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Post by Auransky on Jul 27, 2019 15:34:38 GMT -5
AU world - Elliot
Elliot had put the Myrnin down, paying no mind to the young man's protest let alone displeased with being picked up. It wasn't the time of place to be sharing opinions anyways, instead it was the time to act.
His attention turned towards Hange , now giving them the orders. Not sure how to emotionally respond he turned to Sandalphon who further backed Hange's orders. Then that just left him with- the child... his attention returned to Myrnin who appeared to be trying but clearly failing to compose himself.
He wasn't going to argue with Hange or Sandalphon, it was a two to one on the matter. "We'll see you in a bit." Elliot nodded , now picking up Myrnin once more. The young adolescent was easy to pick up, making it seamlessly possible for the vampire to do it with one hand.
He made his way for the hall, taking a right then left , followed by another right into the final right. It was as Hange sais, their quarters, and seemingly empty and unguarded which indicatd that the main attraction was in back there.
Reaching the inside of the room, he opened the door, then quickly closed the doors behind him. All try could do was wait in this instance. Oh right - he had almost forgotten about Myrnin in his grip. He approached the bed in the far back of the room and put him down, "sorry.." He softly apologized, then approached the door, using it as a means to lean against it. This way he could better observe the room, and listen dormant approaching figures.
Elliot couldn't help but continuously glimpse at Myrnin. There was a few issues he had, and wanted to address but was this really the best time? He crossed his arms, then glanced slightly down. "Aside from concern, how are you feeking? Scared, tired, hungry, confused?"
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 27, 2019 16:13:33 GMT -5
(ok des! ^^) Hook was right to think that Ougi was making a game of it. It was partially that, and partially her boasting that yes, she now did exist as a human in her world. At least mostly. She didn't have to be believed in just to exist anymore. Her smug smirk had a hint of something genuine in it, of her being happy for her own sake. It didn't mean her malicious personality was completely gone, though. "Oh I see. Like how you have a hook for a hand," she pointed out, literally pointing it out in fact. A pointed sleeve was aimed at his left hand, her eyes following. "Hmm... I don't know the limits of my on physiology. Wouldn't you think a room would be just the thing that would allow me to find out?" Her voice turned excited slightly, as though she were ready to be turned into a superhero and he was perfectly willing to play the mad scientist who put her in a blender, or a vat of acid, or a pool of alligators. Her pace quickened a little like they would go into a door sooner that way; it was fitting, teenage energy that came with her stature. Hook was reluctant to peel away his suspicious gaze, even as her enthusiasm seemed to spike. He followed her extended sleeve towards his hook with frown, seeming to disagree with the comparison. He groaned a little at her suggestion, “Or you could just...” he trailed off into a half hearted murmur as she bonded off. His pace fixed as he trailed after, though he cast a hesitant glance over his shoulder as she moved ahead of him. The idea of doing a room with Ougi seemed exhausting, and maybe even dangerous. It made him miss having Shade at his side instead of her, but he figured it wouldn’t do him any good trying to get out of it now. With a huff he turned towards one of the closer doors, slowing in front of it. “Come on then,” he called out to her, waiting for her to join him before going in. (Shit dude sorry for vanishing on u there)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 27, 2019 16:22:43 GMT -5
Any free places I can throw someone?? I’ve got Vince, Atreus, Peter, or Bakugo who can go anywhere!))
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jul 27, 2019 16:31:36 GMT -5
i could blink someone in somewhere if you want! i have arlo, mini vyra, timewarp eliyen, luna or possibly lucian- or there’s a question/answer room going that makes you tell the truth. i think there’s around 7 blinkers in it so far)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 27, 2019 17:16:04 GMT -5
(Pff that might be interesting with Vince considering he already does that,, I might see! The busy rooms are kinda tough for me to keep up w tho,,)
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Post by Sησω on Jul 27, 2019 18:24:43 GMT -5
Anika || Q & A Room Two of Anika's heads turned to address Izaya as he spoke. Ah, yes - she faintly remembered it from the last time, too: weird creatures with strange behaviors. In truth, she found it rather funny. One head rolled its eyes. The other let out a chuckle (if it could even be called that, it sounded somewhere between a laugh and a cough). "Won't be able to help that," both heads stated in unison. Back to serious manners, the Emperor took note of how it seemed like words were being forced out of the creatures' mouths. Was this part of the vision? It now appeared to be her turn, and the anxiety was growing. What would happen if she talked? Keep it simple and short. Simple and short. She was still scared, but hopefully repeating those thoughts would help. Simple and short. "I don't ha-" all four of the beast's heads began to speak, but not a single one was able to finish the sentence. "I have no fa-" she tried again to be faced with the same luck. She was trying to tell the truth. Family that couldn't be remembered was not family at all. Just then, her thoughts were filled with memories. The memories flashed as pictures through her mind, way more vivid than any other thing she'd recalled from life. Before she was able to redirect or even begin to comprehend what she was experiencing, the sudden recollections had begun to spill off her tongues. "My father, Midnight, was the leader of the clan. He wanted me to be a strong hunter. I tried my best, but he never seemed pleased. He always seemed to like my twin sister, Sunset, better than me. My mother, Magnolia, was kind and sweet. In a way, she was like a mother to all the hatchlings, even those who weren't her own children. She always tried her best to keep us safe. She was a role model to me. She inspired me to protect another clan member during a battle with an enemy group. My life was lost that day," as one head finished speaking, another promptly began. "I never knew my true mother or father that well. Both of them died shortly after I was born. I was raised by my older sister, a thief named Daelin. I became much like her and survived off of stealing from others. One day, I took a fatal risk. I flew into a battlefield, hoping to pick up things that the fighting dragons left behind. I was mistaken as one of the warriors and got killed as a result," as the second head ended its story, the third continued the chain. "I didn't know my mother, though I'm grateful that I had a father like Thorin. From the moment I was born, I was quite weak. I could hardly move at first. Even when I finally got the strength to walk and move around, I never learned how to fly. My sister and brothers, Dresden, Mokele, and Aravi liked to tease me and call me names, but my dad was always there to support me. Unfortunately, he couldn't help on the day that I was forced to go into battle and fight against a clan that was rivals with mine. I was wounded and left to die," there was a moment of silence before the last head spoke. "I always looked down upon my parents, Louisa and Sanctum. They acted selfless, putting the needs of others before themselves. I thought that they were too soft. I wanted to be viewed in the same light as my stepmother, Alain, a tough dragon who was never afraid to fight for herself. She was fearless about voicing her opinions and often picked fights with my clanmates, but I admired her for her strength and ferocity. As I grew up, I wanted to learn to fight. I eventually became a respected warrior. However, there was one battle that I couldn't win. The dragons I was fighting were just too strong. That was the day I bit the dust," and that was the end. As the images faded, the Emperor realized what had happened. The lives of the four dragons before their deaths were now more clear than ever. All of that had almost seemed surreal. "I-I. . .what. . ." she let the events, the ones she'd just spoken about, play through her mind once more. This all frightened her on a level that she couldn't comprehend. Even though it wasn't the best, she wanted to be back in her shelter. She didn't want to think about this vision, or whatever it was.
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Post by Sησω on Jul 27, 2019 18:25:49 GMT -5
( ~∂єѕтιиу - I'm open to timewarp Anika or blink someone else in for you!)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 27, 2019 18:25:52 GMT -5
“Pfft, like I’m giving the House any of those answers,” said Touka, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, my dad raised us alone until he was killed by the doves, then it was just me and my brother, Ayato.”
Wait.
Sh(oops). That was why someone as intimidating-looking as Daud had been spilling his guts over there with seemingly no provocation. This room was messing with their heads.
She opened her mouth again, but then shut it, not sure how to proceed without violating her own privacy even more. “Okay.....well, that’s great....”
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jul 27, 2019 20:05:12 GMT -5
(oh my gosh there are so many people xD I'm just going to ping the ones that are relevant to this response) Ghost looked at the blonde woman, attempting to figure out why she was expressing sorrow. Sympathy? "A computer program has dozens of iterations before reaching the final version." He replied, matter-of-fact. "Drafts, tests, etc. Same as any other project." His ears suddenly swiveled backwards to keep track the commotion behind them. Another stranger had apparently just fallen from the ceiling. The bot's eyes remained on the woman for a moment longer, his voice taking on more of a joking tone. "Besides, one of me is plenty." That being said, Ghost returned his attention to the rest of the room, searching for any familiar faces but finding none. Arlo was gone, replaced by a red-haired girl with long ears and a drink. There was also a very large four-headed dragon. That appeared to be dead. Everyone appeared to be in various states of confusion or frustration.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 27, 2019 20:35:07 GMT -5
greyYo that be awesome! Whatever anyone is up for. I’m thinking I’ll use Vince or Peter but I’m not sure yet ))
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Post by Sησω on Jul 27, 2019 20:40:22 GMT -5
( ~∂єѕтιиу - Okay! Do you have an opinion on where we should start?)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 27, 2019 20:46:49 GMT -5
not at all! I down for anything :3 anyone can jump in too!))
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Post by Sησω on Jul 27, 2019 20:49:00 GMT -5
( ~∂єѕтιиу - Is it okay if I write a starter in the living room? If we want, we can have them go into a room)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 27, 2019 21:05:17 GMT -5
Sure!)
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Post by Sησω on Jul 27, 2019 21:34:28 GMT -5
(Timewarped) Anika || Living Room Anika blinked into the living room, shaking one of her heads as her surroundings changed. Not this again. It wasn't exactly like last time, but she already had a feeling as to where this was going - it was another one of those illusions. "Well, what are we in for this time?" the dragon asked, expecting something to happen at any moment. No matter what they meant, all of her past 'visions' had been as wild as a fever dream. ( ~∂єѕтιиу - Sorry that it's kind of short!)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 27, 2019 22:11:47 GMT -5
Mini Myrnin | AU Room There were very little reasons why Myrnin could have seen a reason to actually answer Elliot. He didn't like Elliot. And Elliot had just carried him under one arm down a hallway like a child. And now they were alone, him on the bed softer than a cloud, the only thing he wanted to do was curl up and never talk to anyone again. He shifted, curling away from Elliot and burying his nose into the sheets. They smelled like Hange, but also not like Hange. Like a Hange that didn't know what chemicals and explosions and hair ties were. He sniffed, swiping a hand over his nose. It was running. The stuff running from it was the same red, sweet smelling stuff that was coming from his eyes. It was almost completely impossible for him to wrap his head around the fact he was crying blood. How he was feeling was a bit worse than other times he felt like this. Feeling like the world was collapsing wasn't a new feeling to Myrnin. He wasn't old enough or wise enough to recognize the moodswings, but his mother did. He didn't want to move when then and he didn't want to move now. He was scared, he was confused, but he was also sad and worried and helpless. And hungry. Of course he was hungry. He wasn't going to tell Elliot the rest of it, but he did mutter into the blankets, "Hungry." There weren't any people around and Elliot didn't smell as good as Hange.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 27, 2019 22:37:53 GMT -5
(ok des! ^^) Hook was right to think that Ougi was making a game of it. It was partially that, and partially her boasting that yes, she now did exist as a human in her world. At least mostly. She didn't have to be believed in just to exist anymore. Her smug smirk had a hint of something genuine in it, of her being happy for her own sake. It didn't mean her malicious personality was completely gone, though. "Oh I see. Like how you have a hook for a hand," she pointed out, literally pointing it out in fact. A pointed sleeve was aimed at his left hand, her eyes following. "Hmm... I don't know the limits of my on physiology. Wouldn't you think a room would be just the thing that would allow me to find out?" Her voice turned excited slightly, as though she were ready to be turned into a superhero and he was perfectly willing to play the mad scientist who put her in a blender, or a vat of acid, or a pool of alligators. Her pace quickened a little like they would go into a door sooner that way; it was fitting, teenage energy that came with her stature. Hook was reluctant to peel away his suspicious gaze, even as her enthusiasm seemed to spike. He followed her extended sleeve towards his hook with frown, seeming to disagree with the comparison. He groaned a little at her suggestion, “Or you could just...” he trailed off into a half hearted murmur as she bonded off. His pace fixed as he trailed after, though he cast a hesitant glance over his shoulder as she moved ahead of him. The idea of doing a room with Ougi seemed exhausting, and maybe even dangerous. It made him miss having Shade at his side instead of her, but he figured it wouldn’t do him any good trying to get out of it now. With a huff he turned towards one of the closer doors, slowing in front of it. “Come on then,” he called out to her, waiting for her to join him before going in. (Shit dude sorry for vanishing on u there) (no worries! if you haven't decided on a room I'm down for cherry room or beach room if they haven't been picked yet) Hook caught Ougi's attention and reeled her in with the appeal of opening a door; she seemed to float to his side, her short wispy hair trailing after. She raised her head and contrasted the movement with a lowering of the shoulders, her eyes trained on him and then the doorknob. "Don't worry," she told him encouragingly, her smirk confident. She already started to trot forward in anticipation. "We can do it!"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 27, 2019 22:46:09 GMT -5
The Doctor | Q & A Room
It seemed like no one in the room had truly wanted to answer the question or had at least not had full knowledge of the answers. The Doctor frowned. This was why she had asked the question - not to make others uncomfortable, but to avoid having to answer the same thing. She didn't want to talk about her family. That didn't mean the question could be turned back at her later, but for now, she thought she was safe. She glanced at Loki. "Your turn, it would seem." She braced herself to face whatever they would bring.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 27, 2019 23:17:53 GMT -5
@/snow no sweat,, I sorta vanished on ya there!) Vincent blinked in on the couch, his legs crossed with one bent up towards his chest. His fingers slowly released the sock he was pulling up as his eyes lifted towards the other blinker in the room - his eyes widening for a moment. His foot slid of the cushions with a soft thud, landing next to his bare foot resting on the wooden floor. Promptly, he was on his feet, moving to the side of the massive creature with an expanding grin. “Damn!” He said with a perhaps nervous chuckle, his sideways prowl leading him slowly towards to hallway door. Blinker or not, there was no promising this thing was friendly. He let out another small huff of laughter at how bizarre of an image he had before him, but it felt as though his breath had been robbed.
@/razz hhh dude I have no idea what either of those are,, so u can pick!)) Hook watched Ougi as he let her return to his side, trying desperately to figure out what he was getting into. It was easy to be annoyed by her persistent energy, but now she’d clued him into an alternative motive, and it had him on high alert. It wasn’t like he thought Ougi was capable of doing anything to him, but it was hard to know who he could trust with so many memories gone. Perhaps he was in a position that simply required a little mutual trust. He rolled his eyes at her statement, tugging open the door as she neared so she could skip inside without needing to slow her pace any. “Then let’s,” he hummed.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Jul 28, 2019 0:31:51 GMT -5
Loki felt Ghost's eyes on them, and the prinxe had the uncomfortable feeling that Ghost was analyzing everything about them. A computer program, of some sort. But it seemed to have its own sentience. Possibly dangerous, then. As more people blinked in and answered, Loki sized everyone up as they spoke. The dragon seemed to be four entities at once, they noted.
As everyone finished speaking, they wondered if the House was trying to match people up; make categories. It was a suspiciously above average ratio of people who had favorited siblings or other family drama. At least they weren't the only one. Actually, it seemed that most in the room had some sort of drama or tragedy hidden. The Doctor had really gone and kicked a hornet's nest with that one. The room had more than one pitfall. You didn't just have to tell the truth. You had to decide who to piss off with your questions. Was a truthful answer worth the revenge it could warrant? And how did you know what questions to ask? From Arlo's example, even an innocent question could lead to unexpected consequences. And with so many strangers, how could you know what questions to ask? Ah. Loki's gaze lit up as they came up with their question. Sometimes, you had to play the long game. "What is the one question you don't want anyone to ask you in this room?"
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Post by Auransky on Jul 28, 2019 1:05:55 GMT -5
Rowlin wasn't entirely sure on how to perceive the self proclaimed ghost. His mannerisms seemed odd, off.. Not off by time itself rather just as an indovidual. In fact, Arthur reminded Row of some of the students he had and continues to work with. Observing the man, and daring not intrude, he crossed his arms in ponder. He still had his heel thrusted against the ground. is he a kyle, a weeb, or a shut in? he wondered , then shook his head dismissing the thought , at least for the moment seeing as the man introduced himself , and further asked for them to do the same. "A-Aye... I'm Rowlin Willard." He introduced himself , quickly composing himself. " Its a pleasure to make your aquaintance. " He smiled softly. He has gotten somewhat over the ghost part.
There was still the uneasiness he had, but thrusting his heel into the floor was a somewhat on the spot method of suppressing the issue. His green eyes observed the two new people , at times glimpsing at the ground. Either the house was pulling his leg , or throwing him a silver plate.
"Apologies for disrupting your moment." He addressed Arthur. " but if you don't mind me asking, you aren't hhuman? If so, what exactly are you, it was quite an interesting entrance you made there. "
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 28, 2019 2:24:12 GMT -5
The Doctor | Q & A Room The Doctor's mouth opened in surprise at Loki's question, shocked. Horrified, actually. If they learned that, she had no doubt that every turn they had, they would ask that question which they'd been forced to reveal. She shook her head, slowly. "Ya going to regret it," she said. It wasn't a threat. It was a sad admittance. A worried one. She looked around at the other blinkers. How many did they number? Eight, for now, including herself. Could she get around it by saying a answer that required two answers? "What is one of th-" she tried. Her voice stuttered to a stop and The Doctor cursed in an alien language that she had no idea was being translated. It was rather colorful. 'What is one of the secrets of the universe?' apparently didn't work. She could have honestly answered that question, but it would have required two people to ask to get the complete answer. The House was ... crazy. Completely crazy! How could it do this to her? She closed her hazel eyes and said through gritted teeth, before the House could force it out of her, "'Doctor who?'" She glared daggers at Loki when she opened her eyes. They were probably used to it. At least the House didn't seem inclined to stop her from added a caution. "In my society, my name is mine ... telling it to ya or anyone else in this room, unless ya were my spouse, is ... Not a good idea." There was a small, hurt smile on her lips now. "And I have no desire to marry any of ya - no offense. I think I already got someone. Had. Still do. One of those." She shoot her head slowly. "If ya have any decency, ya wont try to force it out of me." She searched Loki's eyes, then turned to look at everyone else, meeting their eyes as well. Then she sat back, lips pressed together. She hadn't exactly been enjoying this room before. Now she really didn't. She had assumed no one would think to ask for names, particularly since they were written out on the piece of paper (though it did say 'The Doctor' there). Now the likelihood someone would had just skyrocketed. If only she had forgotten it along with so much else in her head! Then again, the House seemed very capable of bringing back memories or at least pulling them out of your mouth without them connecting to ones in your head.
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Post by Auransky on Jul 28, 2019 3:05:13 GMT -5
Elliot kept his back against the door , he looked up and took in a deep breath. What the hell were those other two thinking. If anything Sandalphon should of gone and he should of stated behind. Unlike the Angel's death warrant , the vampire has some diplomacy to spare. And it was highly safe to say that anyone could deal with the kid, anyone except well him.
He closed his eyes trying to think about what to further say. Myrnin refused to answer his question and seemed rather lost. if only mother were-no, in gods i am not about to look for advice in that direction! he slowly opened his eyes, His turquoise eyes at a loss for what, or how to approach a kid. He wasn't some noble who went around pleasing children , he was his mother's death machine. Sympathy meant death, as did happiness , and just about any other form of showing emotion. Here in this place , I am not bound by the rules of my world. he tried to reassure himself. He recalled previous encounters with children , but that didn't seem to help. I'm fact, he didn't meet children unless he was ordered to. No one has taught me how to treat children in dismay!? the realization hit him. He bit his lower lip, enough to the point that he was bleeding from his own concern. unless I'm ordered too... he tried to think further of a way to somewhat connect with this child.
Treating him like an adult didn't work, let alone a soldier, or a mercenary , or someone who was forced to make an audience with him out of sheer mercy.
His own head hurt, he placed a hand over his forehead. Why was this so difficult ? Oh right -no orders- let alone death as the end result. The boy's dismay was driving him over the edge , since they were in the futuristic room the boy's emotions have just been driving him all over the place. Why hasn't this bothered him on the front lines, let alone during requests? Oh right-death....
Hearing Myrnin speak, even just one word he perked up , like a solution had literally hit him on the face. His confused gaze ,looking over at the kid. hungry? He is hungry? just where in the world could he get food in this unknown area? He didn't pack anything so that was our of the question. 'anything in particular? " he softly asked, tasting the blood from his bitten lip.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 28, 2019 7:22:56 GMT -5
Izaya tensed at the next question, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly as he turned his head to look at Loki. You could ask that? In any other circumstances, he would have been thrilled, excited, but after what had happened last question? After what he’d said? Was it even true, he didn’t really think he cared for them, he didn’t want them to die, sure, but that was... No, he was letting this get to him. He felt...unsettled. It had been a while since anything had managed to get under his skin, and he hated it. Not that he was gonna show any of these people that. He already could probably never speak to any of them again. He clapped, slowly. “Oh my. My, my, my. That is a clever question. I’m impressed. I-“ His voice cut out and he smirked, or grimaced, or both. “I-“ It was like there was air in his lungs and then there was suffocating lack. It was really uncomfortable, actually. He wasn’t going to keep giving him the satisfaction of hearing the effects of his sly question. “I-“ that wasn’t even a lie! what was he supposed to say? He didn’t think he had any huge secrets, hadn’t he taken every step to ensure he didn’t? “What is your biggest regret?” He blinked. He hadn’t decided to say it, but the moment it was out he knew it was what the House had wanted. He smiled, slowly at first, then deeper, and shook his head. At least he was going to hear some good answers, too. “I’m impressed. You too, House.”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 28, 2019 9:25:58 GMT -5
Ougi peered over his arm as if she could get an early look, and trotted into the room without asking any questions. Although Hook was immune to her enthusiasm, her bounciness and encouragement didn't ebb at all. In fact, she seemed blinded enough by it that if somehow he hadn't followed her, she might not even mind.
The room was one where the door disappeared behind them altogether. There was what appeared to be a dilapidated barn, presumably unoccupied with a slanted, open door. The roof was caved in at multiple points. The bluish, stagnant air was full of particles, as if there had just been a wheat harvest nearby, but it was impossible to see so; they were in nearly an acre of clearing, with the trees that lined it being barely too tall to see anything else over. It was late summer. Just before sunrise, so still cool. A less-dilapidated tractor sat outside the barn, waiting for them as the most colorful element of the scenery. It was bright green, and toted a wooden structure behind it that was open in the back and top with a short railing. Homemade, but functional. A bench lined the edge of the structure; it was meant for carrying people. Ougi jumped for the structure immediately with her little sleeve-paws, ready to climb on it--or better, be held back. "Well, there isn't anything dangerous yet. But that's how it always is, isn't it?" She said it with anticipation as to what might pop out at them first.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 28, 2019 15:50:04 GMT -5
“I’ll catch up with you, little one,” said Hange, as Myrnin disappeared around the corner. They felt more regretful about leaving him than they thought they ought to - they weren’t actually his parent, after all. But still, here they were, worrying after him. What a strange dynamic.
They shook off the thought and turned to Sandalphon, tilting their head at him quizzically. “You’re staying? I’ll warn you, this might get messy.” With that said, they steeled themself, squared their shoulders, and turned back to the crowd, whose muttering had grown louder and louder over the past several minutes.
“Your...Highness?” said the man who seemed to be serving as executioner, shifting his grip on his sword slightly. “Your orders, for the accused?”
Hange looked down at their book, to find that the man’s name was Giles Heisenberg - he was in his forties, and he was accused of stealing a basket of food and other goods during one of the rationing hours.
“Normally, I’d be concerned about consequences if I were to pardon him right here and now,” they said in a hushed tone meant only for the angel standing next to them, “But this room isn’t going to last forever. The worst thing that could happen would be that I start a riot, and we have to lock ourselves away for a bit somewhere. Is my reasoning correct?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 28, 2019 15:58:23 GMT -5
“God, I hate this place,” said Touka on impulse, as soon as she heard the question. She couldn’t say that it wasn’t interesting to hear people’s answers, though. Especially Izaya’s - he’d seen the man flush as soon as he’d admitted to liking his family members(or at least, not wanting them dead). The bastard had to have some other interesting secrets to be dug up.
The problem was, she didn’t exactly like the idea of all her skeletons being dragged out of the closet, either. And there was a sort of choking feeling in the back of her throat that made her think she wasn’t going to be able to resist spilling her secrets forever, no matter how much she might want to. Would the House enjoy it more if she struggled and fought?
Probably.
So she opened her mouth, and closed her eyes, not fully sure what was going to come out of her mouth. As it turned out, it was...
“How many people have I killed?”
Damn you, House.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 28, 2019 16:12:07 GMT -5
Auransky zeph!Arthur wasn't really sure if he wanted to address this matter with Morrigan there. He frowned at Rowlin, before once again glancing at the girl who was struggling to understand what was going on. "Not all of us are ... exactly ... human." This he explained to the girl. He wished he didn't have to. For most of his time here he had thought he'd been human. He hadn't been. "The entrance wasn't my intention. I ... don't think I like talking about what I am. Not that I've had that long to get used to it or many chances to talk about it in the first place." He looked completely solid. But even so, he walked over to a table and held up his hand. His long sleeve slid off the fingers and he passed the hand through the table. He glanced back at Morrigan and Rowlin. "I'm what people call a ghost." He looked back at the table. With what appeared to be an expression of deep consideration, he touched the table and then tried to push the table. It scooted maybe an inch at best. Arthur looked a bit bemused. "Yeah ... uh, that's about it."
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 28, 2019 16:33:58 GMT -5
Morrigan frowned again, before closing her umbrella. She sat down in one of the armchairs, balancing the oilskin umbrella on her lap. "I'm Morrigan. Morrigan Crow." She said, a little cautiously. She had no idea where these people were from, and, although it wasn't likely, it would be awkward to explain how exactly she was alive if they were from the Wintersea Republic. She was soon snapped out of her thoughts, however, as she listened to Rowlin's question. She was interested in two things- the actual question, and the thing about the entrance. The question made her wonder- were there others who weren't human? Were they Wunimals? Yet Arthur didn't look like any non-human she'd seen before. (Then again, she hadn't seen many...) That led to her next point; how had he come in? Was there a door somewhere? Or did he seem to teleport in, like her? (At least, that's what she concluded had happened at the time being.) She suddenly wished she had gotten there earlier, at least to see his entrance.
Morrigan listened, intrigued, as she heard Arthur's explanation. She couldn't help but feel reminded of her own secrets as he talked- ones that she definitely wouldn't be spilling.
When his hand passed through the table, Morrigan's eyebrows raised- she wasn't expecting this. "Huh. Haven't seen a ghost before. Not that that's a bad thing, though." (Sorry! Didn't see your response.)
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