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Post by Ver Million on Apr 20, 2019 17:19:35 GMT -5
“Nah. This is my first one. But the little squirt was right; it seems pretty harmless.” Greed shook his head, his eyes wandering around the room until it landed on a mirror. He swore quietly when he found himself staring into his reflection. “Not bad...maybe I should grow one sometime. I’ll ask Bido and the others what they think.” He stroke his beard, grinning. “Or does it look too unprofessional? What do you think?”
His voice faltered when another blinker appeared—oh, what a beautiful woman. He raised his eyebrows before winning at Touka.
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Post by Auransky on Apr 20, 2019 17:23:38 GMT -5
The distorted figure had stopped, still flickering but not responding to the question at hand. It stood in a stiff like manor, its blur figure generally facing Ononoki who was not too far away. Visibility was still poor despite the presence of the figure up ahead. "Is that her name?" Rowlin leaned forward from behind Ononoki,softly asking her with curiosity. There was light visibility between her and himself. "Gaen?" He softly added to his question, his own green gaze engaged in the distorted figure up ahead. He leaned back, standing upright, a few steps behind Ononoki. His gaze remained on the flickering figure up ahead. "If you don't mind me asking?" He softly addressed Ononoki, his gaze still fixed on the distortion up ahead. "What is the meaning behind Devil Boy?" He raised a curious brow, before returning his attention towards the distorted flickering human like blur. The blue was flickering between the human outline, the women, distortion, and blur. This time in between the shifting there was a faint image of a male slender figure with gray eyes. He had black hair, and part of it covering his right eyes. Rowlin frowned a bit, turning his head away. "-Actually, don't answer that." He interjected himself. He moved onto a different topic,"You appear to carry a large database, mind informing me about anything you know on living shadows?" He asked. He couldn't help but raise a hand, "I promise, I'm answering your question."
The figure in the distance was starting to fade. As it was slowly dematerializing the hall's visibility was returning. The ground they were standing on was the floor they were standing on before. The two walls to the sides were back, and the feeling of being indoors was returning. The room was naturally dark, even without the prior alternation.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 20, 2019 17:37:59 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."
"Vyra?" asked Kid, curious. He vaguely remembered there had been another girl who had blinked in for Arlo's word. He blinked, thinking about the other time he'd entered a room they couldn't blink out of. "Ah," he said. "I know a bit about those. Sometimes there are just rooms that are slightly strange that way. Or ... I don't think your older self considered them rooms at all." He frowned, thinking back. "So one them are just ... they almost tell you more about the Paradox House in that one place more than any of the countless other rooms together. The rooms you and I are used to almost tell you more about yourself while the ones where we can't blink out tell something about the House." His frown had deepened. "But the books were connected to the living room?" He remembered the neighborhood and the photos which had been them ... but weren't. They were just a bit off. The other him, who wore all black, standing for a picture beside people he almost knew. "The other 'room' like that I've been in. It was connected in some way back to the House. But ..." But the Danny from there, hardly living, had made it sound like the Mansion had been another House. But then again, it could just have been a House created person. He shook the thought away. "It's a mystery. Want to explore this room?"
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Post by Ver Million on Apr 20, 2019 18:17:23 GMT -5
"A puzzle?" Greed clicked his tongue. He was never good at those kind of things. Sure, he wasn't a complete knucklehead like Sloth or Gluttony, but he didn't always have the patience to sit down and attempt to solve a riddle. The homunculus turned to Neb, frowning. "Don't know? Is that your way of telling me that it looks lame?" He hummed thoughtfully. Maybe the beard was over the top. "Eh. Whatever, I'll ask someone else."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 20, 2019 18:25:22 GMT -5
"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.” The young boy walked through the door with almost a skip in his step. Apparently not minding the fact that Sherlock was a grinning secret keeper. The room he entered wasn't at once very special. He looked around, but it just seemed to be a very large open plain of grass, like where he would take the sheep. There were a couple of dips and hills, but really the most remarkable thing about the place was that it had two containers filled with odd ... sticks? Myrnin wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to call them, but they were brightly colored. He leaned down to look at the box. Okay ... not sticks because they weren't made of wood. But maybe they were some sort of plant, because the containers had a lot of water in it. It was the first thing Myrnin could think of.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 20, 2019 18:35:00 GMT -5
"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.Maladict leaped. It wasn't neat, but it was higher than a human could jump and then he was running, stumbling here and there when he was sure he'd hit a wolf. Then he was running, hitting anything that brushed up against him and just kept moving. Oh, you could hear the wolves now. They were panting, glowing eyes at Kelsier and Maladict's heals. They were mad too, snarling and snapping and leaping at both blinkers when they could. Maladict swerved and then almost pulled to a stop. He'd missed when they'd left the part of cleared out forest and instead gone into the green forest again, but the terrain had changed to down hill. "Of course," Mal almost moaned, momentum still carrying him down hill with the wolves behind. The ground dropped away about a dozen yards head of Mal and Kelsier.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 20, 2019 18:36:16 GMT -5
Ononoki swayed forward faintly on her heels, as if to evade the voice behind her. Her shoulders rose ever so slightly toward her pointed ears. There was a faint panic seeping through her placid expression, but she did not move her feet. She understood now, that Gaen wasn't in control here. It was Rowlin. She wondered, what motivated him to try and frighten her? Whatever the case, it had worked. But now she slowly began to settle into her blank, completely non-emotive state. When he revoked his question about the nickname, she felt no need to address it. But she did stare ahead as the figure changed. In an instant, she mistook it for Araragi, but there was something off; it was someone she didn't quite recognize. The figure now seemed to be bothering Rowlin. "Who is that?" she murmured flatly. Instinctively, she walked forward a few paces to inspect further. His questioning prompted her to scan through her own memory, pulling up everything she knew about shadows as oddities. It was as though when he spoke those words, she could do nothing else but comply. "Shadows... There are many aberrations that take the form of shadows, nearly as many as those which hide in them. A living shadow is more commonly an existence relying on another, and it becomes entirely dependent on the laws and physics of the world around it in order to subvert those rules." Ironically, the most critical information she had was from Izuko Gaen herself: "...The most insidious type of shadow is that which comes from a mirror; it is the embodiment of something lacking. It is in direct opposition to what is already in existence. It creates illusions. It is misunderstood within the world of humans, and inevitably will seek to replace its counterpart." She didn't know why Gaen had given her this information. She most certainly didn't know that this type of being was right under her nose, in the Paradox House much less her own world. Its name was Oshino Ougi. Right now, she was wondering if Gaen had told her because she knew of the Paradox House, and of Rowlin. Was she supposed to eradicate him after all?
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 20, 2019 18:46:18 GMT -5
Touka glances at Neb and offered her a wave and a smile. She hadn’t met her before, but she looked like a sweet kid. She also looked completely ridiculous with that beard, but at the moment, that could go for all of them. She turned, attention drawn to the other blinker in the room, and she raised her own eyebrows, making eye contact with Greed. Sizing up this loud new blinker, who was already watching her, and... Was he...flirting...? “Uh...hey,” she said, raising her chin a little since she was so much shorter than him. First glance, she didn’t like him, but people could surprise her. She’s give him a shot. Not in the romance department. “Did you need something?”
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Post by Ver Million on Apr 20, 2019 19:48:03 GMT -5
“Nah, it’s nothing. I just enjoy being in the presence of beautiful women.” Greed gave Touka a toothy grin. “So...you come here often?” His cheerfulness wavered when he heard Neb’s question. Barber shop...those are the places where humans go to cut their hair. Realization dawned on him and he chuckled. “Guess were gonna have to shave our beards off to leave?”
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Post by Auransky on Apr 20, 2019 21:37:31 GMT -5
"S-Sorry..." He softly apologized, realizing that he might have stepped too far out of line. It wasn't something he would normally do, rather it was more like he got carried away in the moment. what a terrible first impression... He silently sat down now, one knee raised, the other leg extended outwards. Resting one hand against the raised knee he leaned forward. when asked who 'he was' Rowlin leaned his head against his risen knee. "Dunno, someone you probably know." He shrugged now, pulling his shoulders back. "If it played out long enough, we would of seen for sure who it was." He considered. It was still wrong of me to take this approach, but ...
Rowlin keenly listened to her explanation, it was one that seemed to get straight to the point. Impressed he tilted his head, sitting upright. "O-Okay, so you do understand a bit of that concept." With his free hand, he rested the bottom of his chin with an open palm. "Though, to subvert is one way of interpreting it." He blinked a few times, taking the explanation apart. "Shadows as you mentioned can be insidious, but maybe we can look at it through a different lens?" He paused briefly, the room was still dark but that had to do with how far down the hall they had gone. "In many scenarios violence arises between the collision of two conflicting ideas. One good, and one bad, and depending on which side you are on, you come to see the other side as the enemy." He tapped his knee lightly. "Remove the purpose, remove the beliefs, remove the objective and all you have left in its place is violence. "Without a purpose, we are left with destruction. Yet, if we remove the concept of destruction, then we are left with absolutely nothing." He slowly swayed his head in the other direction. "Depending on how you interpret actions of negativity, living shadows or, Shadow People, are the sole embodiment of destruction, chaos, vengeance, and fear. Yet it's more like a magnetic attraction to the sole base of the action in violence. Now add back beliefs, and perspectives and suddenly the shadows are malicious beings seeking to subvert the reality it is drawn into. Now add a host to the equation, a human with emotions, ideals, and beliefs. If shadows are to be intangible beings with power drawing from everyone basically around it, then being confined to a human being, how can a shadow convey its power?" He paused briefly, tapping his knee lightly some more. "Through the emotions of its other half. Laughter at the chaos, anger at its inability, joy at the suffering of others." He snapped his fingers, "But that's just another interpretation to our discussion. It really depends on how you come to see living shadows."
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 20, 2019 21:57:58 GMT -5
Ononoki didn't chastise Rowlin for going too far, but he didn't need to be told. If anything, the fact that he had crossed a line was made clearer by the fact that she didn't argue with his methods, because she had at least trusted him enough not to flee. The trust indeed wavered in that moment. She took a second to turn toward him, her back facing him for an extended moment as she stared at where the shadow person had been. The last appearance had perplexed her. When she finally turned, she strolled toward him slowly and sat there beside him on the floor. It was an accidental gesture of consolation. She tucked her dress under her and sat on her shins, placing her arms delicately in front of her. Her vacant stare happened to be directed at the wall opposite them as she listened to his explanation. She was growing more and more confident that this person was who Gaen had been hinting at, but the missing link was the one between this world and her own. Rowlin had even said that he didn't know Gaen, or this other shadowy figure. "You've done a lot of thinking about this, Big Brother Row. I only have one hypothesis about my own existence. But you do seem to overthink things a lot." She turned her head toward him slightly, but her eyes didn't swivel; they depended on the movement of her head like those of an owl. "If we follow that interpretation, then it would be a system of balance. But wouldn't you say that those things are already ingrained in people? When someone is in chaos, a part of them still laughs. When they are suffering, they do not lose all joy. In that way, as a separate entity you are merely a part of them.
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Post by Auransky on Apr 20, 2019 22:51:06 GMT -5
Rowling silently turned his head to follow the girl's movements. Watching her silently seat herself besides him, he couldn't help but respect her swift and perfect movements. His gaze lightened up, he lightly laughed. "You think so?" He referred to the comment about him over thinking things. She technically wasn't wrong. " Well, when you put it that way, you are right. We always strive for balance , but if everything were perfect then we'd probably grow bored of it. Yet, because of such complexities, we have the choice to decide how we want to approach our situations day to day. " he couldn't help but smile , the discussion was an enjoyable one. His gaze met her's. But"I guess if I were talking to someone else , I would need to seriously over think it." "Living shadows have been interpreted differently throughout time , and also depending on where." He nodded silently , " i hope that somewhat answers your question. "
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 20, 2019 23:44:16 GMT -5
Ononoki merely lowered her head slightly, her only signifier that she was validated in her comments. The angles of her head and her gaze were in disparity for once then; as she noticed him looking at her, she stared back. The green seemed to be a reflection of his own, but blank and empty. In reality, it was strange that she was right about any of this. She had strayed from defining oddities into defining human nature, something she should be no expert on. "I can't give you very accurate information," she admitted. "I don't know much about emotions. I don't know much about how humans feel, or about strife." Her hands still lay flat on the frills of her dress, her face vacant other than a twinge of her own form of emotion. It was the one that came through most often, akin to disgruntlement and noticeable by a faint lowering of the corners of her mouth. She didn't so much as furrow her eyebrows together though; her face wouldn't dare show any form of wear or true movement. The explanation had indeed answered her question, and she planned to keep it to herself. Besides, even if she didn't tell anyone, Gaen would be the first to know and by then it wouldn't matter. She wondered if this meant that Rowlin would be killed. "Aberrations exist because of the belief of others. You seem different. It is probably why you are so emotional and erratic," she assessed earnestly.
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Post by Auransky on Apr 21, 2019 0:14:50 GMT -5
"Maybe no one will ever be able provide an accurate explanation on emotions." He replied in a serious manor. There was something about her gaze that captivated him a little , it was synthetic yet real. " but if we sit here and streamline emotions , we certainly exclude just about every exception out there. It's actually better not to think about it. " he waved a light hand , as a dismissive gesture. "Well, anything that exists , exists for a reason. But, I'm not a living shadow, if that's what you are thinking. I was human, some hundred ish, maybe more ? " he paused to raise head in ponder. "I don't even pay attention to that detail, welp." He dismissed it with a shrug using the left shoulder, and briefly tilting his head to the right. "I am a vampire as you deduced in our previous encounter , it just happened that I inherited the abilities of a shadow person, er more like I was forced into a bind with one." He quickly interjected himself. He raised his hands , slowly waving them. "I'm not up to any trouble , just like yourself i deal with oddities , run a team and everything."
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 21, 2019 1:15:23 GMT -5
Ononoki stared at him and sat perfectly still, nearly becoming a statue next to Rowlin. The idea of not being able to provide an accurate explanation of something was foreign to her. Still, she wasn't one to argue with what she was told, especially when it pertained to a topic with which she had so little experience. Besides, he had just said it was better not to think about it. His explanation clarified things for her, and she assessed it without looking away but something changed in her gaze. She wasn't looking at him anymore, but through him while she pondered. "That explains it," she said simply. It explained why he seemed detached from the nature of an oddity, and why he seemed so erratic. "You deal with oddities..." That part caught her attention as well. She didn't say what she thought about it though, if she thought anything at all. Her thoughts were drawn to the oddity specialists she knew in her own world. Eventually, she stood, towering over him for once. She didn't turn though, as if she only had the power to bend her legs and not move her head or body. "You shouldn't worry about your identity here, Big Brother Row," she advised. "But, I will not tell anyone... I said with a posed look."
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Post by Auransky on Apr 21, 2019 4:41:54 GMT -5
Rowlin kept a positive expression, his eyes softening as the two continued their discussion. He finally collapsed the leg that had his knee raised, so that it could rest on the ground, parallel to his other leg. With both legs flat on the ground, he extended his hands outwards, then rested them on his legs. He happily nodded, "I do. It's a never ending learning experience. Aside from taking charge of a team, I also assure that our team keeps ties with sister teams around the world." He briefly closed his eyes, with a partial smile, one end of his jaw going higher then the other, "Never know when the world is gonna end." His facial expression relaxed now. "I do appreciate the reassurance though." He added now, taking a look up towards the ceiling. He fell silent, unsure on how to reply furhter. Don't worry about my identity... He pondered. "Thanks." Was all he could bring out after a brief pause. He felt assured, but at the same time still a little uncertain about his securities on the matters of identity.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 21, 2019 9:38:21 GMT -5
Touka rolled her eyes. Ok, she’d tried. She still really didn’t like this guy. “I agree with Creepface,” she said with a shrug, turning to address the little girl instead. “Looks like the House decided to give us free shaving lessons for...” She sighed. “Whatever reason the House does anything, I guess.” She picked up the nearest razor and held it up, narrowing her eyes at the mostly concealed blade. It couldn’t be that different from shaving your legs, right?
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 21, 2019 9:54:52 GMT -5
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.” The young boy walked through the door with almost a skip in his step. Apparently not minding the fact that Sherlock was a grinning secret keeper. The room he entered wasn't at once very special. He looked around, but it just seemed to be a very large open plain of grass, like where he would take the sheep. There were a couple of dips and hills, but really the most remarkable thing about the place was that it had two containers filled with odd ... sticks? Myrnin wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to call them, but they were brightly colored. He leaned down to look at the box. Okay ... not sticks because they weren't made of wood. But maybe they were some sort of plant, because the containers had a lot of water in it. It was the first thing Myrnin could think of. Sherlock stepped in after the boy, letting the door close and vanish behind him. They were in a huge open field. The medium long grass moved gently in the breeze, and the sky seemed huge, curving from horizon to horizon like a dome. He wasn’t used to that, having lived in London for so long, so for a moment he stood still and simply stared at it, mesmerized. Then he blinked and looked away, pulling his focus back to whatever this place was. Then he noticed what Myrnin already had, only he had a name for the things. He chuckled and approached the water, then stooped to retrieve two brightly colored plastic water guns from the grass. One red, one blue. “There’s probably a catch, but for now, d’you know how to play?” He asked, and turned, tossing the red toy towards the smaller blinker. “You’d better dry me off before I go back, alright House, I’d rather not explain to the queen why I’m suddenly soaked if it’s all the same to you.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 21, 2019 10:03:03 GMT -5
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.Maladict leaped. It wasn't neat, but it was higher than a human could jump and then he was running, stumbling here and there when he was sure he'd hit a wolf. Then he was running, hitting anything that brushed up against him and just kept moving. Oh, you could hear the wolves now. They were panting, glowing eyes at Kelsier and Maladict's heals. They were mad too, snarling and snapping and leaping at both blinkers when they could. Maladict swerved and then almost pulled to a stop. He'd missed when they'd left the part of cleared out forest and instead gone into the green forest again, but the terrain had changed to down hill. "Of course," Mal almost moaned, momentum still carrying him down hill with the wolves behind. The ground dropped away about a dozen yards head of Mal and Kelsier. Kelsier risked turning his head slightly as he ran, and his hazel eyes found Maladict’s pale face as the vampire streaked along next to him. Which was impressive, considering that Kelsier was currently burning pewter to increase his speed and stamina, and a regular human would have struggled even to reach this speed, let alone keep it. He tucked that away st the back of his mind to think about when he wasn’t about to be torn limb from limb. He could feel the hot breath at his heels, hear the panting and snarling as the canine’s kept pace, and he threw every ounce of concentration into moving faster and faster, until stopping would no longer be an easy thing to do. He heard the moan too late and felt himself tilt, and suddenly he wasn’t forcing his upper body forwards anymore. His mouth slipped open in a wordless groan as the hill took any chance he’d had of stopping away from him, and he hurtled forward, no longer in control of his speed or his pewter. “We’re going to have to jump!” He shouted over the wind that stole his words as soon as they left his lips. He trusted Maladict could hear him.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 21, 2019 12:46:42 GMT -5
Ononoki stared over Rowlin's head, as if letting him assume she were still acknowledging him even though she wasn't looking at him. She was oblivious to social gestures in a way where it wouldn't work to explain them, even if one tried. She would be able to replicate the physical movements, yes, but without meaning behind them she would surely use them inappropriately anyway. She registered his comment about the world ending as him accepting his place. Whether it was the right impression or not, she got the feeling that he had some sense of belonging in his own world. She wondered if that was more or less like being a living shadow. Speaking of pleasantries, she didn't respond to his thank-you. Instead, she turned and began walking without him. The darkness that had frightened her with its forms earlier was neutralized to her now that she knew Gaen was not really here. She surely would hold some kind of grudge for what Rowlin had done, allowing that to show already in her willingness to start walking while he was still seated. Of course, Ononoki's slowed steps said that she assumed he would follow. "If you get into fights here, it will only be more obvious what you are. Like when you got into a fight with the others before," she warned. She could have been suggesting that he let her fight instead, or that he be more amicable. But what was odd about Ononoki was that even with her strange demeanor and inability to communicate properly with most people, the most obvious solution of avoiding the others entirely did not come to mind. She walked slowly down the hall, her yellow galoshes landing one in front of the other as her turquoise pigtails swayed. Then, a new question: "...How did you know about Gaen?"
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Post by Auransky on Apr 21, 2019 19:46:51 GMT -5
Rowlin relaxed a bit, given the silence between the two now, it seemed like either she was thinking or simply choosing not to reply. Regardless, Rowlin was seated in a relaxed manor, he was too busy engaging int the discussion. He watched the girl silently stand up. He couldn't help but blink. Seeing her turn away from him, he silently rose then briefly adjusted his attire before walking after her. She brought up an important point, Fights don't help, that much I can agree with.. He acknowledged. "Y-Yea.." He let out a cheesy laugh. "I wasn't trying to fight." He admitted. "Just defending myself in a non aggressive way.." He further added, keeping pace after her. "But, even if I am forced into a fight, there are plenty of other approaches to the situation. Vampires have an array of abilities. For ourselves, vampires carry different abilities so some can use a particular element, others can shape shift, and in instances such as myself, illusions." A big white rose manifested in his hand, granted Ononoki was walking up ahead so it might have been pointless. "As for the individual you call, Gaen." he took a moment to sniff the flower, it was fresh as though recently bloomed. "I don't know the individual. The individual came from you, or in this case your response to them. Can I really call it your emotions?" He questioned, it was strange. She acted in her own way, but in the emotions department, it seemed like she had them but not in the way that everyone normally would. "You seem to react strongly to that individual, and hence the individual appeared before you." he explained the earlier encounter. "You were asking me an important question, and the best way to answer it in this case was to demonstrate." He addressed and tried to remedy his earlier actions. "I only have a name, because you gave it to me."
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Apr 21, 2019 20:15:15 GMT -5
( hello everyone Is this the beard room still? )
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Post by Auransky on Apr 21, 2019 20:31:02 GMT -5
((Hello! The beard room should still be active. ^)
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 21, 2019 20:40:04 GMT -5
(hey aves! I think some people are in the beard room rn, rowlin and ononoki are just in the hallway though)
"Don't misunderstand me," Ononoki informed him, "I am not a pacifist." She simply stared ahead in a placid manner as she said it, walking at her normal pace as she noticed that he had gotten to his feet and begun to follow. Her arms swayed slightly along the ruffles of her orange dress. "But if you keep getting into fights in this particular place, something bad will happen to you." The phrasing suggested a little too much a sense of knowing, as though she had already begun to parse secrets from the Paradox House that it would only tell her in particular. When he had caught up and they were walking in step, she did turn her head and look at the flower. "You can call it whatever you like. You noticed that I don't show emotions the way people do. But that doesn't mean I don't have them, I think." She said it in a straightforward way. It didn't have any hints of nihilism, or seem to express that she preferred logic over emotion. She simply never learned to express emotion, and had no need for it. The specialists seemed to be satisfied with her absence of expression; besides, she could still look cute without it. She tilted her head down ever so slightly and closed her eyes, almost in a pouting gesture as he mentioned demonstrating his illusions. She wasn't about to go into why Gaen had appeared for her; for once, something was none of his business. Her bangs cast a shadow over her face as she opened her eyes again and kept her head turned toward him and the flower. "You know, the second person who appeared is a vampire as well," she murmured ominously. "...I said with a posed look."
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Apr 21, 2019 21:22:12 GMT -5
(Oh sweet, thanks. Do you guys care if I drop someone in the hall with your characters? I have my usuals i could blink in, plus a newbie if you wanted. Dont want to interrupt anything tho)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 21, 2019 21:41:55 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you," Arlo replied. She glanced at Ougi's hand-well, sleeve- uncertainly, remembering what had happened when she'd tried to shake Combeferre's hand. He hadn't seemed to to have been affected by Arlo's powers, but she was still a bit worried. Maybe it would be okay since Ougi's sleeve was over her hand? Finally Arlo shook the older girl's hand. Something about her aura or energy or whatever it was felt a little bit different, but that didn't really mean anything to Arlo, most of the people she'd met in the House so far weren't exactly normal, even if they appeared to be. "Not really," Arlo started, then paused. Sure, she could have been asking how long she'd been there because she hadn't seen her before, but it seemed like most people asked Arlo that question because they remembered the other Arlo. "Well, not yet at least. In my world I started blinking about two months ago."
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