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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 4, 2019 21:33:11 GMT -5
Mei-Meeeeeeee.
It was this sound, above all the others, that snapped Mei out of her ruminations. Her eye locked on Amico, who was still sobbing so hard...and then onto Rex, who was leaving them again, and suddenly, her mind seemed to quiet, and something locked into place deep in her heart. Rex had been up against a wall, and he’d made his choice. And it hadn’t been the two of them.
So now, until she could find Cham, it was just her and her brother. Alone again.
She nodded to herself, as if the motion itself would lead to acceptance of her situation, and then, she scooped up Amico, holding him tightly to her chest despite his weight being almost too much for her. “Shh...Amico, it’s alright, I hear you,” she told him, pressing his head into her shoulder in an attempt to calm him as she began to make her way back through the crowd. “We just have to go a little further. It’ll be alright.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 4, 2019 21:42:41 GMT -5
"Why are you holding a marshmallow roaster?" asked Myrnin, looking at Daud with a frown from his position on the couch. "It's missing the marshmallow too. Haven't added it yet or have you been naughty and just been eating them out of the bag?" He pointed at the stick. "Who are you anyway, Mr. Stick?" He sat up and yawned a bit. "I don't think I've seen you before. Whatcha up to 'partner. Everything good at the Marshmallow Ranch?" He was babbling and loving every minute of it. He was probably trying to annoy Daud. He hadn't annoyed anyone for a while.
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Post by Auransky on Sept 4, 2019 22:24:18 GMT -5
Raizel flinched at the why question. It wasn’t a bad question, or a regret. the question was a reflection of something he had always desired even in his early years. It was a selfish wish, a reality which up until recently he assumed could never be. He accidentally dropped the various paper crafts in his hand, as they slowly slipped to the floor, his gaze deeply softened. “My duty is to keep the balance between the powers of the humans and the non humans.”
“I was never allowed to do more then prepare for the duty that has befallen me since birth.” He softly spoke. “Growing up, my family always prepared me for the role as the Nobleese, that which judges right from wrong, and aims to keep the balance between us, and the humans.” He slowly clenched a fist, and sweet it across his chest. “My entire slate in terms of curiosity and the outside world never existed. I simply exist for one purpose, to serve my people, to bear witness to the whispers of fate. Because of this lifestyle, I cared little for change, the world, and everything it had to offer.” He turned his head down, closing his eyes briefly. “My only world was the window which I was only allowed to witness the outside world through, and to me that was my escape from the room I had been forced to stand in for years. Even in my later years, my estate, nothing changed. My room was my world, and I cared little for everything else.”
He tilted his head, slowly opening his scarlet eyes. “As a young boy, I had been ordered by my lord to fulfill duties as required of the nobleese. Because of my lack of connection to the world outside my world, I paid little attention to my surroundings, and its inhabitants.” He placed a fist against his mouth to cough in emberssment. “As a result, I get lost. I still do, because I never focused on everything around me. I am trying to fix that now, but there is still so much to learn.”
“My servant-my friend, Frankenstein.” He corrected himself. “Though human, he has devoted himself to me since the day we met. Granted he too initially tried to get me to open up to the world.” He placed a hand over his forehead, lightly shaking his head. “He and my lord,, they both tried to get me to like and learn about the world outside my room.”
”I always had company at my estate. They were other nobles, powerful individuals who led our people. They always tried to provide me company, and I almost believed it myself. Rather-I did believe it. I would only recently come to find out these people feared me, and plotted my death, and intended to rewrite the democracy of our people.” He winced recalling it. “And yet, there was many others who often came to my quarters to please me. It mattered not, it was painfully obvious to see they feared me all the same.” He sighed.
“When my best friend Mazuka continued to visit me, he started to force me to accompany him on trips. He took me to places in the human world, places that he described with a burning passion. Yet my care was still very little, but I will admit that a part of me was intrigued in his curiosity.” He softly smiled recalling his friend taking him to various villages. “One day, he introduced me to his daughter, a human girl who he had been keeping a secret from his pack and wished for me to meet her first. They had been traveling, of course at the time the humans were at war. He would later admit that they were fleeing as her village and mother had been destroyed. Yet, he still wanted to show his daughter the good that the humans had and was determined and even asked me to accompany.”
“After an incident, my friend Mazuka declared himself an enemy of the humans.” He dipped his head, resting his fist against his lower lip. “I stopped him, and in the process he accused me of liking the humans.” He shook his head. “I had little thoughts of the humans at the time, it is simply my duty to keep everything balanced.” He further looked to correct himself. “But, during the fight, we did bring up his daughter. We brought her up multiple times, and the adventures we three had together. Maybe in the back of my mind, I had started to grow more fond for humans, and their world.” He almost smiled. “That’s exactly what had happened. The people I had a duty to protect, I have grown to love their world through my best friend’s eyes’ as well as his daughter.” He fell silent.
“With everyone accepting my death, it meant that my duty as a Nobleese had come to an end. With only one person at the time learning that I had been in a long slumber, it meant that I could be selfish.” He smiled now a little more. “Everything I had not been allowed to previously do, or try-no one could stop me. No one could tell me not to, or I cannot. I can commit to something and not scare anyone who thought I would end their life in a moment.” He knelt down to pick up the paper crafts. “Being dead, allowed me to fulfill my most selfish wish for a time. Of course, I had to reveal myself later, but now I have been fully granted permission by my new lord to do as I please.” He stood up with the paper crafts in his hand once more. “I wish to learn about humans, to understand them. To live in their world, and to live a life that has never been permitted.” He gracefully smiled.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 4, 2019 23:36:21 GMT -5
"N-n-no it isn't," sniffed Amico into Mei's shoulder, hardly intelligible through the tears. "Mei-meeeee is saaaad and mad and I s-s-sorry. Dad is s-s-sorry. Don't be m-m-mad." He kept his arms around her, his nose buried into her shoulder. He wasn't sure whether he felt like he wasn't alone or whether he was just more afraid that he was going to loose all of this. Mei had lost a lot of people and Amico had as well. There didn't seem to be any way to erase that. But while Mei had lost them one way, Amico had lost them another. Neither of them talked about it, though they probably each knew the other's story better than they thought. Amico had lost his family more to anger and misunderstanding than they had been lost to sickness. "Where's mommy Cham?" he whimpered at Mei. He was worried about Rex, unable to look away from the stairs that he disappeared up. He couldn't see it well from how blurry his sight was, but he still tried.
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Post by strider on Sept 5, 2019 1:28:58 GMT -5
Nico nodded, looking up and trying to identify them. It was slightly different here, he noticed, but that didn’t mean his job was impossible. He smiled, grasping Sam’s hand with one hand and pointing up at the stars with the other. “You can’t seem them really well right now, but look there,” he smiled, joy washing over his face as he launched into an explanation. He shifted, returning Sam’s one armed hug as he continued, letting his eyes drift shut for just a moment to enjoy the heat of his boyfriend’s arms in the middle of what seemed an improbably cold night. Maybe it was just the climate being weird. It wasn’t worth it to dwell on it, just in case it was something serious. “Can you imagine,” Nico whispered, pointing at a star. “That one’s the closest to us but it’s still so far away we don’t even understand the distance, it just seems like a large number.” His words were pressed against Sam’s ear, as though it was a secret they were just sharing between the two of them. Nico wanted to capture the stars in that moment, to save them for as long as he possibly could, because this felt good and he wanted more of it. He wanted as much of it as he could get, this time with Sam when there wasn’t anybody to bother them. And then he fell silent for a moment, concern casting a shadow over his expression. “Do you hear anything?” he whispered, squeezing Sam’s hand as the danger of the situation pressed down on them. He had heard noises from below, and then more, sounding like it was getting nearer… he listened again, and realization flashed across his face. He swore under his breath, standing up and pulling Sam further across the roof as though they could hide. Who knew, maybe they could. “I didn’t expect to be found out so soon,” he hissed, pressing as close up to Sam as he possibly could. He hoped they were hidden enough that whoever was coming up after them would leave them alone.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 5, 2019 8:40:28 GMT -5
“Shhhh, don’t worry,” said Mei, keeping a tight grip on him as she continued to scour the tavern for any sign of their mother. “It’s okay. Dad will be ok, and we’ll find Cham, and we’ll all make up like we always do. We don’t need to be sad.”
It was all a lie. She didn’t know if she could trust Rex again - she didn’t even know if they’d ever see him again, and she didn’t know if they would find Cham. She was starting to worry - their mother should be easily visible even in a crowd, being the tallest person there. If she wasn’t here...then what?
She squared her shoulders, knowing the answer. Then, it would be just her and Amico. It would be her job to keep him safe, and that was just how things would be. They’d make it, like they always had.
“Will you stay put if we go to our room?” she asked gently, switching gears in her head. She couldn’t do this with Amico glued to her, and the longer he stayed up, the more hysterical he would get. “I need to look for Cham, and I could move faster if I set you down. But I need you to promise me you won’t run off again.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 5, 2019 9:05:29 GMT -5
"A power saw wouldn't actually work," said The Doctor with a sigh. "This place has a problem with tech not working." She pulled her sonic screwdriver from her pocket again and held it up as an example. If this worked her, her life would be a whole lot easier. "I don't actually have a saw," she said, slightly disappointed. She did pat down her pockets, in case there was anything she was missing. "I have a hand saw - I have a lot of things. They just aren't on me." She took the multipurpose tool back and unfolded several more items. A nail file, a ruler, a pen, a pair of scissors. She walked back to the nearest table and set it down. Then she started to pull more things out of her pockets. They weren't that big of pockets. They would have been smaller or absent altogether if she'd actually bothered to by these pants from the Woman's department. If she'd actually bought these pants. She couldn't remember. One regeneration had bought a lot of clothing … which one …? She shook the thought off and instead pulled the last of what she had out. Her sonic, physic papers, a pen, a stick of gum, a newspaper, the old sock she had found under the chair in the console room, a paperweight, a handful of various coins, and something that looked like an undefined glob. "What do ya have?" she asked without looking up. "I invent things. I'm *good* at inventioning things. But I don't have enough things to invent things, ya see?" Sameen nodded. “Yeah, I kinda suspected as much. Whoever stuck us in here took my phone and most of my weapons. I got a buddy who could probably work around whatever’s jamming electronics in this place, but without a phone, it could be a while before he tracks us down.” She watched the Doctor go through her pockets(enviably large pockets, she might add), raising her eyebrows as she managed to pull an impressive amount of moderately useful junk out of them, laying it all out on the table. “Damn, you really travel light,” she commented, then lifted one leg off the ground, hopping to keep her balance as she reached into her boot, producing a small foldable pocket knife. “This is the only thing they didn’t take. Lucky for us, I guess they don’t pay their pat down team enough to do a good job. Here.” She tossed the Doctor the knife, which would have been a risky move for a stranger, except Sameen was fully confident in her ability to take her down unarmed if needed. “See what you can do with it.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 5, 2019 10:05:20 GMT -5
Kelsier paused as someone appeared in the window behind him, and for a moment, he thought they were trying to stop him. Then he realized it was the father he’d chastised downstairs and through the panic, guilt pierced him. What kind of a parent was he, shouting at another father while letting his own son put himself in this kind of danger? His arms shook from the effort of holding himself, but there was nowhere to go but up, so he simply gave Rex a quick, grateful nod and continued the almost impossible task of scaling the wall. What had happened to the other two kids? Maybe he’d left them with their mother. The goatherd didn’t pause again though, there was no room in his brain for anything other than the girl’s words in his head. The roof. Nico is on the roof. Gasping, Kelsier finally pulled himself up over the edge of the roof and lay on his back, the stars shining brightly far above him as he tried to catch his breath. He forced himself to sit up before he was ready, even relishing the pain because he deserved it, didn’t he} if Nico was gone...or worse.... He looked around, and felt his heart stop for the second time that night as he took in the seemingly bare rooftop. “Nico?” He called in a trembling voice, terrified to hear the silence. “Sam! Nico! Where are you?”
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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 Sept 5, 2019 14:41:48 GMT -5
Plot ~ On the Roof
Hector gathered around the commotion to see what was going on, but he froze as Mei told Kelsier that his son was on the roof. If Nico was on the roof, there was a nearly guaranteed chance that Sam was there too. Outside. "The roof-" And then the man was right on Kelsier's heels as he bounded up the stairs.
"Why the [Oops!] are they on the roof." He murmured, fear sharpening his words. He was right behind the other two, and he boosted up Kelsier's feet as he followed him up onto the roof. Hector pulled his torso up onto the roof and swung a leg over, raising into a crouch though he didn't stand up on the dark, slippery, slope.
"Sam!" He barked, his voice low and sharp. It was totally the you are in trouble voice, if one wasn't listening closely. But it was also the I am so worried for your safety that I'm actually almost mad at you but not quite, more mad at myself for letting you possibly come to harm.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 5, 2019 18:03:12 GMT -5
Samuel | Plot: Currently on the Roof Sam had heard it, before Nico had it almost seemed, and he stiffened in his boyfriend's arms. He almost said something which Hector would have considered course language, but it would tell Kelsier where they were. Even the other side of the roof wasn't really the best hiding spot. He glanced over at Nico, biting his lip. Nico's dad sounded worried. And a second later, he could hear Hector as well. Silently, he conveyed his resignation to Nico. He could hear it in his Dad and Kelsier's voices that they knew both of them were up here. It wasn't much point. If they didn't find them here, then both of their parents would assume they'd been taken and that would probably be a worse chewing out than if they found them now. Hesitantly, Sam scrambled forward with hesitation and resignation mixing equally in his expression. "I'm right here Dad," he said, his voice hardly coming out. His limbs felt stiff and he wasn't sure whether his heart was beating so fast or too slow. He swung around a little and held out a hand for Nico, feeling sorry for how panicked (and mad ... this was not going to go well) his father sounded and feeling sorry for them. It wasn't fair that they didn't get time ...
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 5, 2019 18:12:49 GMT -5
Nico - Plot | On the roof
Sheepishly, Nico peeked out from where he had tried to hide, taking Sam's hand as he moved out onto the open roof. He couldn't meet Kelsier's gaze, his father's words thundering through him as if on repeat. He had sounded so scared... Nico was quite certain he had never heard his father sound so scared, except maybe when Bianca died... he knew it wasn't fair that he had caused his father pain then, and he knew it wasn't fair that he had done it again now. He wanted to shout that the roof was safe, that there was no possible way either of them could get hurt up there, and they just wanted to look at the stars, but... he knew he was lying to himself. And he knew this probably meant that he wouldn't get to see Sam again for a while. After all, either Kelsier or Hector was going to decide that Nico was a bad influence on Sam or vice versa. And then any chance they had to spend time together would just go down the drain. Yet he couldn't make himself apologize for stealing the time to spend with his boyfriend that he hadn't had in what felt like forever. He wasn't going to apologize for the way reciting the constellations felt like magic, or the fact that he had felt free out there on the roof before it had been ruined for them. Instead he hung his head and waited for his father's anger to come. He'd stand by and let it wash over him, that was really the best he could do given the circumstances. All Nico knew was that he couldn't face the disappointment that was sure to be in his father's eyes. He wasn't afraid of Kelsier's anger, but disappointment... that was a different thing entirely.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 5, 2019 18:29:16 GMT -5
|Kelsier | Plot | Roof| Kelsier almost collapsed, relief filling him like something lighter than air as his son and Sam reappeared together, looking uncertain and guilty but completely unharmed. They hadn’t been taken. There was no words Kelsier knew that could express the emotions in his chest right now, as they all twisted together into something he couldn’t express. Nico had chosen to come up here. The goatherd closed his eyes. Why? Just to spend time alone with his boyfriend? Was it not enough, meeting in inns and whenever else they could get time? No, that was a stupid question, of course it wasn’t. There wasn’t enough time in the world for two people in love. There had never been enough time for him and Mare, had there? He felt himself walking towards the two boys, choking on his son’s name as he went, and opened his eyes just as he wrapped Nico in a tight, almost suffocating embrace. He wanted to speak. He really did. But the words wouldn’t come to him, so he buried his face in Nico’s dark hair instead and just held him.
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 5, 2019 18:38:33 GMT -5
Nico - Plot | On the roof
Nico looked up in surprise at the way his name sounded coming from Kelsier, as though his father hadn't spoken with his mouth, but with his entire being. He hadn't known exactly what to expect, but this wasn't it. He had wanted to defend himself to his father, but it seemed in the moment that there was no need. Part of him felt as though the adults were overreacting, but the truth was he knew they weren't. He knew this was dangerous and he and Sam had been stupid to go outside, and he felt part of him seem to break off at the feeling of his father holding him as close as he had when their lives had been turned upside down not once but twice. He hesitated before returning the embrace, but once he did he clung to Kelsier just as he had when the rest of the world seemed like it was spinning at top speed around him. After this moment passed he knew he'd have to try to offer an explanation, but he also knew there wasn't one. His hand had slipped from where it was holding on to Sam's, and suddenly their need for privacy felt stupid. "I'm fine, Dad," he whispered, as though that made any difference. "We're both fine; nothing happened. I promise. I'm fine." His words were muffled, but he found he didn't care. He just needed his dad to know he was okay, because he was. Because this wasn't like the other times Kelsier had held him like this.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 5, 2019 18:55:09 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?” (thanks for being patient I know I haven't been on this week ghjkl) Ougi physically lifted her arms, putting her palms to her ears to block out the terrible sound. It was clear that it was only a performative gesture though, as the leather of her gloves didn't actually make contact with her skin. She just wanted to show that she disliked the sound. No, more precisely: she wanted to show that she could hear it at all. Aside from that she wasn't actually drowning out any noise. With Amico having rudely cut through their philosophical conversation, the two were now focused on the rest of the drifters around them. For a second Ougi's charcoal gaze seemed to turn into two little conflummoxed spirals, and she wondered how such a motley group of people could be in one place. It would have seemed particularly suspicious, other than the fact that this place doubled as an inn. Those eyes did narrow when Kelsier made a blatant lie--blatant to her at least. She was on the edge of being lost in these little relationships she saw, and almost stood out of her seat to intervene before thinking better of it. Besides, maybe she could convince L to do that for her. "Looks like someone might be in trouble," she murmured, gesturing with the tilt of the head toward the Kelsier who darted away toward the stairs. "Aren't you interested?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 5, 2019 20:56:11 GMT -5
The Doctor | One various version of the living room | <Raintalon>The Doctor snorted a bit. Sameen really wasn't aware of what this place was. She wasn't even sure that she could convince her. But she tried anyway. "If it is an electronic jammer, than not only would I be surprised, I would bet against it. It is at least not a jammer that ya would be familiar with. Yar friend also probably can't find us unless this place wishes him to find ta. Like ya are not allowed into an exclusive club unless ya are first invited in." She waved a hand as if this explained everything and dismissed it. She took the knife, catching it out of the air, and looked at it a bit dubiously. "Do you have a belt?" she asked instead, turning toward the table. She started moving around pieces in what seemed like a random order, prying out and breaking apart several of the tools in the kit she had. From there, she seemed to be starting to build a saw, though how she expected it all to work together was beyond understanding from the current look of things. "Where are ya from?" She might as well learn something at least.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 5, 2019 21:05:23 GMT -5
Could Mei really blame Amico if he didn't believe her? She was acting differently and that really hurt! He didn't know what to do about it. He whimpered a bit more into her shoulder, not really wanting to be removed from where she was. The idea of being alone terrified him. But Mei was Mei and Mei wouldn't leave him, right? He'd never end up in a bad place because Mei was gonna be there. He could trust her, right? "Y-y-yes," he hiccuped. The word hurt, and so did the trust. "P-promise." He wanted to run off ... but he wanted to run off to Mommy Cham, or Dad, or back to Mei. The room would just be him and whatever pillow he found to hug. Like sometimes happened when he got really sad (or when he was just tired), he was already thinking about the corner he would hide in until his family came back.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Sept 5, 2019 23:34:40 GMT -5
(Alright, going to try a derust post while my internet is working for the moment.)
The window connected to the furthest room on the top floor sat slightly ajar to let in the cool night breeze. Though it was a bit hard to hear, the sound of soft snoring came from within. Inside, the dying light of a lantern bathed a small portion of the room in a gentle glow, revealing the traveling barista who occupied it sound asleep at his desk, his body slouched forward and head resting on crossed arms.
It hadn't been that long since he had originally retired there, but the long day had taken it's toll, and the call of sleep had been impossible to resist once he had sat still long enough. Despite this, His slumber was not a particularly restful one from the looks of it...
"N-no... Lucif-... I..."
Thud, thud, thud.
Overhead, the din of something hitting the roof above reached Sandalphon's ears. It was dulled through the mist of sleep, but still enough to rouse the barista. Slowly he lifted his head from its resting spot, red eyes tiredly blinking open and catching the soft glow of the lantern nearby as his mind began returning to the waking world.
What was that? It sounded an awful lot like someone climbing around on the roof.
There was commotion coming from out in the hall as well, right in front of his door in fact, the barista realized once he was conscious enough.
Part of him wanted to simply ignore everything and go back to sleep, as it was most likely none of his business, but now that he had been woken up, there would be no ignoring all the ruckus going on. Plus, it was probably a good idea to make sure the inn wasn't about to burn down or such.
Letting out a yawn, Sandalphon pushed back on the chair he was sitting in and stood up. Using the halflight of his lamp to make sure he didn't trip on anything, the barista made his way to the door and pulled it open. The sudden fluctuation in brightness from the hallway's light caused him to wince as he stuck his head out. A quick rub of his eyes to clear up his vision revealed that, sure enough, there was a small group of people fooling around with another open window a few feet away.
Unable to resist letting out a small sigh or hide the annoyance that crossed his features, he mumbled a quiet, disgruntled "What now?".
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 6, 2019 2:55:02 GMT -5
Arthur Dee | a version of the living room | AuranskyThe history lesson to Raizel's origin - in more ways than one - in the mortal world caused Arthur's head to spin. Not only was it a lot of information, but it also set Raizel in a perspective he hadn't expected. The Nobleese was already unusual. Now he was more so ... and also less so. It was the Paradox House, but Arthur wondered whether that had less to do with how the House itself functioned and more on how the blinkers did. He hadn't met a simple one of them yet. "Thank you for answering my question," Arthur said, managing that at least. The idea that Rai would do all that ... and still want to interact with human was both surprising and almost flattering. If it wasn't for the fact that Raizel also seemed to be this powerful ruler of ... some place. The concept of Raizel's motivations were a bit clearer, but not his world. That was alright for now. Arthur held up one sleeve covered hand, gesturing a little. "Have you found all your paper crafts?" he asked. He leaned a bit to the side, checking under the nearest table. He didn't see any there. "Did you want to do anything here?" the alchemist asked instead, pointing to the House in general. "You seemed disappointed to be here, but I'm assuming there's something you'd like to do."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 6, 2019 9:40:37 GMT -5
|Kelsier | Plot | Roof| A sound that was part laugh, part sob escaped Kelsier in a shudder that went through his whole body at the words Nico spoke. He was okay. He was here, he was safe, it wasn’t like before when their whole world had been torn out from under them and sent them both sprawling to the ground. He wasn’t sure he’d ever let go, but finally he did, stepping back just enough so he could search Nico’s eyes, his hands still trembling on the boy’s shoulders. He didn’t realize he was crying until he tasted the salt, but he didn’t try to stop either. Instead, he finally turned, glancing over Sam, the boy Nico loved enough to put himself in this much danger just to be with. The other boy looked unharmed as well, somehow. Abruptly Kelsier realized they were still on the roof, and he glanced up nervously as though this realization might fall down an attack on all four of them. “We need to get out of here.” He said, very quietly. Then he pulled Nico into one last tight hug before releasing him and taking his hand instead to lead him back to the wall they’d climbed. He didn’t want to let go for a second, in case something snatched him away, but he knew he had to to climb down. “Go ahead. I’m right behind you.”
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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 Sept 6, 2019 18:42:09 GMT -5
Plot ~ The Roof
"Sam, what were you thinking? With everything that everyone's been saying?" Hector said, still working on that fear-turned-anger as the boys appeared. As Kelsier choked up and went to Nico, and the boys were truly there and safe, he felt relief wash over him and his eyes softened. They were ok. He ruffled Sam's hair, studying his face briefly but he only saw the hesitation and disapointment. But nothing stronger than a bit of a ruffle of the boys' plans. No moment that would change their lives forever. Everyone here had had enough of those. He didn't pry much into the other family's business, but the way Kelsier choked up like that... he could guess that he'd had times when it didn't end up all okay. "You scared us all." He said, more soflty.
As the local who knew more about the dangers immediately swung back inside, the urgency of the situation made itself more clear. They weren't safe out on the roof. He nodded, a hand on Sam's shoulder to balance the two of them as he went back to the spot where the window opened underneath the roof. He held out a hand to help lower Sam (and Nico, if he needed it as well) back inside.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 6, 2019 18:53:06 GMT -5
Mei | Plot: Downstairs | mintedstar/fur Mei stepped back into their room, muscles screaming as she half-dropped Amico, finally reaching the limit of how far she could carry him. “There...” she said, straightening up and turning to bolt the door behind them. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right...” But then, she stopped, hand frozen on the doorknob as she saw his face, tear-streaked and full of worry. The vice that had been tightening around her heart since earlier that evening loosened a little, and she found herself softening as she realized that he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. The adrenaline of losing her brother, and then Rex, and then Cham, was wearing off, leaving her exhausted and shaky. She wasn’t even sure she’d make it out the door, much less all the way across the packed tavern. So, she let go of the doorknob. “Amico,” she said quietly, sinking down to sit with her back pressed to the door, “I’m going to stay here with you for a while. We’ll wait for Rex together.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 6, 2019 19:00:02 GMT -5
Sameen | Living Room | mintedstar/fur “No offense to your observational skills, lady, but this seems more like a kidnapping situation than an ‘exclusive club’ kind of situation,” said Sameen, blunt but not completely unfriendly. It was true, she had no idea what the House was, but the thought that it was anything beyond a simple abduction had yet to cross her mind. As the Doctor asked for a belt, she undid the one she was wearing and tossed it to her wordlessly, watching her work on the inexplicable pile of objects with a curious eye. What on earth was she trying to make? “I’m from Boston,” she lied easily, as the Doctor moved her line of questioning in a more personal direction. “I work in this beat up little factory downtown. We make dolls for some big box kids’ toy company, and yeah, that warehouse is exactly as creepy as it sounds.” Not a word of that was true, of course, but she’d found that adding ‘personal’ details made a lie easier to sell. If people connected with it, they were less likely to dismiss it or even suspect it. “Okay, your turn. Where you from?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 6, 2019 19:50:53 GMT -5
Samuel |Plot: Roof/Upper story If possible, Samuel's steps were slower than expected, even with Hector's guiding hand on his shoulder. Sam leaned into Hector - a silent apology. They only had each other, and that made the whole situation more difficult to watch. Nico and Kelsier were raw and hurting ... and Hector was protective but ultimately not uncomfortably so. Loosing Sam would hurt and visa versa. Sam didn't want to put Hector through what Nico and Kelsier had. Still, he remained quiet. Stunned and guilty more than anything. The trip hadn't been worth it. They needed to get back inside. He ducked forward, not needing his dad's help. Instead, with grace and ease that no teenage boy usually possesses, he swung from the edge of the roof and through the window. Only then did he hug his dad, less of a silent apology and more of a reassurance that he had made it and was fine.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 6, 2019 20:42:44 GMT -5
When Mei had set Amico down, he'd gone a bit further down than she had probably expected. He sat down on the floor and wrapped his arms around his midsection. He looked up at her, ready to watch her go. He would have let her, but a fresh wave of tears was already budding behind his eyes. But Mei didn't leave. Something in Amico relaxed. Amico knew it had been tense and cold, but where the feeling had roasted had been unreachable. He wrapped has arms around Mei's leg from where he was sitting on the floor. He scrambled a bit to the side when she joined him on the floor. His own muscles (the scant ones that he had) hurt too, but he still scooted to a position by one of the beds and pulled the covers off it. It felt natural to curl up on the floor. The firm brace against his limbs made him feel better. He brought the blanket and pillow back to Mei and curled up next to Mei. "Story?" he whispered to Mei. "Tell me about magic?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 6, 2019 21:13:28 GMT -5
It was interesting that this was how this woman reacted. Sameen didn't even know the half of it. "Perhaps," said The Doctor. "You'll consider differently when you're here longer." She took the belt and turned it over, stripping it down using the knife. "That's nice," she said to Sameen. "Ya don't have to tell me. But I admire yar ability to lie." She didn't explain why she had been able to tell. She just assumed that everyone knew The Doctor lied (for now) and that there were a few other telling facts. "I'm from Gallifrey," she said simply. Compared to Sameen's elaborate lie, The Doctor's answer seemed to be more of a lie. "But I don't go there very often. I travel a lot. Here." She held out the belt again. The buckle was gone, as well as half on the length. She continued tinkering. After a little, her back to Sameen, she started moving her arm. There was the sound of wood against metal and then The Doctor backed away, eyeing the part of the table she'd just sawed a section away from. "Works," she said, almost proud of herself. She held up the item she'd merged together. It looked like someone had glued together several tools which couldn't possibly function as a usable item. It didn't look pretty. Apparently except to be doubted, The Doctor knocked the homemade saw again the table. The table gained several nasty dents and cuts. The saw was fine. "Yes," pointed out The Doctor. "It will work."
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 7, 2019 11:36:08 GMT -5
Nico | Plot: Roof
Nico looked up as Kelsier's gentle voice reminded him that they were still on the roof and therefore in very real danger. The roof no longer seemed to him a fun place to spend some extra time with his boyfriend, it just seemed like a place that was far more trouble than it was worth. And he saw how the fear of it had broken his father. Deep down he knew that as much as he pretended he was alright after everything that had happened, he wasn't. He was just as broken as Kelsier was, even if he tried to hide it. Even if sometimes he did succeed at hiding it. At forgetting about it, sometimes. He cast a glance at Sam, where his boyfriend was receiving the same worry from his father. "I'm sorry," Nico managed, squeezing closer to Kelsier and forgetting his initial vow not to apologize. He knew it had been stupid. He followed Sam - with much less grace, of course - over the side of the roof and towards the window, but he didn't go inside until he was sure both Kelsier and Hector were following. He understood now, in the agonizing moments it took to see Kelsier begin his descent, the worry that had had shrouded his father. The idea that the only family he had left might not reappear over that rooftop... it stuck in his throat, nearly choking him. But it was okay for right now, wasn't it? They'd all be fine. They had to be. He couldn't be responsible for Kelsier or Hector's death... not after everything that had already happened.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 7, 2019 12:36:28 GMT -5
|Kelsier | Plot | Wall| Kelsier watched as Nico made it down to the window and safely inside, and the pain that had been growing in his chest subsided. He didn’t know he hadn’t been breathing until he sucked in a mouthful of cool evening air and blew it out, his muscles relaxing despite the fact that he himself was still in danger. Could he make it down? He hadn’t thought about it when he came up, but climbing was not something he really did...ever, actually. He was a goatherd; he could walk for days without resting, but his arms were used to having nothing to do and complained painfully about the extra work he’d put on them. He grit his teeth. What choice did he have? If he fell, he’d die, but if he stayed up here he was in even more danger, so he turned and began to descend. There was a reason he’d told Nico to go first. Being trapped like a spider under a glass, hanging from the wall by the tips of his fingers. It was excruciating enough without the added knowledge that Nico could disappear at any moment, or slip and fall where Kelsier had no hope of reaching him. Maybe it was selfish of him to force Nico to watch him instead, but he could accept that as long as his son could worry in safety. His hand slipped. A sharp gasp pierced Kelsier as he swung one-handed to his right, his legs scrambling to get a hold of the wall without pushing on it too hard, his heart beating hard as the arm that still held him screamed with the effort of holding on for another second - two seconds - three seconds - He let go. For a split second there was the surreal sensation of falling and then there was a sharp pain in his left shoulder as he caught the edge of the window, stopping his descent as abruptly as it had started. He hung there, kicking uselessly against the open space under him, unable to pull himself up.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Sept 7, 2019 13:35:11 GMT -5
Rex | Plot: Upstairs by the window
Rex stayed by the window, helping guide each person in as they climbed down. The boys came easily enough, and Rex started to breathe a little easier. Too soon. As he reached to help Kelsier, he heard the man gasp sharply, and then his dark form slipped. A curse flew from Rex as he lunged forward, seizing Kelsier's arm. His fingers dug into the fabric of the man's clothing and he realized, with a start, that he didn't even know this man's name. Gritting his teeth, Rex forced out a short, "Hold on." He was no stranger to heavy lifting. Bags of flour weren't known for being light, but he barely had a grip on Kelsier and gods knew what was down there. Rex could only pray that nothing seized Kelsier's dangling legs as he strained back, the goatherd's clothing slipping in his fingers a little too much for comfort Daud | Living room
Daud's eyes narrowed at Myrnin. What in the Void was a marshmallow? As Myrnin rambled on, Daud quickly decided that his initial thought that he was a fool was likely correct. Shame he didn't have his sword, but the makeshift one would have to do. If it came down to it, he'd killed people with less. Now the question was whether or not he should dignify this fool with a response. As his eye caught on the bookshelf, his decision was made. Ignoring Myrnin, he walked over to the books, eyeing the spines. None of them seemed to have titles, though they were all different colors and sizes. Taking a small but thick red one, he found the cover empty and the pages emptier. Brows drawing together, he frowned at the blank pages. What use was a blank book?
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