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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 18, 2019 12:28:46 GMT -5
“No,” Orpheus whispered, and the word was half horror, half defiance. If Kelsier was right, and it wasn’t real, then only one of them had to watch it to get them both out, right? The doors had appeared in the riddle room once one of them had said the answer. And he heard the anger in Kelsier’s voice, which was so powerful and heartbreaking… he wouldn’t make Kelsier watch with him. No. He was getting them out of this room by himself. It didn’t matter if he didn’t have his voice, he could still do something good for his friend. Orpheus couldn’t imagine what Kelsier was seeing, though based on what was in front of him, he had a clue. Before the older man had a chance to count, he forced his gaze up. He watched the flash of a silver knife, the way Hermes didn’t even fight back. The way he looked resigned… not even scared. Orpheus’ entire body was trembling, but the version of himself that held the knife was so sure of himself… so steady in a way Orpheus never was. And the look in his eyes? There was no light there. A second sob escaped him as the knife made contact and he fell to his knees, watching the spray of blood without looking away. He swore he could feel it on his person, but he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t force this burden on Kelsier. “It’s not real,” he repeated, over and over again, his voice so soft it could have been the wind. “It’s not.” And there was a body on the ground and Orpheus wanted nothing but to look away or to be sick, but he forced himself to meet his own eyes and let that cold smile settle into his soul. He knew it wasn’t him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was. That he was capable of this. And then finally the image dissolved and a door appeared in front of him. He was too shaky to stand yet, but the door was there. He had done it. He’d done something good, hadn’t he? “Is it… is it gone for you?” He managed, desperately reaching out to Kelsier. He needed the other man’s strength.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 18, 2019 15:20:40 GMT -5
Kelsier closed his eyes, dragging his determination up as close to him as he could get it. He was going to need it. He could feel Mare’s eyes on him. “One....” He ignored the other man’s single word, even though he longed to just watch first, trick him into sparing him seeing whatever he wanted to see. He thought he could live through it if he had to, to save someone else. But then what would happen next? If the House stole his voice, what else might it decide to take if they stopped taking it seriously enough? His ears? His eyes? “Two....” “It’s not real.” He said it with Orpheus, because waiting was almost worse than just doing it. Watching was torture, waiting was a moment when you’d rather someone torture you and be done with it. And the other blinker was so quiet. He opened his mouth to say three, but Orpheus beat him to it. He looked up sharply, but both the cruel version of himself and Mare had vanished, leaving behind a simple door. Orpheus had.... “I told you to wait for me.” He choked out, almost laughing and almost crying at the same time. Because it was over, and Orpheus had won, and it was horrible. Part of him hated himself for not doing it first, but the other part? The other part was crying. “”Thank you.” He whispered, even though he knew what was going to happen next. And he didn’t know if he could hide it this time. Orpheus had tried to hide it, and he’d failed, but maybe Kelsier would try harder. Maybe he was more motivated, He laughed again; it was a choked sound. “Lord Ruler, that..I’m sorry you had to see that. Shall we go through together?”
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Aug 18, 2019 15:24:13 GMT -5
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. Immediately she could tell he wasn't completely on board with not beating people up, understandably, so she put in; "Oh yes, we'll take care of that. But don't worry, theres still plenty of people dead in the head or just downright awful that we'll need to beat up," her teasing smirk returning briefly. It really was amazing that this was happening, that he was giving this side of him a chance. She'd always known he had it in him, of course. Never had she wanted to change him, just for him to be himself... safely. And now that it was happening she was goddamn giddy. And it showed in the new gleaming light in her eyes, the broad grin she was completely unable to smother, and the overall energy to her stance. "tell me all about it, thoug," she encouraged, "I'm sure theres been more than one idiot that gave you flak, and I'd love to hear about it." Glancing around, she found a seat nearer to him and settled down, eyes trained on his face as she eagerly awaited whatever delightful story he might tell her about how he didn't beat people up. The thought kept a very dopey, very broad smile stuck to her face.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 18, 2019 15:36:48 GMT -5
Kelsier grinned at Hector. He couldn’t help it; Amico was such a hyper, cheerful kid and it was fun to let him talk his own head off. The next statement made his smile waver a little, though. “Careful what you do with magic.” He warned the kid, almost sharply. “It’s not as much fun as it sounds, and it’s extremely dangerous. You could get seriously hurt, or hurt someone else, if you started messing around with it without knowing what you’re doing.” Not that he was speaking from personal experience or anything. Nope, definitely not speaking from personal experience here. He shook his head, trying to back the protective father in him off before he scared Amico away and couldn’t find him again. “Goat magic? That’d be useful, I could make them do as they’re told, for once. And no, I don’t have a horse, but someday I plan to get one. I just need to find the fastest one I can first.” The goatherd raised an eyebrow. “Do you ever draw?” He questioned. “Maybe you should draw his hair and see what happens.” mintedstar/fur mintedstar/fur
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 18, 2019 16:00:48 GMT -5
( Cloverleaf Kelsier reply above. )
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 18, 2019 17:21:29 GMT -5
Whoops forgot to tag you, sorry Clo! ))
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 18, 2019 17:28:54 GMT -5
Sherlock blinked into the living room, a pen in one hand and a plastic bag filled with tiny hairs in the other. “No, no no!” He was saying, annoyance twisting his expression and tone as one. “Obviously, wasn’t him, are you blind? Or did you just sleep through all your classes? Hm? Oh...” His eyes widened. It had been a while since he’d blinked in, but the place hadn’t changed at all, and memories flooded back to him at the sight of it. The chairs, the tables, even the stained green carpet felt like ho- “Shut up.” He interrupted his own thoughts harshly. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with sentimental thoughts like that right now. And as exciting as it was to be back, he was in the middle of something. “Hello, House, wonderful to see you again, how are you? No, don’t get up, I was just going.” He flipped his long coat and headed for the hallway. Maybe he’d get in a room before anyone annoying blinked in.
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Post by Protractor on Aug 18, 2019 17:56:35 GMT -5
(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?) (Doesn't matter to me
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 18, 2019 18:37:26 GMT -5
(Okay! You want to start?)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 18, 2019 18:53:32 GMT -5
Sherlock blinked into the living room, a pen in one hand and a plastic bag filled with tiny hairs in the other. “No, no no!” He was saying, annoyance twisting his expression and tone as one. “Obviously, wasn’t him, are you blind? Or did you just sleep through all your classes? Hm? Oh...” His eyes widened. It had been a while since he’d blinked in, but the place hadn’t changed at all, and memories flooded back to him at the sight of it. The chairs, the tables, even the stained green carpet felt like ho- “Shut up.” He interrupted his own thoughts harshly. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with sentimental thoughts like that right now. And as exciting as it was to be back, he was in the middle of something. “Hello, House, wonderful to see you again, how are you? No, don’t get up, I was just going.” He flipped his long coat and headed for the hallway. Maybe he’d get in a room before anyone annoying blinked in. "As if I was the sort to care about all that," said Kaito with a sigh. He scrubbed at a place between his eyes. It sounded like he was talking to someone who didn't completely understand what they were doing. At least, that sounded like Kaito's opinion on the matter. He dropped the hand (still scarred and stiff from the 'accident' two years ago) and blinked as he saw Sherlock. He half froze, surprised. Then again, the detective was heading for the hall with the sort of purpose that Kaito wasn't keen on interrupting. Instead, his pace quickened. He was wearing a much neater outfit, but it wasn't the white cape and hat. It was a different outfit, which looked much like something someone in business would wear. That was because he was in business. Working, and doing school online. But that didn't mean he wasn't still a thief anymore. "Sherlock?" he questioned.
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Post by Protractor on Aug 18, 2019 19:28:27 GMT -5
(Okay! You want to start?) (Sure but it'll prolly be in a few days
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 18, 2019 19:34:56 GMT -5
(Okay!)
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 18, 2019 19:35:29 GMT -5
Orpheus wished the other blinker could see his face. He wished he could communicate everything he was feeling without having to verbalize it. He knew exactly why he hadn’t waited, but he couldn’t make the words come properly. How could he tell Kelsier without making the other man think he doubted his strength? Yet it seemed that Kelsier understood. It seemed he didn’t need to say anything. He was blissfully unaware of the punishment that awaited Kelsier for failing. Though he didn’t feel the giddy joy he’d felt last time he won. Now he just felt resigned to whatever the rest of the room had to throw at them. What he had seen… he knew he’d never be able to completely shake away that image. Logically he knew Hermes couldn’t technically die, but his hands felt as though they remembered the weight of the blade and the warm spray of blood. No… no he wasn’t a killer. He could never be a killer. Other heroes were hired to kill monsters and although Orpheus respected them for what they did, he knew he could never be one of them. He couldn’t take a life… right? It wasn’t worth it to ponder that now. For now they would finish this room. They would just get it over with… because until now it had been fun. Well, other than his voice leaving, but that had stopped now it seemed. “Don’t apologize,” he managed. “You didn’t decide what the House showed us.” He pushed himself into a standing position finally. “Together. And this time I will wait for you. Ready?” He wanted to make sure Kelsier was standing still before he moved on. “One… two…” a deep breath in, “three.” He took a step forward, ready to face whatever was in the next room.
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 18, 2019 20:00:05 GMT -5
Morrigan blinked into the House, stumbling slightly forward as the railing she had been leaning on disappeared. She shot her head up and looked around wildly, not sure of her surroundings, before recognizing it. With that, she calmed down and looked around for Arthur, Rowlin, and Jack, only to see two different blinkers. “This is the Paradox House, right?” She asked warily.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 18, 2019 20:41:59 GMT -5
The room Kelsier stepped into on “three” was oddly nice. It was a spacious living room with large red and purple velvet chairs, a glass coffee table with golden edges and legs, and a huge mirror that took up all of the wall to his right, It smelled oddly like oranges and lavender, and the lights gave a warm glow reminiscent of a fireplace in the dead of winter; cozy and comfortable and very homey.
“Orpheus?” Kelsier turned sharply to the mirror, and found himself staring straight into the hazel eyes of a man that looked exactly like him, down to the look of shock on his hawk-like features. It was the other Mistborn that had spoken, so now Kelsier #1 answered him, his tone cautious. “Hey, Orpheus? Are you there? I have a...little problem.”
Kelsey #2 stared at himself through the glass, mouth still open from the single name he’d spoken. If he hadn’t just been through the previous room, this would have been less unsettling than it was, but he now had bad past experience with clones of himself. He walked forwards, and placed a hand carefully on the glass. It was colder than ice. He twitched his arm away quickly and backed up as the other him took a step forwards. “Um...Orpheus...?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 18, 2019 20:50:43 GMT -5
Sherlock froze, then turned around slowly, eyebrows so high they almost disappeared into his curly hair, It was Kid. When was the last time he’d seen Kid? It felt like ages ago, years at the very least, and it had been a completely different time. When they’ met, had he really still been tracking Moriarty? “Kid?” He answered the question with a question, and stepped towards him, then stopped. “Ah. How long has it been for you? It’s been exactly six months since I’ve blinked in at all, down to the second, even though I was counting I hardly expected anything to come of it.” His bright eyes slipped down to the scars for a fraction of a second, but then they were up to the other man’s face again, searching it for any clue as to what else had happened. “Good to see you again, by the way, I suppose, is what I’m supposed to say.” He added, a little too late, but truthfully. “Glad you’re not dead, and all that.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 18, 2019 21:06:36 GMT -5
Kaito looked faintly amused by Morrigan's appearance. "Yes, it is. You're a newbie, aren't you?" This seemed fairly obvious, though he was grateful that someone had apparently already made the introductions. "Kaito. Most people here call me Kid." As soon as Morrigan had appeared, Kid had nonchalantly put both of his hands in his pockets. For the time being, the bad scars across them weren't visible and the one-size-too-large shirt hid the bow on his badly mended arm. He preferred, at least during the last two years, to not have the first thing people did when they blinked in was ask whether he was okay or just gawk. "That's Sherlock," he added, with a nod of his head toward the aforementioned Sherlock. Then he froze. Sherlock had a look on his face. Kaito worriedly licked his lips. Didn't he know? Had the House really not let news carry about Kaito being alive? He supposed it was a bit late to hide the scars. He took his damaged hands out from his pockets. They looked like new scars. Then again, they'd looked like new scars for two years now and apart from unruly longer hair, Kaito looked the same as the day he'd blinked in two years ago ... when he'd told Sherlock he was going to die. "I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I'd thought ... that you'd have found out by now I was still alive. Somehow. I have been blinking in, I swear ... But time is weird here, so maybe it just didn't work out that we'd be in the same room together." He hesitated. "It's been two years. One of which I wasn't blinking in for. Apparently the House ordained that I should announce my impending death and scare everyone only to disappear for a year my time. And when I get back it's been a year for a lot of other people too, so I guess I was gone for that much at least." He'd said that the House had scared everyone, but he supposed that it had been right to do so. It seemed lightly tricky to discuss such things with a newbie however. Doubtless Sherlock would pick up sooner rather than later that Kid wasn't strictly human anymore. Well ... he was human ... but he just couldn't die. He nodded at Morrgian. "Sorry. Old friends and apparently out of practice." He sounded tired. "Who is supposed to say it's good to see me, even if his social ineptitude prevents him. He's great at mysterious and horrible at chit-chat." Casting a glance between Morrigan and Sherlock, he asked, "You haven't been here for six month and you're new ... I would go so far as to suggest a room?" It might give Morrigan a chance to not look like she'd been dragged into a mystery and it might give Sherlock a chance to get caught up.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 18, 2019 21:17:37 GMT -5
Orpheus almost smiled once he noticed the room around him until he heard Kelsier’s voice. No. No, it couldn’t have happened to his friend too. That had been a punishment just for him… unless… Kelsier had stayed behind when he had climbed the pole. And he had watched the murder instead of his friend. Which meant this was a competition, and it also meant that Kelsier had known. And Kelsier had stayed behind on purpose. Fine… two could play at that game, but he figured it was over once Kelsier realized that Orpheus had caught on as well. For now, though, he’d have to lose as slyly as possible. Not that sly was a trait that came easily to him. Yet why was there such a tone shift when Kelsier spoke again? He was about to say something when he heard his own voice, just to his right. “Kelsier, is everything…” they locked eyes, then, and Orpheus #2 trailed off. A thin piece of glass separated them - a mirror it seemed, but how could it be when the expression on the other Orpheus’ face wasn’t exactly the same as his? “Right,” Orpheus #1 murmured, taking a hesitant step forward. The Orpheus in the mirror countered, taking a step back as something akin to fear filled his eyes. Kelsier was momentarily forgotten as Orpheus #2 raised a trembling hand and pointed it in his clone’s direction. “You… you’re the one that killed Mr. Hermes.” Orpheus #1’s eyes widened in shock, but he had no response. The man in front of him clearly wasn’t a murderer… his voice was so fragile… was that how he always sounded? “No, I…” he returned, swallowing back whatever words were fighting their way through him. “Kelsier, do you see a door anywhere?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 18, 2019 21:42:43 GMT -5
Kelsier #2 reached up to touch his throat, as his own faded voice finally made it through the shock. He hadn’t covered it up well enough. No, maybe he had, maybe Orpheus was too distracted by whatever else he was seeing to have noticed. He had to hope that wnyway, because as soon as his new friend figured out the game, things were going to get a whole lot more complicated. “Yeah. I’m guessing you’re in the same situation as I am?” Kelsier #1 called, trying to shout louder than his voice was weak. It cracked a little, but not as much as before. Maybe.... His blood ran cold at the accusation. There was no more doubt that Orpheus, too, had a double. But which one had spoken? If he and the other Kelsier were any indication, telling just by voice wasn’t going to work. “Orpheus, listen. Which one am I talking to right now?” Kelsier #1 asked desperately, as the other one opened his mouth, then closed it again, changing his mind. “I...I don’t see a door. I think we have to solve the room first.” Kelsier #2 interrupted. “I’m in a room with a mirror, and there’s another me on the other side. Is that where you are too?”
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 18, 2019 23:02:10 GMT -5
Orpheus #1 shrank away from the look of horror the other man was giving him still. He hoped that this Orpheus would register that he wasn’t capable of anything like that… then again, it was always possible that this imposter Orpheus was accusing him as a ploy… to get what to happen, exactly? It just felt like a trap. “The one you entered the room with!” Orpheus #1 called to Kelsier, still backing away from the man he saw in the mirror. “What?” Orpheus #2’s voice was quiet, filled with a sense of dread as he began to realize what was happening. “Kelsier, he’s lying!” Orpheus had never been good at shouting, but he did it now. How did he make Kelsier believe that the man with his voice was lying? How did he tell him the truth? “Wait… which Kelsier are you?” Kelsier had said that there was a room that forced a friend of his to give up secrets that he didn’t want known. What if this was similar? What if they ended up divulging their secrets to the House just to convince the other that the person they were talking to was real? “I’m not lying!” Orpheus #1 whispered, aghast. “I’m in the same place, I think. We need to…” “Kelsier, it’s a trick… it’s a trap of some sort!” Orpheus #2 called. “I think on the other side of the mirror is whoever we saw in the last room…” he wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but he was terrified.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 19, 2019 11:56:47 GMT -5
Kelsier #1 shook his head slowly. It made sense. They’d just seen their clones kill the person they loved, and now here they were, ready to steal their place. It made perfect sense. He took a step towards Kelsier #2, who held his ground, meeting his own hazel eyes through the glass. “You killed Mare.” Kelsier #1 stared it softly, like a fact. Because it was so obvious now. Because how could he have missed it? “Orpheus, I’m the real one, listen to me!” Kelsier #2 shouted, anger and pain mixing to create something like desperation in his tone as he stood still, not wanting to go forward and not daring to go back. He wouldn’t back away from this...this thing the House had made. How were they supposed to figure it out without even being able to see each other? For all he knew, the fake Orpheus could be just a voice without a body at all, although he was betting the younger man was in the same situation he was. Kelsier #1 ran a hand through his blond hair, swearing under his breath. “Dammit, Orpheus, it’s me. How can I prove to you that it’s me?” He demanded, fear sharpening his tone into a blade. Because if one of them picked the wrong one...Kelsier #2 was still staring at him, frozen. “We need to call each other something else.” Kelsier #2 said it, too quietly at first, then louder, even though his throat was beginning to hurt. “This is too confusing. We need code names, one for each version, and they have to be different.”
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 19, 2019 13:30:07 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?" Eliyen tilted her head slightly as she watched Amico. He seemed a little bothered by what she'd been doing. She didn't know who he was or if he knew how dangerous the town could be, but she knew how little kids could get when something upset them and the last thing she wanted was for the boy to run out of the inn where he would probably be taken by whatever was out there, so she sighed and removed the blade from the table. "Eh, probably right," she admitted as the small knife disappeared again with a spin. Not magic, though it might have looked like it, just a well hidden sheath. At the question, her gaze flitted to the half finished carving. "It's a phoenix, it means..." she trailed off, trying to remember why exactly she'd chosen a bird to carve into the table's surface... had there really been a reason? Probably not. "No, it's not my name, I'm Eliyen," she paused again, then shrugged. "I guess I do like birds." Eliyen glanced around the room again as she took a sip from her tankard. The boy had mentioned his dad, so she assumed that he did have a family, as long as they hadn't disappeared like so many other people had. "Your dad- does he know where ya are?" She sounded a bit concerned.
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 19, 2019 18:13:07 GMT -5
Sky's attention flickered as she watched the round man try to run at the man with yellow-green eyes. She pointed her wand at him this time, only to watch the vicar and yard captain hold him back. Doubt flickered through her, especially at the man's story. "Didn't you say his-" She gestured to Willhardt- "mentor was with the Prime Minister? If he had no ill intent, why'd he help the reaper?" As Willhardt's eyes passed over her, she began to doubt herself more. She didn't really have a plan, only an idea. What would she even ask? Have you been helping the reaper? Are you evil? As much as she wanted to hear his answers, his side of the story, she didn't really know how to ask. Sky hesitated, examining Willhardt once more, and hoping one of the other two would ask a good question.
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Post by Ravenswoop on Aug 19, 2019 18:22:18 GMT -5
Sorry to disrupt this rp;-)
I actually remember this from the old forums. Are you the original creator?
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 19, 2019 18:34:11 GMT -5
Morrigan nodded at Kid, the back of her neck prickling. "I'm Morrigan. Nice to meet you both." She said, before drifting off slightly as Kid and Sherlock talked. She gave one glance at Kid's hands, and then looked into the hallway. So there was where all the magic happened. How did you know which door led to what, though? Were there any differences to distinguish which were more dangerous? Although, she supposed, if one was filled with monsters she could just go back through the door. She gave a small smirk and nodded again as Kid addressed her once more. She was still half in her thoughts about the House, however, only looking up brightly when Kid mentioned going into a room. "Which one?" She asked.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 19, 2019 22:16:11 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 ) “What I’m saying is,” and at this she extended one hand for all five fingers to land on his pages, the black glove like a second skin, “If the world had no one else in it, you wouldn’t think or feel much at all. Not in any way the current you would recognize. You might as well be a speck of dust on this table.” Ougi slid several pages together across the wooden surface, apparently using enough pressure to hold them down as she revealed the flimsy particles underneath. “You wouldn’t use language at all, I believe.” She was keen enough to tell that he was misunderstanding, but she still explained it anyway. In fact, if he had proven his smarts to her and been arguing against her theories rather than simply missing them, she would currently be listing him away as a painfully asinine false poet who couldn’t comprehend a world outside himself. And she would be saying it to his face, with malice. But even when Ougi was angered, which she wasn’t right now, she had a perfectly calm demeanor. It was one of her strong suits to remain emotionally immovable and eternally entertained, the former coming in handy with the tragedy of her home. The vagrant breathed a sigh when L reprimanded her for bringing up mirrors. At least, that was how she saw it. Because more than anything, she disliked revealing things about herself. “I just think they’re beautiful,” she said, which would seem like a lie given her personality but was difficult to decipher as one. “And I wonder about how much reality is altered when we see it through a mirror.” She seemed about to snort in disgust already. “I’m sure you would make it into something too romantic for my tastes.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 20, 2019 3:59:10 GMT -5
Sorry to disrupt this rp;-) I actually remember this from the old forums. Are you the original creator? ( »ƑαƖcση is the original creator, if that's what you mean. ^^ )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 20, 2019 4:12:07 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?" Eliyen tilted her head slightly as she watched Amico. He seemed a little bothered by what she'd been doing. She didn't know who he was or if he knew how dangerous the town could be, but she knew how little kids could get when something upset them and the last thing she wanted was for the boy to run out of the inn where he would probably be taken by whatever was out there, so she sighed and removed the blade from the table. "Eh, probably right," she admitted as the small knife disappeared again with a spin. Not magic, though it might have looked like it, just a well hidden sheath. At the question, her gaze flitted to the half finished carving. "It's a phoenix, it means..." she trailed off, trying to remember why exactly she'd chosen a bird to carve into the table's surface... had there really been a reason? Probably not. "No, it's not my name, I'm Eliyen," she paused again, then shrugged. "I guess I do like birds." Eliyen glanced around the room again as she took a sip from her tankard. The boy had mentioned his dad, so she assumed that he did have a family, as long as they hadn't disappeared like so many other people had. "Your dad- does he know where ya are?" She sounded a bit concerned.
Amico's eyes grew - if possible - even more wide then they had been before. "Do you know magic?" he asked in an excited squeak. Of course he'd asked that! Why wouldn't he! It was one of the few things that he was more interested in than any other things he saw people do (that was to say, he liked everything, but he liked something particularly more than others). He looked down at the bird, then thought about it a bit. "Fire and rebirth?" he asked, glancing up at Eliyen. "And maybe red. Like you're hair." If that was rude, he didn't consider it. He looked disappointed as soon as she mentioned his dad. How could she! He'd wanted to avoid this as long as possible! But it didn't seem like that was what was going to happen. "He's ... er ... no he doesn't." He took a step back. It seemed liked a practiced step. This was a kid who was good at running away.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 20, 2019 6:19:18 GMT -5
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. Immediately she could tell he wasn't completely on board with not beating people up, understandably, so she put in; "Oh yes, we'll take care of that. But don't worry, theres still plenty of people dead in the head or just downright awful that we'll need to beat up," her teasing smirk returning briefly. It really was amazing that this was happening, that he was giving this side of him a chance. She'd always known he had it in him, of course. Never had she wanted to change him, just for him to be himself... safely. And now that it was happening she was goddamn giddy. And it showed in the new gleaming light in her eyes, the broad grin she was completely unable to smother, and the overall energy to her stance. "tell me all about it, thoug," she encouraged, "I'm sure theres been more than one idiot that gave you flak, and I'd love to hear about it." Glancing around, she found a seat nearer to him and settled down, eyes trained on his face as she eagerly awaited whatever delightful story he might tell her about how he didn't beat people up. The thought kept a very dopey, very broad smile stuck to her face. Hook grinned at her attempt at comfort, finding the reassurance surprisingly calming. Maybe it was just because it was coming from Shade, or maybe because the idea of holding himself back all the time was too overwhelming to happen so quickly. His eyes flicked down for a moment, thinking, but the second his gaze had moved away it was already being dragged back to her face. The smile she wore made him chuckle a little, her enthusiasm contagious. As she prompted him and joined him at the near stool, the pirate leaned back against the table, knocking into the black box he’d gotten out early. As she spoke, he turned around and picked up the palette, eyeing it more seriously as he tried to figure out how to open it. “Of course there has,” he scoffed, wresting the object in his grasp into a position that the hinges were facing up, trying to lift them as though they were some kind of lock. “half the damn House wanted to see how much they pull get away with. Touka tried to,” He repositioned the box, the black latches now distinguished as hinges, so he tried the other side. “accuse me,” he grunted as he pried it open with his only five available fingers, “of luring newbies into dangerous rooms. Which is so like me, to want to be stuck with a bunch of ignorant, obnoxious, moron motherfu - this is ridiculous.” The pirate seemed to loose his track halfway through, staring down at the massive array of colored eyeshadow in front of him. He tilted it so Shade could see, eyebrows raised in an impressed but suspicious manner. ( zeph! - psst dude,, who’s your last post for? :3
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Post by --cato phoenix on Aug 20, 2019 6:41:05 GMT -5
i'm sorry i just realized i totally missed your post @ me and stri back on 1596, is madeline still there or have you already moved her?)
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