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Post by Sησω on Jul 28, 2019 17:15:56 GMT -5
Anika || Q & A Room One thing that caught Anika's attention was how Izaya was talking to 'the House', as if giving a name to this place. Was that what it truly was? A house was where someone lived. This was a place of visions and illusions. The name didn't really matter now, anyways. She wasn't ready to believe in anyone or anything, blinkers included. No matter whether they were a spawn of the place or an actual being, it seemed like Loki was trying to mess with everyone. What'll happen now? the four-headed beast sighed. Would more images fill her mind? And what of the question itself? She didn't know what her answer would be, but she had a bad feeling about it. "What is your worst fear?" without even thinking about it, the words had fallen out of her four mouths. I guess there's no getting out of this, the dragon realized, but that wasn't what worried her the most. Her worst fear - it was something she didn't want to think about. She loathed it more than the memory of death. If what happened here foreshadowed what was to come in the real world, then this wouldn't be good. It wouldn't be good at all.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 28, 2019 17:31:41 GMT -5
Hook entered the room slowly, looking down at his boots as the floor beneath him took a softer shape. The scene before them was cloaked in the dark blue of approaching dawn, but the image of the barn was easy to distinguish as he lifted his eyes up. With a quick look towards towards the missing door, the pirate advanced, scanning the tree line carefully before analyzing the more obvious subject of concern. As Ougi had quickly discovered, the strange green machine seemed to be a painfully obvious outlier of the room’s color scheme - which he figured meant it would have some importance. As his temporary partner took off towards it, the man gave little resistance, admittedly curious as to what they were supposed to do with it. Her words weren’t far from his current outlook, but he didn’t offer any agreement. The room was likely to try to kill them soon enough, but as he skeptically eyed Ougi, he couldn’t help but wonder if such a reckless approach would have any influence on their chances. “The hell is that thing?” He growled as he followed after her, gaze quickly locating some of the closer openings in the barn as he neared it. His hand gravitated towards his sword as he came to a halt at a comfortable distance away from the green vehicle. The smell and the floating debris in the air caused him to wrinkle back his nose in distaste, expression clearly displeased as he awaited some kind of explanation.
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Post by Sησω on Jul 28, 2019 18:28:06 GMT -5
(Timewarped) Anika || Living Room || ~∂єѕтιиу What will it take to end this one? Anika's first thought was going through the hallway door. Who knew what could be found through there? Based on past experiences, she didn't even know what she could expect. In fact, this was the first time she'd seen a door or any way of exiting one area in this place. She felt like there was a risk in doing it, but it seemed like something needed to happen - whether it be bad or good - for the vision to end. Just as she'd started moving towards it, however, the beast was distracted by Vincent blinking in. He seemed surprised. Not that it mattered much, anyway. She was about to turn away, but then something caught her attention. He was heading the same way that she was. Her heads turned to face the stranger. "Are you going that way?" she asked, flicking both of her tails towards the door.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 28, 2019 18:59:21 GMT -5
“Looks like a tractor,” Ougi said, mounting it with both feet together and keeping her legs straight as she held the railing with one arm. She looked back over her shoulder and down at Hook, her mouth emanating a force of concentration. She was assessing whether he would immediately come with her or not, and was pleased when she found that he wouldn’t. The student dismounted the cart, skirt and hair flying behind her, and locked her knees again as she turned her torso toward the barn. “If we’re going to get the most out of this place, we should try there first,” she suggested with the point of one sleeved hand. Besides, he didn’t seem to be enjoying the dust in the air and could surely use some shelter. The trail the tractor was set on leading away from the barn only seemed to be going out into more of the cloudy air. “I’m sure the Paradox House has left us some clues.” When passing the pirate, Ougi patted his back once reassuringly, seeming completely unfazed by any scenery and focusing instead on transforming it all into an investigation. “Get a move on,” she beckoned smugly.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 28, 2019 20:00:08 GMT -5
"That's exactly why I stayed." Sandalphon said simply, giving a curt nod of confirmation. And it was, no sugar coating there. "If the situation grows dire, I can have us both out of here in an instant." An image of the Red Dragon made its way into his mind as he spoke, and he could just imagine what the tiny lizard would say if he had been here to see this.
Probably some nonsense about Hange having a personal guardian angel now...
The faintest hint of amusement crossed archangel's face, before quickly fading again as Hange turned to address the crowd, who again still focused all their attention them. In all honesty, he had no idea how his presence had been seemingly ignored by them all, especially considering how suspect he currently looked. Was it somekind of magic? Or did Hange have what other mortals referred to as a 'magnetic personality'? Whatever the cause, it was certainly a benefit.
Your highness? Did that mean the other blinker was of royal blood? He would never have guessed such by their original demeanor and appearance. Then again, it could have been just another set put together by the group's host...
"We don't know how long that will be. It could be mere minutes, or a few days." The Primarch mused as he crossed his arms and shifted his weight from one leg to another in thought. He'd had enough problems with angry mortals for one day, and would have preferred that this was settled peacefully.
Hmm. Was there a way to both save this man's life and stave off a retaliation from the mob?
"What about a temporary stay of execution?" He suggested, "Perhaps some 'extra evidence' just so happens to have been submitted to the court and needs time to be reviewed." It would be a lie of course, but it had a chance of both buying some time for the prisoner and promising the audience that they would still get a show. Thus, hopefully avoiding setting off any unsatisfied blood lust they may have.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 28, 2019 20:17:08 GMT -5
SησωVincent stopped in the middle of his stride, his sockless foot planted behind him firmly to support his weight as his torso hastily leaned away from the dragons faces. His hands were apart and lifted in an innocent fashion - though his fingers curled with curiosity as the beast addressed him. He cautiously cast a gaze towards the door then, in a graceful sweep, collected himself to full height with his hands clasped together in a loose fold. “Are you looking to join me?” He inquired, his smirk broad if not still strained and baffled. If it weren’t for the dragons generous sweep of her tail, the man would’ve been at a loss as to what direction she’d meant; as each head seemed dip and turn just slightly out of unison. The alarmed look in his eyes as they darted to follow each glimpse of movement the dragon made betrayed his steady voice and stance, but his gut telling him to run was swallowed by his interest in the variety of blinkers that came here. He’d met vampires and whatever the hell Touka was supposed to be...so perhaps mingling with a four header dragon was just something he was going have to get used to. Razzle Dazzle Hook looked away as Ougi began climbing up the unfamiliar equipment, squinting to follow the distant parallel path the tires paved as they stretched into the hazy horizon. Similar to the tracks of a basic carriage, he assumed that the machine moved in an alike fashion, though he shot Ougi a venomous glare when she titled the contraption something so ridiculous. “Somethin’ from your world, then?” He asked, watching her hop down from the carts. His hand slowly moved off his sword hilt to touch the cool metal, his rings scratching softly against it as he wiped his hand through the dust collecting on the surface. The strangeness of it was similar to his experiences in several rooms, were he was clueless as to what things were supposed to be - he hoped Ougi could find some use here by knowing how to operate the foreign vehicle, but he remained doubtful such luck would come his way. His gaze followed her extend sleeve when she spoke again, frowning a bit at the barn. “I wouldn’t count on it,” he muttered after her statement about the house. He shouldered away when she passed him, elbowing her off him quickly with a huff. He remained for a moment, cursing her quietly for a graciously long moment, then, when on the cusp of falling behind, he unsheathed his sword and started to follow her.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 28, 2019 20:50:30 GMT -5
“Yes, something from my world. But I’ve never seen one like this. I’ve seen some farmland, since I live in a town that’s pretty much in the middle of nowhere,” she announced to him. Ougi didn’t look back as she spoke and the wooden cart lurched faintly from her weight being lifted from it. She showed no remorse for pushing him along even when she was cast away; and she had no weapon to bring either, but she was the most ready to explore. Her footprints tracked a shallow path toward the dilapidated barn, until she made it to the non-door and bent at the waist to poke her head in. “Hello?” called the student, letting her voice echo softly. It blended with a faint whirring in the background, presumably from a field nearby. As sunrise began, streams of light beamed through gaps in the ceiling and walls, exposing holes and cracks in the wood. It cast the corners in shadow, where anything could presumably be hiding to attack them. Ignoring that, she danced forward with a broadening smile and reached for something in the middle of the room: a crate. Made of plywood, about waist-high. It was put together with now-bent nails that jutted out from the wrong angles, arcing over each other to show that whoever made it had tried numerous times to fix their crooked placement. A lid sat leaning against it, apparently removed because the top was broken through completely and splintered. It was as though something had broken into the box, or out of it. But if something had, it was no longer inside. “My my, what do we have here?” The first thing she lifted out of it was cloth, and green. It was an apron with red cherries printed on it. They would soon find that this entire crate was full of cherry-themed paraphernalia, including baskets to hold harvest, boots with cherry icons, and even several red shears in mint condition.
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Post by Sησω on Jul 28, 2019 21:58:14 GMT -5
(Timewarped) Anika || Living Room || ~∂єѕтιиу "Indeed," Anika responded, two of her four heads nodding. She noticed how the stranger still seemed somewhat startled, between his glances and the way his hands moved. It was unknown as to whether he was startled by her or his blink. Either way, his reaction was more normal than anyone else she'd met here thus far. It almost made him seem more believable despite being a small, humanoid creature who resembled the others. She'd have to observe him some more. Without another word, the Emperor turned around and walked towards the hallway door. One of her heads continued to look in the other direction, waiting to see if Vincent would actually follow.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 28, 2019 23:29:29 GMT -5
@/razz Hook nodded a little as she spoke, nudging one of the tractor’s tires with his boot. He figured that her mentioning farmland meant that she was familiar with these machines belonging in that setting, but the word also seemed to bring forth an explanation for the distinct odor. He scoffed lightly at her words as she went on, deciding that the two of them had very different ideas as of where the middle of nowhere was, all based strictly on her wear and knowledge of technology. His trail behind her was distant, and he slowed as she bent into the doorframe. He watched the sky for a moment, making note of where the sun was beginning to creep into the sky and scanning the room with a newfound sense of direction. It was pointless, probably, but at least he had something to do while Ougi shouted into a presumably empty barn. As she entered he took her place in the doorway, looking up and down the frame with a scowl, as if expecting it to cave at any moment. He entered deeper with his sword extended slightly, tilting his head curiously as Ougi neared the box. His weapon dipped passively at her words, and lowered completely when she reached inside to withdraw a colorful apron. He moved to stand across from her, staring down into the content of the box with a lifted eyebrow. “Seriously?”
@/snow A whimper of a chuckle seemed to slip off of the man when she accepted his offer, eyes narrowing a little as she moved past him. His eyes traveled downward to watch her large claws as they dragged over the wooden floors during the fleeting moment she took to step through the doorway. He glanced briefly back into the living room, not sure if he wanted to seek some kind of back up or not, though he turned heel after her before he could weigh the decision. He moved behind her cautiously, but he was desperate to get a better look at her so he neared progressively. “Are you a regular blinker?” He inquired first, pale eyes fixed on her. He wondered if the others dealt with this species often...or if he was being gifted somehow. Then, with a jolt, he realized proper mannerism was probably in order if he wanted to get any information out of this beast, and though surprised as he’d been before, the man now gasped with fake shamefulness. “Ah! Your name! What would you like me to call you?” He said with a flustered breath, a somewhat malicious intrigue waiting in his gaze as he watched her.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 28, 2019 23:41:09 GMT -5
“Well, what do you expect?” Ougi murmured, shaming him. She handed him one of the aprons, shoving it into him so that he had no choice. If she were just a little bit greedier she would hang it on his hook. The student smirked, already tying hers on. She went through the procedure so smoothly and quickly that it was like magic had dressed her in it. “Or were you making expectations at all?” She was only teasing of course, knowing he had been in even more rooms than her. But it was a shame to go through every one with disappointment at what the Paradox House was throwing at you. Then again, this room’s dress-up shenanigans seemed to be more like Ougi’s doing than anything conjured by the House, purely based on her reaction to it. She skipped the shoes, but grabbed a woven basket, put on a sun hat, and even rolled up her sleeves for some gloves. She had hands now. Ougi clenched one fist then unclenched it, showing her willingness to... fight? “Let’s do this! We’ll kill whatever this place throws at us, right?” she asked with an expectant look at Hook, her ambition oddly more pleasant than aggressive. She pointed a gloved hand with a jolt. “To the tractor!”
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 28, 2019 23:46:48 GMT -5
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. Orpheus turned to look back at Kelsier, to share his brave, reckless smile with the young man, but he was alone. Fear pricked at his heart. He hated to admit it, especially when he had been putting on such a brave face, but if there was one thing he hated more than anything else, it was the idea of being alone. He reached back for his guitar, to prove to himself that his song would echo back to him, to prove that the House heard him, but the familiar weight of it wasn’t there. A sick feeling blossomed in his stomach, but he kept his eyes on where the door had been, as though Kelsier would follow right after. He had to, right? That was how this worked. They would both enter the same room, together. After waiting what felt like a few seconds too long, Orpheus dared to speak. “Kelsier?” He called, his voice fragile. He hummed something under his breath, eyes scanning the room. It was lined with what seemed to be fun house mirrors, though he had never experienced those before, so he had no name for them. He took a hesitant step in front of one, almost leaping back when he found it made him look much shorter than he actually was. At the far end of the room there was a black and white checkerboard line, with a significance that Orpheus didn’t understand. Blinking lights on the side of the wall merely said ‘start’ next to what seemed to be a much larger doorway without an actual door inside it. “Kelsier?” Orpheus tried again, his words coming out slightly more confidently. The almost silent humming had helped, at least a little bit. Orpheus couldn’t pinpoint why, but somehow he had expected the danger in the House to at least be outright with it rather than… well, whatever this was. He couldn’t help but shake the feeling that he was missing something about the room. There was something he didn’t understand.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 29, 2019 0:50:11 GMT -5
The pirate snorted irritably as she forced the apron into his possession, awkwardly catching it with his left wrist against his chest before he could sheathe his blade and grab it properly. He held it away from his body by his fingertips, glaring at it quizzically until Ougi modeled the garment for him with ease. His lip curled back in disgust. “No wonder the box was supposed to be nailed shut,” he muttered. At her question he shrugged. “I’m expecting something to try and kill me, and that goes for anywhere.” He leaned back a little as Ougi went to work with her gear, watching her boredly as he tossed the apron over his shoulder. He had no intention of putting it on, but if the house wanted him to, he knew he didn’t really have a choice. When Ougi was complete he peered in once again at what remained, lifting up one of the baskets with a sneer. He knew from rooms with Shade that baskets or apparently pillowcases often meant they would be collecting something, so grabbing one while he could was probably in his best interest. He glanced up when Ougi suddenly shouted out, her eager words met only with a cold look. He turned back to glance towards the doorframe when she gestured that way, then straightened up once more with a basket in hand. “Come on,” He ordered, leading the way out though not exactly expecting to stay in front for long.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Jul 29, 2019 1:02:30 GMT -5
He had been right to distrust Loki. That kind of question was loaded and provided not only Loki, but everyone else in the room with ammunition for questions that could cut deep. He wasn't entirely sure what question he feared the most, but he knew it would center around one of a few personal details. Jaw tensing, he listened to the others give their responses.
"Language," he echoed dryly at the impressive display of swearing the Doctor used. His eyes narrowed as he listened to her explain. So her name held power? Interesting. Though from how she was talking about it, it sounded as though it would be dangerous to ask her true name. Why, he didn't know, but he knew how he could find out. He knew his turn to ask a question was next. As the Doctor continued, Daud's brow creased. She didn't remember if she was married? That wasn't something someone just forgot. Perhaps she had amnesia? It was something to remember regardless.
As Izaya spoke, Daud decided he didn't trust him either. He sounded like the Outsider fanatics who committed horrific acts in the hope of drawing the Outsiders attention. Detached, but not entirely. Daud had no doubt that if Izaya didn't have to answer the questions too, he'd be reveling in the rest of their misery. Whatever he asked was going to be along the lines of Loki's question. The room had taken a sharp turn from getting to know people to gaining the advantage over the others.
Touka's comment about hating the House made Daud wonder if she knew more about it. Perhaps she had more experience, like the man wrapped in bandages had. As she voiced her answer, however, Daud's expression shifted to cool indifference. A killer with regrets. Pathetic. If she was going to kill people, she needed to get rid of that guilty conscious before it destroyed her. He'd watched a guilty conscious drive people mad and he swore it would never happen to him.
He was admittedly curious about the dragon. It had less heads than it had before, but whether each head would have a different fear or not intrigued him. The answer the dragon gave was standard and something Daud had been expecting to come up eventually. He supposed it would make sense that all four heads would have the same fear, though he still wanted to know if they were independent of each other or simply a hivemind.
Once Anika had finished, Daud felt the tugging sensation again. Eyes narrowing, he turned his gaze on Loki, who seemed to be enjoying the flow of information, no doubt plotting for their next question. He imagined Loki would look better impaled upon a sword, but that wouldn't do. Patience was a virtue, and Daud wasn't an idiot. There were clearly things at play here that he didn't quite understand. He would answer this question, sacrificing that knowledge in order to gain knowledge of his own. And then perhaps he could slit Loki's throat in peace.
"Why did you kill the actor?" he heard himself say. Wincing internally, a vile taste filled his mouth. He had been expecting something along those lines, but hearing it spoken out loud to a room of waiting ears made it all the worse. Keeping his face carefully neutral, he rested one hand on the hilt of his sword. It would be fine. He doubted anyone could ask that specifically and target him. Unlike the others, his feared question wasn't a generalized one. If the question had to be able to be answered by everyone, they would have to get very crafty to force the answer out of him.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 29, 2019 10:10:21 GMT -5
Kelsier had tried to back out of the room as soon as he’d entered it, but of course, there was something solid behind him and the door was gone. Mirrors. He knew what they were, but he hadn’t seen them very often, since they mostly belonged in noblemen’s houses, and while he entered those far more often than most Skaa it was almost always at night and he wasn’t exactly using them for anything other than to check behind him. The idea of looking at himself in one had never occurred to him. Now, it was impossible not to. Mirrors folded and bent, tall ones, short ones. Each of them showed a distorted image, and the one in front of him had somehow switched his legs and torso, so that the former hung above the latter. It was more unsettling than he’d have thought it would be if he’d been reading the description instead of looking at it. He turned away, then caught his breath and stumbled back as a ghostly pale, oddly twisted version of himself met his eyes. The thing behind him was yet another mirror. “Orpheus?” He tried, at the same time he heard the other blinker’s tremulous call. He looked around, but the mirrors reflected each other in an endless maze of Mistborns and he couldn’t see anyone else. “Hey. I can hear you but I can’t see you, can you hear me?” He turned again, and this time his eyes found a doorway with no door at the far end of the room, the only thing that didn’t seem to be reflected into infinity. He strode towards it, avoiding crashing into anything by avoiding himself, and stopped with his toes just short of touching the black and white line. “There’s a doorway here, and some blinking lights that spell ‘start’. And a lot of mirrors that don’t work very well. What do you see?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 29, 2019 10:47:24 GMT -5
The pirate snorted irritably as she forced the apron into his possession, awkwardly catching it with his left wrist against his chest before he could sheathe his blade and grab it properly. He held it away from his body by his fingertips, glaring at it quizzically until Ougi modeled the garment for him with ease. His lip curled back in disgust. “No wonder the box was supposed to be nailed shut,” he muttered. At her question he shrugged. “I’m expecting something to try and kill me, and that goes for anywhere.” He leaned back a little as Ougi went to work with her gear, watching her boredly as he tossed the apron over his shoulder. He had no intention of putting it on, but if the house wanted him to, he knew he didn’t really have a choice. When Ougi was complete he peered in once again at what remained, lifting up one of the baskets with a sneer. He knew from rooms with Shade that baskets or apparently pillowcases often meant they would be collecting something, so grabbing one while he could was probably in his best interest. He glanced up when Ougi suddenly shouted out, her eager words met only with a cold look. He turned back to glance towards the doorframe when she gestured that way, then straightened up once more with a basket in hand. “Come on,” He ordered, leading the way out though not exactly expecting to stay in front for long. ("no wonder the box was supposed to be nailed shut" omfg) Ougi's disappointment stayed hidden when Hook didn't don the green apron. She toted her basket, getting to use fingers now instead of the paws made with her sleeves, and trotted daintily after Hook. The student did indeed overtake him soon, being the first to make it to the cart and hopping inside. She could see the seat of the tractor from there, and that it was clearly unoccupied. "...Anyone know how to drive a tractor?" she asked with a swivel of the head to him. She was unmoving, seated now and staring expectantly with her big dark eyes. Her usual eeriness was surpassed barely. It was like suddenly he was hanging out with something non-human. When the sun broke the trees, they both began casting solid shadows, and her hat kept her pale face in darkness. As if she didn't look threatening enough, she pointed to the spot on the bench beside her then, her other hand bundling her basket in her lap. "Here, have a seat." The voice was faintly ominous, or maybe just calculating. "What if the tractor started moving on its own?" Of course, that was exactly what it was about to do. Conveniently enough, Oshino Ougi was predicting that if both of them sat on the cart, it would be pulled away unmanned courtesy of the Paradox House's magic.
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Post by Sησω on Jul 29, 2019 11:19:26 GMT -5
(Timewarped) Anika || Living Room || ~∂єѕтιиу The head that looked at Vincent narrowed its eyes in confusion. Accompanied by one of her half-cough half-laughs, Anika replied, "Blinker? I don't understand." Maybe he was just as weird and crazy as the others. When he asked for her name, a second head turned around to face the stranger. She wondered if it was worth it to give information about herself to the smaller creature, but then she recalled her latest visit to this place. In that room, there was a piece of paper with her name on it. She'd also been forced to share information. The dragon was unable to recall most of what she'd said there, but the thought of it made her uneasy. Either way, she had nothing to lose now. "Name's Anika," the two heads said in unison. While part of her was focused on Vincent, the other part was taking in her surroundings. She was in a hallway, lined with doors. Many doors in very close proximity. She felt like she was supposed to pick one, though she wasn't sure which way to go. Pick the right door and something good will come. Pick the wrong door and something bad will come, she thought to herself, assuming that was the case.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 29, 2019 11:47:51 GMT -5
“Thank the gods,” Orpheus gasped as the sound of Kelsier’s voice washed over him. It was nice to know that his new friend was here, at least in voice if not physically present. He was doing his best not to look at the mirrors, at the distorted reflections or the way it appeared like there was someone behind him in some of them. He kept looking over his shoulder, only to be met with another distorted version of himself. He swallowed back the anxiety that was creeping up on him, instead moving towards the flashing lights. “I can hear you.” He closed his eyes for just a moment, trying to get his bearings. “I see the same thing,” Orpheus admitted, trying to peer into the doorway but not quite daring to cross his feet over the line. “I can’t quite make out what’s in the next room, though…” truth be told, he just wanted to get out of this one. While not obviously dangerous, the House was sure doing its best to creep him out and make him feel like whatever was coming was far worse than what he was facing at the moment. “Maybe we’re in the same place, we just can’t… see each other?” Was that possible? Orpheus didn’t know. He supposed that, given what he had heard about the House, really anything was possible. What would happen if they stepped through the door? If they moved past ‘start’? Orpheus sucked in a deep breath, allowing himself a low hum of a melody that seemed half-remembered at best. If Kelsier said anything about it, or if it annoyed him… well, then Orpheus would stop. But right then he needed it to reassure him, to remind him to make good on what he had told L. That was still firmly his intent, even if the House was determined to break him down as revenge for his plot to bring some semblance of fairness here. “Shall we move past the doorway, together?”
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Post by Auransky on Jul 29, 2019 16:04:07 GMT -5
"I'm sorry." Rowlin looked slightly away. The guilt of putting Arthur on the spot was clearly unacceptable , rude and not something you ask someone newly met. On the other hand his curiosity and a minor issue were pushing for the question at hand. Yet the man , with what appeared to be shame admitted it. ghost.. he thought to himself , His green eyes skimming down , then over to Morgan who seemed captivated and full of questions herself. Yea, I need to stop throwing the spotlight around. It's like the classroom-geez everyone's right , I need a vacation... he pondered, then shook his head. Or maybe I need to-stay.... he dug his heel into the ground once more.
"It fascinated me how to were able to perform such an entrance. I couldn't help but wonder if the table was actually there , or if you were moving at a frequency highet then we can see. But ghosts too are very fascinating in there own right , unique properties and just when you think you understand a few, many others go out to further intrigue you." His expression was illuminating with excitement. It was his curiosity , and just like that he stopped himself , placing a hand over his eyes with a shrug. " I'm sorry, really am. " his voice slowed. "I get excited and just go off. " he further added. "When no one's around to suppress me, I keep going."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 29, 2019 20:48:21 GMT -5
@/razz Hook followed Ougi out of the barn, chin lifted slightly as he allowed her to dance around him and reclaim the lead. From what he could tell, he had a plan similar to the student’s, but it felt odd thinking that the tractor was supposed to take them anywhere. Rooms where things didn’t unfold all in one location were less common in his experience, and they were usually more difficult to solve. He’d never gotten stuck in a room for very long before, but...watching Ougi hop into the cart made him question their ability to keep that record. Approaching the tractor, he tossed his basket and apron into the cart, opposite to where Ougi had situated herself. When she spoke, he eyed the empty drivers seat with a small shrug. “I work with boats,” he reminded her flatly. When he returned from his spare glance in the other direction, his expression darkened fast - put off by the eerie gloss in the girl’s stare. Her offer was returned with only a glare for a long moment, then he seemed to glance past her to actually consider his options. “F[oops] it,” he decided, throwing his leg up around the edge so he could climb in after her. He was quick to settle himself in at a more comfortable distance from her than what she’d suggested, sitting over where he’d thrown his stuff. For the moment he could, he eyed her expectantly, waiting for her to realize that she’d have to get out and do the job he couldn’t. However, before he could hurry her on her way, the tractor sputtered to life, lurching forward a short distance before easing into an appropriate descent. Hardly surprised by the unfortunate events, the pirate proceeded to drape himself over the seat he’d claimed with a sigh, kicking his boots up on the opposing edge near where Ougi sat. “How brilliant.”
@/snow Vincent chuckled lightly, smirking. “Oh! Well, I don’t believe I’m sure I know who coined it that...though from what I’ve seen, it seems to be the go-to term for those who come to this place.” He explained gently. “Are you new then?” His weight moved entirely to his foot farthest from her when she faced him, his advance hesitated for a moment. His eyes were wide, but a coy smile was still on his lips; impressed, but not fearful. “Anika, call me Vincent,” he introduced. He continued beside her for a little longer, quiet as he thought. “Do you know how this place works then?” He asked, noticing her watching the doors as they passed.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Jul 29, 2019 22:01:15 GMT -5
Ougi's hands-which were fully digited thanks to her gloves-rose with her shoulders in a shrug. "Maybe tractors are more like boats than you think." She kept her ominous tone as she said it, but the phrase was rather unfitting to it. At least its joking nature was a good transition away from her scary face and toward their task at hand. Her mouth made a small U-shape as the tractor started kicking up dust. It was more dirt in their faces, but it meant progress. Then again, this room hadn't yet shown its true face. If anything, it seemed more like something Ougi was conjuring up and giving hints for rather than puzzles they were solving. It was just in her nature to pretend to know everything, even if she didn't know for sure. Whatever the case, she put her knees together and her head forward to face Hook, smiling smugly and looking perfectly happy with herself. "My my, it's awfully convenient that it did what I asked of it." Whether she was talking about the tractor or the Paradox House, it was unclear. As the tractor moved along, the world seemed to curve more than usual. They approached the heat of the late summer morning, and the tops of trees were revealed: cherry trees. It seemed that it would only be a few minutes before they arrived at their destination, and the student was content to wait, probably fantasizing about what monsters this place might have. (I don't have everything planned out but I'm thinking... cherry picking elements... tractor attacking them... you feel me)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 30, 2019 0:27:47 GMT -5
The Doctor | Q & A Room | For the most part, only directed at --cato phoenix and »ƑαƖcσηThere was a small sigh from The Doctor. Not many people left to answer the questions and from how things were going, it wasn't likely to get better. She could see Daud looking at her and she recognized the look. His question was up next. Truly, Loki's question was good for something. How people would use the information they had just been forced to disclose had already shaped the room. People were trying to get leverage. They were trying to keep themselves safe. The Doctor didn't blame them for that - no, not even Loki. But the fact was, everyone here (herself grudgingly included), were picking at each other and would likely continue to do so just because there was very little way to avoid it. Everyone, The Doctor thought. Has secrets in the Paradox House. And everyone is willing to, at the very least, lie to keep them safe. The problem was, she wanted to trust the people in this room, only the answer she could give to her own question wasn't just personal and hurtful - it could be disastrous. Humans, however, would pick a hole in the sky just to see what would fall out of it. And had. On many different occasions. She turned to Eliyen and Ghost. Her eyes said it might just be better to get the answer over with.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 30, 2019 0:41:17 GMT -5
(Sorry about that! Should have tagged you. ) Arthur looked a cross between overwhelmed and interested. Rowlin's beginnings of a scientific monologue had him reminded of ... an old friend ... but also had him looking at Morrigan with a slight expression of one looking for a boat when lost at sea. "I haven't exactly met a lot of ghosts until recently either," he said. It took him up to five seconds to realize that was a bit telling on his part. She was going to assume that he'd recently died. He hadn't. He'd been dead for a while (just ... stuck ...). "I only recently starting meeting some. You could say I didn't get out much before then," he said, almost as a reassurance. It wasn't much of one. He might have been dead since the 1600s, but that wasn't how it felt to him. "Not that I've talked to many. Or any, really. Maybe a couple words. But that's besides the point. Nice to meet you anyhow. Er ... I don't think Rowlin mentioned, but around here ..." He waved at the living room, specifically avoiding waving his hand through anything else. "Is 'safe' and you wont get attacked or changed into an animal or things like that, while in there," and here he pointed toward the hallway, "You might run into monsters or puzzles or things like that. So just be aware." He glanced at Rowlin then. "And as for my hand passing through the table, I have no clue. I can't exactly do any sort of scientific tests. For the time being, chalking it up to magic has been easier. I take it from what you've said you've run into a ghost before?" An eyebrow arched as Arthur shook his long sleeves over both of his hands again, effectively covering all exposed skin but the bits on his face. More would have been if he'd lifted the hood of his cloak.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 30, 2019 5:33:18 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. (This can't possibly go wrong ...) Myrnin wanted to roll over again. But the difference was, he had a choice between facing Elliot and not facing Elliot. He wanted the third option of just rolling out of existence, preferably somewhere with blankets as soft as these and complete and utter quiet. He could hear every shift of his body against the fabric and the loud thumbing noises - pounding - which seemed to come from almost every person was still faint but persistently in his ear. He could tell what the people directly below him were doing, what the edges of his senses could bring back. It was a world completely created by the Paradox House and he was directly at its center. It was like being at the center of a storm, feeling every sense larger and brighter than was possible. Light hurt, colors were more vivid and in some cases there were some he couldn't very easily put a word to. He could tell someone was alive and someone was dead without looking at them. In their smell, in their movements, in each of their breaths. As if he had been born to it. But it didn't change anything. Because he could sense the same stillness in himself. He pulled his legs closer to himself, hands to his chest, and he looked down at his pale fingers. He could smell blood on Elliot now. Outside of his body. Cooling, but still the same smell as what was in his body. It wasn't the right type. It didn't have the same ... stuff. The same smell or heart or soul in it as a humans did. Like needing food, but having water offered instead. Myrnin shifted a bit, shoulderblade pressing into the sheets. Then he flipped over, looking at Elliot with red, red eyes. The pupils had expanded, making every detail and feature of Elliot stand out. Every mole and sunspot and hair. Every slight twitch of a facial muscle, every flickering of his eye, every slow seep of that blood along his lip. Myrnin watched it for a second before his eyes twitched to Elliot. People weren't supposed to smell good. They weren't supposed to make him feel like there was a clawing creature in his gut. "Uuuum," he said. He also knew you were supposed to answer questions from adults. And Elliot was an adult. He tried to think about other foods, but he didn't want to eat that. The usually food he could think of didn't even make the hunger fade in anticipation. Myrnin chewed at his own lip. The guilt was already arising, filling and slopping into the pit of sadness. But it didn't even begin to fill it. It just made the pit feel heavier. "You smell good," he finally admitted. "Hange smells better."
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 30, 2019 16:31:50 GMT -5
"Ah," Morrigan said, trying to seem like she understood. She didn't, it was rather confusing. "Nice to meet too." She clenched her umbrella as Arthur explained more about the House. She gave an apprehensive glance to the hallway, before looking back at them. "Wait, what? First off: What's an animal? Is that a type of unimal? And how can you turn into one? Also- what types of monsters? Why can't they get in here? Are there enchantments? Or is someone fighting them off?" She fiddled with her umbrella a bit more with each question. She knew it was a lot to answer, but now that she was asking, she couldn't stop. A sudden thought had her ask the last one. "And... How do you know these things? Have you seen them?" She asked, a little skeptical now that she was thinking about it.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 30, 2019 19:27:22 GMT -5
Hange glanced at Sandalphon out of the corner of their eye, a small smile flashing across their features as they took in what he was saying. “See,” they said, nodding slowly as a plan began to formulate inside their mine, “I like that. Innovative, works outside the box. Here I was, thinking it was fight or lop that poor man’s head off. But no...you’re cleverer than me in this instance, it seems.”
They stood up a little straighter. “ATTEN-TION!” they barked suddenly, at the top of their lungs. As they’d expected, everyone shut up instantly, some falling back into their seats in their haste as they all shuffled around to face Hange as quickly as possible. “I apologize for the delay, but this man - “ here, they gestured to Sandalphon, making a mental note to ask the angel later if ‘man’ was an appropriately gendered term for him, “is my new advisor. The other had....an unfortunate accident, but not to worry, I am fully assured of this one’s competence. Anyway, he has brought some evidence to the table that needs to be reviewed, so I am granting this man a temporary stay of execution. He is to remain captive, but UNHARMED until I come to a decision. Is that satisfactory?”
They watched the crowd with bated breath, but thankfully, most seemed to be accepting this midway resolution. Or, at least, they weren’t at the rocks and pitchforks stage of non-acceptance just yet. It was hard to say which was which.
“Seems your idea is going over quite well,” they muttered to the angel. “So - “
BANG.
The noise rippled through the air like a gunshot, and Hange recognized it at once - someone had set off a flair, somewhere outside. But...why? There should be no scouts in Wall Sina, unless...
And then they heard it. Or rather, felt it - the vibrations in the ground and the thunder in the distance that meant something very large was approaching very fast.
Which meant most of the people in this room had moments to live.
“TAKE COVER!” they bellowed, and not a second later, an enormous beast - at least ten meters tall, if their eyes served them right - smashed straight through the front wall, collapsing half of the roof as they tripped over some of the debris, flailing in their haste to grab at anyone nearby. The creature resembled a human, sort of - but massive, and with blank, beady eyes that were roving all around, trying to choose a target as its massive jaw swung open in anticipation.
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Post by Sησω on Jul 30, 2019 19:52:56 GMT -5
(Timewarped) Anika || Living Room || ~∂єѕтιиу Those who come to this place. Anika noticed that he seemed to be implying that he had come here just like her, and that he wasn't just an illusionary spawn. Whatever entity controls this must really be trying to fool me, she thought, though part of her still wondered if he was telling the truth. It was something to take note of. Vincent. A nice name, but she kept the thought to herself. "I don't think so. This is my third visit," the dragon responded to the stranger's first question. In truth, she didn't really know what to say. What exactly was 'new'? Though she couldn't remember much about it, she knew her first blink had been decades ago. However, that didn't match up with how her third had occurred only a few days after her second. Luckily, the next question was easy. "Yeah," she said. The two heads that were turned towards him nodded. She understood the place pretty well - it was something full of various visions and most likely (at least to her, anyway) omens.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 30, 2019 23:40:21 GMT -5
Sandalphon couldn't hold back the partial smile of satisfaction that formed upon hearing Hange's praise. While he was certainly no diplomat, he did know how to pick and choose his words well enough to try and steer things in his desired favor when it came down to it.
Something that had been used multiple times for less scrupulous things in the past. Just as the House-generated skyfarers had said...
The archangel shifted again and idly began tapping his fingers against his still folded elbow while Hange began engaging the audience, waiting to see what would happen next. What the human said next however, caught him off guard and he had to bite his tongue to avoid blowing cover with a stammered 'A-advisor?!'. It was a good thing he had decided to hide his face with his hood earlier, because his current expression would have been a dead giveaway that everything was not as it seemed.
S-since when did he agree to that? He'd simply proposed an idea, and now here he was, being put on the spot with no warning.
As quickly as he almost lost it, the Primarch regained his mental composure and simply played along with the whole charade, giving a awkward gesture of greeting as he was introduced. "It had better be. I don't-"
The noise resembling a shot almost sent Sandalphon in full battle mode again as his body fully tensed up, half expecting to be hit by another bullet.
But no... This was too far away... A warning shot perhaps?
Then the ground began to shake as something very big approached from afar at an extremely rapid rate...
And a grumpy archangel was severely wishing he had that morning coffee right about now, because things were about to hit the fan... again...
Sandalphon quickly shook his head free so his vision was unhindered, the wings of the Tetra-elements sprouting from his back just as the courthouse's front wall came tumbling in. The thing that barrelled through it was best described as a malformed, humanoid abomination, which was off-putting to say the least. It resembled something that had been cooked up in an Astral lab and left in its test tube for too long.
Fighting this thing was going to be tricky in this setting. Had they been somewhere more open, Sandalphon would have simply wiped it out with a cast of Ain Soph Aur, or even Paradise Lost if that hadn't been enough, but the quarters were too tight here and doing so would put the mortals at risk. He was just going to have to kill it the normal way.
Bracing himself against the wooden floor, the Supreme Primarch got ready to uphold his title. "I've got it!" he called to Hange in passing before launching off the stage towards the Titan. The beast was three times his size, which while not the height of something like Avatar, was still imposing. Regardless, he flew straight at it in a rush to get it's attention off the mortals below, drawing his sword from its sheath and holding it at the ready.
"Hey you unsightly wretch, over here! Lay a hand on one of those humans and I'll cleave that sorry excuse for a head right off your shoulders!" Judging from this monstrosity's beastial demeanor, threats would most likely have no merit on it, which mattered not in the grand scheme of things. All that mattered was stealing the thing's focus, which was the main purpose of those biting words.
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Post by Auransky on Jul 30, 2019 23:40:47 GMT -5
Elliot : AU Room, Before the Titan Elliot looked away, he wasn't sure what to think about any of this. Apart of him wanted to just end this-entirely, as he would under the front lines. Another part of him wanted to just call for servants or anyone who was under his wing. They always took care of the issues he found to be the most trivial and dismissive. But there was a part of him, the dead side of him-the part that made him physically not human, that had been pulling his attention over the sudden change in the boy. It was this change that made things questionable from the time he crossed over from the futuristic room, into the sky full of blood. But then there was the question of how? Granted, they had crossed directly from one world to the next without any detours, but I cannot confirm for sure that is the case. My clothes have been changed-as has the Primarch's appearance and Hanges. Did we do something we cannot remember or is there something more? He glanced over at Myrnin who attempted to hide in the bedsheets. He pushed the possibility out of the way, they came in with the metal box. He looked down and tightly closed his eyes. By this point the wound in his mouth should have healed, it was small but it didn't. Elliot continued to bite down on his lip with his fang, it was a welcoming sensation-the unconscious pain, as a means to think, and to distract himself. Pushing out the gap of possibility from their room transition, he returned to the issue around Myrnin. The child was clearly not human and carried similar qualities that were associated with well....himself. This if it were his own world, his own reality, then the answer would be straight forward and simple. Yet, this wasn't his world and for that reason, he had to abide by the rules of the world set before him. What rules? The only question popping into his head. He didn't know the rules of this reality, he knew only those he lived in and those he had visited. He tried to recall his own childhood, but that seemed to be a terrible idea. Between a devil, and an individual who seems far distant from his memories, it seemed hopeless. Father... He slowly looked down, reminiscing of someone he cared for deeply but under orders was not allowed to remember. Right now, I need you more than ever. Elliot hugged himself tightly. Still leaning against the door he wasn't sure how to take on this situation. Vampiric children weren't bared from living, but they also had well-someone else to care for them and to teach them well-whatever children are supposed to do. He rarely interacted with children, unless it was a public event or an event he had been ordered to attend, and the children always acted ages beyond the attitude of Myrnin hiding in the covers. Yet Myrnin's words came like a solution out of water. He hadn't thought about it nor considered it. When the boy mentioned hunger, he didn't consider the most obvious feeling. His eyes widened in realization, the turquoise color briefly fading. How foolish of him-she would have been very disappointed in his slow reaction. Granted, the boy's wording was not exactly how he expected it, but it made sense. Of course Hange does, they're human after all. Granted angels and dragons compete. He tightly gritted his teeth, what was he thinking. The boy's red pupils and pale skin were dead giveaways, and he had been beating around the bush hoping it not be so. But it was, and clearly not an illusion of sorts-the boy was hungry, and he clearly wasn't human. It was only now that he could affirm due to the boy's answer. And so Elliot walked towards the boy, approaching the bed he seated himself along the edge then shifted his upper body towards his right, to face the boy who clearly was in dismay. With his left hand, he reached over towards his right arm and started to unwrap the bandages covering his wrist, and pulled it back revealing multiple scars, cuts, and burns, some healed others still healing. Not wearing his usual long sleeve, one could easily see his arms were covered in bandages, as were his feet as briefly noticed by his bare feet being covered in bandage wraps. Being this close to Myrnin, the bandage wraps along his neck were easily noticeable. At this point, it could be easily assumed that he had bandage wraps underneath his clothes. Elliot's expression was slightly off, still holding the brief realization from earlier and trying to rebalance himself to his usual blank expression. He held out his hand, with his wrist facing up so that his veins could be easily seen. He briefly glimpsed at Myrnin, then looked away. "Don't fight it. It will only make matters worse. It should be more than sufficient" He softly addressed. My blood is the same reason my mother despises me. He had stopped biting his inner lip, the blood still briefly in his mouth, but the puncture was starting to heal. He didn't feel the need to vocally instruct the boy. If he was hungry like he claimed, then by following his instincts he should be able to fulfill his desires. <Raintalon> mintedstar/fur HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt ((I'll add a follow up post after Mint's response, addressing the Titan on the scene.))
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Post by Auransky on Jul 31, 2019 0:45:04 GMT -5
Rowlin's expression was like that of a kid who had just been caught doing something they shouldn't have. He smiled now, as a means to accept the unspoken spotlight, "I don't blame you if haven't met many, or any at all. They aren't very social." He stiffly waved. "Yet ghost hunting is a trending hobby, and they either scare the kindred spirits or trigger others." He couldn't help but sigh, his wrists stretching up, for his hands to rise briefly then drop. He sounded slightly annoyed-he was in the matter, not because it was a trending hobby, but because of how many operations involved saving obvious humans from committing dangerous interactions. It makes me miss cults. Those were easier to address.Rowlin raised a brow, his green eyes at a loss with Arthur's description. By the sounds of it, it appeared like anything was possible here. fantastic... He slowly turned his head towards Morrigan, who seemed at a loss as followed by her questions. Rowlin crossed his arms, then rested his head against his left palm. "My guess experience." He threw a guess towards Morrigan's question. "This is the first I'm hearing of this possibility myself." He further added to Morrigan's question, "but from personal experience, I wouldn't be surprised." He shifted his right foot a tad towards the side. With his left foot, he pressed it briefly on his toes and used the opportunity to stretch his ankle. Scientific? Is he skeptical of himself? Rowlin decided to keep the question to himself. It was one to keep noted, as Arthur further validated the possibility of magic. The explanation came with a question, one that Rowlin had unknowingly briefed on but it was only fair to answer the question. Especially after throwing a stranger on the stage. "Several more or less. Especially with all the young people running around at night to abandoned, historical, and questionable places to communicate with the dead. They take their thermal cameras to trace the heat signatures since spirits typically carry cold signatures, whereas the more negative beings are associated with warmer signatures. They take tape recorders with them, specifically ' electronic voice phenomena." he used air quotes. "To hear the voices of the unseen. Others carry Electromagnetic fields readers as a detector since spirits are said to be on a lower frequency. And more recently there is a popular desire for laser grids, specifically green lights which can spot out shadows." He used his right hand to cover his face, "There's plenty more, but the gist of this is that naive humans are not only exposing themselves to natural dangers but supernatural ones too." He shrugged heavily, "Kindred spirits flee. Some will try to scare others away. Those with ill intent will try to directly harm the living for amusement or under false promises." zeph! mintedstar/fur
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