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Post by strider on Jun 23, 2019 22:43:34 GMT -5
Nico grit his teeth, nodding in agreement. They had entered a room of their own volition, but at least it gave a much-needed distraction. "I'd rather be here than in my world right now," he replied with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. It was a sad truth, honestly. But being here... well, there were things that Kelsier could ask that he didn't want to answer. There were questions in his hands that he was sure Kelsier wouldn't want, and now that they had no way of lying... "Don't lie," he managed, swallowing hard. He wasn't sure if Kelsier had managed to extrapolate that from Nico's little experiment. "And frankly I'm not looking forward to finding out what might happen if we stop asking questions." He scanned the page for something else that might not be harmless, but given the way the House was treating them, he doubted there was anything. And as willing as he had been to take risks in the other room, that had come at no true cost to him. Now, though, when his secrets were at risk, fear came flooding in, forcing Nico's powers to flare out and scatter the emotion out into the room. It was really the only way he could keep himself calm, though there was no escaping Kelsier's knowledge of his fear now. He didn't want to ask another question, but it seemed as though they had no choice. And maybe if he got Kelsier to answer all of the questions meant for him first... well, maybe the House would let them free and he wouldn't have to answer any more questions. He shook the thought away. He couldn't afford to be that selfish now. "What do you care about most deeply?" The regret at having to ask the question flooded through Nico's eyes, but he hardened his heart and asked anyway. He couldn't meet Kelsier's gaze.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 23, 2019 23:08:58 GMT -5
Was that true? Kelsier thought it was, given the look in Nico’s eyes that betrayed his smile. And he wasn’t exactly surprised, given what he’d gleamed from the last room, but still....he knew there were things he didn’t want to talk about with this boy he barely knew. And he had a feeling that was exactly what was written in the paper turned safely away from his searching gaze. “Yeah, I gathered that.” He answered, his eyes darkening. He wasn’t smiling anymore. “What do you care about most deeply?” He repeated the question softly, and at first, he thought he’d got off easy. That should be simple enough to answer, right? “The Skaa And their fre-“ Electricity shot through him, his muscles seized and his head snapped back, a sharp cry more of shock than pain escaping him before he could process what had happened. It was over quickly, but he found he had broken out into a cold sweat and his hands shook uncontrollably. “Lord Ruler...What was...you...” He did care about the freedom of his people. He knew that. Why was that judged a lie, when the only thing he’d cared deeper about was - oh. “Revenge.” He said it so quietly, he wondered whether it would count as his answer. “Against the Lord Ruler. Among others.” He didn’t get shocked again, but it was bittersweet in the face of admitting something he didn’t admit to himself. He scanned the next two questions and ran his tongue over his lips. Both seemed equally painful to him, and he suspected Nico was unintentionally saving the worse of his for last. “All right, House. I’ll call your bluff. I’m not putting Nico through this without a damn good reason.” And for a moment, nothing happened. Then, almost gently, the ceiling began to move towards them.
Kelsier swore, glancing at Nico and then immediately away again, as the concept of being crushed invited itself into his head. He spoke through gritted teeth as though it could strain the emotional impact out of his words. “What do you regret most?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 23, 2019 23:37:09 GMT -5
The Doctor tapped her foot against the floor to a song in her own head. She watched various blinkers get what they needed and she hoped that was all of it. After checking the list, she removed herself from by the pile of ingredients with hesitation. Leaving the other blinkers who had already claimed didn't know how to cook didn't sit well with her. But still, there was one more thing ... She returned a second later with the last ingredient and dropped it onto the pile that had been set up. This just meant that they weren't really precise what to do with it, but she guessed it had something to do with baking. The assumption was followed through by looking into what appeared to be an oven. There was already wood and she didn't have much trouble with the fire. Looking around, she said, "Okay ... put anything wet into one bowl and anything dry into another." Starting with that might be the best start. (I came up with an idea to end the room in a bit more timely fashion. I missed it was my turn to reply. @.@ Um. But what if what they were making was actually something to hold the two gems the blinkers already have. Then the exit would turn up as soon as the gems were fitted into it.) zeph! »ƑαƖcση --cato phoenix Iceclaw
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Post by strider on Jun 23, 2019 23:43:38 GMT -5
It was harder watching someone else be shocked than actually going through it himself. At least that's how it seemed to Nico as the false answer was interrupted by the electricity, and then the real answer, much softer, came seeping through. Nico understood that. The want to take revenge on someone who had wronged you and the ones you cared about. His fatal flaw was holding grudges, and though he was reluctant to admit it, there wasn't much he wouldn't do to get revenge on some of those he had grudges on. He sucked in a deep breath, eyes widening as Kelsier refused to ask a question. He felt his heart pounding against his chest, not sure how exactly to react to the fact that Kelsier wasn't willing to put him through something that he had been more than willing to force him to go through. He didn't understand this sudden leniency from the man. "Why did you..." He shook his head, not willing to waste the time asking questions like that right now. He just wanted to get this over with, and when he heard his next question it was like the world froze for a second. If Kelsier didn't still hate him from before, he sure would hate him once he heard the answer to the question. The stakes were high, and he knew they would both likely die if he didn't answer, so he forced it out. "I nearly caused the end of the world," he said, not looking at Kelsier. He felt he owed an explanation, like the House was asking him to give one. Or at least to elaborate. "I wanted my father to..." each word felt like a dagger clawing its way out, "I don't know... it doesn't matter, but... I wanted to know what happened to my mother. So I traded a friend to my father for information. And my father promised not to hurt him, but he locked him up. He wanted me to be the child in the prophecy." That was all Nico was willing to say, and he turned his hardened gaze to the paper again. "What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you, and why did it happen?"
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jun 24, 2019 0:45:46 GMT -5
Hange didn't even have to finish what they were saying to get Sandalphon's full attention, his head shooting around to face them at the word 'situation'. It was then he felt it, a mass of elemental energy gathering to the east. Turning to look in that direction, sure enough, through the house's glass wall he could see the black clouds amassing on the horizon, hiding the stars.
That was strange... How come he hadn't detected it earlier? It certainly hadn't been there when the archangel had walked into the room he was currently poking around in. Since that was the case, the doubt that this was a normal storm ebbed into his mind. The longer he watched with widened eyes, the more this feeling was all but confirmed. In between lightning strikes, he could see the earth beneath the clouds starting to give way and be torn apart by the wind, coming away in pieces the size of boulders. Once everything was said and done at this rate, this land would be reduced to nothing more then a barren waste.
He remained quiet when Myrnin spoke up as well, his red gaze unmoving from the encroaching storm. The Primarch was studying it, both mentally and magically, trying to find the source, although from another's point of view he simply looked like he was ignoring everyone else. The effort was in vain however, and if anything was in there, it was well hidden. One thing was certain though...
"We need to leave." He said bluntly, finally returning his attention to the others. His face was dead serious, although his clenched jaw made his worry apparent. This wasn't a foe that he could simply take to the sky and fight to keep the group safe, and he didn't know how everyone was going to get away, the fact of which struck a chill into his Core. If only he knew where, or even when, in the world they were... If he did, the archangel could have just channeled the blessings of the tetra-elements from his wings again and teleported them all to safety. But if he didn't know where he was going, they could all end up in empty sky and falling to their deaths if he tried. Something Sandalphon had nearly experienced more then enough times himself in his long life...
Anyone else would probably have minced their next words since a child was present, but time was too short for the Primarch to bother. "We don't have time to search this entire building for shelter. That storm is getting stronger every second it draws closer and if we remain here, we'll be caught up with the house and torn apart. And even if we did find a underground retreat, I have my doubts it will hold very long."
'We'll be torn apart.' That was a partial lie. If the storm did catch up with the group, they would indeed be in serious trouble... The mortals would be that was. Because of his status as a Primarch, Sandalphon knew he could face weather like that and get away alive. Not unscathed maybe, but alive regardless. There was no need to reveal that information, as it changed nothing. Even if that hadn't been a factor, he still would have made getting the others away his first priority.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 24, 2019 11:56:40 GMT -5
Kelsier listened, his forehead creased, as the answer was forced out of Nico. What a strange world he must live in, to have almost caused its end just because you wanted an answer to a deeply important question. Kelsier couldn’t help thinking back to the fragile version of Nico he’d seen, the one without powers to channel the fear and pain into. He didn’t pity him, didn’t even pretend not to, for the simple reason that he understood. A betrayal. A friend for an answer. What a twisted world, to push anyone so far just to learn about their own closest family. “He sounds like a great guy.” He said quietly, the irony in his tone twisting the corners of his mouth into a semi-smile. Then the next question slammed into him like a thrown knife and he paled visibly, the ghost of the smile still etched in his face even as it drained from his hazel eyes. A muscle in his jaw moved, but no sound came out. He didn’t have to answer that. Silence wasn’t a lie, so he wouldn’t say anything at all, they could sit in that room and rot for all he cared. When the shock came, every muscle in his body tensed against the pain but he made no sound this time. He couldn’t tell whether his decision not to answer was the lie or his decision not to care, but he held on through it, dark anger burning deep in his hazel eyes. When the shock stopped as suddenly as it had begun, he could speak again through teeth grit against the lingering tremble it had left him. “This has gone...too far....already...” he managed between short, shallow gasps. “It can’t....make me....do anything,,,,I don’t-“
What happened next was worse than the pain. What little color that was left in Kelsier’s face drained away, leaving his skin a papery white as the shock switched suddenly to the boy sitting across the table, as harsh as though the younger blinker had been the one to offend it. “Ssstop.” He hissed fiercely, and without meaning to his fist slammed down on the table and pinned the piece of paper under it. The shock had lasted seconds, but it was worse, it was so much worse. “Mare.” The single word was steeped in fury. His voice trembled a little as he went on, but he forced his hazel eyes up to meet Nico’s darker ones, as though challenging the House to make him stop. “My wife. The best and the worst thing that ever happened to me. I loved her more than my life, and then she betrayed me to the Lord Ruler.” Why did it happen? A bitter smile curled half his mouth up. “The worst thing that ever happened to me wasn’t when I was thrown into the Pits of Hathsin, where the worst of the Lord Ruler’s enemies are made to find atium, in the only place it can be found. It wasn’t the fact that I was there because of her, or that she was there with me, or that every day the fear of not finding enough geodes and this week being my last drove me deeper down where it was luck if I ever crawled back out again.” He gave a single humorless laugh. Then his voice dropped even lower, like a secret the person in the next room over shouldn’t hear. “She said she’d found two that week. She told me she could spare the one she gave me. My wife lied to my face, and I watched her die because of it, while the only thing that would have saved her rested in the palm of my hand. That, Nico, is the worst thing that ever happened to me. Why did it happen?” The punchline of the whole tragedy. “Because somehow, it seems I never even knew the person I married. Because to this day I don’t understand why she did it, when she’s the one who betrayed me in the first place. Because trust isn’t something you give someone, it’s a risk you choose to take because you decide it’s worth your heart.” There it was. He looked down, at the white scars crisscrossing both arms. Souvenirs from a place it was supposed to be impossible to escape. From a place it was impossible to escape...assuming you weren’t a dormant Mistborn. “What are you most scared of people finding out?”
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Post by strider on Jun 24, 2019 13:51:11 GMT -5
Nico was surprised by the expression in Kelsier’s eyes. He didn’t know what he had expected, but what he found was certainly not it. He wanted to ask Kelsier why there was no pity or accusation or thinly veiled hatred. He had almost doomed his world because he had wanted to know about his mother. What sort of selfish jerk was willing to do that? Even if he had spent the last several years trying to make up for it. “He’s improved since,” Nico whispered, shaking his head. “I don’t blame him for what he did. My father spent years being scorned by the other gods through no fault of his own, and he wanted… well, he just wanted his rightful place among them. Once he got that he stopped with a lot of the uh…” he shrugged, not sure how exactly to describe what he meant. He hoped Kelsier would understand that his father wasn’t a bad person, but… things happen. There wasn’t a whole lot of time to think about what had been said before Kelsier became what almost seemed like another person. Nico knew that shock, knew that blinding pain at a certain question… he didn’t know what exactly Kelsier wanted to hide, or avoid thinking about, but he understood. He wished the house didn’t force Kelsier to answer, but there was no controlling what the house did. So Nico listened, taking in every horrid detail, the sacrifice Kelsier’s wife had made despite the initial betrayal. He didn’t pretend to understand it, but he listened and he says nothing. There was no pity in his eyes, just the smallest twinge of what could have been respect or admiration. To have gone through such a thing and still come out with the ability to smile and push forward… Nico himself couldn’t boast of such strength. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he heard the question directed towards him. He let loose a low string of curses he didn’t even bother to switch to another language for. He didn’t care if Kelsier heard the obscenities. He wanted to scream at the House, but there was nothing he could do. He had to answer. “You’re not Cupid,” Nico hissed at the House. “You don’t have a d*mned right to…” the cold and anger radiated off of him with more intensity than he meant them to. He had already done this once before. He sure as hell wasn’t going to do it again. He felt the shock arch through his body, but he remained resolutely silent. Maybe Kelsier couldn’t stand firm against it, but Nico would. The second shock came, this one much worse, but still with gritted teeth Nico held firm. This wasn’t something the House could force out of him. And then came blinding pain even worse than anything he’d ever felt before. “Fine!” He shouted, wanting to push away from the chair and leave. “My friend… the one I betrayed… I loved him.” He spat the word ‘love’ out like it was dirty. “I didn’t want to,” Nico’s voice was soft, barely audible. “He’d hate me even more if he knew. But I made a promise to him, a few days ago. It’s a promise I don’t know if I can keep. So he can’t know, not yet.” He couldn’t meet Kelsier’s gaze. He couldn’t make himself. “Fine,” he said again, pushing himself to a standing position. “We played your little game!” He screamed at the House. “Now let us out!” He was trembling now, but trying his best not to let Kelsier see just how much rage and fear was coursing through him.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 24, 2019 21:37:35 GMT -5
“Oh, and Bluebeard does?” The indignant voice of Bigby Wolf reverberated through the air as he blinked in. He seemed to be in a heated altercation with someone, arms raised, teeth bared. But then he stopped. “What the...” he muttered, taking a step backwards as he realized everything around him had shifted. In sharp contrast to the stuffy office of a few moments ago, he was ow standing on a dark, foggy cobblestone street, Victorian-era houses looming up on either side of him for as far as he could see. Instantly, his vision shifted, eyes glinting yellow against the street lamps as he stared through the gloom, trying to decipher shapes in the distance. “Mmm...who could pull a transportation trick like this...” he muttered to himself, dropping his cigarette on the ground and scuffing it out with his heel. “Wasn’t no mundy, that’s for sure...”
What he didn’t realize yet was that his clothes had changed, too, along with subtle aspects of his appearance. Now, instead of his white shirt and tie, he was sporting a dramatic red and black cape with a turned-up collar, and slicked back hair that had gone black.
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Post by strider on Jun 24, 2019 22:12:22 GMT -5
A young man - scarcely more than a boy, honestly - appeared in the house, a guitar resting on his back. He frowned at the sudden change in location - it wasn't like anywhere he'd ever been before, and he honestly wasn't sure he liked it. At all. He tugged at the red bandana on his neck, trying to see the face of the girl he'd been hugging before blinking in, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Eurydice?" He asked, calling ahead to see if he could spot her anywhere. It was then that he realized he was somewhat translucent - he could see the dark ground through his pale, almost glowing hand. Dread struck him as he realized that he could have died without realizing it... was that possible? Didn't Thanatos whisk away the souls of the dead? Didn't they have to ride with Charon before ending up... wherever he was? It was then that he realized he wasn't alone. There was someone else in the room, but it wasn't someone he recognized. Not that he expected to recognize everyone, of course, but... surely he'd see people he knew, right? Perhaps he had been misinformed about the underworld. "Where is she?" Orpheus demanded of the stranger, his voice hilariously nonthreatening. Surely he hadn't died. Which meant that this man probably knew where Eurydice was.
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Post by Sησω on Jun 24, 2019 22:14:42 GMT -5
In just a mere moment, everything had changed - Anika had been walking through the Boneyard, but now she was somewhere else. How in the Plaguebringer's name did this happen? the dragon thought. And that wasn't all. Maybe it was just because of the change in location, but her body felt different. Something just felt off. Then, she realized it - attached to her body were 10 other heads. She'd never known the other Imperials in life, but now she could recall all of their names clear as day: Karaugh, Scevola, Reuben, Faris, Ejvind, Adeline, Anwar, Benno, Zeinab and Kolleen. Aside from the eleven's individual heads, their scales and hides boasted many patterns and colors. One spot could be yellow while another was blue, and purple would be next to that. They were seemingly parts of what the original dragons looked like. With a height of about 46 feet, they towered over the nearby buildings. But how had this happened? Anika had become part of an Emperor. This could only happen to dead Imperials. She didn't remember dying. The last thing she knew, she was walking in the Boneyard, just as she had been doing for the past year or two. Why couldn't she remember? What was this place? Before she knew it, she couldn't remember the questions she'd been pondering. There was only one left: Where are we? "WhAt a pEcuLiar pLace. . ." as she spoke, 4 of the Emperor's other heads joined in.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 24, 2019 22:21:05 GMT -5
Bigby jumped and turned around, spinning on his heel in alarm as he realized he’d failed to sense the stranger’s approach. Come to think of it...he couldn’t smell him now, either, and his hearing seemed...muffled. What was wrong with his senses? “Excuse me?” he repeated, taking in the man’s appearance, relieved that his night vision, at least, still seemed to be working. “I don’t know who you’re talking about. Where’s who?” Before he had time for an answer, another entity blinked in nearby - this time a massive, multi-headed Fable with a distinctly dragonesque appearance. “I take it you don’t know what this place is, either?” he asked, staring up at her with no real sign that her size alarmed him. “Lemme guess...you just appeared here a few minutes ago.”
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Post by Ver Million on Jun 24, 2019 22:23:46 GMT -5
"Julia! Julia! Try getting this!" The lively voice belonged to a young teenage who swung around a tennis racket. Her grin vanished when she found herself in a rather unsettling place that was shrouded in fog and gloom. Baffled, her eyes darted around, trying to figure out what was going on. Did she wander into a magus' trap? How could it be possible? She was at school with her friends!
She was ready to call out for her friends once more, but froze when she saw an unfamiliar man dressed in the strangest outfit. Either he was going to a costume party or...oh no, he looked like a vampire. Wait, do vampires even exist? She needed to ask Teacher later.
"H-hey, you!" The shivering redhead raised her voice as she lifted her racket in a threatening manner. "I-I'm not scared of you! I'm armed too! W-who are you and what do you want?!" As more bizarre people appeared, her crimson eyes widened. She gulped but still aimed her improvised weapon at them.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jun 24, 2019 23:21:50 GMT -5
The cherry haired girl sat alone in the airship's dinning room, happily slurping down a large bowl of soup with a glowing smile on her face. She didn't know what exactly was in it, as it was a new recipe from one of the other crew members, but it had quickly became one of her favorites when they'd all eaten it for dinner that night. Knowing there had been some left over, she had originally snuck out of her room after the others had gone to bed to get another serving, only to be surprised upon seeing bowl already sitting out, all ready for her. The sweet smell of roses gave away who had left it, and the girl had felt happiness blossoming in her core as she went to enjoy the gift.
She was just about finish it up, only for her head to fly up in shock as the table vanished beneath her, the bowl clattering onto the ground. The safe, warm interior of the ship around her had suddenly changed into that of a place completely alien, unfamiliar sights, smells and sounds filling her senses. She felt fear shoot through her body and she couldn't stop herself from stumbling back, her hands pressing themselves against her pointed ears and her eyes squeezing shut.
Throughout all this, not a single sound came from the girl's mouth, although she was far from silent. Through means not capable of being perceived by mortals, she was calling out for her friends. The problem was, only a select few members of her crew could understand this cry, and none of them were able to hear her. To any onlookers, she was simply frozen there in quiet fear.
In her panic, the girl had failed to notice the pair of green, butterfly like wings that now sat on her back. She also didn't show any signs of acknowledging the others nearby.
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Post by strider on Jun 24, 2019 23:32:48 GMT -5
Orpheus was confused. "Nevermind," he replied to Bigby, realizing too late that if so many people were just appearing here, it more likely meant that he had been taken away from Eurydice rather than the other way around. He hoped that she wasn't concerned about him. After all, his heart was still beating, wasn't it? After checking for a pulse a few times, Orpheus realized with settling dread that, no. His heart wasn't beating. He had been right the first time. Somehow he had died, and somehow everything he knew about the Underworld was a lie. But... how could it be? He cleared his throat, backing away as he tried to take in all of the new people. He flashed a smile at most of them, trying to show that he was friendly - most of them, on the other hand, didn't look friendly. Yet, if there was one thing Orpheus had learned, it was that it was impossible to tell someone's disposition or potential for camaraderie just from their looks. Many people hid kind words and forgiving and loving people behind cruel masks just to keep the world out. And, perhaps for some, those masks ran deeper than others. Yet Orpheus believed that everyone was fundamentally good. Almost without thinking, he strummed a quiet chord on his guitar. It was too quiet to hear without actively listening for it, but it did wonders to calm him down.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 25, 2019 0:02:15 GMT -5
(Y’all actual tears are in my eyes,, HOW MANY NEWBIES JUST ARRIVED IN 0.2 SECONDS IM SOBBING)
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Post by Ver Million on Jun 25, 2019 1:45:14 GMT -5
(Me: I'll post tomorrow also me: naaaaaaaaAAAh im not sleepy)
Ofelia's stiff shoulders relaxed when she saw Orpheus smiling at her. He seemed nice–and not scary unlike the other strangers. She lowered her racket, but her attention was seized by another girl with elvish ears and a pair of beautiful wings.
"Hey, uh, are you okay?" Though nervous, Ofelia tried to retain a soothing tone as she approached Yggdrasil. The stranger seemed to be around the same age as her, so she had nothing to worry about, right? "L-listen, I know things are scary right now, but everything's going to be okay!" She puffed out her chest and mustered an optimistic smile. "I'll, um, make sure to protect you!"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 25, 2019 1:48:33 GMT -5
Rachel hadn't blinked in for a while at this point, but when she appeared in the misty road she still knew where she was and what was happening. She flinched and then growled. Growled? There was a second where she spun, confused, and tried to figure out what near her had made the noise. Instead, what she found was that she had been the thing to growl. She'd almost gone to all-fours as she had turned and it became clear almost at once that she hadn't just been the only one growling. She also was ... just a bit different from how she usually was. She had a tail, for starters. And her back legs seemed to be angled in a way which made it easier for her to walk around hunched over or trotting along on her hands. Though it still seemed possible to walk on her hind legs. "W-what?" she said, very confused. It showed in her voice. She looked around and her ears (at least she thought they were her ears) angled back.
(Sorta like a wolf-woman Rachel.)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 25, 2019 2:19:45 GMT -5
"What type of updates did you-" The young man who'd spoken froze as his surroundings suddenly changed, the odd gun that he'd been reloading nearly slipping from his hands. He blinked a couple of times as he looked around. The place looked nothing like any of the training rooms he'd been in- it didn't look like a room at all. He'd expected it to be different, but nothing like this. He couldn't even tell where the door had been. "He never even said how it work-" he stopped when what appeared to be some type of werewolf woman appeared beside him. Without hesitation, he raised the gun and pulled the trigger. Click. Nothing happened. He tried again, but it refused to work. Cursing, he tossed they apparently useless weapon aside and attempted to punch the werewolf, only to have his fist pass harmlessly through the creature. "What the hell?" he took a step back before looking down at his hand. It was slightly transparent. "There's no way this thing's working right." He turned away from the werewolf and waved his hand through the air as if trying to find something invisible.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 25, 2019 2:34:25 GMT -5
Rachel, instead of running when faced with a gun, completely froze. She had not expected someone to just appear out of nowhere and aim one at her. And then his fist went right through her nose! That couldn't be right! She didn't find it fair, at the very least. "Hey!" she protested. "What did you do that for?" Her fur ruffled, which was a very strange sensation indeed. The guy was now waving at the empty, slightly misty air. Maybe he was just crazy. Either way, she stepped around him and couple help growling just a little. "Hey!" Rachel repeated. "What's up with you?"
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 25, 2019 3:13:31 GMT -5
Lucian paused momentarily at the werewolf's complaint, confused. Why would a werewolf simulation be talking to him? That didn't make sense, if anything it should have attacked him... Maybe someone who'd been working on it had thought programing it to talk would be funny or something. Not bothering to answer her first question, he went back to waving at the air, only growing more confused as he failed to locate the door or even a wall. "Where is the damn thing..." he finally stopped when the werewolf stepped in front of him and growled. At first he thought she was finally going to attack, but she just spoke again. For a few moments he just looked at her with a mixture of confusion and irritation. She looked so real. Why bother making such realistic opponents for a training simulation? As far he he knew, the technology Maverick's organization had was nothing like this anyway- not yet at least. And the fancy background? What was the point of that? None of it made sense... but what else could it be? "None of this makes sense... this has to be a dream." He rolled his eyes. Why was he even talking to her? "You aren't even real." Even if she was, which she definitely wasn't, she was a werewolf!
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Post by Sησω on Jun 25, 2019 7:30:15 GMT -5
As more people appeared, Anika lowered her neck to get a better look at them. The Emperor's body crouched as two more heads did the same thing, specifically one with pale pink scales, raspberry-colored eyes, and a light purple mane along with another that had white scales, pale green eyes with dark scleras, and a forest green mane. "I doN't knOw. . ." Anika commented, bright red eyes landing on Bigby as she answered his question. She hadn't noticed it when the Emperor's other heads were speaking, but her voice sounded extremely hollow. It almost scared her. As if in response, the light pink head spoke, "It sEems liKe SomEone bRought uS herE. . .a diVine foRCe of sorTs. . . ."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 25, 2019 11:03:45 GMT -5
Oh boy this looks busy and I’m slow on updates but uh,,,, //eyes Spidey-Boy// I mean I could....))
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jun 25, 2019 12:55:36 GMT -5
The cherry haired girl remained as she was as her ethereal calls went unanswered. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew now that she was on her own and nobody was coming. It was then, among all the other noise, a sound that was both familiar and reassuring could be heard. Music.
Slowly, she opened her yellow eyes and looked up, the strum of the stringed instrument causing her to relax enough to where she was no longer paralyzed in fear. She lowered her hands as well and for the first time since blinking in, she produced a sound of her own that mortals could hear. It was not unlike the chime of a bell, and was the closest thing she had to what humans would consider a 'voice'. The timbre was confused, her way of vocalizing what she was feeling.
She didn't notice Ofelia approaching from the side, the other blinker unintentionally causing her to jump in suprise upon asking if she was okay. There was hesitation in the action, but she managed a nod. Now that she was starting to calm down, she was able to realize she wasn't in active danger at the moment.
The cherry haired girl's head tilted to the side, her face now a look of curiosity, as Ofelia attempted to be reassuring, even going as far as vowing to protect her. The way the other girl acted and spoke, it reminded her of someone back home who was one of her closest friends. This struck a chord in her, her features lighting up like a sunny day with a warm smile. It hadn't taken long, but Ofelia was already starting to gain her trust.
One of the girl's hands rose and she pointed a finger at her fellow blinker. Trying her hardest to communicate, she chimed again with a questioning tone, indicating that she wanted to know Ofelia's name.
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 25, 2019 13:30:33 GMT -5
Orpheus glanced up from his guitar at the sound of what seemed to be music. He gave a small smile, noticing the girl and playing another soft chord in response. It seemed she was occupied with the red haired girl, but he was intrigued by her. It seemed that she alone had responded to the music, and then started communicating in her own way. Could she talk? Orpheus wasn’t sure, but she was good enough at conveying her emotions through the bell tone that he didn’t think it would be too difficult to talk to her if he wanted once she was done speaking to the girl who had approached her. Of all of the people he now found himself thrown in with, he had to admit that he was most interested in the girl with the bell-like almost voice. Everyone else just seemed confused and panicked - which Orpheus understood, of course - he must, after learning what he thought was true of death wasn’t. Or rather, after learning that he had died and left his love behind. He wasn’t too concerned about that - he loved Eurydice enough to know that he’d find her again. For now he was going to take the chance to get to know where he was and the people around him. Eurydice would wait for him to find her, surely. Just as he’d do for her.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 25, 2019 15:42:04 GMT -5
Oh geez. A newbie. This wasn't saying that Rachel wasn't a newbie either or that she wasn't convinced that this was logical, but she could at least stop herself from punching people! There was music in the background, which was nice. It was calming - but Rachel had already been calm (right? Right). She was really confused by the guy though. "Yeah," she said. "It might be a dream." She didn't sound like she was convinced. Hearing her own voice made her shiver. It was almost animalistic. Using a finger that she tried not to look at because she really wasn't sure what to make of this, she pointed at Lucian. "I'd suggest pinching yourself to find out, but from the looks of things, you're a ghost." Could ghosts be substantial to themselves? She didn't know. Instead, she slowly turned and looked down the street. She could still hear that music. She wondered if she went toward it if she would run into other blinkers or if it had something to do with the room. Would the newbie even follow if she left? She started walking in that direction, her movements almost a trot.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 25, 2019 16:06:57 GMT -5
//screams// ok I have no self control. also Stri do I spy Orpheus?? How many Greek kids can you collect my dude? Pff, I’ve been meaning on checking that musical out!))
The initial breath of clean air seemed to pierce through the man’s lungs like a bullet, and for a staggering second he waited for the pain to flood through his chest. The sound of silence was suffocating for only a moment longer, and with a liberated second breath he found himself with only seconds to navigate his way around a twenty foot fall. Crouched when he arrived, he immediately tucked down to make impact the nearest building side with his palms; vaulting himself into a diagonal path towards the ground. His hand shot out to the next building in his vision, but the seize of his web never followed. In fact. No web even released. Short of time to try again, the soaring individual tucked into a roll, colliding with the ground only feet away from the nearest blinker. In only heartbeat the super hero was out of the roll and on his feet again, leaping backwards to obtain the full picture. How...had he gotten outside? Surrounded by flames, the roar of frightened citizens, and hidden by his...suit? Why wasn’t he in his suit? The long sleeves of a buttoned jacket cloaked his arms and body, but his face was unmasked. Looking around, however, he wasn’t too worried about his identity at the moment. “I take it this isn’t New York,” he mused, eyeing those around him. He briefly analyzed his clothing and lack of gear, then took a moment to look up at the massive dragon accompanying him and the other peculiar citizens. “Definitely not.” He said quietly, creeping back towards the others. “Is everyone okay, sorry about, uh, dropping in like that.” He spoke, glancing up towards the building he’d pushed off of, still confused.
(//deep breathing// I’m back)
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