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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 1, 2019 15:23:01 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?” “Me neither.” Kelsier confirmed, squinting and burning Tin for sharper eyesight. It did absolutely nothing, which made him think there was another reason they couldn’t see past the words. At least they could hear each other. The other blinker’s voice was soothing, and Kelsier took a breath, pushing away the anxious feeling in his gut to focus on the problem ahead of him. He’d had the same thought. If they were in the same place, maybe the mirrors had something to do with it? Maybe one of them was in a different mirror image of the same place, or maybe he was on the wrong track completely, but it didn’t hurt to do some guessing. “For now anyway, it sounds like we’re in the same room.” He called back. It was hard not to shout when you couldn’t see who you were talking to. He shifted his weight, anxious to go through the doorway and at the same time not quite sure he really wanted to. He wanted to have the option of changing his mind if he didn’t like it after all. “Are you singing?” He asked it sharper than he’d intended, because if Orpheus wasn’t singing, this room had just gotten a whole lot creepier. The idea that maybe some of their reflections were more than they appeared blossomed uncomfortably in his mind and he resisted the urge to look over his shoulder. Instead, he burned Bronze, to hide anything else he was burning. Not because he thought other Mistborns might be around. Because it made him feel slightly safer. “All right.” He agreed, and braced himself. “Three...two... one!” He stepped through.
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 1, 2019 15:47:57 GMT -5
Morrigan visibly jumped when Jack appeared. She turned to look him over, her gaze sliding to his left hand. She struggled to compose herself as Arthur talked to him, nodding quietly as the ghost introduced her. Teleportation, then. That was how she had gotten to wherever she was so fast. Her thoughts turned once more as Rowlin answered Arthur's question. "Oh! I know a vampire!" She said brightly, happy to actually know something for once. "Well, a vampire dwarf. He's nice." However, she once again was found to be lost in the conversation, her head moving from one to the other in a desperate attempt to keep up, barely processing anything. Once Arthur addressed her, she paused, letting her thoughts simmer down for a moment, before giving a slight nod. "I'm not a normal one, but yes, I'm a human." She said, before adding. "I have a knack."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 1, 2019 20:03:55 GMT -5
(Sandalphon, Titans)
The angel’s aim was true - as the first Titan howled in pain, flailing in all directions as its wrist began to steam and regenerate, the others were momentarily driven into the ground, cut to pieces by the onslaught of his magical attack.
Mere moments later, though, the bodies began to twitch and move, rising through the steam that seemed to be regenerating their flesh as fast as it was destroyed. The first couldn’t see yet, though - its eyes had been damaged and hadn’t finished regenerating - so it just sort of flailed around aimlessly, while it’s two companions stubbornly began to make their way once again towards Sandalphon, joined by four more who had just rounded the corner.
“Squad Leader! Advance!”
Behind the Titans zipped five soldiers wearing the same uniform Hange was usually in and using their maneuver gear to fling themselves at the Titans, aiming for their necks. They weren’t making much progress, though - unlike in Hange’s world, these soldiers were untrained and inexperienced - ill-suited to the task they’d found themselves in.
(Hange, with Myrnin and Elliot)
“Yes. Go for the nape of the neck,” repeated Hange, for Elliot’s benefit. “And be careful. They may be stupid, but they’re fast and incredibly strong. Don’t undeeestimate them.”
They paused as the man asked about the value of the faces outside...well...what could they say to that?
“The situation is...complicated,” they said slowly, trying to make up their mind how they felt even though it was a question that needed days, preferably weeks of thought. “Any of those people out there - I would give my life for, under normal circumstances. It’s my duty, as a soldier. But are these people real humans, with thoughts and emotions, or merely mindless copies, created by the House to test us? I don’t have an answer for you.” They shook their head, making up their mind. “Do what you need to, but please don’t waste their lives needlessly.”
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Post by Protractor on Aug 1, 2019 21:55:03 GMT -5
Jack was visibly confused by the conversation .On the one hand he knew he could name off some vampire like things.There was very little a Splicer didn't classify under but he was sure that wasn't what needed to be brought up.Watching them talk,his head turning to one as they talked then the other was like a game of ping-pong.Utterly unbearable.
"So is it safe to go bare handed here or should I keep my plasmid active?"He butted in.He wasn't trying to be a nescience but he didn't want to be seen as over dressed.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 1, 2019 22:20:12 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?” “Me neither.” Kelsier confirmed, squinting and burning Tin for sharper eyesight. It did absolutely nothing, which made him think there was another reason they couldn’t see past the words. At least they could hear each other. The other blinker’s voice was soothing, and Kelsier took a breath, pushing away the anxious feeling in his gut to focus on the problem ahead of him. He’d had the same thought. If they were in the same place, maybe the mirrors had something to do with it? Maybe one of them was in a different mirror image of the same place, or maybe he was on the wrong track completely, but it didn’t hurt to do some guessing. “For now anyway, it sounds like we’re in the same room.” He called back. It was hard not to shout when you couldn’t see who you were talking to. He shifted his weight, anxious to go through the doorway and at the same time not quite sure he really wanted to. He wanted to have the option of changing his mind if he didn’t like it after all. “Are you singing?” He asked it sharper than he’d intended, because if Orpheus wasn’t singing, this room had just gotten a whole lot creepier. The idea that maybe some of their reflections were more than they appeared blossomed uncomfortably in his mind and he resisted the urge to look over his shoulder. Instead, he burned Bronze, to hide anything else he was burning. Not because he thought other Mistborns might be around. Because it made him feel slightly safer. “All right.” He agreed, and braced himself. “Three...two... one!” He stepped through. Orpheus nodded before remembering that Kelsier couldn't see him. Right. It was strange to be alone and not alone all at the same time. Although he did wince at the volume of Kelsier's voice - he sounded quite nearby and he really hadn't been ready for Kelsier to shout. Nonetheless, he stared into the dark and closed his eyes, preparing himself to enter. "Sorry," he replied bashfully, the word coming out so quickly it almost seemed like a habit. "I don't have my lyre in this room and..." he stumbled over the words. "Music helps when I get nervous. Always has." He hated the idea that it was bothering Kelsier, or that he had inadvertently angered the other blinker. The last thing he wanted to do was lose what he was just beginning to think of as a friend because he couldn't shut up. But before Orpheus could say anything else, Kelsier had counted down and Orpheus plunged into the room, looking around to see if he could figure out what this room was about. He could see a door up ahead again, this one with blaring lights spelling out R-U-N. The young man's heart went into overdrive as he did his best to obey the House's instructions. He didn't dare think of what might happen if he didn't. All around him he could still see the funhouse mirrors, but he wasn't paying them much attention. Yet he wasn't a particularly fast runner. He was doing his best, but he was scared and out of breath, and the racing of his heart was like drumbeats throughout his body that his legs couldn't move fast enough to match.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 1, 2019 23:08:32 GMT -5
<Raintalon> HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt AuranskyThere wasn't much out of the things that Elliot had said which Myrnin had actually understood. He didn't know what a vampire was, for example. But the way Elliot said it, when referring to himself and Myrnin ... Myrnin's stomach kept flipping over. Was he like this because of Elliot? Was he to blame for the reason he felt weird? But that wasn't anything he could think about right now. The shaking hadn't stopped and Hange had arrived in the doorway. Myrnin was perched on the bed after all of this. He looked scared. His eyes had faded back to a dingy green, looking almost the color of mud rather than distinctly red or green. "Hange?" he asked, voice nearly breaking. He was holding onto the edge of the bed as it shook. "W-what's happening?" He glanced after Elliot, not at all sure what he thought of him leaving to fight ... what? He hadn't heard. He hadn't been tuning in up until the point of the loud noise and now he was stuck with Elliot knowing more of what was going on than he did. His arms wrapped around his legs, not sure what he needed to do. "Do we need to run?" he asked, voice very, very softly.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 1, 2019 23:27:44 GMT -5
Arthur blinked when he looked at Jack's hand. Okay, he wasn't quite sure what that was, other than being on fire. "I mean," he said hesitantly. "This room isn't dangerous, so it should be alright if you aren't ... armed and dangerous." He shook his head a little. He didn't want to confuse the new blinkers, but he supposed that was inevitable. "Questions?" he asked, throwing them both a lifeline. "You both look confused. If you can formulate any of that into a question I'll do my best to answer." He smiled at Morrigan, reassuringly. "I'm afraid I don't quite know what a knack is. Though it seems we both have something in common when knowing vampires. Though I'm not sure if I know of any dwarf ones."
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Aug 2, 2019 0:34:33 GMT -5
Daud turned his gaze on the first person to answer. Species? She looked human, yet she spoke as though she wasn't. His gaze flickered to Ghost, and then Anika. If animals could be sentient here, he supposed other things could be too. There were plenty of stories of supernatural creatures that lurked in the dark and distant places of the world. Wry amusement flickered through him at the thought of such stories having a grain of truth. Perhaps his next question would be about species. He met her challenging gaze steadily, simply taking note of her abilities. He wasn't sure what the retractable organ she spoke of was like, but superior senses and agility he could handle.
As the Doctor began speaking, Daud's interest piqued, only to turn sharply to wariness as she mentioned being telepathic. His eyes narrowed as he immediately locked up any and all thoughts, creating a controlled silence in his mind. His first instinct was not to believe her when she said she wasn't doing it- after all, if he had the power to read minds, he'd be using it to its highest potential- but then he remembered that the room didn't allow for lying. She mentioned her own 'species' as well. Another ghost story then. Intriguing. However, considering all of her abilities, she was easily the most difficult to kill, if she even could be. She was apparently already past the typical amount of allowed lives. He wondered if that had anything to do with the potential memory problems. Regardless, she was someone to watch.
Annoyance flickered through Daud as the strange dog began speaking. Was he really being told off by a scrawny mutt? "If you need it simplified," he said, "what can you do that a normal human can't?" As Ghost launched into describing his abilities, Daud found himself lost. What in the Void was a 'computer'? He knew what technology was. Creations powered by whale oil had recently begun cropping up across the isle. Perhaps a computer was something that could manipulate that? He couldn't quite see how useful that would be, however, unless there were more sophisticated technologies where Ghost was from. Flight capable, weapons, and scanners he understood. The rest was anyone's guess, and it sounded like he couldn't walk through walls yet, so Daud didn't have to worry about that for now. There had also been the strange projection from before. Perhaps it had been explained in one of the many terms Daud hadn't understood. He decided that was fine. The visual example was enough. Ghost was someone to keep an eye if only because Daud had a very loose understanding of him.
Turning his gaze on Eliyen, Daud decided 'magic' by itself was vague and didn't tell him much, though he supposed it didn't matter since she couldn't use it. Watching her draw the dagger, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Being able to fight wasn't necessarily a power, but perhaps he had made it so with his clarification for Ghost. He could appreciate that she could compensate for her lacking magical abilities. It reminded him of some of his Whalers. He did wonder, however, what these 'shades' she spoke of were. He already assumed her fighting abilities were something to keep an eye on, but knowing the type of enemy she usually fought would give him insight to her comfort zone when it came to fighting.
Anika intrigued him. Regeneration as well then, but only in specific circumstances. Evidently they wouldn't be seeing it as there were no other massive leviathan beasts in this House. Satisfaction flickered through him as she described her magic. It wouldn't work on him, being resistant to diseases himself, but that certainly didn't mean it wasn't dangerous for the others. There was also simply her general size, strength, and the four heads. To him, however, she likely posed the least threat out of everyone.
Izaya's answer was straight and to the point. Human, no powers, no elaboration like Eliyen. Which implied that she had listed her abilities of her own free will rather than keep quiet about them. A bad strategic move. Izaya seemed clever, however, if a touch eccentric, which led Daud to believe there were likely other things about him that he was keeping hidden. He'd keep an eye on him too.
And that left Loki. Daud turned his gaze on the noble, not expecting much, though he would be very pleased if the question made them sweat.
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Post by Auransky on Aug 2, 2019 14:32:47 GMT -5
Elliot : AU Room - Shall We?
Elliot closed his eyes, while he faced the hallway. He listened to hange, reaffirm the matter. On the other hand he attempted to listen to Every thing going on outside. It was proving difficult given the amount of vocal masses, and heavy waves of emotion flooding the area. He too was still shaken from his 1:1 time from Myrnin, which was spelling handy cap from his usual kill streak. He snapped out of his own thoughts , by twitching his head back to glimpse at Hange. "Only if necessary." He softly added , then returned his head forward, and started to run down the hall. He was intending on phasing through everything to just reach the sky , but he was doubtful that in misshapen state that he would successfully make it past many layers. He turned , and turn and turned at the corridors to reach the court room, the one with a new sunroof provided by the titan. In other words his way up to the sky. The room was empty now, everyone had either fled , or was dead from the rubble. His turquoise eyes sharpened , he could sense a strong magical aura coming from this room , it was the Primarch no doubt , and seeing that the sent led up, it was safe to assume that he was up there digging whatever was causing this disaster. He took on a defensive posture. Then softly whispered the word, Rhith , in the most neutral tone he could force himself in. In other cases he wouldn't need to voice his actions , but the shock, dumbfoundness, and frustration from earlier were messing with his concentration. He slowly decorated off the ground , it seemed to have been enough to concentrate , even if under false context. He made his way midway up the room, feeling more competent on his ability to tackle the front lines. As he was ready to speed into the sky, His attention forcefully returned towards the floor where he was at only moments ago. His eyes widdenend, he realized it to late but his arms, legs and feet were seeping with blood, the fresh clean bandage wraps were being soaked in crimson red. Breathing in his own blood, he swallowed dryly , His fangs seemingly dropped, and his turquoise eyes flickered red, with his pupils retracting as a cat's would when exposed to intense light. Looking at the fkoor, with his enhanced vision, he spotted dozens of spearheads scattered with his blood on each tip. At the center of the scattered spearheads, embedded in the floor itself, there was a disembodied hand, waving at Elliot , it's hand flickering between a human and a beast. "I-You're hungry.." He softly muttered , watching the disembodied hand wave from the floor itself. He turned his head, towards the sky then briefly back at the floor. If he didn't accommodate then he would be no use to the Primarch, and even worse it-he-they - he closed his eyes tightly, looking at the hand embedded in the floor was the last thing he needed right now. Aggressively waving back he caved in, "Ateiti" he coldly addressed. The disembodied hand, disappeared , but not without letting out a distorted shrill on a frequency that would hurt anyone's hearing, and caused nearby glass to shatter. With it gone, Elliot took for the sky, His crimson eyes spotting Sandalphon not too far and heavily armed with combat. Yet that would present a problem. Hange asked they need caution and only take what's necessary. This was a terrible field, they needed to move. But then there was the issue of the giant deformed looking humans aimlessly walking , running and caring not for what they take with them. He made his way for a nearby rooftop, landing gracefully despite the blood seeping everywhere from the wounds he had unknowingly recieved. He would of crossed his arms, but the feeling of blood in his hands, His own blood would throw him off even more. He-it-they were hungry and he this was perhaps an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. He called out to Sandalphon who appeared occupied , "I'm going to change our situation. I expect no less from you, so don't hold back." with that in mind , he extended a hand out , as though gifting someone to someone , in this case the abominations -the titans. "Aincheist." He loudly called out, and with his foot he stomped the ground, hard enough to dent and shatter the tile roof he stood on. Instead-his foot landed in the title and created a ripple effect , like that of a puddle. There was no water, the middle was instead created by his shadow. As the puddle rippled, the distorted shriek cried out once more , much louder , at an even bigger frequency , and more aggressive then before. The shadow -Elliott's shadow, turned red-coating itself in Elliot's seeping blood. The shadow searched itself from Elliot, and launched itself into the sky, taking the form of a griffon, then a Manticore, then a Hippogrif, griffon, draggon, then a phoenix. With each transformation, it grew in size until the bloody Phoenix was half the size of the majority of the titans. The Phoenix stretched again, once more it's distorted cry forcing its sound into everyone -and depending on the individual the sound was altered to penetrate the individuals deepest fears. The Phoenix flew laps around the gathering titans and would continue to fly laps around the incoming titans, each lap it made a barrier would be forms-making the buildings , the sky, the ground, external sound and everyone except the titans, Sandalphon, and Elliot disappear. The Phoenix though a shadow coated in blood, could be swatted at but it wasnt actually there- was creating a subspace , separating the reality it was flying through and bringing into its world what it wanted to bring into it. Anyone who attempted to enter would simply find themselves excluded from this falsified reality. Inside the subspace, there was nothing. No obstacles, no sky, no ground , no end. It was nothing more then dark matter , making it difficult to see, hear, or sense anything. It was literal nothingness. Yet a red outline formed where Sandalphon's shadow should have b pic the sun was cast overhead. The titans too had a red outline where their shadows would have been if the sun was overhead. It was this red outline of a shadow that created a small level of visibility in the world of nothing , and allowed for nearby sound and vibrations to run through. Elliot appeared upside down before Sandalphon. It seemed like he was standing on the ceiling , but there was nothing just nothing. One eye was crimson, and the other eye was ghostly yellow. "We have no time to explain, but here we can take these abominations down without damaging the world around us. Don't hold back, and we should be able to succeed. We noticed some with regeneration properties , but here we can slow if not eliminate that possibility. We only need to slice them by the neck, or we need to wound them, and drop them off their feet. " he spoke indifferently, turning his head as he herd footsteps approaching. "We should finish this quickly. " he frowned, "Normally every thing is blocked off, but in this case, you have been graced with the opportunity to know what is here. They can't, you will. " without another word, he vanished , as thou g he weren't there to begin with.
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 2, 2019 16:27:50 GMT -5
Morrigan gave a slight smile back. "Oh, a knack is a talent. One that's interesting, useful, and good." She explained, quoting her patron. "It could be something magical, like an oracle, to something simple, like cartography or singing." She hesitated for a moment, before adding, "Mine's a more boring one." Diverting quickly from that, she gave a small shrug. "Any questions of mine would probably add to the confusion. I'll pass." She looked over to Jack, however, hoping that maybe he'd have some that would clear a few things up.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 2, 2019 17:30:33 GMT -5
“Me neither.” Kelsier confirmed, squinting and burning Tin for sharper eyesight. It did absolutely nothing, which made him think there was another reason they couldn’t see past the words. At least they could hear each other. The other blinker’s voice was soothing, and Kelsier took a breath, pushing away the anxious feeling in his gut to focus on the problem ahead of him. He’d had the same thought. If they were in the same place, maybe the mirrors had something to do with it? Maybe one of them was in a different mirror image of the same place, or maybe he was on the wrong track completely, but it didn’t hurt to do some guessing. “For now anyway, it sounds like we’re in the same room.” He called back. It was hard not to shout when you couldn’t see who you were talking to. He shifted his weight, anxious to go through the doorway and at the same time not quite sure he really wanted to. He wanted to have the option of changing his mind if he didn’t like it after all. “Are you singing?” He asked it sharper than he’d intended, because if Orpheus wasn’t singing, this room had just gotten a whole lot creepier. The idea that maybe some of their reflections were more than they appeared blossomed uncomfortably in his mind and he resisted the urge to look over his shoulder. Instead, he burned Bronze, to hide anything else he was burning. Not because he thought other Mistborns might be around. Because it made him feel slightly safer. “All right.” He agreed, and braced himself. “Three...two... one!” He stepped through. Orpheus nodded before remembering that Kelsier couldn't see him. Right. It was strange to be alone and not alone all at the same time. Although he did wince at the volume of Kelsier's voice - he sounded quite nearby and he really hadn't been ready for Kelsier to shout. Nonetheless, he stared into the dark and closed his eyes, preparing himself to enter. "Sorry," he replied bashfully, the word coming out so quickly it almost seemed like a habit. "I don't have my lyre in this room and..." he stumbled over the words. "Music helps when I get nervous. Always has." He hated the idea that it was bothering Kelsier, or that he had inadvertently angered the other blinker. The last thing he wanted to do was lose what he was just beginning to think of as a friend because he couldn't shut up. But before Orpheus could say anything else, Kelsier had counted down and Orpheus plunged into the room, looking around to see if he could figure out what this room was about. He could see a door up ahead again, this one with blaring lights spelling out R-U-N. The young man's heart went into overdrive as he did his best to obey the House's instructions. He didn't dare think of what might happen if he didn't. All around him he could still see the funhouse mirrors, but he wasn't paying them much attention. Yet he wasn't a particularly fast runner. He was doing his best, but he was scared and out of breath, and the racing of his heart was like drumbeats throughout his body that his legs couldn't move fast enough to match. Kelsier regretted his words instantly as he heard the boy’s apology, an the way it clearly had been uttered too many times before. He hadn’t minded the music. More than that, he’d liked it, but the idea that it wasn’t coming from Orpheus had been too disconcerting for him to ignore it. Of course, maybe Orpheus wasn’t even here and this was all another illusion, but once he started going down that road of thought he’d never get anywhere. Right now, he was assuming both Orpheus and himself were real and leaving it at that. “Don’t apologize, I was just worried it wasn’t you. It was beautiful.” He answered lightly, putting the smile the younger blinker couldn’t see into his tone as best he could. “Music helps me, too. I’m not much of a singer, but I'd like to hear you sometime, when you have your lyre.” The other side of the doorway was longer, dark with a single bright word straight ahead: RUN. He didn’t wait to see what he was running from, but flared pewter and ran, faster than any human ought to be able to move. “Orpheus! Are you alright? If we’re still in a mirror image you’re probably running for your life right now so don’t waste your breath answering, just get to the end, I’ll meet you there!” Dammit, House. How fast could Orpheus run? The Mistborn didn’t even know if he had any abilities like Nico did.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 2, 2019 18:19:13 GMT -5
Sandalphon felt satisfaction welling up in his chest as the Titans were torn to pieces by his magic. That was what happened to those who dared threaten any skydwellers under the watch of the Supreme Primarch. They would be struck down with holy-
Oh skies above, not this nonsense again...
That satisfaction very quickly morphed into exasperation as the monsters rose from the ground and immediately began regenerating the, what should have been, fatal damage they had just received.
It was Avatar all over again to an extent, just without the world threatening power, much smaller and there were multiples of it...
The Primarch let out a sigh and closed his eyes, once again changing his next course of action. It was now or never, after another cast of Ain Soph Aur, he would head into the fray and finish the job himself. Simply pelting them with it over and over would do nothing but drain his energy if they were simply going to heal all the damage off.
If only he didn't risk a whole city's worth of mortal lives right now, dispatching these things would be so simple...
Readying his sword, the archangel called out again, "Ain So-!" But before he could finish, an unfamiliar voice shouted from outside, causing him to cut himself off just in time to spot a squad of humans begin attacking the Titans from behind. City defenders perhaps. Where had they been before? And from the looks of it, these mortals were barely trained in the way of battle at all. That probably explained their tardiness.
Something else caught the archangel's attention however, another, more familiar voice. Casting a glance upwards, sure enough there was Elliot standing on a nearby rooftop. The vampire looked like hell, as he was covered in fresh blood. For a second, Sandalphon was worried that the Titans had gotten to the rest of the group, but he had his doubts Elliot would have abandoned them.
Don't hold back? What madness was that? If he didn't, he'd be putting everyone in danger.
He didn't get long to dwell on that, before Elliot began performing some magic of his own. Whatever it was, it held the aura of darkness, which was no surprise considering it's caster was a vampire. All the Primarch could do was watch on with raised brows, as the spectacle became something similar to a summoning ritual. Than came the screech, and he looked away and shut his eyes as it pierced his ears. To him, it sounded not like a bird, but the cries of others about to meet their death. And not just any random people either, but the voices of the crew of the Grandcypher. But there was one other, who was currently not among them, that stood out the most...
The Supreme Primarch quickly shook his head to purge the sound from his mind, although it didn't do much to help the feeling of sickness left in his stomach again, just like when they had first dropped into the ruined sky world. The sight awaiting him when he composed himself again was almost just as shocking.
The entire world has been reduced to nothing but a void. And had Sandalphon not pieced together that this was probably a part of the ritual Elliot had performed, he would have wondered if something had knocked him unconscious. Suddenly the aforementioned vampire appeared right before him. And what he had to say drew a large smile onto the archangel's face.
"Knowing that I won't affect the city is all I needed to hear." He replied, "And no need to worry about their regenerative factor, because there won't be anything left to come back this time." After leaving behind some ominous final words, Elliot was gone, so he went to work.
Six wings became twelve as the white wings of the Supreme Primarch joined those of the Tetra-elements on the archangel's back. He rose up higher into the 'air', overlooking the shadows of the Titan's ahead of him as he returned his sword to its sheath. The other blades he had summoned had vanished as well, as they were no longer needed. Without a moment's hesitation, he called upon the power Lucifer had bequeathed to him.
"Paradise Lost!" Sandalphon's form was obscured by bright golden light, and a barrage of huge beams of light shot forth, falling down towards the Titans like rain. Unlike the ones casted before, these were much more numerous and powerful, more then capable of blasting an entire island out of the sky is so desired. The poor beasts were bombarded by the attack, completely hidden in a flood of light magic that would melt them away to the very molecule.
After a little while, the spell finished, and Sandalphon came into view again as the aura faded away. All twelve of his wings were flared out and he was beaming with pride.
But something was off... Something he should have seen coming had he properly thought ahead.
He began floating lopsidedly, and the color had left his skin, like he was rapidly weakening. Not a few seconds later, he began quickly losing altitude with his wings barely keeping him up. That didn't last long either, as soon they all vanished once again, and the archangel was in free fall. Although unlike before in the alternate version of his world, he wasn't faking it this time.
Thanks to the house regressing him back to his previous, weaker physical form, Sandalphon's body hadn't been able to properly handle all the power flowing through him when he channeled it into a full out attack. Something that could be taxing even on the form he had in the present, since he was still adjusting to it. Had this not been the case, he would have been able to take it well enough since he'd only used it once, but it wasn't, and the Primarch had been knocked out cold.
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Post by strider on Aug 2, 2019 20:41:19 GMT -5
Orpheus nodded before remembering that Kelsier couldn't see him. Right. It was strange to be alone and not alone all at the same time. Although he did wince at the volume of Kelsier's voice - he sounded quite nearby and he really hadn't been ready for Kelsier to shout. Nonetheless, he stared into the dark and closed his eyes, preparing himself to enter. "Sorry," he replied bashfully, the word coming out so quickly it almost seemed like a habit. "I don't have my lyre in this room and..." he stumbled over the words. "Music helps when I get nervous. Always has." He hated the idea that it was bothering Kelsier, or that he had inadvertently angered the other blinker. The last thing he wanted to do was lose what he was just beginning to think of as a friend because he couldn't shut up. But before Orpheus could say anything else, Kelsier had counted down and Orpheus plunged into the room, looking around to see if he could figure out what this room was about. He could see a door up ahead again, this one with blaring lights spelling out R-U-N. The young man's heart went into overdrive as he did his best to obey the House's instructions. He didn't dare think of what might happen if he didn't. All around him he could still see the funhouse mirrors, but he wasn't paying them much attention. Yet he wasn't a particularly fast runner. He was doing his best, but he was scared and out of breath, and the racing of his heart was like drumbeats throughout his body that his legs couldn't move fast enough to match. Kelsier regretted his words instantly as he heard the boy’s apology, an the way it clearly had been uttered too many times before. He hadn’t minded the music. More than that, he’d liked it, but the idea that it wasn’t coming from Orpheus had been too disconcerting for him to ignore it. Of course, maybe Orpheus wasn’t even here and this was all another illusion, but once he started going down that road of thought he’d never get anywhere. Right now, he was assuming both Orpheus and himself were real and leaving it at that. “Don’t apologize, I was just worried it wasn’t you. It was beautiful.” He answered lightly, putting the smile the younger blinker couldn’t see into his tone as best he could. “Music helps me, too. I’m not much of a singer, but I'd like to hear you sometime, when you have your lyre.” The other side of the doorway was longer, dark with a single bright word straight ahead: RUN. He didn’t wait to see what he was running from, but flared pewter and ran, faster than any human ought to be able to move. “Orpheus! Are you alright? If we’re still in a mirror image you’re probably running for your life right now so don’t waste your breath answering, just get to the end, I’ll meet you there!” Dammit, House. How fast could Orpheus run? The Mistborn didn’t even know if he had any abilities like Nico did. "Oh." Something akin to surprise coated Orpheus' voice, though the relief there was also quite evident. He hadn't expected Kelsier to compliment him on it, though he didn't have time to answer given the fact that he was racing headlong down the length of the room. Yet as he ran he silently vowed to sing for Kelsier when they got back to the living room. He had a feeling they both might need it after this. He heard Kelsier's voice coursing through his head as he ran, though he wasn't sure if any words had been said until after he'd collected his breath again. He had passed through the door at the other end of the hallway, and found himself now in another room that looked slightly different from the one before it, but he wasn't paying much attention to it. "I'm fine," he called into the air, only as the words left him, he was hit with the feeling that he was very much not fine. "Did you make it to the end?" It hadn't just been his imagination. His voice was normally relatively quiet, but it seemed as though it was just a bit quieter now, even when he pushed at it. Perhaps he'd been shouting too much? Yet deep down he knew that wasn't it. This was the House. For whatever reason, he wasn't sure why. Right next to the realization was another small fact: he couldn't tell Kelsier. He wouldn't worry the other blinker just yet. Maybe it had happened to both of them.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 3, 2019 0:26:23 GMT -5
hhh i deserve no tolerance,, im so sorry u 2)) @/razz Hook shook his head sharply. “Like hell,” he muttered. He was confident that Ougi had never been on a ship before, and she doubtfully ever would; similar to his chances of driving some farmer’s carriage. As the pirate climbed into the cart after her, he noticed for the first time how strange it was to see her fingers. He’d never paid any mind to her sleeved hands before, but seeing her in gloves caused him to pause. It was like seeing the shaven face of a bearded man, wrong, and perhaps even unsettling. He was dragged away from his thoughts when the tractor began to tug them down it’s paved path, glaring at Ougi as she spoke. “Try asking for a door out next time,” he answered bitterly. He leaned back as they went, head tilted back towards the sky as it brightened. He sighed softly as he thought about his exchange with Touka and Enjolras, certain that their argument had been a step in the wrong direction. Until that damn newbie in the hallway, he’d been doing pretty good for himself... and as unfair as the rest of it was, he at least had that to hold onto. In fact, he was sure Shade would’ve defended him after his clean exchange with that newbie in the living room. So perhaps that was worth something. He sat up as he noticed the trees closing in tighter to their path, the sunlight glistening against the red fruit dangling in the branches. He eyed Ougi’s basket across from him, his own still being beneath him, and frowned. (sorry this is gross writing,, but im laughing at him seeing hands and bein like “o shit??”))
@/snow Vincent smiled at her answer. “Oh,” he said softly. It was impossibly pleasing to feel more knowledgeable than a dragon. He was reluctant to give up more information, simply so he could hold onto the superiority of it, but he knew better play for what could only be temporary satisfaction. He looked at her in surprise when she answered his second question, chuckling a little. “Have you?” He mused, “Enlighten me, Anika.” His face stayed smiling, but his voice seemed to turn cold. From what he’d seen, the workings of the house seemed to be a mystery to all those within it. Hearing her lie to him was intriguing, her confidence amusing. She knew nothing, but he knew he’d love hearing her think she did. (this awful man and his awful superiority complex,, i love him)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 3, 2019 8:48:44 GMT -5
Kelsier regretted his words instantly as he heard the boy’s apology, an the way it clearly had been uttered too many times before. He hadn’t minded the music. More than that, he’d liked it, but the idea that it wasn’t coming from Orpheus had been too disconcerting for him to ignore it. Of course, maybe Orpheus wasn’t even here and this was all another illusion, but once he started going down that road of thought he’d never get anywhere. Right now, he was assuming both Orpheus and himself were real and leaving it at that. “Don’t apologize, I was just worried it wasn’t you. It was beautiful.” He answered lightly, putting the smile the younger blinker couldn’t see into his tone as best he could. “Music helps me, too. I’m not much of a singer, but I'd like to hear you sometime, when you have your lyre.” The other side of the doorway was longer, dark with a single bright word straight ahead: RUN. He didn’t wait to see what he was running from, but flared pewter and ran, faster than any human ought to be able to move. “Orpheus! Are you alright? If we’re still in a mirror image you’re probably running for your life right now so don’t waste your breath answering, just get to the end, I’ll meet you there!” Dammit, House. How fast could Orpheus run? The Mistborn didn’t even know if he had any abilities like Nico did. "Oh." Something akin to surprise coated Orpheus' voice, though the relief there was also quite evident. He hadn't expected Kelsier to compliment him on it, though he didn't have time to answer given the fact that he was racing headlong down the length of the room. Yet as he ran he silently vowed to sing for Kelsier when they got back to the living room. He had a feeling they both might need it after this. He heard Kelsier's voice coursing through his head as he ran, though he wasn't sure if any words had been said until after he'd collected his breath again. He had passed through the door at the other end of the hallway, and found himself now in another room that looked slightly different from the one before it, but he wasn't paying much attention to it. "I'm fine," he called into the air, only as the words left him, he was hit with the feeling that he was very much not fine. "Did you make it to the end?" It hadn't just been his imagination. His voice was normally relatively quiet, but it seemed as though it was just a bit quieter now, even when he pushed at it. Perhaps he'd been shouting too much? Yet deep down he knew that wasn't it. This was the House. For whatever reason, he wasn't sure why. Right next to the realization was another small fact: he couldn't tell Kelsier. He wouldn't worry the other blinker just yet. Maybe it had happened to both of them. Kelsier risked a glance over his shoulder and stopped his Pewter burn, using his momentum instead. He didn’t want to run out it the room continued the way it was going. He burst through the doorway and pulled himself to a quick stop, not yet out of breath. Orpheus’ words warmed him; the other blinker had made it too, from whatever they’d been running from. If it had been anything at all. “I made it. Now might be a good time to mention I’m not a completely normal human.” He called back, his own voice as strong and sure as it ever was. He frowned. Orpheus sounded further away now, as if they’d run in not entirely parallel lines. He said he was fine though...maybe it was the House messing with him. Or maybe he was out of breath. ”I'm called a Mistborn in my world, and I can burn metals for different abilities, including enhanced speed and strength. Sorry, I would have mentioned it earlier but I didn’t think about it.” he glanced around the room. It was darker than the one before, and there were more mirrors, but they were facing each other now. Reflecting a reflection, into eternity. He turned, and his eyes found more words, written on the wall. “A farmer is on his way back from the market, with him he has a fox, a chicken and some grain. When he reaches a river crossing he must use a small boat only big enough for him and one other item. Unfortunately if the fox is left alone with the chicken it will eat it, as will the chicken eat the grain. Explain how the farmer can cross the river.”
“Are you seeing this?” He asked softly, reading it again. It looked like...some kind of riddle, maybe. He hoped they wouldn’t actually get stuck in a boat with a bunch of hungry animals. “Looks like a riddle. If we’re still in the same place, we’re probably supposed to solve it together. What do you think?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 3, 2019 9:09:34 GMT -5
(No I think it’s hilarious asdgjkl) Those gloves clutched Ougi’s basket, and taunted Hook with their weirdness. She tapped just her index finger on the wicker, as if knowingly teasing him. “Oh, I would ask for a door,” she said in her usual low, almost lisped murmur, “but wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of coming into the room? Unless you’re one of the ones who thinks coming into these rooms is always an opportunity to find the ‘correct’ one.” The student straightened her skirt with her free hand, and adjusted the tie on her blouse. She was attempting to embarrass him, at least if he did believe those things about the Paradox House. She swiveled her head forward into the oncoming sun and seemed to recoil from it. She couldn’t help but be an aberration of the shadows. Still, her face reflected its brightness into her own emotion. “Ah!” exclaimed the student. The cherry trees were in total view now, and they were surrounded by them. The objective was becoming clearer. But the tractor was still sputtering down the road without stopping, at a speed that would normally stop someone from dismounting. Ougi stood, thrown around slightly but finding her footing again. “Time to jump!” she announced to the pirate. “Go for it!” When looking at the back of the cart where she was assuming they would take the leap, it was only striations of a ground seemingly in motion, mostly obscured by the amount of dust and dirt the tractor was kicking up into a cloud. Admittedly, the student was unaware of however ‘normal’ Hook was. She tended to assume that if someone was in the Paradox House, they must have some kind of superhuman abilities like her. That was just one reason she had found it difficult to answer his questions earlier about what exactly was different about her. She was showing now that she was different enough from a normal high schooler to jump off the back of a speeding cart without a second thought, and he waited on him to perform the jump first.
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Post by strider on Aug 3, 2019 10:19:45 GMT -5
"Oh." Something akin to surprise coated Orpheus' voice, though the relief there was also quite evident. He hadn't expected Kelsier to compliment him on it, though he didn't have time to answer given the fact that he was racing headlong down the length of the room. Yet as he ran he silently vowed to sing for Kelsier when they got back to the living room. He had a feeling they both might need it after this. He heard Kelsier's voice coursing through his head as he ran, though he wasn't sure if any words had been said until after he'd collected his breath again. He had passed through the door at the other end of the hallway, and found himself now in another room that looked slightly different from the one before it, but he wasn't paying much attention to it. "I'm fine," he called into the air, only as the words left him, he was hit with the feeling that he was very much not fine. "Did you make it to the end?" It hadn't just been his imagination. His voice was normally relatively quiet, but it seemed as though it was just a bit quieter now, even when he pushed at it. Perhaps he'd been shouting too much? Yet deep down he knew that wasn't it. This was the House. For whatever reason, he wasn't sure why. Right next to the realization was another small fact: he couldn't tell Kelsier. He wouldn't worry the other blinker just yet. Maybe it had happened to both of them. Kelsier risked a glance over his shoulder and stopped his Pewter burn, using his momentum instead. He didn’t want to run out it the room continued the way it was going. He burst through the doorway and pulled himself to a quick stop, not yet out of breath. Orpheus’ words warmed him; the other blinker had made it too, from whatever they’d been running from. If it had been anything at all. “I made it. Now might be a good time to mention I’m not a completely normal human.” He called back, his own voice as strong and sure as it ever was. He frowned. Orpheus sounded further away now, as if they’d run in not entirely parallel lines. He said he was fine though...maybe it was the House messing with him. Or maybe he was out of breath. ”I'm called a Mistborn in my world, and I can burn metals for different abilities, including enhanced speed and strength. Sorry, I would have mentioned it earlier but I didn’t think about it.” he glanced around the room. It was darker than the one before, and there were more mirrors, but they were facing each other now. Reflecting a reflection, into eternity. He turned, and his eyes found more words, written on the wall. “A farmer is on his way back from the market, with him he has a fox, a chicken and some grain. When he reaches a river crossing he must use a small boat only big enough for him and one other item. Unfortunately if the fox is left alone with the chicken it will eat it, as will the chicken eat the grain. Explain how the farmer can cross the river.”
“Are you seeing this?” He asked softly, reading it again. It looked like...some kind of riddle, maybe. He hoped they wouldn’t actually get stuck in a boat with a bunch of hungry animals. “Looks like a riddle. If we’re still in the same place, we’re probably supposed to solve it together. What do you think?” Orpheus listened, frowning slightly. He hadn't really met anyone with powers yet, but he wouldn't put anything past other worlds. Besides, there were mostly normal humans in his world who could do remarkable things. Mostly because their dad was Zeus and that gave a guy all sorts of powers, and Zeus' main goal in life seemed to be creating heroes and then going off to create more while letting the world wreak havoc on the ones he'd already created. And his sons all seemed to have the same heroic but reckless personality that was fed by at least a little bit of arrogance... it was good to know that the situation was probably different wherever Kelsier was from. "That's good," Orpheus replied finally, his words tinged with the warmth of relief. "I suppose those help a lot with getting out of rooms." It was a sentence that normally would have been delivered with sarcasm, but it didn't seem like Orpheus was capable of that. Everything he said seemed genuine, and was genuine. "I'm human," he continued, then hesitated. "Well, mostly. I suppose if I had to use a word for what I am it would be demigod, but I don't really think about it that often. My mother was... is, I guess... sort of a goddess." He didn't elaborate, obviously uncomfortable with the thought. Instead he turned his attention to the riddle. "Looks complicated," he admitted with a small laugh. "I know a few riddles, but I've never seen this one. But... you can't take the grain first, and you can't take the fox first."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 3, 2019 10:38:17 GMT -5
With all the powers in the House, Kelsier hadn’t yet found someone who didn’t believe him when he said he had them, and he wasn’t disappointed by Orpheus. Probably wherever the other blinker was from, supernatural abilities weren’t completely unheard of. Either that or he’d just met enough blinkers to not be surprised anymore. Of course, Allomancy only somewhat counted as supernatural in his opinion. It wasn’t exactly his power, it was just that he could Burn the natural properties that metals had, and he’d been doing it long enough to understand how it worked fairly well. Before he’d Snapped, he’d been the very same person without the ability to be a threat to the nobility, and even if he sometimes did feel very proud of his identity as a Mistborn he tried not to look down on anyone who was simply human. “So far? Not as much as you’d think.” He replied with a short laugh, smiling even as the secrets room flashed through his head. It’d take a lot more than a bad memory to take his humor away from him, and the House was going to have to do a lot more before he broke. “I haven’t been in a lot of rooms, and the ones I have been in haven’t been made in such a way that I can use my Allomancy much. Maybe this one’ll be different, though.” His eyes widened, and for a moment he forgot Orpheus couldn’t see him and went completely quiet. Another demigod? So he’d been wrong to assume the younger blinker didn’t have powers then. He’d been stupid to think he was the more powerful one here, just because in his world he usually was. He shook his head, smiling at his own foolishness, and answered lightly; “I wonder if there are any normal humans actually in this thing? I haven’t met any yet.” He turned back to the riddle, reading it over a third time. “Huh....so it has to be the chicken he takes across first, right?” He finished. “Then he goes back and....but wait. He can’t leave the chicken with anyone on the other side, can he?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 3, 2019 10:39:18 GMT -5
Cloverleaf Auransky zeph! Pushing through this room. ^^ If ya around Clo before Dia gets outta work, I can edit this back for Enjolras, but otherwise we're assuming he blinked out.)) Edit: this is indeed what I did!)) The mummy known as Kid cursed furiously as Enjolras remained where he was ... feeding ... and left them with the fallout. Damn the House. He spun around, hurried back in the opposite direction. In the most hurry that he could, he moved back toward Sky. He felt weird taking the position of senior blinker again. Usually, that was Arlo or Enjolras. But the originals weren't always there, so then that meant he ... well ... sometimes he was reminded of the fact that he had been blinking in for five years. "I don't think we're going to make it to the roof," he said. Sky floated. He didn't. He'd been hoping that Enjolras would have helped him, but that was out now. He'd have to catch up. Hopefully he would break out it soon and follow them. Instead, he looked around at all that was happening. The barrier - which unlike Enjolras he had never exited - was cracking. Maybe only a couple more hits. "Sewers the only option!" he said. The House had probably plotted it to end like this. Set it up so they were forced to go underground - into the dark. At least he didn't have to lift the manhole cover. The House had it cracked open as well. Kid muttered a couple more curses, glanced at Sky, and then said, "I'll check it out. If you hear screaming or anything, head for the roof." He dropped down through the hole. He didn't like leaving Sky up there and new, but at least they knew the monsters out there. Down here, it was a mystery. Maybe, he thought, feeling sick at the though, Enjolras would snap out of it if a newbie was in danger. He landed, feeling ... a lot less of a shockwave through his knees than he would have as a human. Maybe being mostly linen scraps helped. It was dark ... and damp. But for the time being, he didn't see anything with glowing eyes and sharp teeth. "Come down!" he called up to Sky. At least the horse and various other creatures probably wouldn't make it down here. (Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand if Dia wants to get us through fast, then skipping to our destination when you get back might be suggested? Up to you.)
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Post by strider on Aug 3, 2019 11:15:50 GMT -5
With all the powers in the House, Kelsier hadn’t yet found someone who didn’t believe him when he said he had them, and he wasn’t disappointed by Orpheus. Probably wherever the other blinker was from, supernatural abilities weren’t completely unheard of. Either that or he’d just met enough blinkers to not be surprised anymore. Of course, Allomancy only somewhat counted as supernatural in his opinion. It wasn’t exactly his power, it was just that he could Burn the natural properties that metals had, and he’d been doing it long enough to understand how it worked fairly well. Before he’d Snapped, he’d been the very same person without the ability to be a threat to the nobility, and even if he sometimes did feel very proud of his identity as a Mistborn he tried not to look down on anyone who was simply human. “So far? Not as much as you’d think.” He replied with a short laugh, smiling even as the secrets room flashed through his head. It’d take a lot more than a bad memory to take his humor away from him, and the House was going to have to do a lot more before he broke. “I haven’t been in a lot of rooms, and the ones I have been in haven’t been made in such a way that I can use my Allomancy much. Maybe this one’ll be different, though.” His eyes widened, and for a moment he forgot Orpheus couldn’t see him and went completely quiet. Another demigod? So he’d been wrong to assume the younger blinker didn’t have powers then. He’d been stupid to think he was the more powerful one here, just because in his world he usually was. He shook his head, smiling at his own foolishness, and answered lightly; “I wonder if there are any normal humans actually in this thing? I haven’t met any yet.” He turned back to the riddle, reading it over a third time. “Huh....so it has to be the chicken he takes across first, right?” He finished. “Then he goes back and....but wait. He can’t leave the chicken with anyone on the other side, can he?” "That's too bad," Orpheus replied, frowning. It was just like what he had heard of the House to know what a blinker's power was and make sure it was useless. Perhaps that was why his lyre had been taken away. Perhaps the House was finally learning enough about him once he had entered the room to know that his voice could be dangerous when he wanted it to be. Yet he didn't think he would ever wish to use it as a weapon. Then again, it seemed that the House viewed any tool as a weapon, because this was all a fight against the House, wasn't it? In general, Orpheus thought of himself as a normal human. He didn't want any other label applied to him, he really didn't. He was perfectly fine with just being a mortal. It meant he would burn bright for his short lifetime and hopefully leave something behind. It meant he would never grow old and bitter in the way many gods seemed to. It meant he would never be callous enough to leave a child behind because he was bored with the moment, and it wouldn't come back to bite him in the next thousand years. He was perfectly fine with being human, though his powers... if that was what it could be called... were what kept him going. If he couldn't make music, he was nothing, right? But maybe his optimism, which Hermes referred to as a gift, wasn't granted by any powerful being. Maybe that was just him, his humanity. "I think L might have been human." Orpheus' words sounded far away, and not just because of the House's thievery. He stared up at the puzzle, thinking. "If he leaves the chicken there and goes back and grabs... say, the fox..." he trailed off, unsure.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 3, 2019 11:28:06 GMT -5
If Kelsier had been able to see, maybe he would have reassured Orpheus that whether or not he was fully human didn’t really matter. Mistborn were still technically human after all, and he wouldn’t like being referred to any differently, so why do it to someone else? You didn’t spchoose your family, after all. Just as Kelsier hadn’t chosen to Snap when he had; neither of their abilities had anything to do with them. In the end, he figured it just mattered how you played the cards you were given. Even if those cards were unfair, or weak or strong, or anything else, as long as you did your best with them wasn’t that what mattered? He did wonder who Orpheus’ parent was, though. He hadn’t recognized Nico’s father, and he wondered whether the other man’s mother was from the same world, or an alternate one, or a different one entirely. He probably wouldn’t be able to tell, and he could tell by Orpheus’ tone that he shouldn’t pry into what sounded like a sensitive topic.
So he turned back to the riddle, which was hard enough to distract most of him. “He can’t leave the fox alone with the chicken on the other side, though...” Kelsier mused, glancing at a mirror behind him and meeting his own distorted hazel eyes for a moment before he looked quickly away and shuddered. Bad idea. “So...what if he takes the chicken ack with him? Then he could take the grain over, and finally come back for the chicken again.”
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Post by Auransky on Aug 3, 2019 12:12:31 GMT -5
Seeing Arthur's puzzlement over the question brought relief to Rowlin. It was a good sign and meant that it could be easily ignored , and held no value-or maybe he asked it too vuagley? Whatever the cause , he pushed it off the deep end.
His green eyes glanced between the other three. It seemed like the floor had been opened for questions , which left jack pondering and Morrigan much less willing to speak up.
And if this wasn't going to make things more awkward, he too didn't have any questions for the time being. He was in no rush to pry answers , or learn more about this place. Quite the opposite , it was more like the house was providing lessons and opportunities to be learned.
He still had his heel dug in to the floor. The odd sensation seemed to have been dying down. That was a relief-at least. It also meant that he would live another day to not see the reched calf cramps that everyone just universally seemed to hate.
He seemed ready to stop resisting , or at least relax his ankle from the awkward position. And so he did,slowly dropping his feet forward to keep the foot flat on the floor. Or at least he thought he did , as he felt as though he were standing in carpet, and someone just instantly pulled the carpet off his feet. He slipped-falling backwards. Thankfully it was just falling from a standing position. He tucked his head in, and hands out flat against the ground to catch himself, at least in a more prepared way. It wasn't a hard fall, more like a clumsy one, which he quickly recovered by sitting up, and pulling back right right leg over his left so he could rotate the ankle in circles. "First you think it's a cramp, then you realize you're leg went numb." He lightly laughed , shaking off the minor issue. "Just give me a few seconds , I'll get back up" he continued rotating the ankle, then pressing it back and forth.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Aug 3, 2019 12:28:42 GMT -5
Loki evaluated the question as Daud asked it. Calculated, like theirs had been. It certainly let him gain the upper hand in a conflict if he knew what everyone else could do, while they all had no idea what his abilities were. The question did have the benefit of telling Loki about everyone's powers, though it did have the drawback of them having to reveal their own, which was vexing, because deception was a key factor of how they used those powers.
Some other species, some beasts with abilities, and a normal human. A smug normal human. Whatever made him dangerous apparently was far enough outside the constrains of "powers" to be omitted. He was an interesting character, and Loki was curious to meet him again in the House.
Loki's time to evaluate was soon up as they felt the tugging sensation again. Might as well go along with it in order to slightly control what was revealed. If they couldn't quite lie, perhaps they could guide the truth. "So humans are the benchmark? Arbitrary." Loki commented before letting the House guide their speech, going along with it's wishes in order to keep some control of what they were saying. "Compared to a Midgardian, I have superior strength, durability, speed, agility, and stamina. Your mortal lifespans do not constrain me, and I heal much faster than you. I am a shapeshifter and a master of sorcery and illusion as well as telekinesis, conjuration, and manipulation." The House was compelling them to state the facts. But the conceit evident in Loki's tone was all their own.
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Aug 3, 2019 12:49:44 GMT -5
Enjolras's senses were flooded with blood as he latched onto the blacksmith, drowning out everything else- the scream of the blacksmith, the fight, the weapons, the other blinkers. As a second mob member rushed him, Enjolras used his fellow mob member to block him, retreating a couple steps as the first impulses of his bloodlust were sated, still holding onto his victim with a cold, ironlike grip. As the ogre joined every other House generated person in targeting him, the vampire finally had enough sense to counter his instincts and retreat. He released the blacksmith, rushing back to the safety of the dome, only stopping in horror when he saw the other two blinkers. What had he done? Blood was splattered across his face. "I- oh my god." His gaze was distint with the shock as he pressed a hand to his mouth, only for it to come away stained red. "Oh my god."
The barrier shivered as it came under attack again, and he knew they had to go. Into the sewers, it looked like, as the ladder was no longer an option, though he only had himself to blame for that.
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Post by Auransky on Aug 3, 2019 13:52:44 GMT -5
On the Streets The blacksmith in the arms of the vampire fell limp. Initially knocked out cold from the shock of the being taking the life out of him. Then the impact of being hit by his fellow companion, followed by the horse ramming him and his companion. He was either out, or out. The Ogre continued to smash the barrier, which was clearly on a lifeline. It was close, just one more hit, as its hammer went high in the air ready for a final swing to break through. It appeared like time had stopped-seeing as the hammer took longer then expected to land down, or was it a fear factor? And yet the hammer never swung-instead the hammer fell to the ground, rolling right off the lifeline of a shield. As for the ogre-it was frozen solid, coated heavily in ice, with its arm high in the sky. The new icicle of an ogre rolled off the shield. That was one less issue. The horse had targeted the humans, and the vampire-but it seemed like it missed the vampire. No bother-it slid to a stop, headbutting the humans away, tossing them far off into the foggy distance. With its front leg, it brushed the ground ready for another round to break the shield. The flames on its body intensifying-it was intending on going all out. With its head high, it stood on its hind legs ready to jump onto the top of the barrier. As it stood on its hind legs, it was frozen solid, like a statue, deliberately detailed. The hornets continued buzzing, but the fog had started to thicken-colder in fact, bringing a chilly frost that had started to freeze up the wings of various wasps, forcing many to leave the scene and others to fly at a lower rate due to the heavy weight on their wings. With two creatures physically frozen in place, and the hornets retreating or dying down-the air was deathly still. Underground The sewer was pitch black, but the fog was somewhat more lifted underneath-but it was initially difficult to tell from the lack of lighting. Aside from the sound of water,the not so great smell, and rodents, it was quieter underground with occasional sounds of metal clanking, or footsteps indicating people running above ground, on different streets and parts of town. Strangely enough some of the footsteps that echoed above ground, seemed to have been coming closer. It was one set of footsteps-running along the center of the sewer,underground, the individual's footsteps running along the water, coming closer with each pair of steps. There was a light from a small lantern in view, with the outline of an individual approaching the mummy who had just landed into the sewer underground. It seemed like the individual too spotted out the mummy with their glowing yellow eyes. The individual slowed down their footsteps to create a distance between the mummy to try and not scare him. Now stopped, the individual shifted the lantern closer towards his own face so that he could give the mummy a clear view of himself. The newcomer was a man in his early twenties, with light blue hair, and yellow-green eyes. His softened expression, was full of relief to spot someone else. "O-Oh thank goodness." With his freehand, he rested a hand over his chest; feeling his intense beating dying heart, somewhat dying down. "I'm glad, but we don't have time to waste. If your group wants to get out, we need to prevent the Doctor's death. His death marks the end of this world." He quickly stopped himself, pausing. Had he spoken too fast, or said too much? Was he communicating correctly? How much could they tolerate? Would they snap? Giving a slight gap of opportunity, he then pointed behind kid. "We have to head that way, and take a left at the next opening. After that, we'll take a right into a small opening." He swooshed his hand in a downward motion to give off a feeling of having to go under. "We have to crawl through the small opening, and it should lead us into the hellfire caves. Once in the caves, we'll pass the underground cemetery and eventually reach the alter. I'll answer questions on the way there, but right now we have to move." He quickly addressed, his head looking up, he sensed two other beings. "We need them to move, now." He ordered. "I'll fill you in on the details." He lastly reassured. Cloverleaf mintedstar/fur zeph!
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Post by Sησω on Aug 3, 2019 14:08:47 GMT -5
(Timewarped) Anika || Hallway || ~∂єѕтιиу What a mysterious answer. Anika still couldn't say whether Vincent was real or fake, but it was beginning to seem like he was yet another tool of the place. 'Enlighten me'. It was like he was trying to persuade her to enter a door. She let her four sets of eyes drift around the hallway again. Which door to choose? She felt the need to choose the 'right' door, though she knew she couldn't spend too long deciding. "Let's get this over with, shall we?" she moved a few steps further down the hall and approached a door to her left. One of her heads still kept its gaze on the other blinker. Hopefully this is a good choice, she thought.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Aug 3, 2019 15:01:47 GMT -5
( Hello everyone!! Special Announcement time. This past Wednesday was TPH's 5th anniversary (wow) and every year we do a "plot event" to commemorate it Since we've been right in the middle of rooms and several of us have jobs or irl stuff going on there was a general consensus to postpone until this weekend. However, it is now the weekend, and we will be starting at 10pm est, 7pm pst. You will get all the info regarding the actual story behind the event at 10pm (The front page gets updated for the duration). However, I know we've got some newbies who haven't gotten a chance to participate in one of these before so here is some info to help get you started: Plot events are longer adventure type things that are a little more guided than the average rooms of tph. They usually involve the characters acting outside the realm of the House in some way, and occasionally featuring guest appearances from characters that came before our current known history or even the House itself. Generally speaking, these events form some of the biggest building blocks to our "deep lore." The rooms and stuff will still be happening behind the scenes so regular rp is still an option during this. The plot is treated like another room, except those participating can't be "timewarped" into the normal House if there is something going on that you might want to stick them in. You can pick no more than two characters to participate in the plot, just to keep things from being super confusing. Blinking is still going to be a thing so no one gets frozen in place for a long time. Plots can last several months depending on how quickly we get stuff done. Really going to work on not letting it drag out, but sometimes people have fun with it and want it to last longer. That seems like a long time, but honestly it flies by lol. Just be aware when picking characters. If you've got any questions either now or during the event, just speak up! Otherwise, I'll see you tonight ;D )
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 3, 2019 16:08:38 GMT -5
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. Nico’s breath slowed down to its normal rate as he searched Sam up and down for any sort of injury. Of course the darkness was so complete that he couldn’t actually see the other boy, just sense that his aura wasn’t flickering so much as… discoloring. It was odd, but terrifying, like he was seconds away from losing his new friend, but he couldn’t’ stop it. “You… are you okay?” he asked, not bothering to answer Sam’s question, which, incidentally, happened to be exactly the same. “You… I thought you were…” he sucked in a breath. “Gods, Sam, I couldn’t see you, so I tried to see your life force, which I normally don’t do, but…” in his panic, Nico was stumbling over his words, all of them tumbling out of his mouth at once in a way that they never did normally. “It looks like you’re dying.” His voice cracked, despite his attempt to remain stoic. “Are you okay? I… gods…” he reached out for Sam’s hand in the dark, unsure how to calm his pulse even though it seemed like Sam was okay. “I didn’t look at it before, because… because it hurt to see people dying in that way, and we all die so often in the House, and sometimes people have secrets they want to hide but… I’m sorry, I just… are you okay?” It was like he was a broken record, so overwhelmed by the idea of Sam not being alright that no other words would come to mind. “I just… I don’t want you to die,” he admitted, voice smaller than he meant for it to be.
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Aug 3, 2019 16:09:54 GMT -5
Enjolras made it down the ladder, wrinkling his nose in utter disgust. He was not happy about being down here. But the stakes were high; the House's whims would be obeyed. He caught the tail end of a disembodied voice's explanation, the stranger's voice echoing off the damp stone walls.
"This is a world room? Who's world?" He asked, not recognizing anybody as the clear recipient of the room. He stood uncomfortably, both disgusted by the sewer and not quite sure how to face the other blinkers. He'd just killed- or nearly killed- someone. A House person, maybe, and at the House's suggestion, maybe, but it was still him who had actually done it. The green light of the stranger's lantern threw strange shadows across his face; combined with the blood splatters and fangs, he looked quite unnerving. Probably as the House intended.
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