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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 12:13:05 GMT -5
Nico frowned, a bit confused, but he would go along with it. The way Matt was describing it, it seemed fun. And although he would never admit it out loud, he loved Capture the Flag at Camp Half Blood, even if he'd never really gotten the chance to play with his full powers. He could picture it, though. If they ever did an inter-camp game, they'd have to split the children of the Big Three up to avoid giving any of the four of them an unfair advantage. "So you just... shoot it at the enemy?" He asked, looking. There was a reason he didn't use long range weapons - he had frankly terrible aim, although most people didn't know that about him. He tried to keep it hidden. He looked around, trying to figure out where their enemies would be. Truth was, he was grateful to be on the same team as Matt. It would probably be helpful to have an ally who had played this before. The timer was running down by the second, and Nico had a feeling they were supposed to be getting out of plain sight. He cast a grin towards Matt and ran forward several paces until he was behind one of the walls. It was then that he spotted the staircase - two levels? That was going to be a fun challenge. That was, if Nico could learn to aim properly. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, but this adrenaline was born out of excitement rather than fear. He was ready for this... he was going to make this fun.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 17, 2019 12:27:19 GMT -5
Seeing the sign, Matt ducked behind one of the walls as well, pressing his back to it as all his memories of laser tag with Sakura began to surface once again. “Okay, so,” he hissed to Nico, just loud enough to be heard, but hopefully not loud enough to give away their location. “I’m guessing this is a free-for-all, because - “ Just then, a loud voice boomed over the speakers. “TWENTY SECONDS UNTIL GAME START. FIRST GAME: TEAM DEATHMATCH.” “Cool. I was right,” said Matt, raising an eyebrow at the timing. “Anyway. The goal is to eliminate everyone on the other team before they can eliminate both of us. Target zones are usually the glowing target marks on the costumes - we have ‘em too. Go for the chest or the head - chest is easier but headshots get more points, so if you’re feeling lucky, go for it!” Nico looked like he was having fun. He was glad - this wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but it would be a whole lot more fun if Nico liked it, too.
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Post by zeph! on Jun 17, 2019 13:09:56 GMT -5
(Ahhhh- sorry! I've been asleep lol.) Sky quietly bit her lip as the blinker studied her. When the blinker touched her own left side of her face, Sky's flushed. What, you didn't think it would draw attention? She chastised herself silently. Just because you're in a new place doesn't mean things have changed. She shook the thought from her head before she smiled. "I'm Sky. Yeah, I'm new. I think." At the Doctor's question, she shrugged. "I thought I saw something, but a second later, I- how do you say- blinked out. I definitely didn't see anyone I knew under the hood." At the mention of the eggs, her face went even redder. Thank goodness Volt had another. Hopefully, that would be enough. "I can go look for the butter." Sky volunteered, now desperate to be even a little bit helpful. She looked around, before walking into what must be the pantry.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 17, 2019 13:41:09 GMT -5
</div>Hange's definition was interesting, but Myrnin didn't understand all of it. He watched them with curiosity, as if he would learn what a scientist was by intense gazing. So far there had been no answer, but that didn't mean he didn't get anything they had said. "Your job is to ask questions?" he said, sounding just a touch amazed. That sound like a really good job. "And people let you?" This excited him. That sounded like an awesome job. Why couldn't he do that? He watched them work, eyes flickering over their hands and then to their face, waiting for all of this to be answered. "O-okay," he said. "How do we find out?" <Raintalon>
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 17, 2019 14:23:14 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. When Nico show any sign of having heard, Kelsier feared his words hadn’t been good enough even to break through the storm of memories. He hadn’t even considered the possibility that the boy didn’t loathe him, after what he’d done. He couldn’t take it back, he knew he’d carry his regret with him for the rest of his life, but he also knew that he could go on. it wasn’t going to get in the way of what he needed to do. He thought he saw Nico’s breathe steady, just a little bit. It might have been his imagination, but he decided to believe it wasn’t. “That’s it. As long as you’re breathing, you’re where you want to be, and you’re fine. Right now, right here, you’re fine.” It wasn’t guilt that motivated him to pull Nick back. Honestly, he wasn’t even thinking about what it meant for him, he was too focused on finding the words he needed to succeed. He didn’t have room to think of anything else, and he didn’t try to. “Listen to how quiet it is.” He went on, slow and firm, keeping his voice as close to the sound of heavy rain as he could. “Whenever you feel ready, try opening your eyes, just for a moment. Until then, stay in the place you feel safest. There’s nothing to hurry for. There’s nothing that is going to happen to you.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 17, 2019 14:33:59 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. Rue glanced at him, uncertain why he sounded so sure this was the House still, but trusting that he had a reason. Maybe he knew blinkers didn’t visit each other somehow. She followed him to the door, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the lower light, and stopped behind him as he read the sign out loud. The key is a secret. At first she thought it meant they just had to look around the room and find where it had been hidden, but somehow that didn’t seem to fit with the look on Noah’s face, and then she understood. “It didn’t say ‘where the key is’ is a secret.” She murmured, mostly to let Noah know that she got it without him telling her. “It said ‘the key is a secret’. It means we have to say a secret to get out, doesn’t it?” She couldn’t help the worry in her eyes as she glanced up at Noah, searching his pale features as though she would find his secret written across his skin. Then she looked away, suddenly angry with herself for trying. “Well, I don’t think that’s fair. I’m so grateful to the House for giving me the chance to meet people and do things I never could have done before, but that doesn’t mean it can just make us say things we don’t want to. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, Noah. We can just wait here until we blink out.”
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 16:04:21 GMT -5
Noah felt it itching at his throat, forcing its way out, but he kept it in. Rue deserved to know that he was just a fragment of a human being. He wasn't capable of being wholly human like he'd been before. He could play act his way through it as much as he wanted, but he knew that he had lost so much of who he was... he wanted to fade away, but the House kept him staunchly solid. There was no taking the coward's way out of it this time. He couldn't just pretend he'd blinked out, and he wouldn't make Rue wait. But he didn't want to ruin the moment they had just left... he didn't want to taint it as she realized she had been on the skateboard with some... some creature that was desperately holding on to the threads of humanity. "I'm dead," he choked out just as Rue finished talking. "I died... four years ago." Sometimes he said things like that as a joke to freak people out for a second, but only the people he knew would never believe him. They'd chalk it up to a weird sense of humor, and he knew that nobody in his world would learn the truth about him until they found his body. He knew that day would come, and he knew he'd lose control once he could no longer draw from the ley lines - his memory became spotty at parts, the circular nature of it all weaving in and out in ways even he couldn't quite understand. He'd long ago stopped trying to sift through that part of the future. Or was it the past? It scared him that sometimes he couldn't remember. His hand found its way to his cheek as though he could hide it, but he knew it just drew more attention to the killing blow. He wanted to shrink away and hide, to not have to look at Rue, but the House wasn't quite so kind.
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 16:13:11 GMT -5
Nico clung on to Kelsier's words as though they were the only things keeping him alive. He supposed that in a way they were. He knew that a mortal mind wasn't strong enough to handle everything he had seen. He knew that the Mist hadn't worked on him, even for the darkest monsters that existed there. He'd done things, he'd become things he didn't want to think about. And when he'd been captured... no. The cold feeling of the rock below him, the glow of the purple button just trying to leak through his eyelids, Kelsier's soft, rich, steady voice. That was what was real. That was what mattered. There were some things he would never talk about... some things that he didn't know how to put words to. He'd been angry for years, but somewhere along the line that anger had shifted into fear that he was desperate to cover up. It was always there, burning close to the surface, it had been since he was ten years old. It ignited at this feeling of helplessness of vulnerability, of weakness in front of someone he hardly even knew. Kelsier was right. It was quiet. There was nothing to hear when he strained his ears into reality. He felt tears - hot and wet - on his cheeks, though he couldn't recall crying. He had always been bad at telling when things were real and when things were a trap, but he thought he had always known the difference between dreams and reality. Now, though, the line seemed blurred. The fear burned at him, combatted by anger, until it all fizzled out and he was able to think past it, to hear only Kelsier, and then open his eyes slowly. He was embarrassed, it seemed, and angry with himself, but he didn't know what to say as he met Kelsier's gaze. He didn't even know if he could form words without breaking down again. How could he have been undone so quickly? He had just given Kelsier a weapon against him too powerful to bear thinking about. But what scared him the most was that, for some reason, he trusted Kelsier not to use it.
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 16:27:29 GMT -5
</div>Nico nodded, hearing the voice as excitement and anticipation built up in his veins. He was ready. Again, he wasn't a particularly good shot, but he had a feeling the game would let him keep shooting until he hit something, as long as he didn't get hit first. The stakes were much lower than anything else he'd experienced. Distantly he wondered if there had been laser tag in the Lotus Hotel and he'd just missed it, but it wasn't like he was inclined to go back any time soon and check. Perhaps in his world he'd try to find one of these things later and make the other demigods play. They could all use a little bit of semi-violent low-stakes fun after this whole prophecy nonsense. If they won the war. He grimaced and pushed the thought away. The voice announced "TEN SECONDS UNTIL GAME START," and Nico had the distinct feeling that the two of them were going to win, no matter how many players the House conjured up for the other team. If he was honest with himself, he didn't even stop to consider that it all could be a trap.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 17, 2019 16:29:32 GMT -5
Rue jumped, startled as he interrupted her last word. She didn’t understand that he’d said. Of course he wasn’t dead, he was standing right there, talking to her. Laughing with her and sharing her moment of freedom, just moments before. How could he stand there and tell her he was dead. “No you’re not.” She heard herself say, her bewilderment lacing her voice. “Don’t say that. You’re not dead.” It felt a little bit like a nightmare felt right after an incredible dream; just surreal enough to keep you from being really scared. She would have thought he was joking, except she could tell he wasn’t, and anyway she didn’t think he was the type to joke about things like that. The Noah she’d just spent about an hour in the sun with, learning to ride something she shouldn’t even know existed, that was the Noah she knew, and she wanted him to come back. She took a step towards him when he touched the smudge on his cheek, and suddenly her eyes widened, because how had she not noticed how much it looked like a wound? “What happened to your cheek?” She whispered, fear finally settling deep in her lungs. She didn’t understand, she knew ghosts weren’t real. Hadn’t she seen enough death by now to know what it looked like?
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 17, 2019 16:43:56 GMT -5
Nico was definitely calming down. Kelsier let himself relax a little, staying where he was even though his knees ached from the pressure of the cold stone. With nothing but the sense of the general things to cause severe aversions to touch and a good history of handling emotions strained past their breaking point, he hadn’t been sure he could do it. But he had been sure he could try. The look in Nico’s eyes was like a mirror of things he couldn’t quite make out, but at the same time they were so familiar he could feel the suffocating panic, see his own version of what could have happened to the demigod in his own world. When he noticed Nico’s tears, he knew the worst of it was over. You didn’t start crying until you were okay enough to start feeling something again, and in his experience it was all downhill from there. When he met the boy’s watery gaze there was no pity in his own, no condescending sympathy, only understanding and something that looked a lot like respect. He offered a genuine smile out of force of habit, and still he didn’t move. He didn’t want to do anything until Nico made it clear he was ready. “Next risk is my turn.” He said simply, nodding towards the button next to Nico. “But first, we should figure out what that does. Or move on without it; if we need it, it should become pretty clear.”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jun 17, 2019 18:18:56 GMT -5
Sandalphon couldn't hide the hint of suprise that overcame his features, both his brows raising at Elliot's reaction, which while as subdued as the rest of his mannerisms, was still one regardless. Had being called a mortal bothered the other man that much? Most of the Skydwellers he knew didn't care less about being referred to as such. He hadn't meant it as an insult either, but the word seemed to have been taken as so regardless.
"Oh?" Now the archangel was the one to have a probably unexpected response. Instead of growing defensive or annoyed at Elliot's presumption, his simply closed his eyes and gave a genuine, heartfelt laugh. Something that didn't come often from him. "On the contrary actually. I've seen such things first hand, quite a few times in fact." He countered, "While they might falter behind us Primals in certain aspects, they've more then proven to be just as capable in others. Maybe even more so..."
If it hadn't been for the mortals back home, there had been at least two occasions that the Sky Realm would have been destroyed without them. In fact, the perpetrator of one of those events was sitting in this very room. While the others had mostly forgiven him at this point, it was still something that Sandalphon deeply regretted.
The Primarch regained a more attentive posture as Elliot began his explanation, red gaze locked onto the other blinker in anticipation as he went on. So it was a part of the culture... Was it possible that they had ties to the Astrals then? Or was everything they could do of their own design?
Just about to inquire more, Sandalphon froze as the room suddenly went dark. Every light in that vicinity of the house had gone out, and it didn't take long for him to guess why. A loud sigh echoed from somewhere in the blackness, "I should have surmised leaving them alone with a half full coffee machine was a mistake..."
The lights in the room the two blinkers were in slowly flickered back to life, although the rest affected by Hange messing with the power remained out. As the neon glow refilled the room, it revealed a Primarch who was none to happy having to substitute as a power source so the pair could see, his eyes narrowed grumpily. Which some might say was his default expression.
(Whoops, thought Hange had already started messing with the power when I posted axcdfxdc oh well.)
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 19:35:42 GMT -5
Nico was definitely calming down. Kelsier let himself relax a little, staying where he was even though his knees ached from the pressure of the cold stone. With nothing but the sense of the general things to cause severe aversions to touch and a good history of handling emotions strained past their breaking point, he hadn’t been sure he could do it. But he had been sure he could try. The look in Nico’s eyes was like a mirror of things he couldn’t quite make out, but at the same time they were so familiar he could feel the suffocating panic, see his own version of what could have happened to the demigod in his own world. When he noticed Nico’s tears, he knew the worst of it was over. You didn’t start crying until you were okay enough to start feeling something again, and in his experience it was all downhill from there. When he met the boy’s watery gaze there was no pity in his own, no condescending sympathy, only understanding and something that looked a lot like respect. He offered a genuine smile out of force of habit, and still he didn’t move. He didn’t want to do anything until Nico made it clear he was ready. “Next risk is my turn.” He said simply, nodding towards the button next to Nico. “But first, we should figure out what that does. Or move on without it; if we need it, it should become pretty clear.” It had been a long time since Nico had last cried, and he hated the sensation of it now. He felt like he was the scared ten year old again, when all that he had done had been with the goal of pushing himself away from who he was then. He felt, in short, like he had failed, and failed in front of someone who, by all logic, should have been seen as an enemy. So then why didn't Nico hate him? Why wasn't his grudge against Kelsier as strong as the grudges he had harbored for years? Why was there nothing there when he tried to hate him? Nico nodded. He wasn't going to take all of the risks himself; he wasn't that stupid. He knew that there were probably things that could kill them, and he would rather have a 50% chance of living with every risk they had to take than a 100% chance of dying. He looked at the button, frowning. "I'll run back if we find out it does something later," he told Kelsier, not giving the man another look as he forced himself to his feet and started away from the button. More than anything, he wanted to get out. He wanted to be away from Kelsier long enough to figure out why he wasn't angry with him, and why his heart squeezed in fear at the thought of what had happened in front of someone who was essentially a stranger. Maybe one day he'd ask why Kelsier had helped. Maybe one day he'd ask how and if he knew why Nico had become so useless at a single wrong touch. But not right now.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 17, 2019 20:00:00 GMT -5
Rue listened, wide-eyed and still more confused than anything else, as Noah tried to tell her what had happened to him. He couldn’t...,say it...but he didn’t need to. She understood, probably better than he thought she did, what it looked like when someone trusted the wrong person and ended up dead because of it. She didn’t know what ‘Glendower’ was, but the way Noah talked about it made her think of the Capital, and the Games, and the money and the food that went to the one person still alive at the end of it. The person who always had someone else’s blood on their hands as they accepted their prize. This was the secret the House had felt so strongly about telling her. She wondered why. Did it expect a fight, or her to run from him, terrified now that she knew he had died? Or was it just experimenting with them, first seeing them at their happiest and now trying to tear it all down immediately afterwards? She didn’t know, but she didn’t like it, and even though she knew she still owed the House more than she could give back for what it had given her, she found she was more angry with it than anything else right now. What right did it have to force Noah into this situation? It was his secret to tell when he chose to, not something to be yanked out of him when he least expected it. His haunted eyes tore at her, and the wound on his cheek was hard not to stare at now that she knew what it was, but she was determined to try. Rue walked slowly towards him, her feet soundless on the smooth floor. When she reached him she paused; then, hesitantly she wrapped him in a tight hug. “I don’t care.’ She told him fiercely, her voice muffled by his shirt. “Dead or alive, I don’t care. You’re my friend, Noah. That’s my promise to you. You’re my friend.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 17, 2019 20:13:59 GMT -5
Kelsier let the conversation move on, letting the are you okays and the I’m sorrys slip away unspoken. Obviously, Nico didn’t feel okay at the moment, and whatever had happened couldn’t be undone by an apology from an enemy. He stood up and brushed his cloak off even though there was no dust here, then looked st the button, thinking. Knowing the House, it was possible they both had to step on at the same time. He thought about mentioning that possibility, but it seemed unnecessary until they’d exhausted their other options, so instead he nodded and turned to follow Nico away from that place. He wanted out too. Mostly because the chance that his powers were permanently damaged was going to twist in the back of his head until he did, and he wanted to burn pewter and run all the way to the next town, away from everything that had happened in the short time they’d been in this nightmare room. It had to be worse for Nico, though. At least the Mistborn still had some Allomancy left; Nico faced the chance that his were gone forever, and it was obvious the idea scared him much more than he’d admitted. Not to mention how much he probably wanted to be away from this tall, confusing man who killed him and then went out of his way to lead him out of his head. “Fair enough.” He said, walking far enough back that there was no chance of brushing him by accident. “If we find another one, one of us can stand on it while the other one goes back to the other one. This seems to be a teamwork room so far, so we’ll probably have to split up at some point.” And, he added silently, whether you like it or not, I’m taking all the risks from now on. You’re not dying while I have a life to spare, Nico, no matter how much you fight me over it.
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 20:43:52 GMT -5
Noah's eyes widened as he felt Rue's arms embracing him, let her warmth soak in to him. He tried not to draw from her energy, but there was so much of it that it was hard to stay entirely unattached. He wondered why she was willing to embrace a dead thing, how she could look at him and still see something human. He knew in the end he would inspire horror, no matter how much he wished not to, but for now... well, for now he would appreciate what he had, and what people were willing to give him. He tentatively returned the embrace, his arms squeezing more tightly once he was sure that Rue wasn't going to let go immediately. He wished he could let her know how much it meant to him that she didn't run away. He knew the promise Rue made was a risky one. He knew that there was a lot on the line if things went wrong, and if the House ever decided to turn its gift of energy against him... well, he couldn't see the future here. He didn't know what the House could make him do. He knew he was almost entirely dependent on it though, and he had to trust it every time he blinked in. "Friend," he repeated, the word soft. "I haven't had a friend in a long time," he admitted. "I'm glad you're one." He let his eyes drift shut long enough to hold the embrace before he pulled away and glanced at Rue. "Thank you for not running." His voice sounded less strangled now. "Thank you for seeing me," he added, a bit of pain seeping into his voice. There were too many in his world who simply couldn't do that, and the simple gift of acknowledgement, of seeing him... it meant more than he could say.
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 21:20:02 GMT -5
Nico noticed, gratefully, the extra distance that Kelsier was putting between them. It was a nice buffer, though it added to the confusion of what he was supposed to think of Kelsier. He knew that everyone had good and bad in them, but there was that and there was drastically shifting personality after killing someone when that someone comes back to life. Nico still had no idea what to make of the man, and for someone who usually cast character judgments pretty quickly, it was a weird in-between space to inhabit. Interesting, to say the least. He frowned when he came to the end of the platform and found nothing but a wall. He looked up, and sure enough, one surface was different than the other. "Stay here," Nico instructed Kelsier, though he highly doubted the Mistborn was going to listen. He frowned as he ran back towards the button, realizing just how exhausted he felt. The panic took as much out of him, it seemed, than his usual response to the overwhelming emotions. He had a tendency to push them away in the form of chill and death seeping out from under his feet, spreading maliciously and without mercy. He had a tendency to let the panic leave him in the form of his powers, but this time there had been nowhere for them to go. He had felt the panic before, but there was always a way to get rid of it more quickly, though it often meant losing control of his powers. He understood, now, why this time had been so different. He glanced back at Kelsier once he was once again near the purple button, and he pressed down on it with his foot, placing his whole weight upon it. To his delight, he saw the platform come down to where he had been standing. He stepped off, but it rose back up. Cursing under his breath, Nico stood back on it, waiting for Kelsier to get on the platform.
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 22:57:15 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. Steve gave a sad smile, shaking his head. "I don't think Germany exists in your time yet. And even if it did, it probably hasn't done much wrong yet. They... as far as I'm aware, Germany was a better place before the twentieth century." Steve didn't know as much German history as he should have, but he was well aware of their involvement in the Great War and now the war that he was so desperate to fight in. "But maybe we'll all come home fine. Germany... it's in Europe, just a bit East of France. I don't suppose any of that rings a bell?" Who knew how much of the modern world had formed in Myrnin's time. Who knew how much of it he was aware of even if it had formed. He frowned at Myrnin's sad conviction. "Amico," he replied, pressing his hand to the boy's much smaller ones. He held Myrnin's gaze, hoping he could make the boy understand. "I don't know what you're going to do when you grow older, but if what you are now is any indication, then I'll have no reason to stop being your friend. And I want you to know, I always give my friends a fair shot, even if the rest of the world doesn't think they deserve it. There's nothing to stand for if not loyalty between friends. That's a promise." He raised his eyebrows, trying to figure out what Myrnin meant when he talked about monsters. "I've seen some very real people who became monsters, and I can tell you right now, you're at no risk of becoming one of them."
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 23:06:32 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. Nico nodded, trusting what Sam said. He knew the last bit was probably a joke, but he flashed a grin that didn't quite meet his eyes and dropped, landing safely a couple feet below. He took a second to catch his breath, then appeared to melt into the shadow of the building and reappear under the bridge right at Sam's side. "I hope whatever connection the House gave us doesn't have that weird technology echo you get when you call someone in the same room as you," he joked, relieved when his voice sounded normal and not echoed over Sam's connection. Though he wouldn't know if it sounded echoed to Sam. Truth was, he didn't know enough about phones to know if that was really what happened, but he had been on the receiving end of a really odd Iris Message like that, and it... hadn't been a pleasant experience for his ears. He could extrapolate that a similar thing happened with phones, and he figured that was a metaphor Sam would understand better. "So... do we have a plan to get out?" he questioned, glancing at Sam. He appeared a bit more red than usual, but mostly unharmed. Nico couldn't quite explain why but he felt relief rush through him at that realization. "I doubt we're going to find much standing here under this bridge, and I can't feel anything that indicates an exit."
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Post by strider on Jun 17, 2019 23:13:37 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. Noah smiled at Myrnin's suggestion for the wish. "Maybe if I find Glendower first I'll ask him to give you the wish, so you can have whatever it is you want most in the world." It would give him more motivation to look. After all, as much as he wanted to be alive again, he wasn't going to waste a wish on it when he should have accepted his fate long ago, even if he was scared. And he was terrified. He wouldn't use the wish for himself, that was all he knew. He shook his head - he wasn't destined to find Glendower. That wasn't his role in this story. He turned his attention back towards Nico and began to sing the song that went along with the game, impressed by how quickly Myrnin had caught on. "Turn around, touch the ground, kick your girlfriend out of town, and..." he raised his eyebrow at Myrnin, cuing him on the freeze, just befor he shouted, "Freeze!" himself, and stood stock still in position.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 17, 2019 23:14:26 GMT -5
The Doctor noticed Aizawa's look and how he was paying attention to the ingredients. Her skin prickled. "Someone," she muttered to herself. "I'm nervous to let you near anything which involves food." She hurriedly moved in front of him. They weren't making any cake she was familiar with, but she didn't think a majority of the blinkers here knew how to cook. She offered, "I can cook. Aizawa ... could you find the marzipan?" He might be one of the only ones who knew what it looked like. She knew Volt wouldn't. She wasn't sure about the others.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 18, 2019 0:38:43 GMT -5
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. Steve gave a sad smile, shaking his head. "I don't think Germany exists in your time yet. And even if it did, it probably hasn't done much wrong yet. They... as far as I'm aware, Germany was a better place before the twentieth century." Steve didn't know as much German history as he should have, but he was well aware of their involvement in the Great War and now the war that he was so desperate to fight in. "But maybe we'll all come home fine. Germany... it's in Europe, just a bit East of France. I don't suppose any of that rings a bell?" Who knew how much of the modern world had formed in Myrnin's time. Who knew how much of it he was aware of even if it had formed. He frowned at Myrnin's sad conviction. "Amico," he replied, pressing his hand to the boy's much smaller ones. He held Myrnin's gaze, hoping he could make the boy understand. "I don't know what you're going to do when you grow older, but if what you are now is any indication, then I'll have no reason to stop being your friend. And I want you to know, I always give my friends a fair shot, even if the rest of the world doesn't think they deserve it. There's nothing to stand for if not loyalty between friends. That's a promise." He raised his eyebrows, trying to figure out what Myrnin meant when he talked about monsters. "I've seen some very real people who became monsters, and I can tell you right now, you're at no risk of becoming one of them." None of that rang any bells. Myrnin didn't know much geography. He could probably tell you if something was far away, but a lot of what he knew was 'Rome' and where he lived and then everything else was just ... not. "I kinda know where Italy is," he admitted. "Or will be. Or something." He didn't know much about it and it made him sad. He was so far behind everyone else ... he'd be dead before he could meet anyone. As if he needed more reason to be sad. He had trouble meeting Steve's eyes. He couldn't possibly understand. He couldn't understand being taken to the hut, the new hut, that his father was in. That his mother took him to almost every week so he could look through the door at what - at who - was inside. How she would say that was what he was headed for. He shook his head just a little. He couldn't say that to Steve. He wanted to believe Steve. So instead he nodded. "Okay," he said, voice low. "Okay." Then he wrapped his arms around Steve's chest and couldn't be convinced to let go. He suddenly felt very tired. His eyes drooped and he buried his nose into his t-shirt. He was almost asleep on his feet in less than a couple of seconds.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 18, 2019 1:01:01 GMT -5
"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. Nico nodded, trusting what Sam said. He knew the last bit was probably a joke, but he flashed a grin that didn't quite meet his eyes and dropped, landing safely a couple feet below. He took a second to catch his breath, then appeared to melt into the shadow of the building and reappear under the bridge right at Sam's side. "I hope whatever connection the House gave us doesn't have that weird technology echo you get when you call someone in the same room as you," he joked, relieved when his voice sounded normal and not echoed over Sam's connection. Though he wouldn't know if it sounded echoed to Sam. Truth was, he didn't know enough about phones to know if that was really what happened, but he had been on the receiving end of a really odd Iris Message like that, and it... hadn't been a pleasant experience for his ears. He could extrapolate that a similar thing happened with phones, and he figured that was a metaphor Sam would understand better. "So... do we have a plan to get out?" he questioned, glancing at Sam. He appeared a bit more red than usual, but mostly unharmed. Nico couldn't quite explain why but he felt relief rush through him at that realization. "I doubt we're going to find much standing here under this bridge, and I can't feel anything that indicates an exit." "Ah!" yelped Sam, for the third time in this room. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart jumpstart for what might be the first time in two days. His eyes were wide, but he shook it off. He hadn't expected Nico to just appear like that. But he shook it off. He also shook his head. "Don't seem to be getting any echoes though." He scrubbed a hand through his hair, dropping his eyes awkwardly. He wasn't thinking about Nico much - at least not about his sudden appearance. He was thinking about the whole getting out of the room thing. He didn't think he could come out from under the bridge. Come on House, he thought. Give me and easy way out. He paused the expanse of the shadow covering, looking over the walls. He pointed along the wall, dragging a finger across the air. "This is the midpoint," he said, looking back at Nico. "We both roughly traveled the same distance to get here. So here is probably a start at least, because the House had us hear each other so we could get back to this point, right?" It was a hypothesis at least. "So I have to disagree, at least for now. Do you see anywhere else which might have a better option?" He was curious if Nico did, regardless of whether he wanted him to or not. He didn't think his concern was showing - of the sun - but he didn't want to be faced with loosing the one person who was still treating him close to normal. "There might be something on these bracings," he said, tapping his knuckles against one. "Or in the water." He nodded at the water.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 18, 2019 1:08:50 GMT -5
"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. Noah smiled at Myrnin's suggestion for the wish. "Maybe if I find Glendower first I'll ask him to give you the wish, so you can have whatever it is you want most in the world." It would give him more motivation to look. After all, as much as he wanted to be alive again, he wasn't going to waste a wish on it when he should have accepted his fate long ago, even if he was scared. And he was terrified. He wouldn't use the wish for himself, that was all he knew. He shook his head - he wasn't destined to find Glendower. That wasn't his role in this story. He turned his attention back towards Nico and began to sing the song that went along with the game, impressed by how quickly Myrnin had caught on. "Turn around, touch the ground, kick your girlfriend out of town, and..." he raised his eyebrow at Myrnin, cuing him on the freeze, just befor he shouted, "Freeze!" himself, and stood stock still in position. Yet even if Noah didn't have the belief or hope, Myrnin did. He shook his head a bit and then promised, "Then I'll wish for a surprise for you!" He sounded very cheerful about it. As the game continued, Myrnin couldn't help chuckling a bit. He stopped as soon as he saw Noah's little eyebrow twitch and then completely froze in place as soon as Noah said freeze. This included holding his breath, because he wasn't taking any chances. He watched Noah and tried not to blink either. He wasn't sure how serious of freezing he'd have to do, but he took no chances. He also watched Noah, waiting to see if he could spot any shifts in what his posture. He was going to win this! He also really needed to blink.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 18, 2019 19:20:00 GMT -5
(sorry this is a bit messy i gtg eat dinner but i wanted to reply real quick) Arlo blinked a couple of times as she tried to clear her mind of distracting thoughts and glanced up when The Doctor returned with the water. "Thanks," she paused at the question. She'd learned a little from her parents and a little from Kerah as well, but that had been years ago and she hadn't attempted to bake anything recently. "Uh... it's been awhile. Anyone see-" She stopped and looked at the cauldron Volt had suggested somewhat skeptically. She'd never heard of anyone using a cauldron to make a cake, but it didn't look like they had a lot of options. It seemed less likely to cause problems than baking a cake without measuring anything at least. "We could probably make that work," she replied. Arlo glanced apologetically at Sky when she finally spoke up again, but said nothing about the scar- she could explain later when there weren't so many other newbies around. "Well then, welcome to the House Sky, I'm Arlo."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 18, 2019 21:03:44 GMT -5
</div>“Let’s roll,” said Matt, as the five second alert went off. Three. Two. One. ”GAME START,” announced the voice, and the room came to life. Music began playing over the speakers - some pop song that sounded popular, but that Matt could’ve sworn he’d never heard before in his life. Lasers cut through the air next to their covers, and between that and the sound of shouting from somewhere nearby, it could be deduced that the House had created them some opponents. They didn’t have a plan, but who cared? They’d have fun regardless. ”Hang onto your hats!” he shouted at their new opponents, swinging out from behind his cover and aiming a shot at the first of the shadowy shapes he could see. “Team Matt ‘n Nico comin’ through!”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 18, 2019 21:08:51 GMT -5
</div>“Well, sometimes they don’t want to let me,” admitted Hange, nodding gravely. “The secret is to do it anyway. Sometimes, scientists have to annoy people to get the answers they want, but that’s okay!” Already, they were seeing Myrnin as a protege - an apprentice, almost. He had a fire in his eyes during all this - that spark of curiosity they always tried to nurture in the young ones. They were glad he got to pursue his dreams as an adult. Big Myrnin did seem like a scientist - and so very free-spirited. Yes, this child had a good life ahead of him. As Myrnin asked the million-dollar question, they turned their gaze back to the tangle of wires. “Well...” they said dramatically, placing a finger on one of the switches. “Now, we experiment!” They flipped the first switch. Inside the kitchen, the lights flickered, and then went out completely. Hange drew in a sharp gasp, shocked by the power they’ve discovered and the sudden inflow of new questions this ability unlocked. ”The switches control the candles!” they blurted out, unable to think of a better way to describe it. “How incredible!”
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