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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 20, 2019 18:23:31 GMT -5
"No!" gasped Myrnin, leaping forward as if to go help Sandalphon. By fortune or misfortune, Elliot had moved at the wrong time and Myrnin ran into him. The small kid might have bowled over Hange with his new found strength, but Elliot was a bit different. Myrnin looked a bit panicked, looking between Elliot and Hange who seemed to be ... okay with this? He didn't understand. He didn't understand and he still felt weird. The world seemed to come crashing in around him and he had no power to stop it. He wrapped his arms around his chest and dipped his head, shoulders shaking as he started to cry. He just ... he didn't ... It was too much. And everything felt too heavy on him.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 20, 2019 19:02:01 GMT -5
The young leader's cheerful demeanor dropped a bit as Hange continued, unable to hide the concern creeping onto his face. "If he was making any attempts to come off as friendly, it was all a ploy." He said to them with a apologetic shake of his head. "That's a known tactic of his, pretending to be amicable until he gets what he wants. Then, as soon as he does..." The fact that the kid was actually worried about the Primarch made him feel sick, although the feeling wasn't directed at Myrnin. How could anyone bring themselves to try and manipulate people like this, especially right after they had just crash landed and were probably terrified?
One of the civilians shared a few brisk words with Hange, before splitting away from the group. The leader debated on calling after him, but held off. The older man looked like he could handle himself just fine, plus the plains were safe enough at the moment, so he left him alone. Maybe he just wanted to go make sure the Rouge Primarch was gone or something, even if the other members of the crew had already done so.
Taking a few more steps after the rest of his party, "Well, shall we head back?" He asked the blinkers, turning to point behind him at the city across the plains. "It looks far, but the trip goes fast once we start moving."
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Elliot's destination, the hillside where the one sided battle had taken place was quiet now, the attack squad having already left the area. Discarded ammo casings littered the ground, along with some multi-colored feathers that still ebbed with elemental magic. Here and there, patches of green grass were stained a similar shade as the red sky.
One thing stood out however...
A single large white feather was gently floating down from the sky. It gave off a soft warm glow, as if to offer reassurance to anyone who looked upon it.
Good, the skyfarers and other blinkers had moved out of sight and wouldn't notice anything...
A few seconds later, the sound of wingbeats came from overhead and a figure bearing three pairs of pure white wings emerged from the clouds. One might have expected a being like this to be graceful, but his decent was far from such.
In fact judging from his face, he almost looked ready to...
Sandalphon went careening over Elliot and quickly set down on the edge of the island. The angel fell to his hands and knees and leaned over the lands rim, using his wings to hide himself from Elliot's view. Despite this attempt at sparing himself the embarrassment, it was quite apparent what was happening.
He was 'tossing his cookies' so to speak...
All the air action he'd been through had finally gotten to him. The quick flight to escape the last room, spiraling around trying to avoid incoming fire, then falling through empty sky for awhile... Meanwhile, being in a nightmare version of his world didn't do much to help either.
Once he had managed to compose himself, Sandalphon folded his wings back and slowly got to his feet. When he turned back towards Elliot, it was obvious he was struggling to keep his face from turning beet red. "A-aplogies for that display." It was awkward enough when this kind of thing happened around the crew, but for the Supreme Primarch to lose his lunch in front of a stranger? How shameful.
After today, he was pretty sure his pride was going to come away more damaged then his physical form could ever be...
Now that he was no busy longer flying around in the air, the rough condition of his body was visable. To put it simply, he looked like he had been used as some giant beast's chew toy. Most of his wounds were minor enough to enough to be ignored and were already starting to close. Except the large gap in his chest, which the angel was currently holding a hand over. Had any normal human received a hit like that, it would have been a miracle if they survived, but to a Primarch it was a minor nuisance.
"Heh. I must make a sorry sight." Sandalphon managed to crack a half-smile at Elliot, turning away again to spit blood onto the grass besides him. "Not one of my best moments, but it accomplished what I meant it to. Now those Skyfarers will put their full attention towards helping the others out, instead of running around worrying if I'll be coming to attack the city. If we're lucky, maybe the rest of our group will figure out what's going on here."
The archangel let his gaze wonder towards Port Breeze city in the distance, red eyes narrowing in slight frustration. "Shame I didn't get another chance to consult with them before they left, I could have suggested a few good places to start or people to keep an eye out for when they get there." While there wasn't much could be done about that now, there was something else that made him curious. "What about you? How come you didn't join them?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 20, 2019 19:04:47 GMT -5
(going to use arlo for now but i might switch her for eliyen later) "-don't want to stay longer than we need to, it's not really safe here," Arlo said from behind her notebook as she appeared leaning against a doorframe. She looked up, recognizing the change in her surroundings, and turned to look around what she'd at first thought was an empty room. The room was not empty, nor was it a room. She had blinked into the hallway this time and the woman from the medieval castle kitchen room was standing near the entrance. "Oh hey," she said, trying to remember her name. Had she ever actually said? All she remembered was that she was a doctor and had been the only person who had any idea what they'd been doing in that room. "Did that thing with the recipe actually work? I blinked out before it was done."She notice that Hook- he'd somehow managed to stay alive while she'd been dead- and Ougi were a bit further down the hall but they seemed to be pretty focused on their conversation. The Doctor prided herself in the fact that she didn't jump when Arlo blinked in. Her eyes did widen a bit, however, and she shifted so she was facing the other woman. "Yes it did," she confirmed. "It made a sort of mount for the gems. Then the room ended." She wondered how many rooms usually ended without all the blinkers. She'd blinked in several times into that room and for the most part had a 50% success rate of making it to the end of a room. "Did you go into any other rooms since then?" she asked.
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Post by Auransky on Jul 21, 2019 3:32:35 GMT -5
Elliot almost smiled at the salute and vocal confirmation of Hange taking charge of their situation. Hange seemed like the type of individual you could leave in charge of a task. Granted-leaving in charge, and committing were two different things. But Walking onwards away from the group, he raised a hand to acknowledge indirectly that he herd them. Walking further away from the group, he felt some relief rush through. It was the kid's mixed emotions that were playing with him, and yet he couldn't pinpoint why. Was he foreign to being around children? or was his tolerance level just beyond the grave? He closed his eyes tightly walking on, this was an issue to be delt on his own time. Elliot reached the hillside, slowing down to observe his surroundings. The smell of gunfire was still in the air. Silently he paced on, continuously turning his head to look around, his bare feet pacing along the ruffling grass. He slowed his steps, feeling a magical signature only a few inches away. Turning his head down, he spotted some multi-colored feathers. He raised a curious brow, recalling the feathers summoned by Sandalphon. He had almost bent down to reach for the feathers, only to stop and force himself back at the sight of blood on the nearby grass. He twitched an eye, turned his head then proceeded to instead follow the colorful feathers. Elliot walked past every feather, indirectly collecting them using minor magic to gravitate them in the air. Spotting the white feather he stopped. The colorful feathers were gravitating behind him, yet the white one was already floating indicating a source of power outside of his own. His attention next turned towards the sky, where he heard the sound of flapping followed by a silhouette of an individual coming towards him. It was Sandalphon, and he looked just terrible. Who wouldn't after willingly taking fire, let alone the crash landing. Elliot stood silently, as the Primarch landed along the rim of the floating land, and shielded himself away. The colorful feathers, Elliot had collected were still floating in the air behind him, turning his head slightly back, his eyes flashed briefly red, dematerializing the colorful feathers he had collected. It appeared as the Primarch had composed himself-somewhat. Even from the still deathly air-it was apparent that the prideful being was hurt, on both a physical and emotional level. Elliot approached the edge of the rim, his bare feet coming crunching against the dry field. Without looking at Sandalphon, he seating himself along the edge glancing outwards. He didn't need to look at the man sitting beside him to see the wounds. He could taste it-the saltiness mixed with the physical damage, it was really distasteful. It was when Sandalphon spoke that he turned his head to give the other man his full attention. The laugh wasn't convincing but fine for the time being. He looked forward, then leaned forward to see the endless sky over the edge. "Stubborn" he softly muttered. Next, he sighed, shaking his head. " But, they took with them the Trojan horse." He referred to Hange, Myrnin. He leaned back now, away from the edge, his hands shifting against the crunchy dry grass, the tall leaves bristling against the bandages wrapped around his arms. "While this is a situation I can see myself carrying out with my own men-might I suggest you avoid death in the future." He indirectly complimented. "I have yet to meet the reapers of the afterlife. They don't exactly keep to their word." He pulled one leg away from the edge, the grass rasped against the bandages. "I doubt the city dwellers will heal you if we asked politely. Even less if I demanded it." He dipped his head forward and shrugged., "How comfortable are you in drinking blood?" he bluntly asked. "Vampiric blood, for healing purposes, nothing else. It will amplify your current healing abilities for the time being." he quickly elaborated, then raised a hand, waving the hand in a downwards diagonal as if snatching something. As his hands closed, there was a visible glass top, a small vile had materialized in his grip. "Granted, I need to provide it." He further added, his tone softening near the end.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 22, 2019 0:19:42 GMT -5
Mini Myrnin | Au Room Even Elliot's departure really didn't calm the small boy down. For all he knew, Sandalphon was dead and Elliot had just left them. It seemed to hard to move and search for comfort from Hange. They seemed too far away. Instead, he tried to breath, but it didn't really help. Instead, slim red lines fell down his cheeks and his hands clasped the fancy clothing he had over his chest. It hurt. Everything hurt. But he did, somehow, manage to move closer to Hange, pressing his face into the back of their brightly colored fur clothing.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 22, 2019 10:42:50 GMT -5
“Mm, I see,” said Hange as the man spoke once again, and it wasn’t a lie. They did see. Whatever things Sandalphon had once done in this world, they weren’t going to be convinced of his innocence in one short conversation. They’d seen the pity in his eyes. He thought they had been deceived. What shook them out of their internal dialogue was Myrnin crashing into their leg, and they felt a stab of guilt as they realized they’d failed to notice his emotional decline. There was no denying that they felt responsible for the boy. After all, he seemed to have chosen them as a sort of surrogate parent. The wisdom of that choice could be brought into question, but they were, of course, going to do their best to fill the role. “There, there,” they said, picking the vampire up and gently swinging him up so he was safely against their chest. The tears(red!) stained the white ruff of fur around their collar, but they didn’t mind that so much. “Don’t cry, it’s alright. Sandalphon can handle those humans - he’s an angel, after all, remember?” As they spoke, they began to walk, following along with the townspeople as they were led, slowly but surely, in the direction of what appeared to be a city. What awaited them inside, they couldn’t say, not without Sandalphon to guide them.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 22, 2019 15:35:38 GMT -5
"You're far from the first person I've had tell me that." The Supreme Primarch jested with the hints of smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. And truth be told, Elliot probably wouldn't be the last either. Be it for good or worse.
Trojan Horse? Another new mortal phrase, but it wasn't hard to guess what it meant. The plan had worked, now the pair just had to wait.
The archangel dismissed his wings once again and lowered himself into a relaxed sitting position, casually leaning back on with one arm propping him up from behind. The grass felt dry and rough, which when mixed with the lack of a breeze of any kind, made this version of Eingana feel completely alien. After all, the mainland was famous its rolling plans of lush grass and gentle winds. While the current setting didn't make for particularly good viewing, nonetheless he tried his best to get comfortable.
"Don't worry. If there had been any real danger of getting myself killed, I would have found an alternate solution." Which was true. While Sandalphon couldn't say he dreaded the day his time finally came, that didn't mean he was actively trying to get himself killed. There was someone waiting for him to return once that moment arrived, but he also had his own life to live first.
Even if he still missed that person dearly...
Getting lost in his own thoughts, the archangel completely missed Elliot mentioning something about reapers. He was staring off into the blood red sky with a mind full of old memories only he could see, the slightest sign of longing visable on his face. Suddenly he snapped back to the present, returning his attention back to the blinker next to him.
"And you would be right on both accounts." What sane person would want to help the monster that had destroyed their wor-... Actually, with Skydwellers you could never know for sure. Look at how quick the crew of the Grandcypher had been to try and befriend him, even after everything he'd done to them. Regardless, things were different this time. Sandalphon had his doubts they'd find anyone as friendly now.
In no way in the skies was he expecting the next thing to come from his fellow blinker's mouth. "E-excuse me?" He answered, utterly dumbstruck at what he'd just heard. What the hell kind of question was that? Giving Elliot the benefit of the doubt, he listened as he clarified what he meant.
Vampiric, that one word made everything click together and the long-standing question of what kind of creature Elliot was finally had an answer.
Vampires were not unheard of in the world Sandalphon came from, but they were extremely rare to the point that they were considered mythical. Most of them lived on a single island barely traversed by the other races of Skydweller, which only helped make them even more mysterious. Heck, if it hadn't been for the fact the Grandcypher's crew had both been to that island, and had a pair of Vampire siblings that traveled with them occasionally, Sandalphon would have been just as in the dark about their existence as any mortal.
Still, Elliot didn't have any physical resemblances to those other Vampires, lacking both their pointed ears and pair of small leathery wings that sat on top of their heads. Plus their culture was no where near as advanced as the one the other blinker came from. While one question had been answered, more only rose to take its place. Oh well, those could wait.
The Supreme Primarch quickly shook his head, dismissing the offer with a wave of his free arm. Magical healing properties or not, there was no way he could bring himself to consume such a thing and not risk a repeat of earlier. "I...appreciate the offer, but I think I'll decline. My own regeneration factor is perfectly sufficient."" He lowered his head and removed the hand still pressed over his chest. As it came away, there was something sitting in his palm. A golden bullet shell tinged red with archangel blood, which was almost as long as one of his fingers.
That explained why it had stung so much. This kind of ammo was normally reserved for the largest of monsters, like dragons or golems. Can't say he looked down on them for being prepared...
The skin around the projectile's entry point had already healed over, the only sign that anything had ever been there was a large dark bruise, which would soon be gone after the internal damage beneath had fully regenerated. Sadly, the same couldn't be said for the breastplate that had once protected the Primarch's torso. The metal was irreparably rent open both there and in a few other spots, exposing the body beneath, much to it's wearer's chagrin.
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"So... Have you all ever been to Port Breeze before?" Back with the other blinkers, the young crew leader tried to spark up some small talk. "Back before the Calamities, you could find almost anything here at the market. We had imported goods from all over Phantagrande, sometimes even from the skydoms over, like Oarlyegrande or Nalhegrande."
The group had almost arrived at the city's gates. Just as the leader had assumed it would, the trip had gone smoothly. Still, he was worried about the one Noble looking man who had wondered off on his own. As of yet, he had not returned. Perhaps after the rest of his charges had gotten comfortable, he could run back and check on the stranger.
Turning back towards Myrnin and Hange, "I bet you guys are starving." He gave them a reassuring grin. "There's a restaurant right off the main square I could guide you to if you'd like. The owner owes me a favor, so the food would on the house." He stopped just short of the archway that lead into the city. "Or if there's something else you need, we can stop at the Knickknack Shack first. I'm certain Siero would be willing to help you out." Waiting for the two to choose, the young human spun around and began to idly walk the rest of the way into their destination.
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Post by gig on Jul 22, 2019 21:13:28 GMT -5
(Heya! I think Falcon might've let everyone know that I'd be posting here.. I'm Strangelove/Celice and previously used the username ordinarymagician back in 2017. I hope this works out as a short introductory post, and congrats on the 1500 pages!)
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Post by strider on Jul 23, 2019 0:20:49 GMT -5
Another round of spilling his guts out did Dipper the favor to rub the back of his neck. Talking like that after pressing all the wrong buttons left him tangled with confusion. Once again he was left to a hollow sense of curiosity, he bit down his tongue sitting what was arguably a consequence of his doubts in others. There would always be this train of thought that wouldn't stop, if it did another would come back far dreadful than the last. If only the train could drag him out of this. "Um..you really...don't-" Hopelessly the words tangled seamlessly. The boy's head was messy enough as it is, the damage had been done. His hand hand't moved midway through the rest of middle of Will's hopeless lament. This time it didn't rub his hand, slowly sinking into his the soft skin at the base of his nape. "-don't have to know. If I told you it would rub you the wrong way - you'd hate me even more than you do now." Will frowned. Did it seem like he hated the boy in front of him? Sure, he was curious and confused and he couldn’t really get a good reading on Dipper, but he didn’t think he hated him. In fact, it sort of hurt that Dipper thought he did. He had gotten a bit confrontational, perhaps, but that was just because there seemed to be a fundamental difference in the way the two saw the world, and also the level of trust they had in adults. But just because Dipper didn’t trust adults didn’t mean that Will was inclined to hate him… in fact, it just made him want to be friends with the boy more so that there would be more people he could trust. Though he wouldn’t say that out loud. “I don’t think I could hate you unless you’ve done something really really bad, and… no offense, I don’t really think you’d be capable of doing something all that bad.” He gave a small smile. “But that doesn’t mean you need to tell me.”
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Post by strider on Jul 23, 2019 0:30:21 GMT -5
Orpheus frowned, slightly. He hadn't really meant to set himself up as different from anyone else in the House, but the truth was that if there were no answers, it would be useless to try and press for them. If there were answers, as there were bound to be, that nobody knew, then at some point they would be revealed. Perhaps that would take some cleverness and probably a huge deal of persuasion, but the kind of questions he had about the House couldn't be answered by anyone who had been there unless they had actively talked to the House. Orpheus didn't think that seemed likely... at least nobody had yet mentioned something like that happening. He turned his attention back to Kelsier's words, cluing in to the dismay he seemed to push away at the thought of rooms. There was something haunted in Kelsier's eye, though Orpheus didn't see it long enough to even really catch a glimpse. "I think I'd like to try one anyway," he admitted. "And if it hurts, or if it's dangerous... then..." he frowned, unsure how to verbalize what he felt. "Then I suppose I'll understand what it is we're dealing with." What it is we have to fight back against with every ounce of music and hope in our souls, he thought, but didn't say. L had been on board, but he didn't know if he would sound insane introducing the idea right now with Kelsier. "I... you don't have to answer, but what was the worst room you've been in?" Kelsier didn’t answer right away. He was thinking, about the rooms, yes, but also about this optimistic young man who’s thoughts seemed to echo his own. The House was dangerous? So was his world. The House wasn’t always kind? Nothing ever was. That didn’t mean you couldn’t see the color of the flowers. It didn’t mean you couldn’t smile and laugh, and give and trust as long as you could. Kelsier wasn’t naive; how could he be, after the life he’d led? But he believed that, just like in Allomancy, there was a push to every pull. A reaction to every action. The world was made out of opposites that were equally strong, so if there was cruelty, that only meant there was kindness. If there were tears, there was laughter. That’s how things worked. Still, when Orpheus said he wanted to go in a room, Kelsier found he didn’t want him to. He didn’t want anything to happen to the person standing in front of him, especially not a twisted room like the one he and Nico had endured together. But he knew it wasn’t his decision, and instead he silently promised to be by his side, come what may. ”The worst room?” Kelsier smiled, sadly this time. “I was with one other blinker. We went in and it was dark, with just a very bright light to show a table and two chairs, opposite each other. There were two pieces of paper, and on them....were questions.” He thought back. To the wild look in the demigod’s eyes, the pain that had been worst when the Mistborn wasn’t the one feeling it. “Personal questions. Hard questions. You didn’t answer, the room hurt you until you did. You didn’t ask, the room hurt you until you did. It was horrible...worse to see someone else’s life torn out than to spit out his own.” He gave a low, humorless laugh. “Still want to try one? I’m told that’s not the worst.” Orpheus listened, careful not to shy away. He wanted to. He wanted to turn tail and run the other way, but whether it was recklessness or bravery, he wasn’t going to just turn away and ignore the rooms that stretched out in front of him. They seemed to beckon, to call him forth to taste their danger for himself. The truth was that Orpheus didn’t want any more danger. He wanted to live in a world where good things just happened because they could, not because anyone made them happen. But that wasn’t his world and it didn’t seem like it was the House either. In his world, if you wanted good things, you made good things. It seemed that was the House’s way of operating as well. So Orpheus would face the worst the House had to throw at him just to get a glimpse of how much good he would need to help make to balance it out. To make a fair world, where just as much joy could be found as pain. Where at the end of every scream there was a held note of a song that was written to heal and make whole. He wouldn’t rest until he had made it even… that had been the promise he had made to himself after he had met L. Going into a room, however bad it may be, was just the first step. “I’m sorry you were forced to speak like that,” he whispered. “I’m sorry you were forced to see another hurt. This other blinker? Were they a friend?” He could imagine it would be far harder to see a friend hurt that way than a total stranger, but he felt his heart twist at the thought of either. He didn’t like to see people hurt in general. “I’ve been told people have died in rooms. Though I suppose in my world there are plenty of fates worth than death.” Like being forced to live when everything you care about had moved along… that was a fate that too many had suffered. But it was never going to happen to Orpheus. If you loved deeply and loved openly, then how could you ever run out of things to love? How could you ever be left alone if you extended your love to everything? “I think I’d like to try one.” There it was, that stupid streak of either optimism or naivety.
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Post by strider on Jul 23, 2019 1:11:05 GMT -5
"You were close," Noah replied with a small smile, kneeling down and holding out his hand for a high five. Would Myrnin know what a high five was? Noah hoped he would, but considering what the kid had seemed to know and not know... he somehow doubted it. Yet maybe the high five had been invented a long time ago and had just been forgotten to time before someone picked it back up in the... when was the high five supposed to have been invented? It was a tangent he hadn't really meant to go on, so he redirected his mind pretty quickly. "Next time you'll have me for sure!" Noah promised, pushing some of Myrnin's hair out of his eyes. He liked spending time with the kid, he found. He hoped the House would let them have a little more time. Myrnin looked at the hand, not having a clue what a high five was. Instead, he positioned his smaller hand, palm flat against Noah's, fingers interlacing with his, and bobbed Noah's hand up and down in something close to a handshake. He knew that at least and seemed really pleased that he could do it. "I will!" agreed Myrnin heartily. "I'm gonna beat you really good next time!" As soon as Noah brushed some hair out of his eyes, Myrnin reached up to see what he'd done and effectively undid everything. "What else can we do?" he asked. "Did you wanna do a room or something? Or did you wanna play another game?" Noah didn’t stop to correct Myrnin. After all, what he had done was rather sweet, and Noah wasn’t going to make him feel bad because he didn’t know what a high five was. Although at some point he figured he would have to teach the little boy, if only because the more mischievous part of himself felt like it would be amusing to have someone so far back in the past giving his friends a high five. At least… Noah hoped that Myrnin would find friends eventually. Right now it seemed like the only people he had were others in the House, which didn’t seem like any kind of existence. Except, of course, the existence Noah himself was living. He pushed the thought away. “We can do a room,” he replied, glancing over his shoulder. Would that be smart? To take such a small kid into one of the rooms when it could very well be a death trap? Then again, the House had been kind before. There was nothing stopping it from being kind again.
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Post by strider on Jul 23, 2019 1:20:53 GMT -5
Nico took a moment at the top to gather his thoughts and suck in a deep breath. He let his eyes drift closed, feeling the stone around him for anything that could be a way out. There was no hollowing of the bridge from the top, although he really hadn't expected there to be. He knew he was treating Sam unfairly, and he knew he needed to get his act together before he went back down, otherwise he would lose a chance at a friendship that he honestly felt would be worth the risk that came with caring about other people. Besides, it didn't seem like Sam's world was dangerous enough that he could just disappear without notice, and Nico still had more swordfighting to teach him... if he wanted it. There was no way Nico was just going to throw that all away because he was annoyed at the House. After a few moments he pushed himself over the side of the bridge, lowering himself slowly from where he still grasped the handrail, and let go, landing a few feet to the side of Sam. "Anything new down here?" His tone was low and measured, far calmer than it had been before. "Up there isn't much help." He turned his attention to the graffiti. It wasn't anything he recognized, but... perhaps it was there for a reason. Judging by Sam's expression, he had reached the same conclusion. "Nothing new," Sam confirmed. Over Nico's time on the roof he'd been thinking. He pointed upwards. "Okay ... might sound stupid ... but it looks like a code. Ever seen, like, computer coding? It has all these symbols first, then words that the computer will understand next. This is kind of arranged like that, only I can't really recognize what it means. Also, it isn't coding a game. It's just a single line. So the first symbol - that one - repeats at the back. So it closes the command. But as I said, I can't read it or even tell if that's right. But assuming it is a command, then all that we'd probably have to do is complete it." The young vampire's foot tapped against the gritty earth. The Doctor would probably know how this language worked. Myrnin too. But Sam didn't. He wasn't that smart. He looked at Nico, eyebrows pulling together in a confused expression. "Are all House puzzles usually this complicated? I mean, the only thing I can think of is trying to get up there and pressing the concrete. It doesn't look like any language you know, does it?" “Computer coding?” Nico repeated the words as though they were foreign. In his defense, although he’d been in the twenty first century to know a lot of things, demigods just weren’t safe around technology. And although computer code was being developed when he was young, it was too far away and he was too little to really understand any of it. “I’m afraid I don’t really know all that much about it.” He listened in to Sam’s instructions, impressed that he was able to make sense of what was in front of them. For the first time, Nico paid attention to the words inside the symbols. “It’s a command, huh?” He asked, eyes skimming over the word inside the command. “It’s… it’s not Italian,,” he replied, cursing softly under his breath. “Not Greek either, though…” he gave a humorless laugh. “If it were, then it would be a lot easier.” He squinted, the words, slowly making themselves known to him. “Either the House wants to mess with us or I was born to the wrong god,” he muttered, managing to crack the slightest bit of a joke. “It’s Latin. And I speak it, it’s just that… my understanding of it is a little shakier than it is of the other languages I know.” He had spent months trying to learn it. It didn’t come as easy to him as Greek did, or as Italian did, or even as English had because he’d been so young when he had learned it. “Push up and climb down, the water is…” he grumbled softly to himself, squinting at the word, “not something. Not… present? Truth? I can’t tell.”
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Post by Auransky on Jul 23, 2019 1:59:04 GMT -5
AU Room - Elliot Elliot continuously shifted his head in multiple directions. Though this world was not a familiar one , it created interest in learning more about it. Granted , he wouldn't bombard a heavy hit individual , no... Not one bit, not while he was trying to get himself back up. Occasionally his eyes would glimpse over at the Primarch , observing his change in expressions, in their exchange of words. The fact that he could easily sweep the situation under the rug and move on was impressive. Declining the offer , he couldn't help but smile softly. "For me to insist? My what a grand surprise." He pulled the small vile close. "To be offered such an opportunity is unheard of. Normally it's man who desperately follows greed. And their fate is all the same." He shrugged now, shaking his head. " I would offer dragon's blood, but I have yet to visit, let alone collect from their healers. " He looked at the vile one last time , before throwing it in air, dematerializing it midair. "Should a time come where your will is unable to follow through ,I will force the drink upon you." He low-key threatened , then shifted his body towards the far right to stretch his upper body from where he sat. "Well, we can't exactly go into the dwellers home. so all we can do is wait , or approach from the side. " he considered. "I would offer you my scarf to hide your face , but for some reason my attire has been changed , and even !y scarf has gone missing." He somewhat sounded annoyed by that fact alone. Yet he leaned over the edge once again as a means to release the brief annoyance. "But we could always finish the job." He softly added. It was a terrible suggestion at best but one he was familiar with .
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 23, 2019 20:18:02 GMT -5
(Heya! I think Falcon might've let everyone know that I'd be posting here.. I'm Strangelove/Celice and previously used the username ordinarymagician back in 2017. I hope this works out as a short introductory post, and congrats on the 1500 pages!) (Hey! It's Mint. We didn't talk much, but I'm still around. Welcome back.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 23, 2019 21:51:15 GMT -5
Myrnin looked at the hand, not having a clue what a high five was. Instead, he positioned his smaller hand, palm flat against Noah's, fingers interlacing with his, and bobbed Noah's hand up and down in something close to a handshake. He knew that at least and seemed really pleased that he could do it. "I will!" agreed Myrnin heartily. "I'm gonna beat you really good next time!" As soon as Noah brushed some hair out of his eyes, Myrnin reached up to see what he'd done and effectively undid everything. "What else can we do?" he asked. "Did you wanna do a room or something? Or did you wanna play another game?" Noah didn’t stop to correct Myrnin. After all, what he had done was rather sweet, and Noah wasn’t going to make him feel bad because he didn’t know what a high five was. Although at some point he figured he would have to teach the little boy, if only because the more mischievous part of himself felt like it would be amusing to have someone so far back in the past giving his friends a high five. At least… Noah hoped that Myrnin would find friends eventually. Right now it seemed like the only people he had were others in the House, which didn’t seem like any kind of existence. Except, of course, the existence Noah himself was living. He pushed the thought away. “We can do a room,” he replied, glancing over his shoulder. Would that be smart? To take such a small kid into one of the rooms when it could very well be a death trap? Then again, the House had been kind before. There was nothing stopping it from being kind again. "Sure!" said Myrnin, jumping up excitedly. Apparently, the House hadn't treated him bad enough yet to truly have anything very scary be associated with the rooms. He seemed to want to bring Noah in on the excitement too, because he grabbed the older boy by his sleeve and started to lightly tug at it, aiming for the hallway. "What do you think it's gonna be?" he wondered allowed. "Do you think it's going to be exciting? I've been in some weird ones. And some cool ones too. What about you? What do you like? Maybe the House will let us go to that sort? What do you like? For fun?" He dropped Noah's sleeve and instead jumped excitedly toward the living room, heading toward the doors that lined it. He looked them all over, then looked back at Noah, the look of someone with too many choices displayed on his face. "Can you choose one?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 23, 2019 22:16:42 GMT -5
"Nothing new," Sam confirmed. Over Nico's time on the roof he'd been thinking. He pointed upwards. "Okay ... might sound stupid ... but it looks like a code. Ever seen, like, computer coding? It has all these symbols first, then words that the computer will understand next. This is kind of arranged like that, only I can't really recognize what it means. Also, it isn't coding a game. It's just a single line. So the first symbol - that one - repeats at the back. So it closes the command. But as I said, I can't read it or even tell if that's right. But assuming it is a command, then all that we'd probably have to do is complete it." The young vampire's foot tapped against the gritty earth. The Doctor would probably know how this language worked. Myrnin too. But Sam didn't. He wasn't that smart. He looked at Nico, eyebrows pulling together in a confused expression. "Are all House puzzles usually this complicated? I mean, the only thing I can think of is trying to get up there and pressing the concrete. It doesn't look like any language you know, does it?" “Computer coding?” Nico repeated the words as though they were foreign. In his defense, although he’d been in the twenty first century to know a lot of things, demigods just weren’t safe around technology. And although computer code was being developed when he was young, it was too far away and he was too little to really understand any of it. “I’m afraid I don’t really know all that much about it.” He listened in to Sam’s instructions, impressed that he was able to make sense of what was in front of them. For the first time, Nico paid attention to the words inside the symbols. “It’s a command, huh?” He asked, eyes skimming over the word inside the command. “It’s… it’s not Italian,,” he replied, cursing softly under his breath. “Not Greek either, though…” he gave a humorless laugh. “If it were, then it would be a lot easier.” He squinted, the words, slowly making themselves known to him. “Either the House wants to mess with us or I was born to the wrong god,” he muttered, managing to crack the slightest bit of a joke. “It’s Latin. And I speak it, it’s just that… my understanding of it is a little shakier than it is of the other languages I know.” He had spent months trying to learn it. It didn’t come as easy to him as Greek did, or as Italian did, or even as English had because he’d been so young when he had learned it. “Push up and climb down, the water is…” he grumbled softly to himself, squinting at the word, “not something. Not… present? Truth? I can’t tell.” Sam muttered the same words which Nico had just said under his breath, looking around and trying to think of them like orders for them to complete. He didn't think Latin had a lot of the symbols for what computers might consider applicable. Which meant that some of what was up there had to be details, while the main command was the whole or major part. He looked up at the graffiti again. He pointed up, covering part of what he was seeing, and then repeating what Nico said in segments. There had to be something that was like 'truth' or 'present'. Correct? He didn't know Latin at all, so he didn't know. Instead, he shifted and headed for the water. Push up and climb down, then there was some computer command chain which were meant for do ... something. But push up and climb down what? Sam approached the water and searched around it's edge again. Then he waded in to his knees, looking over the edge of the bank. "I think," he said, wading out again. "I might have found what it means." He pointed up. "Push the word that means 'up'. I don't think that's a natural river. It drains. You said you don't like swimming. So I ... think maybe we might be able to climb in."
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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 24, 2019 0:32:59 GMT -5
The Monster AU Room
As Sky explained her spells, Enjolras nodded. With her wrist, of course they didn't want to aggravate the injury more but they also needed to stay alive. As Kid put in his two cents and the two discussed, Enjolras looked back at the mob. He heard Kid agree on the ladder as the best course of action, and nodded. Normally the man would have been more attentive. Now, however, his focus was elsewhere. Enjolras hadn't been heeding the rest of the conversation between Kid and Sky as she floated up the ladder.
He'd pushed away the panic rising in him to deal with the horse, and as the demon kicked uselessly (for now) on the barrier and the trio decided on a new course of action, the brief break in adrenaline-filled action allowed that panic to come back. The demon horse had injured some of the mob, and the various other injuries from ricocheting bullets and jostled knives had spilt plenty of blood on the cobblestones. The burning of the horse and the pervasive smell of gunpowder mingled with blood, and his vision was blurry with two highly contrasting emotions- the panic at the similarity to the visions the House had shown him, and the deep hunger that burned through his veins at the scent of the blood. For someone who didn't usually humor his emotions much, it was quite overwhelming. The blonde splayed out his hand before clenching it into a fist, trying to force himself back into a calmer state of mind.
A human got closer- either trying to be brave or having stumbled as the mob shifted, and the motion was enough to break any last resistance Enjolras had. Instinct- instinct the House had given him- took over as he rushed past the fiery creature with superhuman agility. He skirted close to the wall, avoiding the flickering flames of the horse. Pale hands closed over the arms of the nearest human. They were so fragile. He could feel bones underneath the clothes and skin and blood just like brittle twigs in fall. But Enjolras didn't need to break any bones. He just needed to bite. He let out an inhuman hiss and sunk a pair of glinting fangs into the human's neck.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 24, 2019 13:47:40 GMT -5
Kelsier didn’t answer right away. He was thinking, about the rooms, yes, but also about this optimistic young man who’s thoughts seemed to echo his own. The House was dangerous? So was his world. The House wasn’t always kind? Nothing ever was. That didn’t mean you couldn’t see the color of the flowers. It didn’t mean you couldn’t smile and laugh, and give and trust as long as you could. Kelsier wasn’t naive; how could he be, after the life he’d led? But he believed that, just like in Allomancy, there was a push to every pull. A reaction to every action. The world was made out of opposites that were equally strong, so if there was cruelty, that only meant there was kindness. If there were tears, there was laughter. That’s how things worked. Still, when Orpheus said he wanted to go in a room, Kelsier found he didn’t want him to. He didn’t want anything to happen to the person standing in front of him, especially not a twisted room like the one he and Nico had endured together. But he knew it wasn’t his decision, and instead he silently promised to be by his side, come what may. ”The worst room?” Kelsier smiled, sadly this time. “I was with one other blinker. We went in and it was dark, with just a very bright light to show a table and two chairs, opposite each other. There were two pieces of paper, and on them....were questions.” He thought back. To the wild look in the demigod’s eyes, the pain that had been worst when the Mistborn wasn’t the one feeling it. “Personal questions. Hard questions. You didn’t answer, the room hurt you until you did. You didn’t ask, the room hurt you until you did. It was horrible...worse to see someone else’s life torn out than to spit out his own.” He gave a low, humorless laugh. “Still want to try one? I’m told that’s not the worst.” Orpheus listened, careful not to shy away. He wanted to. He wanted to turn tail and run the other way, but whether it was recklessness or bravery, he wasn’t going to just turn away and ignore the rooms that stretched out in front of him. They seemed to beckon, to call him forth to taste their danger for himself. The truth was that Orpheus didn’t want any more danger. He wanted to live in a world where good things just happened because they could, not because anyone made them happen. But that wasn’t his world and it didn’t seem like it was the House either. In his world, if you wanted good things, you made good things. It seemed that was the House’s way of operating as well. So Orpheus would face the worst the House had to throw at him just to get a glimpse of how much good he would need to help make to balance it out. To make a fair world, where just as much joy could be found as pain. Where at the end of every scream there was a held note of a song that was written to heal and make whole. He wouldn’t rest until he had made it even… that had been the promise he had made to himself after he had met L. Going into a room, however bad it may be, was just the first step. “I’m sorry you were forced to speak like that,” he whispered. “I’m sorry you were forced to see another hurt. This other blinker? Were they a friend?” He could imagine it would be far harder to see a friend hurt that way than a total stranger, but he felt his heart twist at the thought of either. He didn’t like to see people hurt in general. “I’ve been told people have died in rooms. Though I suppose in my world there are plenty of fates worth than death.” Like being forced to live when everything you care about had moved along… that was a fate that too many had suffered. But it was never going to happen to Orpheus. If you loved deeply and loved openly, then how could you ever run out of things to love? How could you ever be left alone if you extended your love to everything? “I think I’d like to try one.” There it was, that stupid streak of either optimism or naivety. Kelsier shook his head, annoyed with himself for going and getting all dark and depressing on a newbie. The House had given him friends and let him see green plants and touch fragile, colorful flowers. It wasn’t all bad and he knew it. But he had to be honest, too, and he knew it wasn’t all good either. Just like his own universe, it was both, and neither one canceled out the other. The good was still good, even if the bad was still bad, and everything in between simply was. “I’ve heard that yeah, but I’ve never seen it.” The Mistborn answered, shaking off his dark tone and instead speaking in a more neutral one. “And yeah. He’s a friend of mine, and it was awful, but the one afterwards was beautiful. Have you ever heard of a butterfly?” He blinked. After that, still Orpheus wanted to go in a room, wanted to see it for himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Kelsier, or that he thought the older man was exaggerating, he just...well. Kelsier didn’t know what he was. He felt he wanted to find out, though. And if a new blinker wanted to go in a room, there was no way he was going to sit around out here, twiddling his thumbs. He couldn’t help it. His smile came back, and then he gave a low, merry laugh. “All right, all right, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Come on, new boy, you can pick the room.” He got up and moved quickly to the hall, glanced over his shoulder, grinned, and slipped inside.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 24, 2019 17:13:23 GMT -5
“Ah, food sounds excellent, thank you very much,” said Hange politely, still trodding resolutely forward with the young vampire securely in their arms. He didn’t seem to have calmed any, but they supposed that was to be expected. Poor boy had had a difficult day. A day which, hopefully, wouldn’t grow worse with their entry into this city, they added to themself, fully aware that the House liked to play tricks.
But alas, their entry into the city was not to be. The very moment they set foot onto cobblestone instead of dirt and grass, the world around them warped and shifted in an instant, blending into new colors and shapes that were on the surface beautiful, if not easily recognizable. And then, just as fast, the confusion cleared, and the four of them were standing in a wide open room, elevated on a balcony above rows of chairs that were set up like church pews. At the front of the row was what looked like a flat wooden stage, and on that stage were three people. One was kneeling on the ground, hands tied behind his back, the second was standing a few feet away from him, their face obscured by a black mask, and one was standing slightly more towards the back of the stage, or in other words, slightly nearer to Hange and the others.
As for Hange, they found themself standing at some sort of podium that was installed near the front of the balcony. Their position seemed to be center stage in this - it didn’t take long to notice that every eye in the place was trained on them. The other blinkers seemed to be going ignored, for the moment - perhaps from these people’s point of view, they had all been there from the start. They were distracted from this, however, from the stark familiarity of the place they were standing. It was slightly off...some things had been moved, and a few of the walls had been rebuilt, but they knew this place. This was the courtroom...they’d recognize it anywhere. Which meant...if they weren’t very much mistaken, the four blinkers were now standing inside Wall Sina.
In their own world.
But something was wrong, wasn’t it? This wasn’t their world as they knew it...they were a member of the Survey Corps, they had no business being here. And in these clothes...royal clothes, weren’t they? Only with this revelation did it occur to them to read the book that was propped up on their podium. Maybe it would have an answer...
They froze, and then paled, their eyes glued to the page as their skin went clammy and a shiver ran up their spine. What was written in the book was was names. Rows and rows and rows of names, some that Hange recognized, some that they didn’t.
Reaching forward, they flipped backwards through the book. Names. Names. Names. Names. All of them with their crimes attached(some serious, some minor), with seals stamped over them in bold red words:
EXECUTED BY ORDER OF THEIR ROYAL HIGHNESS, HANGE ZOE.
They fell.
Their knees hit the ground with a dull thud on wood, and they clapped both hands over their mouth, suddenly violently nauseous as the names passed through their mind. Some they knew. Some they didn’t. On the other side of the podium, the gathered crowd let out gasps of concern and surprise, and some of them shifted in their seats, hastily whispering to each other in confusion.
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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 24, 2019 18:05:20 GMT -5
( XD Everyone in the chat: HECTOR KICKED A PUPPY) Maladict the magpie spun midair, dodging something which wasn't there anymore. There was a surprised exclamation from his beak as the knife landed in the soap beyond him. There wasn't any time to hesitate, however. Mal spun into a deep dive, pulled up at an angle which pulled at his wings enough to strain and hurt them, before leveling out in an attempt to loose the other bird. The shark, as if in ambush, leaped from the 'water' and Maladict swerved to avoid that. Logically, he should have just changed back into a much larger human, which most birds would have trouble eating. Logic wasn't factoring into Mal's small bird brain. Instead he flew once around Hector, then dived at the remaining puppies with claws out. There was enough logic to understand that the small beasts were easier targets than the larger hunters. Hector could then deal with the large animals. Probably. Maladict's body stretched again and he nearly rolled across the slippery expanse of floor. His movements seemed very awkward. He patted down his clothing once, as if expecting that they would disappear, but they hadn't, and instead he was faced with ... "I think I'm afraid of sharks," he said, darting to the other side of Hector and leaping. He grabbed at the falcon just as if was about to curve away. "I have a sword at my waste if you can use it," Mal said. His fingers, hooked in the same position as the claws they had been seconds before, raked through the bubble falcon. It wasn't a move which would work for Hector unless Hector could deliver a blow which could rip metal in two. "I can't use it," Mal added. Why he had a sword he couldn't use ... was a story for another day. Hector, weaponless, kicked away another puppy and started towards where his dagger had sunk into the floor. It was probably irretrievable, seeing as how there was no exact boundaries in the floor, but he had to try. He only made it a couple steps before Maladict transformed, appearing next to him. Hector looked over at the beast's fin, remembering it's large size and sharp teeth from when it had leaped at Magpie-Mal. "Understandable." He quipped as Mal tore apart the falcon. Well, that was interesting. "Can't use- I thought you said you could- give it to me!" Hector shouted as the shark fin cut through the bubbles towards the pair. | Short oops |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 24, 2019 20:17:54 GMT -5
On the contrary, Sandalphon would have had no issues answering any inquiries Elliot had about his world. It wasn't like he had much else to do while they waited. Listening to his companion talk, he idly twirled the bullet shell between his fingers.
Dragons blood? What difference would that make? Nothing like that was going in his mouth, plain and simple... He would rather drink airship oil then something elses vital fluids. Both would leave him just as sick anyway...
"Oh you will, will you?" The archangel replied to the 'threat', raising a brow in amusement. "Well it won't be anytime soon. And if you ever attempt such a thing anyway, I take no responsibility for the 'accidental' barrage of light magic that may come your way." His counter was spoke in a deadpan manner.
He was only joking of course... Maybe...
Sandalphon knew plenty well the real intention behind Elliot's words, and still appreciated it nonetheless. It was always reassuring to know someone had your back. Even if their methods of support were... Questionable at best.
"Don't worry. I've the means of doing that on my own." Referring to hiding his face, he tilted his head back to indicate his hood. It wasn't a common occurrence the Primarch was seen without one. Perhaps it could be considered a signature trait to some. "Although I have a feeling more than simply hiding my face would be required for me to go unnoticed." A full on wardrobe change would be the bare minimum for that for one, as every mortal in that city would recognize his current attire. And that was excluding the fact that he currently looked like he'd just flown through a hurricane...
The bullet in his fingers froze, "Finish the job?" Confusion overtook Sandalphon's features as he returned his red gaze to Elliot. "Wha-" That question would go unfinished as the destroyed sky realm around him suddenly began to twist and shift. What now? His first thoughts were that he was having another bout of airsickness, but no... This was something else.
After everything that had happened today already, the archangel's nerves were already fried, so as his guard went up he impulsively summoned his crystalline blades to his side. Expecting the worst, he placed a hand on the sword at his hip and got ready to fight...
Only to be stunned dead silent as he and Elliot were reunited with Hange and Myrnin in front of a large audience once things settled down again.
The color left Sandalphon's face as he rushed to process what was going on, still awkwardly standing there like he was about to be attacked by something. Putting things together, it looked like they had been teleported again. Although this time the setting was once again unfamiliar. The purple blades floating next to him vanished, and in a vain effort to avoid attracting attention to himself, the Primarch took a few slow steps back and made use of that hood he'd pointed out earlier to obscure the top part of his face.
Silently taking in the situation, the sick reality became clear, made only more obvious by Hange's reaction. The thing playing host to them all had had it's fun with Sandalphon, now moving on to torment the human instead.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jul 24, 2019 23:52:37 GMT -5
The Doctor prided herself in the fact that she didn't jump when Arlo blinked in. Her eyes did widen a bit, however, and she shifted so she was facing the other woman. "Yes it did," she confirmed. "It made a sort of mount for the gems. Then the room ended." She wondered how many rooms usually ended without all the blinkers. She'd blinked in several times into that room and for the most part had a 50% success rate of making it to the end of a room. "Did you go into any other rooms since then?" she asked. "Huh, I was kind of expecting another gem," Arlo took a step from the doorframe and shrugged. She kind of wished she'd been there when they'd gotten out, it felt like it had been a long time since she'd been there for the end of a room. "That makes sense though." At The Doctor's question, Arlo shook her head. "No, I've just blinked into the living room a couple times," she paused, glancing in the direction of the living room, but didn't move toward it. "It seems like there've been a lot of new people coming here recently." The dog, the red haired guy, the vampire boy, the girl in the spotted red and black outfit, and everyone in the castle room- she hadn't recognized any of them.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 0:44:46 GMT -5
Kid | The Monster AU Room | Cloverleaf Auransky zeph!It took Kid a second to notice that Enjolras wasn't with them anymore. He'd only turned to check on the progress of the slow, cloaked and chained figure which seemed to be a worry for them, only to see that Enjolras was focusing on something back the way they came. Kid stiffened as the House-made-vampire rushed toward the mob again and he thought for a second that Enjolras was rushing the flaming horse. "Stay here!" he said to Sky, not sure if she would listen or not. This was an exclamation which might have had him bolting after Enjolras, but instead the fastest he managed was a speedy shuffle. I didn't do any good. He was nowhere near when Enjolras reached the member of the mob. He came to an almost sudden halt and hissed out a small breath of worry. "Enjolras!" he shouted, or rather rasped as loudly as he could. "Come back!" His gaze landed on the panic look of the House generated person and Kid shuddered a bit. Then he backed up, because the horse was far too close. "Enjolras!" he tried again. "Please!"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 1:34:20 GMT -5
Auransky <Raintalon> HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾtMyrnin's latest sob hiccuped to a stop as the world warped around him. His heartbeat would have accelerated were it not for the fact that he didn't know if it was even still working at all. It felt almost like he was tumbling, the shifting colors making the limited lifting of the uncomfortable hunger feel fragile. When the world settled around them, Myrnin didn't even question it. Instead, he just pressed his face into Hange's furred collar again. Their heartbeat pulsed at their neck and Myrnin could suddenly hear it in his ears louder than it had before. Pressing at his thoughts, making his feeling of falling hopelessness feel even greater than before. And the feeling, different than the one which always seemed to be in him, of a gaping hole in him that was worse than the feeling of hunger gnawing in his belly. It was worse, more complete, like it was in more than just his stomach. Like it was in his brain, and bones, and mouth, and every sense. His eyes flickered open, looked up at Hange, concern trying to overwhelm the other feeling and slightly failing. "Are you o -" he started to ask, but that was when Hange's knees buckled under them and Myrnin had to hurriedly find his feet or risk being sent over the edge of the platform or into the podium. "Hange!" he squawked, able to reclaim some sense of what he wanted as he hurriedly crouched down on his knees and crawled over to them. "Hange ... Hange. Get up. Please get up." He sounded really worried. Then he glanced up and around, the budding tears of red still at the corners of his eyes. Silently looking for help as his shoulders shook. Hange was still conscious, but they were on the ground ...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 1:40:29 GMT -5
Cloverleaf --cato phoenix"I wouldn't know," The Doctor murmured more to herself than Arlo as she rubbed the back of her head. She seemed a bit abashed. She was one of those knew people. "I guess that just means there's an excuse to me new people." Speaking of new people, she turned ever so slightly to look at the blinker who had just appeared. "Yes, I think that was an option that was on the table. I'm The Doctor. This is Arlo. And you are ...?" She left the opening for them to introduce themself. To Arlo, she said, "Room it is then?" She inclined her head toward the door, then placed her hand on the handle before slowly pressing down on it and opening the door. She waved her hand at the opening. "After both of ya."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 1:57:03 GMT -5
( XD Everyone in the chat: HECTOR KICKED A PUPPY) Maladict the magpie spun midair, dodging something which wasn't there anymore. There was a surprised exclamation from his beak as the knife landed in the soap beyond him. There wasn't any time to hesitate, however. Mal spun into a deep dive, pulled up at an angle which pulled at his wings enough to strain and hurt them, before leveling out in an attempt to loose the other bird. The shark, as if in ambush, leaped from the 'water' and Maladict swerved to avoid that. Logically, he should have just changed back into a much larger human, which most birds would have trouble eating. Logic wasn't factoring into Mal's small bird brain. Instead he flew once around Hector, then dived at the remaining puppies with claws out. There was enough logic to understand that the small beasts were easier targets than the larger hunters. Hector could then deal with the large animals. Probably. Maladict's body stretched again and he nearly rolled across the slippery expanse of floor. His movements seemed very awkward. He patted down his clothing once, as if expecting that they would disappear, but they hadn't, and instead he was faced with ... "I think I'm afraid of sharks," he said, darting to the other side of Hector and leaping. He grabbed at the falcon just as if was about to curve away. "I have a sword at my waste if you can use it," Mal said. His fingers, hooked in the same position as the claws they had been seconds before, raked through the bubble falcon. It wasn't a move which would work for Hector unless Hector could deliver a blow which could rip metal in two. "I can't use it," Mal added. Why he had a sword he couldn't use ... was a story for another day. Hector, weaponless, kicked away another puppy and started towards where his dagger had sunk into the floor. It was probably irretrievable, seeing as how there was no exact boundaries in the floor, but he had to try. He only made it a couple steps before Maladict transformed, appearing next to him. Hector looked over at the beast's fin, remembering it's large size and sharp teeth from when it had leaped at Magpie-Mal. "Understandable." He quipped as Mal tore apart the falcon. Well, that was interesting. "Can't use- I thought you said you could- give it to me!" Hector shouted as the shark fin cut through the bubbles towards the pair. | Short oops | (Nah. Mine was just longer than usual.) Well, the vampire was a bit too preoccupied to remember what he had and hadn't said. Instead, he reached to his hip, pulling the sword from his sheath and tossing it to Hector in a movement that he hoped the soldier would be able to catch. While he did that, he spun, eyeing the other bubbles. A couple were already forming into other creatures. Without even asking, he started covering for Hector's back, figuring the other blinker had enough on his plate without being attacked by anything with tusks, claws, or sharp beaks. The vampire seemed to show that he didn't need the sword, even if he had been wearing it. His fingernails raked through bubbles which had stopped functioning the same as bubbles, destroying them without a second thought. A kick seemed to have enough force to break bones on impact. There didn't seem to be so much skill to it, but when he was fast and powerful, it made up for it. "Are you okay?" he called to Hector.
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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 25, 2019 2:22:37 GMT -5
The shark was barreling towards the pair, leaving a trail of disrupted foam in its wake. It burst out of the surface, jaws gaping as it lunged at them. Hector reached up and grabbed the sword out of the air, using the momentum of Maladict's toss to spin and thrust the blade into the shark with all his might. It burst into sea foam, the white bubbles splashing back into the floor.
"Still standing." Hector called back, grabbing a recently formed ostrich by the wing with one hand as it charged at the pair. He narrowly avoided a kick that sent bubbles up into the air, his grip on the wing pulling him away from Mal as the bird pulled away. He nearly went down due to the slippery surface, but skidded and remained upright, stabbing the bird and dissolving it. He returned to where Mal was fighting off more creatures, knowing that they'd fare better if they stuck together. He'd already seen Mal take out creatures that would have jumped at him from behind with pure strength. He'd have to thank the soldier when the fight was over. And ask him how on earth he was doing that. That was, if they both made it out alive. A big cat of some sort formed- the lack of color or indication of spots made it difficult to identify- and Hector brandished the sword in front of him, keeping the animal at bay and yet prepared for if it decided to leap up.
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