Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 20, 2019 7:47:20 GMT -5
( ~∂єѕтιиу- That was for mintedstar/fur and ®Hawkpath®. I didn’t think you saw my post on 1599, and you guys were getting farther, so I think she just blinked out. Sorry ( --cato phoenix- It’s cool, and yep, Madeline’s still there.) (Sorry, both of you- I should start tagging x3)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 20, 2019 10:23:13 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur zeph! )) Sherlock glanced at the girl as she blinked in, but mostly, his attention was on Kid. This had nothing to do with Morrigan’a personal amount of interest, and everything to do with the fact the the scarred man in front of him was both one of the very few people he considered himself friends with (and where was Nore? He hadn’t seen her in ages) and also supposed to be very dead by now. “I, ah...haven’t been blinking in myself that much.” He answered, shoving his hands in his pockets like a kid embarrassed on the playground. He quirked a small, odd smile. Behind it, his mind raced. What had happened? Before he would have assumed that Kid has simply escaped death somehow, but with experience of the House he knew it was possible the other blinker had, in fact died and was simply back. Two years, one of which was spent not blinking, why? What happened during that year. He felt suddenly very frustrated with the House for not letting him see Kid on his first day back, because the trail would be so much warmer when it was fresh. Now he was going to have to dig to find anything. Not that he wasn’t planning on digging anyway. He was like a bloodhound with a scent: now that he knew there was a mystery, he was solving it. He glanced at Morrigan again and dropped the smile, giving her instead the intense scan he typically did right away when he met someone. She was clearly new, looked human enough but he knew better than to assume. She seemed observant, maybe she had experience with things similar - as similar to the House as you could reasonably get - to situations like this? She was new,obviously, but seemed to be taking things rather well, probably on her second to third blink and had the talk already. Good, he wasn’t in the mood to give it. “Yes, a room seems in order.” The detective agreed, and turned, stepping into the endless hall. It even smelled like a different time of his life. At Morrigan’s question, he gave a low chuckle. “No way to tell that until you go in. Care to pick a door?” He offered, and turned to give her a smirk. Would she refuse?
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Post by Protractor on Aug 20, 2019 16:50:38 GMT -5
Sorry to disrupt this rp;-) I actually remember this from the old forums. Are you the original creator? (That was my previous profile pic lol
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Post by Protractor on Aug 20, 2019 16:52:21 GMT -5
(I think my activity might pick up now that school's settled down.So I might be about as active as usual now
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 20, 2019 17:02:57 GMT -5
(Cool! Nice to hear! Hope school is going well for you. )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 20, 2019 17:12:18 GMT -5
(I'll wait for your reply to Sherlock, zeph! )
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 20, 2019 17:29:22 GMT -5
( ~∂єѕтιиу- That was for mintedstar/fur and ®Hawkpath®. I didn’t think you saw my post on 1599, and you guys were getting farther, so I think she just blinked out. Sorry ( --cato phoenix- It’s cool, and yep, Madeline’s still there.) (Sorry, both of you- I should start tagging x3) OH DUDE IM SO SORRY,, that’s totally my bad,, if you’d like you can blink her in and just repost your last start bc that’s totally on me for missin’ you! Whatever ur up for! (: ))
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 20, 2019 17:34:05 GMT -5
(Okie~) "Alright." Morrigan said, smiling as she entered the hallway. She peered down it for a moment, examining each door, trying to find at least one minuscule difference. Sherlock was right, however- no noticeable contrasts. She frowned, a bit put-out, before walking towards one a few doors down from her left. "Alright," She repeated, "How about this one?" She placed one pale hand on the knob and twisted it open, before holding it for Sherlock and Kid. (Oof, this is short. Sorry) mintedstar/fur and ®Hawkpath®
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 20, 2019 17:43:16 GMT -5
(Okay, thanks :3) 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. She regarded the two other blinkers for a moment silently, 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, and then finally spoke up. "Hello. This is the Paradox House, right?" (Timewarp I guess :3) ~∂єѕтιиу and Shadepelt15
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Post by Protractor on Aug 20, 2019 18:21:43 GMT -5
(I suppose I could get that starter up today/tomorrow/whenever you read this
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Aug 20, 2019 18:48:35 GMT -5
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 Shades ears were aimed at him as she listened intently to everything he had to say, but her eyes were strained on his struggle with the odd little box, eyebrows furrowed in sympathy, almost. It looked hard to do, even with two hands. Still, his ability to hand himself was, as always, inspirational. She snorted loudly and laughed. "Hasn't everyone figured it out yet? You are such a people person. God, can't think of a time when you don't want to have someone talking your ear off," she said, heavy emphasis wherever she could put it just to make the statement sound as ridiculous as possible. Her attention turned down to the little trays of powder, her lips pressing together as she eyed it. "Thats a lot of... it. Lots of pretty colors," she noted, trying to sound like she didn't lack as much knowledge as she actually did. It seemed like he at least knew what it was, but she might have used it like chalk if someone else wasn't around to... handle it.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 20, 2019 21:57:53 GMT -5
(I suppose I could get that starter up today/tomorrow/whenever you read this Whenever you're up for it! ^^ )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 20, 2019 22:18:15 GMT -5
(You're fine! Also, Bubbling! I finished The Trails of Morrigan Crow. I reeeeeeeeeeally wanna RP Jupiter, ha ha. I was thinking a window washing room - but some weird twists to what can be seen behind the window as they clean them.) It made no difference to Kaito which door they picked. The House moved them around, after all. It was rare to find the same room twice and certainly not in the same place. He didn't say anything further to Sherlock, only glancing in his direction before he said to Morrigan, "Thanks," and stepped through the door. Sherlock thought he had a mystery for him to solve? Very well. He supposed giving the man something to work on would do no har - His thoughts completely stopped when he saw where he was. And how high up. He looked down, not scared, but a bit surprised. He was on ... well, it was those sort of metal contraptions which were lowered and raised to wash the windows of high-rises. At least, what they used in movies at any rate. Complete with the water and window washing tools set in a corner. The windows were, Kaito noticed, dirty. Very dirty. "Is this a mundane room or a dangerous room?" he said to anyone who was listening, but the House specifically.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 20, 2019 22:40:54 GMT -5
Hook seemed unbothered by his trouble with the palette, his unfazed expression throughout the procedure suggesting his familiarity with the hassle. For as long as he’d dealt with his handicap, instances like box opening had become no more than an inconvenience, rather than an annoyance, especially when he was caught in such a good mood. A grin hit his lips at her words, his expectations always high whenever she spoke with such a tone. “Right,” He mused along with her, “must be all the time I spend with you, people are starting to get the wrong idea of me.” He prodded fondly. The irony of it was fabulous, as anyone who had ever met the pair would know exactly what sort of vibe each illustrated. Even at a distance, it was easy to decide who would be wiser to approach. As Shade directed her attention to the palette, he did so as well. An eyebrow lifted curiously at her statement, eyeing her suspiciously after a moment. “What sort of makeup does your world have?” He asked, his hint of a smirk making the statement clearly accusatory. He always assumed Shade didn’t wear any makeup because she was a badass or something like that, but the perplexed look on her face as she analyzed the colors made him question that idea. The voice of another in the room did not cause him to look away, as his back was turned to the new figure but she was visible to him in the mirror. He rolled his eyes at Shade, a annoyed look on his face betrayed by his still lingering smirk. He was staring at Shade with the expectation that she’d take the question, while he reached and, while setting the palette in his lap, grabbed some of the brushes he’d removed. “Aye,” he offered halfheartedly as he did so, the call out holding a flat tone. @leznupar zeph!
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Aug 20, 2019 23:59:50 GMT -5
She was in trouble now. Dammit, she should have known he'd see through her weak attempts to appear in the loop. "Oh, well... Theres... plenty of different sorts, and a very broad rainbow of colors..." she began, not uneasy but clearly a bit flustered at being caught so off guard. Usually she would know how to handle a situation, but this was something she'd never thought to try and deal with it before. Thankfully, someone else called her attention. Perhaps ever more desperately as Hook, like usual, blew them off. "It is indeed, would I be correct in assuming you're a bit new?" she responded with notably more warmth in her voice than the eyeliner-drenched pirate in front of her. Eager to focus all her attention on the new person in the room, Shade almost completely tuned out whatever Hook was doing with the makeup, failing to see whatever he was doing with the nefarious brushes and sparkly colors. ~∂єѕтιиу zeph!
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 21, 2019 14:05:55 GMT -5
You’re good Bubbling! And sounds good to me, Mint ^^)) Giving Sherlock something to work on would do more than no harm. Probably it would prevent some harm, because a bored Sherlock wasn’t something that anyone wanted to have to deal with, and though his own world was by no means boring at the moment, it didn’t take long for the House to be. Not that there was much danger of that at the moment. Whether Kid wanted to be solved or not, Sherlock was already neck deep in theories and ideas and questions with no answers, and the tide wasn’t slowing anytime soon. He nodded curtly to Morrigan and stepped through, letting the newbie enter last, assuming she chose to enter at all and wasn’t about to slam the door on them. The detective stopped immediately on entering the room, not because he saw the rather long drop directly in front of him, but out of the habit most seasoned blinkers had developed after many near death and actual death experiences. He himself had never died, but he didn’t doubt it was only a matter of time. “Tedious,” he stated as the cleaning utensils caught his eye. Seriously? They had to clean? He narrowed his bright blue gaze, then noticed that Kid was nowhere to be seen.... What. “Kid? Hello? We stepped into the same room, I’ve never heard of ending up in different ones, so there’s a good chance you’re here, just...” Hidden. He looked at the filthy window. The filthy window stared back. Sherlock blinked first and scowled. “Tedious, tedious, tedious....and probably no one else even knows what they’re doing. Lovely job House.” (Also for added information; they’re each behind separate windows, and to see each other, they have to clean them. What else happens when they do is up to you guys! :j mintedstar/fur zeph! )
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Post by Protractor on Aug 21, 2019 16:01:41 GMT -5
(I suppose I could get that starter up today/tomorrow/whenever you read this Whenever you're up for it! ^^ ) (I'll get that up today
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 21, 2019 18:36:56 GMT -5
Morrigan eyed Hook quickly, looking a bit bemused. What was his problem? She didn't think she'd done anything wrong so far, at least she thought. Her attention was diverted, however, as Shade spoke to her. A small, hesitant smile crossed her face, as the slight worry partially disappeared. It probably wasn't anything too serious, then. "Yeah, this is my third time in." She said, before outstretching her hand. "I'm Morrigan Crow, nice to meet you both." (Really short again, sorry D:) Shadepelt15 and ~∂єѕтιиу
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 21, 2019 18:37:21 GMT -5
Morrigan entered the room after Sherlock and Kid, a slightly apprehensive expression on her face. She immediately looked around, half-expecting for something to jump out at her, only to see how far up she was. She swallowed. The girl had never been afraid of heights, but a fall from that would surely kill her, umbrella or not. It took Morrigan at least a few seconds to realize she was alone. This time, she was slightly afraid. Had they left her? Or did something happen to them? She looked around a couple more times, to no avail. Just when she was about to check if they had fallen, she heard Sherlock's voice, relaxing slightly. "What do I do?" She called out, the panic from before still somewhat in her voice. But as Morrigan looked around, she realized there was only one thing she could try- except for breaking the glass, an idea that seemed far riskier. So, she took one of the window washers, and scraped it across one section of the window almost awkwardly, before peering in. (Okay, thanks. And yayyyyy ) mintedstar/fur and ®Hawkpath®
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 21, 2019 19:30:59 GMT -5
At least the room's purpose seemed fairly straightforward. Kaito understood what the House wanted, but he still grimaced as he picked up the window washer and nearly fumbled with it. Over two years, he'd been learning to compensate for his stiff fingers and deft grip, but that was with items he was used to. The handle of the window washer was smooth and wet from the water it had been in and the grip was not so wide as to be easy to hold and not so thin that he wasn't afraid of dropping it. Distantly, he could hear Morrigan and Sherlock, both of their voices muffled. Since they weren't within sight, and by what he could distantly hear them saying, they were beyond the glass. It was the only thing he could think of. Sherlock sounded like he was having soooooo much fun with that. Carefully, Kaito reached out, running the window washer over the window. The dirt was caked on and it was hard to loosen it. Even the washer only started to make a dent in the grime. Beyond it, as Kaito scraped away at the dirt, he could see vague shadowy outlines beyond the glass. Lips pressed together, Kaito squinted, trying to make out what the shapes were. He thought he could recognize the outline of Sherlock. One was probably Morrigan ... but if that was the case ... why were there more than just the two outlines? If they were on the other side of the windows, then Kaito might understand that, but what if there were just other sheets of glass with other people in it? "Hello?" he asked hesitantly. "If there are more than just Sherlock and Morrigan who's blinked in, it might be polite to introduce yourself!" His body was the sort of tense that a seasoned blinker might be used to, however. It wasn't fear - that was for newbies - and the same went for confusion and apprehension. This was expectation. It wasn't an 'if' the House threw something at them. It was a 'when'. It didn't have to be deadly or disturbing or horrifying. Kaito had been in a room where there had been cakes that had sat on a table for ages, until all the blinkers were bored, but then had gotten up and moved to make a door. The House didn't have to have a room with a puzzle. That was just most of the time. It didn't have to be a room which had you make hard choices or think about yourself, but it's unpredictability meant you always expected it would. And it certainly didn't always have to be deadly or dangerous. It just ... tended to be. In Kaito's opinion. So sue him if he was already preparing for the shadowy outlines he could make out through the dirt to become monsters and try to eat them.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 21, 2019 22:55:54 GMT -5
Hook gave a sideways grin at Shade’s answer, pleased that his assumptions were right. “I bet,” he agreed nonchalantly. As Shade and the newbie exchanged words the man twirled a small brush in his hand, eyeing the palette with an absent ear in the conversation. The last newbie he’d seen had been practically begging for his teeth kicked in, so perhaps he could thank the House for blinking in someone who seemed less irritating. He wouldn’t though. He’d have to die a little less before he ever considered thanking the house for anything. “Hm,” he sort of nodded, a weak acknowledgment for her introduction. Instead, he was busy dabbing the end of his brush into a navy blue shadow, eyebrow lifted slightly and he held back a please smirk.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 22, 2019 11:04:45 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur zeph!)) To Sherlock’s surprise, Morrigan’s and Kid’s voices reached him, though muffled like they were coming through water. Or glass. Sherlock clucked his tongue in disapproval as he walked over to to the cleaning supplies and knelt to inspect them, mostly for anything obviously deadly attached to them. Also because he didn’t have the faintest how to clean windows, and maybe there were instructions somewhere? There weren’t, so he sighed and picked a tool at random: a large stick with a shorter stick attacked perpendicularly to one end. It looked utterly useless, but the consulting detective wasn’t deterred, and he headed over to the window. “Clean the windows, obviously.” He called in answer to Morrigan’s question, arrogant as ever in the face of his utter lack of knowledge and experience. “And watch out for monsters, trap doors, magic potions, and really everything else that you have no way to be prepared for, because anything could happen at any second and something probably will. Basically just be ready for the worst, if you can. Kid and I are experienced enough by now to know this, but few rooms are exactly what they seem. And when they are, it doesn’t matter, because they could stop it at any moment.” Helpful advice. Not. Sherlock reached forward and carefully touched the window with a gloved hand, then put his chosen tool on it too. The grime was so thick he couldn’t see through it, and he wondered whether it was a good idea to remove it. There was no way he was standing around here doing nothing though, and he was curious, so he began the very tedious job of slowly scraping muck away from the glass, making terrible grating noises as he did. Slowly, moving shapes began to appear behind it, and slowly, he realized what Kid had meant when he asked if anyone else had blinked in. There were shapes, all right. Lots and lots of moving shapes. “There’s no one else with me.” He called, narrowing his bright blue eyes. “Are you seeing the extras, too, then? Could be other blinker in the same predicament as us, could be deadly mutants. Only one way to find out.” He kept scraping. And scraping. And wondering whether this was as boring of a room as it seemed, or something exciting was coming for the three or more of them.
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Post by Protractor on Aug 22, 2019 17:14:12 GMT -5
(I think I might try that event thing if I still can.School ain't got jack on me!
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Post by Protractor on Aug 22, 2019 17:14:23 GMT -5
"-and he shall-"Cultist looked around as he was once again "blinked" into the house that caused so much annoyance.Once again this place made him feel like killing the first thing he saw."Ok,who wants to explain this?"He sighed.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Aug 22, 2019 17:39:32 GMT -5
Shades cheeks flushed just a bit at his very minimal answer, firmly keeping her attention on the newbie. Despite her slipping composure, she maintained an even smile and a relaxed posture. "Oh, I see. We've both been here a long, long time. For me its been about... Mm. I think its been almost seventeen years," she said, eyebrows lifting in gentle surprise. Dang. "Hes... Well, his timeline is very confusing, but hes been here at least that long, probably longer. Technically." Sitting herself up, she reached out and happily took her hand, giving it a gentle shake then letting go again. "My name is Shade Califree, and this is Captain Hook. Its a delight to meet you, Miss Crow. I hope your few times here haven't been too life threatening yet," she said, offering a knowing grin. It was always so interesting meeting newbies, seeing how they handled being introduced to the house and what they would do. The variety between people was huge, understandably. Sometimes it reminded her of her first few times blinking in. Oh yes, those were the days... ( ~∂єѕтιиу zeph! no problem!! we aren't super prickly about post length or anything ^^ also, I love your profile photo, tsunami! Glimmer is hella kickass )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 22, 2019 17:40:12 GMT -5
(Sure thing! To do the plot, characters have already arrived at the inn. Your character probably arrived with the previous batch of characters who were there before. They have no memories of who they were before and instead have 'fake lives'. They are unaware of the House and that they are from other worlds. I'd suggest reading the front page for a bit better of an explanation. If the Cultist has appeared in the living room and not the plot, then I will blink in The Doctor. Otherwise, if the Cultist is in the plot, I'd suggest making some minor adjustments and you should be fine. )
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Post by Protractor on Aug 22, 2019 18:01:07 GMT -5
(Cultist is in the living room.I'm gonna put Jack into the inn
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 22, 2019 19:52:22 GMT -5
(Got it! Here's The Doctor!)
Blinking into the living room, The Doctor yawned and adjusted her position on the couch. It took her a second to realize she wasn't sitting on her couch. This was far too warn and overstuffed to be her. She looked around the room and at once noticed Cultist. She recognized him from before, and both of her eyebrows rose. She sat forward and asked, "Did you just turn up?"
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