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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Sept 7, 2019 14:47:43 GMT -5
What in the world were these people doing? And why the hell were they on the roof?
Sandalphon continued watching the group with an unimpressed stare as they all struggled to get back into the inn. In all honesty, he was already about to duck back into his room and go to bed, since he wanted nothing to do with any of this nonsense. These people, he presumed, had gotten themselves into this mess...
Before he could however, the man currently trying make his way in slipped and fell, only to just barely be caught by one of his compatriots. The sight of this stirred something in the depths of the barista's being, and by some unknown drive, he threw his door the rest of the way open and dashed over. He moved past the two younger boys and arrived next to Rex, reaching out towards Kelsier's free arm with his own. "Here!"
Now it was his turn to ask himself what was he doing. Since when was it his responsibility to make sure a bunch of strangers doing stupid things didn't get themselves killed? It was as if his body had moved of its own accord, as the thought of assisting the others hadn't even crossed his mind until he was already doing it.
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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 7, 2019 17:55:11 GMT -5
•• Plot Room ∆ The Roof ••
Hector glanced behind him, feeling the darkness press in. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up, and he was running on adrenaline. The boys were both inside, and Kelsier was heading inside. They were making it. They were all going to be okay.
Hector cursed as Kelsier cried out, which he hoped neither of the boys had heard. Still on the top of the roof, he couldn't reach the man without swinging down and possibly doing more harm than good. If Nico had to lose the only family he had left... He dropped down on the roof, to see if there was anything he could do, and was glad to see that local there helping, quickly joined by another. The travelers were lucky that despite the serious miasma of fear in the air, the locals were still willing to help.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 7, 2019 22:31:41 GMT -5
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? Myrnin | Living Room (I'm disappointed in myself. XD I've been around most of the day, but most of the day I've been plotting rather than executing my plots.) The fact that Daud had afforded him no attention at all seemed to phase Myrnin ever so slightly. He hadn't had much interaction through most of the flight from Morganville to New York. And now that he, Lady Grey, and Samuel were in New York he was stuck on a ... fact finding mission or whatever all of this was. Daud hadn't even said anything. Slightly annoyed, Myrnin shifted in his seat and turned until he could watch the other blinker take out a few of the books which were arrayed on the shelf. "They're blank," he said, as if Daud hadn't already found this out. "You're new." All the newbies looked at the books. Well, not the newbies. The old ones did too, but he'd met all the old ones (at least he thought he had). It took a second, but a horrifying thought dawned on him. What if Daud wasn't new? What if Myrnin had just been gone for a really long time. Myrnin stood up so quickly that it was almost too quick for the human eye to see. "Do you know anyone called Hange?" he asked suddenly. "Loki? Nore? 7S? Arlo?" He ran through a couple of the names he knew, suddenly truly concerned that more time had passed in the House than it had in his own world. He remembered Arlo and what had happened to her. The thought, when it could be him, was terrifying.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 7, 2019 22:56:38 GMT -5
Samuel | Plot: Hallway Samuel's heart jumped into his throat and he completely froze up, the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears like a relentless wave of noise. He didn't think he could have moved, even though he desperately wanted to. But even if he could, there wasn't enough room by the window. There was just the strange, local man who had been with them and then the person who had joined in from the room here who were there by the window. Any more and Sam might accidentally tip one of them out after Kelsier. He could think that much, but the rest of him mind was frozen, like someone had left it in snow. Every second was slowed down. He could see where Kelsier's muscles were straining with effort, could hear his breathing in his head, could feel the movement of air against his face from the open window. It was all so clear, and yet he didn't know what to do.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 8, 2019 16:27:50 GMT -5
Nico | Plot: Windowsill
"Dad!" Nico screamed, panic filling his voice as he saw his father drop from the roof, his heart plummeting faster than seemed physically possible. He could see Kelsier scrabbling at the windowsill, fear and hurt welling up in an all-consuming tide. If Kelsier was hurt now, it was his fault. He watched, seemingly frozen, as Rex reached down to help, and all he could think was that his father was in danger and if something happened... he'd be all alone. Of course he'd still have Sam and probably Hector, but that wouldn't be the same as having his father, who had been there for him through everything. He forced himself to move forward and reach a hand out for Kelsier to grab, as though that would make any difference, as though he could possibly help pull up his father... his heart was thundering in his chest, and he did his best to push away tears. "Hang on," he whispered, praying to any god that would listen. They weren't safe yet, the stranger next to him had said. They weren't safe yet and if this stranger hadn't been there... Nico's father would be dead. "Thank you," he murmured to Rex, the words repeating over and over again though he couldn't tell which ones were in his head, and which were spoken aloud. "Thank you."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2019 17:13:00 GMT -5
Mei | Plot - Downstairs w/Amico | mintedstar/fur |Mei watched as her brother scrambled around the room, collecting an armful of bedding materials before finally settling down at her side. She pulled the blanket so it was over them both, then arranged the pillow so that part of it was behind her, keeping her from leaning painfully against the wooden door. She hoped she was doing the right thing, staying here. Not looking for Cham. But as much as she wanted her parents back...she also didn’t want to go back out there and leave Amico alone. Something else could happen, and out of the four of them, he was the one who couldn’t take care of himself if it did. Which meant he was her first priority. So, she curled up underneath the blanket, resting one hand on her knees and the other around Amico’s shoulder. “A story about magic,” she repeated, wondering what had led him to that line of thought. Well, it wasn’t like she didn’t have stories. Her mother had had plenty, before she’d gotten sick and had to leave the shop. “Alright,” she agreed, nodding. She wasn’t afraid of scaring him anymore - he’d heard a few of her stories, and he knew that they could err on the side of unsettling. It never seemed to bother him, which was good, cause those stories we’re the only ones she knew. She took a breath, then began. “When I was younger, before you or Rex or Cham were here, my mother ran a doll shop. I helped her make the dolls sometimes...and the thing you learn about dolls, is that they’re hollow. Literally, because we never stuffed our dolls, but also in a different way. Empty inside, even when they’re in pairs. And if you spend enough time around them, you start to feel empty, too. Like the dolls are trying to make you like them. You get used to it eventually. I did, because I’d been around them since I was born, so they’d given up on me a long time ago. But if it’s a customer, we always told them not to stay downstairs too long. Those who did would begin to act strangely...they wouldn’t want to leave the store, and when they did, they’d wander all about, as if they’d lost all sense of purpose. It would wear off eventually, if they stayed outside, but my mother didn’t like it, so she tried to get everyone out as quickly as possible unless she could tell they were already used to the dolls. Some people were. Some people seemed like they were already empty inside, and with those people, the dolls left them alone.” She paused, taking a moment to recall. “Another thing you’d learn, if you spent enough time in the shop, is that when something’s empty, it tries as hard as it can to fill itself. It draws everything it can inside, hoping it can find a way to fill up the hole inside itself, but with dolls, they never can, because they don’t have hearts. You can’t fill something that doesn’t exist, after all. So they just try, and try, and try, forever. And that means that things get drawn in...things that should stay where they were, things that instead of being empty, are looking for something empty so that they can fill it with their own form. Because maybe that way, they’ll be less lonesome. Ghosts are like that. People who died, but never left us, are always roaming around, feeling like they belong somewhere else but never finding where that is. And when you take something empty, and then you take something that needs to belong, they’re drawn to each other. Like twins. Like they were meant to find each other.” Another pause, as she rearranged the pillow slightly and moved her legs to stop them from going numb. “Once, we had a ghost in the shop,” she said, tilting her head a little as she recalled the event, that had happened so long ago. “We knew they were there because they would unlock the doll cases at night and cause all kinds of mischief - once, we found the cash register hanging wide open, all the money thrown on the floor and around the room, but not a single yen taken. Another time, there were footprints in the dust on the floor, that lead to nowhere. And another time after that, one of the large dolls was found hanging from the ceiling, suspended like a puppet from strands of fabric that looked like they’d been pulled from the furniture. The doll almost looked alive, then, like something was behind its eyes besides emptiness. I believe the ghost had tried to use it as a body, but I don’t know for sure. My mother hated them, because they were always causing trouble, wrecking the shop or making things difficult for her in the mornings when she had to open. I kind of liked them, though. I think they weren’t breaking things on purpose - I think they were just trapped, and didn’t know what they wanted. They never tried to harm us, and I think they could have, if they wanted to. In any case...they stayed for a long time - nearly seven months - and then, my mother got sick, and I closed the shop, and we never opened again. I went back, a week after we closed, but I think they’d gone. I couldn’t see signs that they’d messed with anything, and the shop felt empty again, like it always had before they came to visit. I think maybe they came because of the dolls, but after a while, my mother and I were what they were there for. We were alive, after all. Not dolls. Not empty. Just human, like them. And then, once we were gone...I’d like to think that that was enough, and maybe they were able to be at peace. In any case...I never saw any sign of them, ever again.” She turned to look at Amico, tilting her head a little to see him better out of her good eye. “Does that count? As a story about magic?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2019 17:28:20 GMT -5
|Kelsier | Plot | Wall| There was no way Kelsier would have been able to pull himself up if he’d been alone. He just wasn’t that strong, even with the adrenaline pumping through him thicker than blood and the vivid knowledge of what would happen eventually flashing through his skull. But he wasn’t alone. Slowly through the shock, he registered that there were hands on him, hanging on and keeping him from slipping off the shallow ledge he was clinging to. He looked up and met anxious faces staring back at him, and then his hazel eyes locked onto Nico’s. His son was as scared as he’d been minutes earlier, on the seemingly empty roof surrounded by silence. In the end, though Nico had Sam, he needed his father the same way his father needed him. They needed each other to be safe, and for things to not go bad like before. He smiled up at Nico, to prove he was okay, because seeing the boy so pale hurt worse than his throbbing shoulder. “Well...that wasn’t good.” The goatherd called up as lightly as he could, grimacing as he shifted and tried to pull himself up again. Nico extended his own hand then, and Kelsier’s smile widened as he took it, but didn’t dare pull for fear of pulling him right out the window. “Nice reflexes, though. Pull me up on three?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2019 17:47:00 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." Sameen | Living Room w/The Doctor | mintedstar/fur |“Not lying,” said Sameen, stubborn despite being a bit shaken that the Doctor had seen through her so easily. Okay, so she was crazy, but not to be underestimated. Good to know. ”Gallifrey? Never heard of it,” she said flatly, watching her closely. Small, lesser-known town, or hasty lie? It was hard to tell. She took the belt back as it was handed to her, looking it up and down and coming to the conclusion that it had been thoroughly destroyed. Oh, well. She had more. And maybe whatever she was trying to make would actually come in handy. And just like that...she was already done. Curious, Sameen moved closer, inspecting the item. “Looks like crap,” she said bluntly, then raised her eyebrows as the Doctor knocked it against the table, doing a really dramatic amount of damage considering how useless the tool looked. “Buuuuut, on the other hand, might be something we could use. Damn lady, you got skills,” she admitted, holding out her hand. “Mind if I give it a go?”
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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 8, 2019 19:26:49 GMT -5
Morrigan listened to Hook and Shade talk about the bunny creatures, her eyebrows slightly raised. If she had any questions, she chose not to say them, preferring to stay silent and listen instead. She stayed silent as Shade asked her who she’d met so far, taking a moment to imagine the people Shade described with eyes the size of plates. “Gods...” She murmured to herself in a mystified manner, before clearing her throat. “Last time I met Kaito Kid and Sherlock in this room where we had to wash windows. And before then, I was in the living room with Arthur, Jack, and Rowlin.” She paused again, before asking: “Who else have you met?” (Thanks- school may or may not be killing me already... x3) ~∂єѕтιиу and Shadepelt15
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 8, 2019 21:34:51 GMT -5
The small boy listened intently to his sister's story, eyes as wide as they always were when she told one of her tails. He believed every one of them. He just wasn't scared of them. He wasn't always sure why. Some of them - like this one - were disturbing. Sometimes, when he asked for stories, they weren't always what he expected. He had wanted wild magic, without rules or creatures, with balls of light and sparkles ... but he didn't say any of that. Instead, he payed close attention to every word. Somehow, even thought he thought that dolls really could do things like that he didn't think that they were the most scary thing. He had yet to hear a story about wolves and as yet he hadn't heard of anything related to a family torn apart the way his had been. But he snuggled closer to Mei and thought about her mom. He hadn't known her ... but then again Mei hadn't known his. All in all, he didn't think that he would have minded if she had known his parents or if he had known hers. But he didn't know for sure. It had been a long time since he had seen his mother and father. He hardly remembered them. It was Mommy Cham and Rex who stuck in his head. He listened to the full story, completely enraptured, enough that he'd forgotten to cry. It didn't mean he wasn't sad, it just meant he'd forgotten to pay attention. Still, even with his full attention on Mei, he still looked at her at the end and shook his head at her question. "Nuh uh. You know any stories about wizards?" He brightened ... for the first time in an hour ... at the thought. "Like, what can magic do? Could I learn? Is there a way for me to do things like fly and swim fast and stuff by myself?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 8, 2019 21:43:59 GMT -5
The Doctor | The Living Room w/ Sameen | <Raintalon> (the quote breaker) A lie on top of a lie. The first one had been good ... the second one could have been better. The Doctor was half tempted to give tips, since it was clear that Sameen had messed up on that one. But she let it go instead. She could tell that the woman was trying to figure out where on Earth Gallifrey was. The Doctor supposed that she already had the insane person part covered, though that didn't mean she was lying. Interesting, since usually she had some way to prove her story. Well, either way, she added, "It isn't a place on Earth. It's another planet. Not that I haven't been to Earth." She held out the sharp object to Sameen, like this was a perfectly rational statement to be made. "Sure, I would be very interested if there is anything beyond the wall. Hope this helps." She's going to take it just so I don't have any knife-like materials, The Doctor thought distantly. She didn't stop smiling.
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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 8, 2019 22:57:07 GMT -5
Rex | Plot: Window upstairs Rex's muscles strained, though relief flickered through him as someone joined his side, grabbing onto Kelsier as well. He wouldn't have to try to pull the man up by himself. His gaze flickered over Kelsier's terrified expression, knowing that his son's was likely an exact match. At Kelsier's mild words, Rex bit back a frustrated snap. Of course it wasn't good. And the boy shouldn't be thanking him while his father still dangled one tiny slip away from death. "On three," he agreed. "One- two- three!" Digging his fingers into Kelsier's arm, he hauled him up. Daud | Living room Just as Daud wondered if they were all blank, Myrnin answered his question. Interesting. What purpose did a bookshelf of blank books serve? Were they meant to be written in? If only he had a quill and some ink, then he could test it. Out of the corner of his eye, he found Myrnin suddenly standing, voice edged in panic. Why was he panicking? Daud only recognized one name. The name of the snake noble, but Myrnin didn't need to know that. Closing the book and placing it back on the shelf, he turned fully to Myrnin. "What concern is it to you?" he asked flatly, testing the waters. Perhaps he could get a little more information before divulging any himself.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Sept 8, 2019 23:44:48 GMT -5
This had been a mistake...
Remaining silent throughout everything, Sandalphon felt his body instinctively tense up when two people at the window became three, as one of the kids joined in the rescue as well. Things had quickly grown quite claustrophobic, the window barely big enough to fit them all.
He could just imagine the sight they would all make to anyone returning to their rooms right about now. What a circus that would look to be...
Well, it was too late to back out now.
The barista forced himself to shrug his discomforts off, simply letting out a grunt of confirmation at the plan to pull up on three. As soon as Rex hit 'three' and started hauling Kelsier up, he braced a foot against the wall under the window and began assisting on his end.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 9, 2019 12:49:15 GMT -5
Hook scoffed at Shades comment. “Bloody hell, people will make pets out of anything.” He muttered. Nearly every realm he’d stumbled across that had some form of high functioning civilization seemed to have the concept of keeping pets; so it was no surprise that Shade’s world was no different. Still - the fuzzy creatures has created nothing more than a headache for the couple last time they’d been around. Why anyone would want one in their home was... an irritating mystery. At least the memory of chasing them around with Shade was worthy of a chuckle. Shade seemed to be smiling as well, fondly recalling her times with other blinkers. He watched her expression carefully, blending the eyeshadow in the corner of her eye half heartedly as she spoke. Her experiences in the house were so drastically different than his...it wasn’t that it was surprising...just interesting he supposed. He couldn’t help but make a face at some of the names Morrigan gave. “Too many damn people,” he answered her question, sounding more amused than his words let off. He’d met...literally too many people to list off. It was incredible the number of people who probably hated him...faces he’d long forgotten. Hell, Flandre had been a distant thought for quite some time until she’d recently murdered him. Funny how that happened. Shadepelt15 zeph!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 10, 2019 0:35:01 GMT -5
Daud | Living room
Just as Daud wondered if they were all blank, Myrnin answered his question. Interesting. What purpose did a bookshelf of blank books serve? Were they meant to be written in? If only he had a quill and some ink, then he could test it. Out of the corner of his eye, he found Myrnin suddenly standing, voice edged in panic. Why was he panicking? Daud only recognized one name. The name of the snake noble, but Myrnin didn't need to know that. Closing the book and placing it back on the shelf, he turned fully to Myrnin. "What concern is it to you?" he asked flatly, testing the waters. Perhaps he could get a little more information before divulging any himself. Myrnin | Living Room "Gee," said Myrnin, changing tone on a dime, suddenly sounding sardonic. "You're a chatty person, aren't you." He scoffed, crossing his arms, but then added with very little hesitation. "It's a concern of mine because they're my friends. And I would rather like to know how long I've been gone. Since I've had a bit of a bad experience vicariously when literally everyone I know ends up loosing time sooner or later when they blink in here. I'm just wondering if it's my turn, because lately I haven't seen a lot of them." Nore ... 7S ... he hadn't seen either of them in a very long time. Suddenly his heart ached, as if he'd somehow lost them forever. But he pushed the thought away. Nore could get out of a lot of scrapes (but last time ...) and 7S tended to turn up sooner or later (it was already a while later). He'd recently seen Hange, but that was recent for him and not necessarily House events. "Anyway," he added with a huff, killing all the doubtful thoughts swimming in his head. "I don't know you. And I know everyone." Lie, but one he at least partly believed was close to the truth. He knew a lot of the blinkers from his time of blinking in and as much as he could afterward.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 10, 2019 10:52:10 GMT -5
Both Orpheus’s sounded like he felt by the idea that both of them were real. Afraid? Not really. Mare didn’t look afraid to Spook, anyway, and though Spook was afraid, it was for different reasons. A better word for it, maybe, was bewildered. How could they both be real? They’d have to be identical in every way. Was that even possible? They had to be different in some way, at least, they had to be different now that they were...two...of them. His head hurt. He shook it, and shot a glare across the glass at Mare. “Spook here. This is getting too complicated. How could we be both real? Calliope is right, we would have to be from different versions, or different time. Something would have to be different, right?” “Maybe not.” Mare murmured. Thinking about it was helping quell some of the nervous energy of the room. “Maybe we’re from the exact time time, just...instead of blinking us in once, it did it twice. We don’t know how blinking works. If it’s not in our time, why couldn’t it reuse the moment’s we come from and get two exact versions of the same person?” There was a beat of silence, then two. Because on the one hand, Spook knew that meant he didn’t have to worry he was the fake anymore. But on the other hand, that opened up a whole closet full of possibilities he didn’t want to think about. The House was powerful, sure, but… Nothing should be quite that powerful. Not him, not anyone else. “I agreed with you two. One of us has to be fake. It’s Spook.” He said finally, breaking the silence so suddenly it was like he’d physically shattered it somehow. “And I think there’s a good chance my fake is Mare. He knows a lot about what the House can do, and he seems to think pretty highly of it, doesn’t he? Does that idea sound like something I would come up with?” Mare stepped back from the glass, and Spook stepped forward. Trying not to let the room get to him. Maybe failing. He wasn’t sure. “Maybe we have to figure out which one is fake on our own. Maybe that’s why we can’t help each other, just hear each other. Orpheus? Whichever one of you is real, I need you to think. How can you prove it?” “You seem a little quick to cast blame. Calliope here,” Calliope murmured softly, not daring to look at Lyre. He would lose his courage if he had to look at his own face. Doubting his own existence would really get them nowhere, he knew that for certain. He had to believe that either he was the only Orpheus, or they both were Orpheus. There was no situation where he’d let himself believe that he was fake. “Lyre now. I just… I don’t know how to tell,” he admitted, shaking his head. “Mare, I want to believe that you’re right, that the House is tricking us because that’s what it tends to do, from what I’ve heard, but what happens if we’re wrong? If all four of us aren’t real, doesn’t that mean two of us killed Mr. Hermes and the… the real Mare? It means none of us remember it, and we all think we’re real, but… I can’t prove it.” “Lyre, please!” Calliope shouted, raising his voice for the first time. “I want to get out of here and I know you do too, and if we keep saying we don’t know, then none of us are ever leaving! And it almost feels like you want us to stay in here for longer.” “What, I…?” “Lyre is the fake.” Calliope announced, voice quiet once again. “Lyre and Mare are the fakes. They must be.” The statement hurt to get out, especially as he forced himself to look in Lyre’s eyes as he said it. There was fear there, but also hurt and betrayal and a firm sense of loss. Like Lyre’s world was crumbling in front of him. A few moments passed, and Lyre said nothing, just tried to form words that were refusing to come. “I’m sorry. But if you were real, you’d know for sure. And you’d have said something. Because I know I would have said something, and we’re the same…” his voice trailed off, pained in a way he wasn’t used to feeling. There was no case Lyre could make for himself. He had no proof he was real. He had a gut feeling, but maybe they were both real. Calliope seemed so sure, so why was Lyre doubting himself? If he was real, was Calliope right? Would he know for sure? “If I’m fake…” his voice was almost imperceptible. “If I’m fake, then the House is a skilled artist.” |Kelsier|Funhouse Room| There was a beat of silence, then two. Spook and Mare stared at each other, as though Calliope’s words had frozen them both the the ground, making it impossible to move even their tongues to speak. Then Mare spoke, and the look on his face was like broken glass. “Mare here. No...Kelsier here.” He switched back to his name, and Spook’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly at the move. “Don’t do this, Orpheus. I’m not the fake. The House can’t create my mind, my thoughts, the essence of who I am, and I can feel those things inside me. Can’t you hear the truth in my voice?” “Mare, stop it.” Spook cut in, harshly he knew, but he had to. Was Mare real? Was he real? How could he hope to tell when the House could replicate them so flawlessly they started to doubt their own genuineness? “I’m sorry.” He said, softer now. “Mare and Lyre, I’m sorry, but you aren’t acting like Orpheus and I. Maybe you even believe you’re the real version, but couldn’t the House create that belief? Please at least consider for a moment that you’re wrong.” ”you consider!” Mare shot back, and his voice shook with the horror of it. This was almost worse than the room he’d gone through with Nico, because at least there he had been sure of who he was. Now... ”I am not a piece of the House’s games.” He whispered, and took a step away from the glass, his hand on his chest, the beat of his heart frantic against his ribs. “I am not a reflection.” Spook closed his eyes. “It’s Spook. The real Kelsier.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 10, 2019 19:16:26 GMT -5
Orpheus | Funhouse Room
Lyre had been stunned almost into silence, as Calliope raised his voice. “Calliope. The real Orpheus.” And Lyre couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe Calliope was right, maybe he was fake, maybe… maybe nothing about him was real. He opened his mouth to say something, to try to argue, but nothing came. There was no argument he could make, and even if he could, he found his voice wasn’t working. He couldn’t say anything, couldn’t… couldn’t voice his thoughts, because his mouth was opening, but there was no sound. Panic flooded him as he stared mutely at Calliope - no, at Orpheus - and tried reckon with the now indisputable fact that he wasn’t real. “We did it,” Calliope whispered, his voice slightly louder now. “Kelsier, we did it! We were right!” It was as though he had let go of words that had been pent up in him for ages. “We were-” he didn’t get a chance to finish the thought before he blinked out, Lyre disappearing just a moment later.
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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 11, 2019 14:42:36 GMT -5
Daud | Living room
Daud simply watched Myrnin as he snapped at him, waiting for him to get on with it. Losing time... now that was interesting. Daud had noticed that when he appeared here, time in his world stopped until he returned. Almost as though he had never left. It was fascinating, really, how this entity seemed to be able to stop time entirely to bring them here. That did, however, beg the question as to how one could lose time if time didn't exist here. Daud filed the paradox away for later consideration. He shrugged. "Saw Loki during my last blink. I don't know the others," he said, cooperating solely because if Myrnin really did know everyone in the House, he could be a valuable ally. From the way he spoke, Daud could guess that he had been coming here for awhile, which meant he knew things. Useful things. "I'm Daud."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 11, 2019 15:37:00 GMT -5
zeph! ®Hawkpath®(We kind of all dropped away, which is fine. ^^ But I figured I'd reblink Kid and ping both of you in case you wanted to jump back in (or anyone else wanted to jump in. It's fine if you don't.) Kid | Window Washing Room Kid had, for a time, blinked back to his own world. A day later, and once again he found his routine interrupted by a certain House. Appearing on the same metal platform as before, Kid flinched and looked around. His clothing had changed to the white suit and top had that he usually wore. Nothing much, by the look of it, had changed. The windows were partly cleaned and the shadows behind them - the figures who now almost had color about them through the grime - were still visible. "Sherlock?" Kid asked. He walked closer to the window, his face pressed back to the glass to watch. "Morrigan?" He watched the shadows behind the wall. The argument of before seemed to be still going on. Something, he thought, had already happened. But he couldn't pick up what was going on now just from the blurry visuals he was seeing. He pressed his nose right up against the grime as soon as it looked like one of the shadow figures had pulled something from their person. A weapon?
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Sept 11, 2019 17:35:45 GMT -5
She snorted softly at the pirates comment, peeking the open the eye he wasn't currently working on and smirking at him, then closing it again. The mystified tone of Morrigans voice made Shade smile, sure her expression matched and delighted at the thought. At the mention of Sherlock her ears flicked up and she had to resist opening her eyes, for Hooks sake. "Oh! I've encountered Sherlock once, I believe. Hes very interesting to talk to, blew my mind after five minutes," she said, laughing softly, "Tell him I said 'hi' if you happen to see him again." Moments later she laughed again, finding her make up artists statement all too true. "Oh yes. I think this one might have encountered a few more than I have. Lots of adventures, too many to bother with." While a smile maintained itself over her features, she did sigh softly. Silly bastard. How many times had he died? Heaven knows. As severe as it was, she found it to be oddly endearing. Despite his willingness to change his approach in the house, she was sure he would always be the same reckless, charmingly charismatic, and horrifically unlucky pirate she'd grown so fond of. "Oh! I do remember a few other interesting ones. I met this really interesting fellow, a vampire I think. Don't get to see him too often, but hes very delightful to chat with. Hes got a ponytail, and usually wears some shade of green from what I can remember. Another... Their name was Rutile, but I can't remember much about them... Also a fabulous conversationalist, and prettier than glass. It was super cool. There was this.. hm.. It was like a giant stuffed bear, but it was tragically murderous. Gave us some trouble a couple times. There was also a blue talking horse, and I remember... Well, I can't remember his name but there was this young fellow dressed like a noble knight. He was very fancy with most of the folks here, extremely amusing to watch. I don't know if he comes around anymore. Most people I didn't talk with personally, but I saw them around, exchanged words a few times. I can recall this shorter lady with wild red hair, hair so long that it went down to the floor and dragged behind her like a cape, and another much taller woman with dark hair, some sort of assassin I think. She was highly intelligent, but I'm not sure what happened to her either. The house I imagine finally let her live her life and let her leave, as uncommon as that seems. Oh! There were these two gentlemen that always dressed smart, both were French I think, and one of them was blond and I believe he was friends with the shorter red haired lady. The other was very welcoming to talk to, but still very cool headed... A revolutionist, from what little I gathered ... Although, thats not a lot to go off of, I suppose," she laughed lightly, mildly embarrassed by her inability to make people very distinct. I totally didn't start crying writing this pffff ~∂єѕтιиу zeph! )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 11, 2019 22:16:08 GMT -5
Daud | Living room
Daud simply watched Myrnin as he snapped at him, waiting for him to get on with it. Losing time... now that was interesting. Daud had noticed that when he appeared here, time in his world stopped until he returned. Almost as though he had never left. It was fascinating, really, how this entity seemed to be able to stop time entirely to bring them here. That did, however, beg the question as to how one could lose time if time didn't exist here. Daud filed the paradox away for later consideration. He shrugged. "Saw Loki during my last blink. I don't know the others," he said, cooperating solely because if Myrnin really did know everyone in the House, he could be a valuable ally. From the way he spoke, Daud could guess that he had been coming here for awhile, which meant he knew things. Useful things. "I'm Daud." Myrnin | Living Room This man just did not talk, now did he. Did he have any buttons to push? At all? "Myrnin," Myrnin said simply. At least he was reassured that Loki was still blinking in. That was good. He doubted the House would have broken up such a good combo that was Myrnin, Hange, and Loki. Unless they annoyed it. Then who knew. Then there was Daud, who was really the most immediate boredom. Myrnin stood up, walked very, very close to Daud, and stuck his face in the other man's so he could look at his eyes. "Do you, like, ever do anything interesting?" He pointed at the stick. "Other than roast marshmallows. Spar?" Myrnin backed up and held up his fits like he was prepared to hit the other blinker, his own mouth wide with a toothy grin. "Huh? Huh? Something? Anything? Cooooooome on. I need attention or I'll wither away to nothing."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 11, 2019 22:16:59 GMT -5
“This way, this way,” beckoned The Doctor. Only by this point, she’d blinked into the living room and was faced with the view of the couch instead. She looked at it with a slight frown, unsure what she was looking at for a second (maybe she thought the person she was talking to had suddenly morphed into a chair). Her hand lowered as she realized where she was and her shoulders sagged with relief when she seemed to realize where she had ended up. Walking over to the bookcase, she started looking over the books, unsure if she had ever looked over them before. She was waiting for someone else to appear - as she had no doubt they would - and then perhaps there would be a chance to go into a room.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 13, 2019 2:28:22 GMT -5
(Anyone up to RP?)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 13, 2019 19:35:38 GMT -5
Mei had been keeping a close eye on her brother throughout the story, and she’d been very pleased when he’d fallen quiet, the tears that had been flowing for over an hour finally dying down before stopping altogether. He was okay again. For now. Which, she’d learned over the years, was the best she could hope for. When your brother is as prone to mood swings as Amico was, you learned to live in the moment.
She laughed lightly, a bit more of the tension melting from her shoulders as Amico utterly rejected her attempt at a story. She reached out and ruffled his hair, shooting him a teasing grin. “Next time, you tell the story.”
Then, she frowned, wracking her brain for a satisfactory answer to his questions. “Well...I don’t know much about that kind of magic,” she said regretfully, drawing her legs a little closer so they would fit under the blanket. “I never saw anything like that until Cham and you came along. But...oh! I did meet a wizard once, I think. Want to hear?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 13, 2019 19:40:17 GMT -5
Matt | Living Room | mintedstar/fur Sameen turned back to the wall, giving the tool a flip in her hand to get a sense of its weight. “Okay. Let’s crack this thing open.” But instead of cracking anything open, she vanished, almost immediately replaced by Matt. The tool she’d been holding fell, hitting Matt squarely in the foot before bouncing to the ground. “What up gays - OW, god dammit - “ Matt’s greeting to whoever he’d been talking to was almost instantly replaced by cursing as he hoped on one foot, colliding with the table behind him and nearly losing his balance altogether. It was only after he’d straightened up and started to regain his composure that he noticed there was someone else there with him. “Welllll.....this is awkward,” he said, leaning a hand against the table in a feeble attempt to make his previous clumsiness look intentional. “You, uh...you new? I don’t think I’ve...don’t think I’ve seen you before. Here. Or well. Anywhere.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 13, 2019 19:53:57 GMT -5
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?" |L | Plot | Talking to Ougi| L glanced around at the others as well, eyeing them with the sort of caution one might give a poker card before they flipped it over. He was very good at figuring people out; he wasn’t so good at actually telling how they felt at at any given time. It was pretty obvious that they were agitated, though. L watched the chaos, then glanced back at Ougi, studying her reaction with as much interest as he’d given the room in general. He was worried about the boy, of course, and whoever was on the roof was likely dead, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He was a poet; his strength lay in his words and very little else. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t tempted to go sprinting after them and stick his nose where it didn’t belong. He was unusually good at getting into other people’s business, something that had gotten him in trouble more than he cared to remember, much less admit to a stranger. He inclined his head at her words, copying her again, only one of his eyebrows went up too. “Yes.” He said simply. “And so are you. But it’d be easier if I went and figured it out for you, wouldn’t it?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 13, 2019 20:09:33 GMT -5
Sherlock, too, had blinked out. Now he blinked back in and staggered, clearly off balance by what ever he’d been doing before. “Doesn’t mean that - oh, bloody hell.” His shout subsided to a sullen mutter as he say where he was. Back here. Oh well, it wasn’t like he’d figured the place out last time. “I’m here. Blinked out for a bit, in my time at least. What are they doing now?” He moved towards the glass and squinted at it, moving his head back and forth until he found the clearest spot to look through. “One of them is armed.” He announced, and finally, interest emerged in his tone. “Looks like they’re threatening the other one. Probably related to the incident earlier. Morrigan? Are you still there?” (oops, short)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 13, 2019 20:19:08 GMT -5
Daud | Living room Daud's eyes narrowed sharply as Myrnin suddenly approached him, coming all too close for comfort. He took a step back, putting some distance between them. Fool as Myrnin seemed, he wasn't going to get stabbed to death for underestimating him. He did plenty of interesting things, but that didn't mean he needed to divulge any of it to Myrnin. He still didn't know what these 'marshmallows' were. "I do spar," he said coolly, eyeing Myrnin's fist. "Do you?" He didn't understand people like Myrnin who needed constant attention. It was annoying, but maybe if they got to spar he would shut up and Daud could see if he was any good at fighting. Myrnin | Living Room w/ Daud Hum. At least he was talking now. Finally. Well, Daud was talking ish. "I can," said Myrnin, relaxing a bit at the question. "I've been in a war." Only the one. And it had been a long time ago. But that wasn't the point. Daud didn't know what he was. But Myrnin didn't want to tell him. That would make things boring. His stance shifted, and the movement was almost expressive of the power in his limbs. "I'm not boring, promise." A war had been a long time ago. Almost the beginning. What? He'd been maaaaybe a hundred years old? He couldn't even remember any of it. But he had fought Bishop and the Draug and so forth. He'd had a lot of practice. "How good are you? Want to try your luck?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 13, 2019 20:50:59 GMT -5
</div> A wizard. Amico's eyes, still with drying tears, widened. He looked at his sister with excitement, brightness over the prospect of another story. It was such a fun idea that he was at once captivated. "Did you?" he asked, scooting forward. The blankets were pooled around his shoulders and he hung on Mei's every word like this was a very important bedtime story. He didn't think he'd ever met anyone interesting like that, and he tried to meet everyone. Kelsier had sounded like he knew about magic, but also like it scared him. Amico didn't know why, but he had to know more just so he could have all of his questions answered. There was a fluttering in his chest, like a trapped butterfly, beating its wings against the stress about the absent Rex and the missing Cham. Mei's words helped to keep his mind off it.
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