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Post by strider on Jul 31, 2019 1:33:27 GMT -5
Noah nodded. Normally he didn’t like to test his luck when it came to picking doors, but he would rather the consequences for this one lie on his shoulders rather than Myrnin’s. If it was a bad room he didn’t know if Myrnin would blame himself if he had picked the doors, but Noah knew the twas what he tended to do, even though he knew that it wasn’t the fault of whoever opened the door. It was just bad luck, or a particularly vindictive House. “I don’t think you have to worry about exciting,” he replied in that understated tone he had that still said he was listening, but made him seem just a little bit further away mentally. “I don’t think I’ve been to a room here that wasn’t at least a little bit exciting, even if it was in a really weird way.” He scanned the rows of doors, trying to feel for which one felt like it might be safe, but he knew it didn’t work like that. If he could sense that sort of thing, he would have figured out how by now, and he would never have entered any of the more painful rooms. “How about this one?” He asked, nearing one that looked just like all the rest. “Shall we try our luck here?” Myrnin leaned forward, looking the door over with curiosity. It seemed fine to him. But then again, since when had there been a situation where he didn't think that. He walked forward as soon as the door was open, glancing once with hesitation at Noah. He seemed worried, though Myrnin still wasn't completely sure why. Was there a bad experience he'd had with a room? He wasn't sure. But he reached out and patted the boy on the arm, reassuringly. "It'll be okay," he said brightly before stepping through the doorway into the room beyond, glancing back to check that Noah was coming as well.
Noah entered the room, bracing for the worst, when he saw a wide open stretch of concrete and a couple of bright plastic objects scattered a few feet away. One of the objects was obviously much longer than the other, but when he strode ahead to make sure he was in front in case they were dangerous. A grin broke across his face once he realized what they were. “Hey, Amico, we got a fun room this time,” he told the boy, picking up the smaller pogo stick and handing it to Myrnin. “See those footholds there? You just stand on them and press down with all of your weight and it lets you bounce up and down!” He picked up his own and took a few bounces to demonstrate.
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Post by strider on Jul 31, 2019 1:33:59 GMT -5
Nico nodded, taking in Sam’s interpretation of the words. It was frustrating to him that, of all of the languages he spoke, of course the House had to pick the one that he knew the least. It was as though hit was mocking him just a little bit, and if they were wrong about what the words said, if the water was a real river… well then, Nico didn’t really feel inclined to jump in and get swept downstream. He wasn’t even sure he knew how to swim. In the most drastic situation he supposed he could keep himself afloat for a little bit, but probably not for much longer than that. Or maybe he could swim and he just didn’t remember right now. That wasn’t what was important. “Okay,” he decided, moving closer to the letters. “Just don’t drown, right?” He cast an almost smile in Sam’s direction. “Ready?” Hopefully if they pushed the word, the water would go away and then they could just climb back down into the living room or the hallway or something. Or, given their luck, another room that wanted to challenge them like this one did. Yet this room had been more frustrating than enjoyable. It wasn’t the type of challenge Nico had needed. Or maybe it was, he realized, looking at Sam. Without second guessing his translation or Sam’s interpretation, he pushed on the word with all of his might, and the stone it was written on sunk into the wall. If something was going to happen, that would cause it. Nico braced himself. Sam didn't think that he could drown. Even if he wasn't strong enough to stay afloat, he didn't think breathing in water would make too much of a difference either way. The feeling made him sick. But at least Nico didn't know any of that. Instead, Sam just smiled a bit an nodded. Yeah ... no drowning. He looked at the word and then at the river, tensing. He hoped he hadn't been wrong. If he was, then there wasn't much they could do now. Slowly, however, there was the sound of rushing waters. Part of the river literally started to sink inward on itself and the rush turned into a roar as the water sunk to some unknown location below. Then there was the sound of grinding rock and Sam stepped forward to see that the sinkhole in the river had now produced large stone steps, jutting out from the side of the whole and descending downward into a darkness that even Samuel couldn't see the bottom of. Sam looked back at Nico and swallowed. He wasn't sure if he was more worried about the journey or where it would lead. "I'll go first," he said. Then he stepped onto the first step, carefully so as not to slip. Then he stepped forward, down to the next one ...
Nico stepped forwards as he heard Sam’s words, an objection rising in his throat that didn’t even have time to make it to his lips as Sam began to descend into the darkness. He frowned, kneeling down and ignoring the feeling of what remained of the water seeping into the knees of his jeans. He closed his eyes, trying to feel underground, but the House wasn’t giving him much to go on. Obviously whatever they were standing on wasn’t the kind of stone that he could usually sense through in his world. Nothing even close to precious gems or metal down there. Maybe if Hazel were here she’d see something, but nothing was making itself obvious to him. Nonetheless, he wished he had shadow travelled ahead so Sam wasn’t the one taking the risk. “Sam?” Nico called once he opened his eyes, terrifyingly aware that he couldn’t see the boy anymore. He began down the steps, holding a hand out in front of him to act as a sort of guide. He wasn’t sued to being lost in the dark. It was a strange feeling, but he allowed himself a glimpse at Sam’s life force, wavering just ahead of him, as a way to ground himself back into reality. Something was wrong. Sam’s life force - which, out of respect, Nico had managed to mask up to that point - was a sickly, dying color, the kind he saw when people were dying, in his own world when he didn’t mask the gentle aura of light around people. But Sam’s, a little ways away, was flickering, or maybe just dim, but… sickness grew in Nico’s stomach. “Sam!” he shouted, barreling down the stairs with no respect for his own life. He cursed under his breath, attempting to shadow travel but only making it a few feet because of the way his heart was racing out of control. So he alternated running and shadow traveling until he landed, exhausted and breathless, just a few inches in front of Sam.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jul 31, 2019 1:34:36 GMT -5
Eliyen forced herself not to react outwardly to Loki's question aside from an eyeroll despite the fact that she wanted to knock the smirk off their face. Or burn down the House itself for creating a room like this. Or maybe both, both sounded good. She was used to redirecting questions and lying when necessary. Her life before becoming a shadehunter was no one's business and she didn't want to discuss it, especially not with some group of strangers. But the House didn't care what she wanted and the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, not that she could have if she'd tried. "What are your worst memories."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 31, 2019 3:46:34 GMT -5
Auransky <Raintalon> HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt There was a second where Myrnin almost shifted off the bed completely due to Elliot's proximity, not knowing what he was doing. The sheet was tangled around his head now, covering half of his face and most of his upper body. Shoes which had probably rarely seen walking action until recently and were certainly not supposed to be worn on a bed. Myrnin's whole inner and outer appearance had changed since exiting the futuristic room. Down to clothing which were no longer those of a peasant, age which was now three years greater than before, and even his species. Elliot thought he was helping, and maybe he was, but an explanation would have done Myrnin's temperament much better than his actual actions. Myrnin looked up again at Elliot, eyes wide and just as crimson with his own hunger as they had been before. His mouth opened a little, almost as if in confusion. Then he bit the side of Elliot's wrist, like if he waited too long it might be taken away from him. It was hardly a second later when the whole building shook, sending shock waves through the foundations of the building. Myrnin yelped a bit, but it was into Elliot's arm. Letting go meant that he was going to be hungry, and he didn't think he could go much longer with that. It wasn't even helping as much as he had hoped. The idea of Hange and how they smelled still seemed better. But it helped. It was with some effort on his part that he extracted his small, needle sharp fangs from Elliot's wrist and flinched away, both disgusted with himself and worried over the tremors within the earth. "What's that?" he asked, worried, as he licked his lips.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 31, 2019 4:00:49 GMT -5
Auransky zeph! Arthur didn't put too much notice into Rowlin's continued explanations of ghosts. As far as he knew, none of ... whatever mess he'd just said ... existed for him. He wasn't exactly familiar with the twenty-first century, so as far as he knew, Rowlin lived in a world where all of that detailed explanation made sense. "Ah," he said, briefly trying to think if there was a polite way to get Rowlin to explain. Or if he wanted him to in the first place. Morrigan's questions, thankfully, brought him out of it. "I speak from experience, yes. As for how the dangers I mentioned don't get out ... I'm not that sure. For the most part, they stop at the doors. Or just don't follow you back into the living room. Sometimes weird things happen here, however." The double memories of the one time there had been clones of the blinkers in the living room and other parts of the House, for example. It hadn't seemed to involve the room. It had just been something which happened. "And I'm not sure ... what that word that sounds like animals is. Animals are usually things with fur that walk around on four legs. Or they have wings and feathers. You'll run into some soon, regardless. It was just an example. This place doesn't really have any set rules for what can be in a room. I was in an snowstorm on top of a mountain once, and in a forest with large lizards called dinosaurs in another. This whole place is magic, if you're familiar with that. It's just easier to think of it like that. The type of monsters vary. Some can be friendly. Some can be very dangerous. Some can be both at once." There was a second, a pause, and then Arthur's face seemed to twitch into a knowing smile. He glanced at Rowlin. "You, for example, yes? You're not human, am I correct? If I was to hazard a guess, I would say you were closer to what I am than you are to a human."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 31, 2019 4:15:20 GMT -5
Sam didn't think that he could drown. Even if he wasn't strong enough to stay afloat, he didn't think breathing in water would make too much of a difference either way. The feeling made him sick. But at least Nico didn't know any of that. Instead, Sam just smiled a bit an nodded. Yeah ... no drowning. He looked at the word and then at the river, tensing. He hoped he hadn't been wrong. If he was, then there wasn't much they could do now. Slowly, however, there was the sound of rushing waters. Part of the river literally started to sink inward on itself and the rush turned into a roar as the water sunk to some unknown location below. Then there was the sound of grinding rock and Sam stepped forward to see that the sinkhole in the river had now produced large stone steps, jutting out from the side of the whole and descending downward into a darkness that even Samuel couldn't see the bottom of. Sam looked back at Nico and swallowed. He wasn't sure if he was more worried about the journey or where it would lead. "I'll go first," he said. Then he stepped onto the first step, carefully so as not to slip. Then he stepped forward, down to the next one ...
Nico stepped forwards as he heard Sam’s words, an objection rising in his throat that didn’t even have time to make it to his lips as Sam began to descend into the darkness. He frowned, kneeling down and ignoring the feeling of what remained of the water seeping into the knees of his jeans. He closed his eyes, trying to feel underground, but the House wasn’t giving him much to go on. Obviously whatever they were standing on wasn’t the kind of stone that he could usually sense through in his world. Nothing even close to precious gems or metal down there. Maybe if Hazel were here she’d see something, but nothing was making itself obvious to him. Nonetheless, he wished he had shadow travelled ahead so Sam wasn’t the one taking the risk. “Sam?” Nico called once he opened his eyes, terrifyingly aware that he couldn’t see the boy anymore. He began down the steps, holding a hand out in front of him to act as a sort of guide. He wasn’t sued to being lost in the dark. It was a strange feeling, but he allowed himself a glimpse at Sam’s life force, wavering just ahead of him, as a way to ground himself back into reality. Something was wrong. Sam’s life force - which, out of respect, Nico had managed to mask up to that point - was a sickly, dying color, the kind he saw when people were dying, in his own world when he didn’t mask the gentle aura of light around people. But Sam’s, a little ways away, was flickering, or maybe just dim, but… sickness grew in Nico’s stomach. “Sam!” he shouted, barreling down the stairs with no respect for his own life. He cursed under his breath, attempting to shadow travel but only making it a few feet because of the way his heart was racing out of control. So he alternated running and shadow traveling until he landed, exhausted and breathless, just a few inches in front of Sam. Behind him, Sam could hear Nico's heart beating all over the place. Suddenly, it had just picked up in a spike, right before Sam had time to answer his call. But it wasn't just a rabid heartbeat, suddenly it and Nico seemed to be moving at lengths and speeds which were far too dangerous for Sam's own feelings on the matter. Enough that Sam felt Nico was going to barrel into him before he could call out to him to stop! "Nico!" he managed, spinning back in the direction they had come, his hands up to try and take some of the momentum out of his trajectory. But suddenly Nico wasn't there anymore, Sam's keen eyesight unable to pick him out because the darkness was so thick that his vampire eyesight hadn't even bothered with trying to allow him to see. But he could hear Nico. The beat of his heart and the life in him. It had been disappearing and reappearing like a flickering candle flame. Now it had disappeared, only for him to reappear behind Sam, in the path he would have taken to continue down. Sam flailed a bit, surprised. "What the heck!" he said, not so much surprised at the disappearing and reappearing as he was at Nico's apparent panic. "What's the matter?" He couldn't hear anything from above them, but he was tense for monsters of some kind. This room seemed weird enough for them. "Are you okay?" he added, concerned, a sort of lopesided smile on his face, though he wasn't sure if Nico could see it. He couldn't even see Nico.
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Post by Protractor on Jul 31, 2019 8:26:16 GMT -5
(Hi,I suddenly remembered this thing
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Post by Sησω on Jul 31, 2019 12:38:01 GMT -5
(Hi,I suddenly remembered this thing (Hello!)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 31, 2019 13:52:43 GMT -5
Myrnin leaned forward, looking the door over with curiosity. It seemed fine to him. But then again, since when had there been a situation where he didn't think that. He walked forward as soon as the door was open, glancing once with hesitation at Noah. He seemed worried, though Myrnin still wasn't completely sure why. Was there a bad experience he'd had with a room? He wasn't sure. But he reached out and patted the boy on the arm, reassuringly. "It'll be okay," he said brightly before stepping through the doorway into the room beyond, glancing back to check that Noah was coming as well.
Noah entered the room, bracing for the worst, when he saw a wide open stretch of concrete and a couple of bright plastic objects scattered a few feet away. One of the objects was obviously much longer than the other, but when he strode ahead to make sure he was in front in case they were dangerous. A grin broke across his face once he realized what they were. “Hey, Amico, we got a fun room this time,” he told the boy, picking up the smaller pogo stick and handing it to Myrnin. “See those footholds there? You just stand on them and press down with all of your weight and it lets you bounce up and down!” He picked up his own and took a few bounces to demonstrate. The small boy squinted at the odd contraptions. Apparently this was a fun room, but other than Noah's instructions he had no idea what to do in it. He looked down at the stick Noah had just passed him and then back at the boy as he completed the action he was talking about. Curious, Myrnin put one foot where Noah had put his, not sure how to get on. Noah had seemed to balance the stick to get on, but that looked a bit scary. Myrnin looked up at Noah again, hesitant, then hurriedly jumped onto the pogo stick. He managed to jump on it all of once before he overbalanced and crashed into the floor. "Ow!" he said, more out of surprise than pain.
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tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Jul 31, 2019 16:24:24 GMT -5
Morrigan listened to Rowlin and Arthur silently as they talked about communicating with ghosts and about the House- both parts left her feeling slightly mystified, mainly the things about the House. How was it possible to fit a mountain in a room? This place sounded even more extravagant than the Hotel Deucalion- in a baffling, slightly terrifying sort of way.
She stayed silent as Arthur asked Rowlin the same question from before, only the tables turned. She turned her head towards Rowlin, anticipating his reply, but also trying to think of a more practical answer to the House. She's been faced with some feats of magic, yes, but others have been shown to be mere illusions, particularly the biggest ones. Was it the manipulation of air? Or just a show, like a certain Bazaar? Morrigan frowned slightly to herself, suddenly wanting to take a look, and, hopefully, pick it apart to her abilities.
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Post by Protractor on Jul 31, 2019 16:26:26 GMT -5
(What's happening and where can I throw my child?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 31, 2019 16:31:19 GMT -5
(You can toss them into the living room with me, Dia, and Bubbling. ^^ Nothing much is happening other than us doing a sort of 'Welcome to the House' chitchat.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 31, 2019 16:32:49 GMT -5
( XD I love how every blinker hears 'it's dangerous in the rooms' and 99.999% of them at once think 'LET'S GO SEE'.)
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Post by Protractor on Jul 31, 2019 16:35:57 GMT -5
(Ight,think I'll do that cx
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jul 31, 2019 16:58:07 GMT -5
>> Q&A Room | --cato phoenix Cloverleaf mintedstar/fur Sησω @ ®Hawkpath®@ << Ghost’s eyes refocused on the royal - “Loki” according to the paper - as the person’s question seemed amplified against the background noise. Almost as if the House was making clear the questions that applied to this room. The one question you don’t want asked. It was subtle, calculated, allowing each individual to fill in their own response instead of asking for a target answer. The question of a master politician looking for a manipulative foothold. The bot silently marked the responses for later reference. Manipulative or not, there was no point in allowing pertinent information to go to waste. As interesting as the answers were, the actual inquiry remained. A few possible responses were noted, but none seemed to be what the House was looking for. But maybe it just wasn’t his turn yet. As soon as the red-haired girl finished speaking, Ghost filled in the subsequent lull. “What is your purpose?” Oh. Of course. (Ack sorry for mobile formatting lol)
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Post by Protractor on Jul 31, 2019 17:09:33 GMT -5
"-of a bi-"Jack cut himself off as he was suddenly not having to fight two Big Daddies.He gazed around the place he was suddenly placed in,Inferno still active so his left hand still looked like it was burning from the inside out.As he peered around he saw three other entities.He would've liked to place them but he'd been under so long he had forgotten what exactly to classify them as."Um,anyone have an explanation as to where I've ended up?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 31, 2019 20:11:15 GMT -5
Touka was standing still for the moment, watching the others as they offered up their own answers to Loki’s question. She’d done it, the dragon had done it, the Doctor had done it...she silently counted them off in her head, until the last person in the room reluctantly gave up her answer. Now, the question was...
Who was next?
And that question was answered almost immediately, as the scarred man spoke up from his position in the room. Oh, yeah. The newbie who’d been skulking around since the hallway. She’d had a neutral, if cautious, opinion of him before, but now, as he selected his question, that went out the window, replaced with a deep sense of resentment. Powers were a personal thing - they sometimes even tied into species, or reminded people of painful memories. To bring them up in a place where there was no such thing as choice...well, he was either incredibly stupid or intentionally stirring the pot. She’d put money on the latter.
She could feel the pressure at the back of her throat again, so she decided she might as well get it over with. “My species has a retractable predatory organ that we use for attack and defense. My hearing, vision, and agility are also superior to a human’s.” She stood up straight after that proclamation, staring Daud in the eye. If you wanted to see me flinch at that, you’re gonna have to be disappointed.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 31, 2019 20:20:39 GMT -5
The Titan let out a sort of long groan as Sandalphon shouted at it, and began to turn slowly in his direction, turning its massive head left and right as it stupidly scanned its surroundings for the source of the noise. When it spotted the angel, it raised a hand and swiped, with surprising speed, right at him, massive hand whipping through the air as if it was trying to catch a fly.
“Oi! Wait a moment!” shouted Hange, waving their hands in the air as the angel took off into the air, causing the entire crowd below to let out a series of gasps and shouts of shock and confusion. “You might..want to...” They grunted in frustration - it was hard to do anything without their maneuver gear. They could hear at least two more Titans approaching as well - probably more than two, judging from the earthquake-like vibrations. Why were there even Titans in Wall Sina? That would mean all the walls had been breached...had this world’s Survey a Corps not been up to the task of keeping them at bay?
At any rate, they needed to do something. They wanted to save as many people as possible, but they also didn’t have a way to fight titans or risk going down in the rubble without their maneuver gear. And they had to prioritize - the people below were probably House-generated, but Myrnin and Elliot most certainly were not.
“I’m going after the others!” they shouted, leaning over the railing. “Keep them at bay as long as you can - go for the nape of the neck! That’s how you kill them!”
It was so loud that there was no way to tell if they’d been heard, but there was no time to waste. They took a breath, turning to race down the hall towards Elliot and Myrnin’s last known position.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 31, 2019 20:49:51 GMT -5
The Doctor | Q & A Room Well, at least this seemed like a safe enough question in The Doctor's opinion. Though she was pretty sure some others in the circle had thought the same thing before the answers had come out of their mouth as something other than what they had expected. The Doctor was sitting down, but she looked up at Touka as she stared daggers at Duad. The Time Lady's expression was neutral. She didn't like how this room operated. But there wasn't a box to submit complaint into. Or if there was, no one was reading what was being submitted. She didn't wait for the House to force it out of her. "My species is telepathic - we can read each others' minds and read the minds of other creatures." That didn't tend to go over to well when it came to keeping friends. She could already predict that several people were trying to ask her a mental question or some such nonsense. "I'm not doing it. Readin' minds, that is. And certainly not without permis - er - per ...oh fine House ... I do it in live or death situations sometimes." She sniffed, annoyed the House had nitpicked. It was always for things she considered life or death situations, though she couldn't think of an example now. "I can sometimes form telepathic bonds, but that's only with rare people ... or my ship. I'm also an empath - I can sense emotions." She didn't elaborate on that further. She wasn't going to say she did use that far more often than anything telepathic. She didn't like going into any of this, but at least she at least usually told the next part to people sooner or later. "My species can also regenerate. If I'm dyin' or greatly injured, my body deconstructs and then rebuilds itself from the ground up - hair, gender, skin tone, eye color, nail length, my personality to some extent - you name it and it gets changed around a bit. I'm on my thirteenth regeneration, which means I've been thirteen different people in my lifetime. I keep my memories from previous regenerations o' course. Wouldn't be much use if I didn't." She didn't give a nervous laugh, but it was a close thing. Wouldn't be much good ... That didn't stop her from searching her far too empty head for what she was missing. "We usually only get twelve regenerations. I'm a bit of an exception." She couldn't remember why though. She knew she was the thirteeenth regeneration, but wasn't very clear on how that had happened.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 31, 2019 21:10:37 GMT -5
Protractor Auransky zeph!Having just gone through something like this, Arthur was a bit done with going through the motions. "You're new," he said. It was a statement, not an question. "I'm Arthur Dee. That's Rowlin. That's Morrigan." He indicated the other three blinkers in the room. "As for where you've ended up, it's called the Paradox House." It was with great strength of will that he didn't continue the explanation further than that. "Who are you?" he asked Jack.
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Post by Protractor on Jul 31, 2019 21:12:59 GMT -5
"Jack."He replied,almost sticking his left hand out to shake but quickly pulled it back and put out his right."Yeah….Might not wanna touch my left hand."He chuckled awkwardly.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Jul 31, 2019 21:35:19 GMT -5
>> Q&A Room | --cato phoenix Iceclaw mintedstar/fur Sησω @ ®Hawkpath®@ Cloverleaf << Ghost cocked his head to the side. The word “powers” was vague. This man, Daud, was just as calculating as Loki, asking questions in order to gain the figurative upper hand. Both seemed fairly new, unaware that their real enemies were unlikely come from the people around them. At this point they were just insuring that they received no help when their time came. Although, Ghost noted, there were enough bleeding hearts among the group of blinkers that they would probably be helped no matter what dark intentions the duo harbored. Back to the question. “Your query is too nuanced for a simple answer.” The shepherd challenged with a disapproving stare. “I possess no powers of supernatural origin but if all of us were to list our inherent abilities and their functions we would not be able to progress until the beast in the corner finished explaining how it coordinates all four sets of eyes.” He shook his head. There was still more information to share, his response hadn’t fulfilled the requirements of the room. “In a brief overview based on my understanding of your intent,” He continued stiffly, “I am a self-aware computer, able to interface with and control almost every other kind of circuit-dependent technology, much like telepathy among biological beings. Flight capable and armed with weapons for both short and long range combat. Also equipped with multiple types of scanners and a modified holo-field generator, as well as a dematerialization protocol still under testing that allows me to walk through solid objects.” He wasn’t entirely sure why the last ability was included, it was barely useable at this point. Maybe it wasn’t as doomed of a project as he had begun to suspect.
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Post by Auransky on Jul 31, 2019 21:59:52 GMT -5
Rowlin tilted his head slightly upwards, it appeared like he had rambled yet again. It was starting to become a norm. He never rambled when he was younger, was this just a part of growing up? He stopped his own thought-it was a silly thought. Yet the man's disinterest in science was a little disappointing at best. "Science, people are using science to talk to the dead." He decided to recap his ramble, noting that he should stop before he made things more awkward. His own sentence wasn't entirely correct, since ghosts were technically alive but that was blunt, simple and straight to the point. Rowlin silently drifted his eyes between Arthur and Morrigan. Arthur further added to her initial question, by further adding depth to what he meant by dangers in other rooms. He had yet to experience it, here, but if it was like back home, then he was clearly in for some upcoming fun times. As long as it doesn't drag anyone I know, I'll be fine. He had new questions about this place, but for the time being everything given was more then enough to suffice. And just like that the question rebounded him. He glimpsed over to Morrigan then glanced at Arthur. His green eyes seemed to stagger. "In a way yes." He slowly started to reply, with a brief smile. Then his smile faded, "Though I am not part spirit, unlike the few vampires born with that unique element." His right hand reached over for his left wrist lightly tapping the top of his wrist. "I have a feeling I might get this one wrong, but can I assume that you were born into this world? Rather then being brought into it?" He slightly looked away, his gaze softening. The question was a sensitive one to him personally but he also knew how vampire's prided themselves with the opportunity to answer the question. He blinked, his attention turning towards a newcomer. The new man with fire for a hand seemed to have been having a fun time. Oh how great-hopefully this guy didn't have a record for starting fires, oh how it would drive law enforcement insane. When Arthur reintroduced everyone, Rowlin quietly waved when his name was mentioned. zeph! Protractor mintedstar/fur
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 31, 2019 22:57:59 GMT -5
Protractor zeph! AuranskyArthur gave a wain smile to Jake. He'd missed the lengthier introduction. In which case, he wasn't aware that Arthur could not shake his hand. Arthur might look solid, but he was anything but. Instead, he bowed at the waist. "Pleasure to meet you." He hoped that would stand in for the handshake. He hurriedly straightened as Rowlin partly answered his question. Frankly, he was surprised. Another vampire? And one familiar with science? Arthur shook his head, half in amusement. "I see," he said. "I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but I suppose that was close enough." Then his head inclined, slightly puzzled at Rowlin's assumption. "I was born on Earth in the 1500s, if that was your assumption. I'm not sure what you mean by 'brought into it.'" He once again looked at Morrigan. "And you? You mentioned a couple things before appearing here. You're human?"
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 1, 2019 1:49:20 GMT -5
Eliyen glanced over at the guy with the scars- Daud- when he asked his question. Good one. That was something she'd been wondering about too. It seemed like a lot of the people she'd seen so far had powers of some sort but were from worlds she'd never heard of, so she wasn't sure what to expect from them. She was a bit disappointed that Dad had asked and not her, she was curious about how he would have answered it. Taking another sip of her drink, she listened to a few of the others as they described their powers. She wasn't too disappointed in their answers. So far, the dog was probably the most surprising, though she'd figured there would be a bit more to him than the obvious fact that he was a talking dog. The Doctor's regeneration was unusual too. There were a few blinkers left in the room who hadn't answered yet, but Eliyen saw no point in delaying her answer when she wasn't worried about hiding anything on this topic. "I can't use ma-" she stopped abruptly, one eyebrow raised slightly. What just happened? She was terrible at... Oh, right. The House was too literal. She rolled her eyes and tried again, "I suck at using magic." There. She didn't really want to stop there though, so she didn't. Drawing a dagger and giving it a couple spins, she continued, "But I've received years of training in various types of fighting for just about any situation that would be expected in my shade-plagued world and then some and that usually works pretty damn well in my line of work, sooo..." she sheathed the blade with a satisfied smirk before glancing between the other blinkers who hadn't answered yet. She would have said 'so I don't really care' or made some comment about magic and powers being overrated, but didn't. There were some abilities that she did wish she had. She was a bit disappointed her own abilities probably wouldn't seem all that impressive to a room full of beings with unnatural abilities, especially when she'd never had the chance to show them, but she figured it didn't matter that much. She didn't need approval or respect from them or anyone else... not that she would say so aloud in this room.
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Post by Sησω on Aug 1, 2019 10:47:15 GMT -5
Powers. Now that piqued Anika's interest. She couldn't help but wonder what the others would say, especially because she assumed they were visions created by the place. Despite her grim feelings around the past two questions, her two tails were now wagging in anticipation. The dragon had no idea what a hu-man was, but she assumed that Touka was saying that her senses were outstanding for a creature of her size. Interesting.The Doctor's response was even more intriguing - telepathy and regeneration. Anika couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to regenerate. Technically, she'd done something similar in becoming an Emperor, but that was hardly alike to what the other blinker was describing. Ghost was next, and just as neat. A sentient computer. Other dragons built golems and robots, but she'd never seen one resembling a dog. It made her curious as to if an engineer from her world had ever thought up of the idea. Part of Eliyen's speech caught the dragon's attention: shade-plagued world. Ages ago, the gods had fought off an entity known as the Shade from Anika's world. She still wanted to assume that everything that appeared here was an illusion, but she couldn't help but question if Eliyen was real, and if they'd come from the same place. Silence followed, and the Emperor realized it was her turn to answer. "When deceased members of my species are close together, we can combine and rise from the dead as one being. My magic is more powerful than that of most living dragons, and the same goes for my physical strength." Oh, come on. What more can this place ask for this time? She'd meant to stop there, but the House pushed her on. "I possess powerful plague magic. Not only am I resistant to disease, but I can spread it. Creatures tend not to live very long after I infect them. My four heads can look in different directions or the same way at once." Right. She hadn't explained what her magic was. That last sentence was rather random, but it seemed to be in response to the dog's comment about her four sets of eyes.
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Post by Auransky on Aug 1, 2019 11:27:46 GMT -5
Elliot silently looked away, it was only polite , right? He wasn't sure how he should be reacting either , he wasn't exactly a walking charity, despite almost offering the same opportunity to the angel a bit back. how many have fallen, to receive the opportunity you have been given. his gaze slightly softened. It seemed like the boy was hesitant , so he was holding back. This slightly upset Elliot, he assumed that the kid would just follow his instincts. He slowly opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself when feeling two small piercings penetrate his wrist. It didn't hurt, it felt like a tap, compared to all the torment his mother liked to put him through. While the boy consumed , Elliot considered it a decent time to address this matter. Glancing at the boy , then the door , he spoke softly. "I know not of the details, but I can say with certainty that you are a vampire. Whether the change happened because it was tine, or someone turned you, I cannot answer. What I can say now, is that you crave, as anyone would their first time. Overtime you should come better control yourself , but for the time being this should suffice. It is not human blood , but my-" he lightly bit his lower lip, pausing his sentence. His breath escaped him as though someone punched It out of him. He took a small breath to recompose himself. "-The blood of origin, should meet your needs, a few years at best." His tone was now indifferent, speaking distantly about himself. He fell silent now , letting the boy consume in silence. myrnin was probably too distracted with the blood to listen-probably for the better. Shortly his attention immediately shifted towards the door. A flair had gone off, which sounded like a stretcher , or a siren high in the sky. Then the ground shook-earthquake? His attention shifted to Myrnin who yelped, then proceeded to puncture his wrist multiple times. Watching the boy forcefully pull away, he shifted his attention back to the door. "My guess, trouble." He listened further out , panic , and mixed emotions could be easily sensed. He stood up, rewrapping his arm, and wrist with the bandage wraps. "Which means , something didn't go as intended." He accessed the situation. He stood up now , His right hand reaching over towards his left waist. No belt, meaning that he couldn't summon his sword. His attention returned to the door, he could hear loud voices, and distinctly Hange's who cried over the waves of sound. They were explaining how to eliminate the issue , most likely to Sandalphon. He could hear footsteps , rushing everywhere. Then there was Hange's which he could distinctly read after being around them for a while. They were coming this way, perfect timing. And so Elliot approached the doors, and swung them ope n, to save the human time from getting in. LOwkey, it was a way to give Hange a taste of the royal life , even if briefly. "Neck?" Elliot asked watching Hange rush into the room. "Watch hi m." He pointed towards Myrnin , " And relocate if possible. We can find you. " he quickly briefed on with Hange. "But I do have a question. How much do you value the individuals who you've come to know here? " Elliot wasn't referring to the house generated people , he was referring to the value these individual faces have come to represent in Hange's life. This would better decide what sort of tactic to take. Regardless, this was going to stain a facade of himself , most likely for worse. HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt mintedstar/fur <Raintalon>
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 1, 2019 12:49:35 GMT -5
Unluckily for this Titan, this 'fly' hit back. While he did suffer from a big 'flaw' related to air movement, he was still talor made for combat in the sky, as most Primarchs were.
Sandalphon only grinned as his foe moved to retaliate, although it's speed did manage to surprise him slightly. No matter, he needed a more challenging foe every so often, or else his skills would grow dull. And this time he could fight back, unlike with the skyfarers previously.
Like something in a practiced dance, at the very last second he folded his wings in and dropped straight down so the Titan's hand would pass nary a foot above him. As he did that, the archangel flipped over in a acrobatic twist and swung his blade back around to meet the thing's wrist.
Snick.
The satisfying feeling of his blade carving through flesh and bone greeted him, and he artfully severed the hand right off the arm it once was connected to. The detached limb went flying across the room, vanishing into the cloud of debris plaguing the air.
That... Hadn't been as hard to do as Sandalphon expected it would. In fact, his weapon had barely faced any resistance at all, as if the beast had extremely weak bones for it's size. Strange...
The Primarch's wings flew back open and he quickly righted himself, soaring back out of the Titan's reach in preparation for another strike. He just barely managed to catch what Hange shouted as he passed close to the stage again, before the other blinker took off to go make sure Myrnin and Elliot were alright. "Understood!" He called, both confirming that he noted the advice about hitting the beasts napes and the request to hold them off.
Wait, them?
Since Sandalphon had been a bit preoccupied untill this moment, he hadn't noticed the fact there was more of those things incoming. Sure enough, just barely visable through the smoke behind the wounded Titan were two more about to make their entrance into the ruined courthouse.
Alright, his current strategy was not going to be enough to stop these monsters in a fast enough matter. If he didn't start acting now, the building would very quickly be overrun. As much as he was hesitant to use it in such cramped quarters, magic was going to be needed to have any hope of holding the wave off.
All four of the archangel's crystal blades materialized from thin air and flew to his side, each pointed straight ahead towards the enemy. "Ain Soph Aur!" The second Sandalphon called out the incantation, a blue emblem of ruinic light appeared behind his back and each of his blades altered it's color to match one of the four elements. A barrage of light beams shot out at incredible speed from both the blades tips and the emblem, heading straight at the Titans. Hopefully this would be enough force them back, if not outright kill them. He just had to get them outside, to give himself more room to work with so he could put Hange's advice to use without fear of being driven into a corner.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 1, 2019 15:06:03 GMT -5
The answers flew by Izaya, each one different and connected to a tantalizing thread of information. His respect for Loki had grown with every answer, and now he promised himself the opportunity to talk to them sometime when lying was an option again, both for him and for them. He wasn’t going to let the House take all the fun out of that conversation, after all. The next question made him turn and he stared at the man who’d asked it with open interest. He hadn’t paid much attention to him before aside from a quick look, but again it was an interesting question and obviously strategic. What a fascinating little pocket in time.... Aside from the dragon, he’d made the mistake of assuming everyone was human, but at least a few of them had reminded him that that wasn’t much of a given here. He smiled. This was growing more exciting by the second. “I’m completely human, with no supernatural powers.” He answered, a smirk on his thin features as he gazed around at the others. There was definitely a smug glint in his eye now. Thanks, random scar-man.
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