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Post by Protractor on Jul 2, 2019 20:56:05 GMT -5
(Seth McFarland fans,get ready!)
"What's going on?"Roger complained in his overly dramatic voice drag.He stood up and looked around him at all the messed up looking people."Ugh,what did Klaus put in those brownies?"He was glad he had a red wig,blue overalls and tan shirt on,hopefully no one would see him as an alien.
Without caring who exactly he was talking to,he introduced himself."Name's Larry Hayshover.I live on my farm I inherited when my father was brutally killed be rampant squirrels.Now someone get me a Bloody Merry,I'm parched."
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 2, 2019 21:51:00 GMT -5
"So, it was probably the House's doing." If Julius could guess, the House was stealing their magic and using it against them. It was a bit worrying now that he thought about it. He wasn't particularly concerned if it used Astolfo's magic, but his own magic however... The viper bit his lip with a frown. Shadow by itself like this wasn't something you could exactly fight. If the user wasn't willing to stop, then the only way to make it go away was to use light magic. Unless, the shadow was corrupted, as was the case with Julius. Corrupted shadow was just too dense to simply make it go away with light magic. He swallowed hard, "We need to find a way to get the f*ck out of here." No matter where he looked, the floor was covered in shadow. There were no signs of where it came from either, "...Or stop the source. Before more comes out." They'd be in serious trouble once the whole air was covered, but for now it only seemed to be spreading slowly. He quickly continued forward, desperately finding any sign, for anything out of the ordinary. "Right!" Astolfo nodded in confirmation and followed after the viper. Even if his cheerful tone sounded the same, his demeanor had grown more serious. While he didn't particularly want to get cooked alive himself, his main priority was going to be getting the other blinker out. Stop the source...That was something he might actually be able to help with. The Rider came to a stop and closed his eyes, trying his best to focus his senses despite the ever increasing heat. As a Heroic Spirit, he was able to detect magical energy at an enhanced rate. If he could just find the point where the shadow magic was thickest, it might be the source. While he was distracted with that, and since the mist already made it hard to sense anything else, he didn't notice that the room was already preparing another suprise for it's occupants. A taller pillar in the estimated center of the room changed it's light color from blue to white, then shot out a shockwave of magic and noise. "Hey! I think I fo-" Astolfo was cut off as the wave hit, catching him completely off guard and sending him slamming back first against a Piller, the world going silent from the overwhelming noise. Had he had Luna Break on him, he would have faced it and been fine. But since his Magic Resistance was already being tested by the shadow fog, he wasn't able to withstand the attack. Lucky for him, the NP that had just hit them was useless for actually killing a Servant, at worst making them go deaf for a short while. That wasn't the case for none Servants though, as it's power was still enough to completely vaporize some enemies.
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Post by Numquam on Jul 2, 2019 22:57:56 GMT -5
Julius had to wonder, since his power was taken, if he still had resistance to his own magic. Normally, the effects of shadow do nothing to shadow users, aside from making it a bit harder to breathe perhaps. The Viper didn't want to wait long enough to find out however, since by then he would be near death. He wouldn't want pinky hair to experience that either. He was already to feel the heat from the fog, so that was already a bad sign.
The change in colour from blue to a bright white caught the corner of Julius' eye. Before he could turn his head, he was violently blasted backwards, being sent flying several feet. There was no pillar to catch him, so he continued to roll backwards before the friction of the floor made him stop. The roar-like sound from the shockwave left a piercing ringing in his ears, and he could hear nothing more. He stood up slowly, parts of his clothes torn here and there, revealing toned muscle underneath. He looked worse than he really felt, aside from the hearing. Pressing his hands firmly against his ears, he gritted his teeth in annoyance. "I'm guessing that was from you." He said loudly, the ringing staying persistent. "I can't hear sh*t by the way." Not even his own voice. Will the pillar do it again? Now they had another reason to hurry. The viper picked up the pace as he started walking towards the glowing white.
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Post by Auransky on Jul 3, 2019 0:39:14 GMT -5
Elliot glimpsed up, he felt terrible and the irony was that this was all with mere minutes of searching for a way down. He could hear Hange confronting Myrin. That was a relief-the boy seemed very stable around them. Loosely listening, the talk about science perked his interest, had he felt better, he might have asked. On the other hand, they were on limited time. Silently, he took in a deep breath, and closed his eyes, trying to quickly get over his light headedness. "Fine..." He replied to Sandalphon. Granted this was a blunt lie, but they didn't have time to figure out why he suddenly felt like he was being struck by a raid of bulls. "Let's just find the source.." He softly commented. He pushed himself away from the wall, feeling a tad bit unbalanced. "Not a side effect from summons." He quickly emphasized resting a hand on his forehead. His attention followed Sandalphon, then the ceiling, in which concrete started to sand off. The storm was upon them, the lights were still on but at times flickered. He could hear the wind whistling from the cracks. "Well.. get to work.." He spoke out to particularly no one. He was hoping Hange would come up with a solution, he didn't know the individual too much but given the little contact, it seemed like Hange was very much into innovation. What did catch Elliot's attention was the numerous colors of horseless carriages. It was like the moving pictures-very similar, yet very different. Some way smaller then others. He blinked several times shaking his head, trying to think straight but the kid in the background wasn't making it any easier. He flinched, turning his head towards the sound of glass shattering. The Arch Angel had shattered something, then gone inside. He blinked, slowly approaching the horseless carriage. What stood out to him was the fact that he could see the angel inside the carriage, but the glass surrounding it. Furthermore, aside from the method used by the angel to get inside he placed a hand against the exterior. It was plastic, yet smooth. He raised a brow then turned his head hearing the sound of shaking coming from up above. Time was running out. He rested his back against the headless carriage, observing the room surrounding them. The aura similar to the door they initially entered from was strong in this room. He slowly looked around, and tried to refrain from feeling another headache. His eyes spotted the large frame, similar to the one above. Except this one was larger, and the aura was emitting from the frame itself. "Hey..." Elliot turned his head back, to see the angel exploring the interior. "That frame is giving off a similar magical signature to how we came in." His attention turned to Myrnin and Hange. "We still need to relocate." He reminded the two, as the lights flickered once again due to the impact above ground. but how?
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Post by Auransky on Jul 3, 2019 1:13:48 GMT -5
Rowlin couldn't help but laugh. Quickly he covered his mouth with one hand, "Gut feeling is a metaphor." He quickly corrected, amused by the response but also felt partly guilty for not emphasizing what he meant in the first place. "It follows a reactionary feeling. In this case, biting the cables was a method of reacting in the moment." He further added, hoping to correct the situation from prior. "Solo." Rowlin smiled once again. "That's really cool, you certainly have stories don't ya? " He waved a patient hand, "No stories required, but given what you were doing prior to this, I can only imagine the situations you have to put up with. Regardless of someone wanting you or not, i'm positive that there is always going to be one soul who appreciates what you do." He shrugged, "Bummer that we can't control world travels. Otherwise I'd hire you in a heartbeat. We always need more cover." He softly added. The smell of burnt fabric, crossed his senses. "I'd be cautious when playing with fire." He could smell it clear in the air, given his heightened senses and even if it didn't, it would be his previous involvement with fires that drew familiarity. "If you are referring to exploring this house, kinda. I went exploring on some halls, but this place seems more faultier then a dead mall. We did find a room full of bumper cars which I guess is cool." He further examined. "I guess, if someone is willing to work, they can afford to insert whatever they want." He turned to face Arlo, his bright green eyes drawn to the scraps on her palm. "Mind if I look at that?" He asked, specifically about the fabrics. »ƑαƖcση --cato phoenixGhost , Arlo & Rowlin - Living Room
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 3, 2019 2:36:09 GMT -5
"Five years," Kid answered the dragon, but it was a distracted answer. Instead, he was focused on the growing noise. Like Izaya, he heard the crowd, but not necessarily the words. He lurched (he really wished he could walk normally) in that direction. To Izaya, he said, "What we have is something not good. So it's almost assured that that's the direction we have to go in." He could smell (could a mummy smell?) smoke. The fog was so thick he could hardly see a few yards ahead of him. It hadn't been that bad before, had it? It had gotten bad enough that he wasn't able to see the collection of people until the tree had caught on fire. Now, he could see the faint outline of what looked like farm implements. A mob? Was that this room's game? But what would then be the point? Avoid it? Persuade it? Defeat it? He got close enough that he could almost heard the words clearly. Something about ... hellfire? And the loud smack of a whip. He hurriedly backpedaled toward the newbies. Not good. "Maybe we should head in the opposite direction now," he advised, glancing at yet another newbie who had appeared. "It would probably be a good idea. All of us. That way."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 3, 2019 3:35:42 GMT -5
"Oh?" An invitation to elaborate, if Maladict chose to. Hector realized he didn't quite understand this whole Nuggen deal, finding himself unable to read Maladict's tone. Remembering his talks with that demigod, Nico, and the attitudes of the other blinkers, Hector knew that most other worlds had very different views on the gods than he did. Even in his own world, he was considered a pious man. He was curious to hear what Maladict had to say on the subject. But he also heard the heaviness in the soldier's tone. Maladict had been kind enough to not press him about his own country's troubles. He would offer the same courtesy back to the soldier. Hector felt a type of kinship with this blinker. Despite the fact that they came from different worlds, they could both understand war and its tragedy. Though, perhaps it weighed more heavily on Hector. Maladict lacked a certain look in his eyes. A new soldier, by the looks of it. New soldiers, old uniforms. It told the story as well as Maladict's explanation. Had he killed? Had he seen the light leave a soldier's eyes and known that, because of him, someone had lost a son, a brother, a husband, a father? Battlefields littered with the sound and scent of the dead and the dying? Hector had. For Maladict, perhaps not yet. But from the sound of it, he would. "In my country, there is war as well. Not as long as yours- three years, but with no end in sight." Hector lapsed into silence for a moment, graveness shadowing his features. He was a soldier, but he was also the commander of the army, the eldest Prince of Troy. He was responsible for the deaths of the people he killed. But he was felt himself responsible, in a way, for the death of every Trojan on the battlefield. It weighed on him. Here in the House, though, he could have a break. It rankled him, sometimes, to not be seen as a prince. But in a way, it was freeing. He offered Mal a look that can only be shared by people going through similar hardship. Not sympathy, but understanding. "Well then, from one soldier to another, I wish for a swift end to your war." Mal's curiosity at the quirks and customs of Hector's world was a welcome subject change. "Then that beggar will find himself quite lucky indeed!" Hector laughed good naturedly. "A free meal, hospitality... Being a good host is important in my culture. That is why the gods test us so." "There is a book," said Maladict, since he supposed it was common enough knowledge in his own world. "Which sometimes daily or weekly a new item is added to it by Nuggen. It is a book which forbids things in our state's religion." It might not sound so bad if it wasn't for the fact the list updated just as much as Maladict said. With things like 'peanuts' and 'the color blue'. Or just about everything Maladict was and what he was doing. Mal looked a bit grim. Hector had heard about the talk about desertion before, but that didn't mean he wanted to talk about it now. There was an end in sight for them. But the end was their defeat. Being ruled by a king they didn't choose who just wanted their resources and to 'fix the backwards country'. They kept saying that they were winning. But after seeing the clothing and the bent swords and being told they would be heading for the front (even if Sargent Jackrum had specifically said they would not do this) didn't make Maladict or Oliver or the others believe that either. "I am sorry," he said. "I hope an end comes soon, but that it is favorable." He dipped his head, as most vampires seem to do for politeness. "That's surprising," admitted Maladict, also welcoming the different subject. "We don't have a custom like that. Have you ever met a god that you know of?"
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Jul 3, 2019 4:31:59 GMT -5
Enjolras blinked into the room, appearing on the Victorian street. He'd been walking on the street in his own world, carrying a briefcase full of papers- law papers for his university, though if one knew where to look they'd find literature of a bit more revolutionary nature. He faltered mid-stride, peering up at the sky as the light suddenly changed from the Parisan street. He blinked in confusion for a few comical moments before the fact that he must be in a House room dawned on him.
The Frenchman adjusted his hold on the briefcase, looking around for other obvious blinkers in the vicinity. It was eerily quiet, with just the noise of water dripping off the dark eaves. No one jumped out at him, but he turned suddenly, sensing the presence of a group of people a few streets over, through the thick fog. No, not sensed... That wasn't the right word. He had smelt them. It was quite the unsettling realization. Before he could consider the full ramifications of that, a burst of flame in the distance caught his attention, as well as an uproar of cries. The House was up to it's usual antics, apparently. The long time blinker felt a spike of adrenaline as he prepared for whatever the House was going to throw at him. But with that, a pair of sharp fangs appeared, poking out at the corners of his mouth. Rather similar to a blinker he knew... The House had turned him into a vampire.
Well, if he wanted to fix the situation he'd have to find the other blinkers. Besides the mob of probably House-generated people, he couldn't smell anyone else. But knowing the House, and knowing the blinkers, he just had to follow the flames. Enjolras took off, skirting a building and peeking around the corner. Probably best to avoid the mob.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 3, 2019 9:42:30 GMT -5
It was nice, Orpheus had to admit, to hear music filling the room even when it wasn’t his. Even when it wasn’t really a song, because wasn’t any collection of notes a song, technically? He wanted to think that it was. He wanted to believe that practice and learning could produce something beautiful in the same way serious study could. He wanted to believe that L’s careful strumming - experimental and strange - could give to the world, even as simple as it was. He wanted to believe in something good when he saw the look on L’s face and knew that the answer he was going to receive wasn’t the one he wanted. L wasn’t going to speak of appreciating the good times even despite the bad. He wasn’t going to say that maybe the good outweighed the bad. Just from his expression, which had been unreadable before, Orpheus knew. And he wished he didn’t. And the look in L’s eyes when he finally made eye contact again. Perhaps he had been wrong. Perhaps the House was just as bad as any world, and he’d just been fortunate with his first two blinks. Perhaps the monsters here were more dangerous than the very real ones that lurked back in his own world. For the first time since he’d passed L the guitar, he wanted it back just to pour out the fear and uncertainty that now filled him. But no. No, this was an opportunity. He would not be cowed by someone else’s experiences, even someone he trusted inexplicably. “Then we make it even.” Orpheus’ words were soft, and he knew it was an impossible task. Knew and didn’t want to admit it, because if you said it was impossible then it would be. But so was bringing back Spring, wasn’t it? “We take back from it everything it’s taken from you and whoever else comes here. We smile when we shouldn’t and we laugh and we play music and we prove to it that we can be happy.” Orpheus believed in humanity. He believed in living more than just surviving, but he had a lot of respect for those who even managed to survive. It sounded like this place he had ended up lacked that respect. “For every life it takes we sing louder and prove that it can’t break us down that easy…” his voice cracked, but he kept going. “For every heart it tears apart we sew it back together, but stronger. Isn’t that… isn’t that how we fight back? Isn’t that the point?” His voice was so soft it was barely audible, but there was a type of naive and bullheaded and beautiful and powerful conviction to it. Orpheus knew it wasn’t his battle to fight, as it hadn’t hurt him yet, but… he had been brought here, hadn’t he? It had dragged him into this fight. And oddly enough, he found he didn’t want to leave. “Starting now, we make it even. Please. I’m not leaving until it’s even.” L looked down, his hands clasped together. He’d wanted to lie to the other man. He’d wanted to say that life was cruel but the House was fair, that something in a place beyond time and space and anything either of them had ever known could be balanced. But he didn’t think anything could balance the horror of Myrnin’s hand around his throat, those green, green orbs stabbing deep into his darker ones. He didn’t think flowers and warm bread could hope to make Claire’s hand reaching for Czeslaw’s terrified face any less horrible. And he refused to lie to Orpheus. He would not insult the poet. If their places had been reversed, he would have preferred an agonizing truth to a soothing lie, and he knew Orpheus felt the same, even though it hurt.He looked up, startled as the newer blinker began to speak, his voice failing him in places but his features determined. The detective’s eyes widened until they looked like two black moons, and he listened, and he kept listening until there was quiet again. He reached out, almost without meaning to, and grasped Orpheus’s hand in a trembling, vice-like grip. “Teach me how to sing.” He whispered. Begged, maybe. “Teach me how to help you make it even.”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 3, 2019 13:56:47 GMT -5
"Y-yep!" Astolfo piped up from where he sat at the base of the pillar that had caught him. His hearing had recovered enough for him to pick up what Julius was saying, but he was still rubbing at his ears in an attempt to clear the ringing that still filled his head. "Jeez, now I know how those dragon tooth warriors felt. Ouch." Sure... He hadn't been vaporized by the sound, but his eardrums certainly felt like they had been...
The Servant's headache was the least of his problems at the moment however, his pink eyes flying open in suprise as he realized something else was hurting. His whole body. Thanks to the shock of what had just happened, he had completely forgotten that he was sitting in a cloud of increasingly hot magic fog. With a yelp he shot up, bolting after Julius, who was on the move again.
"H-hey!" A look of worry crossed Astolfo's face when he got to his companion's side, noticing how banged up the viper was starting to look. Despite just being told that the other blinker couldn't hear anything, the servant pressed him anyway. "You ok? You aren't looking too great." Julius might have been tough, but even the toughest people had limits. As for himself, Astolfo wasn't too beat up, minus a few scratches on his face from his collision with Hippogriff. That wouldn't be the case much longer with this fog though, as it was getting to the point where he was hopping from one foot to the other to try and keep it from burning his legs.
They had to hurry, before they both ended up completely toasted. Getting back on track, where had that source been?
Luckily with a quick scan of the area it didn't take long to find it again. It was just up ahead, behind the pillar that had used La Black Luna against them. "Ah! This way!" Astolfo shouted, bounding ahead towards it.
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 3, 2019 14:45:42 GMT -5
(Hullo! Is it okay if I blink Sky into the newbie room? Also, can members of the roleplay make new characters if the roleplay is closed? I only have one character xD)
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 3, 2019 14:47:43 GMT -5
(Hey Tsunami! And yeah you can make more, each member can have up to 3 characters!)
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Post by Numquam on Jul 3, 2019 15:06:31 GMT -5
Julius hadn't the slightest idea what Astolfo was saying, but he could tell from her expression that she was worried. He pointed to his ear and shrugged, signalling that he still couldn't hear anything besides the sharp ringing. He wondered if his clothes will stay torn whenever he blinked back to his world. How was he going to explain this? He was glad there was nothing too revealing for now.
As the two hurried over to the pillar, the ringing in the Viper's ear gradually faded. Soon, he found himself being able to somewhat hear their footsteps. The heat from the fog was starting to sting his legs, and he noticed the fog was becoming more dense and reached up to their thighs. By now, the air felt heavy and it was slowly becoming more difficult to breathe. It looked like even Julius was becoming affected by his own magic, meaning he was right to assume his resistance had disappeared.
"If we don't stop this sh*t already we're both going to suffocate." He breathed to Astolfo, the inside of his lungs feeling hot. He broke off into a run towards the pillar, they couldn't afford to wait much longer. Julius noticed streams of fog coming out of the pillar. Astolfo was right, the source must have been here. It didn't look like there was anything on the pillar itself, no buttons no switches, just smooth metal.
It looked like they were going to have to destroy its insides. Nearing the pillar, he didn't slow down. Instead, he let his momentum let him go as he he leaped and smashed his leg into part of the pillar. It caused a massive dent and the awful sound of metal bending. A thick and dense tendril burst from the dent. Julius fell back and rolled to his side, his leg being grazed by the tendril before the latter poofed into fog. Blood seeped from where the tendril touched, but Julius stood up unfazed.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 3, 2019 16:11:56 GMT -5
(Yeah. You can blink Sky in! )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 3, 2019 16:14:39 GMT -5
(You know it's TPH when blinkers run toward dangerous things 'ah yes ... that's where all my friends are'.)
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Post by Protractor on Jul 3, 2019 16:19:08 GMT -5
(Just following suit
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 3, 2019 17:33:53 GMT -5
(Thanks! ^w^)
Sky blinked in, stumbling over the pavement. She threw her hands out to steady herself, before taking a step back and regarding the area. Strangely, it reminded her of London, but possibly a century or two older. She took it in for a second with a smile, before focusing again. Alright. You're probably back in the Paradox House, but not in the castle. She thought. It must be a new room. A metal clang next to her jolted Sky back to reality. It was then she noticed the screaming. And the smoke. And the fire. Alarm flashed through her. Before she could go into a full-panic mode, however, she took a deep breath. Focus on one thing at a time. She told herself firmly. First thing's first- what made that noise? She dragged her gaze downwards, and saw an ornate lamp lying on the ground. A strange, pale blue mist circled from it, to her legs. She followed the smoke to where her legs should've been. But instead, there was more smoke. I must be floating... Sky thought, her eyes wide. She fought back a scream. Something is not right.
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Post by Protractor on Jul 3, 2019 17:42:01 GMT -5
"What's going on?"Roger complained in his overly dramatic voice drag as he appeared in some room instead of his attic."Ugh,what did Klaus put in those brownies?"He was glad he had a red wig,blue overalls and tan shirt on,hopefully no one would see him as an alien.
He stared around at the mist rising around him,not as skeptical as he should be."Ooh!Is this some kind of dance club?"
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Post by Sησω on Jul 3, 2019 20:20:13 GMT -5
Five years. Anika assumed that meant five years of time spent in this place. However, it wasn't exactly what she'd been asking for - he didn't say where he was from. If anything, it made the possibility that the small beings were setting this up more likely. Suddenly, she heard voices. She looked down, but could hardly see anything because the fog on the ground was really thick. However, that didn't mean she couldn't smell the people on the ground. And they smelled like FOOD. FOOD, FOOD, FOOD, FOOD, FOOD. . . She lowered her head instinctively. A couple of the Emperor's other heads were doing the same. Though the fog was still hard to see through, she could make out a few shapes. Some people were coming towards the burning tree. The mummy who she'd spoken to moments before was still there. A couple of others were also nearby: someone who had a tail and was floating and another who was saying something about dancing. FOOD. It was now the only thing she could see them as. The beast knew that she wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. Her hunger was taking control of her, now more than ever.
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Post by Sησω on Jul 3, 2019 20:40:58 GMT -5
(By the way, is it okay if Anika loses control of herself? Nobody has to be eaten, and I won't have her explicitly attack characters if you guys don't want me to. ^.^)
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Post by Protractor on Jul 3, 2019 20:42:52 GMT -5
(I'm ok with it.I'll probably have Roger charge at her with a large stick until he actually sees her and tries to hide behind someone :3
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 3, 2019 20:43:31 GMT -5
(That would be cool )
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 3, 2019 20:47:40 GMT -5
Sky turned to face the stranger. She looked him over quickly, before putting on a small smile. "Oh, um, I think it's a street? The smoke's coming from a fire. In a tree." She said, a little awkwardly. "Anyways, I'm Sky. Sky Scatter. Nice to meet you."
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Post by Protractor on Jul 3, 2019 20:51:33 GMT -5
Roger stared at the woman."What are you?"He had no idea where the hell he was and he definitely didn't think he'd like the answer."Name's Larry Hayshover.I live on a farm I inherited from my uncle after he was killed by rampant squirrels."He held out his hand.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 3, 2019 22:10:23 GMT -5
</div>Myrnin didn't know if that was exactly the thing he needed to hear. Hange was nice, but he didn't feel smart or courageous or anything like that. But he might have felt a little better after everything Hange had said, but everything still hurt and right now he couldn't focus on that too much. He leaned into them, but still got to the point where he pointed at both the other blinkers. The vampire and the angel. "What are we doing?" he asked. "Is it that or is it the bumper-car thing?" (Short reply. Whoops.) <Raintalon> Auransky HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 3, 2019 22:30:56 GMT -5
"Yeah... I figured as much!" Astolfo replied, holding an arm up to his face in a vain attempt to keep the tainted air out of own body. Even with how airheaded he normally was, even he could tell things were getting serious. He could feel the dark magic slowly chipping away at his physical form, and while it wasn't visibly affecting him yet, without Luna Break who knew how long that'd last.
After a few more seconds their goal came into full view. Set into the base of the pillar was the source of the dark fog. With nary a second word, Julius suddenly charged the structure before Astolfo could even blink. "Wait! You're not going to-" The cry of shrieking metal tore through the air, making the Rider wince. Yup, he was... And here Astolfo had thought he was the one to always jump to a decision too fast. To his suprise, the pillar retaliated when attacked, managing to draw blood from Julius. In typical fashion it didn't seem to bother the viper, who was on his feet again in a split second.
Forcing his own hesitations away, "Alright, my turn!" The Paladin followed up with an attack of his own. He propelled himself towards his target with enough force to send a gust of wind bellowing in the opposite direction. Leaping into the air, he aimed a drop kick right at the same spot Julius had hit before, bracing himself for a counter attack while at it. The metal satisfyingly caved inward from the impact, and he felt his feet smash something glass-like inside.
...And instead of receiving resistance, he was sent flying into the air as the tower exploded from within.
That 'glass' was the container which held the pair's sealed magic within it. The instant the case was broke, all the power within came rushing out in a shockwave as it returned to it's original owners. With their power source now gone, the lights that pulsed through the room began to die out. All besides one a further ways ahead, which shown into the air like a beacon.
The familiar sound of flapping wingbeats came from above the now quiet floor. Instead of trying to crash into Julius this time, the beast producing them instead gently circled down and landed nearby. "Whew! That was close..." Hippogriff's Rider was slouched forward on it's back, resting his head on the back of it's neck with a look of pure relief plastered to his face.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Jul 3, 2019 22:53:30 GMT -5
Daud listened to the beings standing near the dragon, as they seemed to be speaking in depth about their predicament. The Paradox House... His brows drew together slightly and he moved closer, hoping the cloth man would explain further. He did, but his explanation only prompted further questions. It seemed like this 'House' was only similar to the Void in that it was another dimension. As far as he knew, the Void couldn't change people or create scenarios that perfectly mimicked the world around them, and their were no lasting consequences in the Void. He had tried. Leaping into the abyss did nothing. Did that mean that this House was more powerful than the Outsider? A faint smile played on his lips. He had managed to capture the attention of not one, but two powerful entities.
Unable to dwell on the implications of that, Daud's attention was brought to the growing noise of a crowd. Listening with rapt attention, he wished he had his dark vision in order to see through the fog. He could be mistake, but the rhetoric he had caught sounded suspiciously like Overseers. He didn't fear Overseers. Most of the time they were a stumbling mass of poorly trained men staggering through the streets of Dunwall trying to see the Outsider in everything and everyone they came across. However, without his abilities or weapons, Daud was rightfully wary of encountering a mass of the religious zealots when he was in the company of spirits.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 3, 2019 23:04:36 GMT -5
There were several things to keep Kid distracted. For starters, the appearance of more newbies. The fact of the matter was, he was overwhelmed. The room was clearly getting more dangerous but he couldn't explain and assist getting them out of here. He did, however, notice a vaguely familiar shape making their way through the mist. "Enjolras!" Kid rasped excitedly. His voice wasn't that loud. "Over here!" It was something, he hoped. He turned back to Sky and 'Larry'. "There's a lot of shouting people off in that direction," he said. His voice remained raspy. Mummy vocal cords clearly weren't suited for talking either. "If you want an explanation, I would advice it being somewhere other than here."
(Come save them from the hungry dragon, Enjolras.)
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Post by Numquam on Jul 3, 2019 23:29:51 GMT -5
Before Julius could start another attack, Astolfo suddenly leaped in front of him and also attacked the pillar. He was ready to leap at her in case the pillar decided to send another one of his tendrils. He half expected her to be attacked once she landed the kick, but instead they both fell back once again as another shockwave hit them. The explosion was loud, and for a second the viper thought it was sending yet another one of Astolfo's attacks. This one wasn't nearly as bad as the other however, and it was more a rush of force than an actual attack. He immediately jumped to his feet, but stayed where he stood when the lights suddenly went out.
He noticed that the fog quickly receded back into his shadow, making the air light again. All of the heat was suddenly gone, and their legs were no longer burning. A heavy sigh of relief left him. If the fog returned to his body, that means his shadow magic has returned. His lungs still ached and stung a bit, but that would likely go away soon.
With the sound of flapping wings reemerging, Julius tensed for a second, expecting the beast to charge at him again. This time seemed a little different, as the griffon showed no signs of aggression. Julius didn't get close when it landed, who knows if it'd peck him if he tried to touch it. "So I'm guessing your powers are back too." He placed his hands behind his head and stretched.
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