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Post by strider on Jun 28, 2019 22:15:23 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)
Orpheus nodded his agreement. A language barrier would have made things much more difficult, especially since, as horrendous as Arno's real Greek had been, Orpheus had never even heard of French. He turned and followed Arno, careful to watch his step on what seemed like it would be far more slick than it actually was, but he wasn't inclined to take any chances. He soon forgot caution, though, as Arno seemed to almost collapse. He was already dead here, after all. What was the worst that could happen? He tried not to think of slipping and landing on his guitar - he wasn't ready to lose it, after all. A gift from the god of music himself, Apollo. Yet he was soon by Arno's side, not sure whether to touch him or steady him, or what, but he stood close enough to catch the other man if it seemed as though he was going to fall. "Are you alright?" he asked, breathless. He knelt down, trying not to feel too unstable, and tried to meet Arno's gaze. "What's wrong?"
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 28, 2019 22:43:00 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
Ghost tilted his head to the side, considering the answer to Rowlin's question.
"There is a power station that needs to be shut down temporarily." He finally replied. It was highly unlikely that revealing his current actions would have consequences back on his own world so the bot opted for truth, albeit simplified. "When using the computer systems to do so failed, I opted for a more direct approach." Aka biting one of the major cables to disconnect it from the core. Primitive, perhaps, but effective.
Ghost's ears swiveled back slightly. "I may have miscalculated the amount of electric current traveling through that cable when i made contact."
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 28, 2019 22:59:43 GMT -5
"I- I don't know." Arno admitted, still trying to catch his breath. "I keep getting these... flashes. It's worse every time." He carefully let go of his handhold and sat down on the roof, his back against the brick support for the spire. He leaned his head back against the rock. "I'll be alright, just give me a moment." Voices filtered up from the streets below, the echoes off the cobble and brick making it nearly impossible to determine what was being said. They sounded closer than a few minutes before though, it seemed the group that Orpheus and he had left were moving this way. After a little while, Arno got back to his feet, looking at Orpheus. "Lets get this done and get down. I've not fallen off a roof in a long time and I am not keen to do so again." Rolling his neck, the Frenchman reached up and caught hold once more of the edge of the spire, hauling himself up to crouch, balanced on the very top point. "There's nothing but city." He reported, voice almost hushed. "It's all the same, as far as I can see." How could this be? The only thing of distinction seemed to be a cluster of buildings around an open area, probably the town square, to their north east.
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Post by strider on Jun 28, 2019 23:22:47 GMT -5
Orpheus frowned, searching Arno's face for any possible explanation. But he wasn't a doctor, what did he know? He almost stopped Arno when he stood back up, but the truth was if he tried to catch him they might both fall. If Arno said he was fine, and he seemed to be fine, he probably was, at least for now. Getting down as soon as possible did seem to be a good idea, though. "I don't know what you mean by flashes," he admitted, standing up and very nearly losing his balance. "Though I'm not sure how much I could help even if I did know." Music wouldn't get them out of this one, it seemed. "Are you sure you want to be in such a precarious position though? I mean..." he trailed off as the fog cleared up just enough for him to get a view of the city, and it seemed that he was robbed of words. "I've never seen anything like it," he gasped, lyrics and notes forming in his head in a strange evocation of the sight of a foreign city, cloaked in fog and mystery... he liked it. Not as much as he liked spring, of course, but liked it nonetheless. "I don't know why you make a habit of scaling walls, but I'd understand it if only just for the view." He turned to look at Arno, eyes still full of the view unlike any he'd ever seen. Yet he knew his rather romantic interest in the beauty of the city was nothing more than a hindrance to figuring out what exactly was going on.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 29, 2019 1:23:23 GMT -5
A smile tugged at the corner of Arno's mouth. "It's a rather handy trick to have when in a tough spot." He replied, getting down from the spire. "But the views are an excellent benefit. You should try it sometime." He looked down at the streets below, searching for any kind of soft landing place only to find nothing. "Although... perhaps wait to practice more often until there is less risk of life an limb." Those cobbled streets... the entire place was eerily unsettling, with just enough familiarity to give Arno pause. Where were they really? Who had constructed all these buildings? Where had they gone? And how on God's green earth had he gotten here? There had never been a dream that had lasted this long with this amount of clarity. Orpheus was right though. If he had another attack here, there was no guarantee he would be able to get off the roof safely. However, the thought of accidentally running into the demon again sent a chill down his spine. "There was some kind of town square in that direction." Arno commented, pointing over to where he had spotted it before. "If there is anyone at all in this place, they will be there."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 29, 2019 1:29:24 GMT -5
| yee! You can pester ice or stri for my number pfft. You'll get a whole album of pictures dumped on you pfft | | I actually brought more books then clothes lol. They just happened to be mostly elementary school books and phonics workbooks lol. | | Mint omg that's so many times. Omg you guys are? I'm so excited to see them in the house yeeeee. It looks like a really fun series with a lot of character. Also, the 13th Doctor is gonna look at that one guy (Crowley?) And just be like... Huh... Seems familiar. | | And ye! Mal and Hector would be fun! I can throw him into the living room. I have my conversational class in like 10 mins so I'll try to whip up a quick post. | (Ice got me covered. XD Shoot me the album, I'm ready.) (Well ... read the elementary school books! At this point, I'd be desperate. XD But that's me. Are you having fun? How are the kiddos? My sister is curious how you're staying over there. With friends? ) (I'd watch it more, but that means I have someone to watch it with. And we are indeed! But both of us are already crazy with the level of how many characters we RP, so for now we're just plotting. I'm going to RP Az and Stri's got Crowley. Yes! It has a lot of fun characters. The 13th Doctor will certainly do that. Just like Sherlock when faced with Doctor Strange. ) (I'll be around after with a reply!)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 29, 2019 1:55:54 GMT -5
Living room | Mal | Directed at whoever but possibly Clo "No beans," Maladict moaned, rubbing at his hair. "He threw away the beans." He had yet to realize he'd blinked into the living room yet. Instead, he seemed to be morning the loss of something which was happening in his own world. What exactly that was was a complete mystery. Well ... other than something to do with beans. He looked up, after what seemed to be a long pause, and didn't realize recognize anyone other than Hector. He'd spoken to Hector before, though he wouldn't say there were friends. But he really wasn't sure if he was in a mood to talk right now. "No one happens to have any coffee beans, do they?" he asked, slightly pessimistically.
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Post by Auransky on Jun 29, 2019 2:10:09 GMT -5
Elliot went through the hole created by Sandalphon. Once in the next room, he wasted no time kicking the furniture out of the way. It was a shame though, to destroy the nice looking rooms despite his own lack of understanding on the majority of the items within. Approaching the bar tavern in far back corner, he quickly ax kicked the counter smashing the table in half. His eyes skimmed every inch of possibility, looking for anything leading underground. Aside from the faint aura coming from down below, he was unable to detect how, or what was down there-so this was a gamble. Making his way back into the hall, now aiming for another section of the house they hadn't explored yet; he carefully listened for everyone's footsteps. Progress appeared stale, and he was starting to doubt his initial decision; not for his sake, rather for the sake of the others. He made his way into another room, this room was smaller then others, and contained boxes, and clutter. It almost reminded him of a storage room. Regardless, he started kicking the boxes, and clutter around to find a clear opening along the ground. Sometime during his search, he stopped and flinched unguarded. There was a fragment of emotion, strongly emitting from the house. It was pain, confusion, sorrow, and frustration... Elliot bent forward. His heart raced, then his throat ran dry. He rested a hand against his chest, and the other gripped his dry throat. He bit his lower lip tightly while breathing through his mouth. He tensed, stumbling back , nearly tripping over the clutter. He collided with the wall aggressively. What's going on... He tried to concentrate on the source that was offsetting him. It was coming from down below- wait?! Elliot quickly realized the sensation. Reassuring news. He softened a bit, with a half smile. He blinked, his scenery changing from the cluttered room, to a larger room full of cars. He let himself fall to the wall behind him, resting his head against the wall. HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt <Raintalon> mintedstar/fur
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Post by Auransky on Jun 29, 2019 3:05:27 GMT -5
"Huh..." Rowlin crossed his arms. "I wouldn't call it primitive, more like..." He paused tapping his elbows. "gut feeling!" He quickly snapped his fingers, "Which in times of need isn't a bad thing." He positively reinforced. "By the sounds of it, something worst could of happened, and you were working in your best interest to evade it." He started to evaluate the situation. "Insulators are always a plus, but under the heat it's just best to work with what you got." He nodded now. "T-Though, do you happen to carry an anti electric system of sorts?" He waved a hand, "Can I assume you do, otherwise you wouldn't have gone with a manual approach." He softly considered. There was a glow on his face which indicated his excitement, which he was trying to subtly contain. "So-do you work with a team, or are you a solo contractor?" --cato phoenix »ƑαƖcση
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Post by strider on Jun 29, 2019 10:50:35 GMT -5
A smile tugged at the corner of Arno's mouth. "It's a rather handy trick to have when in a tough spot." He replied, getting down from the spire. "But the views are an excellent benefit. You should try it sometime." He looked down at the streets below, searching for any kind of soft landing place only to find nothing. "Although... perhaps wait to practice more often until there is less risk of life an limb." Those cobbled streets... the entire place was eerily unsettling, with just enough familiarity to give Arno pause. Where were they really? Who had constructed all these buildings? Where had they gone? And how on God's green earth had he gotten here? There had never been a dream that had lasted this long with this amount of clarity. Orpheus was right though. If he had another attack here, there was no guarantee he would be able to get off the roof safely. However, the thought of accidentally running into the demon again sent a chill down his spine. "There was some kind of town square in that direction." Arno commented, pointing over to where he had spotted it before. "If there is anyone at all in this place, they will be there." "I can imagine," Orpheus replied. He had never had need of it, having grown up in Thrace, where yes, his father had a palace of sorts, but the rest of it was far more rural and he much preferred the open fields of it anyway. Cities had never been his thing, but then again he had never seen one like this. He liked it more than he cared to admit, though he did miss the rolling stretches of flowers and various crops. He could imagine a place like this would be warmer in winter than where he was used to, though. It seemed far more advanced. "I'll see if there's anywhere back home that would allow for anything like this." He shifted, straining to see what Arno was talking about. "Next destination, town square," he replied, leveraging himself down with surprising grace considering how difficult it had been for him to get up. As a child he had been used to sliding down tree trunks and trusting himself not to fall, and although there was nothing to wrap his arms around here, it was easier to trust himself on the way down than it was on the way up. He couldn't quite explain why.
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Post by strider on Jun 29, 2019 10:55:41 GMT -5
Nico blinked from the flower room.
(Time warp time oops)
Orpheus appeared in the living room, mid-strum on his guitar. He turned in surprise to find himself somewhere new again. It seemed that this wasn't the same place he had been before, but it had the same sort of energy. Perhaps this was inside one of those buildings he'd seen earlier? Oddly enough, he found he was alone now. He sucked in a deep breath and continued playing, closing his eyes as he let the music wash over him. He would have to remember which note he'd left off on when he appeared back home, probably. Right now, though, he found he didn't really care. It was more peaceful here and far less eerie than the other room had been, and he'd noticed with delight that he was solid flesh and blood again. Maybe he had just been dead in the streets of the city... either way, he could feel his heartbeat tight and loud against his ribs, and with his eyes closed it was easy to feel alive and at home, even without the sun shining down on him. He wasn't entirely sure how long he'd be alone for, but he found he didn't really care that much.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 29, 2019 11:06:10 GMT -5
Kelsier, too vanished before he could realize the demigod had gone to a place far less peaceful.
L blinked in, a large slice of cherry cake in one hand and a clean fork in the other. “-possibly.” He finished his sentence, then blinked and raised his wide eyes to quickly scan his new surroundings. Living room. Too bad, he would have liked the challenge. Soft, peaceful music touched his ears and his eyes fluttered closed for a minute, a contented hum rising in his throat at the beautiful sound. When he opened them again, he saw where it was coming from. He looked humanoid, and he also looked about the same age as the pale detective was. The guitar felt entirely necessary to his image of the newer blinker, and he found he had difficulty picturing him without it. Not wanting to interrupt the music, L moved silently closer, until he was craning his neck to look over Orpheus’s shoulder at the movement of his fingers and probably breathing down his neck. Not intentionally. He wanted to see how it was being created.
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Post by strider on Jun 29, 2019 12:10:14 GMT -5
Orpheus hadn’t opened his eyes, but he could tell that L was right behind him, just by the feeling of the detective’s breath behind him and the almost undetectable noise he’d made moving closer. Besides, the other blinker had said something when he first blinked in. Yet he hadn’t attacked or done anything hostile, so Orpheus let himself smile a little bit. “I can teach you, if you want,” he murmured, almost too quiet to hear, brown eyes opening to meet L’s. He didn’t stop playing even as he spoke, and his voice has an almost lyrical quality to it, as if the words were part of the song. He finished up the song with a lingering chord that sent goosebumps up his arms. He was usually more impactful when he sang, and he usually enjoyed that more, but for now he just liked playing, the noise echoing around the strange room. He took the guitar off his shoulder and offered it to the stranger.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 29, 2019 13:08:53 GMT -5
L’s eyes widened as Orpheus spoke, and he moved back just enough to carefully put his cake down on the empty couch. Satisfied that it was as safe as anything in the House could be, he turned back to the other blinker and found the guitar being offered to him, it’s owner smiling as gently as the music. The simple gesture told him a lot, and after a moment’s hesitation he accepted the heavy instrument and cradled it like something very fragile and very important. “Ah. Is this your second time here or your third?” He glanced up again, his head still tilted, then down at the guitar again. “No one but someone new would be so trusting with something so important to them, and if this was your first time, you’d have asked me where you were before anything else.” Oh yeah. The other thing. “And I’m afraid I couldn’t hope to compete with your music, but thank you for asking.”
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Post by strider on Jun 29, 2019 14:10:43 GMT -5
“Second,” Orpheus responded, curious about how the pale stranger made his deductions. And then he explained, and Orpheus understood, a small smile breaking out across his lips. “How’d you know it was important to me?” He questioned. It was, of course. It wasn’t often the gods gave gifts, and he was quite grateful to have received the instrument from Apollo, but that probably wasn’t obvious from first glance. “Besides, I hope never to become cynical enough that I don’t trust strangers.” Orpheus had found that life was kinder and often more worth living when one was kind to strangers. And although he had never gotten an explanation on this place, he found no urgency in getting answers. He would just learn to understand it gradually - that was better to him than just getting all of the answers handed to him. “Music isn’t a competition,” Orpheus added, watching the way L was holding it so tenderly. “You seemed curious. If you’d like to learn I’d be happy to teach you.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 29, 2019 15:01:41 GMT -5
L nodded, pleased but not surprised to have been correct. “Second. You’re taking it very well, aren’t you? Most people would have just gotten over the shock enough by now to start panicking, unless this kind of thing happens to you a lot anyway.” The detective traced the edge of the instrument with his index finger absentmindedly as he considered the fascinating new blinker. He seemed so genuinely at peace with the world, an odd contrast to the usual stress L lived under. Not that he himself was under constant stress, but the thing about being a mystery detective who only took on the hardest of cases was that they were, well, hard. Especially right now, with this new potential case being recommended to him. He shook that thought away before it could grow into something else. “No one plays music like that unless it means something to them.” He explained simply, lowering his unblinking gaze to the guitar again. “Obviously, this means much more to you than a simple means to an end, or you wouldn’t hold it like it was alive.” He hummed a little in surprise at the next remark, and looked at Orpheus again, his lips quirked up in an odd smile. “Not cynical. If I trusted strangers, I would certainly be dead by now.” He said it almost cheerfully, certainly not in the tone you’d expect from the ominous comment. “Anyway, you’re right, I am curious. Alright then, what do I do first?”
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Post by strider on Jun 29, 2019 15:44:56 GMT -5
“It was shocking,” Orpheus admitted, “But it’s rather nice, here, meeting new people. I’m afraid nobody here last time knew anything about this place. I guess I figured we were the first to be taken, but I suppose not.” It was said in an even tone, no hint of fear or resentment or anything of the like. “And this place didn’t take my guitar, and it returned me home, so I see nothing to worry about currently.” Although nothing like this had happened to him before, he didn’t regard it as entirely unusual. It was odd, he thought, to see a stranger holding his guitar, and with the same sort of delicacy that Orpheus himself did. “Perhaps not,” he allowed. “Music does… it does mean a lot to me. And the guitar was a gift from Apollo.” He realized after he said it that L might not know who Apollo was. He’d only explain if the other young man asked, though. “In a way, I suppose… it is alive.” Orpheus let out a low hum at the next comment L made. What sort of life did he leave that trusting strangers could result in death? Then again, he didn’t sound terribly devastated by it. Finally, Orpheus stood up and adjusted the way L was holding the guitar. “Here,” he murmured, positioning L’s fingers on the fret. “If you strum now it’ll be a C chord. One of the most common… make sure you press down with your fingers.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 29, 2019 16:07:05 GMT -5
“A room filled with only new blinkers?” L’s eyes widened at that. “I’ve never heard of that happening before. It does sound like something the House would do, though. And no, you were not the first, and neither was I. The first that we’re currently aware of was named Arlo, but she died not long ago. I don’t know who the second was.” Right, if this was only his second blink, he needed the talk. Usually new people were good about asking for it, so he’d forgotten that Orpheus hadn’t had anything explained yet. He made a mental note to get back to that before they went in any rooms. “Apollo? There are myths in my universe about a god named that, but I don’t know whether he has anything to do with yours.” The detective glanced down at the guitar, and he found to his surprise that the idea of it being alive wasn’t as inconceivable as it should have been. Then again, he was in the House. “Inconceivable” was a meaningless term here. He let the other man adjust his fingers until they rested on the strings, with barely any force behind them. He was a little worried he’d break it, and if it was alive, wouldn’t that hurt it? Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe- L pressed down gently and strummed a tentative, short-lived C chord. Tentative because he was only sort of pressing and short-lived because he touched the strings again too soon. “Did I do something wrong?” The young man looked at Orpheus again, an anxious shadow in the whites of his wide eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt it. How hard should I press?”
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 29, 2019 19:59:19 GMT -5
Lucian looked down at Duad's hand, watching it pass through his chest as if he wasn't there. He wasn't sure how it was happening, or why, but he figured it might be sort of useful here if he got into a fight there considering how many magic users seemed to be in the area... or did they even have magic? Originally he'd thought so but seeing how he was now transparent and about as solid as air he wasn't so sure. For all he knew their 'magic' was something they'd gained when they'd appeared in this place. "Yeah, I guess so," he replied finally. He was quiet for a few moments, glancing between the groups of people further away. "Do you think any of them have learned anything about this place?"
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Post by Protractor on Jun 29, 2019 21:35:15 GMT -5
(Crap,this left my participated then I forgot it existed
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 29, 2019 21:47:05 GMT -5
(yeah i have it bookmarked so i get notifications when people post on it but for some reason it doesn't seem to be working recently? guess i'll have to check my settings and see if i accidentally turned alerts off)
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Post by Protractor on Jun 29, 2019 22:05:33 GMT -5
(That's been happening to a lot of people,me included
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 29, 2019 22:37:54 GMT -5
Arlo had been briefly distracted when she'd looked down at her hands and discovered that she'd accidentally burned the fabric scraps over her palms when she'd started to use her powers, but finally looked up again as she listened to the other blinkers. "Nice to meet you both," she said, still messing with the fabric a bit. "And yeah, it definitely gets interesting around here, have you seen the rooms yet?" she asked Rowlin. She listened as Ghost explained what he'd been dong when he'd blinked in. She was curious to know more but figured she'd give him a chance to answer Rowlin's questions before adding more.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 29, 2019 22:59:22 GMT -5
“Noted.” Ghost raised a skeptical eyebrow. Apparently humans actually made some decisions based entirely on how their internal organs responded. That explained a lot of the unpredictable behavior he had been observing. “If I ever own guts I will make sure to check them for feeling.” At the comment about anti-electric system, the shepherd just cocked his head. He had never heard of such a device. He looked to see if Arlo expressed any recognition of the term, but she she seemed to simply be observing the conversation. However, it appeared to quickly become a moot point as Rowlin continued to speak. In response to the young male’s last question Ghost made an electric sound, his equivalent of a chuckle. “Solo contractor, if those are the only two options. I am not under a contract. There is no one involved in my current situation that wants me there.” ( --cato phoenix Auransky)
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Post by strider on Jun 29, 2019 23:01:54 GMT -5
“A room filled with only new blinkers?” L’s eyes widened at that. “I’ve never heard of that happening before. It does sound like something the House would do, though. And no, you were not the first, and neither was I. The first that we’re currently aware of was named Arlo, but she died not long ago. I don’t know who the second was.” Right, if this was only his second blink, he needed the talk. Usually new people were good about asking for it, so he’d forgotten that Orpheus hadn’t had anything explained yet. He made a mental note to get back to that before they went in any rooms. “Apollo? There are myths in my universe about a god named that, but I don’t know whether he has anything to do with yours.” The detective glanced down at the guitar, and he found to his surprise that the idea of it being alive wasn’t as inconceivable as it should have been. Then again, he was in the House. “Inconceivable” was a meaningless term here. He let the other man adjust his fingers until they rested on the strings, with barely any force behind them. He was a little worried he’d break it, and if it was alive, wouldn’t that hurt it? Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe- L pressed down gently and strummed a tentative, short-lived C chord. Tentative because he was only sort of pressing and short-lived because he touched the strings again too soon. “Did I do something wrong?” The young man looked at Orpheus again, an anxious shadow in the whites of his wide eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt it. How hard should I press?” "Maybe this place wanted some fresh blood," Orpheus shrugged. "I'm not really sure about what this place is, if I'm being honest. But it is nice to hear that there are others who might have a better grasp of what's going on here," he admitted, grinning somewhat abashedly. L seemed to know a lot more about this place than Orpheus did, and although he knew he would probably be a great source of information, it was a little bit strange to just be presented with so many of the answers to the questions the Hosue, if that was what it was called, had probably wanted all of the new blinkers to figure out on their own. "Yes!" He added, grinning. "Apollo's a god. Of the sun and music and healing, but I think he liked me because of my music. That's why he gave me the guitar. Does that mean that we may be from the same universe?" He had originally assumed that everyone was, but it was quickly becoming evident that such an assumption was invariably wrong. How many universes were there, then? He had always thought there was just the one, though he knew there were different planets within that universe. He turned his attention towards L and the guitar, nodding softly as L strummed the chord. "You can put more force into it. It isn't alive until you feel it is... until the music is rushing through you and it just feels like an extension of yourself. Any instrument is like that. You won't break it, I promise." He placed his fingers over L's, pushing down to the right amount of force. "Careful to let the chord resonate before you touch the strings again with your other hand."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 29, 2019 23:08:04 GMT -5
Auransky HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt <Raintalon> Myrnin was in a mood. And that mood was not talking to Elliot because he was made at him. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Hange and tangled up his hands in their coat. "I hit ... everything," he said to Hange more than anyone else. "And I want out of here." He really didn't plan to move from this point onward. He hurt - a lot - and he wasn't sure he could walk without hurting. So either way, there was no reason to continue with trying to follow Elliot's instructions. He just wouldn't. (Short. Whoops. )
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Post by crystalrosegems on Jun 29, 2019 23:37:37 GMT -5
Marinette froze.
Gripping her yo-yo in her hand, her chest heaved as she scanned the new room she was suddenly thrown into. It was a living room, far from the classic architecture of Paris, and most of all, far from the battle she was just in. Panic slowly crept up her spine. Was this a trick by the Akuma she was attacking? She lowered her arms, her eyes surveying the room, thankful that she was still in her armored suit. Magical suit. Seeing that she was no stranger to magic, especially since her best friend was a magical creature, Marinette safely assumed she was whisked away into another dimension. But that didn't mean she was okay with it.
But if there was one thing Marinette was good at, it was working under pressure with what she had. Scanning the room, she saw that there was one door, yet Marinette didn't want to walk through it quite yet. She had no idea what was on the other side, and for all she knew, it could lead her to a certain death. Instead, she gravitated to the bookshelves that lined the room, careful to avoid the mysteriously stained carpet, her eyebrows drawn together. Carefully bringing her hand to a book, she pulled it away from the shelf and flipped it open. Blank pages.
"Well that's weird," Marinette murmured.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jun 29, 2019 23:39:39 GMT -5
“You’ll get some odd looks,” Arno warned in a good natured tone. “At first.” The man who raised him still occasionally got comments from other well-to-do persons about Arno’s habits. Not that Arno particularly cared what they thought of him. He watched Orpheus descend down the side of the building with surprising ease. Maybe the man had had some practice in this after all. Arno reached the edge of the roof and turned to climb down after him, only to feel his arm muscles start to tense of their own accord. “Oh hell.” The clouds shifted overhead and Arno had a flash of realization before he was bathed in silver light. He dug his fingernails into the edge of the roof to keep from falling and gritted his teeth, trying to ride out the pain. Instead, to his alarm, his arms seemed to ripple and change, fingernails becoming claws, hands becoming hairy and disfigured. Then he slipped. Two floors down he hit the pavement on his back, his lungs forced empty by the impact. His shirt and vest were uncomfortably tight, seams straining as his body contorted. However, after what seemed like an eternity, the moon vanished behind another cloud. Arno gasped for breath, stunned but somehow not otherwise injured from the fall. He was quiet for a few moments before sitting up, stray hairs loose around his face. “Orpheus, we really have to get out of this place.” As if that wasn’t already obvious. ( strider and also anyone who wants to have their character standing nearby lol)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jun 29, 2019 23:57:26 GMT -5
crystalrosegemshey welcome to tph! do you have any preference who i blink in? arlo's the first blinker, so she's knows quite a bit about the house, eliyen and vyra know a bit and luna and lucian are new so they don't know much yet- they're all on my post on the joining page ^^)
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