hadn’t recognized. It made sense, of course. The House being outside of time, naturally it would bring in your past self, possibly from other timelines...no....certainly from other timelines, or else the older would have remembered the younger. So maybe Myrnin wasn’t dead. he paused, the skin under his eyes creased with concentration as he thought. If the House didn’t follow the same rules of linear time, and he knew it didn’t, than if you died at all you were dead to it, and alive, at the same time. In the same, unbroken whole of your lifespan you existed, and you didn’t change, you just were. So Myrnin probably was dead. But, obviously, since he was staring up at the consulting detective with childish readiness, he was also as alive as he had ever been. Sherlock allowed a small smile to twitch the edges of his lips up for a moment. Perhaps at the moment, more alive than he’d ever known the vampire to be. “I was thinking about you.” He answered, meeting the boy’s wide eyes with his own burning blue ones. He had no intention of lying to that face. “Or someone very much like you. A friend of mine, actually, that I haven’t seen in a while. If you’ve been here ten times I dare say you’ve got a decent idea about how this place works by now, but how much do you know about time?” The small boy seemed a bit surprised that this had been what was on Sherlock's mind, but he recovered quickly. "Uh huh?" His head tilted as he considered Sherlock's latest question. Like before, he seemed to way on whether he should answer or not. And what answering might mean. "I know people blink in from different times," he said. "The past or the future. Or they don't blink in from my future at all, they just blink in from a future." He looked expectantly at Sherlock, waiting for him to explain why he had asked the question in the first place. "Who is your friend?" Sherlock nodded. Coming from another kid Myrnin’s current age, he would have been fairly impressed at how well that covered the concept of the House’s time. From Myrnin, however, he had expected no less. “Correct.” The detective waved a hand to indicate the room in general. “Time, while it isn’t completely meaningless here, is unpredictable. You can’t say whether the next time you see me I’ll have aged fifty years or not a day, and I can’t tell if whether the next time I blink in I’ll know anyone here anymore. It’s chaotic and almost impossible to predict, so I wouldn’t recommend trying, unless you’re a lot smarter than the average being.” The detective turned and his hand tilted down towards the younger blinker, his eyes moving to search the dirty face and the expression underneath. “My friend ran into some of those time shenanigans unfortunately, so it might be a while before I see him again, but like I said, you’re a lot like him, so I suppose you’ll have to do for now. Care to join me in a room?”
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 17, 2019 21:51:02 GMT -5
"Just me," said Kid, popping out from around a tree with a touch of a grin on his face. He was pretty pleased with himself, but wasn't he always. "Nice to see you again, Arlo. How long as it been since I last blinked in anyway?" The last time he'd seen her she'd been stuck on the island after her parents had died. She didn't look like she'd been hurt, but for all Kid knew it had only been a couple of seconds or so since she'd last seen him. He looked around the room while he was at it. It seemed to be a slightly oversized forest for the time being, but he wasn't exactly sure what else was going to happen in it yet. "Been in this room long?" "Oh, hey! Cool trick," Arlo said, the remaining caution gone from her voice as Kid appeared from behind a tree. Though not quite her old self, she was definitely happier than she had been the last time she'd seen him. "You too, it's been about... eleven days." She'd started using her notebook to keep track of her time on the island and it was working pretty well so far.
At his second question, she shook her head. "No, I just blinked in and this is a different room than the one I was in yesterday," she paused and looked around, wondering if Vyra had followed her like last time, but didn't see her. "It made us all grow beards."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 18, 2019 2:08:25 GMT -5
"Just me," said Kid, popping out from around a tree with a touch of a grin on his face. He was pretty pleased with himself, but wasn't he always. "Nice to see you again, Arlo. How long as it been since I last blinked in anyway?" The last time he'd seen her she'd been stuck on the island after her parents had died. She didn't look like she'd been hurt, but for all Kid knew it had only been a couple of seconds or so since she'd last seen him. He looked around the room while he was at it. It seemed to be a slightly oversized forest for the time being, but he wasn't exactly sure what else was going to happen in it yet. "Been in this room long?" "Oh, hey! Cool trick," Arlo said, the remaining caution gone from her voice as Kid appeared from behind a tree. Though not quite her old self, she was definitely happier than she had been the last time she'd seen him. "You too, it's been about... eleven days." She'd started using her notebook to keep track of her time on the island and it was working pretty well so far.
At his second question, she shook her head. "No, I just blinked in and this is a different room than the one I was in yesterday," she paused and looked around, wondering if Vyra had followed her like last time, but didn't see her. "It made us all grow beards."
"Thanks," said Kid, allowing the smile which had crossed his face to widen. He crossed his arms, walking over to where she was and crouching so he was closer to having eye contact with her. "Not bad. It's been about a week for me." Nothing of interest had happened which he could think of either. He'd just been doing what he normally did. Slowly trying to catch the people who had killed his father. "That," said Kid, unable to stop a brief chuckle. "Sounds like the House on some days. I was in a room with my friend Shinichi once where the exit was an arch of food. The House can get pretty wild when it wants to be." He couldn't exactly remember whether the older Arlo had been there or not, however. Not ... not like it mattered. "So, what do you think the point of this on is? I just see a bunch of large trees."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 18, 2019 2:18:46 GMT -5
The small boy seemed a bit surprised that this had been what was on Sherlock's mind, but he recovered quickly. "Uh huh?" His head tilted as he considered Sherlock's latest question. Like before, he seemed to way on whether he should answer or not. And what answering might mean. "I know people blink in from different times," he said. "The past or the future. Or they don't blink in from my future at all, they just blink in from a future." He looked expectantly at Sherlock, waiting for him to explain why he had asked the question in the first place. "Who is your friend?" Sherlock nodded. Coming from another kid Myrnin’s current age, he would have been fairly impressed at how well that covered the concept of the House’s time. From Myrnin, however, he had expected no less. “Correct.” The detective waved a hand to indicate the room in general. “Time, while it isn’t completely meaningless here, is unpredictable. You can’t say whether the next time you see me I’ll have aged fifty years or not a day, and I can’t tell if whether the next time I blink in I’ll know anyone here anymore. It’s chaotic and almost impossible to predict, so I wouldn’t recommend trying, unless you’re a lot smarter than the average being.” The detective turned and his hand tilted down towards the younger blinker, his eyes moving to search the dirty face and the expression underneath. “My friend ran into some of those time shenanigans unfortunately, so it might be a while before I see him again, but like I said, you’re a lot like him, so I suppose you’ll have to do for now. Care to join me in a room?” "Smarter like you?" Myrnin questioned, lips pursed together as he considered what Sherlock had said. One thing he'd noticed ... "You're amazing at not answering a question directly, for starters. Did you do that on purpose or by habit?" The small boy looked back up at the detective again, both eyebrows rising as he called attention to what he had done. But he seemed to drop it a second later. If Sherlock was as smart as he said than he'd just find another way of avoiding why he'd been surprised for a few milliseconds when they'd shaken hands. "Fine," said the kid. "I can do a room." He turned on his heals, heading for the hallway. "But you're picking the door, since you're so smart." (Room ideas?)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 19, 2019 3:18:37 GMT -5
"Wha... food? Really?" Arlo almost laughed at the ridiculous image forming in her mind. "Wish I could have seen that." She didn't remember it, so she figured she hadn't blinked into it. Or hadn't yet. It sounded like it would have been pretty fun. "The last one was kinda cool though- well, not the beard, but a few days ago I met a girl on the island, and when I blinked in yesterday she came with me." She'd heard that multiple people sometimes came from the same worlds, but she hadn't expected to find another blinker from her own world, especially not from the island.
"Hmm..." Arlo stood up, still holding the paper plane, and slowly turned in a circle as she looked around at their surroundings. "This is the third time I've been in a forest room... The first one had dinosaurs in it and we had to hide in a restaurant, but I'm not sure how we got out, and the other one was that weird one we couldn't blink out of... We found an empty city and there were books that were connected to the ones in the living room... I'm not really sure what the House wants us to do."
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Post by Auransky on Apr 19, 2019 17:10:05 GMT -5
Rowlin kept walking, her nod confirming her familiarity was response enough. He couldn't help but glimpse up in thought trying to depict the fire bird, it sounded like a phoenix-a big one at best. But for it to not know if it was causing damage? That sounded like being lost and scared. He refrained from asking further, Objection to form He shrugged with a clueless expression, "I dunno-I was following you." He admitted. "Only got ahead to keep talking, ya know?" He really wasn't even sure why he was walking backwards either. Habit? I agree entirely, why should you tell me anything? He completely agreed. Now he turned so that he could walk down the hall with his attention straight ahead. He listened keenly to her steps, keeping a pace that was one of nuetral spacing. He couldn't help but smile, his back turned to her as he proceeded down the hall. "Fair enough, you got me." he raised his hands in the air. "But I will also commend you, in rebounding with a clear mindset." He started to lightly applaud. "A common fault is desire. We get so caught up in something that we just have to know." He raised a hand and starting waving it in no particular flow. "In the attention and desire to understand something, we ignore the minor details. In this case, the exchange of information." He tilted his head to the left to rest it against his raised shoulder. "Some situations, or desires are never met because we spend our whole lives overlooking the little details that could have made it possible. In other instances we jump so far and fail to realize that there could have been an easier way." He slowed down even more, the further into the hall they got the dimmer the peripheral of the surrounding area. To anyone with night vision, or enhanced vision the room dimming was a simple brief notice. After the room reached the level of darkness for human vision, Rowlin stopped entirely, turning to face Ononoki once more. His expression was a tad surprised as he looked up and around the room. "Oh dear, maybe we should turn back?" He couldn't help but wonder. He crossed his arms, and briefly buried his chin into his chest. In ponder he spoke up, "When I was a kid, I used to be terrified of the dark. Pa always told me there was nothing to fear, unless I was up to no good. If I didn't have a reason to be out, or was in places that I clearly shouldn't be, then trouble certainly would come find me." He closed his eyes now still in his ponder. "Growing up in the frontier, it's strange. To say you are afraid of the dark, but to be immersed in it all the time after the sun goes down, and certainly before it returns." He paused briefly to listen to the silence, aside from the two present. "It took a while but I came to ponder, and with a clear head I came to reevaluate my fear of the dark." He lifted his head, then opened his eyes. In the darkness, his bright green gaze became a light source. "Was I really afraid of the dark?" he tilted his head in one direction, with his hand he extended it, as if reach out towards Ononoki. "Or, could it be that I was afraid of what lurked within it?" He tilted his head in the other direction in a rather slow motion. His expression had gone from engaging curiosity, to a serous nuetral one. The room had somehow dimmed beyond the darkness it was currently at. The feeling of the two walls was fading, the ceiling above their heads, that feeling was becoming distant. The floor they were standing on, was diminishing to the point that they were just standing on nothing. By this point entirely the hall was gone, the feeling of enclosement was replaced with nothing. "What are you?" Rowlin softly spoke again, standing right across from Ononoki, nothing in view. "A question that needs something more." He added, with his second hand he started to tap his cheek with his index finger. "Or maybe it needs to be changed entirely..." He softly pondered. "Perhaps, 'Do you really exist?'" Shortly after his statement, his bright gaze was dimming as well. The short distance between the two was suddenly growing distant, his outline too vanishing from her perception. In the far distant there was a new outline, a shadowy distorted outline. The distorted figure was flickering between a blur and a humanoid figure. Silently it stood at a distance, flickering in distortion. After standing there it silently started to approach, the flickering distortion continuing. As it approached, it started to take on a form; between the flickering, blur and distortion, there was an image forming. It was one of familiarity, but difficult to pinpoint between the flickering and distortion. What could be made out in between was a women with long wavy long brown hair and orange eyes.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 19, 2019 18:38:00 GMT -5
Ougi blinked into the Paradox House and skidded to a halt, having been walking around a corner. It was as though what was around the corner in her world turned into this place all of a sudden, rather than being a regular old classroom. Her upperclassmen were no longer there, and she frowned in clear disappointment. "Oh, well," she said aloud to herself, turning in a circle. There seemed to be no one to bother at the moment, but that was all right. Someone would come along, and they would be at the mercy of her pestering. Something about Ougi's expressions, and the way she moved, had changed slightly over the past few blinks. It was as though the aura around her wobbled and moved on its own more than usual. But then again, this could be passed over from first glance and probably wasn't more noticeable than her general creepy vibe. She plopped down on the couch with a sigh, flaring her skirt out with her hands first so it lay flat under her.
(I'll get to ononoki soon //eyes)
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 19, 2019 20:46:05 GMT -5
The shadows collapsed across Ononoki's face as she tilted her head upward to look at him. His explanation that he had been the one following her, and not the other way around, gave way to no reassessment of her actions. She kept walking, possibly reconsidering while doing so but showing no signs of it. There was little ever about Ononoki's body language or expressions that revealed whether she enjoyed something or despised it; this wasn't the same thing as such feelings not existing. At least on the outside, she was a perfect embodiment of impartiality, like a shrine one could always visit knowing their words were going somewhere other than just to themselves. This was what was happening in the hallway, as Rowlin voiced his thoughts on the matter of faults. Ononoki wasn't faultless. Her exterior was indeed perfect, as if designed to be cute and enjoyable to be around whether you were a fan of her orange-and-green aesthetic or not. Even her unnaturally plain movements were not standoffish. But just as it was possible--yet rare--for her to lose a battle, it was possible for her to know fear. Her cheerful appearance seemed to be absorbed by the shadows that caved in around them, bringing everything into a dim light. They cast over her face and her green eyes glared through, the bright iris's most vacant and manufactured nature coming to the surface. If Ononoki really were a robot, this would be her shutting down. But she didn't shut down. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as what was ahead of her became unclear. Rather, it was what was soon clarified that caused her to grow nervous. Her expression did not alter whatsoever other than a faint raise of the eyebrows, and the most telling sign that something was off was that her yellow galoshes halted and brought themselves beside each other. The form was indeed familiar to her. The senior of Kaiki, Oshino, and her master. The senior of her creators, who had merely brought her into existence out of their own sheer boredom. Normally, she wouldn't be frightened of them. But this person was different. "Gaen..." She spoke as if from a recording. There was not even a hint of wistfulness. Instead, it was said more like 'oh, you're here'. She was expecting Izuko Gaen to do something, or say what she wanted from the doll. Surely there were orders. If not, it was preparing to be all the more unnerving of an encounter. The fingers on her right hand twitched. "...Where is Row?" Her head didn't so much as tilt, staying fastened on her shoulders and staring straight ahead. If she called, maybe he would simply return to where he had stood in front of her. That was the hope, at least.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 20, 2019 0:28:21 GMT -5
"-kay, maybe you were right," murmured Arlo as she appeared, walking with a half eaten granola bar in her hand. She stopped quickly to avoid running into the doorframe and looked around. It looked like there was only one other blinker there so far- a girl she didn't really recognize. She was sitting on the couch and didn't appear to be too bothered by the fact that she was in the House, so Arlo figured she wasn't new. After a few moments pause, Arlo walked over to her. "Hi," she said quietly, "I don't remember seeing you here before, I'm Arlo."
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 20, 2019 0:38:11 GMT -5
Ougi turned her head down when Arlo appeared, looking down her nose at the kid with a smirk. She had seen this kid around; or was she just familiar because she had seen someone very similar yet older around? The student couldn't help but chuckle in amusement at the sudden stop in avoiding the doorframe. At least she wouldn't make fun of kids out loud... not usually, that is. "Hi," she greeted in return, holding out her hand to shake. Her actual hand wasn't visible of course, covered by her too-long sleeve of her school uniform. "I'm Ougi. Oshino Ougi." She was always sure to introduce herself in relation to Oshino, even when he wasn't around nor anyone who knew him. It was simply a habit turned into a ritual, as if the one time she didn't do so would end with her disappearing from all worlds. Thanks to Oshino, she existed. She didn't mention that Arlo seemed familiar, but she was inwardly parsing where that familiarity came from. Instead, she started more innocuous small talk like anyone should with a kid. "Have you been appearing here for a long time?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 20, 2019 14:07:34 GMT -5
Kelsier felt the air shift before he knew what had happened. It was his reflexes that that got him out of the way in time as both Maladict and the wolves moved, seemingly at the same time. He threw himself to the side and immediately felt long fangs sink into his arm as yet another wolf attacked, and he let out a yell of pain and anger as dark red stained his cloak. At least now I know where one of you are.The mistborn drew his glass dagger and plunged it into the air he guessed the wolf’s throat was, and he felt the thing fall off his arm just in time to turn and slash at the next pair of eyes coming for him. He missed, ducked, and rolled to the side, burning tin as he tried to guess where the next one was by the sound of its paws on the grass as he came up and slashed again, this time his glass blade hitting something midair that yelped and and dropped heavily away from him. In the chaos he had lost track of Maladict, but now he saw him. “Mal, are you all right?” He called over the growls, his dagger still moving constantly back and forth in front of him as a sort of failsafe, in case he didn’t hear one coming in time. "Fine!" said Maladict. He was bleeding just a little from his arm, but he hadn't noticed. He turned back to what he was doing when he saw Kelsier was handling himself well. Good. He'd been concerned the mistborn wasn't a fighter. While he'd been distracted, a wolf aimed for his legs and Maladict manged to guess where it was (mostly from the slight gleam of eyes out of the corner of his vision). He grabbed it ... but only manged to catch the tail. The wolf bucked while another leaped and caught Mal in the face. The vampire tossed the first away, but couldn't mange to do it very hard as the other scrabbled to bit him - somewhere, anywhere. Mal pulled this one off too and tossed it away. "Run?" he suggested. Sure, they might just run into more, but it was better than no plan at all. Kelsier was forced to turn away before he could see what happened to Maladict next, his spinning dagger sliding off the slick coat of one of the wolves as it’s enormous paws hit him square in the chest as he turned to face it. He opened his mouth but nothing escaped as the air was knocked from his lungs, and he went down, landing hard on his back with the weight of the canine above him. He barely had time to shield his throat before deep wounds appeared on both arms, staining his already torn gray cloak like a sunset in a storm. The mistborn gritted his teeth against the pain and punched the air until his fist hit the snarling muzzle. Then he swung again and again in rapid succession until he could get enough space to fold his legs and kick the wolf off of him. He rolled quickly to the side and heard paws hit the space he’d just been, and he slashed, hitting flesh. He scrambled to his feet and kicked at random just in case, hitting nothing but air. “Run.” He agreed, and kicked again, this time rewarded by a loud yelp as something running at him was hit in the nose. Then he turned and ran for it, stabbing and kicking here and there where he was attacked, until he made it to the edge and ran.
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Post by Ver Million on Apr 20, 2019 14:10:33 GMT -5
(Heeeey cx what's going on?)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 20, 2019 14:15:33 GMT -5
Sherlock nodded. Coming from another kid Myrnin’s current age, he would have been fairly impressed at how well that covered the concept of the House’s time. From Myrnin, however, he had expected no less. “Correct.” The detective waved a hand to indicate the room in general. “Time, while it isn’t completely meaningless here, is unpredictable. You can’t say whether the next time you see me I’ll have aged fifty years or not a day, and I can’t tell if whether the next time I blink in I’ll know anyone here anymore. It’s chaotic and almost impossible to predict, so I wouldn’t recommend trying, unless you’re a lot smarter than the average being.” The detective turned and his hand tilted down towards the younger blinker, his eyes moving to search the dirty face and the expression underneath. “My friend ran into some of those time shenanigans unfortunately, so it might be a while before I see him again, but like I said, you’re a lot like him, so I suppose you’ll have to do for now. Care to join me in a room?” "Smarter like you?" Myrnin questioned, lips pursed together as he considered what Sherlock had said. One thing he'd noticed ... "You're amazing at not answering a question directly, for starters. Did you do that on purpose or by habit?" The small boy looked back up at the detective again, both eyebrows rising as he called attention to what he had done. But he seemed to drop it a second later. If Sherlock was as smart as he said than he'd just find another way of avoiding why he'd been surprised for a few milliseconds when they'd shaken hands. "Fine," said the kid. "I can do a room." He turned on his heals, heading for the hallway. "But you're picking the door, since you're so smart." (Room ideas?) Sherlock glanced over his shoulder, grinning at the boy. “Exactly.” He did have a reason for avoiding the question, besides the suspense. He wasn’t certain what would happen if he told this Myrnin about the other Myrnin, and while he wasn’t really worried about the timeline or whatever it was people seemed to freak out about, he did want to see if the boy would figure it out on his own. Would the House give him hints? If this was another one of its games, it would probably make it possible to solve, and if Sherlock took himself out of the equation, maybe it would find another way. He also wanted to see what Myrnin as a kid was like, and having him know the context of their relationship might mess that up. He turned back to the hallway, his grin turning to a smirk as the newer blinker wisely seemed to realize it was useless to ask for a straight answer. He didn’t bother with answering the question at all, since they both knew he wasn’t going to give the actual information anyway. He chuckled at the blunt command. “Well, can’t argue with that, eh?” He said teasingly, and chose a door at random, pulling it open with a flourish and and a bow. “After you then, Amico.”
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Apr 20, 2019 15:13:33 GMT -5
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Post by Ver Million on Apr 20, 2019 16:29:09 GMT -5
"–pay the little runt a visit." Greed demanded with the casual wave of his hand. When he didn't find himself staring at his loyal Chimeras, his face scrunched up with dismay. Back at the strange House once more? "What a pain..." He sighed and scratched the back of his head, freezing when he recognized the purple haired lady with a...beard. He blinked slowly, but shrugged. Oh, well. More power to her.
"Hey! You're, uh, Nectar? Neptunia? I'll get it someday. Anyways, mind giving me the details on what's going on?" He asked, not noticing the bushy beard he possessed.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 20, 2019 16:36:28 GMT -5
Touka blinked into the beard room, right in the middle of pouring a large cup of coffee. Of course, the House decided to blink in the pot and not the cup, so before she could stop it, half the little coffee pot’s contents had splashed all over the shiny linoleum floor of...whatever room this was supposed to be. “And if you want any sug...oh.” She straightened up, holding the coffee pot at eye level, then rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Thanks, House...” Taking it in stride, she set the pot down on the coffee table and stretched, then collapsed onto the nearest couch, heaving a sigh. “What room is this even supposed to be, anyway...” she wondered out loud, bringing a hand to her chin. ...Her fuzzy chin. “The hell...?” she muttered, grabbing one of the many hand mirrors available in this room and holding it up to her face. Alarmingly, she was now sporting a stylized goatee, complete with a very small handlebar mustache. “Well, that’s horrifying,” she said, setting down the mirror again. “Really, House, why? Just...why?”
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