Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 22, 2019 20:12:10 GMT -5
Morrigan raised her eyebrows. “Wow.” She said simply. Seventeen years. She wouldn’t have even expected to live that long two years ago. She wondered if she would be there that long, and if she would want to. “Thanks,” She said, smiling slightly again, before glancing around. “Has this one proved to be like that? Is there something we have to do yet?” Morrigan questioned, looking at Hook while asking the latter, who seemed to be fiddling with some eyeshadow. (Thanks :3- I recently watched the second and third seasons, so now I’m adoring it once more. Glimmer’s totally my favorite.) ~∂єѕтιиу and Shadepelt15
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 22, 2019 20:28:55 GMT -5
Morrigan frowned, still unable to see anything. She squinted harder, but there was still plenty of dirt on the window. She sighed, before going back to scraping it off- well, more like hitting, as she did it in increasingly smaller intervals. In her defense, she’d barely seen one of the tools, let alone use one before She snuck another look in, though, when she faintly heard Kid ask about other people being in the room. She could somewhat make out the silhouettes through the glass, only to be baffled at the extra ones. The girl hesitantly looked to her left and right, but realized she couldn’t see her neighboring sides. How did she not see that before? And, now that she thought about it, how many sides did the building have? She looked back in after quickly cleaning a bit more, and counted the sides twice, to double check if. There were nine, counting her’s, with one outline on each. That meant there were six strangers. She went to look further, only to hear Sherlock. Morrigan paused, straining to hear, only to frown again. She didn’t really want to prepared for the worst, because the preparation itself was something she would rather skip. She looked in again, glancing at the shapes once more. She couldn’t be too careful, though, could she? And she hadn’t tried to do it in what seemed like forever... A slight smile formed on her face as she began scraping/hitting again. A hum rose from her throat, it being both soft and horrendous at the same time. mintedstar/fur and ®Hawkpath®
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 22, 2019 20:45:04 GMT -5
Hook scoffed in agreement. Confusing was one way to put it. With the house borrowing him from numerous versions of his timeline, Shade probably had a better guess of how many years he’d been here than he did. Going from earliest to latest, it seemed his whole life was somehow wrapped into the House, even if only for a brief period of time. With the makeup brush still gently stroking the top of his chosen color, the pirate lifted his eyes towards Shade for a moment as she introduced them. There was a smug smile creeping on his face, partially amused by her natural ability to be to kind, though partially knowing that her attention was being forcefully directed away from him. As Morrigan spoke, Hook answered promptly, though his words indirect to the question. “Close your eyes,” he told Shade, grinning as he pushed his way back into the focus of attention. He lifted the dark blue stained brush in explanation, but he doubted she needed one. (No idea what y’all are talking about tbh but the art is cute lmao) @leznupar zeph!
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Post by Protractor on Aug 22, 2019 21:13:33 GMT -5
"Yup."Replied the masked figure as he nodded slowly."It's getting rather annoying,not gonna lie."He leaned up against the wall and let his head rest on it.This was getting repetitive.Not in the way that was repetitive in a fun or humorous way but more of a straight up "someone-fixin'-die" kind of way.
He sighed as he thought about the things that he could be putting into this time.Yes,he knew he'd "blink out" right back to when he "blinked in" but he felt that it was still going on.Whatever the reason for making him feel that way he was curious more so about other things."So does this Moon Lord forsaken building have reason for taking people or is it just random?"
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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 22, 2019 22:50:02 GMT -5
"You'd have to go outside to see him, and from what I hear, folks around here don't venture out after dark?" There was a hint of a question in his tone. He hoped the chatty kid would elaborate on the strange going ons of the town. Upon hearing Amico's continued interest in the horses, the farrier added gruffly, "Don't go messing around horses you don't know. That's a good way to get kicked in the head."
Hector looked over at Kelsier, something curious yet cautious in his gaze. The farrier had had little experience with magic in his life; magic was something sung about in old tales, not a daily influencer on life. Sure, it was interspersed throughout the villages- a magician here, an old curse there. But it was not something he had to deal with on the regular. Hector was, however, not one to pry. With Amico's bubbly and excited speech, it was easy enough to move on smoothly.
Hector glanced over at Sam as Amico mentioned a boy with a drawing pad, keeping a bit of an eye on him. It wasn't that he didn't trust Sam. But the strangeness of the town and the crowdedness of the tavern kept him watchful. Hector then scoffed good naturedly at the goatherd's comment. "I'm hardly portait material."
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Aug 22, 2019 23:06:50 GMT -5
"I have no idea, haven't been in here long enough to tell. It doesn't look threatening yet, and I'm not feeling anything weird, but whoooo knooowws," she answered, then sharply looked back at Hook. At the instruction her lips pressed together in a line, eyebrows going up as she squinted and eye'd the brush suspiciously. "Hook... I don't imagine this is a very good idea," she said gruffly. Even so, she was entirely aware of how fighting him would be absolutely useless and instead sighed, letting her shoulders slump and her eyes fall shut obediently. "Miss Crow, please ensure he doesn't leave me looking like a clown..." ( ~∂єѕтιиу zeph! its a she-ra reboot cartoon! but yeah, the third season is willlldddd, i'm not very in the loop with it all but i binged it recently and hooo booyy personally, hordak is bae)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 23, 2019 1:07:27 GMT -5
"Yup."Replied the masked figure as he nodded slowly."It's getting rather annoying,not gonna lie."He leaned up against the wall and let his head rest on it.This was getting repetitive.Not in the way that was repetitive in a fun or humorous way but more of a straight up "someone-fixin'-die" kind of way. He sighed as he thought about the things that he could be putting into this time.Yes,he knew he'd "blink out" right back to when he "blinked in" but he felt that it was still going on.Whatever the reason for making him feel that way he was curious more so about other things."So does this Moon Lord forsaken building have reason for taking people or is it just random?" "Oh?" said The Doctor. It wasn't agreement, just an invitation for Cultist to continue if he wanted to elaborate on his annoyance. "It isn't much of a surprise to me anymore. I just take it as it comes." She did lean forward a bit more at the question. Now that was more interesting. "I'm not sure. I think it was implied to be random. But I'm not sure if anyone is actually sure about that. I think it had reason. I just don't know it yet." Her tone of voice made it clear that she intended to find out what that reason was. "What do you think?" she asked.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 23, 2019 3:07:21 GMT -5
Cloverleaf ®Hawkpath® <Raintalon> Lark Iceclaw Shaking his head hurriedly, Amico said, "No. Don't go outside." He looked a little worried that Hector was even questioning it! That was dangerous. He didn't want his new friends hurt. "People go missing if they go out there!" He said, repeating his sister's words. He wilted a bit at the gruff words of Hector and the equally gruff words from Kelsier about magic. Was he really assumed to be that reckless? Well, maybe he was, but they didn't have to assume! "Whatcha gonna do here anyway?" he said, crossing his arms. Distantly, he could hear his dad's voice, so he tried to keep his voice down. He didn't want to go to bed. If he did, then the nightmares would come. If the nightmares came then what would he do? He couldn't ...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 23, 2019 3:40:56 GMT -5
It was impossible to be completely sure what was on the other side of the piece of glass, though Kaito had also gotten to the point where he could count how many extra silhouettes there were. Too many, that was. Sherlock, he, and Morrigan were easily outnumbered. And no one other than Sherlock and Morrigan had spoken up. That meant that, for now, he was making a bet that the silhouettes were something the House had cooked up. Which didn't help in the slightest. But there didn't seem to be much more that Kaito could do other than clean. He could have stopped, but he didn't know what reaction that would have either. At least if he went forward he had a fair idea that they were following some sort of plan, even if he didn't know what that plan was. He watched the shapes behind the window. He could tell they were moving now. Doing something. Acting out a scene? But the window wasn't clean enough to make out what it was. "Hey Sherlock?" he asked, loudly. "What do you make of this?" As he said this, he watched the figures, expecting some reaction from what he'd said. But there wasn't one. Could they not hear him? He also hadn't heard anything from Morrigan lately. "You alright over there, Morrigan?" he asked. (Pfft. Hey Bubbling. If you wanna see something funny, I'm casting my vote to have the figures enact some mystery or the like. Just so Sherlock can't solve it because the figures can't hear. )
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 23, 2019 13:02:50 GMT -5
Rex’s assurances, though, did little to reassure Mei. She clasped her hands together, scanning the crowd, eye darting from person to person as Cham arrived, also clueless. If even she couldn’t see him...their chances of finding him before he stumbled into someone unsavory were dwindling. “Rex,” she said, as usual none of her anxiety making it into her flat tone, “He could be gone already. We don’t know he’s still in the building.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2019 15:33:26 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.” ( Razzle Dazzle) “Hm.” L was listening. He really was, and she wasn’t exactly wrong so much as she wasn’t right. She was assuming a lot, for example. She was saying, “you wouldn’t”, in the places he’d say, “what if you didn’t?” He noted her addition of “I believe”, which did help, but still. “I see.” He said, and he thought he did now. Mostly. “I’m afraid i can’t quite agree with you on that point. You’re taking too many unsupported leaps, for one thing, and you’re definitely too cynical. Personally, I doubt we would have any language on our own, simply because it would have no purpose. In a void, there is no one to communicate with, why would we invent a method to do so? You’re right, there.” He watched her glove. Why was she wearing gloves? All her belongings had been destroyed, correct? So she’d either thought to grab them, or she’d been wearing them already. So, either they were important to her, or she used them, probably frequently to have happened to be wearing them during the fire. What reasons did one have to wear gloves, then? He chewed his lip thoughtfully, letting his brain turn that over in the background as he continued with his other thoughts. “The question is, why wouldn’t you think or feel? Of course, it would be very different from what we know as ‘thinking’ and ‘feeling’ as we now understand it, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t exist, or even that it would be any worse. Just different. Just like you and I have had drastically different experiences, and are drastically different people, but that you and you’re no less than me. That’s what I think.” He leaned back and poked at his teeth with his thumb as he watched her, curiosity blooming in his chest as he waited for her reaction. His poetry was almost forgotten when she brought it up again, and he glanced down, half surprised to see the paper still there on the table. “If reality in a mirror is altered, we can never truly know what we look like.” He said softly. “Is that beautiful? I don’t know. What about a reflection can be beautiful if what it reflects isn’t? Do you think the world is beautiful?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2019 15:52:27 GMT -5
On hearing the distress in the Amico’s tone, Kelsier shook his head and looked right into the kid’s eyes. “We aren’t going out there.” He said firmly. “No need. We came here to spend the night, and going out would kind of make that hard, wouldn’t it?” People disappearing? He’d heard rumors, but they were little more than half-heard whispers of someone else’s conversation, nothing like like the genuine fear in little Amico’s bright eyes. Again he glanced over to make sure Nico was visible and safe by Sam. He was, so the goatherd turned back to the conversation. “On the contrary, I think you’d make a wonderful portrait.” Kelsier said it with perfect seriousness, although the twinkle in his eye did betray him if you were paying attention. “You’re hair alone is a masterpiece. If I could draw at all I’d give it my best effort.” The fun faded, just a little, as he looked back down. Where were Amico’s parents? He didn’t let it show in his eyes, but the fact that no one had come looking yet was both worrying and just a little anger inducing. Was he really all alone? Or were his parents just completely unaware of what could happen to a small, unattended child in an inn at night? The boy was lucky to have latched in to them for the time being, instead of...well. Someone else. It was probably in everyone’s best interest to keep Amico interested, so Kelsier smiled again, boyish and unconcerned. “As for what we’re going to do, oh...eat, sleep, draw people’s hair. The usual. What are your plans?” ( mintedstar/fur Cloverleaf <Raintalon> Lark Iceclaw )
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 23, 2019 16:09:18 GMT -5
(I’ll vote for that, I wanna make my detective mad ) Sherlock’s window cleaning strategy was this: he would raise the utensil thingy over his head like a baseball bat, then spin as fast as he could and hope it hit the glass. Sometimes he missed. Then he spun for a few seconds, silently trying to both catch himself and not be noticed by the other two, as he looked very strange when he did it. Most of the time though, he would hit the window with a bang and take off a good bit of the filth it was covered in, so really, it wasn’t a bad way to go about it. Plus, if he accidentally broke the window, that probably wouldn’t hurt anything. If it did, it did. He was willing to take that chance to cut down the time he had to spend cleaning windows. He paused, out of breath, to stare at the shapes again. He could see them a little better now. They seemed to be...interacting with each other, which meant they were in the same room. Since the House had separated all three blinkers that had stepped in, it made sense to deduce the shapes were part of the room, not blinkers being annoyingly quiet. They also didn’t seem to be reacting to the blinkers at all. It was almost like they were in a play, and he, Kid and Morrigan were the spectators. “They’re not blinkers.” He answered, confidence pulsing through his voice. “They don’t even know we’re here, or else they don’t care. Obviously, we’re supposed to clean these windows so we can see them, and then I suppose they’re either going to see us or they won’t. One way to find out.” He lifted the stick thing over his shoulder and spun. He missed. He didn’t fall, though, and he was quite proud to discover he’d simply turned in a full, effortless circle. “Morrigan? Please tell me you’ve started on your window. This is going to take ages if we don’t do it properly.” ( mintedstar/fur zeph! )
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 23, 2019 19:44:52 GMT -5
“Oh, okay.” Morrigan said, not sure to be either relieved or disappointed. It was nice to not be in any real threat of dying, but a room full of makeup was nearly parallel to that. She hated things like that- it wasn’t practical, and often consisted of bright, sparkly colors, a no on her part. She glanced at Hook while he spoke, stepping back slightly with a slight frown. She gave a small nod to Shade, and began to watch, only pausing to re-evaluate the room now and then, in case she missed something prior. (Yeah- I want to see more of Hordak and Entrapta... They’re so cute... :3) ~∂єѕтιиу and Shadepelt15
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Post by Protractor on Aug 23, 2019 20:43:59 GMT -5
"Yup."Replied the masked figure as he nodded slowly."It's getting rather annoying,not gonna lie."He leaned up against the wall and let his head rest on it.This was getting repetitive.Not in the way that was repetitive in a fun or humorous way but more of a straight up "someone-fixin'-die" kind of way. He sighed as he thought about the things that he could be putting into this time.Yes,he knew he'd "blink out" right back to when he "blinked in" but he felt that it was still going on.Whatever the reason for making him feel that way he was curious more so about other things."So does this Moon Lord forsaken building have reason for taking people or is it just random?" "Oh?" said The Doctor. It wasn't agreement, just an invitation for Cultist to continue if he wanted to elaborate on his annoyance. "It isn't much of a surprise to me anymore. I just take it as it comes." She did lean forward a bit more at the question. Now that was more interesting. "I'm not sure. I think it was implied to be random. But I'm not sure if anyone is actually sure about that. I think it had reason. I just don't know it yet." Her tone of voice made it clear that she intended to find out what that reason was. "What do you think?" she asked. " I think it's reason is stopping us from making a mistake."Cultist answered."If you think about it most of the time you're about to act on or make a decision when you're brought here,rarely have I seen someone that had just been laying down in bed or something.Seems to me this house doesn't like free will."He explained,ending with a small laugh.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 23, 2019 21:09:25 GMT -5
Hook grinned at her response. “You’ll be fine,” he assured. As she closed her eyes he gave her a second to speak agin before leaning closer to drag the deep color across her eyelid. It was a pleasing feeling, but mostly he was just curious of what his results would be. He was hardly any talented with makeup, despite knowing from woman of time, but how suspicious Shade seemed made him chuckle. The term clown struck the memory of several realms - as he’d heard it used various times for all sorts of characters and creatures. Mostly, the word seemed to be a negative descriptor - or something of poor comedy. Either was probably fitting for what she feared he’d do to her. “I don’t know why you’d think I’d do such a thing,” He mused slowly, focused on his work. “Perhaps ensure nothing kills us, because I’m busy,” he instructed the newbie, his tone harsh despite the sarcastic nature one would expect to find in his words. As smiley as he was with the woman in front of him, the presence of someone else in the room seemed to displease him. If his words were an attempt at humor, it would have to found deep under his layers of irritation. Perhaps it was there, though, as he seemed mostly satisfied with the task before him. Shadepelt15 zeph!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 23, 2019 23:15:38 GMT -5
"Oh?" said The Doctor. It wasn't agreement, just an invitation for Cultist to continue if he wanted to elaborate on his annoyance. "It isn't much of a surprise to me anymore. I just take it as it comes." She did lean forward a bit more at the question. Now that was more interesting. "I'm not sure. I think it was implied to be random. But I'm not sure if anyone is actually sure about that. I think it had reason. I just don't know it yet." Her tone of voice made it clear that she intended to find out what that reason was. "What do you think?" she asked. " I think it's reason is stopping us from making a mistake."Cultist answered."If you think about it most of the time you're about to act on or make a decision when you're brought here,rarely have I seen someone that had just been laying down in bed or something.Seems to me this house doesn't like free will."He explained,ending with a small laugh. It was an interesting theory. The Doctor hadn't considered it. She guessed it could have been possible that this was part of the reason why the House existed. "I was sitting on my couch before blinking in," she said. It wasn't a way for her to disprove Cultist's theory. Just a statement. "But what end goal could it have?"
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Aug 24, 2019 2:21:37 GMT -5
Shade grunted softly at his assurance, certain that he was thrilled to do.. whatever he was intending to do, against her initial will. Hmph. "I'll have you know this is the most vulnerable I've ever been, I can't be sure of what anyone would do to me right now," she said grouchily, nose scrunching sortly for a brief moment. His aggression towards the newbie made her sigh and roll her eyes under her eyelids. "He means well. Feel free to look around, though." For a bit she let the silence linger, allowing her face to be colored to Hook's liking, but eventually she couldn't suppress her curiosity regarding the newbie. She seemed very interesting, and it had been a long time since she'd spoken to a calm tempered stranger. "Whats your world like?" (yeessss, hordak and entrapta are what keep me going tbh tbh) ~∂єѕтιиу zeph!
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 24, 2019 4:59:19 GMT -5
Morrigan paused to look in once more. She squinted hard, the hum trailing off for a moment. She could see the outlines doing something all together- except for two. They must’ve been Kid and Sherlock. She listened to them speak, humming once more as she scraped harder on the glass. She could begin to make out the details in certain places, while in others the grime was as thick as when she started. She wondered what exactly the shapes were doing. Maybe the strangers were trying to send them a message! Or a warning... Morrigan stopped to go peer in again. She narrowed her eyes... Was one of them spinning? She dismissed it, however, as she heard Kid and Sherlock again. “Yeah- I’m fine and working as hard as I can,” She called, before adding, “Look, we can make out where we are now. Kind of.” (I third that. Also, sorry this was so late- I didn’t have any time last night.) mintedstar/fur and ®Hawkpath®
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Post by Protractor on Aug 24, 2019 8:18:28 GMT -5
" I think it's reason is stopping us from making a mistake."Cultist answered."If you think about it most of the time you're about to act on or make a decision when you're brought here,rarely have I seen someone that had just been laying down in bed or something.Seems to me this house doesn't like free will."He explained,ending with a small laugh. It was an interesting theory. The Doctor hadn't considered it. She guessed it could have been possible that this was part of the reason why the House existed. "I was sitting on my couch before blinking in," she said. It wasn't a way for her to disprove Cultist's theory. Just a statement. "But what end goal could it have?" "That I have no idea of."Cultist answered.The House certainly wasn't an open book.It'd probably be a long time after he was gone.But he'd be damned if he wasn't going to help. "So is there anything people do here besides try not to die?"
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 24, 2019 10:54:46 GMT -5
Both Orpheuses winced at the sound of the Kelsiers’ voices. It was too clear to both of them that not only did they need to make it obvious to the real Kelsier which one was real, but a lot was riding on them doing so. But how could they possibly do that when it was impossible to tell from their voice alone which was real? “You’re right,” Orpheus #2 said, voice trembling. “We need a way to tell us apart.” But code names? What could they possibly choose? None of them could be Orpheus and none of them could be Kelsier and wouldn’t that make it more confusing? “What sorts of code names?” he asked after a moment. “My code name could be Lyre,” Orpheus #1 suggested helpfully after giving it a few seconds’ thought, not realizing that not only did Kelsier probably not know what a lyre was, but the word was probably translated as ‘liar.’ The House was not particularly helpful that way. Orpheus #1 frowned, but nodded, not seeing anything wrong with the idea. “I could go with Calliope,” he managed after a moment. It was hard, thinking of a term that would make sense, even if Kelsier didn’t know his history. Oddly enough, naming himself after his mother didn’t seem as weird as he expected it to, even if he had really never met her. “I don’t know how to prove myself to you,” Lyre murmured, shaking his head. “He looks exactly like me, Kelsier.” And, it seemed he was similar enough that he might actually have thought he was the real Orpheus… or maybe that was just the House tricking them. Or maybe Lyre himself was the fake… how could he even be sure who he was? Mirrored back at him from Calliope was the same uncertainty.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 24, 2019 11:18:41 GMT -5
Both Kelsiers blinked at each other at the choice of codename from Orpheus #1. “Liar?” Kelsier #1 repeated, as though by saying it out loud it would somehow become a different word, with a different meaning. It didn’t, and Kelsier #2 was no less confused. Was the House making itself incredibly obvious here? Or was this some kind of joke from the real Orpheus, a strategy perhaps? Maybe he’d assumed the House would never pick such an obvious name, and so he’d done it to prove his genuineness. If he had, it had failed. Neither Kelsier has any way of knowing who’s strategy this was supposed to be, and out of the two options the idea of the House playing mind games was far more comfortable than Orpheus doing it. Had Kelsier prided himself on the speed he figured the rooms out, he might have decided Lyre was probably the fake and begun to act accordingly. But it was too early for that. Kelsier #1 gazed at his double, trying to read his mind. It didn’t occur to him that he might be the fake, because the fake couldn’t think, right? The fake couldn’t have these memories of moments outside the House, this pulsing fear that maybe, maybe Orpheus would guess wrong and who knew what might happen then? “Mare.” Kelsier #1 pounced on the name, glaring at Kelsier #2 as though he’d beaten him to the obvious choice. Which he had. Kelsier #2 had just opened his mouth to say the same thing, and now he paused, blinking in surprise as the codename was snatched out from under him. “All right then...” Kelsier #2 muttered, eyeing Mare through narrowed hazel eyes. It felt like an insult, for the House to steal that name. When it had forced him to talk about her already, it just added insult to injury. He wanted to turn away so he wouldn’t have to look into his own eyes anymore, but his will held out and he stared back, defiant. “Spook.” Kelsier #2 said after a moment, and somehow, he cracked a smile. “All right, Liar, Calliope, we need a strategy. How do we prove who’s real? Ideas?”
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 24, 2019 19:20:50 GMT -5
Morrigan nodded, looking disconcerted for a moment. Truth be told, she wasn’t great at the simplest sarcasm- if there was any from Hook, she missed it completely. The child smiled, albeit a little weakly. “Okay, thanks.” In the silence that followed, she wandered around the room, looking each vanity over before absentmindedly tapping each mirror as a way to keep count. At one point, she took the end of one of the peeling black stickers in the room and wrapped it around one hand, proceeding to tear the vine sticker down slowly. She looked where it was, eyebrows furrowed, only to sigh at the pink wall there. She had no idea what she was looking for, but she had hoped it was at least something exciting. Ah well. The girl crumpled the sticker, and stuffed it in her coat pocket. Then, she continued, tapping each mirror with renewed force. She paused, however, at Shade’s question. Morrigan hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should say anything about it all, before making up her mind and opening her mouth. “It’s really Wunderful, honestly. And magical, and pretty confusing. Like, you could be walking down the street one moment, and the next be upside down, hanging by your ankles. Or have your body turned inside out. The ones where you die are usually blocked off, though. “Then there’s all different people- there are Wunimals, both Major and Minor, species like dwarf vampires and Magnificats, and people with knacks, like Jupiter North, my patron. He’s a Witness, which means he can see things like emotions, lies, and significant memories of living and -well- not living things alike.” “He’s a member of the Wundrous Society- it’s a group of valiant people who have extraordinary knacks. They do things ranging from gathering support to protecting the city. I’m a part of it too, but-“ Morrigan stopped abruptly in the midst of her ramble. It came out in a stream, her being only somewhat conscious of the flow, until she realized it was becoming more about knacks. She supposed she said so much because she was the one explaining it- usually, she was the one listening in these scenarios. It felt good for a change, but she probably said a little too much. The back of her neck prickled slightly as she spoke once more, this time in a smaller voice. “Ah, sorry. I rambled for way too long there.” (I’m sorry x3) ~∂єѕтιиу and Shadepelt15
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 24, 2019 22:20:09 GMT -5
(I'm on vacation so I'll reply tomorrow)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 24, 2019 23:20:01 GMT -5
(hhh love that my whole post deleted) Hook continued with his project, silent as the two others spoke. He’d painted both Shade’s eyelids navy by the time Morrigan had finished her spiel - the color blended surprisingly well, deliberately reaching beneath her eyes and up close to her eyebrow as it faded out. He was remarkably calm as he worked, patient despite the undesirable background noise coming from the newbie. He possessed a hardly delicate touch, but he concentrated on be careful. He frowned a bit, peeved by a subtle flutter of his canvas’ eyelashes, but also from the unfamiliar realm structure Morrigan was explaining. As a frequent realm hopper, the newbie’s place of origin sounded like an absolute hell. All the various creatures, worldly threats, and magical abilities were the building blocks of a travelers nightmare. It was impossible to plan for, and more importantly, organizations like the one she was explaining usually meant trouble for him. Lucky, he had no intention of joining the odd girl on her blink back to the terrible sounding place. He was curious, however, what type of magic she possessed. He supposed...perhaps...if Shade didn’t ask before him then maybe hed consider entering the conversation with the query. Until then, he continued to look disinterested as he found a darker color on the palette. ( Shadepelt15 zeph!
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Aug 24, 2019 23:31:09 GMT -5
"Yes, I'd rather have a full belly and a warm bed than another cold night riding in the dark." Hector seconded.
Hector snorted, comfortable in laughing at himself. "And you could make a pretty picture yourself, what with the blond that most everyone seems to covet. Perhaps if you brushed it once in a while?" Hector had a way of teasing that was perhaps harsh, but he truly meant no ill will and this could be read in his eyes, crinkled at the corners with smile lines.
The fact that no one had called the child yet led Hector to think that Amico might be here alone; his unkempt hair could be that of a beggar child, but other than that, he didn't look too poorly. So perhaps just a scamp mischeviously away from a watchful eye. He waited to hear the boy's reply to Kelsier's sublte inquiry. He was glad Kelsier was here to handle some of the finer points of talking to the lone boy; Hector was candid, but this could cause him to be gruff at times.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 25, 2019 21:00:43 GMT -5
It was an interesting theory. The Doctor hadn't considered it. She guessed it could have been possible that this was part of the reason why the House existed. "I was sitting on my couch before blinking in," she said. It wasn't a way for her to disprove Cultist's theory. Just a statement. "But what end goal could it have?" "That I have no idea of."Cultist answered.The House certainly wasn't an open book.It'd probably be a long time after he was gone.But he'd be damned if he wasn't going to help. "So is there anything people do here besides try not to die?" "I think a lot of them try to learn," said The Doctor, waving a hand around at nothing in particular. "Would you like to go into a room? Apparently they aren't all deadly." Speaking as someone who was used to most things being deadly, The Doctor didn't seemed to care too much. "I think that someone will be able to answer more of those questions. It isn't really what I know just yet." She'd blinked in more than Cultist, but she was just as new to this as he was.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 26, 2019 0:18:46 GMT -5
Lyre heard the hesitation in Kelsier’s voice, but perhaps it was just because he had never heard of the instrument. It seemed that music in Kelsier’s world was probably quite different - perhaps an indication that this was the real Kelsier? He couldn’t tell for sure, but there was no follow up question, so Lyre shrugged and went along with it. Calliope was more focused on the choice of names by both Kelsiers. It seemed both wanted Mare, although who that was remained a mystery. Obviously Mare was to Kelsier as Hermes was to Orpheus… he had heard the accusation one of the Kelsier’s had made to the other. Mare had been the one to die in whatever room Kelsier was in. Just as Hermes had been the one to die in Orpheus’. “Mare and Spook,” he repeated after a moment. Suddenly, Lyre frowned, the expression surprising Calliope. Slowly, the man spoke. “We have names for each other now, so I can refer to… to you,” he stuttered, glancing over at Calliope, “As Calliope, but how do I know which Kelsier is speaking if you both have the same voice?” Unless they all just said their code name whenever they finished speaking, but how then did you know that they were telling the truth. Although if fake Kelsier used the wrong code name, Lyre was almost sure that the real Kelsier would call him out. He knew he would call out Calliope if he did the same thing. At least if Calliope started to refer to himself as Lyre, Lyre would know that he was the real Orpheus. Why else would the House try to steal the nickname? Calliope had no such doubt in his mind, though he was aware that Lyre raised a good question. “I… I’m scared the House has all of the information we would know, and we don’t know each other well enough anyway to know, I don’t know how we figure this out,” he admitted. “Maybe we ask questions? Try to find a gap in what the other person knows?”
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Aug 26, 2019 15:04:23 GMT -5
I'm getting such a kick out of these three interacting, man does it ever feel good to be back at it again ~∂єѕтιиу zeph! ) Shade did her best to not smile too much while the pirate above her colored her face, but listening to the newbie gave her a sense of calm, and she quite loved listening. The conversation was welcome, as were stories about whatever adventurous worlds others lived in. She felt the touch of the brush and Hooks presence drift for a moment and she opened her eyes to look over at the younger girl, smiling warmly with intrigue. "Oh no, don't apologize! Please, carry on. Its absolutely fascinating to listen to. Of course, if you aren't comfortable telling a stranger I do understand, but I'd also like to point out theres nothing I can really do to you here." Or would, she thought, finding that she was already quite fond of the girl. Like the usually drunken and very cranky pirate, she often didn't particularly enjoy the reckless naivety most newbies exhibited. Not that that would ever lead her to treat them poorly, but some were more easy to converse with than others and she felt as if this young girl was one of them. Glancing to her partner, she eye'd his hands as he fidgeted with more of the dusts. "I suppose you aren't done with me yet, then? Can I look?"
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