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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 15, 2019 11:21:31 GMT -5
Nico looked at the next jump, cursing under his breath because it seemed higher, and there was no room to get a running start. He looked to Kelsier, seeing what the man would do, as he was probably the one who had to move first given their cramped position on the temporary platform. Nico was half terrified that at some point it would crash down and they'd be back where they started, this time with no way out. And if his theory was right, this was probably the last life he had before he died permanently - though he wasn't sure if it was permanently permanently or just for this room. The House was never convenient enough to just give them answers, was it? He frowned, hearing Kelsier's words and frowning, slightly. "Don't jinx it," he returned, trying to catch a glimpse of what might be next. If he was right, there seemed to be a purple glow on the next platform, but he couldn't tell for sure what it was, or even if it was real. It was entirely possible he was hallucinating. He muttered something extremely rude in Ancient Greek, hoping that there weren't that many levels left to combat. “Looks easy.” Kelsier muttered, eyeing the higher jump, his legs beginning to ache without his ability to use pewter to brace his landings. He wasn’t entirely sure he could make it that high, with his Allomancy or without it. And one look at Nifo told him the boy almost certainly couldn’t either, not without whatever powers he had blinked in with. He could see two options. One of them could go back and push that lever again to see if it brought that platform any closer to theirs, or he could see if Nico could make hit up if he Kelsier gave him a boost. He liked the second plan better because it didn’t mean losing progress, and what we intrigue this room had ever had for him was long gone. He wanted out, he wanted his Allomancy back at full strength, and he wanted to get away from Nico long enough to figure out a way forward, if they ever got stuck together again. With any luck, they would go their separate ways and he wouldn’t have to implement his new plan, but the he knew better than to trust the House that much. “Think you can make it if I boost you?” He asked, glancing first at the demigod, then the purple glow he could barely make out. “There might be something useful up there, like another lever or a ladder or something.” And I don’t think I can carry us both again, is what he didn’t say, because if it came down to it would try, and he wanted to leave that option open.
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Post by strider on Jun 15, 2019 11:49:16 GMT -5
Nico made a face at the comment, though he could sense the sarcasm in it. He could tell that neither of them was particularly happy with the situation, and he had to admit that he would really rather be anywhere but here, even if it meant blinking home and facing people that he wasn't particularly keen on seeing again. He was sick of people, sick of not having any time for himself, sick of having to share his life and what few secrets he had. He just wanted this war to be over. He wanted some time to himself, wanted to go back to the underworld and just be there, for a bit, once it was closed as it usually was and he could find some peace and quiet for once. But right now they really needed to get out of this room. Kelsier's suggestion sent a shiver of fear down Nico's spine. It wasn't that he didn't trust Kelsier - although he really had no reason to - it was just that he didn't like the idea of being in such a vulnerable position. He'd been that vulnerable before, and he never wanted to feel like that again. Besides, it would require a fair amount of contact between them... but if they didn't do that, the only other option was to go back and try the lever, but that would mean one of them getting stuck on the lever level, and that was less than desirable. Finally, after a hesitation that was probably too long, he nodded. "If you try anything, you're dead," he muttered, but it was an empty threat. They both knew that even if he wanted to, Nico wouldn't be able to so much as scratch Kelsier in this state. Not that he thought Kelsier would try to kill him right now, but there wasn't a single part of this situation that he didn't hate. "If there's not something up there I'll try to help you up," he added quietly. The truth was he didn't know if he'd be strong enough to do it. Images flashed through his head of Percy and Annabeth falling, desperately grasping at the cliff face because he hadn't been quick enough to catch them... he shook the thought away. Not now. He wouldn't let Kelsier fall, even if it was a relatively short distance.
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Post by strider on Jun 15, 2019 11:54:27 GMT -5
Noah let out a loud 'whoop' of excitement, clapping his hands even as Rue rolled off the board. He offered a hand to lift her off the ground, pulling her into a hug as he did so. Noah wasn't usually someone who initiated hugs - though he did like being in contact with people - but this felt like it warranted one. He recalled this sensation, this immense pride, and the memory - especially vivid - almost brought him to tears. Four years since he had last held his sister like this, grinning from ear to ear as she did something amazing. Four years since she had been able to see him. He had sat with her since, arms around her shoulders, trying to whisper unheard words of comfort. All he'd been was a breeze blowing through the room. She hadn't heard him, hadn't seen him, or felt him. He'd stopped trying two years in - it was too hard being in his house and being completely unnoticed. So he had begun to wait. Alone, and unseen, he waited for them - for Gansey and Ronan and Adam and Blue and when his death would start to matter. He remembered everything that was going to happen, even before it did. This... being here, with Rue, who was so alive and full of life and laughter... it felt like it was worth so much more than the waiting and the wondering and the crushing loneliness that he never admitted to. This just felt real in a way nothing had since... he pulled back, lightly rubbing at his cheek, his expression falling. He couldn't quite meet Rue's eye, though he tried to push the thoughts away.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 15, 2019 13:19:45 GMT -5
Rue squeaked as she was lifted into a hug, but she didn’t hesitate to return it with her own fierce embrace, sit laughing uncontrollably at her own success and the giddy feeling of flying, if only for an instant. It was something she came closer to than most people, she knew, from her time at the top of the highest trees, swaying gently in the wind as the birds landed on branches where they didn’t have to look down to see her. And more importantly, she didn’t have to look up. But there was something so free about being supported by your own momentum, weightless for even a fraction of a second, that she had never felt before and suspected she never would again. Of course she could try it again, as long as she was in this room but.... Her laughter finally subsided as she ran out of breath, her sides heaving to catch up. The truth was that she didn’t want to mar the memory of that perfect moment with any more failed attempts. In another life, she would get as good as Noah was, and maybe they would soar on those stone towers she could see a ways off together. In another universe, far from the hungry eyes of her younger siblings and the horror of the looming Games, she would save up and find a place where she could buy her own board, and she would practice every day until it was easier than climbing a tree full of thick, healthy branches. She pulled back as he didn’t, her dark eyes moving up to his face as he rubbed the spot on his cheek again. She hadn’t seen him do it since they’d started riding, and his expression had slipped, although she could tell he was trying hard not to let her see it. Maybe she wasn’t the only one this room had been for. She moved forward and hugged Noah again, tighter this time, then released him and offered him a shy smile that shone with every ounce of gratitude she could cram into the small expression. “Thank you for giving me the chance to do that, at least once.” She said earnestly. “And thanks for everything else, too.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 15, 2019 13:28:57 GMT -5
Nico made a face at the comment, though he could sense the sarcasm in it. He could tell that neither of them was particularly happy with the situation, and he had to admit that he would really rather be anywhere but here, even if it meant blinking home and facing people that he wasn't particularly keen on seeing again. He was sick of people, sick of not having any time for himself, sick of having to share his life and what few secrets he had. He just wanted this war to be over. He wanted some time to himself, wanted to go back to the underworld and just be there, for a bit, once it was closed as it usually was and he could find some peace and quiet for once. But right now they really needed to get out of this room. Kelsier's suggestion sent a shiver of fear down Nico's spine. It wasn't that he didn't trust Kelsier - although he really had no reason to - it was just that he didn't like the idea of being in such a vulnerable position. He'd been that vulnerable before, and he never wanted to feel like that again. Besides, it would require a fair amount of contact between them... but if they didn't do that, the only other option was to go back and try the lever, but that would mean one of them getting stuck on the lever level, and that was less than desirable. Finally, after a hesitation that was probably too long, he nodded. "If you try anything, you're dead," he muttered, but it was an empty threat. They both knew that even if he wanted to, Nico wouldn't be able to so much as scratch Kelsier in this state. Not that he thought Kelsier would try to kill him right now, but there wasn't a single part of this situation that he didn't hate. "If there's not something up there I'll try to help you up," he added quietly. The truth was he didn't know if he'd be strong enough to do it. Images flashed through his head of Percy and Annabeth falling, desperately grasping at the cliff face because he hadn't been quick enough to catch them... he shook the thought away. Not now. He wouldn't let Kelsier fall, even if it was a relatively short distance. Kelsier waited, a small frown appearing across his forehead at the long wait. Was he missing something else? Another option Nico would prefer? Or did he just not want to be in such a vulnerable position? Either way, the demigod finally accepted, and Kelsier walked a couple steps closer to the ledge and cupped his hands to offer a good place for Nico to step. As he heard Nico’s threat, however, a playful smile tugged at the corners of his voice and he chuckled, though there was no cruel intent in his hazel eyes. “Did you just threaten to kill the man you offered you his life as payment for your own?” He asked lightly, fun dancing on his voice. A moment later his expression turned a shade more serious, though a boyish smile still twitched his lips up. “If there isn’t, I’ll find another way.” He finished. “Allomancy at full power or not, I don’t intend to get trapped in this maze until the House gets bored of me.”
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Post by strider on Jun 15, 2019 17:30:24 GMT -5
"Shut up," Nico muttered, reddening. He knew there was humor to be found in that contradiction, but he wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with it. He closed his eyes for a moment, preparing himself. Without giving it a second thought, Nico stepped onto Kelsier's hands and pushed himself up, freely in the air for a second until his hands made contact with the platform above. Using what little strength he had, he hoisted himself up. The purple glow had solidified into a purple button, raised about two inches off the floor. He hesitated, not sure whether to press it or not, but he figured that helping Kelsier was likely more important at the moment. He turned, lowering himself to the ground so that more of his weight was concentrated there, and offered his hand to the man. There was nothing steady to hold on to, and given how light Nico was he knew this might pull him over the edge, but he hooked his ankle on the button and reached down as far as he possibly could. He kept his expression even as he did so, though there were thousands of thoughts and fears flickering through his mind. "Here," he grunted, his dark eyes meeting Kelsier's for a solid moment, waiting to see if Kelsier would grab on or if he would attempt something else with his powers. "Best I can tell there's another level above this. Better save your Allomancy for later, if you need it."
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Post by strider on Jun 15, 2019 17:49:02 GMT -5
Rue squeaked as she was lifted into a hug, but she didn’t hesitate to return it with her own fierce embrace, sit laughing uncontrollably at her own success and the giddy feeling of flying, if only for an instant. It was something she came closer to than most people, she knew, from her time at the top of the highest trees, swaying gently in the wind as the birds landed on branches where they didn’t have to look down to see her. And more importantly, she didn’t have to look up. But there was something so free about being supported by your own momentum, weightless for even a fraction of a second, that she had never felt before and suspected she never would again. Of course she could try it again, as long as she was in this room but.... Her laughter finally subsided as she ran out of breath, her sides heaving to catch up. The truth was that she didn’t want to mar the memory of that perfect moment with any more failed attempts. In another life, she would get as good as Noah was, and maybe they would soar on those stone towers she could see a ways off together. In another universe, far from the hungry eyes of her younger siblings and the horror of the looming Games, she would save up and find a place where she could buy her own board, and she would practice every day until it was easier than climbing a tree full of thick, healthy branches. She pulled back as he didn’t, her dark eyes moving up to his face as he rubbed the spot on his cheek again. She hadn’t seen him do it since they’d started riding, and his expression had slipped, although she could tell he was trying hard not to let her see it. Maybe she wasn’t the only one this room had been for. She moved forward and hugged Noah again, tighter this time, then released him and offered him a shy smile that shone with every ounce of gratitude she could cram into the small expression. “Thank you for giving me the chance to do that, at least once.” She said earnestly. “And thanks for everything else, too.” Noah glanced at her, watching carefully as she watched him, though he felt very far away from the moment. He couldn't quite explain why, other than that the humanness of it was foreign to him now. It felt odd, to feel the need to breathe again, something he did out of habit but never needed to... it was because of the vividness of Rue's heartbeat against his own cold, lifeless chest, or perhaps it was watching her rapture at experiencing what used to comprise of Noah's life... it was a lot of things. He gasped quietly as Rue hugged him again, this time much tighter, with yet more life, and he squeezed back with equal grateful ferocity. He forgot how much he missed having friends. It was an odd thought, but a true one. "I... I didn't do much," Noah replied, catching sight of Rue's vibrant smile. There was so much packed into it, so much that smile had to say that spoke volumes more than even the brightest ones she'd given upon completing the jump or getting on the skateboard. It was like a secret, that smile. He glanced back over the drop in, wondering... they had to try it at least once. They just had to. "I have a crazy idea," Noah prefaced, stepping back a few paces so he could grab the skateboard he had been using. It was too small for anything with two people to be particularly comfortable, but it had to be feasible. And if something went wrong he could toss Rue to safety, and he would be fine, even if he lost control of the board. He didn't think he would. "But only if you want to," he added, watching her dark eyes as he spoke. "If you wanted to do the jump that I did, earlier... we could do it together, probably. It wouldn't be the same as doing it alone, but it'd be pretty close." There was something mischievous and oddly alive in his eyes as he said it.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 16, 2019 1:17:32 GMT -5
Arlo showed no sign of being surprised by the sudden appearance of another person, by now she was so used to people appearing out of thin air that it rarely startled her unless she was half asleep... which had happened a lot recently, but not this time. She tilted her head to the side slightly, observing the other blinker as if trying to remember her from somewhere- which she was. If her eleven year old self had recently stopped blinking, it was possible that some of the newbies she'd met then were blinking now. She was pretty sure she hadn't met this woman yet, but her memories of those blinks were a bit fuzzy so it was hard to be sure. "Hi, I'm Arlo Crimson," she replied, her gaze traveling momentarily to the jewels the other blinker was holding. She looked curious but didn't ask about them- not yet at least. "I don't believe we've met, have you been blinking very long?""Not that long," assured The Doctor. "But long enough to get a bit of a hang of it." She'd noticed Arlo was looking at the gems, but first introduced herself. "I'm The Doctor. Nice to meet you." Then she held up the gems for Arlo to see. One was clear and another was a sort of amber colored. "The current room problem seems to be about hunting for these jewels," she said. "So far we've found these two. Which is interestin', because I didn't have 'em when I blinked back to the TARDIS. But now I have 'em again." She nodded at the surrounding kitchen. "Last time I was here, something came through. But I didn't get a chance to find out what before I blinked out. It was clankin', but I was out in the back."
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 16, 2019 1:55:44 GMT -5
"Ah, ok," Arlo replied with a nod and a slight smile. She still wasn't sure if she'd ever seen The Doctor in the House before, but as the other woman didn't seem to recognize her she figured it didn't matter. "You too, welcome to the House."She finally stepped away from the wall when the Doctor held up the gems, her gaze sweeping over them. They looked normal enough to her, but a lot of the thing in the House looked normal when you first saw them. "Hmm... well, if they are important I guess the House needed to keep them here until you or someone else blinked back in to get them," she replied, making a mental note to ask about this 'TARDIS' after she'd been filled in about the room. "Where did you find those two?"Arlo glanced out the doorway at the Doctor's last sentence but didn't see anything that would have made a clanking sound. "Could it have been another blinker in armor?" she suggested
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 16, 2019 3:43:12 GMT -5
"Ah, ok," Arlo replied with a nod and a slight smile. She still wasn't sure if she'd ever seen The Doctor in the House before, but as the other woman didn't seem to recognize her she figured it didn't matter. "You too, welcome to the House."She finally stepped away from the wall when the Doctor held up the gems, her gaze sweeping over them. They looked normal enough to her, but a lot of the thing in the House looked normal when you first saw them. "Hmm... well, if they are important I guess the House needed to keep them here until you or someone else blinked back in to get them," she replied, making a mental note to ask about this 'TARDIS' after she'd been filled in about the room. "Where did you find those two?"Arlo glanced out the doorway at the Doctor's last sentence but didn't see anything that would have made a clanking sound. "Could it have been another blinker in armor?" she suggested "One of 'em was embedded in the ceiling and the other was in a fireplace," responded The Doctor easily. "Usually there seems to be an arrow pointin' involved." The Doctor showed an amazing power of control when she didn't look where Arlo was looking. It was tempting, but she didn't. "I don't know," she said with a shrug. "It coulda been. As I said, I didn't get a chance to check. Another blinker was goin' after it when I blinked out. I'm not sure how long ago that was." The door to the outside was still open, the light drizzle still falling. The cloud cover gave no hint on whether time had passed or not. It was only just possible to tell it was day. "There was a book which had a note about a recipe," she added, nodding at the book in question.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 16, 2019 6:30:08 GMT -5
Arlo nodded as she listened. "Alright, so random locations that are at least somewhat difficult for most blinkers to get to..." That actually sounded kind of fun, and it would help keep her mind off her world. "Nice of the House to give some hints this time." She stepped into the open doorway and looked out one more time, extending a hand to catch a few raindrops. "I don't see anything now, but keep an ear out for anything strange," she said as she turned away from the doorway and turned her focus to the book. She picked it up, flipped it open to the marked page and skimmed the instructions... or lack of instructions. "Well, there aren't any measurements so I'm not sure that we're actually supposed to make it, but I guess looking for the ingredients should point us in the right direction."She looked up over the top of the book at the room. While pretty far from the kitchens in most 2032 houses, she could kind of compare it to some kitchens she'd seen on the island, though it was far larger and fancier than any of those. Still, she wasn't quite sure where they would find some of the ingredients. "Did they even have marzipan in... whatever year this is supposed to be?" she asked as she set the book on the counter and started looking through the cabinet. "Not quite sure where the eggs would be around here either."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 16, 2019 12:46:06 GMT -5
"Shut up," Nico muttered, reddening. He knew there was humor to be found in that contradiction, but he wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with it. He closed his eyes for a moment, preparing himself. Without giving it a second thought, Nico stepped onto Kelsier's hands and pushed himself up, freely in the air for a second until his hands made contact with the platform above. Using what little strength he had, he hoisted himself up. The purple glow had solidified into a purple button, raised about two inches off the floor. He hesitated, not sure whether to press it or not, but he figured that helping Kelsier was likely more important at the moment. He turned, lowering himself to the ground so that more of his weight was concentrated there, and offered his hand to the man. There was nothing steady to hold on to, and given how light Nico was he knew this might pull him over the edge, but he hooked his ankle on the button and reached down as far as he possibly could. He kept his expression even as he did so, though there were thousands of thoughts and fears flickering through his mind. "Here," he grunted, his dark eyes meeting Kelsier's for a solid moment, waiting to see if Kelsier would grab on or if he would attempt something else with his powers. "Best I can tell there's another level above this. Better save your Allomancy for later, if you need it." Kelsier glanced at Nico out of the corner of his eye, noting the color rising in the boy’s pale cheeks. He didn’t seem used to finding the humor or every situation, something that had taken Kelsier a while to figure out too. There was something about Nico that drew the Mistborn, made it hard to just accept that avoiding him after the room had ended was his best option. He found, as the demigod accepted his help, made it over the top of the ledge, and vanished from sight, that he knew what had bothered him about hearing the words; you don’t know me. He looked up, meeting Nico’s steady mask, and the flickers of something more behind it. What bothered him was that it was true, but he didn’t want it to be. He wanted to know more about this proud, strong, vulnerable boy who was reaching towards the man who hadn’t hesitated to kill him. He wanted to know who had tried so hard to break him, and why they’d failed. ”Fair enough.” He said simply, and reached up, the gray sleeves of his mistcloak falling back as he did so to reveal the hundreds of thin white scars that marked both his arms, deep and old and overlapping until you couldn’t tell where one ended and another began. “Hang on tight, I'm going to pull hard once and use the momentum. Three...two...” he pulled, hard, and reached with his other hand to catch himself and swing one leg up over the edge. From there it would be easy to roll himself all the way on, though far less impressive than the leaps granted to him by Allomancy.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 16, 2019 12:57:23 GMT -5
Rue squeaked as she was lifted into a hug, but she didn’t hesitate to return it with her own fierce embrace, sit laughing uncontrollably at her own success and the giddy feeling of flying, if only for an instant. It was something she came closer to than most people, she knew, from her time at the top of the highest trees, swaying gently in the wind as the birds landed on branches where they didn’t have to look down to see her. And more importantly, she didn’t have to look up. But there was something so free about being supported by your own momentum, weightless for even a fraction of a second, that she had never felt before and suspected she never would again. Of course she could try it again, as long as she was in this room but.... Her laughter finally subsided as she ran out of breath, her sides heaving to catch up. The truth was that she didn’t want to mar the memory of that perfect moment with any more failed attempts. In another life, she would get as good as Noah was, and maybe they would soar on those stone towers she could see a ways off together. In another universe, far from the hungry eyes of her younger siblings and the horror of the looming Games, she would save up and find a place where she could buy her own board, and she would practice every day until it was easier than climbing a tree full of thick, healthy branches. She pulled back as he didn’t, her dark eyes moving up to his face as he rubbed the spot on his cheek again. She hadn’t seen him do it since they’d started riding, and his expression had slipped, although she could tell he was trying hard not to let her see it. Maybe she wasn’t the only one this room had been for. She moved forward and hugged Noah again, tighter this time, then released him and offered him a shy smile that shone with every ounce of gratitude she could cram into the small expression. “Thank you for giving me the chance to do that, at least once.” She said earnestly. “And thanks for everything else, too.” Noah glanced at her, watching carefully as she watched him, though he felt very far away from the moment. He couldn't quite explain why, other than that the humanness of it was foreign to him now. It felt odd, to feel the need to breathe again, something he did out of habit but never needed to... it was because of the vividness of Rue's heartbeat against his own cold, lifeless chest, or perhaps it was watching her rapture at experiencing what used to comprise of Noah's life... it was a lot of things. He gasped quietly as Rue hugged him again, this time much tighter, with yet more life, and he squeezed back with equal grateful ferocity. He forgot how much he missed having friends. It was an odd thought, but a true one. "I... I didn't do much," Noah replied, catching sight of Rue's vibrant smile. There was so much packed into it, so much that smile had to say that spoke volumes more than even the brightest ones she'd given upon completing the jump or getting on the skateboard. It was like a secret, that smile. He glanced back over the drop in, wondering... they had to try it at least once. They just had to. "I have a crazy idea," Noah prefaced, stepping back a few paces so he could grab the skateboard he had been using. It was too small for anything with two people to be particularly comfortable, but it had to be feasible. And if something went wrong he could toss Rue to safety, and he would be fine, even if he lost control of the board. He didn't think he would. "But only if you want to," he added, watching her dark eyes as he spoke. "If you wanted to do the jump that I did, earlier... we could do it together, probably. It wouldn't be the same as doing it alone, but it'd be pretty close." There was something mischievous and oddly alive in his eyes as he said it. “You kept your promise.” Rue pointed it out simply, because to her, that was more than you could ever expect from someone. A kept promise felt a little bit like a pact and a little bit like a home. It felt like the satisfaction of a threatening storm finally breaking, or the content look of her siblings when they were actually full for once, on food they weren’t allowed to eat maybe, but that didn’t matter to them. And in this case, she couldn’t have blamed him for not keeping his. Life was unpredictable all by itself, in the House it was impossibly more so, and the fact that she had jumped for the first and probably the last time in her whole life felt like something deep and important and, best of all, a memory no one could ever take away. She glanced at him, tilting her head curiously. Crazier than what they’d just done? Her eyes went bigger and bigger as he went on, and when she finally understood what he was talking about she let out a little, involuntary gasp. “Is that....do you really mean it?” She whispered, staring at him, her heart throwing itselr against her ribs.
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Post by zeph! on Jun 16, 2019 16:25:01 GMT -5
Sky blinked once more into the Castle Room- this time, she noticed immediately, her eyes wide as they darted around. After a moment regarding the room, she began to relax. I must be back in the Paradox House. She thought. Should be used to it by now... At least I didn't run into a wall like last time... She noticed the two other blinkers in the room- the Doctor and someone else. "Hullo." She greeted them with a small wave.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 16, 2019 17:47:38 GMT -5
"Hey," Arlo glanced over her shoulder when she heard another unfamiliar voice and then stood up and put the bag of flour she'd found on the counter before turning to the girl who'd spoken who she was pretty sure she'd never met either. She noticed the scar over her eye and without thinking, reached up to check that her hair was still over the left side of her face before she could stop herself. Hoping the girl hadn't noticed, she tugged a knot free from her hair and returned the the cabinet for the bag of sugar. "You another newbie here?" she asked casually. She wondered just how much time had passed since her 'last' blink, it seemed like there were quite a few people she hadn't met yet. "Hmm..." Looking into the bags, she couldn't see anything in them that resembled the gems The Doctor had showed her. "Do either of you see something we could use to sift through this?" Sure, she could just pour the bags on the counter, but it would make a mess and she'd risk dropping the gem if it was there.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 16, 2019 18:35:36 GMT -5
"Hello Sky," The Doctor said cheerfully as she turned to see the other blinker. "I disappeared there for a while. Did ya find out who or what was making the clankin' sound?" She was still half turned to Arlo still and nodded her head, "We were looking for the ingredients. I'm not sure if there are any eggs left though. They were broken the last time I was here." She'd forgotten to ask Sky about that - or anyone really. Sky had waved a stick at the eggs and then they had all broken - yet The Doctor's sonic screwdriver was broken ever time she'd tried it. She took it out now, since maybe things had changed. She pointed it at Arlo, and tried to scan her ... but nothing happened once again. The Doctor frowned and put it back to the pocket (since this dress seemed to have pockets, thankfully) it had come from. "So I'm not sure how helpful that'll be," she finished. "And yes. Marzipan was created in the late Middle Ages, so I suppose they did." She stated this as if it was a fun fact which should have been obvious. Again, to Arlo, she suggested, "If ya put it in a bucket of water than the gem would sink to the bottom - if it is there. But that might cause some problems if we need the flour later." She didn't react when Aizawa appeared other than to nod her head in greeting. He'd gotten a better outfit this time, it seemed.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 16, 2019 19:02:33 GMT -5
"Hey," said Arlo, glancing up as yet another blinker she didn't know approached. She thought she might have seen him around the House at some point but couldn't remember if they'd actually spoken. "We're looking for jewels hidden around the castle- The recipe book over there seems to be a clue to finding the next one." She jerked her head in the direction of the book and noticed The Doctor pointing something at her. "What's that?" she asked, a bit curious but not concerned. Whatever it was didn't look particularly dangerous and didn't seem to do anything. "If the eggs were broken and there was nothing in them I doubt we needed them, but I guess we should try not to destroy the ingredients just in case," she returned to the topic of the room's challenge as she carefully tipped the flour bag onto it's side and poured part of it onto the counter to look through.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 16, 2019 19:05:35 GMT -5
</div>“Yes! Thank you!” chirped Hange, gingerly taking the pieces from the little blinker and holding them up to the light, examining them for which one had the best edge to be used as a screwdriver. “You know, I like your enthusiasm. You might have some promise as a scientist yourself, you know.” Finally, they selected one and tossed the others aside with a clink onto the concrete. Moment of truth...they pushed the glass into the end of the screw and began to twist, eyes narrowed in concentration as they tried not to force it. They didn’t want the glass to break. A grin spread across their face as the screw began to turn. “It’s working!” they announced, turning faster now. Then, as that screw popped out, they moved to the next one, then the next, until... The lid of the box fell away, revealing two rows of switches, unlabeled, and a tangle of wires. To anyone who knew what they were doing, it would be immediately recognizable as a breaker box, but Hange, of course, had no idea what it was.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 16, 2019 19:16:23 GMT -5
(hi guys!!! I'm back ^^
what rooms are happening atm?? )
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 16, 2019 19:25:30 GMT -5
hey aves! rn arlo, the doc, sky and aizawa are in the castle room's kitchen looking for another jewel. there was a marked recipe in a cookbook with no instructions or measurements, so they're thinking the jewel might be hidden in one of the ingredients. i think there's some other rooms but idk what's going on in them)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 16, 2019 19:35:27 GMT -5
(Oh sweet okay, so they haven't figured that puzzle out yet. Mind if I drop someone in? Would that be too many? We seemed to keep running into that problem last time I was able to rp xD )
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 16, 2019 19:46:13 GMT -5
( you can blink someone in! i'm not sure if tsunami's still on actually
edit- or if you want you could blink someone into a different part of the room or something and i could blink someone else in/timewarp arlo, i checked the discord and it looks like mint and ice are watching a show rn )
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Post by strider on Jun 16, 2019 19:57:34 GMT -5
"Shut up," Nico muttered, reddening. He knew there was humor to be found in that contradiction, but he wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with it. He closed his eyes for a moment, preparing himself. Without giving it a second thought, Nico stepped onto Kelsier's hands and pushed himself up, freely in the air for a second until his hands made contact with the platform above. Using what little strength he had, he hoisted himself up. The purple glow had solidified into a purple button, raised about two inches off the floor. He hesitated, not sure whether to press it or not, but he figured that helping Kelsier was likely more important at the moment. He turned, lowering himself to the ground so that more of his weight was concentrated there, and offered his hand to the man. There was nothing steady to hold on to, and given how light Nico was he knew this might pull him over the edge, but he hooked his ankle on the button and reached down as far as he possibly could. He kept his expression even as he did so, though there were thousands of thoughts and fears flickering through his mind. "Here," he grunted, his dark eyes meeting Kelsier's for a solid moment, waiting to see if Kelsier would grab on or if he would attempt something else with his powers. "Best I can tell there's another level above this. Better save your Allomancy for later, if you need it." Kelsier glanced at Nico out of the corner of his eye, noting the color rising in the boy’s pale cheeks. He didn’t seem used to finding the humor or every situation, something that had taken Kelsier a while to figure out too. There was something about Nico that drew the Mistborn, made it hard to just accept that avoiding him after the room had ended was his best option. He found, as the demigod accepted his help, made it over the top of the ledge, and vanished from sight, that he knew what had bothered him about hearing the words; you don’t know me. He looked up, meeting Nico’s steady mask, and the flickers of something more behind it. What bothered him was that it was true, but he didn’t want it to be. He wanted to know more about this proud, strong, vulnerable boy who was reaching towards the man who hadn’t hesitated to kill him. He wanted to know who had tried so hard to break him, and why they’d failed. ”Fair enough.” He said simply, and reached up, the gray sleeves of his mistcloak falling back as he did so to reveal the hundreds of thin white scars that marked both his arms, deep and old and overlapping until you couldn’t tell where one ended and another began. “Hang on tight, I'm going to pull hard once and use the momentum. Three...two...” he pulled, hard, and reached with his other hand to catch himself and swing one leg up over the edge. From there it would be easy to roll himself all the way on, though far less impressive than the leaps granted to him by Allomancy. Nico noticed the scars - it was impossible not to - but he kept his mouth shut. Kelsier had done the same for his, so he didn't see any reason not to return the same respect. He gave a grim smile, holding steady as Kelsier pulled and then swung up. It wasn't as graceful as either of their travel when they used powers, but it seemed to Nico that they did what they could here. That was all they ever had the power to do, and well... it seemed to work. He stepped back as soon as Kelsier was safe, retrieving his hand almost as though it had been burned. He knew it was rude, but still. It was no more rude than killing someone you didn't know. He kept his back to Kelsier, examining the purple button. Kelsier had taken the last risk and had been fine, so maybe... he clenched his jaw and then stepped onto it, squinting as he braced himself for a pain that never came. It seemed the purple button was safe, but it hadn't done anything that he could see. He frowned, glancing back at Kelsier before stepping off and then on again. He couldn't see anything happening in their immediate vicinity. "If the House traps us in here..." his voice was low, but there was a subtle trace of humor in the threat. The sort of dark humor one finds in a someone powerless going up against the unknowable and unable to be defeated. He smirked, glancing around as though the House was going to respond in some way. It didn't.
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Post by strider on Jun 16, 2019 20:03:32 GMT -5
Noah glanced at her, watching carefully as she watched him, though he felt very far away from the moment. He couldn't quite explain why, other than that the humanness of it was foreign to him now. It felt odd, to feel the need to breathe again, something he did out of habit but never needed to... it was because of the vividness of Rue's heartbeat against his own cold, lifeless chest, or perhaps it was watching her rapture at experiencing what used to comprise of Noah's life... it was a lot of things. He gasped quietly as Rue hugged him again, this time much tighter, with yet more life, and he squeezed back with equal grateful ferocity. He forgot how much he missed having friends. It was an odd thought, but a true one. "I... I didn't do much," Noah replied, catching sight of Rue's vibrant smile. There was so much packed into it, so much that smile had to say that spoke volumes more than even the brightest ones she'd given upon completing the jump or getting on the skateboard. It was like a secret, that smile. He glanced back over the drop in, wondering... they had to try it at least once. They just had to. "I have a crazy idea," Noah prefaced, stepping back a few paces so he could grab the skateboard he had been using. It was too small for anything with two people to be particularly comfortable, but it had to be feasible. And if something went wrong he could toss Rue to safety, and he would be fine, even if he lost control of the board. He didn't think he would. "But only if you want to," he added, watching her dark eyes as he spoke. "If you wanted to do the jump that I did, earlier... we could do it together, probably. It wouldn't be the same as doing it alone, but it'd be pretty close." There was something mischievous and oddly alive in his eyes as he said it. “You kept your promise.” Rue pointed it out simply, because to her, that was more than you could ever expect from someone. A kept promise felt a little bit like a pact and a little bit like a home. It felt like the satisfaction of a threatening storm finally breaking, or the content look of her siblings when they were actually full for once, on food they weren’t allowed to eat maybe, but that didn’t matter to them. And in this case, she couldn’t have blamed him for not keeping his. Life was unpredictable all by itself, in the House it was impossibly more so, and the fact that she had jumped for the first and probably the last time in her whole life felt like something deep and important and, best of all, a memory no one could ever take away. She glanced at him, tilting her head curiously. Crazier than what they’d just done? Her eyes went bigger and bigger as he went on, and when she finally understood what he was talking about she let out a little, involuntary gasp. “Is that....do you really mean it?” She whispered, staring at him, her heart throwing itselr against her ribs. Was that all that was required? Keeping a simple promise? That was all it took to bring out such joy? Noah wondered, deep inside, if something as simple as a kept promise could make hm smile as though the misery surrounding him didn't exist. He supposed it depended on the promise. He'd squandered those when he was alive, making light of the word and promising things he couldn't quite keep. He had promised paper birds soaring across the sky one day a year to celebrate Aglionby... he had started it, but he hadn't been able to carry the promise through to fruition. Whelk had promised him a share of the treasure he'd get as soon as they found Glendower. Noah hadn't cared about that. He had just cared about Whelk's promise of friendship in a world that tended to look past people like Noah. The promises he'd carried in the years he'd been known as Czerny rather than Noah... each of them shattered. His own because he hadn't lived long enough to see them through, and the rest out of apathy or cruelty or simple misfortune. His death had started with a trade. A trade that became a promise, whispered throughout the cycle of time. Was that promise worth such joy? Noah was broken out of his thoughts by Rue's excitement. "Of course I mean it," Noah replied, as though it was silly to think he hadn't. "The House owes us one, doesn't it?" Frankly, he felt he owed the House far more than it owed him, but he kept the thought to himself. "Ready?" He asked, placing one foot on his board and gesturing for Rue to get on before he started propelling them forward.
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Post by strider on Jun 16, 2019 20:14:25 GMT -5
Noah considered, then shook his head. "It's more like a torch," he replied, "It's brighter and helps you see things more than a candle would," he explained. He was a little bit frightened of candles. Truth be told, he was a little bit frightened of a lot of things, but the people that claimed to be able to speak to ghosts tended to use candles to try it, and that was a sort of magic that Noah wasn't really keen on. Powers in the House were one thing, but the magic he saw in his world was quite another. After all, said magic had needed his life to function. "Shadow puppets are..." he tried to think for a moment before he twisted his fingers into the position for a bird shadow puppet. "Like this. You put a light behind it and look at the wall closest to your hands and it looks like a bird." He gave a small smile before going back to the game. "Like this," he demonstrated, beginning to quietly sing the song that went with it. "Lemonade... then you clap three times, then go back to what we just did... like that, yes!" But Noah had distracted Myrnin for just a second. When he described shadow puppets, Myrnin reached out with far to small hands, and tried to cup his hands above Noah's in an attempt to create enough darkness to see its shadow. It didn't succeed, and he looked just a bit disappointed. But he'd tried anyway. Afterward his hands moved back to their previous placements, though Myrnin looked a bit sad that he hadn't gotten to see the bird. But he got over it pretty quickly and watched what Noah was doing again. He repeated the action which Noah had done, eyes the bright way that children's eyes got when they were both excited and just a little confused. "Is 'lemonade' a good thing?" he questioned. The boy was full of questions. Like they were curiosities landing in a very small bucket - they just kept overflowing. "How does the game end?" Not that he wanted it to, but he was slightly concerned. Most of his games ended when he had to do his job or his mom found him. Noah laughed with mild amusement at the way Myrnin seemed to search for the shadow puppet, but it wasn't out of any sort of malice. It was just interesting to him how different Myrnin seemed to be from everyone else he'd ever met - perhaps it was the time period. He frowned slightly as the boy seemed to take a few moments to brighten up again, but was relieved when his attention was once again fully diverted towards the game. Noah's smile - so rare in his world - came more easily when he heard Myrnin's question. "Yes, Lemonade is a wonderful thing," he informed him. "It's... so you have this really sour fruit, and then you squeeze all of the juice out of it and add lots and lots and lots of sugar to the juice, and then you get it really cold and drink it. It's gotta be one of the best things I've ever tasted," Noah laughed. "I think you'd like it." He gave another amused smile at Myrnin's next question, and the sort of concern that seemed to edge into his voice. "Don't worry. It's not a bad end. We sing the song while doing that, and then it changes a bit, and when the song says to spin we spin, and then at the very end we shout 'freeze' and whoever moves first loses," he explained, hoping that Myrnin would be able to catch on quickly enough. It was one thing to learn when you had grown up seeing everyone else playing hand games, and quite another when you hadn't seen one before in your life.
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Post by strider on Jun 16, 2019 20:21:47 GMT -5
"An insulting detective?" Steve repeated with a small laugh. He was pretty sure that either someone who wasn't Sherlock told Myrnin that, or at the very least Myrnin had misheard whatever Sherlock had actually said. Unless this Sherlock was exceedingly self aware, but Steve had met so few people who were that he found it difficult to believe. "I'm sure whatever he does must be relatively important if he's fancy," Steve conceded. "And a detective is a very important job, but I'm not sure about the insulting part." It struck Steve then that he didn't really know what he was doing here, speaking with Myrnin. Kids were something he didn't handle often, and often was very bad at handling, but he was doing his best. "I ain't rich, kid," Steve explained, his voice full of amusement. "I'm not too poor either, but I come from an immigrant family. It was pretty hard for us to get on our feet, but we've done well, considering. I'm better of than my mother was when she was my age, that's for sure." He thought about that for a moment, thinking about how his grandparents had immigrated, and how his mother had grown up in America, but never quite managing to be one because she hadn't been born there. Yet it was a country he was desperate to fight for... he shook the thought away, glad for a distraction. "You'll be taller," Steve promised. "For certain. And I... I'm going to be a soldier." He said it with all of the confidence he didn't feel, as though that could make it true. "I'm not sure what the detective pit is about," Myrnin admitted. "But apparently it involves explosions and 'serial killers.'" His nose wrinkled a bit more as he remembered what Sherlock had said. He still wasn't confident that he knew what any other blinkers were talking about. But he kept trying. He nodded a bit, and the action seemed to hold knowledge far more aware of what the world was like than other children of five should be. He knew what it meant to be getting on your feet and 'being better off'. His mother said things like that a lot. He smiled, if possible, even wider at Steve at the affirmation that he'd be taller, but the smile became a bit of a frown as he heard the word 'soldier'. His proximity to Steve was still pretty much the same after the examination of his clothes. But that didn't make the ease in which the boy proceeded to wrap his arms around Steve's shins any more surprising. "Don't," protested Myrnin. "Being a soldier is dangerous." His eyebrows were almost a single line. "You'll die. And I just met you and I don't want you to die." He looked like he was only a couple steps away from either shouting or crying. Steve's eyes widened in surprise. Dealing with crime was something that had always seemed like an important job to him, but he had noticed that most of the people in charge of it used it to further their own agenda. That was why he didn't want to be a police officer or have to deal with criminals for the most part - he would much rather serve his country by fighting for what he believed was right - fighting for an end to the war in Europe and for the liberation of hundreds of innocents. He didn't comment. In all likelihood this Sherlock was a good guy, but it sounded as though he had a dangerous job that Steve didn't quite fancy getting caught up in. It made more sense, however, if Sherlock was some sort of specialized detective. Although the explosions seemed a bit odd to him. His thoughts were cut off by the feeling of Myrnin wrapping his arms around Steve's gangly legs and clinging there. There was nothing Steve could think to say other. He knew if he enlisted the chances of him dying were high, but he couldn't let everybody he knew just go off and fight when he stayed behind like a coward. He was a lot of things, but a coward wasn't one of them. He let his hand drift through Myrnin's hair in an attempt to calm the child down, but he wasn't sure what to say. "It is dangerous," he admitted, separating himself just enough that he could kneel down and talk to Myrnin at the same level. "But when you grow up you'll find that there are some things you believe in enough that you're willing to risk that danger for. And," he gave a self deprecating chuckle, "I probably won't be allowed in the army any time soon. But I gotta keep trying."
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Post by strider on Jun 16, 2019 20:28:07 GMT -5
Nico nodded, taking a running start and flinging himself off the building he was on onto the next one. He could see the bridge a bit closer, and clear as day, several dozen feet below him was a river, sparkling in the noon sun. "I think it is the same one!" he crowed, triumphant. It took him a moment to remember that there was no way Sam could read his body language, so he'd need to learn to do more communication by talking rather than just nodding or shrugging. Pity. It was much easier to just nod and shrug. He tried to listen to what Sam was doing, but he couldn't hear anything but the boy's panting. In the moments when Sam was jogging, he took off and leapt another building, surprised that he had such a bound in him. It was more difficult than he cared to admit, and he'd always been at least a little scared of heights, at least since he had learned of Zeus' hatred towards him just for existing. After all, Zeus had proven he was willing to kill Nico's family in cold blood just because they had the gall to exist. There was no use risking that, but here he had to take to the open air. Nico sucked in a breath, standing on the edge of the next building. He was pretty close to the river, which hopefully meant that they were in a similar spot. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a small cry of pain. "Sam?" Panic filled Nico's voice. "Sam, are you alright? What just happened?" "I'm - I'm fine," Sam lied to Nico. He was nursing his arm, staying out of the sunbeams which were still coming in from the crack around the edge of the door. He really couldn't say why he choice to lie, other than the fact that he didn't want Nico to panic. Anyway, he would be fine in a couple more minutes. "I have ..." he trailed off. The sunlight was weak. Was it possible that he could make it from the doorway and dart into a nearby shadow? Was Nico watching? Sam looked with hesitation at the gap before he nudged it open further with his shoe. It was just his arms, head, and face which was exposed. By the look of it, the shadow of the bridge was only a couple feet away. He looked up, but without getting closer he couldn't see much more than the side of the river bank. Before he could second guess himself, he hurriedly darted out the opening and danced into the shadow of the nearby bridge. He had to hold in another hiss of pain as he pressed his back against one of the bridge's braces. His shoulders, arms, and the tip of his nose hurt the most. He breathed out a couple times before he said, "Okay, I'm by the bridge. Under it, rather. Where are you?" He slowly cracked open his eyes and looked over his arms. Red, but they were slowly heeling up. "Are you sure?" Nico replied, obviously not believing him. He had heard that yelp, and Sam hadn't exactly given a believable excuse for it. Nonetheless, Nico wasn't going to pry too deeply in to it. He would rather get out of the room and talk to Sam face to face. Perhaps a room had been a bad idea, especially if it meant being separated. He could hear hard breathing for a few moments, followed by what was unmistakably a barely hidden sound of pain, but Nico knew that Sam was probably too stubborn to tell him if there was something wrong, and they would just waste time arguing over it. Nico would be able to see for sure when they were back together whether Sam was hurt, and they'd just have to deal with it from there. He stared up over the bridge, trying to decide how best to get down. He cursed the harsh sunlight for giving him no shadows to use to travel through, and he didn't exactly like the idea of jumping off a building and trusting the House to let him land unharmed. He stood on the edge and peered over, a crazy idea forming in his head. He lowered himself down and began to search for hand and footholds - they didn't come easily, but soon Nico found himself about halfway down the building unsure how he was going to get down the rest of the way with no convenient holds in sight. "I... I'm sort of hanging from a building," he admitted, his breathing labored and his voice coming out as a hiss as he did his best to hold on. "I'll be right there." It was a lie, but hopefully a harmless one.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 16, 2019 21:14:49 GMT -5
( --cato phoenix haha okay! Um.... I guess I'll just bring Volt back since my muse for her is still pretty high Cx ) Volt somersaulted into existence, arm crooked as if previously holding some kind of handgun. The Tenno rolled into a crouched position expecting to find the data vault she had just broken into, only to have the paneled lights and displays replaced with flat gray cobblestone and wooden beams. For a moment she was caught off guard, confusedly trying to figure out where she was and what had just happened. After a couple seconds of a blank stare though, everything clicked into place and she recognized the prehistoric kitchen she had visited before. Volt stood up, turning to face the rest of the group. Again, it didn't appear as if she had been gone from this place as long as she had been in her own world. There did seem to be someone new though.
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