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Post by Sησω on Jul 12, 2019 23:35:05 GMT -5
The Arcanist | Timewarped Living Room "Oh," A flash of surprise crossed the Arcanist's features as his surroundings changed. Instead of the night sky, he was now looking at an unfamiliar place. His four arms, which had been hurriedly scribbling down notes moments ago, now stilled as there were no scrolls to write on. This definitely wasn't The Observatory, that was for sure. Wherever he was, there was something that intrigued him about this place. Was he taken here by someone? Something? He needed to know. As he looked around, something else came to mind - he'd seemingly shrunk. Maybe the nearby humanoid figure was larger than the creatures she resembled, but the Arcanist felt like something was off. "How curious," he commented. (Sorry if this reply is low quality, I'm tired and about to go to bed! P.S. Sorry about my influx of FR blinkers, Flight Rising is my special interest at the moment.)
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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 13, 2019 2:41:25 GMT -5
"Not an expert. Just seen a lot. There's no figuring out it's motives, at least that I've seen. Feel free to try your best, though." The Frenchman answered the daring blinker. He glared back at Hook's pointed comment. It was obvious to any of the others that there was mutual dislike.
Enjolras's gaze flickered over Salsa,the Doctor, the other dragon, Ougi, Touka and a few various other blinkers. Crowded day today, Enjolras noted. Hopefully the House wasn't gearing up for some big event. He nodded at Touka, offering her a friendly smile. Despite the often dangerous antics of the House, it offered friendship as well.
The new blinker was getting three contrasting versions of the intro, and Enjolras raised an eyebrow at Touka, as if to say, "Newbies, huh?"
It was fairly crowded, which was well enough, because he could probably avoid Hook. The Doctor was eyeing the pair of them, which was fair, because the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Enjolras took a step towards Touka, looking out across the groups of blinkers. It reminded him of older times, when whole groups of them would go through the hallways. Perhaps a room was in order.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 13, 2019 4:45:57 GMT -5
Hector nodded at Maladict's comment. He ran a hand over his jaw, a thinking gesture, but with the added benefit of clearing the rest of the bubbles from his face. "Good point. If this place was more straightforward, it would be so much easier." Hector gestured at the bubbles, quirking an eyebrow at the soldier. "I mean, if you want to touch it, be my guest." The bubbles did seem to have a menacing bounce to them. Only in the House could one could consider bubbles menacing in any way. | Rip my muse >.< | (Should I try and jumpstart it? XD I'm sure I can think up something surprising.) "I don't particularly want to," admitted Mal. "I don't like provoking possibly dangerous substances." Which the soup bubbles looked like they were shaping up to be. He frowned at the bubble and edged away. "Let's try that we," he said, inclining his head in the direction that was a bit more free of the bouncing spheres. This, as soon as Maladict pointed it out, seemed a bit suspicious. But too late now! They were going to head that way now that he'd inclined his head that way, so he started walking, his feet still unsteady and trying to find tread on the pliable surface of the floor. The bubbles around his and Hector's shins at least seemed to be staying the same level. It was the floating ones. "Think I should try something?" Maladict asked hesitantly, glancing back at Hector. He felt a bit braver about the suggestion after the forest with mutant wolves room. It just took a little for him to think of the option.
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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 13, 2019 4:55:29 GMT -5
| pfft look at all my catch up posts in a big chunk XD | | Time zones are wild. |
Enjolras looked back at Sky as she spoke. The witch-turned-ghost appeared to be familiar with the creature. Given her experience with casting spells, it made sense. He heeded her warning, taking a careful step backwards, though he kept his eyes on the beast, watching its reaction. Perhaps the House was giving them a helping hand- er... hoof.
"It's magical, right? And the mob is hunting down anything not human or natural." The creature truly was beautiful. Enjolras didn't want it to be killed. Also, the horse probably wouldn't turn around and go back to the mob. So if anyone was getting killed by its panicking hooves, it was going to be them.
Somewhere in the distance, he heard a 'hello' echo through the streets. Perhaps a blinker. Enjolras had lost track of most of the others when they'd all split to avoid the dragon. They'd need to find each other again. The last thing he'd said to everyone was to find that doctor. Perhaps he and the other blinker- he hadn't caught her name in the chaos, though he recognized her from the castle room- could make their way to where the mob had dragged him. Though with all the weapons, it seemed unlikely that they could even make it out alive.
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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 13, 2019 10:08:32 GMT -5
| Yes, go for it Mint!! |
Hector took a few more steps towards the clear area Mal had indicated. They were moving comically slow, and every now and then Hector would lurch sideways as his steps sunk unevenly into the soft floor. A bubble drifted behind him, and Hector felt an uncomfortable resemblance to a shepherd dog. "Do you feel like we're being... guided... To that part of the room?" Hector spoke up, pausing as he searched for the right word. If the House was as dangerous as everyone said, they'd probably find that the floor there wasn't solid. If it was more reasonable, perhaps it was guiding them to some sort of clue.
"Try what?" Hector asked, wanting more clarification before he gave his opinion. But he was open to suggestions. Otherwise, they'd probably just end up stumbling around the room.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 13, 2019 11:08:09 GMT -5
Rue blinked into the AU room. At least, her face looked like Rue. Instead of her usual dark, faded shirts and ill -fitted pants combination, she wore a bright pink tank top and matching pink shorts, both new and obvious designed for her use. Her wild hair was smooth and braided into sleek cornrows, and instead of the leaves usually caught in it, there were sparkly beads ranging in color from blue, through purple, to light pink. She looked stronger, too, and not as thin. Like she’d not only had proper nutrition for once, she’d had excellent nutrition with a side order of intense exercise and regular sleep, judging from the lack of shadows under her wide dark eyes. “I’m not hungry....” She whispered, realizing with a jolt of shock that if food presented itself to her, she might not want it. Then she looked down, and started as the beads in her hair clinked lightly against each other. “Okay, House, what are you doing?” There were others, and she walked towards them, then squeaked and stopped again as she realized she had shoes. Good shoes, she stared at them for a long moment, then jumped experimentally a couple times to see if they’d fall off. They didn’t. “Ooookay....” she muttered, officially uncomfortable. She looked like someone from the Capital or something, only at least her clothes were easy to move in. Blending in though? Not happening, not with her musical hair and bright colors.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 13, 2019 11:17:06 GMT -5
Ougi - Living Room
Ougi kept her eye on Touka only a moment longer. She was pleased to find that the ghoul took interest in the newcomer Izaya as well; then again, most interesting human interaction pleased her. Her head tilted back again to see Philomel when they spoke; having all these dragons around was really going to do a number on her neck. Based on the way they acknowledged Salsa, not to mention that they were both dragons, she had an inkling that they could be from the same universe. Yet another specificity about the Paradox House: there were bursts of blinkers from the same worlds, or places with the same rules. Earth was probably the most perplexing link she had come across, she realized. Perplexing, and interest-piquing.
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Post by Sησω on Jul 13, 2019 12:44:15 GMT -5
Philomel (Timewarped) | AU Room Philomel had been flying back to the clan camp when all of a sudden they fell out of the sky. The dragon tried flapping their wings, but it was no use - they were losing altitude much faster than they could gain it. This isn't right. Had the whole half bird thing somehow warped their ability to fly? They began to tense up in fear. This was the last thing they wanted. As they got closer to the ground, their expression shifted into one of surprise. This wasn't the Starwood Strand, nor was it the Wandering Contagion. Something similar had happened to them a short while ago, so they wanted to assume it was the same place as then: The Paradox House. It was actually a bit of a relief. The dragon nearly lost balance during their crash landing, but luckily they managed to root themself with their claws. Mostly as some sort of assurance that they were okay, they looked towards the ground. Something was different - their previously scaly forelegs were now covered in fur and seemingly more muscular than before. Okay, so what am I this time? the imperial-turned-gaoler wondered. Clearly their form had changed again, but this time it seemed to be caused purely by their blink. They turned their head around to look at the rest of their body. Their whole body was covered in similar fur and they possessed a thick mane. The newfound fluff had similar colors to that of the scales that previously covered them, but the patterns were different. Furthermore, Philomel's wings had shrunk, which explained why they had dropped out of the air. Though they hadn't noticed it, their eyes had changed from crimson to ice blue. Most interestingly, white crystalline spikes grew out of their shoulders and back, protruding out of their fur. They knew what they had become, a member of an ancient breed of dragons called gaolers. They'd heard stories about gaolers, but had never seen one before. Had this place somehow changed their breed? "Hey, did anybody here see a scroll fall on me?" the confused dragon asked, turning to address the group of blinkers. Unlike last time, there were no other dragons in the group.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 13, 2019 14:19:06 GMT -5
Living Room | The Doctor
"Is it possible," wondered The Doctor as she studied Salsa and Philomel over Ougi's shoulder. "That ya both from the same world? Does that happen often?" She seemed very curious about the whole thing. She once again glanced at Hook and Izaya and Enjolras. Then Touka who seemed to know what they were doing. "Would it be adviced to enter a room?" The Doctor seemed pretty happy about the suggestion. They hadn't explained a lot to Philomel yet, but it might be easier if they were moving.
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Post by Auransky on Jul 13, 2019 14:34:56 GMT -5
futuristic room The car vibrating , forced Elliot to flinch. He turned his head back, with little time to react. The car moving forced him to fall forward, and in panic he used his abilities to keep himself floating in the air. He was still blindfolded, and the last thing he wanted was to fall in his face, like earlier. Floating in the air , upside down, he listened to the car zoom off. Taking his chances , he followed after, making his way through the tv, as the car did only moments prior. Behind him there was an aggressive sound closing in. The heartbeat, indicated the angel who was striving to save their lives. He made his way across the tv, stickiness but rather uncertain as he stopped midair. The small feeling of closure was suddenly gone. It now felt widder-much larger, and clear. The smell of water was one-time rating wind and humidity replaced by, blood? Elliot slowly took off his blindfold , raising a brow to the red bloody skies. It looked like death, war, and destruction were having a playdate. Not good he slowly looked down to find himself in the air, literally . The ground - the floor seemed endless, absent , lost. Slowly he turned his head towards the right , to spot nearby land- floating , appearing to be missing chunks . Next he turned his head towards the other direction to spot another patch of floating land. He slowly made his way towards the patch of land. Landing , he kept turning his head back and forth he couldn't see or hear the others from where he stood. Just what happened-or where was he warped to this time? As Elliot shifted His feet , he blinked feeling the ground below him was marsh wet. He could feel the grass, brushing against his feet. He looked down , to see he was barefoot. The fact that He was barefoot mattered little to him, but as he stepped forward he seemed displeased seeing his feet directly. The second thing that caught his attention was the black trousers he was wearing. He didn't recall changing,but that also brought another question to mind - did he black out? no...Disagreeing with his own disagreement , he lifted his repaired , only for his own expression to worsen with hate. He was bandaged-as far as he could see on both his legs. He didn't have enough to process the thought , his arms-bare, no longer hidden by the long sleeve was witness to live , covered in even more wraps. He tilted his head down, grabbing his now white short sleeve buttoned up cotton shirt, then tilted his head when realizing that his fingers were brushing amazing a black vest , shouldering over the shirt. He tensed , bringing his hands right in front of him , it seemed like nothingness out of the ordinary-except a ring, a ring that he doesn't remember ever obtaining , or being given, let alone putting on.
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 13, 2019 14:48:16 GMT -5
Sky nodded, still staring at the creature. "It's called a heliopath- I think. It burns anything in its way." She felt a stab of uncertainty. "Of course, that's just what I think. I don't know for sure, I haven't seen one. Still, I think we should start trying to find an exit route." She looked to the back of the alleyway. She couldn't see a dead end, but the buzzing noise was getting louder. She wondered if there was another foe down there, but it was safer than staying around with the mob. To prove a point, a bullet whizzed by, going right through where her right leg would be before she could do anything. She shuddered, before she continued to speak. "We should keep going down the alley. It might lead to another street or something."
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Post by Sησω on Jul 13, 2019 15:33:35 GMT -5
Philomel | Living Room The rooms had been described as dangerous, yet Philomel was eager to go exploring. Maybe they could find some trinkets to add to their collection, or depending on circumstances, start a new hoard. They opened their mouth to accept the Doctor's offer, but they blinked out before they could say anything.
The Arcanist (Timewarped) | Living Room A larger dragon-like figure appeared promptly after Philomel had blinked out. Despite its size, the being was rather frail. He recognized this place. He'd been here once before. The mysterious beings he'd met had called it 'The Paradox House'. Now that he was back a second time, his curiosity about the place had grown. The arcane serpent moved over to the bookshelf, using two of his four arms to grab a pair of books. He then searched around for a quill pen or some type of writing tool, but was unable to find anything. In the end, he magicked a couple into existence. He scribbled down notes of Salsa, Ougi, Hook, Izaya, The Doctor, and Touka. He noticed how a majority of them were small and had similar builds (possibly of the same species?) while Salsa stood out. She was definitely a dragon, a wildclaw, to be specific. He also wrote down observations on the scenery around him, the living room.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 13, 2019 15:54:16 GMT -5
Myrnin | AU room The boy gave a small yelp when the dragon arrived and he felt like a spooked animal. He rolled away a bit, missing answering Hange's question. Instead, the new sound of a stream of sound turning into a waterfall of sound replaced it. Blood. A lot of blood. An animal ten times larger than him, made of it. His eyes widened and the sharp poke of something in his mouth intensified. He whimpered a little, the tug and the smell tantalizing. "I - I'm okay," he said to Hange. He wasn't. He felt weird. Really weird. Every movement felt too easy. Like he hardly needed to put any effort into them. The dragon that had crashed by them was far more attention grabbing, however, and Myrnin blinked several times. "Wh-ho? Should we be worried about it?" he asked, unaware that said dragon was a blinker and not part of the bloody skyed place. He once again seemed to be looking at Hange for direction. Sandalphon seemed preoccupied and Elliot seemed to be studying his own outfit. There was also girl who he had no clue who she was. Other than that ... Myrnin didn't know where they were. He shuffled over to Hange and sort of leaned up against them. He told himself he was just looking for some sort of comfort. Not that the smell of blood would get closer and that he ... sort of wanted it.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 13, 2019 16:04:23 GMT -5
Touka - Living Room
Touka saw Enj’s expression, threw a similar one back at him, and then shoved her way through the crowd, ending up at his side facing the rest of the group. “Damn crowded,” she observed, speaking loudly to be heard over the din. “And mostly newbies. And Hook’s back. Thanks for that, House.” She crossed her arms, heaving a sigh that was probably equal parts exasperation and relief at seeing some of her old friends again. She glanced towards the hall, her thoughts opposite Enj’s as she hoped nobody would be stupid and decide to leave the living room. None of them knew what they were doing, and she knew for a fact that at least Izaya would be trouble in there. He just looked like the type.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 13, 2019 16:10:53 GMT -5
Hange - AU Room
Hange instinctively took a few leaps back, giving the massive creature room to breathe as it smashed into the ground, sending earthquake-like shockwaves all down the floating island. Through the dust, they squinted to get a better look. It was a dragon, like the others - but a different species than Salsa or Chamomile. “Fascinating, aren’t they?” they muttered to Myrnin, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady him. He was nervous - understandably so - and he seemed to have begun to cling to them as if they were some sort of guardian. Which was endearing, if not somewhat ill-advised. “Don’t be afraid,” they said, glancing away from the incredible beast for a moment to offer him a reassuring smile. “See how it hasn’t attacked us - and just now, it asked us a question. Which means both that it’s intelligent, and it doesn’t mean us immediate harm. Stay alert, but as far as I can tell, there is no immediate cause for concern.”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 13, 2019 16:14:46 GMT -5
There was no way this was real... This couldn't be the real Sky Realm.
The Primarch's red eyes shut again to block out the sight and he tried to slow his racing thoughts, although the splitting headache from the blow to his head made that difficult. The being behind this was toying with him on a personal level now. Whatever it was, it either knew about his past with the Calamities or was able to pry into his memories. Regardless, it was attempting to pull something by showing them a view of the sky world if the Calamities hadn't been stopped. What that goal of that exactly was however, was unclear. Was it trying to prey on his guilt?
Sandalphon could feel the anger welling up in his chest at the impudence their host had to pull a stunt like this, but he forced himself to swallow the emotion.
No, a clear mind was needed right now.
When the archangel again allowed himself to look upon the broken skies in front of him, his face hardened as he managed to somewhat regain his composure. Even if it was likely an imitation, the view still made Sandalphon's heart sink. After fighting so hard to keep the skies safe and trying to atone for causing this very event to happen, how could it not?
Slowly and slightly unsteadily, he held a hand to his head and got to his feet. It was at then he also finally noticed his appearance change as well, unable to hide the disgust he felt as he gave his body a once over. No longer did he look like the Supreme Primarch he had grown to become, but the childish criminal who had almost brought a whole world to ruin. Alright, there was no way he wasn't being played with at this point...
It was no use dwelling on it now. There were other things to be concerned about, namely how the rest of the group were handling things. The Primarch turned around to check in on them, uncertainty clouding his features as he awaited their reactions, unsure of what to really say. As if the situation couldn't get any stranger, everyone else had changed in image as well. One of them, Myrnin, had actually aged up a few years. And to make to make things worse, a few more blinkers had also been dropped into the mess, another human child and a... Dragon? Sandalphon's first thought was that it was a beast conjured up with this room, but the fact it wasn't outwardly hostile put that worry to rest.
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Meanwhile, the events out on the plains hadn't gone unnoticed. While it was true this version of the world was ending, that didn't mean it was lacking in inhabitants.
A group of nondescript skyfarers, who had been patrolling the plains around Port Breeze city for monsters to keep the survivors residing there safe, had heard the sickening sound of the car crashing to the earth off in the distance. Fearing that it was an airship full of refugees that had been able to reach Eingana, they rushed towards where they had heard the impact. Silently, the group offered prayers to the archipelago's goddess and one of the last few Primal beasts alive, Tiamat, that everyone aboard was alright.
The wind Primal was only reason Eingana still floated when so many other islands had fallen, as she was using all her power to keep it that way. That wasn't going to last forever, as eventually the beast was going to run out of energy and her land would soon follow after. In fact this was already coming to pass, made all too clear by the fact the outermost lands of the archipelago had already began to fall.
In their rush to help, little did the party know that they would soon end up face to face with the one behind their world's encroaching demise...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 13, 2019 16:25:05 GMT -5
| Yes, go for it Mint!! | Hector took a few more steps towards the clear area Mal had indicated. They were moving comically slow, and every now and then Hector would lurch sideways as his steps sunk unevenly into the soft floor. A bubble drifted behind him, and Hector felt an uncomfortable resemblance to a shepherd dog. "Do you feel like we're being... guided... To that part of the room?" Hector spoke up, pausing as he searched for the right word. If the House was as dangerous as everyone said, they'd probably find that the floor there wasn't solid. If it was more reasonable, perhaps it was guiding them to some sort of clue. "Try what?" Hector asked, wanting more clarification before he gave his opinion. But he was open to suggestions. Otherwise, they'd probably just end up stumbling around the room. "Possibly," said Mal. "I can't be sure of anything. I'm trying to read intention from bubbles. It's not an art. It's just guesswork." He wasn't familiar enough with the House to assume more. "Try something," Mal repeated, but didn't elaborate. He didn't want to talk himself out of it. His body seemed to stretch and morph and shrink and suddenly he wasn't a vampire anymore. His clothing had disappeared and if possible ... the bird looked nervous. Most of the bubbles were now the same size as they were. Mal was hovering, wings beating at the air and bubbles alike. There was a sort of exclamation from his beak before he spun and darted away. If Hector was at all familiar with bird, Maladict was now a magpie. Mal didn't look back. He didn't want to encourage Hector to follow while he scouted ahead. His heart, normally still, was beating far faster than it should have. And that's when the bubbles decided to to morph. One nearest Hector suddenly seemed to gain a head .. and teeth. Now it looked like a bubble form of a dog, soundlessly growling at Hector. A nearby large bubble seemed to shift into a hawk and start to chase the magpie version of Mal.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 13, 2019 17:26:26 GMT -5
Ougi - Living Room
“New blinkers. Gone as soon as they show up,” Ougi murmured, not looking all that bothered about it when Philomel disappeared. There wasn’t one crease in her face from even lifting an eyebrow or tilting the corner of her mouth. “It happens often enough,” she informed The Doctor. She drew her gaze toward Touka when she went toward Enjolras and Hook, listening in with keen ears. She had been so distracted with newcomers in general—mostly in attempts to deceive them—even since her first blink back then, partially because she knew it was hopeless to get to know fellow old blinkers. At least she thought. “Well, I’ll go with you,” the student continued, starting for the door to the hallway again and opening it. She waited after walking through and cast a glance over her shoulder, eyes shallow.
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Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Jul 13, 2019 18:01:48 GMT -5
Flandre Scarlet: AU Room
In an instant, a pale-skinned, blonde-haired vampire girl appeared in the room alongside the others. Her wings still held the crystals dangling from their thin form, glittering as the girl herself perked up and held a hand up to her lips to hide a giggle. A place filled with new playthings, huh? This wasn't what she had expected the outside world to look like, but it sure did seem interesting. While it may of been true that everything about Flandre appeared to be normal physically, psychologically it was a different story, it seemed. Crimson-hued eyes scanned over the group, acknowledging the "eyes" she could see in each and every one of them. This power... she had so much power over all of them, and they didn't even know it. Really, they should be bowing to her! Maybe it was a good thing she couldn't see her sister here; she would hate for her to get in the way. While going on and on in her own internal thoughts, she had been staring at the group members for some time now, a sly, fanged smile gracing her lips.
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Post by Sησω on Jul 13, 2019 18:20:37 GMT -5
Anika | Monster Room, Town Square Though she couldn't see what the Emperor's other heads were doing, Anika knew that something had changed. The hunger that had been controlling her was suddenly gone. One of her heads must have eaten, though she had no clue who or what had been consumed. Either way, it didn't seem to fix much. There was still a ruckus coming from the ground. Now to get out of here, the thick fog and rogue heads weren't helpful to begin with, but being blinded made the task seem almost impossible. One option still sat in her mind: Destroy. Consume them. It was nice to be able to think clearly again, but part of her still wanted to go into rampage mode. Destroy. DESTROY. It's the best way out.The blinded head let out a growl. However, that voice that told her not to do this still persisted. But this seemed right! It was the best option, her only remaining choice. However, before she could think about it anymore, she felt her paws move underneath her. She seemed to be walking, though she didn't know where she was heading nor could she control it.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 13, 2019 18:32:18 GMT -5
Hook rolled his eyes at the newbies enthusiasm, but he decided it was better to let time teach the man his lesson. After all, if he tried telling him he was wrong, he’d likely lead into an argument; something that the rook was getting a little too busy for. Hastily, the pirate glanced over the new blinkers, frowning a bit more at the familiar faces. Unlike the others - being recognized was never a good thing. He turned as Touka loudly addressed his presence, curling his lip back in a peeved smirk. “Pleasured as always.” He cast back a glance towards the door which Ougi seemed to be advancing towards. Not that he liked the young woman, but the idea she put into his brain was enough to bring forth a sigh of relief. A room would open the air for him, give him space to break off from the others, or even find a room of his own. He hesitated at that, reluctant to enter one of the house’s death traps alone. Usually he had Shade to wonder off alone with. She could make fun out of almost dying...all while somehow keeping his ass alive. He shot a glare back at Touka and Enjolras then proceeded to make his way toward the hall.
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Post by Sησω on Jul 13, 2019 18:44:30 GMT -5
Philomel | AU Room So far, nobody had answered the dragon's question. Weirdly enough, the others seemed cautious or even scared of them, which came as a shock. "So, none of you saw any scrolls?" Philomel asked, trying to continue the conversation. Their confusion continued to grow. Surely someone must've dropped a breed change scroll on them! They sat down on the floating land mass, curling their fluffy tail around their paws. They normally would've gone exploring or tried to get a good view of the land, but without the ability to fly, they were rather afraid of jumping off the island. Just then, someone else appeared nearby, a humanoid creature with strange crystal wings. Most likely another blinker, from the looks of it. "Say, have you seen any scrolls?" it appeared that she'd just blinked in, but the dragon couldn't help but ask.
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Post by Sησω on Jul 13, 2019 18:59:47 GMT -5
The Arcanist | Crowded Living Room As he finished his notes on the blinkers (or at least the ones he had so far), the Arcanist couldn't help but feel a pull towards the door that a few members of the group were nearing. What secrets laid behind it? Were there answers behind there, such as what exactly this place was and how it was able to pull beings from their homes and return them at the exact time they left? Filled with a need to know, he floated towards the other blinkers and the door.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 13, 2019 19:36:50 GMT -5
All Astolfo could do was give Julius a sad look as the viper complained about his shirt. "Sorry. I wish I could help you with that." Sewing wasn't among his repertoire of skills as a Servant. At least he didn't think it was... Now that the pair didn't have to worry about being killed by thier own powers anymore, he was finally able to contemplate what has just happened to them. "Oh man, even though it was burning us alive, that shadow magic was so cool!" Astolfo hummed, brightening up once again. The jump to another subject was sudden, but perhaps this was his way of trying to cheer Julius up. "I thought I could do some neat stuff, but that was on a whole other level!" (Reposting this so it doesn't get buried again pfft Numquam)
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jul 13, 2019 19:38:37 GMT -5
Words and blinkers here and there the bounty hunter could only compare the scene to the training sites. Awful at some points it didn't bother her seeing as the house wouldn't plunge her into a blink that lasted for years, unlike her times as a newbie. "Sounds you've gotten some experience with almost dying - that will serve you well here." She snickered to the Imperial just as he blinked out before she got to slip in another sly comment. While speaking to another dragon wa rare, another from Sornieth was rarer yet the confirmation hit the nail on the head despite the newbie's odd appearance. More dragons are on the way or when the house wanted to amuse itself, one of the corrupted. "A little too morbid? Maybe too upfront? Newbies are a handful but an imperial is not the most ideal." She commented peering down at the group that consisted of the Doctor and Ougi, Touka and Enj being the closest subgroup near. Meanwhile the other scents of Hook and Izaya were spread thin through the air but as long as they didn't intervene they were the least of the wildclaws concerns. Knowing that she twitched her tail at the notion of the hallway. Hypocritical were her actions seeing as how she had just warned the newbie to be cautious Salsa leapt up from her spot in the living to duck right through the living room's exit. "Now that's the spirit!" She exclaimed, an upbeat attitude of what was meant to be a deceptful moment. On her way she noted an awfully familiar shape of the arcane god. Many7 dragons would have cried out or bow yet this dragon could give them a friend wave of her tail signaling him over. "Oh, just what we needed, come along! Haven't you in awhile dear acquaintance."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 13, 2019 19:51:58 GMT -5
Living Room izaya chuckled as Hook turned away, leaving the bait. He clearly knew what would happen if he took it, but what he didn’t know was the broker didn’t care one way or the other, and was just as pleased with this reaction as any other. Humans. He glanced around the now-very-crowded living room and his brown eyes found the dragons again, and this time he let his attention chew on that. Could be a dream still, but he didn’t think so, half because that was no fun and half because it didn’t feel like one. He thought he’d know if he was in his own brain; this was clearly someone else’s, and so far, he liked them. “I was in a room before.” He stayed it as it occurred to him, not a question because what else could they mean? Do a room... The way they said it sounded like throwing dice. Seeing what you got, and working with it. He headed for the hallway, aiming to slip through the crowd and get there first. Maybe he’d end up being dead and flying again, or at least, he should see some good reactions from the crowd as whatever happened, happened. He could already tell there were a few good personalities in the mix, especially the girl with long sleeves, who seemed a little more... different,
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 13, 2019 20:00:39 GMT -5
Ougi - Crowded Living Room/Hallway
Ougi gave a half-shrug as she headed out into the hallway, turning on her heels and letting her short dark hair flow behind her. It was her way of rolling her eyes from Hook following her. Whether or not he was just going to split off and go into a separate room from hers, she was filling every step with anticipation as she looked for a fun new puzzle. "My my, I'm surprised you're still around when everyone here is always trying to find new ways kill you," she murmured as soon as she left the door behind and started down the hall. There was only a single sidestep to break her pace when Salsa darted by. Izaya seemed eager as well. "Slow down there," she told him, finally and briefly letting the menace return to her voice. It was delivered with the usual smile, and the unassuming presence of a short girl in a school uniform. What could she possibly be up to? But she purposefully turned her head away from The Archanist, noticing the manner in which he was slinking around. She subtly watched for the dragon, who she assumed was new, and waited to see if he would do something tricksy; it was what she would do, anyway.
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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 13, 2019 20:18:41 GMT -5
Enjolras looked over at the Doctor as she suggested a room. She'd better be prepared to brief all the newbies. But really, what's the worst that could happen? With a second look around, his gaze fell on Hook and Izaya. Maybe Touka had a point. A room could go very badly. Though, the living room under the right conditions could go very badly, too. He sniffed, briefly scrunching up one side of his face as he remembered back to the fight with Hook.
The older blinker was content to do either. He was trying to catch as many names as he could. Enjolras had an odd feeling as he watched the scene play out. A new generation of blinkers making their choices, discovering the House, forging friendships... Or enemies. It was a bit nostalgic... A bit bittersweet. The oldies got a chance to see each other- the remaining ones, at least- but it was different than that core group that had grown so close.
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Non-binary
Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Jul 13, 2019 20:19:06 GMT -5
"A scroll?" Flandre giggled softly as she stared at the strange creature, before shaking her head. No, she hadn't seen any sort of scroll; not around here, anyways. Though, to be fair, she couldn't really remember seeing any at back home either. Oh well. Gracefully, she jumped upwards into the air, letting her wings magically catch the breeze. It had to of been by magic, at least, because there was no way that her odd wings would of caught any sort of wind otherwise. From where she now was looking down on the rest of them, she smiled, yet there seemed to be a foreign look in her eye; one that the regular Flandre wouldn't of had. "Who are you all? What are your names?"
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