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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 31, 2019 16:57:38 GMT -5
If anyone is around, I'm free to RP. o3o ))
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Post by Auransky on Aug 31, 2019 18:47:09 GMT -5
The round man placed his hands along his chest, lightly tapping his chest as a sign of confidencee in their situation. The yellow-green eyed man appeared to lack evidence in his own defense. The round man couldn’t help but smile, it was a pleasing sight to see that the supposed healer was placed against the wall.
He did watch the green-yellow eyed man walk around the room. He was both anxious to tackle the man, but also weary of what could happen. On the other hand he watched the newcomers. It was strange-to see new comers arrive to the scene at such a late moment. In fact, they were affected by the fog. Why? They themselves, captain, victor, and the lady in red weren’t affected-they-so why were the strangers affected?
He crossed his arms now considering the odds. Was this a trick? Were they to trust these newcomers? Were they intentionally turned that way by the blue haired man? What about their lack of knowledge. His eyes turned to the mummy, who declared more evidence because this was getting them nowhere.
Previously, in other attempts they had been assulted by the mob, and this time they made a plan to seperate themselves from the mob. In other instances they were attacked by monsters, which this time they too avoided-kinda. And now these monster like humans? Telling them to stop? Let alone the blue haired man appearing early... or even at all. He normally appeared after they failed-like a vision, only brief with a smile to tell them they failed.
Then the vampire spoke up, he too seemed like a force to be weary off. The round man didn’t like that-the vampire seemed able to hold his own. It was both concerning yet saddening to see the other man play against the odds. And then the round man’s brows raised higher then any morning sunshine he had bore witness. Listening to the vampire declare that he gives up, or seems to be dropping out of the situation. This was rather, shocking. He forgot to blink, his eyes wide as the man appeared to be stepping away.
His attention turned towards the Viar who seemed too calmly seated for the little bit of time they had. His attention next turned to the Yard Captain who tensed, only to loosen up after hearing the Vampire give up too. Then there was the lady in red who seemed rather confused, and yet relieved.
Then the vicar stood up and started walking around, going off about statues, and the creatures. So what if there wassns’t a dragon? Dragons are big scary creatures. It’s better they get out before they encounter the one being that will fry them in seconds.
After what felt to be an eternal silence, the round man cleared his throat. “Well then..” He softly began. “Seeing as we should have no distraction much longer.” His attention turned to the Vicar, “You should at least prepare the final prayer.” He next turned to the captain, “As well do you to strike.” He added then turned to the lady in red. “Then the final cheer before we return to from whence we came.”
His attention turned to the yard captain with a snarky remark. “I shan’t, give him credit for this painful experience? NO”
What was she doing? She was provocing the man? Why? This was just more stalling. He was going to step in and speak out, but the lady in red seemed occupied with the man with blue hair. Nonetheless, it seemed like a waste. And then she broke his lantern, why? As the lantern shattered, there was light threads visible on him , which he hadn’t seen until this moment. As she spoke, he blinked, realizing something that had once been figured out before. Of course it had....they had forgotten
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Post by Auransky on Aug 31, 2019 18:47:49 GMT -5
The vicar remained seated with a bible at hand. He looked at the open bibles he slid across the room. And yet, despite the circumstances-and the solution he questioned himself. He too felt guilt towards taking someone’s life, but he also wasn’t happy knowing he was going home. Instead he felt, relieved, and assured. Why? His attention turned towards the doctor, then he glimpsed at the yellow-green eyed man. Why did he see relief when he looked at the strange man?
He forcefully jerked his head elsewhere, more so to the statue that was only recently destroyed by the lady in red. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around the need to destroy physical property. All the statues, all the mythical creatures, especially the graceful majestic dragon the woman only destroyed seemed like a sad loss. Though he too is a trapped member of this accursed game, back in his time, he remembered growing up reading dragon stories. He always considered the dragon to be a sign of good luck, prosperity and elegance. It was how he coped with the scary thunderstorms as a kid, by hugging a dragon plushie.
And yet, a new question crossed his mind. He stood up now, gazing at all the statues. Each one representing a different creature. The statues some of them were lined up nicely, and the others circled the room. Yet there was a few by the windows, along the entry ways, and others carved into the ceiling. He started walking around, ignoring the looks of his colleagues. He counted each statue, and recalled each reset they have been forced to live through. Every reset they encountered a certain number of monsters. After a bit of counting he stopped, now looking at the Mummy, Ghost, and Vampire. Up to this point they haven’t encountered any of those creatures. He started walking along the outskirts of the room, looking through the statues carved into the walls. He slowed down spottting a vampire, then lightly pointed towards the vampire. Next he slowed his pace at a mummy statue, there it was too, and thus the light point to the mummy. Finally the ghost, (good luck imagining that), in which he lightly pointed to the ghost.
Quietly he pulled out a quail , and a small notebook. He began flipping through the pages, the tip of his writing utensil tapping the pages as he flipped through it. After a few or more so pages he stopped to mark something in. Then again flipped through it. Next he did this two more times. Afterwards he flipped through the small book multiple times. He looked back at all the statues in the room, and the pages in his book. “In all of our redos. We always encounter something here that aims to stop us.” He started to explain his reasoning behind the awkward activity. “In every attempt one or several monsters that are depicted as statues here appear. We rarely get the same creature twice in this room.” He pointed to the Mummy statue. “You three add to this pattern from our previous encounters.” He pointed next to the vampire statue. “It took me a while to notice that these statues resemble the creatures we encounter here.” He next pointed to the ghost statue. “I think I can safely throw an assumption in the air.”
After a few flips through he stopped on a particular page then flipped the book around to hold it out. The page had a drawn detailed sketch of a prideful dragon. “The only creature that we have not encountered in this room is the dragon.” He observed, then nudged his head in the direction of the now destroyed dragon statue. “So where’s the dragon? Why haven’t we encountered one?”
The woman in red was speaking to the man with blue hair. As the two spoke, there was still that feeling of uneasiness. At the same time relief. Was the man attractive? he shut his eyes entirely, shaking his head. Insanity... he didn’t have those kinds of feelings. Even under his religion back home. On the other hand, the revaluation of the strings brought unease to him and internal conflict.
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Post by Auransky on Aug 31, 2019 18:49:09 GMT -5
The yard captain stiffened. What in blazes was the vicar going on about. What had these statues to do with anything? They were trophies, trophies set by the master mind for every little victory they had against the monsters. It was a mockery, and fluke and laugh, and a stomp to their faces in which they were set to fail from the start.
His attention did turn to Kid who seemed very much in disbelief as to what they do. Of course the mummy was at a loss. He would be too, if everything was thrown at him last minute. But stalling was something he couldn’t stand for, and that mummy was inches away from being splashed with water. Maybe that’ll disintegrate him.
And yet, the vampire just admitted he was done. He jerked his head back a little unsure on how to react. A part of him just wanted to set the execution before the strangers take back their words. And yet-the vicar was going on and on about statues. “Tech, grow up Vicar.” He told the other man coldly. “You keep thinking like that and you will be the cause of our forced reset of this accursed world.” He looked over towards the doctor who looked away. “We’re too deep into this to turn back.” He shook hiss head looking over at the lady in red. She seemed to be shaking her head, why? Did he say something she didn’t like, or was she just shaking her head at the ignorance of the newcomers? Whichever one it was, he couldn’t read. Women were hard to read when it came to their mixed signals.
he sighed looking over at the round man. “You should at least thank the man for your promotion.” He addressed, referring to the doctor. “It’s the least you can do for your sudden surgance in politics.”
He remained silent, the woman in red was having a conflict against the man with yellow-green eyes. They seemed to be quarreling, almost like lovers. How strange. Rather familiar? He squinted his eyes, feeling like he had a bunch of light thrusted into his eyes, But then again he was just trying to recall something. Oh well-this feeling of lover quaraul for the lady loosing her husband. More like vengeance if nothing else. And then she altered the lantern, revealing the strings around them. He reached out for the strings on his armns, and his hands simply went through them.
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Post by Auransky on Aug 31, 2019 18:49:37 GMT -5
The Woman in red blinked to the words coming out from the people standing in their way. They seemed divided. One wanted to stall, the other was clueless and the other just quit. Oh how fitting, and perhaps a good chance to just take the Doctor’s life and leave. The strangers would thank them later, of course they will after they wake up from wherever they came from.
She gripped the whip, how would they perform the execution? Short and simple? Long and painful? In the middle? Oh, how about no one watching? She was very much lost in thought until the vicar started walking around and going on about the statues. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Why was he so pinned on these statues. Of course there was no connection, they were just statues.
Then the man mentioned a dragon, and she gripped her whip tightly. How dare he bring a dragon into the conversation, that massive thing will destroy them in seconds if encountered. They didn’t have powers, they were not monsters. Them battling dragons was the only thing they would not be able to protect themselves against.
She smiled shaking her head. “Oh Vicar, what a vivid imagination. But let’s suppose a dragon does descend above us. We will have No chance.” She leaned forward. “It will finish us, end us, and we will start all over again.” She looked down with a frown, her brown eyes just hefty with sorrow. “Dragons are masses of destruction. Anyone who prays to them are fools, and those fools are left faithful to the bitter end.” She walked around the room, her attention looking towards the doctor. “Dragons are the embodiment of evil-“ She stopped, as the man with green-yellow eyes cut her off.
“Oh?’ The lady in red raised a brow. “You don’t think dragons are the embodiment of evil? How do you know, let alone how can you tell? We haven’t encountered one yet thanks to god’s grace.” She challenged.
The lady in red seemed fascinated. “Oh do go on, and indulge the vicar who seems unable to take his eyes off you.” She taunted.
“But dragons are evil.”
“How do you know so much?” She questioned.
She almost snorted, “The monks? What if they are deceiving you?”
The lady in red tapped her cheek with the grip of her whip very lightly. The man raised some very important and interesting points. And yet-that’s exactly what he wanted to do. Stall-and yet he kept holding onto the lantern, why? That’s something she was trying to remember or at least was remembering as the two walked across the room towards one another.
She quickly broke out of her circular walk, and lunched forward, launching her whip across the room, nearly taking the doctor in the process. The whip gripped the man with yellow-green eyes’ lantern. “Strangers.” She addressed the blinkers. “You want proof? I have it!” She cried out, launching the lantern out of the man’s hand, then throwing it across the room. It crashed, the lantern shattering as it hit the alter at the front off the room.
The room despite the lantern, was still well lit thanks to the other candles in the room. But something did happen-as the lantern shattered, there was very thin and hard to see threads linked to every person in the room. They looked like spider webs that could not be touched or removed, but simply seen. Each thread was linked to everyonee’s limbs, back, and heads. It was almost like everyone was living puppets.
Except... the Doctor, and the man with green-yellow eyes.
”You wanted proof, here it is. That man there makes us forget the clues that are most important! We spend our entire story figuring out and reclaiming these facts.” She declared now. “These strings, they are made by the puppet master of this cruel world. And you three are slowly being written into his story. If we don’t get out of here we will reset. But if you reset, you will have no recollections and be etched into this story too!”
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Post by Auransky on Aug 31, 2019 18:50:14 GMT -5
“How?” The man with yellow green eyes turned to the mummy. Being asked who they were? Was he referring to the five across the room, or the people he had interviewed? “I sometimes followed the two doctors on their work to document their activities. I never formally met these five individuals. Mainly herd about them through the two doctors after a long day.”
The man couldn’t help but cross his arms and shrug from where he was seated. “I apologize for sounding very irrational but, I assure you that I don’t want to see anyone die here tonight.” He addressed the blinkers then turned towards the five. “I don’t think the doctor did anything, nor will. I feel that by killing someone, then you really will bring the end you all keep describing.” His attention slightly turned across the room. “But also, the monetary taught us to not hold ourselves to our materialistic beliefs. Hence why I am willing to prove your falsity with this over my life. I don’t hold value to myself other then the actions I can provide towards other through goodwill.”
“I disagree with you there.” The man with green yellow eyes called out to the lady in red. He stood up once more, picking up his lantern and walking towards the center of the room. He walked around the room, keeping a rather hefty distance from the lady as she too walked around the room.
The man with green yellow eyes continued circuling the edge of the room, keeping a safe distance from the lady in red. “Dragons in many cultures are consired divine and graceful beings. I have studied that at the monestary as have learned from many native tribes of the divine creatures.” He further asserted. “Dragons alongside many other creatures are good and pure in their own way.”
“Dragons represent good will, and everything positive.” The man with green-yellow eyes further emphasized. “They are good, and people look to them as they look to wolves, and other creatures associated with luck. “
“-No dragon is ever evil.” The man cut her off. “Simply misguided.”
“I studied with the monks.”
”I trust them, as you do your god.”
”You wouldn’t!” The man with blue hair gasped as he tried to keep the lantern in his grip. He was caught off guard by it, he had been lightly holding onto the lantern. And then it was gone from his gasp, thrown across the room and shattered like the dragon.
The man with green-yellow eyes took a rapid step back. He was both disrespected and at a loss that she would commit to something like that. On the other hand, that was the least of his worries. Seeing the thin spider like threads on the blinkers, then the five finger pointers, and yet.. He stopped looking up, then pulled his leg back to see nothing on himself. What?! He tried to compose himself. He was caught off guard, unsure as to what was going on let alone what was happening. He looked over at the doctor who seemed at a loss. Then his attention turned to the lady in red.
He narrowed his eyes, his patience thinning. At least for the lady in red. “If you truly think I am the ill cause behind this trickery, then I ask simply one thing.” He asserted the situation by piggybacking on a previous mention. “Where is the dragon?”
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Post by Auransky on Aug 31, 2019 18:50:57 GMT -5
Doctor Willdhart stood here, rubbing his dry bloodied wrists. He felt like the world was just hitting him on the face, literally. Yet there was the vampire and the mummy, and ghost. They seemed to be somewhat here to help him. Maybe somewhere in the back of his head, despite giving up, they were here to save him? Maybe they would be the one’s to pull him out of this entire nightmare of an ordeal? And then his world shattered-at least what was left of it. The vampire just surrendered and boy did this force Willdhart to look away. He was entirely done. So much for hope-so much for believing. He would die as he lived-a non religious or faithless hopeless full. To think he was starting to believe in something. What drastic waste of time. And yet , the Vicar brought something up. Dragons? His eyes gleamed a bit. He too though non religioous , was always fascinated by dragons. But if it was like the other monsters, they would kill them in a second, surely? Maybe? He listened to the round man and the captain. But he also wondered about what dragons meant and signified. Definitely something positive and good. He recalled his childhood, him reading about dragons and telling the other kids about dragons. Dragons were good, and something he always looked too as a sign of positive reinforcement. He didn’t believe in religion, but he believed good things came from good vibes. Dragons being one of them. Then the lady in red started talking about dragons and being bad. He spoke up, disagreeing with what she was saying. “D-Dragons are good.” He spoke up, or least tried to force himself to bring it up. “Dragons are positive, and something I can rely on to keep me going.” He added alongside the man with yellow-green eyes comments. “I don’t think a dragon is going to destroy us. I think it’ll save us.” He further added. Then the whip flew right past him, by inches length. He fell back as a jerking reaction. The lantern shattered, and he just blinked rapidly as thread lines were appearing on everyone-except himself and the man with yellow-green eyes. He wasn’t sure what to say, and yet the man with yellow-green eyes further backed the vicar’s comment. He wasn’t a religious believer but he was ready to try something. “Y-Yea, where is the dragon? I wish too see it too.” The doctor did turn towards the blinkers with a hefty shrug. “I apologize for you all being dragged into our muddy affairs. If I have a say, I think it be best you leave. Flee if you can because it seems like no matter what is to come, someone’s life must be taken. The possibility is nonexistent from my hands, and well... “ He cut himself off, looking down. zeph! Clo & Mint
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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 31, 2019 19:24:09 GMT -5
Enjolras in the Monster room
Enjolras bared his fangs at the vicar as the man thrust a finger at him to point out the statute, then quickly brought a hand up to his mouth. Apparently the it had been an involuntary action for the blinker- a side symptom of the House's monsterification. And a reminder that they had to get out of here. That they had to get out of here before someone with a pulse stepped too close. There was a reason he was closest to the two others here who qualified as "undead".
"Well, have you ever met a dragon?" Enjolras quipped at the lady in red, thinking to some of the blinkers in the House he'd come to befriend, despite initial surprise. But everyone seemed much too caught up in their conversation to give the comment much consideration.
As the lantern shattered and the sheer threads splayed across the room, Enjolras recoiled, though this only made the trailing threads glint in the candlelight as they clung to his limbs. He went to pick one up, though his hand passed through it. He started to follow it, despite not being able to touch it, hoping to find where they led. Perhaps to a door? If the House was going to let them out? Though this seemed unlikely. It was building to something, and whether or not they wanted to participate, it seemed that they would be brought along to the conclusion of the world's conflict. "You claim proof but how do we know that this is not your own magic? Facts have long left this place. Is there truly no way to escape this without choosing a scapegoat?"
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Aug 31, 2019 19:50:06 GMT -5
(Sorry this was so late-) Morrigan frowned slightly at Hook, feeling somewhat bothered. It was evident to her that he didn’t think much of Morrigan- not a surprising thing, to be honest. The unusual thing was that she didn’t know why- normally the reasons were fairly obvious. “Thanks.” She murmured, trying again to smile, even if it was once again weak. Shade seemed to like her, so she probably wasn’t doing anything too wrong yet. She liked Shade back, honestly. She reminded Morrigan of Miss Cheery; someone who was kind and wouldn’t judge her. She merely raised her eyebrows as Shade described Hook’s world. There wouldn’t have been much for her to say anyways. No one in Jacklefax told her any stories, and any she heard in Nevermoor had a tendency to be true. At Shade’s description of her world, however, she stiffened slightly at the mention of the black market. That brought back very recent memories; ones she would rather forget. The girl banished the memories from her thoughts, instead nodding once more. “Yeah... Both your worlds sound great.” ~∂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 31, 2019 19:58:11 GMT -5
Morrigan nodded absent-mindedly as she scraped the window, focusing now on the part with the most surface cleaned. She hit against that one spot, inferring that she didn’t really need the whole window clean to see. Just a part of it. She stopped once more as Kid called to the figures. She was really close to having the segment fully cleared- only a few more sweeps would finish it. She looked in again, her eyes widening as one outline pushed another. She peered in closer, her crooked nose almost touching the glass, only for her to recoil at the bang. She took a small breath. “Yep, just peachy.” She finally called with a frown, before going back to work. (Okay, this is probably rushed... Sorry.) mintedstar/fur and ®Hawkpath®
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 31, 2019 20:24:02 GMT -5
zeph! ®Hawkpath® Cloverleaf <Raintalon> Iceclaw Lark »ƑαƖcση Amico had gotten distracted halfway through. The adults were looking shifty. They clearly wanted his parents. And his parents were probably looking for him. And his sister. Sure, he loved them an all ... but he couldn't just stay there. He didn't want to sleep. That meant nightmares and he couldn't deal with that. So he looked at Kelsier and then Hector ... And then bolted for Madeline. Not the door. He wanted that to be clear. He was not bolting to exit the building. Instead, he ran straight into the side of Madeline's leg and grabbed at her clothing. " Don't go outside!" he said in a shrill voice that carried all around the small inn. Then his eyes found the dark edges of the door and what lay beyond, and he squeaked and squeezed himself behind Madeline like he was familiar with her. Mei recognized the shrill edge to her brother’s tone instantly - it told her that something had gone wrong, as it so often did whenever Amico ran off on his own. He didn’t know the person he’d attached himself to, which made the whole situation worse, but at least...at least he was still here. So she started to make her way across the tavern, eyes narrowed in determination as she moved quickly and soundlessly through the crowd. She couldn’t spook him...he might run from her. She just...had to grab...his arm... She reached out, lightning quick, hoping her reflexes wouldn’t fail her. If she could drag him to Rex, everything would be okay. — Matt had been about to answer Vincent once again when Amico shrieked and he jumped, turning around and craning his neck to find the source of the sound. ”Hey, little dude...” he said, though his voice was far too quiet to travel to the scene. He turned back fo Vince, worried. “Think he’s okay? Maybe we should go check on him.”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 31, 2019 23:36:50 GMT -5
zeph! dw about it dawg! Shadepelt15“Keep your damn eyes shut,” the pirate snapped when she looked at him, but he was clearly grinning. Shade had a way of making his word sound far more desirable than anything he would ever say - as he knew far too well that all the realms he traveled to were filled with nothing but dangers. He supposed what she’d said was accurate...but certainly no way that he’d of put it. As she described her world his smile softened, mesmerized to hear her speak about herself to an outsider. “I don’t think I realized how bizarre your world was until you blinked in with those, uh, bunny things.” He mused, making himself chuckle. Perhaps he was mocking her, or perhaps the memory of chasing down the little varmints just made him smile. Either way, his expression fell when Morrigan spoke again. “Mad, more like.” He suggested, giving a bitter snort. — <Raintalon> Vincent turned his head as a small child yelled out, but his eyes landed on the opening door before he could locate the boy. Instead, he stared, mystified, at the void that was the night sky as the tavern door swung to reveal its insides to whatever awaited outside. The cold fear that swept over the noisy bar left a choking sensation in his throat, and in an instant the performer was on high alert for danger. As much of a skeptic as he was, he was no fool. Mortal or not, a fellow lumbering around at night in a town so petrified of the dark was no bloke in his right mind. He heard Matt speak beside him, and his index finger rose quickly, meaning to silence the man in the stool next to him. His eyes didn’t leave the door, narrowed with a creeping grin of excitement.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 31, 2019 23:53:57 GMT -5
<Raintalon> »ƑαƖcση zeph! (minor mentions of Iceclaw, Cloverleaf and ®Hawkpath®) Mei's hand connected to Amico's arm, but Amico made no move to let go of the lady he was also grabbing. He looked up at her, ignoring Mei in favor of insisting, "Close the door! It's dangerous outside!" He only did look at his sister then, a begging expression across his face as he tried to urge his sister to back him up. He couldn't be dragged back to Dad yet! He needed to protect this lady from whatever was outside! He tugged at her clothes, trying to pull her away even though a five year old did not have enough strength in his arms to be able to do that. Equally, he ignored the fact that a man was also approaching (Enjolras) and that he had left several other concerned adults behind (Hector and Kelsier).
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 1, 2019 0:26:06 GMT -5
Kaito flinched at Sherlock's banging. If the figures hadn't heard his raised voice and they hadn't heard Sherlock, then the House must have designed it to be that way. Slowly, Kaito reached a slightly wet hand to the dirty window and pressed his hand against it. He had to lean a bit dangerously over the railing of the box he was in, but he wasn't concerned about that. His hand came away dirty, but he was satisfied that it was a solid window. There would be no crossing the glass. Breathing out, Kaito frowned at the window and then leaned over the side, trying to get a look at what was happening. They couldn't interfere. Not yet anyway. So the House probably expected them to watch. It was a couple seconds since Kaito had seen the form behind the glass push the other. He'd lost track of what was going on. But now, focused on what was on the other side of the glass, he tried to pick up what was going on. The scene played as followed: A figure picked themself up and scrambled away from the one that - Kaito assumed - had pushed them. The figure who had done the pushing - Kaito settled on calling them Figure A - seemed to spend several seconds looking at the figure that had picked themself up - Figure B. There were several other figures still around, but they hadn't done anything interesting yet. Kaito wondered why they hadn't helped the Figure B. Figure A, after a little, stormed off. All the other figures slowly disappeared somewhere else, leaving Figure B. Kaito watched them, scrubbing a bit at the window. After a little, he could finally see some dull colors. Red. Not blood (at least Kaito hoped not), but Figure B seemed to be wearing a red outfit. From their stance, Kaito thought that they might have been hesitant. Then they turned and walked away as well. Kaito strained his neck, trying to see where they - or any of the other figures had gone. Maybe the other's could tell better from where they were? "What can you both see?" Kaito asked loudly. ( <3 Please don't be concerned about it, Bubbling. It reads fine! Also, I really don't care what you say the figures do, but if anyone needed ideas, the one wearing red could get ambushed or Figure A could be the one who has something happen. Did we want this to be a murder mystery or can we think of something else? Maybe a break in?)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 1, 2019 13:45:17 GMT -5
Kelsier reacted instantly as Amico moved, lunging to grab the boy around the middle, a word in his throat that never made it past his lips. He missed, and his heart stopped as he realized where the boy was headed...straight for the door, which was in the act of being opened. The goatherd swore and moved to run after him, then stopped himself as he realized he could spook the kid into bolting outside if he rushed him. Wait. Hadn’t he just said not to leave? Kelsier found he could breath again as Amico grabbed the girl, apparently simply trying to stop her from leaving, not trying to leave himself. That was good, that gave him time, although this was still an extremely precarious situation to be in. “That girl knows him.” He muttered, out loud for Hector’s benefit. “Maybe he isn’t completely alone after all? Keep an eye out and see if any adults seem to be looking for something, would you?” With that, he headed for the door, slowly and casually. “Hello there.” He greeted the girl, stopping when he was within hearing distance but not close enough to touch either of them. “This seems like a poor situation, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, Amico, no one is going to go outside, we’re just looking.” Next he looked to Madeline, inclining his head politely to one side. “Who is it?” ( mintedstar/fur <Raintalon> zeph! »ƑαƖcση Cloverleaf Iceclaw )
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 1, 2019 14:00:40 GMT -5
(You’re all good Bubbling, it looks fine to me! ^^ and ooh I like both those ideas Mint. Maybe murder mystery? ) The platform under Sherlock’s feet creaked as he moved, but he ignored it in favor of watching the proceedings. One - mentally he named this one Person A - seemed to be while the antagonist while Person B, the one who seemed to be wearing something red, seemed to be the victim at the moment. It was obviously not that simple, but it was as good a place to start as any. It looked like a movie. He dropped the tool and began to scrub the grime with his hands, now that a chunk of the stuff was gone and he had some leverage. Slowly the figures came into clearer focus and he could see that Person A seemed to be pacing, clearly agitated. We’re they talking? If they were, he couldn’t hear the. Person B had gotten to their feet by now and was also moving around, their head always facing Person A. They looked like two people about to come to blows. Then another figure entered. This one - Person C - was even more clearly agitated, waving their hands around and occasionally gesturing wildly to one or the other of the first two figures. Persons A and B didn’t look away from each other, but they did back away from this new arrival, maybe they were afraid of it? “It looks like...we’re watching a crime scene through a security camera. I wonder if we have any audiounder all this dirt?” The detective muttered, and scrubbed harder. Ah, now he could see better, it looked like... Oh. The crime had already happened, hadn’t it? “It’s already happened!” He said excitedly to the other two, not thinking to explain what he meant. “They’re blaming each other, that’s why they’re so agitated! If I could see a little bit bette I could tell exactly what happened, but...it looks like a break-in, someone broke in and did something. Is it a murder? I think I can see something lying on the floor, but I can’t see what it is.” ( zeph! mintedstar/fur )
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 1, 2019 14:13:51 GMT -5
Ougi stifled a chuckle at this point. He was embellishing it, sure, but... "Sorry, I must have misheard you. Oh, what a terrible thing for me to have done." She smiled as she said this, "I thought you had said you don't agree with me. But you haven't exactly gone against it. The only difference is that you're attempting to akin such an existence with your current one. It is something that can't be described using the words 'thinking' and 'feeling'. 'Different' is so vast of an understatement that it almost sounds like 'similar'." The vagrant said this as though she had been to this existence and back, as though she had been born from a void and been conscious all along the way. As if this were the case, and she drew too close to speaking of it, she reared back and drew her hands under the table in her recoil. She twiddled her thumbs together in restraint from grabbing at his poetry once again. She wanted to rebuke the way he interpreted her comment on mirrors. She hadn't at all thought about it in the sense of looking at oneself. But if she brought that up, she would easily reveal her level of investment in the topic. The dark color of her eyes made it look like two marbles dropping, and swooping to one side as she directed her gaze away. Can the aberration of a mirror be what is beautiful in it?Where had she heard that word? Aberration? The girl's shoulders began to rise as she thought she felt eyes on her. "I think we can make the world beautiful. We can change it, can't we?" There was a twinge of fatigue, and malice in her voice. It was the voice of someone who had lost their home. L frowned, puzzled by her reaction. He had disagreed with her...hadn’t he? He thought he had. Although, now that he thought about it, maybe he’d simply rephrased it to his liking. “No, that’s all right, you heard me correctly.” He reassured her seriously. “But maybe you’re right, anyway. I’m sorry, I don’t often have anyone to talk to about these things, so I’m not used to vocalizing them at all. That’s why I’m speaking so strangely.” At any rate, they seemed to agree well enough on that point, so he moved on to the next. She seemed far more interested in the topic of mirrors, anyway, judging by the way she wouldn’t let it go. “I think we change the world constantly, simply by existing.” The poet told her simply, tilting his head as she looked away, and following her gaze as though there was something to look at. “Who knows what would be different if a single person had never existed? If you had never existed, what would I be doing in this moment? It’s impossible to say. Maybe I’d have written a whole new poem, and now that poem will never exist. I certainly wouldn’t have had such an interesting conversation. It’s the same with everything, we change the world every moment of every day, without even meaning to. Maybe mirrors change things, too.” The world. He felt that there was something important he wanted to say, but he couldn’t remember what it was. Action breaking out near the door distracted him and he glanced over, losing his train of thought immediately as he did. “Oh dear. Do you know that boy?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 1, 2019 14:40:15 GMT -5
As time went on, Mei found her patience being tested - first, Amico pulled away, refusing to listen to her and getting closer and closer to the door, then strangers started to crowd around, all worried or just curious about what was happening, and now these two strangers were trying to make a grab for her brother. And Rex was still nowhere to be found. “Step back,” she said icily, not making eye contact with Kelsier or Hector. She pulled at Myrnin’s arm, a little rougher this time in an attempt to drag him away from the door by her own strength. “Amico, come on. You’re the one who said we shouldn’t go outside.”
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Matt froze in place, startled as he was shushed by the stranger, and as he saw what he was shushing him for. “What happened to all that skepticism?” he asked quietly, pulling his coat closer around his neck. “Little scarier once you actually see it, huh?”
(Short post whoops)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 1, 2019 14:45:02 GMT -5
“Eiffel, I don’t care what Channel 7 told you, you absolutely cannot just put a potato in it and expect it to fly. Do you even - “ She broke off as the creaking and swaying of the Hephaestus vanished abruptly, replaced by dead silence and the musty smell of old carpet. “God dammit...” she said, running her hands over the back of her neck as her chest tightened and her pulse quickened. “God dammit...not this again...why this again...”
Why now? Why, after three weeks...it didn’t make sense. She’d thought...she’d thought it was in the past. Somewhere far away, but now...
She lashed out, aiming a vicious kick at the nearest lamp and shattering it on its stand. It was loud, but it wasn’t very satisfying, even though several pieces made it as far as the floor and stuck into the carpet at odd angles.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 1, 2019 15:23:57 GMT -5
<Raintalon>"Just grab my hand," The Doctor was saying calmly, hand reaching out. But the scene before her had shifted and she was just in time for a nearby lamp to get a treatment of being ground into shards. The Doctor jumped back, surprised. "What did the poor lamp do to you?" she said in surprise, looking at Lovelace with what might have been slight amusement mixed with bewilderment and curiosity. The other woman seemed annoyed, that was for sure. But The Doctor couldn't be certain if it was because she had something going on in her own world which was causing the annoyance or whether it was the blink itself.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 1, 2019 15:33:53 GMT -5
Lovelace turned around in a split second, reaching for her weapon on reflex and moving her hand as if to draw it on the newcomer. “BACK off - “
Then, she paused, shadowed expression traveling from rage to confusion as she realized it was someone she didn’t recognize. Not Cutter. Someone new. A fake person? Or a real one, trapped like she was? She wished there was some way to know, but if there was, she hadn’t found it yet.
But in the meantime...well, she wasn’t going to chance it. She lowered her hand, letting it rest limply by her side. “Uh...sorry ‘bout that,” she said, gaze awkwardly traveling from the floor to the shattered lamp as she realized she probably looked like a complete maniac. “Weird day. You get it. Who are you?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 1, 2019 16:53:11 GMT -5
The Doctor did not back off, nor did she seem particular nervous to be almost threatened with a weapon. Instead, she'd just raised both of her hands in a placating gesture, leaning onto the balls of her feet in case she had to move away quickly. But it seemed like Lovelace had time to catch up with her surroundings. "I'm The Doctor," The Doctor answered instead. "I think we ran into each other once? The room looked like castle. We weren't exactly formally introduced." She also had noticed that Lovelace was nowhere near relaxed enough to be an old blinker. She must have either not blinked in very often or she was just really at odds with the sort of place the House was. The Doctor had only adjusted so fast because it was pretty similar to what she was used to facing in her own 'world'. "And you?" she asked. "I take it your day has not been spent preparing for this place?" The Time Lady arched an eyebrow, her expression open about the whole thing.
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Sept 1, 2019 19:32:49 GMT -5
To say the least, Madeline was overwhelmed. She stiffened as the small boy grabbed her leg, forgetting about the figure at the door as she stared at him incredulously. "I don't know you?" She said, frowning. "You're mistaking me for someone else." Truth be told, she wasn't the best with kids. Or people in general. She realized the scene this was causing fairly quickly- her cheeks reddened, and she shook her leg slightly. "No- ah- I wasn't going out, I was letting someone in." She stated, sounded fairly flustered, before trying to shake the boy off a little harder as who she assumed was his sister tried to pull him off into the crowd. (Okay, she knew just allowing two kids to wander around a crowded inn wasn't great, but she was desperate at this point.) As a man came forward, Madeline let out a small sigh of relief, before saying to the boy- Amico-, "Look, I'm fine. I'm not going out. I was letting someone in." She then glanced at the man again. "Are you their father?" She asked. She was okay with leaving them alone, but leaving them to a stranger kind of overstepped it. mintedstar/fur, <Raintalon>, ®Hawkpath®, Cloverleaf, Iceclaw, and »ƑαƖcση
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 1, 2019 22:15:39 GMT -5
“‘The Doctor’...” repeated Lovelace, and then it clicked. “Oh, right, you’re the one I saw in that other room, the one with the...castle. And stuff. Yeah. I remember you now.” For the love of god, stop babbling. Get a hold of yourself. In an attempt to dispel some of the awkwardness of the situation, she knelt down and began to pick up the broken lamp pieces, keeping one eye trained on the Doctor out of habit the whole time. As the woman brought up her reaction to the blink, she winced a little and straightened up, putting her hands in her pockets. “Yeah...noticed that, huh? This isn’t exactly a regular thing for me. And no offense to you personally, but I was kind of hoping that I’d never see any of you again as long as I lived, so...blinking in hasn’t exactly been the highlight of my day.”
She tilted her head at the other blinker, taking in her appearance properly for the first time. She was dressed fancy, but a bit disheveled...like she had all the pieces you would expect a fancy person to have but not enough experience to know how to pull it all together. Probably what she’d look like, if she tried to ‘do’ fashion. “So, you’re not new here, right? I mean, if you are, you’re taking it really well.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 1, 2019 22:49:55 GMT -5
There was a small tilt to The Doctor's head. She heard from a lot of blinkers displeasure in their blinking, but she still wasn't completely sure why it was so inconvenient for them. It wasn't like they didn't appear and disappear into the House with any consequences for their real world. No time passed here. "Why?" she questioned. "Were you doing something important in your world? Or does this place just seem like a waste of time?" She didn't usually have a problem with it, particularly if she wasn't doing anything important at the time. The Doctor straightened back up and grinned as Lovelace asked her a question that she could easily answer. "I actually probably started appearing around the same time you did, if I was to make an educated guess. I am taking it well though. My home is like this place." She waved her had around. "Well, I mean, when it comes to the rooms. Not the taking people from their time and wor - oh wait, she does that too, only I'm the one who takes them and she's not the one that take me." Then her grin seemed to have a different, more amused, emotion behind it. "Unless I want her too, anyway. But no, no I'm not too disturbed by all of this."
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 1, 2019 22:50:13 GMT -5
Neither man exactly considered himself cunning. At least, he didn’t think of it that way. He did think he was smart, but that was because he had evidence for it, and there was no use in ignoring it, right? Which Orpheus was real? Mare frowned, turning it over in his head. How were they supposed to tell? As much as he hated to admit it, his double was right; they didn’t know each other well enough to be able to guess something the House wouldn’t be able to replicate convincingly enough. His head hurt. For the first time, doubt seeped into him...he had to assume he was the real Kelsier. He had to assume that much, or where could he start from to figure out which Orpheus was real? He had to start somewhere. No, he had to be real. So Spook has to be the fake. All he had to figure out was which Kelsier was right. Spook nodded, even though the only one who could see it was himself. He didn’t know who L was, but he had to guess it was someone else in the House his new friend had met. It didn’t matter. Calliope was right, how could they fight something as powerful as the House? “Hope.” Spook answered his own silent question softly, watching Mare as the other version began to pace. “Whichever Orpheus is real; we can do this. It’s not impossible to beat this room, all right? We just need to figure a way out, and I think we can both do that. It’s Spook, by the way.” Mare didn’t stop pacing, and he didn’t take his eyes off Spook. What was he doing? If he was trying to trip the House up with that speech, he was doing a poor job. Maybe he thought parroting things the real Kelsier might say would get him picked faster? “It’s Mare.” He spoke up, and Spook’s eyes met his. “There’s no guarantee that we can beat this room, but we don’t need one. There has to be something about the fake versions that’s off, something the House can’t replicate, right? If we can find that, we can guess right.” “It’s Spook again. I actually agree with myself.” Spook managed a smile, and he even managed to halfway mean it. “And I think you’re right. I know I believe I’m the real Kelsier, and I believe Mare does, too. So probably both of you believe it too.” Mare interrupted, stopping his pacing abruptly. “Mare again. I just thought of something, how do we know...we aren’t both real?” His voice cracked a little on the last word, so he tried again. “I mean, the House can blink in different real versions of the same blinker, right? What if it just blinked us in... twice?” Lyre nodded slowly. He didn’t know how to believe Spook, but he wanted to. And didn’t that give him the power to actually do it? They could figure this out… they could beat the House somehow. Even if reality seems to be crashing down on them both, there was a way to figure everything out and maybe it wasn’t as hard as they had imagined. He opened his mouth to respond when he heard Mare’s voice. The two seemed to have a discussion, and then the chilling realization. What if they were both real? How would that even work? “Calliope here. You mean if we’re both from different versions of our own world or something?” Calliope asked, trying to process it. “Or if we’re from the same world moments apart? How… how could the House do that unless it altered our memories so they’re perfect up until about two minutes ago?” It was easier to believe the Orpheus in front of him was a perfect copy because they were literally the same person from the same timeline, because that meant the House didn’t have access to all of that information on its own. Yet at some point Calliope had to come to terms with the fact that the House knew that all anyway. Having two of them here, both as real as the other, meant something much more complicated was going on. “Lyre now… what if that’s just what the House wants us to believe?” His voice was small as he spoke, but the gears in his head were whirring. If Mare was right - and he really wanted him to be - both Calliope and Lyre should have something similar running through their head: that they needed Mare or Spook to say exactly the right thing. They needed one of the Kelsiers to “win” this challenge, because… well, because anything special about Orpheus’ voice was already gone, and it seemed like Kelsier needed his. What difference did it make to Orpheus whether all of his voice was gone or just some of it, because the power that came with it only existed when he had all of it. And he didn’t want Kelsier to lose, especially because if anyone had a right to win… it was the other man. “Calliope now… I think Lyre’s right. One of us has to be fake, otherwise we would be here, right? There has to be a right answer.” He caught Lyre’s eye and nodded in a way that was very nearly imperceptible. They were on the same wavelength it seemed. Calliope didn’t know for sure if he was real or if Lyre was, but if they were both real… then all they needed was for Kelsier to say definitively that none of them were fake. Lyre didn’t seem capable of killing Mr. Hermes… and the fear with which he’d regarded his clone… there was no way the House could mirror that exactly. But it was still possible they were both false. There was something about Kelsier’s voice, though. It didn’t matter which Kelsier was speaking; when one of them had an idea or thought they were on to something their tone shifted to something that seemed inimitable. Not that either Orpheus could say for sure, though.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 1, 2019 23:25:40 GMT -5
Lovelace listened to the Doctor, expression gradually going more and more blank as she went on about her own world. By the time the woman had finished speaking, she’d come to exactly two conclusions - one, she was definitely a real person. Cutter couldn’t possibly have gotten this creative with his filler characters. And two, she was completely and utterly insane.
Well, this would be interesting.
“This place...” she said slowly, trying to gauge the Doctor’s expression. She seemed genuinely ignorant of why anyone wouldn’t want to be here, which was baffling, but not completely unexpected seeing how unhinged she was in every other way. “Well, it makes me...question things. Like where I am right now, or when. It just...makes things complicated, and I’ve had enough complicated to last me like six different lifetimes.”
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 1, 2019 23:31:25 GMT -5
(I'm ever so slightly annoyed that I deleted my actual post instead of the accidental one I'd posted instead. And annoyed that I didn't save the original version, since it was posted early this morning and I already deleted it. SIIIIIIIGH. Take 2. ) Briefly, Sam looked over to where Kelsier and Hector were talking. They didn't seem to be paying that much attention to them. They could have seen both of their children, but Sam didn't think they could hear what they were saying. "I don't think they would mind," he confirmed. They seemed to be talking together more than paying attention to anything both boys were doing could be doing. Nico's words had felt buoyant in Sam's chest, making his emotions light and airy. Nico's conviction seemed far more real than what Sam could muster. It encouraged Sam to make his boyfriend happy. He wanted to see Nico smile more. Wanted to see him happy. Because despite everything that they had been through, Sam knew that Nico had shadows behind his eyes. Sometimes, when they were together, Sam noticed they were gone. And right now, he could feel a bit of the light remaining in himself. A bit reckless, just to see Nico happy. He leaned toward Nico, a whisper soft voice directed at his ear. "Did you want to go outside?" The pit of his stomach tingled with the danger. The night bell had already tolled. But the roof would be safe, wouldn't it? At least from all outside dangers. That might not stop both their fathers from chasing them down and reprimanding them. But the thought of silence and it just being the two of them and the stars and fantasies they made up in their head … it might be worth it. "There has to be a window to a rooftop somewhere around here," he added, still in that soft voice at Nico's ear. There was something about the adrenaline rush of rebellion that seemed to heighten Nico’s senses. It was as though he was hyper aware of everything happening around him. They could easily sneak out and nobody would notice. Yet the doors were all locked… so would a window be safer? It was hard to tell. Maybe they would be safe if they just weren’t on the ground. Although it seemed unlikely that this place would have windows that opened if the danger was that real. But there was something about Sam’s whisper in his ear that made him want to find a place to go outside and stay there with his boyfriend all night if it meant they got just a little more time together. He cast a glance at their fathers, smiling softly to same before moving so he could whisper in Sam’s ear. “Follow me,” he murmured. It was lucky that both boys were relatively small and the tavern was crowded: they were able to slip between people without really being seen by either Kelsier or Hector. They made it to the stairs, Nico leading but clutching Sam’s hand tightly the entire time. He doubted he would have the bravery to try to find a window if Sam hadn’t been right there. If Sam’s presence hadn’t been a promise that doing something dangerous would be well worth it. It was a tavern, so there was bound to be a place upstairs. Whether or not it was occupied would be the real question, but with all the commotion downstairs Nico doubted that anyone would actually be in the accommodation even if they had paid for it. “I’ve been working on lock picking,” Nico laughed once they were out of earshot of the downstairs patrons. “Even if it’s locked…” he paused, noticing a window at the end of the hallway. “I suppose my recently acquired expertise won’t be necessary,” he added, pressing a kiss to Sam’s temple. “Here we go.” One. Two. Three. A step towards the window. It was dangerous outside, his head screamed at him, but it was worth it for the stars. It had to be worth it for the stars and for the limited time he’d get with Sam. “Should we try to open it together?”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 2, 2019 12:24:14 GMT -5
“I haven’t seen anything,” Vincent answered quietly, gaze not moving. Madeline’s figure was blocking his view of the person that had knocked, so in a curious attempt to see past her, he leaned closer to Matt; craning his next to get a glimpse beyond her silhouette. Nothing. The child that had shouted out was easy to spot at the least, but the pair standing in the door way seemed decently distracted from whatever was waiting outside. Perhaps it meant that everything was fine. Shameful that he was letting rumors of the town get him worked up...but his eyes still did not slide away from the scene.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 2, 2019 13:53:29 GMT -5
<Raintalon>(Those are the two most important things to know about The Doc. She's real and real crazy.) At least the explanation seemed to register on The Doctor's scale of recognition. Lovelace was practical. She liked knowing where she was at any given time. She liked to be on solid ground and know what was going on. The idea of spinning off into the unknown unnerved her. "I see," she said. There was no solution that she could give Lovelace. She couldn't tell her where she was or when, other than the fact that those weren't measurements which could work here. Some muscle tightened in The Doctor's face, her eyebrows almost knitting together. Didn't she have experience being trapped in a place where time and space didn't matter? It felt like she did. Her hands were suddenly clenched at her side, a silent anger, like they remembered something she didn't. But the memory didn't come. The Doctor made an effort and relaxed again. "So, what are ya going to do? Rantin' and ravin' every time ya come in here doesn't seem helpful. Why don't ya start looking for answers to yar questions instead?" It might save the lives of any more lamps ...
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