|
Post by Auransky on Aug 4, 2019 4:32:21 GMT -5
The Monster Room : Two Sides of a Coin The man paid little attention to everyone's discussion. He was more focused on getting to hellfire, they needed to before these blinkers would be forced to leave the room through one other means. His yellow green eyes looked up ahead, and occasionally glimpsed back to see the other's keeping up. He held out the lantern ahead, when reaching the first corridor. Using the light to see the gap, he turned sharply down the next sewer line. His feet stepped along the water, as did everyone else's creating an echo of the water for every step they took. "To assume that this is just one world can be a possibility" He finally decided to chime in after giving the three a moment of peace. "But why not assume that this town, and its inhabitants are just about real, as you and I?" He fell silent. He stopped at the entrance of the crawlspace, then bent down, and pushed the lantern out in front of him. "This will lead us to the caves. Be weary that the otherwise is a resting place for many lost souls." He warned , then started crawling through. Crawling through the crawl space, he proceeded to speak again, answering a more direct question. "Doctor, Willhardt is a few of the respected individuals in this town who does not believe in the church. Since a recent law has now allowed the people to choose to believe, there are many individuals who choose not to follow the church's teachings." The man pressed ahead of the others'. "By choosing not to follow the church's teachings, you are forbidden from running for elected office, or any form of government position." He made it to the other side of the crawl space, leading to a higher space without water or the damp smell of the sewage. He waved the lantern around to see the cave, in the right and left there was unlit torches. Indicating the entrance or one of many entrances to hellfire. He paused, waiting for the other three to make it out of their crawl space. "The story that has been circulating this town , is that the Doctor sold his soul for power as a means to overthrow the church and its followers. That is if he lives past the stroke of midnight on the sixth full moon, accompanied by the heavy fog you have experienced on the streets above. FUrthermore, all the deaths of important figures who are for the government and follow the church have recently come to pass, all individuals who are Willhardts regular patients." He proceeded to walk, seeing as the three were out. Walking through the cave, the lantern's light bounced off the walls, where there was markings of dates, names, and occasional drawings, and in between warnings to turn back. He slowed his steps reaching the next turn at the cave. Before taking a step in the next direction, he knelt down and took a praying postion, setting the lantern down beside him to clasp his hands together. After a brief moment of silence, he stood up then signaled to the others. "They only ask that you don't disturb their internal peace." He picked up the lantern, and proceed Walking down the cave. Instead of writing , there was now stone slabs embedded in the wall, some with numbers , others with initials, others with nothing. The slabs were stacked, with brief gaps, similar to bunk beds, sacked in three, four or maybe give on both sides of the wall. Some of the slabs had flowers, candkes, lit and unlit, others had dried petals. "Naturally , the common folk, were easy to sway. Convince them that the Doctor murdered all their prominent representatjves, that they voted for into office, and you create hysteria. Since this doctor's mentor too had only come to pass during these tragic events." He proceeded on, passing the graves in a calming manor. " Blame the people that the Doctor is out for everyone, an individual that everyone has come to trust and no one will doubt that a nonbeliever had come to be possessed with a devil. " he took another turn , leading into another hall full of slabs, these more decorative then the previous disorganized ones. "But in actuality , one prime minister was tired of loosing the race. Also tired of the Scotts, and so he decided that he had enough. And so he came down here to pray, the forbidden area that the church bans all its follewers from." He proceeded on, stopping briefly to see a slab had been shattered, recently too-a true shame. He knelt down sofrly, using one hand to pray. After , he stood up once more and continued walkin g " And so, his wishes were granted. At a price of course. To achieve the mark of prime minister, convinced the people that the scotts have to go, and eventually reach a place among the gods, he would need to warp the church by using it to escalate a self driven hysteria that would blindly toss away their current beliefs in turn for this false god. " He stopped at another crossroads. He looked out in every direction , the caves seemed endless. He waved the lantern out in front of him to observe the markings on the edges of each opening. After a bit of debate he , pressed on towards the left. "Some individuals found out about the prime minister's scheme. And many of them are now resting for all eternity. To those few still around , they had a choice. By joining the cause , they were to bat an eye to the events that unfolded, furthermore add credibility to the prime minister's tales and speak none of it to outsiders." He pressed on , turning at another corridor. "Well, Willdhart's mentor a believer of the church in fear of his family , aided with the terms and so through the use of science, the slow and subtle road to insanity flooded by creating a false epidemic. They-the now lost believers needed to collect souls to open the gates to the place among the gods, and so to create souls, death must come and harvest in massive numbers." He slowed his steps, under their feet in the center of the lath, there was decrative stone. He signaled the others to move to the side ,as the end of the path was only up ahead. "Willdhart, caught his mentor in the act one night." His voice softened. " Interviened , and tried to stop his mentor , what the Doctor didn't know was there was a repear on the scene ready to collect the harvest. The life was saved , but that did not stop the repea r from harvesting a nearby village. And so when this incident was reported, Willdhart's mentor paid with his life. But before his life perished , he spread word of the Prime Minister's deal with the false omen. This createed unsettlement." he leaned into the entry way. They had reached a shrine , with a stone corridor to the right leading to the main alter. It seemed empty -Well the shrine, but the smell of death was very heavy in the air. "Since the Doctor got away, they feared he would speak up about it . The prime minister couldn't threat him like other believers, he wasn't one of them. Threat him with banishment would mean a rebellion from those relying on the Doctor , and death would force the lawyers to aid the doctor against the I'll cause. And the king at the time , would not dare bat an eye to these affairs." Seeing the coast was clear , he singled the others , and walked up to the stature on the front. It was a faceless statue , featuring a traditionally dressed Roman warrior. He approached it , setting the lantern down, then took a brief moment to pray. After the brief moemnt, he stood once again, picking the lantern up. "Framing the Doctor to convince the people that he needed to disappear was a way to avoid legalities , and backlash. Furthermore , it cleaned the prime minister's ill brought deeds." "The false omen, brought monsters from its world. And created a curse known as the fog you are in." He turned to face the three. " Seeing your oddly transformed selves, you have perhaps come to the conclusion of the curse? " he raised a curious brow, pausing as a means to provide the suspense. And that moment came , and went-their answers , their questions , regardless he spoke on. "Every creature you have seen tonight , aside from yourselves, is someone from this town, nearby village , transformed by the curse to become something they cannot recognize. The more you give in, the further you loose the part of yourself , until you are nothing more then a mindless being aimlessly wandering until the repeaer comes for you. " he turned away , walking into the sanctjray, where the candles, chandeliers, and torches were all lit. Along the walls, from all sides there Was many stathes, various figures, greek, romans, knjghts, kings, figure s that represented various aspects of power , and authority. I'm between each human based statue , there was creatures , mythical creatures all representing good , evil, nuetrql, wealth , greed, prosperity, loss, envy,hope, regret, anguish, truth, and many more. In the center of the room was the Doctor , kneeling , blindfolded , tied down, coated in blood. His hands were forcefully tied into a praying position. Willdhart had his head down, waiting for his moment of judgement. Along the room there was many individuals, church officials , nobels, common folk, church offcials, believers, kneeling , others against the walls, leaning , or flat on the ground - almost still, unconscious , or limp. Blood filled the air, death was vossable. Standing a few feet away from the Doctor , was the round man , the yard captain , and the vicar. They seemed to have been debating over who delivers the final strike. "Don't worry for the audience , I fear their time has come. They won't be retaliating , not here where they too fear just being here. We just need to prevent Willdhart's death -' his attention turned to the vampire. "Which is easier said than done..." He forcefully muttered , realizing that the Doctor was coated in fresh blood. The yard captain turned pulling out his revolver. His hand however was shaking , as he pointed it towards the blinkers. The vicar pulled out his pocket bible. The round man stepped bsck, hiding behind the two other men. "The captain will not shoot. He's hesitant of rallying the dead. This is hellfire, after all. " he warned, his yellow-green eyes skimming the three. He still held his lantern, now low to the ground. 'but we do have a problem. " a female voice called out from far down the hall coming from a different entry way. "If we don't stop the rite before the stroke of midnight , then He will achieve his true form and devour us all." A whip lashed from the darkness, it slammed right through one isn't He mythical statutes, the prideful dragon. The stature crumbled , stone flying everywhere upon the forceful impact. Stepping into the light , it was the women in red. The man with blue hair, took an aggressive step back. "I see the curse has brought you back." The woman in red spoke with sympathy. "What a pitty..." Without letting the man speak, she addressed the blinkers. " did the fool mention one more important detail? " she crossed her arms. "Perhaps , why Willdhart has to die? No?" She tilted her head. Then leaned forward with a gentle smile. "Your door won't open without his life. The man who led you here is trying to keep you here. " she stepped forward, approaching a tied up Willdhart. "This world isn't real.we've been trapped here , forced to play this reoccurring nightmare. Every time we guessed incorrectly , we are set on a repeat , to play this tragedy again and again until the day we find the one key to our homes. " she shed a few tears. "Every time we overlooked the one person who walked under all our noses. The healer, the individual who walks Along side the church but does not believe. How foolish were we?" She stopped in front of the doctor, then turned to face the blinkers , " we have little time left. There repea r will come for us all, it will reset the clock and we will begin again , forced to play out this world's terrible game. " she extended a hand, "please, help us. " The vicar, prayed then softly spoke up. "Faith is what led us to what should be our final judgement." The yard caltakn, pulled back the trigger. "If we need to here, then our time will come." The round man nervously glanced over , "we need to end this now." "Hellfire is forbidden , not because it's taboo, but because here we are protected against the magic of the outside. Here , we can be ourselves , our real selves and not the dolls we are forced to become outside these walls. Out there, up there , we take on these terrible personas , become people we don't want to be and play out roles inside out, fighting the urge every minute to break free." She paused, her expression shattering with relief. " Please, help us leave. " she genuinely asked the blinkers
|
|
Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
|
Post by zeph! on Aug 4, 2019 6:24:50 GMT -5
(Okay so this is late sorry)
A young woman entered the inn silently. She stood at the door for a moment, her lilac eyes sweeping the establishment. She kept standing for a second longer, looking slightly ruffled at how many people were there, and how loud it was, before striding over to take a seat at the bar, folding her arms against one another on the wood.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 4, 2019 7:24:12 GMT -5
Mei had been just about to make her way across the tavern, eye set on a table that had been momentarily abandoned, when she heard a familiar voice tagging after them, first one, and then two as the dragon made her approach.
Oh...right. As their father’s gentle voice rang across the tavern, memory of her life in the past three years seemed to return to her, and with it, the feeling of security she’d been chasing so hard since he took them in. They weren’t starving anymore. Rex would be able to get what they needed. That was how it worked now...she just had to try to remember.
She ducked her head guiltily, looking uncertainly back and forth from Rex to Amico as he very gently scolded her. “Amico was hungry,” she said, but it was less a defense of her actions than an explanation. “The food in our room was gone...I couldn’t find any more. I didn’t take anything yet.”
|
|
|
Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 4, 2019 8:45:33 GMT -5
A young man with messy black hair, extremely pale skin, and dark shadows under his eyes sat at a table, an untouched cup of mead sitting near the untidy pile of papers resting in front of him. The problem with poems was that they were unpredictable. He could sit here, with all these strangers and all their lives, and he could think for hours, but as soon as he dipped his quill in his ink the words just seemed to fly away. So instead, he was looking everywhere but the paper. At the people, mostly. Also the food, but poets didn’t get paid very well and today he’d picked mead, so he was going to have to stop wishing he’d gone for something more substantial and start getting the words out of his head. He leaned his chair on its back legs and pushed his long hair out of his face, sighing loudly. This day wasn’t going well so far. After taking a swig from her chalice, Ougi slammed the vessel back down on the table with force. Milk spilled out of it and onto the table, getting L's papers wet. She hadn't even noticed that she was at the same table as someone else, but now that she did, she moved slowly in realization. Her shadowy gaze traveled away from the dark cracked window and toward what was immediately before her. Her accident was clear in the flickering lamplight. "Oh... sorry." One black gloved hand extended over the table and picked up one of the damaged papers by the corner. There was a near-scoff, and an earnest look toward the other blinker that almost seemed friendly despite her cloaked and hooded presentation. "Writing, eh?"
|
|
|
Post by Sησω on Aug 4, 2019 10:51:46 GMT -5
There's so many people here, Mallory silently observed, taking in her surroundings. She'd never been in a place as packed as this! She had tried to stay close to her adoptive mother, Anika, but the child's curiosity had led her to wander away. As she was walking around, she forgot to look where she was going and accidentally stumbled into someone. "Oh! I'm sorry!" the black haired girl said. She took a step back, turning to face the stranger. He was a kid who looked to be about the same age as her. -------- Anika's four heads gazed around the tavern, all looking in different directions. I wasn't expecting it to be this crowded, she observed with a sigh. With this many people, it was difficult to avoid accidentally stepping on someone. The one positive was that the smells of food and drinks helped mask her rotting stench. Flowers were wrapped around her wings and tied to the ends of her two tails, but that wasn't enough to hide it. The dragon's body was also draped in shimmering orange and purple silks, but they were used as simple accessories moreso than to cover her undead form. Wait, where's Mallory? her eyes widened when she realized that the human girl was no longer next to her. She did a quick scan of the area, sighing in relief when she saw her daughter nearby. Anika stayed seated at the bar, though every now and then she'd turn a head or two to check the room. Even though she was away from her tower, being a guard was still her job. Mallory was one of the things she'd vowed to protect.
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 4, 2019 11:52:42 GMT -5
L didn’t immediately notice that his papers were slowly being destroyed, he’d been doing such a good job of pretending they weren’t there. He hadn’t noticed Ougi either, and as she spoke he started and swiveled his head around to stare first at her, then his cup, then his blank papers. “Oh.” He said simply, and picked up the papers, his eyes wide as he watched milk drip from them. Probably they were ruined, but he wasn’t mad, because it meant he had a legitimate excuse to stop wracking his thoughts for something poetic. He put them down and offered the girl a friendly smile. “Eh, trying to. To be honest, I wasn’t actually planning on getting anything done today, I was just pretending. I’m a poet, what do you do?”
|
|
|
Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 4, 2019 12:34:22 GMT -5
Both of Sam's hands flew up as he nearly ran into the girl - no - as she ran into him. He caught her by the arm just to steady them both, but let her go as soon as he was sure neither of them would fall over. "Okay," he said with a grin. "It's okay." He glanced around, locating the watchful eye of a dragon by the bar. He'd thought he'd felt eyes on them. So the small boy wan't the only one with a dragon guardian. "Crowded in here, isn't it?" he said with a slightly cocky smile. "I don't think many people are going to make it through them. Well, not without finding an empty seat first. What's your name? I'm Sam. Me and my dad just got here." He nodded in the direction where he'd seen Hector last, but of course he'd moved since then. His scan of the bar didn't produce the image of his familiar form either. "Who I can't see right now to point him out, but yeah." He might have tried to do a bit of self-promotion for his father's business, but something told him a dragon didn't really need the use of it. The girl might, when she was older, but not now.
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 4, 2019 12:36:40 GMT -5
Kelsier slowed as he approached the inn, adjusting the heavy bag on his shoulder. It had been a quiet day. The goers had (mostly) behaved themselves, and the weather was good. He was whistling a light tune, something he’d had stuck in his head all day but couldn’t remember where he’d heard it, and it was putting him in a good mood. “What do you think?” He turned, a smile lighting his hawkish features as he glanced back at his son. “Should we stop here for a bit? I’m starving.”
|
|
|
Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 4, 2019 12:42:06 GMT -5
zeph! <Raintalon> Iceclaw LarkApparently finding that no one he had pointed at was actually going to pay attention (the odd writer person was talking to the person with the milk glass that had just been spilled and the waiter had talked to a boy with brown skin and scruffy hair who was older than Amico and then both had split off). Mom Cham probably wanted to sit down, but really Amico was just using that as an excuse to break away, and grab Mei's hand. "Come on Mei!" he said. "There's someone over there I wanna talk to!" He looked excited. And the person he was looking excitedly at was the young woman who had just entered and went to go sit at the bar. "Come on!" he said. "Daddy can get us food and we can go spy on people." Then he broke into small giggles at the joke.
|
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 4, 2019 13:04:17 GMT -5
Kelsier nodded, his smile deepening at the obvious happiness in his son’s voice. Sam had been good for him, especially since everything that had happened to the both of them. He thought it had drawn them closer rather than further, but he was glad Nico could still form new relationships. And, in a much deeper part of him, the fact that he was trusted enough to be confided in made him feel like he could fly if he chose to. He turned and headed into the inn, stepping to the side once he got inside to make room for Nico behind him. “Pretty crowded.” He remarked, noticing the people that stuck out the most: the two dragons, one of which had four heads. The girl with the eyepatch and her brother and father. Plus several others he couldn’t quite make out the faces of. No Sam or Hecter yet, so Kelsier headed further in, looking for a table. “Let’s go ahead and sit down while we wait for them, eh?”
|
|
Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
|
Post by strider on Aug 4, 2019 13:42:11 GMT -5
Kelsier was right. Sam was good for Nico. He was a way to fully trust someone who hadn’t been there since the beginning, and he wasn’t overprotective the way Kelsier was. Besides, he was a chance for Nico to, however briefly, forget about the tragedy that had befallen his family. But he didn’t see Sam yet, and there were enough people here that Nico was definitely on edge. He would have retired to the nearest dark corner if he could, but that would mean dragging Kelsier there too and he didn’t really want that. “An interesting crowd too,” Nico remarked. He didn’t think he’d seen this many species and different people in one place other than town meetings and open markets. Yet it seemed that at least some of these people were from out of town. He reached out and grasped Kelsier’s elbow lightly, ensuring that he didn’t lose his father in the crowd. That was the last thing either of them needed right then.
|
|
|
Post by Sησω on Aug 4, 2019 14:41:30 GMT -5
As the boy spoke to her, Mallory moved her hair out of her face. It only took a few moments for the shock of their collision to wear off, and shortly after she was smiling. "Yeah," the girl agreed, nodding. I've never seen this many people in one place!" "My name is Mallory. I just got here as well. My mom is over there," she stated, pointing at the four-headed dragon at the bar. "We don't come to the village often, but I've always enjoyed it when we came."
|
|
Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
|
Post by Iceclaw on Aug 4, 2019 14:46:18 GMT -5
Rex noted Mei's reaction. Even if it was slow going, she was getting better. The slip ups where she felt the need to steal for survival came less often, something he was grateful for. It meant he was doing something right- something he worried about often. He'd barely been an adult himself when he'd found Mei trying to steal from his bakery and offered to take her in, but they were doing alright. "Okay," he said. "Don't worry, I'll get us food. Keep an eye on Amico okay?"
He looked back as Chamomile came in, relieved she had caught up. They'd become friends after she had burst into his bakery one day with tiny Amico in claw, fretting over not knowing how to take care of a human child. The memory made him laugh now, given their situation. Chamomile was a scholar, and he a baker. He had no doubt she had more knowledge on child raising than he did. Watching Chamomile move to find a table for them, his gaze caught on a dancer who had been watching him. He was obviously well off, Rex thought, lifting his chin a little and following after Chamomile.
|
|
|
Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 4, 2019 14:47:31 GMT -5
Cloverleaf Auransky zeph!The exposition from the man with blue green eyes had Kid continuously looking at the other blinkers. Whatever this was, he still wasn't sure if they could trust their guide. He didn't know if they were a blinker or a House generated person or … something else. There progress kept stopping and starting due to the man praying. Kid wasn't sure why until he saw the slabs. Underground burials. And considering the chaos on the surface, Kid thought he'd be praying too. So being told that, at least for the man with yellow green eyes' understanding, they were all monsters because of the 'curse'. Now, regardless of what Enjolras thought about knowing who's word room this was, Kid was convinced this was one. He didn't ask any more questions. But he did freeze as soon as they ended up in full view of who they were looking for. And who they weren't. He hadn't forgotten the other two, but now he stepped forward, trying to stand between Enjolras, Sky, even the man with yellow-green eyes and the pointing gun. "You don't want to do this," he tried to reason. Then he flinched as the woman with the whip turned up. Apparently they did want to do this. Badly. He didn't believe them. Either the yellow-green eyed man or any of the requesting - pleading - would be killers. They also confused him. On the one hand, this could be a world room - one which had a strange looping process. He had never heard about Arthur, whose world had done that until he had broken the loop as well. But Kid did at least read and watch movies. It was possible. But suddenly he was reminded of the time a larger House phenomena other than room had shown them pictures from a different place like the House. Where they had been stuck. Kid glanced back Enjolras. But he would ask the elder blinker later. Because maybe these were like those alternate blinkers? He didn't because it might confuse Sky and they were in a bit of a tight position right now. "No," he said to all of them. Then he strode forward, or shuffled rather. "You're not killing anyone! This isn't the answer. If you want to stop what's happening, do it some other way!" The House … it was the sort of place which might just expect them to kill someone. But it had let Kid here, so it would know that they'd have to get through him first.
|
|
|
Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 4, 2019 15:08:13 GMT -5
"It's a nice village," said Sam, based only on what he had seen on the way in. "And it's apparently got another dragon currently in residence." He nodded in the direction of Chamomile. It was as he did that when he saw Kelsier and Nico enter. He was far enough in the back and enough people were between them that not only was it doubtful they had seen Sam, but Sam could hardly see Nico. "Mr. Kelseir!" He called through the crowd, hand waving. "Nico!" But he didn't think they saw. He shook his head in amusement. He knew Nico would end up over here eventually. It wasn't as noisy and it was out of the way, like he liked it. That would make it easier on both of them. To Mallory, he continued to talk. "Were you headed somewhere? Or just here for a short visit? We needed to rest our horses. And thought we might end up at the same place as some people we know." He nodded in the direction that Kelsier and Nico had been.
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 4, 2019 15:16:06 GMT -5
That was definitely true. Kelsier hadn’t seen this many species in the same room in a while, it was both kind of nice and a little bit worrying, in case there was a fight. He’d protect Nico, of course, but with two dragons and who knew what else he worried about his chances. Well, there wasn’t a fight yet, anyway. He could feel Nico’s tension beside him as the boy touched him and he began to scan for the most quiet, out of the way place he could find. It wasn’t where he’d go on his own, but dragging Nico to the center of all this chaos would just be cruel. Besides, even though he hadn’t heard Sam, he guessed that if the other boy was there he’d have headed to a corner to wait. “Here we go.” He said brightly, and headed for the corner with the least amount of noise and general chaos. He moved to sit at a table, then stopped, a wide smile breaking over his face as he caught sight of Sam nearby, talking to someone else he didn’t know. “Nico, look, he’s already here. Must’ve been waiting for us to arrive.”
|
|
|
Post by »ƑαƖcση on Aug 4, 2019 15:37:23 GMT -5
Danny trotted down the steps, hands in his pockets, blue eyes scanning over the crowd. People of all sorts and sizes milled about the main room, laughing and conversing. Even a couple of friendly (at least he hoped) dragons had arrived. He was a little surprised there was such a diverse group, he hadn't expected as much from a little village tucked back in the middle of nowhere. Surely not all of these folks were locals? Reaching the bottom of the staircase, Danny peeked out the closest window to see several horses tied at the hitching post. It seemed there were many other travelers in town, perhaps simply stopping for the night before continuing down the road. He noted the fading orange rays of light starting disappear behind the treeline before turning back to the full room. Whoever had told him this place was nearly forgotten had been entirely wrong. The young magician signaled to the barkeep and flipped the man a coin. It was nearly impossible to be heard in the commotion, but he gestured to the flavored drinks. If he was to do any experimenting tonight, he would need a clear head. Catching the tankard as it slid down the bar top, Danny nodded his thanks and moved towards the hearth. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly but he had some questions for the locals. Now if he could just find one....
|
|
|
Post by Sησω on Aug 4, 2019 15:45:39 GMT -5
"We're only staying for a couple nights. I sometimes wish we could visit more, but Mom doesn't travel much," Mallory stated. To her mother, guarding the tower and its treasures was one of the most important things in the world. The girl's gaze drifted over to Chamomile for a moment, noticing how the red dragon had less heads than Anika. I wonder if she has anything to guard, the thought briefly crossed her mind as she turned back to Sam. "Are those your friends or family?" she asked as he called for someone. She couldn't pinpoint exactly who he was talking to, however.
|
|
Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
|
Post by zeph! on Aug 4, 2019 16:07:43 GMT -5
As they went along, Sky started to feel more confused and more disturbed. Being underground itself made her feel antsy, and the smell of death in the air definitely didn't help. She shivered more than once, casting nervous looks around as though something would try to attack them. When the man finished his explanation, Sky had three main concerns. The first was about the monsters they had encountered. So were they people too? And if so, were they already doomed? That lead her to her next worry- if they didn't get out of the room in time, were they to end up like that? And if so, how much time did they have left? The final worry wasn't even much of one- just a small realization. The mentions of the prime minister, Scotts, and Scotland Yard probably meant that they were in England. She wondered if any witches or wizards would show up, although it seemed really unlikely. Sky immediately noticed the Doctor once they arrived, even though she hadn't seen him before. She went to go forward, only to stop as the yard captain raised his gun. She instinctively raised her wand back, thinking of spells even as the man with the lantern said he wouldn't shoot. The lady in red just confused her more. She seemed just as believable as the man who they were traveling with by expressions alone. And while she agreed with Kid as he spoke up, she knew that if they picked the wrong choice, they could easily die here. "Where's the proof?" She finally asked.
|
|
Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
|
Post by zeph! on Aug 4, 2019 16:19:42 GMT -5
The girl rummaged in her small bag, trying to find enough coins for a meal and a room. She placed small vials filled with different colored liquids haphazardly on the table, and a pile of coins next to her. She only needed two more, two that she knew were somewhere in the bag. She continued to look, every few seconds shooting up a glance at the table, as though she were afraid someone would try and steal something on there. And yet, she missed it completely as one of the bottles filled with a luminescent green liquid rolled off the table. It didn't break, or even crack, upon impact, yet made a soft clink noise which she failed to notice.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 4, 2019 16:47:24 GMT -5
Mei stood up a little straighter, relieved that Rex wasn’t furious with her. He so rarely was...he understood that she was trying. And she was trying - but the voice in her head that said ‘he’s going to leave and one of these days he’s not going to come back’ was difficult to quiet at times. “Mm,” she said, giving him a determined nod as he asked her to keep an eye on Amico. “I’ll watch him.”
She turned to offer Cham a small smile, then found herself being dragged off by her younger brother. “Ah...! Spying? On who?” she queried, watching the smaller child in a sort of bewildered amusement as he pulled her along.
|
|
|
Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 4, 2019 16:50:25 GMT -5
Sheesh, when was the last time this place had been this busy?
The drink server let out a audible sigh as soon as he was out of earshot of the table he had just delivered two mugs of ale to. At least his shift was almost over, as through the window off to the side he could see the sun beginning to set.
Once he was done with his work here for the night, it was time to start planning out his next course of action. Even now more than ever after meeting that vagrant who had tried getting out of paying for their drinks earlier... They were member of a bandit gang he had tracked to this part of the kingdom, hence why they had recognized him. If these brigands were starting to enter the village, it was only a matter of time before they ended up hurting somebody unless they were delt with.
Completely lost in his thoughts, the server didn't notice the bottle of green fluid on the floor that rolled off a table nearby until he felt it under his boot. He stumbled, just barely managing to avoid slipping on it and dropping the platter of drinks he was hauling around. "The hell?" Quickly regaining his footing, he bent down to retrieve the thing with a disgruntled look.
Whatever it was, it wasn't something they served here.
Noticing that the table nearby was covered in similar junk, "Hey! You could at least pick up-" Just about to snap at the girl sitting there, he caught himself mid-sentence. From the looks of it, she had yet to notice she had even lost anything. There was no need to be rude to her, accidents happened. After a quick pause, he closed his eyes and sighed again, starting over with a calmer tone of voice. "Does this belong to you?"
|
|
|
Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 4, 2019 16:52:44 GMT -5
L didn’t immediately notice that his papers were slowly being destroyed, he’d been doing such a good job of pretending they weren’t there. He hadn’t noticed Ougi either, and as she spoke he started and swiveled his head around to stare first at her, then his cup, then his blank papers. “Oh.” He said simply, and picked up the papers, his eyes wide as he watched milk drip from them. Probably they were ruined, but he wasn’t mad, because it meant he had a legitimate excuse to stop wracking his thoughts for something poetic. He put them down and offered the girl a friendly smile. “Eh, trying to. To be honest, I wasn’t actually planning on getting anything done today, I was just pretending. I’m a poet, what do you do?” Ougi watched with a twinge of disgust as L picked up the papers, and she dropped the one she has been holding, letting it slap back down onto the table and fold over. Her gaze was full of pity for him, her nose even scrunched slightly. Still there was a smile enduring it. The rogue girl subtly, casually slid the chalice of milk away from the both of them and to her other side. “Oh... a poet.” Oh, an attempt at conversation...Her gaze tried to escape by finding the newcomers around them, which were many. Ah yes, it must be the busy hour for the tavern. Then again, did she really know when that would be? She had been coming here regularly, right? She shook away any of the questioning. “I’m just... nothing really.” She didn’t want to reveal that she was a vagrant, what with it being a recent development that she lost her home and had to sneak in here. “I’m definitely here because I’m buying out a room. I’m... paying.” She insisted the fact even though he hadn’t questioned that, making it rather suspicious. “But what I’m good at is finding people. Need anybody to be found?” The way she said it implied it was for finding people in order to make them pay for something, instead of finding lost kids and such.
|
|
Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
|
Post by zeph! on Aug 4, 2019 17:03:21 GMT -5
The girl instinctively looked up, and her face drained of color when she saw the vial in the server's hand. She stood up abruptly, slung her bag on her shoulder, and walked towards him quickly. "Yes, sorry." She said, grabbing it out of his hand. "I was just looking for my money- I'll put the rest of these away as soon as possible." She examined the bottle, checking for any cracks, before putting it back in her bag. "Sorry." She added again.
|
|
|
Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 4, 2019 17:27:58 GMT -5
The server's red gaze rested on the girl for a second, then moved onto the stuff she had scattered around her table. "It's fine. Just make sure to keep a better eye on your things." His voice no longer held any annoyance, but was still stern. "The next person to end up tripping over one of those might not be so willing to let it go."
Which was true. In a tavern you never knew who might come through. It was best to tell it for what it was.
Shifting his load from one arm to another, he glanced back towards the bar. "Regardless, since I'm already here, care for something to drink? While I personally wouldn't recommend most of the things this place has to offer, it's better than going thirsty."
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 4, 2019 17:39:28 GMT -5
L listened to her explain, soaking up all the details without necessarily knowing what to with with them. His eyes followed the chalice of milk, and he moved his own mead carefully to his other side, almost as though he was simply copying her. He was, in fact, copying her, for no other reason than that he wanted to see what she would do about it. “You’re a person. That’s something.” He pointed out, his tone purely thoughtful. His eyes narrowed a little though as she went on, and his suspicion that she was not an entirely honest sort of person stamped its foot like an agitated horse, demanding his attention. She couldn’t have been whatever she was for very long, or she’d know how to be a lot less conspicuous. Even he knew that, and he wasn’t lying to anyone’s face. Probably she’d recently lost some money, and didn’t yet know what to do about it. He tilted his head, considering first her, then the ruined papers in front of him. “Why aren’t you paying for your room?” He asked finally, instead of answering her question. “What happened? Can I help?”
|
|
|
Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 4, 2019 17:44:40 GMT -5
Vincent stared into the crowd as he waited for one of the waiters to pay him any mind. He kept his legs crossed and head resting in his palms, smiling softly as the noise within the tavern grew. He’d admit, the inn attracted a broad clientele, far more than anything he’d been expecting from such a forgettable town. The influx of people did not, however, seem to be the sort who would have any appeal to his usual performances. The patrons here were boring...and broke. He watched with a coy smirk as the waiter returned a small vile to a woman who appeared to be struggling with her coin. Across the room, a man and hooded figure seemed to be moving around soggy paper - which sort of destroyed any hope he’d had in their potential. Apart from that, he could see the passing heads of several children, along with the lumbering dragon folk in colorful adornments. He sighed, casting a glance in the direction of the solo man who was writing in the corner. Dull. He faced Markus again, deciding he ought to make himself better known in order to get any attention in the busying bar. “What do you serve here that’s not ale?” He called to him, his voice sweet but clearly suggesting his expectations regarding the bar’s quality. @/aves HH SO MUCH HYPE IM INTERACTING W A NPC,,
|
|
Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
|
Post by zeph! on Aug 4, 2019 17:55:29 GMT -5
The girl nodded slightly. If she said anything, she knew it would be something about being able to handle that, or something that would only escalate an unfavorable situation. It wasn't like she was going to see these people again- she was heading out in the morning. Still, she would've regretted it later if she did. "Can I have a glass of water?" She managed, before casting an anxious glance back at the table. No one would dare, she tried to reassure herself, to no avail.
|
|
|
Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 4, 2019 18:39:10 GMT -5
[[ Plot || Arlo ]] A young blonde woman sat by herself in a less crowded part of the tavern, a paintbrush in her hand. Her face was hidden behind a canvas, propped up on a portable easel with a cloth stretched under it to catch any dripping paint. To one side of her was a palette and a jar of water, to the other was a tankard and a leatherbound notebook. Arlo leaned to the side to look around the room, the subject of her painting. It was rather busy today with quite a few unfamiliar faces. Was there something going on today? If they were supposed to have half priced drinks or something no one had told her, she should probably check sometime... after she got just a little more done on this painting.
|
|