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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 7, 2019 16:53:29 GMT -5
(Hiding out in the library. Freezing. Lurking as well. Any way I can relief your boredom?)
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jun 7, 2019 17:52:32 GMT -5
Sky nodded. Then, she thought for a second, an idea dawning on her face. "Wait, what if he- or she- lives in the castle? They would know where the stones are. We should try to follow them!" Sky's eyes shone, and she looked where the person in armor had gone. "It would speed things up a lot. After all, we have no leads in this room, save for the cookbook and ingredients. It would take too much time to look for each individually."
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Post by Protractor on Jun 7, 2019 17:57:06 GMT -5
(Ok,my lack of self awareness has left me lost.Anywhere I can throw Cultist?
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 7, 2019 19:31:10 GMT -5
@/falcon - man I was avoiding Nose but,, Brono? I- aves what))
(okay listen here, I didn't even pick Avery so you can't count on me to come up with decent nicknames xD I managed to land one for Shade but that was years ago lol )
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 7, 2019 20:46:34 GMT -5
Mini Myrnin | Futuristic Room "Cookie?" questioned Myrnin, with at least as much interest as he'd discovered coffee with. Now faced with something apparently sweet instead of bitter, he looked at the box that Hange was offering and didn't hesitate to take one. He knew what sweet was. It was berries and things like that. Sweet enough to make him happy and he'd pick them whenever he found them. They weren't around now of course, because it was Winter. But now he got a sweet! He put the flat disc in his mouth and started chewing ... And then he spat it out, mouth puckering up as if he'd had something terrible. "Ick!" he exclaimed. "That's ... that's ..." The only nearby water was the toxic stuff, but Myrnin almost went for it. He swallowed several times but it still didn't get the taste out. "That's way too sweet!" He said to Hange, shaking his head. (Mini Myrnin and Major Myrnin are in one mind about oreos.) I missed your reply sorry mint!) Hange stared at the young boy as he took a bite of the cookie, expecting him to light up when he realized how tasty it was. What they got instead, though, was a twisted-up face of pure disgust as Myrnin expressed his dislike for the strange cookies. “Really?” they queried, taking another cookie from the box and nibbling on it to make sure the one they’d had before hadn’t been an anomaly. “How surprising - in my experience, children are very fond of sweets.”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 8, 2019 0:02:42 GMT -5
@/mint - uh oops I vanished,, but uh not really! Whenever you’re free for the doc but so sweat either way @/falcon - PFF,, well shit we all suck at this naming process apparently....how exactly do all of us have so many??))
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 8, 2019 9:26:01 GMT -5
Des! I’m late, but I’m glad to see you, I've missed you. Nicknames nicknames nicknames....En? Enno? You have “three” in your pronoun list. ))
Cas blinked out before he could decide what to do about the coffee. The cup fell from the place his hand had been and smashed on the floor, coffee and ceramic pieces spreading as one across the floor.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 8, 2019 11:59:12 GMT -5
Hey Hawk! How’s life man?? Hehe I see a certain angle man too I’m excited!))
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 8, 2019 17:21:37 GMT -5
Life’s not bad! Plans for the summer are slowly coming together, so that’ll be nice. How’s life been to you? Also YES I love a Castiel. If I can ever get the docs to work for me I'll toss him in there ))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 8, 2019 17:51:38 GMT -5
(Ok,my lack of self awareness has left me lost.Anywhere I can throw Cultist? (You can toss them into the Castle room. The room is just a medieval castle. When your character blinks in, they appear in medieval clothing as well. Currently, they're in a kitchen.)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 8, 2019 18:03:14 GMT -5
Life’s not bad! Plans for the summer are slowly coming together, so that’ll be nice. How’s life been to you? Also YES I love a Castiel. If I can ever get the docs to work for me I'll toss him in there )) Nice nice! Eh, p good but wishing I could be around more. Oml hell yeah! What’s up with it not working??))
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Post by Protractor on Jun 8, 2019 18:50:46 GMT -5
(Ok,my lack of self awareness has left me lost.Anywhere I can throw Cultist? (You can toss them into the Castle room. The room is just a medieval castle. When your character blinks in, they appear in medieval clothing as well. Currently, they're in a kitchen.) (Ight,Cultist is gonna be so poed lol
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 8, 2019 18:54:11 GMT -5
Life’s not bad! Plans for the summer are slowly coming together, so that’ll be nice. How’s life been to you? Also YES I love a Castiel. If I can ever get the docs to work for me I'll toss him in there )) Nice nice! Eh, p good but wishing I could be around more. Oml hell yeah! What’s up with it not working??)) (Mostly it just tells me I need to get the app, except I already got it? I suck at all things tech so I mayyyyy just be missing something really obvious hfff )
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 8, 2019 20:51:37 GMT -5
Nice nice! Eh, p good but wishing I could be around more. Oml hell yeah! What’s up with it not working??)) (Mostly it just tells me I need to get the app, except I already got it? I suck at all things tech so I mayyyyy just be missing something really obvious hfff ) oo gotcha! If you’re on your phone I could always just share it with your actual email if you’re comfortable with that! Or I think there’s a way to cheat around that pop up but I don’t remember how I did it pFF))
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 8, 2019 23:16:59 GMT -5
I think I’m in? Depends whether you can see me or not I guess hff hopefully))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 9, 2019 5:56:54 GMT -5
</div>"I like sweets," confirmed Myrnin. "But that's, like, normal sweet. Berry sweet. Fruit sweet. That's ... bleck sweet." He stuck out his tongue. "How can ya eat that stuff? It takes all weird." Apparently the pallet of a child from a time older than the cookies was not refined enough to enjoy something made of pure sugar. "W-what were you doing before I came out here?" Myrnin decided to ask. He didn't want to offend Hange by not liking the cookies they clearly liked. <Raintalon>
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jun 9, 2019 21:18:17 GMT -5
(Summer is good... busy... dramatic... as you can see I’m in and out asdfghjl hope you’re doing well des!!)
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jun 9, 2019 21:32:38 GMT -5
(Since there haven’t been many posts I’ll keep ononoki blinked in)
Ononoki allowed herself to be guided by Sky, taking refuge behind the bag of potatoes. She didn’t so much as crouch though, as if only standing in the designated spot were enough. She was less of a neutral party than she used to be, now agreeing with The Doctor by default. If her and Sky went first, Ononoki would find out if this mysterious entity were dangerous without having to risk herself. “Let’s find out,” she said, not bothering to lower her voice. She usually had a soft voice anyway, but it could have been more discreet. Plus, she had to add on her unnecessary ending. “...I said with a posed look.” Her yellow galoshes finally moved again as she started to walk toward the direction of the sound, her eyes vacantly turned forward.
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Post by Auransky on Jun 9, 2019 22:46:07 GMT -5
Elliot was further captivated by the moving images inside the frame. Each scene had different scenes, people and actions. The lighting changed and almost everything seemed too rapid. Initially, it was too difficult to keep up. After a bit longer, keeping up with the images was not so difficult. He watched with less issues, curious to the magic behind the moving image s and the sound emitting from above and to the sides of the frame. The only thing he could compare the moving images too was a sort of magic used in water and crystals , otherwise all of it was unfamiliar to him.
On top of the television screen was a sound bar, with two square speakers both settled on the right and left of the screen.
One of the moving images had people getting inside a plastic looking box, which moved using round wheels. He leaned to his right trying to find horses, but not finding any. they seemed to maneuver the horse with a strange lever molded in a circle. He raised a brow lose in the moment of confusion.
His eyes turned to see the other individual speaking. Elliot was very captivated by the box that he had entirely forgotten about the angel. What a bafflement of events.
Then the apology came up from earlier, he blinked a bit turning his head away as if looking around the area. "Don't spend such energy on an unnecessary apology." He softly replied. The next question did have him jerking his head slightly back, "N-No, this is everything out of even my understanding. I have seen other worlds as well and even those worlds do not compare in anything this place holds."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 10, 2019 0:44:23 GMT -5
While whoever that was had passed, The Doctor had remained out in the garden, back pressed against the wall so not to be seen. She had no idea what they had been. She'd heard armor clank - and after a couple of blinkers had appeared with armor she knew what that sounded like. But as soon as it sounded like the others had showed themselves she rounded the corner and looked in the direction the sound had gone. "What were those?" she questioned. Her voice was very curious. She'd wanted to see what they were but hadn't wanted to risk the others' safety. She looked between Ononoki and Sky and then shrugged. "It's a possibility. We haven't seen anyone living here yet, but I don't see why there shouldn't be. Which way?"
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jun 10, 2019 15:10:04 GMT -5
"Let's follow Ononoki." Sky said, before speed-walking after her. She couldn't help marveling at the halls, the tapestries... It's like Hogwarts so much... Sky thought to herself, surprised. I didn't realize Muggle castles looked so similar... Soon, she saw a glint of silver in a distant hall. She quickened, excitement coursing through her. Sky was soon running forward, adrenaline making her faster, until she was mere steps away from the armor. She smiled triumphantly, but it soon turned into a frown, as the armor slowly turned to look at her. "Note to self- stop rushing..." She whispered, eyes wide.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 10, 2019 15:27:21 GMT -5
(Summer is good... busy... dramatic... as you can see I’m in and out asdfghjl hope you’re doing well des!!) O no,, hopefully no bad drama too stressful! Life’s pretty good down here man! In and out on my end too which sucks but it’s all fine!))
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 10, 2019 15:57:45 GMT -5
Kelsier blinked in, hands clenched at his sides, his usual playful smile gone from his lips. His hazel eyes burned as he stared at something below him that was no longer there, and the strips of his mistcloak twirled around him as though he’d been standing in a strong wind. He didn’t move as he registered the shift in his surroundings. Blood and anger coursed as one through his veins, freezing him to the spot, as though by ignoring the House he expected to escape it. Finally he shifted and turned away from the spot the scene had been moments before. He wasn’t in the living room this time. Instead vines covered the walls, and as he finally turned to take in the small room, he realized he wasn’t alone. He didn’t recognize the boy, but that didn’t mean his muscles didn’t tense at the sight of him, or that his fist didn’t curl around his glass dagger. Some part of him realized that this was the House, that noblemen’s clothes meant nothing here, but somehow that part was having trouble making itself heard through the memories of what he’d just seen. “And just who are you supposed to be?” He asked harshly, refusing to widen the distance between them.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 10, 2019 16:12:33 GMT -5
Suddenly, the house blinked someone in much too close for comfort, but Nico couldn't give up ground without being seen as weak, and that was the last thing he needed right then. Besides, the rude introduction from the man wasn't exactly inviting any display of weakness. Nico narrowed his eyes, not moving his hand from where it rested on the hilt of his sword. A timer was flicking down on the door near them, but Nico wasn't exactly inclined to pay it any heed at the moment. It seemed like this new blinker was questioning his power and authority, and there was no way after everything going on in his own world that Nico was just going to allow that to happen. "I'm Nico di Angelo. Son of Hades and Prince of the Underworld," he replied, his voice steely. He tried to call upon his powers to seep out the sort of anger and coldness that usually made people back away, but the new blinker was simply too close for Nico to summon anything voluntarily. His heart was pounding too hard and every ounce of him was screaming at him to step back. If the powers would come, he wouldn't be able to control it, and that wasn't worth it unless this new blinker proved himself to be a credible threat.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 10, 2019 16:22:53 GMT -5
If Kelsier had felt at all inclined to step back before, that was gone now. Nico wasn’t backing down, so neither was he. So he was a prince. Of course he was, look at those clothes, that stylish sword at his side. What else would he be? And the way he’d said it felt almost like a taunt to him, telling him how powerful he was to make sure of the pecking order right off the bat. Kelsier casually removed the glass dagger from its sheath and held it at his side where it was clearly visible. It was only fair, when Prince Nico had such a clear weapon, to show that he would not be an easy target. “Kelsier. Mistborn.” He introduced himself curtly. “Prince Nico of the Underworld, eh? Quite the title you have there. Torture any lost souls lately?”
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 10, 2019 16:30:04 GMT -5
Nico glanced at the glass dagger, but didn't move. He wasn't going to instigate a fight, at least not yet. He had only said what he had to hopefully get Kelsier to back down, but it hadn't worked. He flinched inwardly at the title, hating what seemed to be mocking deference. Or perhaps it was just flippancy. Nico didn't care - he only had claim to a throne once he died, and truth be told he didn't want that, but he did want Kelsier to just take a step back. It was hard to breathe with the man so close to him, in such a cramped space. There was the pressing inclination to just shadow travel away, but Nico could really only do that if he knew where he was, and he didn't. Besides, he had tried in rooms, and it never worked. "Only the ones that deserved it," Nico replied bitingly, hoping that the horrible clenched feeling in his throat didn't betray him. He was not one to back down, and he could be dangerous. It seemed right that Kelsier know that, especially when he was the one being so antagonistic. Besides, his answer wasn't entirely false.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 10, 2019 16:42:47 GMT -5
Once a noblemen, always a noblemen. All the boy had to do was take one step back, prove that he wasn’t the stuck up cruel person he appeared to be, but he didn’t. He stayed where he was, and so did Kelsier, the dagger clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. It had been a kid. A young Skaa, caught stealing food, it looked like. Kelsier had been on a roof when it had happened. His finger had just touched the coin in his pocket when it was over and the tiny body had hit the ground, the noblemen had turned and walked away, and the Mistborn was left with nothing but the fact that he hadn’t been quick enough. At Nico’s answer a horrible rage seemed to burst to life in his chest and twist his hawkish features into a snarl. He lashed out with the knife, intending just to give the prince a good cut across the cheek. One visible enough that everyone would see it, and deep enough to sting.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 10, 2019 17:07:40 GMT -5
Kelsier felt a bitter pleasure as he felt his blade make contact. It was something he could do, something that wasn’t enough to avenge whoever this person had hurt in his world and also had to be enough. He could just kill him. From what he’d gathered, there would be nothing but positive consequences of that action. Again, the fact that he wasn’t in his world, that things were different here was like an itch in the back of his mind, and again he pushed it away, too angry to want to hear any reason he should stop. “That’s for those souls.” He spat, pointing his knife at the boy’s chest. The timer in the corner barely registered, and the fact that it had almost reached zero seemed unimportant in comparison to this fight. “And whoever else you’ve hurt, prince. The only reason you’re not dead right now is that I dislike stabbing people younger than me, especially when they won’t fight back.” He turned away, still not backing up but purposely giving the impression he was leaving himself open to an attack. He wanted Nico to attack him, he wanted it so badly it hurt, because then he would have an excuse to throw everything he had into the fight. Just try and stab me in the back, nobleman....come on...
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