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Post by Sησω on Jun 26, 2019 19:22:51 GMT -5
"aNIka. . ." Even her own name sounded unfamiliar as she said it. "DO yOu haVe any iDea oN wHat we sHoUld do. . .I cAn'T cONtRol the eMpeRor'S boDY. . ." it was probably the first time she'd asked for help since her tribe dissipated. Though her ghastly voice lacked tone, she was feeling rather worried. Whatever had brought everyone here (and possibly killed them) was certainly powerful, there was no doubt about it. The rest of them were beastclan or familiar-sized, but that didn't really matter.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 26, 2019 19:23:44 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." “It somewhat resembles the city Versailles.” Arno replied, turning back to study the buildings. “But I also agree that everything is too uniform. And I have never seen seen lanterns such as these.” He gestured to the gas street lamps. “Besides, I don’t believe this is a true city. It’s too quiet, too clean. Even in the dead of night at least one drunkard would be stumbling home.” The idea of this being the underworld was uneasy. But it seemed to be the thing that made the most sense. It didn’t exact fit the idea that Arno had been given by the bishops but.... “Perhaps purgatory?” They had seen a demon after all. But how had he died? Had someone jumped him at the door? Arno suddenly had a thought and quickly patted himself down, looking for something. After a moment, his shoulders dropped in relief and he pulled a pocket watch from a pocket inside his vest. The face was shattered, hands ticking uselessly back and forth, but he still carefully returned it to its hiding spot.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 26, 2019 19:30:19 GMT -5
“Anika,” repeated Bigby, nodding as he committed it to memory. “Pretty name.” He paused, scratching his chin as she continued to speak. It was hard to tell on a creature like her, but she seemed...distressed. He supposed that was normal under the circumstances. “The Emperor’s body...what do you mean? Who’s the Emperor?” he asked, reaching in his pocket for a cigarette only to find that whoever had brought him here had confiscated them. That made him even more sore than being kidnapped in the first place, truth be told.
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Post by Sησω on Jun 26, 2019 19:44:54 GMT -5
"tHaNk yOU. . ." Anika said in response to the compliment. It kind of came as a surprise, maybe especially because she hadn't interacted with anyone, familiar or dragon, for quite a while. She didn't exactly show a positive reaction, but she wasn't against it either. "mE aNd THe oTher teN HeaDs. . .wE're thE eMPeroR. . ." now that was a shock - dragon or not, she'd expected most creatures knew what Emperors were.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 26, 2019 20:32:40 GMT -5
(sorry for the late reply!) "No, I just... arrived," Lucian replied. He glanced around, looking for the 'werewolf' he'd seen and attacked earlier. She didn't seem to be there now, but he wondered if she'd mentioned what happened earlier to anyone else. Perhaps it would be best if he pretended he hadn't been there before, for now at least. He hadn't learned anything about the place then, so did it even matter? "How did you two get here?"Even if there was someone powerful enough to teleport them all there, he still didn't how he had become a 'ghost' or whatever he was supposed to be now. And how had no time passed while he'd been gone last time?
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 26, 2019 21:41:58 GMT -5
“Oh, I see,” continued Bigby, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he mulled that one over. He couldn’t remember hearing about anyone called The Empress in the Book of Fables, but then again, he’d never been the most studious of subjects, much to Snow’s irritation. “So, you mean your own body - you’re having trouble controlling yourself.” Well, he could understand that easily enough. “And I don’t know what to do - not yet, anyway. I think our best bet would be talking to the others - seeing if we can establish any kind of pattern around all the people who live here.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 26, 2019 21:57:32 GMT -5
“This isn’t home.” Tsu agreed, looking around the chaotic street again. Some of these quirks seemed powerful, and several of them didn’t seem to be entirely under control, which made this situation riskier. She wished she knew what everyone here could do, so she would at least know if there was anything that could explain what kind of people had been brought here. If she could figure that much out, she’d be that much closer to figuring out why. “I was running down the sidewalk. It was hot out, so I was about to leap when suddenly I was here instead.” She looked back at Joey as she answered the question, considering his skull face as though she found nothing at all unusual about it. “Maybe we should see if anyone else knows something.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 26, 2019 22:24:43 GMT -5
Auransky<Raintalon> HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt "Trap doors?" Myrnin said, almost excitedly. "Where could they go? Why are there trap doors?" Even with a brewing storm that didn't stop the excitement from coloring his voice. He was almost jumping with excitement. Then he sort of paused and looked in the direction of Hange and seemed to collapse a bit. "Er ... how will that help against storms though?" There was also the whole ... well ... he kind of wanted to to know if there was a way to see the storm but also still be safe. He wasn't like any of the others though. Hange was smart and knew things and the other two just weren't human. What could he do anyway? Other than maybe fit in small places. He could probably do that. (My really short reply. I'm assuming a 'trap door' goes to whatever lower place the vehicles are that you wanted to use, but Myrnin wouldn't consider that. XD )
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Post by strider on Jun 26, 2019 22:38:20 GMT -5
Orpheus nodded. Everything here was strange... the lights were unlike anything he had ever seen, though that wasn't saying much. He was beginning to think that maybe this world was a little bit further along than his. And Arno did have a good point. "I'm going to be honest, I've never really been to a true city. Where I come from is pretty rural, but even there it's odd to see so few people. Seems like everyone here was just thrown together." He was getting the urge to play another chord, just to steady his nerves, but he didn't want to annoy his new friend. "Purgatory?" Orpheus asked, not familiar with the term. Based on what was around him, he could hazard a guess, but he didn't want to be wrong. After death there was Elysium, for those who really deserved it, Punishment, for those who warranted punishing... but both of those had shrunk massively, or at least the legends seemed to say, in comparison to Asphodel. Or, rather... Hadestown. Perhaps all of the Underworld was Hadestown now. Orpheus was certain he didn't want to know until he either died tragically trying to do something with music, or lived a long, fulfilling life. Neither of which was going to happen soon - he hoped. "I uh... I'm not a ghost, where I came from, by the way. And you don't really look dead. So I'm not sure anymore that this is something after death." He let silence follow his words, glancing over at Arno. "What's that?" Orpheus asked, referring to the pocket watch once he noticed it.
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Post by strider on Jun 26, 2019 22:57:48 GMT -5
There was something in Kelsier’s eyes - something akin to understanding - that frightened Nico far more than Kelsier’s prior hatred. He wanted to run from that paralyzing gaze, that terrifying look he had that seemed to say he knew who Nico was. Nico didn’t want to be known. It just meant more pain in the long run… it meant having to open up to someone else and let them in and then watch as they too were taken from you in whatever horrible way the House deemed funny, even if they came back after. Nico had had his fill of pain and loss, and there was no way he was letting himself care about Kelsier enough to care what happened to him. He didn’t want to care what happened to the man in front of him… the kind, honorable, brave man in front of him who was willing to look past first impressions. Who was willing to sacrifice everything for his people. No way. Nico could tell Kelsier was the hero type… no way he was caring about yet another hero so desperate to help people that they were willing to get themselves killed over it. He couldn’t do that to himself. “I don’t have friends in my world.” Nico pursed his lips. He knew he had used the word before, but… “Maybe they once were, but I scare them now. I’d be dead if they hadn’t need me for some stupid prophecy.” A prophecy that meant the end of the world. He met Kelsier’s gaze, trying to push back anything human, trying to create as much distance as possible to save himself the pain of it all later. “I told you before. I’m the Prince of the Underworld. And that means I keep better company with the dead than anyone alive. And… yknow, maybe there’s a reason for that.” Except for his few friends in the House, but… well, other than those who had known him and cared for him when he was small and vulnerable and had no clue of his heritage… Myrnin and Sam (though he didn’t know it yet) were both technically dead. He wanted to cut off anything here before he anchored himself to it. Because it scared him how easily Kelsier had brought him back from the edge. It scared him how he felt like he knew Kelsier… how he felt known by him. But he knew he had said too much to be particularly intimidating anymore. Yet he had still kept some of himself locked away. Without another word, his hands shaking where they were shoved into his pockets, he headed towards the door that had appeared and walked out. He hoped Kelsier didn’t figure out what had shaken him so much.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 27, 2019 0:17:10 GMT -5
Orpheus nodded. Everything here was strange... the lights were unlike anything he had ever seen, though that wasn't saying much. He was beginning to think that maybe this world was a little bit further along than his. And Arno did have a good point. "I'm going to be honest, I've never really been to a true city. Where I come from is pretty rural, but even there it's odd to see so few people. Seems like everyone here was just thrown together." He was getting the urge to play another chord, just to steady his nerves, but he didn't want to annoy his new friend. "Purgatory?" Orpheus asked, not familiar with the term. Based on what was around him, he could hazard a guess, but he didn't want to be wrong. After death there was Elysium, for those who really deserved it, Punishment, for those who warranted punishing... but both of those had shrunk massively, or at least the legends seemed to say, in comparison to Asphodel. Or, rather... Hadestown. Perhaps all of the Underworld was Hadestown now. Orpheus was certain he didn't want to know until he either died tragically trying to do something with music, or lived a long, fulfilling life. Neither of which was going to happen soon - he hoped. "I uh... I'm not a ghost, where I came from, by the way. And you don't really look dead. So I'm not sure anymore that this is something after death." He let silence follow his words, glancing over at Arno. "What's that?" Orpheus asked, referring to the pocket watch once he noticed it. "I'm starting to think," Arno said, veering towards the closest wall, "that we might be the only ones in this place. But underworld or not, I want a vantage point. Do you climb?" He jumped and caught a handhold on the doorframe before beginning to scale his way up the front of the building. He moved as if he had done this a thousand times before, explaining the scuffs on his boots.
"And this?" He paused with one hand grasping a windowsill in order to pat the watch pocket with his other. "My father's pocketwatch. A pretty piece of junk to most, but I keep it for sentimental reasons." His tone was pitched lighthearted, the only way he could really mask the dull ache his father's death left behind. "I, ah, might have pretended to gamble with it and had two numbskull brothers take offense." He admitted, reaching for the next handhold. "If this is the afterlife, they sent me here."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 27, 2019 0:30:40 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) "It's a hole," said The Doctor, stating the obvious. She looked down into it. She couldn't see the bottom. Her expression was curious and then slightly confused. "Now ... I used to say something. Come on. I remembered it before ..." Then she looked brightly at the Tenno and said gleefully, jumping down the hole, "Geronimo!" The black hole descended for a while, with what seemed like no walls, and then The Doctor found herself landing on something soft and then stumbling off the living room couch. She laughed a bit, almost clapping her hands. "Brilliant!" And more than that. She'd remembered a bit. Bow tie, probably. Seemed like her style when she was bow tie. She glanced around then, for Volt, waiting.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 27, 2019 1:16:15 GMT -5
Volt's head tipped back in surprise as the woman pulled a Hange move and jumped directly into a dark, black hole. The Tenno cast one more glance around the pre-historic structure before approaching the hole herself. One, two, three steps and she leapt headfirst into darkness, the lights on her armor streaking through the shadows. She recognized this now, a switch between rooms. Where would the House take them this time? Sensing an approaching surface, the Tenno flipped mid-air and brought her feet under her. Sudden light momentarily blanked out her vision, just in time for Volt to feel something get crushed beneath her, softening her landing at its own expense. For an absolutely horrid moment, the Tenno thought it might have been The Doctor's soft body. But no, vision clearing, she saw she had only damaged a piece of furniture, collapsing the middle in and surrounding her up to her knees in fluff and shattered wood. Guess it was good The Doctor went first. Stepping out of the remains of the cushioned seat, Volt looked around at their new surroundings. A simply furnished room with ancient bound books on a wooden shelf against the wall, a few scattered chairs and a table, and glass-metal lamps mounted to what seemed to be a wood-paneled wall. "Where do we start?" She turned to The Doctor. Would the puzzle be gemstones this time? They didn't seem to have many clues to go off of.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 27, 2019 3:50:20 GMT -5
(hey clo!! how's your trip going?) edit- aw i think i just missed you by like 2 minutes)
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Post by Sησω on Jun 27, 2019 8:40:17 GMT -5
"yEs. . ." Anika responded. As she spoke, her long tail gave another swish. After he'd given his suggestion, she lifted her head to take a glance at who all was here. For a moment, she accidentally lifted too high: everyone was visible, but they all looked like little specks on the ground. It did deliver a bit of a nostalgic feeling, though. The last time she'd been this high up was when she was in flight. She'd promised herself that she'd been fine with how things had been going, but oh, the memories this brought back! A bittersweet feeling settled in her heart as she gazed at the surrounding scenery. Broke out of her trance by another head's growling, she lowered slightly. The blinkers had branched off into multiple groups now - the flaming lady and a skeleton man, the musician, mysterious creature that she didn't recognize, and man in dark clothes, and then lastly Bigby and herself. "HMm. . .tHAt seeMs lIke A pLaN. . ." the dragon said, finally lowering her head back to the ground.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 27, 2019 8:45:15 GMT -5
Tsu nodded, her eyes moving from Eddie to the other blinkers and back again as she tried to remember everyone who was there. A couple people seemed to be splitting off from the group, but that wasn’t surprising, and she ignored it. A small, frog-like croak escaped her as Eddie asked her name, her version of the usual hm? response. “I’m Asui Tsuyu. Call me Tsu.” She answered simply, and that sparked the memory of what she was supposed to say next. “I say whatever I’m thinking. What’s your name?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 27, 2019 9:00:25 GMT -5
There was something in Kelsier’s eyes - something akin to understanding - that frightened Nico far more than Kelsier’s prior hatred. He wanted to run from that paralyzing gaze, that terrifying look he had that seemed to say he knew who Nico was. Nico didn’t want to be known. It just meant more pain in the long run… it meant having to open up to someone else and let them in and then watch as they too were taken from you in whatever horrible way the House deemed funny, even if they came back after. Nico had had his fill of pain and loss, and there was no way he was letting himself care about Kelsier enough to care what happened to him. He didn’t want to care what happened to the man in front of him… the kind, honorable, brave man in front of him who was willing to look past first impressions. Who was willing to sacrifice everything for his people. No way. Nico could tell Kelsier was the hero type… no way he was caring about yet another hero so desperate to help people that they were willing to get themselves killed over it. He couldn’t do that to himself. “I don’t have friends in my world.” Nico pursed his lips. He knew he had used the word before, but… “Maybe they once were, but I scare them now. I’d be dead if they hadn’t need me for some stupid prophecy.” A prophecy that meant the end of the world. He met Kelsier’s gaze, trying to push back anything human, trying to create as much distance as possible to save himself the pain of it all later. “I told you before. I’m the Prince of the Underworld. And that means I keep better company with the dead than anyone alive. And… yknow, maybe there’s a reason for that.” Except for his few friends in the House, but… well, other than those who had known him and cared for him when he was small and vulnerable and had no clue of his heritage… Myrnin and Sam (though he didn’t know it yet) were both technically dead. He wanted to cut off anything here before he anchored himself to it. Because it scared him how easily Kelsier had brought him back from the edge. It scared him how he felt like he knew Kelsier… how he felt known by him. But he knew he had said too much to be particularly intimidating anymore. Yet he had still kept some of himself locked away. Without another word, his hands shaking where they were shoved into his pockets, he headed towards the door that had appeared and walked out. He hoped Kelsier didn’t figure out what had shaken him so much. Kelsier watched as the openness the room had caused pulled itself away, and the expression in Nico’s dark eyes shifted suddenly back almost to how he’d looked before. He didn’t fall for it. The result of having 99% of the people in your world used to shutting everyone out, protecting themselves first and only, just trying to be okay. Sure, some had a hero complex they couldn’t seem to shake, but it usually seemed like the best people could sometimes act the worst when they were scared. It hurt, what he said about friends. Kelsier could understand, not because he would call himself friendless and insult the people he held close to his heart, but because, as a Mistborn and the Survivor of Hathsin, he was alone in a way no one else in the world could understand. So he knew just how deeply, painfully lonely it could feel. Prince of the Underworld....Half of a sad smile tugged at the right side of his mouth. If Nico had thought that trick would work twice, maybe he didn’t know Kelsier as well as he thought, because the only thing that did was solidify in the Mistborn’s mind that, understandably and for reasons he now knew, Nico was afraid. Not of him. But of the future and the possibility that maybe, someday, they could be friends. His hazel eyes followed the demigod to the door, and then when he was gone they stayed fixed on the spot he’d disappeared from, his forehead creased in thought. It felt better to give him space and time than to chase after him and try to convince him that it was worth it, that caring about someone was something to fear but not something to run from. But deep down, he had the uneasy sense that Nico would never come back on his own. He would cut himself off forever if people let him, as he suspected they had in his world. So he got up and strode from the room without so much as glancing at the words that appeared on his paper next. “Communication is key to a healthy relationship.”
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Post by strider on Jun 27, 2019 12:45:48 GMT -5
Orpheus nodded. Everything here was strange... the lights were unlike anything he had ever seen, though that wasn't saying much. He was beginning to think that maybe this world was a little bit further along than his. And Arno did have a good point. "I'm going to be honest, I've never really been to a true city. Where I come from is pretty rural, but even there it's odd to see so few people. Seems like everyone here was just thrown together." He was getting the urge to play another chord, just to steady his nerves, but he didn't want to annoy his new friend. "Purgatory?" Orpheus asked, not familiar with the term. Based on what was around him, he could hazard a guess, but he didn't want to be wrong. After death there was Elysium, for those who really deserved it, Punishment, for those who warranted punishing... but both of those had shrunk massively, or at least the legends seemed to say, in comparison to Asphodel. Or, rather... Hadestown. Perhaps all of the Underworld was Hadestown now. Orpheus was certain he didn't want to know until he either died tragically trying to do something with music, or lived a long, fulfilling life. Neither of which was going to happen soon - he hoped. "I uh... I'm not a ghost, where I came from, by the way. And you don't really look dead. So I'm not sure anymore that this is something after death." He let silence follow his words, glancing over at Arno. "What's that?" Orpheus asked, referring to the pocket watch once he noticed it. "I'm starting to think," Arno said, veering towards the closest wall, "that we might be the only ones in this place. But underworld or not, I want a vantage point. Do you climb?" He jumped and caught a handhold on the doorframe before beginning to scale his way up the front of the building. He moved as if he had done this a thousand times before, explaining the scuffs on his boots.
"And this?" He paused with one hand grasping a windowsill in order to pat the watch pocket with his other. "My father's pocketwatch. A pretty piece of junk to most, but I keep it for sentimental reasons." His tone was pitched lighthearted, the only way he could really mask the dull ache his father's death left behind. "I, ah, might have pretended to gamble with it and had two numbskull brothers take offense." He admitted, reaching for the next handhold. "If this is the afterlife, they sent me here."
"I wouldn't be surprised if you were right," Orpheus conceded, frowning as Arno began to climb. It looked like it took far more skill than Orpheus currently possessed, but that didn't dissuade him from trying to find a handhold, wincing as his guitar hit his back and let loose an awful twang. Okay, so maybe he needed to be a little more careful. He clenched his jaw, finding a foothold and propelling himself up a few inches. "My condolences," he offered through gritted teeth, his muscles straining. "And for your brothers' sake, I hope this isn't the afterlife," he added, offering a small smile. "If it is though... I can't think how I would have died. I suppose we'll have to find out," he grunted, pulling himself up another few inches. He definitely wasn't as good at this as Arno was.
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Post by strider on Jun 27, 2019 12:55:41 GMT -5
Kelsier had been right about a lot of things, but one in particular: Nico wouldn’t come back on his own. The only people who had been able to prevent him from isolating himself entirely were his friends in the House, and maybe a few people from various camps. He didn’t let himself dwell on the fact that half of the reason he couldn’t stop thinking about Will Solace was that he was the only one who hadn’t put up with Nico’s self isolation. However much he pretended to hate him for it in the moment. The thing was, Nico could be a powerful ally. Part of keeping himself separate was to prevent himself from being used again… if he didn’t have loyalty to anyone, he would alway be able to choose when and how he used his powers. Yet that had failed… he was tied too inextricably to the demigods that part of him still wanted to call friends, no matter how loud he repeated the words which he tried to accept as the truth: besides a few exceptions, he couldn’t afford friends. Casual acquaintances in the house who didn’t know too much about him? Those were fine. The few close people he cherished and looked up to? Fine as well. But he wasn’t inclined to increase that number. He hadn’t paid attention to where he was after leaving the room, but now he looked up and saw rows and rows of flowers, with hundreds of butterflies of all shapes and sizes and colors landing on them and displaying their beautiful wings, light glinting off of iridescent scales. Now that he was looking, though, he couldn’t look away. A smile - uncertain, at first - broke across his features. One of what seemed to be almost glee. He watched, transfixed, as a rather drab looking butterfly - at least from below, where he was looking at it - alighted on his finger and spread out its wings to reveal the brightest blue Nico had ever seen.
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Post by Iceclaw on Jun 27, 2019 13:49:26 GMT -5
Daud watched Bigby approach the massive beast, noting how the man seemed rather unconcerned about the potential danger it posed. Had Daud had access to his powers or even just his sword, he too would have been able to confidently approach it, but he wasn't stupid. No good approaching a death trap, especially when said death trap admitted out loud it might try to kill all of them. Bigby was either an idiot or had something up his sleeve.
Attention being drawn back to Lucian, he kept one eye on Anika as he answered. "We arrived as well." Arrived being very loosely defined. When he was brought to the Void, it was all in his head. He couldn't tell if this was the same, but it seemed to have a similar concept. It was interestingly different. Unlike in the Void, there was no path or distinct pull to follow, which begged the question of what exactly the purpose was here.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 27, 2019 14:27:47 GMT -5
"I wouldn't be surprised if you were right," Orpheus conceded, frowning as Arno began to climb. It looked like it took far more skill than Orpheus currently possessed, but that didn't dissuade him from trying to find a handhold, wincing as his guitar hit his back and let loose an awful twang. Okay, so maybe he needed to be a little more careful. He clenched his jaw, finding a foothold and propelling himself up a few inches. "My condolences," he offered through gritted teeth, his muscles straining. "And for your brothers' sake, I hope this isn't the afterlife," he added, offering a small smile. "If it is though... I can't think how I would have died. I suppose we'll have to find out," he grunted, pulling himself up another few inches. He definitely wasn't as good at this as Arno was. "Ah," Arno chuckled a little at the misunderstanding. "We aren't related. In fact, those two and I have been at odds with each other since we were small. But I appreciate your sentiment." The two brothers were the sons of one of the blacksmiths in town and had somehow inherited their father's brute strength with none of his craftsman's intelligence. It didn't help that Arno had often found a certain amusement in messing with them now and again. "As much as I hope it is not, aside from a very powerful hallucination, I cannot think of how else all this came to be." He added in response to Orpheus's afterlife comment. The Frenchman hauled himself over the edge of the rooftop onto the shingles then reached an arm down for the other man to grasp. For a moment, a break in the overhead clouds allowed a small ray of moonlight to pass over the area and Arno felt a rush of adrenaline. His head buzzed as if hornets swarmed behind his eyes and he gritted his teeth. What was this?? He had never been afraid of heights. But then the clouds blocked out the light again and the odd sensation vanished, leaving Arno to blink open his eyes half expecting the pain to return. Perhaps this place was affecting him more than he had first realized. "You say you come here from a rural area." Arno said, hoping conversation would keep him from losing his sanity even more. "Is it part of France or did you learn the language through other means?"
On the cobble below, he spotted the hooved creature from before. So it had followed them as well. He shot a quick glance back up the street, checking to see if there were any other creatures that had decided to tag along. There really wasn't a way for this one to make it up to the roof with them, and he wasn't exactly sure how to address that.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jun 27, 2019 14:29:45 GMT -5
Peter rolled his eyes a little at Daud’s over simplified answer. “I think everyone here went through something similar. We should probably regroup and try to figure things out together.” He looked around again, quickly finding the horned girl from earlier, now speaking to a skeleton. He wasn’t sure how often skeletons went about having conversations, but the two strangers seemed casual if not mildly lost like everyone else. He narrowed his eyes and carefully looked back at Lucian’s odd ghostly form. “No offense, because it looks awesome, but are you usually transparent where you’re from?”
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 27, 2019 14:48:21 GMT -5
“Oh,” Orpheus replied, reddening a bit. Perhaps he hadn’t quite heard properly. Either way, it was water under the bridge now; no changing it. And Arno hadn’t seemed to mind the misunderstanding too much. He didn’t want to acknowledge that Arno could be right about this being the afterlife. He had a lot more he wanted to accomplish still… he pushed the thought away. He would deal with death if it turned out that this was, in fact, the Underworld. Right now, it was seeming more and more likely that it wasn’t. “Unless everything I’ve ever heard about life after death is wrong… then I’m fairly confident that we’re just somewhere strange, not necessarily dead.” He used Arno’s hand to hoist himself the rest of the way up, wincing again at another noise from his guitar as it hit stone. He really hoped he hadn’t ruined it with that… he would have to worry about his instrument later though. Now he just needed to look around and see if he could tell anything about this place that hadn’t been obvious on the ground. So far, other than most things being obscured by the fog, it looked about the same. “Are you alright?” He asked, concern filling his face once he registered that Arno’s expression was one of pain. When he kept talking instead of mentioning it, though, Orpheus looked back down at the ground and frowned. “France?” He repeated, confused, as though it was a word he had never heard before. He wasn’t entirely sure what Arno was talking about. “I live in Thrace. Where is France? I’ve never been further south than Thebes. Yet it must be south for you to speak Greek, Thrace is so far north that nobody above us does…”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 27, 2019 15:02:20 GMT -5
| Hi mint!!!! How are you doing?? It's nice to see you again!! | | My replies will come in at weird times because of the time difference, but I'll do my best to keep up! | (I miiiiiiiiiiiiiss you. <3 And I'm doing well! Working a lot on some creative projects! I should really blink someone in, but I keep getting distracted, ha ha.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 27, 2019 15:44:25 GMT -5
Volt's head tipped back in surprise as the woman pulled a Hange move and jumped directly into a dark, black hole. The Tenno cast one more glance around the pre-historic structure before approaching the hole herself. One, two, three steps and she leapt headfirst into darkness, the lights on her armor streaking through the shadows. She recognized this now, a switch between rooms. Where would the House take them this time? Sensing an approaching surface, the Tenno flipped mid-air and brought her feet under her. Sudden light momentarily blanked out her vision, just in time for Volt to feel something get crushed beneath her, softening her landing at its own expense. For an absolutely horrid moment, the Tenno thought it might have been The Doctor's soft body. But no, vision clearing, she saw she had only damaged a piece of furniture, collapsing the middle in and surrounding her up to her knees in fluff and shattered wood. Guess it was good The Doctor went first. Stepping out of the remains of the cushioned seat, Volt looked around at their new surroundings. A simply furnished room with ancient bound books on a wooden shelf against the wall, a few scattered chairs and a table, and glass-metal lamps mounted to what seemed to be a wood-paneled wall. "Where do we start?" She turned to The Doctor. Would the puzzle be gemstones this time? They didn't seem to have many clues to go off of. "We start by not doing anything," said The Doctor. She still looked just a bit overjoyed, though that was for various reasons. And she was not going near the busted up couch. Instead, she found one of the bean bag chairs and flopped into it. They were just a bit more well-used than she would have liked. It was like sinking into cloth more than actual support. "This is the living room. It's just the place after a room is done. I've only been here once, but it doesn't actually seem dangerou-" Before she could finish, however, she blinked out.
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jun 27, 2019 17:15:57 GMT -5
Joey cast another glance at the pairs of individuals paying little mind to the danger they could cause, moreso at crossroads they occupied. Only then did his mind snap back to the fire demon that he'd been acquitted himself with, his gut told him otherwise. "Tsu, that's cool." The name was easy to say, it could have slipped off his tongue. When it was his turn for introductions he gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Joey! That's what people call me most of the time when I'm not a pile of bones." How humorous. "You think they'd have street signs or a phonebooth around this dump, guess not. There's buildings, sure, but what's to say it isn't bait for a bigger trap?"
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