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Post by Sησω on Jul 13, 2019 20:33:50 GMT -5
The Arcanist | Crowded Living Room and Hallway 'A room'. The way the broker had said it made it sound like he was talking about something more than just any room. It seemed probable that the door the Arcanist had been eyeing was the answer to this, too. He briefly turned to look at the wildclaw as she addressed him, intrigued by the fact that she'd called him an acquaintance, like they'd met before. "Hello," was his only response. It seemed like he wasn't the only one who wanted to go through the door - a couple of the smaller beings were going through it, too. He followed after Izaya and Salsa, bringing his four wings closer to his body in order to fit through the doorway. "How intriguing!" he eagerly eyed the many doors around him and the seemingly endless hallway, unsure of where to go first.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 13, 2019 20:39:48 GMT -5
The Doctor / Living Room The Doctor looked from the newest dragon to the various collection of blinkers who she hardly knew. "Well, while a room might be dangerous it just seems like more blinkers are collectin' here. At least we might have more space if we're somewhere else." After this statement, she glanced at Enjolras and Hook. Her frown preclaimed more than words that if she saw fighting she would step in. It didn't matter if she knew them well or not. She wasn't going to have some petty rivalry break out. Salsa was talking to the newest dragon now, who she apparently seemed to know. Then she slowly walked toward Hook, who seemed to be eyeing where Ougi had headed. She dipped her head to him and said, "Nice to meet you. I'm The Doctor. You mentioned your name was Hook, correct? A room?" She inclined her head, including him in the offer to enter a room before following after Ougi.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 14, 2019 1:10:58 GMT -5
Hook only gave Ougi a bitter scoff as she addressed his odds of returning time and time again in the house. One would think that by now he would’ve had to have ran out of bad luck after all. Obviously not. Shouldering his way through the door became more of a challenge than he’d been anticipating, first because of the other blinkers swarming it, and second for the fact someone was suddenly speaking to him. He glanced in the strangers direction as she introduced herself, his cocked eyebrow suggesting his lack of impression. “Not with this lot,” he answered her final question only, all while progressing past where Ougi had slowed. If no one joined him, which was likely, he’d take a walk until he looped back around; hopefully by then the living room would have cleaned out. All he knew was that he had no interest in sticking around with a bunch of obnoxious newbies with a death wish. He was the one in charge of his death wishes after all. If he got bored, hell, maybe he’d go ahead and try a room alone. ‘Deadly’ hadn’t exactly held him back recently...
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jul 14, 2019 4:56:57 GMT -5
[[ Timewarped Living Room || Eliyen || Sησω ]]
Eliyen looked up when she heard another voice, her eyes widening slightly as they landed on the blinker who'd spoke. She blinked a couple of times and let out a low whistle before looking at her drink again as if questioning whether its contents could be to blame for what she was seeing. Shaking her head, she set the tankard back on the table and returned her gaze to the giant pink dragon. It sort of it made sense for a dragon to be in the House... she'd seen stranger things there before... Sort of. "Hey," she said, lowering her hood as she watched the dragon. He seemed to be new to the House. Eliyen didn't really know much about the place herself but she figured she should try answering his questions. Sure, he hadn't actually asked any yet, but that was what everyone did when they first blinked in, right? "It's called the Paradox House, people appear and disappear randomly, you'll eventually be sent back to your own world but no time will have passed there, and the rooms over there-" she waved her hand at the doorway, "-can have anything in them. Uhh..." She hadn't really done this before. "I think that's everything?"
(sorry for the late reply!)
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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 14, 2019 9:52:32 GMT -5
As Maladict transformed, Hector inhaled a breath of surprise; in his world, only the gods could transform at will. The man watched the bird fly away, genuinely quite impressed at Maladict's talent. Something tugged at the back of Hector's mind. Stories of gods disguised as beggars. Surely Maladict was just another blinker... But then again he had just turned into a bird.
Hector didn't have much time to contemplate, since the room took a turn for the worse. Dressed in a simple civilian's tunic, Hector didn't have his sword on him for a change. Apparently the House liked to throw curveballs. And actually, Hector wasn't sure if a sword would even affect bubbles. He did have a bronze dagger, though, and he drew it from the leather sheath. It was better than nothing. Retreating in these bubbles would have been impossible, even if Hector's pride would have allowed him to do so. The warrior held the blade horizontally in front of himself, adjusting his stance so he was looming agressively over the dog.
"Stay back." He growled at the dog as it snarled soundlessly. He caught sight of a bird of prey swooping at the magpie. Hopefully Maladict would be able to outmanuver it in the maze of floating bubbles.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 14, 2019 14:15:00 GMT -5
Ougi- Hallway
Ougi watched The Archanist trot up to the doors like a kid in a candy store, finally acknowledging him. The Doctor’s friendliness was jarring when directed at Hook. There was a reason she avoided engaging The Doctor since the blinker showed up here—she seemed far too amicable to Ougi. Amicable, but savvy enough not to be deceived in some enjoyable way. She scoffed as the pirate’s pace took him ahead, and walked forward casually with her skirt and hair flowing behind. He knew well enough he had no choice of who went with him into a room, regardless of what he might say. One hand traveled up to her chin, the cloth of her sleeve tapping her mouth as she glanced wistfully between Hook and The Archanist. She had always wondered if the person who opened the door had some sort of influence on what the room would be. She had seen Hook rooms in the past. At that thought, she danced to the side of Hook and put out one foot, as subtly as she could, in front of him to catch his ankle and trip him. Give the newbie a chance to pick a room, why don’t we?
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 14, 2019 16:00:21 GMT -5
(I didn't know what to put for the monster room- sorry. I'll definitely respond tomorrow though.)
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Post by Sησω on Jul 14, 2019 17:03:39 GMT -5
[[ Timewarped Living Room || Eliyen || Sησω ]]
Eliyen looked up when she heard another voice, her eyes widening slightly as they landed on the blinker who'd spoke. She blinked a couple of times and let out a low whistle before looking at her drink again as if questioning whether its contents could be to blame for what she was seeing. Shaking her head, she set the tankard back on the table and returned her gaze to the giant pink dragon. It sort of it made sense for a dragon to be in the House... she'd seen stranger things there before... Sort of. "Hey," she said, lowering her hood as she watched the dragon. He seemed to be new to the House. Eliyen didn't really know much about the place herself but she figured she should try answering his questions. Sure, he hadn't actually asked any yet, but that was what everyone did when they first blinked in, right? "It's called the Paradox House, people appear and disappear randomly, you'll eventually be sent back to your own world but no time will have passed there, and the rooms over there-" she waved her hand at the doorway, "-can have anything in them. Uhh..." She hadn't really done this before. "I think that's everything?"
(sorry for the late reply!)
The Arcanist | Timewarped Living RoomThe Arcanist floated closer to the blinker on the couch. What Eliyen had said intrigued him, but there was one thing in particular that had caught his attention. "You imply that beings come here from multiple worlds. Is this true?" While she did resemble a couple creatures from his world such as maren and centaurs, she didn't look exactly like anything he'd known of. Was she really a creature from the cosmos? And if his theory was right, then this place must also be alien.
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Post by Sησω on Jul 14, 2019 17:37:42 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?" Philomel | AU RoomFlandre's reply didn't help Philomel in their confusion, despite that answer being the one they expected. The dragon shook their head as a piece of their long mane fell into their face. The breed change still felt weird. "It's gonna take a while to get used to all this fur," they quietly spoke, though the only part they were really worried about was being unable to fly and the fact that their clan might not recognize them. As the vampire lifted into the sky, the dragon was entranced by her wings. The shiny crystals reminded them of the items they liked to collect. "Woah, that's pretty cool!" they commented, tail moving up and wagging.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 14, 2019 19:29:32 GMT -5
Touka - Living Room
“And...they’re going in a room. Of course they are,” said Touka, pinching the bridge of her nose as Hook set off towards the hall, the small army of newbies trailing after him like ducklings as he went. Why was it that despite her best efforts to avoid the rooms, despite never recommending them to anyone, she always ended up in them anyway, surrounded by masses of confused new blinkers? Maybe she was cursed or something. “Well...babysitting duty it is,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head. Then, she took several steps towards the group. “Hey!” she shouted, waving her arms to get their attention. “Yeah, you! New kids! Can I have your attention for just a sec?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 14, 2019 19:45:52 GMT -5
Izaya slowed as he entered the hallway, his eyes widening at the sight of the countless doors, each one identical in every way. He kept walking slowly until he was a couple feet away from the others, then stopped. His eyes failed before the hall ended, and when he reached out and touched the wall, it felt as rough and real under his fingers as any elderly building did. He’d seen enough of them to know a fake when he saw it, and this.... A small smile curled his lip. Then he started to laugh, first softly, then loudly as he turned back to face the others, his face split into a huge grin as he surveyed his companions on this adventure. “It really is alive!” He shouted gleefully, and spread his arms so that his hands were flat against each opposite wall. “And what a personality it is, too! I can’t wait to see more, I can’t wait to see everything!” His brown eyes flicked to the girl he’d earlier dismissed, and he found his mood was too good to do so again. “Eh? What is it? You’re not going to warn me about how dangerous it is here, are you?”
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Post by Numquam on Jul 14, 2019 20:00:33 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 ) "I can patch it up tonight whenever I return. It's not the first time I would have to." Julius wasn't entirely bothered by it, just more annoyed than anything. It was an easy fix, stitching up clothes wasn't particularly difficult. "Eh? You think so?" No one has ever described his magic as being cool before. Everyone was often scared of it and would rather not have to deal with it. He didn't exactly blame them for that. "It's an easy way to kill people, but I don't use it much." He preferred using his bare hands or his legs for that for whatever reason, even though his magic provided a less messy way of dealing with his enemies. "Whatever that shockwave was was impressive too." Julius finally looked to Astolfo. "I've never heard of an attack that can temporarily ruin your hearing." It was kind of like a bomb in a way, but with magic. That sounded useful. He could imagine it could cause someone to panic, depending on what kind of fighter they were. He almost wished he had that ability, and had to wonder if the old man could do something of the sort. He then grinned, "I like your griffon. It reminds me of a young dragon back home."
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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 14, 2019 20:28:07 GMT -5
Enjolras remembered back to the face painting room where he and Touka had the task of wrangling newbies. Looks like they were at it again. Enjolras stepped into the hallway as everyone else filtered out, hoping the House would be content with the excitement of all the newbies and not need anything particularly deadly. As Touka took up the job of a proper introduction, Enjolras looked over at her and nodded once, offering silent support for if people refused to listen; he could offer a second voice.
As Izaya changed his mind, Enjolras quirked an eyebrow. "Well, that was quick."
That dude was going to have a problem in the House. The snarky eagerness to explore everything would probably get him thrown into a dangerous room sooner than later. Though, most people ended up in a dangerous room eventually, Enjolras figured. So he didn't feel any deep annoyance towards the newbie.
| "Hook set off towards the hall, the small army of newbies trailing after him like ducklings as he went." Rain I'm crying at that mental picture. |
| Also oof low muse post sorry about that |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 14, 2019 23:55:57 GMT -5
Timewarped Living Room Kelsier blinked in, his gray mistcloak in the act of slipping from his shoulders. He snatched it back on as as he realized where he was. Did things blink out with you when you left? He frowned, uncertain, but he didn’t really want to test it out with his cloak, not when they were kind of hard to come by. Besides, he was not telling Docks he’d managed to lose it. The man would never shut up again. He turned, and apprehension fluttered in him for the first time as he realized he was alone. “Come on, I hate surprise parties....” He muttered, half to the House, a quarter to himself, and a quarter because maybe someone invisible had blinked in? You never knew.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 15, 2019 0:07:33 GMT -5
(@ clo - so is Hook lmao
Hook could hear the crowd shuffling after him, his eyes rolling when Ougi began to follow after him. He had no intention of starting up conversation even as she caught up with him, though apparently neither did she. His eyes dead set in front of him so he could pretend she wasn’t there; he was oblivious of her extended foot. Thankfully, he had the ability to catch himself before falling to his palms, but the stumble was rather chaotic with the second nosy scuff of his boots of the blink. Breathless, he faced Ougi I surprise - throwing up his arms in an upset fit of sorts, though he mostly seemed baffled by the petty act. “Are you-“ but he failed to finish before before Touka addressed the crowd. He turned to look at her for a moment before advancing deeper into the hall backwards. “Have fun with them you two,” he called over the crowd. He glanced back at Ougi harshly before turning back forward and making a second attempt to trudge off - this time keeping an eye on his feet.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 15, 2019 0:09:05 GMT -5
Orpheus appeared, a rapturous expression on his face. He was grinning at something someone in his world had said, but his smile only faded a little bit once he noticed the House. At first he glanced around as though either L or Arno were hiding somewhere in the room. Instead, he found himself met with someone knew. Someone who looked a little bit more uncertain than either L or Arno had been. Arno because he had obviously believed the House was a dream, and L because he had been coming long enough to have all of the ropes figured out. Although Orpheus doubted the man before him now was new, he could tell that there wasn't that same level of experience. He lifted his hand from where it had been resting on the strings of his guitar, as though he had just stopped a chord before blinking in. With one fluid motion, the guitar soon rested on his back rather than at his front. "Hello," he greeted softly.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 15, 2019 0:21:25 GMT -5
Kelsier turned quickly as someone spoke, though not because he was surprised that someone had appeared out of thin air. He’d gotten used to that. It just...still managed to startle him, sometimes. It was a young man with a kind of musical instrument he’d never seen before resting on his back. He didn’t look particularly rich or poor, which was another thing the Mistborn wasn’t completely used to yet, because normal was one or the other. “Hey.” He returned the greeting and offered the stranger an easy smile, one eyebrow quirked up with interest. The other man didn’t look totally new, but he didn’t exactly look seasoned either. In fact, he almost looked a little too small and breakable to exist here. Not the he was jusding based on that. He’d seen plenty of “fragile” people do the impossible when they were desperate enough, “My name’s Kelsier. Who are you?”
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 15, 2019 0:31:01 GMT -5
Orpheus returned Kelsier's smile easily. He had found companionship with those who managed to smile despite everything the world threw at them, and it was nice to find something so familiar here, in a place that was so far distant from his world that he couldn't even begin to comprehend it. Kelsier looked... well, he looked unlike anything Orpheus had ever seen, but that wasn't a bad thing. He seemed to be tough, but Orpheus was never sure when he made that call if he was correct. Toughness could appear in thousands of different forms, couldn't it? "Orpheus," he replied after a moment, holding a hand out to shake. He didn't know if it would be proper etiquette to ask Kelsier where he was from, but honestly he was intrigued. Yet L hadn't asked him that many questions about his world, and he hadn't volunteered much about his own, so perhaps asking about where people came from was taboo. Of course Orpheus wouldn't know until he tried, but he didn't want to risk a friendship this early on just by breaking some unspoken rule about this place. "Pleasure to meet you Kelsier," he said instead, his smile returning but this time perhaps a little more shy.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 15, 2019 0:41:26 GMT -5
Kelsier’s smile deepened as it was returned, surprise flickering behind his hazel eyes. If it was reciprocated at all, it was usually hesitant, uncertain and certainly not genuine. But Orpheus meant it. He could tell it was real, as real as his own. And it felt like an unexpected gift felt. “Pleasure’s all mine, Orpheus.” He replied lightly, taking the hand and giving it a firm, confident shake. The boy seemed both bold and shy, and as he let the hand go he realized there was something else odd about him. “How long have you been coming here?” He asked curiously, but respectfully. It seemed like he was a seasoned blinker, but the Mistborn’s gut said he was quite new, which was...weird. Why wasn’t he acting more confused then? He wasn’t going to pry, though, even if he did want to. Maybe if they did a room they’d learn more - or maybe you should be a decent person and not wish for that, Kel. he scolded himself.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 15, 2019 0:51:48 GMT -5
Orpheus glanced down at their momentarily clasped hands, giving Kelsier's a firm shake in return. His hand was surprisingly soft given the callouses he'd built up in order to play properly, but it was obvious he had done at least a little bit of hard work in his lifetime. Yet he relied mostly on his music to carry him through and pay the bills when earning enough to even eat wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind. "This is my third time," he murmured, glancing around again as though there was something he'd missed last time he'd blinked into this room and L had been here. L had been most helpful in understanding a lot of things, but the truth was, there was so much more that Orpheus had questions about that he would much prefer to learn by experience. Though he was grateful for the warning that things weren't fair here. Not like he'd hoped. "Is it that easy to tell I'm new?" he asked with a soft chuckle, his dark eyes lifting to meet Kelsier's lighter ones. For whatever reason... well, he felt more comfortable here than he would have admitted. There was something running deep through the House, something that seemed to call to Orpheus ever so softly. Perhaps it was the trail of the people who had walked in this room before. Or perhaps it was just his imagination.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 15, 2019 0:59:44 GMT -5
Third time. Kelsier’s eyes widened a bit at that revelation. He’d guessed at least fifth, probably more, but third? Why was he so calm? And why was he not peppering anyone within earshot with question, like Kelsier himself had done for the first few times he’d been dragged here. “Honestly? You’re almost scary calm right now.” He told him, a boyish grin taking out any unintended sting in the words. “I would have thought you were more experienced than I was, you seem so comfortable. Third blink, I was still getting over the whole idea of this being real.” Maybe he was just being polite? He had to have questions, unless someone had done an insanely good job of explaining this thing. “I’ve been coming here for a while now, and while I’m far from the most experienced I would be happy to answer any questions you have, and explain what I can.” He hesitated. But it was relevant, so he went ahead and asked it. “By the way, have you been in any rooms yet?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 15, 2019 2:10:28 GMT -5
(Swear I'll reply tomorrow! I just got back and I am ... so tired. Love ya all! Looking forward to reading what's up. Replies should start showing up 10-ish my time. <3 )
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 15, 2019 8:31:26 GMT -5
Orpheus shrugged. He had seen plenty of things that he had doubted the reality of, but so far the House seemed as real as possible, and so far it hadn't posed any threat to him. He had heard that people died, of course, and that bad things happened, but he would continue to see the good bits of this place until something like that happened to him. Even then, he would remain calm just to fight back against whatever unfair laws were set up here. "Truth is I'd rather figure things out for myself," Orpheus shrugged. "I got a decent explanation when I was here last about the dangers of this place and more or less how it works, but I'm not really sure I have any other questions that have an answer, if you know what I mean." He looked around, almost smiling to himself at the sheer number of mysteries this place held. "And now, I haven't. L said a lot of them were dangerous, that people died. But he also said they weren't all like that, so... I have been wanting to test my luck."
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 15, 2019 8:32:01 GMT -5
Ougi - Hallway
The student cast an intense glance at Izaya upon hearing his excitement. She had the same idea as Enjolras: that Izaya was going to get stranded in a room quickly, or worse be killed in one with no one around to know. Then again, those were probably thoughts others believed to be true about her when she appeared in the Paradox House. She started to wonder if Izaya really was human at all. Ougi’s shoulders rose when Touka called to the newbies, and she glanced back in her direction before returning her attention to the tripped pirate. It was difficult to frustrate her, but a twinge of irritation did pass over her face when she saw that Hook was conceding and marching off. The expression was hastily replaced with a smile as she followed—it was as though she were advertising her satisfaction about it to him. In reality, the satisfaction that should have come from tripping him was destroyed on the spot when Touka distracted her. “S-Sorry,” she said. Even if she did mean it, it would be hard to believe based on the many times she didn’t mean it. Ougi followed Hook like a stray dog, complete with looking up at him and then away toward the walls or something on the ground again. She put her fists up like a boxer to him, her extra portions of sleeve dangling. “I always thought you were more of the ‘fight back’ kind of type,” she inquired.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 15, 2019 9:11:06 GMT -5
Kelsier wasn’t sure how to respond to him. Mostly because he wasn’t used to being the less relaxed person in a House conversation. Well, not exactly less relaxed. Less optimistic, maybe. He was used to fighting with a genuine smile and proving to the world that he wasn’t broken, but Orpheus seemed to take that concept and run with it. Not only did he prove that he was whole, it didn’t even seem hard for him to believe there was real good in this place he couldn’t possibly understand. He was either incredibly brave or incredibly naive. Kelsier chose to believe the former. “That might be the best response to that question I’ve heard here.” He answered with a chuckle in his tone, and tilted his head, a half smile tugging the left side of his mouth up. “Yeah, I probably couldn’t really answer any of your questions, but people usually ask anyway so I thought I’d ask,” He expression twitched, not exactly grim, but a little heavier. Rooms. “Yeah...I don’t know L, but he’s right. The rooms are no joke.” Especially when they make you tear secrets deep from your chest, for example. “But they aren’t all bad. Just like the House. Some of them...” the butterfly room flashed behind his hazel eyes and his half smile deepened. “ some of them are incredible.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 15, 2019 12:16:36 GMT -5
Touka - Living Room
Satisfied that she’d gotten the attention of the crowd, Touka stood tall, trying to keep her voice loud enough to be heard over all the micro-conversations that were still going on in the background. Momentarily, she wondered when she’d signed up to be the House preschool teacher. “Alright - so you’re about to go into a room, and for most of you, I probably can’t stop you. But I do need you to know that the man leading you isn’t telling you the whole story. When we - when any of us who have been here a long time say rooms are dangerous, we don’t mean the kind of dangerous where you break your arm, or get a nosebleed. When we say dangerous, we mean deadly. People have been killed in rooms, and some of them - some of us - probably wish we had been. The House is not a kind entity. It doesn’t care about you, it just wants to experiment on you - it wants to see how you’ll react in the most extreme of conditions. So if you have family - loved ones, a spouse, a child, a best friend - and you don’t want them to have to live life without you, don’t go in a room, because that’s what you’ll be risking, and no less. I need you all to understand that before you even think about setting foot in that hallway.” She took a breath, and fell silent. Now, she could only hope her message would get through - and if not, at least she tried her best.
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Post by Auransky on Jul 15, 2019 13:42:21 GMT -5
The Monster Room : So Many Choices, so Little Time The Mob, and Yard continued pressing after Sky and Enjolras. Given the intense level of fog, the group pursuing this group of runaway blinkers fired blindly into the allyway. They fired blindly to the point that they were unaware about the barrier Sky had set up ony seconds ago. But that didn't stop them from firing, s their bullets made contat with something, unknowingly the barrier. The bullets fired, hitting the barrier. As each bullet came into contact with the barrier, they flew left, right, up. A few others crumpled upon impact, dropping like flies. Several others hit at high impact, that they reflected backwards, targeting back the same individuals who fired. The bullets that whizzed back, shot across the pursuers skin, cutting and bruising them in the process. Many in the group dropped, letting out puffs of pain, as blood seeped to the ground. To the others who put up with the pain, or somehow avoided getting hit by their own bullets-they continued on. Though now it was down to a group of four, rather then the initial dozen. The flaming horse made its way past the massive angry group, and even past the remaining four. Each step the horse took, was let with a visible flame on the ground. The horse neighed, its tail engulfed in fire flapping against the the wind. Some sparks flew off, into the stone, some landing into puddles, others making its way onto wooden surfaces, or metal and other sorts of surfaces creating a spark in its trail aside from its flaming footsteps. The horse shattered the barrier created by Sky. It shattered it like a rock would to glass. Its steps piercing the cobble below it. It pursued getting closer and closer, till it was within few of the blinkers. It herd Enjolras trying to call out to it. The words Ho, Ho-eassy seemed to have set it off. It let out a terrible cry, which was a combination of a horses neigh, and a screech that was pitched enough to shatter glass. The pitchh echoed through the halls, giving off a decent distance in miles in terms of being herd. The chains closest to the mummy, were getting louder. They dragged behind, ocassionally clanking against one another, every other second. The fog was very think, making anything up ahead too difficult to see. When Kid called out, the chains stoppped briefly. Aside from the sound of a terrible screech in the far distance, screams, shattering, and what appeared to be massive chuckns of concrete falling to the ground; the chains had completely gone silent. After a brief silence of the chains, the sound of chains continued; this time much closer. And before long a shadowy outline, about seven feet tall made its way towards the mummy, at a very slow rate. The chains, once in few-were clanking against the ground, and appeared to be dragged from the air. The outline, once in close proximity had a black cloak, strained by chains, and was hovering above the ground, given its lack of feet. It moved at a slow pace, perhaps as slow if not slower then the mummy. Its black claok was engulfed by chains, being dragged by the figure. On the Northwestern side of town, the Vicar, the Widow, The Round man , and the two volunteers continued pressing on. However, the two volunteers had started to fall beind, due to the Doctor being dragged. The woman with the whip stopped qnd turned. “Why so slow?” She raised a questionable brow. She wasn’t happy with their slowdown. “Sorry mam’ but he” One of the volunteers yanked the arm of the doctor, “Won’t cooperate.” He explained the slowdown. The other man yanked the other arm of the doctor, “I’d say we end him here. Why we need to go to hellfire-” He couldn’t finish his word, as the woman wrapped her whip around his neck. He let go of the doctor, both of hiss hands trying to remove the whip wrapped around him. “If we do t here, he’ll come back.” She emphasized. “We need to end this now.” She added. “Now that the church has located the source, we must end this repeated cyccle of endless death.-” She bent forwrrd forcefully as the man stepped back against the force. She didn’t likeee it, so with some kind of inhumane source-she launched the man up in the air, releasing him from the whip. No longer feeling his force fighting back, she bent one knee to rebalnce herself. The other man was silent. The round man looked up, blinking in surprise. Unable to see throgh the fog, he still expected the man to come back down. The most he was launched was ten feet at best. And yet-he didn’t come back. And then, a scream broke out from the air. The vicar blinked, looking back at the four. “Leave now, his fate has been sealed!” He warned. “They are above us!” He warned, not sure what it was. It was the giant spiders who had created webs between the allies. The man who was thrown up, was caught in the massive webs like a fly.. All that could be herd was multiple screams, bloodfilled cries coming from tthe foggy night sky. On the Northern side of town, the horse engulfed in flames continued pursuing after Enjolras, and Sky. It noticed the group up ahead had stopped-not voluntary, and so the creature took its chance. It lept into the sky, its hoofs increased in flames. Its eyes glowed, as it intented to land on the group which had stopped, unknowingly aware of the spell circle situatied. Up ahead the sound of buzzing grew even louder. The sound of buzzing not only grew louder, but closer. Despite the fog making everything difficult to see, There was a strange blob outline that could be spotted faintly. Now aside from the buzzing, there was faint flapping in the sky-and closer did it get. It got close to the point to that the blob, was flapping in various directions within the shape. And then-in view, the hornets nest could be seen. Returning to the northwestern side of town, there was now only one volunteer dragging the doctor at full force. With his co-anchor now lost-it was his job to secure the traitor would reach hellfire. Of course, he didn’t want to go to hellfire-it ws the most disgraceful place to go. Fuethermore, the fact that the church warned against it, as it was obviously taboo, but seeing the other man-a neighbor, reccently wed now absent-he wasn’t sure what to do. He looked down at the doctor who forcefully followed-keeping hiss head down the entire time. Should he comply, or flee the scene? Knowng he was going to enter Hellfire with the presence of the church, felt assuring but what if god? What if the entity he cherrished and looked up to saw the entry into hellfire as bad, reguardless of the situation? Was he ready to staiin his hands? Perhaps… but his own family? How bad would they suffer if he stepped foot into hellfire? Back in the the town square, the unarmed crowd was running in panic. They couldn’t find any other opportunity to overcome the dragon. They were unarmed, and after throwing scraps from the square-there was nothing else they could do. Furthermore the dragon had started walking-and this led the unamed people to flee. The yard continued attacking with their weapons, quickly retreating in every instance that the dragon blindfully started walking The yard was accompanied by the mob, who unlike the crowd, were armed aand tooo assulting the dragon Some of the mob members had harpoons, launching the sharp pointed end towards the drragon, as a fishermen would to the fish in the water. The harpoons launched, and landed along the lower legs of the dragoon, like needles in a haystack. Suddenly-the ground started to rumble, more theen it already was due to the eleven headed dragon’’s footsteps.. The rumbling was more freequent, and the ground even vibrated from both the North and the South. Thee fog was still thick, but the vibrations could be felt from two directions. Then, a faint outline could barely be seen approaching from the south. It was aroud twenty feet, still shorter then the dragon, but clearly as tall as the majroity of the buildings. It walked on all four legs, and had a spikey head. Along its shoulders, emitted emitted blue flames, and its large rugged tail nearly destroyed the buildings as it walked through the allyways. The outline of the second presence, followed by the presence of the mighty dragon drove the unarmed people to panic. They ran trying to escape the mayhem, fleeing the scene and leaving the yard and mob left to fend for themselves. In a few instances, it sounded like misfortune landed a few-as they accidentally ran under the feet of either thee dragon or the four legged reptilian outline. The four legged twenty foot creature shook the ground sending a warnig shock wave towards the square. Then it opened its massive mouth, and screetched into the night, with blue flames bursting from its reptilian shoulders. The creature was a bassalisk, a young one at best-but its yellow beedy eyes, shot towards the eleven heads. With its right paw it rasped the ground, taking a few people with it, as it prepared to launch itself at the dragon. After a few rasps it launched forward, jumping with a tackle headfirst to knock it off its feet. On the outskirts of town, to the far northwest - away from the walls and allies. Their was an old rock stone cobble and nearly decrepted church. Their was many yard members on site, accompanied by priests, and bishops who all carried a cross and bible at hand. They awaited for the guest to arrive, in order to enter hellfire. At the end of the current ally that Sky and Enj were traveling on the northside of town, the path turned sharply 90% degrees. Going right at the end of the ally meant walking right into the incoming angry hornets. Going back down south, meant walking into the Flaming horse, and mob. There was a ladder, at the end of the ally leading up to the rooftops. Given the fog's intense level, the ladder leading up looked to lead to nowhere due to poor visibility, but in actuality it led to the rooftop where giant porcupines were just roaming freely. At the end of the alleyway, before turning right, there was a metal manhole cover that was open entirely, with stairs leading to the underground sewage line. Unlike the porcupines on the rooftop, there was nothing underneath. The fog was somewhat more controlled underneath , except it was pitch dark-given the lack of light placed under, and the fog covering any natural light that could enter. Town Square: Anika, Yard, Mob, Bassalisk, Flaming Tree
Northern Side of Town: Sky , Enj, Yard, Mob, flaming horse, incoming hornets nest
North West side of town : Round man, vicar, volunteers, guest in chains, woman with whip , giant spiders and already set webs that are past the 6 foot mark
West of town: Kid, Reaper
East of town: Unarmed survivers fleeing
South of town, Bassalisk entering the town square
Northwester Outside of Town: Old abandoned decrept church, full of Yard and Church members.
Note: The screetch of the Horse can be herd faintly from the town Square, but can be herd clearly from the west of town. The screetch from the Bassalisk can be herd clearly from the west , and north of town Outside of town = away finally past the town limits. Can reach this area by turning north, if you are currently going west. Or, turning west if you are currently going North. What you were (not) waiting forBreaking PointFog Levels IncreasingWelcome
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 15, 2019 16:41:32 GMT -5
The Doctor | Now in a very Crowded Hallway So much was happening that The Doctor was struggling to keep up. This was a bit new, since she felt she could usually keep up with everything. Standing tall, she looked around. The Arcanist was still there, large body and ... hand? ... still on a doorknob. Hook was walking away even after Ougi had tried to trip him. Then there was just various other things happening within the group that was making this all rather difficult. Mainly the fact that one member - Hook - was trying very hard just to go off on his own. The Doctor paused long enough to hear what Touka had to say, more as insight then deterrent, though her stomach still tossed a bit at the fact that these rooms were at least as dangerous as traveling with her. Then she turned, trotting at a much faster speed then Hook, and completely passed them. Then she stopped midway down the hallway, looking ever so slightly awkward with her head tilted to the side as she looked between him and Ougi. "Oy," she said, even her voice seeming a bit hesitant. Not because she didn't know what she was doing but because she didn't know if it was going to work. But her confidence was back full force on her next words. "Look, I know that you clearly don't get along with the resta the group. But I really don't think it's a good idea just to go rushing off." She half glanced at Ougi, the same curiosity for this blinker still crouching behind her eyes. "Wont the room just be the same regardless of which door you enter? I've been in a couple and they just seem to run through till the end. I hadn't heard of ones which run the same time as others. So wouldn't it just be easier to go through the same door and with the same group." Then her eyes cast a look at Hook and she added, "Plus you seem to have a bad footing with two blinkers." Maybe three if you counted Ougi. "But that doesn't mean that the new ones would be the same. Yes?"
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 15, 2019 17:50:52 GMT -5
(Thank you!) Sky backed away from the horse as it screeched. She was terrified, but beneath that was a sliver of grim righteousness. Knew it, she thought despite herself. "Aguamenti!" She gasped, but only a couple of droplets spurted out of her wand. They turned into steam before they even touched the flames. She cursed quietly. Before the horse hit them, Sky turned around. She swapped her wand hand, to her wounded one. Then, she yelled, "Protego Totalus!" This spell actually did work- it was stronger than the one from before, yet, as the horse came down, cracks began to appear. Sky let out another, faint gasp- her wrist had cracked again, only this time more softly. It still hurt though. She took a few more deep, shaky breaths, before turning to Enjolras. "We can't wait around; the sheild's going to break any moment. Which way are we going?"
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