Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jun 26, 2019 14:05:33 GMT -5
"Sue, let me handle this." Ah, the mischievous youth was in for a suprise for the brush of hedges he hid behind were replaced in a mere second. Now he stood around a decrept and forlorn street corner. If its one thing the boy knew, there was no cobbled streets lying around town. Much less a freak show wandering about without any curious onlookers about. Observations aside he had the deceny not to hide, taking in a slow stride around the odd group despite his bodies protest. Somehow it was hard to move, creaking heard here and there, the string of stray notes in the air and smell of something burning.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 26, 2019 14:08:44 GMT -5
"Wings." Arno repeated faintly. He kept trying to remind himself he was dreaming, that nothing he was seeing was real, but for some reason this was just all too convincing. He felt Orpheus' handshake and could feel his own heart in his chest. But how could this be real? There was a sudden commotion to his right and Arno turned to find himself confronted by a demon. There was absolutely no mistaking it. He raised a hand as if to keep the monster at bay and began walking slowly backwards, feeling the hairs raise along the back of his neck and arms. "You- no. No." He refused to be part of this anymore, dream or otherwise. He could handle ghost musicians and floating girls and lion-horses but enough was enough. Summoning a dignified facade he certainly did not feel at all, Arno spun on his boot heel and began walking down the empty cobble street, away from the group of supernatural entities. Being alone on unfamiliar streets in the dark was not exactly ideal but he would not consort with things he had no purpose meddling in. He would find his own way out of this nightmare realm.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 26, 2019 14:15:49 GMT -5
Orpheus frowned deeply as Arno turned to walk away. He didn't think that was a particularly safe idea, especially when they had no idea what could happen here. He took a step away from where he was standing, no longer paying attention to the people that were surrounding him or anything else happening nearby. "Arno, wait!" He called, darting between the girl on fire and the lion-like creature. He doubted being alone was the best possible option, though he didn't blame Arno for being overwhelmed by everything that was happening here. "You have no idea what's around here," he managed as he caught up, having to jog a few paces in order to walk side by side with the man. It seemed the other man had a slightly longer stride than him. "I don't either, but wandering on your own," he gave a small, uncertain smile. "I don't intend to lose any new friends right off the bat." Who knew if 'friends' was too strong a word, but Orpheus tended to form strong bonds almost immediately. He also didn't tend to break those unless the other party made it exceedingly clear his presence was unwelcome. But even then, it took a while to shake him away. "If you're so insistent on going away, at least let me accompany you?"
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 26, 2019 14:25:34 GMT -5
- Newbie Room - 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. Looking back, he realized there was more happening with the small bundle of civilians than he’d first realized, the sheer number of abnormalities leaving him frozen. “W-What?” um im just going to uhh repost this...I edited it just a little,, I kinda poofed yesterday but no one answered anyways so it’s no sweat,,))
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 26, 2019 14:46:12 GMT -5
Kelsier drew in his breath, and for a long moment he held it, his eyes meeting Nico’s with something unreadable deep inside them. How does one become both an assassin and a healer? It was a question he would have expected Mare to ask him. A question he asked himself, sometimes, on the occasion he wasn’t drowned in other things to deal with. What was his answer? He lowered his gaze, thoughtful now more than pained, as he considered how best to answer. What side of himself he wanted to share. He found, to his surprise, that he wanted to share the deeper parts as well as the simple ones. Maybe it was because he felt Nico deserved an honest answer, or maybe it was because the demigod seemed so very a younger version of himself. It was not because he would be shocked if he didn’t comply. “Killing is not wrong.” He answered finally, quiet but not in the way he’d been before. Not like he didn’t want to say it, more like his these were not words to be shouted, but simply said. “Killing a person is no more wrong anything else is. In my world, I’m known to some as a hero, and others as a monster, because the world is made up of opposites. Actions, and reactions. It’s at the core of everything.” He looked up again and met Nico’s eyes, his own gaze steady. “I’ve killed a lot of people, and I don’t feel the slightest twinge of grief about it. These people oppress my people, the Skaa, and treat them worse than animals. Do you know how many children I’ve seen, killed or worse for no reason at all? They’re forced to live in terror, forced to work, and if they ever so much as raise their heads to look their oppressors in the eye, their whole family could feel the consequences.” He spat out the last word as though it tasted bitter. “The nobility. They have their balls, their parties and squabbles for thrones and bloodlines and hands in marriage, while Skaa slaves die for lack of what they have in abundance.” What was he in his world? “If you had asked me that not so very long ago, I would have been nothing but a Skaa thief with a taste for danger, a wife, and very little sense of self-preservation.” He answered slowly at first, the words coming faster as he got used to the idea of telling someone who knew nothing about him exactly who he was. “As the name suggests, Mistborn are born, not made. But they’re dormant. They don’t even know their power, until something traumatic enough happens and causes them to Snap. As I did, in the Pits of Hathsin. No one has ever broken out of there until me, because Skaa Mistborn are so rare, the Nobility don’t usually think about it. Once I had my powers, I killed the guards and anyone who got in my way, and I escaped and became the Survivor to my people, a streak of hope on a bleak horizon.” He smiled. Once again he found he didn’t need to force it, it was habit ingrained so deeply that he meant it now. “I’m sorry I killed you Nico, because you’ve proven that you aren’t someone who hurts others needlessly. I was angry when I blinked in, and I reacted too quickly. I’m glad it wasn’t permanent.” He licked his lips and moved on to the last, harder edge of the question. “I knew how to bring you back because I knew where you were.” He finally finished, simple and honest and to the point.
“Now...I’m sorry. But my question is: who are the souls you said deserved their torture?”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jun 26, 2019 14:57:15 GMT -5
Yggdrasil had retreated a small distance away from the others as more and more people began appearing. Now that the music had completely stopped altogether, her excitement and confidence had dwindled a bit. She wasn't a terrified mess anymore, but her original uncertainty had began creeping it's way back.
For now she was content in watching from a distance, at least until she spotted Orpheus and Arno splitting off on their own. The primal tilted her head to the side, wondering where they were heading. Perhaps if she followed, she could learn more about this place. Maybe if she was lucky, even find a member of the crew.
Her next course of action was decided then, so off she floated after the two men, her four tails of hair breezing behind her as she cut through the air a few feet off the ground. The pair of butterfly wings on her back fluttered as she moved, but she still had yet to even pay them any heed. Perhaps it was because she was fairy-like in nature already, that they just felt natural and didn't bother her. Or maybe she just didn't care when there was so much going on around her. Who could say?
It didn't take long to reach the pair. Yggdrasil kept a small distance between her and them as she arrived. The bright smile she had once wore was mostly faded, although a smaller friendly one still tugged at the corners of her mouth. The beast let out a chime of greeting, hoping they didn't mind her presence.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 26, 2019 15:08:25 GMT -5
Tsu turned as something behind her creaked, and her eyes found the skeleton man immediately. “Excuse me.” She said for the third time, only this time she was directly addressing. She took a cautious step towards him and stopped in case he turned out to be a villain. She didn’t look at them, but their were ashen footsteps trailing behind her wherever she went. “Who’s Sue? She asked, looking up into his eye sockets. An interesting quirk, to be sure. She wondered if there was any other aspect of it other than a skeletal appearance, which she could already think of several things that alone could be good for. “Also. Do you know where we are, and why I’m on fire and have horns?”
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 26, 2019 15:12:05 GMT -5
"I will take my chances alone on a dark street rather than face a hellspawn." Arno growled, then seemed caught off guard by how bestial his tone tone had become. He dismissed it with a shake of his head and cleared his throat. "You are free to do as you wish. If you are truly as ignorant as I, we are not gaining any more knowledge by standing around. There must be answers somewhere." He noted Orpheus' quick step to keep up and slowed his own pace a little. "Does any of this seem familiar to you at all? If we could just get our bearings..." Arno eyed the side of the closest building. It seemed to offer plenty of handholds; if he could just get above this fog then perhaps they could navigate more easily.
Before he could suggest anything though, he flinched as a ringing chime sounded suddenly behind him. Why was it so loud?? He rubbed one ear and turned to see the fae girl. She hadn't been as noisy before, had she? "Ah, Orpheus, your friend...?" Did they know each other?
(Hey Des!! yeah i completely missed that yesterday sorry x-x Arno and Orpheus are a little ways out from the main group or I would have him reply. )
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 26, 2019 15:21:30 GMT -5
Nico listened carefully. He couldn’t verbally disagree with Kelsier about there being nothing wrong with killing, as much as it struck a chord in him to hear it said. He had killed enough - monsters, mostly, but they’d still died at his hands - to know that there was something terrible about the moment life fled. The lives of monsters did not rest on his consciousness, but the few demigod lives he had taken? Those did. What scared him the most was that he knew he would not hesitate to do such a thing again, if the occasional called for it. There was going to be a war, and he’d really rather not kill anyone regardless of their side, he knew he was Greek. If the Romans threatened their quest, he would have no choice. He would have no control. Nico knew Kelsier wasn’t in the exact same situation, but it was similar enough that it hurt to hear. “Everything is black and white,” he whispered in response, knowing what Kelsier thought there. His own life had been tainted black to most of the people he knew, after he had betrayed them. Ink, once spilled, was hard to wash off. It was strange, looking into Kelsier’s eyes and hearing him say he felt no grief about many of the lives he had taken. Nico knew the feeling. He had seen the Fields of Punishment enough times to know that there were plenty of people who deserved to be there. Yet there were far more rotting in Asphodel who deserved either far worse or far better. It seemed people didn’t always get their comeuppance… even in Kelsier’s world. Kelsier was a revolutionary. He was doing what he could to protect his people. Nico could recall the revolutionaries in his own world. Luke, who wanted to overthrow the Gods and raise the Titans because he felt that would be the best way to ensure a brighter future for demigods. He had been wrong. How do you know if you choose the right path, how do you know that what you’re fighting for is right, Nico wanted to ask, but he had already asked his question, and he found he trusted Kelsier’s judgement. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on why. The last bit… that was what sold Nico on Kelsier’s point of view. He knew… the haunted look came back into Nico’s eyes and he nodded firmly. “Intentionally,” he corrected softly. “I don’t intentionally hurt people needlessly. I have no control, sometimes.” His voice was vulnerable, shaking, at least a little bit. “And sometimes I don’t care.” It was the first bit of information he’d offered willingly, and it felt dirty to say. Yet when Kelsier asked his question, Nico’s expression changed, his lips spreading into a dark, humorless smile. “One soul,” he corrected, eyes glinting with something bordering on madness. “Minos.” His eyes flickered up to meet Kelsier’s. “He died a long time before he met me, and I was young and scared and he wanted revenge against a good man. He had escaped my father’s grip, somehow… though I’m not entirely sure he wasn’t my father’s way of punishing me for surviving.” His fist closed around something in his pocket. “My sister was supposed to be immortal. I hated her for it, but she… she died, for something that wasn’t worth her life. It was my fault. So when I found out, I ran. I nearly killed a few people, but I fled, and Minos found me. He told me the world would never accept me, so he taught me to hate it. He kept promising he would let me see my sister’s spirit, and he… he forged me into a weapon to kill a man who had cheated death. I believed every word that he said, and every promise he made me. I spent a year and a half speaking only to him, and never seeing daylight. Every night I tried to bring my sister back. And every day he trained me and whispered cruel things in my ear. He knew who I cared about, and he knew how to use it against me. His master needed weapons, and I was too young to see that he cared nothing for me, just wanted to use me to kill the people I had previously thought of as friends.” Guilt and grief weighed down those last words. “When I understood what he wanted of me, I opened the ground beneath his feet and sent him to eternal punishment. And in doing so, I lost a lot more than I care to admit."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 26, 2019 15:22:10 GMT -5
((haha no sweat aves,, if no one replies again I might just double post and force my way in somewhere — if not this room just might be too busy for my slower replies ^^’))
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Jun 26, 2019 15:45:21 GMT -5
Given the strange creatures talking and moving about, Daud had to wonder if someone had slipped him something that had managed to get around his immunities. Either that or the Outsider was really going out of his way to make the Void even stranger than it was. Pale eyes narrowing, he glanced at his hand. His gloves were gone, revealing the Outsider's mark to everyone. Brow creasing, he tried summoning one of his people to his side. Nothing. The mark didn't even glow. Admittedly he had never tried summoning a Whaler to the Void before, so he couldn't be sure this was out of line. Transversals, however, always worked in the Void. Clenching his fist, he tried to blink down the street. Nothing. Again, the mark didn't even glow. Unease crept through him. So this wasn't the Void.
Catching sight of a man suddenly appearing out of thin air and rolling gracefully to his feet, Daud decided to start there. His hand instinctively reached for his sword, only to remember that it no longer hung by his side. Weaponless intimidation would have to do. At least this one looked human, unlike many of the others. Even still, without his powers Daud decided it would perhaps be a good idea to er on the side of caution. "Who are you?" he asked, eyes narrowed at Spiderman.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 26, 2019 16:03:34 GMT -5
The absence of an immediate response allowed the dumbfounded man a moment to collect himself, as well as a moment to listen in to neighboring conversations. By the sound of it, most people seemed lost, or at least thoroughly confused. A young horned individual seemed to be questioning her own body extensions, and while they were questionable indeed, he couldn’t help but wonder how that tied into his predicament. He turned to face the man approaching him before he got the chance to speak; readying himself at the sight of a more serious demeanor. “I’m, uh, Peter Parker?” He answered, casting a glance down at his missing suit. “So,” he carried on immediately; “You know, I think there been some kinda...fluke.” He held up his open palms in an innocent fashion, disappointed to find his web shooters were no where to be seen. Clearly someone or something had brought him here, and to be stripped of most of his defenses had him admittedly uneasy. Still, he remained optimistic that he was surrounded by only fellow victims and innocents.
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jun 26, 2019 16:07:43 GMT -5
Be it height or feigned ignorance, he didn't immediately spot a sentient figure of flames speaking directly at him. Nor had he made sense of these strange apparitions lumbering around him. "What?" He could have jumped back yet his feet wouldn't budge to his dismay. He was speechless, closing his jaw until his voice poured out with an unappealing answer. "I figured this was a sick joke. Unless..." No. No, no, no, this just couldn't be. "First things first, I have to mention I don't know a damn thing. This is the second time this week stuff like this happens out of the blue." After responding to this he gestured to the stranger's very interesting costume, his hand twisted around at an unnerving manner. There was no point in getting tangled with this much less getting his legion in any part of this hot mess. "Secondly, I would help out if I could, believe me. My own question is how do I know if any of this is real?" Lucid dreaming, bad nightmares, the list was long.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Jun 26, 2019 16:20:35 GMT -5
Peter Parker. Daud took in the foreign sounding name, unable to place even remotely where it might have come from. "Evidently," he said, crossing his arms behind his back. A fluke. And if it wasn't caused by the Outsider, then who or what? The idea of another powerful, god like entity occurred to him, piquing his interest sharply. A potential new entity taking interest in him. He smiled quietly to himself. That could prove interesting; the mystery of this place getting more and more tantalizing by the moment. "Where are you from, Peter?" he asked casually. New entity or not, he was going to get to the bottom of this and find what he could get out of it.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 26, 2019 16:44:15 GMT -5
[[ Newbie Room || Lucian || anyone ]] Lucian had spent the the last couple of days trying and failing to lean about the House, but he still had no idea what it had been. One moment he had been there, the next he was back in his world, asking about the updated training room as if he had never left, the discarded gun back in his no longer transparent hand. It shouldn't have been possible. He'd tried looking for information on teleportation in the files, but hadn't been able to find anything about people teleporting others long distances, and asking for records of time travel had gotten him laughed at by everyone except the mute elf who'd been sent to reorganize the files- not that she'd helped either. Finally he'd decided to try to ignore it as long as nothing else happened. But then it happened again. It was the same as last time, one moment he was in his world, the next he was standing on a street he didn't recognize, but instead of one wolf-person, he could now see a large group of odd people who seemed to be magic users of some type. He'd attacked the last person he'd seen here immediately, but there were far too many now and he had no idea what any of them were capable of. The last person hadn't seemed to know who he was, so his best option would probably be to try to act normal and see if any of the people here knew what was going on or where he was. Talking with people- especially magic users- wasn't something he was particularly fond of doing, but since fighting didn't seem like much of an option at the moment, he walked toward the nearest person/group. "Hey, do you know what's going on here?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 26, 2019 16:47:35 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 ) "No idea," said The Doctor with a slight sigh. "The instructions don't say. These aren't even ingredients for a cake." She placed the ... whatever it would ultimately be ... into the open oven. It was a small job to position the container away from the fire but close enough to cook. The Doctor watched it for a second and then just said, "Now we wai -" And then she stopped. Because between one blink and the next she wasn't looking at an open oven, but instead dead coals and a fire that must have been out for close to 10 minutes. And it wasn't a cake, like the recipe said, but what almost looked like a solid, concrete plinth. There were two holes in the middle of it. The Doctor stepped forward, looking it over, and muttered, "Probably the end of the puzzle then. Placin' the gems there and there." She pointed at the two wholes and then glanced back at Volt. She waved at the plinth. "Honor's all yars?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 26, 2019 16:53:10 GMT -5
(Clooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Heeeeello folks. Who should I blink into this room? Any ideas? I could timewarp Doc or blink in Mal or Kid? Any preference?)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 26, 2019 16:54:09 GMT -5
Peter eyed Daud seriously for a moment, considering he man’s unnerving response with a frown. He lifted an eyebrow as the other man’s hands folded behind his back, a formality that appeared instinctive to the odd fellow, polite he supposed, but with all things considered, it just seemed creepy. At the question, he was momentarily reminded of his own problems and glanced back at the foreign building he’d spontaneously appeared next to. “Uh, Fisk Tower?” He offered with dry enthusiasm. “I was in New York, but we don’t usually have those, so probably not anymore.” He nodded to the multi-headed dragon lumbering about nearby. “You from here then?” He certainly had a suiting vibe...
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 26, 2019 17:28:45 GMT -5
Orpheus shook his head. "Nothing here looks anything like where I came from. The buildings are all too... regular, perhaps." His nose scrunched up as he considered. "And I've never seen anything built out of this material before. It's all a bit dreary," he admitted. He wasn't a huge fan of the fog and the feeling of buildings towering from every side. He much preferred smaller buildings that didn't reach as high and that gave way to flower fields or other natural beauties. This felt... cold, and cramped. Then again, perhaps he was just cold because somehow he'd managed to die in between where he had come from and where he was now. Not that he was going to mention it out loud. "I assume it's unfamiliar to you as well? At first I thought it was the Underworld." He turned as he heard Yggdrasil's chime, a smile breaking out on his face once again. It was nice to have her following... he didn't know why, but she seemed comfortable in this world of strangeness. Perhaps just because she had grown all of the flowers. "You're welcome to come with," he said, glancing at Arno just to make sure. "I... I'm afraid I never caught a name, actually."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 26, 2019 17:29:04 GMT -5
Kelsier watched Nico’s expression turn from something like horror to something very like respect. He wasn’t certain why. If Nico had hated him before he knew what the Mistborn thought about killing, he should despise him now, shouldn’t he? Or maybe not. Maybe Nico understood that things weren’t as simple as the choice between taking a life and not. That doing nothing was not always a safe option. The quiet nod warned him not to interrupt as the demigod spoke, confirming what he already knew. Intentionally. Kelsier understood what that meant, and it only solidified in his head that, by most definitions, Nico was probably a better person than he was. The haunted look in his eyes as he admitted his hands were not free of stains, and how deeply that tore at him.... he Kelsier listened quietly to the other blinker’s story, noting the rapid shift in his expression and the wild edge to his cold smile. He understood why as Nico explained about his sister, about her death when it shouldn’t have been possible and the way Minos had used his pain against him. When he mentioned his father punishing him for surviving, Kelsier blinked, but he held his tongue and kept his thoughts to himself. Whatever the demigod said about his father having reasons for his actions, he couldn’t help but doubt that anyone but a son could think he was innocent. But somehow, blood always had a way of blinding people, didn’t it? Now he knew why Nico had looked at him like that when he said what he had about killing. Nico was not a person who could kill, not even the worst kind of person, without it staying with him like a fishhook in his flesh. His smile had faded into something more serious as he’d listened, but now it returned, not bright or mischievous this time but respectful. One survivor to another. “Black and white.” He repeated softly, and he supposed it was accurate. Things were decided quite evenly: the Skaa on one side, the Nobility on the other, and him standing between them with a glass dagger and his back to his people. Some said he thought too highly of himself, but shouldn’t a symbol of hope be confident? If he didn’t believe in himself, how could he ask anyone else to? “For what it’s worth, I believe your friends should be glad to have you. He said at last, dipping his head in acknowledgment of everything he now knew. He wanted to tell Nico that he hoped he never had to get used to killing, that he never met enough people who deserved it, but who was he to act like he was further down the path and looking over his shoulder. Nico was in a war too, it was just...different, for him. And Kelsier discovered that he believed Nico would do whatever was needed, no more, no less. “Is that good enough for you, House?”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 26, 2019 17:37:51 GMT -5
Peter raised his eyebrows at the answer, both surprised and empathetic with what he was given. He was starting to gather that everyone was a little out of their element at the moment, even if they weren’t too thrilled to admit it. He shifted his weight as he thought, trying to make sense of the phenomenon. Daud had shown little to no recognizable reaction to the places Peter had named, but expressiveness didn’t appear to be anything the man was any good at, so it was hard to tell what that meant. As Daud went on Peter scoffed, looking around. “Well is it too late to RSVP? I’m kinda busy.” He sighed, then faced the man once more. “Where are you from then, we should figure out how far whatever this is can reach.” He turned as a new man appeared, surprised by his sudden arrival. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out but, not right now, no. I take it you’re not from around here either?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 26, 2019 17:38:52 GMT -5
Tsu watched the skeleton speak. Clearly, he was just as lost as she was, which made her feel somehow both slightly better and slightly worse. Better, because that meant she wasn’t the only one here who was confused, and worse because that meant no one else could tell her what was happening. It did occur to her that he could be lying, but there wasn’t any reason for her to think that yet. “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt.” She assured him, showing him her flaming arm to prove it. His next question was decent, but she shook her head, and glanced at all the other chaos surrounding them. “I think it’s real. I never dream like this, and even if I’m asleep someone could be doing this to us. Besides, I wasn’t asleep when I appeared here. The real question is where here is, I think.”
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Jun 26, 2019 17:53:07 GMT -5
Clearly Peter didn't have any experience with the unpredictable nature of gods, assuming that's what this was. They were all busy, but to ancient beings lacking a sense of time? No. They would come and go when they pleased and the humans were left to deal with it. If this did turn out to be a competition for this new being's favor, Daud decided he had an edge, even without his powers. This wasn't his first encounter with something greater than himself. He knew how they worked. "Dunwall," he said, though he assumed the name of the city would mean as much to Peter as New York had to him. Looking to the newcomer, Daud studied him. He also looked human. Letting Peter do the talking, he waited for Lucian's answer while mulling the situation over. There were humans and then there were monsters. Were they going to have to fight?
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 26, 2019 18:01:18 GMT -5
"No idea," said The Doctor with a slight sigh. "The instructions don't say. These aren't even ingredients for a cake." She placed the ... whatever it would ultimately be ... into the open oven. It was a small job to position the container away from the fire but close enough to cook. The Doctor watched it for a second and then just said, "Now we wai -" And then she stopped. Because between one blink and the next she wasn't looking at an open oven, but instead dead coals and a fire that must have been out for close to 10 minutes. And it wasn't a cake, like the recipe said, but what almost looked like a solid, concrete plinth. There were two holes in the middle of it. The Doctor stepped forward, looking it over, and muttered, "Probably the end of the puzzle then. Placin' the gems there and there." She pointed at the two wholes and then glanced back at Volt. She waved at the plinth. "Honor's all yars?" Volt leaned over the Doctor’s shoulder to see inside the oven, her helmet tilting to the side as she observed the slab. Which ingredient had turned it into stone? Perhaps the margarine? She straightened up as The Doctor addressed her. Finally, a clear directive. “Here goes.” Taking the stones, she dropped them one after the other into the imprints in the slab. As soon as the second jewel made contact, the whole furnace shook. Volt’s lights flashed as she yanked her arm back. The stone cake seemed to suddenly weigh more than the oven could hold and the brick cracked beneath it. “Stand clear.” The Tenno warned, retreating to a safe distance away. She wasn’t sure any of this was obeying the laws of physics but then again, she had fallen through a lakebed to get here. The brick finally gave out under the weight, the slab disappearing into a hole and falling out of sight. (I assume you just want this room to end?? The hole can go wherever, to another room or the living room)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 26, 2019 18:28:26 GMT -5
Bigby blinked back into the House, shifting almost immediately back into his vampire gear and stumbling at the sudden change. “God dammit...” he mumbled, catching himself on one of the lamp posts as he realized where he’d ended up yet again. The mysterious place looked the same as before, only with more people this time. He wasn’t sure how many...not being able to hear or smell properly in this form was disorienting.
Where to start...clearly someone was causing this, pulling them all here and changing their appearances with what he had to admit was an impressively realistic set of glamours. The realism of it all, in fact, was what made him think it must be a witch at the heart of it all, or someone with a witch on their side. No one else would have the raw skill.
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Post by Sησω on Jun 26, 2019 18:35:16 GMT -5
More confused beings showing up out of nowhere, the flaming girl in particular, revealed that Anika seemingly wasn't alone. "MaYbe we wERe bRouGht heRe by SomEThinG, oR sOmeoNe. . ." she commented. With Orpheus' music no longer being present, the Emperor was a bit harder to control. She still managed to keep her head low to the ground. Unfortunately, a couple of the feral heads had also lowered themselves, both of which were growling at the other blinkers.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 26, 2019 18:54:47 GMT -5
Bigby walked up to the nearest blinker - a massive Fable who resembled a many-headed dragon - without much obvious concern for his own safety in the face of such a seemingly aggressive creature. He did stay a few feet out of direct chomping range, though. “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking,” he told her, in response to her thoughts on who had brought them here. “You got a name? Mine’s Bigby.”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 26, 2019 19:08:42 GMT -5
Peter frowned at the unfamiliar name, giving Daud a small shake of his head. As absurd as it was to the other man, the hero was considering the two of them to be on the same page. It wasn’t a very good page by any means, but in the mess of confused and dispersing strangers it was nice to feel like something was being accomplished. He looked over quickly at the sound of a new speaker, expression falling into instant awe when he saw who it was. Until now, the dragon in the back had been something of mere atmospheric appeal, but suddenly it seemed to announce itself in a jarring way. What sort of villain went around snatching up dragons? Eleven headed ones at that. He counted too, eleven was impressive. He watched curiously as Bigby approached the creature, starting up confident conversation. Huh. He looked back at Daud and the new stranger, baffled. Any other day he would be sprinting to save some crazy fool who thought talking with mysterious mutants was a good idea, but it seemed things were running...smoothly?
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