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Post by Shadepelt15 on Aug 16, 2019 22:04:47 GMT -5
With as much grace and elegance as one could have meanwhile, Shade blinked in. Her hair was tame, having just reached the point where you could call it dry, and her expression was cool and controlled as she looked up at someone no longer there. Upon being greeted with not a face but a blinding light, she winced and lifted one arm to shield her eyes while she tried to regain some of her lost composure. In her agitation her tail flicked back and forth, betraying her lingering distaste even as she began to look around at the room. None of this was particularly familiar... She'd seen a few shops with the same vanity mirrors, little stations with two chairs, but mostly just in the city and the lights were always off. Among the reflections of light did she notice a very familiar silhouette, causing her to stiffen momentarily. This didn't stop her from starting to drift around the room, however, though she did glance at him occasionally. Most of her attention was turned to the small boxes of powder, the tall vases of pencils and brushes, and much more displayed on a far wall alongside what she recognized to be perfume. Lifting a minuscule jar, she lifted the lid off and dipped her finger into the black goop it contained. At first it was fine, entertaining and curious as she rubbed it between her fingers, then she realized it wouldn't come off. "Eugh... Do you know what this is?" she asked, turning the upper half of her body to address Hook. Her eyes were not unkind as she looked at him, although cautious. Neither was her tone aggressive, just as casual as it would be with anyone else if not slightly more confused in her desperation to get her hands clean. Which, she was still trying, having grabbed a delicate tissue and trying to wipe it off, soon finding that just made it worse, and much more spread out.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 16, 2019 22:05:01 GMT -5
“He trusts people,” said Mei, worry tugging at the edges of her normally monotone voice. “No matter who they are. He could end up with someone dangerous.” She ran her eyes over the crowd again, but came up empty, no sign of her younger brother anywhere. “I should go look for him,” she said, apparently indifferent to Cham’s suggestion to not wander off. “You should, too. You could find him faster, with how tall you are.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 16, 2019 22:11:57 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. L considered her thoughtfully, watching her eyes. It was hard to read people. They were so...strange, in a way that facts weren’t, in a way that poetry was. One of the things that made him attracted to writing was the fact that he didn’t understand it himself, so it was okay if no one else did. He thought it made sense somewhere, just maybe in a different universe. He tilted her head the same way she did, apparently copying her again, though whether or not it was intentional was hard to tell. “Yes.” He said simply. “I would still write poetry in a vacuum. The same way I would still wonder what I was and what I was doing there. It’s not an action, it’s a part of me.” He listened to her criticism, more curious than anything else, because it was a different mind reading the words and he wanted to know what that looked like. It turned out it looked like he wasn’t very good, which he already knew anyway. “A couple, but I don’t have them with me and I don’t remember them word for word.” He admitted. “Mirrors are a good thing to write about. Why?” He leaned forward a little, staring at her with wide, unblinking eyes. “Are you interested in mirrors?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 17, 2019 3:33:27 GMT -5
(School is gonna kill me.Did I miss anything? If you want to say your character made it to the inn you can, though no one new is currently arriving. Or you can RP normally in the living room! Otherwise you haven't missed anything. ))
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 17, 2019 4:13:36 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. Eliyen nearly dropped the knife in her haste to cover whatever she'd been doing when something popped out from under the table, only to relax when she realized it was just a child. "Uh, hey there kid."
She glanced around, expecting to see his parents or someone searching for him, but didn't notice anyone nearby. Why would there be a kid his age alone in a tavern, especially so late at night in this town?
At his slightly too loud question, her eyes widened in mock concern and she put a finger to her lips. "Shh, don't go gettin' me in trouble now," she said quietly. The elf glanced from the boy to the table and back, then with a mischievous smile, shifted her hand just slightly so he could see the table. The carving seemed to be a sort of half-formed symbol involving a bird. "Just a little thing, bet they'll never even notice."
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 17, 2019 11:24:03 GMT -5
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? There had been something different in Kelsier’s tone, but Orpheus couldn’t quite place what. Yet he was clinging on to his pole for dear life, trying to balance without sending himself toppling back to the ground and taking the pole with him. He hadn’t realized yet that it was a competition. He still thought the House was targeting him specifically so he would have to pass these rooms like a normal person would. That made the most sense, didn’t it? “Mm… happy to scout… ahead,” Orpheus managed, breathless as he leapt the last few feet and found himself hanging on to the bottom of the empty doorway by his fingertips. He scrabbled at the wall before finally managing to push himself all the way up, where he let out a surprised ‘whoop’ of excitement. He hadn’t been sure he could make it, but there he was. The doorway was still dark on the other side, but the young man eased himself into a seated position, back against the doorframe, to wait. He had technically passed through the door, and was now sitting half inside half outside the doorway. Technically, he had ‘won.’ “Let me know when you make it up!” Orpheus called, his voice still rather giddy. He hadn’t expected to make it, and he couldn’t help but feel slightly proud of himself for having climbed up to the door unaided. “Or just tell me that you’re okay and I’ll take a look ahead.” Truth was, he wasn’t too keen on leaving Kelsier in a room alone. It seemed as though they had both exited at the same time from the other challenges, so why was this one any different? Or maybe he was wrong about that. Orpheus had been so preoccupied with his own struggle that he hadn’t been paying as much attention to Kelsier as he should have been. Perhaps because between the two of them, Kelsier seemed the more capable. “Seems unfair they should raise your door higher than mine was,” Orpheus admitted. “Perhaps the next challenge will be harder for me than it is for you.” That was only fair, wasn’t it? If the House has any sort of balance… but L had told him it didn’t. Orpheus couldn’t abide by that. Whatever lay in the darkness, he hoped Kelsier had an easier time at it than Orpheus himself did.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 17, 2019 12:57:35 GMT -5
Ougi gave a soft, patronizing laugh, bringing her head away from its tilt. Apparently, something L said had been entertaining. "But that's a lie!" she said. "You wouldn't be writing poetry. There isn't even a need for language without other people. You think you're so distant from them, but you're not." She turned her amused look toward the rest of the tavern. "That thing that you think is so inherently a part of you is really just something made by everything around you. Only a tiny part of it actually came from you, and that isn't enough to write a single poem." She drew her cloak up between them like a wing, as if bashful when he inquired about the mirrors. "I'm only interested enough to read them if you have them with you." At that she sighed in resignation, adjusting herself in her wooden chair. She seemed surprised he had any poems about mirrors at all, whether the writings were here or not. She particularly avoided answering the question directly, keeping that topic in the reign of poetry.
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 17, 2019 15:58:34 GMT -5
Morrigan blinked onto one of the stools, leaning back on what was presumed to be a chair with a headrest. She fell to the floor before she could even comprehend what was going on. The melody in her throat died, and a startled look appeared on her face as she looked over to her right hand. The thing that was in it was long gone, a good thing in retrospect. Still, she let out a small sigh, before getting up. "This is the Paradox House." She somewhat addressed the two others in the room, the question sounding more like a statement. She regarded the blinkers for a moment, before moving on to the room. It didn't seem very magical- more like a less glorified version of Dame Chanda's room. She frowned.
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Post by Protractor on Aug 17, 2019 17:06:22 GMT -5
(School is gonna kill me.Did I miss anything? If you want to say your character made it to the inn you can, though no one new is currently arriving. Or you can RP normally in the living room! Otherwise you haven't missed anything. )) (I'll prolly just put him in the living room bc I'll be mia too much to do anything else
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 17, 2019 17:54:33 GMT -5
The small boy looked a little nervous about the whole thing. Why shouldn't he tell? What if this elf lady was doing something really wrong? He eyed what she was carving into the table, looking at it from all angles. He didn't understand what it was. "They probably would to notice," he said, slightly agitated. "You shouldn't mark up people's tables. Dad says you should hurt other people's stuff." This from personal experience of Amico messing up other people's stuff. That was what happened when you sometimes liked to throw temper-tantrums. Well ... not 'liked' ... but still doing so. "What does this mean anyway?" he asked, stabbing his index finger down on the mark like Eliyen had just used her knife to stab at the wood. "Is it your name? Do you like birds or something?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 17, 2019 17:55:30 GMT -5
If you want to say your character made it to the inn you can, though no one new is currently arriving. Or you can RP normally in the living room! Otherwise you haven't missed anything. )) (I'll prolly just put him in the living room bc I'll be mia too much to do anything else (Okay! I'll blink someone in after you do. Would you like Arthur again or want me to blink in The Doctor?)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 17, 2019 20:30:25 GMT -5
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? There had been something different in Kelsier’s tone, but Orpheus couldn’t quite place what. Yet he was clinging on to his pole for dear life, trying to balance without sending himself toppling back to the ground and taking the pole with him. He hadn’t realized yet that it was a competition. He still thought the House was targeting him specifically so he would have to pass these rooms like a normal person would. That made the most sense, didn’t it? “Mm… happy to scout… ahead,” Orpheus managed, breathless as he leapt the last few feet and found himself hanging on to the bottom of the empty doorway by his fingertips. He scrabbled at the wall before finally managing to push himself all the way up, where he let out a surprised ‘whoop’ of excitement. He hadn’t been sure he could make it, but there he was. The doorway was still dark on the other side, but the young man eased himself into a seated position, back against the doorframe, to wait. He had technically passed through the door, and was now sitting half inside half outside the doorway. Technically, he had ‘won.’ “Let me know when you make it up!” Orpheus called, his voice still rather giddy. He hadn’t expected to make it, and he couldn’t help but feel slightly proud of himself for having climbed up to the door unaided. “Or just tell me that you’re okay and I’ll take a look ahead.” Truth was, he wasn’t too keen on leaving Kelsier in a room alone. It seemed as though they had both exited at the same time from the other challenges, so why was this one any different? Or maybe he was wrong about that. Orpheus had been so preoccupied with his own struggle that he hadn’t been paying as much attention to Kelsier as he should have been. Perhaps because between the two of them, Kelsier seemed the more capable. “Seems unfair they should raise your door higher than mine was,” Orpheus admitted. “Perhaps the next challenge will be harder for me than it is for you.” That was only fair, wasn’t it? If the House has any sort of balance… but L had told him it didn’t. Orpheus couldn’t abide by that. Whatever lay in the darkness, he hoped Kelsier had an easier time at it than Orpheus himself did. Kelsier waited to be called out in his little deception, but thankfully it seemed Orpheus hadn’t realized the truth of the room yet. Good. He needed more time if he was gonna figure out how to lose. Maybe it was because of his powers, but so far, the rooms hadn’t been too hard. Except maybe for the riddle room (he sucked at riddles) most of the challenges had been physical ones, and if there was one thing Allomancy excelled at, it was dexterity. He was about halfway up his pole, burning pewter more out of habit than need, when the other man’s voice reached him and he paused to give his own encouraging shout. “Ha! Who needs powers? I knew you could do it.” And hopefully, he’d done a little more than he realized. “I’m close, don’t worry about me. If anything happens, I'll give you a shout and you should look out for anything similar in your version, okay? So far it’s been pretty much identical. Well, except for the fact that his door had been much higher, but that was actually a fair difference. In fact, it was far more than he’d come to expect from this place. He kept climbing, and it was a matter of seconds before he reached the top and swung easily up to the door. “Alright, I’m up. Shall we see what the next challenge is?” He paused. “Nah, it was actually more fair than I expected it to be.” He admitted to the blinker he still couldn’t see. “With my Allomancy, your door would have been a cinch. Don’t worry about me, just keep an eye out for trouble on your side, okay?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 17, 2019 20:58:08 GMT -5
L’s eyes went round as she spoke, giving his the look of an especially pale owl. He didn’t interrupt her. Why would he? She was such a fascinating person, with her habits and the way she spoke and the way she thought. She had things in her brain that no one else did, and that made her very, very interesting. She had his full attention now. “So what you’re saying it, in a different universe, I might not know the first thing about poetry.” He said thoughtfully. “Then again, I might not even speak the same language. Or like mead. I might not even be anything like the me I know right now. Is that what you’re saying?” He was probably completely misunderstanding her actually, but he didn’t mind too much, because then she would probably explain. “But that’s the beauty of it. I would still write in a vacuum, not because it comes from me, but because I would get something from the vacuum and write about it. It’s all about how whatever around me influences me, and how I as a person perceive it. That’s all.” He smiled. “Well, maybe I could write you something, if you wanted.” He suggested. “But enough about me. What about mirrors interests you?” ( Razzle Dazzle)
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 17, 2019 21:24:11 GMT -5
Orpheus laughed softly, perhaps beginning to believe in himself for the first time. He had always been rather uncertain about himself, even despite Hermes’ constant reassurance, but now… it felt like he had done something good. He wished he could turn around and help Kelsier to the top - though it did strike him as odd that Kelsier, who had until now been better at the physical tasks - was having trouble now. Perhaps it was that the House overestimated his powers. Or maybe it was taunting the other blinker and draining his power too. Why hadn’t Kelsier said anything if that was the case? Then again, it seemed as though the other blinker could be quite stubborn as well. Not that Orpheus was really stubborn so much as unwilling to let others suffer even at the cost of his own happiness. He waited a few more moments to make sure he didn’t hear anything going terribly wrong with Kelsier before he stood up and entered the next room. It was empty, as far as he could tell. “I don’t see anything yet,” he called, surprised that his voice didn’t sound any quieter than it had before. It had dropped in every room he had entered, hadn’t it? So why not now? He tapped his fingers against his legs, not quite sure what to do with his hands as he waited. “Maybe we’re done? Maybe once you get here the House will bring us back to the living room?” Despite the thin tremble of hope in his voice, he didn’t actually believe that was the case. Perhaps the House was just waiting for Kelsier to join the room before it decided what challenge was next.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 17, 2019 21:36:50 GMT -5
With as much grace and elegance as one could have meanwhile, Shade blinked in. Her hair was tame, having just reached the point where you could call it dry, and her expression was cool and controlled as she looked up at someone no longer there. Upon being greeted with not a face but a blinding light, she winced and lifted one arm to shield her eyes while she tried to regain some of her lost composure. In her agitation her tail flicked back and forth, betraying her lingering distaste even as she began to look around at the room. None of this was particularly familiar... She'd seen a few shops with the same vanity mirrors, little stations with two chairs, but mostly just in the city and the lights were always off. Among the reflections of light did she notice a very familiar silhouette, causing her to stiffen momentarily. This didn't stop her from starting to drift around the room, however, though she did glance at him occasionally. Most of her attention was turned to the small boxes of powder, the tall vases of pencils and brushes, and much more displayed on a far wall alongside what she recognized to be perfume. Lifting a minuscule jar, she lifted the lid off and dipped her finger into the black goop it contained. At first it was fine, entertaining and curious as she rubbed it between her fingers, then she realized it wouldn't come off. "Eugh... Do you know what this is?" she asked, turning the upper half of her body to address Hook. Her eyes were not unkind as she looked at him, although cautious. Neither was her tone aggressive, just as casual as it would be with anyone else if not slightly more confused in her desperation to get her hands clean. Which, she was still trying, having grabbed a delicate tissue and trying to wipe it off, soon finding that just made it worse, and much more spread out. Hook could hear the sound of someone else blinking in, but his eyes stayed down as he continued unboxing random tools. He anticipated the jeering voice of someone behind him, mocking him for his curious rifling, but instead the voice behind him was kind, and familiar. He lifted his gaze sharply, finding Shade’s reflection in the mirror in front of him. He stared at her face for a moment, lips parted slightly as he tried to remember what all he’d been wanting to say to her. He felt, tragically, that he was lacking any form of proof that he’d been trying as hard as he had to do what she’d said. It was like she was here too early, despite how desperately he’d been wanting to see her again. “I, uh...” he watched her for a moment, the intimidation unintentionally slipping away as she struggled to clean her hands. He looked like he wanted to say something about it, slightly smiling, but choking it back out of uncertainty. “It’s...makeup. Well, that’s...not...really,” he hesitated, knowing damn well what he had around his eyes, though felt as though it was an inappropriate time to bring it up. He turned away from the mirror and faced her now, reluctant. “It’ll come off,” he commented, clearly distracted. The statement hung for a moment. “I don’t think anyone’s noticed but...I’ve been trying what you said.” His words were abrupt, like they’d been building up for some time. He sucked in a breath afterwards, like he wanted to explain himself further, but instead he held it in. He wanted to hear her reaction before he pressed his limits, and his eyes were hopeful as he watched her face. She could believe him or not...but he hoped she knew he wouldn’t lie to her.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Aug 17, 2019 23:14:04 GMT -5
The likeliness of her admitting just how nice it was to hear his voice again to anyone was less than existent, but by the Gods; As soon as he spoke she felt new liveliness breathed into her soul, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders and a pressure off her chest, leaving her to breathe clearly. The impact of it effected her visibly, her shoulders shuddering gently as she inhaled. Her lips almost curled into a smile, absolutely certain that he was refraining from teasing her again getting her hands dirty without knowing what it was. "Hm. Well, so long as its not permanent, then thats fine," she said, her voice carrying on the back of a light sigh. It had been so long since she'd spoken to him, so many things had happened... She had to remind herself why she wasn't supposed to. Vaguely she recalled... Well, there was Dark Hook, but that had been resolved as far as she personally was aware, but then there was the conflict with Rex and... Oh. Oh right. Then, as if he'd read her mind; Her eyes snapped up, slowly turning her head to follow. What she'd said?... Did he really-? Hes serious? Her eyebrows lifted as she looked at the reflection of his face through one of the mirrors. A moment passed, then another as she mulled that over properly, sifting through and putting her doubts and worries to rest. Never had she thought he would lie to her, maybe leave out details, but... "You have?" she asked, angling herself to look at him properly, a gentle light lifting the usual solemness from her features.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 17, 2019 23:42:50 GMT -5
Stubborn. That was a good word to describe Kelsier. This was still a challenge, it was just a different one now that he thought he knew the point of the game, and his goals had changed. Before he’d been doing his best to succeed; now he was doing his best to fail. And he thought he was pretty good at it, so far. When he stepped through the door, something happened. It was like he couldn’t breath for a second, or there was a pressure on the inside of his throat. It lasted for just a second, but he was pretty sure he knew what it meant. If Orpheus’s strain had been any clue, anyway. He cleared his throat experimentally: and there it was. Not pain. Just... Just a little bit of emptiness that shouldn’t have been there. There was something happening in front of him, and he looked up, then let out a low, guttural noise like a wounded animal and looked down. No. No no no something else, House, pick something else. “Orpheus?” He tried, staring at the ground in front of his feet. It was too quiet. He tried again. “Orpheus? Can you...do you see anything?”
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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 17, 2019 23:44:51 GMT -5
Hector looked up, scanning the tavern to see if there was anyone obviously searching for a young child. "Mm?" He looked down at Amico as he addressed him, blinking a few times as he took in the barrage of questions. Did the kid expect him to just rattle off the answers? Well, it was what Kelsier and the kid had done. "I'm from a village near here. I've got a saddle because I've got a horse, and I'm taller than you."
"I know how to read. What would you even want me to read, anyways? Do you know how? I don't know magic, and I'm guessing you don't?" Hector continued. He put a hand up to his hair as Amico mentioned it. The dark brown curls were pulled back in a simple ponytail, though some locks had escaped and hung loose about his face. "Draw?" He repeated, not following the kid's thought process. "No, why would someone draw it?"
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 17, 2019 23:49:08 GMT -5
The pirate let out a gentle breath, the tension in his shoulders melting away at the sight of her creeping smile. As she brightened at the mention of his efforts, he lifted himself up with more confidence, glad to have someone who wouldn’t just laugh in his face when he spoke. He still struggled to understand why it was such an impossible concept for the others, but the sight of faith in her eyes was a refreshing boost of determination. “Aye,” He said, excited to agree, “trying to,” he then added. It felt important to emphasize that, despite his efforts, he wasn’t flawless. Disappointing as that was, the honesty felt nice. “I don’t want to say it been hard but,” he raised his eyebrows, “it’s been...hard. I doubt anyone would tell you likewise, but I’ve been watching how things...escalate.” He paused. “I haven’t died - and I haven’t been assaulted in a...decent amount of time.” He sounded far too proud of himself for him to be joking, but perhaps he hoped she’d find humor in his bizarre standards as she usually would. He was struggling, sure, but perhaps he was doing good enough to at least get her to tease him.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Aug 18, 2019 0:48:20 GMT -5
She listened patiently, smiling softly at first as he mentioned the struggle, and the initial lack of fruition to his efforts. Hearing that he hadn't been beaten lately made her smile broaden, then slowly take on that usual sly, sarcastic look. As she looked him over she realized it was true; he didn't have any sign of a limp, and there was no appearance of bruises or aches in his demeanor. Her eyes remained soft as she told him, "I'm proud of you, thats really wonderful," and "Its also very refreshing to see you in your natural colors instead of blue and purple." It was pretty half-assed for a tease, if you could even call it that, mostly just because it was true. Seeing him like this was sweet, and it was good to see him in good condition. And not dead. "Haven't been in here much myself, but I've been hearing a few things... Mostly that people still don't seem to like you, but good on you for not getting in fights," she said, laughing softly. "I'm sure its been very hard not beating up dumbasses."
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Post by Auransky on Aug 18, 2019 1:32:53 GMT -5
The Monster Room - Reflections The round man tidied his coat , he wasn’t happy with the girl untying the doctor. They were very close to the end, a cycle they had been forced to live and die, time and time again. It was terrible, life was dragging on, and he wanted to return to his time, his place, his family. This game the end was within their grasp, they would be returned to the moment they were taken from their reality. These people of different places, and different times forced to live a newly assigned life, and only able to remember their actual life near the end of the story. And now they were willingly giving their way out away, might as well scream, do over! The round man man was very offended, to be questioned only minutes before their time limit has ended. Then again, they knew nothing and they were just brought into this worl, or perhaps outsiders who too have been looped and didn’t know about it? If they have never entered hellfire in the previous loops then they would have no recollection of the events replaying. The round man’s eyes widened. This was the first he was learning this newfound information. The fact that their tormentor was living closer then they initiallly believed was even more offending then loosing the popularity contest to a non church official. Yet his hands made fists as he stoood there trying to hold himself back from running to the man who was openly sharing his life story. And yet he failed to hold himself, he attempted to run for the man with yellow-green eyes, only to be held back by the Vicor and the yard-captain.
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Post by Auransky on Aug 18, 2019 1:33:36 GMT -5
The Monster Room - Reflections The vicar looked down, it was as though sin had been screamed into the ceiling of the supposed holy room they were in. Yet recalling the discovery the yard captain showed him, was a memory he wished to forget. He initially argued with the others, against the doctor’s guilt and yet the people, and the books, it made his own faith tremble.
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Post by Auransky on Aug 18, 2019 1:34:17 GMT -5
The Monster Room - Reflections The yard captain watched , all his senses on edge. He was weary of what the doctor would do, then again the doctor would show his light, and friendly side. It was the best benefit to play the role of victim, that way the strangers side with him. Oh what foods they were, but a part of him to felt bad. This was the local doctor, a man that dedicated himself to saving the people. What a shame that he was blinded by power. The captain cleared his throat, he found kid’s question all too memorable. “There was a butcher who everyone in town respected, and would collaborate with. He too fell ill, and during his fever episodes, he grew afraid of his home, and his shop, claiming the animals, and the dead were out to get him. Well we relocated the man, away from his home as a means to cut the fear and episodes which followed. He got out, screaming frantically that the animals were coming with him, and that he had to get away. I can’t say exactly what happened that day, but folks claim he broke into his sho, then Started dumping everything onto the street, his apprentices and workers all frantically trying to stop him. Then he ran, and after searching for the butcher, well..” he looked down. “Found him dead, in an ally, hatchet to the back. Well, at least we assumed that, or-the doctor assumed that.” His gaze turned over to Willdhart. “He was the first, and only man on th scene. At first I thought not much of it, we let him go assuming he was just there by chance, but after the vicar shared his findings, I had yard asking all residents of their recollections of the day. Testimonies of the doctor being nearby, with an unusual large bag, which at the scene we found not initially. Of course, we didn’t because we didn’t see a bag, nor consider anything of the sorrowful day. After the events of the Bible’s, we went back and found the bag, large enough for the hatchet, and full of dried blood.”
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Post by Auransky on Aug 18, 2019 1:34:50 GMT -5
The Monster Room - Reflections The women in red couldn’t help but slightly wince when kid called out scapegoating. How dare he, yet she let him speak. After all, that was his opinion and it was clear that they seemed keen on stopping them.. How shameful-rather what terrible timing. Yet they seemed to be too questioning the man with blue hair. So maybe this was in their favor after all? It’s only a mater of time, and yet would another restart be a good idea? Then - a restart with these new comers, who will quickly learn of the stranger’s true antics. She crossed her arms, listening to the mummy ask the man about his own stake on the matter. He’d have to open his mouth soon, beating around the bush was going to convince these newcomers to aid him. The women in red listened to the man with yellow-green eyes describe himself as a story teller. It was rather fitting, given that he we was responsible for this horrid story they were in. Yet one thing started to cross her mind-or at least the fact that they were willing to throw everything away-the right way, for an opportunity to swipe away at the story creator’s words. It appeared like she needed to convince them further-what was it that- She paused herself, thinking about what was something important that they noticed last time. Something that would show these people that they were being truthful, yet she couldn’t remember.
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Post by Auransky on Aug 18, 2019 1:35:33 GMT -5
The Monster Room - Reflections The man with green-yellow eyes turned quickly, he was being addressed directly by the mummy. He quietly listened as the mummy asked him for his reasons, and involvement in this turn of events. He silently nodded before addressing the questions thrown at him. “My apologies..” he softly began. “I have trained with the monks in the remote reaches of the himalayas. I do not specialize in healing, rather in oral stories of many communities. Our job is to write these stories, very much so like a story writer.” He softly spoke with a passion on the matter. Furthermore he picked up the lantern he put down briefly, then walked towards a nearby statue, it was a unicorn. Reaching the statue, he put the lantern down then seated himself against the statue’s bust. ”Aside from thee teachings of the monetary I come from, very different from the church, we believe to not fear death, and to embrace what we have done in terms of our life. Reincarnation is another thing we heavily focus on, should that not come to me then I know I did wrong in this current life. Granted, if I can offer myself to save this man’s life.” His gaze softened. “Then I would not be against it. After all, this is what I learned through lifetime of teachings at the monastery.” The man with green-yellow eyes took a moment to recall why he believed in the doctor. He looked up, resting his back against the statues bust. “The most logical reason, as taught by the monetary is that we are to trust healers. They are the good souls aiming to work wonders towards the well beings of others.” He gently replied. Next he closed his eyes briefly. “Another reason I personally have come to trust this individual, is through his mentor. Upon arriving I had injured my arm, and it was his mentor who reached out to my aid. Through his mentor , I meat Willdhart a very bright and curious soul.” He smiled. “During my brief stay, I saw nothing of ill intent with their clients who came to their quarters for aid. Even when off duty, the two men were always working to help the people in need. It is truly admirable.” He took a brief pause, feeling some glares coming his way-either that or he imaged the glares. Nonetheless, he spoke on, to further answer the question. “Unfortunately , I have no proof to prove that he didn’t do anything he was accused of-“ He paused, placing a hand under his chin. “Or maybe...” He wondered. “Since I have been spending my recovery here in this town, I have been writing about the local legends, and decided to write about the doctor and his apprentice-well doctor now.” His voice softened. “I have written about the two healers, and the people speaking nothing less then marvelous wonders of their powerful deeds. Of course, this is all first hand , with my hands simply writing what I am told, but perhaps..” he stopped himself, then shook his head. “No... I doubt that could be considered proof.” He frowned a bit. “Then I guess, I truly have nothing aside from being a story writer, and a first hand account to some of their deeds in these past few months.”
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Post by Auransky on Aug 18, 2019 1:36:18 GMT -5
The Monster Room - Reflections The doctor stood there , silent and unsure as to what would happen next. He asked for silence , and just for everyone to stop this delirious game which was clearly real and affecting the people he had grown to know and respect. Yet someone offered to untie him, what sort of turn was this? It wasn’t the four who put him in this position , that much he was positive. Willdhart felt a bit of relief, perhaps blood flowing back to his hands, and legs. There was no sign of lack of blood flow, but it sure felt like it. He took im a steady breath, his brown eyes thrown off by the dim lighting as the fold was removed. Willdhart watched silently, as hiss life hung in the balance. His attention returned however to Sky who had volunteered to pull the trigger, should his answers not suffice. And while a part of him feared the end-he too had been tormented to the point that he had also given up on all opportunities. Yet, what would change if he answered? Would it make a difference, and so, after being free of all the rope, hell seated himself, hugging his knees as he could vividly see a repeat looming over him-at least that’s the ominous chill he felt running down his spine. His tormented weary brown eyes gazed at Sky, then the Mummy, and would occasionally look over towards the others. Softly he spoke up, unable to smile.Yet-if this were to be his last time he aided someone in some way, he should at least act the part. And so, against the physical and mental pain, he pulled a soft and gentle smile, yet his expression cried out in agony. “And to how may I help you on a day like this?” He asked with a semi positive tone. Cloverleaf mintedstar/fur zeph! ((Apologies for the delay. But I hope this delayed post delivers. I took some extra percussions in the questions, and look forward to the next set of questions.)) The Monster Room - Questions?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 18, 2019 3:42:37 GMT -5
Cloverleaf ®Hawkpath®"You've got a horse?" said Amico, his eyes going wide as dinner plates. "Can I see it?" Then he looked around the inn as if he expected a horse to melt out of the woodwork. One did not. Amico seemed disappointed. "Well ..." Amico started to answer the first returned question, but didn't actually seem to know what Hector would read. He'd settle for anything, but seemed to busy moving on to the next question to articulate this. "I don't know how," he said, with a slight scowl. "But I will!" It seemed like a challenge. He glanced at Kelsier and asked, "Does he have a horse? Do you have a horse?" He wanted a horse now ... But magic had been mentioned (or rementioned thanks to him) and Amico perked up. "No!" he said excitedly. "But I will!" This seemed like the same statement he'd made about reading, only it held less of a challenge and more of excited expectation. This kid had goals for life! Casting a suspicious sideways look at Kelsier, Amico whispered excitedly, "What about you? Do you know any goat magic? Is that a thing? Can that be a thing?" Then he rounded on Hector. "Ye! Draw! There's a boy in the corner who has a drawing pad and then there's some lady who was drawing too! Why wouldn't someone draw you? Ya cool!" His grin was sharp and happy.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 18, 2019 10:16:53 GMT -5
She listened patiently, smiling softly at first as he mentioned the struggle, and the initial lack of fruition to his efforts. Hearing that he hadn't been beaten lately made her smile broaden, then slowly take on that usual sly, sarcastic look. As she looked him over she realized it was true; he didn't have any sign of a limp, and there was no appearance of bruises or aches in his demeanor. Her eyes remained soft as she told him, "I'm proud of you, thats really wonderful," and "Its also very refreshing to see you in your natural colors instead of blue and purple." It was pretty half-assed for a tease, if you could even call it that, mostly just because it was true. Seeing him like this was sweet, and it was good to see him in good condition. And not dead. "Haven't been in here much myself, but I've been hearing a few things... Mostly that people still don't seem to like you, but good on you for not getting in fights," she said, laughing softly. "I'm sure its been very hard not beating up dumbasses." Hook scoffed, shrugging his shoulders a little. Mostly he was watching her face, her growing smile progressively bettering his mood. He didn’t want to overstep, as her forgiveness was too important of a thing to rush, but he grew more comfortable with each passing moment. The words, I’m proud of you, were enough to get him grinning. “As good as I look in blue and purple, it is nice. It’s the closest I’ve been to one piece in years,” he smirked. As she went on the man sighed, nodding at what she said about being disliked. He eyed the floor as she complemented his willpower, smiling broadly as she finished. “You wouldn’t believe it,” he said, looking back at her. “Some newbie bloke was beggin’ for it. We...need to work on a better tactic for dealing with the bastards of this place - because they don’t seem to be going anywhere soon.” He hesitated on ‘we’, but he didn’t change it. It was weird, talking about eliminating the only response to conflict that he’d ever known, but he hoped at least he could have Shade he the one to teach him something new.
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Post by strider on Aug 18, 2019 10:23:35 GMT -5
Stubborn. That was a good word to describe Kelsier. This was still a challenge, it was just a different one now that he thought he knew the point of the game, and his goals had changed. Before he’d been doing his best to succeed; now he was doing his best to fail. And he thought he was pretty good at it, so far. When he stepped through the door, something happened. It was like he couldn’t breath for a second, or there was a pressure on the inside of his throat. It lasted for just a second, but he was pretty sure he knew what it meant. If Orpheus’s strain had been any clue, anyway. He cleared his throat experimentally: and there it was. Not pain. Just... Just a little bit of emptiness that shouldn’t have been there. There was something happening in front of him, and he looked up, then let out a low, guttural noise like a wounded animal and looked down. No. No no no something else, House, pick something else.“Orpheus?” He tried, staring at the ground in front of his feet. It was too quiet. He tried again. “Orpheus? Can you...do you see anything?” Just like that, something appeared in front of Orpheus. Something that left him stunned and frightened, that consumed him so much he didn’t detect any difference in Kelsier’s voice. What was happening in front of him seemed innocent enough at first. “Mr. Hermes?” He questioned, unsure why the man would be here, but then he saw the flash of a knife in the hand of an Orpheus who hadn’t been there before, and he couldn’t look anymore. No. No, that wasn’t him, and that couldn’t be Hermes, right? This couldn’t be happening, no… “I saw something,” he replied after a long moment, his voice trembling more than usual. “I… I couldn’t…” no matter how much he tried to convince himself it wasn’t real, he had seen that twisted smile on his own face… an expression he was certain he’d never worn, but how could he know for sure? He forced himself to look up again, to where the scene had restarted. He got further this time, double checking to make sure it was what he feared it was… he couldn’t watch it. A sob escaped him as the knowledge dawned in him of what the House wanted him to watch. Was this a vision of the future or just a cruel ‘what-if?’ He knew he had to watch it to get out… he just wasn’t sure he was strong enough. He tried to say something else to Kelsier, but it was as though he couldn’t form any words. As though his mind was stuck on the one image he didn’t want to see. No.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 18, 2019 12:12:05 GMT -5
The words hurt. So Orpheus was seeimg some version of this too, whoever it was he loved in his own world, probably. Kelsier looked up again, and this time he made it almost to the point where he knew his glass blade would pierce Mare’s throat before he let out a low, horrible moan and looked down again. “Yeah. Me neither.” He answered the unspoken statement, his own voice brittle with anger he wouldn’t let himself aim at Orpheus. Because he wanted to aim it at the House, but he didn’t even know whether there was a mind behind it to feel the blow, and there was nothing to hit anyway. Mr. Hermes? He wondered who that was. He knew Mare stood silently in front of him, waiting to be stabbed again and again until he could make himself watch it all the way to the bitter end, where he stood over her body with that sick look of pleasure in his hazel eyes. Seeing an expression so foreign in his own eyes made him look so completely different from himself, it was like looking at a stranger. A stranger with his clothes and his knife and the exact color of his eyes. He turned around, but of course the door was gone, as he’d known it would be. If the words had hurt, the sob broke his heart. Orpheus didn’t deserve to see this. Kelsier was suddenly filled with longing to turn around and just watch it and spare him that pain, but he stopped himself because what if he did it? Would he win? Again? Already, his voice was too quiet. How many rooms until it was gone? Orpheus needed his voice, and if the House didn’t give it back... “It’s not real.” He called, his voice steady even though it desperately wanted to break. “It’s not real, okay? It’s just the House trying to get in your head, Don’t let it in your head.” He swallowed. “I’m going to count to three. When I say ‘now’, turn around and don’t look away, don’t even blink. I’ll do the same...we’ll do it together, okay?”
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