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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 28, 2019 5:45:26 GMT -5
Cloverleafsorry i gtg now (and aves and dia both left about 2 hours ago on discord) but i'm always up for slow rp/timewarping if you want ^^ what is the time difference there anyway? like 12 hours or something?)
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Post by strider on Jun 28, 2019 11:02:59 GMT -5
Kelsier would be struck by the sharp contrast when he thought of it later, but for now, he could only barely wrap his head around what he was seeing. Nico, it turned out, was also covered in the winged flowers. Kelsier noticed that the ones surrounding the demigod were slightly different than the ones drawn to him, but they were no less beautiful and it could have been a coincidence anyway, so he didn’t mention it. Instead he watched as the nectar disappeared and the butterflies stayed, thousands of fragile wings moving gently up and down. “You don’t hate the House.” Kelsier repeated softly, thinking about everything that sentence meant. That despite what they’d just been through, he found this gift to be enough. To be worth it, even. And yet trust isn’t worth the possible pain of betrayal? He thought, and he looked up to watch pure white clouds sliding away across the horizon. He breathed out and smiled. “No. I guess I don’t hate the House, either, when it comes down to it.” He admitted, and in the openness of the moment he went on. “Do you know, I've never seen green plants before? Mare had a picture of a flower, so I recognize those, but it didn’t do them justice at all. It didn’t get the smell of them or how soft they feel.” He looked down. “I’m the only one in my whole world who will ever sit in a field of grass, covered in living flowers.” Nico could detect some confusion in the way Kelsier repeated his words, but he would stand by them. No, he didn't hate the House. He didn't see how he could, really. It had given him more than he dared express, but he figured he owed a bit of an explanation to the statement. Yet he listened first, wanting to know what Kelsier was saying... he didn't understand a world without flowers. How could that be? A world without green plants, even? How was there enough oxygen? "Maybe one day more people from your world will come here and find this room," he whispered. "Or maybe not. But in every world I've heard of, one day nature will reclaim everything man-made. It might take a long time, but... you're a symbol of hope, right?" His lips quirked into an odd smile. "You can tell your people about this. About the flowers and the butterflies and you can tell them that some day the flowers from your world will come back. I don't know if your world ever had butterflies, but evolutionarily speaking there must be something similar in your world too." He fell silent for a few moments, questioning for a few moments if the words he had said had actually made it from his head out into the open. He hoped they had. He hoped Kelsier heard him. "My step-mother... Persephone..." Nico began, looking at the ground. "She's the goddess of Spring, essentially. I think she'd like this place." He shook his head slightly. He knew he should offer an explanation, like Kelsier had, for why he didn't hate the House. He had already started, though he had no idea where to go from there. "I need to thank her," he mused, quietly. "She hates me, but she saved my life. The uh... the House did, too. I needed to look for something, in my world, and the only one I told was Persephone. I knew she wouldn't care if I died, but I... I needed someone to know where I was. So I went to an unsurvivable place and I nearly lost my mind. And I was captured, and..." he closed his eyes, blocking out the memory. He would skip some of the story. "And I was kept in a jar for weeks. Yet the House continued to take me back, to let me see light and breathe fresh air and sit through horrifying rooms and some that weren't so bad, but it let me keep living. That's why I don't hate it."
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Post by strider on Jun 28, 2019 11:11:11 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…”
"Yeah I'm fine. I think. Depends on the whole underworld thing, yes?" Arno replied with a wry expression. That feeling... for some reason he felt it hadn't truly gone away, simply settled back into whatever dark place it was hiding in. But he didn't mention that to Orpheus, the young man seemed nervous enough already.
Arno listened as he spoke, the Frenchman's brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of what Orpheus was saying. "Greece... you mean from the Ottoman Empire? While I can speak some East Asian I assure you that I have not said a word to you in Greek." At this point he switched into the rudimentary Greek that he knew, his French accent clear almost immediately. "Enoough to tradee, yea? Speek tu a preety girll perhaps. I can ask: pardon, madame, du yu speek French?" He shook his head, confused. "I don't understand. You say you've never been to France, yet I hear you speak plain French. You say you hear me in Greek. Which of us is wrong?"
"Ottoman Empire?" Orpheus repeated, once again confused. There was definitely some odd disconnect between them. And then Arno switched to Greek and Orpheus did his best not to grimace at the poor pronunciation or what seemed to him words that were't even part of the language. There were definitely some syntactical errors, yet Orpheus didn't point them out. It was clear Arno didn't speak Greek particularly well, but something nagged at him that it wasn't just the poor pronunciation. Of course he didn't realize it yet, but the language had changed a decent amount in the years between Orpheus and Arno. It had picked up influence from the Byzantine Empire and restructured itself and added several new words while phasing out plenty more. "Maybe we're both right," Orpheus offered. "There's something in music that transcends language, so you can feel what a song means even if you don't speak the language in which it's sung. Perhaps this place... perhaps it's like music, in that it makes each of us understandable to everyone else."
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Post by Auransky on Jun 28, 2019 11:21:43 GMT -5
»ƑαƖcση --cato phoenix Rowlin couldn't help but snicker , like a kid would on the school ground after being complimented. "If an Olympic or professional gymnast asks if you'd like to learn , say yes. " he rested his hands on his hips. "Reguardless of prior experience , every opportunity is a new experience , and sometimes you walk away learning more about yourself then you initially considered." He twisted his upper body to the right. The strain was still present , which he considered to be a response from falling back first on the coffee table. He respectfully watched Ghost address Arlo, it was both a way to get a grasp on the situation and to get to know the new female figure. "Somewhat.." He replied to Arlo's question. " Its an interesting experience , being warped out of the moment to be placed in another. If no one had explained it sooner , I would have thought myself to gone insane-no... " he leaned to the side with ponder. "A victim of escapism ? " he questioned out loud. "No..." He now crossed his arms, then raised a brow. " Anyway s, yea! " he waved a hand in the air to dismiss the notion , "compared to the majority of residence , I am indeed a novice . Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He next turned his head towards Ghost. " Pleased to see ya."
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Post by Auransky on Jun 28, 2019 12:27:02 GMT -5
Elliot took on a defensive stance , he quickly realized what he had said was both vague and perhaps the worst form of intel, any commanding leader would never want to hear. Yet , he couldn't explain it , nor did he know how to get back to that stasis of understanding. His expression grew cold , his patience was running thin , especially given the time they had to react to the incoming storm. When the Supreme Primarch questioned his authority , he nodded stiffly , "that's it. " he replied in an authoritarian attitute. "This location is unfamiliar to me , but I sense a similar aura from the door we came from , deep underground." Hopefully that was enough to satisfy the angel , who pondered with a rather hard expression. Elliot stepped back at the warning , watching the angel storm off. It was Myrnin's excitement that forced Elliot to sharply turn with a dead gaze, "we need to find a way down there." He addressed the boy in a manor he would often address his soldiers. Next he leaned forward , his scarlet gaze eying the boy , "do me a favor , and return to the kitchen , look through the gaps , if you find something like a knob , strong , or chain coming out from the ground , notify us." His gaze narrowed , out of habit , " it's a big responsibility , we are counting on you. " he added, then manifested a small green fluorescent crystal. He handed it to the boy , "this will illuminate in the darkness , think of it as a candle." He quickly instructed , "but if there is a situation , where you have to go underground without warning us," with his other hand , he reached out for the boy's shoulder , rested his hand , then leaned in to whisper. " Ecneserp Ruoy Htiw Decarg Eb Ew YaM"After whispering to the boy , he stood up, and tossed a similar looking crystal to hange. "Consider it a gift, I think it'll peak your interest." without another word , he walked into the Gaming room. He here the sound of loud crashes , and seeing the hole basically crossing room a confirmed it. Manifesting another green fluorescent crystal , he tossed it towards Sandalphon without warning. "You had a question earlier , this might answer it." He walked over to the hole , " just hold onto it. " he walked through the hole , entering the next room to begin tearing it apart. House layout: In the kitchen , to the right of the sink, there was a gap between the cubords. The gap was covered by a lightweight plastic container painted to match the rest of the interior. The Three droars had kitchen utensils , but if the plastic container was pulled out , there was a gap big enough for a kid to crawl through. Furthermore , to the far left of the inner wall, there was a hinge, which could be pulled up. On the other side of the door , was steps leading down under. I'm the living room , a room yet to be explored , it was smaller then the other explored rooms. Aside from the curved smart tv hanging on the wall , the couches surrounding it , and a coffee table in between , the entire floor surrounding the couch and table was a wooden platform , sticking out from the marbel floor in the rest of the room. Under one of the couches was a hinge , that could slide forwards towards the table , creating a gap.unfortunately this gap was full of items , indicating a storage rather then an entry way. In the same room , there was a door in the far back side , which contained metal steps leading down under. Unfortunately , the entry way was covered with neon yellow tape claiming not to crpss, with hang on construction lights on both the right and left. Behind the tape , was a bunch of metal , rubble , cement and other what not machinery blocking the way down under. Even isn't he machinery and items were out of the way , there was a wall of cement flag out blocking the rest of the way down , with a blue map hanging on the side , indicating new plans to renovate that entry way down. Underground , the lights automatically turn on when sensing movement. Underground looked large , and wide as it has about a dozen metal boxes , each uniquely colored with neon colors from the 70's, all polished. I'm between a few of the retro cars , we're a few modern proches, bmw, and corvets. At the end of the room , was a ramp leading up. To the left was an open gap , with the door unscrewed on the side with cement , paint and other construction supplies , all surrounded by a bright neon yellow , "do not cross" sign. I'm the far right, behind a few metal boxes , there was a flat screen larger then a hundred inches , with a piece of paper tagged in the side , "relocate to living room, during phase two" (There's a third way down , but we won't be going outside LOL , and even if we did, No one has a wireless remote control to trigger the garage leading underground. SO I'm putting our faith of surviving onto little Myrnin.) mintedstar/fur HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt <Raintalon>
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 28, 2019 15:55:28 GMT -5
"Arlo Crimson," Ghost repeated, waiting to see if that triggered anything in his memory banks, but received nothing. "I do not recall either." He finally admitted. "When we met previously, it might have been during a warped timeline that has since been corrected." That last bit was added on with just a touch of resentment in his tone. Time errors seemed to be a real problem here, and it was frustrating to a being who depended on events occurring linearly. He shook his head, dismissive. "In that case, it is more beneficial to begin again. My name is Ghost, I am from a science-dependent Earth." He had been hearing rumors of "real" magic nearly his entirely existence but they had yet to be substantiated. However, here people used magic as if it were commonplace. The dog turned his attention to Rowlin as the young man began speaking. He spoke a lot, not something that Ghost recalled from their previous interaction, but at least it gave a better picture of who he was. Last time had involved butterflies, along with a odd non-human girl. When greeted, Ghost dipped his head to return the gesture. "Even if you were insane, I'm not sure many could tell a difference." He commented wryly. Many of the visitors to this place seemed oddly accepting of... well... just about everything. ( --cato phoenix Auransky )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 28, 2019 16:47:55 GMT -5
| Omg! I'm so excited to come back and read some stuff!! And yee I'll have to upload some photos when I get back. Right now I can text photos but that's the only way, so if you want to text me I'm fine with that! | | And yee! I'll start them when I get back since I only brought that book with me. And ye I saw a bit of Good Omen stuff online before I left and I've been dying to see it!!! I vote we have a watch party sometime. | | Aaaa I'm always on at weird times now oops. I'll throw someone in the living room and if y'all are on this evening (your morning) I might be able to reply a bit! And if I'm not able to reply feel free to consider my char blinked. | (I have so many things to share, ha ha. And so many things I'm holding you to sharing. And ye! I'm cool to text. Do I pester you for a number or should I pester someone else around here? XD Pfft. How dare you only bring one book! Never mind the fact things by weight cost more and books weigh a lot. Bring. All. The. Books. I've literally watched it 8 time, Clo. I've dragged so many TPH members into seeing it. I need the full set. Stri and me have made the very large mistake of planning to RP both of the main characters. Who I know you'll love. Yooooooooou need to see it when you get back. ) (Pfft. I'm on at crazy weird times and am willing to slow RP if you were interested. We could possibly try Mal and Hector interactions again.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 28, 2019 17:27:58 GMT -5
AuranskyHᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt<Raintalon>The kitchen? Myrnin's hold on the green crystal tightened and he looked at Elliot with pure confusion. What? But Elliot hadn't exactly asked for much. Myrnin just didn't understand how it worked. "O-okay," he said, scuttling toward the kitchen. Elliot was intimidating and he had no idea what he had whispered. The largest problem he had wasn't he hadn't really understood the instructions. But whatever that meant, he really would just have to go to the kitchen and try and do the best he could. He skidded across the far too smooth floor and nearly ran into the wall. He turned the crystal around in his hand and really wasn't sure what to do with it. There weren't many dark places to use it. Did Elliot expect him to go somewhere very dark? He could do that. He wasn't afraid of the dark. Elliot had also said something about those things on the wall, right? Myrnin approached the alcoves and looked them over. He even waved the crystal at them a couple times with the assumption that Elliot might know more than him. Then the small boy took a step forward and tried reaching into the alcoves. There were items in them, but he pushed past them. Something fell past his elbow and shattered against the floor. Myrnin flinched, but then his left hand found something. It was deep in there and he pulled at it. It felt stuck. But finally, it gave under his fingers and suddenly the whole wall of alcoves started to move, sliding to the side soundlessly. Like the door when they entered. Myrnin had to hurriedly pull his arm out. Then he was just facing an opening in the wall. He chewed at his lip. There wasn't much past it other than being dark. He looked at the green crystal again. So ... was that what this was for? He glanced back the way he had come. He was supposed to go in there, right? He took in a deep breath and stepped into the place where the alcove had been. Any mistake he had made was solved when the alcove closed behind him, cutting off his exit. Myrnin felt nervous. The light offered some protection from the dark and tripping at least. He started walking, one hand out just in case the light failed and he was about to run into something. This went somewhere. He just didn't know where. He was paying so much to where he was going, and the fact that he seemed to be angling downward just a little, that he missed something in his path. He did notice it as soon as he tripped over whatever it was, his hand slamming into a part of the wall and his head banging into another part and then hitting the floor when he fell away from the wall. The crystal skittering off in some direction. Something swiveled open. A door. Myrnin half rolled out of it and curled up in a ball on the other side, his elbow smarting and feeling dizzy. He whimpered and after a small second couldn't hold the tears in. Everything hurt and throbbed and swelled and he had no idea where he was. There were weird, larger version of those 'bumper car' things. That's all he knew. And everything hurt.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 28, 2019 17:34:21 GMT -5
Kelsier would be struck by the sharp contrast when he thought of it later, but for now, he could only barely wrap his head around what he was seeing. Nico, it turned out, was also covered in the winged flowers. Kelsier noticed that the ones surrounding the demigod were slightly different than the ones drawn to him, but they were no less beautiful and it could have been a coincidence anyway, so he didn’t mention it. Instead he watched as the nectar disappeared and the butterflies stayed, thousands of fragile wings moving gently up and down. “You don’t hate the House.” Kelsier repeated softly, thinking about everything that sentence meant. That despite what they’d just been through, he found this gift to be enough. To be worth it, even. And yet trust isn’t worth the possible pain of betrayal? He thought, and he looked up to watch pure white clouds sliding away across the horizon. He breathed out and smiled. “No. I guess I don’t hate the House, either, when it comes down to it.” He admitted, and in the openness of the moment he went on. “Do you know, I've never seen green plants before? Mare had a picture of a flower, so I recognize those, but it didn’t do them justice at all. It didn’t get the smell of them or how soft they feel.” He looked down. “I’m the only one in my whole world who will ever sit in a field of grass, covered in living flowers.” Nico could detect some confusion in the way Kelsier repeated his words, but he would stand by them. No, he didn't hate the House. He didn't see how he could, really. It had given him more than he dared express, but he figured he owed a bit of an explanation to the statement. Yet he listened first, wanting to know what Kelsier was saying... he didn't understand a world without flowers. How could that be? A world without green plants, even? How was there enough oxygen? "Maybe one day more people from your world will come here and find this room," he whispered. "Or maybe not. But in every world I've heard of, one day nature will reclaim everything man-made. It might take a long time, but... you're a symbol of hope, right?" His lips quirked into an odd smile. "You can tell your people about this. About the flowers and the butterflies and you can tell them that some day the flowers from your world will come back. I don't know if your world ever had butterflies, but evolutionarily speaking there must be something similar in your world too." He fell silent for a few moments, questioning for a few moments if the words he had said had actually made it from his head out into the open. He hoped they had. He hoped Kelsier heard him. "My step-mother... Persephone..." Nico began, looking at the ground. "She's the goddess of Spring, essentially. I think she'd like this place." He shook his head slightly. He knew he should offer an explanation, like Kelsier had, for why he didn't hate the House. He had already started, though he had no idea where to go from there. "I need to thank her," he mused, quietly. "She hates me, but she saved my life. The uh... the House did, too. I needed to look for something, in my world, and the only one I told was Persephone. I knew she wouldn't care if I died, but I... I needed someone to know where I was. So I went to an unsurvivable place and I nearly lost my mind. And I was captured, and..." he closed his eyes, blocking out the memory. He would skip some of the story. "And I was kept in a jar for weeks. Yet the House continued to take me back, to let me see light and breathe fresh air and sit through horrifying rooms and some that weren't so bad, but it let me keep living. That's why I don't hate it." Did Nico know what those words meant to him? Kelsier doubted it, because even he hadn’t predicted the stabbing mixture of hope and longing that pierced him as he heard them. His own world covered in warmth and light and flowers and green plants....what a beautifully strange image it was. He wished Mare could be in this room, covered in flowers and...what had Nico called them? Butterflies? Because he could picture her here without trying, her spirit making an impression on the grass next to him, the ghost of her laugh touching his inner ear. He smiled. When Nico began, Kelsier looked at him but didn’t interrupt. Somewhere else he might have been surprised at the trust involved in letting him in, and afraid of shattering the moment with a single wrong move, but this place felt like a secret between only them. Like nothing they did or said here would have any consequences anywhere else. Persephone...goddess of spring. It wouldn’t have meant anything to him if the velvet touch of the flower’s petals hadn’t still rested at the tips of his fingers. “I wonder if it knows.” The Mistborn mused, very quietly, when Nico had finished talking and a pause had stretched between them. “Does it know which rooms we’ll find pleasant and which ones we won’t? It’s so different from us, but somehow it still seems to respond to us in its own way. It saved your life, and it’s given me the chance to see a world so different from mine I couldn’t even have imagined it. And then it turns around and stabs us in the back, of ever we call it kind...does it know?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 28, 2019 17:47:50 GMT -5
Tsu nodded as some of her questions were answered and some new ones popped into her brain. Questions often seemed to do this, she’d noticed. Then she looked at Joey, suddenly distracted as something else clicked. “You’ve been here before? That’s definitely something I would have wanted to know.” Her tone was not accusatory in the slightest; it was a statement. She turned back to Kid, her usually-wide eyes even wider as she took it all in. “Joey was right? We are in another universe? Do you know who created it?” She was still assuming this was an oddly powerful quirk, and that fact jumped into her head the minute the words had been said. “Or if anyone created it, I mean. What’s your quirk?” The last question wasn’t exactly what she’d intended it to be. “Do people still have quirks if I’m in a side universe now” would have been more accurate. “Tell me everything you know” would have worked better, too.
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Post by strider on Jun 28, 2019 17:55:35 GMT -5
This room didn’t change anything, as much as the tiny voice inside of Nico wished it did. He and Kelsier couldn’t be friends. But here, at least, it felt like they could pretend without consequences. He could pretend that he would live a long, healthy life and never leave anyone behind. He could pretend that what he was didn’t have to be hidden, that there was nothing formidable about him. He could pretend that Kelsier would never be hurt in his own world and leave, just like so many others did. It was a beautiful illusion, and against his will, Nico clung to it with every ounce of strength he had. “I think it knows, at least a little bit. I think it chooses people that need it.” He shook a few of the butterflies off and pulled his too-long hair back into a ponytail, just as Myrnin had showed him how to. “It learns, I think, through our responses. It has a sick sense of humor, but it does know how to make up for what it does. I think it knows that a lot of people would be lost without it.” He watched as the butterflies returned, spooking at the sound of his voice, the vibration of it in his throat. They fluttered away and came back, hundreds more behind them and around them. “There were a few hours in my world yesterday where I was blinking in every few seconds. I think the House knew I needed it, and it responded. But I don’t think it’s merciful, if that makes sense. It likes to show that it has power and can do to us what it wishes. It can be crueler than any world, and it’s easier to think that it doesn’t have any sort of conscience, but if that was the case… why would it give us rooms like this?” Nico figured he owed the House more than most people, but perhaps that was just due to how long he’d been blinking in. And even though he knew he probably sounded crazy, he was willing to hold tight to any scrap of kindness that he found.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 28, 2019 18:08:53 GMT -5
Kelsier wondered if it was the House influencing their emotions that made them suddenly so open and honest with each other, and he found that he doubted it. The last room had been like an axe through a door; this one was merely the light that consequently poured through the hole. Once again, it was opposites at work, an action and a reaction. He supposed good and bad could be an accurate term for it, but if so, they were two sides of the same coin and you couldn’t have one without the other. He listened quietly to the demigod’s answer and lay back, butterflies billowing up in either side of him and then returning to gently land on him again. A flower touched his nose and he sneeze, then adjusted his position until he was gazing up at the clear sky and clouds that looked like condensed mist. He discovered he agreed with the demigod, and not just because of the chasm of difference in their experience. Nico knew because he wasn’t only smart, he was sensitive, and he could tell when something was cold and when it was cruel. Kelsier couldn’t tell, but he had already begun to suspect the latter. “I think you’re right.” He said simply, watching as a cloud looked first like a sword, then a flower. Then....maybe a cat? “I think it has to know something. This is too much to be a coincidence, and if it was sadistic, it would always be sadistic. Maybe it just likes pushing us to our limits.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 28, 2019 19:02:50 GMT -5
Hange had just opened their mouth to argue with the raised suggestion to leave, when Elliot began to wander off, and everyone else followed, momentarily distracted. Then they heard small Myrnin cry out in pain, and they rapidly cleared the remaining space, eyes widening as they tried to see through the dim light. Then the doors slammed shut behind them...oh, what an interesting mechanism. Was it sensing their presence, or on a timer? Not important, they reminded themself, gently grabbing Myrnin’s arm and helping him up. “Are you alright?” they asked him, eyes scanning the room once more as they spoke. The things in here looked like... Vehicles. Like those bumper cars, almost, but bigger and built sturdily. If they had to guess, they would say these were built for actual use, unlike the amusement park’s cars.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 28, 2019 19:06:11 GMT -5
"WaNdERing tHe bOneyARd. . .i WaS as aLivE aS eVEr beFoRe I cAme hERe. . ." Anika responded, "wHere dID yOu cOme fRom. . ." While still creepy, her ghastly voice was beginning to be more of an annoyance than anything. Even questions came out almost blank. (Sorry for short replies, I'm travelling and on mobile) Sorry for the late reply!) The boneyard...another place Bigby hadn’t heard of before. Which was odd, considering how much of his time he spend exploring Fabletown. He made a quick mental note of it - he’d have to ask around later. ”I was on patrol,” he replied, running a hand through his hair. “Detective stuff, as usual. Then, I was just here. Never saw it coming.” He raised a hand, noting his oddly pale complexion and the eccentric clothes he’d blinked in with. “Yeah, I know what you mean. You’re a zombie, and I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to be. Somebody’s been messing with glamours.”
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 28, 2019 19:13:21 GMT -5
"Ottoman Empire?" Orpheus repeated, once again confused. There was definitely some odd disconnect between them. And then Arno switched to Greek and Orpheus did his best not to grimace at the poor pronunciation or what seemed to him words that weren't even part of the language. There were definitely some syntactical errors, yet Orpheus didn't point them out. It was clear Arno didn't speak Greek particularly well, but something nagged at him that it wasn't just the poor pronunciation. Of course he didn't realize it yet, but the language had changed a decent amount in the years between Orpheus and Arno. It had picked up influence from the Byzantine Empire and restructured itself and added several new words while phasing out plenty more. "Maybe we're both right," Orpheus offered. "There's something in music that transcends language, so you can feel what a song means even if you don't speak the language in which it's sung. Perhaps this place... perhaps it's like music, in that it makes each of us understandable to everyone else." Arno opened his mouth to speak, considered his words, then just shrugged. "All right. I have no better explanation. At least we do not have to deal with a language barrier." That being said, the young man gestured for Orpheus to follow him as he turned and headed for the crest of the roof. The small spire on the end would offer an excellent vantage point. The purchase of his boots on the smooth singles was a little odd, but once on the top of the crest Arno catwalked along the peak until he reached the end. Before he could hoist himself up though, another beam of moonlight broke through the clouds. For a few moments it lit the rooftop and the surrounding areas with a soft white glow and Arno's muscles suddenly seized. With a half-stifled cry he doubled over, managing to keep one hand in a white-knuckled grip on the base of the spire so as not to fall. For a couple agonizing seconds he clung to the ledge. The buzzing returned with a vengeance and it felt as if his teeth were trying to push out of his skull. Then suddenly it was gone, the moonlight once again shrouded by cloud cover, leaving Arno gasping on the corner of the roof.
(sorry if this post is a little awkward^^; got a bit lost trying to figure out where i wanted to go with it lol)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 28, 2019 19:17:55 GMT -5
"This is another universe," Kid confirmed, trying not to move as much. If he knew his mummy movies, they didn't move that fast anyway. "I don't know who created it. We think it created itself or just has always existed. Time's weird here, so maybe it's older than even that. It doesn't seem to show any signs of a creator anyway." He shifted a bit. It sounded like sand pouring over stone. "I'm not sure what you mean by quirk. That might be something just from your world. When I'm not looking like this, I'm a thief. Nothing really unusual about me." He was lying through his teeth, but Tsu didn't need to know that.
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jun 28, 2019 19:21:45 GMT -5
For what it was worth the lack of anyone else coming up towards Kid would be in their favor. They'd be the first to know what was going on, to have the upper hand when the time came to escaping, to know something in a sea of uncertainty. "Dude was about my height, brown hair, sorta squeamish, and goggles. It's not like there's a few versions of Matt running around the house, right?" To be "blinking" in and for someone to have the same name could only lead to some trouble brewing. That and the fact it didn't take long for their new friend to come up with answers. With newfound answers that lead him to circles he came to stop when a glaring discovery turned up. "Yeah, well, you could just say I was placed in a different 'test'." Joey begrudgingly clarified bereft of any tone. Yet the questioning barreled into another can of worms. It was bait for sure seeing as though the puzzles clicked in place in her mind by the sudden look in those eyes. For the befuddled skeleton, he rested both of his arms behind his back, creaking and moving accordingly. "Okay, so its a different universe, the exits got to be out there if we got in. Seeing as how me or Matt weren't bulldozed by the houses traps. I'd be rolling in my grave right about now if we hadn't got out in time."
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Post by Sησω on Jun 28, 2019 19:34:45 GMT -5
Just as she'd expected, he'd appeared here suddenly. Trust nobody, it was a lesson her tribe had taught her way back when, and she constantly recited it in her mind as she wandered. However, she'd believed the person standing before her. She'd done it without thinking. Maybe it was because of her own uncertainty. Even now, she still wanted to believe. It felt wrong, but it felt right at the same time. Pushing that concern to the back of her head, she observed him again. He'd said he didn't know what he was, so he must have changed like her when he arrived. "mAyBE yoU'Re DeaD toO. . ." she thought aloud. She'd been wondering about it before: what if the entity or force behind all this had killed all of them?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 28, 2019 19:57:07 GMT -5
The impact on the floor caused the small boy to tremble in pain, shaking a bit. His whole body shook with the feeling of bruised bones and knocked head. He still whimpered, brain not really pulling together words. One eye squinted at the surrounding vehicles. It was really hard for him to think or figure out what he was going to do. Slowly uncurling was painful as well. He just wasn't sure what he was supposed to do in all of this. One of his elbows hurt to much, but he used the other to prop himself up. How could he get the others down here? Was it deep enough to avoid the storm? He didn't know. He couldn't see any doors like he was familiar with. But his sight was blurry from tears. It was hard to tell these things. What had Elliot said? Was he supposed to do something when he got down here? The green crystal was somewhere. He'd lost his grip on it. But this place looked like it was well lit without it. But what else could he do? He curled up again, crying turning into sobs. How was he supposed to figure this out when everything was moving so fast? Why hadn't Elliot just come down here if he was so special? Magic glowing crystals and super hearing and whatever useless whispering. If that had been some sort of spell to keep Myrnin safe or something than it hadn't worked. He cried into his dirty clothing, parts of his body still aching. It wasn't so much that he was hurt as it was that people had trusted him and he'd let them down. If they died, it would be his fault. And Hange was still up there. ... He wanted his friend. Stupid, whispering Elliot. Myrnin could hardly remember whatever stupid thing he'd said now. "Ecneserp Ruoy Htiw Decarg Eb Ew YaM?" What did that even mean?
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 28, 2019 19:59:08 GMT -5
Well....that wasn’t what she’d expected. It sank in slowly. No quirks. Except hers, probably, only she seemed to also have a fire quirk right now- not a quirk, she reminded herself firmly, something else. Similar, clearly. On impulse she turned and threw out her frog tongue about five feet, looped in in the air for a couple seconds, then pulled it back into her mouth. “My quirk still works.” She noted out loud for the benefit of the two people not in her head. “That’s good.” Joey was right, she could say he’d been put in another test, but it still would have been good to know. She could have figured out you could leave and come back again, as Kid had told her. And that people wouldn’t miss you, which was something she’d confirm soon enough, probably. “Usually people who say there’s nothing unusual about them are lying.” Tsu informed kid, almost absentmindedly. She was still thinking mostly about the whole test idea. I think Joey’s right. There could be a way out somewhere.” She pointed. “I think we should go check those buildings.”
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Post by Auransky on Jun 28, 2019 20:00:32 GMT -5
Newbies, Victorian Town AKA Background Info/Settup/Scenario In the town square, the sound of people rambling, speaking, whispering, and overall yelling over one another. In between the various voices, there was an individual voice sticking out from the rest. "-I remind you all, that Scotland yard is well on the situation!" A short, stubby and chunky well dressed man, pulled on his coat as he loudly assured the crowed of roudy people. He walked on a raised wooden platform, his footsteps tapping against the wood with every step. He would lean forward, as a means to assure the people. "and what about the missing persons!" Cried out an elderly woman from the crowed. "What about the creatures" Croaked another man. "Or the rabid animals!" Interjected another voice. "What are we doing about this fog!?" Another voice added. "Who can we trust?" "Can we trust you?!" "-A-Again, we are on top of it." The man standing on the wooden platform assured. "Just head to your homes, lock the doors and-" "-wait for the reaper?!" A young male voice interjected. "I dare not stand like sheep, and dare take the fight to them." The voices quickly continued rambling, squaling, croaking, and screaming over one another.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jun 28, 2019 20:15:45 GMT -5
Just as she'd expected, he'd appeared here suddenly. Trust nobody, it was a lesson her tribe had taught her way back when, and she constantly recited it in her mind as she wandered. However, she'd believed the person standing before her. She'd done it without thinking. Maybe it was because of her own uncertainty. Even now, she still wanted to believe. It felt wrong, but it felt right at the same time. Pushing that concern to the back of her head, she observed him again. He'd said he didn't know what he was, so he must have changed like her when he arrived. "mAyBE yoU'Re DeaD toO. . ." she thought aloud. She'd been wondering about it before: what if the entity or force behind all this had killed all of them? That made the detective stop mid-stride, frowning and turning slowly to the dragon as he digested this piece of the puzzle. ”Wait,” he said, sticking his hands in his pockets and craning his neck to look at the much taller being. “You think we’re dead?” Well, that was one explanation for all of this, but not one he’d stopped to consider. He’d never even really thought you went anywhere at all after death - he just figured his demise would come in the form of someday, somebody in town with a grudge catching up to him and tossing him down the witching well. And after that...well, nothing, right? ”I don’t remember dying,” he said, thinking out loud. “You’d think something like that would stick out to you.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 28, 2019 20:20:51 GMT -5
"Or perhaps things work differently in my world when it comes to what is considered unusual," said Kid without missing a beat. The words were smooth. He wasn't that surprised by the long tongue. Anyway, he didn't seem able to raise an eyebrow anyway. "That would be the older Matt. The younger one just goes by Matt. His full name is Matteo -" Kid started to explain to Joey, but he hesitated. He could ... almost hear distant argument and noise. When had that stirred up. "I wonder if those are other blinkers," he said, not sure. He couldn't make out any voices.
(Short. Whoops.)
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Post by Sησω on Jun 28, 2019 20:39:14 GMT -5
"i DoN't reMEmBer mY dEaTh, eItheR. . ." Anika responded. She personally didn't think much of it. But that was only part of her idea, "tHe ENtiTy cOulD hAve kIlleD Us. . ." 'The entity' was the only name she could give whatever brought them here. Could it be some force of the Shade? There were so many questions that were yet to be answered. Suddenly, she got the urge to start growling. All the Emperor's heads must be getting to me in some way, she thought, glancing at a pair of which were making the animalistic noises towards one of the nearby buildings. A third growling head looked down at three of the other blinkers, specifically the demon, mummy and skeleton. If the emperor attacked, then it could spell disaster for the smaller creatures. At this point, they seemed to be the key into getting answers, if only a few. She wanted those answers before any part of her killed them off.
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Post by Auransky on Jun 28, 2019 21:06:30 GMT -5
Rowlin's eyes, shifted between Arlo and Ghost , listening to the two discussing. He herd a few things that he would need to later ask, Timewarped? Science-Dependent Earth? , but for the time being refrained from asking. After their words of exchange, Rowlin couldn't help but reply on the topic of insanity. "Oh I'm sorry..." Rowlin quickly apologized. "Insanity, regardless I shouldn't bring up such matters." He softly commented. "But I appreciate the thought." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "If I may ask, what forced you to charge rapidly?" He couldn't help but ask. »ƑαƖcση --cato phoenix
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jun 28, 2019 21:54:57 GMT -5
The mancave floor was laid bare, all it's previous contents tossed out in a pile on the yard outside the shattered window-wall, and there wasn't a single sign of a trap door anywhere. "Damn it..." Sandalphon had to stop for a quick breath after all the heavy labor he'd just performed in such a short time, reaching up to rub his forehead.
The wind was starting to pick up outside as time began to run short, a cold breeze reaching in through the broken wall and ruffling the archangel's brown hair. This was pointless... Why had he decided to go along with this foolish idea again? They could have at least gained some distance from the oncoming storm if they'd left before...
A pair of incoming foot steps drew his attention behind him, his head turning just enough to catch a glance of Elliot entering the room. Hopefully whatever the other blinker had to say was more helpful this time. Some good news would have been nice... Little did he know that was exactly what he'd gotten as a small green item came flying towards him and he twisted halfway around to snatch it mid-air.
Elliot didn't stick around to elaborate much about it, simply dropping a few quick words before leaving again. Sandalphon's previously grumpy expression was now replaced with one of bewilderment as he held the item up to get a closer look, tossing what the other man had said around in his mind. The object was a small green crystal that gave off a noticeable ebb of magic.
Question... Oh right, during the conversation the pair had shared earlier... Wait, did that mean this-?
That thought didn't get a chance to finish itself as in the blink of an eye, the fresh breeze flowing through the room was replaced by the must of stale air in an underground chamber. Materializing into existence a few feet away from Myrnin and Hange, the Supreme Primarch stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds as his mind caught up with his body. When it did and he was able to assess the situation, he couldn't resist the small half-grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Ah, so that was what Elliot meant about talismans. Smart man...
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jun 28, 2019 22:11:23 GMT -5
Kelsier wondered if it was the House influencing their emotions that made them suddenly so open and honest with each other, and he found that he doubted it. The last room had been like an axe through a door; this one was merely the light that consequently poured through the hole. Once again, it was opposites at work, an action and a reaction. He supposed good and bad could be an accurate term for it, but if so, they were two sides of the same coin and you couldn’t have one without the other. He listened quietly to the demigod’s answer and lay back, butterflies billowing up in either side of him and then returning to gently land on him again. A flower touched his nose and he sneeze, then adjusted his position until he was gazing up at the clear sky and clouds that looked like condensed mist. He discovered he agreed with the demigod, and not just because of the chasm of difference in their experience. Nico knew because he wasn’t only smart, he was sensitive, and he could tell when something was cold and when it was cruel. Kelsier couldn’t tell, but he had already begun to suspect the latter. “I think you’re right.” He said simply, watching as a cloud looked first like a sword, then a flower. Then....maybe a cat? “I think it has to know something. This is too much to be a coincidence, and if it was sadistic, it would always be sadistic. Maybe it just likes pushing us to our limits.” Nico nodded as he heard Kelsier's take on the House. He had a feeling the man wasn't saying exactly what he felt, or maybe just leaving a bit out, but he wasn't exactly one to pry. Yet he did appreciate the openness he felt in this room, the way words fell from his lips as though they were weightless, instead of the heavy burden they seemed to be anywhere else. He had a feeling he would regret what he told Kelsier here, but in the moment he couldn't be bothered to care. And he couldn't imagine that Kelsier would use any of it against him later. Perhaps it was just the serenity of the room, but what they said here just felt untouchable. Couldn't be altered or changed or weaponized at a later date. It was comforting. He didn't know what else to say about the House. They could spend an eternity philosophizing over it, and it wouldn't make a whit of difference in the long run. Nico was honestly just glad that he hadn't managed to accidentally kill anything nearby. He felt calmer now than he had in a long time. And honestly? Silence felt nice. It felt warm and comfortable and he didn't think he had anything important enough to say that it was worth breaking it.
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