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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 25, 2019 16:41:22 GMT -5
(I will collect all of the Greeks, Des !! Hahaha!! Jk, Clo has Hector. But it’s good to see you back! You should definitely check out Hadestown though. It’s really good) That’s what I’ve been hearing! It’s gotten a lot of hype recently — I’ll probably check it out tonight :0 ))
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Post by Sησω on Jun 25, 2019 16:52:08 GMT -5
(Restarting Anika since eleven sentient heads was getting confusing.)
Walk, look for food, watch out for dangers, and sometimes sleep - that was Anika's everyday protocol. However, she suddenly found herself somewhere unfamiliar, not in the wasteland she'd been wandering mere moments before. Was this a dream? A mirage? Some sneaky mage playing a trick on her? To nobody in particular, she commented, "PeCuliaR. . ." Wait, had she been the one to produce that voice? It was hollow and ghost-like. The dragon liked to think that she wasn't one to get scared easily, but that voice was enough to send a chill through her spine. Suddenly, she saw another dragon's head, specifically that of her breed, Imperial, move past hers and down to get a closer look at the ground. And yet another, right next to the other one, was gazing (and seemingly growling) at the nearby buildings. She was about to ask one if them if they knew what was going on, but then she caught of something else. The three Imperials' heads were attached to one body. And there were even more heads - eleven, to be exact. Each was doing something different: one was wrapping its neck around another while a third (which fittingly had pale blue eyes of the ice element) was breathing frosted air up into the night sky. Anika herself was caught between fear and disbelief. She had become part of an Emperor, a beast formed from deceased Imperials. She couldn't remember her death or the events leading up to it, but was that something one was supposed to recall? She'd never talked to anyone undead before. After taking a moment for the shock to subside, Anika tried lifting into flight. She then attempted to walk forward. It turned out that she couldn't control it very well, if at all. It seemed to be feral, just like the the other heads. Sometimes her wings would randomly flap. Other times, her tail would swish around, doing damage to the buildings in its path. Her feet would claw the ground. Suddenly, she heard the sound of music, coming from somewhere on the ground. It was strangely relaxing and she felt calmed by listening to it. The rest of the Emperor seemed to calm down, too. The heads silenced, the tail stopped swishing, and the feet stopped clawing. Now intrigued, Anika lowered her massive head to see who or what the source was.
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Post by Sησω on Jun 25, 2019 16:54:49 GMT -5
(Welcome back Des!)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 25, 2019 17:09:13 GMT -5
Ahah! Thank you my friend! It’s good to be around a little again :3))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 25, 2019 17:42:49 GMT -5
(Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees. Without you, we haven't done the Hook room and you must return to give Myrnin nightmares.)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 25, 2019 18:03:25 GMT -5
Hehe yes,, I’m hoping this can be a pretty regular thing all while maintaining the doc, that way I can squeeze in my important interactions here on the thread all while having some fun on the doc))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 25, 2019 18:08:46 GMT -5
(Cool cool! I was wondering what you planned with the doc. I'll try and get some replies when I get out of school.)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 25, 2019 20:14:31 GMT -5
(hello all! i liveeeeeee
kinda
will still be a little poofy ^^; )
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Post by Ver Million on Jun 25, 2019 20:44:17 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. Relief washed over Ofelia when the strange girl's frightened expression morphed into one of joy. Definitely a friendly person that she can trust. No longer afraid, she placed the tennis racket on the cold ground. Her eyebrows lifted, curious to see Yggdrasil pointing at her. "Huh? Me?" She titled her head to the side and pursed her lips together. "Is there something on my face? Mm, wait no, that doesn't sound right. O-oh! Are you asking for my name?" The redhead's pale face brightened as she clasped her hands together. "My name's Ofelia Duarte! But you can call me 'Ofie'! What's your name?"
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 25, 2019 20:45:02 GMT -5
Volt returned once more to the primitive kitchen inside of the stone castle with her swords drawn, her armor and blades streaked with some kind of dark, vicious liquid. Her metal feet clicked against the cobble floor as she spun around, caught off guard by the sudden silence and thinking that maybe she had gone deaf. But no, there was no danger here, not yet anyways. Tension leaving her shoulders, Volt clipped the swords into their place on her back and raised her head to examine the rest of the room. It looks like the rest of the group had managed to gather and combine all the needed ingredients, or had just given up and mixed what they had.
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Post by Auransky on Jun 25, 2019 21:36:08 GMT -5
<Raintalon> HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt mintedstar/fur Before regrouping :
Thankfully, the angel wasn't on par with the rest of the house, in terms of light. Which made things more bearable. Elliot couldn't help but look away with a soft smile, "Darkness...." He trailed off. It almost appeared like he was being called a bat or something. "Something like that." He couldn't help but somewhat agree, not that it mattered too much. He personally did appreciate the dim lighting, but he also respected everyone's preference for light. Why am I the only one in the family who complains? He couldn't help but ponder. He silently followed after the angel, his eyes skimming every detail of the house. It was much easier to analyze everything, without having to take an eternity to adjust to every room individually. He followed the other man into the next room, stopping along with the doorway, he couldn't help but look slightly down. Despite the power being altered it almost seemed like this room was untouched, but there was also sounds coming from boxes inside the room-almost like air. Air, buzzing and humming... Regrouping:
It was the reappearance of Hange and Mini Myrnin that caught his attention. It was the further news that Hange presented, that forced Elliot to jerk back. He blinked rapidly, turning his head towards the right, the left, then right and to the ceiling above him. He took a brief sniff of the air, there was still that terrible chlorine scent lingering from everyone, followed by the coffee, chocolate, cookies, and glass.... but he couldn't smell the storm. He took a few steps to the right, away from the group, he listened to the Angel speak on the plan of action, then Hange. As he continued silently pacing away his once turquoise eyes took on a scarlet color. He sniffed the air once more, this time able to sniff the humidity in the air. Tch.... I was careless... Elliot considered the possibility of the situation. If it was him alone, he could easily maneuver through the situation without any issues. But he wasn't alone, and these individuals were not the emotionless soldiers that he would leave to fend off for themselves. These individuals were civilians to an extent, but also like the soldiers who actually had something to fight for. Their safety was important, as mentioned by both Hange and Sandalphon. His eyes scrolled slightly back, he herd the angel mention underground. That resurfaced an idea, a situation similar to this one, but the odds were very unlikely. Still.... "Maybe.." He softly muttered, then knelt down, placing a gentle hand on the ground. He softly concentrated. This worked once... Given the short amount of time, and the continuous movement going on behind him, he struggled to drown the sound of everyone out. It was difficult, given his own frustrations, furthermore, this place had many more sounds of artificial air, clanking, and water coming from within the walls. His heart raced, as he further concentrated, then it started to thump, and soon out of sync-it made him light-headed, given he had stopped breathing at some point, but something was there-he could vaugley see what he was looking for. He ran his hand across the ground. "2!" He turned his head quickly, almost losing balance from his kneeling. His now scarlet eyes, looking at the three standing behind him. "There are two possible ways underground, but I can't tell if they both lead down or which exact area." he used his hands to help himself stand back up. "Trap doors, something that is abnormal in the ground-doesn't sound like the rest of the ground." He angled his head to the right, listening for all noises in the background. "Somewhere on this same floor. I say, get rid of everything that stands between us and the floor." He objectively ordered.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jun 25, 2019 21:46:16 GMT -5
With that, the name Ofelia Duarte was subconsciously added to the girl's ancient memory, taking its place alongside hundreds of years worth of other information she would never forget, as was this Primal Beast's original purpose. To her though, it was simply the name of a new friend.
Returning the introduction was going to be... Tough, to say the least. She had never personally introduced herself to anyone before, usually having her friends there to do it for her. Now that they weren't around, she was going to have to improvise somehow.
The cherry haired girl closed her eyes in thought for a moment, an old story coming forth from the depths of her memory. It was one where there was a tree that was said to hold nine worlds together, which held the same name as her. It was a long shot, but it was the best she had. She straightened her body out and held her arms into the air, slowly lowering them in a outstretched arc, imitating the shape of a big tree. Once that was done, she held up nine fingers. Hopefully, the other blinker would get what she was referencing. If not she'd just have to find another way to try and get her name across.
While it was true she indeed was occupied with Ofelia, the cherry haired girl still had an ear pointed back towards Orpheus. The man strummed his instrument again, which managed to draw a side glance from her. It took her a second to realize what he was doing, but when she did, she felt a surge of glee pass through her. He was playing back to her in response to her 'voice'. The smile on her face somehow managed to grow even brighter as she hummed another chime back, this one ringing with pure bliss, not held back with confusion like her first. By this point most of her previous feelings had melted away. She was no longer afraid or worried, in fact she was actually having fun now despite still not having any idea where she was.
Smiles weren't the only thing blooming around the girl however... The dark cobblestone ground nearby was suddenly covered in color as dozens of flowers sprouted through it and blossomed. As tended to happen at times when she got extremely happy, her earth magic would unintentionally leak from her body, causing a flood of plant-life to erupt around her, flowers growing in places that should have been impossible. Thankfully, they didn't manage to spread much farther then about ten feet away before stopping.
Since joining the crew back home, her ability to control her magic in her current form had improved after spending enough time traveling with them, meaning the land around her was no longer in danger of turning into a island sized forest everytime she got too happy. Of course this didn't mean she was perfect at it, as evidenced by what had just happened.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 25, 2019 22:12:01 GMT -5
Volt returned once more to the primitive kitchen inside of the stone castle with her swords drawn, her armor and blades streaked with some kind of dark, vicious liquid. Her metal feet clicked against the cobble floor as she spun around, caught off guard by the sudden silence and thinking that maybe she had gone deaf. But no, there was no danger here, not yet anyways. Tension leaving her shoulders, Volt clipped the swords into their place on her back and raised her head to examine the rest of the room. It looks like the rest of the group had managed to gather and combine all the needed ingredients, or had just given up and mixed what they had. "Wooh, wooh," said The Doctor, raising her hands as Volt appeared. She'd blinked in just a second before hand and the sudden appearance of the Tenno had caused her to jump back and almost end up knocking off the finished product (or the uncooked product) from the counter. The Doctor once again found both gems were nestled in her hand and she looked around to see if there was anything else that was going to appear. "Look ... er ... can you hold these?" she held out the gems. "Then I get just put this thing in the oven and see what it's actually going to do."
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 25, 2019 22:56:36 GMT -5
Volt looked at The Doctor, taking a moment to register what the woman was saying. A request. To hold - right, yes. They were gem hunting and had somehow ended up cooking. "Of course." The Tenno wiped one hand on the side of her leg to try and clean the blood off of her fingers before accepting the sparkling stones. "How long must it stay in the oven?" The mixture seemed thick and gooey. How it would react to the heat of the fireplace was somewhat of a mystery to Volt, since she didn't exactly know what most of the ingredients were even made out of. The Doctor seemed fairly sure of herself though. (sorry, short post x-x mintedstar/fur)
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 25, 2019 23:22:47 GMT -5
Orpheus was quickly becoming aware of the fact that his music was drawing more attention than he had originally intended. It had originally just been so he could calm down - the music coursed through him in such a grounding way that it was always sure to stop him from worrying. As long as he was able to use music, he knew he was never alone. And when you weren't alone, there was no reason to be afraid, right? And then the quiet strumming had transformed into a way to "communicate" with Yggdrasil. A call and response. But now he could tell that there were others paying attention. He wasn't scared, exactly, of the creature that appeared to be a hydra leaning down low - it was amazing what wonders assuming he was dead did to his ability to react to things without fear - but he had to admit that the creature was a little bit unnerving with its multiple heads. Yet it didn't seem that the hydra-like dragon was intent on attacking him or anyone else in the room, so he gave it a warm smile and stopped the reverberation of the chord for long enough to raise a hand in greeting. And then his attention was stolen away by Yggdrasil's response. It was a beautiful, haunting note, no longer as hesitant as the last one had been. A wide grin broke across Orpheus' face. This was the reason he played. It was a way of speaking, and perhaps more literally now than ever before. He let the girl's chime echo for a few moments before he noticed the flowers that seemed to erupt from her in every direction. He had wanted to make spring come earlier, but this girl... well, to him it almost seemed like she was spring, and he was filled with awe at what she could do. He met her gaze before strumming a series of chords on his guitar. Then he began to sing. Softly at first, a simple melody with no words other than the echoes of a song that had been written long ago, but rarely touched by mortals. He closed his eyes, letting it tear through him in the way he knew it would. He was writing a song to help spring come early, but writing... well, writing wasn't accurate. It was as though it was already written; he was just the conduit through which it passed. And there, just as he cut off, just as he lost track of where the song was going, a red flower blossomed to the side of the hundreds that Yggdrasil had created. Orpheus' own contribution to the little garden she had created. It wasn't much, but it was there. He glanced up, wanting to see her reaction... if she'd even noticed. And then, for good measure, he played another firm chord - a direct response to her clear chime.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 26, 2019 0:19:59 GMT -5
A young man, perhaps in his early 20s, stepped out into the night air from inside a nearby doorway. His attire nearly matched the surroundings, a dark green vest with brass finishings buttoned on top of a white sleeved shirt. A red cravat was tied around his neck, marking him from a well-to-do estate, but the scuffs on his boots revealed he was not above acting like a commoner. His long dark hair was tied back from his face in a simple ponytail, making it very easy to see the moment his smile was replaced by an expression of shock. He half turned and tried to jiggle the doorhandle to get back inside, only to find it cold and unforgiving beneath his fingertips. Peering upwards, he realized with dread that this wasn't even the same building he had just exited. Facing the street once more, he was forced to confront the reality of the strange sight in front of him. A man playing an instrument, two young girls with unnaturally red hair, and an enormous monstrosity stood in the center of a garden that appeared to have blossomed in the middle of the street. Not normally given to religious tendencies, a murmured prayer escaped the man's lips to whatever saint happened to be listening. Nothing short of divine intervention was going to get him out of this nightmare.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 26, 2019 0:31:56 GMT -5
Orpheus glanced over when he noticed yet another newcomer. Unlike him, nobody else seemed to be transparent and dead. He was beginning to think that maybe this place wasn't the Underworld after all, and that maybe he'd just been... turned into a ghost? He couldn't tell, but he knew for sure that he would remember dying. Nonetheless, he was intrigued by how many people just kept appearing. From where, he couldn't quite tell. He knew for sure that nobody looked familiar and their clothes were from... well, countless different eras, it seemed. Orpheus couldn't quite tell. He lifted a hand from his guitar in greeting, inviting the man to come closer. After all, if they were to be stuck in a place none of them was familiar with, wouldn't it make more sense to be friendly? That was Orpheus' philosophy anyway. Although he was sure everyone here probably had the same questions he had - questions he didn't know the answers to, of course - that didn't mean they had to be hostile with each other. Something in his heart told him they'd all be allowed to go home, or be sent home, at some point. He'd know if he lost Eurydice for good. He couldn't feel her heart beating from here, but something distant told him that he would see her again. Perhaps it was just optimism that kept him tied to his world, but he wasn't going to question it, not while he was actually finding ways to enjoy himself here.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 26, 2019 1:16:09 GMT -5
Arno blinked as the musician made eye contact and raised an arm in greeting. Arno did not respond in kind, too preoccupied with the fact he could swear he could see the building behind the man through him. But only just. Still facing the street, the frenchman's hand crept backwards again to try the door handle, to no avail. He must be going insane, there was no other reasonable explanation for any of this. But were this to be only the product of a delusion, surely he must still be in Versailles? The city was safe enough. Perhaps he could explore this dream world a bit. The only thing he risked was his reputation should be be caught talking to a carriage or somesuch. And that would be far from the strangest thing he had ever been seen doing. Slowly, Arno left the shelter of the doorway and stepped out onto the street, casting quick glances to the side now and again to make sure nothing planned to leap at him from the darkness. He couldn't help but wonder if a normal man would have given into his insanity so quickly. This would surely be a story for Elise, should he be given the chance to actually tell it. Attempting to muster his courage, Arno approached the bizarre collection of individuals. "Greetings, friends. What a... lovely evening to play among the flowers." He couldn't quite believe the his own words, but it was a start.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jun 26, 2019 1:28:52 GMT -5
The cherry haired girl had thought her action of accidentally flooding the area with flowers would cut the fun short, as others usually began to freak out when it happened, but to her suprise it didn't. If anything, it made the mood even lighter judging by how Orpheus had started playing more music. Then the man began to sing...
She stood there frozen in awe, her bare feet firmly planted to the spot like the flowers around her. As the sound filled her ears, it resonated all the way to her core. Another sound filled the air along with the singing and guitar strumming, the ring of an ethereal chime. It was more then a single ring this time, it was attempting to play along with the song.
Meanwhile the girl had broken out of her trance, and her feet free of the ground. Now floating, she temporary left Ofelia behind and began to happily dancing among the flowers with a look of the purest happiness on her face. Her yellow eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth open in silent laughter. The only thing that would have brought her more joy, if that was even possible, was if her friends could be here too.
She came to a stop as Orpheus did too, the chimes falling quiet as well. Now floating in the middle of her garden, the Primal Beast spun around to face the human behind her. Her eyes fell on the red flower near him that was a small distance away from the others, knowing that he was the one who'd made it grow. Slowly she flew over to it, before gently reaching down to pluck it. She held it up to her face to take in its sweet smell, which was different then any of the flowers she was familiar with. A soft green glow covered the flower for a few seconds as the beast imbued it with a blessing, one which meant it would never wilt. Giving Orpheus another smile, she held it out for him to take, another faint chime ringing from her in response to the last guitar strum.
One of the girl's pointed ears rose as it picked up another voice, her head turning towards the direction it came from. It was another man, who to no surprise was unfamiliar. Had she not been such a joyus mood, she might have shied away from the stranger. Instead, she floated closer and did a few circles around him, letting out a chime of curiosity.
(A bit late whoops pfft)
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 26, 2019 1:38:17 GMT -5
Orpheus let out a peal of laughter as Yggdrasil began dancing, as she joined in the song in her own way. He felt a smile tug at his face, watching her, watching her joy. It made the same emotion blossom in him as well. And when he stopped, he kept watching her. Although he wasn’t sure what she was doing, Orpheus stood, breathless. Somehow, he thought he understood. Silently, eyes wide, he took the flower, meeting Yggdrasil’s gaze. “Thank you,” he whispered, dipping his head. He returned her smile with one of his own. And then he turned to face the new stranger. At first, Orpheus wasn’t sure the stranger was going to even come close. He understood being frightened, being torn from wherever this stranger was from. For some reason Orpheus got the distinct feeling that it wasn’t Greece, as impossible as that seemed. Perhaps it was the odd clothing, or the way he hesitated but he seemed distinctly different from anything Orpheus had ever seen. Everyone here did and he didn’t quite understand it. How could they all be from different places? Where were those places? His heart ached to know. Orpheus gave a wide smile as the stranger spoke. He wasn’t sure the stranger was ever going to, but he had to admit he was relieved by it. “It sure is,” he replied. “Care to join? Do you play?” He held up his guitar as a question. He wasn’t keen on others touching it, but in the spirit of making friends? Perhaps that was a good reason. Or maybe just as an invitation. “There’s plenty of room,” he added, looking at the area where they stood. He was curious about this stranger. He was curious about everyone, but this stranger was the first to speak to him directly, unless Yggdrasil’s chiming counted as speech. Orpheus was inclined to think it did.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 26, 2019 2:26:34 GMT -5
Arno’s already unsure smile faltered and his eyes widened as one of the young girls chimed like a bell and began floating about. She really was wearing very little clothing. He managed to return his focus to the other man, somewhat relieved to hear his fluent french despite his odd appearance. “Ah, I am not well versed with Spanish instruments.” He replied, turning down the man’s offer. “I would, however, like to know where I am. What is this place? Who are you?” Arno’s eyes strayed once again to the floating girl before he quickly forced them back to the man’s slightly transparent face. Were the stories of fae told by the superstitious true? Or had one of those old folk tales manifested in his private delusion? Perhaps a mix of both?
(Ack hopefully this isn’t awful, my brain is ready to turn off for the night xD )
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 26, 2019 10:01:09 GMT -5
"Spanish?" Orpheus repeated, brow furrowing. Perhaps there was a civilization somewhere with similar instruments, but he had never heard of this one. In his his defense, Spain hadn't been created yet. Neither had France. He let his guitar settle back to his side, frowning slightly at the questions. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "About the place, I mean. I was speaking with a friend of mine, and then I was here." He gave a small shrug. "I assumed it was like that for everyone here, so asking questions seemed admittedly unproductive." He positioned his guitar so that it lay along his back. "I'm Orpheus, by the way," he introduced himself, holding out a hand for the stranger to shake, if he wanted. Then again, given the fact that he seemed to have become a ghost... he wasn't entirely sure how shakeable his hand really was. He turned just in time to see another creature he couldn't quite describe, but it didn't stop him from offering her the same smile he'd offered everyone else he had seen. "Hello," he greeted. "I'm not sure what this place is."
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Jun 26, 2019 10:21:23 GMT -5
Yàn zi shifted, ready to take flight if need be, but was once again reminded of how earth-bound she was as her hooves clattered against the cobblestone street. She fixed Orpheus with a careful look as she evaluated the musician. "But, you play here. You don't know the place that you create music in?" The Qilin hadn't moved from the spot she'd blinked in to, as if she hadn't considered any transportation other than flying a possibility. She looked up, mane falling around her neck in soft, curly locks. The buildings were strange here, and so short. There was no life in the place, no hum of energy from the generations of occupancy. It felt artificial, in a way.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 26, 2019 10:51:50 GMT -5
Arno tipped his head in an expression of rueful acceptance. The pale man did not know what instrument it was that he played. Because why not? Nothing else made sense in this dream. He accepted Orpheus’ handshake, nearly expecting his own hand to pass through the other’s, but was met with a grasp as firm as one fully tangible. “Arno Dorian.” The Frenchman replied. “I- what the devil.” A creature unlike any he had ever seen suddenly appeared from thin air. It had four hooves, a horse-like body, and a mane like a lion. To top it all off, it addressed the two men in a woman’s clear toned voice, as if a singer had lost her way to the theater. Surely someone had slipped something into his drink, this was beyond anything Arno’s mind could conjure up unassisted.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 26, 2019 11:02:29 GMT -5
Orpheus shook his head. "I was brought here, just like you. Not that long ago. Playing was easier than worrying about where this place is, or how to get back home." He held the flower that Yggdrasil had blessed in his hand, his fingers wrapped so tightly around it his knuckles were white. The truth was, he was scared. He didn't want these people turning on him just because he didn't have any answers, and he wasn't sure he would be able to get himself out of a situation where they turned hostile. He took a deep breath, feeling the pleasant weight of the instrument on his back. They would get out of here, and if Orpheus' hopes were right, they'd do it as friends rather than enemies. The smile returned to his face as Arno shook his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Arno," he replied, feeling at ease once again. They'd figure this out as a group, and since they all seemed to be civil, it would turn out alright.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Jun 26, 2019 11:22:18 GMT -5
Arno had correctly picked up on the creature's pattern of speech; Yàng zi spoke with a lilting voice- not soft, but full and clear like a singer or a bird's note. "I cannot go away from my home for too long. I must return before a year has passed. Please, if someone knows how to return, tell me." She addressed the little group, though no one appeared to know quite what was going on. She shifted her weight, flicking a lion's tail she hadn't quite realized she'd had until now. "And I do miss my wings." She murmured, more of an afterthought to herself. On that note, the Qilin looked down at her hooves. Right. Walking, if she wanted to get anywhere. With four legs. Piece of cake. She took a tentative, experimental step forward, bringing her back legs with her in a stilted, hesitant stride.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 26, 2019 13:11:28 GMT -5
A small girl with large eyes and green hair blinked in with a loud RIBBIT! of surprise. Her arms shot out straight out from her sides and she froze in place, odd smells and sounds and an uncomfortable warmth making her feel completely disoriented for almost a full minute. Slowly, her eyes moved first. There were a lot of odd quirks here: she noted several animal based ones and a girl seemed to be growing flowers out of the hard rock, while a boy with a guitar played soft music that helped clear her mind and slow her heart rate. So, probably a mood quirk. She wondered if it was safe to move from where she’d appeared. It looked like someone had teleported her and a lot of other potential heroes into this street, and she guessed that they didn’t have full control over their powers, because she still felt strangely warm and tingly all over. She glanced down, wondering whether there was any physical sign of her location shift. Then her breath caught in her throat and she gave a low croak, as she realized why she felt so odd. “I’m on fire.” She stated softly, watching the bright flames dance on her skin like a lot marshmallow. She knew she should be screaming by now, but it didn’t hurt at all. Once the shock of that faded a little bit, she took on several other changes: her clothes had changed to a deep, fiery reddish orange jumpsuit complete with patterned flames creeping from her left heel to her right shoulder, her hair had turned a dark blood red, and, upon feeling the top of her head, she realized she had two long, curved and very sharp horns. “Excuse me. I’m on fire.” She repeated, deciding as she did that this spot was no safer than anywhere else, and taking a step towards the crowd in general. “Excuse me. Where is this?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 26, 2019 13:31:50 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. Kelsier heard the whisper, but he let it go unanswered. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he sounded, but the Mistborn had his doubts about anyone who would put their own son in that kind of situation. Either way, it didn’t matter now. He clenched his jaw so hard his teeth threatened to break as the shock went through Nico. He saw the wild stubbornness in the demigod’s eyes, and the anger as he fought off the pain for even longer than Kelsier had managed. It would have been impressive, if it hadn’t been torture worse than anything so far to watch him hold on through it. He closed his eyes as the boy gave in, unable to imagine the pain that must have been enough to force his next words out. He didn’t want Nico to have to look into anyone’s eyes as he tore his secrets from his chest, wanted to give him at least them fragile illusion of privacy, if he could give nothing else. “I’m sorry.” He said finally, not out of any sense of pity, but simply because it was awful and he wanted to show that he understood just how awful. He opened his eyes as Nico stood and shouted at the cold walls, and he opened his mouth to say something more, and then he froze because the piece of paper in front of him was adding to itself. Pretty cursive words traced themselves into life, and he felt sick to his stomach as enough appeared for him to read it. ”Nico....” He began, then fell silent. What could he say? That they weren’t done, after all that? That the deepest secret, the worst pain, it hadn’t been sufficient? He hoped Nico would just look down at the paper. “Now ask one more question, whatever you want to know most about the other person.”
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 26, 2019 13:53:15 GMT -5
I'm sorry. Kelsier's words echoed in Nico's ears, and he couldn't quite shake the impact they had on him. He wanted to shout at Kelsier that he could shut up with the inadequate words, but the truth was... he didn't want to. It was one thing to have someone in his world, someone universally celebrated and loved, someone who had never dealt with being outcast... it was different to have that person tell him that everything was going to be okay. Kelsier's apology wasn't like that. He had suffered, too. His apology wasn't just a word thrown out to make Nico feel better, a bandage over a gaping wound. No, Kelsier's apology was an understanding. A bridge, almost... a hand held out that Nico was far too scared to take, but that he was grateful for anyway. Nico leveled his dark eyes at Kelsier, trying to understand him once the rage had mostly blown away. And then he saw the way Kelsier was looking at the paper. The rage roared up again, but he pushed it as far away as he could. The House wasn't choosing to torture him anymore. No, it was letting them wound each other. A dark smile quirked at Nico's face, barely concealing waves of anger and fear. Kelsier didn't know him well enough to ask the questions that would really hurt, right? This would be a reprieve. It had to be. Just one more thing to get out. Nico read the words twice, three times, a hundred times, his nails digging in to the palm of his hand. Finally, he fixed Kelsier with his dark gaze. "Who are you in your world?" He asked, the words swirling around him. "I mean... who are you that you have no qualms killing but... but that you're able to... how did you know how to bring me back?" It was all one question, he thought. At least that was how it felt to him. "How does one become both an assassin and a healer?"
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