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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 26, 2019 4:47:16 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, 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. Rowlin, for a brief time, was left alone in the living room. It didn't last. Nothing like that lasts in the Paradox House. Sooner or later, someone else always turns up. "You do know your hat is inside out, right? Though knowing you, you probably did it on purpose." There was a moment of silence, because it basically took that long to locate them man who was speaking. This was made difficult not because he was hard to see - he was completely visible - but because upon blinking in he'd phased directly though the chair he'd been blinked in on. The difference between phasing through the chair and, say, the floor underneath the chair (because what was to stop him from just falling forever?) was the man catching up with what in the world was going on. "House!" the exclamation was one of surprise, pure and simple. The man stood up (which was a very odd sight, since he was standing up through the middle of the chair). He danced out of his current confinements, like the chair had any substance for him at all. He looked back at it in surprise, not because of how he'd appeared (the House seemed to like awkward enterance) but because he was seeing it again at all. "Is this some kind of joke?" he asked, turning around and looking at the rest of the living room. His eyes fell on Rowlin and he froze like a deer in headlights. Then the man waved his hand around a couple times. Not a wave, but a test to see if Rowlin's eyes would have any reaction to him. "Can you see me?" Arthur asked, suddenly sounding excited.
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Post by Auransky on Jul 26, 2019 13:04:30 GMT -5
Rowlin took in a deep breath. One thing that he couldn’t utalize here was technology, so that marked off things he could get done with a device. Thankfully there was everything that was handwritten, like his lesson plans, grading , and last minute notes. He quickly materialized the lesson plan notebook in his hand. He had a childish smirk on his face, impressed with how quickly he was able to summon the notebook.
Ha! I’m getting better at this. He used the already inserted bookmark to open the book up. Thankfully he clipped a pen earlier. With his other hand, he snatched the pen and started to go line by line, box by box to tweak, add, and modify. His green eyes followed his pen strokes, eagerly as considered every prewritten note, before adding to it.
Normally the addition of company didn’t throw him off. In fact it was always a welcome addition, and just a great opportunity to bounce off ideas for just about everything. Yet his left foot twitched a bit, like that awkward sensation anyone gets when noting a potential calf cramp. He rasped the ground with the ball of his left foot, trying to flex and point lightly against the floor. Then there was the static sensation going down his spinal cord,like a cold hand pressed against his back, trying to forcefully turn him. He complied spinning around to only catch the end result of a man on the floor, and part of his existence phasing through a chair.
In surprise Rowlin dropped his notebook, watching the stranger with widened eyes, as he stood up with part of him still captured by the chair. It was almost like he was a ghost, or a being with that ability. Or, this could be another nightmare.
Yet the man seemed unphased by the fact that he was partly captured by the couch, instead excited to be in the house. He silently watched, unsure on how to react. A part of him wanted to reach out and casually pull the man out of the chair, and another side of him- He blinked, multiple times watching the man dance out of the chair. It seemed like the stranger-clearly not human, but also dead; maybe alive? He wasn’t sure how to react.
Then the man spoke again, not only with a question, but one directed to him-after the shock like a deer would when blasted with headlights. The ghostly man waved his hands, and that forced Rowlin to naturally step back, or more like stumble as he found his right foot unwilling to move, like he had been glued to bricks, and cemented to the ground. Yet against his might he forcefully shifted his foot back, thrusting his heel against the floor to make the shift happen.
Taking in a deep breath, Rowlin nodded. “I can see you.” He replied with surprise visible in his voice. “And if this is a joke, I don’t like it.” He further added. He wasn’t composing his thoughts, instead everything he thought was being vocally shared with this stranger.
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 26, 2019 16:31:04 GMT -5
(Hey, is there anywhere I can put Morrigan? She's a newbie :3)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 26, 2019 16:42:59 GMT -5
(Hey, is there anywhere I can put Morrigan? She's a newbie :3) (I have Arthur in the living room along with Shiningdiamond's Rowlin. You can join us.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 26, 2019 16:50:34 GMT -5
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. Sam didn't think that he could drown. Even if he wasn't strong enough to stay afloat, he didn't think breathing in water would make too much of a difference either way. The feeling made him sick. But at least Nico didn't know any of that. Instead, Sam just smiled a bit an nodded. Yeah ... no drowning. He looked at the word and then at the river, tensing. He hoped he hadn't been wrong. If he was, then there wasn't much they could do now. Slowly, however, there was the sound of rushing waters. Part of the river literally started to sink inward on itself and the rush turned into a roar as the water sunk to some unknown location below. Then there was the sound of grinding rock and Sam stepped forward to see that the sinkhole in the river had now produced large stone steps, jutting out from the side of the whole and descending downward into a darkness that even Samuel couldn't see the bottom of. Sam looked back at Nico and swallowed. He wasn't sure if he was more worried about the journey or where it would lead. "I'll go first," he said. Then he stepped onto the first step, carefully so as not to slip. Then he stepped forward, down to the next one ...
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 26, 2019 16:53:26 GMT -5
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. Spring. Kelsier knew of spring, of course, the same he knew of winter and summer and fall, but he hadn’t know that butterflies were connected to the concept. Now that he thought about it, of course they were. It had been warm in the room, and they were such small, fragile things he couldn’t imagine them surviving the harsh cold of winter. He discovered he wished he could see them again. It was nice that they simply existed in Orpheus’ world, though, that he could see the, when spring came. If spring came. He blinked, why wouldn’t spring come? Unless the younger man just meant that spring hadn’t been acting like itself lately. But the way he said it sounded a lot like he meant it. When Orpheus ran, he did too, keeping up easily even without burning pewter. Running was familiar, but it felt good to do it with someone else, especially because when he glanced to the side he saw that Orpheus’ eyes were closed. Something pricked his heart, fear for what could happen to this brave boy and respect for his optimism, even if it seemed a bit naive. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t. He didn’t pretend to know what had happened to the other blinker, though he wondered whether he might find out soon. He stopped and looked at the door Orpheus had chosen. It looked exactly the same as all the others, of course it did. You didn’t pick them based on appearance. At the last statement he opened his mouth, the same feeling as earlier stabbing harder in his chest, but the boy had gone. Cursing under his breath, Kelsier flared his pewter just in case and stepped in after him.
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 26, 2019 17:00:29 GMT -5
(Okay! Thanks!)
Morrigan blinked into the House mid-leap, with her umbrella open and in hand. "Step boldly!" She cried, not fully aware yet of the change. Only when she landed did she actually get a sense of what was going on. Her dark eyes darted around, taking in the scene, before they landed on the other two blinkers in the room. "Where am I?" She demanded, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. "A-am I still in Nevermoor? Is Squall here?" She tightened her grip on her umbrella at the thought, although it wouldn't have done much good if it was the case.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 26, 2019 17:01:21 GMT -5
"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?” Myrnin leaned forward, looking the door over with curiosity. It seemed fine to him. But then again, since when had there been a situation where he didn't think that. He walked forward as soon as the door was open, glancing once with hesitation at Noah. He seemed worried, though Myrnin still wasn't completely sure why. Was there a bad experience he'd had with a room? He wasn't sure. But he reached out and patted the boy on the arm, reassuringly. "It'll be okay," he said brightly before stepping through the doorway into the room beyond, glancing back to check that Noah was coming as well.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 26, 2019 17:02:58 GMT -5
( OH IT'S THIS MORRIGAN! AWESOME! I'm reading that book! I love Jupiter North and am semi-considering RPing him here. XD )
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 26, 2019 17:07:27 GMT -5
(YESSSSS Oh wait, how far are you into it? I might have to change something.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 26, 2019 17:11:55 GMT -5
(I am to Morrigan trying to quiz Jupiter about the trails and how in the world she is going to pass them if she isn't special and Jupiter avoiding answers like a pro. I believe the chandelier had just fallen and was beginning to regrow again and the guy who had tried to bid on Morrigan had turned up to talk to her again. That's where I am. Don't feel you have to change anything on my account though! I'll just go finish the book/s as soon as possible. ^^ My sister (who got me into the series) would be ecstatic.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 26, 2019 17:20:36 GMT -5
Arthur Dee | Living room
Arthur raised his hands in a placating gesture to Rowlin, still grinning from ear to ear. His body was see-through for a second, but after he collected himself he looked just like any regular human. That was, he was solid and you could no longer see part of the chair through his back. "My apologies, my apologies. I didn't expect to return here again. Much less that the House would choose such an inopportune moment to send me back here. I promise you I am not a joke, though I can't say the sa -" he cut himself off and turned to look over at the girl who had just blinked in. He blinked, surprised. "Ah." He glanced back at Rowlin and then tilted his head a bit as if silently asking if he wanted to somehow take this one. Then he looked back. "Afraid not. I have no idea what either of those are. Other than perhaps a reference to Poe. This is the Paradox House." He was glad he was no longer standing in the chair. It made it easier to talk to people when they weren't gaping at him. Not that he'd had that experience lately. The novelty that the blinkers in the House could actually see him still hadn't worn off. Rowlin didn't know him and neither did Morrigan. That worried him just a bit. Had he been away so long that everyone he knew was no longer here? He'd ask later.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 26, 2019 17:35:09 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. There was a hard WHOOMP as Maladict landed in the living room couch. At least the House had been decent enough to give him a soft landing this time. Right up until the point that Hector landed on him. "Ow," said Maladict into the cushions. He pushed himself onto his elbows. "That hurt. Are you okay?" Now his back hurt too. But at least he felt okay otherwise. Most of his injuries had already closed up, though unlike another certain vampire, they weren't completely healed past that. "Living room," he confirmed, looking around and then up at the ceiling. Nothing. "No bubble creatures. I hesitate to say it, but we might be safe ...?"
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 26, 2019 20:04:02 GMT -5
(Okay! :3)
"The Paradox House..." Morrigan echoed, a frown forming on her face. It definitely wasn't a place she'd heard of. Considering Arthur's comments, it probably wasn't in the Republic, and it definitely wasn't in the Free State, either. The panic from earlier was being rapidly replaced with confusion- where exactly was this place, and how had she traveled so quickly? "But where are we?" Morrigan finally asked. "Which Pocket? What State?"
(Sorry it's so short!)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 26, 2019 20:23:10 GMT -5
From Hange’s position on the floor, their horrified expression slowly faded to a neutral one, and then to a wide, almost manic smile. “Damn you, House...” they muttered, a shaky, halfway sort of laugh escaping their throat before they could stop it. “You had me there...for a second...”
And it had. For just a moment...and even now, though they had full knowledge that this was all an illusion...it was hard to keep from putting faces to the names. From putting a face to the name Their Royal Highness.
Slowly, shakily, they stood up, bracing themself on the podium as they took a deep, steadying breath that did little to lesson the current shade of deathly pale their complexion had, momentarily, become. “No - don’t go outside,” they instructed quickly, mind slowly but surely catching up to what the others had been saying all around them. “It’ll look suspicious. We don’t want a riot. Down the hall to your right. Take a left, then a right, then another right, and you’ll end up in the King’s - ah whoops, I suppose it’s mine, now - you’ll end up in my quarters. I’ll meet you there in a moment - if possible, I’d like to prevent this execution before I join you.”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 26, 2019 21:46:46 GMT -5
Sandalphon remained where he was, standing a small ways away from the other blinkers towards the back of the balcony, hidden red eyes observing the situation in front of him like a hawk. His attention was mostly focused on the audience, every muscle in his frame taut in anticipation in case they started anything. Back in the post apocalyptic remains of Port Breeze, it hadn't taken him long to figure things out and know what to expect. Here was a different story. He had no idea where and/or when they were, if it was still a point in time after the Calamities succeeded, if they had even happened yet and so on.
What a headache...
So far the audience has remained civil, only resorting to concerned looks, directed at Hange, and whispers amongst themselves. Regardless that could all change in a instant, so even as he refocused back on the rest of his group, the Primarch kept them in his peripheral vision the whole time.
Nodding in response to Elliot's signal, "Leave it to me." The heels of his boots tapped against the wooden floor as Sandalphon left his position and approached. Noticing that Elliot had received a fresh set of new clothes, he felt a hint of petty envy in sprout his core. He was still stuck in his original armor, which was peppered in dents, tears and holes. The fact the Supreme Primarch was forced in front of a crowd in such a sorry state was beyond humiliating. The only thing worse would be another round of airsickness...
The archangel's bit of internal sulking manifested itself as a disgruntled frown on what was visable of his face, but it didn't hinder his physical actions at all, as he was still aware he had a job to do. He came to a stop near both Hange and Elliot, although he made no effort to retrieve the fallen human to carry them out. No... There was a faster, not to mention safer, way to get everyone out without going near the crowd.
At least that had been the plan until Hange spoke up with both a point and an alternative course of action. Which worked for him, the more energy he could save the better.
Sandalphon turned his head towards the hall the other blinker indicated as he tossed a few prospects around in his mind. As much as he wanted to follow Hange's instructions and get out of the public eye, the archangel also didn't want to leave them behind to face the crowd alone if things went south when they tried to spare these other mortals from the executioner's block either. While his grumpy expression changed none to relay it, the safety of the others was more important to him then nursing his pride.
"Elliot." He said, lifting his face just enough so that his red eyes were visable to the vampire. Since the other man already had Myrnin with him, "Take the kid and go ahead. I'm going to remain here, just to be safe." And with that, the Primarch made his decision and back he went to where he'd stood previously, intent on watching over the upcoming proceedings like a silent sentinel.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 26, 2019 23:08:36 GMT -5
Touka blinked into the House, running a hand nervously through her hair. “Okay...well, that doesn’t change too much - “ She paused, fingertips still tangled in her hair, and blinked, taking in her new surroundings and the strangers that surrounded her. No blinks for almost two months, and now, the second time this week?
Ominous.
The place seemed ordinary enough, though - too ordinary. There was nothing to work with, no special features or objects to manipulate, aside from the pillows. Which meant the room was probably psychological. Either that, or the danger just hadn’t arrived yet. Well, they’d all find out soon enough.
“Hey,” she said, flagging down the nearest members - the Doctor and Daud, neither of which she’d met before. “You two know how long this room’s been running?”
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Jul 26, 2019 23:13:54 GMT -5
Wicked amusement glinted in Daud's eyes as Loki tried to brush off the answer. There was one question answered. It seemed if they didn't tell some version of the truth, the entity would force the truth. Interesting. Even the Outsider couldn't compel someone to act against their own will. "You were the only one who tried to lie," he pointed out in response to Loki's dismissal. Loki certainly wasn't the only one trying to 'play games' with the House, but they didn't need to know that.
His attention drifted to a plain looking man who suddenly seemed to disparate into... a strange looking... dog? Daud's eyes narrowed slightly. It was too slim, too furry, its ears too big, and its nose much too short to be a normal hound. Of course it had been fronting as a human, so perhaps there was something else there. Keeping one eye on the dog, he listened to the Doctor as she put forth her own opinion and explanation. It made sense, from what he could understand, but still he thought the noble had simply tried to lie. It's simply what they did.
At the question posed by the Doctor, Daud found it to be simple. He didn't have any family except for the Whalers. Still, they didn't need to know how much he cared about them. "My gang," he replied off handedly, full intending on stopping there only to feel a tugging sensation. He blinked, brow creasing. It wanted names? He grit his teeth. Their names were all most of them had, and while he was fine with his name being broadcasted to the city, he wouldn't expose them. The tugging sensation intensified and "Rapha," slipped out through gritted teeth. His frown deepened as he realized the House was trying to pull details out of him. Thoughts scrambling for the least incriminating details he could find, he straightened up, trying to regain his composure as he said, "They're clever, but f[oops]ing annoying." Once it was out, the tugging vanished, and Daud got the sense that the damn entity was pleased. It wasn't so different from the Outsider after all.
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he looked to the newcomer, then to the Doctor. She had said 'room'. Was that what these things were? They called this place The Paradox House, and yet he hadn't seen anything that resembled a house yet. Was that this entity's game? Send them into rooms for its own amusement? Certainly seemed likely.
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Post by Auransky on Jul 27, 2019 1:00:19 GMT -5
Rowlin was still in silence from the ghost standing in front of him. He wasn't scared, just not expecting it. I have them on? he slowly looked towards his bare wrists only to jerk his head back. He didn't have them in-right i was in the one place i don't need them , and now I'm not. he looked further down to stare at his shadow. Wait - he facepalmed, then with the heel of his left foot he scrunched at the ground as anyone would after seeing a bug.
With his free hand, he pointed towards the notebook on the ground. As if on command , it levitated into the air , then proceeded to disappear.
"I never said you were." He replied , only to turn his somewhat lost attention towards the new presence. She seemed unfamiliar, actually she was. He hasn't met her , but either she was new or they just haven't met. Then Arthur asked to take this one. Ritalin waved giving the other lad the go ahead. He seemed eager after all.
This was a good opportunity to recompose himself. His left heel further dug against the floor as Arthur spoke with the newcomer.
Rowlin carefully listened to her mention a few familiar words. Pocket, state. These words could also relate to natioj, republic, monarchy, leader, president. He leaned slightly forward dragging his heel against the ground. "Unfortunately, we have yet to understand where exactly here is." He lightly entered the conversation. "We could bring a pocket , a realm, or a bubble. But wpthat question has yet to be answered."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 27, 2019 2:34:15 GMT -5
Q and A Room | The Doctor | Cloverleaf Iceclaw <Raintalon> »ƑαƖcση --cato phoenix "Language," The Doctor said, nose twitching a bit at Daud's tone. But she supposed having the House tug answers out of you that you didn't want to give had to be hard. She knew that things were probably going to go further than that the longer people remained here. Already, two new people had blinked in and had been added to the list. "It's a question and answer room," she explained to Touka (who had been out in the hall hardly a couple minutes ago for The Doctor) and a woman with orange hair, Eliyen, who The Doctor had met before. "Ya appear to have to answer truthfully. The order of who can ask questions is on the paper and it's based on when ya blinked in. The question was who was your family and what are they like." She nodded at Loki. "Loki is after me to ask questions." She listened to Daud's answer, but so far he had been the only one. There was also the dog-robot.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 27, 2019 2:50:16 GMT -5
<Raintalon> Auransky HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾtMyrnin didn't like how Elliot was practically carrying him and he didn't like the fact that he was with Elliot instead of Hange. His hands reached out to them, but he didn't struggle. He just seemed really worried. He was still, just a little, crying. The hunger had and was getting exponentially worse. It wasn't helping his mood. He chewed on his lip without really noticing, trying to search Hange's face. Were they really going to be okay? He tried to relax, though cast a slightly distressed glance at Sandalphon as they decided his fate. He didn't think he had much of a choice in this anyway ... (Sorry it's so short!)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 27, 2019 3:18:11 GMT -5
Auransky zeph!(Excuse Arthur's rather confusing philosophy on the House. XD It's easier on the head to just ignore him and not press for his reasons. Because I ... er ... can literally write up an essay length post supporting his points. Best to just get the usual Welcome to the Paradox House speech.) Arthur glanced at Rowlin, eyebrow rising. What was with the whole dragging his heal along the ground? Did he have a leg cramp? He seemed to have been acting like it had been asleep a couple seconds ago. "We aren't in either of those," he seconded what Rowlin had said. "This is ... actually ... you explain it." He waved his hand at Rowlin again. He didn't know his name yet. "No one seems to believe me when I say it. Because I always say something different than everyone else's mainstream beliefs." He shrugged his shoulder, his expression the same as if he had said 'what can you do?' No one ever believed his theory. He'd never seen anyone else's match his. It was always some variation off 'we're in another dimension, a pocket reality, a place removed from your world'. That seemed easier to swallow since it wasn't as gloomy as his own. Arthur believed that the House was a form of afterlife. And that the blinkers into it were all dead. As a ghost, he felt he should have at least a bit of knowledge about such things. At the very least, it was a sort of purgatory. It made sense to him. He assumed Rowlin would give the usual welcome speech though. "I'm Arthur Dee," he said instead, bending at the waist in a bow. "And you two are?"
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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 27, 2019 3:23:37 GMT -5
Apparently the Doctor knew of the Norse realms. Though Loki didn't know Gallifrey. There was a possibility that they were from the same universe. Though, that fact was more irritating than interesting at the moment. Especially since Loki genuinely didn't have an answer. And they couldn't lie about not knowing what was going on, either. That was absolutely not fair. Now everyone had sized them up as a liar, hampering any attempts to deceive later. And, ironically, it was from the one time they hadn't lied. Loki scowled.
The Doctor was someone to watch out for, Loki decided. Quick-witted, aware of their realms, and nosy. Three traits that could become quite dislikable very quickly. As the Doctor mused about possibilities, Loki was irked to find that they could only answer, truthfully, that they didn't know. They didn't often find themself blindsided, and being unable to lie was not helpful. "I... have no explanation." Now that was something they didn't say often. Loki sent a sideways glare towards Daud as he spoke with a gleeful expression in his eyes. A look that promised, Mock me and you will regret it.
Loki was already scheming for when their blink back happened. They'd go home, find answers, and lie all they wanted with no House to interfere. First stop, the archives. Second stop, Jotunheim. Of course, there was always the possibility that the House was just messing with them. But it was a thread worth following.
Loki's gaze flickered over to the couple newbies that the House had blinked in. None that they really recognized. The prinxe's attention was brought back to the game at hand as the Doctor asked her question. They watched Daud answer, curious about this unknown blinker. A gleam in their green eyes mirrored Daud's earlier amusement as he, too, experienced the effects of the room.
"Frigga. My mother." They'd intended to stop there. Just a name and an explanation for each person. Impersonal. But the House was clearly having some influence, words unraveling from their tongue like thread being unspooled. "Clever; with the most talented and beautiful magic I've ever seen. Though I believe she listens to my father too much."
Loki's eyes widened slightly, surprised at their own words that they were spitting out. But once they'd started talking it was like the House had opened the floodgate and there was nothing Loki could do to stop it. "My father Odin. Temperamental, but wise when he wants to be. We're not as close." Shut up, shut up, stop talking. Loki made a motion as if to cover their mouth, but their arm froze, as if the House was stopping the motion. "He doesn't- exactly- approve of me. But- I wish he did."
"And Thor. He's my brother, but sometimes he's just a swaggering idiot. Actually, most of the time he's a swaggering idiot." He's my brother. It had been the explanation, but with the way Loki said it, it filled the "positive trait" requirement for the question. Thor was his brother, and that counted for a lot. Friends you could lose, and allies, you could never really trust. But you were stuck with a brother, for better or for worse.
Once they'd finished, Loki snapped their mouth shut, unwilling to risk saying anything else. And glared daggers at the Doctor. At least they weren't throwing them.
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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 27, 2019 3:41:33 GMT -5
Hector flailed as he fell through the opening and down into the living room. He grunted as he fell on top of Maladict, curving his arm up so he didn't accidentally run the vampire through with his own sword. Though really, at least he had been the second person to fall. An elbow to the back like that probably did not feel great, but it was better than landing on a sword. "Sorry." He said as he rolled off of Maladict, sitting on the couch for a moment to catch his breath.
"I'll be alright." Hector answered. He wasn't feeling great right now, but he didn't think anything was too serious. "You?"
"Looks like it." Hector agreed. "Unless it's decided to replicate the living room's design. But, I have a feeling that it's over. Thank you, by the way, for your help back there. Ah, and here's your sword." He'd nearly dropped it during his fall. (Actually, Clo forgot about it but shhh.) He held it out to Maladict, but quirked an eyebrow as he did so, a silent question in his eyes.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jul 27, 2019 4:20:17 GMT -5
Keeping his ears trained towards the next person to speak, Ghost padded forwards and sat down on a cushion of his own, joining the group. There was nothing to be gained by remaining aloof in this particular room. The blonde woman posed a question about family. Family? The dark-haired man with the scarred face volunteered a response first, but seemed to struggle with delivery. It wasn't until the blonde woman spoke up that the puzzling behavior made sense. A room that demanded the truth, which would explain why Ghost's hologram had inexplicably failed. More than that, if the blonde woman was correct, they were being forced to volunteer information that they themselves might not know. This would be interesting.
The person dressed in dark robes spoke next, mouth waxing poetic about each member of the family while the body very clearly rebelled. Ghost cocked his head, carefully filing away the information along with the note that this person did not appear used to speaking the truth. Should they be encountered again outside this room, honesty would not be as easy to come by. As for the blonde woman's question... "I have no-" Ghost's voice cut out and his confidence in an easy answer vanished. The dog tilted his head. "Have no-." He frowned. Perhaps that was an incorrect answer. How could it be though? He was a machine, family was not a concept that applied to him. Yet still an answer was demanded. Had he once had a family? What qualified as family? Relatives, parents, children, perhaps close friends if the scarred man's answer was accepted. No person Ghost knew fell into any of those categories.
It was then that an old file rose unbidden to the front of his memory. A very old file, with information Ghost had tucked away years ago. "There were," he began cautiously, expecting to be silenced once more, "approximately two hundred and eighty six AI build versions that preceded me. They could be considered siblings, to a degree." So that answered the first half of the question. With that information, the second half was much easier. "They were destroyed."
(ninja edit because forgot to refresh the page before posting whoops )
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Post by Sησω on Jul 27, 2019 6:00:53 GMT -5
Anika || Q & A Room A four-headed dragon appeared in the Q & A room. She emanated a terrible smell, much like that of rotting meat. It probably had to do with the fact she looked undead - parts of her body lacked scales and skin, leaving flesh and bone exposed. At seeing the sudden change in her surroundings, Anika's heads rose and she began to tense up. A memory crossed through her mind: suddenly coming to an unfamiliar place. . .it was different than this, but it had happened just as abruptly. She'd had more heads there. 11, if she remembered right. She made sure to check because of it, however she only had the usual four this time. Wait. The memory was growing clearer, and she knew she'd been alive before and after mysteriously going to that place. In a way, it had predicted her future. Was that what was happening to her now? Anxiety began to form as she observed the happenings of the room. The blinkers below seemed to be sharing things about their lives, their families. "Um, hello," the dragon shyly greeted, unsure of what to do.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 27, 2019 13:34:39 GMT -5
The Doctor | Q & A Room Well. Loki didn't like her now. Something told The Doctor that it was hard to get on their good side anyway. But that didn't mean she wasn't a bit disappointed. Unlike the last time, she didn't comment on what they said. It seem advised to keep it to the usual question and answer system. At the very least, it would give Loki a chance to calm down. They were going to get to ask the next question anyway. The Doctor had to prepare for that. As was always obvious from the previous times there had been answers, it was clear that she would have to answer completely. And so far there didn't seem to be a way around it. So either she was going to have to think of a way that they hadn't thought up or she was just going to have to prepare herself for the inevitable. She was distracted when Ghost spoke up. Her mouth grew a bit dry at this new information. "I'm very sorry," she said. She wanted to ask why, but like what had happened with the others she didn't think this answer was completely given by the will of the blinker. That left Touka, Eilyeen, and the newest blinker. If the bounds of the question still fit them. "It's a questions and answers room," she explained to the dragon. "If you're suddenly tempted to talk about your family then I guess it applies to you still.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 27, 2019 13:50:01 GMT -5
Izaya appeared in the Q & A room, hanging upside down by his legs and his long coat almost slipped down over his arms. His support gone, the broke fell spectacularly, hitting the ground headfirst and rolled over on his back with his limbs out at several odd angles. He blinked at the ceiling. Ah yes. The Paradox House, the thing, or person, or people, that kept vrooming him out of his universe. There were other people there too, and he sat up, a smile forming on his pale features despite the large bruise forming on his head. “Questions and answers?” He repeated, sitting up as he overheard the doctor explain. To a dragon, naturally. He narrowed his eyes at Anika, taking in her rather unpleasant smell and appearance. He glanced down. “Well, I don’t seem to be rotting, so I guess that isn’t a room thing.” He observed, his hands doing at least half the talking. “Questions? Answers? Sounds intriguing. Who’s up next? I’d love to hear some secrets. I have too younger sisters, twins, that are the only people I truly care about.” He choked on his own words, eyes widening in shock. What...that wasn’t...what the...what?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 27, 2019 13:55:26 GMT -5
Hector flailed as he fell through the opening and down into the living room. He grunted as he fell on top of Maladict, curving his arm up so he didn't accidentally run the vampire through with his own sword. Though really, at least he had been the second person to fall. An elbow to the back like that probably did not feel great, but it was better than landing on a sword. "Sorry." He said as he rolled off of Maladict, sitting on the couch for a moment to catch his breath. "I'll be alright." Hector answered. He wasn't feeling great right now, but he didn't think anything was too serious. "You?" "Looks like it." Hector agreed. "Unless it's decided to replicate the living room's design. But, I have a feeling that it's over. Thank you, by the way, for your help back there. Ah, and here's your sword." He'd nearly dropped it during his fall. (Actually, Clo forgot about it but shhh.) He held it out to Maladict, but quirked an eyebrow as he did so, a silent question in his eyes. Maladict took the sword back and wiped it off with his shirt. It was still slightly bubble covered from the encounters in the room. "Thanks," he said. "I'll be fine. Just a couple scrapes and bruises." They'd be gone in a couple minutes more. He looked up, catching the fact that Hector was looking at him oddly. Questioningly. "What?" he asked, then looked down at the sword. He tried to remember what in the world he had talked about before the room about it. "I don't actually use it the same way you might expect," he said with a small incline of the head. "It's for other people to use, not me. People don't exactly like my species too much in some places or they just want to pick a fight. So I give them the sword to at least give them a chance." Hector had seen him in the room. He was capable of working and fighting without a sword.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jul 27, 2019 14:16:31 GMT -5
Eliyen's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Daud answer what she assumed had been the doctor's question. He didn't seem to want to speak, yet he did so anyway, talking about someone from his world. Why would he- her gaze darted back to the Doctor before she could stop herself. Surely it was some kind of sick joke. The House couldn't force her to tell the truth, and certainly not to that question... but it had been able to pull things out of blinkers' minds and make them real in that other room, what was the difference? Forcing herself to hide her inner panic, Eliyen rolled her eyes. "This place really is ridiculous sometimes," she muttered. Sh glanced at Loki when they answered, then Ghost. She didn't want to answer but she didn't have a choice. She had to say something. "My family is gone," she tried to stop there, but the House pushed her on. "I never knew my father and Kassani was my mother. She was an excellent shade hunter but-" Stop. "But no matter what I did I was never good enough for her," she couldn't keep the bitterness from her voice. "She was always disappointed in me."That's enough. "My half sister was Vyra," her eyes widened slightly as the name left her lips. Not Vyra. Why did the House have to drag Vyra into this? "She was gentle and kind... She was nothing like our mother but she was still her favorite." Her gaze dropped to the tankard in her hand. "I loved her but I was jealous of her." The House finally let go and she took a swig of her drink, attempting to regain her composure. "Like I said. This place is ridiculous," she repeated her earlier statement in halfhearted irritation.
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