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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 16, 2019 22:08:39 GMT -5
"Another one?" Arlo paused sifting through the flour as another blinker appeared and tilted her head slightly as she looked at her. She definitely didn't remember seeing this person before. "Hey, do you already know what's going on around here?" she wasn't sure who all had been in the room so far but she didn't want to repeat herself more than necessary. "Following clues, looking for jewels, making cakes, stuff you normally do in living Houses?" she pointed to the book Aizawa was reading. "Hmm... well, there aren't any measurements or instructions, but looking at how this place usually works it may not matter. The flour and sugar are here already but that's it so far. I think someone found the eggs before I blinked in, but they already broke them and I'm not sure where they are now." It was still worth a try.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 16, 2019 22:37:56 GMT -5
A couple new people, Volt realized, as another human(?) girl spoke up and drew her attention that direction. "I have been here before," The Tenno replied simply. Her projected voice was deliberately neutral. She never was really able to get a solid grasp on what their objective was the last time, and for some reason she was a little hesitant to bring that up. Perhaps it was because else clearly knew what they were doing. "It doesn't appear much has happened while I was absent." The girl seemed friendly enough, Volt observed, while the male was withdrawn and harder to read. Not that a creature devoid of facial expression could ever consider being an expert on that kind of thing, but she was trying. "The eggs were shattered." The Tenno confirmed, walking around the the long table in the center of the room to approach the counter. She looked over the mess of objects for a moment before spotting the one she was looking for, a wooden cup. Picking it up, she carefully tipped the contents into her metal-plated hand. "Except for this one." She held up a single egg.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jun 16, 2019 23:26:35 GMT -5
Elliot walked away from the 85 inch screen, approaching the pub in the far corner from where they stood. He overlooked the angel's reply to his initial apology, the smirk attempted for amusement didn't make any difference in Elliot's nuetral expression. His head slightly tilted back as Sandalphon asked for further elaboration on his earlier statement. He didn't reply right away, instead focusing first and foremost on the counter. His eyes full of curiosity with the type of pub, which was familiar to him but also distant given the different architect behind the counter and its seating. He leaned over the counter to look behind, raising a brow to see the cupboards were empty. "Exactly how it sounds." He softly replied, his attention returning to the Arch-Angel. "The word, ' world' is one way to interpret it, but I have also herd it described as ' lands' or ' realms', it depends where I visit." He further added. He rested his hands against the counter top. He looked towards his left, to see a way behind the counter but, he didn't seem in the mood to walk around. Instead he lifted himself on top of the counter, and slid across the table to get behind. "Every place I have visited is vastly different. Some places have more of a certain group, race, or the entirety of that place is a certain climate such as snow, or dessert. Some places the sun never sees,whereas others the night never rises." He was keeping himself a tad vague, it was more out of his own disinterest rather then secrecy. The others have mentioned that this place was like a safe haven away from his reality, and the laws which applied to his reality, but on the other hand, Sandalphon looked like a smart intellectual, he could two and two together, or ask for elaborate details. He now ducked down behind the counter, his hands moving along the cupboards, and opening the wooden doors to find it all empty. Shame... if this is a new time, or new place then it should have new incentives to sway our prisoners into providing much needed information. He continued looking through the counter. There was only plates, and glasses, but no actual drinks. He brought his head up, seeing the angel once more. His turquoise eyes were illuminating brightly. "Is there an issue with my statement?" He referred to world traveling. Elliot didn't seem convinced on the Angel's satisfaction. Rather then walking around the issue, it seemed better to address it directly. Hearing about the places and things Elliot had supposedly been to and seen was fascinating and all, but the man skipped over the part Sandalphon cared about most. " How?" The archangel pressed, cutting right to the chase. He made his way over to the bar as well, the set-up not unfamiliar enough to him to warrant a second look, especially with the conversation currently going on. "How exactly are you able to travel to all these places? One doesn't just cross into other Realms like it's nothing." He made himself at home on one of the stools and deposited his two cups on the counter in front of him, casually reclining back with crossed arms. If what he said was true, was the country the other blinker came from advanced enough to have the magic, or technology, to cross into other Realms unaided? Or was it possibly a natural ability of the being he was? He looked human, but had a completely different aura then any of the current races of Skydwellers, not matching that of a Primal or Astral either. Whatever he was, it was alien to the Primarch... Sandalphon didn't move at the last question, his serious expression unchanging. His tone, however, was somewhat lighter. "Well, where I come from, you don't exactly expect a mortal to out of the blue proclaim that they've been to other worlds." He didn't know if Elliot was truly a mortal at this point, but that was just how some Primal Beasts at times addressed anyone that wasn't another of their kind or an Astral, since both they and their creators were immortal.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 16, 2019 23:53:05 GMT -5
(Yep she's human!) Arlo had returned to rummaging through the cabinet after she'd spoken, but continued to listen to the other blinkers. She looked up again when the Tenno approached the counter just in time time to see her take an egg out of a cup. "Oh good, we must have missed that one," she said, then reached into the cabinet for something she'd found. "Found the strawberries! According to the book I think we just need water, butter and marzipan?" So far it didn't sound quite right, but it had been close to a decade since she'd tried to bake a cake and she'd had someone showing her how to do it then... her gaze dropped to the counter as she set the strawberries down. Vyra had seemed a bit sad after she told Arlo that she didn't know when her birthday was so Arlo had decided to try making a cake for her. She remembered asking Kerah if she could help as if it had been only yesterday... Arlo blinked a couple times and looked up again. "Uh, and something to mix it in."
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Post by Protractor on Jun 17, 2019 0:02:41 GMT -5
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 17, 2019 0:07:03 GMT -5
"I put those strawberries there," The Doctor admitted. "Before I blinked out. They were outside before." She jabbed a thumb back in the direction of the outside. They'd still been on the vine. She hadn't said anything since Volt had blinked in again other than to dip her head at the Tenno. She would have answered Arlo's question otherwise, but she had gotten distracted. She wasn't sure where the butter or marzipan was, but she did remember the barrels of water in the back of the other room - the medieval equivalent of a pantry. "I'll get the water," she said, turning and heading that way. A couple second later, she returned with a container full of the liquid and set it on the same counter that Arlo was working on. "I'm assuming ya know how to bake a cake?" she question. She looked over the ingredients, well aware that they were lacking a bit to actually make this cake work. Still, they could probably make something out of it. "Any luck with the butter?" she questioned.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 17, 2019 0:44:13 GMT -5
"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." "Well," said Myrnin into Steve's chest, defiant to the last, even as the older man moved. "I'm not older!" He tilted his head back, but didn't unwrap his arm from around Steve. Like if he held on that maybe he could physically hold Steve back from doing what he wanted. "Isn't there another way?" He looked at Steve with pleading eyes. "Isn't there another way to help?" His frown was something very close to a pout. Then he said, very slowly, like he wasn't ready to admit it. "I don't wanna loose my new friend." And here he looked away from Steve, down at the ground. His grasp turned from something which was holding the man back to something which was closer to a hug. "If you die then the world isn't gonna be the same," he said quietly into Steve's shoulder. "It's gonna be less. I'm gonna be less. It hurts when things die." He tried not to sniff. Myrnin wasn't prophetic. Steve didn't know him as an adult. Adult Myrnin held the same view about everyone. That if someone died than some part of the world - and Myrnin - died too.
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 0:53:56 GMT -5
Steve shook his head, a bit sadly. "I've done everything I can around home to help, but it's not enough. There are lots of people out there who need help, and if I can do anything about it..." his brow furrowed. "There are some things I won't sacrifice for safety. War is always going to be dangerous, and there's a lot that's at stake, but there's so much more we can win." A small smile began to stretch across his face as he thought of all of the good the army could do... of all the good he could help do instead of watching at home and waiting for those godforsaken telegrams to reach the homes of his friends' parents... especially with Bucky going off to fight. There was nothing Steve wouldn't do to join, though he figured it would probably hurt more than help if he admitted that to Myrnin. "I can't promise you I won't die," Steve managed, the words spread evenly as he tried to think of what exactly to say. "But I know I'll be coming here for a good long while before I do. If Germany thinks they can kill me that easy, they got another thing coming," he added with a bit of a cocky smile. It was mostly bravado, but Myrnin didn't need to know that. It hurt, a bit, to hear Myrnin speak with such familiarity about death. Had he experienced much of it at such a young age? His cocky smile dropped, replaced by a more genuine look of reassurance in his blue eyes. "I don't know if you're religious, or what you believe, but people..." he frowned, trying to find the right words. "People burn so brightly throughout their lives that of course the world darkens when they're gone. But you never truly lose anyone. No matter what happens to me, I'll always be your friend, even if it's from whatever's after this life." Always the optimist, though he figured it served him well in this situation.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 17, 2019 1:00:53 GMT -5
"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. Sam's eyes widened a bit. He tried to tilt his head enough to see where Nico was. The shadow of the bridge only just allowed this. He could see where Nico was. In more detail that Nico could. Sam narrowed his eyes and his eyes sharpened even more as his irises expanded. "Try ... okay, about two inches to the right and four down of your left foot. Then there should be another for your right foot, only you have to stretch it about eight inches to the left." He didn't want Nico to get hurt. His heart was still in his chest and he was sure that if he could pump some life back into it than it would have ended up running faster than normal as he worried about Nico. "And I swear I fine," he promised. He meant it. He thought he was fine. He was healing, at least. He just needed to be sure that Nico reached the ground without falling. "D-do you need any more instructions?" he asked.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 17, 2019 1:10:21 GMT -5
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. "You have sugar?" asked Myrnin, eyes wide. He sounded so shocked. "Wooooow." Then he thought about it and decided, "I want lemonade. Do you not need it for this game then? Or will completing this game summon some?" He suddenly looked very excited at the idea. This was the House after all. Maybe that was possible! He nodded a bit at the prospect of the game ending. Okay, he could do that. And maybe if he did not move he would get lemonade! "Let's do it then!" he said cheerfully. "I wish to win." His eyes sparkled with mirth. Even if he didn't win, he would make a good effort to it!
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 1:11:09 GMT -5
Nico almost glanced down to see where Sam was, but the truth was that fear of Zeus had ingrained in him a fear of heights that he frankly didn't wish to be confronted with then. It just seemed odd, given how far above the ground he probably was, that Sam could see exactly where he should put his feet. Sure enough, however, when he stretched his left foot down and to the right, there was a decent enough foothold for him to swing his right leg to the place Sam had indicated. He felt down with his right foot again and found another solid place, then another for his left and he was moving again. Sam was surely too far away to have known for sure how to help, but Nico wasn't ready to dismiss the idea that Sam had powers he hadn't mentioned. After all, it hadn't come up. How much did Sam really know about Nico's own powers? Nico could tell from Sam's aura alone that he was different, but he couldn't tell exactly how and he wasn't inclined to pry. "I... I think I'm okay," he managed, just when his right foot lost its grip and he slid down a few inches before his left hand connected with a particularly convenient brick that appeared to be sticking out. Heart pounding, he found a place for his other hand and two feet. "Or maybe not," he hissed, trying and failing to crack a joke as he once more began to try to lower himself down, this time more carefully.
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Post by Auransky on Jun 17, 2019 1:13:48 GMT -5
Elliot watched the archangel make his way for the counter. Keeping his usual neutrality of an expression, Elliot carefully observed the steps and overall movements that Sandalphon made. It was evident that the figure before him was not satisfied with the answer; regardless of the vocal how. "I guess you have a point." Recalling his earlier response of traveling. In his homeland, it was a known practice, and the idea was further enforced in the house as normal, provided everyone's opinions; specifically the few individuals he has interacted with. On the other hand, he willingly avoided contact with anyone, unless he was addressed to. In the house, he found himself somewhat more willing to interact with a few individuals; granted that line was very thin. "You might find yourself baffled, to discover that mortals find ways to achieve feats, even if it involves collaboration." He softly commented. He was insulted by the term, but it was the lowest of insults, making a scene would be a waste of time. He leaned against the counter now, his face resting sideways against his right palm. His eyes glimpsed up, thinking of a response. Then his fingers started moving as if counting. "Well..." He slowly began, trying to simplify the answer. "There are many ways to travel, but I can group them up in three ways." He considered, trying to quickly reaffirm himself. "The first method is through a charm. It is a particular item that allows you to go to a particular place at any time." He looked down to see the two mugs. "Something physical, typically something you keep close to you." He briefly closed his eyes, "Charms can be larger items as well, mirrors, fireplaces, doors, or as church prefers, crystals that trigger through waterfalls." He couldn't help but sigh. "The only downside is that the item is limited to travel to the place it is linked to. In other instances, it can be limited in usage." "The second method is through a guide. Guides can vary widely, from magic users to other beings. That also means that the method of travel varies, based on who is providing the opportunity. They make a healthy living taking an individual or group from one place to the next. These guides also produce the business of charms. Being able to guide others, they have the ability to travel. Therefore, their families are pretty well off." "The third method is magic. That isn't to say that anyone with access to magic can pull off the feat. Rather, an individual with high and extensive experience can manifest the gateway into other realities. Having the ability to travel at will, eliminates the need for a guide, and further need for a charm." Sometime in between his explanation, he leaned towards the opposite direction, of where he was initially leaning. While he wasn't bored, his outward appearance said otherwise. HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 1:16:25 GMT -5
Noah's eyes widened at Myrnin's sudden fixation and his rather... inaccurate conclusion. Would it be rude to tell him that there was absolutely no way that the game would summon lemonade unless Myrnin had some sort of magic to make it happen? "It's... it's just a fun game," he admitted, rubbing at the smudge on his cheek. "You don't actually need any lemonade to play it, and I've never seen it summon lemonade, but..." he frowned, wondering how to soften the blow to the boy. "I'm on a hunt, in my world, to find a Welsh king who died a long long time ago. Legends say if you find him you get a wish, and... how 'bout this. If I find him first then I'll ask for lemonade to be summoned by playing this game, alright?" Was it disingenuous because he knew he would never find Glendower first? Perhaps, but it wasn't like he was exactly lying. He had nothing to wish for for himself, though he remembered - backwards, perhaps, so maybe could foretell - that he had friends who would wish for his life back. Noah didn't know if he wanted to spend a wish on that... after all, there were those better than him that deserved that wish. "Perhaps you will win," he replied, voice distant, but smile still present. "Want to try?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 17, 2019 1:20:02 GMT -5
Steve shook his head, a bit sadly. "I've done everything I can around home to help, but it's not enough. There are lots of people out there who need help, and if I can do anything about it..." his brow furrowed. "There are some things I won't sacrifice for safety. War is always going to be dangerous, and there's a lot that's at stake, but there's so much more we can win." A small smile began to stretch across his face as he thought of all of the good the army could do... of all the good he could help do instead of watching at home and waiting for those godforsaken telegrams to reach the homes of his friends' parents... especially with Bucky going off to fight. There was nothing Steve wouldn't do to join, though he figured it would probably hurt more than help if he admitted that to Myrnin. "I can't promise you I won't die," Steve managed, the words spread evenly as he tried to think of what exactly to say. "But I know I'll be coming here for a good long while before I do. If Germany thinks they can kill me that easy, they got another thing coming," he added with a bit of a cocky smile. It was mostly bravado, but Myrnin didn't need to know that. It hurt, a bit, to hear Myrnin speak with such familiarity about death. Had he experienced much of it at such a young age? His cocky smile dropped, replaced by a more genuine look of reassurance in his blue eyes. "I don't know if you're religious, or what you believe, but people..." he frowned, trying to find the right words. "People burn so brightly throughout their lives that of course the world darkens when they're gone. But you never truly lose anyone. No matter what happens to me, I'll always be your friend, even if it's from whatever's after this life." Always the optimist, though he figured it served him well in this situation. Myrnin sniffed again. "Where's Germany?" he asked. "M-maybe I can go there and help?" He suddenly sounded hopeful at the idea of helping his new friend. "I ... I can help too. And maybe if I help first, then you wont have to go. And then you can fight somethin' less dangerous at him. Like ... like to stop hunger or somethin'. And then all your friends would come home fine. Where's Germany?" His eyebrows drew together and he then looked down at his feet as Steve asked if he was religious. Religion was a bit different for Myrnin than the general ideas that Steve might be familiar with. It was muddled up with local legends and understandings. But it was still a belief. And it was a belief that said some very choice things about him. "No," he muttered under his breath and then his hands wrapped up in Steve's shirt. "No you wont. Because you wont wanna be my friend then." And from the way he said it, it was pretty clear he believed it. Under his breath, so low that maybe Steve wouldn't hear, he said, "And if I die I wont see you either. Monsters don't have ..." But he didn't say the word 'souls'. It hung in the breath in his lungs, unreleased.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 17, 2019 1:29:32 GMT -5
Nico almost glanced down to see where Sam was, but the truth was that fear of Zeus had ingrained in him a fear of heights that he frankly didn't wish to be confronted with then. It just seemed odd, given how far above the ground he probably was, that Sam could see exactly where he should put his feet. Sure enough, however, when he stretched his left foot down and to the right, there was a decent enough foothold for him to swing his right leg to the place Sam had indicated. He felt down with his right foot again and found another solid place, then another for his left and he was moving again. Sam was surely too far away to have known for sure how to help, but Nico wasn't ready to dismiss the idea that Sam had powers he hadn't mentioned. After all, it hadn't come up. How much did Sam really know about Nico's own powers? Nico could tell from Sam's aura alone that he was different, but he couldn't tell exactly how and he wasn't inclined to pry. "I... I think I'm okay," he managed, just when his right foot lost its grip and he slid down a few inches before his left hand connected with a particularly convenient brick that appeared to be sticking out. Heart pounding, he found a place for his other hand and two feet. "Or maybe not," he hissed, trying and failing to crack a joke as he once more began to try to lower himself down, this time more carefully. "Good," said Sam, breathing out a sigh of relief. Then he yelped as he saw Nico almost fall and he felt himself move a small step forward as if he hoped to traverse the distance within seconds and ... do what? By that time, Nico had caught himself and Sam had to back up as the edge of the sun only a couple inches away made his skin prickle. "A-are you okay?" Sam asked. He could see Nico was, but he needed verbal reassurance that his own eyes weren't lying to him. He almost tried to smile as Nico cracked a joke - or tried to. It made him feel a bit better knowing that he was at least okay enough to do that. "You're almost there," he reassured. He was watching very carefully, but Nico was almost out of view because the trees and river bank were getting in the way. "At least if you drop now you should be fine," Sam said with a nervous laugh.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 17, 2019 1:38:18 GMT -5
Noah's eyes widened at Myrnin's sudden fixation and his rather... inaccurate conclusion. Would it be rude to tell him that there was absolutely no way that the game would summon lemonade unless Myrnin had some sort of magic to make it happen? "It's... it's just a fun game," he admitted, rubbing at the smudge on his cheek. "You don't actually need any lemonade to play it, and I've never seen it summon lemonade, but..." he frowned, wondering how to soften the blow to the boy. "I'm on a hunt, in my world, to find a Welsh king who died a long long time ago. Legends say if you find him you get a wish, and... how 'bout this. If I find him first then I'll ask for lemonade to be summoned by playing this game, alright?" Was it disingenuous because he knew he would never find Glendower first? Perhaps, but it wasn't like he was exactly lying. He had nothing to wish for for himself, though he remembered - backwards, perhaps, so maybe could foretell - that he had friends who would wish for his life back. Noah didn't know if he wanted to spend a wish on that... after all, there were those better than him that deserved that wish. "Perhaps you will win," he replied, voice distant, but smile still present. "Want to try?" "That's okay," Myrnin assured, looking a bit disappointed but otherwise okay. He brightened a bit at the suggestion of using a wish on the game, but shook his head. "Nahh. I can think of a better wish than that ... uh ... like a lot of those soft things. Stuffed animals only they aren't actually stuffed animals. Or maybe a trap door hideaway? Or to be able to see your friends no matter how far away they are or where they are ... So then I could see your world!" He brightened at that idea. "You could do that! I'm sure you have more friends in the House and then you could meet them!" He looked back at his hands now, since he'd come up with such a good idea as that, and nodded. "Ye. I wanna try. But you're gonna loose!" Then he started to pay extra attention to Noah, so he could win against him.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 17, 2019 3:03:06 GMT -5
</div>"What's a scientist?" questioned Myrnin, his head tilting with curiosity. "Is that what you are?" Hange's personality seemed to match his own in many ways, though he wasn't sure whether or not they were actually that similar to him, truthfully. He often felt like he must be the only one like him - or that maybe his father was exactly like him but Myrnin just hadn't gotten that far yet. To Myrnin, the breaker box looked just as odd as it probably did to Hange. He looked down at it and asked them, "Um ... what does all this do?" Maybe they would know ... <Raintalon>
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 17, 2019 10:07:54 GMT -5
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. Kelsier finished the awkward climb by rolling over on his back, and then getting to his feet from there. He was getting a lot more tired from this than he expected, a fact that made him equally embarrassed about his dependence on his Allomancy and nervous about what would happen if he lost what he had left of it. He allowed himself a little pewter for his sore legs, but even that left him feeling light-headed, so he quickly extinguished it. He let Nico’s hands go, raising a questioning eyebrow at the urgency it had been taken. It had been the same way with every other time they’d been near each other, and it wasn’t hard for him to guess why. How many people had he seen with the same near-panicked response to closeness? Then Nico stepped into the button and Kelsier lunged towards him, forgetting everything as flashes of Nico bursting into flame, Nico dropping dead, Nico gone without a trace, everything burst into his mind at the same moment. “What were you thinking?” He demanded as soon as it was clear the button was harmless. His eyes flashed as he spoke, his fear turning to anger in a second. “Why would you take a risk like that when we don’t know what would happen if you died again? I have a life to spare, let me take the risks from now on!”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 17, 2019 10:28:45 GMT -5
“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. The look in Noah’s eye made Rue think of the bittersweet taste of leaves she chewed as she worked, more to keep her mouth busy than to actually get full. It wasn’t that complicated for her, really. A promise was not something she had the opportunity to make often enough for her to break them, and the few she could remember had been to herself. She remembered vividly the first time she’d realized that when the Peacekeepers forbade her from ever stealing the fruit only she could reach, she didn’t have to obey. She remembered that night, the look on her sister’s face when she saw the cherries, the fear in her mother’s eyes when the adult realized what she’d done. But it turned out she had a knack for lying and stealing. It helped when you were practically invisible already. Since then, she’d promised herself that her siblings would never starve, and that no matter how the idea of being in the Games made her feel like her stomach had been stabbed with a poison-laced spear, she would never let them enter their names more than the minimum. A promise was not something she considered breaking. It was also not something she considered useful from anyone else, so the fact that she had trusted Noah’s and that he had made good on it, and that now he was offering to do even more.... She felt the sudden, ridiculous urge to cry. “Ready.” She said instead, and got on, first standing in front of him and then wondering if she was supposed to sit. “Is it okay if I stand?” She whispered it, as though speaking too loud might shatter the dream.
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 10:47:41 GMT -5
Nico didn't notice Kelsier coming, only felt hands on him, pushing him away from the button and suddenly he was on his side, trying to make himself as small as possible because all around him were whispers of creatures that were no longer there, the phantom feeling of hands - most of them not even close to human - grabbing him and scratching and hurting, and... Nico forced his eyes open. "So you care," he smirked, barely managing to keep himself afloat long enough to get the words out. There were too many memories in his head rushing forward, memories that he knew should have pushed him over the edge the first time but now just sent his heart skidding and made it difficult to breathe. He had lived his life by taking all the risks he could without telling anyone he was doing so. The thing was, even if they did know, it wasn't like anyone in his world was going to stop him. They didn't care enough unless he was part of an important prophecy or something, and even if they did, everyone in his world knew that in order to survive or allow others to survive, you had to take those kinds of risks. But the risk he'd taken that had led to all of this... he knew he wouldn't even be alive had there not been a prophecy calling for his rescue. "You take a risk, then I take a risk. That's the way it's going to be. I'm not afraid of death," Nico grimaced before the memories and images descended upon him and he couldn't quite tell what reality was and what was fabricated by his mind as it tried to slowly eat at him. It was true, he wasn't afraid of death. He was far more afraid of what was happening right now, why even with his eyes open he could just see things the way they had been when he was so sure he wasn't going to survive another day... he was aware he was trembling, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't even breathe.
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 10:59:46 GMT -5
Noah nodded, then realized foolishly that she probably couldn't see the movement of his head from where her own was positioned. "Feel free to stand. It's probably easier that way," he told her, making sure her feet were on the inside edges of his so he still had a free range of motion to do what he needed. "I'm going to hold on to your shoulders so you don't fall," he told her, allowing himself a small smile as he made sure they were both stable and he began to propel them forward. It was a bit harder with two people, but not noticeably so, and as they dropped down into the bowl of the skateboard and began picking up speed, Noah could feel himself grinning. He leaned forward, increasing their momentum, and when they came out the other side he launched them high into the air, hanging there for just a moment. It was a moment of life and joy and everything that made him look back so fondly on life. It was a rush he never expected to feel now, but when it came it was like the parts of him that were missing returned, if only while they hung in the air. And then gravity took it's hold and they came back down towards the ground. Suddenly, however, it wasn't the board itself hitting the ground with the ease Noah was accustomed to, it was just them, and the sunlight disappeared from the sky and they were back in another room. One Noah didn't recognize. During their tumble towards the ground he had pulled Rue closer to him so that he would take the brunt of their landing, but he now attempted to stand up and try to figure out where they were, and why the House had landed them here.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 17, 2019 11:05:50 GMT -5
Kelsier flinched back, almost as though he was the one with the terror coursing through his body like blood, as Nico went down. He cursed himself, backing up. He hadn’t meant to touch him, he’d just reacted before he could think, trying to get him off the button before something as awful as what had happened when he’d stepped into the slime happened to him again, only this time, with the possibility of him staying as cold and lifeless as he’d been the moment after the blade had pierced his throat. He kneeled, but he didn’t approach again, no matter how badly he wanted to hold the demigod until the horrors he was clearly seeing let him be. Instead he spoke, soft but slow and clear, his tone as calm as he could make it. “Hey. Listen to my voice. You’re here, you’re in the Paradox House, in a room. With me. You hate me, right? Focus on that, nothing else. Nothing else is happening to you right now.” He wished he had more informations, so he knew exactly what he should say. But he didn’t, so he just said the same things he’d said to the countless Skaa children he’d seen in similar states. “What’s your favorite smell? Imagine that, with every breath in, imagine that smell filling up the room. Imagine your favorite place, and then lay in it. It’s just as real as what you’re seeing, so see it instead. And when you can’t, let it go, then bring it back again, because this is one thing it’s impossible to do wrong. Understand?” He waited, watching the rise and fall of Nico’s rapid, shallow breaths. Watching him tremble as though suddenly, he was freezing to death. He had no idea whether anything he’d said had made it through, but he stayed back, hoping desperately for some sign that he’d helped at all.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 17, 2019 11:19:09 GMT -5
Rue nodded, grinning as he confirmed she was allowed the stand. It was what she wanted to do; sitting felt like it would be too different from doing this without any help, which she still wanted to do someday. Even if that was about as likely as the Games being cancelled tomorrow. “Okay,” she agreed as his hands rested on her shoulders, steadying her as suddenly, they were in motion. She heard herself gasp as the air whipped her hair back and she leaned forward too, just a little bit so Noah had more room to steer. Then they dropped, and her mouth flew open in a soundless scream of equal thrill and terror. If Noah hadn’t been holding her, she had no doubt that she would have fallen backwards and broken at least three bones, but with him it was easier to copy his posture and steady herself as they approached the air. Then they were flying, and her mouth was still open but now she was laughing. On impulse she stretched her arms out on either side of her like wings, the freedom of being in the air like that instant she’d already experienced only a hundred times better, like falling but also so, so, so different. She braced herself for impact as they went down, then shrieked as the board vanished and she felt Noah pull her closer, the sun on her face vanish. She hit the ground, cushioned by Noah’s body, then slid off and got slowly to her feet to look around. “You’re still here, so this can’t be back in my world.” She said uncertainly. She thought that was true anyway. Did she know that blinkers never visited different worlds?
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 17, 2019 11:23:59 GMT -5
</div>Hange stood up tall, raising their pointer finger as Myrnin raised a question they were rarely asked. Everyone in their world knew what a scientist was. What kind of place must Myrnin have come from where he’d never been told? “A scientist is someone who systematically gathers and uses research and evidence, making a hypothesis and testing it, to gain and share understanding and knowledge,” they said, easily rattling off the definition they’d been taught off the top of their head. “They’re explorers of the natural universe, who seek to understand that which society has yet to even question, and, of course, in light of that, relentless curiosity is an absolute necessity for one seeking call themself a true scientist.” They crouched down a little, giving little Myrnin a wide smile. “And yes, I am one! In an official capacity, I’ve been employed as a scientist for many years, but some would say I was born that way.” Turning their attention to the breaker box, they tilted their head, squinting at all the odd switches and wires. “I have no idea,” they admitted, running a finger over one of the switches. Then, they glanced again at their small companion. “Lesson #1 of science. Not knowing is an opportunity, not a failure. Now the fun part begins - we get to find out!”
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 11:28:59 GMT -5
You hate me, right? Nico heard Kelsier's words as though through a muffled loudspeaker, like he was trying to yell at him during a storm on the sea. Like he was one of the millions of people in Asphodel who had long since lost their voices due to millennia of disuse. Those words, however, stuck with him, cutting through the sea of thoughts that threatened to push Nico over the edge once and for all. There was no resentment towards Kelsier, he realized with a jolt. He had every reason to hate the man, but the truth was he didn't. Because he'd never let himself be this vulnerable in front of anyone, but he hadn't had a choice here. Instead of taking advantage of it, Kelsier was here, talking him through it like he'd done so a million times before. The realization ran like ice down Nico's spine. He was terrified of Kelsier getting close enough to know exactly what to say now, but how was it that he was terrified of the very man who he was mentally clinging to in order to emerge from this petrified state? It didn't make sense. He didn't say anything in return - didn't have the energy to - but he listened, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to do as Kelsier instructed. A hazy image of his rooms in the underworld appeared, complete with the weight of a hellhound curled up next to him as he lightly scratched behind her colossal ear. It didn't do much to keep away the screaming in his head or the other memories that came pounding through, but he kept his entire being focused on it as though it was a shield. He thought of the Lodge, how warm and comfortable it had seemed. He forced himself to smell the salty tang of sea spray, which he had come to associate with the feelings he had hated for so long that had coursed through him, but also with the comfort of someone trying so hard to help him despite all of the betrayal and the distrust... there were so few people he was open with about anything, but so many more that he respected and looked up to with a secrecy he kept so hidden they would never know. Was Kelsier becoming one of those people? Nico couldn't tell for sure. His breathing was beginning to even out, if only a little bit.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 17, 2019 11:40:11 GMT -5
( --cato phoenix mintedstar/fur Iceclaw ) Volt's helmet tipped down as she looked at the small white egg in her hand. There was really no way to get it back into her own world. Silently the Tenno reached over and gently placed the egg next to the collection of other ingredients being assembled on the table before turning back to the others. Butter and Marzipan. The words were unfamiliar, although she had heard at least one of them being called out for sale in city market on Earth. Butter, if she remembered correctly. But aside from knowing it was something humans had a need for, she hadn't paid much attention. Something to mix it in, now that she could probably locate. "How much product will this mixture create?" Volt asked. She cast a quick glance around the room to see if any containers looked suitable. "Are you mixing it by hand?" If so, they would need something with a wide opening. A large bowl, perhaps? The large black cauldron sitting in the corner seemed the most obvious answer. The Tenno approached it, evaluating whether it would work as needed. They would certainly not have to worry about any excess of mixture.
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 11:42:10 GMT -5
Noah watched Rue carefully as she stood up and looked around, and soon he was on his feet as well. He frowned at the room, trying to figure out what it was. There was a door at the end of it, though he could see from where he stood that it was locked. "This definitely isn't your world," Noah replied quietly. "I think it's the House still." He knew it wasn't his. There was no ley line coursing through his veins where it seemed like blood should be. There was just the grounding force of the House that seemed all to happy to lend him its energy. He doubted Rue's world was so charged - he doubted he'd have been this solid in any world but the House or his own. After all, it was lucky that his body had been left on a ley line. It was the one kindness he'd been afforded. Casting a quick glance back at Rue, Noah approached the door and tried the handle, just to make sure he was right about it being locked. Sure enough, it didn't budge, but he noticed something flashing on what appeared to be a scanner. "The key is a secret," he read aloud, turning to look at Rue. His face - although usually pale - had grown ashen. He knew the words could be taken in two different ways, but he had a feeling he knew what it meant. It wasn't like they had to guess where the key was... it seemed far more likely the House wanted them to share what they weren't particularly inclined to. And Noah feared that perhaps no ordinary secret would do. Rue had looked at him with such joy in the previous room. He didn't want to destroy that... deep inside he knew the way she would look at him would change. After all, nobody wanted to befriend the dead. There was too much difference between them and the living, but Noah had clung so deeply to life - had given away his life to someone else - that he had become stuck in the in between. He had always liked to think he was more alive than dead, but he knew deep down - as the House seemed to - that such a thing was just a lie.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 17, 2019 11:43:57 GMT -5
</div>“Yeah, let’s walk,” said Matt, after a beat. “All this pitch black is freaking me out - maybe all we have to do is walk until we get out of it?” Unlike Nico, it made Matt feel better to just say he was scared. Like it couldn’t hurt him as much if it was out in the open. He hoped he hadn’t hurt the kid’s feelings by rejecting his offer to ‘shadow travel’, but even he had more common sense than to let a total stranger use his powers on him. So, yeah. They’d just keep walking. Could it really be that easy? He took a step forward, then another, and then...he kicked something. Something hard, by the sound of it - it skittered across the floor, bouncing away a few feet into the dark. ”Hey, I found something,” he announced, squinting even though it wouldn’t do him much good. “I just...kicked it. It’s over there somewhere.”
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 11:50:34 GMT -5
Nico hoped Matt was right about that one. Keeping on walking would be easy, wouldn't it? They could probably just find a way out that way. His eyes narrowed at the sound of something skidding across the floor, and he felt his hand go automatically to his sword. Convenient, he thought sarcastically, to have a sword that sucked the light out of rooms in a room that was this dark anyway. He moved towards it, following the sound of where it went. He couldn't see Matt, but he could feel the young man there with him, and that was all he needed. He was grateful his powers gave him the ability to feel human life around him, even when he couldn't quite see. Finally, he bent down around where he thought he had heard the object stop, and felt around until his hand made contact with something that felt plastic and hard. He picked it up, confusion filling him once the object - what appeared to be a weapon of some sort - burst into red lights, and a vest seemed to materialize around Nico that sported the same flashing color. "Is this like... capture the flag or something?" he asked, completely unfamiliar with the set up.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 17, 2019 11:56:44 GMT -5
Matt let out a sort of involuntary gasp as the lights activated, and he was suddenly wearing a vest that was just the slightest bit too loose. Then, he looked over at Nico, and noticed what he was holding. “Oh, hell yeah,” he said, a grin spreading across his face as he began to look around for his own weapon. “This is laser tag - the objective is to use this - “ he picked up the second gun, which was lying near one of the newly-materialized cover panels, “ - To hit your opponents’ targets on their vests. It can be capture the flag or just a free for all - usually they’ll tell you which one before the game starts.”
Several more obstacles and cover panels lit up, one by one, and then, name tags spread in neon green across each of the boys’ vests. Both read TEAM A. “Huh...wonder who team B’s gonna be...” muttered Matt, but before he could try and figure it out, a bright, flashing sign lit up from somewhere in the darkness above. THIRTY SECONDS TO START, it read, in bright blue.
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