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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 13, 2019 21:11:08 GMT -5
</div> "Hello," said The Doctor, after getting over her original surprise at the new blinker appearing. She leaned forward, checking to see if Matt had accidentally injured his foot more than just stubbing it. She was glad to see that he hadn't seem to. "It depends what ya consider new," she said, walking over and picking up the handmade saw. "I'm not a newbie, but I have only been here for a little." She nodded toward the wall. "Want to join me?" She tapped her chin, adding, "I'm The Doctor, by the way. Who are ya?" There was amusement in her eyes over the introduction that Matt had had. "You any good with a saw?" she added, holding the saw up.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 13, 2019 23:21:31 GMT -5
Mei | Plot Room - Downstairs | mintedstar/fur |“I did,” confirmed Mei, a bit of animation creeping its way into her normally flat tone as she became immersed in telling the story to such a captive audience. “Or at least, I think so. It was one day in late October, late in the day so my mother and I were closing the shop, when a strange old man entered the store. He wore a patchy cloak and a big, dirty hat, and he carried a big bag over his shoulder that seemed to move every once in a while, when I’d look away. He wasn’t bothered by the dolls, but I think he knew about them like I did, because he was very rude to my mother over her having me with her. He said a store like that was no place for someone as young as me, and I would grow up wrong. My mother didn’t care - she never cared what people thought - and once he realized that, he gave up, and asked how many doll’s eyes we had in stock. A strange question...but my mother answered, that we have only a few of the expensive, hand-painted ones, and dozens of plastic ones for the cheaper dolls. He ended up buying just two of the most expensive ones - twin green glass eyes. He paid for them, and left, but I was curious about what he was doing...he seemed odder than our usual customers. So I followed him out of the store, just to see where he would go.” She interrupted herself with a yawn, curling up a little more and shifting her posture to get more comfortable before she continued. “I followed him for a few blocks, and soon I realized he was talking to himself - so I got closer, hiding between the houses so I could follow him near enough to hear him - and he was talking to his bag. ‘We’ll be home soon’, he told whatever was in there. ‘I got you new eyes’, he said. ‘Just the kind you like, so you can see again. Won’t that be nice?’. He went on like that for a while, and then, just as I was close enough to reach out and touch the bag, he turned a corner, and when I rounded the same corner, he was gone. Disappeared without a trace. And neither me nor my mother ever saw him again.” She was nodding off, her eyes almost slipping closed in between sentences. How long had Rex been gone now? She wasn’t sure. “Was that one better?” she asked, sleepily turning to see Amico’s answer. She hoped it was yes, because she didn’t think she was going to be able to stay awake for another one.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 13, 2019 23:30:42 GMT -5
“Well, that explains it,” said Matt, wincing and hopping awkwardly as he shifted his weight away from his probably-very-bruised foot. “I haven’t blinked a lot lately. Probably just missed you.” He’d been wondering why the House hadn’t been bringing him here as much. He’d been a little worried it was getting bored with him, but maybe it just liked to shuffle blinkers around sometimes to give different dynamics a chance to form. Which sounded very pretentious and scientific, but really the idea had come to him because the devs of one of his favorite video game always encouraged swapping the playable characters to see how it changed the interactions in game.
He frowned, scratching his head as he looked between her and the wall, befuddled. “Join you in...breaking the House? I mean, I ain’t gonna say no, but...why? And oh, uh...I’m Matt. Nice to meet you, Doc.” He tilted his head at her contraption. “Well...I can use a power saw, but I’ve never seen...one of those before. Is that a belt?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 13, 2019 23:43:49 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) Sherlock had been exclaiming a lot lately. Kid made a mental note to ask him about how things in his own world were going. But for now, they needed to deal with their own room for now. There was too much going on here anyway. "I think we all blinked out," Kid said. He leaned against the glass, trying to catch a glimpse of the form of the detective on the other side of the...building. It was the best word he had for the structure anyway. "Any way we can stop them, do you think?" He said, trying to figure out the details of what was taking place. He scrubbed at the window. It didn't do much. He still couldn't tell what item of clothing was red on the person with the weapon. He could, however, tell that both figures were arguing. Or maybe one was pleading. He wanted to know Sherlock's thoughts, but he was worried that a second to look away would mean he missed it. The figure lunged, then. Not the one with weapon, but the one without. Kid's body tensed. It was like watching a pantomime. The other figure tried to wrestle the weapon away, but something happened. Kid knew. It must have gone off. But in the struggle, he'd lost track of who was who. Glimpses of red told him nothing. One of the figures crumbled. Another dropped the weapon and stumbled back. Away. Even Kid could see the distressed body language.
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Post by Auransky on Sept 14, 2019 1:31:06 GMT -5
The Monster Room : The Beginning of the End The lady in red shrugged now, this was getting nowhere. Everyone was stalling, but then again they quit so might as well pique their interest, right? It's the least they deserved, sort of like a trade-off for agreeing to back off. She leaned back entirely, letting out a rather hefty breath, a sly grin on her face. "I have only met a dragon earlier tonight in the courtyard. Of course, I haven't seen it since." She shrugged now. "But if it comes here, then we are all as good as dead." She lightly played with her whip, as she tugged on it. "There is three requirements in this game. Rules we are forced to play." She started walking around the room once more. "The first rule is that we must commit to our roles without breaking character until the moment we reach this room." She looked over at the others. "Should we directly break out of character, the game ends and we must start again right then and there. In order to prevent this, we have our memories wiped and through items and actions, we slowly start to recollect everything. The only things that do not reset are the physical changes we make to the world. Paintings, colors, maps, woods, so on." “The second rule, is that we find the one responsible, and bring them here. We have about six months to remember, plan and try to find the culprit. Here, we are considered, free from the rules of this world. But we also cannot break out of character among the people of this world.” She proceeded walking, “The third rule, is that we sacrifice the one responsible in order to escape.” Her voice softened. “This is necessary and just to protect the people of this world, and to allow us to escape. This concept runs by the law of equivalent exchange. In order to receive, something must be given up. Therefore, in order for us to leave, we must sacrifice the culprit before the stroke of midnight.” She looked down, frowning as she slowly shook her head. “If we fail to sacrifice the culprit, then the underworld rises and comes for all of us. Then we restart and are forced to do this all again.” She stopped walking, slightly looking up. “We simply wish to leave. Given that you wish to interfere no further , I simply ask that you leave for the other room. It will be quick, and brief. Then you will be back in your world, as will we.” She glimpsed over at Willdhart who refused to meet her gaze. “None of us will remember of these events, as stated on the stone slab.” She pointed towards the mantle at the front of the room. “The stone slab on the alter speaks of these rules.” Cloverleaf mintedstar/fur zeph!
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Sept 14, 2019 10:10:05 GMT -5
Ougi - Plot - with L - Downstairs
Ougi blinked slowly and started to rear her head back when L returned his gaze to her. Look at the rest of the room, fool. You’re missing it. She was unfamiliar with being studied herself, much more often just studying her surroundings or getting other people to do the same. She should have known at that point, she supposed, that he hadn’t gone along with her planting an idea in his head. “Oh come now,” she tried, barely able to bear a smile. “Why wouldn’t I want to experience it firsthand if I were so interested?” That one sounded almost like a serious excuse. Almost. She decided to stand, her gloves brushing her ears as she reached to pull up her hood again. If she was going to walk about the tavern, it would be best to play it safe. As she did this she listened to Mei, or at least what she was able to catch of the other stranger’s story. An idea sparked in her head and she stepped out from her seat, glancing down at L in the darkness of her hood with something like a stray cat’s face. It was near impossible to tell what she was thinking, but she had survival in mind. “Excuse me,” she said as she approached Mei and Amico. “Would you like help going to your room?” she offered. Unlike a plain old con artist, she did not change her voice for the part. It was still dull albeit young and relatively innocent sounding. But she did not adjust it to add sweetness or timidness.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 14, 2019 14:12:33 GMT -5
</div></div> "That is a part of a belt," confirmed The Doctor. She seemed amused that this was the part that Matt picked up on. "It's a hand saw," she added. "I made it." She approached the wall, looking over it without glancing back to Matt. "Probably missed me, yes." Eyeing the tear in the wall, The Doctor pointed out, "We were attempting to see if there was anything beyond the wall." She stuck her head through the hole they had made in the wall. "Bit a' science on the job." She leaned back again. "Well? Whatcha think we should do?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 14, 2019 14:56:57 GMT -5
</div></div> Amico | Plot Room w/ Mei Downstairs in their room | <Raintalon> Amico did not seem at all tired now, but he did yawn at the same time that Mei did. "It was good," he said quietly. And he ment it. But there was no way he could actually go to sleep. The ideas of having nightmares sent his fingers trembling a little. But he didn't let it show to his big sister. Instead, he patted her arm encouragingly, and passed her his blanket. He didn't know when Dad would be back, but he hoped that it would be soon. He hugged his legs, hoping for a story in his own head would entertain him. "Are you going to sleep?" he asked quietly. He wouldn't blame her if she did. But he did bury his nose in her shoulder. He wished he could just hear stories forever and never have to face his own night terrors.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 14, 2019 15:37:51 GMT -5
Plot Room - Shadepelt15Bakugou woke with a start, the sound of creaking wood jerking him out of his sleep. The room was dark, an initially peaceful detail in his first moments of consciousness, but in just a few seconds, it dawned on him what it meant. “You useless sack of shit!” He exclaimed suddenly. “It’s [Oops]ing dark out!” The pleasantry of the quiet room was quickly disrupted as the teen began yelling. The other individual in the room had been supposed to wake him so they could leave the Inn some time in the afternoon, which, apparently, was too much to ask for. Perhaps it was because he had not gone through the effort of formally explaining that such a role had been assigned to the other teen. Either way, he figured that the other boy was at fault for not knowing. He usually was. In the aftermath of his outburst the room fell silent for only a fleeting moment before another whine of the floor boards filled the room. Still peeved, Bakugou looked up at the source of the noise with a scowl; it seemed that someone was walking around above them - making quite a damn ruckus as well. That would get annoying fast. “Get your ass moving,” He snapped, abrupt in his eagerness to get going. In fact, he was already stomping towards the door. They couldn’t go anyone at night, but at least they could eat. If his roommate didn’t act fast, it could be assumed the other boy would leave without him.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Sept 14, 2019 22:37:14 GMT -5
Plot Room - ~∂єѕтιиуThe night was so peaceful, and the bed, although it wasn't particularly comfortable, was warm and snug and his blankets had thoroughly wrapped around him like a warm hug. Everything in him was totally calm. Tragically it was not meant to be, as the harsh screaming of his adventuring companion. In a flash he threw himself up and off the bed, still wound up in his cocoon of blankets, looking frantically up through his green mop of hair as his friend promptly got ready and made for the door. "Wait! Wait! I'm coming, just wait for a second!" Thrashing about, he threw the blankets off and back into a pile on the bet, buttoning up his shirt and throwing on his vest and his custom boots, then lunging for the door not too long after Kacchan had slipped out. Reaching out, he nabbed his satchel and threw it over his shoulder as he closed the door, leaving a small plume of dust in his wake from the slamming of the door and his hurried footsteps after the blond. Sleep still lingering in his eyes, he looked about the halls of the tavern they'd chosen to spend their days in. Clearly it was late, why bother getting out of bed? Getting as much sleep as they could seemed like the best idea, then when adventure presented itself they would be fully rested. "Where are we going?" he asked, running his fingers through his hair in a weak attempt to tame its madness, following up by rubbing the gunk out of his eyes as he fell into step alongside the explosively tempered teen.
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Post by Protractor on Sept 15, 2019 15:45:44 GMT -5
(Something happened and took longer than planned to sort out.I've returned now.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 15, 2019 16:51:02 GMT -5
(Hello! ^^ Hope things are doing okay!)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 16, 2019 9:05:15 GMT -5
Matt | Living Room | mintedstar/fur |“Dunno,” said Matt, clearly lacking any of the enthusiasm for the task that the blinkers before him had possessed. “I mean, you could give it a shot. I’ve never seen anybody try to break out of the House before.” He put his hands in his pockets, watching the woman curiously to see if she actually planned to follow through on her idea. Could be kind of interesting, if she did. Maybe they’d find out something new. That would be cool. And if not, they could always go in a room or something.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 16, 2019 9:10:24 GMT -5
|Plot | Downstairs w/Amico | mintedstar/fur |Mei watched Amico as he squirmed about - he was still restless, afraid to sleep as usual. His nightmares had been the family’s constant companion for a very long time now, and even with Cham around to help they’d never figured out what to do or how to stop them. She had nightmares sometimes, too...about her mother and sister, mostly. But those were just...normal bad dreams. Amico’s seemed like something different. She wished she knew how to help him. She wished she could just stay awake with him forever, keeping them away, so he wouldn’t ever have to wake up screaming again. But she couldn’t. This was one of those situations where she couldn’t do anything at all, and she didn’t like those very much. “Yes,” she answered finally, nodding a bit reluctantly. “I’m sorry. But I’ll wake you up if you have bad dreams, okay?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 17, 2019 8:35:39 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) Sherlock had been exclaiming a lot lately. Kid made a mental note to ask him about how things in his own world were going. But for now, they needed to deal with their own room for now. There was too much going on here anyway. "I think we all blinked out," Kid said. He leaned against the glass, trying to catch a glimpse of the form of the detective on the other side of the...building. It was the best word he had for the structure anyway. "Any way we can stop them, do you think?" He said, trying to figure out the details of what was taking place. He scrubbed at the window. It didn't do much. He still couldn't tell what item of clothing was red on the person with the weapon. He could, however, tell that both figures were arguing. Or maybe one was pleading. He wanted to know Sherlock's thoughts, but he was worried that a second to look away would mean he missed it. The figure lunged, then. Not the one with weapon, but the one without. Kid's body tensed. It was like watching a pantomime. The other figure tried to wrestle the weapon away, but something happened. Kid knew. It must have gone off. But in the struggle, he'd lost track of who was who. Glimpses of red told him nothing. One of the figures crumbled. Another dropped the weapon and stumbled back. Away. Even Kid could see the distressed body language. Sherlock | Window Washing Room | mintedstar/fur zeph!Sherlock shook his head, though Kid couldn’t see him, as the figures appeared to begin physical combat. Pond attacked the other, it seemed, although they’d both been talking so the antagonist was unclear. Sherlock tilted his head one way and then the other, like a bird presented with a mirror, as he tried to get a picture of what was happening. “Damn these walls.” He spoke up, annoyance laced through his tone. “If I could see what was happening better I could tell what we should do. Any better on your end?” He needed to see. Grabbing the first tool he saw, the consulting detective began to attack the window again, chipping away at the dirt with newfound ferocity. He had a reason now, and that meant the filth never stood a chance. After a few exhausting minutes he could see decently enough to tell that one of the figures was bleeding. The other one was circling, its mouth moving, its hands trembling, so not used to hurting others that way, not a serial killer. This seemed to be more of a rare circumstance for both of them. He’d lost track of his Person A and Person B, so he renamed them in his head. “I’m going to refer to the injured one as Suspect 1, and the blabbering one as Suspect 2.” He announced for Kid’s benefit. “Focus on cleaning your window, we need to be able to see before we can do anything else. It’s too late to stop the fight and anyway, I doubt we could, that’s not the point of this room.” He was beginning to think he understood what the point was. And it didn’t seem like a coincidence that he was the one who had blinked into it.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 17, 2019 17:43:44 GMT -5
Hange | A Living Room | mintedstar/fur let’s do this thing 👀👀) Hange Zoe blinked into the living room, holding a small piece of glass up in the air and squinting into it with so much concentration that though they noticed they’d blinked into the House, they didn’t particularly appear to care. “Still not up to the desired level of magnification...” they muttered, then stuffed the glass in their pocket and pulled out a small notebook, flipping through the pages until they reached the correct one and then scribbling down some additional notes. “Continue...experiment...with different glass thickness...”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 17, 2019 18:11:47 GMT -5
"It's not like I want to stay here," muttered Myrnin. He was talking forward when he blinked in, voice low, so he was likely talking to himself or maybe to someone with good hearing. Myrnin perked up a bit when he realized where he was, surprised. Well ... he should have guessed he'd end up here soon enough. The House seemed fixated on blinking him in all during his time in New York. It was weird that there was such a concentration of blinks between when he'd entered the plane (that dratted plane) and the four days he'd been in New York after. It at least kept things interesting, he suppose - His thoughts were cut off when he actually tuned into his surroundings enough to register the smell of chemicals and the ... other things which he found familiar with a certain scientist's world. Maybe, he added, it was a smell of Titan? He wasn't completely sure, but it was possible. Titan, chemicals, dust, and other Hange-y smells. "You could try 0.17mm," he said, sounding amused. "But that's saying your world has the same measurements." He took a few steps back and perched on the edge of a table. "How have you been? It hasn't been that long since our last room for me. What about you?" He nodded at the pocket that the glass had disappeared into. "Looks like you've been busy."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 17, 2019 18:46:19 GMT -5
Hange looked up, then straightened up a little more, eyes widening as they saw who joined them. “Ahh...excellent, thank you. We do use that unit of measurement,” they said, scribbling down the number briefly in their notebook before turning their full attention to the vampire.
“You know, I was starting to think the House had taken some special interest in keeping us apart,” they said, pocketing the book and the pen in one practiced motion. “It’s been two months since I last saw you, nearly to the day. And for you, it hasn’t been long at all? How interesting...the House works in mysterious ways as usual, I suppose. But ah...down to business, at last! I have, of course, made my decision, as we agreed on when we last met.”
They paused, winding themself up internally as they took a breath.
“And the answer is yes, if the offer still stands.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 17, 2019 19:32:21 GMT -5
Myrnin had been about to address the fact that there was a clear time discrepancy between the two of them and blinks. He would have asked about what they were up to. He would have assumed they would have forgotten his offer or had made a decision to ignore it. He wouldn't have blamed them. So at Hange's words, the being of grace and style fell off the table. He caught himself with grace and style, but the point was still made. He looked like he'd expected just about any other answer. People didn't accept these sorts of offers. They laughed it off and then forgot about it. At least until they were old and death was a bit more pressing. People didn't say yes. Myrnin hurriedly pulled himself to his feet, composing himself by smoothing down the purple fabric of his waste-coat. He didn't gape, but his eyes did the work for him. "You ..." he started. Then he restarted, mouth closing and then opening again. His hands moved a bit in front of his chest, like he was trying to figure out the order of his own thoughts for once in his life. The offer had been serious, but delivered like it was nothing. Myrnin suddenly looked very concerned that Hange didn't know all the details. "Alright ..." he said slowly. "You're sure?" Both his hands were raced, palms facing Hange in a 'stop' motion. "Not to discourage you or anything ... it's just ... well. You wont be human. You'll likely never have a peaceful death when you do die - and that might even be an 'if', you can't have children - not in the sense humans do, you'll be shockingly powerful and maybe even a bit smarter. But as far as I know your world doesn't have vampires. You might be alone. Well ... unless you made more, but that's a different can of worms I'm not getting into right now. You'll die. The only difference from actually dying is that I'll be able to bring you back." His hands were moving in front of his chest again. "But you will be able to find a lot of answers that humans don't have. I would never go back, but I didn't have the choice. Seeing the world, shaping it, not being afraid of what tomorrow is going to bring ... You've thought about that?" He looked like a cross between hopeful and worried, which were two emotions which should have been impossible together.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 17, 2019 19:43:55 GMT -5
"I'm not actually trying to break out," said The Doctor with a sigh. But she took the hand saw, looking a bit disappointed that Matt wasn't going to take an active role in this. She turned back to the wall, eyeing the plaster. "I actually like it here well enough. I just want to see what's behind it. When I started out, I didn't even think it went this far. Thought it was just ... a continues slab of wall." She tapped at the plaster that had already been removed. It was pretty thick. "Anyway, the blinker here before you wanted to break out. I didn't think it would actually work. We aren't even in our worlds - or universes - so I don't think that if there is an outside that we would want to see it. It seems likely that this House is the universe. But working out how a universe works is a bit of a fun idea, hum?" She leaned against the wall, pushing at it with the saw. She didn't think she could actually make the place beyond break under the saw. But she could settle for widening the hole enough to travel behind the wall. "I have to wonder if this place beyond this piece of plaster but before the other recognizes the hallway and rooms as actually being there. The width between these two looks like it might fit a person if they were squeezing sideways." She measured with her hands. "And was skinny. Anyway, I don't think I can get through this part beyond it. Either it's too thick or I'm not strong enough."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 17, 2019 19:57:52 GMT -5
Hange | A Living Room | mintedstar/fur |Hange smiled, letting their friend ramble anxiously on for a few moments, listing things they’d already thought through in detail for these past two months. “I was never going to have a peaceful death,” they reminded him, crossing their arms and leaning their back against the wall as they spoke. “Be it now, or hundreds of thousands of years in the future. Biological children have never been something that interested me - or any children, for that matter, but if I was to have a child, I would rather take one in than create one. And as for being alone...well, that isn’t a concept that bothers me, either. I am already separated from most humans by opinion and brain chemistry, so adding species into the mix does not seem like much of a barrier. Especially when the reward is many, many lifetimes ahead of me to learn all that I can and see all that I should like to see.” They paused, shifting their stance a little and eyeing the vampire curiously. “Does that quiet your concerns?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 17, 2019 20:27:41 GMT -5
It ... did. Myrnin seemed to relax just a little. A little. Two month was time for Hange to consider, he assumed. Though ... he got where they were coming from because it was the same place he was. But how was he to know that wasn't just what he thought in hindsight? But either way, Hange knew what they want. He couldn't help the niggling thought that this was their mistake to make - if it was a mistake. He was only responsible for the hows. But didn't that make him just as responsible? He shook the thought off and then nodded. "Alright then." He pushed himself away from the table and seemed to antsy pace around a couple of steps. He looked around the living room, before muttering under his breath. Something about hoping this would work. "If ... if we're doing this now," he said, voice slow and practiced. "Then you might want to sit or lay down." He waved at one of the couches, then chewed his nail as soon as the hand that he'd just used. He hadn't done this for five years. "Would ..." He sort of coughed. "It would be quicker ..." He seemed to be struggling to explain and just ended up sitting down on a nearby chair instead. "How this would work is that we have to exchange blood. Yours first. I have to bite you." His words had gradually become very analytical, like he was talking about a process.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 18, 2019 8:57:02 GMT -5
Hange seemed unperturbed by his nerves, and promptly set themself down on the couch, listening intently to what he had to say.
Despite their outer calm, internally they felt rather odd. Here they were, about to say goodbye to their mortality. About to become a creature other than human. It was a strange feeling...almost calm, but a bit disconnected. It didn’t feel real yet, they supposed. Didn’t feel possible. And still, here they were. And despite the dissociated feeling, they were sure. Excited, even, somewhere behind all the numbness. They would live forever...know all the secrets of the universe, or at least all they could uncover. They would never grow old, grow frail, lose their memory. They would just keep moving through time, studying, learning, growing. It felt like what they’d wanted, since they were a child. Like the silly fantasies they’d entertained back then had somehow breached into reality.
Then, they snapped back into the present, focusing on what Myrnin had said. Right. He had to bite them.
“Alright, then,” they said, rolling up their sleeve and presenting their arm. “When you’re ready.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 18, 2019 9:09:49 GMT -5
Matt | Another living room | mintedstar/fur |Matt watched her chip away at the wall, lightly amused by her efforts. He kind of thought it was futile, but he wasn’t about to crush her dreams, especially when he didn’t know anything for sure. What harm could it possibly do to try? Lots, Matt. So much harm. That was the answer, he decided, but the likelihood of it doing any actual harm was pretty low, and this lady seemed plenty capable of making her own choices. And, well, he was bored, and kind of wanted to see what would happen. “Aw, you can’t give up yet,” he said, taking his hands out of his pockets and leaning forward to inspect the hole. “Lucky for you, I happen to know a guy who’s skinny, good at squeezing into tight spaces, and has absolutely no sense of self preservation.” With that said, he began to crawl inside the wall, squishing himself against the back plank as he slowly made his way into the space she’d created. It was tight, but doable. Barely. “Nothing yet!” he reported, voice muffled by the wall in front of his face. “Just a normal wall. So far, anyway.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 18, 2019 10:26:36 GMT -5
Myrnin had to smile at that. Yes, he could do it that way. Really, there weren't that many restrictions on how he got the blood. "It might be slightly slower there," he pointed to Hange's wrist, "Then there." He pointed his finger at their neck. "But yes. This first though." He sat down on the couch with a whom as the cushions protected against the unwarranted force. He ignored Hange's proffered hand for now and instead met their eyes with his own. Both of his hands reached up, he waited, then he pressed his thumbs to Hange's temples. It wasn't strictly necessary, but it helped Myrnin focus. Slowly, he reached out, but not in any way which Hange could see. He held the eye contact, and somehow it narrowed the room around them. "I'm dulling the pain," he said, voice distant. This was Hange's last chance to back out. Myrnin broke eye contact, but still kept a bit of his attention on dulling Hange's senses. He took there wrist, and suddenly moving a lot in case he felt like backing out, his fangs unhinged from a place somewhere behind his normal teeth and he bit into Hange's arm. He'd done this, he distantly thought, more times than he could remember. No with this intention, but he wasn't ignorant to the fact he'd done this as a mistake more than he could live with. His eyes darted to Hange's face, then away. He'd said what he'd said. He would have to kill them for this, and this way was better than any other he could think of. Long after he could have sat back, he kept going, hearing and feeling and tasting the life leaving Hange's body little by little. Myrnin squeezed there wrist. A silent reassurance he'd get them back. Or maybe it was just so they couldn't pull away.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 18, 2019 20:36:52 GMT -5
Hange Zoe | Living Room | mintedstar/fur |Hange flinched lightly as Myrnin’s fingers made contact with their temples - perhaps the only tell that they were actually a bit nervous about this. For all their bravado about their likely premature death, they didn’t particularly want to die here and now. Not that they didn’t trust Myrnin, but...well. They were actually going to die. Hopefully they were going to come back again, too. “Interesting. How does.....thhhaaaat....” They began to lose the thread of their rapid-fire questioning as they made eye contact with Myrnin, and he said something about pain that echoed weirdly around their skull before fading out completely. Slowly, their eyes began to roll - was it cold in here? - and they felt at first very lightheaded, then a sort of intense numbness that seemed to spread from their hands all the way through their chest, and then finally, to their brain, filling their thoughts with almost-painful static and then gradually clearing out completely, replaced by a peaceful, quiet void as they slumped over, all but unconscious as the last flutter of life slowly began to leave them. Th-thump.Th-thump.Th-thump.Th-
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 18, 2019 21:45:44 GMT -5
Hange wouldn't remember this. Not this next part. Myrnin didn't remember it from the other end and sometimes only speculated that he must have gone through it. Dying, that was. What it felt like. What happened when he was changed. Hange wasn't cold, but they felt different. Myrnin's heart - usually quiet in his chest - fluttered like a trapped bird. As if it could somehow make up for the one that was missing in Hange's chest. A foolish thought. He didn't think he'd ever seen them like this. Still, no longer bouncing off the walls like someone had let a rubber ball loose on the world. Even if they did stand still, their eyes didn't. Their heart didn't. Their mind didn't. Myrnin felt sick. He didn't like seeing them like this. Not his friend; not Hange. He slit his arm with his own fangs, careful to make the wound deep. The pain, though present, was almost a relief. He needed to focus. Not get distracted. If he messed up, then this was it. He'd have blood on his hands in far more than one sense. Again. But that thought too was another distraction and now he hurried. He pressed his forehead to Hange's forehead. Hange's body's, anyway. It wasn't Hange. Hange wasn't silent like this. It wasn't how they worked. He didn't take time to check that he was ready. He either was or he wasn't. Hange's blood, now his. His blood, returned, now theirs again but different. Myrnin's eyes, red orbs in his head, looked into light brown. And then Myrnin wasn't looking at anything at all. It was like a dancing mirror of patterns, a fracturing, dissolving light, one torn by windstorms. A wind that takes you somewhere, though Myrnin hadn't been pulled by it for a very, very long time. He could't tell which way was up or down or if it mattered or if it even existed. But he continued, faster than thought, following the direction of the wind. But it still felt too slow. He silently cursed himself as he moved. He'd been too lost in reflection, too focused on the present instead of the job. It was like running to catch a bus which was already pulling away. You could let it leave, or you could run and hope you caught it. He ran. Because loosing meant loosing much more than a destination. He couldn't loose a friend. Not this one. Not after they'd trusted him. A "hand" reached out, but maybe it was more like a net? Or a fine line of string, so fragile it could break. Wasn't there a story about someone reaching out of Hell of a spider's string? Only he was the Spider. He was and had always been. And he would be damned before he let Hange Zoë miss catching their way out. Maybe it wasn't a hand, or a net, or a line of string. Maybe it was a question. Hange Zoë, do you want to live? And he grasped, reaching, trying to catch something thinner than a wish and wider than a hope, trying to catch something that couldn't be caught. Trying to get an answer that can be given over and over but will never be truth. Except for this one time. Because this is the only time it will ever matter. Myrnin's knees buckled like broken tree branches - with just as much resistance and almost as much noise. His joints ached, they never did at any other time. His vision, now focused back in the 'real world', swam. He nearly collapsed on top of Hange, but managed to get a hand on the back of the couch in time to steady himself. He felt like he'd just been run through a coffee-grinder. And it was bad when he kind of knew how that felt thanks to the House. He unceremoniously pushed Hange's legs over to the side so he could collapse onto half a couch cushion. (He'd laid them out at some point and his brain really wasn't working well enough to the memory department to know when.) If there was a human around, he mused to himself. I'd probably be eyeing them very hungrily right now. He patted Hange's knee, partly to see if they'd wake up because of it and part reassurance to them and himself that they would wake up. He couldn't hear a heartbeat, but that was rather the point. However, he didn't need one to know they were alive. He could tell. It was like there was still ... something ... somewhere or somehow attaching them to each other. Like an serious answer given to a serious question should always connect both parties in a way. He would know if they were alive or dead and visa versa no matter what happened. That was it, but it at least meant he knew it had worked. Hange was back. Now what had he been thinking about humans? Probably not a good plan for them to be here with Hange around either. Yeah ... that. He patted the pockets of his waste coat, but his hands felt too deft. They were like wood blocks attached to his hands and almost too heavy to lift. He let them drop back to the cushions. In a second. He'd get what he was looking for in a second. Hange could wake up first. He needed a second to try and work out if he was seeing double or not too.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 18, 2019 23:23:12 GMT -5
(Mint, replying two days later: Iiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm alive!) Amico didn't believe her. Not that she wouldn't wake him up. He trusted her with that. But he didn't trust that it would matter. He was afraid. But what else could he do but agree, like every other time he'd been in this situation. He was tired. He knew that. He almost wanted to cry again with the knowledge but he felt too tired for that too. The best he could hope for was he would be so tired that he wouldn't dream at all. Mei would be asleep though ... so he didn't actually trust she'd wake up even if his dreams were haunted. But he flopped down on the blankets they had on the floor, a pillow clutched in his arms like a stuffed animal might be held, and he at least looked like sleep would be on his mind. He didn't close his eyes though. He just looked up at Mei, scared but willing to try.
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Sept 18, 2019 23:24:12 GMT -5
| The Mystery Room | A performance theater would serve to be the scene of this particular room. It was a moderate size, a little plain on the decoration, with several rows of seats spanning towards the back. Lamps lined the walls, the lights were dim but just bright enough to signal that the show hadn't yet begun. The stage ahead loomed above the front seats and a thick, dark red curtain was drawn tightly closed, bathing the immediate area in shadows.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 18, 2019 23:43:20 GMT -5
Major Myrnin | Mystery Room | @ every poor soul in this room "In a town - sorry - a city this large, I don't see how it is even possible to find one man," Myrnin complained, both hands behind his head while he leaned back. "I just th - oh. It's the House again." The vampire leaned forward. His eyes scanned the setting he'd appeared in, looking over the walls and curtain and aisles of chairs. "I don't see why the lights are dim." It was an off-hand comment - almost with a note of suspicion in it. Or maybe just naive. "Huuum." The vampire jumped over the row of seats he had appeared to be standing in and into the aisle between them. He slowly started to walk along them toward the front of the room, counting each line of chairs under his breath as he passed them. "One alligator, two alligator, three alligator, four crocodile, five crocodile ..." He trailed off and spun around in a circle, looking up at the ceiling. "Olly olly oxen free," he called. Then he giggled. It, coupled with the usual smile, sounded very manic. His eyes darted around the room and a hand twitched at his side and he pulled out ... a clothes pin. He stuck it over his nose, without much hesitation. "Room ..." His voice was nasally now. "What are you hiding that's smells so fishy?" He looked interested rather than concerned. What he could actual smell wasn't known, but he walked around the room with swift, jumping steps. "Hot," he muttered to himself. "Cold, hot, cold, cold. Obvious place? Ceiling? Projector room? Floor? Trap door? Behind stage? Under chair? Hiding?"
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