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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 12, 2019 23:22:50 GMT -5
"N-no, I-" Just before he could raise his hands to wave off the notion, Sandalphon's smile in the making was dropped as the boy twisted his face in an attempt to look like he was actually scared. For a second, the barista didn't look the slightest bit amused, before he slightly turned away.
And then he let out snicker, which he was obviously trying and falling to suppress. Sure, the look of terror might have been convincing to an untrained eye, but to one such as him, who had seen quite a few in his time, it wasn't quite as so.
Angel place...
Angel... Why did that word suddenly stand out? Like it held some kind of significance? They were naught but things of legend. Nothing more.
Clearing his throat and taking a quick drink of his coffee as if nothing had happened, "Is that what they're calling it now?" He asked Amico when he once again faced the boy. Despite his previous attempt at hiding his merriment, it hadn't quite left his face yet.
"But, yes. I did. Although, You may be disappointed to hear that there were no such things there. Even if someone I knew then could have easily passed as one." As soon as he uttered that last sentence, Sandalphon froze with a grimace and instantly bit his tounge. Damn it, he had said too much. The lifting of his mood had losened his lips more than he would have liked. And there it was again. That hint of longing...
Instantly hopping to the next topic before the kid could ask any more questions on the matter, "They are something I alone have. All of the other inhabitants of the kingdom had normal eye colors." While there might have been some exceptions to that, as was true with any sizable populace, the barista's red eyes had been considered an oddity back home as well.
"Anyways, enough about me." Sandalphon reclined back and crossed his arms again, his head tilting to the side as he watched Amico with narrowed eyes. "Now, I've answered everything you've asked of me, so it's only fair you do the same, correct?" He questioned, "Here I am, divulging things to you I really shouldn't, and yet you haven't even so much as told me your name."
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 12, 2019 23:59:58 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. Considering her memory functioned almost exactly like a computer, each moment a file added to a database, there wasn't much 7S didn't remember. Unless that storage ended up getting damaged that was... "Hmm. Sounds like a good strategy." The Android replied with a nod. That was what the Battlers back home tended to do, since they all had the functionality to use multiple weapons at once. Not being restricted to one at a time was something that 7S couldn't deny she wished she could replicate at times, but her current combat abilities already pushed the hardware limitations of her body to their limit, so she was content with what she had. "With me? Let's see." Subconsciously taking notes on the crystal floating in Eises' hand while she was at it, a scan back through 7S' memories didn't reveal anything of interest that really stood out as worth talking about. Unless that centuries-old parking ticket a machine had stuck to it's head counted... "Well right now, we got a Goliath incoming towards the city ruins again. Probably drawn in by the resistance testing some out some new weapons I bet. 6S and I were just about to go and take care of it, since we're the only units in the area."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 13, 2019 18:59:57 GMT -5
(I'm alive, I'm alive.)
Amico listened to all of this attentively. He was a little disappointed that it sounded like not all of this 'angel place' had people with red eyes. But maybe that just made Sandalphon special! Sitting up straight, he seemed to find it a bit interesting that Sandalphon was asking him questions now. Amico didn't really feel like there had even been anything interesting about him to question. Sandalphon was interesting though. He was just ... a stranger! And strangers were interesting! But he answered the not-really-a-question anyway. "I'm Amico!" The words were bright. He really would have liked to continue questioning Sandalphon, but he was okay with the change. "What questions do you have?" He leaned forward, holding the cup full of juice. His posture seemed to imply that there was something interesting that Sandalphon could ask and that Myrnin would have never thought of.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 13, 2019 20:54:51 GMT -5
Amico. Another name that, unfortunately, the traveling barista knew would pass from his memory once he moved on from town. It was impossible to permanently catalogue the names of every single person you met when you traveled so much, let alone pointless when he would never see most of them again anyway. For now though, it wasn't going anywhere, in case he needed it for something. Such as telling a pair of worried parents where their child was...
Sandalphon was slow to produce an answer, hesitation creeping it's way onto his face as he began to realize he'd backed himself into a metaphorical corner. His first response, which if he hadn't held it back, would have easily been 'Where are your parents, so I can have them come get you?'. That probably wouldn't have made the kid very happy, to say the least.
What could he even ask? Besides what Amico's name had been, he didn't have a need for any other information. Completely the opposite of how Amico felt towards him, he also honestly had little interest in learning more about the child. The only reason he had even proposed that Amico answer some questions of his own in the first place, was so the boy wouldn't pry into his own life anymore.
The poor kid looked so excited about it too...
"Err..." Sandalphon started, trying his hardest to come up with something to ask, if only to not disappoint Amico. Nothing was coming to mind sadly, until...
Wait, that's right.
Sandalphon quickly placed his tankard on the bartop to free up his hands, before reaching up and producing the feather he had hidden in his scarf. If Amico had grown up here, perhaps he was familiar enough with the native bird species to know where it came from. It was win win for both of them, one got information they were actually looking for, while the other got to see something neat.
Trying again, this time with more confidence, "Have you ever seen a bird matching the pattern on this before?" The barista asked, holding the large plume out on a open palm for display.
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Post by Numquam on Aug 13, 2019 22:14:57 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. Considering her memory functioned almost exactly like a computer, each moment a file added to a database, there wasn't much 7S didn't remember. Unless that storage ended up getting damaged that was... "Hmm. Sounds like a good strategy." The Android replied with a nod. That was what the Battlers back home tended to do, since they all had the functionality to use multiple weapons at once. Not being restricted to one at a time was something that 7S couldn't deny she wished she could replicate at times, but her current combat abilities already pushed the hardware limitations of her body to their limit, so she was content with what she had. "With me? Let's see." Subconsciously taking notes on the crystal floating in Eises' hand while she was at it, a scan back through 7S' memories didn't reveal anything of interest that really stood out as worth talking about. Unless that centuries-old parking ticket a machine had stuck to it's head counted... "Well right now, we got a Goliath incoming towards the city ruins again. Probably drawn in by the resistance testing some out some new weapons I bet. 6S and I were just about to go and take care of it, since we're the only units in the area." "Y-Yeah, my maistra actually scolded me for only using swords." Eises rubbed the back of her head almost instinctively, as if he was smacking her again. 7S' suggestions in their last blink were actually quite helpful and it had given her a head start with changing her fighting style. Now her main issue was learning how to control Calibris' corrupted magic. Her eyebrows raised slightly, Theia also had creatures called goliaths. If she remembered anything from one of her previous conversations with Noctin however, Eises guessed this goliath was something entirely different. "What's your goliath like?" The crystal floating near her hand had started spinning rapidly. "We have goliaths too, but it's probably not like the ones in your world." She tilted her head slightly at the mention of a 6S. Did the similar name mean they were related? "Is 6S like, your brother?" Of course that was probably physically impossible given that 7S wasn't flesh, but blood didn't always mean family.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 14, 2019 0:03:21 GMT -5
The S type would have been delighted to learn her suggestions had helped, even a little. That had been her goal after all.
"There are quite a few machines that fall under that class actually." 7S admitted, reaching up to rub her chin in thought, before jumping into a long-winded description of her target. "But as for the one I was talking about, it's actual designation is the 'Engels' type. It's bipedal with a vaguely humanoid shape and stands about the height of your average skyscraper. Instead of arms, it has two more Goliaths, which we call 'Marx' units, attached to it's sides for melee combat. It can also shoot lasers and bullets from it's mouth as ranged fire, along with missiles from its back."
The scanner's tone of voice made it sound like she was presenting a science project, not describing a giant killing machine. As was usual when she got into talking about something from her world, she held up a hand and produced a small hologram of what she was detailing so Eises could see for herself. The tiny model of the Engels floated roughly six inches above the Android's outstretched palm, and was about two feet tall. Much smaller then the real thing of course.
"Oh really?" 7S tilted her head in wonder. What would a biological Goliath look like? Provided that's what the ones Eises was talking about were anyway. "Probably not, but that wouldn't make them any less interesting! What are those like?"
7S couldn't hide the quick hint of surprise that flashed across her features at the mention of 6S. "Huh? N-no. While there are sets of 'sibling' Androids out there, we aren't one of them." Speaking of the subject, she had never really thought much about the relationship her and 6S shared. Close friends was how she'd describe it if anything. She let out a small laugh as she continued, "I mostly just make sure he doesn't get himself killed when we head out on missions together."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 14, 2019 3:48:52 GMT -5
HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt ( and Lark <Raintalon> Iceclaw in case anyone wants to rescue Sandalphon. XD ) Sandalphon took an awful long time to come up with any sort of question, but Amico was patient. He sniffed a couple times, just to prevent himself from yawning. He wasn't tired. He wasn't. That was just not what he could be and that was final. But Sandalphon distracted him enough that Amico could satisfactorily put that out of his mind. If he realized that Sandalphon had only asked his name in case his parents were looking for him than the small boy didn't say anything. Instead, he looked down at the feather curiously. His head tilted a bit, looking over the shaft and the various parts that made it up. "Peacock?" he hazarded. No ... he didn't really have much idea. But it looked large and weren't peacock feathers large? "Why do you want to know?" he asked instead. Sandalphon was wrong if he thought he was completely avoiding the little boy's questions. "It's just a feather. Why would you want to know what it is?"
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 14, 2019 5:52:33 GMT -5
</div>Vincent blinked slowly as he watched his needle prick slowly deflate the energy expressed in the man’s face. The performer was silent as Matt began to explain, eyebrow cocked just slightly. “I see,” he said simply before the man carried on with a lighter note. He had no idea what not right in the head entailed - but figured if he tried asking, he’d be intruding over too many barriers, soiling his good nature with the fellow. Seeing that Matt was making an attempt to find the better of life within his limitations, Vincent smiled slyly, making note but not commenting. He wanted to taunt the tavern goers more for their inexperience with the world - but it wasn’t like he was planning on giving Matt an offer to go anywhere with him. So, instead, he focused on the next thing that interested him in Matt’s tale. “Do you dance?” He inquired, smiling still.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 14, 2019 14:58:26 GMT -5
(RP anyone? o.o Bitte?)
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 14, 2019 15:11:30 GMT -5
"Hmm. That's not it. The shade of brown is too dark." Letting out a 'humph', the barista shook his head and replaced the plume back where he had stored it before. He couldn't say he wasn't disappointed at not getting a lead, but he figured he only had himself to blame. He had expected too much from such a young child. Perhaps he could bring it up to Markus later and get better results.
"Why?" Sandalphon echoed back, reaching back over to pick up his tankard in hopes of getting another jolt of caffeine out of it. To his suprise as he tilted it to look inside, his eyes were greeted with the dreaded sight of its empty bottom. Great, he had used his last batch of ingredients too. Of course he had more stored away in his quarters, but once he retired there for the night he wasn't coming back out.
He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, the discontent he felt immeasurable. "Same reason you are trying to pry into my own affairs, I wager. Simple curiosity." Sandalphon finally replied back. "Am I wrong?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 14, 2019 15:50:38 GMT -5
"A bit?" Amico said, though it didn't sound like he was that sure. It was curiosity and had no actual point, but that didn't stop him from asking. Sandalphon, however, had been asking about a feather. That wasn't a good conversation starter. "I was more of just tryin' to talk," he admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. The feather had rather killed the mood to interrogate Sandalphon endlessly. Now Amico struggled to think of what to say next. While he did, his mouth parted, showing a pink tongue and short teeth. He seemed to be in the process of loosing one of his canines, since it was loose. The yawn was long and when he closed his mouth again his eyes took a bit to loose the droopiness. "I think I got to go," he said. Not to bed, of course. He still wanted to avoid the nightmares. But Sandalphon might try to get his parents to come over if he waited around to long and the little boy didn't want to have to face that just yet. He slip off the chair and waved, before darting into the collection of people as quickly as possible. He wanted to excuse himself before anyone called him back. Hurriedly, he made for a tall guy who seemed to be talking with another guy. He remembered them coming in. One had had a saddle. The other he didn't have any recognizable features. Amico ran up and wiggled between them, chuckling a bit as he did. He looked up at both of them and said, "Who are you?" ( Cloverleaf and ®Hawkpath® That would be Hector and Kelsier, I believe? Unless I missed them moving.)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 14, 2019 16:00:17 GMT -5
(Yep! They didn’t go anywhere ^^ )
Kelsier chuckled. He and Hecter got along well enough, although he doubted they’d talk much if their sons hadn’t been dating. He himself was quite good at small talk, but there was only so much of it even he enjoyed. And the silence when you ran out of polite comments was always rather terrible. He was saved by a very small boy suddenly crashing into them, and he stepped back, hazel eyes widening in surprise as the body shoved its way between them. “Hey there.” He said, mouth quirking up in a bright smile. The boy couldn’t have been older than seven, and he could easily be younger than that. Where were his parents? A shadow flickered trough his expression at that thought, had they really let a kid that small run loose through a crowded pub? And he didn’t even want Nico out of his sight in here,... He didn’t show any of that in his tone though, which was light and cheerful. “My name’s Kelsier, and this is my friend, Hecter. Who are you?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 14, 2019 16:13:33 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. As Orpheus’ quiet, gentle song reached his ear, Kelsier felt himself go still. Not because of the beauty of it, though that was still far beyond anything he could do, but because he had already heard the man once before and this wasn’t just farther away. This was different in a much deeper, much more important way that he didn’t have words to describe, but he knew. He knew, and it unsettled him in that deep something’s wrong sense he had gotten from the odd mirrors twisting his reflection. He swallowed. The House was doing something to Orpheus, probably punishing him for letting Kelsier beat him. Because they weren’t working together at all, were they? This was a sick competition, him against his new friend, fairness be damned apparently because he wasn’t just human, he was Mistborn and one of the most powerful people in his own world. Orpheus.... Orpheus was strong in a completely different way. A way he probably didn’t know himself. Kelsier didn’t know everything about it, but hearing this version of his song made him realize what had been in the other one, and it wasn’t something anyone else he knew of had. He clenched his hands into fists, but held his tongue. Chastising the House would tell Orpheus that he knew, and two could play at the deception game. The younger blinker must have thought he wouldn’t keep playing the game if he told the truth, or he had some other reason, so Kelsier wasn’t going to let him catch on if he could help it. All he had to do was lose. That should be easy if you were trying, right? A smirk that was more of a grimace replaced his usual smile, and he closed his eyes for a second, letting the knowledge that this was going to be anything but easy wash over him. Then he opened his eyes and got to work. “Keep going. Don’t look down.” He encouraged the other man, and kneeled by the boards. “Mine might take a little longer, but I don’t want to ask you to scout out ahead if you think it’s too dangerous. Could you go through the door and then come back?
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Post by Numquam on Aug 14, 2019 17:21:07 GMT -5
The S type would have been delighted to learn her suggestions had helped, even a little. That had been her goal after all. "There are quite a few machines that fall under that class actually." 7S admitted, reaching up to rub her chin in thought, before jumping into a long-winded description of her target. "But as for the one I was talking about, it's actual designation is the 'Engels' type. It's bipedal with a vaguely humanoid shape and stands about the height of your average skyscraper. Instead of arms, it has two more Goliaths, which we call 'Marx' units, attached to it's sides for melee combat. It can also shoot lasers and bullets from it's mouth as ranged fire, along with missiles from its back." The scanner's tone of voice made it sound like she was presenting a science project, not describing a giant killing machine. As was usual when she got into talking about something from her world, she held up a hand and produced a small hologram of what she was detailing so Eises could see for herself. The tiny model of the Engels floated roughly six inches above the Android's outstretched palm, and was about two feet tall. Much smaller then the real thing of course. "Oh really?" 7S tilted her head in wonder. What would a biological Goliath look like? Provided that's what the ones Eises was talking about were anyway. "Probably not, but that wouldn't make them any less interesting! What are those like?" 7S couldn't hide the quick hint of surprise that flashed across her features at the mention of 6S. "Huh? N-no. While there are sets of 'sibling' Androids out there, we aren't one of them." Speaking of the subject, she had never really thought much about the relationship her and 6S shared. Close friends was how she'd describe it if anything. She let out a small laugh as she continued, "I mostly just make sure he doesn't get himself killed when we head out on missions together." Eises should have figured that 76 was talking about a machine and not a creature itself. She stared intently at the image that the android had projected from her hand. "He looks like an old-fashioned mech." There was something about his aesthetic that reminded her of Nis. "That sounds really big though...you said it's only you and 6S against that thing?" "Well, we have two goliaths back home. One of them is this big guy...he's about...10 feet tall? Do you have gorillas in your world? They walk like those. These guys have like, scales but it looks like rock, and they have moss on their backs. They got these long spiky tails and they look scary, but they're pretty gentle. I've got to ride some a few times." If her phone worked, she would show 7S a picture. "The other goliath is a Mulidais." Now how would she explain what that is? She thought to herself for a few seconds, gathering her thoughts, "Mulidais are like....demons? Do you know about demons? Well, they're not the same as those, but that's how you'd see them." They weren't demons in a religious sense, but merely the idea that they're horrifying and evil. "So like, the Mulidais are these creatures that are purpley-black with glowing white eyes and all they wanna do is kill and tear apart anything in sight. They're not...real animals, they're like demons that mages can summon. Their goliath is huge, like, as big as a building huge. They also sorta walk like gorillas, and they're all fuzzy too. They got these huge lower jaws and their teeth stick out everywhere." It was almost hard to believe, but once Eises was comfortable enough around a person, she was really one to ramble. "Are you two in a squad?" That stutter piqued Eises' curiosity. "I think androids being able to have any sorta relationship is neat. All the electronics back home, they don't have any sort of conscious and they can't think for themselves. They're just...uh, programs that don't think at all?" She wished Evina were here, the latter would be all over 7S. She could only imagine the stream of questions and hours-long conversation her and 7S would have.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 14, 2019 18:12:56 GMT -5
Off he went...
Sandalphon couldn't resist sighing again, although this time it was in relief. Good, no more children trying to pry things out of him that he didn't particularly want to discuss. Although he did feel a bit bad for leaving the boy unsatisfied in the end. Little did Amico know, however, that what small bits of information he had gotten out of the traveling barista was more then he told most other people. The boy had been quite lucky to hear any of it.
Now that was over, he didn't see any more reason to remain here.
"I'm retiring, Barkeep! If anything comes up, you both know where to find me." The barista called over his shoulder, as he left his tankard on the bartop and pushed off his seat for the final time. He carefully moved along the edge of the tavern floor so he didn't get in anyone's way, heading for the stairs that led towards the building's second floor lodgings.
The room set aside for him was at the farthest end of the hall, right where he preferred it. It was out of the way, quiet and nobody tended to bother him there. The sound of the bustle down on the bar floor faded into blissful silence as the door steadily drew closer. Placing a hand on the nob, Sandalphon twisted it and pushed his way inside, before shutting it back behind him.
The interior of the room wasn't too much different then any of the others, although it did have personalizations here and there. A large desk sat pushed against one wall, it's top almost buried by piles of books. While there were a some titles that stood out, such as a few about the legends of Canaan, guides to avoiding motion sickness, or general handbooks to various kingdoms, almost every single one besides was something related to tending to plants or brewing drinks. On what little free space was left, a map lay spread out, it's corners pinned under those mentioned books to keep it open. Near the window where it would get just enough sun, was a healthy coffee plant. Finally, sitting at the base of the bed was a chest with a sword in a blue scabbard laying on top. Inside were all of its owner's brewing ingredients and supplies, along with his most prized possessions, a pair of ornate drinking cups.
All traces of any previous gloomy emotions that the barista had been feeling melted away in quiet contentment as he stood there for a few seconds, enjoying the lack of noise. Despite the fact he was done working for the day, he still had stuff to do. He made his way over to his desk and made himself comfortable in preparation of a long night of figuring out where his next targets were hold up.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 14, 2019 18:32:54 GMT -5
®Hawkpath® Cloverleaf(Over protective much, Kelsier? >:-P ) Amico bounced on his heals and looked over at Hector, then back at Kelsier. Both were so tall! But then again, it was more accurate to say he was small. Amico stood on his toes, trying to gain a couple inches. This didn't do much, even when he unabashedly stood on Kelsier's feet to try and get a bit higher. Stepping off Kelsier's toes, he looked back to Hector and sniffed. "Nice ta meetcha!" he said brightly, his earlier tiredness disappearing in the face of a new introduction. Kelsier was looking at him with the 'where are your parents' expression, however, so Amico supposed he might have to dash off again. "My name's Amico," he said. He looked up at Kelsier. "Where are you from? You aren't from here? Do you have friends here? What's your job? Do you have kids? Do you have pets? Are there lions where you're from? What about angels? Do you like food? Do you know any dragons?" This was another random string of questions like he had given Sandalphon. Why change the script if it worked?
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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 14, 2019 22:07:22 GMT -5
Having greeted Kelsier and caught up with each other, Hector had cleared his throat and had been almost ready to bid Kelsier farewell for now and look at getting a room for the night when a small child ran up without any hesitation. Hector quirked an eyebrow, subtly placing a hand over the leather pouch of money in his pocket. Random, over friendly kid? Probably just a kid. But it was a bit suspicious. Especially in a tavern like this after dark, and after the bells.
He shared a look with the other man, knowing they'd both have some concerns about the situation, but he, like Kelsier, kept his expression from being too stormy. As Kelsier introduced him, Hector nodded in greeting and held out a hand in a way that was almost patronizing, indulging Amico's excitement. "A pleasure."
He pressed his lips together, trying (and failing) to hold back a chuckle as Amico suddenly interrogated the goat herder. Good luck, he mouthed to Kelsier, amusement in his dark brown eyes.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 15, 2019 0:51:00 GMT -5
Eliyen sat at a small table by herself looking quite bored. She took a sip from her tankard and glanced out the window at her horse, still tied where she'd left it. Luckily whatever had been taking the people from the town didn't seem to be too interested in animals. She wondered why that was. After another glance around the room failed to give her anything interesting to do, she removed a small knife from her glove and started carving a small shape into the corner of table. She probably wasn't supposed to do that but it wasn't like anyone was paying attention to her.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 15, 2019 2:17:14 GMT -5
A nose poked over the edge of the table and almost hit the knife. A face with a mop of brown hair soon followed, large green eyes looking at the red-haired Eliyen. It stared at the knife in surprised before, after a second, the small child said, "Whatcha doing?" How he had gotten under the table was anyone's guess. But it was pretty clear that he was now focusing on Eliyen to bug. His green eyes were wide and curious. "You writin' something on the table?" His voice was a bit louder than was probably conspicuous.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 15, 2019 9:30:32 GMT -5
(He really, really is. Nico is gonna need to have a talk with him sometime soon cx )
Kelsier raised an eyebrow as the kid - Amico - stepped purposefully on his shoes and then off again. He was much too small for it to be uncomfortable, so instead it was just funny, and the goat herder had to stifle a laugh at the excited antics. He noticed Hector’s careful movement, but he didn’t call attention to it. It was prudent, nothing more, and he wasn’t going to hurt this kid’s feelings by doing the same now that he had his full attention. He’d rather be robbed, frankly. He’d have to be more careful about his expression though, Amico looked ready to bolt at any second if he caught on that Kelsier was worried about him and his parents. It could be that he didn’t have any parents, in which case it was best for Kelsier to stay as close to him as he could and keep an eye on him. He had enough experience with kids to know that losing one was easier than finding one. At the questions, his other eyebrow went up, giving him a look that was almost surprise but not quite. It was a good thing he had a decent memory, he supposed, and caught Hector’s eye with a boyish grin that said he was more than up to the challenge. He could take Amico. “Let’s see...” He began thoughtfully. “I’m from the hills, I don’t have friends here specifically but Hector and his son Sam are here right now, I’m a goatherd, I have one son, the goats count as pets, we have mountain lions but not often, no angels, I like most food, and I don’t personally know any dragons but I’ve seen them.” He grinned again, fun sparking in his hazel eyes. “So? What about you? What’s your favorite color, and your favorite food, and your favorite thing to do?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 15, 2019 9:40:49 GMT -5
Ougi had certainly become distracted by the recent happenings in her life. She was odd to see after the incident, because there was no evidence that it had occurred except the evidence on her: ash, tattered clothes, and the look in her eye. Those surely could have come from other sources, it was only her word that said otherwise. But when employing deduction, one always had to submit to the possibility they had put the pieces together incorrectly. He was right about destinies. At least, she believed so. To her they were merely long strings of actions done by people unto themselves and others. That wouldn't stop people from mistaking those stars though, and she couldn't help but chastise anyone she found living that way. When he placed the page in her hand, her pale face turned down and read it in a blur. Her eyes moved slowly and smoothly left to right, not letting one word go unnoticed. Finally, she inhaled to show that she was ready to provide an assessment. "Oh, it's quite romantic, isn't it? I'm sure something like this will be popular in two or three hundreds of years." Breaking the fourth wall, slightly, and casually. The rogue turned the page back toward L, but passed it too close to the lit candle near the center of the table. It promptly caught fire, and she smoothly brought her free hand to her chalice as if having predicted this and been prepared. She tipped it to douse this piece in the remainder of her milk, leaving only a hole singed through near the "mirror to my soul" line. "...I'm sorry about that." It came out stilted, and she gave it back to him with the same stiltedness in her arm. L thought that destiny was an overused term, more than anything else. Did destiny exist? That depended on what you defined it as. People existed, and choices existed, so in a way destiny had to exist, right? But he didn’t think it existed until you were in the middle of it, living every choice and desire. Maybe it was a poetic way to describe it, but that was how he thought. He thought in stars and flowers with dirt in their roots. He thought in thunderstorms at night and twisted trees and fireflies not quite in unison. Romantic was probably a good word for it, but he tilted his head at the description, a small frown tugging at his eyebrows. “Three hundred years? Well, I suppose it’s better than nothing, although honestly I don’t write it for other people anyway.” He commented, not offended, just thoughtful. His inhales as it caught fire and let out his breath in a low hiss, reaching for the paper even as she dumped her milk on it. He winced, as though he was the one on fire, and took it back gingerly with the tips of his long fingers. “You’re kind of clumsy aren’t you?” He said simply, a little annoyed this time. After all, as much as he pretended not to care, these words were the only reason he got to eat without stealing. Not that he minded stealing, he was just bad at it. “Mm. Tell me what you really think. You’re not much for poetry, which makes you different enough from me to spot the flaws I won’t notice. Criticize it.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 15, 2019 16:50:22 GMT -5
®Hawkpath® Cloverleaf( Even Myrnin knows it's hard to draw hair, Clo. >:3) Now this was a far less scary and confusing response than Sandalphon's had been. Amico liked answers and when people didn't seem to mind giving them. He looked cheerfully up at Kelsier and then turned owlish eyes on Hector. He hadn't escaped either. But for now Kelsier had rescued him by asking Amico some of his own questions. "I like green and bread and I like talking to people and making things!" Amico said brightly, dancing from foot to foot. He hadn't made anything recently, but Rex had helped him make bread a couple times. Because of course Amico didn't need the help, but Rex probably would have felt left out if Amico hadn't let him assist. "What about you?" he asked Hector, pointing. "Where are you from? Why do you have a saddle? How tall are you? Do you know how to read? Can you read to me? Do you know magic? Can I see why your hair looks all fluffy? I bet it would be hard to draw. Has someone ever drawn it?" He looked beyond pleased that he could just spout out whatever came to his mind. He wasn't feeling so tired now!
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2019 18:23:49 GMT -5
Ougi just tilted her head to one side, letting her short dark hair fall that way, and smiled a fake smile when L called her clumsy. She didn't seem to register it, as though wanting to ignore it--as though she weren't really clumsy and she would be better off for it if clumsy was what he thought of her. Her ignorance to his annoyance abetted the hasty transition. "Surely you can't mean that you really write it for no one but yourself," she chose instead as the direction of the conversation. "Do you think that, in a vacuum, one would be writing poetry?" The vagrant was testing the fourth wall a little with that one. She kept her head tilted as it was, looking down her nose at him and narrowing her eyes slightly to assess him. But before she could question him too much, she addressed his next query. "I think it's simple, and overdone. It reads like some of it could be taken from somewhere else. It also feels like you've never been to any of these places or done any of these things." Ruthless, she was. There was no need for her to even turn her eyes downward to glance at the page again; she remembered it all well, apparently. Her eyes became nearly slits now and she appeared like she might regret what she would say next. But she was embarrassingly interested. "You wouldn't happen to have more poems about mirrors, would you?" The words came out slow, and every few words were drawn out.
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Post by Lark on Aug 15, 2019 22:31:07 GMT -5
"For the children, they seemed awfully hungry, perhaps the stew would be a fitting choice." The scholar pondered all the while vast amounts of travelers wandering about. She gazed around her, the faces she hadn't recognized yielded no shock or concern, just relief. Chamomile snapped her head up at a sudden realization when the to small figures vanished from sight. Glances over towards the exit and entrance of the furnished establishment snapped in her head - Amico's adventurous tendencies lead him to peculiar places. Such as the first time the child had found the peculiar dragon but now wasn't the time to recount such a tale.
Craning her head above those close to her it was the wave of small hands that tipped her off. "Pardon me, I believe there's a matter to be tended to." She quietly removed herself from the table sending Rex a silent look that said 'I'm sorry'. A mother would fuss at the thought of losing children yet the same couldn't be said for the scholar's case. From the time she hatched it was luck she had been found by a kind human, not a ferocious predator or a hostile hunter. If she did well without her first set of parents than both her children could live. Its a wonder how history tended to repeat itself so seamlessly.
"Mei, come close," She was close enough to whisper into the girls ear, her steps might have well been unnoticed and silent as no one bothered to bat an eye in her direction. "We wouldn't want to lose you as well, do we? Your brother couldn't have gone too far." There was no point for causing a panic, all was not lost...yet.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 16, 2019 15:39:43 GMT -5
"Yeah." 7S said with a nod. "Command doesn't usually send S types like us into fights like this, but if we don't do something, it'll pass right through the nearby resistance camp."
Again...
This situation was very similar to one that happened a few months after 7S had first rolled out. Things had been very different then, and she had been both alone and in a much...worse off place. Needless to say that mission hadn't gone well. Now however, the scanner was confident everything would be fine.
Probably...
There was no hiding the excitement that lit up the S type's face as Eises started detailing her own versions of Goliaths, her hidden eyes almost glowing from the anticipation. From the sound of it, one was a native species from the wolf girl's world, while the other was more of a otherworldly entity. "What happens when one of these 'Mulidais' ones shows up? How do you fight it?" To be honest, that one sounded extremely intimidating, while the smaller ones were more fascinating, especially if they were docile.
A gigantic, magical creature the size of a building, huh? Imagine how a fight between that and an Engles would play out...
"Not officially, no. All the units of our type are supposed to work alone, but the Commander likes to pair us up since our mission statistics go through the roof when we're deployed together." That might been a slight exaggeration, but it wasn't too far from the truth. Their ability to exceed expectations was exactly why the pair were regularly sent out with each other. "Although... I have the feeling half the reason she has me watching over him, is so he actually does his job and doesn't spend the whole mission needlessly getting into combat."
"Well." The Scanner mused as she tilted her head in thought. "That's how A.I. started off back home too, I think. Give it a few decades and maybe you'll have a few sentient robots running around somewhere."
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Post by Numquam on Aug 16, 2019 17:01:53 GMT -5
One of Eises' ears flattened, "Is everyone else busy? Two sounds risky." 7S mentioned she wasn't a fighting model, would she really be alright? Of course, Eises had no idea what kind of fighting power 7S and 6S had, so maybe things would turn out fine. Just because an enemy was big didn't automatically mean they were too difficult to fight. She hoped this was the case with Engels.
"When they show up?" Eises laughed, "You panic and pray." The last time she fought a Mulidais she had to wear bandages over both eyes for a week. "Seriously though, the thing with the Mulidais...if one shows up, that means there's a hundred more nearby. There's all kinds of Mulidais and you always find them in swarms. Like...sometimes you can't even see the ground, that's how many there are." There was a reason people called them demon hordes. "With them, they just...don't stop. All they want to do is tear you apart, literally. Even if you rip out their limbs, they'll still try to find ways to bite your face off. Even if they're missin' half of of their body, they keep going." She lightly scratched her head, "With any kind of Mulidais, you wanna cut their heads off or maybe stab into their brains or hearts..." Anything that would mean a quick death was the best way to deal with them. "You really don't want to run into one." She then grinned widely, "It's why we named our group after them."
Working alone? That didn't sound very pleasant. She would hate to be an S type, group work was usually better for her unless it was a certain battle or few. She couldn't help but snort. "That reminds me of someone back home. Does he like to run off on his own?"
Eises wasn't sure if she wanted technology to become sentient in Theia. That would just make her feel more guilty for having her phone run out of battery. Not to mention she was already paranoid about the front facing cameras on her phone and the computers at the Echo. "I wonder how that would work. We already have technology that can talk...it still can't think for itself though." She wasn't sure how even that was possible. Even having Evina explain it made her head hurt.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 16, 2019 17:23:08 GMT -5
( »ƑαƖcση Hey, ya around?)
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Post by Protractor on Aug 16, 2019 19:39:57 GMT -5
(School is gonna kill me.Did I miss anything?
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 16, 2019 21:44:36 GMT -5
(psst Razz I’ll still reply but my muse spiked for this and UHH ILL TIME SKIP BC THE CHERRY ROOM IS HELLA COOL??))
Hook - Makeup Room Hook blinked in, the scent of powder and bright lights causing him to recoil slightly. Blinking away the shock of the new vibrant illumination, the pirate looked around slowly, squinting slightly at the stained checkered floor. His eyes lifted reluctantly towards the pastel pink walls, stickers of victorian-style vines and swirls reaching down from the ceiling, the pattern black and peeling off the wall from where it’d been poorly stuck. Black furniture lined the room, large vanity mirrors looming over strategically placed tables; all which were littered with various baskets and drawers. In front of each was a pair of stools facing each other, black cushions sitting atop. Curious, he wandered over to the nearest stool, throwing his leg over it and sitting himself down. He stared over the empty space the chair had him facing for a moment, then turned to view the rest of the empty room, then slowly faced the drawers on the table beside him. Opening one, he was met with the familiar sight of makeup brushes - far more than anything he’d ever seen but still recognizable. Removing them, he opened the next, curling back his lip at the sight of an odd narrow black box.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 16, 2019 22:01:15 GMT -5
Matt grinned as Vince brought up dancing. “Do I? Yes. Am I good? Nope. Take what you want from that.” Truthfully, Matt’s version of dancing was more like chaotic, unfocused flailing, but he could often be found doing it in the fields or even in the town square, throwing himself around with a sort of wild abandon that a more self-conscious man might envy. “Why do you ask that?” he asked, leaning his elbows on the counter as he watched the other man, wide eyes scanning his expression with a single-minded intent that was impressive considering the general chaos of the tavern.
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