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Post by --cato phoenix on Jul 25, 2019 2:49:54 GMT -5
As if to prove Arlo's statement true, the House blinked in yet another person Arlo didn't recognize. Her visible eye trailed over the newcomer curiously. There was something unusual about them and their energy, but she all she could really tell was that they weren't human, which was pretty normal in the House. She glanced at the door, the back to Loki. "I don't see why not," she replied, then nodded at The Doctor's comment and introduction. Arlo's eyes narrowed slightly as she started to step toward the door. She could have sworn she'd seen... something. Perhaps it had just been something caused by the House's energy. Maybe she wasn't quite back to normal yet. Still, she remained cautious as she stepped through the doorway, the fingers of one hand starting to untie the fabric scrap wrapped around the other in case she needed the remove it quickly.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 3:14:28 GMT -5
If Loki had been aware of the comment and what it meant to The Doctor, they might not have made it. There was just the thinnest smile on the Time Lady's face, though it was one which said she'd been asked the question before, as she said, "Just 'The Doctor.'" If she had noticed the thing which had crawled through the door ahead of them, magical spell or intention, then she didn't comment on it. Instead, she just stepped through the doorway and out to the other side. She didn't feel disappointed when she reached the other side, but she was slightly curious as to why it seemed so much blander than the other rooms she had been in. "Well," she said, looking around. "Thoughts?" It had simple wallpaper on the walls, but no other door. From her experience, the one they had just walked through would disappear as soon as Loki walked through it. On the center of the carpet covering the room there was a set of three cushions to sit on, positioned in the center of the circle was a piece of paper. That was it. Just that. "Make our own entertainment, eh?" she asked no one in particular. "What's the paper?" She walked over to it, picked it up, and remained standing in the middle of the circle. "'By entering this room you agree to tell the truth to any question posed to you. By entering this room, you much ask questions of others at least once during your turn. The turn begins with Arlo, then The Doctor, then Loki, and the order repeats in the order of those who blinked in.'" The Doctor looked up. This sounded, one the one hand, simple. On the other, she was already thinking of things she didn't want to answer.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 4:31:18 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. That was good. Mal was a bit busy too really provide any other help under any other circumstances. If Hector wasn't capable of defending himself, then Mal, whether he wanted to or not, wouldn't be able to help any more. The vampire turned again, swiftly, but despite the fact that he had speed and strength going for him, one arm was still bleeding from a dozen small cuts where beaks and claws had met flesh and there was a bad, jagged line along his jaw where something - he didn't know what, it had been too fast - had caught him across the cheek. He was in time to see the large cat, still forming, and paused. Not because he had any doubt that it wouldn't attack, but because they were very hard to hit when they didn't have a solid shape yet. "We need to get out of here," Maladict hissed. "Any ideas?" One collection of bubbles seemed to be ... buzzing, forming as well. Buzzing was the closest thing that Maladict could compare it too, because while the creatures had attacked they had remained silent through it all, mouths often wide in a silent exclamation. The 'buzzing' was sound of bubbles rapidly hitting each other and Maladict's brain filled in the rest of what was happening. Bees? Hornets? Locusts? The possibilities were varied and he didn't like any of them. "Run?" he suggested.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jul 25, 2019 5:35:56 GMT -5
"Hmm," Arlo frowned slightly as she looked around the room. She didn't seem anything moving now, maybe she'd been right and she was just noticing the House's energy more than usual. Her gaze swept over the room, taking in what little details there were to be found. It looked simple enough, but looks could be deceiving, especially in the House. There was always something... like that. She nodded silently as The Doctor read the paper. There were plenty of things she wasn't keen on sharing with two blinkers she'd just met, but she didn't really have much of a choice. There were worse things that could happen. At least she'd get to learn a bit about some of the people who'd started blinking while she'd been gone. "Well," she said as she approached the circle. "Where are you from?" She decided to start with something simple. Most blinkers came from some version of Earth, but she'd met some who hadn't- it wasn't always obvious until you asked.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jul 25, 2019 13:09:02 GMT -5
(Aaaah after over a week of trying I think I can actually rp today!! On mobile tho so idk how fast responses will be. Where are the best open spots (or overcrowded rooms to avoid xD)? )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 13:42:51 GMT -5
The Doctor | Question/Answer Room For The Doctor at least, this question was easy enough. She smiled at Daud, waving a hand in greeting. She didn't say anything to him, however. Instead, she considered the question. How detailed of an answer was she supposed to give? What if she didn't answer? Right now, it wasn't a question she'd actually have a problem answering. She would have answered it without a room. So she said, "Gallifrey. In the constellation of Kasterborous. Or at least it was." She remembered that at least. She might have a bit of trouble remembering its location now. Her brow knitted with the thought as she tried to puzzle out where she might have left the red planet. She was still paying attention to the others, just because she was rather curious for their answers.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 13:46:35 GMT -5
(Aaaah after over a week of trying I think I can actually rp today!! On mobile tho so idk how fast responses will be. Where are the best open spots (or overcrowded rooms to avoid xD)? ) (Perhaps the new room? It's a questions and answer room that's appearance is really simple. Just some cushions on the floor around a piece of paper. It's another Truth room. So we have an order of blinkers based on when they blinked in: Arlo first, then Doc, then Loki, then Daud. Arlo just asked where everyone was from. I think we worked out the 'if they try to lie' like this: If you attempt to tell a lie, then the House will muffle the answer - you have to answer truthfully before the turn can move on.)
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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 14:08:09 GMT -5
Loki followed others into the room, stepping lightly, tensed for anything dangerous. The rustically simple interior and plain cushions looked like a logical continuation of the House. So the danger probably wouldn't be some physical. More likely, the House would be messing with them. As they stepped in, the door vanished. One couldn't see it vanish, exactly, but as soon as one took their eyes off of it, it was no longer there. Loki looked over, listening to the Doctor read the contract that the House had drafted for the trio- wait, no, there were four of them now, someone named Daud- as they trailed their hand over where the door had been. No indication of a portal, or doorway. No magical trace. Like usual. Damn.
Agree to tell the truth, eh? Loki quirked an eyebrow. Not exactly something they were used to doing. Though, this could be fun. Play the game, see how much they could deceive. If it was a convincing enough lie, would the House realize? It was a game. A game against the House as much as it was a game with the other blinkers.
Arlo asked an easy question to start with. It made lying easier to be truthful when you could. Loki approached the other three, something haughty in their expression. "Interesting room. I wonder if it's trying to make us know one another better or drive us apart. Anyways, I'm from-" Loki felt like the air had been pulled from their lungs. They lowered their eyebrows. If there was one thing that irked them, it was being made to look foolish. They coughed once, then went to finish their sentence. "A-"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 17:13:25 GMT -5
(I'm laughing. I'm laughing and I'm not sorry. Loki is so confused. X') And already the fun gets taken out of their lies. Or attempt there of.)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jul 25, 2019 17:15:33 GMT -5
Arlo resecured the fabric scraps since there didn't seem to be any need for her powers in this room, well, not yet, and listened curiously as the Doctor answered. So she'd probably been right when she'd guessed that the first two blinkers weren't quite human. She wasn't sure about Daud yet. Her head tilted slightly at the word 'was', but she didn't ask. "Gallifrey... I don't think I've heard of it before. Most blinkers I've met are from some version of Earth, like me." She figured she might as well answer her own question- it was just basic information. She glanced at Loki, eyebrow raising slightly. They were trying to answer but it seemed like something was stopping them. Was the House keeping them from lying? But why lie about that? It was a simple question, and there was a good chance that no one in the room would recognize the name of the place anyway.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 17:26:50 GMT -5
Cloverleaf(Sounds like a plan!) Slipping was a bit more accurate, but it was faster movement that they had been capable of before. Maladict didn't need more of a reason. He bolted, taking the lead for the only reason that he was faster than Hector and had gotten started sooner. It felt like running through a combination of snow and ice and water. Slippery, but it clung and tried to slop around. This didn't help when minor animals of various danger levels kept exploding from the soup of soap below and from the floating bubbles around. Maladict managed anyway, right until he noticed that the floor was inclining dangerously. Then the slippery part won out and Mal almost tumbled straight forward, his mind going completely blank in surprise as the floor became an incline deeper than a hillside. His mouth opened to warn Hector, but it was at once filled with the soap substance. He tried to adjust his slide, flipped onto his side, before he was rammed with force against a wall. It hurt, but Mal shook his head to get rid of the daze and looked back the way he'd come, opening his mouth once again to warn Hector.
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 25, 2019 17:38:39 GMT -5
Sky froze as Kid called to her. If she had learned anything in her life, it was that people said that when complications were arising. Or, in their case, even more. She looked around and focused on where the mummy was headed. Why back? She worried. Where was he going? She looked ahead to where Enjolras had bitten the townsperson. Her eyes widened. "Oh god." She mumbled, before she was struck by another thought. Wouldn't the mob and fire spirit attack during this time? Sky had already concluded Kid and Enjolras didn't have magic, and she didn't see any weapons on them- save for the vampire's fangs. I suppose we're going that way, then. She thought, and began to descend, a bit faster than before. She held her wand tightly, ready to use a spell despite the slightly painful twinges already going through her arm.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Jul 25, 2019 17:56:27 GMT -5
Daud didn't recognize Gallifrey or Earth. Same as before then, people coming from strange areas. They would likely be the same as that 'New York' place. He hadn't found anything about when he'd returned to Dunwall, which prompted the question of where exactly this entity was pulling them from. It occurred to him then, that if the House was letting them choose what questions to ask and was making them be truthful, he could easily manipulate this to make them give him the information he wanted. They, however, could do the same to him in turn. Studying the other blinkers, he sized them up.
The girl who had spoke first- Arlo, the paper had said- had asked an easy question. So far not a threat, unless she was just easing into the heavier things. The older woman had waved at him, smiling. He couldn't remember the last time a stranger had done that, but it also probably meant she wasn't a threat. And then there was the person dressed like nobility. Daud was already inclined not to trust them based solely upon that fact. The nobility were always snakes.
Still, there was the question to be answered. It was an easy enough one to test his luck on, Daud reasoned. "Serkonos," he said, naming the place he had grown up rather than the place he currently occupied. Of course nobody who knew of him would believe him, but he was chancing that they wouldn't recognize his location, same as he didn't theirs. He waited a moment to see if anything would happen. Nothing did, and satisfaction flickered through him. So he could work with it. His attention was then drawn to the noble as they seemed to choke on their words. Curiosity flickered through him. Were they trying to lie?
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Post by Auransky on Jul 25, 2019 18:13:42 GMT -5
The Monster Room - You Don't Say? The horse engulfed in flames continued to hammer down on the magical barrier, with every stomp it could force down upon the uneven platform. It would neigh, releasing fire from its nozzle-blasting it over the barrier as a flame thrower would when triggered. The wind blew, yet it seemed unable to move the dense level of fog that had settled upon the town. The wind blew, and somewhere between it gave off an eery voice almost a whisper, Just... give... in...In the background most people had retreated, leaving mainly only the yard, with one or two mob members. The fog had thickened to the point that only their voices could be heard. Some of them shuffling the ground, hitting the glass, wood, and cobble that had fallen out of place. They wanted to finish the horse and the group-but they couldn’t see with the exception of the giant lit-up blob rather than a silhouette. Behind the group, the sound of buzzing was now upon them. As little blob unidentified flapping figures started to hover over the barrier-revealing themselves to be wasps-hundreds if not more buzzing around the other side of the barrier. A few managed to hover close to the horse, incinerating instantly as they came around the flaming incinerator. And to those unfortunate wasps, they fell like crispy raisins would in a raining raisin commercial. The wind blew, at a slower rate than before. A weak one, but it brought with it the smell of blood-smoke, dirt. And a faint and inaudible whisper. G..o... T-o… H…. -e…. l-l….f-...i-...r….eAt the top of the roof, were giant dog-sized porcupines, casually walking around the top as though nothing were going on down below. They seemed to carry no ill intent, rather just simply there for the sole reason to sting the poor saps who make their way up and make contact. And even if the poor saps made their way around the roof, there were all the porcupine quills, lying around the floor. The three remaining mob members had gotten very close to the group. Further than the yard, but due to the intense fog-all they saw was the lit-up light source and the sound of pounding. Then the sound of hissing, coming from the hornets. These mob members, unlike the others, were blacksmith’s, who was covered from head to toe in leather attire to deal with the burning menace. In their hands, they had their blacksmithing tools, including branding on a side belt to show these fiends that they have had enough. The wind blew again, once again doing nothing to the density of the fog. It blew a cold breeze-bringing with it the smell of gunpowder, blood, and misery. Once again the wind sounded like an eery whisper. Give….desire…. follow….One of the mob members who stayed behind, a blacksmith, took had his tools at hand. He was planning on black smithing the horse into oblivion or at least taming it to an extent. Perhaps, but all plans fell out of place as the metal rod to wrap it around the horse fell to the ground. He found himself forcefully still as a cold hand reached for his back, another for the shoulder. He felt his head forcefully tilted to the far side-then a stinging sensation piercing his neck. It took him a moment, as his eyes widened to the bizarre sensation-but then the moment caught up, and he let out a shriek of agonizing pain and surprise. The wind blew again-with an ominous scent of death. A warmer breeze than the previous cold breezes. A whisper more audible, crystal clear eery voice spoke out through the wind. Power….. Reach for it….. Don’t hold back your desires…...The other mob member a fellow blacksmith followed the cry, rushing straight up ahead with his sharpened carving chisel to aid hiss fellow smithy. Unfortuntely, he was unaware that he was running straight for the back of his fellow smithy-with the vampire using the blacksmith as a body shield. As things couldn’t get more confusing-the other yard members were screaming in confusion as they fired, stabbed, and threw items against a tangible target. The confusion and the crossfire going on further back from the yard members and one remaining blacksmith, quickly died down as it had started. All that could be heard was the blunt sound of multiple ground impacts. Difficult to see, there was another cry echoing against the walls. Then a swoosh broke through the air and a giant blunt object was making its way in a downward trajectory from the sky. The blunt object landed on top of the shield, slobber falling on top of what was left of the chipping magical barrier. It was an ogre, dressed in simpleton farm clothes, snorting loudly against the magical field, or At least what was left of it. In one hand it had an ax, and with the ax it began to chop at the shield-as a lumberjack would to the trunk of a tree. The wind blew once again-even more than before but doing nothing to the intensity of the fog. Bringing with it the misery, and smell of death. The eery whisper, vague and more difficult to completely hear. -i h t... b-c k…...The horse had turned its attention away from the shield-where technically only the mummy was left. The ghost was up by the roof, and the vampire had somehow gotten behind it. But-it was the shriek from the prisoner blacksmith that had given way to the vampire’s location. It turned, quickly bolting from the small distance from where the vampire had gone-to ram him and the living blood bag. The wind blew in, taking the shriek with it in multiple directions. This time, the breeze is a more gentle one then the aggressive ones prior to it. Another whisper, unlike the other ones, harder to word out. ...S-v...e W…-l-l...h...-r-t Only a few blocks, to the northwest side of town. Quickly reachable from the rooftops, or even the underground sewage system. The round man, and the one remaining volunteer continued towards the outskirts of town. They didn’t make it far however-as standing right in front of them was redcap, a short gnome holding a round farming scythe used to cut the long grass. The round man and volunteer backed away, with the Doctor in their grasp. The redcap approached the three. But fell over to the side, as a gun fired off from the side. The round man and the volunteer turned to see the Yard Captain, with the Vicar. “Gentlemen we need to keep going. If we don’t fulfill this before its too late, we’ll be trapped.” He addressed the two. The vicar approached looking away, “All because the prime minister mingled with a devil.” The volunteer blinked. He wasn’t sure what they were talking about. He wasn’t going to ask either, messing with elites meant a death sentence. The round man looked over at the doctor, biting his lower lip before speaking. “A-Apologies , Willhardt …” He softly spoke, and let go in surprise when the Doctor looked up at him. “Unhand me…” Doc. Willhardt addressed the volunteer softly. The volunteer didn’t know how to react, he let go in the first instance of being addressed. He was surprised for a reason he couldn’t explain-he willingly let go, was it out of fear, or confusion? Willhardt looked at his arms, now soaked in his own blood due to the lady from before whipping him in angst. “She blames me for her husbands' death…” He softly closed his eyes, shaking his head. “I couldn’t save him. And this won’t bring him back.” He let out a heavy huff of air. “I tried what I could, but even medicine is very limited.” His burnt, light brown hair fell out of place as he moved his head continuously to look between the four other men. “This, what you are doing is a mistake.” He softly added. “This isn’t going to bring anyone back.” He shrugged his shoulders down, feeling a heavyweight pushing his back towards the ground. The round man, the vicar, and the yard captain exchanged looks. The volunteer would occasionally look at the prominent figures, but glimpse away when it seemed like they were looking at him. Willhardt slowly walked over towards the volunteer, at the same time the round man stepped away. “You should probably go home to your family.” He softly addressed. “Or take them away from this town before the final stroke.” He spoke with sympathy. “Everything you been hearing is nothing more than a broken promise.” The volunteer nervously looked over towards the Round Man, then the Vicar, then the Yard Captain. He didn’t seem able to speak-let alone know the manor to address-especially in front of the elites. Silence…. “He’s right…” The vicar finally broke the silence. “Leave-now. It be best you find your family and flee.” The round man took a few steps to the side. “It’s too late to fix this. We don’t know what is, and isn’t.” The yard captain, “The deal has been done. We’ve all been sealed.” He slipped his revolver into his holster. The volunteer stood in confusion. He wasn’t sure what to do-leave, stay, disagree, argue? Which one was the right answer that wouldn’t stain his struggling social status? He seemed so warped in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that the young adult walked right up to him, and looked him in the eye. Quickly the volunteer stumbled back, almost falling back, but didn’t because of Willhardt holding him by the cuff. “Leave now. They won’t remember….” Willhardt softly warned, his tiresome blue eyes gazing into the volunteers' dark eyes. He let go of the volunteer, then turned away; only to hear the sound of footsteps running off into the distance. He looked slightly back to see that the volunteer was gone. Now alone with The Vicar, the Round man, and the Yard Captain; he approached the three, then walked past them. “Shall we?” He turned his head back. Seeing the three nod, he walked over the dead redcap. He herd the sound of footsteps following, sympathy in his eyes as he returned his attention to the fog right in front of him. Northern Side of Town:
Sky, Enj, Yard, Mob, flaming horse, kid, hornets' nest, ogre North West side of town:
Round man, vicar, Doctor Willhardt, Yard Captain, Woman with a whip, giant spiders and already set webs that are past the 6-foot mark West of town:
Reaper East of town:
N/A Town Square:
Burning Tree The Monster Room : Rider's BlockThe Monster Room : So Many Choices So Little TimeThe Monster Room : What you were (not) waiting forThe Monster Room : Breaking PointThe Monster Room : Fog Levels IncreasingThe Monster Room : Welcome
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 18:37:36 GMT -5
(To reply or wait for Clo. Choices choices. Art first. Then I'll come back to choices.)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jul 25, 2019 20:29:55 GMT -5
( //several hours later// mintedstar/fur oooh sweet! Yes I'm so down for a truth room, this sounds hilarious.)
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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 20:46:53 GMT -5
Loki took in everyone's answers, not recognizing the places named. Different worlds, then, or somewhere very far away. Loki made a mental note to remember the names and try to research them later to see if anything came up. But for now, they had larger issues to deal with.
"It won't let me tell the truth." Perhaps because they'd gone in with the intention to lie? Or perhaps one person wasn't able to; just to mess with everyone- to turn everyone suspicious. Loki shifted, feeling the uncomfortable prickle of everyone's eyes on them. Usually any matters dealing with the truth- or lack there of- were easily handled by them. So much for skating under the radar.
As the moments without an answer ticked on, Loki felt compelled to speak, though they were at a loss of what the House wanted them to say. Besides, they were rather stubborn by nature; being forced to do something was one sure way to make sure they'd try their hardest not to do it.
"Jotunheim." Loki was hardly sure that they'd been the one to speak. It had been from no concious will of their own. The tugging sensation vanished, and Loki sensed that the House was satisfied. Though satisfied with what, Loki had no idea. The answer made no sense. So much for the others' various homes warranting investigation. This was what they were going to look into when they blinked back. The House could be messing with them, or- No. It was impossible. They hid their bafflement under a look of cold composure. "The House is playing games just as much as the rest of us are, apparently."
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jul 25, 2019 21:05:09 GMT -5
For a split second, an extremely average looking man in a drab gray suit appeared slightly off to the side of the group. Then he abruptly dissolved into a lurid blue silhouette before the hologram vanished entirely, revealing Ghost standing on his hind legs. The bot's canine face was blank with surprise. Had one of his systems really just bluescreened? Eyes finally shifting to acknowledge the existence of other people in the room, Ghost dropped back down to all fours. Arlo he had encountered on his last visit to the house. The other three individuals were unknown. One of the strangers spoke a word that didn't seem to match up with any definition in Ghost's databanks before falling silent, a response to an unheard question. Perhaps a significant other? Names rarely came up with positive matches.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 21:39:11 GMT -5
The Doctor | Q&A Room (I love how literally everything is in the DW universe. There's a canon(ish. It's from a radio program) Jötunnheim. XD So even if it wasn't in classic mythology, she'd know what it was.) The Doctor took in the various words which, from all her experiences with other worlds, she recognized apart from Daud's. Earth, of course, but apparently an alternate reality of it. Loki's response intrigued her. "You were tryin' to say Asgard. One of the nine Norse realms. Jotunheim is the realm of giants. Not quite what ya were aimin' for." She looked down, sitting one one of the cushions in the circle. "Interesting. I don't believe the House is messin' with us. Other than in the fashion which seems usual from what I have seen." She glanced at Ghost, unsure if he would need to answer the question as well, or if he had come in too late. His name was apparently Ghost, since the name had appeared on the slip of paper in the center of the circle. She could have said more about what Loki had been forced to say. But she thought there was going to be enough questions without making an enemy. "Perhaps," she offered. "Your parent had you in a different realm. Sometimes that happens. People born on another planet but native to another." She shrugged. "Or maybe the House is talking about the future." She was next in line. If anyone ever said she couldn't be cunning, then they didn't know her. And none of these blinkers did. She didn't think the questioner had to answer the question they asked. She didn't know if questions could be repeated, but asking a more dangerous question for her might be a good idea. "What about ya families? Who's in it and what are they like?" It was another 'simple' question, but as pretty obvious from Loki's stuttering, they weren't always that way. (The 'I don't want to make enemies' Doctor: Starts saying things she thinks is reassuring with out context and just makes things worse. Also, I wonder if I'm suddenly causing Clo another headache with this question. XD)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2019 22:19:10 GMT -5
Too late, yes, but now they were trapped down here and Maladict had no doubt that those bubble creatures could follow them. "We need to keep moving," he said, pulling himself up. A scratch on his head was now bleeding, though it wasn't clear whether that had come from the impact on the wall or because some of their soapy friends had followed them in the form of some crabs which were clattering around the floor. Maladict got to his feet, tensing up, and glanced around the room for another exit. They had seconds, maybe less, before something followed them in that was bigger than crabs. "I can't see any doors," he said, tense. He could turn into a magpie again and perhaps escape, but that wouldn't help Hector. Maladict wasn't going to leave him. He kicked his foot a little, pushing some bubble crabs away before they succeeded in crawling up his pants legs. His foot scooted enough aside that he saw something under it. A ... chain? "What?" he muttered, bending down and picking up the chain. It was long, but not exactly big. He gave it an experimental tug ... And the floor dropped out from under his feet.
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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 23:04:45 GMT -5
A crab latched onto Hector's ear. He started up with a sharp exhale, muttering a few curses. He managed to crush it enough that it burst into seafoam, and he touched the spot where his ear was now lightly bleeding. Nothing serious, but ouch. Besides that, he had some puncture wounds on his shoulders from the big cat, and he was quite sore from his tumble down the slide.
"Anything that the House conjures is going to be quicker than us." Hector pointed out. "They can move through this stuff-" He raised an arm that was covered with the foam. "-with ease."
"Huh? What's tha-AAAH!" Hector yelled as the floor dropped out and all the suds began to drain, waving his arms as if he could transform into a bird as well. He stopped yelling, having the presence of mind to take in a deep breath. If they were going under, it might get hard to breath.
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Post by Auransky on Jul 26, 2019 0:11:52 GMT -5
Elliot: AU Room Elliot glimpsed away, his eyes looking up as a child would after lying to their parents about a minor offense. “Do I appear that oblivious?” He spoke in a lighter tone, some emotion coming into his nuetral tone. “Granted, if you have a will to fight back, then you really aren’t beyond the line.” He rested a hand against the side of his cheek. His turqoise eyes glanced around the red sky. His head turned to watch Sandalphon refer to his hood. Which was similar to a scarf, but there was a few issues with that. Assuming the attire the Primarch was wearing is his normal attire, it had to be recognizable by clearly the dwellers who had just attacked him. The angel further concluded his observation about the need for a full wardrobe change. “That does pose a problem.” Elliot leaned forward now, closer to the edge then earlier before. “What to do?” He softly asked out loud. He was relaxing-despite the situation, it seemed like at this moment the world was a peace. Only briefly. When the Primarch froze, his attention immediately turned, caught by the emotional shift. Had Elliot said something he shouldn’t have? The words were obvious, and straight forward. Given that the dwellers who attacked them had a reason-it seemed well fair to finish the job. Yet , his own attempt to explain further or elaborate if anything was cut short by the sudden flashes of the background , the colors surrounding them, the sky darkening, the ground becoming a cold sensation. Elliot jumped to his feet, his head moving quickly in multiple directions as their empty surrounding was ful of life. What in blazes? He stiffened, watching Sandalphon taking on a defensive position. He too shifted one foot forward, and set that foot on his toes. Whereas the back leg was used to house his full weight in case the stakes elevated. Another thing threw him off, confusion-hysteria, sorrow, frustration? He couldn’t read the emotions directly-rather it was mixed, and many. After the scene changed he blinked; thankfully the lighting was more dim than the futuristic room so it didn’t mess with his vision. But the outdoor scene changed to what appeared to be a church, or at least a space of religious practices. The emotions were stronger, there were whispers ranging in the background. His head followed the direction of emotions, until his eyes landed upon Hange on the ground who appeared to have been shattered. What could have happened to be broken within a short period of time? Then there was the young boy, Myrnin who was frantically trying to reassure Hange that everything was okay. Aside from the damaged Hange, there was still the issue with Myrnin. Something he needed to address soon-one way or another. But for the time being he prioritized Hange who seemed to be in an ocean of disarray. His entire expression returned to a nuetral emotionless stance. This was both a defensive and offensive means to avoid decomposing himself in the mist of the moment. His turquoise eyes looked over at Sandalphon who was flushed in confusion. One thing that caught his attention, was the audience that whispered in confusion. He observed the eyes, focusing on the various whispers flying though the room. They seemed to be paying no mind to the blinkers-so far. His head moved from side to side, following the glued eyes trying to connect the dots. The stares seemed to be coming towards the center of the room, but there was nothing there. And so his head moved further up until he spotted the podium-the same podium where Hange was having a mental break down. Furthermore a giant book. Did the book have magical properties? No… it couldn’t… nothing as far as he could tell was emitting from it. Was it the contents inside? Or was it? He looked down at himself, his once royal gown had been replaced with commoner clothes-of a higher tier mind you, but still not to match the need to address an audience of this side. To them he was no one-but even then that hasn’t stopped him from annexing for fun. Silently he approached the podium, keeping a small gap of distance from where Hange continued to have their episode. Then there was Myrnin who was standing on the edge of the podium trying not to fall- and trying to help his friend. And so-the first step to address an emotional wreck was to minimize the outside static noise. Starting with the closest case. With his hands reached out, he picked up Myrnin who was squirming and still trying to address Hange’s conditon. With the boy in his hands, he put the boy down to the side, and knelt down briefly. With his serious gaze, he spoke softly. “Want to help your friend? Try to settle yourself down. Your hysteria isn’t going to help. Breathe please.” He noticed the watery eyes. “If you don’t breathe , your breath will shorten. That wont help your friend.” He signaled Sandalphon, to come help. “We need to get these two out of this room.” He calmly addressed. “They’ll recompose themselves outside, get Hange.” He instructed.
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Post by Auransky on Jul 26, 2019 0:23:47 GMT -5
"Oh yea! They will completely understand why the blood of a human turned vampire carries healing properties. Exactly!" Rowlin replied out loud to a message that was forwarded to his tablet from his phone. He raised his hands in the air, shrugging in disbelief to the message he initially had read. It was clearly a fantastic idea-it would only unsettle the vampires who pride themselves for being of pure-blooded origin. Rowlin had turned around, quickly rubbing the ball of his foot against the ground as if there were a bug on the ground. "Don't answer..." He softly muttered, anticipating a second opinion on the matter. in the middle of his thought bubble, then spun around once more to see his entire scene had changed instantly. His bright green gaze looked down to see the table was gone, and the floor was entirely different. In fact, the room he was in had entirely changed. It was clearly the Paradox houses' doing. Not that it bugged him entirely-in fact this was quickly becoming a new way to buy time, he needed more time, there was never enough time in a day. He tapped the ground with the tip of his sneakers, as a means to just assure himself that the ground was there. He briefly rolled his shoulders back, then noticed that the temperature was well-colder then where he was previously. It was almost an internal debate to roll down his sleeves, that he had rolled back past his elbows. mintedstar/fur
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jul 26, 2019 2:36:59 GMT -5
Before Arlo could say anything else she vanished and was replaced with a certain red-haired elf, sitting on a cushion with a tankard in one hand . She'd been about to say something, but stopped when her surroundings changed. She looked around at the blinkers around her, raising an eyebrow slightly. From she could see, the room looked rather dull and uninteresting. When was she going to blink into one of the dangerous ones she kept hearing about? Oh well, at least it wasn't the living room again. "Hope this'll be good," she said, more to herself than the other blinkers. She'd only caught the last word of the Doctor's question so she wasn't sure what they'd been discussing. "Sooo... What exactly's going on here?"
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Post by strider on Jul 26, 2019 2:38:20 GMT -5
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. It was good to hear that not everyone had experienced death at the hands of the House. It was good to hear that there were good things about i too, even if it wasn’t entirely balanced. And it was good to hear someone speak who cared more about their friend’s wellbeing than their own. It was a relief to find some people without selfishness in this place, when his own world seemed so selfish at times. It was good to hear that maybe the House had decided to give Kelsier and his friend a gift after it hurt them. Maybe making it even wouldn’t be as hard as he thought it would be. A smile prodded at the corner of Orpheus’ lips. “I have heard of butterflies. Seen them too, but more often when I was little. When we actually got spring.” Kelsier’s smile was contagious. Orpheus’ small one grew until it was an actual grin, and he nodded. “It’s an honor,” he replied, moving towards the hallway. It was as though he didn’t say anything he didn’t mean. As though every word of his was genuine and unfiltered, as though he hadn’t yet learned that maybe what he actually felt wasn’t what the world wanted to hear. Or maybe he knew and he just wasn’t willing to give in. Without a second thought, Orpheus cast a glance at Kelsier and closed his eyes, racing down the hallway as though there might be a breeze that would tear through his hair. “This one,” he decided before his breath had returned in full. “I hope the House gives us everything it’s got.” And he opened the door and stepped in.
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Post by strider on Jul 26, 2019 2:47:58 GMT -5
“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." Nico nodded, taking in Sam’s interpretation of the words. It was frustrating to him that, of all of the languages he spoke, of course the House had to pick the one that he knew the least. It was as though hit was mocking him just a little bit, and if they were wrong about what the words said, if the water was a real river… well then, Nico didn’t really feel inclined to jump in and get swept downstream. He wasn’t even sure he knew how to swim. In the most drastic situation he supposed he could keep himself afloat for a little bit, but probably not for much longer than that. Or maybe he could swim and he just didn’t remember right now. That wasn’t what was important. “Okay,” he decided, moving closer to the letters. “Just don’t drown, right?” He cast an almost smile in Sam’s direction. “Ready?” Hopefully if they pushed the word, the water would go away and then they could just climb back down into the living room or the hallway or something. Or, given their luck, another room that wanted to challenge them like this one did. Yet this room had been more frustrating than enjoyable. It wasn’t the type of challenge Nico had needed. Or maybe it was, he realized, looking at Sam. Without second guessing his translation or Sam’s interpretation, he pushed on the word with all of his might, and the stone it was written on sunk into the wall. If something was going to happen, that would cause it. Nico braced himself.
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Post by strider on Jul 26, 2019 2:57:16 GMT -5
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?" Noah nodded. Normally he didn’t like to test his luck when it came to picking doors, but he would rather the consequences for this one lie on his shoulders rather than Myrnin’s. If it was a bad room he didn’t know if Myrnin would blame himself if he had picked the doors, but Noah knew the twas what he tended to do, even though he knew that it wasn’t the fault of whoever opened the door. It was just bad luck, or a particularly vindictive House. “I don’t think you have to worry about exciting,” he replied in that understated tone he had that still said he was listening, but made him seem just a little bit further away mentally. “I don’t think I’ve been to a room here that wasn’t at least a little bit exciting, even if it was in a really weird way.” He scanned the rows of doors, trying to feel for which one felt like it might be safe, but he knew it didn’t work like that. If he could sense that sort of thing, he would have figured out how by now, and he would never have entered any of the more painful rooms. “How about this one?” He asked, nearing one that looked just like all the rest. “Shall we try our luck here?”
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