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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 10, 2019 20:39:31 GMT -5
Kid's eyes narrowed at the Round Man's assumption on whether he'd experienced death or not. He had. Seven times in total. And doubtlessly more times. But he didn't say that. Enjolras' question had been a smart one. But Kid knew that the alternate version of the House both of them had come across hadn't been called the Paradox House. It had been called the Mansion. Still, he didn't think they'd be able to find that out if all of these people were trying to convince them their side of the story was right. He particularly didn't like that it was four people against the doctor, one for, and the doctor had said absolutely nothing. "You say you can kill him," he said to Sky, almost coldly. "But can't you make them speak the truth? I know what they believe ..." He nodded at everyone but the yellow-green eyed man, the doctor, and his fellow blinkers. "But they so far haven't actually seen this doctor directly do anything. Words in books and taking care of plague victims? That isn't proof. It could just be scapegoating." He eyed the yellow-green eyed man. There was another fact. They didn't know his place either. "And you .. " Kid said, pointing at him. "Why do you believe this doctor didn't do it? How do you know? And I would prefer something more than heresy. You seem just as noncommittal about someone killing you as the doctor does." He turned on the advocates for their death. "Why is that? If that 'stops their plan' then why aren't they trying harder to disprove what you're saying!"
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 10, 2019 21:25:41 GMT -5
</div>“Oh wow,” Vincent said, his face amazingly trained to suit his current persona. He wore a gentle, sympathetic expression as the other man explained the disappearances, listening with intent. Of course, he didn’t care to keep up the act for very long, as the next few things that were said by Matt were rather offensive. “If I’d lived here my whole life I’d smell like the rest of you,” He said sweetly, speaking so casually it was hard to even notice the dark look in his eyes. “I come from the west, and I’ll only be here for the night,” he explained, carrying on effortlessly, “Unless something dreadful happens to me,” He pointed out, blatantly teasing the concept but chuckling at his own joke as though the other individual would join in. (this is poorly written oops)
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Aug 10, 2019 22:21:44 GMT -5
"Eh, I could have paid attention to what was going on," Arlo replied. Still, she was glad that he didn't seem upset about the paint.
Dipping her brush in the jar to clear the paint from it, she nodded slowly at his answer, still trying to remember when she'd seen him. Her memories of the day were slightly blurred, probably thanks to her habit of painting late into the night. "Yeah, I do actually, and... I think you did?" It still bugged her a bit that she wasn't sure when. She wasn't sure why it seemed so important, but maybe she could ask Henry later, he always kept track of who came and went... unless she'd seen him somewhere outside the inn.
"My name's Arlo," She glanced between Danny and the painting, trying to fix a few of the areas where the paint had spattered on her canvas while they talked. It wasn't too bad, just a a few dots here and there. "Are you from around here?"
(I must have missed this I am so sorry Dx )
"I'm Danny," He responded, "and no, I just got here. I've never been to this side of the kingdom before..." He trailed off, looking around the tavern. It wasn't very different from his hometown, or really from any of the places he had visited on his travels. But is still has an air of.... mystery. Maybe he was just projecting. He turned his attention back to Arlo, dropping the hem of his tunic and smoothing it down absentmindedly. "I've heard stories though, and have questions I wanted answers for. I was planning to look around more but-"
As if to punctuate his statement, bells clanged from the town square. The young magician looked towards the door to see several people slip in and quickly shut the Inn door behind them. "I uh, guess I'll do it tomorrow. What about you? And what's going on?"
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Post by strider on Aug 11, 2019 0:09:54 GMT -5
“You too.” Kelsier confirmed, relieved to hear it was mutual. Maybe they were just moving further apart after all...he hoped so. If it wasn’t, there was another layer to this room he didn’t know about yet, and that wasn’t something he wanted to deal with right now. Right now, he wanted to build a ladder and get back into the same room so they could deal with this together. “I have to warn you, I’m not much of a singer.” He replied, pushing away his worry for the moment in favor of solving the problem he knew existed. Like the fact that his pole was in several pieces, looked easy to put together, and probably was actually very complicated. “I don’t know if it’s kind or not. Honestly, I don’t even know whether or not it’s actual a living thing or just the aftermath of some weird magical accident. There’s a lot about my own world I don’t know, pretending to understand another one would just be arrogant.” Ha. There. He smiled as two of the long poles slid easily together. The House seemed bent on making him a pessimist, but today he was going back to the side of optimism if it killed him. “My pole is in several pieces, but I think my door is higher than yours, so it’s probably-“ he grunted as he lifted it up against the wall. It didn’t reach the door, but he thought he could make it with a well timed jump. “-fine. Then we can deal with what happens next.” Orpheus breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed, fortunately, that Kelsier believed his little lie. Normally Orpheus survived by a policy of being honest, but here it was a white lie. A white lie that could possibly save both of their lives if it meant getting out of this room sooner. In the meantime, instead of worrying about what Kelsier would do or think if he found out, Orpheus would rather focus on building his ladder that was for now just an unsteady pole that looked nearly impossible to climb. Well... not impossible for anyone with any upper body strength, but that was really not Orpheus. He was... not particularly strong physically. Or emotionally... the truth was, strong was not a word that could be used to describe Orpheus in almost any capacity. "There are so many questions that I wish I could answer," Orpheus admitted. They were, of course, questions that he was unwilling to ask anyone here because stubbornly, he wanted to find the answer himself. Also, for the vast majority of the questions he could ask, he was almost certain that nobody here knew the answers for certain. This place seemed far more wrapped up in mystery than anywhere Orpheus had ever been, and things that were shrouded in uncertainty were always reluctant to give up their secrets. They relished in the spectacle they caused, but they would never allow any sort of understanding to take root. "Well... we could try climbing our respective poles?" Orpheus questioned, though he didn't know how well that would work for him. He'd have to try. And at least his door was lower to the ground than Kelsier's sounded like it was.
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Post by paradoxnpc on Aug 11, 2019 0:13:14 GMT -5
"Charms are for wizards and spooks." Markus replied gruffly, tossing the gem back into the bag and pulling the drawstrings shut. He gestured to the full tavern. "If we get any more prosperity we'd have to get Ozul to build a bigger Inn."
The barkeep took a knee behind the counter and deftly pulled up one of the floorboards underneath. Unless someone was specifically looking for it, it was nearly impossible to see the small hinge that had been attached. Taking the bag of earnings, Markus stowed it beneath the floor and closed the board on top of it, scooting a basket on top of the safe spot before getting back to his feet. He didn't particularly care if any of the patrons sitting nearby saw him, it wasn't like he would be leaving his post without taking the bag with him at the end of the day, but now the bag of gold and a single gemstone was tucked away out of sight and reach of sticky fingers.
"Evenin.' " He greeted the rather disheveled young man who had just found himself a place at the bar. "What can I get you?"
The kid clearly already knew about the warning bells, not just rung to announce the end of the day. His odd dance across the floor was another matter.
@matsumagatsuchi [ ! Plot Shift: No one chose to touch the gem. The story path has changed but you have not altered the ending]
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Post by strider on Aug 11, 2019 0:21:34 GMT -5
Sometimes it worried Sam that Nico just wasn't sure what he wanted with his life. Or he did, but wouldn't reach for it when he could. He leaned into Nico, the comfort of his shoulder and his soft hair tickling his face. He wanted something better for his boyfriend and for himself. And he was going to make sure Nico's wishes came true. Kelsier would have to understand. Sam was sure he would want the best for his son - just like Hector wanted the best for him. Nico was sweet and Sam was very glad he was with him. It felt more real than the drawings, but he could still understand Nico's feelings. "Wherever you go, I'll go," he promised. "Even if that's a drawing. But who knows. Maybe there's a place just like this somewhere near here and we just haven't found it." He turned his head, looking Nico in the eyes encouragingly. But he knew that he always said something like that. He forehead bumped against Nico's fondly. "And even if it isn't," he said quietly. "That's okay when I'm with you. Even if we need to build all the wonderful things we see in our head, then I will. Because it'll be with you." He meant it. The lives they were in didn't have to be left behind unless and until they were ready. In the meantime, Sam was willing to wait until he was older and would be able to show Nico they could do this. "Thanks for looking at these," he said to Nico. When Sam was with him it was a continuous struggle not to have a permanent smile on his face. "And I know you have you own world in that head of yours, Nico, that has some places just as amazing." His eyes sparkled. "I draw these places for you just as much as for myself. You make me see great things in these stars." He squeezed Nico's hand before flipping the sketch book closed. "I don't think we'll be able to look at them right now, unfortunately," he said with a sigh. He could tell a lot of other patrons were heading for their room now the bell had tolled. He doubted Kelseir and Hector would let them do much. But maybe tomorrow Sam could show Nico the horses. "Anything else you want to do?" he asked his boyfriend. Nico felt Sam's promise down to his bones. The truth was, he couldn't imagine a life without either Sam or Kelsier, but it was a lot easier to imagine a fantastic nearly fairytale future with Sam. It was as though the road that lay before them wasn't already decided. It was as though they could choose which path to forge, if they really wanted to. There was nobody they had to listen to, even Hector and Kelsier once they were old enough to really decide what they wanted out of their futures. For now, though, it was all fantasy and drawings of places that probably didn't exist. For now it was holding Samn close and whispering about adventures they would never have, just because he couldn't even begin to imagine the adventures that really did await them in the future. It was a way to create a future that wasn't as heavy to bear as the future that was actually laid out in front of them, if only because that future - the one they could create right then - wasn't so hidden behind layers of variables that neither boy could control. "I don't care where we go," Nico admitted softly. "I don't care what we do or what becomes of us or if we find new stars and places that we've never seen before... I don't care about any of that. All I care about is that I can find this future - our future- with you," he whispered. It was a sentiment that he had felt often, but had never been brave enough to voice. Vowing that he wanted to have a future with someone even despite all of the unforeseen tragedies that were sure to befall them? That was terrifying. Yet with Sam he was willing to. With Sam he was willing to vow a future that was not guaranteed to have any glory or adventure or magic in it. "I want to spend every moment I can at your side," he added, voice soft. "I want to explore these stars when there's no shadow trying to drown them out. And I want to see every place and every person you draw, because that... it's all so real. The paper and the charcoal and the tiny piece of yourself that you put in every drawing..." he smiled softly, squeezing Sam's hand in return. "I don't want to go to bed yet," Nico admitted, though he knew that going outside was really not a smart idea. He still found he wanted to try. "Any chance Hector and Kelsier would let us stay down here for a few more hours?"
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 11, 2019 1:59:03 GMT -5
"I don't see the problem with that." Sandalphon replied to Markus absently, his eyes staring at the bottom of his now empty tankard with the slightest hint of disappointment. "Bigger building, more patrons, more profit." Of course, that was leaving out all the more complicated things... Hearing Vincent's rather rude words to L, he couldn't resist shooting the other man a glare, having not payed the stranger any heed until now. Lovely, he was one of those types...
The server let out a huff and slid off his stool, about to go refill his drink one last time. Before he got too far however, "Hmm?" Something crunched under his boot when it touched the floor. When he lifted it to take a look, he was surprised by what he saw. It was a feather, a rather large one at that.
Where had that come from? There wasn't any birds in here. Deciding to put his trip to the kitchen on a quick hold, Sandalphon slowly bent down to retrieve it so he could get a better look. The plume was brown, with small flecks of white here and there, and contrary to first thoughts, very real. Upon closer inspection, it was also far too big to be from any normal bird.
And strange enough, it was a very similar shade of color as that of the server's own hair, something he failed to notice in his tired mindset.
"Huh..." Must have fell off somebody's cloak or such. Unlike the gem before, this item was much more to his fancy, so he decided to hang onto it. Reaching up, he worked it into the scarf he had around his neck. Once he was satisfied that it wouldn't fall off, he grabbed his tankard and headed for the kitchen, continuing on his previous mission.
A few minutes later, the server came back to his seat with an even larger tankard in hand. If it was even possible, the liquid swirling around in there was even darker then the brew before, and stronger too. If Sandalphon was going to spend the night working out where his next target was, he was going to need all the caffeine he could get.
(Oof this is rough, I really shouldn't reply when I'm overtired pfft)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 11, 2019 15:15:39 GMT -5
The small boy looked up at his dad and balked a bit. He wasn't tired. And anyway, he wanted to spend more time with all these interesting people. Most of them seem to be adults who were collecting near the front of the room. One seemed to be the same person who had been carrying around drinks. "Just a sec!" Amico exclaimed, still holding onto Mei's hand for a fraction of a second before he went ducking under tables and into the still busy part of the in. By 'just a sec' he meant as much as it took to find him. This might not have been the first time he had pulled this stunt just to avoid sleep (and any nightmares that went with it).
(Literally anyone can run into him if you want!)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 11, 2019 16:01:38 GMT -5
Kelsier did have a significant amount of strength, but he was worried about moving on without Orpheus again. Both times before, if he thought about it, he’d been the one to come out on top. He’d certainly won the race, and he’d been the one to say the full answer to the riddle, even if Orpheus had done just as much of the work to get it. If something was happening to his new companion, it was a good bet that it had a lot to do with that. So he wanted Orpheus to win this round, just to see what happened. Taking chances was something he didn’t hesitate to do, in his own world and here, and it was also something he didn’t let other people do on principle. It made him sound a bit stuck up, but really he was just used to being the strongest person in the vicinity and considered it his responsibility to do something with that. It was tempting to just see if he could climb the pull and Steel Push his way out. Instead he swallowed and resolutely turned back to the pile of wood. “Me too.” He agreed softly. “Not just about the House, either. My own world has secrets too, ones even I have no idea about. The answers would be pretty helpful, if I could get them.” What would he ask the House, if he could get just one straight answer? He didn’t know. Probably why, or what are you! or any of the other obvious ones anyone could think of, but maybe something else. Maybe something like: Are you ever sorry for what you’ve done? Can you even experience guilt? Do you even have control over what happens here, or are you like such, caught in the space between the known and the unknown? “Do you think you can?” The Mistborn shook his head. These thoughts weren’t helpful right now; getting out of here was. Mine might take a little longer, you should go ahead and see if you can climb all the way up.”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 11, 2019 16:09:44 GMT -5
That area of the forest was pretty uncharted, it might be a good place to start searching...
Sandalphon sat completely still with his eyes closed in deep thought. The only movement coming from him was the slow tapping of his fingers on the bar top every so often. If not for the fact he would occasionally take a drink from his tankard, it would have been easy to think he had fallen asleep sitting up.
If not there, than perhaps that patch to the south-...
A small set of footsteps intruded upon the server's internal machinations, causing him to glance over towards the sound. A child had made his way over to the bar, drawing a raised brow from the older man. He didn't look particularly lost, so Sandalphon assumed he must have been sent to fetch something from the Barkeeper.
"Do you need something?" He asked the boy. Sure, he was off duty, but since Markus was already tending to the other patrons seated at the bar, he figured he could spare a few seconds of his free time.
It also might have been to avoid the possibility of the kid raising a fuss if he was ignored.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 11, 2019 16:47:11 GMT -5
“Amico - !” Mei raised her voice uncharacteristically as the young boy took off, groping at the air in vain as his hand slipped through her fingers. She cursed herself for not keeping a tighter grip on him - she knew this tavern was going to cause him trouble sooner or later. His attention span tended to suffer if there was this much activity around him. But she couldn’t have him running up to random strangers...who knew what kinds of people were in here right now? If only there was a way to find him quickly...
Oh, right. Big, tall dragon who would be as worried as she was. She scanned the crowd, searching now not for a short figure, but for a towering one. That should be easier. And Cham could find him with her sense of smell, or just with her height advantage. She had to be around here somewhere...
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 11, 2019 16:55:02 GMT -5
paradoxnpc ~∂єѕтιиуMatt watched Vincent speak with wide eyes, clearly taken in by his unusual appearance and foreign way of speaking. ”What do we smell like?” he wondered out loud, a bit taken aback by the question, but apparently not offended by it. “Millers smell like flour, bakers smell like bread and sweets, farmers smell like animals and dirt, and my father says rich people smell like gold, but I don’t think gold has a smell, honestly. So it doesn’t really make much sense to group us together as one smell.” He seemed rather pleased with himself for arriving at that conclusion, but after a moment, he was distracted from his line of reasoning by the bartender’s booming voice. “Oh - juice, please! Apple if you have it.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 11, 2019 16:55:46 GMT -5
(I'm ever so slightly annoyed that I deleted my actual post instead of the accidental one I'd posted instead. And annoyed that I didn't save the original version, since it was posted early this morning and I already deleted it. SIIIIIIIGH. Take 2. )
Briefly, Sam looked over to where Kelsier and Hector were talking. They didn't seem to be paying that much attention to them. They could have seen both of their children, but Sam didn't think they could hear what they were saying. "I don't think they would mind," he confirmed. They seemed to be talking together more than paying attention to anything both boys were doing could be doing. Nico's words had felt buoyant in Sam's chest, making his emotions light and airy. Nico's conviction seemed far more real than what Sam could muster. It encouraged Sam to make his boyfriend happy. He wanted to see Nico smile more. Wanted to see him happy. Because despite everything that they had been through, Sam knew that Nico had shadows behind his eyes. Sometimes, when they were together, Sam noticed they were gone. And right now, he could feel a bit of the light remaining in himself. A bit reckless, just to see Nico happy. He leaned toward Nico, a whisper soft voice directed at his ear. "Did you want to go outside?" The pit of his stomach tingled with the danger. The night bell had already tolled. But the roof would be safe, wouldn't it? At least from all outside dangers. That might not stop both their fathers from chasing them down and reprimanding them. But the thought of silence and it just being the two of them and the stars and fantasies they made up in their head … it might be worth it. "There has to be a window to a rooftop somewhere around here," he added, still in that soft voice at Nico's ear.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 11, 2019 17:12:24 GMT -5
Amico looked up at the person who kept serving them drinks. Well, not him specifically. But everyone here in general. Scrambling up onto a chair without actually answering, Amico said brightly as he kicked his legs, "Whatcha thinking about?" He grinned mischievously. This was not an answer to the barista's question, but it was certainly something for Amico to say. He yawned a bit from where he was sitting and let his legs swing even more furiously, heals hitting against the legs. "Do you have any juice?" he asked. "What's your name? Do you work here? Have you seen any interesting people? Can you do magic? Do you like anyone here? Are you married? What about friends? Can I be your friend?" Amico's bright smile started that everything he had just said was somehow connected together. At least for him.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 11, 2019 18:15:18 GMT -5
Skies above, what was this nonsense...
Sandalphon's face went completely blank when, instead of simply answering the question, the little boy made himself at home on a nearby seat and unleashed a barrage of questions right back at him. Ever so slowly, his head turned towards his drink while the kid went on in the background, and he could feel himself severely regretting his life choices up to this moment. Letting out a sigh, he picked up the tankard again and downed almost half its contents at once.
Once that was done, "Nothing you need concern yourself with." The barista answered as he returned his focus back to the boy. His expression was one of resignation, but his tone of voice was attempting to be slightly less dour as he continued to try and answer the kid's questions.
"We do have juice." He started, "My name is Sandalphon, and that is correct, I do work here. Yes, we do sometimes get rather... Interesting patrons passing through here. No, I have no need of such things." The older man stiffened when he got to the last few questions, as if the subject was getting extremely awkward. Regardless, he tried to continue. "There are a few I respect, but nothing more." He was referring to Markus and Henry, who were the only people in this town he ever had ever really interacted with. He saw them more as business partners, not friends, while still being grateful towards them for giving him his current job and lodgings.
And that was where the barista stopped, his red eyes again wondering away as a bite of yearning ebbed in his chest. What need did this child have for this information? It was none of his business.
"Do what you will." Was all Sandalphon gave in response to the child's last question, completely skipping over the two before it. One could tell that what goodwill had been in him before was becoming strained. The kid had unintentionally hit a nerve, but he refrained from taking it out on him, as it wasn't his fault. After all, how could he have known any better?
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 11, 2019 19:38:42 GMT -5
(I must have missed this I am so sorry Dx )
"I'm Danny," He responded, "and no, I just got here. I've never been to this side of the kingdom before..." He trailed off, looking around the tavern. It wasn't very different from his hometown, or really from any of the places he had visited on his travels. But is still has an air of.... mystery. Maybe he was just projecting. He turned his attention back to Arlo, dropping the hem of his tunic and smoothing it down absentmindedly. "I've heard stories though, and have questions I wanted answers for. I was planning to look around more but-"
As if to punctuate his statement, bells clanged from the town square. The young magician looked towards the door to see several people slip in and quickly shut the Inn door behind them. "I uh, guess I'll do it tomorrow. What about you? And what's going on?"
"Oh, really?" Arlo sounded slightly surprised. Well, there went her theory about why he seemed familiar. If he'd never been to this side of the kingdom there was no way she'd seen him before- she'd never left. Her gaze followed his around the tavern for a moment. To a traveler like him it must have looked new but similar to places he'd been before, to Arlo, this tavern and the surrounding town was just about all she knew. She listened curiously as he started to speak again and glanced out the window when the clang of the bells outside interrupted him. "Yeah, tomorrow would be best," she replied as she turned back to him. "Me? Oh, I've always been stuck here in this town..." She sighed, then quickly added, "Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that I've got a job and a roof over my head, but... I've always wanted to travel. I've been trying to save up money so I can. I'd like to write a book about the kingdom someday." Arlo took a sip from her tankard, then pointed at the window with her paintbrush. "And that would be the warning. Every night for... Well, I'm not quite sure how long it's been now, darkness comes over the town and people disappear. I suppose you could go out after the bells ring if you really wanted to, but I wouldn't recommend trying it, you might not come back."
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tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 11, 2019 20:44:19 GMT -5
Sky winced as she untied, the dull pain in her wrist she’d been ignoring quickly becoming sharper. She paused for a moment, to let it subside and to glare at Kid. He said it as though she wanted to kill someone- as though she’d already made her choice, and it was the wrong one. “That’s a potion.” Sky replied to him, unable to keep a condescending manner out of her voice. “One which I lack the ingredients, the time, and the capability to do.” She returned back to her work, untying the last knot slowly. She then brought her wand out her pocket, and regarded Willhardt, waiting to see what he would do.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 11, 2019 20:57:54 GMT -5
(It's just amusing how the truth potion is a potion but the killing curse is a curse. It just makes things harder.)
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 11, 2019 21:09:42 GMT -5
The earth shook with each step the Goliath took, each tremble bringing it closer and closer to the city ruins.
"Okay, we're in position! Awaiting flight units so we can engage!"
Perched on the corner of a skyscraper's roof, 7S stood watching the shape in the distance grow larger by the second. Sitting next to her, was of course 6S, who was borderline shaking from anticipation. His companion swung around and gave him a frown when he shouted about how he called first shots. Of course he would be looking forward to fighting, he always was... Why in the world had they made him a S type again?
What a dummy... If he got himself hurt again, 7S was going to kick his ass for making her worry.
Both Androids heads shot upwards when the clouds above parted open as their flight units arrived. Their mission was going to have to wait however, as not a second later, the permanently daylit sky was morphed into an old, stained ceiling.
"That was a bit anticlimactic..." It had been awhile, but here she was again in the house. 7S had started wondering if she'd ever see this place again, as her last blink had been a month ago. Despite the situation back home, the visable parts of her face softened.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 11, 2019 21:20:53 GMT -5
Amico seemed a bit mystified at Sandalphon's reaction. Maybe he was just used to people either being outright angry at his interruptions or maybe even entertaining the string of investigation with amusement. This middle ground of entertaining yet annoyance just served to nonpluss him. How was he supposed to start any sort of conversation when this was the sort of reaction he got? "Could I get some juice?" he asked instead. It seemed to be the best sort of answer to give Sandalphon when there was nothing to say. He glanced around the room again, then suddenly added, "You're not from here, are you? I don't remember seeing you. And you've got interesting eyes, so I think I would. Drink people don't come out a nowhere. Where are you from?"
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Post by Numquam on Aug 11, 2019 21:45:39 GMT -5
The earth shook with each step the Goliath took, each tremble bringing it closer and closer to the city ruins. "Okay, we're in position! Awaiting flight units so we can engage!" Perched on the corner of a skyscraper's roof, 7S stood watching the shape in the distance grow larger by the second. Sitting next to her, was of course 6S, who was borderline shaking from anticipation. His companion swung around and gave him a frown when he shouted about how he called first shots. Of course he would be looking forward to fighting, he always was... Why in the world had they made him a S type again? What a dummy... If he got himself hurt again, 7S was going to kick his ass for making her worry. Both Androids heads shot upwards when the clouds above parted open as their flight units arrived. Their mission was going to have to wait however, as not a second later, the permanently daylit sky was morphed into an old, stained ceiling. "That was a bit anticlimactic..." It had been awhile, but here she was again in the house. 7S had started wondering if she'd ever see this place again, as her last blink had been a month ago. Despite the situation back home, the visable parts of her face softened. "H-H-Hey! Why don't you p-put on some clo-" Eises' sentence was interrupted when her white-haired roommate was replaced with a bookshelf. Her hands were parly covering her face and she slowly lowered them, still processing that she had blinked. She touched a book just to be sure and confirm her blink. Her ears rotated in response to 7S' voice. She turned her head and saw that the android really was here, which did nothing to lessen the flush on her cheeks. Two really cute girls, great... With her ears continuing to stay flattened, she greeted 7S but had her eyes facing the other way, "Oh hey." She rubbed the side of her neck with her hand.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 11, 2019 23:01:12 GMT -5
The barista gave a sort of half nod at Amico's request, picking up what remained of his own drink and once again returning to the kitchen. He had visited the place so often today, he wouldn't have been surprised if the cooks thought he was crazy. Thankfully they all were too busy to notice him, so he was able to throw together a quick flagon of apple juice with no interruptions.
"Heh. No, I am not." Sandalphon told the boy when he came back, placing the freshly squeezed drink in on the bartop next to him and returning to his previous spot. Ah, the child was perceptive for his age if he could pick up small details like that. This actually managed to cause the corners of the barista's mouth to raise every so slighty in the makings of an amused smile, despite his previous feelings.
"Also, I do believe that is the first time I've heard a child refer to my eyes as 'interesting' and not 'scary'." He mused. Everytime he passed through a town, the local children would usually keep their distance from the 'red eyed stranger'. To be honest, he preferred it that way, since he wasn't particularly good with them anyway.
Since the boy had managed to entertain him, Sandalphon decided to give him a bit of the information he was seeking. "If you must know, I traveled here from a place far to the south, called Canaan. You may be familiar with it if your parents are ones for fairy tales."
In tales spun by old storytellers, it was said that Canaan was where the angels resided. In their city of ivory towers far above the clouds, overseeing the world below. That was, until they all fell from grace after turning on each other, the city crumbling to ruin right after them.
In truth, the land of Canaan was a small kingdom hidden in the mountains at the southmost reaches of the world, ruled over by a beloved leader who treated all his subjects with utmost kindness. Because of its location, very few people from the outside had ever successfully visited there and it's existence was considered almost mythical, thus becoming subject to many stories and fables.
That was in a time long past, however. After the murder of Canaan's ruler at the hands of traitorous rebels, the land had indeed fell to ruin, very much like the stories said. All that remained of the lost kingdom were the bandit gangs made up by those said traitors, and the one who hunted them in hopes of fulfilling a promise made to his closest friend, just before he took his final breath.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 12, 2019 0:09:41 GMT -5
Vincent lifted a bored eyebrow as Matt spoke, leaning his elbow against the counter as he listened. There was a smug smile haunting his expression as he took another slow drink, allowing the man to speak to the barkeep before continuing. Juice, interesting. The entertainer set his now empty glass on the surface in front of him, swallowing as he watched Markus turn away from them with narrowed eyes. “Quite literal...hm?” He faced the man curiously for a moment, pale eyes tracking his movements. Abruptly, he chuckled again, leaving the topic of scents to be forgotten. “You’re from here then? You folks don’t get out much, do you?” He, for perhaps the first time, seemed genuine in his pity. “It’s a shame, dear, the world’s a much bigger place passed those woods you’re all so afraid of.” He hesitated, letting the statement hang. “Why do you really stay?” He spoke softly, unashamed of such a personal question in the belief he could get a real answer. His blue eyes were fixed, scanning the man’s face for a clue into the truth of his answer. <Raintalon>
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 12, 2019 0:34:58 GMT -5
Kelsier did have a significant amount of strength, but he was worried about moving on without Orpheus again. Both times before, if he thought about it, he’d been the one to come out on top. He’d certainly won the race, and he’d been the one to say the full answer to the riddle, even if Orpheus had done just as much of the work to get it. If something was happening to his new companion, it was a good bet that it had a lot to do with that. So he wanted Orpheus to win this round, just to see what happened. Taking chances was something he didn’t hesitate to do, in his own world and here, and it was also something he didn’t let other people do on principle. It made him sound a bit stuck up, but really he was just used to being the strongest person in the vicinity and considered it his responsibility to do something with that. It was tempting to just see if he could climb the pull and Steel Push his way out. Instead he swallowed and resolutely turned back to the pile of wood. “Me too.” He agreed softly. “Not just about the House, either. My own world has secrets too, ones even I have no idea about. The answers would be pretty helpful, if I could get them.” What would he ask the House, if he could get just one straight answer? He didn’t know. Probably why, or what are you! or any of the other obvious ones anyone could think of, but maybe something else. Maybe something like: Are you ever sorry for what you’ve done? Can you even experience guilt? Do you even have control over what happens here, or are you like such, caught in the space between the known and the unknown?“Do you think you can?” The Mistborn shook his head. These thoughts weren’t helpful right now; getting out of here was. Mine might take a little longer, you should go ahead and see if you can climb all the way up.” If Orpheus had been at all aware of Kelsier’s thought process he would have found a way to teleport to the other blinker’s version of the room and slap him across the face. Well, perhaps not something that violent, but he certainly would have reprimanded his new friend. Yet he remained blissfully ignorant, if not panicking just a little bit. Something told him that if he went through the door, another part of his voice would be taken. As it was, he knew that any power it had once had was gone already. The thought made him sick to his stomach, almost too shaky to reply to Kelsier. He wasn’t thinking about the questions anymore. He was thinking about the ladder and the door and the fact that he wanted to help Kelsier even if he wasn’t in the same room as him. He took a deep breath, deciding to test out the worst of his fears. He knew his music could give people strength. It could change people’s hearts. Or at least it once could. Who knew what it could do now. But even with his limited range, even with the melody wavering and filled with uncertainty and breaking of voice that so often came when one tried to sing too quietly… he began to climb up his pole while singing, hopefully loudly enough that Kelsier could hear him. He sang a song that he hoped would give Kelsier strength, but that was in reality too broken to do much of anything. HIs hands hurt as he climbed up his pole, clinging desperately to it until his vocal cords shuddered and his voice cracked. He let his forehead fall upon it, finally admitting to himself that the House had taken away perhaps the only tool he had to actually make a difference in any world. He could feel tears pricking at his eyes, but he didn’t want to tell Kelsier that everything was wrong. That the song he had tried to sing would have allowed men in his world the strength they lacked to find their way up. The strength of spirit, at least, and more than just a feeling of hope. “I’m almost at the top,” he managed, pushing aside his tears to make the last few feet through the other door, where he sat, kneeling and gasping in breath. Facing the absoluteness of his failure to help his new friend.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 12, 2019 1:40:04 GMT -5
Noah looked at Eliyen, surprised by how quickly she had gotten over her fright. She seemed quite brave, he would admit that right off the bat. “We just got here,” Noah admitted. “My brother and I had to… well, it was time to move on from where we were staying before, and we just barely arrived when the bells started going off. I suppose you’re right. I’m glad we got here before…” he shuddered at the idea of just disappearing. How would people even know he was gone? It wasn’t as though he and Auguste really knew anyone here at all, and they hadn’t introduced themselves to anyone new, so their parents, wherever they were now, would have no idea about the fate of their sons. Would they be worried? Noah pushed the thoughts away. “When did this start?” He asked, although he had no idea what he would do with the information. It wasn’t as though he thought he could stop it. “It seems like more people would have left if this happens every night…” he knew he would certainly leave if he knew he couldn’t ever go outside at night. There was no stargazing here, he assumed. “Either way, you’re welcome. Glad I could help.” He glanced back in the direction of the innkeeper. “Let’s see if we can get you some of that,” he smiled softly, rubbing at the ever-present ink smudge on his cheek. --cato phoenix "Ah, I see," Eliyen replied with a nod. She wondered if he and his brother had been in some sort of trouble wherever they were from, not that it mattered much to her.
"Oh, it started..." She started to answer, but trailed off. When had it started? She vaguely remembered when it had first happened. It had been awhile, but she wasn't quite sure when. That was a little strange, it seemed like something that wouldn't have been that easy to forget. Had she been out of town when it started? Finally she continued, "Can't remember when exactly it started to be honest, but it's been going on for awhile now. We're not exactly close to any other towns so I guess that's probably one of the main things keeping people here- they're worried about being in the forest at night." She shrugged. "I did that once by accident and never saw anything, but I'd prefer not to do it again just in case." "Sounds good to me!" She replied, stepping away from the chair.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 12, 2019 9:50:18 GMT -5
For the first time since he’d entered the tavern, Matt’s face fell a little, the cheery expression he normally wore slipping in the face of the question. A more suspicious man would’ve been cautious of spilling his secrets to a total stranger at all, let alone this odd, slightly sketchy stranger who seemed to be looking down his nose at everyone. But Matt was not a suspicious man, so after a moment of staring into his drink, he looked up, ready to answer.
“I can’t go without somebody to go with,” he admitted slowly, his father’s voice playing like a record in his mind. Stay in town. Indoors before the bells ring. Don’t wander further than the town square. Don’t go anywhere with strangers. “There’s something weird about my head. I don’t think quite right sometimes, so it’s dangerous for me to be alone somewhere without people to help me.”
Then, the darkness seemed to clear from his expression a little, and he straightened up, giving the stranger a wide smile. “But it’s okay! There’s plenty to do in this town. We’ve got shops, and fields, and meadows with amazing flowers, and even places where people dance sometimes.”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 12, 2019 13:59:46 GMT -5
7S instantly lit up like a Christmas tree when she heard a familiar voice reach her audio receptors. It was the wolf half-human she had met last time she had blinked in, Eises was her name. "Hey!" She hummed as she spun around and gave the other blinker a wave, a bright smile on her face. "It's been awhile!" Despite the fact their last meeting had almost gotten 7S in trouble for breaking protocol thanks to her damaged visor, the Android had looked forward to seeing the other girl again.
The wolf's vitals were raised, and her face was red with heat, her body language only making it more obvious that she was embarrassed about something. 7S wasn't going to pry, even if it did raise her curiosity a bit. Instead, she moved on to a different subject. "Did you ever decide on a weapon to use?"
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Post by Numquam on Aug 12, 2019 19:15:51 GMT -5
Eises forced the image of her friend away from her mind as she looked at 7S. She secretly preferred to have kept it for a few minutes, but the House clearly had other plans for her. "It's sorta been a while." She offered a smile, hoping her rosy cheeks would cool down. That would likely take a while seeing that she was around a cute girl, but at least this one was clothed.
The wolf was surprised 7S remembered that, maybe the android's last blink wasn't so long ago. "Oh, yeah! I switch it up dependin' on who I'm fightin'." Eises would have loved to demonstrate, but she didn't want to ruin the living room. "So like, sometimes I go with a sword or two, and other times a lance....well with ice I mean." Serian didn't need weapons at all, even she vastly preferred its fire form over its crystalised form. "If I gotta use Serian crystals, I just use 'em like projectiles." She summoned a mostly-transparent purple crystal in her hand to show.
"But, um, what's been going on with you?" By now, her heart had calmed a little.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 12, 2019 20:39:16 GMT -5
(Sorry for disappearing Echo! I had to pack!)
Chewing at a hangnail more than he was actually paying attention to the apple juice, Amico listened to Sandalphon's explanation of his origins. There wasn't much he said, but Amico's eyes lit up with interest and his hand dropped from his mouth and he sat straighter in his chair. "Oh sorry!" he said. "Did you want me to be scared? I can be scared!" An actually fairly convincing look of panic appeared on Amico's face. But it dropped very soon after. "You come from that angel place?" he asked instead. His eye were alight with fascination as he drank a fair sized mouthful of the liquid he'd been brought. "Do they all have cool red eyes? Or just you?" It seemed like he was talking about the weather. Previously, his questions about the mundane details of Sandalphon's personal life had been delivered with gusto. These questions were nonchalant and almost halfhearted.
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